Promo: And Lead Us Not Into Temptation

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

THWACK!

 

THWACK!

 

THWACK!

 

THWACK!

 

The kicks echo through the white-walled room, as Matt Myers lets loose powerful judo kicks at a wooden target. It's a local akido and judo school, as Myers has borrowed it for a little while to pratice and brush up on his martial arts. He has three wooden targets set up, as he kick them all, using every kick he can think of. Tornado kicks, ax kicks, side kick, round house kicks, thrust kicks. You name it. He's doing it.

 

But there's something else on his mind.

 

Something...bigger.

 

"God damn you, Edwin MacPhisto..." Matt Myers thinks to himself, "What the hell are you thinking of? Fugue vs. Me? Everyone knows that if you pinned Fugue against a red samuari like me, there's no hope of victory. I beat the European Champion, cleanly, for that matter!

 

WHACK!

 

"And now "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins. Oh, please. He's the newest member of this group, and he's hardly had any history in here. I'll beat him good, and I'll be on my way to victory...", Myers thinks some more. His cockness guides him through his toughts, as he hits a jumping, spinning back kick, breaking one target. He pauses, as he sees it's destruction, and smiles. Peices of wood fly everywhere, as Brother Red barley notices them.

 

"But why, Edwin. These are my team-mates. These are my brothers. These are my GOD DAMN FRIENDS! How DARE you pin them up against me. If this is you little plan to break down the sWo, it isn't working. They know that even if we're forced to go one on one, we're still a team. We still fight. We still work as one unit. Yes, if it comes, we must fight eachother. But your doing it way to often, Mr. Commissioner!", Myers growls as he destroys one more target. It's blown clear off.

 

WHACK!

 

WHACK!

 

"And that...message that Mak gave me. Yes. How enjoyable to read it. I wake up in the hotel next morning, find out that I have a text message on my phone. God damn, he wasn't even man enough to leave a voice message, or call me when I was avaiable. I know he dosen't have the balls to tell it to my face...", Myers scrowls as he lets out one more kick, a jumping side kick to the last one, this time, destorying it. He smiles, as he sees all the destruction he's causted. He walks over to the changing rooms, as he looks at his cell phone once again, wanting to read the text message. He opens it:

 

Hey yo Matt, it's Mak. Listen. Purplosley loose that Euro Shot match. It's too risky. Edwin's just trying to get into our heads. And if you win it, it's sWo vs. sWo AGAIN. Don't let him tempt you, bro. Don't do it. Don't do it. Or else.

 

::Click!::

 

"Message deleted..." His phone says... "Respond?"

 

::Click!::

 

"Mak...it's Matt." Myers says, "Listen. Over my dead body am I giving up that Euro shot. It'll be more for the better. Fugue will be dropping a title on a more experienced athleate. And remember, Mak. We're co-leaders. That means if I want to do something, I do it. I'll see you at the arena."

 

::Click!::

 

"Message sent."

 

Myers smirks.

 

"Temptation is sweet, when used properly."

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

I likes...

 

 

 

I likes....

[Guest kelloggs]

Good stuff Matt. I like the whole idea of the phone call. This could become really REALLY interesting in a hurry if somethings happen.

[Guest realitycheck]

Tsk, tsk. Another student from that school of "The Martial Arts are Infinately Superior To Grappling Because They Look Cooler." They never learn...

 

Regardless, an excellent promo, Matt. The activity in the JL is great to see. The connection with Spike's later promo, and the whole EGO CLASHING and PARANIOA and stuff is a fairly compelling read. It's like Vince McMahon's Corporation! Minus Paul Wight! Heh, anyway, great job.

 

-Z