Promo : out of it...

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Inside of his house, Fletcher Callaway lies down on his chair, watching TV, sipping a bottle of beer and munching on some good ol' popcorn. His house is pretty quiet right now, as his wife isn't home right now and the cold breeze is blowing on his face from the window.

 

Ah... peace at last.

 

*RRRRRRIIIIING! RRRRRRRIIIIING!*

 

"Zuh?" Fletcher reacts to the ringing of his telephone, wondering who in the hell would be calling him at 11:30 in the night?

 

He picks up the phone and puts his mouth up to the speaking piece.

 

Fletcher : "Hello, Callaway residence. Who is this?"

 

anon : "...........FLEXXX........"

 

Fletcher : "What the fuckin' hell-"

 

anon : "What...are...you...doing?"

 

Fletcher : "Choking my chicken and getting drunk off my rocker. What else do you think I'd be doing at this time of night, dammit???"

 

anon : "Cut the bullshit, Flexxx... answer me... NOW..."

 

Fletcher : "I'm sitting in my home, trying to relax, thank you very so goddamn much! Am I somehow breaking a corporate law?"

 

anon : "Why... weren't you... at the Gund?"

 

Fletcher : "Look, I sprained my ankle on my last match. Management gave me some time to heal it up..."

 

anon : "And just what kind of lame-ass excuse is THAT!? Sprained ankles only need a couple of days' rest. You were gone for more than just a couple of days, Flexxx..."

 

Fletcher : "..."

 

anon : "Why... weren't you... at the--"

 

Fletcher : "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU GODDAMN PRICK!!!"

 

anon : "...how dare... you--"

 

Fletcher : "NO, you listen to ME! I have been through nothing but hell and high tides to do anything slightly, just oh so slightly noteworthy in this business, but I have been given my shots... and I blew them all. There's no reason to go there anymore, okay? I'm done for now... at least until I can get my life straightened out."

 

anon : "..."

 

Fletcher : "It's over, man... it's over."

 

anon : "Get the world title, Flexxx..."

 

Fletcher : "Look, damnit, I just freakin' said-"

 

anon : "Make us proud, Flexxx... make me proud..."

 

Fletcher : "...you stupid bastard! That goal was set for you... months ago! Then you left the JL and expect me to take over for you? How about you get off *your* ass and do things for youself, hey pal?"

 

anon : "You can't go back on us..."

 

Fletcher : "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!? I SAID *NO*, OKAY!?"

 

anon : "...DO IT, FLEXXX... DO IT FOR US!!! THE PROUD, THE POWERFUL..."

 

Fletcher : "That... is... IT!!!!! AAAAAAARGHHH..."

 

Fletcher picks up the phone and heaves it so far, it flies out of the window and shards of glass land all over the floor and the furniture. And all of this is happening, just as Fletcher's wife Danae opens the door, with two brown paper bags full of groceries.

 

Danae : "Oh, hi sweetheart. I just came back from the store and picked up some more soda for tomorrow's party, and WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH JUST HAPPENED!!??!?!?"

 

Fletcher : "I'm... sorry, Danae. I got very upset for just a moment... now if you'll excuse me, I better clean this before we go to sleep..."

 

Danae : "Are you feeling okay, Fletcher?"

 

Fletcher : "Oh just fine, Danae, just fine."

 

Danae : "...!..."

 

Fletcher : "Just comftorably torn to pieces..."

 

That ominous dialtone from the phone thrown outside the window can still be heard, along with the calm wind. Fletcher and Danae stare into each other's eyes, wondering what's going to happen to their lives in the more immediate future...

 

END PROMO

[Guest]

Who was it?

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

::Smacks Cutthroat::

 

Your suppost to ponder it, not ask who it is.

[Guest ErekT2k]

It was me. Happy now, Cutthroat?

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

LOL @ Erek.

 

C'mon now, that was just plain mean! Don't hurt the poor child's feelings!

 

Anyway... it was that "mr. so hardcore he can take 20 flaming shits in one sitting" nagging bitch Payne. And it ain't like he's coming back anyway... its just has to do with some ol' Destruction ranting history. Happy now? Anyway, I know the promo wasn't really anything worth reading at all, but it serves its purpose.