Guest DiabloIIFreak1010 Report post Posted June 28, 2002 Metal ends. The fans go home to bed. The wrestlers get in their cars, drive to the next arena... ...save for one. Poisyn, a man better known as Matt Myers, stands in the center of the Smarks Wrestling Federation ring. The set is gone, the arena empty. No one is around. He looks out at the stands. He imagines the people there...taunting. Booing. Jeering. Laughing. Thinking about them makes him want to get the ultimate revenge. And that revenge is about to will be too sweet to think of. Mak has already gotten his revenge, a unique revenge, a capturing of two titles, the European and Telivision. Only two men have done that in the past, he thinks, as he paces around the ring. Mak was a wise choice for a stablemate. Everything teems to be going his way. But there was still something bothering him. But what was it? What? It drove him insane to think of it. And then it hit him. He had lost to Thor, a giant of a man, but a rookie to the leauge. Poisyn had been in here for almost a full year. Thor had been here for no longer than a meer few weeks. How could such a thing happen? What had Poisyn forgotten? Was it a fluke? A mistake? He thought more. ...Or was he losing his touch? These questions strolled through his mind. He leaned against the ropes, looking up at the lights, which still shone brightly. No, no. He wasn't losing his touch. He couldn't. This was his prime. This can't happen. He nearly beat Silent, a JLer who had been at the level which many consiter legendary. And then. It hit him. Poisyn steped out of the ring, brushing his long hair back. He started to walk up the entrance ramp, toward the back, and finally to the hotel. He needed to become a legend. He needed to step up to the plate, and take what was his, and he knew exactly what he needed to get. He needed to get an item that takes the smallest of men and makes them great. He needed to get the icon that lables you the best of the best. And he will stop at nothing to get it. Poisyn laughed as he exited the main part of the arena. The Smarks Junior Leauge World Heavyweight Championship would soon be around his waist before he knew it. - End Promo - Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest kelloggs Report post Posted June 28, 2002 Sweet and to the point. And goes right along with our self doubting but cocky confedence characters. Poisyn for World...wait Mak for world...nah Poisyn for World. How about both for World. Win this one for the sWo! M. "marks for Poisyn" Francis Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Edwin MacPhisto Report post Posted June 28, 2002 POISYN IN DA PLACE! He says he wants world...let's see if he can hack it. HACK, HACK! ...good work. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
