Promo: The Wheels Are Turning...

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

The limo pulls up to the arena after SWF Storm (Willing suspension of disbelief, puleeze) and Chris Wilson steps into it, ducking low and collapsing into the leather seat. Sitting opposite him, carefully polishing his SWF Hardcore championship is Stryke. His tag belts sits beside him, already shining like a shiny demon. He looks up at Wilson as the limo begins to speed away.

 

“G’ evening, sir,” greets Stryke with a mock salute. “What took you so long?”

 

Wilson pulls out a PDA and begins to poke at it. “Oh, I was looking for Taylor. Couldn’t find him.”

 

“Oh, what for?” asks Stryke as he looks back down, breathing on the center of his belt then polishing it up with a cloth.

 

“I was going to choke him out, tie him up and leave him in the boiler room to die a slow death. He must of left after his conversation with Pete,” sighs Wilson, a frown on his face.

 

Stryke looks up laughing. “Good one. What did you really want him for?”

 

Wilson looks up, visibly confused at his fellow tag champion. “To choke him, tie him and leave him for death. Did I miss something in the description?”

 

Stryke shakes his head as he looks back down and continues to polish his belt. “Not at all. Hey, we kept the belts. He didn’t even really interfere in the match. Just saved Ash’s little ho. He always was Mr. Idealistic Face Trying to Pop the Crowd.”

 

Wilson continues to poke at the PDA. “He hit me. With a chair. I didn’t even antagonize it! I mean, I can understand hitting me with a chair, if say, I choked him out, tied him-“

 

“I get the idea.”

 

“Oh, okay. But you know what I mean? No reason. Just being the righteous happy face. He’s going to have to die now, you know.”

 

“Whatever. I just got to worry about Ash at the freaking pay-per-view. Can you believe I have to fight the PokeFreak again? I’m sick of it. When do I get my US or ICTV shot? Has there ever been a quadruple champion?” Stryke stares off into space, mind somewhere else as he envisions ways to carry a quartet of title belts.

 

Wilson hands the PDA over to Stryke, who shakes off his daydream and takes it. “Smarkdown card announced. I get Taylor.” An evil smile spreads across his face. “Fallout better stay out of the way. Looking like me and Edwin at the pay-per-view.”

 

Stryke collapses back into his seat. “Screw this! I have to tag with Xero against a team of goodie-goodies and a guy who wants us to choke on our own blood, no thanks to you. Not to mention you don’t have that title shot yet. Fallout and Erek aren’t pushovers.”

 

Wilson takes back the PDA and shoves it into his pocket. “They’ll pushover just fine, thank you. And it’s not like after Thoth breaks you in half he’s going to stop there. He’ll get to me eventually.”

 

“That’s very comforting. Thank you.” Stryke sits back up, leaning towards Wilson. “I appreciate what you’re doing with Edwin, getting into his head and stuff. But can’t we…you know…”

 

Wilson raises his eyebrow. “What?”

 

“I don’t know…actually get into his head? Can we do that?”

 

Wilson bites his lip, thinking. “I actually have the equipment for that, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch him squirm until I get my revenge and my title.”

 

“He’d squirm while we opened his head up. You’d assume that be a natural reaction.”

 

“No, it’s not the same. Trust me.”

 

Stryke frowns as he returns to shining his belt, obviously depressed.

 

“You want to blow something up?”

 

A big smile spreads across Stryke’s face as he looks up at Wilson, who is already dropping the barrier to the chauffer.

 

“Driver, skip the hotel. Get us to the airport. Have them send our belongings down to Miami and we’ll get them there. I want to go home.”

 

“Yessir.”

 

The limo changes lane and pulls off an exit heading away from the city as the camera pulls away, two very evil minds planning something, conveniently enough, very evil as they drive off into the darkness…

[Guest Insanityman]

As always good work Wilson.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Now, now Mr. Wilson...what do you plan to blow up now??

 

Good one, but where's it going?

 

Da "was already reading before you IMed him" H

[Guest chirs3]

Uh ooooooh....

 

Heh, I liked that little bit about "getting into" Edwin's head.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Ee hee hee. And that is how two of your straight-man heels do a comic promo. Heh heh heh. Good setup for Smarkdown and a healthy bit o' mirth. I tell ya, that Wilson, he be on fiyah...

[Guest kelloggs]

Wilson + Stryke + blowing shit up = ratings

[Guest midnight_burn]

Me like very much.

 

Again Wilson comes up with the goods with a great promo, and of course any promo i'm in is automatically good.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"I read the promo...

 

...but then I forgot it when I saw the picture of Trish's ass.

 

Mothernature says easy come, easy go..."