Promo - Last Piece Of The Puzzle

[Guest Thoth]

Edwin MacPhisto paces back and forth in the backstage area his title belt displayed in his outstretched hands. He stares at it as his legs and feet, with minds of their own, pace endlessly in a repetitive pattern, the steps echoing and bouncing off the bare gray concrete walls. He shakes his head as he stares at the piece of gold attached to leather that has the words “Smarks Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion” etched in big block letters. All caps, of course. Underneath, a removable nameplate, screwed in, says “Edwin MacPhisto.” He had to correct the belt-maker; the P wasn’t capitalized the first time.

 

“Sigh, oh world championship belt... why do you bring such strife? Is there some kind of magnet, that attracts all sorts of evil? Or perhaps this gold is not gold at all, but gold-plated magnetite?” Edwin stops in his tracks, and lets his body connect all as one. His rise to the championship has been a bumpy one... and one not without controversy. He has sold his soul once, and now it seems that he has started to pay the price. Reminded of the friends he made and lost in the fight to be called champion.

 

Is it worth it? Wouldn’t it be better to make friends, relationships to last a lifetime? Is that not the goal of human existence, to be observed and understood by others? And if so, why in the hell has he decided to pursue that dream in such an unorthodox fashion!

 

“URRRGAH!” Edwin lets out an uncharacteristically panache-less scream. He holds a hand to his head, trying to stem the impending headache.

 

“Careful there, you might pop a vein,” says a voice to the side. Edwin turns his head, to see a man with red hair, dressed in plain street clothes. “Thoth. Do you get a kick out of greeting people randomly?”

 

“Do you get a kick out of navel-gazing?” Thoth hops down off his perch, a set of boxes stacked on top of each other. He folds his hands behind him and plods forward, talking as he walks.

 

“What’s the problem, Edwin, Wilson got you down?”

 

Edwin heaves a sigh. “No, Wilson’s not the problem, exactly. Just... his presence has made it apparent I need to rethink a few aspects of my life.”

 

“LIke what?” asks Thoth, genuinely curious as he stands alongside Edwin, getting a good look at the SWF title belt.

 

“The decisions I’ve made. Do the ends justify the means?”

 

Thoth lowers his head in brief thought. “That’s for you to decide. But it’s always possible to form some logic so that they do. You can easily believe and trust that logic... but whether others believe it is key.” Thoth looks into MacPhisto’s eyes.

 

“That is the difference between good and evil.”

 

Edwin breaks the eye contact and shuffles away. He shifts his head, as if he were putting something away... like a shelf into a dresser. “This title belt... it’s not worth the pain sometimes, you know? It’s like a curse. All of those who held it before me... PDS, Rane, Divefire... Thugg, all of them injured or forgotten.”

 

Thoth leans over Edwin’s shoulder, looking at the belt. “That belt means you’re the best. And being the best means you can’t get any better. You can defend the belt, and hold it for months and months... but all it means is that the moment you lose it will be that much bigger for he who wins it.”

 

Edwin turns toward Thoth, about to respond to his question, when his eyes shift. He looks back at Thoth.

 

“When did you get so chummy? Aren’t you supposed to be the evil, child-eating leader of the Clan?”

 

Thoth chuckles. Now it’s his turn to walk away. “I’ve been gone for about... a month now? And I’ve been re-prioritizing. And now with Chris Wilson looming...” Thoth turns to face Edwin again. “It seems we have a common enemy.”

 

“You may be right... and with the Carnival at less than 100 percent, allies would be nice. But how do I know I can trust you?” Edwin blinks hard. “I know you... you’re going to want a shot at the world championship one way or another.”

 

“Agreed,” replies Thoth, nonchalantly. “But personal vendettas come first. I have too much bad blood I need to shed... both of my foes and of myself.”

 

Edwin cocks his head. “I’ll take that as a good thing.” He checks his watch. “Ooh! I have an autograph signing to go to. Verily I will be signing ladies chests. Red pen or black?”

 

“Black. Contrasts skin more.”

 

“Thanks...” Edwin turns to leave. Then he stops, turning to ask, “Did you just tell a joke?”

 

“Meh,” replies Thoth, shrugging his shoulders. Edwin takes his leave, and Thoth goes back to sitting on the boxes, what he was doing before.

 

Or goes to... but his eye catches two figures wrestling on a monitor. It’s a replay of SJL Crimson. Thoth goes closer, and sees Poisyn getting beat around by...

 

Silent? Could it be?

 

“Well, old friend... now all we need is one more piece of the puzzle.”

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Blarg... Damn PPV card not being up.

 

 

Good stuff... nice direction for both Edwin and yourself... Bah @ Silent being involved. Muah ha @ dissing leaguers!

[Guest Insanityman]

Nice promo Thoth, it's odd to hear him talk like a normal person.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Another great promo that does wonders for me. Exxxcellent. Super stuff, Thoth, but you already knew that.

[Guest chirs3]

Short but sweeeeeeet. And Thoth made a joke!

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Who are you?? What have you done with Thoth?? Why arne't you smacking Annie around?? You disappoint me!

 

Anyway, good promo! This seems like a rather long term angle we're seeing here....could be good.

 

Da "don't forget about him" H

[Guest Kitsuneko]

Oi. Thoth is... Yagami Iori. As usual. Not like any of you actually understand that... lovely promo. I think you couldv'e drawn Edmin a little better (no one CAN get him right, can they?) but Thoth's wonderfully evil bishounen, as usual. `m/

 

An

[Guest Kitsuneko]

*glares at incompelte sentance* Stupid thing cutting me off. Anway. Rock on.

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

 

*glomples Kitsuneko*

 

I came back just in time apparently!

 

Ahem, anyway, A kickass promo by Thoth, which kicks my ass to get mine done... heh....

 

-Annie