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

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(Delayed due to work... Sorry all. This occurs not long after Smarkdown...)

 

Sean Davis.

 

Sean FUCKING Davis!

 

Of all the people to get paired up with...

 

FUCK!

 

I walked down the corridors of the near-abandoned MTS Center, fuming. Smarkdown ended not long ago, and the ‘caravan’ was almost packed up. But I knew one person that would still be around.

 

And I was in search of him, for some answers I sure as Hell felt I deserved.

 

Finding Peters’ temporary office, I went on in. His secretary was in the middle of packing up her desk when she looked up and saw me.

 

“Mister Fury, Mister Peters...”

 

“Is in his office, so don’t even try to tell me otherwise.” I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a run-around as I breezed right on past her. The presence of any of Janus’ ‘crack staff’... The Hell Machine himself... None of it would’ve stopped me from throwing open that door. Peters shot a glance over at me as I breached his ‘inner sanctum’, apparently interrupting a phone call in progress.

 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he grumbled, obviously not wanting to deal with me. I’m not sure if it was the mood I projected, or if he was actually smart enough to realize what the Hell what was going on. He hung up his phone, sat back down behind his desk, and tried to throw on an air of friendliness.

 

“Christian, what can I do for you?” I wasn’t buying into it.

 

“Cut the crap, Peters,” I growled, earning a very annoyed look from the boss man. “I want to know what in the Hell you were thinking when you replaced Sarah with Sean Davis.” Peters made a dismissive gesture.

 

“I needed to get someone out there that was ready,” he replied. “Davis was the only one here that was even close. And frankly he looked good coming out there.” Peters made a face of mock shock. “I’m surprised, Christian... I was trying to do good to you, and get you someone who could actually compete... As opposed to throwing some clueless scrub in there with you, or worse yet, having you complete the match handicap style.” I scoffed. Loudly.

 

“So I’m supposed to be thanking you for sending Davis out there?”

 

“That’s right.” His self-righteous grin was infuriating.

 

“A man with whom I’ve had a very violent and heated past with?”

 

“Ah, but that’s what makes it grand!” Peters threw his arms open wide. “Considering you and Sarah did relatively well, you have a chance of making the next round in the Lethal Lottery! And the kind of pull that you and Davis will have... Two men that have been at each others throats in the past, now banding together for the common goal of...”

 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait...” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You mean to tell me that you’re using this as a marketing ploy?”

 

“Not exactly a marketing ploy,” he replied with a shake of the head. “However, think about the turnstile receipts... The Pay-Per-View orders will be through the roof. But... Well, with an interested public watching the shows, we may just have an increase in our advertisement viewership.” He grinned at me. “You’ve made a wonderful point, thank you! So you -do- see why I’m doing this?”

 

“No, I don’t.” The expression of happiness fell from his face like a house of cards. This was mildly satisfying in some evil, twisted way, but I figured I’d be the better man, and try to have him see reason. “Look... I know you’re a businessman, and I know you’re trying to keep the SWF running and all. But you’ve had a lot of very bad decisions made lately.” I shook my head. “This Lethal Lottery is a mess... Teams can’t be just thrown together at a whim. You’re lucky if there’s one team that comes out of this. Teaming people just in the name of profit... It won’t work. If you’re trying to reignite the tag team division, this isn’t the way to do it. A bunch of these tag teams won’t hold together, this one included.” Peters regarded me for a few moments.

 

“I think you’re the last person to be giving me advice there, Christian,” Peters quipped, eyeing me with a bit of annoyance. “Considering you were part of a bunch of guys that kidnaped people and carved them up to add to your ranks...” I launched out of my seat, almost over Peters’ desk, right in his face.

 

“Are you -trying- to fucking piss me off, Peters?” I hissed. “Because if you are, you’re doing a fantastic job of it. And you will never... -NEVER- mention my affiliation with that group of fuck-ups and crazies again.”

 

“Or what, Fury?” I was about to answer when another voice entered the fray.

 

“Is there a problem, Mister Peters?” The low rumbling voice of the Hell Machine pulled me back from putting my fist down Peters’ throat, pulled me back off the desk.

 

“No, Janus... I believe Mister Fury was just leaving.” Peters voice was condescending, a grin on his lips. I glared, then turned, seeing Janus just in the doorway.

 

“Yeah... I suppose I was,” I growled as I brushed by the big man and slammed the door. What I didn’t notice was the very faint smile on Janus’ lips... And even if I did, I wouldn’t have had a clue to its meaning.

 

As it was, I stalked down the hall once more... Rattled, pissed, completely out of sorts... I felt everything I’d been trying to build being torn down around me. Forces beyond my control trying to shape my wrestling destiny, my livelihood... Just out of control.

 

There were only two choices here: Give up, or retake control, retake what was mine.

 

I knew what I wanted to do.

 

Now it was all a matter of doing...

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I LIKE this promo. Keep it up, Fury!