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Post by Aladdin on Sept 29, 2006 21:30:37 GMT 1
 Presents….. ”Unsanctioned Saturday”Live from Madison Square Garden,
New York, New York “You ladies enjoying your evening out with ‘The Don’?” (They each nod in agreement simultaneously) “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Suddenly, Mastadon feels a vibration in the upper left side of his sport coat, reaches in and pulls out his cellular phone. He looks at the number on the caller ID as it reads “PRIVATE CALLER”.Mastadon “Excuse me a minute ladies, but I’ve got to take this. Order whatever you want for the time being and just put it n my tab.” The two lovely supermodels nod in agreement as Mastadon steps away from the bar hastily, still looking at the caller ID. Cut to the inside of a private VIP room where we see the door open and the owner walks in, flips open the phone and holds it to his ear.Mastadon “Oh, it’s you. Not too many peeps have my personal cell phone number but I figured you’d be getting back to me around this time. So are we all set? (Pause) Mastadon “Good, man. Tomorrow night will be a huge night for TNT. It will go down in the history books and your return will be unprecedented. I’m glad you agreed to this!” (Pause) Mastadon “Definitely. I called you because I wanted you to make an impact, and if things go as planned, this will be the biggest impact of the year on TNT.” (Pause) Mastadon “Cool, man. I will see you there. And believe you me, everyone from curtain-jerker’s on Blitz! to the top dawg on TNT is going to be surprised!” The owner closes his phone and places back in the side pocket of his sportcoat. He then smiles and shakes his head a bit, obviously in thought.Mastadon “I must admit, I never, ever thought I would see this day in P2PW.” Mastadon exits the room, still a bit excited by the events that will soon unfold. Still excited about the return of a former TNT superstar….. -------------------------------------------------------TONIGHT’S CARD
******SINGLES MATCH******It’s the battle of the two newcomers as JuncoJunky attempts to follow up on an impressive debut and The Fizz tries to make another impact since being traded from Blitz!JuncoJunky
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The Fizz*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH******Keith Williams can “talk the talk” but can he “walk the walk”? We’ll find out tonight as he square off against Trent Acid, another profitable acquisition from Blitz!Keith Williams
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Trent Acid *******THE SOUNDOFF w/Soundscream******Tonight, Blitz’s very own Soundscream will bring his talk show to TNT and welcome a very special guest. A guest whose presence is sure to make an impact.******NEW YORK STYLE STREETFIGHT******TNT’s top two faces will team up to take on the unstoppable World Champion and the “Morality Enforcer” who is fast becoming a force to deal with. This one won’t be pretty as this one will begin in the squared circle and end up who-knows-where?E2 and ”The Tiger” Aladdin
vs.Red Ninja and Reece Somers [/b] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Participants obviously need to promo. Blitz members may also vote. There will be a separate poll for the stipulation of the Internet Title match.DEADLINE[/color][/size] Friday, October 6, 2006
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Post by juncojunky on Sept 29, 2006 21:51:09 GMT 1
Yea! My life long dream of wrestling a woman...
Good work E2...and also Aladdin
EDIT: haha...my bad
Junco Junky
Keith Williams
E2/Aladdin
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Post by brockandsable on Sept 29, 2006 21:58:22 GMT 1
Voting and promos only please!
I've always wanted to say that. ;D
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Post by Aladdin on Sept 29, 2006 22:10:35 GMT 1
Lol!
Junco Junky
Keith Vs. Trent - will decide based on promos
E2 & Aladdin i.e. the dream team.
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Post by brockandsable on Sept 29, 2006 22:19:27 GMT 1
The Fizz
Trent Acid
E2/"The Tiger" Aladdin
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Post by Your Morality Enforcer on Sept 29, 2006 23:04:45 GMT 1
Votes:
Junco Junky
Keith Williams
Reece Somers and Red Ninja
Promo:
(Your Morality Enforcer is very educated by his nature, attending the top grammar schools, the top colleges and the top universities will do that to you. However, Reece Somers, while being able to speak in four different languages, including Persian, has always felt able to voice his opinions to any audience effectively, when arriving at this impromptu venue, via the rare p2pw rent car, he is simply lost for words, for those words are spray-painted on the walls around him, profanity that Reece Somers can proudly say he has never uttered in his life, glorified in front of his very eyes)
Reece Somers:
So, this is it, then. The One Man Salvation Army has to travel into the very depths of Hell, stare down the fiery environment, ignore the jeers of the demon-spawn that dwell here, and look the Devil and his assistant right in the face… And know that before the night is over, both will be begging for mercy. I feel two things about tonight: Dread, for what I will have to engage in, this blood-sport, this lie of extreme wrestling, a style I brand as “entertaining suicide”… That the Morality Enforcer will have to bend and break his own rules in order to set up a brighter tomorrow. That Reece Somers will be forced into such a position that I will, in an act of self-survival and moral security, have to drive any weapon that falls into my hands over the head of my enemy, again and again, until he bleeds, and falls to the mat… That worries my soul, because I have empathy, and that is my weakness and strength.
(Reece walks up to a particular piece of lecherous literature that some vandal has sprayed onto the wall, and first shakes his head, since the obviously troubled child has spelt the profanity wrong, then again, since it is, of course, a curse. Reece rubs the paint with his hand, in a vain attempt to wipe it away, but it remains)
Reece Somers:
My second feeling going into this unique environment? Well, E2, let me put it to you this way. That earlier bit about entering Hell was an obvious analogy, and you represented the Devil. You don’t understand, E2, how your very existence is painful to me, how you are the embodiment of that sickening taste of immorality, how it burns me as you lead the crowd into obscene chants, or swear, drink and smoke on camera excessively… I’ve looked at everyone E2, and there are very few who can hold a candle to your filth. If I had the power, E2 would never appear on p2pw programming again! But, E2, that’s where my second feeling comes in. Those impressionable children watching this tonight will see you and your disgusting habits, your repetitive, immoral behaviour… And then they’ll see the true good guy win, the clean, virtuous Morality Enforcer. And that’ll be the message that I drive home tonight, because I cannot condone my actions, but I can condone the message: Clean Living beats your thuggish lifestyle every single time the two collide. And when you live on the streets once more, begging for change to buy cheap liquor, shed a tear, E2, as your fans throw away your action figures, your T-Shirts, anything you could put your logo on, and instead pick up a novel endorsed by Reece Somers and the Great Tradition- And I haven’t the time to explain Great Tradition, so look it up. They pick up the Reece Somers mental alertness light game, which helps you develop memory and social skills… And while my products will mean mistakes like you are never repeated in society again, I’ll come see you, weak as you are, and give you a bottle of water, because your fall will be society’s gain…
(Reece takes a little break to survey his surroundings, this typical New York street that Mastadon himself has commissioned for private use during the night, so the four wrestlers can go into this match with no distractions from outside elements. A faded poster advertising E2 on TNT can be seen attached to a dumpster)
Reece Somers:
E2, since the symbolism is there, I’ll use it. You are effectively trash, one who offends all of my senses, and the only reason I’ve agreed to stoop down to your level is because I don’t want anymore excuses. I don’t want to hear that you beat me, when you pinned Simz. I don’t want to hear that I pinned Trent Acid, but not you. I know that your type would love to force me into a position where I cannot possibly win, like surrounding me in a totally foreign environment, but an environment you grew up in, just so you can claim that pinfall over me. E2, it will never happen, because no matter what you try to do to even the odds, I will always be the greater wrestler, because you need your fists to do your work, but I can outsmart you. Your weapons of minor inconvenience will be of no use to you if I dodge, duck, dip, dive and in general, avoid them. They will be no use if I get you to flail into a weapon, and they will be of no use if you are out cold. And when I pin you, it’ll be a triple victory. For Reece Somers, the wrestler, whose stock will invariably rise. For Morality, for reasons I outlined earlier… And for The Fizz, a girl who came to TNT, and your egocentrical behaviour meant you assaulted her for no good reason, and the sick barbarians in the audience cheered it. Well, Fizz, as the polite and well-mannered side of this brand, I extend upon you the warmest of welcomes, and wish for you to see that E2 will become an example of why you do not engage in blatant sexist attacks.
(Reece rips the poster off the dumpster, and throws the image of E2 inside, along with the other trash, before closing the lid. In an odd, and possibly planned, coincidence, the brand of dumpster is labelled “Alad-bin”)
Reece Somers:
Other than pointing out that is the lamest pun I’ve seen in some time, it seems prudent that I speak about Aladdin and this is a subject I actually find difficult to talk on. While I know E2 will have to go and look up every third word before he can reply with his own “witty retort”, you, Aladdin, will understand what I am going on about. I know when I hear your speak, or see you wrestle that you are someone of immense educational background. So it puzzles me to no end why you associate with thugs like E2 or reward the crowd for their lack of intelligence. Doesn’t it frighten you that in a few short years the same people who grew up with E2 as role models will be likely running your life? The same person you endorse is the most corrupting influence around, and you have no qualms with allowing children to see his actions, and think that’s alright, just because you feel safer with more muscle behind you? Aladdin, for the sanctity of the future, one where you may be very well disabled in some form, having hurt yourself in a desperate attempt to please these blood-thirsty monsters, and in a care home, that you will have to look in the eye of that abusive thug looking after you, and can only shed a tear, because it’s your fault, Aladdin. It’s your fault.
(Reece steps away from the dumpster now, and looks over the entire street, desolate and quiet for once, due to Mastadon paying the residents to take temporary holidays. Reece knows that once the cameras are gone, thieves will break in, and take an assortment of electronic items, which the home owners will counter-act by stealing more. Thus the sad Circle of Life continues)
Reece Somers:
Red Ninja, this will be the second time I’ve teamed with you, and during this brief alignment, I’ve found that you are a reliable man, who will look out for yourself and look out for the win. Ninja, you know that I’m very capable of holding my side of the deal up, like I did last week, and I have a similar confidence in you. I don’t want to give us stereotypical names like “Dream Team” or some other disastrous pun that just ruins the effect. I don’t need you to particularly like me, I don’t care if you trust me, but I know that you respect me, or at least more than the others in that locker-room, and I’ll pay that respect back. When we do collide in a match that is not spoiled by the actions of our opposing thug, it will certainly be match of the year, and I will take pride in shaking your hand before and after, and hope that my win will not sour that aspect. Tonight, though, it is not about Reece Somers and Red Ninja learning who is stronger. Tonight, it is about the team of the World Heavyweight Champion and the Morality Enforcer combining their shared interests to eliminate E2 and his sympathetic supporter, Aladdin. I have confidence and faith that you will deliver, and I know I will- So despite the absence of a ring, and our presence on a rogue street, it shall be us who will imprint our beliefs onto our opponents. By all means, show E2 after I’ve broken his spirit that you will never lose the title to him, and show Aladdin that he best keep dreaming, as I teach him the errors of supporting the wicked… And when we raise our hands in victory that shall be echoed when you retain your World Title, and I defeat that low-brow cowboy, Keith Williams, and take the Internet Title. Keith, pay close attention to the brutality on offer, and know that what I will inflict on you will be much, much worse. I do hope you retain, Keith, because I want to teach you a lesson, and be the one to remove that influential object from your tight grasp. E2! Aladdin! Keith! You will have your Morality Enforced, because I’m Reece Somers, and for one night only, I am your… Hardcore Messiah.
(Looking towards the darkening sky, Reece states his intention to sacrifice his own beliefs if necessary to achieve a greater goal: The purification of TNT. Tonight, E2 and Aladdin learn, and at Payback, Keith will get that bitter taste of defeat too. The question is not the result, for that is set in stone. The question is if Reece Somers can truly save these wrestlers and their fans from the insolent ways they have set themselves, and his conviction is so strong that he will enter E2’s lair to do it. He will wear a barbed wire crown, and he will not show mercy until he truly feels they have learned the way. Reece Somers always said he was here to clean up p2pw, and now he finally gets his chance… A chance he will not fail)
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Post by _the j-man on Sept 29, 2006 23:51:13 GMT 1
The Fizz
Keith Williams
Red Ninja & Reece Somers
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Sept 29, 2006 23:54:41 GMT 1
Junco
Trent
Ninja & Reece
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Sept 29, 2006 23:56:20 GMT 1
The Fizz
Trent Acid
E2 and ”The Tiger” Aladdin
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Post by juncojunky on Sept 30, 2006 2:10:53 GMT 1
The moment, the feel, and the explanation must be perfect..a mood must be set, and a vision most clear. Wrap them around you’re wrist, twist them and please them, make the crowd your own. You are the star…As lights appeared upon the dim blue auditorium, little signs of life appeared. Black, blank, and sheltered, all appeared as if …nothing, nothing at all except the deep illuminating black shadows that the building possessed, along with the gazing blue light.Alone stood the tragic arts of the theatre and the history of it’s chaotic detail dating back to God knows when. With the powers of the theatre, some say it is similar to a magician to a simple vacationer..Yes, hypnotizing. But what does all this mean to a man lonesome on a Saturday Night..?…Everything… ---------------------------------------------------- Approaching the stage at a steady pace was the Junky One, Junco Junky. Stool in hand and a small smile upon his face, he gracefully took center stage. Abandoned from all other outside interference except for the single camera taping him now, the brawler slowly mounted the stool, speckled by the mixed light. Nerves stringing in and out of his body, Junco took a microphone that was seated behind him. Not accustomed to such a straightforwardness of speaking to the public, the man slowly raised the microphone to the tips of his lips pushing back the nauseous feelings. Junco:
Snake….Fizz Moving closer inward, the brawler could now feel the coolness of the microphone against him. Letting the two words break the surface, he finally gathered enough courage to pull through Junco:
Two co-workers, two rivals..one opposition.
For weeks, traveling and keeping up with Person to Person, I’ve been through the usual phases…Slacking, working out, the daily banter, the girlfriend, and of course the family that pretends to love you. But something makes that cross a carry a little heavier. A little heavier with each lift, a little heavier with each call, and a little heavier with each little magazine clipping I happen to read about this knock your socks off sport. That little thing on my back, that tiny little specimen, are those two names…
One, a sniveling ill-witted little prick that can’t even answer a simple request. And two…a woman that for some reason I have to prove my worth to. A thick grunt prevailed throughout the empty theatre Junco:
Why? Sometimes that’s exactly what I wonder… Why?
... I’m a second rate Champion in my own sport but two minor people occupy my time and space. To begin with, both won’t even utter a simple “Hello” to me! What is a man to do in my position? What is a 5’11 ft and 211 lb, son of a gun supposed to do? Lowering himself, presenting himself in both body and tone in a much softer type of being, The Junky One spoke... Junco:
There is …nothing… to do
Every man is built with a certain burden, a simple curse. Some have a fate of unluckiness; some may have an incurable illness, some may even be fighting a losing battle since day one. But other’s can be different…Others may not suffer for themselves but suffer from the obsessive ness that they draw from others pathetic, worthless lives.
Those others will always suffer one bit more. Their life will blow past, and nothing truly will incorporate themselves.. Waiting, on a losing cause Stepping back, drawing a deep breathe from within the brawler drew back and continued Junco:
Snake, was my obsession from the start however a small factor..a Fizz, if you will..has gotten in the way. It is a time for me to embrace my fate and go against the path that the Lord has laid down. Slow and tedious, this fate will not wait... This female will suffer as I have, and now for once the jokes will wait. Coming into the light of the dim lit stage, Junco made a final statement while rising from his small stool. Turning to the single camera, Junco made clear eye contact as his hazel circulars met the shine. Junco:
Junco Junky will hold onto no attachments, nothing related and nothing special from other companies or other associations. Let this statement to the Fizz and to Snake be a warning to all… A new bird has flown into the coup, expect nothing in return for he will give nothing back.. Exiting once more into the pitch darkness, the slightly mad roster member left the premises. As the camera kept its lens on the picture perfect background of the theatre, the scene faded.----------------------------------------------------- The moment, the feel, and the explanation must be perfect..a mood must be set, and a vision most clear. Wrap them around you’re wrist, twist them and please them, make the crowd your own. You are the star…The theatre was not just a golden symbol for Junco Junky, but also an old memory. Before the bulk of body mass or the fatality of numerous moves and submission there was the love of the stage and the need to perform.
Day’s and nights were spent on perfecting a scene and weeks were spent on perfecting an Act. The flavor of the stage was so much more than zest, and even more than zeal. The real Paul Sanders, the imposable Junco Junky was first brought up on the stage and secondly brought upon the ring.
But what does all this mean to a man lonesome on a Saturday Night..?A source of thrill and entertainment to a man’s fate that is based …upon Obsession…
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Post by Keith Williams on Sept 30, 2006 3:30:06 GMT 1
ok to say that i wasn't expecting this match would be a understatement. Thought I was gonna be involved in another type of match, but i will go with the flow..Promo will be up sometime either tomorrow night or sunday. but in the meantime, my votes..
Fizz
Keith Williams
Ninja and Somers
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Red Ninja
Full-Time
Mr. Underrated
El Ninja Del Rojo
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Post by Red Ninja on Sept 30, 2006 6:00:48 GMT 1
Fiz
Keith
Reece Ninja
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Sept 30, 2006 11:15:43 GMT 1
Myself
Keith Williams
E2 and Aladdin.
Promo coming soon.
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Post by Cactus on Sept 30, 2006 12:54:04 GMT 1
JJ
Trent
E2 - Al
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Post by Stare on Sept 30, 2006 15:45:54 GMT 1
Junco
Trent (woudl make the title scene more interesting, and Trent needs a win bad)
Reece Somers & Red Ninja
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Post by Spackle on Sept 30, 2006 19:19:08 GMT 1
Junco
Trent
Ninja & Reece
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Post by diddlysquat on Oct 1, 2006 5:21:05 GMT 1
Fizz
Williams
Ninja/Somers
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Post by stocko on Oct 1, 2006 10:45:37 GMT 1
JuncoJunky
Trent Acid
E2 and ”The Tiger” Aladdin
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Post by Simz on Oct 1, 2006 18:50:49 GMT 1
Junco
Trent
Aladdin ego2
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Post by Scream on Oct 1, 2006 22:45:09 GMT 1
Junco Junky
Trent Acid (Sorry Keith...got to go with my boy)
E2 and Ali Baba
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Post by Reaper on Oct 3, 2006 5:27:13 GMT 1
Junco
Keith
Ninja/Reece
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Red Ninja
Full-Time
Mr. Underrated
El Ninja Del Rojo
Posts: 487
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Post by Red Ninja on Oct 4, 2006 0:27:57 GMT 1
Scene opens with Red Ninja the UNSTOPPABLE P2PW World Heaveyweight Champion standing by. Ninja is wearing a black Sports Jacket with a White Dress Shirt underneath and a Red Tie.
Red Ninja:Eight and a half months have come and gone since I won this championship belt. And with those eight and a half months have come great triumph and victory. In eight and a half months I've gone from nothing to the the whole thing. All the attention, all the recognition all of it has belonged to me. TNT for the last eight and a half months I've opened all the eyes and I've shutened all the mouths, no one believed me when I said that Red Ninja was the man who called the shots and ran things around here. Look at the facts the wrestlers can't touch me and last show the main man Mastadon was put into his place. See Mastadon I made myself perfectly clear, Im the man around here, no wrestler, no suit, no fan, no staff member is going to come up out of the ashes and tell me other wise. You made a big mistake boss man, you got cocky, you allowed yourself to let your arrogance and your ego get the better of you. Your place nowadays is the office, when you step into the TNT ring your stepping into my domain. That squared circle is my territory, when you step into it I don't give a shit who you are, you could be a wrestler, you could be a fan or in your case Mastadon the most powerful of all P2PW administration, when you step into that ring, the ring that I made worth something and you try and talk down to me well your going to be put in your place. Mastadon what were you thinking, did you think that your position and your power and your pull would scare me? Did you think you were untouchable, I proved you wrong, when I had you in my grip and I tore at your face and your neck you could do only one thing that's admit to yourself that are nothing but an old hack who's time had come and gone. Yeah you might be the owner, but to me your just another punk who had to be checked. How did it feel eh Mastadon, how did it feel to be downright embarrassed and humiliated infront of all those people? How did it feel to know that no matter what was being done to you you couldn't do a goddamn thing about it. I warned you, I told you to show me some respect, you won't ever disrespect me again, you want to look at me as a that skinny newb who walked through the curtain of P2PW almost three years and was considered to be out of his league, well I got news for you bud, three years have passed and out of all those people that built the early days of this company Im the only still here and still doing something thats worth a shit. When it comes to the war of Red Ninja verus P2PW its all aways been me coming out on top. Last show's attack was not cheap, it wasnt low down, it was a statement, you don't consider me a second class citizen, Im a fucking icon, Im part of this feds history now. I've proven now that when it comes to champions Im the best, Blitz you guys might have thought you had the best main event champ with Soundscream, but that little bitch got beaten and battered and his belt taken, meanwhile here I am still the man and still defeating those wannabees.
Speaking of which, E2 you stepped up and you took the spot that so many have had before you as Number one contender to my belt. Im actually looking forward to this now, each day Im going to cross of the dates and Im going to count down the hours, Im generally excited about the fact that after months of waiting I get my shot to knock that fucking silver tongue of yours down your throat. During my reign I've been faced with some challenging competition but the truth is that they were nobodies, they had no major credentials, they flavours of the months who once they were defeated went MIA. That's why theres some shit talk, I haven't beaten some of the more recognizible tier of TNT, but here's my chance, with this upcoming title match Im going to show the whole world that Im not to be considered and underrated champion. E2 you got the support of the people behind you, take them I dont fucking want them, you got the support of the company, but the thing that I have and that I thrive on is the strategic instinct, bit by bit I've been breaking you down piece by piece, over the last few weeks I've shown you that Im to quick and to smart for you, I humiliated you right in your precious little talk show segment, you were laid out in the ring at my hand. What can you say that you've done to me? Nothing. I've been in the drivers seat the entire time and I plan to stay there. The weeks leading up to our eventual match are going to be about one thing, thats getting into your head.
You see big man the closer the match gets, the more aggressive Im going to get. Im going to look for your flaws and your weaknesses and Im going to do whatever I can to exploit them. Its what I do big man, I break down my opponent.
Aladdin, for the last little while you've been holding the secondary TNT title, you've had a somewhat decent run with it but when it comes to the facts your belt means jack shit compared to mine. Your championship quite simply Aladdin is a prop, its something that you and the rest of the midcarders strive to hold. Your Rage title matches are nothing but warms up for the main event. I heard once that you wanted to take me on for my belt, simply based on the fact that you were the last man to pin me since the brand split. Well that is true, but that my dear Aladdin was back in the old days of Red Ninja, the days where I was weak and I was caring about what people thought about me. As you've probably seen over the last few months I've had a transformation. Im not that same guy you wrestled way back in that Rage Title tournament, Im faster, stronger and smarter. And trust me when I say that I haven't forgotten for second that your still sticking your head around here, and I havent forgotten that you hold that win over me.
The two of you are quite the impressive tag team, but ofcourse the same was probably said about the team of E2 and Trent Acid, and if memory serves me right, and it always does, it was I and my partner Reece Sommers the same man mind you that I teamed with to defeat E2 and Acid. So as a team were undefeated. Reece I agree with the point that we don't have to be best friends, but we do have to be the best wrestlers. And most importanlty in the case of our match the best fighters.
I've prided myself on my wrestling ability, but several times over I've shown that Im fully capable of deleving into the no holds barred realm of this sport. E2 and Aladdin I know you two are waiting for a fight. And I promise you that come TNT the streets of New York will run red with your blood. I'll kick your ass down the five bouroughs, then I'll leave your worthless forms in the crap hole that is New Jersey.
TNT there's going to be a fight, I'll be ready boys to kick your ass all over the ring, the arena and the streets. E2 Im going to hurt you, you might not even last long enough to see what it's going to be like to have a title shot against me. You two are about to become the Extinct Species.
Its time for you motherfuckers to get down with the R-E-D.
Scene ends.
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Oct 5, 2006 20:44:25 GMT 1
The Fizz is talking with Miles her physio in the locker room about her match against Junco Junky.
Miles: Are you ready to face Junco Junky tonight?
The Fizz: Yes I am ready Miles. You have been giving me really good fitness work for the past few days and I am getting stronger thanks to you. I have to go to the ring now. See you later.
Miles: Ok. Good luck against Junco.
Fizz is now leaving her locker room to come into the arena. The light’s go out as Fizz’s I Stand Alone by Godsmack music hits with mixed cheers and boos from the fans with Summer waiting for Fizz to do an interview and Summer begins to speck.
Summer: Your first win on TNT last week against Amie was impressive. What are your thoughts?
The Fizz: I thought that she was a worthy wrestler. I mean she wasn’t bad at all. She nearly beat me in a match but I kicked her right on the head and got her knocked out of the match and then I pined her fair and square. Like I said she had the guts but she couldn’t defect me last week.
Fans start to boo Fizz.
Summer: What do you think about the comments that Junco Junky said during his promo and what do you think about him?
The Fizz: He sounds like that this match is going to be a walk in a part according to him but do you why he said those things? It is because he hasn’t faced a female wrestler in his whole life in this wrestling promotion. Do you think that you are a second rate champion? I say that you don’t even deserve a title shot at all against either Keith or Red Ninja because you see. They are highly respected in TNT more than you would be if you were a champion.
Fans boo Fizz even more and begin to speck again.
The Fizz: I don’t care about any of you fans because to me. You are all a piece of trashes that just sit there and you fans are going to cheer for Junco Junky aren’t you? I am now the only female wrestler in TNT since I got Amie fired last week on TNT. You don’t need to prove how good I am at wrestling because I think you know that I defected Amie so badly last week that she had no chance on winning the match and you are going to be just like her on how much I have changed since I got traded to TNT from Blitz. Do you think that I am scared of you? You are not scaring me not one little bit because you suck just like all of these fans here.
Fans boo Fizz even louder and chant ‘Fizz sucks’
The Fizz: I am going to prove you all that I can beat a male wrestler here on TNT. You said that I will suffer and get beaten by you? You make me laugh because I don’t think you have proven anything at all to get me suffered and beaten. This isn’t a joke Junky. I have a question for you. Do you eat junk food at all? By the sounds of it you must eat chocolate, crisps, drink diet coke etc. This isn’t very good for your health at all because I will show you how I can beat you and I will destroy you. Are you a bird? You make me laugh because you won’t be flying once I have defected you in the middle of the ring and pin you 1, 2, 3 or make you tap out. Your gonna get fizzed.
Summer: Thanks for the interview again Fizz.
The Fizz: No problem. I need to get back to my locker room and chat with my physio.
The Fizz goes back to her locker room and chats with Miles.
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Post by Aladdin on Oct 5, 2006 21:36:33 GMT 1
The scene opens up to the inside view of the revolving doors of the Hilton hotel. The building is busy as usual as people at the top of their fields walk in and out, through the doors; top businessman, celebrities, and people who look like a million bucks, all of whom fall in comparison to the next man to walk through the door. Decked in a black Prada suit, a pale pink shirt, with the top three buttons undone, and a pair of Gucci sunglasses, he walks up to the front desk and places his travel bag on the floor beside him. He takes off his sunglasses and places them in his front pocket of his blazer as the hot receptionist looks up at him, showing off her cleavage for the world to see.
Receptionist: How can I help you, sir?
Voice: My cousin booked me a room in this hotel.
Receptionist: What’s the name the reservation was made under, sir?
Voice: Well, the reservation was made by Haran Umaskanth, but it was for me Sayon Rudran.
Receptionist: Can I have your full name, please, sir.
Voice: Sure, it’s Sayon Aladdin Rudran. Here, I’ll give you my booking details.
The man who has know officially been revealed as Aladdin, reaches in to his inside pocket and takes out a few pieces of folded up paper. He hands it over the receptionist who opens it up and keys in all the relevant data into her computer. She hands back the paper to Aladdin and gets him the key to his room.
Receptionist: Here’s the key to your room, sir. Your cousin booked you into the penthouse suite. He’s quite the guy to be paying for you to stay in that room.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Actually, he’s not paying…..I am. How much is the room?
Receptionist: One thousand dollars per night.
Aladdin reaches into his inside packet again, this time on the other side and breaks out a roll of cash. He counts it and throws ten one hundred dollar bills on the counter.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Consider the room paid. Breakfast is included, right?
Receptionist: Erm, n…..
Aladdin cuts her off before she can complete her sentence.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Yes? Great.
Aladdin turns around, picks up his bag and heads for the elevator. He steps in and goes all the way to the top, as a bunch of other people get off at levels below him. Once at the top, Aladdin walks right to the end of the hall to his room door. He slides the key card through the lock and opens it up. As he walks in he drops his bag on the sofa in front of the TV and then walks over to the table which is decorated with a basket of fruit. Aladdin picks up the basket to see that his P2PW Rage Title belt is sitting behind it, with a note next to it. Aladdin picks up the belt and is visibly happy to have it back in his hands. He looks down at the note and reads it out loud.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Aladdin, hope you like the room, I made sure I got you the best they had. Hopefully you’re feeling as good as normal now and to top it all off, you have your title back. Talk to you later, bro. Vegeta. P.S. That receptionist had huge tits.
Aladdin smiles, and drops the note back on the table. He takes off his blazer and places it on the back of the chair. Draping the Rage Title over his shoulder he walks over to the sofa, grabs the TV remote but as he is about to sit down, his mobile phone starts to ring. He chucks the remote onto the sofa and takes out his phone. As he flips it open he puts it on loudspeaker.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Hey, Aladdin here.
Micko: Aladdin, how you feeling?
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Hey Micko. I’m fine man, all healed up and ready to go.
Micko: I’m glad you said that, Al.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Why is that?
Micko: You know about this TNT special tonight, don’t you? Well, this is a big deal and I want a card to match, so I’ve booked you in a match. How does Reece Somers sound?
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Me kicking his ass sounds great.
Micko: How about Red Ninja.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Showing him that I’m the real champ on TNT sounds great too.
Micko: Great because I’ve booked you against both of them.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Fine by me.
Micko: And your partner will be…..
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Wait, a partner? I don’t need a partner.
Micko: Here me out, man. Your partner will be E2. That okay?
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Well, I’m not saying I need the guy but I have to admit, he would be my first choice, if it was up to me. It’s all good, Micko. Thanks for the match, dude.
Micko: Oh yeah, and it’s a New York Style Streetfight.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Great. See you later tonight, then.
Micko: Good luck, tonight.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Luck is for losers.
Micko chuckles a bit.
Micko: Alright then. You better head for the arena now. See you soon.
Aladdin hangs up the phone, closes it and slides it back into his pocket. He gets up and gets all the stuff he needs, his blazer, his bag and his Rage Title, and then heads down the lobby. Once down there, he hands the receptionist the key card and tells her something. He heads towards the doors and exits the building, as his Audi TT is waiting in front just for him. He gets into the car and throws his bag into the back, before turning on his car installed computer. Pointing a webcam, situated just above the computer, at himself, he drives off. As he gets onto the busy New York road, where the traffic really slows down, he clicks the record button on the computer and Aladdin appears on the monitor as his actions and sounds are now being recorded. Aladdin looks into the webcam.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Welcome to AladdinCam!
Aladdin smiles slyly into the camera, before looking back at the road.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: It’s been a while since I’ve been on TNT, so I thought I should come back with something new and this is just it. Whenever I have something to get off my chest or I’m just bored I’ll record something and post it on P2PW.com for everyone to see. This isn’t some lame five questions with a white-boy deal. This is me venting my frustrations, being totally honest, not holding back. I will say what the fuck I want, when I want and if anyone has a problem with that then fuck off.
Aladdin looks down at the webcam once again for a second and mocks John Cena’s “You Can’t See Me” taunt but only has his middle finger up.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: I guess the first thing I should address is the guy who put me out of commission, Mr. Taylor. Dan “I haven’t won a match in so long” Taylor. Seriously man, you’re supposed to be the new big star in the company and how many matches have you won? One. Damn that’s embarrassing. Even JT Blade has won more times than you have. You can’t even assault people well. (Sarcastically) I mean you really did a great job with me, didn’t you. You took me out for two weeks. Is that all you’ve got? I’ve had colds that have kept me out of the ring longer than this. On top of that you couldn’t even hold on to the Rage Title. Vegeta took it from you with ease. You’re nothing more thank a failure, Dan. You can’t get anything done properly. However, ignoring the fact that you failed to keep the title and keep me away from you for long, you did piss me off. You did assault me and only because you knew you couldn’t beat me in the ring. You did steal my title. Just because you suck at what you do, doesn’t mean I should forgive you. Now, it could be that you came to your senses during that match, last week, and you realized that if you were to hold on to the title that the beating that I would have given you would have put you out of action for years, but I doubt that’s the case. But, let’s take it that that is the case, that you did have some brains; well unfortunately for you, I don’t forget. You see there isn’t much to do in a hospital. What you did to me replayed in my head over and over again, and it will continue to do so until I rectify the mistake. The only way for me to do that is to kick your ass. But now there’s a problem. Rumour has it that you’re taking some time off. Wonder why. Well, you can run but you can’t hide forever. I will be waiting, Dan. I’m not hard to find. When you get back you ass is and this will still be mine.
Aladdin reaches over to the back of his car and grabs his Rage Title belt, holding it in front of the webcam, signalling that he was talking about that. Aladdin drives on for a bit, and notices a post on the wall advertising TNT’s Payback. On the poster E2 and Red Ninja are face to face, as well as Aladdin and Trent Acid.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Trent Acid. What a guy. You think you have him all figure out and then just like that (clicks his fingers) he’ll do something you don’t expect. Take last week; you’d think Trent and E2 would be cool after taking each other to the limit. But no. He goes ahead and gives E2 the Acid Bomb. Now, Trent gets a shot at my title, and for what? I know, for winning his debut match on TNT. Wait….he lost that. Well, maybe for beating E2 last week. Wait….he lost that match too. Okay, okay. Maybe he hasn’t done so great on TNT just yet but he has a great record overall in P2PW. Wait…..he doesn’t. Oh, but he’s good friend with Micko, isn’t he. That must be it. But Micko isn’t like that, so that can’t be it. I’m out of ideas. Why the fuck has this guy got a shot at my title? Well, who gives a shit. It honestly doesn’t matter because no matter who it is, I’m walking out with my title around my waist. I have to admit, it would have been nice to defend the title against Vegeta out of respect for getting the title back for me in my absence, but he’s taking some time off. Damn, I’m going off on a tangent. Where was I? Oh yeah, Trent. Well, what more do I have to say about you? I’m sure you’ll try and get an advantage over me on this show. It’s the clever thing to do, since you don’t have the slightest chance of beating me when I’m one hundred percent, but unfortunately for you, you don’t have a chance even if I’m at one percent.
Finally, Aladdin arrives at the arena. The card for the TNT special is displayed on a big scream on the Madison Square Garden building. Aladdin stays in the car.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: That leaves me with tonight’s match. Four of TNT’s top draws all in one match. Who to talk about first? Reece Somers. Kid, I’ve got to say you impress me. The two of us are quite alike. We were both brought up in rich families with the same values. Both of us went to top schools and top universities. But, it’s after that when we took two separate paths. You see, you decided to listen and accept everything you’ve been brought up to believe, whereas I make my own choices. I’ve never been one to really listen to orders, to accept what I’ve been told. I like to find things out for myself, to do things my way. You don’t know the real world, boy, all you know is your sheltered bubble where everything is lovely and nice. And here you are judging me because I have my own mind, because I run my own life. Fuck you, Reece. You think reading some stupid book is going to help you in the wrestling ring? No, it’s not. I live, eat and sleep wrestling. It’s what I do. I make my choices in life based on what’s best for me and my career. You look down on me because I go out there and give it my all, to entertain the fans. That’s bullshit. If you hate the fans so much, fuck off. Go and wrestle in front of nobody, and then you can preach your good word to you neighbour, the homeless guy on the other side of the trash can. For all the years in top schools, all the money your parents had to pay for your education, you’re not very smart. Your morals won’t do you any good tonight, Reece.
Aladdin pauses momentarily.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Where are my manners? Reece, allow me to introduce you to two friends of mine.
Aladdin puts his right hand in front of the webcam.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: This is righty.
Aladdin puts his left hand in front of the webcam.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: And this is lefty. You’ll be getting the chance to know the two of them really well tonight, when I smash your hand into the ground.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, Red Ninja. What can I say about you that I haven’t already said? Ninja, I’ve been waiting for quite a while to get my hands around your neck, again. There’s nothing that would please me more than to prove to the world that you’re inferior to me in everyway. It’s plainly obvious that I’m better at cutting promos than you. Your last one almost put me to sleep. I did however notice how you had a lot to say about E2 but little about me. You know what that shows me? It shows me that you know that I’m better than you. You know that I’m the real champion of TNT. Your belt my say P2PW Heavyweight Championship, but my belt means more. You wouldn’t be champion if it wasn’t for me, it’s a fact. At Plethora, I was in the main event, while you were lower in the card, fighting for the title that you hold today. I’ve got your number, Ninja. You know it, I know it, the world knows it. Why I haven’t got a shot at your title, I don’t know. Apparently, Micko has a problem with double champions, otherwise that title would already be mine.
Aladdin takes a break once again.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Ninja, tonight is my chance to prove once again that I am the man on TNT. You’re the person I’ve got my eye on. You’re the one who I’m going to pin. And once I’ve done that, it’ll be clear to see, that you, Ninja, are my bitch!
Aladdin grabs his bag from the back and places it on the passenger seat. He looks back into the webcam.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: That leaves me with my partner for the night, E2. He has my respect and by the night’s end, TNT’s two MVPs will stand victorious in New York City. ‘Nuff said.
Aladdin pauses once more.
“The Tiger” Aladdin: Well, that’s it for now. Next time you see me I’ll be kick Reece Somers’s and Red Ninja’s asses all over Madison Square Garden.
Aladdin clicks the stop button, as the recording has now finished. He goes onto the internet on this computer and sends the video to the P2PW.com technical staff, to post it on the main page. Once he’s finished, he takes out his keys and goes to open the door when something catches his eye on his mirror. He opens the door and shuts it properly. He puts his bag back down on the seat and puts the key back in the ignition. He starts the car up and reverses out of the Madison Square Garden parking lot. He drives across the street to the set of buildings opposite the arena, and parks beside the curb. He grabs his bag and gets out of the car. The camera pans up and sees that Aladdin is parked just outside “Gold’s Gym”. Slowly the camera pans down and gets a shot of a large black figure, standing in the entrance of the gym, looking in the direction of Aladdin, as the scene ends.
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Oct 5, 2006 22:56:30 GMT 1
PROMO
Scene Opens as the camera displays all of the narrator's descriptions.
Narrator (in a old crime investigator voice): It starts on a lonely street outside a bar, a nearby streetlight fizzles on and off, and the only continual light comes from a flashing 'Bar' Sign Just above the bar. A heavy-set bouncer in a black shirt, earpiece, and countless tattoos, sits on a bent steel chair holding open the door, as two people, a skinny black man with a pinstripe suit and a lady wearing a dark veil and a skintight cocktail dress with a frilly skirt, smoke cigarettes.
The camera moves closer toward the door and thunder can be heard in the distance as jazz classic records by Thelonius Monk get louder as the camera pans into the face of the narrator, a gray-haired man in a stetson cap and a trenchcoat.
Narrator (with a grin): Not the type of place you'd think would hold a wrestling match, I reckon...but it could happen. Here.
The camera moves closer into the bar as the Narrator describes.
Narrator: Yes.....as the smoke from the cigars billow, giving the already dim lights a unique type of haze rarely seen outside of places like this. The lady hums and struts onstage, as if she were dancing with Thelonius, you can feel her soul shake. At the bar itself, the bartender continues to slide drinks, the ones who pass out, we see the security guard.....take away. The records from the jazz-filled jukebox next to an empty pool table continue to play. In the corner, there's two patrons, 17 empty bottles between them, playing blackjack. In the booth next to them, A man with a dark suit and a fur coat still wearing sunglasses, courts two provocatively dressed ladies of the night as they sip their martinis, and he signals for another drink.
The camera pans back to the narrator.
Narrator: We've seen many brawls here. Mostly belligerent drunks, some of them gang.....or mob.... related, a lot of them over a scandalous woman, but none.....none, over a championship belt. Trent's a regular, but we've never seen this kid Keith....
The Camera shoots over to a hidden booth near the back exit of the bar, where Trent is sitting with a rather exotic black lady wearing a headwrap.
Narrator: There's Trent now, he's ready to go.
The camera moves toward Trent, leaving the Narrator behind.
Trent: Places like this.....made me who I am. The Barroom...... where anything goes. When there's a fight, no one breaks it up, and the patrons move out of the way, sometimes the bartender takes bets, but most of the time he totes a shotgun and protects his alcohol... It looks like this is what the people want, a good ol' fashioned barfight. Beer, blood, and broken bottles. This may be P2PW, but no one is gonna condone this. Which makes it perfect.
The waitress comes by with two shots, putting each of them on the table. The lady nods and sends her away.
Trent: Unsanctioned, an appropriate name for this event, as no one in their right minds, hell not even Paul Heyman or Rob Black, would approve of what may go down here tonight. Now Keith, I can't say I know what I'm up against, because I've never seen you.....not at the bar, or in the ring.....but you have something I want. And that is the Internet Title. The title where no one knows what to expect, what's gonna happen. We could be fighting a regular match or fighting in here.....that's the beauty of the Internet Title. That it can be----
The sound of a bottle breaking is heard, some yelling ensues as the camera is dropped, the camera hits the ground and the Zeroin goes into a static-gray screen.
Transmission Interrupted.
END PROMO
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