TNT Preview, Promos & Votes: Sept 7th - Sept 11th

[_the j-man]

LIVE from the MANDALAY BAY
Las Vegas, Nevada

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"Tres Leches" blasts over the P.A. System as the crowd cheers as we see Trent Acid walks out to a bigger pop, his head is bandage from the last TNT as he was hit with a large stick to the back of his head. Trent Acid gets into the ring and pulls out a microphone, his music cuts off as the crowd cheers.

Trent Acid: Thank you. Last TNT I was competing with E2 against Red Ninja & Reece Somers. I was hit in the back of the head from Red Ninja, at first I saw E2 holding the stick and thought it was him for a minute. But I saw the footage and I was happy to see that wasn't the case. But... Now I'm hearing in the back from the boys and others that E2 is blaming me for the loss against the team... I just have to...

"Headsprung" blasts over the P.A. system as the crowd erupts into a huge pop! E2 charges down the ring and climbs up inside it as he pulls out his own microphone pacing back and forth as he looks at Trent Acid. We see Trent with an intense look on his face not impressed with what E2 is doing.

E2: So, you think I'm trying to blame you for the loss?

Trent Acid: That's what I'm hearing, you tell me.

E2: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I BLAME YOU! I'm not the one who had his shoulders pinned to the mat. 1... 2... 3...

Trent Acid cuts off E2 before he can even finish the rest of his sentence as he is obvisiously upset.

Trent Acid: That's cute, but where were you? Mr. One Man Killing Machine? I would really like to know that. It seems you were too busy trying to keep up with Red Ninja and you couldn't even prevent him from blasting me in the back of the head!!!

E2: I can't be everywhere at once so I can save your sorry ass!!!

The crowd goes "Oh!" as Trent Acid drops the microphone and takes off his shirt! The crowd goes nuts as E2 drops the microphone too but already has his shirt off. We're about to see a war until we hear something over the P.A. System!

Mastadon: Whoa! Wait a god damn second here!

Mastadon makes his way out towards the ring as the crowd gives a decent pop to the P2PW Owner. He jumps into the ring to get between the two superstars.

Mastadon: Alright! That's enough you two! You want a piece of each other so badly... Well, I was planning on announcing the #1 Contender for the P2PW Heavyweight Championship, but since you two are so excited to face each other I'm going to book you two tonight!

The crowd explodes into cheers as we see Trent Acid nod his head yes as the crowd is eating it up.

Mastadon: So tonight, E2 vs. Trent Acid... Winner goes to face Red Ninja at the next TNT PPV coming up! Now get the hell out of my ring before I revoke this privilege!

The crowd cheers as Trent Acid slowly gets out of the ring. He points to E2 and says, "I'll see you in the ring!" E2 blows a kiss at Trent Acid as we have our main event tonight!!!

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TONIGHT'S CARD

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***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
It's a battle of the two top females on TNT! The Fizz makes her debut tonight against the former girlfriend of E2, Amie! This will be a match-up for the ages, at least between the women. Check it out tonight!
Amie
vs.
The Fizz


**OFFICIAL PAY-PER-VIEW TITLE & DATE ANNOUNCED**[/u][/color][/size]


***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Dan "Dragon" Taylor hates "Tigers" and tonight he will go after one of Aladdin's family members. If DDT wins, "The Tiger" Vegeta must quit TNT. But, if "The Tiger" Vegeta wins, he will get the P2PW Rage Championship back for "The Tiger" Aladdin. Who will win?! Find out.
Dan "Dragon" Taylor
vs.
"The Tiger" Vegeta


***P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Keith Williams will makes his first defense and what he considers a "warm-up" against a man in Snake, who pushed Former TNT Superstar, Simz to the limit. You know Reece Somers will be watching this match unfold. Find out who will win!
Keith Williams
vs.
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**A SECRET TNT PROJECT ABOUT BLITZ?!!**[/u][/color][/size]


***MAIN EVENT***[/u][/color][/size]
***#1 CONTENDER'S MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
E2 & Trent Acid had problems ever since the loss of last week's match! E2 is on a losing streak and so is Trent Acid. Tonight, one of these men will break that streak and become the New #1 Contender for Red Ninja's P2PW Heavyweight Championship belt! It'll be a war!
E2
vs.
Trent Acid

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DEADLINE[/u][/color][/size]
Monday
Sept. 11th, 2006
6pm EST[/center]

[_the j-man]

The Fizz
DDT
Keith Williams
E2

[brockandsable]

The Fizz
"The Tiger" Vegeta
Keith Williams
E2

Promo to come.....

[Aladdin]

The Fizz
Vegeta
Snake - Sorry Keith
E2 (break out a 5.0, dude.)

[Stare]

jman said:

The Fizz
DDT
Keith Williams
E2 vs. Trent Acid (Undecided)

Not to sound like a dick, but if you get to vote on TNT and Blitz!, shouldnt I be able to do the same? Anyways . . .

Fizz
DDT
Keith
Trent Acid

[Your Morality Enforcer]

The Fizz
DDT
Keith Williams
E2

(Uses night off to think of more words for the term "Redneck")

[Red Ninja]

Fizz
DDT
Keith
E2

[The Executioner]

Fizz
DDT
Keith
E2

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Fizz
DDT
Snake
Trent Acid (Bring your A game Elijah, I got somethin' for your ass)

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Myself
DDT
Keith Williams
Trent Acid

Promo coming soon.

[juncojunky]

Amie (needs some votes)
DDT
Kieth
E2

...I'll be looking forward to this one

[ddt]

The Fizz
DDT
Keith Williams
Trent Acid


Finding time to RP almost impossible.

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens in the desert just outside of Las Vegas. Keith Williams is seen walking around in his usual street clothes. But oddly he has a pitchfork laying over his one shoulder. The camera follows him for a few moments. Keith stops suddenly and turns around to look at the camera.

Keith Williams:
As you can obviously tell, I am no where near Mandalay Bay. Now you might be wondering why I am standing in the middle of a desert when just over that hill is Las Vegas. How I can be passing up beer, gambling, and hot women to stand in over 100 degree weather. Well patience, you will find out soon enough.

Now some of you think that right now I am obligated to say something about the incident that occurred last week on TNT. Say how I am gonna get Reece back for smashing me over the head with the beer bottle. Well you see I could do that, but I gonna talk the moral high road this week. Reece, you know you time will come. It won't be tonight, tomorrow or even a week from now. But it will happen. You see Reece, I am the champion, I decide the when, where and who gets a shot at my belt. Not someone with a stick so far up his ass that he could floss his teeth with the tips of the branch.

But hey, I heard thru the grapevine that you get the night off. Rumor has it that you will be watching my match tonight in the back. Tell you what Reece, I do you one better.

Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out what appears to be a ticket

Right here, a front row seat to tonights show. I will leave it at the box office for you. Why have you sit in the back and watch my match on a small tv when you can see it live and up close? And while you are at it, bring a little notebook, take some notes. I will show you how a real champion takes care of his opponent Cause it doesn't matter how much film work you do, you will never be able to take this belt from me..

Keith turns away from the camera. He continues his walk in the desert. After a minute or two, a faint rattling can be heard. After another minute the rattling begins to get louder. Keith walks towards the rattling. After another moment or two Keith stops. He quickly raises his pitchfork and sends it crashing down to the earth. The camera pans down to see a diamondback rattlesnake caught between the pitchfork. The snake is hissing and his rattler is going feverishly fast.

Keith ever so calmly just walks around to the other side of the snake. He lowers himself down in the catchers position. He then tilts his cowboy hat up as he looks up at the camera

Keith Williams:
A diamondback rattlesnake, one of the most venomous snakes in North America. You might also say one of the most lethal snakes on the planet. But look at him now. Trapped underneath a man made object. He can shake his rattle and hiss all he wants but it won't change his situation. He is still stuck. He is totally at my mercy. Right now I am this snakes god. I alone can decide his fate.

Keith straightens back up. He reaches into his coat and produces a gun out of a holster that he has strapped to his chest. He opens the chamber and checks to see if there is any bullets inside. He then spins the chamber and snaps it back into the gun. He then points the gun at the snake.

It would take no effort at all to right now end this snakes life. One small muscle contraction on my index finger and life as this snake knows it will be over. Then again....

Keith takes the gun and puts it back into the holster that he had just produced it from a moment prior

I could leave this snake here, laying underneath this pitchfork. Leave him to roast in the hot Nevada desert. Force him to suffer a slow, agonizing death.

Or I could simply grab this pitchfork and release the snake. Allow him his freedom. Allow him to once again stalk and feed on the week and feeble of the desert.

But you see while I have 3 choices to choose from for this snake, That is one Snake that won't be so fortunate. Tonight, Snake you get a chance of a lifetime. You get to step into the ring with the "Rookie Phenom of P2P". The only undefeated champion on either show. You get a shot at my Internet title. And while I give this snake 3 ways to escape his predicament, you won't be so lucky there Snake. There is only one of two ways you going to get
out of our match tonight. Either I will decide to execute you quick and painless, or sentence you to a slow and painful end. But you see Snake either way you look at it, tonight just isn't your night.

So enjoy the rest of your day, gamble a little, take in a show, maybe go enjoy some female entertainment. Maybe play with your one eye snake one last time cause once you step inside that ring with me, and that bell rings, you won't be enjoying your trip to Vegas. They have this slogan "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas". Well Snake what happens in Vegas tonight, will linger with you for months to come. Will it be you sporting a cast on a arm? on a leg? A cut that forces you to gets stitches and in that case you will have a scar that will be a reminder every day that you look in the mirror that you tempted fate by getting into that ring with me and came out on the short end of it.

So tape those fists up real tight. Kiss those snakes of yours good-bye. And I will see you in the ring.

Keith starts walking out of the camera view. The camera just pans down and does a close up of the snake still trapped under the pitchfork

*No snakes were harmed during the filming of this segment. The only snake that will be harmed will be on TNT. So stay tune and watch.*

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Fizz
Dan Taylor
Keith Williams
E2

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

The Fizz is in her locker room watching the Hungarian Grand Prix where her favourite driver has won his first ever race on video. Summer Annesley is in the ring and begins to speck.

Summer Annesley: Ladies and Gentlemen. Let me introduce to a wrestler that has just come from Blitz to TNT who hasn’t had much wins in her career but trying her best. She was on the one on one show with E2 last week The Fizz.

I Stand Alone by Godsmack as Fizz walks down to the ring looking at the fans in an evil way and Summer begins the interview.

Summer Annesley: Welcome to TNT. I am sure that you are excited about your match against Amie this week on TNT. I know that you have been watching TNT for sometime now. What do you think of TNT?

The Fizz: I am honed to be on TNT because you see. They needed to have another female wrestler here on TNT. I was at the last PPV that TNT did and I got to say that they have the most talented and the best wrestlers in TNT. I have faced some of them in the battle royal at Sole Survivor a couple of months ago and they are tough to beat. I still think that I could beat every single wrestler on the TNT roster and win a title someday here.

Crowd say Fizz sucks and Summer asks Fizz another question.

Summer Annesley: What are your thoughts about Amie?

The Fizz: What are my thoughts about Amie? How in the hell can E2 go out with someone like her. I don’t like Amie one bit. Look at her.

Someone puts a picture of her on the large screen

The Fizz: She can’t dress herself hell she can’t even look after herself. I mean when was the last time she even wrestled a female wrestler like me? Never because unlike all of those female wrestlers she defected. I am nothing like them. I am different because I am going to make history in TNT as one of the most dangerous female wrestlers that she even faced in her life. I can’t stand her and you fans really suck on how you can cheer for that bitch that she is and not for me

Crowd say Fizz sucks even more and gets very angry with the fans.

The Fizz: Shut your gobs because you will see your favourite wrestler Amie gets beaten up so bad that she will not be able to walk out of the ring. I am in better shape then I was the last time I wrestled against Starcrunch because I have been training for this match for a couple of weeks now. You did the wrong thing last week E2 by attacking me when I was trying to make an impact and you demon bombed me. Pathetic move if you ask me and what is with you and these chants of what the fuck is Blitz that the fans do for you when you are in the ring.

Crowd chant what the fuck is blitz loud and Fizz closes her ears so she doesn’t her the fans saying it.

The Fizz: That is the worse chant I have ever heard in my life. You and Amie have one thing in common. You both suck as wrestlers in TNT. There are far better wrestlers out there then you two are. Amie is the worse name I have heard in my life. Couldn’t you think of a better wrestling name? To me you are going to be the first ever wrestler that is going to get The Fizz Pop by me which I haven’t used yet but once I have beaten you up badly. I am going to use it on you. Your gonna get fizzed Amie.

Summer Annesley: Thanks for your interview with me.

The Fizz: You’re welcome. Now get out of my way so I can watch the Hungarian Grand Prix again on video and work out.

The Fizz goes backstage and goes into her locker room to work out and watch the Hungarian Grand Prix on video again.

[stocko]

TONIGHT'S CARD

***SINGLES MATCH***

The Fizz


**OFFICIAL PAY-PER-VIEW TITLE & DATE ANNOUNCED**


***SINGLES MATCH***
Dan Taylor



***P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH***
Keith Williams



**A SECRET TNT PROJECT ABOUT BLITZ?!!**


***MAIN EVENT***
***#1 CONTENDER'S MATCH***

.
Trent Acid (now this gave me some worries, but gotta go with my homie)

[brockandsable]

*****E2 v. Trent Acid Promo*****
Last week they were partners. This week they are opponents. This match determines the Number One Contender for the P2PW Heavyweight Championship!

…..Several hours prior to the match.


The scene opens inside a desoate bar on the outskirts of Las Vegas, about 20 miles northeast of the downtown strip. The interior design is rather laid back in nature, featuring decade-old wooden bar stools, pool tables covered with desert dust, and a small stage to the left of the bar that looks right out of the 1930's. A few patrons are occupied by the various slot machines in the back, and an exotic dancer rhythmically graces a pole on that retro stage. She looks as if she's about 45; like she should have left the game years ago. This is evident by the wrinkles and skinfolds beneath her chin, saggy boobs, and the loose flab on her hips and thighs that quiver when she moves.

On the far end of the bar, the one closer to the entrance, three hefty hillbillies sit, side-by-side, drinking mugs of their favorite beer. It appears as if they are the resident "tough guys" as they sport sleeveless flannel shirts exposing 20 inch biceps, big red trucker caps, and tattoo drawings of demons and warlocks on their arms. Hell's Angels. At the other end of the bar, E2 sits angrily; dressed in street clothes with his shoulders slightly slumped, downing an entire pitcher of golden-brown beer. A small camera crew, led by Summer Annesley stands within interview range. The male patrons scattered throughout the bar ignore the old stripper completely, rather they turn their interest look to Summer as she sports a pink top and white mini-skirt, revealing her navel ring and upon further investigation, long, tan legs that are capped off with white, open-toed high heel sandals. Summer has the mic and is ready to roll.

”And ready in three, two, one and action!!”

(Looking into the camera) ”I might as well finish my beer, say I’m gonna destroy Trent Acid in the ring tonight, put some tape over my mouth and call it a promo. But it just isn’t that simple. The fans of TNT want to hear what E2 has to say. The people want to know if E2 can bring it!”

E2 picks up the half empty pitcher and guzzles the rest of the beer down like an athlete would guzzle Gatorade on a hot summer day.

”BUUUUURRRAAAAPPPPP!!! Trent, they must have fucked your head up good over on Blitz!. Mastadon must have taken all your heart and soul at Sole Survivor because you seem to think that being sent to TNT entitles you to a little rest and relaxation. You think you can come into the Big Dawg’s house and just sit back and chill. FUCK NO! See you fucked up bad last week, playa. It was the main event to end all shows! It was E2 and Trent Acid against The Morality Enforcer and Red Ninja! The match to end all shows!! I thought I could count on you to bring your “A” game. I thought I could rely on your toughness to balance things out. WRONG!! Seems as if you didn’t have enough respect for this One Man Killing Machine, and you decided to half-ass it. Seems as if other "things" got in the way and you had to cut things short! Nigga when you tag with E2, you bring everything you got. You didn’t care to do that, so I'mma have to fuck you up!”

Something catches E2’s attention from the side of his eye: The three hillbillies at the other end of the bar. As they enjoy their drinks and converse amongst each other, they periodically look over to E2 and point and laugh.

”The Trent Acid I saw in the ring last week, the Trent Acid I saw promo prior to the match, was not the same Trent Acid that once held one half of the P2PW Tag Team Titles. That was not the same Trent Acid that stood opposite Deathrow at Wrestlefever 2 last year ready to spill blood; ready to stomp a mudhole, ready to bring everything he's got in his arsenal! Naw nigga! The Trent that showed up on last week’s show was some kind of wannabe imposter, because the shit he left in his trail was that of a sorry, washed-up bitch who resented being here!”

The three hillbillies continue to laugh and point while E2 cuts his promo, and the One Man Killing Machine is visually becoming upset here. E2 is prompted to pause from his promo and summon the bartender.

”I would like you to buy those three rednecks at the end of the bar a drink of whatever they want; but on one condition and one condition only: That they enjoy those drinks and shut the fuck up!”

The bartender agrees and immediately walks over to the hillbillies and flips over three shot glasses, one in front of each of them. He then leans in closer to the hillbillies and explains something to them, nervously pointing over to the angry Black man in the process. The three hillbillies soon look over to E2, then back at the bartender, and then back to E2 and salute him in agreement with their bottles of beer. It’s all cool now.

”BUUURRAAAPPPPP!!! Trent, that performance from you last week made me think that TNT should have just straight up traded Simz for the Fizz—end of stuy. But now I can see clearly that the powers that be had to “thin out the numbers” and send some of the trash from their show over to TNT.”

From the other end of the bar, the hillbillies begin to point in E2’s direction and laugh again. This time the laughing is even louder than before, and it becomes blatently obvious that these men don't mind making trouble. The truce has been broken.

(Looking at directly into the camera and holding up his forefinger) “Excuse E2 one second!”

Beads of sweat have formed on his brow, and E2's eyes begin to bubble with rage as he stands up from his barstool and methodically walks over to the three hillbillies, cracking his huge knuckles in the process.

”On behalf on my right fist and my left fist, as well as my size 16 boot, my friends and I decided to take a stroll over here and find out what the hell is so goddamn funny!?"

”We couldn’t help but listen in on the promo yee were cuttin’ over there with that fine, young piece of ass. Yee see, we follow both Pee-2-Pee Dub'ya shows and order all the pay per vieeews, and watch all the superstars compete in dat der squered-circle. And the only thing wee kin recall for the past three weeks is, in one woozy way or another, yee get your Black ass kicked and get handed the big ‘L’!" No matter what you say, no matter how improved your promos are, no matter how "tough" yee say yee are, yee just keep on losin'. Yee keep on getting disgraced, week after week. I mean goog Gawd almighty! The j-man smacked you around like a red-headed stepchild at Sole Survivor and then pinned your shoulders to the mat! Hee hee hee! Yuk, yuk, yuk! My favorite competitor Keith Williams disgraced you on TNT by kicking your ass and then laughing at you when he was finished. And then your Black ass couldn't stay focused last week when you left the ring and allowed your partner to get stomped. Now yee lost yeer bitch! Yee lost yeer shot to main event Fever 3, and yee lost yeer "precious" Internet title! Yee're a loser if I ever seen one. Haw! Haw! Haw!! And here you are talking about winning World Title matches? Haw! Haw! Haw!! Hee! Hee! Hee! What a stupid nigger!!!”

The three hillbillies burst into furious laughter, but before the first hillbilly can even finish, a big Black fist lands in his mouth, sending him to the floor and sending four of his teeth to the top of the bar. The bartender ducks down for cover. The second hillbilly, wanting to defend his buddy, picks up the wooden barstool he was sitting on and slams it over E2’s head. E2 just stands there laughing sadistically, as pieces of chair fall to his right side and his left side. The hillbilly shits himself as E2 spits a woodchip from his mouth and then laughs some more. Hillbilly throws and lands a punch on E2's jaw, but the One Man Killing Machine continues to laugh louder. Then, in a blink of an eye, E2 unloads a series of rights and lefts into the Hillbilly's ribs and gut. Then he spins him around and lets him have a few fists in the kidneys. Pure punishment. He spins him around again and headbutts him, cracking his nose. As the hillbilly grabs his broken nose in pain, E2 plants a fist in his sternum. A cracking sound is heard and E2 then picks up the hillbilly, spins him upside down, and then drops him on his head. Horrified, the third hillbilly makes for the door and tries to escape. But a big Black hand catches him by the collar just in time….

”Where you goin', nigga?......”

Cut to Summer and her crew flinching violently as they are accompanied by sounds of things being smashed, pieces of wood flying around, a hillbilly voice screaming “NO!” and a final barrage of crashing noises and violent pounding--and then suddenly, all is quite. CUT BACK to E2 sitting back down at his place, ready to continue the interview. Blood is splattered across his forehead and cheek, blood that isn’t his.

”Now as I was saying, this match is for a shot at becoming the number one contender! The winner of this match will face Red Ninja at the next pay per view! Will face the World Champion in all of his ninja glory! But most importantly, this match is about respect.”

E2 looks at the pitcher of beer in front him that was refilled while he was kicking ass. He grabs the pitcher with massive hands and guzzles it down with ease. The first hillbilly, though struggling in pain, begins to rise up off the ground and struggle to his feet. We see a size 16 boot slam into the side of his head and split his skull wide open. The hillbilly crashes to the floor, unconscious.

”I have to set an example Trent. There will be many more E2 singles matches—there will be many more E2 tag matches and I have to send the message that if you are going to tag with E2 you better bring your best game to the ring, ready to put forth your best match. Tonight, I will use you as an example of what happens when you don’t. Tonight, I will leave E2's "Grade A Stamp of Approval" on your forehead. You're on TNT now, nigga. You're in the big leagues. That means your ass belongs to me now.”

E2 gets up and throws the bartender a wad of cash, for the drinks and the mess. Before he heads for the door, he picks up the empty pitcher he was drinking and smashes it over the unconscious hillbilly’s head again. He then exits the bar, stepping on Hillbilly 3's head in the process. His destiny lies ahead. A dance with Trent Acid, to determine the number one contender.

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[Trent Matsunoshin]

Scene opens in the arena parking lot, it's dusk as Trent stands near the entrance, some fans look on as Trent looks at the arena.

Trent (Incredulously): Wow....two weeks into TNT, and I STILL haven't been crucified in the arena parking lot. Instead, I got rewarded for coming here.... I get a #1 Contender's Match. And the roster hasn't tried to make me an example. I find that humorous, Elijah. Don't you think so Elijah? It's kind of like Eminem in 2000, make an impact that pisses everyone off, get rewarded for it....humorous. Hilarious in fact.

Trent chuckles.

Trent: (yelling) IT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS!!

Trent continues yelling.

Trent: I'M LAUGHING OUT LOUD AT EVERYONE ON THIS SHOW!

Trent quickly returns to a calm composure

Trent: Elijah, if you think I don't want to be here, if you think I don't care. Well, you're partially right. See, coming in from Blitz! I was expecting TNT to not give me such a warm welcome, I was, like I said last show, expecting to get my ass handed to me because I invaded your show, and I invaded your segment, last show, I was expecting to not even make it into the arena without having to kick someone's ass. I thought TNT was going to put me in and Fizz in the hospital....I was expecting a big time beatdown. I seriously thought TNT was gonna be a war zone. But instead of any bites, I just heard the same thing I heard from you when I was on Blitz!

Trent pauses. Unimpressed.

Trent: I heard a bunch of barking, and I heard most of it from you, Elijah.

Trent snickers as he looks around.

Trent: And honestly, it disappoints me. It disappoints me because it turned out that TNT is apparently the same show as Blitz! with different faces, lots of talk, and no action. It's the same tune and the same dance, only done with different characters. Instead of NIN it's Ninja, instead of Reaper it's Reece, and instead of that curtain jerker JT it's the One Man Bitching Machine. You oughtta be traded to Blitz! for a plunger! Because you'd get your ass kicked over there just like you do every week here on TNT.

Trent starts to grin.

Trent: Elijah, last I checked WE lost that match, me being pinned is just a formality. There's no 'I' in team, and I got pinned because you decided to be somewhere jerking off Red Ninja and Reece got lucky and pulled one out, who was my tag partner that night? Certainly wasn't you, yet your soooo quick to blame me. And all of a sudden you're the sour one, because YOU couldn't hack it, you decided that YOUR precious Women's Title, Yeah I SAID IT, You're precious Bitch-a-net title meant more to you than our tag match. Where's your focus? What are your real intentions? I know what mine are, I've had the same intentions since I came to P2PW.

Trent's mood becomes that of complete rage.

Trent: And you, being the bitch that you are, watched what happened, and probably enjoyed it... in fact, you probably planned it with Ninja, for me to get hit over the head with that kendostick, to hear that beautifully painful sound of that kendostick crashing over my head, and while you chased after Red Ninja, you didn't bother or even care to think about the match, about the win. About the WIN!

Trent pauses.

Trent: And you have the nerve to blame me for it, acting like you were the better man when you weren't even in the damn corner, acting like you're the high and the mighty, be-all end-all of TNT, like you could never lose, like you could do no wrong. Your thinking is flawed Elijah, and all of your flaws showed when you decided that jerking off Red Ninja was more important than beating him and Reece Somers to a pulp, when you decided to forget about the match, when you decided to SCREW WITH ME!

Trent pauses.

Trent: And YOU couldn't even stop Ninja, what were you doing? Watching! Enjoying it! Laughing about it! Smiling as Red Ninja gracefully did your dirty work for you, you might as well have been the one swinging that kendostick, Elijah, after the beating I give you tonight, the only person you can blame for it is yourself. Because while you think your gonna make an example of me, I have an example of my own to set, the example of reaching me goal and becoming the P2PW Heavyweight champion. And mercilessly beating you to a bloody pulp is just the first step. The example will finally be set when you will have no choice but to bow down to me and kiss my soon-to-be P2PW Title. The #1 Contender means the next in line, and since you've crossed the line, your only the latest casualty in my journey to become Heavyweight Champion.

Trent gives a bold look into the camera, then walks toward the arena.

Scene fades.

[Vegeta]

Sorry if this is after the deadline time. My internet would not display this site. Please count this promo because i stayed up to finish it.

VOTES:

Fizz
Vegeta
Keith Williams
E2


PROMO:


(The scene opens to show Vegeta walking through double doors, from the outside. Once he gets through the doors it’s clear to see that he is now in a hospital. He looks around the waiting area and then walks upto the front desk. An attractive nurse, who was talking on the phone, puts it against her chest and looks towards Vegeta.)

Nurse: Can I help you sir?

Vegeta: Yes, you can. Could you point me in the direction of “The Tiger” Aladdin’s room please.

(The nurse looks at Vegeta not knowing what he’s talking about.)

Nurse: Sir, I’m sorry, but this is a hospital. You can’t come in here, make up silly names and waste our time. We have important things to do, you know.

(Vegeta is confused a first but then realizes what he did.)

Vegeta: Oh shit! I’m sorry, I forgot. I’ve gotten used to addressing him like that. I meant Sayon Rudran. Can you take me to his room please?

Nurse: Mr. Rudran! He’s quite the popular guy around here.

(The nurse starts to look into a void, lost in thought. She whispers to herself.)

Nurse: Very popular…three times.

Vegeta: Excuse me?

(The nurse who was biting her lip, snaps out of her dream. She looks up at Vegeta who is perplexed, and blushes.)

Nurse: Nothing. Follow me I’ll take you to see him.

(The nurse gets out of her chair and walks in the direction of Aladdin’s room. Vegeta follows her, but not before checking out her ass. He nods approving of it. When she finally gets to the room, she knocks on the door and pops her head into the room. She opens the door open wide, letting Vegeta in. He walks in and sees Aladdin sleeping, with a range of medical apparatus around his bed. Aladdin his bandages around his head and still seems banged up from his assault.)

Nurse: Can I have your name, please.

Vegeta: (turning his attention to her) Sure. It’s Vegeta. Wait! I did it again. Haran Umaskanth.

(The nurse scribbles down Vegeta’s real name and takes one last look at Aladdin, seemingly melting, before she leaves.)

Veg: What a weird woman.

(The door slams shut and Vegeta walks upto Aladdin. He sees him sleeping like a baby and decided not to wake him. Instead Vegeta sits down on the chair, next to his bed and thinks to himself.)

Veg: (thinking) Man, look at him. I can’t believe he is in a hospital. In all my years with him, I’ve never seen him this vulnerable. It’s so weird to me. My big brother, the single person that I look upto in the world, the person who I see as invincible. And he’s stuck in this hospital bed, helpless and beaten within an inch of his life. I can’t believe this is happening.

(Vegeta leans forward in his chair.)

Veg: Dan Taylor is responsible for this. That bastard put you in here, Aladdin. He will pay, I promise you. No-one puts their hands on my family and gets away with it. No-one! If it’s the last thing I do, I will get my revenge for you, Aladdin. Once I’m done with him, not only will he be the one in hospital but the Rage Title will be in our family once again. Aladdin has done so much for me, professionally and personally. This is may way of repaying him. I have no choice but to defeat Dan and show him that he’s messing with the wrong family.

(After an hour or so, Aladdin starts to wake up. Vegeta who has been sitting down the whole time, looks up to see his cousin looking at him from his bed. Aladdin tries to sit up. Vegeta quickly jumps up and goes to help Aladdin rearrange some of his pillows. Aladdin wants none of it. Stubbornly, he does it himself.)

Aladdin: Vegeta, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

(Vegeta, not one to argue with Aladdin, backs off and allows him to take care of himself. Vegeta sits back on the chair.)

Veg: How are you feeling?

Aladdin: I’m fine. Like I said, don’t worry.

(Aladdin puts on a confident face trying to cover up his pain, not wanting to show his cousin how bad he is feeling. He tries to lift himself up but can’t find the energy and lets out a quiet scream in pain. Vegeta jumps up, worried. Now Aladdin shows that he isn’t fine and that he’s in a lot of pain.)

Veg: Al, do you want me to get the nurse?

Aladdin: No. Leave it.

(Vegeta reluctantly sits down.)

Aladdin: How are you doing?

Veg: I’m okay. I just came to see if you were getting better. From the looks of it, you’re not.

(Aladdin stays silent.)

Veg: I brought you some food. This hospital stuff is shit.

(Vegeta places a bag of Burger King on Aladdin’s side table.)

Veg: It’s probably cold now.

Aladdin: Thanks Veg. So, I hear you have a match with Dan Taylor, this week.

Veg: I do. I promise you, I’ll get him back for what he’s done. He nothing more than a phony. He claims to be a great wrestler but I haven’t seen anything special from him, I’ll beat him, just like you did. Then when you come back, he’ll be so beat up from his match with me that he’ll be easy pickings for you. I’ll take care of everthing.

Aladdin: Hey, listen, Veg. You just go out there and beat him in your match. Don’t worry about hurting him. He plays dirty, so just make sure you’ve got it covered. I’ll deal with him myself when I’m ready.

Veg: But, Al. I can do it. You don’t need to worry about him. You see, he agreed that if I beat him, he’ll hand over the Rage Title to me. Then I can give it back to you. Once he’s given me the title, I’ll make sure he never tries anything like that again.

(Aladdin looks surprised.)

Aladdin: You’re telling me, he actually agreed to hand over the title, as long as you beat him. Wow! It’s as good as mine, then. How did you manage that?

Veg: Well… the deal was that if I beat him, he’ll give me the title but if he beats me, then I’ll have to quit forever.

Aladdin: What! Why did you agree to that? You can’t put your career on the line just for me.

Veg: I had no choice. He disrespected our family. I have to teach him a lesson even if it means putting my career on the line. It’s not like I’m going to lose. I mean, he’s a good wrestler, I admit but I’m better. I’ve held a title and I won it fairly, he hasn’t won anything. Besides, in the off chance that I do lose, I can always go to WWE.

(Aladdin laughs a bit at Vegeta’s last comment but then starts coughing badly and even coughs up some blood.)

Veg: Damn. Sorry.

Aladdin: (stopped coughing) Just promise me one thing.

Veg: What is it?

Aladdin: Do not take matters into your own hands after the match. Do what you have to do in the match, but then just get the title and go. Don’t get into a fight afterwards.

(Vegeta looks away and tries to avoid the question but Aladdin pats him on the knee, prompting him to answer.)

Veg: (half-heartedly) Fine.

Aladdin: Good. Now, the doctor will be coming any minute now to update my progress, so you had better be off. She doesn’t like it when other people are in the room, when we’re doing it….I mean when she’s handling my stuff…..shit, when she’s giving me a physical. Damn it! When she’s check my progress.

(Aladdin feels embarrassed.)

Veg: Her too! The nurse and the doctor. You lucky bastard.

(Aladdin pretends that he doesn’t understand what Vegeta is talking about.)

Veg: Alright, I’ll leave you to go about your business. I’ll come visit you after the match. I have to train for the next few days.

(Aladdin waves and Vegeta leaves the room. He walks towards the front of the hospital where the nurse gets him to sign out. He does so and then exits the hospital. He walks towards his car, a blue BMW X5, and gets in. He shuts the door and just sits there, thinking to himself.)

Vegeta: Aladdin looks worse off than I thought. I can stand seeing him in that state. I know he said not to do anything after the match but I have to. The medicine has probably affected the way he thinks. The normal Aladdin would know that I have to show Taylor not to mess with our family. That’s it. I’m doing it. I’ll show Taylor. This Tiger will slay that dragon.

(Vegeta starts his car and drives out of the car park as the scene ends.)

[Aladdin]

^technically, you're over the deadline, but i had the same issues and i know others did (Casino from ELITE could get onto it over there). But it's upto J whether or not the promo stands. Hopefully it does.


Anyways, cocked locked.