PROMO: Visiting Tom

[King Cucaracha 0]

PLACE: Rome, Italy

TIME: 7:47 am

SCENE: Tom Flesher's 'temporary office'

 

 

Having landed in Italy...whenever...Tom Flesher is settling into his new hotel room. Not seeming best pleased with the standard of his room, Flesher sits frustratedly on his bed. Because now, he's got one boring week ahead of him. Italian TV, Italian bars...he doesn't even like pizza.

 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

 

And the small matter of the entire SWF roster continually bothering him. The thought of not opening his door crosses Tom's mind. Seriously crosses it. Unfortunatly for him though, Allison Onita is out of the bathroom and answering the door. Flesher noticeably groans, as Landon Maddix brushes past the departing Allison and scans the room.

 

"Who told you I was here?"

 

"We all got fliers, telling us where to go. Apparantly, this is your office now."

 

Flesher curses.

 

"Nice place you've got here."

 

"If you like sub-par Italian decor, sure."

 

"Ooh, burn..." sneers Maddix.

 

"So, what did you want?"

 

"I'll get to that in a minute." smiles Maddix, making himself right at home as he lounges into Tom's leather upholstered couch. "Before we get down to business...on a personal level, I just wanted to compliment you on the job you did on Smarkdown. Very fresh. I mean, Spike Jenkins, Johnny Dangerous, Toxxic, Ejiro...they all had it coming. All major dissappointments. I've gotta admit...we've never really been friends, but it was so damn refreshing to see you punk those four bitches out. They needed a swift kick up the ass and if someone needs a kick up the ass, it might as well be a Doc Marten, eh?"

 

Flesher smiles slightly, always happy to take a compliment.

 

"It's good to see someone finally taking hold of the reigns with this company, even if you do only have legitimate power over just the one show." Maddix continues. "This place has been missing a leader for some time. And a good one for even longer. But more than that...it's good to see you finally laying down the law, the way it SHOULD be laid down. I mean, hell, you're Tom Flesher! You're the straight shooting, ass kicking former Heavyweight Champion! To see you getting pushed around by some whiney kid and Puff Daddy...just not right."

 

"I agree." sneers Flesher, with some double meaning.

 

"Smarkdown...that was you man. That was you, back to your best. That was the real Tom Flesher. THAT was the Tom Flesher I retire...oh...sorry."

 

A smile creeps onto Maddix's face, as Flesher's head snaps around to glare at the Tag Team Champion sat on his couch, now helping himself to his Cheetos.

 

"As much as I enjoy being 'complimented'...is this going anywhere?"

 

"Huh?" mumbles Maddix, through a mouthful of Cheetos, before his Tag Title belt catches a glint in his eye. "Oh...oh, yeah. I'm sorry Taamo. Sometimes when I get talking, I kinda lose myself. No, you see, I'm here about 13th Hour."

 

Rolling his eyes, Tom hardly seems surprised.

 

"Now, like I say, I enjoyed the no-nonsense stuff on Smarkdown. But, while you were running around after Wildchild and Pretzler...did you happen to catch my match? It's just, I looked over the card...and...judging from that, I wasn't quite sure. So, incase you didn't...here's a recap. Allison, you might wanna take notes." Maddix calls off screen, before standing up. "On Smarkdown...I...BEAT...LIL' BUCK. Right?"

 

"Right..."

 

"Right. Now, for some reason, Lil' Buck is now getting a second bite of the World Title cherry at 13th Hour. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but he had his World Title shot in the Seychelles a couple of weeks ago. And was comprehensively beat, I might add. Now, I can see where you're coming from here Tom. Looking at it impartially, Johnny doesn't deserve the shot. Toxxic and Spike are busy. Ditto Danny and Mak. And I can understand you being stuck for choices. But, looking at it without any impartiality what-so-ever...I beat your number one contender less than 24 hours ago, Tom. 1, 2, 3, right in the middle of that ring, on your show, your 'pure wrestling', only the best wrestling, Tom Flesher show. So I'm kinda wondering...why Buck gets his rematch."

 

"As I said on Smarkdown, Ejiro made such hard work of beating Buck, that he didn't impress me at all. I expect better. So, it was agreed, that a rematch would be in order."

 

"I understand that." sighs Maddix. "But...and no offense to you...but making Lil' Buck the number one contender, no more than an hour after I'd pinned him, makes you look a little...well, stupid. Even worse than that, it makes ME look insignificant. Which you know DAMN well that I'm not."

 

"So, let me get this straight. You're saying that I should have given you the title shot?" chuckles Flesher. "You?"

 

"Yeah, me!"

 

"Why the hell should I!?!" Tom finally snaps. "Last time I checked, you were screwing up MY booking plans by eliminating YOURSELF from the World Title hunt! I've got a newsflash for you kid...the World Title isn't some 'open invitational'! You can't just say you don't want the belt one month, then decide you suddenly do again!"

 

"You know damn well why I took myself out of the title picture." Maddix growls back at Flesher, through gritted teeth. "And you know damn well I've done everything Lil' Buck has and ten..times..more!! I've beaten him. I've beaten Dangerous time after time after time. I beat Toxxic and then pushed him to the edge of Kibagamism. Spike Jenkins was my SJL BITCH for more months than I can remember. I'm worthy of a shot. What more do I have to do, huh?"

 

"How about showing a little consistency?"

 

Maddix stops, caught in something he can't deny.

 

"Remember on Smarkdown, where I said that Johnny wasn't good enough? When I compared him to Ejiro, just without the success? Well, he beat you on Lockdown. So what do that make you, hotshot? All year, you've been like a damn rollercoaster. One minute you're up, next you're down. One minute you win the Clusterfuck, next you through away the match at From The Fire. One minute you're International Champion, 5 days later and you lose it. Your title reign was worse than Ejiro's is, kid."

 

Hanging his head, Maddix bites his lip angrily while he tries to think of a comeback.

 

"I don't want another first half of 2004 on my hands. I want a champion who can defend the belt night in and night out, without me worrying about having 12 champions in twelve weeks. Maybe, just maybe, if you got your mind OFF of Megan's loins and BACK on business..."

 

"You leave HER out of this!" snaps Maddix.

 

"...maybe then. But right now, Buck's far more consistent than you."

 

"Hey, I'm not taking away from Buck. Believe me, he's one tough son of a gun and I've got the bruises to prove it. But Buck/Ejiro is yesterday's news. Think about it Tom. Landon Maddix versus Ejiro Fasaki, first time EVER! That's a dream-match, right there. People would eat that up, Tom. They'd eat it up and they'd want more. More. More and more and more, until they all broke into spontanious song and period-costume dance. But instead, you're making me and Todd Cortez defend our SWF World Tag Titles against...some mystery team..."

 

Maddix is suddenly cut off in mid-sentence, as Flesher laughs to himself.

 

"What?"

 

"Oh, nothing."

 

"No, come on Tom, what?"

 

"It's nothing, seriously. I was just...thinking about your opponents at 13th Hour."

 

"Wha...what about them?" asks Maddix, noticeably nervous. Flesher just laughs again. "C'mon Tom, this ain't funny."

 

"For you, maybe. It's pretty funny from where I'm standing. Then again, I know who they are, don't I?"

 

Despite the nervous look remaining on his face, Maddix tries to pretend it's not bothering him. Smiling, he places his Tag Team Title belt over his shoulder and directs Tom's attention to it.

 

"You know what...it really doesn't matter. Whoever you've got, me and Todd'll handle 'em. That's why we're the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!"

 

"Is that so?"

 

"Yeah, that's so."

 

"Well, if you two are such a 'team'...how come it took you about ten minutes to stop shouting your mouth off about 'Landon Maddix'...and finally remember that it'll be 'Martial Law' in a match this Sunday."

 

Maddix is again at a loss for a comeback. At least, one that wouldn't make him a total liar. Instead, he just points a finger at Flesher, fumes for a few seconds, before sighing and storming out of the room. Flesher casually watches his hotel room door slam behind him and smirks a little. After all, that kid always did kinda bug him...

 

"Heh..."

 

Flesher's smirk turns into a full blown smile.

 

"...he's screwed."

[Secret Agent 0]

Why in the heck must you always drag beating me into your promos? I'm proud to have supplied you with your greatest acheivement, but Maddix has fallen way more times to Johnny.

 

EDIT: Sorry. Nice promo by the way. The way you have Maddix come across as 'It's all about me' kind of reminds me more of Kurt Angle touting off how he's done this and that, and what not - made Shawn Michaels tap, etc.

[Toxxic 0]

Well, this Mystery Team had better be good now. Everyone try and think who it might be, bearing in mind that unless Ejiro's pulling double duty it's unlikely to be J'n'R...

 

...although, given the way that Flesher laughed when Landon said it should be him vs Ejiro, maybe this IS a possibility after all. Better check and see if Judge is down to mark the match...

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

I call Chilly Chilly Bang Bang!

[JJ Johnson 0]

I call Chilly Chilly Bang Bang!

 

 

DAMMIT! I knew I should have gotten here earlier.

[King Cucaracha 0]

I was tempted to put some clues in the promo. But then I remembered how Toxxic has this knack of guessing all my plans, posting them here and running everyone's surprise.

 

So you get no clues.

[JJ Johnson 0]

I was tempted to put some clues in the promo. But then I remembered how Toxxic has this knack of guessing all my plans, posting them here and running everyone's surprise.

 

So you get no clues.

 

You could PM me the clues. Then again, I'm Toxx's stablemate, and therefore his stoolie, and would rat you out just as fast as he would. HEEL HEAT~!

[Toxxic 0]

I was tempted to put some clues in the promo. But then I remembered how Toxxic has this knack of guessing all my plans, posting them here and running everyone's surprise.

 

So you get no clues.

 

Hey, it's not MY fault you impregnated Megan.

 

 

 

 

...probably just as well, really...

[King Cucaracha 0]

I was tempted to put some clues in the promo. But then I remembered how Toxxic has this knack of guessing all my plans, posting them here and running everyone's surprise.

 

So you get no clues.

 

Hey, it's not MY fault you impregnated Megan.

 

 

 

 

...probably just as well, really...

 

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

I was tempted to put some clues in the promo. But then I remembered how Toxxic has this knack of guessing all my plans, posting them here and running everyone's surprise.

 

So you get no clues.

 

Hey, it's not MY fault you impregnated Megan.

 

 

 

 

...probably just as well, really...

Or you could just keep your yap shut, you blabbermouth!

 

[Toxxic 0]

Ignore me.

[janusd 0]

I'd like to point out that I never publicly revealed who Birdman was, despite working it out reasonably soon after he debuted.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

*reads Toxxic's mind... again.*

[Ace309 0]

I never revealed that Dante Crane was really Pimp Daddy Sarp.

[Guest Goodear]

I never revealed that Coy West was actually a woman... that Tom was banging on the side.

[King Cucaracha 0]

Coy was Japanese?

[Guest Goodear]

Coy was Japanese?

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Tom's no racist sir and I thank you to take that back.

[Toxxic 0]

Coi ARE Japanese, aren't they?

[JJ Johnson 0]

If you mean the fish, yes, koi are native to Japan.

[Ace309 0]

They also lack penii.

[JHawk 0]

Great, here we go with the penis references again. Do any of you have a closet you need to come out of?

[Secret Agent 0]

Not I, but I'd sure like Stacy to come out of that cage in your pic and into my lap!

[JHawk 0]

Back off! She's mine, bitch!

[Secret Agent 0]

[JJ Johnson 0]

*kicks Jay in the head and takes Stacy as Johnny weeps*