P2PW's TNT (8/07 - 8/11) Preview, Promos, & Voting

[shinnstheory]

Your construction smells of corruption. I manipulate to recreate. This air to ground saga. Gotta launder my karma...

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Kacey Garcia is shown, with a microphone in her hand, approaching Shinn's Theory, who is talking to the parking attendants just outside of the arena.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] He's suppose to be here tonight. Make sure he gets the best spot available. Don't screw this up.

Kacey Garcia quickly slides in.

Kacey Garcia:[/b] Shinn's Theory, how does it feel to be....

Shinn's quickly interrupts Kacey.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Maybe later hun...

Shinn's slips the parking attendant a One Hundred Dollar bill. He then enters walks passed Kacey and enters the arena. Kacey seems quite confused. She then looks towards the parking attendant.

Kacey Garcia:[/b] What was that all about?

The parking attendant looks towards Kacey. He smirks, just before walking off. Kacey is left outside of the arena, baffled.

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Inside, Rocky is shown pacing...scratching his chin. The camera is panned in only on him.

Rocky:[/b] Your match at Wrestlefever is one of the biggest matches of the night. The prize is like no other. You have the biggest opportunity you'll ever have in the near future. How do I feel about this? I don't think you're ready for this. I don't think you deserve this. In fact, I think this match is a terrible idea.

The camera pans to the opposite side of the room. In one line, in seperate chairs, sits Cole Slocum, Stevo316, Funamie, Vegeta, "The NZA" NIN Horror, S.K.Y., Wolverine, J.T. Blade, Starcrunch, and Chilly Willy. Each of them look on as Rocky continues.

Rocky:[/b] I mean, give me a break. Think of it this way. Cole Slocum. What if you win? Of course you'll want a shot at the World Title. What the hell kind of main event is that? Cole Slocum vs. Stare or Nation, if he were to win the title. Give me a break.

The camera pans in on Cole's face, who appears furious.

Rocky:[/b] Funamie, what if you were to walk out the winner? Do you think you're ready to be a main eventer? Hell, to be honest, I don't even know you. That's why I told you to wear that name tage.

The camera zooms in on Funamie's name tag.

"The NZA" NIN Horror:[/b] Heh... you're wearing a name tag.

Rocky:[/b] Was I talking to you?

"The NZA" NIN Horror:[/b] I thought you were talking to all of us.

Rocky stares at NZA.

"The NZA" NIN Horror:[/b] You know, about the Ultimate Battle Royal. Wrestlefever II... Ummm... The match. The prize... Ermm.. Shot at any title... Name tags... Slocum... heh.. That's a funny name.

Rocky:[/b] Done yet?

"The NZA" NIN Horror:[/b] Done what?

Rocky:[/b] What?

"The NZA" NIN Horror:[/b] Nothing, why?

Rocky:[/b] Being a smart ass?

J.T. Blade:[/b] You know, Slocum IS a funny name.

Starcrunch begins to laugh.

S.K.Y.:[/b] Slocum.

Funamie lets out a chuckle.

Rocky:[/b] Enough!

The room becomes silent.

Rocky:[/b] Jesus. It's like talking to 10 children.

Voice:[/b] Make that 11.

The camera pans towards the open door. Spackle is shown standing in the doorway.

Rocky:[/b] Yea, I almost forgot about your match tonight with Funamie.

Spackle:[/b] I didn't. The fact is, I plan on winning that match and taking her spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal.

Funamie stands from her chair.

Funamie:[/b] Fat chance kid!

Wolverine stands up.

Wolverine:[/b] It doesn't matter either way. You're looking at the winner.

Stevo316 stands.

Stevo316:[/b] Is that a fact?

Chilly Willy stands.

Chilly Willy:[/b] No, it's not a fact. Put your money on the Lady's Man.

Vegeta stands.

Vegeta:[/b] That's a losing bet when you've got Vegeta in the match.

Suddenly, Cole leaps out of his chair and attacks NZA. An all out brawl erupts inside the room. Rocky looks on shaking his head. He calmly walks out of the room as the group continue to beat one another. J.T. Blade follows Rocky out. The camera catches one more glimpse of the brawl just before the door closes. Rocky looks towards J.T. Blade.

Rocky:[/b] What? Not the fighting type.

J.T. Blade:[/b] I like a good old brawl just as much as the next guy. But, I ain't missin' Viva La Bam to prance around that room with those fairies.

J.T. Blade walks off leaving Rocky outside of the room, listening to the brawl occuring inside.

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The crowd erupts as Nation, sporting a bandaged forehead, is shown walking towards Theory's office. Before he has a chance to knock, Theory opens the door as if he were leaving.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Hey Nation. How's the head?

Nation:[/b] Stitches will be out within a few days.

Shinn's nods.

Nation:[/b] Has that son of a bitch shown up yet?

Shinn's Theory:[/b] I haven't seen him. And, to be honest, I'm not sure I want to. He played the both of us for weeks. I make that bitch the General Manager of Blitz and this is what he does. When you became number one contender for the World Title, I thought to myself "man, two great friends headlining WrestleFever II.... it doesn't get much better than that"... But, now I truely hope you walk out the new World Champion, but not before shelfing the current one.

Nation:[/b] No worries there mate. I plan on torturing him like no other.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Good. And you'll have a long time to do so...

Nation looks confused.

Nation:[/b] Long time to do so? What does that mean?

Shinn's Theory:[/b] It means that your match....

Suddenly, Theory stops. He squints his eyes, looking passed Nation. Nation turns around to see what Shinn's Theory is looking at.

Nation:[/b] What the hell?

Theory begins to laugh.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Sweet!

Nation looks back towards Theory.

Nation:[/b] What the hell is he doing here?

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Nation, that man has come here tonight to sign a contract.

The camera zooms in on the figure walking towards Nation and Shinn's Theory. Firefly is shown approaching the two. Theory extends his hand and the two men shake. Nation looks on in confusion.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] I'm glad you made it.

Firefly:[/b] Well, we I got your call, I couldn't resist.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] I'm glad. The contract is right inside my office. Let's go look it over.

Firefly:[/b] Let's do it.

Shinn's Theory opens the door and allows Firefly to enter first. Theory looks towards Nation.

Shinn's Theory:[/b] Join us?

Nation, still looking very confused, enters the office. Theory enters and the door closes behind him. Zeroin fades and the crowd is stunned.

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Last week's Blitz! had quite the surprising ending. It has been made public, backstage, that the higher-ups haven't been able to contact Stare since the occurance. Stare isn't scheduled to be in attendence tonight. However, many people hope the World Champion does show up tonight, especially his opponent at WrestleFever II, Nation. Stay tuned to see if any questions will be answered regarding this huge development.

Also on Blitz! last week, we saw the team of ChadClassic and Tyler Stone defeat Chilly Willy and Starcrunch. This set in stone the Tag Team Title match at Wrestlfever II. The champions, MVP-Don and Trent Acid will be defending their titles against, not one, but two teams. These teams are Deathrow, and ChadClassic and Tyler Stone. Tonight, one man from each of these three teams will be involved in the same match. MVP-Don will go head to head against former bWo mate, Cactus. These two men have a lot of history together. However, ChadClassic was named the Special Guest Referee. With Chad added to the mix, we can expect nothing short of a heated main event.

Dickie Cha'Mone seemed quite surprised last week when Da Man challenged him to a match at WrestleFever II. Will Dickie Cha'Mone accept the challenge? Dickie was spotted earlier backstage. Tonight, he MUST answer the question we all want to know. Will Cha'Mone square off against Da Man in a Non-Sanctioned Rage Rules Street Match at Fever?

We are already off to a rough start. Each participant in Fever's Ultimate Battle Royal are already tearing each other apart. This could be a bad thing for both P2PW newcomer, Spackle, and Funamie. These two are competing tonight to see who gets a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal. This Battle Royal match is being billed as one of the biggest matches in the history of the P2PW. Will Spackle succeed and secure his spot in this match? We'll see.

Firefly is in attendence. This comes to a shock for everybody. Why is he backstage, in Shinn's Theory's office? What contract is he signing? Tonight, we'll find out.

Expect four MAJOR announcements regarding WrestleFever II tonight. Have new matches been signed? Have stipulations to old matches been added? Only time will tell....
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Tonight's Matches

Single's Match
_The J-Man vs. Stevo316

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Dickie Cha'Mone's Response to Da Man's Challenge

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal
Spackle vs. Funamie

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)
MVP-Don vs. Cactus[/b][/center]

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Deadline - August 11th, 2005 - 8pm EST

[ChadClassic]

_the j-man
Spackle
Cactus

[Reaper]

Single's Match
Stevo316

Dickie Cha'Mone's Response to Da Man's Challenge

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal
Spackle

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)
MVP-Don (I think he needs this more)

[shinnstheory]

_the j-man

Spackle

MVP-Don (agreeing with Rock on this one)

[The Great JT]

_the j-man
Spackle
Cactus

[Red Ninja]

j man
Spackle
Cactus

[Spackle]

j-man
Myself
Cactus

[Cactus]

Stevo

Spackle

Cactus

Promo cometh

[Aladdin]

_The J-Man
Spackle
MVP-Don

[Faster Pussycat!]

_The J-Man
Spackle
Cactus

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Single's Match
_The J-Man

Dickie Cha'Mone's Response to Da Man's Challenge

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal
Spackle

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)
MVP-Don

[soulreaper]

J-man
Spackle
Cactus

[Stare]

_the j-man
Spackle
MVP-Don

[brockandsable]

Stevo316
Funamie
Cactus

Good luck playas.

[_the j-man]

_the j-man
Spackle
MVP-Don

[stocko]

Tonight's Matches

Single's Match
Stevo316

Dickie Cha'Mone's Response to Da Man's Challenge

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal
Spackle

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)
MVP-Don


a promo in the hand is worth 45 on a bus..............erm, i will promo tomorrow

[Scream]

Tonight's Matches

Single's Match
_The J-Man

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal
Spackle

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)

ini mini mini MVP-DON
Very tough decision, should be a great match

[Gormy]

Stevo316


Funamie

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly - just to say..i cant wait for this!!

Main Event - Single's Match

MVP-Don

[Amie]

_The J-Man
Funamie
Cactus

promo to follow

[Nation]

The J Man
Spackle
FOOKIN' HORRIBLE TO PICK EITHER ONE! This one is going to split the Liverpool posse down the middle. Micko needs the win more but I think if Cactus got the win, it makes the title match at Wrestlefever2 that little bit more interesting, so to cut a long ramble short- Cactus.

[Spackle]

[glow=purple,2,300]El Promisimo![/glow]

(The scene opens inside a small bar. Much noise can be heard from off-camera, as if a large party were going on out of the camera’s view. The atmosphere is very sad, despite the background noise, as the only thing that inhabits the dank bar are bald, out of shape, depressed businessmen, who are identified by their cheap three-piece suits and tired expressions. Even the bartender is aware of the stench of failure, exemplified when he ignores one of his patrons at the bar signaling for him, and continues to clean a glass.)

Barfly: Hey you bastard, I want a goddamn drink!

(The bartender continues to ignore the drunk, but the camera focuses in tight on his face. Some may recognize the man as Jack Kent, the effeminate JDLA interviewer. He stands out as the only man in the bar who still has hair, as well as the only one making a sound.)

Jack: Did you here me you dirty queer!?

(The camera pans back out, and gets a shot of the bartender. He seems rather annoyed, and finally pays some attention to Jack. He sets down the glass he was cleaning, and walks over to Jack. Jack smirks, and is about to say something, when the bartender grabs him by the collar, and pulls him halfway across the bar. He then leans in, and whispers something inaudible in his ear. He then lets go of Jack, who stumbles back a bit, and looks at the bartender with wide, frightened eyes. Jack reaches for his back pocket, never taking his eyes off of the bartender, and pulls out his wallet. Before opening it up, he makes a quick glance in the camera’s general direction, and suddenly grows a sack, as shown by his cocky expression. He puts his wallet back, and struts up to the bartender.)

Jack: Ya know, I’m a little short at the moment, but if you spot me my drinks, I’ll forget the whole “Chop you up and put you in the freezer” bit.

(Jack knocks on the bar twice, and starts walking toward the camera. He walks past it, and it follows him. We now see that the ongoing noise heard in the background was that of an airport, as the large terminal outside the bar would suggest. Jack walks towards the other side of the large airport hallway. The camera films over his shoulder, and we see some large, familiar pink dreadlocks protruding above several other people’s heads as they get off a plane. Jack starts jumping and waving his arms to try and get Spackle’s attention, which he finally does. Spackle walks over with a grimace on his face, and stops right in front of the camera. He’s wearing some jean shorts, a t-shirt with his name and a smiley face with pink dreads on it, and a pair of fake Oakley sunglasses.)

Spackle: Jack, what are you ding here?

Jack: I’m here to interview you buddy.

Spackle: I understand that, but seriously, what are you doing here? I locked you in the strongest dungeon in the JDLA headquarters building.

Jack: You mean when you handcuffed me to a toilet seat in the men’s room of an IHOP?

Spackle: Yeah! How the hell did you get out?

Jack: Well, I passed out after awhile, and when I woke up, the handcuffs were gone and my pants were in the toilet.

(Spackle looks at Jack, and takes a step back.)

Spackle: Okay… that’s disgusting.

Jack: No more disgusting than wanting to be called playmate of the apes.

(Spackle slaps Jack. This surprises a few people who are walking by.)

Spackle: Shut up.

(Jack is rubbing the side of his face, when out of nowhere, someone punches him right in the face. Blood squirts out of his nose, and gets on Spackle’s pants. Jack goes down hard. The camera turns quickly to see the bartender, who stomps on Jack’s head for good measure, flips him over and takes his wallet. He empties it of money and drops it on Jack. People are gathering around to see whats happening. The bartender goes back to his bar, while Spackle bends over and slaps Jack a couple times to wake him up.)

Spackle: C’mon stupid, get your ass up.

(Jack starts coming to.)

Jack: Ahhhhhhh…

(Jack covers his nose, and sits up.)

Jack: Ahhhhh… what the hell Spackle!? You’re just gonna let him do that?

Spackle: Uhhh… yeah? What, did you think I would defend your honor?

Jack: Kinda…

Spackle: Twat.

Jack: I think I’m gonna be sick. Can I at least get my interview now?

(Spackle ponders this for a moment, then looks at Jack.)

Spackle: Sure, but I’m not gonna do it on the floor. Bring your ass over to the seats.

(Spackle stands up, pushes his way through the gawkers, and walks over to the seats next to a terminal. He sits down, and the camera follows him. It stops when it’s got Spackle, and a chair to his right in the picture. A minute goes by, and Jack finally hobbles his way over to the vacant seat next to Spackle. He’s about to sit down when Spackle kicks him in the back of the knee. Jack falls to his knees and lets out a small yelp. He turns to Spackle.)

Jack: What the hell?

(Spackle signals for him to sit in a chair off screen, to the right of the vacant chair Jack gives him a surprised look, and then gets up to sit in the far chair. The camera readjusts to get all three chairs in the shot.)

Jack: Whats with that?

Spackle: One: I don’t want anymore of your blood all over me, and two: I don’t want people getting the wrong idea.

(Jack’s mouth is hanging open, and a small trickle of blood from his nose is emptying into it. He closes his mouth and coughs, and then pulls a microphone out of his pocket. He holds it up to his mouth, and looks at the camera.)

Jack: Hello, I’m Jack Kent, personal interviewer for wrestling mega-stars such as Spackle, NIN Horror, and several other major pulls in the wrestling world. Today, I’ll be speaking with the former, Spackle, about his debut at person to person wrestling, and get an idea of what he wants to accomplish there.

(Jack moves the microphone to Spackle, who yanks it away, and throws it off camera. Jack looks taken aback, but continues with the interview.)

Jack: Uhhh, okay, Spackle, why are you coming to a place like p2pw?

Spackle: Because Ninny’s here.

Jack: Okay… care to elaborate?

Spackle: Well, one day, NIN called me and told me of this wonderful place where the rings were made of chocolate and the wrestlers were made of gumdrops, and unlike other feds, we were actually allowed to eat our opponents! Of course, after I signed the contract, I found out this wasn’t true, as one guy by the name of Chad punched me in the temple when I tried to bite him. It was a little later that day that NIN told me why we were really here.

Jack: And why was that?

Spackle: Something about honor, and that we had to cripple as many wrestlers as possible… it’s pretty complicated, I don’t think you’d understand it.

(Spackle scratches his head.)

Jack: Fine, fine, so, what is your major goal here?

Spackle: To… beat people up?

Jack: Ah, yes, and as we all know, you’re scheduled for a match with Fum-, Fuuf, Funaimai. What are your thoughts on this?

Spackle: ‘aunno.

Jack: You bastard.

Spackle: Are you drunk Jack?

Jack: This isn’t about you!

(Jack runs off crying. The camera watches him leave, and as he’s crying into his hands, he trips over a suitcase and falls over. The camera turns back to Spackle, who gets up, and walks over to Jack, who is face down on the floor. The camera runs over to them, while Spackle kneels down, and turns Jack’s bloody head to the side. Spackle gets back up, and starts walking down the large airport hallway. The camera follows. It walks behind Spackle for a few minutes, and notices that a few people are giving Spackle strange looks. He finally turns into a large room. Inside is a conveyer belt, and a large sign that says baggage claim. Spackle looks up at a smaller sign that says not to sit or play on the conveyer belt. Spackle ignores the sign, and sits on the edge. He sits looking expectantly past the camera for a few minutes, until he stands up. He’s still looking past the camera, and finally, the camera turns to see none other than The NZA, NIN Horror. He’s wearing some baggy rice pants, a green shirt that says Soylent!, and some gold jewel encrusted sunglasses. He walks over to Spackle, and gives him a manly hug. He then backs away.)

NIN: So, you made it. I thought you might back out of your match.

Spackle: Since when have I backed out of a match.

NIN: Well, there was that couple-dozen times when you forgot about it because you were held up playing Duckhunt.

Spackle: Oh yeah. He he he, stupid ducks.

NIN: So, did you see Jack outside?

Spackle: Nope.

NIN: Huh. I told him to meet you here.

(NIN scratches his head.)

NIN: Guess I’ll just have to lock him in the freezer again. So, you ready for your first match in Shit-brick wrestling?

(Spackle and NIN both sit on the edge of the conveyer belt.)

Spackle: Yeah, knock a few nit-wits out of my way, and I’ll win the world title within five matches.

(NIN stands up, and slaps Spackle hard, knocking him off-balance. Spackle falls to his side on the conveyer belt, but gets back up quickly. He stares at NIN.)

Spackle: The f**k?

NIN: You’ll be lucky to make it to five matches before this retarded f**king place kicks you out on your ass.

Spackle: What, the airport?

(NIN slaps Spackle again. He doesn’t lose balance this time.)

Spackle: F**kin stop!

NIN: p2p you dumbass!

Spackle: Okay! You don’t like them! I get it, just stop slapping me.

NIN: Oh, sorry. I just watched Glory by Honor. Samoa Joe was slapping the shit out of Low Ki!

Spackle: Well damn, wait until you have a match to do that.

(NIN and Spackle sit back down.)

Spackle: So what can you tell me about my opponent?

NIN: Funamie? Nothing. The only thing I know is that she lost her only match she had with this company.

Spackle: Not to much of a threat, eh?

NIN: Probably not. But remember your track record with women. You got kicked out of a fed once for that whole “I’ll rip off your boobs” shit.

Spackle: Yeah. I was gonna turn them into candy dish’s and use them as conversation pieces. Wait though, that was just a really fat guy I was wrestling!

NIN: Doesn’t matter. You had to go through 50 hours of sensitivity training because of that.

Spackle: Oh yeah.

NIN: Yeah. Remember? I had to sit through that crap too. Spackle?

Spackle: Yeah?

NIN: Don’t ever put me down as your legal guardian again.

(They both sit in silence for a couple minutes.)

NIN: So, where’s your luggage?

Spackle: Oh, I didn’t bring any.

NIN: Then what the hell are we waiting here for?

Spackle: ‘aunno.

(NIN sighs. He gets up, and walks off. Spackle is quick to follow, as is the camera. They‘re all walking in the main hall again.)

Spackle: So, If I beat this Funamie chick, I get to be in a match for any belt here I want, right?

NIN: Well, no, you have to beat me first.

Spackle: Oh, you mean you and all those other douche bags in the match at Wrestlefever?

NIN: No.

Spackle: Oh. Well, when I win, I think I’ll go for the world title. Yeah, defiantly the world title.

NIN: You still have to beat Funamie.

Spackle: Uh huh. How many women have gone up against?

NIN: Two.

Spackle: And how many did I beat?

NIN: None, the feds died out before you could have your match.

Spackle: Exactly, undefeated, and now I’m going against a second-rate Lita! Come to think of it, all the women I’ve gone against were second-rate Lita’s. Why is that?

NIN: Because every woman you’ve kinda-sorta wrestled has been an unoriginal, unispired twit, who, instead of being herself and learning some worthwhile wrestling skills, decides to be a “bad-girl” and give the world really bad flippity-floppity moves. It’s why most women’s wrestling is dead.

Spackle: Whoa, I was just gonna make a joke about her sucking dick like Lita, but that’s much better.

NIN: Spack, we’re gold nuggets covered in pig shit. We gotta polish ourselves off, make everyone see us shine, before a country that is so used to pig shit will notice the goddamn gold sitting in their laps.

Spackle: Wow, now I’m hungry. Oooh, a chili’s!

(Spackle points to a nearby Chili’s, and breaks into a sprint to the entrance, knocking a couple people out of his way. NIN stops, sighs, and looks back at the camera. He makes a neck cut gesture, and the camera blacks out.)

[_the j-man]

The camera is showing a black screen but we hear the background of a gym and we hear, "1... 2.... 3..... 4..... 5......" And the camera fades on to the scene and it shows _the j-man doing massive amounts of push-ups and his good ol' trainer, Smokey. Is there hitting a "cigar" as he has a cocky smile on his face.

Smokey:
That's right, champ! That's right, champ! Faster! Faster!

_the j-man continues his push-ups and we see Smokey put his foot on top of his back as he laughs and hits the "cigar" quickly and then blows it down on _the j-man's face. He smells it and collapses.

_the j-man:
You can't do that, mang! What the hell are you thinkin'?

Smokey:
Element of surprise, you failed. 100 more push-ups.

_the j-man:
What motherfuckah? Hell nah. Oh hell nah!

Smokey:
Listen here. You respect me, I ain't your daddy ok. You can't beat me up, boy.

_the j-man:
I know man, but c'mon it's that Steve kid. Again!

Smokey:
The kid is good. He isn't a pushover, you may have beat him the first time because of the...

_the j-man:
Element of surprise. I get ya, boss. That's why I like you homie.

The two long friends take a seat and have a little session with the "cigar" as we flash forward in time. The two of them have glazed eyes, giggling and start laughing hystarically.

_the j-man:
Oh man! Simz, that whack ass mofo. Oh my god! I can't wait for WrestleFever 2, I can't wait! I'm going to prove that not only does that P2PW World Heavyweight Championship belt belong around my waist! I'm going to make sure that I will be remembered in P2PW and the wrestling world.

Smokey:
Relax, one thing at a time. First you need to beat Steveo 3:16 one more time, you don't want to lose your undefeated record. You want to walk into WrestleFever 2 undefeated and you want to walk out WrestleFever 2, undefeated. That's how you'll get noticed, it happened last time in Miami when you took over that federation. Same in New York City and London. You can do it here, this is where the top talent is, the Shinn's Theory's, Stare's, Nation's... There all here.

_the j-man:
I'll be ready, boss. I'm going to show up at the flagship show of P2PW, TNT. I'm going to make sure that Steveo wished he never accepted a rematch with me. This time, I'm going to make sure that he won't walk out of that ring, he may have heart. But I have to crush it, no better yet, his SOUL... I will crush his soul! I want Simz to watch and learn, learn that I'm better than him. Learn that he messed with the wrong "n00b". This motherfuckah going to learn that you don't cross my path, disrespect it and expect to walk away unharmed. Soon everyone in P2PW will know what PAIN is, the true definition... and you know why...?!

Smokey:
BECAUSE YOUR A BLACK MAN!!! Now do those push-ups, champ!

_the j-man:
No problem, dawg.

_the j-man goes back to the ground doing push-ups as the same pace as we came into the scene first. Smokey smiles as he counts faster and claps louder as we fade to black we hear, "THAT'S IT CHAMP! THAT'S IT CHAMP!". Fin.

[Cactus]

Firefly is seen walking down the hallway with John McKay half walking half running behind him.

John McKay“Firefly a quick word please, if I can get you on superstar Sunday maybe I will be able to salvage a little bit of pride, and maybe my wife will let me back into my house”

Firefly turns looks back at McKay, a huge smile appears on his face. McKay begins to thank Firefly but as the camera pans around we see Cactus standing behind McKay.

The two men greet each other warmly, they have had their wars but a great respect exists between the two of them.


Cactus“Its good to see you again, its been to long, after Wrestlefever if you can get yourself a partner, I want you to take a shot at me an my partner E2 for the Tag gold. Before you go I have a present for you. I need McKay here so I will stop him following you around like a fucked up schoolgirl with a crush. I will see after the show.”

The two men shake hands, McKay tries to sneak away but Cactus just grabs him by the back if his suit and drags him into deathrows locker room.

The camera gets in just before the door closes, Cactus roughly sits John on a hard-backed chair and lies on the couch. The camera pans around, there are comics on the floor and E2’s gear is hanging up.


Cactus“Tonight John I am going to give you a interview you will never forget, tonight you get to interview one half of the new P2PW tag team champions.”

Cactus raises himself up of the couch and runs around the couch in the familiar soccer pose of “the aeroplane”. He then starts dancing on the balls of his feet with his arms raised as if he has just won the World Series / super-bowl / world cup all at once.

John McKay“Erm Cactus what are you doing?”

Cactus stops mid silent cheer, and glares at John McKay, pretends to stretch and sits back down.

John McKay“Okay cactus, tonight you take on not only one half of the tag champs, but also a former friend and running buddy from the b.W.o days, how are you feeling about that?”

Cactus cracks his neck, looks straight at the camera and takes a deep breath, he holds it for a moment then exhales

Cactus“Mick, Mick, Mick, tonight we are going to headline TNT, remember the days back in Liverpool we dreamed of getting out of that shitty job working for that shitty cable provider.

We would sit on that 3rd floor looking out over the dock front surrounded by all the classy apartments and talk that one-day we would be famous enough and financially secure enough to buy one of those.

Well here we are 3 years later, I am the former International champion, and you are a tag champion for the largest wrestling federation in North America.

We should be happy, we have homes that should be on cribs, cars that belong in only the best garages, women who belong in playboy.

Yet we are not happy, you see the way we imagined it, we would do it together but tonight I have to get in that ring and I have to hurt a man I once considered a friend. Not because I have been told to, oh no because I want to.”

Cactus stands up and starts pacing in front of the camera, saliva builds up in the corners of his mouth and he starts shouting at the camera and John McKay.

Cactus“ Mick wanted me out of the b.W.o before Koas died, he only ever wanted it to be him, gormy and UKG. So when I had my little accident well Mick viewed that as killing 2 birds with one stone. He got rid of kaos and me that night.

Then he went after Nation time and time again, he claimed they had problems from a while back, but I don’t know about them.

Lets fast forward a little and here we are tonight, lets look back, you have a returning UKG from a brutal match for the world championship, Nation is going for the world championship, Gormy is going for the rage belt, and I was the international champ.

Now look at Mick, he was a perennial loser when he tried to be a singles star, then once he had people to back him up he manages to fluke a win over basically just Red Ninja. And he know has a tag team belt.

Mick cannot do it on his own, we have all seen him in action on his own, he cant do it, so he needs a partner, so tonight I will beat MVP-Don or whatever the fuck he is calling himself, then Next week at WrestleFever I will Kick it again and take his Title.

D-Unit you have been placed on Deathrow, and it all starts tonight!”

Cactus sits back down as John Mckay asks him another question.

John McKay“How do you feel about Chad being the special guest referee? I mean do you trust him with wrestlefever2 around the corner, can you and MVP-Don trust him in the ring tonight?"

Cactus“I don’t know if I can trust him, that’s why E2 has told me that if Chad tries to screw me tonight he will “knock the black of his ass”. So Chad, do yourself a favour or there will only be 1 team in the triple threat match, Deathrow.

Now get the fuck out of my locker-room I have a match to get ready for!”

The camera backs out of the room as we see Cactus start his stretches to warm up an it goes black as John McKay puts his hand over the lens.

[McKenna]

Single's Match

Stevo316

Dickie Cha'Mone's Response to Da Man's Challenge

Singles Match - Winner get's a spot in the Ultimate Battle Royal

Spackle

Huge Announcement Regarding Firefly

Main Event - Single's Match
(Special Guest Referee: ChadClassic)

MVP-Don ( I see a screw job here personally)


[glow=red,2,300]Storyline Promo[/glow]

McKenna hangs up his cell phone, with the words "Yeah, Rocky's calling me later", and turns his attention to Kasey Garcia. The crowd cheers as they see he is wearing a retro bWo vest (P2PW Merchandise, $29.99)

KG Mack, tonight your challenge will be answered. After the months of taunts from Dickie, do you think last week, you got his attention?

Mack Months. I leave for WWE, as part of Rocky's grand plan to make P2PW the number 1 fed in wrestling today. I make the single biggest statement in wrestling, by taking the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, a title worn by Lou Theze, Harley Race, Dusty Rhodes, Ric Flair (wooo's from the crowd - Mack smiles). Legends all of them. I took that belt and confined it to a watery grave.

And what do I get in return? I get some punk kid, who hides behind Micko mocking me, and my achievements.

Tonight, he answers my challenge. Tonight, he will say yes.

KG How can you be so sure? No one has seen him since you speared him through that vending machine.

Mack Dont worry, he will get through tonight in one piece, if he gives me the answer I want. But then again, that's if he isnt too busy doing the dishes at home, or bringing the groceries in from the car, or generally being his wife's bitch.

KG Excuse me?

Mack Thing is Kasey, I have my spies everywhere, and they tell me that Mr "Shoot Promo" is enjoying married life a little too much. I hear he quite enjoys wearing the pink Marigolds round the house. Quite the domestic god.

Mack then grabs the camera, and looks directly into it

Mack Listen to me boy, and you listen good and clear. You better get written permission from your wife to be at WrestleFever. I've got a ringside ticket for her right here. You see, you snot nosed little bastard, I'm going to make you pay for every single comment you made about me.

I'm going to tear you apart in front of your bride, and I'm going to damn well enjoy it. And when I'm done, I'm going to hand her your heart, still beating, from out of your chest.

Does that grab your attention? I hope your answer is "Yes" tonight, if it's a "No", or a "i'll think about it", I will find you, probably at home with a duster in your hand, and an apron on, cooking the Sunday Dinner. I'll find you, and I will drag you through the streets, all the way to Fever.

Do the right thing, and face your fate, with what little manhood you have left.

Mack's cell goes off, and he waves Casey away, the camera picking up Mack saying "Hey Rock-o"

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

My Votes[/b]

The j_Man
Spackle
Cactus