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Post by Dickie Cha'mone on Apr 21, 2005 21:07:47 GMT 1
D-UNIT response to Mckenna extra promo:
Dickie Cha'mone is seen sitting in a black chair, he is wearing a black bandana with a D-UNIT t-shirt and black pants, he is also wearing a pair of black shades which he removes as he address the camera.
Dickie Cha'mone: Hey playa, Mckenna, Ant, Da man, UKG or fool who will tap to me whatever, you can call yourself Lily friggin Savage for all I care, but what I do care about is when you start making remarks about what facing me would do for you. What do you mean about ring rust as well. How dare you address me in such a manner. You just waltz and prance about thinking youre something special but who have you faced since you been back, the answer's no one. Its justn cheap shot after cheap shot, me included. You can kiss all the bosses asses all you want, but you need to learn some respect. I don't give two shits to what you done in the past, its what happens now what matters. All you are son is the new bitch who picks up the soap in the showers and D-UNIT will make you learn respect, you may be former this and former that but you're nothing. All I see you doing is trying to talk to what you refer to as the "mid-card" like there a bunch of kids, we you're in trouble if that's your presumption. Every single member of this roster can do serious damage and one day we'll get you.
A small poodle jumps up on Dickie's lap
Dickie Cha'mone: Hey ghetto, (Dickie pats the dog while looking back towards the camera) Now Mckenna, you mention me having a hard on for you, well it seems as if it's you spearing the management at the moment. My only feelings for you are that of professional respect at what you have acheived in this business and of utter disgust and contempt as you had everything I dream of in your hands and you threw it all away when the dollars came calling. Now to be honest I want to face you in a match one on one, no cage, no chamber, no interference. I don't care who or what I have to go through to get there but I will. This ain't about gold or respect or anything else, I just wanna face the best and if that means going through then thats what ill do. And anyway its about time I showed everyone what I can do, and now with D-UNIT watching my back it will happen. You may be looking up at the top of the mountain ant, but ill always be right behind you, you know thats right, and Ant if you're still listening don't hate the playa's
Dickie is seen laughing as the cameras fade to black
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Post by lockjaw on Apr 24, 2005 15:27:39 GMT 1
*camara spins to the centre of a room a chair is sitting there. Joe Belleghem walks into the room and sits down*
Joe Belleghem: Hello P2PW. I am Joe Belleghem and i am coming for all you Demonic wrestlers who think there a true lucha i trained under the greatest cruiserweights in japan and then in mexico.
*grins with confidence in his eyes* i'm hungry and you want to know what im hungry for? I am going to go to p2pw and destroy the blood pack's leader ronald mcdonald or whatever you call yourself. are you a little gender confused? i mean you seem to like having your ass kicked match after match after match. but your not my only issue your just the first. do you want to look into the eye of This dragon and you will know the true meaning of fear.
and if i got to go through the entire roster to get my hands on you dolla deacon i will. but when i get my hands on you im taking your soul and the victory and the fans will shout Deacon Tapped Out!!.
*camera blurs out n fades to the words the eye of the dragon... is coming.
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Post by ChadClassic on Apr 24, 2005 19:57:49 GMT 1
^^ Wow um... interesting promo man...
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Post by brockandsable on Apr 24, 2005 21:26:03 GMT 1
He'll get better with time.
Backstage, E2, the One Man Killing Machine, sits Indian style on his locker room floor. His eyes are closed and he is absolutely still, with the focus of his meditation being Mastadon....
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Post by shinnstheory on Apr 24, 2005 21:48:30 GMT 1
^^ Small segments like that help the writers more than people think.
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Post by Aladdin on Apr 24, 2005 22:09:53 GMT 1
Quite a few n00bs like to go after the blood pack.
Response to Lockjaw:
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"Lose Yourself" hits the arena, red fireworks fall from the bottom of the titantron and the sides of the ramp. Aladdin comes walking out from behind the curtain, through the fireworks and straight to the ring, without a second thought. He slides under the bottom rope and grabs a mic from the ring announcer.
Aladdin: It seems the Blood Pack has caught the eye of a few people as of late. First there was DLK, during his short stint at p2pw. Then Stevo316 made his return and vowed to take out the Blood Pack and even joined his little D-Unit to got some help, if i'm not mistaken. The most recent one has been, a new member to p2pw, Joe Belleghem, who suspiciouly reminds me off the released DLK; but that's not what i'm here to say. There were others who have staked claims to take out myself and the Blood Pack, but to be honest i've forgotten who they are, they're just too insignificant. Haters, haters, haters! People come into this fed, and try to make a name for themselves too quickly. Don't go after the big dogs, just cause you think that'll get you respect. Start low down, with the likes ofthe NIN Horror or Darkness King. At least you'd last longer than five minutes with them. The Blood Pack are only concerned with the elite. But Joe Belgium, thats your name, right? You wanna go after the Deacon, the head of the church, the person who should have been the new pope. Well he's busy, so why don't you just take on me. I'm always up for a laugh and the joke is on you. If you can manage to persuade either Rocky, Stare, Shinns or now Soundscream for a match with me, be my guest. But when i beat you, please take my advise and stay down. Don't be like Stevo316, whose ass i had to beat twice. You get one match, no more. I've got more important things to worry about, Darth Peccatus and Trent Acid. Darth I wan my rematch. Trent you don't disrespect the Blood Pack and get away with it. One last thing to say to you Joe Belgium. Blood id thicker than water. Don't fricken' mess with the Blood Pack. We're Bound by Blood, and sworn into a pact that no being can break.
Aladdin drops the mic and jumps over the top rope landing on his feet on the floor.
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Post by brockandsable on Apr 25, 2005 17:47:33 GMT 1
^^ Small segments like that help the writers more than people think. Then hopefully the writers help the One Man Killing Machine to some marks in the win column.
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Post by Aladdin on Apr 25, 2005 18:16:32 GMT 1
What about segments like my one above?
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Post by Darth Peccatus on Apr 25, 2005 18:46:14 GMT 1
Location: Bridge of Imperial-class Star Destroyer Dominating Destiny. Time: 1814, London time.>With several whines of protest, one of the multitude of RBCs (Random Blinking Consoles) in the communications pit spat forth a fresh datacard audio/visual recording. This was handed to Admiral Duthie, who verified the contents on a nearby datapad, and found this...<>Raising an eyebrow inquisitively, Duthie went to deliver the card to his superior, Darth Peccatus. The Sith Lord was found in his personal meditation/recovery chamber, which bore a striking resemblance to an enormous disco globe. Duthie cleared his throat, and Darth quickly shoved his copies of 'Barely Legal' magazine out of view.<Darth: "Yes, Admiral... hurrr, haaa..." Duthie: "Sir, you're doing it again." Darth: "It's not for... hurrr, haaa...effect, I'm just extremely... hurrrr, haaa...worn out, is all. From all the gir...ah...humidity in this spaceship. Tell engineering to turn down the air-con!" Duthie: "I shall, sir, but I think you should hear this first." >Duthie plays the recording. "I want my rematch", says the synthesised recording of Aladdin. Darth Peccatus blinks several times, before his brow furrows in confusion.<Darth: "Rematch?" Duthie: "Yes, sir." Darth: "But...the first match hasn't happened yet...so how can we refight a non-existent contest?" Duthie: "Oh, no!" >At Darth's words, swirling vortexes begin to appear throughout the room, generating massive gravitational force and sucking in anything that's not anchored down...including the Admiral and Peccatus.<Duthie: " Sir, you've created wormholes in the space-time continuum!" Darth: " Is that bad?" Duthie: " We'll be sucked through pinhole-sized portals that will compress our innards so greatly that they'll pop out of our mouths and splatter all over - Oh, hey, I'm fine!" >Duthie managed to escape into the outside corridor by the skin of his teeth. Darth Peccatus, however, isn't quite so lucky.<Darth: "NYAAA AAAAAAAAAARRGH!" >The Sith Lord vanishes, never to return...<TLocation: Same. Time: Post-TNT.>Another vortex appears in midair, and deposits the thoroughly dizzy Darth Peccatus onto the floor of his personal sanctum. Okay, I lied about the 'never to return' bit, but I had to maintain interet somehow! Struggling to find his bearings - they fell out of his pockets somewhere in the 16th century - Darth staggers up...and comes face-to-face with himself. Both Sith blink several times.<Darth (Present): "...Wow." Darth (Future): "Wow." Darth (Present): "You are incredibly handsome!" Darth (Future): "I was just gonna say the same thing." Darth (Present): "Aww...but before I get too attached, you mind telling me your name?" Darth (Future): "I am Darth Peccatus, peasant." Darth (Present): "But...that's me. I'm Darth Peccatus." Darth (Future): "Shurely shome mishtake?" Darth (Present): "Connery impressions will not change my mind...though full marks for effort. Wait; has TNT broadcasted?" Darth (Future): "Yes." Darth (Present): "Ah, good, you can help...Aladdin wants a rematch." Darth (Future): "They always do. But heed this, Aladdin; you barely survived the might of the Empire the first time. I don't make the same mistake twice. Though I'd prefer to eliminate the Deacon and eradicate your pithy little band at the source, if you wish to die horribly then I will welcome you." Darth (Present): "Nice." Darth (Future): "You'd have done the same, no doubt." Darth (Present): "True...anyway, must dash. I don't wish to get in the wrong warphole and end up missing the EastEnders omnibus." Darth (Future): "It's good last week." Darth (Present): "Don't spoil it! Anyway, cheers." Darth (Future): "May the Force be your b***h." Darth (Present): "We're allowed to curse?" Darth (Future): "We're Sith, man. We do whatever we please." Darth (Present): "F**kin' cool." >With that, the present-day Darth leaps back into the wormhole, and is sucked once again across time...<Location: Same. Time: 65 Million Years in the past.>The ground underfoot squelches with moisture. Volcanic eruptions are commonplace. The earth, the sea and the sky are all ruled by gigantic lizards with the intelligence of the average Glaswegian and the muscles of both Arnie and Sly combined. Suddenly, that same wormhole appears, and Darth Peccatus steps into this hostile world, a complete stranger...<Darth: "Well, uh...this sure don't look like Kansas?" >Darth is cut off by a sound of thunder; deep bass notes in a regular rhythm, steadily increasing in volume...until an Allosaurus strides into view. Its mouth is easily large enough to hold five Darths, and its yellow eyes show a terrible hunger, accentuated by the rivulets of drool that fall from its lips as it screams into the face of our favourite Sith...<Allosaurus: " EEEEYYYYYAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!" >Darth stands in silence for a moment, before his eyebrows raise silently in question...<Darth: "...Is that you, McKenna?" >Endeth.<
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Post by Aladdin on Apr 25, 2005 20:36:01 GMT 1
^hehehe. Thats some funny stuff. Mckenna is an allosaurus.
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Post by McKenna on Apr 25, 2005 21:21:39 GMT 1
I must admit I was impressed with that.
Good job
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Post by Aladdin on Apr 25, 2005 21:29:52 GMT 1
Damn straight you were allosaurus. ;D
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