PROMO: When It Rains... (Part 1 of 3)

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(Post-Storm promo that finally got finished...)

 

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Following the minor debacle that was Storm... And following a quick trip to the infirmary to get checked out, I set out, trying to locate the man I was looking forward to meeting. Oddly enough, he wasn’t around the dressing room when I went there to collect my gear. As a matter of fact... I noticed that no one but superstars and SWF workers were anywhere in sight in the backstage area. A little odd, considering the seemingly open-door policy that the SWF was about. I got myself together, and proceeded out towards the parking lot. I noticed that things around the workers’ area was very quiet... Again odd. But I got to my car, and slid behind the wheel, settling back with a soft sigh. My mind was racing... Having seen LDP’s challenge to Coyote, the continuing craziness of this pairing for the Lethal Lottery... It seemed like my past was really out to get me. And now, not being able to find my friend...

 

The happy lilt of a Irish jig emanating from my cell phone on the seat next to me drew me back, and made one worry slowly evaporated. I grabbed the Razr, and flipped it open.

 

“James, where the Hell are you?”

 

“Sorry, Chris... Some big bruiser o’ a Security chief would’na let me back t’ th’ locker area.” I frowned a moment... This was getting more and more odd.

 

“As it is, I’m up at th’ Hibachi. Got us a table out o’ th way, so ya won’t get mobbed.” I smiled a little bit, despite things.

 

“You’re a saint, James. I’m on my way.” And with that, I got that little silver S2000 on its way.

 

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I finally settled in at the table James reserved at Benihana (or the Hibachi, as James liked to call it). The ride was nice to catch my wind, and clear my mind slightly. However, the ‘fight’ from the front door to the private back area was arduous: People definitely came here after the show... Adoring fans, photo ops, and autographs abounded... Including one pretty young thing that wanted an autograph on her shirt... The one on her that hugged a rather generous chest. I politely declined that one, autographing her program instead. I managed to get back to the privacy of the back, and smiled in relief when James got out of his seat to shake my hand... I wrapped him up in a friendly hug, chuckling.

 

“Don’t you do that to me again, old man.” He pulled back with a grin.

 

“Ya worry too much. I can handle myself.” We sat down as the hibachi master started his prep work.

“Well, when you tell me that you can’t get back to meet me because some utter hoss is running Security, I worry.”

 

“Now I ne’er said he was a ‘hoss’...” James said with a grin. “I said he was a big bruiser. And had it not been for th’ public spectacle it would’ve caused, I’d have been back t’ see ya.” We shared a momentary laugh.

 

“So... It looks like ya an’ your partner are starting to get along.” I smirked at that, drawing my attention from the hibachi master back to James.

 

“I’m trying to keep it business in the ring,” I replied, probably unconvincingly as James raised an eyebrow. “Just trying to get through this Lethal Lottery.” I shook my head. “I want to get back to wrestling singles again, where I can do something. I could care less if we win or not.”

 

“An’ if ya do?” I smirked again.

 

“I’ll do what’s good for the business aspect, and the fans.” James nodded.

 

“An’ out o’ th’ ring?” I found myself growling just slightly.

 

“James, what happens out of the ring is my own business.... I’ll keep the in-ring business as the in-ring business.” James sighed.

 

“Aye... I’ll leave it be then.” We both went silent for a few, watching the hibachi master do his show. After a bit, and throughout the dinner, we had some idle chatter, James and I. We talked about his family... His wife Anna, his children... He had plenty of pictures of Tamara, Steve, and Allison. I smiled at it all, listening to his fatherly stories... All the while my mind reflected back to Lara and I, and the plans we had.

 

Dinner passed, and we went outside and were about to part company, when something came into my head.

 

“Oh James...” He turned back to me from getting into his car, eyebrow raised. “Lemme see if I can’t get you some backstage credentials so you don’t get stopped anymore. I have an appointment with Peters later in the week anyway... Did you happen to catch the name of the guy that stopped you?” James cocked his head in thought.

 

“Let’s see... He was a big, broad man... Ponytail, nice suit... He had a very distinct voice, too. Very low, gravelly... Like th’ earth itself had a voice...” My eyebrows furrowed slightly... Something didn’t sound quite right... Familiar, but not right...

 

“I dinna think I remember anything else.” I nodded.

 

“Thanks, James. I’ll talk to Peters about it.” James smiled.

 

“Alright... G’night, Chris.” He climbed into his car, and I unlocked my door, trying to think of who this new security enforcer could be. A few moments later, the sound of a car horn caught my attention. I turned back to find James behind me, window rolled down.

 

“Lad, I just remembered... Someone had addressed th’ big oaf... I think she said ‘Mister Bailey’... An’ when he spoke, he had a wee bit o’ an accent... Aussie, I’d put it. Barely noticeable. Anyway, I have t’ go... Anna’s already callin’.” With a quick wave, he was off. I got in my car, letting myself sink into the seat... Big guy, Australian accent, last name of Bailey...

 

Suddenly, it felt like the world dropped out from around me... If I thought my past was coming back to haunt me before...

 

It felt like my life was possessed right now.

 

“Janus...”

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

Anyone else imagine James as a gnome-like guy that lives in either a cave or perhaps a hollow tree? He's very Tom Bombadilian-ish. Or not.

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

Bilbo Baggins.

[Smartly Pretty 0]

No, he was more like the sailor on the Simpsons for me

[Toxxic 0]

All these things aside, this was an excellent promo. And lest we forget, who was it who carved those three scars on Janus' chest?

 

...CHRISTIAN FURY, COME ON DOWN!!