TNT Preview, Promos & Votes: 17th - 22nd Jan 06

[Aladdin]

Presents…..

The Road To WrestleFever 3: Show 1

Live from the Toyota Center,
Houston, Texas

The scene opens with a close up of a clock. The time is twenty past ten in the morning, the day of the post-Payback TNT. The camera slowly pans around to show a well furnished office, filled with filing cabinets, fax machines, the whole works. Finally the camera show Micko sitting down behind his large mahogany desk, sipping coffee, no doubt with an added bit of whiskey. With his other hand, he looks through a bunch of paper work, which is neatly organized on his desk. As he puts the coffee down, his secretary starts to speak on the intercom.

Secretary: Sir, you’ve got an incoming call.

Micko puts down the coffee and presses the intercom button.

Micko: Who is it?

Secretary: It’s Stare. He says he’s been ringing your cell phone for a few hours now. Apparently it’s urgent.

Micko: Haha! Yeah, I’ve been purposely rejecting his calls. Between the two of us, I never liked the fucker. Always seemed a bit stuck up. Plus he’s from Kentucky and the only good thing out of there is the chicken! But anyway, put him through. Oh, and I hope you’re wearing the uniform I sent to you by post. It’s so damn sexy, I can imagine you wearing it. Damn. I want you right now!

Secretary: Sir, you sent me a hot dog suit.

Micko: What’s sexier than a hot dog? That’s some damn good eating. I like me some sausage……..wait……..

Micko pauses for a second, realizing what he just said.

Secretary: I’ll put Stare through.

Micko lifts his finger off the intercom button as Stare’s can be hard on loud speaker.

Stare: Micko? You there?

Micko: What can I do for you, Stare?

Stare: I’m going to cut to the chase. I don’t want anything to do with this trade or whetever this is. I want to be back on Blitz. My show. And I want my position back.

Micko: Oh, well, no problem. I’ll just have my secretary make the arrangements and everything will be back to how they were in no time.

Stare: Are you serious?

Micko: Fuck no. In fact, I’ve already got you set to face Aladdin tonight on TNT, so you’d better get your ass to work because that sand nigga has been begging me to give him a shot at you since Sole Survivor.

In a nervous and worried voice.

Stare: No, no, no. I can’t. You can’t do that to me. The fucking paki is crazy. He’ll go over the line. He’ll take liberties with me, and injure me. He’s a freakin’ brown man. He’ll kill himself if he has to in order to hurt me.

Micko: I think you’ve got him confused with someone else. The fucker is a Tamil, not an Arab. Ain’t you seen Team America? There is a difference!

Stare: They’re all freaking terrorists. But that’s not the point………errrrmmmm………………see……….putting me against Aladdin tonight, would be bad for business……..yeah, that’s right. Bad for business.

Micko: Is that so? Care to elaborate?

Stare: Well think about it. You’ve got Aladdin, a future World Champ some might say. I don’t think so, but some do apparently. And then you’ve got me. Two time World Champ. Think about the money you could make if you publicize this properly. If you build this up properly. It would be like what TNA did with Joe and Angle, if you did this match tonight. You’d lose a huge draw. It’s bad business. Instead, why not hype the match up for a while. Say……….a mon…..

Micko cuts him off.

Micko: So, you’re saying you’d face him at WrestleFever 3?

Stare: No! What I was going to say is hype it up for a few months, like two or three. Yeah, maybe even more. See what I’m saying. It’s a sure thing to make big bucks, but you gotta give it some time.

Micko: Hmmmm…………I hear ya, Stare. I know what you’re saying.

Stare replies with a cockier voice, as if he just got out of jail.

Micko: So, what match would you propose I put you in tonight? You’re definitely going to be on the card.

Stare takes a few seconds to think.

Stare: How about, Stare versus E2 for the P2PW Title.

Micko: You don’t think we need to hype that match up at all then?

Stare: Naaa, of course not.

Micko: I see what you’re saying. You know, Stare. I think I finally get you.

Stare: How so?

Micko: Well, before, I always thought you were a deceptive, lying, stuck up son of a bitch. But now I see you for what you really are. And it’s none of those.

Stare: Oh, well that’s good to hear I guess.

Micko: Yeah. See, now I realize that you are simply………..a pussy.

Stare: A what?!

Micko: A pussy.

Micko pauses for a while and then looks as if he just realized something.

Micko: Oh, you don’t know what a pussy is. That’s understandable with you having been up Reaper’s ass for the last month. Basically, a pussy is……….

Stare: I know what a fucking pussy is, you stupid fat bastard.

Micko: Fat bastard, huh? Well, you just made my job really easy, Stare. I’ve come up with a match for you. In fact, I’ve pretty much got your next month planned out. Care to find out who you’ll be facing?

Stare: Why the fuck not? It’s not like your mouth ever stops moving, whether it be you eating or talking all day.

Micko: Keep that shit coming, Stare. See where it gets you. But anyway. Next week, you’ll go one on one with the amazing, the excellent, the super talented…………..Stevo316! The week after that, you had better get into the gym because you’re going to be facing the strongest man on the planet………Eye of the Storm. Then the show before WF3, you’re in for a treat. You’ll be up against a man that is as outspoken as anyone on this planet………Sickfixx!

Stare: That……

Micko cuts Stare off before he can finish his sentence.

Micko: Before you thank me, let me tell you who you’re going to be facing at WF3. Now, it’s not final yet, but I’m bring in someone very special for you. Someone very very special. This is going to be huge. It’s a cross promotional match, and I don’t mean with Blitz, I mean with WWE. This is a real treat for you, and because it’s so important and so meaningful, it’s going to be before the PPV, on the free-for-all, so that everyone can see it. It’s going to be P2PW two-time World Champion and self proclaimed King of King’s against………………wait for it……………..Smackdown’s Number One Announcer, Funaki!

Micko take a breath.

Micko: I out do myself. Ground-breaking stuff, right there.

Stare: Haha, very funny, Micko. But you know, and I know that that’s not going to happen.

Micko: Well, those people won’t be your opponents. You’re right…..

Stare: I knew you couldn’t.

Micko: But, that’s the gist of your month. Until you grow a pair and accept Aladdin’s challenge, you’re going to have to start from the bottom and work your way up. Tonight, you’ll be facing The Fizz. Don’t show up, and you will be suspended with no pay.

Stare: You stupid fat shit. I’ll find a way out of this ridiculous shit. Mark my wo…….

Before Stare can finish what he’s saying, Micko hangs up on him. Micko laughs and then gets on with his work, sipping his coffee and reading his paper work as the scene fades to black with these final words from Micko:

Micko: Stupid redneck………..

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Tonight’s TNT Card

*******ONE ON ONE w/E2*******
After Payback E2 and his newly formed stable-mate, “The Tiger” Aladdin, have a lot to celebrate. Black Tiger have the gold, they have the money, they have the air-time, and hopefully they’ll be bring some women too. What does the Dominant Force in P2PW have planned?


******SINGLES MATCH*******
Fresh off a trade from Blitz, Stare isn’t exactly settled in his new home. Coming to TNT, everyone would have thought that Stare would be facing some fresh faces, like Aladdin, Keith Williams or E2, but instead Micko has ordered that he start from the bottom and work his way to the top, if he continues to be a “pussy”. The Fizz, having been traded from Blitz before, might try and use her experience on TNT to her advantage. Sure, she’s had a bit of a dry spell, but with every match she’s improving and tonight may be her night. Will she pull of a monumental upset? Or will Stare start his climb up the TNT ladder?
Stare
vs.
The Fizz


*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH*******
These two are no strangers at all. In fact, they just faced each twice before on consecutive shows, both times for the Internet Title. However, due to a controversial ending at Unsanctioned Saturday and a draw at Payback, Micko has ordered the two face off once more for the last time in singles competition. Junco Junky will be watching this match closely as he could well be facing the winner of this match at WrestleFever. So many questions will be answered by the end of this match. Who will Junco be facing at WF3? What match will the two be in? Will we have another controversial ending? Will Keith be able to regain his title? Will Trent be able to hold onto the title for one more week? Who is the better man?
Trent Acid
vs.
Keith Williams


*******P2PW RAGE TITLE LION’S DEN MATCH*******
Fresh off Payback, the two of them had opposite luck. Aladdin retained his title, becoming the longest reigning champion on TNT, while Red Ninja lost his title to Aladdin’s friend, E2. This match has been brewing for a while. Aladdin has been outspoken in his belief that his title is superior to Ninja’s old title, whereas Ninja obviously thought the opposite. These two have been TNT’s top two stars since the brand split, but who can finally stake claim to the fact that they were TNT’s number one star?
“The Tiger” Aladdin
vs.
Red Ninja


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Participants obviously need to promo. Votes will not count for the Rage Title match. There will be a separate poll for the stipulation of the Internet Title match. Get voting.


Lion’s Den Match: The aim of the match is for a wrestler to knock out their opponent unconscious or make them submit.

DEADLINE

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Monday, January 22th, 2006
Around 12am GMT[/center]

[Stare]

Stare
Keith

promo to come

[Keith Williams]

Acid vs Williams III..this thing better have a damn good stipulation besides the internet title. Somthing along the line of loser leaves TNT or something...

The Fizz..(can't give the new guy on TNT a win )
Keith Williams

[brockandsable]

The Fizz
Trent Acid

[Stare]

AND ON THE THIRD DAY, HE SHALL RISE

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We are taken to a shot of a set of double doors opening. It almost appears to be in slow motion as we move through the door into the building of what appears to be an arena. There is very little action happening as a man can be seen pouring popcorn kernels into a machine and a guy moping in front of the concession area. We turn to see a long hallway, and we slowly begin to move down the corridor. It still seems to be going in slow motion as the corner is rounded and nobody is still seen. A small whispering voice is heard

I know who you are. I know what you're here for

The camera quickly turns back around and focuses down the hallway from where it came. Nobody is seen as it continues on down the hallway, passing by numerous turns. Finally, the camera comes to an open area and it focuses on some metal steps leading up to a huge black curtain. The camera begins to move once more as the whisper is heard once more

You can't stop it. It is inevitable

The camera looks around the area, seemingly frantic, as it moves towards the metal steps a little faster. The camera gets up the steps and through the black curtain as the shot is completely black after the curtains close behind the camera. Suddenly, a pop of fireworks are heard as a crease between two curtains shows the flicking light. Suddenly, Stare's theme music, "My Generation", begins to play as the camera stays where it is for a moment and then throws the curtain aside as it becomes clear what the camera is representing. We look down a long metal ramp with a ring at the end of it. The arena is empty as the music is still playing very loudly. The camera begins to walk down the ramp as not a soul can be seen anywhere in sight. The camera finally gets to the edge of the ring. It spots some metal steps and heads for them, and then it moves up and down as footsteps can be heard on the steps. The camera then follows along the ropes for a bit and then moves in between the top two and walks to the middle of the ring. The music cuts as the camera looks around a little as the voice is once again heard

I can make or break you

The camera looks around a bit after the voice is heard.

You are nothing without me.[/b]

The camera begins to shift back and forth, looking both ways to it's side

Everything you worked for until now is meaningless[/color]

The camera begins to spin faster and faster, going in a complete circle numerous times

You are worthless to me now. You don't deserve to be here[/color]

The camera circles faster and faster until it spots something. It continues spinning as it spots something again. It moves slower and slower, and with each passing-by, what it is looking at becomes more and more clear. The camera finally stops spinning and then turns to see an individual. The camera pans out a bit to reveal Stare looking into the camera, which was thought to be representing Stare himself. Stare smiles as he speaks

Stare: There's nothing more gratifyingly scary than being able to look at yourself in the mirror and know that you have more potential than you have used. The gratifying part being that you know you're capable of more than what people see, the scary part being that you're not using it. For a year now, I have felt that way, but I let the fear outweigh my better judgment and let myself slip into a shell of what I once used to be.

Stare begins to pace as the camera follows him

Stare: I lost my World Title, and I accept that. But then I continued on that path and lost to the one man I never have beaten that I've tried too, Trent Acid, and I accept that. Then I am asked to take out a simpleton like Cactus, and everything I lost will be given back to me in the flash on an eye. My career, my position, my title. But, I once again lay at the feet of failure and lose once more, and I accept that.

Stare smiles as he continues pacing in silence. He begins to talk in a whisper, but gets louder and louder as he seems to be talking to himself

Stare: accept that? . . . I accept that? . . . I accept that?!

Stare is now screaming as he continues to ask himself that question. He finally turns to the camera once more

Stare: My flaw is that I find myself slipping, but instead of being a winner like I strive to be, I force myself to be content with my recent fallbacks. Whatever happened to the man that could "See it in their eyes"? Whatever happened to the man that ruled with an iron fist, and forced people to do things his way? Whatever happened to the man that was unbeatable and the best the company had to offer? Has that man abandoned me? Has he gone?

Stare looks at the camera in question

Stare: Well have you . . . ?

Stare peers into the camera

Stare: Can you see the fear in my eyes? You used to look at people with the knowledge that they knew they didn’t stand a chance. Because you see, Stare, you were THE MAN! You were THE KING! You were the best that this place had to offer!!!

Stare is now screaming into the camera as it finally becomes 100% clear that the camera represents Stare as well

Stare: But then you quit on yourself, and you quit on me! You let me down, Stare! You gave up!

Stare paces back and forth mumbling to himself as he finally stops and looks up at the camera

Stare: I know now what I have to do . . . I'm sorry.

Stare nails his finishing superkick, the StareShot. His foot smacks the camera as the camera falls to the mat. It is focused on the ceiling as the lights glare into the lens. Stare slowly comes into view looking down on the camera and shaking his head. He leans over and stares at the camera as he smiles and shakes his head slightly

Stare: I'm sorry old friend, but you were holding me back. I had to do this, because losing and giving up isn't a trait I have. The thing is, I knew you would never be able to see the fear in anyone's eyes again, and I couldn’t have that. See? I am the one that possesses the ability to give people that look of fear. The same look of fear you have right now. For the first time, you get to see yourself how everyone else sees you, and that is standing over the person you've just knocked out.

Stare gets right up to the lens on the camera

Stare: And I can see it in your eyes . . . And that will not be tolerated. The rebirth is going to happen rather you want it to or not, Stare. But . . therein lies the dilemma. You can't rebirth what isn't dead . . .

Stare smiles as he stands back up and the next and last thing we see if the bottom of his boot crashing into the camera. The camera goes black as a slight air sound can be heard. Some light scuffling is heard as there is silence besides the light hum from what is more than likely a busted mic on the camera. Stare finally can be heard speaking

Stare: Stare is dead . . . Stare is coming back . . . the rebirth has begun.

The audio finally cuts out completely as we stare at nothing but darkness for the final moments

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

myself
Keith Williams

Promo coming up soon

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Stare
Trent

PROMO to come...

[Red Ninja]

Stare
Keith

[brockandsable]

FADE UP FROM BLACK and we find the P2PW Heavyweight Champion, E2, chillin’ on a purple love seat in his hotel room, yapping away on his silver Razr phone.

As "We Fly High" by Jim Jones plays on the stereo in the background, the champ sports a white T-shirt that reads BLACK TIGER on the front, the usual pair of baggy denim jeans, the Timbs, and what appears to be a ridiculously oversized gold chain. At the end of the chain is a hood ornament that looks as if it was just stolen off a Mercedes Benz in the parking lot.

Seated next to E2 is a light-skinned, honeylicious diva who looks as if she’s right out of the red light district. The ho has a puffy brown afro, like Beyonce’s wig in Austin Powers: Goldmember, a small, blue cut-off top, and blue jeans shorts that are so tight, her ass curves and thighs seem to be bulging through, looking for a whiff of fresh air.

”God damn, girl! Don’t you have anything to do besides sit here and bother me? You see I’m on the fuckin’ phone wit’ my boy, Aladdin. Don’t you got something to do?”

”But you said you had something to give me. You told me if I was patient, I was going to get it. You told me that you were going to give me what I had coming.”

”Imma give it to you when I’m ready. Now, go on. Let me finish this conversation. Go cook some food, or something. Run some laps. Roll a blunt—do something! Go on, girl! Shit.”

The ho gets up and begins to walk away, and as she does, E2 stares at the two bubbles that make up her ass cheeks. He looks directly into the camera, bulges his eyes like Bernie Mack, and shakes his head slowly. God. Damn. It is then that the screen splits into two, and we see “The Tiger” Aladdin on the other end of the conversation. “The Tiger” has his cell phone, but it seems as if he is already in his locker room at the arena. The RAGE champion is shirtless, with his long black hair flowing over his shoulders, and his chiseled pecs and abs are proof that his workout regime is high priority.

”Yeah, you heard me the first time, nigga. You’re fucking crazy. You just walked out of a fucking bloodbath with Reece Somers at PAYBACK, and now this? Now you go toe to toe with The Red Ninja?? That muthafuckah almost killed me last Sunday.”

”I’m the RAGE champion, and a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. When I won this title, when I agreed to sport this belt like a true champion, I agreed to situations like this. I am not the longest reigning RAGE champion this company has ever seen for nothing. I’ll let it all hang out, E. Whether it’s here, over at ELITE, or any other place where the competition is fierce. I’m “The Tiger” and that’s what I do.”

”You could lose that title tonight man, but more importantly, one wrong move and I could lose a partner. What the fuck? Why you tryin’ to stress a nigga?”

”Relax, Elijah. Drink a forty. Roll a blunt. Get a ho. Relax, man. Take it easy. You have just accomplished one of the greatest feats in winning the World Championship. Enjoy the moment and don’t worry about me.”

”Of course I worry about you; you my dawg, man. You my dawg. It’s Black Tiger, nigga. Where one goes, the other follows. Got it?”

”Word.”

”Look, Aladdin, before I go take care of some business over here, there is something I need to ask you; there’s something I need to get off my chest.”

”What’s bugging you, bro?

”Aladdin you know that I walk the thin line between what is acceptable, and what is against the rules. I always have and you know this.”

”No doubts there, it’s part of what makes you, you. That controversy is what gives the E2 character some life.”

”Nigga, I’ve always wanted to be champion, since I was a wee little boy. And now that I am, now that I’ve got my hands on the prize, I’m worried that the powers that be will not like the way E2 represents. All the champions of the past have been clean-cut, well-groomed, well-tailored, respectable peeps. I break all those rules, throw that shit right out the window. And since I’m such a thuggy character, since I walk that line a lot, I fear the gentlemen upstairs may try and strip me of my title, and get it around the waist of someone who conforms to the rules more.”

”I have heard some whispers around the locker room, I won’t shit you, bro. There are some people that are growing impatient with you always crossing the line. There are people out there who respect your work ethic, but feel as if sometimes your erractic behavior has a negative effect on things – a ripple effect if you will. Elijah, you are my friend and all, but I don't want to see you get your black ass thrown out of here, stripped of your title, or anything like that. You feel me?”

”I feel ya, dawg. Thanks for being honest, thanks for straight up speaking the truth. Thanks for warning me not get my black ass thrown da fuck out. Butter, baby. Butter. I’ll see you in a bit, aiiiright?”

E2's side of the screen slides out, and we are left with a full shot of the RAGE Champion in his locker room with the phone to his ear.

”Coolio. By the way, not to jump the subject, but I think there is a thief lurking among us. The hood ornament on my Mercedes Benz is missing and I was wonde---“

*click*

”Hello? Hello?"

FADE TO BLACK

[Red Ninja]

Scene opens with Red Ninja the defeated P2PW World Heaveyweight Champion leaning up against a wall. On the wall is a poster of the new champion E2. Ninja is wearing a Black Shirt with the Decepticons logo on it.

Red Ninja: Eleven months, that’s how long the belt was mine, more specifically eleven and a half months. So close to the year mark . So close to making my legacy as champion even so sweeter. It’s hard for many to believe that my run, my first shot at the upper tear of the card lasted as long as it did. Hell even I’m surprised just a little bit. But as they say all good things have to come to their abrupt end. As much as I would have liked to be on the top forever the fate didn’t have it in it’ cards to be. I don’t like it, I goddamn hate it, but I have to suck it up and move on. The belt, the prize that I had in my grasp for oh so long was taken from me. I keep playing that match over and over in my head, and the only conclusion that I can reach is that it wasn’t my night. The past few months people have called me a chickenshit, cheater, whiner and over all piece of crap. But deep down inside it all I’m still an athlete, and as much as I wanted to deny the possibility of defeat I admit it.

E2 you didn’t cheat, you didn’t expose some past injury, you just beat me fair and square. And even though I even today can’t stand your motherfucking presence, I will say that you surprised me, I never thought you were going to do it. I never thought you’d finally break out and win the big one. I guess I got maybe a little caught up thinking that you were nothing but hype. But on one given night you made it. And I hope for your sake you enjoy every second of it. I am no longer champion but my spot on this roster and this company has been pretty much sealed.

(The camera zooms in to just focus on Ninja.)

Funny isn’t it, who would have ever guessed it, after all the time I had to wait and earn my spot as a great singles champion it’s already come and gone. But even though I don’t have physical position of a championship, I have the mental setting of a champion. See what a lot of people feel to realize is that a belt is simply a reward for your skills. Although it’s great to have it, when you lose it, the loss shouldn’t harpen your faith and belief in yourself and what you can do. With each month that I had the World Championship I realized that I was capable of doing things that I never would have thought about. Sure I might have used SOME underhand tactics, but when your at the spot where everyone in the entire roster is trying to make his name at your expense, you have to do anything possible to prove them wrong time and time again. Sure I might have let my athletic capabilities take a bit of a back seat to my underhand tactics and cheating, but the results are there, and I got the fucking job done. And in this sport it’s all about results. And like it or not, I produced them.

But I digress, there’s no use going on and on about something that’s in the past, right now is about me focusing on the future. TNT I’m not your champion anymore, I’m just a former champion looking for a new direction and a new path in this brand. Now however I’m not going to be classified as a lower card wrestler, I’m now a damn guaranteed main event spectacle. Red Ninja is not a man who is going to be curtain jerking or mid carding, I’m still going to be on the top of the card. I’m not the flagship anymore, I’m the standard for each and every wrestler who wants to make something of himself. But I’m not going to fade away, I got some goals I still need to straighten out, and I still have a lot more planned up in the old thinktank. If you think I was something during my title run, you haven’t seen a thing yet.

Aladdin, for along time now this brand as did this company has been signing your praises. I remember a long time ago, when I was in a tag team known as The Insanity, you and your little Blood Pack group of misfits were trying to make some waves as a formidable team. I remember looking at you guys and thinking what the hell do these guys think they’re doing in this sport. I didn’t see wrestlers, I saw punks and imitators and to a lesser extent wannabees. But to my surprise and disgust you guys got a tag title shot. And you beat me, but you only pulled off that huge upset because my partner was a punk who couldn’t get his head straight. When we reunited and truly came at you guys, we took you out and reclaimed our prize. And as much as I would have liked to disregard you right there, something wouldn’t let me. It was like in that one instant I knew that someday you were going to come back and cause me further problems. Than again I thought to myself that maybe having you as an ally could benefit some of my interests. So I faked a respect for you, that respect lasted up until the time where the Rage title was on the line in a tournament. We were paired up against each other, and I thought that I had you where I wanted. I looked at you as just another roadblock to getting my just dues. But to my disgust you were able to defy what was right and you beat me, you ended my believed destiny. But in a way I guess I owe you some thanks, taking me out of the Rage Title hunt allowed me to realize my true goal to get the big title. At Plethora that big pay per view, it was supposed to be the crowning of two champions. And It was supposed to be the focus on me and my championship. When I won the belt I got my just adjulations. I finally arrived, but you think that would have been the closing note. The last thing that was taken in wasn’t me winning the belt. Nope apparently that wasn’t big enough to be the highlight of the show. My World Title victory had to take a side step to that fucker Aladdin and his Rage title bullshit. That goes to show the respect I got, “Oh Sorry Ninja, Aladdin’s more important.” And they wonder why I went heel?

Aladdin with us winning our belts there was a lot of debate, people wanted to know which belt was more important. Was it mine or yours? Well I’m sure if you were to ask eithier one of us we would have said our belt. But the stupid fans had their own belief on the matter. In terms of what sold, it was mine, but in terms of fight and showmanship it was yours. There should have been no debate, it was obvious from the start that it was me and my belt that mattered. You had the belt that wished was important as mine. All I keep hearing however is Aladdin this and Aladdin that. What did I have to do? Hearing about you and your belt made me sick. But you did the right thing you kept your distance. You didn’t want a piece of me. You respected the fact that I was higher than you. But soon you changed that, you let some voices get into your ear. You let some influnces guide you into some bad ideas. The main idea was to get in my face. Somehow someway you decided Aladdin that holding that overrated midcard title was enough, you came after me. What were you thinking? Did you think you were good enough to fight me? Do you think you were good enough to hold double gold? If anything it should have been me targeting your ass.

So you went on this whole smeer campaign, you aligned yourself with E2 and you came after me. Probably the notable incident was our New York Streetfight, where I think I made my point by owning you the entire time. How’s your leg Aladdin, how’s that probably nasty scar you got across your leg from that glass. I spilt your blood and I beat you down all across the city. There was no declared winner in the match, but I felt that I won in proving that it was me all along who was the better TNT champ.

Now fastforward a bit and I don’t have a belt, your new “Homeboy” E2 beat me, now Im hearing that you two have formally joined up to form what you call the most dominant stable in the company, The Black Tigers. Oh spooky. And now you’ve declared yourself the best because you now have set your own record for holding a title. But just as it was time for my reign to end, I think it’s about time that yours did. Who better to end it than me Red Ninja. The man who is the true icon. The Black Tigers might have gotten one up on me, but I always come back and I always get my due.

I’ve been put in the reverse roll now, it’s no longer you hunting me, it’s me hunting the Tiger. I could really give two shits about your belt, for me it’s proving who the better man is. For to long I had to hear about you, now I’m going to shut everyone up and beat you within an inch of your goddamn life. You want this Lions Den match, you got it, Im going to enjoy kicking you around. I’m going to enjoy watching the fight empty out of your body. What’s it going to feel like for you Mr.Tiger when the people, the fans that you fight so hard to impress have to watch you get destroyed and knocked out. This is going to be a fight, a fight that I can guarantee that you’ve already lost. I’ve had this brewing for a long time. This match is going to be me getting rid of that anger and frustration. Your thinking that your going to use me as another bump in your legacy, you little faggot, you have no idea what is going to be unleashed when those doors locked and your trapped inside with me. Your going to have to throw as much as you can to beat me, even that won’t be enough to handle the fury of a man who’s been pushed to his limit. The Red Ninja that’s been seen over the last year has only been scratching the surface of what Im willing to do to get revenge. TNT your not going to cast me aside for a fucking second. I’m going to be as devious as ever.

Aladdin, take a last look at your title. It’s soon going to be another addition to my resume. Maybe this could be my new path, Red Ninja:Rage Champion, could work.

Scene fades out

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Scene opens to a shot of Trent looking over the match card in his locker room. He is greeted with a chorus of boos.

Trent looks up toward the camera.

Trent: Ohhhhhh Christ, why the long face? Is it the whole thing about me taking the opportunity to beat Junco to a pulp before my match at the pay-per-view?? Or is it the fact that I didn't beat him enough and he interfered with MY match and did a great job at destroying what was supposed to be one of the greatest matches in P2PW history?

Trent crumples up the match card into a ball, stands up and throws it out. Grabbing his Internet Title.

Trent: So NOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW..... I have to kick Keith Williams up and down Houston.....just like I've done time and time again.....because you, Junco Junky, decided to put your nose where it didn't belong, and hit both myself AND Keith Williams with a chair.....oh man I would love nothing more than to Acid Bomb you off the top of a cage, or through a table, or wherever these fans, MY FANS, see fit.

Trent glares at his prized Internet Title.

Trent: That is the beauty of this title. The P2PW Internet Title, it gives the fans what they want to see, it deserves a champion as great as I am. The fans, THESE FANS, want to see ME!

The crowd starts to boo as they see Trent's mind slowly consumed by gold. Trent than looks back at the camera.

Trent: And I, the Internet Champion, am all about giving the people what they want. Though there is one thing that surprises me......I'm 2-0 against Keith Williams, why would the fans want me to kick his ass again? The people have seen me and Keith in a barfight which I clearly won....they have seen me clearly kick the ass of Keith Williams and throw his lifeless carcass in a dumpster, and the only reason why it's even a draw and there's even a match tonight is because of ONE MAN.....one, Junco Junky....some pissflap no one's ever heard of who decided to try me and caught a beating for it. Now he wants to be the Internet Champion. Junco, you picked the wrong title to chase, you were better off going after Al of Elijah before coming at me. But you must be about as brain-dead as Keith Williams is now. I swear I think Keith is a drone of sorts, he's almost mindless......that does have its advantages, I mean he is almost impervious to pain, and his determination is virtually unmatched....but Keith has proven to be a solid opponent, he has earned some respect around here, but you Junco, you've earned nothing except a beating that you won't soon forget.

The crowd grows silent.

Trent: But you Junco, are for another time, perhaps another time....for I must face Keith Williams tonight. Keith, I hope your listening, because you earned my respect at Unsanctioned Saturday, you earned everyone's respect. But I am still the Internet Champion, and just because you have earned my respect doesn't mean that you will regain my Internet Title. The Internet Title was tailor-made for a competitor like me, who takes all comers, who doesn't worry about the stipulations, who loves to fight. That is me, Keith, ME!! I hold this title for a reason, for a purpose, if they say that the Rage Title is all about skills, then this title, the P2PW Internet Title, is all about toughness, if your gonna hold this title, you gotta have balls, you gotta have heart, and you can't be a pussy. To keep this title, you have to do things your mind could never concieve, you have to realize the impossible, you have to be on a completely different wavelength to understand it. Keith, you've held this title before, and you know this to be true. So to actually beat me and regain it than you know, better than anyone, what it takes. It's too bad your hopes end here.

Scene fades.

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens inside the Toyota Arena. The camera pans around the whole arena showing the fans of P2P. There are various signs being displayed showing which wrestlers the fans are loyal to. The camera finally makes it way to a area that is off to the side of the arena.

There is a bar positioned in this area. There are 3 kegs that appear to be on tap at this bar. Resting behind the bar is a makeshift wall with shelves. On these shelves is top notch bottles of liquor. There is space down the middle of these shelves. Hanging in that area is a Confederate Flag. Playing over the P.A. is Hank Williams Jr's "A Country Boy Can Survive".

Behind the bar stands P2P's own resident Redneck Keith Williams. He is holding a ice cold mug full of one of the beers that is on tap at this makeshift saloon. He takes a big drink out of the mug, emptying the mug. He rests the mug onto the top of the bar. He then wipes the foam off of his mouth. He then reaches over and picks up a mic that has been placed on the bar.

Keith Williams:
Now I know that you all see this setup and think "oh god, not another One on One ripoff", rest assured, that isn't the case. This segment is actually entertaining!

A few fans chuckle at the joke that Keith made while others start a E2 chant

Keith Williams:
Ah yes E2..the man who "shocked the world" at Payback when he walked out with the world title. This the same man who is hiding behind a fans vote for who should face him for that belt. He knows damn well that I should be the one to face him, but he is afraid that he would then be known as the shortest reigning world champion.

As at Payback we found out that he went and formed a alliance with Aladdin. Well now we know that Aladdin likes to blow things other then buildings up. Oh wait I should perhaps put that in language that Aladdin will understand...

Derka Derka Sherpa Shepra booma booma...

Keith gets a confused look on his face

Keith Williams:
Now I just said he liked to blow things other then buildings or I just called his mom a goat. But considering its Aladdin both things can apply..

Keith gives a sly grin while the fans in the audience begin a Black Panther chant

Keith Williams:
But enough about the ambiguously gay duo. Right now I would like to introduce my guest at this time. He at this moment is the current Internet Champion (that is until I get him in the ring later) Trent Acid!!

Big Pun 'Tres Leches (Tri-Boro Trilogy) begins to play over the PA system. The fans start to rise to their feet in anticipation of the TNT Internet Champion. After a few bars of his song play, A midget dressed as Trent Acid appears. He is carrying a toy internet title on his shoulder. Keith is shown holding his side and bending over in laughter. The fans meanwhile begin to start booing.

Keith is able to gain his composure as Mini Trent makes his way to the bar. Keith grabs another mic and hands it to him when he finally makes his way to the set.

Keith Williams:
Trent, its a pleasure to have you as the first guest on Last Call. But I gotta say. You look different then when I last faced you at Payback

Mini Trent:
Yeah, well after the asskicking you gave me at the ppv, It knocked me down a few pegs. But that isn't the reason that I came out to Last call tonight...

Keith Williams:
Oh its not? What reason do you have to come out here tonight?

Mini Trent:
Well you see, after that ass kicking, I got to thinking. I walked away from the ppv still listed as the Internet Champion, but I don't believe that I am. I am mealy a toy champion. You should be the one with this belt on his shoulder. So tonight I am officially giving you this belt. I have no right to step into that ring later with you for this belt. You are indeed the better man. So here take it.

Mini Trent takes the toy Internet title off his shoulder and hands it to Keith Williams. Keith takes hold of the belt and looks down at it. He then lays it on the bar.

Keith Williams:
Gee thanks Trent. You know earlier I heard your little promo about respecting me. Well I have respect for you and right now I want to give you a token of my respect.

Keith then lays his mic on the bar and walks around to the backside of the bar. He then reaches down and brings something from underneath the bar. The camera can't pick up what it is as Keith is walking back around to the front of the bar. Keith then holds up a action figure that has what appears to be a big afro.

Keith Williams:
Now I know how big of a fan you are of Afro Samurai. So using some connections that I have, I manage to get you a first edition Afro Samurai action figure. I hope that you enjoy it.

Mini Trent starts jumping up and down in excitement of the gift. Keith holds up the action figure for all to see. He then turns to Mini Trent. Keith gets a sick look on his face and then proceeds to blast Mini Trent across the head with the action figure. Mini Trent falls to the ground. The crowd begins to boo. Keith just starts laughing.

Keith Williams:
Trent, you son of a bitch. You want to go around claiming to respect me and all. I have absolutely no respect what so fucking ever for you. You got something that is mind. And tonight I will take back what is rightfully mine. Unsanctioned Saturday Night was a fluke. You got lucky and walked out with the belt. Then at Payback once again lady luck looked your way. I wouldn't be surprised if you begged Junco to come out and screw up the outcome of the match. You knew I had you ass beat and the only way that you could leave that ppv and get the big paycheck was to have him come out and interfere.

I don't give a damn if this match is special guest ref, lumberjack, or steel cage. All I know is that the outcome of the match will be the same. You with your ass laying on the mat, looking up at the lights and listening to the ring announcer saying "The winner of this match ...and new Internet Champion...Keith Williams!!!

And Junco..If you want to draw another breath in that pathetic thing that you call a body, you will stay as far away for this match as humanly possible. If you decide other wise you will end up like this...

Keith then walks over to Mini Trent. He picks him up and tosses him off the Last call set, crashing into wires and boxes. Mini Trent appears lifeless

Keith Williams:
Enjoy your final moments with that belt Trent...

Keith walks off the Last Call set as the whole arena goes black

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

The scene begins and The Fizz is in her locker room with her physio Miles Johnson. She is dressed in her ring clothes and is doing some simple stretching exercises in preparation for the big match. The Fizz is also watching Jenson Button’s first win in Formula One on a big screen tv that is positioned to the left side of the locker room. Jenson Button's success is motivating The Fizz, but so is the anger in her heart. The anger that stems from not getting the proper respect on TNT. Miles, on the other hand, is reading a Formula One magazine. Miles stops reading the Magazine and talks to Fizz.

Miles: This is going to be a tough match for you against Stare, so I would take it easy. You're still new here and from what I've heard, Stare is a seasoned vet and a former world champion.

The Fizz: Why would I take things easy Miles when I know Stare.

You know Stare?

Yes, I knew him from Blitz when I used to be on that show. When I first started at P2PW, Blitz! was my home. Everything started out well, but then I began to get disrespected. I notice how they woul always slide me to the beginning of the card, as if I wasn't any good at this; as if I belonged amongst those curtain-jerkers. Bullocks!

I didn’t know that Fizz. I hadn't realized that--

That was a long, long time ago. I tell you something about the first time about stepping into Blitz! 2 years ago in P2PW. Two whole years!! I was a rookie to wrestling and I only just started then. In my first match I defeated Steve TKO and then since I was on Blitz!, I got screwed by Stare-----

You got screwed by Stare?

No. no, no! Will you listen to me?! Stare who was the chairman at the time and he put me in the most stupid matches ever! He failed to see my ability and undermined me with every aching chance he got! Bullocks! And I didn’t do at all well cause of him. I never received a title shot or my fair share of singles matches. I got grouped into the "Free For Alls" and the rubbish openers. Stare even tried to get me fired from Blitz! and P2PW for no reason what so ever other than he's a stuck up, selfish, conceited performer who thinks he's the best of the best. Bullocks!! And then I got traded to TNT who have been much better to me than what Stare tried to do.

I see that you two had a history then?

Yes Miles, we have a history, or at least I have a beef with him. I have been waiting a long time for this moment: a wrestling match against my former boss. After all his shenanigans and placing me at the bottom of the card! Stare what makes you think that you will not go back to Blitz!?

What makes you think that I will not kick your ass? For the past two years I have been relagated to the bottom of the card. Even after being traded to TNT I see that I am getting little to no respect at all. I took out my frustrations on JuncoJunky and still no one took notice of the fire that blazes bright in my heart.

And then to add insult to injury, TNT is treating this as if it's you're big return. They are treating me like I am going to just job for you and get buried even further. Rubbish!!! Tonight is where it ends. Tonight it all stops. You will not walk over me like you think you will. I watched your promo earlier, and you half-assed it. If you were fighting Soul Reaper or NIN Horror would you have been so lazy? I think not! Huh! You think because I am woman that it will be an easy win. Well, I am going to prove you and everyone else wrong, dead wrong!

They say there is no going back after you have been traded. And the rumors in the back also say you perposely made my life a living hell. Part of that is my fault, for not stepping it up a notch a little sooner. But here I am! Big deal if you don’t like TNT because now you are stuck and I am going to make it a point to embarass you further. You have to put up with facing me first of all. The popular opinion is that you win and go on to get a title shot. BULLOCKS!!! I'm sick of it all! I'm sick of people treating me like I will not be a threat! JuncoJunky who!!?? I should be wearing the p2pw Internet Title!!

It seems that this match between you and Stare is going to be more than a match. It’s personal isn’t it?

Clean the crap from between your ears, Miles--of course it is very personal! You were not a very good chairman on Blitz!, Stare. Micko is better than you ever can be a chairman because at least he knows that he isn’t trying to screw me out of my matches unlike you tried to do. Well tonight, the real Payback begins. It begins with me flooring your ass!

The Fizz lets out an evil laugh; a laugh that shows that she is tired of being regarded as a jobber.

You lost your job as the chairman of Blitz! because you suck! You got what you deserved and what I have been waiting to see in a long time. No one liked you on the B-show and no one likes you here. I am going to prove that your career is done. I am going to march down that aisle, climb into the center of the ring, and give you the beating your mama should have given you ages ago!

You seem more confident than I have ever seen from you before, Fizz.

Tonight, I am going to be more aggressive and do the unthinkable. The fans have written me off, I am going to show them what it was like for you to step in this TNT ring against me for the first time in your life. I am going to show you what I was shown in my first match in TNT and you will experience what TNT wrestlers do around here---and that's kick some ass! But since you take me lightly, I'll let you find out the hard way. Tonight, your gonna get fizzed!

Miles looks shocked on what Fizz said about Stare.

Fizz. That was the best promo I have seen from you ever.

Thanks Miles. Now, it's time to prove the world wrong!

The Fizz spins around in a haste, walks out of the room and slams the locker oom behind her. Tonight, things will be different.

[Aladdin]

WE FADE UP FROM BLACK to show Aladdin leaning forward on an exquisite leather recliner chair, in just a pair of jeans and his navy blue timberland boots, shirtless, showing off his amazingly defined abs and pecs, that most men would kill to have. He shuts his flip-phone, signalling that he just finished up talking to someone. Intense as ever, his long black hair drapes over his shoulders and his pretty boy face. Deep in thought, it would take something very special to break his concentration. And something very special comes along. Aladdin looks up, revealing his face from behind his hair as a beautiful, sexy lady with what looks like an awesome tan but could well be her natural light brown/gold colour skin, indicating that she could be of south-Asian descent, much like Aladdin, walks sensually towards him. Wearing a pair of tight jeans and a yellow t-shit, both of which hug her body in all the right places, she moves right up to Aladdin so that her midriff is just in front of his face. Aladdin looks up lovingly into her large dark brown eyes, losing himself in them before she slowly bends down and gives him a kiss. Finally, Aladdin breaks a smile.

Sexy Lady: Who were you talking to?

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Elijah. He’s concerned that I’m rushing into this match with Ninja so soon after Payback.

Sexy Lady: He could be right, baby. I don’t want you to get hurt. He’s just looking out for you.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I know, I know. But at the same time, he knows why I have to do this. The guy was just fucking with me.

With a smile, the Sexy Lady replies with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Sexy Lady: I thought that was reserved for me only.

Aladdin can’t do anything but smile and shake his head as she sticks her tongue out at him, in a very cute image. Aladdin leans back into the chair and she sits down on his lap so that the two of face to face.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Of course it’s only reserved for you.

Aladdin leans forward and plants one on the lips of the Sexy Lady.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: And, after I retain my title tonight, those reservations for two will proceed right away.

The Sexy Lady leans forward and pecks the lips of Aladdin.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: But now, baby, I’ve gotta concentrate on my task at hand. This little break was awesome, but if you’re okay with it, I need to focus on my match tonight.

The Sexy Lady looks deep into Aladdin’s eyes, just a mere few inches away from him, and smiles her cute smile, signalling that she is absolutely fine with Aladdin’s request. The two leans forward together and engage in a long passionate kiss, before the Sexy Lady gets off his lap and heads out the door, not before blowing Aladdin one last kiss.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Like I’m going to be able to concentrate after that.

Aladdin exhales and takes a few seconds to compose himself. He looks into the camera and with a smile on his face begins to talk.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Life is good.

Aladdin gets out of the chair and pushes his hair back.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know, some people say that for an ideal life, a guy must have money, power and chicks. That seems about right to me. What else do you want in life? Sex? That comes with the chicks. Fame? It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but it sure is nice having people you’ve never met recognise and idolize you. Fame comes with power. See, I’ve come to the point in my life where I’m evaluating where I’m at and where I wanted to be at my age. I’m 19, pushing 20. I’m a prodigy in terms of wrestling. I’m a 3 year pro, in one of the biggest companies in the world and I’m only 19. Not only that, but I’m one of the biggest stars in said company. I’d say I’ve done pretty well. But, let’s bring it all back to what I said before: money, power and chicks. I may as well start off with the last one. You would have just seen me with my loving girlfriend. Some people would expect a guy like me, i.e. young, good looking and famous, to be out with a different girl each night, partying until 4 o’clock in the morning, getting wasted but that’s not my style. For people who can do that, good for you. I know Elijah is all for that type of lifestyle, and it’s working great for the guy, but I’m happiest when I’m lying in bed, holding my girlfriend in my arms, just laying there. So, that’s chicks ticked off the list.

Aladdin walks across his changing room to his mini-bar. He opens it up and grabs a bottle of coke. He guzzles it down before continuing.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Money. How many people my age do you see with a total income like mine? You’ve got your young rappers, actors and singers, but your average 19 year old is probably in university, preparing for the rest of his life. Luckily, thanks to my talent in the ring, I was able to bypass those things and I’m minting money as we speak. Sponsorship deals, investing, even my own medical clinic back in London, oh and of course my basic contract plus bonuses. Financially I’m set for a long time to come. And of course, just like a 19 year old with that sort of money, I don’t have a problem spending it on things that I…..well…….need.

Aladdin smiles in a sarcastic way, as he puts his hand into his pocket and takes something out. He holds up a pair of keys at face level, showing the words “Hummer” engraved onto his key chain. Having given everyone enough time for everyone to read the writing, he chucks the keys onto his table, next to his bag.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: And Power.

Aladdin goes over to his bag on the table and reaches into it. He pulls out his Rage Title belt, shows it to the camera and then draped it over his shoulder.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Like I said, Power. This is an interesting one. You see, I suppose you could call me a powerful guy, and I’m not talking strength-wise, even though it would be true in that sense of the word too. I’m talking about power as in authority and respect. To be brief, this Rage Title gives me a certain amount of power. More than most superstars have. Oh, and of course, some of you may even know that I have a bit of “swing” backstage.

Aladdin looks into the camera and winks, letting the smarks know that the last comment was directed towards them.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Why am I talking about this, you say? Why am I telling you all about my life, when I have a highly anticipated match with Red Ninja? Shouldn’t I be talking about that match? After all this is a promo, not a session with a shrink. Well, this all has a point. I’m going somewhere with this.

Aladdin grabs his Rage Title belt and then sits back down on his recliner chair.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So, let’s quickly sum up. Money? Check. Power? Check. Chicks? Check. So, I guess you could say that I have an ideal life. I guess you could say I’m happy.

Aladdin pauses and just drops his head. Once again, his hair covers his face, so that all the camera can see is his long black hair.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: But no. I am not happy.

He pauses one more time and sighs.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Why is that, you ask? It’s simple. I’ve got the three things that I listed before, but I don’t have one thing. Validation. As you all know, I’ve been the Rage Champion for almost a year now. I’ve done a lot of things this year. I’ve dominated this brand. I’ve lost one match this whole year. One match and even then that was due to some shifty shit. I even had that match won. No-one has done that in this company. Not Stare. Not Reaper. Not Reece Somers. Not NIN. Not Spackle. Not Scream. Not _the j-man. Not even my partner, E2, no offence to him. And not Red Ninja. But, I haven’t received the praise, the validation from my peers. And do you want to know why? It’s because I held this title…

Aladdin holds up the Rage Title belt.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: …….and not the P2PW Heavyweight Title. And who held that title for the majority of the year? Red Ninja. The man I face tonight. With the exception of my bro, E2, who just beat him, the challengers I’ve faced have all been superior to Ninja’s challengers. The matches I’ve had, have all been superior to this guys’ matches. The storylines that I’ve had, have all been more compelling than this guy’s storylines. But, for some reason some people seem to think that Red Ninja was the man on TNT, just because he held the title that was just taken from him. I’ve proven time and time again that I’m the MVP of TNT, but even despite beating you in the lead up to winning my Rage Title, I’m still overlooked. This match, Ninja, is my chance to prove myself to everyone in this company who has ever doubted me.

Aladdin turns the chair around, to face another side. The camera follows him.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Ninja, now just because I’m talking down to you, justifiably of course, it doesn’t mean that I don’t respect you. I know you don’t respect me, but I can spot talent when I see it. I guess you just don’t have that same gift. You’ve done some great things over this past year, no doubt. I’m not going to sit here and act like you haven’t. I’m not blind. I am not going to underestimate you. But, I remember a time when I referred to you as Green Ninja. How’s about we take a trip down memory lane.

Aladdin puts the Rage Title belt on the floor next to him, and then continues.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Just like you, I recall the days when I was in a stable, the Blood Pack, and you were in the highly decorated group, The Insanity. At that point in time, I wasn’t the man I am today and neither were you. I was still learning a lot of things in this business, and you were nothing more than a bland, boring, secondary act in your tag team with Spaz. Back then, I knew I wasn’t exactly main event level, but I knew at that point in time you weren’t either. You had been around for a long time, Ninja. You were here in the beginning, when P2PW started. And you had been around much longer in other companies, all around the world, but even with all that experience and all that knowledge, you were still stuck in a tag team because you weren’t good enough to cut it in singles competition. I on the other hand was getting my break. I had just arrived on the scene. I had one year of experience, so naturally I came into the company and planned to learn the trade by being in a tag team, and then going onto singles competition soon after. So, with all your experience and wealth of knowledge, you had managed to get carried to winning the tag team gold. Well, that’s how it all started between the two of us. We were a young upstart team, looking to get some gold. And we did just that. To the surprise of everyone, me and my cousin, Vegeta, beat the tag team champions, and took away their titles. How about we take a look at what happened.

The camera suddenly cuts away to a different scene:

Aladdin climbs the ropes and nails a 450 splash. Aladdin clutches his ribs in pain before making the cover. The ref counts the three signaling new tag champs.

The footage stops and we fade back to Aladdin, who has a bit of a smile on his face.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That was a great night. My first gold in P2PW and it came at your expense. You see that Ninja, even when I had pretty much just gotten into the business, I had your number. I pinned your ass in the middle of the ring. One, two, three. You can talk all you want about how it was your partner’s fault that you lost that title, but I pinned you. I beat you. Spaz and Vegeta weren’t involved in the end sequence. It was me and you. I proved that I was better than you. You did eventually win those titles back, but you didn’t have anything to do with the pin and neither did I. Your partner pinned my partner. Spaz pinned Vegeta. You did not for a second prove that you could beat me, and for that matter, neither did your partner. See, Ninja in this war between the two of us, you would probably mark it up as 1-1, but in reality it’s still 1-0, in my favour. Sure, your team got “revenge” but you failed to beat me, Aladdin.

Aladdin pauses momentarily.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Fast forward to the Rage Title tournament. A tournament that I not only won, but I dominated, and you were merely just another name that I chewed up and spat out on my way to the triumph.

The camera suddenly cuts away to some footage:

He looks at Ninja who is still struggling to get the air back in his lungs, he picks him up again in his finisher, Uncaged. He drives Ninja down, hooks the leg, and picks up the 1 2 3.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That makes it 2-0. To be honest, it would have been more fitting for the two of us to have faced each other in the final. I mean by that time, you had rid yourself of your stable and started to improve to a point when your in ring skills were not too shabby. It would have been ideal for me to have faced a pure wrestler in the finals of a tournament that encouraged actual wrestling. Sure, you wouldn’t have been able to live up to my standards, but hey, you’re leaps and bounds ahead of Firefly. However, as fate would have it, you wound up against me in the semi finals, and that loss will probably go down as the best, most convenient loss in history. Thanks to my superiority over you, you wound up in the P2PW Heavyweight Title match at Plethora. Make sure you listen really careful. Thanks to me, you won that title of yours, Ninja. And while you were doing that, I won the opportunity to challenge for the title that I went on to win. But most importantly, I main evented that show. Something that you pointed out and didn’t take to so well. See, Ninja, I main evented the show where the first ever P2PW Heavyweight Champion was to be crowned. All because I was THE man. I proved myself to the company and to the fans that I was the MVP of TNT and I was put in the main event because I was simply the best. Better than the rest of TNT and better than you.

Aladdin’s expression on his face turns from happy to some what irritated.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That’s when things started to get weird. In the ring, I was still the man. I was still TNT’s true MVP, but for some reason people in the back started to think that Ninja was better than me. That he was a bigger star than me. And why? Simply because he held the P2PW Title and I held the Rage Title. People have come up to me on the street and asked me if I ever wished that I had lost to Red Ninja in the tournament so that I could have ended up becoming the P2PW Champion. My answer to that is no. Losing is the worst thing in the world to me. Why would I want to lose? When I heard about this new P2PW Title, being the big one on TNT, I figured I’d wait and win the Rage Title have a good reign and then go on to challenge for the P2PW Title and become a double champ. But obviously that never happened. And why? Because unlike many others, I was never handed a title shot. And when opportunity came knocking on my door, I was screwed out of it on a large scale. Hopefully, I’ll get my hands on that person soon, but that’s a story for another day. So, yeah, no title shots came my way, so I figured if I’m not going to get a shot at the supposed big title, then I’ll make my title the big title. In my eyes and in the eyes of the fans, I’ve done just that, but the people backstage just don’t see it and those are just the people I need the validation from. I just don’t understand it. How can you say that a person who I beat on the way to winning the Rage Title holds a more prestigious title than mine? I’ve already proven that I’m the superior wrestler, so it just doesn’t make sense. The only reason Ninja won his belt was because of me. Hell, if he didn’t face me in the semi-final, he could have ended up in the finals against me and then he wouldn’t have gotten his shot at the P2PW Title. The fucker is not only my inferior but he’s in debt to me.

Aladdin pauses momentarily.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Ninja, everything about my title reign trumps yours. The people I’ve faced have been much tougher. I’ve faced and beaten every single one of the people you beat during your title reign, at one point in my career. I’ve had a wider range of matches than you. My matches have always been about who’s the best, not who can cheat the best or who can get someone else to win a match for you, but don’t think I haven’t come across people who have tried, and failed, to cheat against me. I’ve even defended my title in another company, ELITE, where I successfully retained against a man who happens to also own you, Reaper. Oh, and one vital piece of information, my title reign is still going on. Your reign has ended. I have had much more longevity than you.

Aladdin sits up on his chair.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So now, we are at a crossroad. Red Ninja has just lost the title to my Black Tiger associate and is in need of a new direction, and I am still on top of my game, having come off a win against Ninja’s friend, who had to run away to Blitz because I embarrassed that piece of shit so badly at Payback. I have everything to lose, and I mean everything, Ninja. Whereas you have everything to gain. Fresh off a loss at Payback, you get a Rage Title shot. Ever wonder why you got a title shot so quickly, Ninja? I mean you just lost to E2, and now you have a title shot. How did that happen? You wanna know how? I’ll tell you. I gave you this shot. I was not forced into this match, I requested this match and I made sure my title would be on the line. When I beat you, I want to make sure that you have all the incentive in the world to give me your best. That will make my title reign that much better. I want to make sure that everyone in this company knows that I was not afraid to put my title up for grabs, and when my hand is raised in victory, Ninja, you will go down as the biggest notch on my title. You will be the victory that makes my title reign historic. When I beat you, I will prove once and for all that the Rage Title is THE title on TNT and P2PW and that I am the MVP of TNT.

Aladdin stands up and drapes the title belt over his shoulder.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, I know that probably would have been a nice place to end, but I have more to say. Ninja, I saw what you had to say and well, you can bitch about how the company favours me over you, but the facts are that I prove myself to management every night. It’s not them that I’m seeking this validation from, it’s the boys in the back. So yeah, the company probably does like me better, but that’s only because they know that I work harder than anyone else in P2PW and I deserve everything that they’ve given me, because I’ve earned it. Let it be known that I’ve never hidden away from you, I’ve wanted a shot at you for the longest time imaginable, I’ve simply had to keep my feeling welled up inside because management aren’t for a double champ. Why do you think I had to face two people to qualify for the Sole Survivor Chamber match? Why do you think I’ve never been handed a title shot? I kept my desire to face you and prove that I’m better than you inside for a while, but about a month or so ago, I couldn’t do that anymore. I couldn’t live with the fact that some people may think that you’re better than me. I made it clear that I wanted a piece of you, and now that youvre not got a title, I can finally get my satisfaction. The fact that you’ve not got a title for me to take, is not a worry for me, because simply victory over you is rewarding enough. But you know what, beating you isn’t good enough. I want to make sure that you know that you’re my inferior. I want to make sure the whole world realizes that Red Ninja gave it his all, but it wasn’t good enough to beat Aladdin. Hence why this match is now a Lion’s Den Match. Lion. Fuck that. Tiger’s Den Match. You see, to win I have to either knock you out or make you submit, and will do just that. The two times that I beat you before were by pinfall, but this time I will either force you to give up or I will simply beat you so hard that by the time that bell rings, you’ll be unconscious. I want you to know that you simply can’t beat me. Tonight will mark the burial of Red Ninja’s career when I make it a hatrick of wins over you. But most importantly, I will finally get that validation that I have wanted for too long, and I will prove to everyone that I am the greatest Rage Champion ever, the greatest Champion ever and the greatest wrestler in TNT and P2PW. Tonight, Red Ninja, it’s not about gimmicks, it’s not about catch phrases, it’s not about money, power or chicks. Tonight is about who is the best. Tonight you find out that “the best” has a name and that is “The Tiger” Aladdin.

The camera focuses in on Aladdin, who looks as intense and passionate as ever. Sweat beads fall down his face, his hair covers parts of his face making him look some what demonic and sadistic, his muscles are bulging, his veins are working at a super rate and his eyes are red, piercing through the camera. The scene fades to black with a visual of Aladdin’s eyes which tell a message that he is as determined as he’ll ever be.




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Votes:

The Fizz
Trent Acid

[Aladdin]

Locked. Excellent turnout, people. 100%. Very pleased.