Promo: flesher watches a video

[Guest Ace309]

The camera fades in on Tom Flesher sitting cross-legged on his hotel bed with a Guinness in one hand and the remote in the other. He looks enthralled with the TV, and as the camera swings around, we see he's watching a replay of his match with Mike Van Siclen.

 

He comes to the spot where Mike Van Siclen has him up for the Van Slaminator, and pauses it. Muttering to himself, Flesher can be heard to say, "This is where it started."

 

Flesher hits Play, and the video resumes. The camera zooms in on the screen, which shows MVS going for the Van Slaminator... but his leg gives out, and he collapses helplessly to the mat. Flesher pauses the video, and then hits fast-forward.

 

Flesher continues talking softly to himself.

 

"God, once he missed the Van Slaminator, it was all over... but this was genius."

 

Flesher watches over and over again a few clips from the match: his somersault senton onto MVS's leg draped over the ropes, his figure-four leglock, his final application of the Superior Stretch that causes MVS to tap out, and Mike being helped out of the ring by the cast of Van Wilder. Over and over again he watches the same moments, and it slowly becomes evident that he's spliced the clips onto a loop on the video tape.

 

As he watches the senton for the fourth or fifth time, he zooms the angle in.

 

"That's it... right there."

 

He moves, frame by frame, through the senton, watching the moment of impact intensely. His eyes show a deep concentration; his mouth twists into a sadistic smirk.

 

"That's where I broke it."

 

Flesher pauses the video at the moment of impact, and reaches over to grab a chicken wing. Slowly, he gnaws the meat off the wing, pausing to swig his Guinness every few bites. Finally, after cleaning the bone, he takes it between his hands and snaps it in half. The bone splinters, and Flesher looks at the pieces of the bone as his smile grows bigger and more disturbed.

 

"Just like that... DAMN, just like that, I put him out for two months."

 

Flesher starts the video playing again and finishes his Guinness. He tosses it casually into the trash can, engrossed in the video with the kind of pride normally reserved for a father watching childbirth.

 

"He'll never hit the Van Slaminator again," Flesher mutters to himself.

 

He grins broadly.

 

"Damn, I'm good."

 

Fade.

[Guest Insanityman]

Heh heh heh... that's great Flesher. -no sarcasm, I save all sarcasm for around home-.