TNT Preview, Promos & Votes: May 30 - June 4 2006

[Aladdin]

LIVE from the Pepsi Arena, Albany, New York

The scene opens up with Aladdin walking towards McKenna’s office with a look of confusion on his face. Holding a note in his hand, he reaches the commissioner’s office. He knocks on the door and then opens it. Stepping in, he looks for McKenna and locates him behind his desk. McKenna gestures for him to come over and so Aladdin does.

Aladdin: You know, you could have simply come to my changing room, instead of send this note. I was getting ready for my match.

McKenna: As long as I’m commissioner, what I say and do, goes.

Aladdin is taken back by McKenna’s surprising snap at him.

Aladdin: Woah. Calm down. What’s wrong?

McKenna: Sorry, it’s just this damn owner situation. There’s been some complications.

Aladdin: Anything I can do?

McKenna cocks an eyebrow.

McKenna: Can you stop time?

Aladdin looks at him as if to say “What the fuck do you think”.

McKenna: Didn’t think so. But anyway, I called you here because just like the ownership situation, there’s been some complications.

Aladdin: With what?

McKenna: Your match tonight.

Aladdin: What! Please don’t tell me you’re pulling me from it.

McKenna: I’m afraid so.

Aladdin slams his hand on McKenna’s desk in anger, but clams himself down a little.

Aladdin:Can I at least have an explanation?

McKenna: Of course. Well, last week, we all thought you would be in London. I didn’t know anything about your presence, did I?

Aladdin: No, no-one did.

McKenna: Well, because I didn’t know what you were doing, I didn’t clear the use of animals in the show. Apparently you have to have a license to hire caged animals for events like this. So, the WWF, world wildlife fund filed a complaint against TNT. And seeing as I have to run the show, I had no choice but to tell them I had no idea about it, so you’re now held responsible. You understand, right? I had no choice. I didn’t have time to deal with it because of this ownership stuff. I had to leave it on your shoulders.

Aladdin is obviously annoyed but he knows he can’t complain, as he didn’t inform McKenna of his plans.

Aladdin: Fine. I understand. But what has that got to do with me not being able to take part in the match?

McKenna: Well, I can’t have you compete while you have a charge against your name. I would if I could, but apparently I’m not allowed to. But, you can go out there, as long as it’s not in an official match. So, I thought I would have you appear on tonight’s One on One with E2 show. How’s that.

Aladdin: Yeah, that’s all well and good, but what about E2? Who’s his partner going to be?

McKenna: So, you saying you don’t want him to be in a handicap match? It would be a great advantage for you, heading into the chamber.

Aladdin: I’m positive I want him to have a partner.

McKenna: Well, I don’t want him to have one. Instead, he’ll be in a triple threat match, with Reece Somers and Simz. The winner of that match will get to choose who starts out first in the chamber match.

Aladdin: Cool. See you later, then.

Aladdin heads towards the door, as McKenna nods his head and gets back to finishing off some paper work. He pulls something out from underneath a file. He looks at it quickly and writes something down on it.

McKenna: Aladdin! Can you give this to my secretary, on your way out, please? It’s tonight’s changed card.

Aladdin turns back and takes the piece of paper.

Aladdin: Sure thing. Let me see. Keith Williams Vs. Mastadon. Wow.

McKenna: I thought Micko could use one warm up match before the big one.

Aladdin: And, The Executioner Vs. Red Ninja in a Canadian Death Match. Cool. I’ll give this to your secretary then.

McKenna: Thanks. See you out there…kinda.

Aladdin looks at McKenna with an unimpressed look.

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Tonight’s Card

ONE ON ONE with E2
Guest: “The Tiger” Aladdin

SINGLES MATCH
Keith Williams Vs. Mastadon

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner Choose Number One Entrant In The Chamber Match
E2 Vs. Reece Somers Vs. Simz

CANADIAN DEATH MATCH
The Executioner Vs. Red Ninja

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DEADLINE: Sunday 4th June @ 10pm GMT (UK Time)

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Canadian Death Match: A singles match that can be won by either making one's opponent quit via submission manuever, or by rendering one's opponent physically unable to continue. In order to win by submission, one's opponent must say, "I quit!" or tap out or be incapacitated via sleeper hold. In order to win by incapacitating one's opponent, the opponent must be unable to answer the referee's ten-count. There are no disqualifications. Count-outs are avoided because at least four "special enforcers" are stationed arround the ring. The "special enforcers" are responsible for throwing a competitor back into the ring should he fall out, much like a lumberjack match.

^Credit:wikipedia^

[brockandsable]

aladdin said:

McKenna: Thanks. See you out there…kinda.

;D


Mastadon

E2

The Executioner



Promizzle to come.....

[Aladdin]

SINGLES MATCH
Mastadon




TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner Choose Number One Entrant In The Chamber Match
E2




CANADIAN DEATH MATCH
The Executioner

[ChadClassic]

Keith Williams
E2
Red Ninja

[ddt]

Keith Williams

E2

Red Ninja

[Simz]

Keith Williams Vs. Mastadon

Simz (like it matters)

LockJaw

[stocko]

SINGLES MATCH
Mastadon

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner Choose Number One Entrant In The Chamber Match
E2




CANADIAN DEATH MATCH
Red Ninja


promo later, wasnt expecting to have a match, damn you al

[Red Ninja]

Keith
E2
Red Ninja

(Promo is in the works)

[Red Ninja]

P2PW World Heaveyweight Champion Red Ninja is standing by with a piece of white paper in his hand.

Red Ninja:Greetings P2PW dickheads, your World Heaveyweight Champion here with some things I have to address. But first the front office has forced me to read this following statement. So if you internet nerds can control your gold fish attention span listen up.

Ninja clears his throat.

Red Ninja:We here at the P2PW office do not condone the actions or language of one Cameron "Red Ninja" Tansley. We believe in the freedom of expression and the freedom of speech here, but in no way we do we as a company condone the use of racial slurs on our programming. We do not endorse it eithier and the opionions belong to Mr.Tansley himself and do not reflect those of us. We are sorry if anyone was offended by his statement last TNT in regards to calling one of our performers a racial slur. We hope this will not dapen the reputation of our fine company. Signed by P2PW Administration.

Ninja crumples up the piece of paper.

Red Ninja:For those of you who missed TNT that past to whack to homo porn I called my opponent for Sole Survivor Chad Classic the N Bomb. Don't get me wrong Im not a racist or anything, when I said it I didn't say it with any hate or discrimation in mind. It kinda slipped out. But because it's me and because these guys have a big fat chubby in relation to what I do and say they threw a hissy fit. I for one find it ridicoulous that they'd have the nerve to try and discipline me when that egotistic, self settered jackass E2 has based his whole marketing campaign using a racial slur as a catchphrase. If it were up to me I would have told them to take a flying leap off of the diving board straight into Lake Go Fuck Yourself, but they were persistant, they kept annoying me and annoying me wanting to set the record straight. So I did, I hope your happy, I did my public service of the day. I honestly don't see the real problem, they call each other that all the time. And hell its even on TV to, watch the Boondocks for example. They see it atleast thirty times an episode. But no since Im the one who's saying it I get in trouble. Maybe just maybe I did go a little overboard, but hey we all know that in this sport the freedom of speech and expression is enforced rather strongly.

See that's just one little example of the bullshit I got to put with everytime I come to P2PW. Every month I come here they got some new way to try and screw with me. But every month that they try to screw with me I get the last laugh. Anthony Mckenna he tried to act like the big wig former tough guy, but he took one look at me and he realized that the Anthony Mckenna of today is nothing but a broken down old man. And since than he hasn't even walked in my direction. You know why, because he knows that what I say about him is absolutely true. He knows that his time is gone, he knows that Im the number one star around TNT. It drives him nuts to know that he cant control me.

But why should I waste my time talking about him. I got relatively bigger fish to fry. Which is ofcourse is not only my next challenger Chadclassic but is also my next opponent for TNT. That man being The Executioner, the second tier Canadian around here. Joey, I don't know how much ass you must have kissed but it appears that it was enough because your going from losing a handicap match where you had the advantage to Amie and Reece Sommers last show, to being in a big match setting with the top star on this whole damn brand. Funny how things work out eh.

And what really grabs me about this match is that its a contest that emphazises the fact that both of us are Canadians. Thats probably the one thing that I appreciate about you, your from my home country. Other than that your as usefull to me as a handicap. The way I see it this match, this Canadian Death Match as its been dubbed is just going to be a chance for me to show everyone just what Im willing to do to win a match. Chad you want me at Sole Survivor in this strap match. Well I know right now that match is going to be violent, so Im glad that I got the chance before the Pay Per View to get my creative juices flowing. See the rules for my TNT match require me to do one of two things one being to beat the shit out of Joe so bad that he's eithier going to be a man and admit its over for him, or I just beat him to complete and utter unconsciousness. Eithier way Chad you better put both your eyes on full attention as I take Mr.Executioner apart bit by fucking bit.

Executioner, at TNT your going to have ask yourself how does it feel to be on the other side of the chopping block as you say. Consider me your Executioner, consider me the man whos going to give you a crash course in the world of violence. Come TNT when you step into the ring with me your going to find yourself a degraded man, Im going to take that honor, that pride that you have in yourself and your abilities and Im going to break it down. You can try as hard as you can to stay strong, you can try to prove that even though your the not most invested wrestler on TNT that you can hang with the biggest star around. But at one point theres going to be that realization that your on the other side, this time its your head on the chopping block. And the blade is going to be hanging over your neck and with each and ever passing second the blade is going to get closer and closer until it falls, and when it falls its going to leave you without a single shred of hope. Your going to realize whats always been the truth, your nothing but another notch in my belt.

So Chad, heres your preview, heres your realization that at Sole Survivor, Ill be more than ready to break you down anyway I can. As for you Joe the Executioner, well your not only going to be an example of the Canadian aspect of the match but your also going to be an example of the death as well.

So with that being said...

Ninja gives the camera the finger as the scene fades out.

[lockjaw]

Mastadon

E2

The Executioner



Promo to come. (good luck ninja)

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens outside of a building. By all appearances it seems the establishment is a bar. Hanging from window is a neon sign that reads Beer. But the second E keeps flickering. A hand is shown slowly opening the door to the bar.

The camera is met by a Smokey environment. There is the sounds of people chatting and country music filling the air. Also you can hear the sounds of pool balls smacking into each other. As the camera pans around the room there are people on a small dance floor line dancing. Also there are guys trying to pick up girls and vise versa. There are also groups of guys and girls out just to have a good time.

The camera moves about the establishment. It becomes fixed onto a man sitting at the bar. He is wearing a black duster and has a cowboy hat on his head. He is engaged in conversation with a attractive young lady. After a moment or two the man signals for the bartender. The bartender makes his way over to the man.

The Bartender:
Will that be another of the usual Keith?

Keith Williams:
Actually Charlie, make it two.

Keith makes a motion towards the young lady that he has been talking to. Charlie nods his head and goes off to grab two of the usuals.

Voice:
Hey turn that sh!t off.

Keith turns his head to see what the commotion is all about. At the end of the bar sits a guy who appears to have the remote for the tv that is positioned above the bar. Upon looking at the tv, the man had turned it to the E2 vs Simms Taipei death match. The man seems to be enjoying the match. But a little ways back there is a man that appears not to enjoy the selection that the first man had picked.

The man has gotten up out of his seat and has walked towards the man with the remote.

Angry man:
Didn't you hear me? I told you to turn that sh!t off. Its all fake. Time for you to grow up and watch a real mans sport. Hell if there was a wrestler in here right now I could kick his ass! They all pretend to be tough but they are all wimps.

Keith stands up from his seat at the bar and begins to fix his jacket. As he is doing this Charlie has come back with his two drinks.

Charlie:
Look Keith, hes just drunk. He doesn't know what he is talking about. I really don't need this tonight.

Keith Williams:
Easy Charlie. I ain't going over there to fight. I just want to go have a friendly chat with him.

Charlie:
Yeah sure. And is am still cleaning up from the last time you had a "friendly chat " with someone.

Keith gives Charlie a smile. He then excuses himself from the lady. He then walks over to where the angry man is trying to get the remote away from the first guy. Keith then taps him on the shoulder. The man turns around to look at Keith.

Angry Man:
Stay out of this! This is between me and him.

Keith Williams:
Easy there..um whats your name?

Angry Man:
The names Bill. If that is any concern of yours

Keith Williams:
Well Bill. I couldn't help but hear that you have a problem with this mans choice in tv viewing.

Bill:
Yeah I do! That wrestling is phony. Nothing more then grown men grabbing and hugging each other. Everyone knows that it ain't real! Now boxing, there is a sport for you.

Just then on the tv, P2P started to run down their card for the next weeks show. A caption came up showing Keith Williams Vs. Mastadon. The man with the remote takes a look at the tv screen and then looks at Keith and back to the tv screen and once more back to Keith. A look of surprise and excitement crosses the mans face.

Man with remote:
You..You..You're Keith Williams!

As the man is saying that, Bill happens to look up at the screen.

Bill:
So you are one of them phony wrestlers!

Keith Williams:
Hey easy Bill. I ain't looking for a fight. Here have one on me.

Keith motions to Charlie who brings over a beer. Keith picks up the beer and goes to hand it to Bill. Bill promptly goes and smacks the beer out of Keiths hand.

Bill:
I don't want your beer!

Bill then promptly goes and takes a swing at Keith. Keith is able to duck it. Keith then replies with a punch of his own. Bill falls to the floor. Keith then goes and delivers a kick into Bills ribs.

Keith Williams:
Damn, good thing I am a phony wrestler. If I didn't know how to pretend punch and kick, those blows would had really hurt!

Keith then picks up Bill. He scoops him up and proceeds to bodyslam him onto the nearest pool table, causing pool balls to scatter all over the table. Keith then fixes his duster and heads back to his seat beside the young lady.Keith grabs hold of the shot that is waiting there for him and sits back down beside the lady.

Meanwhile the guy that had the remote starts making him way over to where Keith is.

Guy:
Mr Williams?

Keith Williams:
Yeah

Guy:
I want to thank you for getting that guy off my case.

Keith Williams:
No sweat. I just got tired of him running his mouth about wrestlers.

Guy:
I see that you are wrestling Mastadon next week. He's tough.

Keith Williams:
Now I could sit here and lie and say that it be a cake walk next week against Mastadon. But I know it won't. He is tough. He didn't get to where he is today by being a nice guy.

But then again neither have I. I gotten to where I am by being the toughest and meanest sob to set foot in a wrestling federation. I have done whatever I needed to get a advantage over a opponent or of a situation. I haven't gotten the titles that I have by sitting back and letting them fall into my lap. I have taken every title that I have possessed.

Mastadon might think that he is going to have a easy time in our match. He sees Keith Williams and thinks rookie. Well there is no rookie standing here. I have been in this business for a few years. I know what to do inside that ring. When that bell rings, I could lose, highly unlikely, but if I do, Mastadon will know that he was in one hell of a fight. Now if you don't mind, I have pressing issues to deal with.

With that Keith turns his attention away from the guy back to the young lady. Keith stands up. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out some money and hands it over to Charlie.

Keith Williams:
Here Charlie, this should cover my tab for tonight. Plus any damage I may had caused to your pool table.

Keith then puts the wallet back into his pocket. He then takes the young lady's hand and walks out of the bar. Scene fades to black.

[lockjaw]

The Scene opens and much unlike the executioner's usual attire he is sporting a suit and tie. The Scenery around is what appears to be a courtroom. The Room is filled as The Executioner is sitting in the judges chair. The camera scans to find anyone important. Spaz is in the front row with Stare.E2 and cactus are on the jury as well as _jman and Spackle




The Crowd is silent as the Executioner holds up a microphone. He stares into the camera with great confidence.

The Executioner:Ladies and Gentleman welcome to the trial of Red Ninja. He is accused of being falsely red. Bring forward the defendant and his lawyer!

Spaz jumps up all of a sudden and rushes out the door. He returns with Red Ninja.


The Executioner: You have been charged with being falsely red as well as not really being a ninja.


The Courtroom is confused as we see E2 drop his jaw and start shaking his head.

Red Ninja:This is completely insan...

The Executioner pounds his gavel as he screeches to red ninja.

The Executioner:Shut your pie hole! Ninja I have undisputable proof so sit down and shut up! Bring in that Crayola guy!

a suited man quickly walks down the aisle.



Suited guy:How can you call yourself a Red Ninja? Your costume isn't red! That color is...cardinal red. Not just red, It is cardinal red. so if you are a ninja you are the cardinal red ninja.

Spackle walks up and takes a look at cardinal red ninja. He yells something in his ear then runs out of the courtroom.

Red Ninja:What!? are you?

The Executioner gives him a stern look as if to say don't make me smack you with the gavel.

The Executioner:So Jury how do you find the Defendant?

E2:Umm it says here...Guilty my ummm wigga.

Everyone except The Executioner leave Red finds he isn't truly red but cardinal red.

The Executioner:You Have been sentenced to death Cardinal red ninja. I will enjoy your suffering as I send you to hell in a Canadian handbasket. Prepare for your personal execution.

[Keith Williams]

Keith Williams (if voting for myself is allowed)
Reece Somers
Red Ninja

[stevo316]

ONE ON ONE with E2
Guest: “The Tiger” Aladdin




SINGLES MATCH
Mastadon




TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner Choose Number One Entrant In The Chamber Match
E2




CANADIAN DEATH MATCH
Red Ninja

[brockandsable]

Earlier today…..

…at the Albany County Jail we find E2 sitting behind bars, inside a small, haggard holding cell. The One Man Killing Machine is crouched over, with his elbows resting on his knees. Seemingly lost in thought, E2 stares at the floor. The clean black T-shirt and baggy denim jeans he’s sporting suggests that he’s only been locked up for a few hours, and it may be a matter of time before he becomes a free man once again.

E2 (Under his breath) “Only time will tell, my friend. Only time will tell….”

Like a man possessed, E2 begins rocking back and forth, just mumbling “Only time will tell my friend. Only time will tell.” Back and forth. Back and forth.

E2 (Growing a bit louder with each mention) “Only time will tell, my friend. Only time will tell.”

FROM THE OTHER END OF THE PRISON BLOCK….three uniformed corrections officers enter and begin the march toward E2’s holding cell.

Walking side by side, like cowboys in the old west, their steps are coordinated, and they are all business. As the three stone-faced officers make their way toward the cell, they can hear E2 mumbling to himself.

E2 “Only time will tell, my friend. Only time will tell.”

Corrections Officer #1 “Elijah, you have a visitor here to see you.”

E2 (Snapping his head up and returning to reality) “What?”

CO #2 “He said you have a visitor here to see you. And as an officer of the law, I must inform you that you have a right to come out and speak, or you can deny this visitor.”

E2 “Who is it, man?”

CO #2 “I’ve never seen this gentleman before in my life. I don’t think he’s your attorney. However, he’s sharply dressed—a city slicker. Maybe he’s a new attorney. I don’t know but we really don’t have the time to sit here and play ‘Guess Who?’ Either you come out or stay here---in your cell, boy!”

E2 stares at the correctional officer, momentarily dumbfounded. Wanting nothing more that to reach out and crack that officer’s neck, but knowing his place in the matter.

E2 “I’ll come out.”

The third correctional officer looks back toward the entrance and makes a signal with his hand.

Suddenly, a loud buzzer sounds, and then E2’s prison bars slide open. He is now free. Free to grab the cops by the neck.

CO #1 “This man says he has important information regarding an appointment you have with a certain tonight with a certain ‘Simz’. Does that name ring a bell?”

E2 says nothing. Instead, he gently touches a few of the fresh scars on his face. The giant then calmly stands up and steps out of the holding cell, ducking beneath the threshold. The three officers then escort the One Man Killing Machine down the long, cold corridor with one officer in front of him and two in the back.

As the four men make their way to the visitor area, it becomes clear that E2’s visitor is none other than REECE SOMERS. Reece is seated at a table, dressed in a slick black suit, with a black briefcase lying dormant in front of him.

E2: “The fuck do you want?”

REECE (Rising to his feet) “Well, good morning to you too.”

REECE extends a hand, but E2 merely ignores the welcoming gesture.

REECE “Feel free to have a seat, Elijah.”

E2 “I’d rather stand. And the name is E2.”

REECE (Smirking briefly) “Very well” (quoting with his fingers) “E2. I simply need two minutes of your time.”

E2 “Time is all I have at the moment.”

REECE begins to pace back and forth on his side of the visitor’s room. Pacing with a swagger, denying E2 respectful eye contact, like a district attorney in a courtroom who knows he’s got his man right where he wants him.”

REECE “E2, I see you’ve got yourself into a bit of a jam again. Here you are; hours away from a very important match. And now you’ve blown it by landing yourself in jail.

Beads of sweat begin to form on E2’s forehead.

REECE “I’ll cut to the chase. I’m here to bail you out.”

E2 “I don’t need your help. Not every Black man in America needs financial assistance from “the man”; I’m perfectly able to pay my own way.

REECE (Pauses the pacing and faces E2) “Ah, but can any Black man in America manage to stay out of prison?”

In his mind, E2 desperately wants to lunge at REECE and rip his larynx from his throat, but he keeps his composure and does not say a word.

REECE “What I am proposing to you is to your benefit. I bail you out and we agree to make hurting Simz the focal point tonight in that triple threat match."

E2 is stone faced.

REECE “There’s no doubt Simz will bring Claudius and he will do everything in his power to interfere and hurt us both—but if we work together, we can prevent such a scenario.

E2 (Agitated) “I will never work with you, after what you pulled.”

REECE “Ah, but you will, Elijah. You see, either you do this my way, or I go public with the reason you’re in here. I will go public with the assault and battery and allegations of domestic abuse that Amie has brought against you.”

E2 is stunned.

REECE “Then all the fans who have suddenly started to support you, all the teenagers in the weight room who want to be like you, your reputation, your "precious" Internet title, everything—will go down the tubes. You’ll lose everything you’ve worked so hard to attain and wind up back in the very slums you came from.

E2 is still in shock.

REECE “You see, responsible, law abiding, civilized people like myself, we are here. (Reece gestures to his side of the visitor’s room. The free side) And rugged, law breaking street thugs like you end up…(Reece motions to the prison corridor)….in there.”

E2 is boiling inside.

REECE “So you can walk away from me and then lose everything publicly, or you can accept my offer and I can go and finalize the paperwork. The choice is yours.”

E2 gives REECE a quick nod and then lowers his head a bit, clearly humbled by what has just happened.

REECE “That’s what I thought. You’re making the right choice Elijah. In less than an hour, you’ll be a free man. See you tonight.”

REECE motions to a correctional officer, grabs his briefcase and exits the room. E2 is left standing there, like a homeless man with nothing to his name, apparently beside himself.

[Ben]

nvm 2 late

[Aladdin]

aladdin said:

Please vote and promo, if you have a match. Anyone who posts something inappropriate will be given a warning.

Since you're new, you won't get a warning. Once more and you will. And that doesn't mean, apologizing in this thread. You do that and you'll get a warning.

[stocko]

Twilight. In the dusk of day where headlights blur along busy City highways. Where the chill of early evening air makes itself known in small almost lazy gusts. Out to sea on our right, where the ball of the Sun's light burns into the flat horizons line. Its embers creating countless shards that twinkle off the surface of the river.

Overlooking the City that he was born. His boots obscured by shin high blades of grass that whisper across the fabric of his jeans. He tilts his head slightly back to take in the enormity of the domed sky above. Where colours of orange and lilac play and where the pinpricks of light from age old explosions glitter through to twinkle in there dying cosmic dance.

Directly below him, hundreds of feet underneath where he stands, the snaking thin road is alive with moving metal creatures crafted from machines of mans making. Liverpool extends out beyond the reaches of his vision. Extending far to his left he can see Birkenhead, out further to the blurred amalgamation of coastal light that is the Wirral and beyond that to Wales.

Many thoughts are his alone to know. Here in the last remaining light of Liverpool, MASTADON sits and ponders his future.

Thoughts of a Fighter.

MASTADON The future... It's quite the mysterious entity, isn't it? Always out of the grasp of those who yearn for it, until it is finally upon them. People, the future cannot be chosen, it is all mapped out for us.

Many try to predict what the future holds in store. Sometimes they are accurate. However, there's always a time or two when the future brings about an event which no one can predict. I will guarantee you people that the future event I speak of will be one of those occurrences and I will speak about it in due course, but for now, I want to talk about me.

There are many scars which litter my body. Both my physical and spiritual forms carry them. Though those visible were painful, it was when I suffered the metaphysical ones that I was truly hurt. One of the scars is betrayal... Another deceit...Another disappointment and let me tell you that I have overcome each and everyone of these scars.

And yet, for how many mental and moral lacerations I endure, there are only a few people I could turn to. If it were not for them, I would have lost myself in other pursuits, and yet, even friends are fleeting. There was only one being which I could turn to in my darkest hour......TRENT ACID.

A name is nothing without the being which it has welded with. Even if I am no longer the one known as MASTADON, and even though I walk a different path of life, I can say but one thing to assure those whom I know and trust; I am still a fighter and regardless of any new roles I take in my life I will stay a fighter and TRENT, son, you know I will fight you until I cannot fight anymore and then it’s over, I will embrace you, win, lose or draw, I will raise your hand as the greatest tag partner a man could ever have, that’s right, I preferred to tag with you, TRENT, even more than my old bWo buddies or even the whole of D-UNIT, as great as those days were, none can match the days of me and TRENT, causing havoc here in P2PW.

But, until the final bell rings, as we all know this will be happening at Sole Survivor; I will be battling my opponents till their husks can take no more. It is the way I have grown, and sometimes, certain aspects can never be turned or changed...........and I wouldn’t want them to.

I cannot be sure that after my match at Sole Survivor when I am sitting at home that I won't explode into a frustrated inferno. All that I am sure of is that my future lies here in Liverpool. It is the only place where I truly fit into the rest of the puzzle firmly enough to call home.

But enough of that let me address my penultimate opponent, KEITH WILLIAMS.

Son, I don’t know you, I have never seen you wrestle and honestly, I don’t want to know you or even wrestle you, it’s nothing against you kid, its just that I am retiring, I spoke to the board and requested I only have one more match, they agreed and then they pull this shit, but, being the consummate professional that I am, I will bring my all to this match and I hope you do to and let me make one thing clear KEITH, you can beat up all the people in all the dive bars in the world but you wont beat me up son and if you don’t believe that then roll on Tuesday and you will SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

Now son, I got a plane to catch, New York and my retirement are calling.

[Your Morality Enforcer]

My Votes:

Keith Williams
Reece Somers (Me thinks e2 is slightly more popular)
The Executioner

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(The sun shines clearly down onto the pavement, reflecting off the glass from the cameras pointed at a chain wall. Nothing particularly interesting about the chain wall itself to really earn such attention from what appears to be a director ordering around at least five or six crew members, all wearing “TNT” shirts. The director’s upper lip trembles slightly, before checking his wrist, and fretting out loud over how late someone is. Finally, a bus pulls up, and alongside an old granny and a near maniacal-looking businesswoman, emerges the well-dressed Reece Somers, in what he would class as “casual” wear, but is a shirt with the top button undone and jeans. He looks annoyed at the fact he still has to travel by bus, despite being part of the biggest match in p2pw history)

Director:
Ah, about time! We’ve been waiting here for all of ten minutes, and don’t you know in this business, time is indeed money! Quick, quick… Into position! We need to film some infomercials, as well as the video promo for Sole Survivor.

(Reece Somers does not look happy at all, and it seems the frantic actions of the director just serve to increase this anger. Reece walks up to the director, and the stage crew draw a collective sharp intake of breath as Reece looks down at the director)

Reece Somers:
I know why we are here, Mr…?

Director:
My name is Steve Brighton, greatest short film director of our time!

Reece Somers:
And apparently, a pompous braggart to boot. Listen, Mr Brighton, I’ve got no qualms about coming here, even if it means sitting through another bus journey with sparkling conversation telling me how better I was when I wrestled hardcore, or some old lady clutching a bottle of gin and drunkenly telling me how it rids her of practically every disease she’s had. And my witty response of telling her if that was medical truth; we would walk around off our heads fell on deaf ears. I do have a problem though with filming at the backyard of some rough neighbourhood, just to get over the fact I’ll be fighting in a cage, and to get greeted by some egotistical know-all director who is telling me what to do and when to do it… Well, if I wasn’t such a moral man, I would have probably left you waiting longer.

Steve Brighton:
Well, that is then, and this is now! We have much more to film after you, Mr Somers, so make haste, in front of those cameras!

(Reece slowly positions himself in front of the cameras, muttering under his breath. He waits for the camera to focus, and uses this time to put on his sunglasses and take a drink from a water bottle handed to him, in an attempt to combat the baking New York sun)

Steve Brighton:
Ok, Reece, I want you to imagine you have a puppy, and your opponents have taken that puppy away-

Reece Somers:
Wait, are you telling me how to cut a promo? Steve, I don’t have a clue who you are, and what you know, but let me tell you something. I don’t need to visualise puppies or any such thing. My stuff comes from my heart and soul, and that is why I am respected and revered as a great speaker. The only thing I see, Steve, is the depravity and filth littering the minds of every fan who has watched this program, and how to clean it up. Last week, Aladdin made illegal use of a tiger in an attempt to frighten us. Now, some people following that little escapade have accused me of being scared of the tiger. This is untrue. I was told by a very reliable source that the best way to show a tiger respect is to pretend to be scared of it. Of course, my acting skills are worthy of several Oscars, so I don’t mind these otherwise senseless accusations. Now, onto my point, how do you think little children watching that stunt felt? They probably felt that tigers are calm, docile creatures, and the next time they are taken to the zoo, he’ll probably try and emulate his hero, and go crawling into the tiger pit, where I daresay they’ll learn the hard way that any so-called “heroes” here at p2pw are liars, and the only role model around is Reece Somers.

Steve Brighton:
Look, that’s very nice, but I’ve got an entire video promo to film, compile, mix and send before next week, and no offence, but out of all the names in the Sole Survivor chamber, all the favourites… Bub, you ain’t one of them.

(Reece Somers smiles, but it isn’t a friendly one at all, as his eyes give away his growing anger. His right fist clenches, but he soon relaxes. He takes a deep breath, and inquires what he is doing politely. The director hands him a piece of paper, and Reece looks down in disgust)

Steve Brighton:
Problem, Reece?

Reece Somers:
It is one, solitary line. I’ve seen the script, and pretty much everyone else gets to read out an essay! Meanwhile, I’m reading one line, and it isn’t even that good: “My name is Reece Somers and I am your Morality Enforcer, and at Sole Survivor, I will kick your ass!”

Steve Brighton:
As I said, people aren’t paying to see some self-righteous buffoon speak about the ills of our country. People want to see guys like, say, e2 or Simz.

(Reece laughs slightly, but it is a laugh free from humour. He holds up the piece of paper, and rips it in two, before throwing it in the director’s face. Steve looks annoyed, but does nothing, as Reece smirks)

Reece Somers:
You just don’t understand, do you, Mr Brighton? I’ve tried being nice, I’ve tried being reasonable, and now I’ve just about had enough. We happen to be in a very convenient area, you know, for me to prove just how much better I am than those two men. See, I’m not going to deny that e2 is a massive guy with a short fuse and muscles in places he probably hasn’t heard of. And I’m not going to deny that Simz is a sneaky, but entirely respectful, guy who will do whatever it takes to win. But I have something that neither man has, nor no matter how long Simz spends glorifying himself with a mirror, or e2 spends in the gym, will be able to gain. And that is intelligence, Mr Brighton. Great minds belong in this sport, because the weak-minded will take a weapon to the head because the crowd cheer, while the smart will turn that situation on its head, and become the one holding that weapon. People question me, because they find that easier than just accepting me and my beliefs. Brains are no use if you don’t have the courage to speak out and use them, and try and help others with your intelligence. And right now, I am going to show you how I plan to win the match at TNT, using intelligence as a weapon. Look to your left, and see behind that steel mesh is a group of African-Americans playing basketball. Look to your right, and you’ll see an old stately home, inside containing a rich young man, and his muscle-bound bodyguard. See the power of my words, and gain some much needed respect for me. And now, at the sacrifice of some self-dignity…

(Reece Somers walks into the basketball court, and the players stop to stare at this sight, a well-dressed white man entering their territory. Before the potential racism can approach the levels of a Red Ninja promo, Reece extends his hand, and the largest guy walks up to him, looking at the hand, but not taking it. There is a sharp intake of breath from the cameramen)

Reece Somers:
Sorry for bothering you, but I just need a few moments of your time. I heard that you guys are quite talented rappers, and I represent a record label looking to sign some new talent, and we would like to give you guys a tryout.

(The faces of the men Reece is talking to relax into grins at this news)

Basketball Player:
Yeah, actually, we are. Glad to see ya representing, nice suit as well. Sure, we’ll be ‘appy to give you a sample of our flow.

Reece Somers:
Excellent, follow me. You see the cameras over there? We’ll be taping this, so I can show the others back at the studio.

(The basketball players emerge from the court, and stand around the camera. Steve Brighton, alarmed, approaches Reece Somers)

Steve Brighton:
Wait, you do realise the risks you were, and still are, taking?

Reece Somers:
Risks are nothing. They call hardcore wrestlers “daredevils” for jumping off high places, but that’s not a risk. That’s stupidity. My risks rely on my knowledge, and my use of language, both verbally and using my body. I was friendly, yet formal, so they took my word. And the suit helps a lot, a good look gets you respected. Now, if you excuse me…

(Reece Somers walks across the road, and to the manor. He rings the bell once, and a young gentleman answers. He has blond hair, a monocle and a glass of wine in his hand, but still looks young, and quite foolish. The cameramen watching try to hide their amusement, but Reece remains calm and polite)

Reece Somers:
You’ll be Mr Anderson? We are filming a small documentary, about how African-Americans are a negative influence on society today. Personally, I think a multi-cultural environment is a positive thing, and ethnic values have become so blurred that they no longer matter, but I heard you had some views and arguments that could help “set me straight”, and I would be delighted to hear them.

Mr Anderson:
Excellent! It is great to see someone like yourself taking an interest in both sides of the coin, but I’m afraid you are mistaken. Yet, for an intelligent sounding chap like yourself, I’ll happily set the record straight for you, and educate you further. Mind if Clemens, my bodyguard, came along? This is a rough neighbourhood.

Reece Somers:
Of course he can, I wouldn’t have it any other way. So, tell me, as we head towards the cameras- What annoys you so much about African-Americans?

(Reece steers Mr Anderson and his loyal Clemens along to the camera, and as soon as Mr Anderson is heading in the right direction, disassociates himself. He is still speaking on his verbal tirade when they approach the waiting gang of would-be rappers. Unsurprisingly, they hear this, and start to approach Mr Anderson, causing Clemens to jump into action, and a brawl to start. Reece emerges next to Steve Brighton)

Steve Brighton:
That’s manipulation, pure and simple.

Reece Somers:
My dear Steve, you have completely missed the point. I’ve used hatred and false promises, and turned two groups against each other. And I’m sure you are smart enough to know what that corresponds to, right?

Steve Brighton:
Just looks like you started a race war to me.

Reece Somers:
Obviously not smart enough then. Simz and e2, and how they’ll be ripping each other apart, while I watch. Intelligence can be used to your advantage, and I never make unneeded visits. This was a useful visit, because I got to practise my power. I went to visit a jail earlier, and the trap was set. I heard all this information there, in a brief visit. Imagine what I can do with this roster, being exposed for months? Oh, and this isn’t manipulation, I’m speeding the process along, because everything I do had to happen eventually. I’m not racist, or sexist, or ageist or anything else, because I’m Reece Somers, and I treat everyone the same, being a Morality Enforcer. But, if I was to manipulate…

(Reece speaks in a louder voice)

Reece Somers:
Steve, I’m not sure I believe your evidence in saying that Asians are much more superior to any other race.

(Steve looks on in terror, as the fight engulfs him and Reece smiles that devious smile, before approaching the camera)

Reece Somers:
Let me be very clear when I say this: I don’t care if you rate me as a favourite, a dark horse, or a non-starter. The only thing you need to believe in is that Reece Somers is destined to climb the mountain and reach the top. You’ve got a taste of my power, and you could cripple me, and I still would have it! The mind games start right now, because I’m putting everyone on notice. I’m here to clean up both TNT and Blitz, and I know the way to make an impact and be heard is to speak your language of violence. When I beat e2 and Simz tonight, everyone should start living a morally-right life, because I have the power to take your dream, and crush it in my bare hands. There is no hope for whoever starts as the first entrant, unless his name is Reece Somers, and I’ll be on the right side of the decision making. Call me a miracle worker, call me a saint… At TNT tonight, my revolution of wrestling, my new vision… It begins!

(Reece Somers smiles and laughs, before sticking his hand out, right on cue, to stop a bus. He boards it, and watches the chaos he has caused, shaking his head slightly)

Reece Somers:
Some people are all too easily fooled. And that is why Morality will win this day.

[Stare]

I believe this is locked. It's 3 am GMT

[Aladdin]

^Thank You!