PROMO: Memories, Manipulation, Pride...

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Chris Wilson walks slowly down a dark street, meandering casually with no real intent or purpose. Killing time was getting more and more difficult lately. It’s like the bastard was bringing a sword and shield with it every time Wilson came for the execution. He’d been reduced to wandering the streets, simply waiting for the next show, waiting for his next victim to fall.

 

A wind picked up and it kicked a newspaper right up against the front of Wilson’s shin. He reached down and picked it up, and plastered across the top was a rather simple headline:

 

“MADMAN TURNS OFFICE BUILDING INTO BILLBOARD!”

 

Wilson smiled. Madman. Those were the good old days. He’d forgot about them.

 

Blowing up FAO Schwartz. Singling out Carnies and eliminating them. Gas balloons. Explosives.

 

Good times. Good times.

 

And that was extremely successful. He had torn through the gauntlet and defeated the SWF Champion, he himself becoming the pinnacle of the federation. Defeating a man that everyone and their mother said was heading onto a bright career. Being the victor when everyone said he’d be a token title defense, nothing more than a bump in the road for the champion, on his way to great things.

 

Well if those great things included getting the snot beat out of him by Da Pound and the Heartbreaker for six months before being retired by his best friend and becoming an announcer, all after losing that title match to the man who didn’t have a chance to win, well then I suppose he achieved many great things.

 

But Chris Wilson disappeared. He had better things to do during the winter months when the federation was ran by a twisted triad of stars. One who Wilson made and could of easily broke. The other who Wilson warped and defeated and the other the previously talked about champion who Wilson drove to unconsciousness at Apocalypse.

 

Yes, Apocalypse. Unless Stubby’s new bitch could pull out one then Edwin would still be champ after Ground Zero. WarGames was going to be fun, but Wilson couldn’t win the title in WarGames. That was just for some pride, something Wilson never was too fond of. Let them make fun of you, let them win some battles, but at the end of the night when you have the gold and they’re lying bloody at your feet, that pride isn’t something that mattered.

 

Wilson never could fight for pride. Coming close wasn’t exactly his idea of a jolly good time. And that was exactly what happened at goddamned Snake Eyes. Edwin MacPhisto, winning with barely a three count off of some contrived roll up. But at the end of the night, Edwin had the gold, but Wilson was the man standing triumphant, Edwin bloody at his feet.

 

He had to thank the heavens for his group. The Magnificent Seven were turning out to be better than he ever suspected. Chilly Chilly Bang Bang, as absurd as a name that was, nearly defeated Edwin and Raynor on Storm, something even he and Stryke couldn’t do. The Strangler, though not exactly focusing on team goals, had nearly beaten both the legendary Spider Nekura and invincible Edwin MacPhisto in one match. Deathwish was being manipulated by Tyler somehow. He didn’t know how, or why, but you could tell something was going on.

 

Ah, good old Tyler. He wasn’t exactly carrying out his end of the bargain, but Laura dying was probably the best thing that could of happened.

 

Poor mishap at the hospital. And with both the mother and child dying? It’s almost like a sick, twisted, pycho’s dream. You just cut off the last links of emotion for an unstable man known for his penchant for revenge. Tyler said he didn’t want to come back full time, that he just wanted some of the Carnies and Thoth at WarGames…

 

…but this was Outcast. This was the man Wilson had battled in the early days of the IGNWF, and who had defeated legends such as Neilsen and Simon Flare. It would only take some manipulation of Chris Wilson’s own to mold him again, but the molding was possible.

 

Wilson smiled again as he realized he’d covered quite a distance as he’s been thinking. It probably wasn’t the best idea for the grandest stable in SWF history to be trying to make each other into what they wanted, but then again, what fun would that be?

 

Apocalypse. In August. Wilson was 1-0 with a world championship victory. He’d like to extend that record, but with bloody Edwin worried about the freaking Clan and men who aren’t even bumped yet-

 

Wilson stopped dead in his tracks. A fascination with a cult? An interest in a man known for his dark ways? Edwin was angry at the Seven, and he wanted to defend the Carnival’s honor, but here he was, exerting so much energy to keep close ties with a group he hated for so long. Loathed for so long. Who cares if Thoth was playing the valiant, righteous knight, coming to save the day? Thoth was still Thoth. Spider was still Spider. Flesher was still Flesher. Fallout was still…Fallout was like a robot, extremely deadly but extremely boring.

 

But these generally completely evil individuals were now allies of Edwin? The Crown Prince was being pushed to the breaking point, and Wilson loved it. Now he had a nearly impossible stipulation to keep that title he fancied so much. Against a man he can’t really scout, can’t really know because of his newness to the league. So what’s Edwin going to do? Edwin’s going to have to bust out something he’d rather not. Show that side of him he keeps hidden to the world.

 

Wilson spots the parking lot where he has his car parked and heads for it. Perhaps this fascination with Edwin wasn’t the best thing in the world. He could worry about destroying other idealistic faces. Actually, Edwin was hardly idealistic anymore. He was turning into something very…well, Wilson-like. McClelland-like. Using the ends to justify the means. He wants some revenge on the Seven and wants the crowd to be happy, but WarGames? People could get hurt. Wilson rethought that. People will get hurt. There’s going to be casualties.

 

And there will be the much-loved breaking point. That little door inside Edwin he’s going to have to open up if he wants to continue his run of success. That little door that’s going to release something very dark and very powerful and something Edwin would very much like to keep behind that door. But the temptation is there. Like the Forbidden Fruit, that darkness is right there and Edwin needs it if he wants to stay on top.

 

That door, buried somewhere deep inside everyone, was becoming more and more visible to Edwin. And it was beckoning him. Calling him. And that was a door if Edwin opened, one of two, or possibly both, clear-cut things could happen. First, Edwin would become so wayward he’d make an absolutely great addition as one of Wilson’s associates. And the second?

 

Edwin would be destroyed from the inside out, completing something Wilson could never do.

 

And with the end result of either option ending up with Chris Wilson the freaking SWF Heavyweight Champion of the World. Wilson couldn’t think of a better way to win the title. Off an unstable stalwart of justice as he slowly warps himself into oblivion.

 

Wilson reaches his car and reaches into his coat pocket for the keys, but he feels something else. Slowly, he extracts a long strand of piano wire. A deranged smile slowly slithers across his face as he replaces the wire back into his pocket.

 

Ah, what the hell. The night was still young.

 

Wonder where the Carnival is staying?

 

EDIT - Making the proper edit as Edwin pointed out. Silly me, thinking WWF-style.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

HELL YES.

 

That was awesome. So awesome.

 

I love how Wilson keeps coming back to the crappy roll-up that he lost to. You can tell that, for all his haughtiness, the moment of weakness that let him go down to that really chews away at him. And really, you give my angles and potential character developments even more than I do.

 

An excellent pace, and excellent stream of consciousness thought process. Covered all the important bases for Wilson, and did it well. One thing, though: it was Apocalypse, not Armageddon. Bwa ha ha.

 

Oh, and one last comment:

 

Fallout was still…Fallout was like a robot, extremely deadly but extremely boring.

 

BURN! If that doesn't inspire Fallout to write a Smarkdown promo where he plans to lance Chris Wilson with a broadsword, I don't know what will.

 

8 promos in a span of just over 24 hours? Not bad, everyone...

[Guest kelloggs]

Hehehe...Blow 'em up Wilson

 

Ah it explains so many conflicts. Too many to type here. PromoWars before WarGames is so hot.

 

Will Casts 7 deadly sins...

 

 

Overtake Thoth, Edwin and Silent...

 

 

Or the Manipulative Maniac O' Fun...

 

 

...

 

 

...

 

 

Tune in next time and find out!

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

Chris, that was absolutely spectacular. If you need to blow up a building to write promos like these, then by all means, do it! The psychology was spectacular, the way that Wilson feels that he knows and controls everyone who's he come into contact with, it fits perfectly into the psyche of Wilson. And the analysis of Edwin was dead-on. Overall, this is one of your best promos, and I absolutely loved it.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

And people say I can only write terrorism..

 

I'm glad this works for you, Sir Edwin, and Mak/TBS, thanks for the love. PROMOWARS RULE! This is really starting to turn into last summer.

 

And on top of this, I just came up with a great way to write my Smarkdown match, since I was suffering some writers block match-wise since I got back from the nation's capital. I'm disappearing into the afternoon sun now, but tonight/tomorrow morning I think I can turn something out. Yes! Go SWF!

[Guest chirs3]

Where are we staying tonight?

 

Why, in that dark alleyway right over there.

 

Come alone.

 

(Y)

[Guest Lerrin Breggan]

Nice Wilson. I loved getting into your character's mind and running wild for a while. The pacing was awesome, going through each event in order. Logical assumptions, piano wire, arrogance, what more do you need in a good SWF promo?!

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Am I crazy insane, or insane crazy!?

 

 

I don't fucking know no more...

 

 

Will Edwin get by Lerrin Breggan!!? Ha Ha Ha! I think not.... insanity will prevail come PPV... and Edwin will be the King of Insanity.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Nicely written, it's cute...

 

Cute, you might ask?

 

Because it's RP narration

 

First time I've seen that in this fed, and you did it very... very well.

 

Now, go read MY promo, everyone!

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

See, OC, I could make it in your pansy RP feds.

 

By I prefer to go up against people I know know wrestling, not just "writers". B) The SWF rocks your RPing world.

 

People, respond to MY promo. Not Outcast's. Mine is obviously superior, and without abrubt endings and cliffhangers. You know Carnie death is coming, just not how.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Your promo is a cheap Chuck Norris flick to my Pulp Fiction....

 

Your promo is a Death to Smoochie to my Se7en... a freakin' "Mafia!" to my Godfather...

 

Everyone read mine, not Wilson's!

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Oh for the love of goodness he just wrote one promo and put spaces inbetween it, bolding words! Mine are quality pieces of rushed art that I just sit down and type. And he doesn't have to worry about matches!

 

Obviously mine is superior. Reply to it. And to Z's. Not his crap. You KNOW the girl is going to die. She has too. And if he could, he'd kill Deathwish, too. No death here, folks! Simple terrorism and battery.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Yeah, you know the girl is gonna die....

 

...or do you?

[Guest Thoth]

You both suck. Read my promos. I'm good for the memories.

 

On topic: Wilson's gonna whup some ass.