TNT Preview, Promos & Votes: Aug. 22 - Aug. 26

[_the j-man]

LIVE from the LONG BEACH ARENA
Long Beach, California

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"Headsprung" blasts over the P.A. System as the crowd erupts into a frenzy as we see the former P2PW Internet Champion, E2 make his way out on the ramp. He looks to be extremely pissed off as he slides into the ring the crowd continues to roar. E2 goes to pose on the turnbuckles for the crowd as they get a microphone from the announcer as his music cuts off.

E2: First off I want to say, RED NINJA!!! [Crowd erupts.] Get your ass out here right now!!!

The crowd goes crazy as E2 calls out the man who cost him his very own championship belt. Red Ninja without any music walks out with a grin on his face and the P2PW Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Red Ninja has a microphone in his hand as he waives at the former Internet Champion.

Red Ninja: What's wrong E2? All this hostility, I mean what have I ever done to you? But, wait a second... Something's missing? Oh that's right! HAHAHA!

E2: Why don't you come to the ring right now?! You know what, screw that... I'm not going to wait for some idiot from Canada come down to the ring. We all know how you Canadians under-preform in more ways than one... Just ask your wife!

The crowd erupts with "OH's!" as E2 is ready to fight. Red Ninja doesn't look impressed as he stands on the ramp still and shakes his head.

Red Ninja: That's cute. Real cute. But if I recall it's Amie that left your ass for "under-preforming". Plus, if I recall again you're the one that lost your championship belt while the rest of us still have ours. Well actually I'm the only one with my belt, either the others lose it or get it stolen from them

The crowd boos Red Ninja as he smirks. E2 laughs and then gets between the middle ropes sitting on them, opening them to invite Red Ninja into the ring.

E2: Ok, big shot. You want to make claims, come into this ring right now and see how much "under-preforming" I do to your skull with my fists!

We see Red Ninja start walking down as he's getting tired of E2's complaints as he comes down slowly the crowd stands up and boos. Suddenly, REECE SOMERS is in the ring! He charges behind E2 and nails him "SMACK!" with a steel chair. We then see Red Ninja charge into the ring and slide in. Red Ninja & Reece Somers start stomping away on E2 much to the boos of the crowd. Reece takes E2's microphone from him.

Reece Somers: YOU WANT TO COST ME MY SHOT AT THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE?! You want to ruin the Heavyweight Champion's main event?! You just messed with the two bloody wrong people!

Reece Somers slams the microphone into the skull of E2! The crowd suddenly erupts into a frenzy as Red Ninja quickly takes notice he turns around and TRENT ACID! TRENT ACID! TRENT ACID! slides into the ring, the crowd goes completely ape-shit. Trent Acid stands up after sliding in and SPEARS Red Ninja to the ground. Trent then gets up and grabs Reece Somers by the hair, as he delivers a Reverse DDT. E2 is already trying to pull himself up to his feet as Trent Acid nails a right hand on Red Ninja, then a right hand to Reece Somers, Trent then body-slams Red Ninja and follows up with a dropkick to Reece Somers. E2 is back up as he grabs Red Ninja by his mask and throws him into the turnbuckle. He starts nailing him with left and right punches. Trent Acid grabs Reece Somers by his hair and throws him over the top-rope! E2 then lifts up Red Ninja and Gorilla Press Slam's him over the top-rope on top of Reece Somers! The crowd loves it. E2 & Trent Acid stand on opposite turnbuckles posing for the crowd as P2PW Owner, Mastadon a.k.a. Micko walks out with a microphone in his hand.

Mastadon: Well if this isn't interesting indeed... Red Ninja & Reece Somers working together to take out a common enemy, only for one of my close allies to come out and help the One Man Killing Machine. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome TNT's new member... TRENT ACID!!! [Crowd pops.] Since Red Ninja & Reece Somers thinks it's cute to take on people 2-on-1, the law here, me... Well I'm going to make this an even fight for tonight's main event, as Red Ninja & Reece Somers will team-up against... E2 and... TRENT ACID!

The crowd erupts! They love it! E2 & Trent Acid stare at each other for a moment and nod. It seems that they have an agreement, the stunned Heavyweight Champion & Reece Somers get up on one knee as they look at the two in the ring and back to the owner as he announces tonight's match.

Mastadon: I hope you ladies have a wonderful night because after tonight, E2 & Trent Acid are going to destory you. Now lets move on to the show!!!

The crowd explodes as Mastadon walks back into the stage, "Headsprung" blasts over the P.A. System again as the crowd cheers and TNT goes on the air!

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TONIGHT'S CARD

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***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
It's a battle of the new-comers, much is not known of Junco Junky. But tonight he'll get a chance to make a name for himself on TNT. Sick Fixx has somewhat of a cult following and he'll debut tonight. His goal, to destroy the One Man Killing Machine!
Junco Junky
vs.
Sick Fixx


**UPDATE ON "THE TIGER" ALADDIN'S CONDITION & WHAT HAS DAN "DRAGON" TAYLOR DONE WITH THE RAGE TITLE?!**[/u][/size][/color]


***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Stevo 316 gets his oppurtunity to make a name for himself other than being a "loser". "The Tiger" Vegeta has been on a hot streak and plans to continue it tonight!
Stevo 316
vs.
"The Tiger" Vegeta


**KEITH WILLIAMS' CELEBRATION PARTY**[/u][/size][/color]


***MAIN EVENT***[/u][/color][/size]
***TAG TEAM MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Red Ninja last week cost E2 the Ladder Match against Keith Williams. No one knows the true motives behind Red Ninja, but later in the evening E2 took revenge on both Red Ninja & Reece Somers. Well, Reece Somers didn't take too kindly to watching his oppurtunity getting wasted. But tonight E2 will have some reinforcements in TNT's newest member, Trent Acid!
Red Ninja & Reece Somers
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DEADLINE[/u][/color][/size]
Saturday
August 26th, 2006
8pm EST[/center]

[_the j-man]

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
E2 & Trent Acid

[Aladdin]

Junco Junky
Vegeta
E2 & Trent Acid

[Simz]

You're no longer, TNT. Sorry Simz. But you can only vote for Blitz! matches now.

EDIT: _the J-man is gay!

J-Man EDIT: Funny, Stare seems to think so.

EDIT V.2: Your sick! Reaper join in with you guys too?

[brockandsable]

SickFixx (Japhy Sullivan)
"The Tiger" Vegeta
E2 and Trent Acid



Promo to come....

[Your Morality Enforcer]

Votes:

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
Reece Somers and Red Ninja

Promo coming to a thread near you soon...

[Keith Williams]

Votes are as followed:

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
Red Ninja/Reece Somers

A Keith Williams celebration. I like it. Everyones invited to the party (except E2 and Reece Somers) Guaranteed to bring higher ratings then that JT Appriciation Night.

[juncojunky]

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
Red Ninja/Reece Somers

Now, we're talking..Promo coming very soon

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Junco
Vegeta
E2 & Trent Acid

PROMO COMING...

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Votes

Junco Junky
The Tiger" Vegeta
E2 & Trent Acid

[Red Ninja]

Junco
Vegeta
Red/Sommers(Reece Ninja)

[Red Ninja]

Scene opens with a shot of the P2PW World Heaveyweight Title. The camera pans out to show the title over the shoulder of Red Ninja who is sitting in a chair pondering his thoughts. After a few moments he looks to the camera.

Red Ninja:There comes a time in every championship title run when a champion has to sit down and think to himself what does he have to do to hold to his title belt for another month. When I first won this here championship there wasn't much of a credible championship threat. For godsakes my first challenger was Simz, he had an aspiration to be the ace of TNT, but when he stepped into the ring with me and was downed he pretty much faded away from the scene. Than I had to defeat Wolverine, and I didnt just beat him I sent him packing, I ended not only his career in P2PW but in the entire sport. For those first challenges I didn't need anything special, all I needed was my wits and my skills.

But than Chadclassic came along, and with Chad's little experiment into the main event scene he tried to do something that no other challenger I faced tried to do, that was to lure me into a match where I didn't even need to be pinned or submitted to lose my belt. That's when I had to sit down and think about what I was going to do to get the one up on that situation. So what did I do, I did something that honestly I thought I'd never do here, I went back into that TNT lockeroom and I looked for someone that I know could have watched my back and my interest. But the question was just who? Who would I Red Ninja, the TNT ace, the World Heaveyweigth Champion get to watch my back. Well it was tricky but I found someone who I knew I could trust. That someone was Keith Williams.

Why did I pick Keith Williams you smarks ask? Very simple I've known Keith Williams for awhile now, I've wrestled him a few times and I've seen him wrestle plenty of times, and the one thing that always jumps out at me is that when it comes to one way or another getting the job done, he's the right man. Keith Williams knows almost every trick of the trade and he's show the entire goddamn wrestling world that he is one of the most devious, cunning, cuthroat minds in this sport. Most of the TNT lockeroom I cant stand but Keith I respect. And that respect was likewise on his part. So what we decided to do was to team up and form an alliance for one purpose, that purpose is to take over TNT and maintain our spots not at the bottom, not in the middle but at the top of the cards. He helped me maintain my hold as the main event by taking out that mid card wannabe Chad. And I returned the favour by starting him off on his own path of dominance by taking that Internet title away from that egotistical, overbearing loudmouth prick E2.

You know Elijah, for along time now I've sat back and I've listened and listened as all you did time after time was walk around and run your mouth. You won a match you talked shit, you lost a match you talked shit. All you seemed to do was talk shit, you didnt have a shred of respect for the supsterstars that deserved it, all you did was talk shit and run your mouth time and time again. You seem to be caught up in this little wetdream that P2PW revolves around you. Well its time to wake up and realize that the man who does deserve to be talking this shit and having the ego is me. E2 you've outstayed your welcome in this company. Im not going to do the company a favour by taking you out, no Im going to do myself a favour by taking you out.

You were doing the right thing for a while you were keeeping your distance and doing your own thing on the undercard with the secondary title. But you've fucked up now, you've stepped into my realm and you've put yourself in my crosshairs. You want this belt, you want to step up and ascend to that spot that you've creamed yourself over for to long, Im not going to be sorry to dissapoint you when I add you to that list of challengers who I've downed. If Mastadon or as I call him Micko The Dicko wants to take the time to type up a little memo to his booking staff to consider the date, time and location for a Red Ninja versus E2 showdown, well he's going to have to sit back and wait, you see I've proven myself now, I've shown that Im not a fluke champion, these past seven months I've delievered for this brand, Im now in the position where the so called authority has to cater to me. Im your champion, and I plan to be that champion for a long time. If E2 or Aladdin want to decide to open their yaps and try to punk me out well than I'll do what I always do that's go to the drawing board and devise another masterpiece of a strategy to send them both packing.

But for this latest edition of TNT you saw it, you saw how E2 called me out and you saw as I answered. Reece Sommers came to me E2 and he came up with that little beat down, you cant screw a man like him and not expect some retaliation. But it seems to me that you've picked up some back up for yourself ass well in the form of Trent Acid. Trent you want to come here from Blitz and you want to get rough. Trent do you know who your fucking with. Im not Soundscream, Im not NIN Horror, Im not anyone on that brand. Im Red motherfucking Ninja, I've got more talent in my left testicle than the Blitz main event scene. You made a mistake coming here, Im going take you on and Im going to send you back to Blitz a broken down man. This is serious shit now, Trent your not going embarrass this main guy on TNT in your first appearance here. I don't know how they do things on Blitz, but on my show things like that do not go unanswered.

Reece Sommers as for you, well Im going trust you for this match, I know that you want another crack at my belt, well you could do that, or you could I dont know join a winning team.

Eithier way at the end of TNT this week, someone is going to get their ass beat. No one makes a fool of me in my ring. Trent your going to learn what everyone else around here one way or another learns, Red Ninja is the man, and no one can challenge that.

Scene ends.

[The Executioner]

E2 & Trent Acid
Vegeta
SickFixx

[stocko]

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
E2 & Trent Acid

[juncojunky]

Singles Match
Junco Junky vs Sick Fixx (PROMO)

***As light slowly sets around a small business room,(supposedly reserved in the backstage area of the Long Beach Arena) a camera's sights could be seen engulfed around the likes of a rather rugged man and a black shirted figure behind a wood plated desk. From what the camera reveals the two men seem to only be in the beginning of the conversation. Camera zooming in, their words could be heard throughout the Arena's audience***

Staff Subject (Bobby): --You're mumbling Junco, let's take this slower...tell me once more what's wrong

Signifying the other man as Junco Junky, the wrestler retorted back a little embarrassed about his past conversation with the man

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Just.. Gimme a room

With a soft chuckle, the black shirted man responded

Staff Subject (Bobby): Ah, I see a little pre-match tension? ...

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Listen, You don't have to treat me like some damn little kid, Bobby..I just want a little, help.. I've been in this place for a good two weeks and need a place to put my stuff..

Staff Subject (Bobby): That wasn't too hard now was it? Why don't you follow me...

Shifting along with the two, the camera steadily reared behind as they walked in between the white corridors of the complex. Eventually coming to a pair of thick brown swinging doors, the black shirted figure held the closest door open allowing Junco to make his way into the locker area. Following slowly with them was camera and the staff type man through the pale white room.

Once inside, the camera carrier shifted to the far corner of the room while Junco was lead to a two slotted place centered in the middle. With a small hand motion to the chosen spot, Junco dusted the slot out to his liking.

Staff Subject (Bobby): There you are Mr. Junco..

[glow=red,2,300]Junco: [/glow] One more thing, buddy..before you leave I wanna have a small talk with you..

Looking a bit confused, the staff figure at first didn't like the look in Junco's eyes. Was he serious?

Staff Subject (Bobby): Um.. I guess, if it isn't too time consuming. I do have things to do, you know?

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Oh, of course. It will only be a minute.. I just need to ask you a few questions

Sitting down at a bench near the middle of the room, Junco motioned for the subject to do as well. Hesitating slightly, the man slowly made his way on the bench. Looking at both doorways Junco quickly opened up to the staff member supposedly trying to keep his comment a secret. In a hushed voice, he unleashed his mumbled words

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Ok, I need something special Bob, something to set me from the rest of the pact here...you know what I'm saying? I've been stressed out about this since before I signed with P2P, and I don't know what to do... I've seen a lot of these guys do their own things, such as Snake , E2 , and Red Ninja but what does Junco Junky have..?

With a slight pause Junco, shifted in his seat as the dazed Bobby looked on more confused than ever. Lifting an arm over to his little helper, the brawler gave his adviser a tight squeeze as he raised another hand into the air, motioning out his true feeling on the subject

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Junco Junky, has always been an outcast, Bobby.. but the truth is, the real me has a rather serious side to him, and even a slightly comedic side.. Junco Junky or.. Paul Sanders needs someone like you, Bobby..

A little taken back, the now very hesitant locker manager lifted the hanging hand of Junco and responded this time even more taken back, by the man.

Staff Subject (Bobby): Well, Junco.. This is quite overwhelming.. Your previous fans already know you as the quite vengeful soul, that keeps close to his family.. Hell, you've even taken camera men out with steel chairs for pissing you off before! A change like this might..overwhelm your fans a teeny..tiny..bit.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] That's the beauty of it, friend! I want them to be shocked, I want them to be puzzled! Besides, imagine the publicity..Picture it Bob

For a wee minute, the eye's of the the Staff member began to transform. As if summoned from Ali Babba himself, Bobby's mouth slowly began to open wide with a gleeful grin with the words Junco had just spoken..

Staff Subject (Bobby): Publicity..? Junco, you may be one of the biggest idiot's I know but Publicity is never bad.. I'll help you out this once, you've got a deal.

Hopping up with the words that followed, Junco's trance of glee followed the same pace of The Locker Manager's. Pacing back and forth, Junco looked down upon his new ally.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Alright! Let's get started then, what hasn't been used throughout the industry today?

Pondering for a small moment, Bobby quickly came up with a couple ideas.

Staff Subject (Bobby): Plenty of things.. what about an angry drunk, or a money hungry tycoon? If not we could do a type of Monster or superhero! Kid's would love you!

Covering his eyes, the rugged one continued with a small growl

[glow=red,2,300]Junco: [/glow] Why did I hire you, Bobby..Why did I hire you!? I need something original..*something a bit more private* but also something to match the Body Odor and Greasy Hair..

Staff Subject (Bobby): Junco if you want something completely shocking why don't you consider dropping the two, and just going with something completely new?

The look in Junco's eyes made the black shirted man stir in his seat. Scooting down the empty bench, he backed off hurriedly..

Staff Subject (Bobby): Junco, I obviously don't know what you're going for.. I'm just in charge of locker arrangement, maybe you should talk to Micko.. I can only give you what roams around in my empty mind..

Stopping in his pacing foot tracks, the puzzled look in the curly haired man's eyes faded. As if everything was coming together once more he motioned for the manager.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Wait..Did you say Roam? Keep talking, your making me come together..

Sighing softly, the confused gaze returned on Bobby's face.

Staff Subject (Bobby): Rome? Gladiators, Tigers, Emperors, Swords, Chariots, Horses, Build--

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Shh!!

Staff Subject (Bobby): Ok..How about some type of animal gimmick? Or a special kind of entrance ? I'm running out Junco, you're gonna have to give me some help here

As he spoke, the usually talkative Junco Junky seemed to be on the verge of a creative orgasm. Leaping out in wild yells of excitement The wide eyed Junco, turned to Bobby and made his final idea public.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] What about both!? What about the most extraordinary entrance man has ever seen? Something people will be saying.."That's A-maazing"..

Staff Subject (Bobby): What the hell are you talking about? Junco, I think you're mumbling again...
Before anything else could be said, Junco was on a roll and whatever had been said in the beginning was already lost in the context.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Think of it Bobby...
Junco Junky - Horse n' Off, and Raring to Go!
I could come to the ring with a freaking horse! The minute, you had said Roam, I knew you had something..

Turning away from Junco, the staff member finally muttered out what he had been thinking since Junco had called him down. Standing alongside the curly one, Bobby's voice carried throughout the small establishment.

Staff Subject (Bobby): I actually think that is the worst idea I have ever heard.. Do you honestly think, the boss would let a horse enter the arena in the first place? First off, They shit all over the place and second, how does that fit your character?!

As Junco stood up from the small bench, he held a single finger in the air waving it toward the innocent Staff Figure.

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] You think it is a bad idea? May I remind you thats why you are still a cruddy Locker room attendant, and why I'm on television..

Staff Subject (Bobby): Manager!!

[glow=red,2,300]Junco: [/glow] Hey, It's your job.. I'll get the manager if I damn well please! And how could you think a Horse wouldn't fit my gimmick!.. I'M JUNCO JUNKY, look at me! I'm more horse than man!

Staff Subject (Bobby): Where the hell are you going to find a Horse then?

Shifting an observant head up wards

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Not a horse... A Clydesdale!

Pulling out a small cellular phone out from under the shorts beneath his plaid kilt, Junco motioned a hand toward the door, Jumping up and down.

Staff Subject (Bobby): Junco, Don't! Really this isn't necessary.. I wasn't thinking of a horse and you know that! Don't leave this room!...I could get FIRED!

Already on the cell phone, the body of Junco was headed out of the door. Taking his time, the curly haired brawler yelled out a quick good bye

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow] Of 'Horse it's necessary, silly Attendant.. And don't worry for your loyalty and service to my grand idea, I'll tell Micko that you did wonders on this project!

With Junco leaving the room, the camera slowly traced back to the sunken Staff Member. Now, in a laying down on the benches base a sorrowful sound could be heard from the lean black shirted man as he moaned the lonely word of..I'm going to be fired...

***Sinking down wards, the camera zoomed out and almost immediately was greeted with darkness. With Junco on the move, and a horse on his mind tonights match would definitely prove interesting. Would Junco actually come to the ring with a horse? Could this gimmick help him defeat Sick Fixx? Only time can tell now.***

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

Scene opens, Trent is seen in his locker burning his Blitz! t-shirt and getting rid of the trash can. Trent stands silent for moment, and then makes his way to the ring..

The arena goes pitch black as Cypress Hill's 'Illusions' blares on the loudspeakers as Zeroin cuts to footage of the first time Trent stepped into a TNT arena, getting out of his car, wearing a Blitz! T-shirt, baseball bat in hand, walking into the arena, past P2PW officials, past P2PW staff, past the P2PW locker room, and straight to the ring., effectively "invading" TNT all himself.

Trent: (snickering) I was untouchable that night!

"Tres Leches' hits to a loud ovation as the lights come back on and Trent is standing in the middle of the ring.

Trent: (grinning) Who's the man around here?

The crowd starts chanting 'Acid! Acid! Acid!', Trent puts his microphone up in the air and the chants become deafening.

Trent: As a member of the Blitz! roster I was able to walk onto THIS show, into THIS arena, and into THIS very ring untouched, unscathed....hell, barely even noticed! Heh, to be honest I'm surprised half of the TNT roster, including the three men who will be in the ring with me tonight, didn't try to crucify me in the parking lot when they found out that I was the newest member of TNT, and with this newfound job title, comes the moniker of being knows as 'the man' around here. It's only a matter of time I get MY belt Ninja.

The Crowd approves as the cheers are still deafening.

Trent: What I did up here last time, as a one man invasion, automatically makes me the undisputed MAN around here. And if there's anyone who wants to challenge it, I'm really not hard to find!

The crowd cheers.

Trent: So, let's see what's going on with my newfound home, TNT...We've got virtually an entire locker room full of "superstars" who don't have the balls to face me, who have no pride in their respective workplaces, who have champs who aren't really champs, in fact, it doesn't look that much different from my old home. I guess it's the same dance, but with a different tune. Instead of Scream, Reaper, and NIN talking out their necks, It's Red Ninja, the champion who never was, and Reece Somers, a nobody who's main eventing. Hell, I watched TNT regularly and never even heard of Reece Somers, barely anything on Red Ninja, just that he's the champ. I at least heard E2 from time to time, as it seems like he and Aladdin are only familiar and noteworthy competitors that the casual fan would see as the face of TNT. But Ninja, I hate to tell you thi------ actually, you know, I don't hate telling you this. But I'll tell you.... Red Ninja, you may have the belt, but in this company and ih this business, you are NOT that man, and you are NOBODY. If you really want to know who the man is, please, I beg you, being your ass to the ring so I can bring you back down to earth. And if it's you Red Ninja, I'll gladly take your Championship Belt from you. Because I am the Man, not you. You've proven nothing, you've shown me nothing, and I should be chasing someone else for your belt.

'Tres Leches' hits as Trent gets out of the ring and heads out through the crowd.

Scene Fades.

[brockandsable]

E2/Trent Acid v. Red Ninja/Reece Somers Promo

FADE UP FROM BLACK and we find the One Man Killing Machine strutting down a hallway in the backstage area of the Long Beach Arena. A chorus of cheers is heard from the fans in the sold arena. Cheers for the Big Dawg; cheers for their killing machine. Dressed in street clothes that consist of an oversized white T-shirt, denim jeans and black rugged Timberland boots, E2 has yet to get to the locker room and don his wrestling gear.

The peculiar thing about this picture is that the One Man Killing Machine has masking tape over his mouth. One piece taped diagonally down to the right and the other diagonally down to the left to form an “X”. E2 is also sporting a red and white, medium sized cooler. It’s contents most likely his pre-match snack or warm-up dinner. E2 finally arrives at his destination: A locker room with his name on it. Just as he is about to open the door and go in, John McKay comes running down the hall with a microphone in his hand and a small camera crew behind him. He's obviously prepared to do an interview.

”E2! E2! You’ve finally arrived! I mean, it’s a huge night! Trent Acid is here. Red Ninja is here! Reece Somers is here, I mean, this is huge! Tell the fans what’s on your mind this very moment! And for God’s sakes why is their masking tape on your mouth?”

”Ummpphhh! Umph! ”

”What did you say? Elijah? Can you say that again because we couldn't understand you?”

”Ummpphhh! Umphhh!”

"Elijah, I can’t understand you with that tape over your mouth! You’re going have to take the tape off and be more specific!”

E2 then slowly and methodically puts his cooler down next to his size 16 Timbs and looks McKay directly in the eye. E2 then slowly takes the tape off his mouth.

"I said, 'Fuck you!'"

Without warning E2 slams his fist into the side of McKay’s skull, dropping him like third period French. McKay crashes hard to the floor; his face lumped and a stream of blood flowing from his nose. As E2 puts the tape back on, the fans in the arena cheer this violent act, and from our point of view all we can see is E2 getting smaller as McKay’s camera crew, for the sake of their own health, have begun to back up. E2 then picks up his cooler, opens the locker room door and walks in. CLOSE UP on E2's boot stepping on McKay's head on the way in. Once inside, E2 puts the cooler down and takes a seat on the bench provided. E2 then reaches into the cooler and pulls out---a six pack. A six pack of 16oz Budweiser cans and immediately cracks one open...sttttttsssssss! Ahh, the sound of an ice cold beer being cracked open for the first time, like a virgin after the prom.

E2 goes to take a drink but remembers there is tape over his mouth. He uses one hand to hold his drink and then the other to remove the tape. He begins to guzzle……

”Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. BUUURRRRRRPPP!!!! Ahhhh! That’s a nice little warm up.”

E2 crushes the can in his huge hand and tosses it over his shoulder, then immediately reaches into the cooler and pulls out a second can; the water from the ice cubes still dripping down the side of the can, making it that more inviting. E2 cracks it open.

”Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. BUUUUUUURRRRRAAAPPP!!!! Ahhhh! Now that hit the spot!.”

The second can is crushed and E2 is just about where he needs to be. His eyes slowly turning red and beads of sweat forming, E2 looks into the camera.

”Tonight, it’s E2 and Trent Acid vs. Reece Somers and Red Ninja. Woohooo!! The Morality Enforcer and the self-proclaimed “Ace” of TNT get to do battle with the Hitman and the nigga from the hood! Oh wait! That’s right, I’ve said too much. According to Red Ninja, I run my mouth WAAAAYYY too much around these parts. So allow me to try that again, only this time with the tape.”

E2 reaches into the red cooler and grabs a third can of beer, cracks it open and chugs it even faster than he did the previous two. He then grabs the tape and places it over his mouth in that patented “X” shape. He stands up in camera view.

”Ommmmphhhh! Ommmppphhhh!! Ommmppphhhh! – Ummmppphhh Oooomppphhh, oooommppph!”

Clowning and comedy get you everywhere as E2 tries to cut a promo with tape over his mouth. Trying everything from doing The Hulkster’s point and pose at the camera, to flexing his muscles and beating his chest like a wild gorilla on the war path. The beer is doing its job.

”OMMMMPPPHHHHHHH! OMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! OMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!! OMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!!!!"

After more posing and aping, more monkeying around, E2 finally raises his hands and removes the masking tape from his mouth.

”You see Red Power Ranger, it’s kind of hard to cut a promo without words. It turns out like shit! My bad for “running my mouth” all over the fuckin’ locker room. Last I checked it was called PARTICIPATION and actually being around and GETTING INVOLVED!! Try it sometime. Oh and one other thing: I will talk and talk and run my mouth around here as long as I want. The day you start signing my fuckin' paychecks, is the day I start to do whatever you ask. So until then, fuck you!"

"Now let’s talk about the match. Oh wait I get it, this is like some sort of game to see whether or not I’ve cracked and matured in the company. After all, according to some I have been “swimming around in the undercard and I don’t belong right here in the main event! Accoding to some, I belong in the category of Simz, JT Blade, or even worse---Keith Williams with bullshit victories and glorified performances on Free TV. Fuck dat! And fuck you too!”

E2 reaches into the cooler and grabs another beer, seemingly cracking it open and guzzling it down all in one swift action. As E2 speaks, he swaggers his head back and forth like "Stone Cold" Steve Austin used to do back in the day. Talking with the type of confidence his game has been missing.

”Now as I recall, the last time I had a two-match losing streak I was starting to be a little bitch about it. Losing was a hard concept for me and according to some boys in the back, ‘I whined like a little girl because I didn’t get my way’. Also the last time I looked in the mirror, I didn’t seem to recall having white skin like Simz. I didn’t seem to be a now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t like that bitch Wolverine. And most importantly, I don’t recall being a six-foot two Black man. Naw, nigga! You, Red Ninja, can boast about how you’ve ‘gone through’ the top talent here, but truth is you haven’t done shit to impress me, nigga. In your heart, you know this is it. You know that it’s just a matter of time before the P2PW Heavyweight Championship is strapped around my waist and the referee raises my arms high in the air with you lying beneath me, and the sweat of my nasty black balls dripping down and entering the mouth opening on your mask. You know what time it is."

E2 reaches into the cooler and grabs another beer but refrains from opening it just yet.

”Tonight I’m gonna have to make a point. My partner Trent Acid, who was co-holder of the P2PW Tag Team Titles just a short time ago, has guaranteed me that he will bring his A-game. My nigga will have my back and put the "Morality Enforcer", Reece Somersin his proper place: On the ground. Just how many spotlights are at the ceiling in the Long Beach Arena? Inquiring minds want to know, bitch!”

E2 cracks open the beer but instead of guzzling it, he drinks it slowly—and methodically. The can is raised up and we only see one of E2’s eyes as, still looking directly into the camera, as he downs the cold, refreshing brew. He crushes the empty can and tosses it over his shoulder when done.

”I’m on a mission tonight: My mission is to not only put some lumps on Red Ninja's head; not only to soften Reece Somers' skull like a marshmellow, but it’s to pin the P2PW Heavyweight Champion's shoulders to the mat, 1….2…..3!! A preview of what's to come, if you will. You see Ninja, you’ve been in denial. I don’t know whether that mask allows you to get enough oxygen to flow to your brain, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’VE been TNT’s Most Valuable Player for a while now. You just show up randomly, talk shit and flip us the bird. BORING!! What an “A” show needs is an “A” champion! Some people out there consider us the “B” show. Know why? Cause we got a “B” champion. So for you and your butt-buddy, Reece Somers, tonight will be the first in a series of unfortunate events. A series of beat downs. I got my fists beside me and Trent’s got my back. And I hope, I PRAY TO GOD, that Red Ninja's wife Keith Williams gets involved, because I’ll be happy to use dat skull as a welcome mat. But, if you’ll excuse now, I think I’ve “said too much.”

E2 reaches into the cooler and grabs the final beer, opens it and chugs it down like a glass of water. A slight grin spreads across his lips as he reaches down and grabs the tape, and puts it in an “X” shape over his mouth. E2 then stands up, looks into the camera, and gives us the finger as we FADE TO BLACK.

[Vegeta]

(“The Tiger” Vegeta taps his feet to the beat of the rhythm as he calmly listens to his favourite song on his iPod. Wearing a black vest and an Adidas tracksuit, he is unaware of Summer Anneslay approaching. As his eyes are closed, she taps his shoulder to get his attention. Vegeta awakens from his relaxed state startled. He looks up at Summer, annoyed at her presence.)

Vegeta: What a pleasant surprise.

Summer: Hi Vegeta. Can I get a quick interview, please?

Veg: Why? I don’t have a match, do I?

Summer: (Confused) Err… yes you do.

Veg: (Annoyed) What? No one told me. And anyway, I just came back from a promotional tour of Australia, a couple of hours ago. I’m too tired. You can’t expect me to wrestle now.

Summer: Don’t whine Vegeta. You know that the new owner has a no- nonsense policy. And you should know that he posted the card on his door, for everyone to see. You should have checked it out yourself. You have a match with Stevo316 and you can’t escape.

Veg: Alright. So are you going to interview me now?

Summer: Yes. Start rolling the cameras.

(The cameras start recording and the interview begins.)

Summer: (Looking at the camera) Hi everyone: Summer Anneslay here. I’m about to interview “The Tiger” Vegeta. He has just arrived from a promotional tour in Australia and he’s very eager to get in the ring. (She winks at Vegeta) So how was your tour?

Vegeta: Well, it was great. I took loads of pictures and did a lot of sightseeing. It was very good. The fans loved me- they were great. It’s cool seeing foreign fans because they’re always so hyped about the company.

Summer: OK. Anyway, congratulations on your win at the pay-per-view. How do you think the match came off?

Veg: (Sarcastically) Was that a match? Towards the end it was more like a showcase of my moves. I beat him easily, in under five minutes, even in my bad condition. I almost fainted from my concussion, but I still managed to beat him. That was a squash. It was no five star classic, because I wasn’t in the ring with an opponent who could go toe to toe with me.

Summer: So what do you think of the new owner?

Veg: He’s cool, I guess. It’s not really of my concern. Micko’s a good guy, so I know he’ll make the right choices. Look at McKenna; he made my match at Sole Survivor non-sanctioned, even after I gave my consent. He told me and many others to take days off, that’s not good business. I know Micko loves this company, so I’m sure he’ll put P2PW first.

Summer: Now that you’re done with Chilly Willy, what are your plans?

Veg: (Takes a long pause, thinking.) Errm… (He seems quite hesitant) I’m not sure. I haven’t really………thought it through. I guess I’m going to go for some titles. I’ll make my way up the P2PW ladder.

Summer: Hmmmm……I thought you said you would be more focused after Sole Survivor?

Veg: Well I’ve had a change of heart, I guess. I’ve had a lot of time to think on my 24 hour journey to Australia, and back. I’ve been thinking about my life since signing onto P2PW. It’s been fun, but I don’t think I’ve achieved as much as I can. It might be my fault; it might be someone else’s fault. I’m not too sure. I don’t know what my future has got in hold for me.

(Vegeta scratches his hair, deep in thought.)

Veg: Nevertheless, I’m going to give it my all against Stevo316. I’ve come up against him before and every time I’ve come out on top. Nothing’s going to change this time. I’m not worried. This guy is nothing more than a push over. (He smiles) See you in the ring Stevo.

(Summer and her crew leave the area, and leave Vegeta to think about his upcoming match and the rest of his career.)

[Your Morality Enforcer]

(We open on a street corner, where a woman wearing “Daisy Dukes” and a small t-shirt is trying to attract the attention of passing men. She fails miserably, stamping her feet it a mini-tantrum. Enter Reece Somers, coming out of a nearby bookshop, reading “Jane Eyre”. In fact, he is so engrossed with his novel that he bumps into the lady, and accidentally sends her flying towards the curb. Reece Somers, being both a kind-hearted and also quite unaware of what a prostitute looks like, immediately helps her up, apologising)

Reece Somers:
Sorry, sorry… Just too caught up in my reading. Here, let me help you up…

(Reece helps her up, and smiles politely, before going to head off. However, the girl grabs Reece by the arm, and he turns around, the smile still there, but the eyes betraying some irritation)

Girl:
Dat’ll be ten bucks.

Reece Somers:
Pardon? Ten US Dollars for what, exactly? I know America is going compensation-crazy, but that’s too much. What is your name, miss?

Girl:
Dey calls me Bubbles, and I is charging you for touching me.

Reece Somers:
Touching you? What in the blue are you talking about? It was a slight knock, that’s all. Ok, so I do have rippling muscles that might send a scrawny girl like you flying, but I said sorry, which is more than you get from anyone in this neighbourhood.

Bubbles:
It is a standard charge, you pay me ten bucks for dat touch, or else I’ll ruin ya.

Reece Somers:
Are you, by chance, a Haptephobic?

(The blank stare on Bubble’s face tells Reece that word was probably too long for her)

Reece Somers:
It is the fear of being touched. You definitely seem to be over-reacting.

Bubbles:
Yeah, yeah… Whatever turns you on, now either pay me and take me somewhere private, or else I’ll get mah friends on ya.

Reece Somers:
You’ve got a really cute way of trying to get me to go on a date with you, but sorry, I’m not interested. You’ve got as much dignity as clothes and your voice sounds like someone implanted a cat’s vocal chords into a screaming baby. Murder on my poor ears. So thanks, but no thanks. I’ve got a school I’ve doing a speech at, so I’ve got to run. Goodbye Bubbles.

(Reece walks up the street, and around the corner, out of sight. Bubbles pulls out a mobile phone and dials someone, talking angrily about how a “limey Brit” has scammed her out of her pay. She smiles at the end of the conversation. Meanwhile, Reece has arrived in good time to St. Johnson’s School For The Underachiever. A little known Reece fact is this is actually the first time he has stepped inside a school that has offered anything less than stellar education, having grown up a child prodigy and been at the top end of the system, and in grammar schools. Reece’s face shows disgust as he arrives to find a terrible smell of burnt food and unflushed toilets, and is hurriedly rushed away by a small, chubby woman Reece assumes is the headmaster. He is hurried onto stage, just behind a curtain, without a single word, and Reece wonders if state schools reduced their budget by cutting politeness out the system. Within minutes, the hall is filled with nearly one thousand troublesome kids expecting a huge P2PW star)

Headmaster:
As you all know, I promised if you didn’t start a fire for two weeks, I would get a P2PW wrestler to come down and speak to you all. Now, I’ve done my research here and I know exactly who you kids want. He is the one of TNT’s newest stars, but already has made a great impact in P2PW. In fact, he took time out of his busy schedule before his main event match on this TNT. In my opinion, this man is the greatest wrestler P2PW has, and a tremendous coup for the TNT brand… Ladies and Gentleman… Trent Acid!

(Reece Somers, who before was pretending to be modest, despite the fact no one could see him, is suddenly shocked and looks around for his opponent at TNT this week. However, he is pushed on stage, and it becomes clear to Reece that he has been thrown into the lion’s den. It becomes clearer to the students that Trent Acid is not showing up, and they’ve been ripped off, who start to get very annoyed indeed. Looking at the thousand hateful faces staring back at him, Reece tries to get his composure)

Reece Somers:
Well, I guess there has been some kind of mix-up down the line, but for those unaware, I am not Trent Acid, I am Reece Somers, Morality Enforcer. Now, I wouldn’t lose too much sleep over the fact Trent did not show up here today, as instead you have me speaking, and that is like losing a penny, and gaining a pound.

(The students go from angry to confused)

Reece Somers:
…We use pennies and pounds in Britain… Anyway, I’m looking at the very sparse notes in front of me, and to be honest, I won’t demean myself in such a way. It calls for Trent Acid to first get some cheap pops out of you, and I value your intelligence far more than to, say, make a load of mock challenges that I can’t possibly cope with. Yes, Trent, you really are the “big man”, coming onto this brand, and replacing that delightful Simz with your tired act. You say you watch TNT regularly, yet not know who I am? You must be blind and deaf, because Reece Somers has been the man everyone in P2PW is talking about. Heck, when TNT signed me to their brand, Blitz would never recover. Because there is talk of “A-Shows and B-Shows”… That isn’t true; there is simply the superior show with Reece Somers on it and the one without Reece Somers on it. Trent, you made a big leap when you joined my show, and it is a real shame you killed your chances here by deciding to help out E2. We could’ve got along. I could have taught you the way of the Morality Enforcer, and you may have been lucky enough to become my sidekick one day. Not to be, the name Trent Acid will be more forgotten than Superstar Sunday.

(The crowd of children are obviously annoyed by the defaming of their hero, and teachers struggle to hold any semblance of order and control)

Reece Somers:
Come on, settle down now. You don’t realise what an honour it is for you, the lowest rungs on the ladder, to see a true self-made man in front of you, actually speaking to you without the aid of a screen. And it says on this ever-so-pointless cue card that I should give you some advice in education. Like a few words will help you now. Look at yourself; you have actually managed to undo evolution. Now, if you weren’t American, you would not have been thrown away to rot. In England, we are all about helping lesser men develop to be as good as they can. Heck, even Canada helps their weaker students, but America takes pride in displaying their future as imbeciles, idiots and morons who will end up on a life of crime, a dead-end job or President. I’m a product of the British education system, and look where I am now: In front of all of you, as I will be for my entire life. But hey, you just lost the genetic lottery, and I feel for you, I really do. But don’t give up; if you work really hard you could get to E2’s standard. Well, actually if you sit there for another five years and let your brains rot, you will be about E2’s level anyway. In fact, I can see why he would be an idol for you people… A neglectful, bashful degenerate who is corrupting and warping your minds. He drinks when he speaks, is openly vulgar and coarse, and has little to no control over his life, or the beating I will inflict on him. Because that’s how people of your standard learn, you have the bad beaten out of you, and the good eventually rises. Shame that the cane is banned now, because you hoodlums wouldn’t be running amok.

(Running amok is exactly what they are doing. The headmaster has retreated, not wanting anything to do with the volatile situation that Reece is causing with his words. The teachers are lost in a sea of angry pupils)

Reece Somers:
And you know the most painful thing? E2 will suffer beating after beating from yours truly, and he’ll get up, start saying the same things and challenge guys on the other show, because he knows they can’t touch him. And who is running things around here? Mastadon, one week into your reign and the matches are riddled with interference and cheap wins galore. Now instead of demanding other people patch up over your mistakes, maybe you should be more proactive. Instead of allowing former Blitz members to come and attack me while I, with the help of that lovable rogue Red Ninja, teach E2 some lessons in respect and decency. Reece Somers vs. Red Ninja would have been the Flair/Steamboat of this decade, and E2 decides to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong. You want to pin Red Ninja, and claim a victory over the champ? Well, that’ll be very hard to achieve when I’ve already won the match. Now, as for Red Ninja, I won’t lie. Myself and Ninja aren’t “best buddies”, we don’t hang out, we barely know each other but I think there is respect, or at least the knowledge that the two of us are amazing athletes who shouldn’t have to put up with two clowns running around ruining our matches and our lessons. Now, I’ll open it to the floor…

(A thousand voices scream different profanities at once. Reece Somers knowingly smiles; this is just like dealing with the TNT fans… Heck, most of them probably were the guys coming to the show, hoping, craving Reece Somers’ demise at the hand of the One Man Killing Machine and Trent Acid. But for now, Reece had done his bit, and it wasn’t his mess to clean up. Just like after the show his opponents would need to be scraped off the mat, he would leave someone else to quell the disaster-zone he created. Little did Reece Somers know that outside, waiting for some time was Bubbles’ pimp, a feared man who wouldn’t think twice about leaving Reece in a puddle of his own blood. In fact, ironically, Reece would be spared such an encounter by a phone call. Terence Odour, the pimp in question, was on the phone to his contact who confirmed that the person who didn’t pay was a local wrestler…)

Pimp:
… Some P2PW guy, one of TNT’s wrestlers… Wait… E2? …Man, I love that guy… Really? Guess we got the wrong place… Yeah, I’ll search for him later… Bye.

(The pimp smiled, waiting outside the school for his hero, with a pen in his hand. Reece Somers emerged from the building, walking right past him)

Reece Somers:
Good afternoon.

Pimp:
Yeah, yeah…

(Reece, used to America’s policy of not being polite back, simply shrugged and went on his way. At TNT he faces Trent Acid and E2, both who need a lesson in respect and decency, one only a Morality Enforcer can provide)

[ddt]

Junco Junky
"The Tiger" Vegeta
Reece Somers and Red Ninja

[_the j-man]

Locked.