PROMO: Objects in the rearview mirror...

[Ace309 0]

I’m better than him.

 

Allison Onita is fast asleep in the back seat of the blue ragtop BMW, but Tom Flesher sits in the driver’s seat, eyes wide open. He seems almost hypnotized by the road, passing through endless cornfields on the side. This could be the rural area outside Anytown, USA. As it stands, though, it’s the rural area about two hours from Chicago, Illinois.

 

Tom Flesher is used to making the drive at night. He was never a morning person to begin with, and besides, the traffic is lighter when it’s dark out. It was easiest when he was traveling with Mak Francis or Justice and Rule… they could drive twenty-four hours a day if they needed to, Tom overnight and his travel partner during the day. That extra time at the hotel helped with the change in time zones, and being awake at night was usually the key to an easy, mostly private workout.

 

Tonight, though, it’s not just habit keeping him awake.

 

I can’t believe he’s made it this far.

 

Two and two. Really, the submission match shouldn’t even count. No one expected Dace to take it. Two and one. Sure, they expected Dace to win the hardcore match, but Tom could have easily pulled it out. The points system match? That should have been all him. He’s got more amateur experience and it’s more recent. How can Dace compete with that? Two and zero. Not a single earned win, just the two he could have taken in his sleep. The series that Tom expected to win in three straight matches is going to match 5 on pay-per-view.

 

Only one more match.

 

This may be his last chance. He may not get another opportunity like this, or at all. When a horse gets injured, they just shoot it. At a certain point, when you live out your usefulness, they’ll send you riding off into the sunset whether you want to or not.

 

Is he walking the King’s Road?

 

He remembers his trip on the royal road, starting the day El Luchador Magnifico won the strap. The man he’d beaten in a match of the year candidate in 2002, as a rookie, was wearing the World Title. Less than a year from his SJL debut, he had a shot at the title at the Christmas 2002 pay-per-view, and a rematch at Clusterfuck 2003.

 

He couldn’t do it.

 

Magnifico was the last person to give him fits the way that Dace Night has. Sure, there were the losses here and there… Thoth taking the ICTV and later the World Title. Frost taking the epic Window Pain match. Jay Dawg, of all people.

 

None of them had the staying power that Dace Night does. The Trinity always seemed to get the better of the Magnificent Seven. Dace Night was good then, and he’s had the better part of a year to improve.

 

He’s backed against a wall, staring down the challenger and fighting just to preserve himself.

 

I need this.

 

This may be his last chance. This time, it’s not about the numbers. It’s not about the record for most reigns, most defenses, most wins, most days. It’s about pride, but more than that, it’s about survival.

 

I promised myself I’d never, ever be mediocre. I can’t afford to lose this one.

 

Tom Flesher’s eyes focus on the road ahead as everything else fades into his rearview mirror.

 

~fin~

[Dace59 0]

Fantastic promo Tom. Nice hype that isn't an advert. And addressing a few real issues of what you're shooting for.

 

Ah, it also helps that it plays PERFECTLY into my plan for the PPV match. Mwahahahaha.

 

I've said before: We will walk through the valleys of shadows and dust to come out bathed in fire and blood. \m/

[Toxxic 0]

You liar Flesher, it damn well is about the record!

 

You go, guys. Rock that match.

[The Ill One 0]

See if I was witty or funny I'd make some joke here. But I'm not, so here's my opinion. I really like this promo, literally everything about it and if this match doesn't live up to the hype... *shakes fist*

 

Seriously though when you board promo and give some in-sight inside Flesher's mind, it is gold.