PROMO: Visitation Rights

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Ghost Machine strode through the halls of the J.W. Phoster Memorial hospital and JL Crunk padded along behind him.

 

“Room 402.” Ghost nodded.

 

Ghost pushed the door open and entered the dark room. He flipped the lights on and off a few times to wake the patient up. Still no reaction. JL Crunk walked over and kicked the bed. Bryan Rodgers rolled over.

 

“Whuz….shm….buh….whu….” He opened his eyes and looked up at Ghost Machine. Ghost was wearing sandals, jeans, and a light blue button-down shirt, as well as his purple mask. Rodgers screamed.

 

“Relax, foo. We ain’t gonna hurt ‘chu.” Rodgers tried to get out of bed but cried out and grabbed his neck brace, and gingerly lowered himself back to bed.

 

“Don’t over-exert, nigga. Doctor’s orders.” JL Crunk kind of looks like Lil’ John.

 

“Why are you here?” It was Ghost Machine who put Rodgers in the hospital. His neck was broken, though not seriously, and Ghost had almost crushed his trachea. Rodgers wouldn’t be able to wrestle for at least a few months.

 

“Just visiting. Boss says we gotta pay for this shit, so I figured, what’s we payin’ for, you know?” Rodgers was uneasy but nodded and winced from the pain.

 

A nurse walked in with a tray of food. “Time for lunch, Mr. Ro-” she stopped at the sight of the hulking Ghost Machine and his life partner.

 

“Who the hell are you?” She was not polite.

 

“JL Crunk. Now scram, bitch. We’re having a talk.”

 

“I have to feed this man, asshole.” She walked over to the shirtless Rodgers and began pinching his nipples. She then moved her hand under his sheets, but it was clear what she was doing. JL and Ghost ignored this. When she was done, the nurse winked at Rodgers and left.

 

“Where were we, son?”

 

“Don’t talk to me like that, darkie….” This last word was barely out of Rodgers’ mouth when JL pounced. He crushed the bed and began battering Rodgers in the wreckage. Ghost Machine pulled JL off before he killed Bryan. Hearing the commotion, two security guards entered the room and made for JL. Ghost intercepted them. He piledrove one, clearly denting his skull. Blood gushed from his eyes and ears as he lay convulsing on the nice floor. The other pulled his gun and fired, missing Ghost by inches. Ghost picked him up and headbutted him, erasing all traces of the guard’s nose save for a congealed, bloody mess. He then threw him at a window. The guard didn’t quite make it through, but got stuck with his head protruding out. His throat was sliced to pieces and a thick jet of blood shot from his neck. Ghost turned around and walked from the room as doctors streamed in but JL stayed. He pointed to the other bed, which was occupied by a middle eastern gentleman.

 

“Who’s that, doc?”

 

“Hmm….some camel jockey, can’t remember the name. Suffering from severe depression. Used to be a pro wrestler.”

 

“He looks familiar.”

 

“Hey pal, why don’t you get the hell outta here? We have a situation.”

 

JL Crunk took another look at Bryan Rodgers. His face was swollen, but he seemed otherwise okay. JL kicked him in the face and left. He met up with Ghost Machine in the reception area and they walked outside.

 

“You hungry?” Ghost nodded. They got into JL’s car and drove.

 

“Where you wanna eat?” Ghost pointed to a Wendy’s. JL pulled in and drove to a parking spot. He stopped, then got out. Ghost followed.

 

* * *

 

Don Morgan knew it was going to be a long day. The goddamn wife took an hour in the bathroom, he burned his toast, and his kids missed the bus. Who knew things could get worse? When he saw a man in a mask approaching his establishment, he didn’t panic. He had gone over the robbery drill a thousand times before. It was the black guy that scared him. You can’t trust them. Always smoking crack cocaine and listening to rap music, and shooting honest citizens like himself. This time he would be ready. The man in the mask and his black accomplice came to the counter. Just when the man was about to demand the money, Don acted. He shoved his shotgun right in that gangster’s face.

 

“Get out, motherfuckers!” Everyone screamed, and the black guy went for his gun. Don fired, but the masked man pushed the shotgun. The blast missed the rap guy but hit a woman sitting down. Pieces of her head came off. Everyone screamed. Mask guy jumped over the counter. He threw Don into the back and opened the freezer. He shoved his head into the doorway and swung the heavy door. Don could hear his own head explode.

 

* * *

 

“YEAH! That shit was hot! DAMN!” Ghost Machine drove away before the cops came. JL was excited.

 

“DAMN! You were ice cold! Gangsta!” He put his hand on Ghost’s lap, but got the look that just said “not now.”

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

Wow, that's really racist.

 

Congratulations, if that's what you were going for, jackass.

 

Aside from that, it really sucked in about twelve different levels.

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Anyone notice the cameo by former SWF wrestler Muhammed Koran?

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

I must have missed it amongst all the racial slurs and poor writing.

 

Try again next time...Wait, no, don't ever try again.

[Toxxic 0]

Simply put: gay wrestlers cool. Racial stereotyping bad.

 

Perhaps a time-travelling pirate gimmick would work better?

[Sly 0]

Edited June 27, 2005 by Sly

[JJ Johnson 0]

Or Sweet Shin Music.

[Chuck Woolery 0]

Hey, Sly? It's not your job to tell people who belongs and who doesn't in this federation. Shut the fuck up.

 

As for the promo... well. It reminds me a little bit of Bo's work, and he was almost a World champion. I wish you'd tone it down a smidgen, but if you write matches show-in and show-out then you can be a time travelling pirate for all I care.

Edited June 27, 2005 by Chuck Woolery

[Sly 0]

Wow. Mike can't sense sarcasm anymore.

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This promo is not racist. Sure, there are racist characters, but that does not make the promo racist. Is one of those weepy concentration camp movies everyone loves racist because the Nazis persecuted the Jews? No. The manager of the Wendy's is ignorant. He pulls a gun on JL Crunk because of this. In fact, all racism is punished by Ghost Machine, who is the moral center of this promo. Brutal murders notwithstanding .

[JJ Johnson 0]

So Ghost Machine is like The Punisher? Slash a wrestler? Slash gay? That may or may not be a robot?

 

 

 

I think I like this character.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

All racism? So why is the doctor not eaten for the 'camel jockey' comment?

[Chuck Woolery 0]

You know, I really do understand Ghost Machine's motivation here.

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The doctor isn't punished because Ghost Machine already left the room.