Fusion Presents: WRESTLEFEVER

[Scream]

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WRESTLEFEVER

LIVE FROM INVESCO FIELD DENVER COLORODO

(written by Scream)
(graphics by Reaper)

Fireworks boom across the top of Mile High Stadium as fighter jets tear through the sky kicking off the biggest event in P2PW. Fireworks continue to blast down a 50 foot rampway towards the ring. As the the smoke clears Mick is seen being escorted to the ring in a 1950's Bentley Convertible. The car circles the ring and Mick exits and enters the ring. He smiles as he looks out among the thousands of roaring fans

Mick: Denver Colorodo!!

The place erupts once again to a huge Mick chant

Mick: Wow! Ladies and gentlemen tonight records will be broken, in fact one just has. Tonight, right here in Denver Colorodo, we have broken a new attendance record for a P2PW event.....80,000!!!!!

More fireworks explode as the the crowd continues to go crazy. As the smoke clears Mick continues.

Mick As I said tonight you will witness the very best P2PW has to offer. But we couldn't start things off without some very important people. And we'll start with tonight's special guest time keepers. From your Denver Nuggets ladies and gentleman please welcome Carmello Anthony, Marcus Camby and Allen Iverson!

Fireworks blast as the three are seen being driven to the ring in a Chevy Impala low rider. The three wave to the fans wearing their Denver Nuggets jersey. The fans go crazy as their Denver Nuggets enter the ring and shake hands with Mick.

Mick
Ladies and gentlemen tonight's special guest announcer is none other than.....

Bronco neighs are heard as Hall of Fame Quarterback John Elway makes way to the ring riding on the back of a Bronco. The fans go ballistic as the Bronco bucks a few times before John departs the horse and enters the ring. He waves to the fans who continue to scream. A huge Elway chant begins. Mick shakes hands with John Elway and tries to continue. Elway takes another bow to the fans who are screaming

Mick: Tonight there will be celebrity, there will be superstars, there will be....

Reece: There will be Reece Sommers.

Boos are heard as Reece makes his way to the ring with mic in hand. The 50 foot rampway beginning to move as it slides the competitors to the ring.

Reece: Highly immoral people. You boo me? Your stadium sums up the ingrates of this city. You are all high.

Reece begins to laugh to himself as the fans continue their onslaught. Reece gets off the escalator rampway and enters the ring.

Reece: I would like to first apologize to you all in the ring. I am sorry you have to or (looks at Elway) had to play in this god for saken city.
I mean first look at you three. The Denver Nuggets? Are you named after chicken McNuggets?

Allen Iverson grabs the mic from Reece.

Iverson: The only Nugget I see is you, punk.

The crowd begins chanting nugget as Reece covers his ears.

Reece: I am NOT A NUGGET! But I will not stoop to your gansta level. I know all about you three, I read the papers. And that brings me to you Mr. Elway.

Crowd again begins chanting Elway, Elway, Elway.

Reece: John Elway, I bet you would bet I couldn't think of anything that you have done that was "immoral." But I bet your wife as had some immoral thoughts about Mr. Sommers.

Elway's eyes widen and he slaps Reece across the face drawing a huge pop from the fans. Reece goes for Elway but the Denver Nuggets grab hold of him. With Elway's help they toss Reece out of the ring to the floor. Reece grabs his back in pain as the crowd starts chanting Nugget, Nugget. The men all raise their hands to the crowd and wave as they exit the ring. Reece heads towards the back as the 4 Denver superstars point at him as they head towards the back

Mick What a nugget! Back to business tonight all championships will be on the line

Junco: Except One.

The crowd again looks at the Zerion as Junco is seen standing underneath it.

Junco Excuse me for a second Mick but I couldn't happen but notice that there was no slot on the card for the International Title.

Mick: Excuse me Junco but...

Junco No excuse me. I still have a number one contendership shot. I see what you tried doing last week. You tried screwing me our of my title shot by throwing me in the ring with 5 animals for the Rage title. Clever Mick but it didn't work.

Mick: Junco, if you would let me finish...

Junco No, I demand a title shot and since Reaper is already defending his P2PW title tonight that must mean he can't possibly compete twice so I will take his title as a forfeit.

The crowd boos

Mick Finished? As I was about to say, tonight Junco Junky does get the international title

Junco: Yes!

Mick: That is if he can beat his opponent in tonight's opening match.

Junco's eyes widen as the crowd chants Reaper's name

Mick I have already talked it over with Reaper and he said that he wanted a warm up match before his title defense tonight so tonight it will be Reaper vs Junco for the International Title.

Junco nods his head in agreement and heads toward the back as the crowd still chants for Reaper

Mick The Fanatic Title will also be on the line as long time champion JT Blade takes on Cactus. This match will....

The Zerion interrupts Mick

JT Blade is seen in hiding holding a brief case. He seems very uneasy as he keeps checking over his shoulder.

JT BLADE: Superstars of P2PW, I know some of you don't like me but I don't think any of you want to see me seriously hurt....or at least dead. Cactus has threatned my life. I already have called my attorney and the Denver police department . So if you try to end my career prepare to deal with the judicial process. In my hand I hold a briefcase, with a lot of money inside. Last chance offer. If someone takes out Cactus they get the loot. Guaranteed.


Mick Looks like JT's time is running out. We will also be having a jail cell match. Basically, there's a hell in a cell cage with four smaller "jail cells" in each corner. 4 superstars start. To win this match you must place your opponent in one of the jail cells. Once three members are in their cells the last person not locked up is the winner.

Winner gets a shot at the whichever title whenever he or she wants. The contestants for the jail cell match are Trent Acid, Reece Sommers, The Fizz, and the Executione.....

"I am a Real American," blares over the P.A. as the fans all look in amazement at the Zerion. The music continues to play as the Executioner makes his way under the Zerion. He hams it up to the fans who enjoy it. He has a mic.

Executioner: Listen up brother. The Executioner is no more. I sat down the other day as I ate my vitamins and realized the Executioner gimmick was holding me back. I needed to drop the gimmick and come out as I truly am. I am The Real American Joey B!

Joe flexes for the crowd as they chant Joey B, Joey B.

Mick I have seen crazier things. Getting back to the card, tonight we will also see the Internet Title on the line as Keith Williams defends his title against new comer Rage. On top of that newly crowned Rage champion NIN will take on the last man he standing in last weeks battle royle to win that title, Red Ninja.

Which leads us to our two main events. First, Scream defends the World Title against Spackle followed by the P2PW Championship as Reaper tries to hold on to his title by taking on Aladdin.

Ladies and gentleman this is as good as it gets! THIS IS WRESTLEFEVER!!! Fireworks again explode throughout Mile High as Mick exits the ring


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***P2PW TITLE ***

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Soul Reaper
vs.
Aladdin[/color][/center]


To some it's a dream match. To one, it's his last match. Aladdin shocked the world by announcing his retirement. We wants to shock the world again by winning the P2PW Title. Soul Reaper will compete in his second match of the night. Will his match against Junco give Al the momentum he needs to beat Reaper? Or will Reaper show the world that he is the best in the business by defeating Aladdin and etching his name in P2PW history

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***WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE***

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Scream
vs.
Spackle

It has been a long time coming for Spackle. For months he has stood in the shadows of his best friend NIN. Tonight he steps out of the shadows and tries to prove to the world that he has what it takes to be a world champion. But in Spackle's path to glory stands the World Champion Scream. Scream has proved his worth in P2PW but faces a man who has been a thorn in his side for many months. Tonight Scream tries to end the Horror Show and take more step towards wrestling immortality[/center]

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***RAGE TITLE MATCH TITLE***

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NIN
vs.
Red Ninja

NIN claimed the Rage title in an over the top battle royal on Fusion. In his first title defense he takes on the last man standing in the ring that started with 6 of P2PW's best. These two men are no strangers to each other. And Ninja's alliance with Scream has made this match even more interesting. NIN still has his eyes on the World Title but tonight he needs to focus on former P2PW Heavyweight Champion Red Ninja. This match will come down to who makes the first mistake in what could go down as a hall of fame macth[/center]

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***INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH***

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Soul Reaper
vs.
Junco[/color]

In a surprise mover Soul Reaper has agreed to double duty as he defends the first of two titles tonight at Fever. One of the most feared competitors in P2PW takes on one the most feared rookies in P2PW. Junco has been on fire since joining and tonight he uses his number one title shot to try and attain his first taste of gold in P2PW. It would be quite an impressive win for Junco and for Reaper just another notch on his belt.i[/center]

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***INTERNET TITLE MATCH***

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Rage
vs.
Keith Williams[/color]

Keith Williams looks to remain on top as he takes on the red hot Rage. Rage has amazed audiences and has proved that he is ready to excel a the next level. Will Keith's experience be too much for Rage? Or will Rage continue to win and get his first taste of gold? [/center]

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***FANATIC TITLE MATCH***

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JT Blade
vs.
Cactus[/color]

The most hated man in Sports Entertainment, JT Blade takes on the most dangerous man in Sports Entertainment in Cactus. For months JT Blade has been hiding from the hardcore legend but his hiding ends tonight. Cactus has been in some of the most brutal matches in wrestling and will continue his onslaught tonight. Will JT Blade overcome the odds? Will JT find someone to take out Cactus and claim the money? Or will Cactus leave Fever with gold around his waist.[/center]

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***JAIL CELL MATCH***

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Trent Acid
vs.
Reece Sommers
vs.
Fizz
vs.
The Real American Joey B.[/color]

A first in P2PW, a Jail Cell Match. 4 competitors battling for a title shot of their choosing. Trent Acid,the vetran, is out to prove that he should be champion. In his way stands another new comer that has made a quick impression on P2PW management. Reece Sommers wants to clean up P2PW of all it's immoralities and he will try to clean up his competitors for the chance for a title shot. The Fizz also will try and show that she has what it takes while The Real American Joey B. has gotten rid of his Executioner persona in hopes of a new beginning. Who will survive in the cell and receive their shot at gold?[/center]

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DEADLINE

Participants obviously need to promo. Rage Title match is Rage Rules as always. Voting Deadline is Wed Aug 1st 8PM

[Aladdin]

Aladdin
Scream
Reaper
Rage
Cactus
Joey B

Let's get this shit going, people.

[Faster Pussycat!]

Reaper
Spackle
Junco
Keith
Cactus
The Fizz

[The Executioner]

Aladdin
Scream
Reaper
Cactus
Joey B
Keith


EDIT: Forgot a few matches

EDIT2: Voted for Rage title match

[The Executioner]

The Zeroin opens to display the arena packed with the estimated 80,000 fans. Signs for every superstar competing or not can be seen except for one. The Real American Joey B.
A sign for Reaper clearly claims he is unbeatable. A sign for Trent Acid says drop the Acid Bomb. The Arena begins to silence in anticipation of the opening contest. The lights begin to flash. Suddenly Real American begins to play. The Real American Joey B walks from behind the curtain. He Carries the american flag and waves it proudly as the red, white and blue pyro goes off.

The Fans that are closest begin chanting Joey B. He looks over and spots a small boy looking in awe at him. He raises the kid onto his shoulders and continues to the ring.He sets the boy onto the ring apron and climbs in and poses for the audience. The camera man passes him a microphone at the same instant as the music stops.

Joey B:Man am I glad to be in Denver!
This has to be the true birthplace of Jesus. You know something Denver. I was in the back and Aladdin came up to me man. He looked at me and said. Are you for real? I looked my longtime friend in the face and said to him. If I'm not Victorious tonight then we'll both know. But I know i'll be victorious at Wrestlefever with all my Joemaniacs out there tonight.

John Mackay suddenly walksinto the ring holding a microphone. He is sporting a wrestlefever shirt and black dress slacks.

John Mackay:Excuse me Joey B. But can I ask you about your match tonight and about this new side of you?

Joey B:Sure thing Mad Mackay.

John Mackay:First, I'd like to ask you what do you think of your chances tonight in this Jail cell match?

The Real American Joey B lifts the kid on the apron into the ring.

Joey B:My Chances Brother? I yhink with the Denver Crowd behind me My chances are the best out of the four people in the match. I Belive in taking your Vitamins and Working hard for what you want. I've yet to capture gold in the P2PW but tonight I begin again.

I've Reincarnated if you will. I respect the other three contestants in this match a lot. Trent Acid most of all. But respect aside. I will do whatever it takes to come out on top tonight. But if I should fail tonight it really doesn't matter because I'm already a champion in my values and beliefs. I'd also like to think i'm the champion of these good people here tonight.

The Crowd cheer as Mackay begins his next question.

Mackay:Speaking about Reincarnation what made you decide to drop The controversial Execcutioner Gimmick?

Joey seems to be thinking long and hard about this next question.He looks to the small boy standing next to him and smiles.

Joey B:Why Mad Mackay? I did it for the children of this wonderful contry with all the violence and terror that's been going on since 9/11 Kids forgot to just be kids and enjoy life and play. Kids in America have been unable to do that for to long. But things are gonna change. I will give these kids and this country a hero to look up to. A man to take the fear from there hearts and let the joy of being an American citizen come back.

The Real American Joey B tears the shirt off then he hoists the kid to a security guard who returns him to his family.

John Mackay:What are your thoughts on the people in this match with you tonight?

Joey B:I'd like to start with the person whom I've already told you I respect. Trent Acid. The man has been so kind to me when I first started with this company. He told me where to train and so much more about the industry.
Tonight were enemies. After it's over I got nothing but love for you Brother.

Next, We got a man whom thinks he has the rights to tell everybody how they should be. I'm talking about that jerk. Reece Somers. Reece Despite respect for your ability in this ring. I plan to make sure hell or high water you don't walk out of here with that title shot. Your narrow minded and self centred you don't care about anybody or anything so to me your already beaten. You can't stand up to me and my Joemaniacs. I'm gonna drop my Amerian Leg Drop on you!

Finally We go to The most impressive athlete in the industry. The Only Female in this match. The Fizz! Now Fizz Is going to be the hardest person to beat. She has so much heart and charisma if it were uranium she'd be a nuclear missle. She will not quit and I'm gonna bet Reece and Trent will underestimate her. That is what will cost you everything. Trust me i'm one of the most underestimated men in this sport.

Mackay looks dazzled by the words and continues.

Mackay:Any Final words before we leave?

Joey B:Reece, Trent and Fizz whatcha gonna do? When the Patriotic Enigma and the Joemaniacs Run Rampant on you!!!!

The Real American Joey B walks off toward the back as John Mackay stands into the centre.

John Mackay:Strong words from Joey B. Back to you Summer.

The Scene fades out as the Crowd chants Joey B.

[RAGE]

You forgot to add Rage amongst your list of votes there, Joseph

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Reaper
Scream
Reaper
Keith
JT (storyline vote)
Trent Acid

[Keith Williams]

Reaper (international title defense)
Scream
Cactus
Keith Williams
Reaper (world title defense)
The Fizz

[The Great JT]

Reaper
Spackle
Reaper (again)
Rage
Me
Trent

I'll promo later.

[Cactus]

The sky is orange, we are in the desert, dotted along the landscape are various wigwams and in the centre there is a large totem pole. As the camera zooms in past the children playing, past the women preparing the evening meal, past the canoes on the floor we see a man sitting in the lotus position facing the totem pole. He seems to be calm and relaxed, like to be a westerner sitting in the middle of an Indian reservation is no big deal.

Cactus“I am glad you found me, tonight I embark on a ask to bring glory back to a title that has long been missing, a title that belongs to the fans, yet is held by a man that the fans really don’t care about. Tonight when I leave this Navajo reservation, I will be rested, focused, and most of all excited about becoming the peoples champion, for they know I will defend the title every week if need be. They wont see me offering money for other people to fight on my behalf so I can hold on to the very thing that keeps me in a job.”

Just in shot a car pulls up and the driver points to his watch, indicating that it is time to leave, as Cactus stands up the camera shuts off.

The camera comes back on and it is obvious that we are on a plane on route to the arena, the cameraman unclips his seatbelt and walks down the aisle and sits once again in front of Cactus.


Cactus“ Where was I, oh I remember JT and the fanatic championship. Lets look at the former champions as well as current we have on the roster. We have Scream, my fellow freak, defends the belt when needed, we have Soul Reaper, the same, we have Keith Williams, they all defend their titles with honour, hell NiN has only had his belt a week and I think that is one more defence than you have.

Aladdin made that many defence’s of his belt he vacated it to give the roster a chance to hold gold. I can’t believe I am about to say this, but E2 held the fanatic title with more dignity than you have shown it.

The belt belongs to the fans they deserve to see it defended, they deserve to say what type of match it is, hell when I am champ they can even decide who I face.

I will leave it there for now, tonight the freaks of the industry all celebrate with gold.”

The captain’s voice comes over the intercom saying that we are now landing and please seats to the upright position and make sure that safety belts are closed.

The next shot we see is Cactus walking through the hallway towards a door on the door we see the name "freaks locker room"

Cactus "Well I made it here to freak central, although after I win the fanatic title, Ninja brings home the rage title, an Scream kicks the pink haired froot sqare in the ass we may have to change our name to the "champions of the indusrty"

"You see JT, you can offer all the money you want, you can offer it to the other superstars on the roster, the fans, the officals, the homeless guy down the block, not one of them will take it, not one! Do you want to know why? Its not because they are scared of me, or the rest of the freaks who have my back, its because. . . .well how can i put this. . . . fuck it, no one really likes you"

"Its true, you are the most hated guy here, hell son your own valet seems to have left you because he cant stand you. You stand alone, i have the freaks and the crowd behind me, I am the lesser of two evils to our great fans, they may not like me, but they respect me. They know if that title goes around my waist, and rest assured it will, they will have a fighting champion, they also know that if I ever lose the title it will have been in a contender for match of the year. One of my matches will never begin with I will give some money to someone if they fight my battles for me. our fans pay top dollar to se us perform in the ring, and by you trying to take the cowards way out is akin to stealing, they pay their money to see blood spilt and i swaer before god, tonight JT Blade your blood will stain the ring for the rest of the night."

Cactus takes a towel of the rack and motions for the camera to leave as he sits down and covers his head getting ready for the match. As the camera leaves we see Ninja approaching the locker room from the left and Scream from the right.

VOTES

Reaper

Scream

Junco

Rage

Cactus

Trent

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens up inside of the Invesco Field arena. There is a mod of people standing outside of a skybox door. There are reporters setting up hoping to get a few quotes from whoever is inside of the skybox. There are cameramen adjusting their equipment to ensure that when they take their pictures of the mysterious individual, that they don't appear either too dark or too light.

There is a general buzz going about this crowd concerning the man behind the door. As all of this is going on, a figure appears just on the outside of the mob. That figure is none other then the Internet Champion, Keith Williams. He takes a drink out of his beer bottle as he surveys the sight before him. He walks up to the closest report who just happens to be Summer.

Keith Williams:
Well its good to see all the media out here to capture my thoughts before I go out to the ring and defend my Internet title on the biggest night in P2P history.

Summer:
Um actually we are here waiting for McKenna to make a appearance.

With the mention of McKenna, Keiths face turns from its normal shade to one of bright red

Keith Williams:
McKenna? McKenna? You have one of the most dominating forces in P2P standing right here and everyone is waiting on that dinosaur to make a appearance? You wanna know what I think of McKenna?

With that Keith faces towards the skybox door and spits right on the door. What part of the mob of reporters that hadn't turned their attention towards Keith when he raised his voice, now turned their attention towards him

Keith Williams:
You reporters are paid to write stuff down. Well get your pens out cause you are gonna love what I have to say now!. You are wasting your time waiting on that has been. Actually you are wasting your time on any of the old guard of P2P. Guys like McKenna, Cactus, Reaper, Stare, and Ninja.

Their time in the sun has come and gone. They are now mearly shells of their former greatness..

Summer:
Well Reaper is the world champion. That would go against what you are saying.

Keith Williams:
Oh yeah big whoopdee do. He defeated a man who had one foot out the door for the title. Has he defended it against anyone since he won it? No. And tonight he defends it against someone else who has one foot out the door. Notice a trend there? He doesn't want to face the top talent in this business. He is afraid of the new wave of P2P. Guys like me.

As I was saying, its time for that Old Guard to hang it up. Go quietly into retirement. There is no shame in admitting that they have lost a step or two.

But enough about the past. Why don't you do something useful Summer and ask me my thoughts on my opponent tonight.

Summer:
Ok since you brough it up. What are your thoughts going into tonights matchup against Rage? Last time you two were in the ring, you were knocked out by the rookie phenom.

Keith Williams:
First off, I wasn't knocked out. I was mearly resting. With being in the ring with Executioner oh wait I mean Joey B, and that rookie, one can't help but want to take a nap. Those two weren't able to keep me awake.

As for tonight, Rage stands no chance in hell of defeating me. There is a reason why for the better part of a year I have held onto this title. I am the best damn wrestling this company has. There is a reason why I am on every show that this company produces. They know that Keith Williams equals ratings.

I give this title class. Unlike JT with his little fanatic belt. I am a fighting champion. I put this title on the line night in and night out. Tonight is no different. Some wannabe champion is walking out to this ring tonight in hopes of defeating me for the intenet belt. But he is going to end up just like the rest. Broken, humiliated and having one more L added to their record

Rage, what I said about the old guard, could just as easily go for you, in more ways then one. There is no shame in just walking away from this match tonight. Nobody would think any less of you. Actually people will think that it was the smartest move that you will ever make in your career.

You see when it comes to defending my title, I become very focus. I switch it into another gear. If you step into that ring tonight you will discover that first hand. Look I will make it easy for you. Don't walk out to the ring. I will graciously accept the forfeit win, and not rub it in you face. I just have my hand raised, have my music play and walk back to the back. You meanwhile will not have to endure the pain that facing me will cause. Also you will be saving yourself a trip to one of denvers' fine emergency rooms. Remember just say no to the internet title match..

With that Keith turns around, shoots one more glare at the skybox door, and heads towards his lockerroom to prepare for his internet title match later in the evening.

[The Great JT]

Promo comes now.

The scene opens in the locker room. JT Blade is relaxing, watching television, just flipping through the channels.

JT Blade: Ugh, nothing is on. Crap. Garbage. Drivel. Junk. Public access.

JT flips on one last channel.

JT: Oh Jesus, "According To Jim"?! Shit, what the hell am I thinking?!

JT throws the remote into the TV, breaking the screen and shattering the remote into about 20 pieces. JT then proceeds to put on a white tank top, grab the Fanatic Title belt and head out the door, heading toward ringside. At ringisde...

What makes bad kids bad?
What makes them do the things they do?
Booze, babes and bad guys!

"I Am The Scum" hits and the crowd starts into a flurry of booing. JT emerges from the back and heads to the back in a no-nonsense manner. JT slides the belt into the ring and rolls in. He calls for a mic.[/i]

JT: Fans of P2P! Tell me who's your champion!

The crowd starts booing and chanting "JT Sucks". JT just rolls his eyes. Then, a pre-recorded "We Love JT" chant starts playing over the speakers.

JT: The big night is here! P2P WrestleFest is finally among us! And tonight, your P2P Fanatic Champion, YOUR champion, goes toe-to-toe with the overrated and untalented Cactus! Lemme hear you!

Again, the pre-recorded "We Love JT" chant starts playing over the speakers. The actual crowd continues to chant "JT Sucks".

JT: Yes, yes, I know. You're concerned because you don't want to see Cactus get ripped to shreds by yours truly! But fret not, I promise to show a bit of mercy on him and let him get in one good punch. Cactus, this is MY title! These are MY fans! They came here to see THEIR champion, and that isn't you!

A recorded throng of cheers plays over the speakers. The crowd boos and chants "JT Sucks".

JT: However, in the spirit of fairness, I think it's only right that other people get to have a shot at you first. Once again, I am issuing the JT Blade Smash For Cash giveaway! This challenge goes out to everyone in the back, anyone on the staff, hell, everyone in the stands! If you can beat Cactus to a bloody pulp and bring me proof of it, you will win $25,000! In other words, turn Cactus into this...

On the Zeroin is the image of Diddly Squat, chained upside down, bleeding profusely.

JT: ...then 25 g's in cold hard cash is yours! Cactus, even if the entire arena fails to do that to you, that's what you'll be reduced to in our match! A bloody heap! This is the title of the people, and the people love ME!

"I Am The Scum" hits again and JT heads back to the lockers as the pre-recorded "We Love JT" chant starts playing as well. JT has a very satisfied look on his face as the scene blacks out.

[RAGE]

The screen fades to black. The sound of rain can be heard. A roll of thunder approaches from the distance. The camera slowly fades in and we see Rage, standing outside. It’s night time and the rain is pouring down. Rage is almost hidden by the darkness. The camera pans back and we see he’s standing on top of a tall building. The camera goes back to Rage’s masked face. The rain pours down it. The black war paint underneath coming away, leaving black water trails trickling down his chest.

Rage: A storm’s coming. You can feel it in the air. It feels oppressive. A presence you can feel all around. It’s coming. And it’s coming for you, Keith.

A flash of lightening lights up the sky. Rage, for a split second is illuminated before being quickly covered back in darkness.

Rage: Ever since we were put on this path, I’ve warned you not to underestimate me. Even after I buried my knee into your skull and put you to sleep, you swagger around thinking nothing of it. Saying that it was a fluke and I’m not a concern. But then, I watch your interviews, listening to you mouth off about everyone and everything else and I’m just an after thought. And most people would believe you. But your eyes tell me everything and they don’t agree with the words that come out of your mouth. They’re scared, Keith. The window into your soul and very being told me everything. You’re scared. That knee has brought up that question everyone has to face at some point or other in their lives. Is this the end?

Rage begins to walk along the edge of the building, neon lights from the building opposite catching him as he strides across.

Rage: But you’re in a good position, Keith. You’ve not only had a taste of things to come, you also seen up close and personal what happens to those who face me. The Executioner is no more. I brought the guillotine down. Put him to sleep forever. And you know something, all I could think about as his eyes closed and the Executioner was no more, was you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. As I squeezed the life out of him, I saw the fear in your eyes as you glimpsed at what awaits you at Wrestle Fever 3. The horror on your face. The realization that there’s no escape. And you know what? I liked it.

Rage walks to a ladder attached to the side of the building, climbs over the edge and slides down the rain soaked ladder to the alleyway below. The rain is now lashing down. The lightning is more frequent. The thunder is louder and closer. Rage lands on his feet in the garbage strewn alleyway. A large rat, startled by the sudden appearance of the Submission Deity, bolts for cover in a dark corner. Its eyes staring out from the darkness, as it hisses loudly at Rage as he walks past. Rage continues to walk through the alleyway to a busy street ahead.

Rage: But it’s okay to feel fear, Keith. It’s okay. Fear gets the endorphins going. You fight better on fear. Every sense is amplified. The defense is tightened. The attack is more potent. So I know once we step into that ring, I’ll have you at your very best because you’ve never in your life been as scared as you are now. And after I’ve broken you into pieces like a child’s cheap toy and you’re carried out of that ring on a stretcher, my destiny will be that little bit closer to completion. You’re just a stepping stone to that point. But what a stepping stone you will make. Keith Williams. P2PW Internet Champion. One of the P2PWs finest.

Rage walks out of the alleyway into the busy street. Hundreds of people are walking in one direction. Towards the Invesco Field which looms over the horizon. The crowd is many and loud. All wearing P2PW t-shirts and brandishing banners in support of their favourite superstars. Rage walks amongst them, unnoticed.

Rage: Everyone in the P2PW has their own personal vice. Some people say they do it for the fans. The cheers are their drug. For some people, it’s about the gold. Personal glories that will continue to get them high as they grow old with nothing but their memories for company. Others are attracted to the lifestyle. They like the money, the jet set life style. Not me. I don’t do it for anyone’s approval. I don’t do it to wear a strap around my waist. My drug of choice is very simple. Brutal but simple. I like hurting people. I like to bend and break and tear them apart with my bare hands. It makes me giddy just thinking about it. The fact that people pay me to do it, or cheer me for doing it, or wrap a belt around my waist for doing it is of no consequence to me. I just do it to beat you into nothing. This isn’t a match for the Internet title. It may say that on the advertisments, on our contract, on the match rota. But we both know it’s not, don’t we Keith?

The rain continues to lash down, soaking the crowd below but not their exuberance. Rage continues to walk unnoticed with them along the Denver streets to the Invesco Field. A clap of thunder goes off directly overhead. Some people instinctively duck. The camera follows Rage and the crowd towards the Invesco Field. The screen focused on Rage’s back.
Rage: We fight for very different things. It’s just a coincidence that the powers that be have made this a match for your precious belt. A coincidence but not important. It would be to some. There are plenty of people in the locker room who would love to be in my shoes. And they all have their own reasons for wanting to be. But they don’t have my reason. It’s mine and mine alone. I’m fighting to get what I want. Which is to make you feel pain that you have never felt before in your life. To twist, wrench, bend and break every part of you. To see you bleeding, gasping for air, choking on your own blood. And you? What are you fighting for? The very life that you have created for yourself. Bring everything you have, Keith because no-one else is going to save you from me.

Rage stops dead in the middle of the road. The crowd suddenly stops as well. They stand silent, staring straight ahead. The camera stays focused on their backs and away from their faces. The rain begins to fade and very quickly comes to a stop. The thunder can be heard rumbling in the distance.

Rage: The time is near. The time when it all comes to an end. When it all comes to me. Tonight, millions around the world will learn what I already know and deep down you know too Keith. They will see the truth. It will take them all into its warm, tender grasp and it will never let them go.

Rage slowly turns around and the crowd follow suit. All the crowd have Rage masks on. They all turn to face the camera. Rage steps forward towards the screen.

Rage: This is where it all ends. And your lives will never be the same again. Why? Because I am the end. I am the beginning. I am the light. I am the darkness. I am the hate. I am the end. I am the rage. And you will all know my name.

A flash of lightning blinds the screen for a split second. When it returns, Rage is gone and the crowd walks on towards the Ivesco Field as before, oblivious to what has happened.

[RAGE]

Votes:

Aladdin
Scream
Junco
Rage
Cactus
Trent

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

The arena goes black, Zeroin goes blank and cuts into a jail hallway, it looks like a warehouse, jail cells and inmates lined across its walls, 4 floors of countless stories, guards control these plains like saints control purgatory.

Through the dusty hallways and dim lights, loud ventilation echoes and incoherent noises through the nights. For those here there is lots of time to reflect, where their misdeeds upon society came to a head. For most, the jail cell bleeds justice, and tonight, justice reigns supreme.

Or should one say...

The arena lights back up to see Trent standing in the middle of the ring.

Trent (with authority): Acid Reigns Supreme!!

The crowd goes nuts.

Trent: That will be the end result, and afterwards I'll take my title shot and give the wrestling world a dream match. But.....I have one question.

Crowd stirs.

Trent: WHAT in the HELL is a jail cell match??

Trent walks around the ring

Trent: Is it..... something like a Hell in A Cell Match? War Games?? The Sole Survivor Match? Is the cage......ELECTRIFIED??

The Crowd is going nuts

Trent: ....Barbed Wire? Are there weapons? Is this a pinfall? Submission? First Blood? LAST MAN STANDING?

The Crowd starts chanting ACID! ACID! ACID!

Trent: Is it gonna be a bloodbath? Or is it gonna be the single biggest disappointment in P2PW history....

The crowd goes silent.

Trent: Think about it for a second, seriously. I'll show up, but my opposition?? I don't know.... Reece is no slouch in a regular match but I doubt he's ready for a wart.....err.....Did I say wart???!

The Crowd start laughing

Trent: I meant to say he's not ready for a war. Sorry, Reece, being that you're the Morality Enforcer and all, I gotta say that to win this match, all of those morals your trying to enforce are pretty much gonna have to go out the window, because this isn't gonna be a quote good clean match. It just isn't. At least it won't be when your head plants itself into the structure that is the jail cell. And believe you me, when this frenzied WrestleFever crowd sees that, they are gonna say....

Trent holds the mic up.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Trent brings the mic down.

Trent: Which brings me to my next opponent, The Fizz. Sweetheart.....Baby.....The Jail Cell is no place for a woman to be......unless.....well....she's doing THIS!!

Trent points at the Zeroin and a clip plays of a hot brunette stripper cage dancing at a local Denver Gentleman's Club.

All of the males in the crowd cheer and whistle as this plays, all of the women are shocked.

Trent: Either that or some HLA....needless to say THAT was a pretty good time at my hotel room last night.

The crowd starts cheering.

Trent: Pimptastic..... which brings me to someone who.....well....I thought might be an opponent just crazy enough to get into the ring with me in this match.....The Execu......wha?? What??? He changed himself?? He's the Real American now??? Really......really original......Joey B....well.....if that's really the case.....I will HAPPILY execute Joey B tonight with a good, American, Los Angeles-style beatdown... IF he even shows up. See..... a jail cell match, no matter what's involved....is right up me alley. It's a fight, not a match, It's SURVIVAL. It's every man for himself. and I'm getting my shot at gold tonight, and promising a P2PW dream match!

'Calm Like A Bomb' hits and Trent leaves to a cheering a crowd.

END PROMO

[Reaper]

The shot opens with a video type of opening. It highlights the last few months for Reaper leading up to this match with Aladdin and Junco at WrestleFever. When we get to the end, It shows Reaper in the middle of the screen holding up his two title belts and on the left side of the screen it shows Junco and on the right side, Aladdin pointing and mouthing. This cuts away...

Soul Reaper Productions presents......

The Road to WrestleFever

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This slowly fades away and we fade onto what appears to be a city street... the camera sitting focused on the street sign. It says Shaw and Chestnut. Cars are going by and in the background is the Save Mart Center in Fresno, California. Road construction is on the street adjacent to the building. As the shot pans to the right, and swings around, a Jack-in-the-Box fast food place is shown, but we keep swinging around to the apartment buildings directly opposite the Save Mart Center. Theres a few trees and sitting down on the ground under one is Soul Reaper. He looks up to the camera and begins to speak.

"Year 3, WrestleFever is here and this time, I actually made the Main Event. Can you believe it? I mean, I was cut out at the last minute 2 years running, by the old management system of bookers who thought they should be number 1 all the time, and now I've got my spotlight at the biggest show of the year for us here in P2PW. Who is there to thank for this? Well a number of people... namely all of the fans that showed up to the shows we put out and spent the money to let us entertain them. The new bookers and writers could also be thanked I suppose. As well as the number of arrogant cunts and assholes that opted to either not show up or do their damnest to get fired. Ah, but this WrestleFever has something a little more interesting for your's truly here. I've opted to forgo the usual format and put myself in 2 matches and defend BOTH of my titles on one night. I know, its a little bit different, because some people just opted to drop their titles instead of actually letting other people shine and pass the torch. Some people... that include the number 1 contender for MY P2PW championship. I've seen people just up and drop titles before, but there were circumstances...like injury or failure to actually defend the title they had, but this time its just a little more selfish. You see, Aladdin decided he would rather drop his title than defend it at 'Fever, because he wanted to face me for my title instead. Its only the biggest pay per view of the year, but apparently SOME people could give a shit about that and just think ONLY of themselves. Why should he have to defend a title he's already got when he can just as easily say 'Hey guys, I'm just going to drop this title to go after Reaper's.' Its a bitch move, if you ask me and at no point it becoming of a champion of any sort. A pure act of cowardice and showing that he isn't willing to give the fans what they want.... but theres a reason for that. I'll get into that later, though.

First, I think we should start off with the guy that has decided to challenge me for the International belt. Junco Junky. Now this is a man with all the qualities of being a champion... except one... his attendance record. Now don't get me wrong, the guy has a way with words and can beat the holy shit out of you in the ring, but champions are more than that. They are guys that are reliable, dependable... somebody you can trust to be there when you need them. Junco is none of these things. He only comes to wrestle when he feels like it, and aside from that, he basically just demands things that he doesn't deserve. He's a loud mouth wannabe and somebody whom I have silenced once before, in ELITE. Sure it wasn't here, but I put him down then and now I would have expected him to learn better, but he hasn't... actually if you ask me the kid has gotten worse about things. His attitude sucks, and he's not focused. If he wants to have any sort of chance against me at Fever, he may want to shut his fucking mouth, watch some tape of me at my best AND worst and then try to figure out some kind of game plan. But knowing him, he'll probably expect me to walk to the ring, look him in the eyes and just lay down for him because he's Junco Junky... WHO? Junco Junky... an upstart who had the skills and the tools, but wasted them away because he decided that would rather explore other options than go with what was really working out for him. When the bell rings for this match, I won't hold a damn thing back and when its all over, phase 1 of the night will be complete and I will have retained one of my belts. All I'll have to do after that is take a little rest and wait for the end of the night to happen and then its time for phase 2."[/color]

Reaper gets up from his spot and walks over to the sidewalk. Cars are still going by at a pretty good pace, but Reaper waits for an opening and takes the camera man across the street to the Save Mart Center's front grass area and then looks up to the building and back to the camera man.

"Now you may be wondering why I've brought you here, and the answer is simple. This is home to me. This is MY arena, this is where I come to watch the competition prance around and this is where I come to relax. Hell, just last week, Smackdown! was here and I showed up to take a look at what the hell they were doing. From what I saw, a nice big steaming pile of bullshit. They had a few moments, but overall, it came nowhere close to the consistent beauty that we at P2PW produce all the time. What I did see, though... I vow to not See in P2PW ever and that is some silly Indian Championship Celebration... because frankly, the dancing was bad, the music was hardly tolerable..oh, and theres NO FUCKING WAY I'M LETTING ALADDIN WALK OUT WITH MY FUCKING BELT!

The more I think about it, the sicker I get about the whole thing. I mean heres a fucking guy that had ALL THE TIME in the world to take this belt and run with it, and he might have done us some good with it, but he sat back and sat back and booked matches and wrote storyline and saw how bad things were getting and instead of doing something to help out... he opted to become even less of a contributer. He basically sat back and HELPED us go down the toilet. He had all the power in the world to bring this thing back to what it used to be, but no... he phased himself out and then somebody else took over and did the job he should have done. Al, you think that just because you never had a shot at a world title here... that NOW you deserve one? What did you do to deserve it? Held the Rage title for months and then instead of pushing somebody with it you just basically threw it away? How does that warrant a shot at any championship? In my opinion, all it warrants is an ass kicking and everybody knows that I'm just the guy for the job. Back when E2 was here, you would basically echo his bullshit with your own about wanting to face me, but you never put yourself in a match with me... why not? You did have the power to do so back then. What stopped you from growing a set of balls then and facing me like you said you wanted to? Fear? Stupidity? A wild combination of both? You know what, I really don't care. The fact that you have the audacity to assume that you deserve my title is bad enough to me. Its almost blasphemous to let you have the shot in the first place, considering that you've decided that you're done after this anyway. You're big Retirement venture is to face me and try to go out as the big man here. Well that happened one other time and back then it pissed a lot of people off. Remember Stare? He won his first championship at WrestleFever 1 and right after he did, he quit, went home and made it look like the title was nothing more than a waste of time. And now here you come, with the same fucking intentions. You would like to just win the title, and then hand it over and say...'well, thats done... see ya.' In the words of many a New Yorker... Fuck You! I'll be damned if I let some punk bitch, come into that ring and TAKE this title away from me and just run away like a cowardly little school girl. I've bled too much here to let you make us look inconsequential. No, this title actually means something to me, Al. And I'm not going to let some guy take it when I know it doesn't mean a damn thing to them. A lot of people have busted their ass here and not received a title shot, and the way you plan on just walking out would slap them all in the face, and I just can't have that. As much as Fresno, California is my home... P2PW is my second home and theres NO FUCKING WAY, I will let you destroy what some of us have built from the start.

Aladdin, you will be lucky to be able to walk after what I do to you at WrestleFever, I don't take kindly to punks like you who just assume that people should cave for them because YOU want them to. You are no better than some rookies I've seen and when the time comes, I will make sure that you will know your proper place in this industry and that is right next to JT Blade, jerking the curtain. You think you've seen me at my scariest? Well I assure you Aladdin, you haven't seen a fucking thing yet. You will get yours, son... and as for Junco, well don't be surprised if you find yourself caught in the middle of my unstoppable rage. WrestleFever is going to be a hell of a bloodbath, folks... and I can't wait to that started. See you unlucky bastards in the ring."[/color]

Reaper pushes the camera man aside and then starts across the street, a car has to slam on its brakes to stop itself from hitting Reaper and he just stares the driver down before slamming his fists into the hood making a large dent, and then continuing back towards where we first saw him. We slowly fade to black.

[Reaper]

Reaper
Scream
Reaper
Keith
Cactus
Trent

[Reaper]

Scream went out of town last week and left me his promo with the instruction to post it today... so here it is.

One Slip
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
One slip ... one slip

The scene opens from a far on the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. As the camera zooms in it focuses on someone mountain climbing. The figure is ¾ of the way up the mountain. The camera zooms in closer to show Scream scaling the mountain.

Scream:

The ropes were fixed as I began breaking the trail towards the summit. I am the World Champion and yet I am still climbing. I am still striving towards the summit but one slip can ruin it all.

Scream continues to climb the treacherous landscape as his foot breaks away and he slips, falling vertically but catching himself on a ledge.

Scream:

And just like that I slipped. And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole I fell
It seemed to take no time at all, a momentary lapse of reason
that binds a life for life….

SOLE SURVIVOR APRIL 2006

NIN crawls over and stands up. He grabs the legs of Soundscream, situates them, and then locks on the Horror Wheel, and inclined Indian Leg lock. He holds the move in tight. Simz grabs the ref and demands for him to ask Scream is he quits. The ref looks at Scream, who is still not moving. NIN keeps pressing the legs on SoundScream even more as the ref doesn’t know what to do. NIN continues the move as the ref holds the mic to Scream's mouth at Simz and NIN's demands. The ref keeps doing it, and then he finally stands up and calls for the bell.

NIN looks on and releases the hold as he stands up and questions the ref

Ringside Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the ref has concluded that SoundScream is unable to respond, and unable to say he quits. Therefore . . .

The ref speaks to the ringside announcer for a moment, then the ringside announcer continues

Ringside Announcer: . . . Your NEW World Heavyweight Champion, NIN Horror!

Scream:

Unable to respond they said.

Scream situates his footing and begins climbing again


Scream:

That one moment defined my career. That same night I began climbing again and I was sure able to respond. Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?

FINAL VERDICT
TRIPLE THREAT TORTURE CHAMBER MATCH
NIN VS SIMZ VS SCREAM

Scream makes his way over the top as the crowd goes ape shit He slides both legs over and continues down the cage but NIN grabs his arm and pulls it through the cage. Simz attempts to get Scream’s other hand but there is a struggle. NIN screams to Spackle, “NOW.”

Spackle low blows Cactus and grabs the switch. There is still a struggle between the men as NIN’s eyes light up. As Simz tried to pull Scream’s arm through, Scream handcuffed Simz and NIN’s arms together through the cage. Before NIN could order Spackle to stop, Spackle flips the switch. Scream is thrown off the cage into the fans below as NIN and Simz both violently shake attached to the cage.

Spackle goes to kill the switch but Cactus grabs him and tosses him into the cage. Spackle hits it and he too begins to shake as Cactus laughs. Officials already on there way to the ring grab the switch and turn it off. Simz and NIN both hang still cuffed to the cage as Spackle hit’s the floor.

The fans lift Scream up as an official makes his way through the crowd. He checks on Scream and then lifts his hand. The place erupts as another official makes his way through and hands Scream the World Title. Scream holds the title close to his body as more official make their way to the ring. E.M.T.’S swarm the ring and look at NIN and Simz.

Scream:

King of the Mountain once again, but I knew it was far from over. If I stopped climbing for one moment I would slip again.

Scream continues and slips on a rock but catches his footing

Scream:
And in walks Spackle, a loose rock almost causing me to fall . But you failed your best friend at Final Verdict. Or did you? Maybe you knew this was your one chance. Your only chance at the title. Maybe you didn’t slip…Maybe you were that loose rock that NIN thought was sturdy. That rock that would propel him over that cage and to the top.

Scream continues to scale the mountainside

Scream:

We have met many times in the ring with you coming up on the losing side. Blitz Breakdown match, tag team matches, you name it. But never a singles match, and at Fever you get a singles match. You get your chance to climb the mountain and push me back down.

Scream gazes down, through the clouds and then whips his head back towards the summit.

Scream:

They say never look down, never look back. Sometimes you have to, to realize that you’ll do whatever it takes never to fall again, never to go back.

Scream continues to scale the mountain until he sees the summit. He crosses the threshold and stands tall on top of the mountain.

Scream:

On top again and below I see every superstar in P2PW trying to climb, trying to get the best position. You hold destiny in your hands Spackle. Imagine for one moment….the lights flickering…the ref raising your hand high and fastening the World Title around your waist. Imagine for one moment because that’s as close as you’ll ever get. And Ninny don't think for a second that you're off the radar. But please feel free to watch as I systematically beat the living hell out of your friend. And if you decide to stick your nose where it doesn't belong...well I think you realize the consequences in that.

After tonight I go back to business and you go back to carrying Ninny’s bags. It’s unfortunate really. You’re like that fly that you just can’t get rid of. No matter how many times you swat you can’t get a hold of it. It angers you inside. All you want to do is (Scream slaps his hands together) SLAP! And that is exactly what’s going to happen at Fever. I’m going to swat the hell out of you. Pull your wings off and toss you with all the other bugs I have taken care of.

Scream looks down through the clouds, and picks up a rock.

Scream

Take a long look Spackle. It took me a long, long time to scale this mountain and it is going to take a hell of a lot to get me off it. Do you really think you have what it takes? Are you going to be that loose rock that makes me fall?

Scream looks at the rock in his hand then tosses it off the mountain. The camera focuses on it as it disappears through the clouds.

Scream:

Or will you be that rock that just crumbles when stepped on?

Scream looks down on a rock and smashes his foot on it. It crumbles into a hundred pieces. He shrugs his shoulders at the camera with a smile.

Scream: It's inevitable

One Slip
A small regret you won’t forget
Which will it be?
The loose rock for you?
Or that loose rock for me?

VOTES
P2PW TITLE: Reaper
World Title: Scream
International Title: Junco
Internet Title: Rage
Fanatic Title: Cactus
Jail Cell match: Trent

[Cactus]

and locked

[Scream]

Junco sent this to me a while ago and I totally forgot to post it. So I am allowing this promo b/c it was my fault it wasn't posted.

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Say Cheese, Mister Junky!

…Cra-Ching!...
Holding Cell 1 Opens Wide
3 Days Ago

As part of the Louisiana State Sheriff’s department, I’d like to welcome you back to reality and hopefully out of this state once and for all. Ya know, we don't like disturbances here .. We’ve had enough, and that's for certain. And for cocky little schmucks like you, who get out four days early and get they're bail in before they even enter the holding cell - Well .. We don't like it. Now, Go on, and Get out of here. ..

Key securely placed in the tight little knot of the State owned cuffs, Junco reaches his arms upwards, free once again, out of the Louisiana hell pen.

Go on, Get! What did I tell you! Get your goddamn cameras, and your country romped ass outta here!

Approaching the long tall steel door of the State Sheriff's Office, the very underdressed Junco Junky, wanders outward. Facing one of the single most filmed segments of his modern career, Junco is quickly proceeded Lawyer by hand. Knob twisting lightly, the couple continues to the outside, immediately greeted with flash after flash.

SNAP ... SNAP ... SNAP

Flash .. Flash ..[/center]

Mr. Junky!
Paul Sanders!
Fox Sports Net, Reporting --
Can I have a word with --
What do you have to say about --
UWC, ELITE, Junco, what about--
Micko, Mastadon, assault on the head of --
Do you think you deserve a shot at the International--

Lawyer:
Just continue to walk, Mr. Junky. You've had your hands full. Take a break. Give 'em a no comment, and we'll take care of them in them in the morning..

The black Impala looms in the distance as Junco is lightly prodded into the dark old fashioned getaway. Stirring slightly inside, Junco leans over to buckle his seat belt, as the echoes from the outside continue to ring from door to door. Ambushing him like an unforgettable nightmare, the voices cease to fade.

Junco, this is Becky Newsmith from ESPN ..
Do you think you deserve a shot at the International Title, Mr. Junky .. Even after you escapade at the P2P Booking Office?

John Nepall, from Spike TV..
Do you rightly believe, Mr. Sanders, that you of all people should be able to face International Champion, and also World Champion, Soul Reaper at WrestleFever?

Dusty Guro from Wrestling Insider..
Was your threatening and cheap hassling of authority figures just a way of total control for your desired title match.. None the less, a title match at Fever, where Reaper will have two matches?!

SNAP ... SNAP ... SNAP

Flash .. Flash ..[/center]

Quick hand signal given, the driver of the charcoal black Impala lowers the above sun roof. Emerging from within, the lawyer of the ambushed superstar gives a few words before the departure. "No Comments" flying from the offhanded figure a small hush finally settles upon the yet to be impacted crowd. Yet the focal point-ee speaking still fails to settle the undying questions.. Sun roof rolling up, Driver is waved on by Louisiana Authority.

Exit in the midst, a bright yellow, bumper sticker tagged vehicle backs into the exit ramp. Arms flailing, horn in motion, a very pale obese figure exits the vehicle with a camera and t-shirt matching the Van's particular cause. Ambushing the particular getaway vehicle, yet another figure stops in front of the Impala.

Tom Donaldson, Smoking Gun.com. Can I have a quick word with you, Mr. Junky? Maybe a photo? We've had some great wrestling reports goin around, and we'd love to have a word with you!

Lawyer:
Uh-Oh. Shit, now we got government snooping, mug shot dealing, steroid linking Nazi's on our case. Whatever you do, do not mention the Chris Benoit scandal... Last thing we want is another drug test up our asses..

Paul ...
Junco ...
Mr. Junky ...
Mr. Sanders ...
Over here, Question..!
Can I have a Question..?

Junco:
Fuck this, roll the goddamn window down.

Lawyer:
What? Are you serious--

Junco:
I said roll it .. I have nothing to contribute to the Benoit case, they probably just want some feedback anyways. Plus, Louisiana sucks. Roll it.

Lawyer:
As your lawyer, and the head of public relations, I urge you not to do this. I can't make you do anything, but I'll only warn you once, Junco. Please don’t do this.

Junco:
What the hell do you care? You work off my salary and do what I say, remember? Public Relations my ass, does this look like a gambling predicament? At the moment, we're trapped in a two bit parking lot in Louisiana, where apparently I'm not liked to much anyway.. Give 'em what they want, how else do you think we're going to get out of this hurricana state. Now, Roll down the goddamn window.

Lawyer:
Umm ..Yea.. Yea, Whatever. Roll down the window, driver.

Emerging from the sunroof this time is none other than Junco Junky. Greeted by a chaos of screams, questions, microphones, and flashes, Junco attempted to make his presence known.

Junco:
If you want some answers, then let me give you some answers.

Over Here..!
Hey Mr. Junco..!
Aye, Junky - Junky!
Yo! Paul, Paul Sanders!

Junco:
How bout everybody just shuts the hell up, or you don't get anything. And I drive over your sorry carcasses. Would that be better?

... .. SILENCE .. ...
Shh! Shh!

Junco:
That's much better.

In a general address I'd like to state the general events around the P2PW Wrestling Ring. Some things that have been rumored and something’s are true. Something’s have been quite career rendering, some almost suicidal. Some actions, I even regret.

But, not in a thousand years would I take back my actions. I took every single step, one by one, absolutely on purpose to get to where I am today. I spit in the Industries face, I wiped my ass with their paper work and I attack the head of P2PW itself. Why? I have many reasons. You should know that by now, and by now, you should obviously know its working. I've managed two title shots in one month, and also a number one contender ship for another. Considering that Junco Junky is having the best few weeks in the lot of the industry ..with a few minor details.. there happens to remain one strong flaw in the system. There is not yet a belt upon my waist, and frankly that’s all that needs to be said.

I've heard many of you earlier screaming, itching, for my personal take on the International Title Spot. Well, now you have it - I find it quite fair and suitable. None other than Soul Reaper to have two title matches on the same night, and I can only hope ...No.. excuse me ... there will be a change. For someone that has been pushed since that bitch of a mother gave birth to him in those fiery depths below, it's about time someone has done some justice. Elite, FHT, P2PW, Where do I begin?

Reaper, you're an overrated sake of cobwebs and pitchforks that is constantly pushed by the upper man. Your victories are won by little less than bribery .. Get in the ring with the Reaper, and your instant fame, you've battled with the big dog, and you've lossed and honorable fight. Bullshit! Take E2 away from his liquor, and take Reaper away from his company. Not going to happen. You've been Forced into a victorious oblivion, with back up after backup whether you like to admit it or not.

You're a yawn Reap, an overrated yawn of a veteran that had to step up after the demise of such names of Rocky, Nation, and others. You're P2P's little known fact of the good ole days, the old boys, the family. The family who takes its pride, in its fans, just to remind it of a day back when. You feed off the weak, live like the old, and embrace challenges like a sword without it's sheath leaving it merely incomplete.

A challenge awaits you, an international challenge that will greet more nations, more worlds than the fiery, rotting, pits of hell or the gaiety of the little folk town of Fresno California. I will Reap the reaper, I will sodomize your soul, and coil within your blood. Everyone has a death day, Reaper - and hell has just frozen over.

SNAP ... SNAP ... SNAP

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A very animate lawyer quickly snatches the ranting Junco as he tucks him down below. Popping up through the sunroof, he survey's the crowd once more, this time in much more of a hurry. Hands waving through the air, trying to make something of the event he concludes..

Umm... Yea. Tha-- That will be all for today. Thank you.

As a very heated lawyer proceeds back into the Impala, the crowd moves to the left leaving room for the getaway and the hardcore brawler to retreat back to his hometown before the big rumble.

SNAP ... SNAP ... SNAP

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