PROMO: Jibba Jabba

[Guest Goodear]

Alone in the dark sits Ejiro Fasaki a top a single bed. With his eyes closed and his mind calm, Ejiro sits amoung a collection of mismatched furniture and a number of posters that seem to all be devoted to such bands as Warrant and Posion. Clearly this is not the room that a twenty-six year old veteran of the wrestling wars would live in. But when he was fifteen... this room was his home. This is where he would pretend to do his homework and spent way too much time... let's call it exploring.

 

"Hey, Jir" calls a female voice from outside his door. "Can I come in?"

 

Ejiro laughs to himself, he's sure happy that she's finally learned how to knock. Some explorations had to be called off at the last minute due to surprise visitors to the mountain. "Yeah, come on in Melissa."

 

Entering the room comes the shapely sister of the tag team champion, who we last saw training for her professional wrestling career with The Judge and Ejiro. "How you feeling, brother?"

 

Ejiro shrugs in reply, "I've had better days. I'm glad I got home from Austrialia for Dad's b-day but man those flights are a killer."

 

"But hey," mentions Melissa. "You did a hell of a job though, managed to get the pin on Taamo."

 

"Tom. His name is Tom," corrects Ejiro with a shifty eyed glance.

 

"He was Taamo a few months ago."

 

"Thats when he was friend. He's not the same man anymore."

 

Melissa, "Come on, he seemed nice enough when I met him."

 

Ejiro reaches back behind his head and picks at the drywall behind his head, "That's what he does. He sucks up to you, uses you, and when you aren't useful anymore... he finds someone else to use. You know that Wildchild guy?"

 

Melissa rolls her eyes, "Yessssss, I know that Wildchild guy. He's a waste of potential. He's a blah, blah, blah."

 

"But he's honest," replies Ejiro. "Wildchild at least has the guts to walk out there and tell you what he is and who he wants to be. I can at least respect that about him... He's a lot like William that way."

 

"Uncie Billy!" squeels Melissa with a little hop and hand clap.

 

"You know he hates when you call him that. Makes him feel old."

 

"He's almost as old as dad, Jir. That is old."

 

Ejiro visibly withers, "Well... Tom is different. He'll just go the way the wind is blowing each and every time. He plays the politics while his soldiers do all the work. First it was me and William and King... now its Wildchild and that idiot Stevens."

 

"Well... can't you do the same? Can't you like get the boss on your side or something?"

 

Ejiro looks strait ahead, "No. I can't. I'm no whiner. I'm no bitch. I'm not like the big crybaby Xstasy. I earn what I get. Big complaining skunk. Ooooh I've never been the big dog! Punk takes 7 months of vacation a year and gets the ICTV belt on a god damned platter. And while I'm kicking ass week after week I have all of NOTHING. Where's my shot at that belt? Where's my shot at Tom? I'll tell you where ... its in the damn toilet."

 

"Jir, calm down man."

 

"CALM DOWN?!?! When warriors like me have to jump through freaking hoops like a four way dance? Against Xstasy ... that cowardly son of a dog who KNOWS that I could take his ass and break it over my knee."

 

"Break his ass?"

 

"And Mak Francis? MAK FREAKING FRANCIS. Another damn guy who when the going gets tough... LEAVES. And then comes back and is immediately a top contender again? The only other person in that damn ring who actually earned his spot is Craven... and ... well he's a nut bag."

 

"KIDSSSSSSSSSSSSSS~!" calls another female voice from outside the room. "The rice krispey treats are READYYYYYYYYYY!"

 

"COMING MOM," calls out Melissa. "Jir..."

 

"I know... don't worry." He replies solemnly, "No more yelling about the business."

 

"Right. Come on brother" Mellissa stops at the door though to add just one more piece of advice, "... you can 'explore' the room again later."

 

"Oh YOU'RE GOING DOWN MIS-TER!" shouts Ejiro as he chases the laughing Melissa out of the room with a laugh.

 

 

FIN

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling that Ejiro considers WC "The Devil He Knows."

 

And, BTW, didn't you used to be 27?

[Above Average 0]

Cry me a riiiiiiiii-ver... the Return of a HERO coming back from a demoralizing defeat to Sacred at the biggest show of the year, should be an AUTOMATIC World title reign.

 

*Cough*

 

Ahem, The_Mak is bringing back the cocky faceness, Jir. You know you want it back. Everyone does.

 

I guess this was a good promo and stuff, but I felt like spamming, more than making good comments.

 

Oh, and if your sister likes Flesher, then she's damn sure got a poster of Mak Freakin' Francis taped to her ceiling, for the cold winter nights... along with some of mom's rice krispy treats.

[Secret Agent 0]

Good promo, but...

 

"Right. Come on brother" Mellissa stops at the door though to add just one more piece of advice, "... you can 'explore' the room again later."

 

Am I totally sick, or does that just not sound right?

[Guest Goodear]

It's a joke Johnny... a sick and evil joke but a joke nonetheless. It's the FASAKI FAMILY do youu expect them to be perfectly normal? I think not.

 

WC: Stop picking nits, I put you over DAMN IT.

 

Mak: E-A-G-L-E-S ... now go take another break