frisco 0 Report post Posted August 18, 2004 The lights are dim as Candace lay in the whirlpool. A whitish fog emanates from the water revealing how warm it is. As soft music plays on her sound system she places a cooling pack on her neck. Every inch of her body aches having just gone through a hard core match with Jamie Drazon. There is some bruising on her face from the match but for the most part she got through it without any physical markings. This would definitely be considered a victory amidst defeat since Jamie Drazon is a hard core legend and Candace’s’ face is still intact. As her thought fade off to slumber she hears the door to the bathroom open. The immediate smell of cigar jars her from her rest as she opens her eyes to see Frisco washing his face in the sink. She quickly grabs a nearby towel to cover up her breasts. “Oh I don’t need a towel” Frisco starts.” Thanks anyway” he says as he wipes his met hands on the curtains and takes a seat on the toilet. “What are you doing?” Candace exclaims as Frisco shakes the ashes from his stogie into the trash barrel. “Last night was not a good night for me” he says matter of factly as he goes into lecture mode. “I lost five thousand dollars. I got my freaking head split open by that bald headed jack off…” Frisco pauses he feel the bandages over his lacerated forehead. He grimaces as he touches them, then returns to his speech. “Then I get stitched up by this SWF rent-a-doctor…guy blows what can I say” Candace looks on still amazed Frisco would think nothing of walking into a bathroom where she was taking a bath. “But last night was last night. It was a learning experience for you and I’m fine with that.” He continues. “I awoke this morning—feeling pretty damn sore I might add—than I got the Western Union from the SWF. You’re still on the next card!” Candace raises an interested eye brow as she continues to listen to Frisco. In the back of her mind she is clearly wondering what they have in store for her now. “Candace my dear they booked you in a match against Tom Flescher.” Her manager says with a smile. As Candace looks on in stunned silence her jaw drops. The name is legendary. Tom Flescher. THE Tom Flescher. The Superior One himself. She swallows hard realizing this will not be remotely even close to being a favorable match up for her. “They call him The Superior One” Frisco states in a nearly taunting tone. “Not the pretty good one. Not the quality athlete guy. The SUPERIOR one” As Frisco utters the word Superior he is careful to extenuate it perfectly to make his point. From the look on Candace’s face he realizes he did just that. “I guess the good news is he’s not six eight and four hundred pounds. The bad news is he’s a freakin’ human suplex machine. He’s a dirty, mean spirited son-of-a-bitch who will put a hurting on you and really, really enjoy it, and will do absolutely anything on earth to hold on to his title.” As Frisco turns to leave he stops and glances at Candace. A wry smile crosses his face. “That water looks pretty soothing. Maybe I’ll hop in for a while” Candace quickly points to the door and Frisco realizes that it ain’t gonna happen. “Or not” he shrugs as he walks off. Candace rests back in her whirlpool. Fucking Tom Flescher. Of all the people to have to face up against she has to draw The Superior One. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hank Kingsley 0 Report post Posted August 18, 2004 Flesher. Just so you can spell it right for the match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted August 18, 2004 Maybe she was thinking of Dr. Joel Fleischman. From Northern Exposure. Or something. Yay for promos! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted August 18, 2004 Everything is so slanty. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
