TNT Random Promos, Segments, Interviews etc..

[Aladdin]

Seeing as I know a few of you can get bored or just simply feel like writing something in character, i decided to create this thread.

In here you can post anything like promos, segements, interviews, spoofs, commecials, or if you can make videos, feel free to post them here. These must all be in character but people may discuss something somone has posted.

You may also post promos from different feds which you'd like people's opinions on, or you just want to show.

In a nutshell, this place is just to keep you guys creative.

Enjoy.

[Terrell Odom]

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I did this rp Thursday night, and the deadline had already passed and I already won my match at New Horizons. Amazingly, one of Johnny Boy's friends threw me out of the Top 5, after posting those two rps that I had worked very hard on. Luckily, WR can still look at my rp and put it on their Top 10 out of all the feds there, so wish me luck on that. Here it is though, the rp "Just To Let You Know"

[ Introduction ]

Life can be full of problems. We go through them everyday to be in fact. There can be differences as in taxes rising, your dead broke on your feet, or you have just not been able to get anything done. What problems have crossed by you, Terrell Odom has most likely been through already. The young kid out of Compton has been through poverty, been through the rich life. Whenever he walks down a street anymore though, people want to give him looks and such, as if he is a stuck up person. Take this though, it was not but three years ago that this man was scratching off dimes from the floor of his house, just to be able to go out and scratch up a meal.

- Take a look at that for once, ladies and gentlemen.

But now, Terrell Odom is just a stuck up, “son of a bitch” to the society. Nobody wants him around, because he has too much money. He is one greedy bastard, not letting anyone get to touch the green that s it’s in his hand. But that isn’t from the horse’s mouth. You see, there are many stereotypical people out there that want to make you think Terrell is a bad person, that he does have more money than your entire family has, and doesn’t give it out. But what this guy does is more than anything like a man that Michael Jordan would do.

- Wait a minute, a young thug doing more with money than a famous basketball player does?

Yes, donating money is one of the things Odom does, to stay on subject. But his donations go out to everybody. The man has touched so many lives; it is hard to even believe. But this, this is why we have the critics testing Odom.

“He might be a good wrestler, but Odom is one of the most stuck up men in the wrestling industry.” – Curtis Hart

But here is the question that is still in hand, and that is if Terrell Odom is actually what people set out for him to be. Take a look for yourself; take a look at Terrell Odom.

- Just To Let You Know –

Daylight it was in the suburban areas of the Southern area of El Paso, Texas. It was just hours away from a spectacular event that the Pro Wrestling X fans and superstars know as New Horizons. This was especially the partial climax stage of the Viva La Rasa tour, and many knew that this would be one of the biggest events to ever take place in PWX. There were many special events taking place in this part of the event though, and many couldn’t come to the match of the Tag Team Championship match that was of two of the biggest teams of Pro Wrestling X, Toxic Tears and the Tag Team Champions of the Realist Untouchables.

Here in El Paso, Terrell Odom had his plans nearly set. There were only a few more hours away from when he would put the World Tag Team Championships on the line, with the newest addition to T.R.U, Alexander Thanderson. Thanderson had joined the PWX only a week ago, and was already put in one of his biggest stages of career history, by being put in a situation like this; Toxic Tears had one of the most devastating trademark names that the industry had to offer, and many knew that this would make the obstacle higher for Terrell, by holding a belt with someone he knew nothing much about.

Thanderson – A bust or a star.

When Terrell arrived to El Paso, which was one of the many things blocking his other plans. With a stack of thoughts, plans, and such other things, there was no doubt that this would be one hard contention to hold the PWX World Tag Team Titles.

But I know I can bring a new soldier to the army.

Terrell would mutter those words every now and then, because he knew that yet again, he was doubted to have success. Many thought that after losing to Sector in the style that he did, that he didn’t have what it took to make it anywhere into PWX. May was putting the doubts on him a little further than they did any other star in the wrestling industry, and he knew it.

But here we were, sitting on this long night in El Paso’s back alleys. While others were getting set off to get set for matching up tonight, Terrell had his plans set on the most of what he had coming for him. Whilst on his cellular phone, he had called many that knew Thanderson, and seemed irritated at the moment. Apparently, things were not going as well as planned.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Now you tell him that he and I have got a match tonight! You tell him that I am not getting screwed out of another match again. Hunt cannot show, and I have nobody else to take his damn spot.”

These were the words that came out of Terrell’s mouth. Exactly as stated, he was harsh to the person on the other line. As he paced around a trash can out in the back alley, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a black rain jacket, black sunglasses, and an Oakland Raider hat, he seemed to have that itch for kicking the trash can. A flame of fury set in his eyes, as he began speaking again on his phone.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well Thanderson better show up or boy will I have a lot in store for him! I have worked my ass off too hard to be set up in matches with people that will not even show for what they are paid to do! I spoke to Thanderson the other day, and I thought we had this all set out. Now, he wants to screw my ass, hell all of our asses out of a very important match.”

:: [ Other Line ] ::
“Well Mr. Odom, I am very sorry for Alex’s sudden disappearance. I am sure that I can get a hold of him, and get him down to El Paso as soon as possible.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Are you kidding me, as soon as possible? Do you know how much time is left until the start of the show? No you don’t! So why don’t you just tell him to say never mind to coming to the event, because we are sitting on the verge of eight o’ clock as of current.

:: [ Other Line ] ::
“Well Mr. Odom, I am quite sure that he is around the El Paso area. Have you thought of calling him, or anything else? I am sure that he can meet up with you around a certain area.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well, I am quite sure that he is not going to be around the area I am at. Hell, I am about two miles out of the area of where we are holding New Horizons. Just call him up and tell him this, he can show up or not. But if he doesn’t, tell him that there will be hell to pay!

Closing the phone, Terrell put it back into his right pocket. Frustration was getting to him, as he also fumbled out of his pocket a small carton of what looked to be cigarettes, still wrapped in plastic. If you do not remember, Terrell had spoken that he had quit smoking. With all of this stress rolling through his mind as of lately, he put the cigarette to the touch of his lips, and lit it up.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“I swear to god, if Thanderson does not make it to the arena tonight, I am going to ring his neck dry! Apparently, the guy must have forgotten the day of which to mark his calendar, because he was supposed to be here tonight. If only Hunt was capable of lacing up his boots, and going to war, would I be a much happier man. But, the case is I am a slight second away from bursting my last nerve.

But only God and Thanderson, the man himself knew where he was. Thanderson hadn’t called Odom though for the past two days, and he has got in check with everybody around the area of Texas. No one though has seen a sight of Alexander Thanderson.

But as soon as Odom had the cigarette lit, and already smoked down to the nearly the butt, his phone rang yet again. Hustling to answer, Odom put the cigarette flat in his left hand, and fumbled back out the phone.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“What is it?” Terrell answered kind of intense, yet you could tell that he was calmer.

:: [ Caller ] ::
“Chill out man, I heard that you wanted to know where I was.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“You’re damn right I want to know where you are, Alex. Where have you been these past couple of days? I have been trying to get a hold of this number for like, the last two days; no answer!”

:: [ Alexander Thanderson ] ::
“Well Terrell, I was quite busy these last two days. But I will tell you something that will calm you down, and that is that I am in El Paso.”

As it did bring a sign of relief; Terrell had flicked the cigarette, exhaling heavily through his mouth.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well that is some good news, and that is the news that I exactly wanted to hear. Why is it though that I have asked everyone here, and no one has been able to tell if you have been in El Paso? I called Hunt, your friends, any number that you gave me, I called.”

:: [ Alexander Thanderson ] ::
“Well, that is a long story. I haven’t talked to them, and the news is, I just got into this area of Texas. There is no need to get all bummed out though; we don’t have a match but thirty minutes later into the broadcast.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well that is some good news to hear, and I am glad that you are in the area. If you weren’t, I think you know that I would be a very unhappy person.” He kind of chuckled when he spoke, but he sounded quite serious, too.

:: [ Alexander Thanderson ] ::
“Well, you won’t have to worry about me. You know I wouldn’t let you, or Hunt down. And with the belts on the line, you know that I am ready to back you up on this.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well thanks for calling, and telling me the low down. Let’s get ready to take care of what is important tonight, and get out of here with the Tag Team Championships still under T.R.U status.”

:: [ Alexander Thanderson ] ::
“Alright man, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Alright, see you there.”

Terrell flipped the phone downwards again, and placed the phone back in his pocket. In the back alley of where he stood, some music could be heard from the brick wall beside of him. Obviously, the building beside him had life in it, and was where he previously stood at. He began to walk back in through this building; opening the door, he was brought back into the area. As with the atmosphere around him, it seemed to be a bar.

Walking up the steps beside him, he opened another door. This time, he had walked into a large room; the owners office by the looks of it. Taking a seat in the leather chair that sat beside a desk in the middle of the room, he had seemed to wait on someone. The room itself seemed quiet, music and chatter from the level below though could still be heard. All of a sudden though, the quietness in the room had broken.

- So Terrell, did you get a hold of Thanderson?

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Yeah, it took a little while to do so. But as far as that goes, I got a hold of him.”

- Is he in El Paso?

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Actually, yes he is. I thought he wouldn’t be from all of the things I have heard as of currently.”

- That’s good to hear man, but have you thought all of this stuff over as of currently about what is going down tonight?

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well look at me for one second, and tell me if I look like I need to have a ritual every night before a match. Everyone, including you seems to think that I am just not good enough to do this.”

When Odom said this, the aged, wooden floor below him started to tap quickly, but yet a silent creak to the wood. As the noise grew closer to Odom’s area, the person he was speaking to, looking in his direction came into birds eye view.

- Corey Odom -

Yes, it was that person to be exact; Terrell’s older brother. Released from the Los Angeles State Prison on January the twentieth, Corey had plans of seeing Odom yet again. Over this period of about six days, the two brothers had met in Houston just today. With Corey taking a seat in the leather chair, which sat on the other side of the desk, he leaned back into it; relaxing, more than a tense Odom was.

:: [ Corey Odom ] ::
“Well Terrell, you know it has been a long time since we spoke. You know, the last time I ever got to see you was when you were still in the eight grade.”

Corey’s voice didn’t seem to be joking though. He seemed more serious, and intense than what Odom would probably have expected for meeting his brother for the first time of the day.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Yeah man, I know what you mean. I also know that you probably expected me to come up to the pen to meet you.”

:: [ Corey Odom ] ::
“Oh, you know damn right I expected you to come up there and meet me. You know how much hell I went through, while you were out having all the joyful times you had? Do you know what happened to me the first week I came to that piece of shit joint?”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“No man, why don’t you tell me?”

:: [ Corey Odom ] ::
“Alright then, I will. It was about the second or third day I was in that prison. You know me, large and well built. Hell I thought I was the damn prince of Compton at that point. But, you know those boys down there didn’t put up with that shit. I came into my cell that day, after getting off of work release, and by about seven or eight of them guys, entered my cell. They beat me nearly to death, kicking me, punching me in the face, ramming my head into the concrete floor. I was beaten; I was bruised and battered. But those guys had been in there for five, ten or hell even twenty years. They let me know though, that I wasn’t running the place down there. They taught me a lesson in life; and while I was doing shit that you never had done in your entire life, you were just having the best time a kid like you could have. Just to let your punk ass know, I was there suffering for five fucking years!”

And Corey spoke loudly, beating his hand on the table. Seemingly though, Terrell didn’t take the bait as Corey thought he would. He didn’t seem to be fearful of the man that never was there for him in the past.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“Well Corey, before you act like I was suppose to be there for you through the rough times, let it be known of what little you did for me when I was young. Where the fuck were you when I was nearly shot to death in that drive by on March the twentieth, nineteen ninety six? Where the fuck was you Corey? I was only nine years old, and instead of watching out for me on the street, you were out doing whatever you damn well pleased!”

:: [ Corey Odom ] ::
“Don’t bring that shit up. That was a long time ago.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“I don’t give a damn how long ago it was. When I was growing up, you were never there for me! You never did help me through what I was suffering from, you never did shit! All you did was care about Corey, care about yourself. When it came to supporting the family, supporting me, you were doing what you wanted to do!”

As Terrell yelled back at Corey, his older brother had put his head down at that time; wiping his head of the sweat that began to drip from his nose, he rose back to the table.

:: [ Corey Odom ] ::
“You know, I regret that. I regret not being there for you when you were shot, and when you and mom were struggling. I regret not being in that situation of being your mentor, and being there when you needed me the most. But you could have at least paid me one visit out of those five years of being there.”

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“I never got an apology from you, and I was just feeling down from the fact of what you did to me through that time period. I wanted you to be there for me, and I wanted you to be that brother that I could look out for. But, you know I felt that when Shawn started speaking about you around me, that I should of paid you a visit. I felt as if I should have done the most that I could, and that maybe we could of worked things around.”

Things between Terrell and Corey though had changed since Terrell spoke back at Corey. It apparently didn’t flow through Corey’s head about what he didn’t do for Terrell before he was put behind bars. But yet Corey had felt that this was all on Terrell, before he had spoken.

:: [ Terrell Odom ] ::
“But, you know I want to just put that in the past man. Let by-gone be by-gone, and start all over. We can work this out bra’, and I know that you want to get on a fresh start after getting out of prison. But you know, everyone has wanted to see you again. Everyone back at home has been thinking about you.

As Terrell had spoken to his older brother, he had downed his head. Obviously, he didn’t feel as intense as he did moments ago. But the question still remains in affect, and that is if Terrell and Corey Odom’s relationship has recovered.

- For now, ask yourself that question.

To Be Continued[/center][/b]

[brockandsable]

[sickfixx]

E2 is seen walking to the parking garage of the arena. He is speaking with backstage personnel.

E2: Yeah, I knock back a few every week!

Random personnel member: Yeah, I like Molson Ice myself!

E2: Oh you... (chuckles) You were talking about beer? I was talking about rookies!

(This ellicits laughter from personnel. E2's cell phone rings)

E2: Hello?

Mystery Caller: Can you hear me, Elijah?

E2: Who the hell is this?

Mystery Caller: Because you shouldn't be able to hear me... When I find you, you schemin' son of a bitch, I'm gonna finish what you started.

(Click. The signal goes dead.)

E2 looks around with wide eyes. He seems to have recognized the voice, but he acts as if he has confronted a ghost.

Random personnel member: Hey, E! Was that Aladdin wanting you to rub his lamp?

E2 grabs the personnel member by the throat and hurls him up against the wall.

E2: That... is... none of your business...

E2 removes a pack of cigarettes from the personnel member's front pocket, takes one out and steals his lighter. He lights up and takes a long, shoulder heaving drag on it.

Random personnel member: Hey! When did you start smoking?

E2: Just now... (takes another drag and makes a smoke ring) By the way... I'm keeping these... (pockets the pack of cigarettes and motions for the guy to get out of there)

E2: Japhy Sullivan... Japhy, Japhy, Japhy... Time to end this...

[Ben]

Mckenna is seen sitting in his office with what appears to be a contract in his hand. he spins around in his leather chair and throws some crumpled papers into the garbage can.

suddenly, the door opens, a man dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans steps in, he sits in a normal wooden chair

Mckenna:ah, 50 below 0, glad you could make it

50 below 0:ok, so what's up?

mckenna:well, Blitz! has made some contract offers to you, correct?

50 below 0 nods

Mckenna: so i think it is only fair that i get to make an offer on you

Mckenna lays the contract he had in his hand on the wooden table. 50 below runs his eyes down it

50 below 0: you are offering more money than Blitz! did, but i am looking for a short-term contract, just so i don't feel like i am trapped on 1 show

Mckenna:i can make changes

50 below 0:but so can Blitz!

Mckenna now has a weird look on his face as he sips his coffee cup

Mckenna: obviously...

50 below 0:well.......

mckenna raises his eyebrows

Mckenna: well......?

50 below 0: i will think about it

both men now stand up, shake hands,and 50 below 0 slowly opens the door and walks down the hall to the parking lot. 50 below thinks to himself "what show should i join?"

Mckenna sits in his leather chair and spins around in it,"i hope he makes the right choice"

the scene fades

[brockandsable]

sickfixx said:

E2 is seen walking to the parking garage of the arena. He is speaking with backstage personnel.

E2: Yeah, I knock back a few every week!

Random personnel member: Yeah, I like Molson Ice myself!

E2: Oh you... (chuckles) You were talking about beer? I was talking about rookies!

(This ellicits laughter from personnel. E2's cell phone rings)

E2: Hello?

Mystery Caller: Can you hear me, Elijah?

E2: Who the hell is this?

Mystery Caller: Because you shouldn't be able to hear me... When I find you, you schemin' son of a bitch, I'm gonna finish what you started.

(Click. The signal goes dead.)

E2 looks around with wide eyes. He seems to have recognized the voice, but he acts as if he has confronted a ghost.

Random personnel member: Hey, E! Was that Aladdin wanting you to rub his lamp?

E2 grabs the personnel member by the throat and hurls him up against the wall.

E2: That... is... none of your business...

E2 removes a pack of cigarettes from the personnel member's front pocket, takes one out and steals his lighter. He lights up and takes a long, shoulder heaving drag on it.

Random personnel member: Hey! When did you start smoking?

E2: Just now... (takes another drag and makes a smoke ring) By the way... I'm keeping these... (pockets the pack of cigarettes and motions for the guy to get out of there)

E2: Japhy Sullivan... Japhy, Japhy, Japhy... Time to end this...

For the first time ever, in my entire existance, I'm beginning to get concerned. Japhy, I cannot change the past, I cannot take back the mistakes I made before. I cannot alter what has already been written in stone. However, what I can do is change the future. It seems as if you will not rest until the final chapter in our long-drawn out history is written.

Now I must admit that I did some foolish things in the past. To be more realistic, what I did to you was fucked up. But if you want to hang on to old grudges--if you are that bent on not letting it go, then let us do what we have to do, crackhaboy.

Back in the schoolyard, if you picked a fight and got your ass beat in front of everyone, you usually don't go back and ask for another ass kicking from the same fucking person. But have it your way: You want me to stomp a mudhole in you again, then you got it. After I take care of a certain Chamber match involving a certain World Title shot and a certain has-been, candyman named Soul Reaper, I will be ready to waltz.

[Reaper]

In that case... you're boy is gonna be pissed when all thats left are pieces of a nobody named E2 laying before him.

[brockandsable]

I thought Spackle threw out that talking watermelon.

The shit keeps coming back.

[Reaper]

The only thing Spackle throws around is Ninny's cock, you're both getting royally roasted in the chabmer... hell Floorstare is gonna last longer than both of you assholes and he ain't even gonna be in it. Get your cryin' towels ready, because you're gonna have a long, lonely night with it.

[brockandsable]

Whose Floorstare?

[Reaper]

Nigga food... next you'll be spewing out crap about fried chicken and Kool-Aide

[brockandsable]

Anybody else smell that wet chicken?

[_the j-man]

What about gritts?

[brockandsable]

Soul Reaper after E2 finishes him in the Chamber.

[sickfixx]

Okay, get this shit! Now it seems the 'powers that be' are telling me they won't let me wrestle Elijah right off the bat because they want to make sure I'm not just here for that rat bastard maniac, E2! Did Vince McMahon tell Matt Hardy to 'wait' a few months before he got his feud with Edge? I am not a rookie in the least. I see no reason to have to battle a bunch of glassjaws and limp dicks to finally find closure to this chapter of my life!

[brockandsable]

Are you off the anti-depressants again?

[sickfixx]

On the Eighth Day, God created Elijah and said, 'If this doesn't convince people I have a sense of humor, nothing will!'

Know how I know you're gay? Your face is covered with pus-filled, running sores that can only come from AIDS. And God created you with AIDS for the sole purpose of a divine punchline!

[brockandsable]

Just like 20 years ago, you're still not funny. Not even close. But do us a favor: Take my dick out of your mouth so we can understand you. "Girgle-gurgle; flip-flap"

[sickfixx]

There! I bit it off! Can you hear me now, you stupid fucking chimp?

[Aladdin]

sickfixx said:

Okay, get this shit! Now it seems the 'powers that be' are telling me they won't let me wrestle Elijah right off the bat because they want to make sure I'm not just here for that rat bastard maniac, E2! Did Vince McMahon tell Matt Hardy to 'wait' a few months before he got his feud with Edge? I am not a rookie in the least. I see no reason to have to battle a bunch of glassjaws and limp dicks to finally find closure to this chapter of my life!

Well, Matt Hardy actually was apart of the company before hand, then he got fired. Hence why the fans wanted to see the match so badly. You have yet to debut, that is unless you really are Terrell Odom. On top of that, i don't hear anybody else screaming for this feud. I've heard people want to see E2 feud with Reece Somers, Stare, _the j-man, Soul Reaper, and even me, but not sickfixx. So, it's in no way like the Hardy/Edge situation.

[sickfixx]

The people who don't want to see Sick Fixx and Elijah are orangutans who learned to dress themselves. It doesn't matter that I haven't been here before. The fact of Elijah and mine's history is enough. I'm not gonna bail like SoL did. I don't know who the fuck Terrell Odom is. Get that through your head, chimp. Get on your magic carpet and fly away, kid.

[Aladdin]

You need to learn some respect, boy. No-one knows who you are, and if you keep running you mouth then no-one will get the chance to.

(IC of course)

[sickfixx]

Old man, you're not gonna do anything cept gum my balls. Can you show me a whole new world too, fag? Fly away on your magic carpet and rub your genie so I can get the fuck on with violating Elijah's dreaming corpse! Every last one of y'all is gonna get fixxed!

[Aladdin]

How funny, you made fun of my name. Real clever. I've never heard that before.

Let's look at the facts, you are a no name and right now Eye of the Storm has more credibility than you do. I'm the Rage champion, i was the last TNT star in the Sole Survivor chamber match and it took two former world champs to beat me. You don't stand a chance.

[brockandsable]

Unfortunately for you, no one ever remembers the second runner up. They only remember the winner. Does anyone remember who almost won the SuperBowl last year? Does anyone remember the second runner up to the World Cup? I don't think so. Boasting about being the second runner up in the Chamber doesn't carry much weight or credibility, just like the name Keith Williams.

Japhy, I see you are doing a decent job of doing what you do best---and that is spread your poison. You came here looking for me and now you found me. This isn't about the Internet Title or any well-sanctioned match up in the squared circle. This is about a straight up fight. A fight to the death. So pick your poison, so to speak: The parking lot, the street, or in Stare's office. E2 will kick your ass anywhere you want it kicked, punta.