Promo: the king and i

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

The Suicide King walks paces quickly through the halls deep in the bowels of the Tulsa Convention Center, whistling a jaunty tune with a hop in his step.  No need to be negative.  So what if Xstasy was back.  And Thugg failed with his defense.  And Edwin was champ…

 

…well obviously there was some room for negative, but he and Stubby were still firmly in control of the federation and that was what counted.  He reached the door to his office, yanked it open and stepped inside…

 

“Oh for the love of God,” moans King as he flicks on the light, before spinning on his heels and begins to exit the room.

 

“Come on now!” shouts Chris Wilson from the leather office chair of King, his boots up on his desk as he sips a drink from one of King’s glasses.  “You don’t want to leave me.  Don’t hide your feelings, Heartbreaker.”

 

King stops, lets out a deep sign and turns around, motioning at Wilson as he does so.  “Fine, but out of the chair.”  Wilson holds his empty palm up in surrender as he stands up and heads around the side of the desk, polishing off his drink and slamming the glass down as King circles around the other side and eases himself into his chair.  “Now what do you want?”

 

Wilson plops down in one of the two chairs across from King.  “I just wanted to drop in and say hi.  Look at how that wittle boy I used to know grew up into such a big, bad deputy commish!  I’m so proud of you.”

 

King doesn’t smile.  “Oh, you mean that little promo you cut wasn’t enough for a hello?  So you created me, aye?”

 

“Did I say that?” questions Wilson, staring at the ceiling and biting his lip.  “It was so long ago.  I just got on a rant and I was saying things I didn’t mean.  Of course I would never take credit for you and your success.  What kind of friend would I be then?”

 

“How about the friend that got me to join the WO, then left rather promptly afterward?”

 

Wilson clutches his heart as King tosses out a verbal jab.  “Ouch.  Now, now, good sir.  Its not like you were left completely helpless.  I believe you captured your championship not long after that.”

 

King pours himself a drink and takes a sip, staring off into space as he seems to reminisce.  “Yes, I do believe that’s what happened.  For the big monster, big bad heel you were, so set on destroying the Carnies, you never could.  Who did that?  Who got rid of Raynor and Stevens?  Oh wait, that would be me.  After you left.  All by myself.  I didn’t need you.  You must have been the one holding the whole operation back in the first place.”

 

Wilson smiles at King, chuckling to himself.  But then the smile melts away and his eyes become deadly cold as he leans up and plants both hands on the desk, staring into King’s eyes.  “You must be mistaken, good sir.  From what I can see, Raynor’s back, the Carnies are still around and have two belts, with a chance for three on Storm, and oh yeah: Edwin is the frickin’ champion.  When Stevens, your big best buddy back in the day, won the title, who took it off of him a month later?  Do you remember that little factoid?”

 

King returns the stare, leaning forward in his chair and returning Wilson’s glare.  “You.  But I also remember you losing that title a month later in one of the poorer reigns a champion has had, in a match that involved myself.  You’re just lucky I didn’t take it.”

 

“Cry about it.  I also seem to remember beating you one-on-one the only time we went.  I remember beating a lot of people.”

 

“Oh, that’s good you can remember it now, because the beating you’re going to take in the next month or so before you come to your senses and re-enter retirement is going to screw up your brain cells enough that you just may not.”

 

Wilson’s voice comes out a growl.  “Don’t screw with me, King.  You seem to remember what happened last year around this time to the commissioner?  I believe that was Divefire.  Where’s he at now?”

 

King leans back in his chair, crossing his arms but keeping the icy gaze.  “And don’t threaten me.  I’m not Divefire and I’m not the same man I was when you left.”  King jabs a thumb into his chest.  “I have the power now, not you.  You’ll respect that, or your return is going to resemble Sarp or Rane’s.”

 

Wilson loses his cool.  “Sarp and Rane were washed up!  That’s not going to happen to me.”  He calms down, regaining his composure and easing back into his seat.  “And from what I saw at the pay-per-view, us threatening each other and screwing around isn’t what you need at the moment.  It definitely isn’t what I need in the long run.”

 

King cocks his head to the side.  And smiles.  “Its good to see you’re paying attention to events still.  So what do you think about X coming back?”

 

Wilson snorts.  “X isn’t exactly sporting a full deck up in the head, if I remember correctly.  Give me him anytime and I’ll take him out.  I want Edwin.  He doesn’t deserve to where the belt that rightfully belongs to me.”

 

King lets out a chuckle as he stands up and comes around the desk, sitting on the corner as Wilson shifts to face him.  “Now I don’t think X is going to fold that easy, son, and you’re awfully rusty to be planning on taking on Edwin right now.”

 

“Rust isn’t going to be a factor.  I get Magnifico on Storm.  He has quite a few debts to pay for what he’s done.”

 

“Like joining the Carnival?”  King laughs again.  “God, I don’t know why anyone would join that hellhole.  You’ve got Stryke as a partner.  What do you think?”

 

Wilson nods.  “He’s good.  Real good.  Ash beating him was a fluke.  He’s joined the cause.”

 

King is taken by surprise.  “The Meat Festival?”

 

Wilson shifts his jaw as a huge smile spreads across King’s face.  “Yes, the Meat Festival, though this is not going to be quite the same.  Stryke’s onboard, and you know more will follow.  People aren’t stupid.  The Carnival isn’t going to last against an onslaught of myself, you gentlemen and the Clan.  Its just like the old days.  They’re the only real white hats in town, so we’re going to dirty em’ up.”

 

King stands up.  “Come on.  There’s a nice little bar a couple blocks away.  We’ll talk shop.”

 

Wilson rises from his seat.  “I’m not going to turn that down.  I’ll drive.”

 

“Fair enough.  So you really think you can knock off Edwin right now?”

 

As the two men head out of the room, King flicks the lights off as Wilson laughs at what he views as an absurd comment.  “Of course!  I know the Carnies like the back of my hand.  I’ve got a few workable plans.  See, once we make sure Xstasy isn’t a factor, we do the usual…”

 

The door slams shut, plunging the room into darkness.  Though not quite as dark as the thoughts shifting through a pair of twisted minds walking down an empty hallway…

[Guest Muzz]

I like it. I like it alot.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Now, now Chris...you really should pay more attention.  King wouldn't be upset at HVT losing the title.  If you'll notice, King was part of the whole plan to eliminate Thugg.  And THugg's a face now...duh stupid!

 

Oh...nice promo.

 

Good to have you back.

 

Da "gone to the dark side" H

[Guest midnight_burn]

Very good promo, i like it, and the fact that i'm mentioned makes it even better.

 

Hmmm, i suppose i should do a promo thing at some point as well.

[Guest Suicide King]

Good stuff.  Overlooking the slight plot discrepancy, a great promo. Of course I was in it, so what would you expect?

 

For all you heels out there, just remember that I am always here to help.  Unless you're the Clan.  'Cause they're icky.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Meet Chris Wilson, n00bs!

 

When he's not blowing up toy stores and manipulating the masses, he's very busy writing kick-ass character relationships and ridiculously sharp dialogue.

 

But ha, no rust?  You're like a bicycle left out in the rain, big boy.  We'll see how you do on Storm, against MY MIGHTY ARMY OF MEXICANS AND NUT-CRUSHERS!

 

/trash talk mode

[Guest Suicide King]

Damn you Edwin.  My mind is now rife with images of the El Luchador Magnifico Commemorative Nutcracker.

[Guest Thoth]

We're not icky.  You are.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

Not bad, Wilson. Hopefully this is a sign of things to come.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

One sentence, you bastards!  =)  Its my first promo in six months and your nit-picking ONE SENTENCE?!?  LOL...I hate King and Thugg.  I hate them so much...

 

I also have "Where" for "Wear".  I need to get back to the nitty-gritty

[Guest HVilleThugg]

That's ok Wilson...we're not all that fond of you either...bitch!

 

Besides, I said good promo!

 

And I'll nitpick all I want...cause I'm Da HVille Thugg bitch, and their aint shit you can do about it...

 

Da "daring Wilson to bring it" H

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

Nice promo....and that sentence can be explained logically for both sides....

 

I won't go into it now, it's not my angle and I'm probably wrong....

 

Does King love the Cock even here?

 

-Annie

[Guest Suicide King]

Of course!

[Guest Thoth]

Jesus, Wilson.  A totally kickass, deep promo.

 

And I didn't even throw burning liquid on anyone.  

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Ugh...

 

I just read through an entire Chris Wilson promo.  I feel so dirty.

 

Mothernature says, Stubby's a brave man..."

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Thanks for defending me, Annie.  Thugg and King are poopie-heads.  =P

 

Thanks to everyone that read, and Stubbs, you're a better man than I because I've never read through an entire one of your promos.

 

Four promos near the top of the board, Storm tonight, 2 NBA game  6's, Red Wing/Avs Game 7 and a full slate of baseball.  Woo hoo.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

I know that you've been away for a long time and that's why you made that little boo boo...  But other than that, taht was a good Promo, very well organized and shit...  Good shit

 

shit

 

B "Like saying the word shit and taking it." O