Promo: Failure

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

The sun above The Fleetcenter in Boston, Mass, the hometown of the not-so-loved Boston Strangler. There isn't a cloud in the sky, the birds are chirping, the lovers are loving, Thoth is playing DDR, and everything is right in the world. A perfect, perfect, day. Everyone's just plain off happy.

 

Welll. Expect for Matt Myers.

 

Matt Myers, frown on his face and bag slumped over his shoulder, walks into the Fleetcenter. He mumbles to himself as he kicks the door open with his foot.

 

"Augh. It's fucking hot out here. Those annoying chirps from those stupid birds are driving me insane. The stupid lovers are making out on a bench. I can't say anything bad about DDR, and last night, that rookie "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins pinned Mak. I can't beleive this. I had that count stopped. I can't beleive that he didn't see it. It was right in front of him." Myers says, as he kicks a soda can on the foor, as he sends it across the hallway in the fleet center. It bounces off a door and a sign that says 'Commissioner's Office'. Myers smirks.

 

"Maybe I'll let my oponion be heard..." Myers thinks to himself, as he sits his bag down on a production cart, and walks toward the door.

 

----- Inside The Commissioner's Office -----

 

"Hoo-Hah! Take that, Maxi! Feel Edwin's rage of fiiiiirrreeeeee!"

 

Inside the Commissioner's office, Edwin is no, not sorting though papers or blackmailing The Suicide King, Stubby P. McWeed, Chris Wilson or Vince McMahon. He's simply taking his spare time to play Soul Callibar, which he's kicking ass at.

 

::Creeek::

 

"Who dare enter the realm of Commissioner MacPhisto?!" Edwin says, refusing to turn around, his eyes still glued on the screen.

 

"It's me, oh mighty Commissioner," Matt says.

 

Edwin jumps, as he hits his head on the top of the machine. He pauses, as he turns around, a frown on his face.

 

"Augh. You made me loose. And you made me bump me noggin! Ow..." Edwin murmers, as he sits back down on his desk.

 

"It's a very simple request, my friend. One that even you can understand." Matt says, "I want that referee that was in my match last night FIRED."

 

"Who? Eddy Long?" Edwin says, "He's been with us for too long. And he did nothing wrong. I don't see why you have to barge in here and demand that--"

 

"LISTEN, MACPHISTO!" Matt Myers forcefully says as he slams his hands down on his table. Edwin rises as well.

 

"DON'T YOU YELL IN MY OFFICE!" Edwin says. Myers tries to speak but Edwin puts up a hand ala The Rock in front of his face, "I'VE TAKEN YOUR SHIT, DAY IN AND DAY OUT. 'OH, LOOK AT ME! I'M MATT MYERS! THE POISYN! THE REBEL! I GET NO RESPECT! I'M BEING HELD DOWN! MAKE IT STOP!' WELL, THE ONLY ONE HOLDING YOU DOWN IS YOURSELF! YOU ALLOW TO GET YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AHEAD OF YOU, AND THAT'S WHAT CAUSES YOUR DOWNFALL! NOW *PLEASE* GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE I HAND YOU A MONTH'S SUSPENSION, YOU BASTARD!"

 

Myers pauses. He simply backs away.

 

"Fine. Fine. But I'll be back, Edwin. One day, I'll be in the WF. You'll have to stop sometime. And then, you'll realized what true pain is!" Myers says, as he exits the room, slamming the door behind him. He bumps into a figure in the hallways, a regonizable face. He pauses, as it is Mak Francis, standing there with a cup of coffie.

 

"Oh, Mak, man, your here. Man, you won't just *BELEIVE* what Edwin did to me!" Matt says, as he reaches across Mak and grabs his bag, "Let me tell ya. I go in there, and I'm talking..."

 

Mak's face is plain. No emotion.

 

"So I'm talking to him about the match, and I'm telling him how I wanted the referee fired and such for making the bad call..."

 

Still. No emotion.

 

"And anyways, Edwin just goes all out on me by..."

 

Wait for it...wait for it...yup. No emotion.

 

"...And well...dude. Are you paying any attention at all?"

 

Mak pauses, as he sips his coffie and turns to Matt.

 

"No, man. No. You see, all that stuff that came out of your mouth...that's just pure bullshit." Mak calmy says.

 

Myers stands there in shock

 

"And frankly, I've got some bisneus to do with Spike, so why don't you just step out of my way. It's been a bad day from the begining, and I'm tired of hearing your little war with Edwin. It's your fault that we lost the match. In my eyes, Matt, you are a god-damn failure to me, and this stable that Chris Wilson put together, the sWo." Mak says, as he walks straight past Matt Myers.

 

Myers just stands there.

 

Shock running through his body.

 

He balls his fist up.

 

And throws the bag into the wall, letting out a scream.

 

"I AM NOT A FAILURE! YOU WILL SEE! I'LL WRONG ALL THE DOUBTERS, I WILL MAKE YOU ALL PAY!" Matt Myers screams, breathing hard.

 

He then picks up the bag, and continues walking, like nothing happened...

 

- END PROMO -

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Wow... Edwin's right. Mattyboy is having a lot of emotional issues lately...

 

Is it that time of the month again?

 

And Mak Francis no-selling Matt's daily dilemmas with the CC office... stable friction, anyone? (BTW, that is the New Sound, not the SWO. And Flexxx and Manson made that fine rebel stable, not Wilson.)

 

Excellente promo Matt. That's right... you'll show those mo'fo's just who you are.

[Guest kelloggs]

Uh oh trouble in paradise...and man that Francis wins one World Title and turns into an instant ass. Cool

 

Fugue's got his own agenda. MVS has issues with Matt. Me and Myers are on the rocks. What could this all mean? Well a lot of fun and interesting writing of course! Good stuff Matt.

 

Flexxx me thinks its your time of the month cause the sWo is the real New Sound around here, bow down

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

Oh yes oh yes, its a perfect time of the month for me...

 

Its the time that summerschool ends for me and I can just do *nothing* again

 

And back on topic, yo... the SWO is NOT the new sound. The SWO is me and Poisyn selling out to Wilson just cause Matt asked everybody if they could be involved in the angle and Wilson happened to say yes... months ago =P

 

-I.C.D., who is never bowing down to the imitation.

[Guest crusen86]

Not bad. Although, being humiliated by Edwin can't be fun. Mak's evvvvvil.