Promo: Mindgames

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Edwin MacPhisto wanders merrily down the Atlantic City boardwalk, polishing off his third bag of saltwater taffy.  It’s a lovely June day and Edwin’s just getting in a little R and R before the big fun triple threat he has on Storm.  The breeze kicks up and he heads out onto the pier, leaning over the railing and just staring out into the sea.  

 

A voice from behind speaks up.  “Beautiful view.”

 

“I’ll agree with that,” responds Edwin as the owner of the voice leans beside him.  Edwin catches who it is out of the corner of his eye, but keeps the same friendly tone as he continues.  “Shouldn’t you be out finding some Digimon to terrorize Ash?”

 

Chris Wilson lets out a laugh and stares straight out, not looking at his rival.  “I think myself and Stryke can handle them.  Not that the tag straps are that important in the long run.”

 

“Because you want my belt.”

 

“Because I want your belt.”

 

There is a brief moment of silence and Edwin starts up again.  “You’re not going to get the shot.  You’ve been back for what…three weeks?”

 

Wilson shrugs, still staring out into the sea.  “More or less.  Too bad I’m already the top of the card.  You did a good job.  I couldn’t be more proud.”

 

Edwin’s confused, but realizing Wilson is just starting mind games.  “What do you mean?”

 

“Well, in your little rise to the top you managed to clear out any competition you might have so you can get set for a nice, long comfy reign.  If I hadn’t come back, your plan would be peachy-keen for a summer of you kicking back and doing nothing.  Too bad I’m not a group of meddlesome kids, or we’d be a blockbuster.”

 

“You get crazier every time I talk to you.  What exactly are you talking about?”

 

“You and me, Edwin.  We’re exactly alike.”

 

“Like hell we are.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed subtle differences, like your penchant for strangling people with piano wire, while I prefer to use it for a good dose of ‘Heart and Soul’.”

 

“Oh, you can pick out little things like that, but look at the big picture, my friend.  You bided your time, and for your patience I’ll give you credit.  I would of snapped a few months ago whenever all you had to worry about was the Clan as top heels.  Lordy, I don’t know how you people ever drew a buyrate when I was gone.”

 

“Well, we had this guy named HVille Thugg.  Perhaps you’ve heard of him?  And this little group called the Carnival and an ex-Carnie I believe you gave delusions of grandeur to in the first place, King.”

 

“Oh, don’t give me this crap about Thugg.”  Wilson pulls out his own bag of taffy and gnaws on a piece before continuing.  “You were just setting him up for the fall.  You played it perfectly.  I couldn’t of done it better myself.”

 

“What in the bloody hell are you talking about?”

 

“Edwin, Edwin, Edwin.  Don’t hide it.  You think we’re so different, but look at the key thing: We both did whatever it took to get to the top.  Didn’t matter who we screwed, who we hurt, who got in our way.  They would fall and we would rise.  It’s just how it worked.  But, geez, you did a more complete job than I did last summer.  A more complete job by far.”

 

Edwin just shakes his head, still not looking at Wilson.  “Alright, can we get this cleared up?  First, you and I are nothing alike, and secondly, I screwed over nobody on the way up.  I earned my spot.”

 

“Right.  Of course you did.”  Wilson is quiet for a moment, as if agreeing and giving up.  “I mean, you only came in to the fed in the first place through the back door.  But you don’t really brag about that, do you?”

 

“I don’t brag about it, no, nor do I hide it.  I did what I thought was right at the time.”

 

“Oh, I know.  What was right for you.  These fans…the SWF ones…they don’t even know how you got here, do they?  That you signed a deal with the devil that would make me blush, turned your back on your friends so that you could get bumped.  Hell, Edwin, you know you only had a month to wait.  But you just couldn’t take it.  Seeing all of those others bumped, but not you.  Drove you mad.”

 

“The boss made me an offer to get bumped.  I was only Corporate and slime for a month, and even then I wasn’t like you.”

 

“No, no you weren’t.  I just remember you assaulting Stubby and making your good pal Raynor bleed and doing whatever else your lord and master said.  But you got out of that real quick.  Was too obvious.”

 

“What was too obvious?  Wilson, come on now.  We aren’t in the ring.  There aren’t forty thousand people around forced to listen to your ranting and raving.”

 

Wilson snorts.  “Oh no, not the great Edwin MacPhisto.  Crown prince of flash and panache.  Face of all faces.  Taking the place of the great Cyclone Comet, why with his witty promos and righteousness.  We needed a hero.  He might as well of been wearing a cape and mask.  So Edwin comes roaring to the rescue, joining the Carnival and leading it to merry victory.”

 

“You’re making a tad bit more sense.”

 

“Oh, I know I am.  Of course, you were just biding your time.  I wish you would of came a month later and joined with me and Thugg.  Together…I get chills.  After I left it wouldn’t of been two weeks before you had the nerve to knock Thugg off and take his title.  You would have at least known your own abilities and not tried to hide them.”

 

“My abilities?  What does that have anything to do with me being like you or this other gibberish?  You’re trailing off, Wilson.  Late flight?”

 

“No, I’m doing just fine, sir.  Just fine.  But you decided to take the low road.  But you did your damage on the way up.  Oh my, you did.”

 

“Who?  Who, Wilson?  If I’m such a paramount of evil and corruption, then who did I knock off on the way up?”

 

Wilson smiles thinly, but neither man has still looked at each other, just gazing out into the sea.  “Oh, I don’t know.  I’m sure ‘Grand Slam’ might have something to say to that.”

 

There’s an eerie silence, with only the laughter of children in the distance breaking it, that radiates around the two men before Wilson continues.  “He loved this more than anyone else I knew.  Loved it.  The fans, the sport, the kids.  Whatever it took to make them happy and to compete and to just enjoy himself, that was Stevens.  Now he’s reduced to being an announcer thanks to you.  What a great friend you were.  Didn’t take advantage of him at all.”

 

Edwin isn’t feeling in a particularly arguable mood all of a sudden.  “One of us had to go,” he utters softly.  “We both agreed on that.  Better one of us than both.  That wasn’t even me.  Blame Stubby and King.”

 

“It’s never your fault when your wholesome like yourself.  You could look at poor HVille Thugg, unable to wrestle anymore.  He loved it, too.  The fans, though they always booed him, enjoyed seeing him wrestle.  He was this fed while I was gone, since you didn’t have the set to do what you wanted to do the entire time.  But now he’s gone.  A frickin’ cripple in a hospital bed.  Because you wanted your title.  I didn’t even get the title that way, Edwin.  When I beat Stevens, he was able to live and fight another day.  You sure made sure Thugg didn’t.  He might hog some of your glory you’d arranged for yourself.  We shan’t have that.”

 

“That was the stipulation, Wilson.  People get hurt.  Besides, Bo and the rest’s attack on him afterwards were the breaking point.”

 

“Oh, right.  And not the Walk Off from the top.  That had no effect at all.”

 

Silence.  Then Wilson.

 

“I knocked my fair share off, too, now Edwin, don’t get me wrong.  Grunge, Grimedogg, The Fallen, Divefire…They all left because I either drove them out they just didn’t feel like they could compete with me anymore.  And they couldn’t.  And I made sure they knew that, or at least thought that, even if it wasn’t true.  But I’ll admit it.  You still have it in your head that none of this is your fault.”

 

“Anything can be anybody’s fault if you put the right spin on it.  Good to see you haven’t got rusty on that while you were gone.”

 

Wilson ignores Edwin.  “So now you’re at the top, ready to just coast on by.  You’ve discredited everyone else on your way up and by the time some lower carder makes his or her way up, they’d be so wore out they’d be easy pickings for you from your perch.  But then I show up, and its just craziness.  Well, what are you going to do?  This wasn’t part of the plan.  Oh, I know: I’ll send Mag after him.  Mag, who had just been through hell eight days earlier now has to fight me while you take a merry little rest.  Too bad he’s gone now, too.”

 

“I didn’t book that match, and Mag wanted the piece of you.  Besides, you were lucky to beat him anyway.  And he left because of what he did to Taylor.  He wanted to think about it.”

 

“Oh, right.  I forgot about poor Erek.  Sky-rocketing to the top.  Can’t have another face rivaling us, can we now?  So we’ll send Mag to get rid of him.  Besides, if Mag’s getting the light-heavyweight title, he won’t concern himself with yours.  So all is good.”  Wilson pauses a moment, and his voice gets deadly serious.  “And Magnifico isn’t worrying about Erek.  He’s getting his neck checked on to make sure he can ever wrestle again.  Because he, on your command and with your blessing, got stuck in a match he was in no condition to be competing in after his ladder match against a man you knew would isolate his neck.  Worked, too.”

 

“Don’t even start that.  And don’t start saying that I don’t look out for my friends.  I’m always there for them.  I’m getting sick of this Wilson.”

 

Wilson starts to get fire up, still not looking at Edwin, though.  “Right.  You’re there for Mag now.  And don’t forget about Sparky when he left.  Or Sarah when she needed somebody.  Or X when he came back.  Or King when he finally realized what you were doing and decided he’d beat you too it.  Or any of the JLers you’re keeping pinned down so they can’t ever get to where you are.  Because it’s your spot now.  You earned it.”

 

Wilson lets out a sinister little laugh.  “Fuck, Edwin.  We are the exactly the same person, I at least have the balls to admit what I am.  I’m a monster.  I’m a corrupted bastard who will do whatever it takes to be top dog and stay top dog.”  Wilson pounds his hand on the rail, punctuating each word of the next sentence.  “You – are – the –exact –same –thing.  If Jayson would of stuck around, you’d be the Corporate Champion.  There’d be no Carnival.  No IGNWO.  No Da Pound and the Clan would have been killed off in your little wave of terror.  Why do you think the fed is like it is?  That there’s no main event talent?  Maybe because you have it set like that.  Maybe because your plan is working so freaking fine.  You bided your time, you knocked everyone else down and now you’re set for your ride at the top.  And you earned it.  Oh by God, you earned it.  You ruined more careers than I have on the way, but by all freaking God almighty, you earned it.”

 

Before Edwin can respond, Wilson spins away from him and begins to walk away, but he pauses.  “Don’t worry about any traps or strangulations or sneak attacks.  I’m leaving.  I think the fact that you now have to deal with your conscience of the monster you are is far more painful than anything I can inflict on you.”  He takes a few more steps away and then stops again.  “Oh, and Edwin, darling?  I will get my championship back.  That's my god damn gurantee.”

 

Edwin stares out into the sea and places another piece of taffy in his mouth as Wilson walks into a crowd of people and disappears.  And the two men still never looked at each other.

[Guest Insanityman]

Very good work Wilson. Still have it. Also nice to read some chipping away at the mind rather than the body, and I think I want a piece of Edwin in a match .

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Damn man...even I feel like I should beat up Edwin!

 

You set me up you bastard!!  

 

(Edwin) - Ummmm...no, that was Stubby and King, remember?

 

(HVT) - Oh...very well then.  Back to being a cripple for me.

 

Good promo...long, but good.  To be honest, I was defintiely looking for some trick.  It was actually nice to see that there wasn't one.

 

Da "ouch my neck" H

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Jesus, Wilson.

 

You just did more for my character development than I've done in the past month.

 

That was long, but excellent.  You remain one of the people who actually writes Edwin MacPhisto better than me.  Fan-tastic stuff.  

 

And they say this fed's dead...heh.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Good work you little cock sucker...

 

 

 

You're reminding me of the Wilson who was dominant last year. Good to see.

[Guest chirs3]

Damn Wilson, you haven't lost a step.

 

It was a little long, but only a little. That was an awesome awesome promo.

 

Hey Edwin, I think we should avoid Toy Stores in the near future... just in case.

[Guest Suicide King]

Sigh. Dammit Wilson. Stop being so good!

[Guest Thoth]

Oh my god... That was the shit.

[Guest midnight_burn]

Me like very much, a super good promo.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"No!

 

I'm the evil-est!

 

Mothernature says, it's true...he is."

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Man, I'd digging these new boards...

 

Should I of collapsed the pier and killed Edwin or set-up an awkward lifeguard scene? Would you of missed him? Would ya?

 

Thanks for the responses. I got em from all of the old-school peeps who can read into a lot of the history. That's cool. Real cool.

 

How come no new guys respond? Or JLers? They don't love me! *Begins to sob*

[Guest kelloggs]

JL represent in this motha'...uh yeah...

 

Wilson my sWo mentor of everything that is heel, great promo. I was told to come by and read this and it didn't disapoint. Well if we Jlers don't love ya we damn sure respect ya after this.

 

By the way what the hell is this thing

[Guest chirs3]

NINJA SMILEY~!

[Guest kelloggs]

Yo that is the shit, you can smile ninja style.

 

These boards are just below godlike.

[Guest Insanityman]

Always overlook the insane guy (aka I replied and I'm a JL'er).

[Guest realitycheck]

Hey, didn't I see this in every Ahh-nuld movie... ever? Well, ten points for style, minus several million for originality.

 

Okay, seriously, very nice promo. Sure, it's not as good as, "Remember that time with the Carnival? And the night club? That was great." or as evil as "Tales of a Mistress and a Madman," but it's still good. You haven't lost a step at all. Which is unfair, because now you're holding down all the other psycho evil dudes in the mid-card. GLASS CEILING!

 

Oh, and, Wilson? Us JLers only don't love you when you don't predict us on our own predictions thread. Now, that's the second time you've not predicted me, so... I've commented now. Whore me.

 

-Z

Who, while thinking of Wilsons old promos, should really get around to doing that second IGNWF All-Stars thingie some day...

[Guest HVilleThugg]

What all-stars thingy?

 

Da "questions whether Z is who he says he is" H

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

Um...wow.

 

(chews on taffy and contemplates what a deep and awesome promo that was.)

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

Woah, Chrissy.

 

Well done. I'm much impressed.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

I'm glad that Wilson is back and writing... Unlike before that he was good but barely writing only the occasional important matches and the (blow up) Promos...

 

If everybody can be like WIlson (At this moment) and write, and write and have fun writing when you write stuff like that, I wouldnt be putting this fed down... WIlson, that was an awesome Promo...

 

The personal problems that we had before (In my eyes, not sure about yours) is gone... I'm glad you're back and writing the way you are because you are a natural great writing, unlike me that I have to work on it to be *Good*

 

Edwin, now I really want to beat you up again... Wilson, keep doing your thing and I'm proud of everything you're doing...

 

Chuck

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

Good shit you crazy nut