Promo: Enter the Wolf

[Guest Evan Douglas Wolfe]

(Note: No legends were harmed in the filming of this segment. We hope.)

 

Genesis...

 

Without a word, Flesher drops to one knee. He reaches down and unfastens the tape around his bootlaces, then slowly and deliberately unties them. He switches knees and does the same with his other boot, leaving them laced only loosely. With a pained look on his face, his eyes welling up, Flesher stands up. He stands firmly in the center of the ring and takes one more long look around the ring. Then, wordlessly, he steps out of his boots.

 

Flesher doesn’t pause. In his stocking feet, he walks to the ropes, where he ducks to step out. The Suicide King, however, holds up one hand to stop him. Flesher stops advancing and stands up once again.

 

King begins to clap. Allison and Raynor join him, and soon the whole arena does as well. A small smile flits across Flesher’s face, and his eyes once again cloud over. Allison Onita climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for Flesher, who steps through them. To a roaring ovation, Flesher, Raynor, King and Onita walk to up the ramp, moving steadily without a pause. Three of the athletes step through the velvet curtain, leaving only Flesher on the stage.

 

He stops and acknowledges the crowd as they rise to their feet for him. He closes his eyes and bows his head for a second, then looks out at the crowd. He pauses, then raises an open hand into the air. With a single flick of his wrist, he waves to the crowd, and then quickly pivots and walks through the curtain.

 

The crowd continues cheering. As the noise slowly dies down, the only thing left in the ring is a pair of UK 11 black Doc Marten combat boots.

 

Flash forward to the present day. The lights are all off, and the Shark Tank crowd is cheering after watching the video footage of Tom Flesher's retirement at Genesis V. A chant breaks out among the San Jose audience: "FLESH-ER! FLESH-ER! FLESH-ER!"

 

Just then, the lights start to come back on, causing another round of raucous applause from the audience. But their cheers quickly turn to boos when they see the sight that awaits them in the ring - not two, but one single Doc Marten combat boot, being held in the arm of not Tom Flesher or any of his compatriots, but an unfamiliar, yet smug-looking young man. He is slightly tall and of average build, he has brown hair, and he wears a simple black T-shirt and blue jeans. In his other hand is a microphone, and he uses it to address the audience.

 

"My name is Evan Douglas Wolfe," he begins. "And I hate to be the bearer of bad news... but the era of legends and lore... is over."

 

The newcomer known as Evan Wolfe receives some astonishing heel heat, but he ignores it and keeps talking. "I'm surprised at all of you. The man who wore this boot received more applause than anyone could hope to achieve in one arena. What has he ever done for you to deserve such praise? Oh, wait, I know what it is - he retired."

 

Another round of boos, and this time Evan just soaks it in. "That's right, boo him! Boo him because you know he's washed up! He had nothing more to give! Just like all the other 'legends of wrestling' that you saw on Genesis, he was here past his prime! Their time is done, and in their ashes... you'll find a new breed of wrestlers. Wrestlers with all the tools to succeed. Youth. Talent. Drive." Evan flashes the audience a big grin. "Wrestlers like me."

 

Evan sets the microphone down on the mat and reaches into his pocket, retrieving a silver Sharpie marker. Smiling broadly, the cocky newcomer turns the boot over and signs his own name across the side of the boot. Picking up the mike again, Evan climbs out of the ring, and casually flips the boot into the audience with a slow underhand toss, where the boot is caught by a random fan.

 

"Hang on to that," Evan instructs the fan. "It's going to be worth a lot more now."

 

Evan starts to walk up the ramp, but turns once more to address the crowd, mike still in hand.

 

"See you all on Smarkdown."

[Guest carnage]

Flesher will be pissed.

[Guest Evan Douglas Wolfe]

I hope so, man. I hope he seethes over it until he bleeds.

 

...nah, just kidding. No OOC disrespect is intended, of course.

[Toxxic 0]

Which is fine and all, but doing something like that when the man has no way to defend himself... tut tut. Very heelish. At least I pick on people who can fight me.

 

But still (to channel Drea for a minute) PROMOZ AMZ TEH G00D~!

[Ace309 0]

::applause::

 

Considering how rarely I put anyone over, I'm happy to do so in a manner that doesn't affect me in the least.

 

Plus, I'm maintaining my poochie status. So.