PROMO: "Reinventing Your Exit"

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

The usual.

 

 

 

The busting in of Tom Flesher’s office.

 

 

“Jesus. Can I get one day without someone charging in here to bother me?”

 

 

The answer is simple. No.

 

 

 

Well, at least not today. Today is the day Spike Jenkins lets out all his frustration on the man he hates almost more than Toxxic.

 

“I’m sick of this, Flesher!”

 

Flesher sits up out of his chair and makes way around his desk. He motions for Spike to sit down, which the “New Franchise” declines. “What is it now, Spike?”

 

“I’m sick of being held down by the committee!”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You know very well what I mean!” Spike shouts as he prods Flesher’s chest, “I finally get my match with Toxxic the show AFTER he loses the World Title! What is this crap?”

 

“I really don’t know what you are talking about…”

 

“NO! You know exactly what I’m talking about! I’m in line for a World Title shot, but Ejiro gets his before mine! Why? Because Toxxic took out his bitch sister? Oh, boo fucking hoo.”

 

“Hey! Watch it! Blaming others for you not getting your title shot isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

 

“See, this is where you are wrong, Tom. There is only one person to blame for this…and that is you!”

 

“Oh please…not this again,” Flesher makes his way around Spike and towards his door, “I have a meeting to get to.”

 

“No! You aren’t going to walk out on me! I’m sick of this crap! You’re going to hear me out!”

 

“Spike, I’m done with hearing you out. You’re all talk. Get over it.”

 

“All talk? I KICKED OUT OF THE FRANCHISE TAG! I’M THE FRANCHISE AROUND HERE! I’m the best damn wrestler in this company!”

 

“Spike, look around you. You’re the only one who believes that. Yeah, you kicked out of the Franchise Tag and that is a big deal. Nobody has ever kicked out of the Franchise Tag! But the problem is…nobody cares about you.”

 

“WHAT?” shouts the “New Straight Edge Sensation”, “These fans are here to see me! What are you talking about?!?”

 

“To see you? Spike, you really are delusional…” Flesher looks down at his watch and then back up at Jenkins, “Spike, I don’t have time for this. So you know what? I’m just going to tell you flat out. You are worth NOTHING!”

 

Spike stands wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Flesher continues. “You were never worth a dime to this company. Ever. Look at your pathetic SJL career. Ever wonder why we never called you up to the big time? Because you aren’t ANYONE IMPORTANT! The only reason you had a job then is because of Mak Francis. Hell, the only reason you’ve had a job here during your even-more-pathetic SWF career is because you were either buddies with Toxxic or, again, Mak Francis. If it was up to me, you would have been gone a LONG time ago.”

 

“…No…you’re lying…you’re just jealous…”

 

“Jealous? Of what? You? Why the hell do you think I took that Cruiserweight Title off you? I didn’t have to, you know. But I requested it to the booking committee. It wasn’t just to get at Toxxic. It was to get at you. You’re a sham of a wrestler and a sham of a man. You’re waste. Nothing.”

 

Spike looks at the ground, shaking his head. He can’t believe the words that he is hearing.

 

“It’s no secret. I don’t like you. Never have. So stop running around screaming that I’m holding you back. Yeah, it is true. But it’s for the better of this company. Nobody wants to see you. So why the hell should you be in the main event?”

 

“I’m the best wrestler in this company, damn it! I can beat anyone you throw at me!”

 

“You can? Well, that’s a surprise, considering when you were in the SJL, you had about, oh…a thousand losses? What about now? Yeah, you beat Mak Francis in a fluke. Hell, you lost to Insane Luchador on Lockdown! Jenkins, come back to reality. The only time you were EVER worth anything was when you were the ‘longest’ reigning Cruiserweight Champion in history and with Toxxic. God, that was a fraud. If I were on the booking committee then, I would have had you stripped. You just devalued that title more,” Flesher looks back down at his watch and then back at Spike, “Okay, I’ve given you more time than I should have. Maybe you’ll do me the favor now and just quit. It would make my life easier.”

 

Flesher quickly turns around and struts out the door. Spike Jenkins stares at the ground, trying to figure out what just happened…but he can’t. Spike Jenkins has been rendered speechless. He tries to put his thoughts together, but everything is just jumbled up.

 

 

 

 

 

“Am I really worth nothing?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Longest Cruiserweight Title reign…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“With Toxxic…”

[Secret Agent 0]

You know; if you played this right you could do something really huge. I like it.

[Above Average 0]

Johnny's correct. I think this is a solid way to completely turn Spike into a uuber face. It invokes true sympathy for a character that's been so sure of himself, to have that questioned especially by a dick like Flesher (face or not Tom's character has always had that underlying trait... probably modelled after real life ). From what I've been reading, it seems like there's going to be some real defined differences between all the so called "cocky faces" and I'm looking forward to seeing how this all turns out. I'm glad our last match has seemingly helped you with it, too.

[Toxxic 0]

Me likey. I'd say that it looks like I have someone else gunning for me, but i did anyway. So I've definitely got Spike and Ejiro, and possibly Landon too. Man, I love being popular.

 

But yeah, great promo Spike. Now let's see where it goes...

[A Happy Medium 0]

As long as Spike doesn't go emo on the entire fed and start being a whiney bitch...I like where this is going.

 

The evil Flesher may have had a point in the conversation. So now Spike's character is a guy who doesnt need a character...but just wants to win.