"The Devil and Mr. Williams"

[Coffin Surfer 0]

Pulled blinds eclipse the bright rising sun, basking the office in a nauseating orange glow. Hard at work, Flesher force feeds gobs of paper into a growling shredder. The piling confetti that remains has long out grown the meager office size trash can, spilling onto the floor like rolling snakes. Suddenly, a knock at the door sparks paranoia in the sleep deprived eyes of the stressed commissioner.

"Hang on!” he urgently calls to his unseen guest.

Thinking fast, he kicks the trash can and it’s overflowing contents beneath his desk; cursing to himself as he does so. Looking to the pile of papers, he nervously licks his fingers and searches about the room. Scooping up the towering pile, he begins to sloppily shove handfuls beneath the decorative rug. Madly hopping up and down on the lumpy carpet, he gives up and rushes behind his desk. Wiping sweat from his brow, he forces a relaxed posture. His eyes dart down to an open drawer, his hand reaching for the exposed gun resting inside.

“Now, how can I help you,” he announces to the door.

The knob turns and the door slowly glides open. A mammoth figure outlines the light from the hall, scaring Flesher into action. Putting the gun to his head, he jumps up and screams,” Take one more step or so help me I’ll…..” The earth shakes as the figure lurches into the room, the door closing behind him. Flesher’s eyes adjust, and the shadow transforms into a familiar face.

“Oh Danny, great to see you!” he exclaims with surprise. Red faced, he squirts water out of the toy gun and forces a laugh. “Sorry I thought you were someone else.”

Williams eyes Flesher oddly, and looks about the room; the strange lumps beneath the carpet earning his attention. “I need to fire that damn cleaning lady,” jests Flesher, motioning for Williams to take a seat in front of his desk. Williams uncomfortable takes a seat, his wide, muscular frame having difficulty squeezing into the office chair. “Join me in a belt of bourbon?” asks Flesher, anxiously stumbling to his trashed mini-bar.

Williams shakes his head.

“Sorry, I know you don’t drink anymore, I was just thinking out loud again. You know how it gets, not sleeping for the past week or so. My Valium script ran out.“ Flesher apologizes without a hint of irony. Pouring strong smelling liquor into a shot glass, he quickly downs the rest of the bottle like John Belushi from Animal House. Than he has the shot and returns to his desk. Williams watches with a worried expression as Flesher stumbles into his chair, and grumbles, “You have to excuse me, I’m preparing for the big meeting next…uh….soon.”

Williams nods, the worried expression on face refusing to leave.

“So how’s Japan?” asks Flesher.

“I can’t complain. Annie says hello.”

“Annie?”

“Or her twin sister, or not, whatever.”

“Nah, I think I know what Allison's been up to," Tom snickers. He sighs wistfully. "Those were the days weren’t they?”

“I guess.” groans Williams,” I thought the whole thing was a big, confusing mess.”

“I mean overall, damn it!” insists Flesher, drunkenly slamming his fist into the desk. “It was safe as houses than, the peak of our great sport. We could do no wrong! Now we can’t even draw fleas at a Mississippi whore house. Wrestling, real wrestling is dying a slow, agonizing death in this country. No one's watching and no one's coming up through the developmental system, nobody wants to be real wrestlers anymore, they just want to be Hollywood superstars. Don’t get me wrong, I was a showman but I was always a wrestler first. ”

“To be fair, movie stars don’t break bones and tear ligaments for a living.”

Flesher sits back, nodding in agreement.” Perhaps you’re right. Maybe we did take things too far in the old days, where’s the glory in a career that will only leave you brain damaged or crippled for your trouble?”

“I’m coming back,” expresses Williams with calm confidence.

“What!?” exclaims Flesher, jumping up right in his chair. “Are you even in ring shape?”

Williams looks at him with a face that says he should know better.

“Shit, this must be another hallucination. You’re really serious?”

Williams nods.

Flesher laughs manically, "Danno, you’re a godsend. When can you start?”

“As soon as possible.”

“We can get a big ratings spike out of this. We can even have a live contract signing to announce your return to the Championship scene.”

“The Championship scene?”

“Danny, your one of the biggest stars in the history of the company. One of the only survivors from the glory years, we need you in the Main Event scene. It’s for the good of the company, for the good for the sport. Right? ” preaches Flesher, extending his hand.

Williams shrugs his shoulders, and uneasily commits to the hand shake.

Rising, Flesher opens the door. “We’ll be in touch, Danny. I'll have Bill call your people, hammer out the contract. I think we have just the slot for you.“

Pondering as to what exactly he’s got himself into, Williams leaves the office in a confused blur. The door closes and he hears Flesher dance a jig. Heading down the hall, he ponders the nature of the agreement and if he done the right thing. All he wants to do is help the company, but not if it means holding anybody deserving back.

Edited February 25, 2007 by Ace309
Adjusted at the request of the wrestler I removed

[JHawk 0]

Nice! The veteran decides to come back and seemingly doesn't want any sort of push right away, and the guy in charge is seeing dollar signs instead of the big picture.

 

Plus Danny fucking Williams is coming back!

 

It's gold, baby!

[Toxxic 0]

This would work better with Peters instead of Flesher, and I really DON'T see Flesher needing a Valium script... but it does what it needs to do, and Danny back is always good.

[Ace309 0]

The Valium was my idea, more for a cheap laugh than anything else.

[Coffin Surfer 0]

"Reason for edit: Adjusted at the request of the wrestler I removed"

 

Oh for the love of fuck, live a little! (rolls eyes)

 

Sorry but yeesh.

 

"This would work better with Peters instead of Flesher"

 

Flesher gave it his approval.

[Toxxic 0]

a) you never told me I was in the promo when we PM'd about it, if you had I'd have asked not to be, and b) so don't describe me by the name that I have spent the last nine months trying to DISassociate with the character.

 

And I still think it would have worked better with Peters. That's my opinion. I don't have to agree with Tom.

 

Don't make me mock your glorified clothesline, monkey boy

[Secret Agent 0]

I liked it but it could use some better spacing. Good to have you back!

[Coffin Surfer 0]

"a) you never told me I was in the promo when we PM'd about it, if you had I'd have asked not to be"

 

I figured a wordless cameo wouldn't hurt considering we had originally discussed you having a rather large role in the promo. It was harmless and helped the angle, to request it be edited it completely out strikes me as bad form on your part. That's my opinion.

 

" and b) so don't describe me by the name that I have spent the last nine months trying to DISassociate with the character."

 

Than don't repeatedly refer to him by that name in the pms. WTF?

 

"And I still think it would have worked better with Peters. That's my opinion. I don't have to agree with Tom."

 

It is his character.

 

"Don't make me mock your glorified clothesline, monkey boy "

 

Don't make me mock your glorified Ace Crusher.

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

Forget about Toxxic; all the rest of us thought it was great.

[Smartly Pretty 0]

It wouldn't be a board promo without an argument from Toxxic.

 

In other news, holy fucking shit, danny williams!

[The Ill One 0]

Hey, at least the thread's subtitle fit quite nicely. But seriously though, it's nice to have you back, Williams. Now how about an elbows-only match between you and JJ Johnson?

[Toxxic 0]

Feel free to mock my glorifed Ace Crusher as much as you wish

 

And I second IL's call for the match of Danny vs Johnson. Sort of like old vs new.

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

Good. Danny owes me a job from the last time he returned.