Promo: don't fuck with the posse

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

Crimson ends. Usually at a moment like this, wrestlers take their showers, go back to their hotel rooms, order something good to eat, and go to bed, to wake up next morning to catch a flight to the next Metal.

 

Well, of course, all expect for 3 people.

 

In the dim-lit boiler room of the The MCI Center, Insane Luchador and Tom Flesher await in the shadows, brooding. Luchador is dressed in his traditional black, as Flesher has put on some gym shorts and his new t-shirt, as it reads "Tom Flesher: The Superior Shirt!". They look angry as they glace around the Boiler room, looking for their stablemate, Poisyn. A camera man is with IL and Tom, as they spot the camera man.

 

"Uh...why is here here?" IL says, as Tom just shrugs.

 

"I'm tellin' you man...where the fuck is he?!" Tom says, his temper getting the best of him. Insane Lucahdor turns back to Tom Flesher, trying to calm the dangrous man down.

 

"Relax," IL says, "He'll be here. He's never gone against me in the past."

 

"Well, it looks like he's gone against us now," Tom says, turning to IL. Just look what happened with him and Flexxx. This is exactly why..."

 

A door ceeks. IL and Tom quickly turn around, but they see nothing. They turn back around, shaking their heads, as they see Poisyn right in front of them. Tom jumps back, as IL's eyes go wide, as if someone smacked him in the back of the head.

 

"...You want to finish that sentence, Tom?" Poisyn says. Tom glances around he room, as he then turns to Poisyn once again.

 

"As superior LEADER...I repeat, LEADER of this group, never, and I mean, NEVER FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Tom screams. Poisyn smirks.

 

"Oh, but Tom..." Poisyn says, "You told me you were fearless."

 

Tom groans.

 

"Now not, Matt," Flesher says, "I called you here for one reason...what the hell is up with you and Flexxx, huh?"

 

Poisyn pauses, as he looks at Insane Lucahdor, but his expression is blank, giving him no hint.

 

"Well...we had some troubles in the past...with Destruction. I'm sure Andrew can tell you all about that," Poisyn says, "And I guess he just wanted to be a good sport about that. I'm sure we won't have any trouble with him any--"

 

"Good sport my ass," Tom interupts, "I don't care about Destruction and what that brought. What I do care is the loyality of he group. Shaking hands with Flexxx...it showed me that you were loyal to him, not to us. We're a pack. I'm just reminding you that you shouldn't trust anybody other than us..."

 

Poisyn, who has had his head toward the ground for most of his speech, looks up at Tom and...smiles. Then lets out a laugh.

 

"Ah, Tom. Your right. We are a pack," Poisyn says, "But we're bigger than we seem."

 

Tom's frown turns into a deeper frown, as he opens his mouth and says...

 

"Your right."

 

Tom's dark, evil, frown then changes to a smirk smilar to Poisyn's. So does IL. They all turn to the camera-man, looking right into the camera, as it fades out...

 

- END PROMO -

[Guest Ace309]

Myers, you magnificent bastard....

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Deeelectable promo, Myers. I am already scared of this alliance, and hope I never come across y'all!

 

[Guest Renegade]

Dont listen to Flesher Myers! Remember D-team ALWAYS comes first

[Guest redbaron51]

something brooding up between Myers group and Flexx's group

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

DUN DUN DUN!!!!

 

 

...Hey, Sydney... wanna join XF9 again?

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

This smells evil...

 

...mmm, evil.

[Guest]

This is KAIENTAI EVILLLLLL!!!!!!!!!