P2PW's TNT (10/28 - 11/1) Extra Promos

[shinnstheory]

Write an extra promo..................FREAKS!

[Wench]

The scene fades in to the dark room where Wench is being held. The three guarding her have a television on waiting for TNT to start. Wench looks as if she's totally drained with no energy left to fight or even struggle anymore. Her arms are streaked with dried blood and she's literally covered in bruises.

She raises her head slightly and is able to view the show when it airs. He arms ache from being strung up over her head so long. She readjusts her arms with what little movement the chains allow and the clinking gets the attention of her company.

One of the men walks over to her. He strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. Wench flinches at his touch.

Man 1: Such a shame to see this opportunity go to waste. You're very lucky we aren't allowed to touch you unless something happens to Addryd in his match tonight. You better pray your boyfriend doesn't get any ideas in that head of his. Unlike Addryd, we won't be as...gentle...with you as he has been. It wouldn't be nothing for us to break multiple bones and ensure you never step foot in that ring again or even walk or talk again.

Wench gets a look of horror in her eyes as the man laughs evilily.

Man 2: Hey, the show is starting so get over here.

The first man turns and leaves the cage and goes to join the others to watch the show leaving Wench alone in her cage once again.

[SoL]

"Rock Star" by N*E*R*D hits as SoL makes a surprise entrance into the TNT arena...the crowd is not showing him much love. He slides in the ring and picks up a mic

SoL: Once again it's Tuesday night, and for some reason the New Breed was given the night off...
crowd pops causing SoL to have an angered look on his face, but he composes himself.

SoL: But instead of going back to my palace in the Hollywood Hills I felt obligated to come out here and share my thoughts with the millions and millions of fans in my SoL-asytem!!!
crowd boos as SoL is oblivious to the heat, raising his arms as if he is beign praised.

SoL: Thank you...and fans, tonight I have something that's just been eating me up inside, and it actually has to do with the man I will be facing at Deserted, International and Rage Champion, Nation.
crowd pops at the mention of Nation.

SoL: Nation you and I will go at it for the Rage Championship Title at Deserted, a match that I'm sure will go down in the books as one of the best this fed has ever put on...but before I go through with the match I have to clear my head in go into Deserted with a clear concoius, so tonight I'm coming clean.
SoL pauses as the crowd attentively listens.

SoL: See Nation before I even stepped foot in the P2PW, I knew you. I knew all about you, where you lived, when you were injured, when you were on the road, what you drove, when your son...
SoL stops and puts on a sly grin, the crowd gives a subtle "oooh"

SoL: When you son Evan was born, Nation I knew all that. Now at this point you're probably asking yourself, "how does he know this, maybe he's a fan?" But I'm not, truth of the matter is I'd never actually seen you wrestle before joining the P2PW. No Nation, the reason I KNOW you can be explained in one word...RHIAIN!
crowd gives a subtle "ooooh" reaction as SoL smiles.

SoL: Rhiain, Rhiain, OH RHIAIN...that's right Nation Rhiain has told me all about you. For those of you still confused let me clear things up. Monday through Friday Rhiain plays the role of Nation's loving wife and mother to his child, but on late nights, weekends and of couple holidays...
SoL's grin grows a little wider.

SoL:...let's just say Rhiain is like a company car, EVERYONE gets to drive!
SoL starts laughing as the crowd is giving a mixture of boos and shocked reactions.

SoL: That's right Nation, Rhiain provides quite the service for those visiting England on business...hell I was referred to her by my last promoter!
camera cuts to the crowd to see some of the reactions of the fans, most of them can't believe what they're hearing...camera cuts back to SoL.

SoL: Nation, at this point you're probably steaming hot, throwing things, breaking things, slamming things against the wall, cursing me out...but before you call me a liar, before you go accusing me of slandering the name of sweet Rhiain, I have proof that I used your happy home as my own personal house of burlesque. That's right, a player like myself always has the digital handy!
SoL can't stop smiling...

SoL: Nation, the New Breed's private stash is going public, before our match at Deserted the I'm going to show the whole world what type of lady your wife really is...like the old saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words!
SoL is busting up laughing, the crowd's boos are starting to resurface.

SoL: Oh and Nation, after I finally get that little secret off my chest, my conscience will be totally clear...I will be in the perfect state of mind to rip that Rage Title right off your waist! Hopefully your head will be clear too, but after checking out the selections of my private stash, I doubt it. Nation, you wanted a war with the New Breed, and I brought it right into the borders of your own home! At Deserted I'm not only going to you break you down physically, I'm going to break you down mentally and emotionally...you will be a broken man, and the NEW BREED will be victorious, LEARN IT, LIVE IT, LOVE IT!
SoL spikes the mic down as "Rock Star" by N*E*R*D hits...camera cuts to comercial/

-fin-

[Hellspawn]

Hellspawn arrives at the arena dressed in street cloths. He goes to the back of the car and opens the trunk and pulls a huge steel chain out. He wraps over his shoulders and walks towards the building. A cameraman runs up to him as he gets to the door.

Hellspawn:Addryd I know you were thinking I wouldn't show up,yet here I am. You still hide behind threats of hurting Wench instead of facing me like a man. You have shown me only one thing with this little game of yours and that is that you fear me. I know what fear looks like I have seen it many times and I see it in your eyes whenever you speak my name. Tonight Addryd I will be watching you but you will not see me. So look over your shoulder every chance you get cause I may be there watching you or I may be ready to strike. So have fun in your match cause the true pain will begin then.

Hellspawn walks into the arena as the scenen fades to black.

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

Immediately after Hellspawn appears at the arena, Addryd is shown somewhere else in the backstage area. He pauses for a second, rubbing his chin in thought. He chuckles.

Addryd : I 'fear' him ? Nothing makes one as vain as he in denial. I shoud 'look over my shoulder'. Bullshit. I won't need to ...... He wants to try it on with me, fine. This is the last reminder I give him.

Addryd stabs through the monitor glass with the knife. The fuse blows and sparks fly. Addryd has cut up his hand pretty badly. He looks at it momentarily, before squeezing the wound of blood and dripping it into his mouth.

Addryd : Mmmm ... tasty.

Addryd laughs, the blood staining his lips. He staunters off down the corridor, leaving a trail of blood along the white-tiled floor. He looks back and down at the trail;

Addryd :Follow me down the rabbit hole, Alice ... Follow me all the way home. Let's go to Hell together ...

Addryd continues to walk, before disappearing around a corner.