Promo: Since Everyone Else Is Doing It

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

"Time is passing by I know that im sorry now

I lied to your eyes I know that im sorry

I feel so alive i know that Im sorry now

and in the end of time, i know it’ll all be fine

 

You're typical with your typical life

but it doesn’t matter when everything’s typical

You're typical with your typical life

but it doesn’t matter when everything’s typical "

 

The ska tunes of Johnny Nine And The Racers blast through Matt Myers' locker room. Wrath has just started, and Matt is strapping on his wrestling boots. He stops the CD Player, as he pushes the button. He takes out the CD, a local band from his town...he stares at the CD for a minute...on the cover of it he looks at familar writing...

 

GLORY RISE

 

BURNED 4 U BY

 

*~*~*BRIANNA*~*~*

 

LUV U S0O0O MUCH, HUN!

 

Matt sighs at he stares at that name as if it was his pink slip. He walks out of the locker room, into the hallway. His thoughts drift off...to a time not too long ago.

 

"Matt! Matt!"

 

As Matt enters the locker room, a familiar voice echoes behind him...he turns around to see Dace Night, walking toward him.

 

"Well, I'm glad to see someone remembers me..." Matt says to Dace, as he puts down his CD Player, which is playing GloryRise.

 

"Jesus, where have you been? I know you took some time off, because of a neck injury, but man, you've been out for a while. Are you gunna do the PPV tonight?" Dace says.

 

"No...I just came to renew the contract...I'm comming back..." Matt says, as he sets his bags down, "This one is gunna count. This time it matters..."

 

Matt turns around to walk away, but Dace notices something...

 

"Hey, Matt...where's Brianna?"

 

"..."

 

Without a word, without a sound...Matt keeps walking, ignoring Dace.

 

Matt steps into his car, as he shakes off the bad memories, as he pulls out of the arena lot, as he begins driving down the road to the Bastittle. He leans back in his car, as he pops the CD back in...he leans against the leather seat, as he remembers more.

 

Matt walks up to a short, stubby man with large glasses and a balding head, who is watching Ejiro go against Wildchild, as he nods his head in aproval. Matt quickly taps the man on the shoulder, as he turns around.

 

"Are you the new Commissioner?" Matt questions. The man looks around as he speaks again.

 

"Why, yes, yes I am, what can I do for you?" The Commissioner says. Matt reaches into his pocket, as he pulls out a pen.

 

"I'm Matt Myers...I called about renewing my contract this morning..." Matt says.

 

"Oh, yes, yes..." The Commissioner says, as he sets his large briefcase down on a set-up table that the moniter is on. He reaches into the briefcase to pull out two peices of papers, "Here...if you would sign this one..."

 

The Commissioner hands Matt a paper, as Matt sets it down...looks it over quickly and signs, with a smile. And hands it back to him...the man hands him the second paper, as he looks past him...

 

"Say...didn't you use to have a...manager?"

 

Matt freezes.

 

The frown fades.

 

"..."

 

"Well, this one is for her...Brianna Flynn was here name, yes, hmm?" The Commissioner says, "I guess just bring that to her..."

 

"...Thanks," Matt syas, cold and emotionless. He snatches the paper out of the Commissioner's hand and turns around, as mumbles something to himself, as he passes JL wrestlers who give him glances of 'Welcome back', but Matt dosen't greet those glances with compassion. He steps outside of the arena, as he feels the cold, night air. He stares into the sky full of stars...what a beautiful sight.

 

"...Matt..." A voice echoes behind him.

 

"Oh no," Matt thinks to himself, "Why is..."

 

"...I need to talk..." The voice says again, "I need to tell you something...it just..."

 

"What are you doing here?" Matt says to himself, as he looks over his shoulder, meeting eye to eye with Brianna Flynn.

 

Matt pulls the car up to the Bastittle. He looks at the looming French Prision, as he looks all around the outside...he sees the JL crew putting the flag of the Boston Strangler on the top...as he leans against his car. He looks into the French sky...

 

"France..." Matt says to himself, "She would have loved to go to France..."

 

A tear begins to shed down his eye, as he snuggles up from the cold in his leather jacket...

 

"...I mean...Matt...please..." Brianna pleads.

 

"NO!" Matt screams, "I told you the first time...it's over."

 

"But I can change! What did I do wrong?!" Brainna screams, as her voice cracks, it sounds like she's about to cry.

 

"What...did you do wrong?" Matt says, "What did you fucking do wrong? How about when you never returned my calls? How about when you never showed up to show after show after motherfucking show? How about when I bought you that diamond neclace on your birthday and you sold it for half of what I bought it for? How about..."

 

Brianna knows what's comming next.

 

"Dont' say it."

 

"...How about when you finally showed up one night, I went back to the hotel and found you sleeping with Spike Jenkins?"

 

Dead silence.

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

Matt turns to walk back in the building...

 

"But Matt..."

 

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch," Matt simply says.

 

Matt opens the door and WHAM. Matt closes hard, as the sound echoes through the outside of the arena and the inside. Brianna's eyes are welt up wtih tears, as one slides down her cheek. Her mascara stainds her cheek, as she makes out her last, few words:

 

"I...love...you..."

 

Matt looks up to see Greg, a JL crew member, Insane Lucahdore, and Thor standing before him. Matt quickly wipes away the tear, as he looks up at them all.

 

"It's time to get to work."

 

Time is passing by I know that im sorry know

I lied to your eyes I know that im sorry

I feel so alive, i know that im sorry now

and in the end of time, i know it’ll all be fine

 

You're typical with your typical life

but it doesn’t matter when everything’s typical

You're typical with your typical life

but it doesn’t matter when everything’s typical

 

see your face, and your eyes were so bright

but it doesnt matter cause now you are typical

and now you're up in space, and your so damn high

but it doesnt matter cuz now you are typical

the mirror's broken, but the image is fine

but it doesnt matter now that everythings typical

i see your face, and your eyes are so bright

 

 

 

 

 

...you used to be so damn beautiful..."

 

- "Typical" - GloryRise

[Guest fosta]

I like the plot behnd it and I'm intrigued to bury up some of your older work to piece the story together. However I would recommend altering the style slightly. All I mean is try to replace some of the ",as he/she" with some other ways of describing the scene.

 

Overall, nice roleplay. Long enough to make me want to read your next, short enough to stop me from getting bored.

 

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

"...How about when you finally showed up one night, I went back to the hotel and found you sleeping with Spike Jenkins?"

(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)

[Guest Crowe]

"...How about when you finally showed up one night, I went back to the hotel and found you sleeping with Spike Jenkins?"

HOO-WHEEE!

 

How desperate can a woman get? Me thinks the old Myers love tool ain't drilling properly.

[Guest kelloggs]

Nice promoage. Keep it up or stuff will happen. Yeah... stuff!