PROMO: The Good, The Bad and The Toxxic

[Toxxic 0]

Shortly before 'Next In Line'

 

"Where the bloody hell are they?" Toxxic grumps, looking at his watch.

 

"Late?" Amy Stephens asks, chugging back some lager.

 

"Christ, thanks Ames," Toxxic mutters, "whatever would I do without you?"

 

"Have a more borin' life, innit," his sister shrugs. "An' you'd prob'ly go insane around Landon and that blonde bint without me to liven things up."

 

"Megan's not that bad actually," Toxxic shrugs, "she's got some sense. And I can stand Landon these days. When he's not drunk," the General Manager adds darkly.

 

"What you got against drunk people?" Amy demands belligerently.

 

"Well, they remind me of you for one thing," Toxxic grins, needling his sibling before taking another glance at his watch. "Bloody hell, this is ridiculous. They should be here by now..."

 

"Whassup?" a new voice sounds, and around the corner of the building comes a young man of mixed ethnic origins with a tribal pattern shaved into his hair. He saunters up to Toxxic and stretches out a fist, "T, whassup?"

 

"I've told you not to do that Danny," Toxxic frowns at the new arrival, but bumps his fist to the other man's anyway, albeit with reluctance. "Where's the goof?"

 

"Yeah, he's comin' innit," the new arrival says, "stupid mu'fucker wanted to get all dressed up, know what I'm sayin'?"

 

"He wanted to- oh, good grief," Toxxic says in horror as a huge man appears in view, clad in a bodysuit of black, purple and pink with a matching mask and bleached blonde hair that reaches to his shoulders but has dark roots visible on his head. "Andy, what the fuck are you wearing?" the Straight-Edge Sensation demands.

 

"You said I needed a mask," the new arrival says with a faint Scottish burr, "so I went with it and got a suit as well! What do you think?"

 

"I think you look like you've been vomited on by a rainbow," Toxxic tells him flatly, folding his arms. "A gay rainbow, I might add."

 

"Ah come on man, it's not that bad!" the man known as Andy protests good-naturedly, spreading his arms wide. The one known as Danny regards him with something little short of contempt.

 

"It is that bad, if not worse," Toxxic informs the bigger man. "Both of you, get inside before someone sees you. I didn't bring you over from England to stand around making us look like some sort of travelling circus. We've got Dance Dance Dragon for that..." he adds under his breath.

 

"So who'm I kickin' the shit out of tonight G?" Danny asks, causing Toxxic to roll his eyes.

 

"No-one. Both of you are on ring crew duty tonight, so you can get that crap off you right now Andy," he says, casting a glance over his shoulder at the large man as they walk inside. "And just in case you get any ideas, I don't think I'm going to put you out for singles competition yet either," he adds, "I don't think you're ready for it. You'll be tagging. With each other."

 

"You're fuckin' shittin' me!" Danny protests. "There's no fuckin' way I'm teamin' with that pieceashit, no fuckin' way!."

 

"Listen up sunshine," Toxxic growls, rounding on him, "you are here because I brought you here, and I didn't bring you here because you're ready for the big time, I brought you here because you can kick people but you haven't got a bloody clue what it means to actually be a professional wrestler. And as for you," he adds turning to the masked Andy, "you need to get your head straight or you're gonna get taken apart, I don't care how big you are. So unless you wanna turn around and go straight back to England you'd best learn to shape up, cos over here I ain't your trainer anymore, I'm your boss, got it?"

 

"Whatever you say Mike," Andy says, unfastening has mask and removing it to reveal a friendly face that is slightly too chubby to be traditionally good-looking, "I'll put me jeans back on and go help with the ring. C'mon man," he says, slapping Danny on the arm as he passes, "you heard him." However, Danny doesn't move and just stares at Toxxic for a moment.

 

"Oh, you've got a problem?" the straight-edger asks. "Well, leaving aside the fact that I can wish you the best in your future endeavours whenever I bloody well please, let me ask you a question. I could take you out to that ring as soon as they get it set up and you an' me could go one-on-one in an amateur wrestling challenge. No fancy shit, no flips, no kicks, just the stuff they do at the Olympics. Now I've still got one bum arm, but my question to you Danny Meadows is, do you think you could win?"

 

Danny stares at Toxxic from under his brows for a moment, then reluctantly gives the slightest of shakes of his head.

 

"And that is why you are here," Toxxic tells him sternly. "Now go with Andy and help 'em get that ring set up."

 

Danny turns and walks away. Toxxic stares after him for a second, then blows his breath out in exasperation. Amy saunters up behind him. "Whassat all about?" the younger Stephens asks.

 

"Danny was born in Nottingham and brought up in Nottingham," Toxxic replies, "so can someone for the love of God tell me why he dresses and speaks like he's walked out of some Grand Theft Auto version of Brooklyn? It's enough to make me embarrassed for my sodding country. And Andy? The guy raises money for the World Wildlife Fund in his spare time. I've got a six-foot-nine monster in a mask who I've persuaded to take the ring name of 'Panic', whose idea of an intimidating outfit is something that looks like it belongs to the Acid Trip Ranger." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "The frustrating thing is they've both got the potential to be good. They're just completely fucking clueless..."

[Rawknight 0]

Oh Nottingham

Is full of fun

Oh Nottingham is full of fun

There's tits, wrestlers and Forest

Oh Nottingham is full of fun.