TNT Results! - 25th Feb 2007

[Aladdin]

Presents…..

The Road To WrestleFever 3: Show 1

Live from the Toyota Center,
Houston, Texas

“Headsprung” blasts over the PA system and the crowd goes into a frenzy as E2, the new P2PW Heavyweight Champion, emerges from behind the curtain. E2 is dressed in a white “Black Tiger” T-shirt, baggy, denim blue jeans, and the trademark size 16 Timbs. E2 holds the shiny title belt is over his left shoulder with his right hand, and in his left, is a brown grocery bag, folded at the top, and looks as if it’s been used and re-used multiple times. Like a crack ho.

On this night, E2 feels like he has a three-foot long penis, as the confidence is oozing out of his pores. A few camera close ups in the audience reveal some true E2 fanatics. A pasty, skinny white boy with short blonde hair and a load of zits on his forehead, sports a fake 40 bottle while jumping up and down.

The camera pans over to a group of three college girls, all wearing “Black Tiger” T-shirts. The one in the middle has the red shirt, while the others sport the white version. And the shorty in the middle has had her share of drinks as she goes to pull up her shirt and show us them titties; but the camera cuts away at the last moment.

The champion has made his way to the ring, and once inside, E2 sets the brown paper bag down and holds the title belt high for all to see. The crowd is livid. No one—no one! ever thought they would see this day: The One Man Killing Machine standing in the center of the squared circle with P2PW’s biggest prize in his massive hands. A microphone is tossed into the ring from the announce table.

E2: “My only hope is that all the boys in the back who never thought I would make it this far are watching. My only hope is that all the niggas who thought I would break, or fail, or get chased by the cops, can see my Black ass standing in this very ring, holding this very title!”

The crowd pops loud.

E2: “My only hope is that all the young Black kids out there, who have been told that they will never amount to nothin’; all the young Black kids who have been told that they have no chance; my only hope is that they are watching!”

Again, the crowd pops loud.

E2: “Like Tony Dungy and Lovie Smith, I am living proof that a Black man who is determined can reach the muthafuckin’ top! So here’s to the Jim Crows, the David Dukes, the Rush Limbaughs, and all the muthafuckin’ racist crackahs!”

E2 raises his massive arms and flips a double bird and the audience reacts with nothing but cheers.

E2: “Now, it’s time to begin the celebration: Let’s get dis muthafuckin’ party started, shall we?”

E2 walks over and drapes the P2PW Heavyweight Title belt over one of the top turnbuckles. He then returns to the center of the ring and reaches down and pulls a 40 of Colt 45 out of the crumbled up brown bag, cracks it open and guzzles, guzzles, guzzles the entire brew!

E2: “BUUURRRAAAPPPPP! Now I know the champions of the past have been rather classy and straightforward. The Stare’s, the Nation’s, and even the champion on the B-show, Soundscream, is rather clean cut. Fuck dat! This champion is a straight thug! Get use to it.”

The crowd pops as E2 reaches down and grabs another 40 out of the bag, but this beer reads Olde English. “SSSSSSSST!” the bottle goes as E2 opens it up and begins to guzzle, stopping when the bottle is half empty.

E2: “Now, I’m right.”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “Something caught my attention….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “On the way to the ring….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “I saw some broads….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “Wearing our shirt….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “And I got to thinkin’…..”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “That I want a closer look….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “So what I’d like to do….”

Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?”

E2: “Is invite the woman with the hugest boobs into this….very….ring!!”

The crowd pops loud as E2 looks into the crowd and points to the three college girls in the audience and motions with his finger for all of them to come up there. The crowd is ridiculously loud as a couple of uniformed security guards lead the girls through the crowd, down the aisle, and into the ring. A Black girl, a white girl, and a Chinese girl: How fitting. All three have usually large chests and the buzzed champion isn’t afraid to say it. The champion begins to walk a methodic circle around the bitches, looking them up and down, as a hunter would inspect his captured game.

E2: (Smiling demonically) “Hello, ladies.”

Ladies in unison: (Smiling wide) “Hi, E2!!!”

E2: (Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle) “BUUURRAAAAPP!!! Sorry, my manners are not where they should be. But god damn girls! Those are some big titties!”

Crowd: “Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits!”

E2: “Now as much as I’d like that to happen right here and now, I don’t think the executives at---wait, what TV station are we on again?”

Crowd: “Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits!”

E2: “BURRAAAAPPP!! I don’t think the executives at Nickelodeon would allow such a thing! ‘the fuck? Nickelodeon?!?” (Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle)

Crowd: “Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits! Show-those-tits!”

E2: “But what you can do is celebrate with me! Let’s play a game called “Jump Up And Down”, ready?

E2 begins to jump up and down like a drunk nigger. Immediately, the three college girls begin to jump up and down as well, their titties can be seen flapping wildly though those thin shirts. The crowd loves it. A close up of that teenager with the zits reveals that he has shoved his hands down his pants and violently pulling something.

The producers put that image on Zeroin. The kid notices and stops the jerking immediately as the crowd laughs him to scorn. An embarrassed smile spreads across his face, revealing even more pus-filled pimples and a mouth full of braces.

E2: “That’s it, bounce with me! BOUNCE!!”

With each up and down movement—with each flap of a tit, E2’s eyes get wider and wider and wider. The bitches know what they are doing and they are loving it too. Finally, E2 lets out a big, “AAAAAUUUHHHH!!” and then walks to the side, lifts his right leg up, and shakes the pant leg out a bit.

E2: “Now, das what I’m talking about!”

The crowd pops again. And that kid has left the floor.

E2: “Now. Ladies, how would you like to meet a couple of friends of mine?”

Chinese girl: “He go lucky, lucky, sucky, sucky?”

E2: (Grinning) Yeah, something like dat! He ain’t got no name, we’ll just call him ‘Friend Number One.’ Come out here Friend Number One!”

”WHAT YOU KNOW!” blasts over the loud speakers and P2PW’s RAGE Champion, “The Tiger” Aladdin emerges from the back to a standing ovation. E2 acknowledges his homey by holding the mic out in front of him and pointing. The three college girls begin to clap as well.

And “The Tiger” is decked out in a red karate trousers and sporting a black pair of MMA gloves. With his hair pulled back in a ponytail and his eyes focused, the champ is ready for a fight: A fight that will go down later on tonight and prove to be one of the more brutal battles in TNT’s history.

In a display of speed and athleticism, “The Tiger” begins running toward the ring, hops the apron, and hops the top rope like a nimble cat on its feet. Black Tiger tag fists. In the midst of all this, E2 pulls the second rope up so that the ladies can exit. However, they stay at ringside per his request. Another mic is tossed into the ring from the announcer’s desk and “The Tiger” catches it in his hand without removing his eyes from E2.

E2: “Sup, nigga? BURRAAAPPP!”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “I thought you said you were going to AA tonight?”

E2: “I did go. And I listened. Then I got sick of dat shit, and went and got me some forties.”

The crowd pops again. Black Tiger is in full effect.

E2: “Nigga, I’m the champion, I can celebrate—but enough about me, let’s talk about……….the RAGE title! Let’s talk about Red Ninja.”

The crowd begin to boo at the mention of that name.

E2: “Nigga, in tonight’s main event, you, “The Tiger” Aladdin will be taking on the Red Power—err, Red Ninja! You will be facing a man who is fuckin’ pissed. I just whooped his ass at Payback, but Red Ninja is a competitive muthafuckah! He’ll be looking to take you out and take your title. You know he still wants gold. Tell us about how you feel going into this one…..”

”The Tiger”: “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 like I mentioned before, I can recognize talent when I see it.

“I know you’re mad; I know you’re hungry. I also know that the new Red Ninja, the one that turned on the fans after winning the P2PW Heavyweight Title last year, will stoop to any low, just to walk out of here tonight with this RAGE title around his waist.”

The crowd isn’t liking what its hearing.

”The Tiger”: “Ninja, 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’m not like some of the people on the B-show who, in spite of your accomplishments, let pride and hard headedness keep them from acknowledging someone who is good. I am not going to underestimate you. But at the same time, Ninja, I remember a time when I referred to you as a Green Ninja; an inexperienced Ninja who ran the streets with Spaz, trying to make a name for himself.

“A man who people often overlooked and didn’t take serious. A man many people thought was too plain, too ordinary. They never thought you were a big enough draw, they never thought you’d fill the seats. They never thought you’d be the longest running P2PW Cha----“

Red Ninja: “Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up, right…….now!”

The crowd begins to boo violently as Red Ninja’s mug shot appears on Zeroin. Because of his mask, we can only see his eyes: A very intense set of eyes. Black Tiger stare bullets at Ninja as they have obviously been caught off guard.

Red Ninja: “Aladdin, you have been spending waaaaayy too much time there with the One Man Monkey Machine, as you are starting to talk and talk and just fucking talk!”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “There will be no talking tonight, when we----“

Red Ninja: “---I wasn’t finished! Don’t cut me off again.”

The crowd is still booing, but in the midst of all that, a “Black Tiger” chant begins to emerge.

Red Ninja: “Don’t pepper me up with that ‘green’ bullshit. Don’t make it sound as if you are better than me. I spent all of 2006 proving what I can do in the squared circle. I just spent the entire year proving that I can take the company on my shoulders and run with it.

YOU have never done such a thing. You have never been P2PW Champion! And you will never be better than me. So don’t delude yourself. The name “Black Tiger” means nothing to me, so I could care less. I’ve gone the distance with both of you and I’m still here. You are all hype. All hype.”

The sounds of the jeering crowd drown out the ‘Black Tiger’ chants as Ninja’s promo has gotten under their skin.

Red Ninja: “Tonight, I’m gonna own your ass, and make TNT history as the first man to drop a belt on one show, and then win another belt on the very next show! And then I have a surprise……a surprise that will shake things up…..forever…..

“And E2, you will never be as good a champion as I was. You are a load of shit. You disgrace the P2PW Title with all your ghetto-like mannerisms, your alcoholic ways, all your bullshit. You’re a disgrace. TNT will sink to new lows with you at the helm. What? You probably won’t defend that belt until Fever, you fuckin’ pussy.”

Red Ninja’s visage fades from Zeroin. The crowd is angry. “The Tiger” Aladdin is pissed. E2 has just about had it. And then the two members of Black Tiger slowly turn their heads toward one another and look each other in the eye.

Black Tiger: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!! What a fuckin' loser, AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Suddenly, the sound of fresh flatulence hits the scene, BOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

"The Tiger" Aladdin: "Shit! Excuse me."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

E2: "Naw nigga, excuse me!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

"The Tiger" Aladdin: "My bad again."

E2: (Lifting a leg up) "'The fuck did you eat, some falaffel?"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

"The Tiger": "Well, what the fuck did you eat, some pigs feet?"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Some of the photographers at ring side are gasping for fresh air.

Black Tiger: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

E2: “….I was gonna introduce Friend Number Two before we were interrupted by Ninja's yap and that round of fresh farts out the bunghole, but I’ve had a change of heart. I’m feeling a lil’ spontaneous as seeing as how Batista opened up last week’s WWE Smackdown!, I figured why not I do the same?”

The camera quickly pans an excited, popping audience. E2 walks over to the corner and grabs his title belt. “The Tiger” simply watches his partner. E2 holds the belt up high and looks toward the back.

E2: “This title you see, is now on the line. I challenge anyone in the back, right now, to a streetfight! And the P2PW Heavyweight Championship is on the line!”

Crowd pops loud.

E2: “Get a fuckin’ ref! Let’s do it now! The first nigga to walk through those curtains gets a title shot, right here, right now---in a streetfight!”

The crowd is a bit antsy as no one really knows what to expect. No music has hit yet. E2 has taken off his shirt and Aladdin has stepped outside of the ring. E2 waits.

E2: ‘Wait, all that mouth and Ninja’s music hasn’t hit yet? Keith Williams? Trent? Stare? ANYBODY-------“

”DRAG THE WATERS” by Pantera suddenly hits, and of all people, SickFixx appears from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of purple and pink polka dotted tights with boots to match.

E2’s anger slowly slips away and he drop his hands to his sides and wears a look on his face as if to say, “Are you kidding me?” The crowd boos the shit out of SickFixx as he walks down the aisle and enters the ring with the champion.

Surprisingly, Fixx is not afraid of E2 and walks right up to him, with the champ holding about a foot over the challenger. E2 looks at Fixx dead in the eye, and then, from out of nowhere, SickFixx slaps the shit out of E2 and the champion loses his composure and then attacks. A ref is present. Crowd is hot. Now it’s on…..

*******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP STREETFIGHT*******
E2 (c)
vs.
SickFixx

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DING! DING! DING! E2 immediately backs SickFixx into the corner and begins to pummel him with a series of lefts and rights, lefts and rights, lefts and rights, until finally, SickFixx drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring in an attempt to recuperate.

Like a true thug, E2 gives chase and goes after the pesky challenger who runs like a bitch around the ring. Finding himself on the far side of the exit, the side farthest away safety and no broken bones, Fixx picks up one of the empty 40 bottles that rolled onto the arena floor and throws it at Elijah.

E2 catches the bottle in the midst of his chase and continues toward the villian. Fixx realizes what has happend and continues to run retreat to the back. But E2’s long legs allow him to catch up to SickFixx and smash the bottle over his head, busting his skull wide open. As the referee follows, E2 continues to beat the shit out of SickFixx all the way to the back. The two disappear behind the curtain and we CUT TO COMMERCIAL.

[Aladdin]

TNT returns with the sounds of Wu Tang Clan’s “Bring the Ruckus” blaring throughout the arena. The crowd cheers greatly as P2PW owner and TNT’s resident authority figure comes out from the curtain. Dressed in a fine suit, Micko smiles and waves to the crowd as he walks down the ramp. He squeezes through the top and middle rope, entering the ring. He is immediately handed a mic and tries to talk, but before he can a huge “Micko” chant begins. Micko seems some what flattened by the warm welcome but gestures for them to quiet down so that he can talk and actually hear himself talk.

Micko: How’s everybody doing tonight?!

The crowd cheer with deafening volume.

Micko: I’ll take it that you’re doing good, which also means that your enjoying the show. Seeing that you’re all here how about you guys help me out a bit with a little bit of work that I have to do.

The crowd boos, showing their disgust for work, wanting entertainment.

Micko: Ha! Not very many workaholics in here, are there. Well, hear me out. What I need to get done is a bit of fan feedback on this past Sunday’s pay-per-view, Payback. Is that okay?

The crowd cheer in approval of Micko’s request.

Micko: Great. So, I’ll ask a question and I need you guys to say either yes or no. Is that cool?

The crowd, in unison, shout “YES!” and then all start laughing.

Micko: It works! I’ll begin with a basic question, did you like Payback.?

The crowd reply with a thunderous “YES!” which scares the hell out Micko.

Micko: Jesus Christ, I didn’t realize just how loud you guys were. Damn. I nearly shit myself and this is a new suit! Anyway, so, what part in particular did you like?

The crowd all look confused as Micko didn’t ask a “yes or no” question. Some scream “E2 winning the title!”, some scream “The ladder match!”, “The Internet Title match”, “Vegeta not giving up”, “Black Tiger formation”, “Shinn’s Theory appearing and finally one middle aged bald man screams “Seeing Micko in his tight trouser!”. The rest of the crowd look at that man with a disgusted look on their faces. The lot of them start to laugh, while Micko looks quite scared in the ring.

Micko: …….

Micko puts the mic to his mouth but is so terrified by that one man that he can’t squeeze out one word.

Micko: Ooookay………..I’ll make sure I only say yes and no questions from now. But with the exception of that disturbing comment, I heard some good things. The dethroning of Red Ninja, Aladdin making Reece Somers’s last moment on TNT very painful, Junco making a statement during the Internet Title match, among others. So, did you guys like the Shinn’s Theory appearance?

The crowd reply with a big “YES!” but the same man from before screams out “I love you Micko!”. Micko can’t help but go red in the face.

Micko: Alright, alright, calm yourself down, ya pissflap.

The crowd get a little kick out of that while the man in the crowd stares lovingly at Micko.

Micko: So, you all loved Shinns, and one of you loves me. Great. Well, I have some good news for you then. You will next see Shinn’s Theory when he makes his return to WrestleFever!

The crowd pop huge for the announcement that Shinns will be at WF3.

Micko: He has gone on record to say that he won’t be in a match, but he will have some involvement in the pay-per-view but in what form, I can’t say. Next question, are you guys happy to see the formation of Black Tiger?

The crowd scream “YES!” and a “Black Tiger” chant starts up.

Micko: Thought you might like that. Well, trust me, you’re going to be seeing a lot of Black Tiger.

The crowd continue their “Black Tiger” chant.

Micko: Talking about Black Tiger, I actually have quite a few things to say that will involve Aladdin.

An “Aladdin” chant starts up.

Micko: First of all, who’s looking forward to the Rage Title match, later tonight?

The crowd reply with a unanimous “YES!”

Micko: Good. As you all heard earlier in the night, Aladdin deemed the match a “Tiger’s” Den Match, replacing Lion with Tiger. Now, I know this isn’t very important, but I know Aladdin will appreciate this, so what the hell. It also fits into the context of the match, so later tonight, you will officially witness the first ever Tiger’s Den Match. Yep, it will go down in the history books as a Tiger’s Den Match. Aladdin, I did that for you, you better get some satisfaction out of that.

Micko pauses momentarily.

Micko: Next thing, I’ve got to say concerns Aladdin’s challenge to Stare. Aladdin wants to face Stare at WrestleFever 3 and he’s insisted that he’ll put his title on the line, that is if he retains tonight. Oh, and I can assure you that I added that last part. Aladdin hasn’t let thoughts of a loss creep into his mind at all. Back on topic, basically, Stare’s contract dictates that while I ultimately can pull the plug on his career in P2PW, he has the right to reject any match that he sees fit, if he chooses to. So, basically that match is in hands. Stare alone, not Aladdin and not even I, has the power to make that match happen. It’s all on him. But, having talked to him, it doesn’t look like the match will happen. Apparently, he lost more then just matches over on Blitz.

The crowd boo the fact that they may not get to see an Aladdin versus Stare match.

Micko: But, it’s okay because I have something that Aladdin may like just as much. I told you guys. At Payback, I announced that there would be an internet poll where the two people with the highest number of votes will then face each other to determine the number one contender for the P2PW Title. Well, the votes are in and people that you voted in were Trent Acid and Aladdin.

The crowd pop big for the two stars.

Micko: The two of them will face each other next week. And seeing as Reaper chose to stay on Blitz and face Scream for the second year running, there is a slot open for a P2PW Heavyweight Title challenger. So, the winner of this match will go on to face E2, granted he remains the champ, at WrestleFever 3 for the P2PW Title!

The crowd start a “TNT” chant.

Micko: It could very well end up being Black Tiger Vs. Black Tiger, or Black Vs. Tiger at WrestleFever, should they both make it to WF3. Talk about cutting the legs off before they even started, huh?

The camera pans around to show the intrigued faces of the possible WF3 match.

Micko: There’ve been a lot of stuff going on in P2PW. Recently Blitz acquired the services of one Reece Somers, and TNT wound up with Stare. Now, I’ve touched on Stare before…….wait, that didn’t come out right. Forget it. Anyway, it would seem Stare has a bit of an attitude, he seems to think he can do what he wants, but I’ve got news for you, Stare, you’re no longer GM. You either abide by my rules, or I’ll show you the door. Now, one of my rules is that I don’t want any pussies in this company, and by that I don’t mean women, I mean retards who are too afraid to get in the ring with certain people. Stare, you are one of those retards. Until you grow some balls, you’re going to start from the bottom and work your way up, all over again. But, don’t think you’re going to get a light schedule. You will be booked in each and every card that comes along. And most importantly, until you grow some balls, your pay will be deducted to jobber level pay. Man the fuck up.

Micko takes a deep breath and then continues.

Micko: I’ve ranted long enough now, but I’d hate to end on a negative note, so I will tell you one last thing. At WF3, a lot of important shit will go down. Rivalries will be settled, titles will be won, but something else will rank right up there. At WrestleFever 3 I will make a very important announcement that will concern every superstar in P2PW and will change P2PW forever.

With that said, Micko throws the mic back to the ring announcer and looks into the crowd, who are all talking amongst themselves, speculating about Micko’s announcement. TNT goes to commercial.

[Aladdin]

We go to ringside with “Cowboys From Hell” hitting the PA system. The crowd jump to their feet with cheers as the challenger comes walking out from behind his curtain. As soon as he appears before the crowd, he takes out a mic from his pocket and starts to talk straight away.

Keith Williams: Cut the music, cut the music.

After a few seconds his entrance music fades away.

Keith Williams: Alright, alright, alright.

Keith makes it to the steel steps.

Keith Williams: Well, here I am again, a few seconds away from facing Trent for what? The third time in three shows? Jeez………..gimme a break people. It’s been three weeks and I’m already sick of this dude. Seriously, have the supposed creative geniuses run out of ideas or something? Do they know that there are other people for me to face?

Keith climbs the steel steps and squeezes into the ring.

Keith Williams: I know some no-name loser got involved with our match at Payback, but damn. I’m sick of looking at that ugly mug on Trent’s shoulders.

With that said, “Tres Leches” is heard and the Internet Champion comes walking out from behind the curtain. With a mic in hand, Trent doesn’t look too impressed. His music is cut short as he begins to speak as he walks down the ramp.

Trent Acid: You’re sick of me? You? I should be the one who’s sick of you. I’m sick of beating you and then having to face you again when the result is obviously going to be exactly the same. How you’re sick of me just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe, I suppose you thought you were going to get the shot at the P2PW Title, but no. You didn’t, I did. So what exactly have you got to look forward to? If anything, this is your only shot at gold that you’re going to be getting for a long while, so just shut up and hold onto that hope that you have for as long as you can, because that’s all you have, hope. Once the two of us are through, the scoreboard will read 3-0.

Keith Williams: Three, nil, huh? So Trent, who won at Payback? Refresh my memory please. Because it damn sure wasn’t you. I had the match won until the little brat came out and ruined everything……

“Hall Of Illusion” is heard and the man, that Keith was just speaking of, appears on the stage, wearing a referee shirt. He has a mic in hand.

Junco Junky: Oh Keith, trust you to put your foot in your mouth like that. I am indeed the referee for this match and for good reason. I’ve been injected into this match so that the fans can get some enjoyment out of the borefest that you guys would have. Now, I know I should probably address some of the things you just said, but to be honest I can’t be fucked, so let’s just get on with the match.

Junco drops his mic and heads towards the ring. The two competitors get ready in the ring as Junco just enters. Junco calls for the bell as the other two walk up to each other.

*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH******
Trent Acid
vs.
Keith Williams
Written by Rage

The Baltimore Bruiser and the LA N4cer stand toe to toe in the centre of the ring, chests puffed up and glaring eyeballs burning into each other. Junco leans back against the turnbuckle and smiles as Williams starts talking trash to Acid. Trent continues to eyeball Keith, as he builds himself into a frenzy, spittle flying out of his mouth. Finally, with his body heaving, Keith looks at Trent for a reply. Trent looks down at his hand and balls it into a fist. He holds it up in front of Keith’s face and motions the fist to Keith with his other hand. He then releases his fist and holds up two fingers in Keith’s face and points to himself as his stone like face turns into a smile. Trent’s 2-0 up against Keith. Trent then shakes his head. “No. No.” Then with the smile quickly disappearing holds up three fingers in Keith’s face. Keith bats the hand away and lays a right on Trent’s jaw and we’re away.

The two men are standing toe to toe, trading blow for blow. Junco jumps to attention and gets in closer. Trent throws a right but Keith blocks it, returning a right of his own, knocking Trent’s head back. He follows it up with another and another. Keith then grabs Trent’s arm and Irish whips him into the ropes, with Junco just about jumping out of the way. On his return, Trent is met with a lightening quick Super-kick. Keith dives on top for the quick pin and win. Junco slides in to count. 1-2…Trent powers out, power lifting Keith off him. Keith quickly goes back on the attack, working on Trent’s body with vicious kicks to the chest. Trent’s body spasms with each blow. Keith then drops down and applies his arm across Trent’s throat. Junco slides in and tells Keith to break the choke. Keith just looks at him and smiles, while digging his elbow deeper into Trent’s throat. Junco begins to count. 1-2-3-4…Keith lifts his arm, breaking the count before reapplying the move. Junco counts again. 1-2-3-4… Keith lifts his arm once again before giving Junco the finger and reapplying the move. Junco counts again. 1-2-3-4 and before he can get to 5, he physically removes Keith’s arm and pushes it away. Keith stands up and squares up to Junco. Junco, refusing to back down, grabs his Referee shirt and gestures to Keith. Junco can be heard shouting “I’m the Ref. I’ll disqualify you, don’t think that I won’t and where will you be then?” Keith sneers at Junco and goes back to stomping at Trent’s torso. Keith pulls Trent up by the head and lets rip with a snap suplex. The ring shakes with the impact of the 316 pounder being dropped with force. Keith relentlessly is back on the attack. He holds up Trent’s right leg and starts kicking away at the hamstring. Followed by an elbow drop to the abdomen. And another. And another. Then he gets back up and starts attacking the leg again.

After the brutal assault on the hamstring, Keith looks up at the crowd and smiles. He then quickly locks in a text book perfect Indian Death Lock. Trent lets out a roar in pain, as Keith cranks up the pressure, bending Trent’s leg at an unnatural angle. The tighter Keith locks the hold, the more distressed Trent becomes. Trent fighting through the pain, looks at the ropes. With him dead centre in the ring, they may as well be a 100 miles away. Junco asks him if he wants to quit, but the Internet Champion won’t give up like this. He brings his hand down with force onto the mat. Slowly, with all his strength, Trent drags himself inch by inch towards the ropes. The fans are vocally encouraging him with each drag. Trent’s face is red with the effort, Keith cranks up the pressure but Trent, with the capacity crowd on his side, will not be denied. He reaches out his arm. He’s a fingertip away. Keith shakes his head furiously and turns on the pressure. But with one final lunge, Trent grabs the rope. Junco calls to Keith to break the hold, but he shakes his head furiously and tightens the hold. Trent, clutching onto the ropes for dear life, screams in agony. Junco begins the count 1-2-3-4- Junco rises up and breaks the hold himself. Keith jumps to his feet and squares up to Junco. Junco, not backing down, pushes himself into Keith and holds his stare. Keith looks away and goes back to the stricken Trent. He pulls Trent up to his feet and holds him up as Trent’s leg buckles underneath him. Keith hooks Trent’s arms and delivers a pounding Double Underhook Suplex. Trent arches his back in pain and Keith picks him up into a sitting position. While Trent sits there prone, Keith goes to corner. He holds up his hand and then runs towards Trent. Quick as a flash, he flips over Trent and delivers a mean looking Perfect snap. Trent’s body rocks back flat on the canvas, while Keith rolls up and heads to the turnbuckle. As he does, Trent begins to slowly get to his feet. As Keith stands tall on the top turnbuckle, Trent stands up dazed. Junco moves in to check if Trent can continue. Out of pure instinct, Trent pushes Junco away into the ropes. Junco hits the ropes. With the sudden movement hitting the side of the ring, Keith loses his footing and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. The crowd roar their approval as Trent fights through the injured leg and looks at a defenceless Keith with bad intentions. Junco admonishes Trent for his action, but Trent pushes him away and heads towards Keith. He climbs the turnbuckle and starts landing hard rights, dead centre on Keith’s temple. The crowd count every blow until Trent gets to 10. He hooks his arm over Keith’s neck and lifts him. Instead of superplexing him, Trent continues to hold him in the air. Trent stalls the superplex for 10 seconds before falling back and delivering the move. The echo of the slam on the ring echoes around the arena and the crowd goes wild at what they have just seen. Junco holds both hands up to the back of his neck and looks shocked. He snaps out of it and begins to count. He gets to 5 before Trent gets to his feet, still feeling the effects of the battering to his leg. He picks up Keith who is swaying on his feet. Trent sets him up for a powerbomb, but holds Keith up and turns towards the turnbuckle then releases. Keith hits the turnbuckle violently and hits the floor hard.

The crowd are in a frenzy at this point and a small “Trent” chant starts, soon growing in size and within seconds covering the whole arena. Trent looks at the crowd with approval before turning his attention back to Keith. Trent climbs the turnbuckle and wasting no time, lands a legdrop from the top rope onto Keith’s still body. Trent goes for the cover. Junco slides in for the count. 1-2…Keith gets a shoulder up. Trent looks pissed as he looks at Junco’s two fingers. But he goes straight back to Keith. He picks him back up and Irish Whips him with force. Keith hits the rope but with his momentum, he hits the ropes and goes over, hitting the floor on the outside, hard. Trent slides out of the ring as Junco begins the count. Trent brings Keith to his feet, holds him steady then Irish Whips him again. This time into the steel steps. Keith hits the steps knee first and goes flying over. Junco reaches the count of 9 before climbing out of the ring. He walks up to the ring announcer and whispers something. The ring announcer nods his head and picks up the microphone.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has ordered that this match will be no count out!

The crowd cheer at the announcement as Junco heads over to check on Keith as Trent looms large over the pair. Keith begins to stir but before he can do anything, Trent has his hands on Keith’s head and slowly pulls him to his feet. He walks Keith over to the Announcer’s table and slams his head onto it. Keith’s head snaps back from the force. Trent, not letting up, grabs him and throws him onto the table. While Keith lies prone, Trent removes the monitors and throws them with abandon. One nearly hitting Junco, who isn’t best pleased. Trent ignores Junco’s protestations and climbs the table. He looks down at Keith and then looks up at the crowd. They know what’s coming next. And sure enough, Trent signals for the Cop Killer. He picks Keith up and gets him into position, but Keith, finding something from deep down, tries to fight out with everything he’s got. Trent tries to subdue Keith with blows to the head but Keith delivers a kick to Trent’s groin. Trent lets out a yelp and grabs himself but before he can fall to his knees, Keith quickly grabs him and snap suplexes Trent onto and through the neighbouring table. A “Holy Shit!” chant erupts through the crowd.

Junco checks how both men are doing and deems them okay, given the circumstances. Both men begin to stir and slowly begin to get to their feet. Keith gets to his first and moves towards Trent. As he grabs hold of Trent’s head, Trent unleashes a punch to Keith’s chest. Keith doubles over, winded as Trent grabs hold of Keith and throws him back into the ring. Trent takes a few seconds to gather his bearings before he starts looking under the ring. He pulls a chair out to the crowd’s approval. Junco tries to pull it away from Trent, but he gets pushed away for his troubles. Trent turns to Junco and can be heard saying “Go on. DQ me. I keep the belt and once I’m through with him, your ass is next!” Junco turns away to the ring announcer and whispers something to him, as Trent eyes them both suspiciously. Once again, the ring announcer nods his head and picks up his mic.

Ring Announcer: The referee has ordered this match to be No Disqualification.

Trent smiles at Junco and slides into the ring, chair in hand. As he does this, Junco starts throwing all kinds of objects into the ring. Chairs, steps, a ladder, a fire extinguisher. They all sail into the ring and bounce off the apron. Trent looks at Junco confused, who holds his arms out and says “You want No DQ? You got it! Kill each other for all I care!” Trent nods his head but while he’s been distracted Keith has rose to his feet. Trent turns around, chair in hand and Keith beckons him forward. Trent runs at Keith, chair at the ready but Keith pulls back slightly and delivers another Superkick onto the chair, which smacks Trent in the face, with force. Trent falls to the floor, clutching his face, as Keith uses up what energy he has to make the cover. Junco slides into the ring and makes the count 1-2—Trent gets a shoulder up. Keith arises, with his pectoral muscle smeared with the blood gushing from Trent’s forehead. Keith looks dismayed. Two superkicks and he can’t seem to keep Trent down. He scans around the ring, looking at the makeshift weapons Junco has given them both. He grabs the nearest, a chair, and sets himself up ready for Trent to get to his feet. Trent, slowly gets to his feet in the middle of the ring, as Keith runs at him, chair held aloft. As Keith uses all his strength in the swing, Trent ducks and the chair hits Junco full force in the face. Junco falls to the floor, hands to his face. Keith, still holding the chair, can’t believe what he’s done as he looks on at Junco. Behind him, Trent gets up onto his feet and stands directly behind Keith. Before he realizes, Trent whips Keith around and sets him up for the Acid Bomb. He looks around and walks with Keith held high, towards the ladder. Very deliberately but with purpose, Trent delivers his patented finisher on Keith, face first onto the ladder. This match is over. Keith is well and truly busted open. Trent pushes the ladder out of the way and covers Keith for the pin. There’s no count. Trent looks over to Junco lying on the canvas. The Special Ref is down. For what seems like an eternity, another ref slides into the ring and begins the count. 1-2---Keith gets a shoulder up. Trent can’t believe it. The ref can’t believe it. Trent wipes the blood from his face and picks Keith up for another Acid Bomb. But Keith flails about in Trent’s grasp and slides out of it. Trent turns around and is met with another blistering Superkick. Keith, exhausted falls on top of Trent. The ref begins the count 1-2---Junco breaks the count. Junco elbow drops the replacement referee and throws him out of the ring. Keith looks at Junco furiously and weakly gets to his feet. Junco picks up a chair and gestures to his own face “Look what you did!” he screams at Keith, as he uses the ref shirt to get the blood out of his eyes. His shirt now looks like a nun in a blender. As the bloodied men argue, Trent, still dazed, gets to his feet. His eyes glazed over. The argument between Junco and Keith begins gets heated. Both men begin pushing each other, until Keith rears back and lets fly with a hard slap to Junco’s face. Junco, looking pissed, turns away slightly. He looks at Keith, then goes to hit Keith in the face with the chair. Keith sees it coming and falls to the floor to avoid it. The chair hits Trent in the face. Trent falls to the floor. Junco lets out a cry of despair. Keith, ever the opportunist, quickly picks Trent back to his feet and unleashes his finisher, the Perfect Plex. Junco looks on. Utters a “Shit!” and slides in for the count 1-2--------3!

Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match by pinfall, and NEW P2PW Internet Champion! Keith Williams!

The ring announcer slides the title belt into the ring for Keith, who clenches his fists in triumps while kneeling on the mat. Junco quickly turns his attention to the belt. The ref quickly snatches it and stares into it. Seeing this, Keith gets up and confronts Junco. Keith tears the belt away from him and stares Junco down. The ref breaks the staredown, backing away. Keith goes over to each turnbuckle and raises the belt in triumph. Once he gets down from the last one, he turns around to see a steel chair coming right for him. However, Keith ducks and nails a superkick on the steel chair which rebounds right into the face of the man holding it. Keith drops down and picks up his title belt which he had dropped in the exchange. He lifts it up as he looks down on the fallen Junco. The champ slides out of the ring and then exits the arena to a good ovation.

Back in the ring Trent and Junco come to. The two of them are both dazed by each of their chair shots. Finally Trent realizes what Junco did to him, in costing him the Internet Title. Junco, knowing what Trent has in mind runs at him and goes for a clothesline but Trent kicks him in the gut and lifts him up into the reverse Razor’s Edge position. The crowd cheer as Trent screams “ACID BOMB!” In one smooth motion, Trent nails his finishing maneuver, laying out Junco. The former champs gets up and looks down on Junco as TNT goes to backstage.



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We are taken backstage, all the way to the car park, where there is a lot of commotion. Officials, refs and backstage workers are all crowded around something, in a complete circle. People are screaming and panicking, when some EMTs eventually make their way through the crowd and get to the middle. The camera follows them in order to find out what exactly has happened. Once the cameraman squeezes through the people, it’s apparent that someone is lying down, not moving at all. Blood can be seen, stained on the ground. The victim’s leg has been mangled and his arm looks to be broken. Whoever attacked this person is one vicious son of a bitch. The cameraman struggles to get a view of the person’s face until someone starts to shout out instructions.

Official: Alright, everybody back off, back off. Give the guy some space, he needs to breath.

Very few people move away. They all seem to be dumb as shit.

Official: What the hell, people? Move the fuck away from him. NOW!

At last the crowd moves away, letting the person get some air. Only a few EMTs kneel by him, to make sure he’s doing okay or at least as well as he could be doing. Finally, the cameraman can reveal who exactly the person is. He zooms in, panning up his body. The face is red, but it is fresh blood, so the attack must have happened just a little while ago. The EMTs dab away at his face, soaking up the blood. That’s all they seem to be able to do at this point. They move away and show the world that the man who’s just been beaten to a pulp is Stevo316. His eyelids are shut and his hair takes the colour of his blood. Who could have done this to Stevo316 and why?

Official: Alright, make way. The ambulance has just arrived.

The sounds of the siren are apparent, as the ambulance comes driving in. They reverse towards Stevo316, so that it is easier for them to get him into the back. Quickly, the staff jump out of the ambulance. Two of them rush to help Stevo, putting a neck brace on him and quickly wrapping up his leg and arm. A third person opens up the back of the ambulance and pulls out a stretcher. The person takes it to the side of Stevo and lowers it down to his level. While they go about preparing him to put on the stretcher, another TNT star walks onto the scene. A cocky Snake ambles towards the crowd and then forcefully makes his way to the front. A few officials are acting as barriers, to prevent too many people from coming too close. Snake pushes them aside, including pushing one woman to the floor. He looks down on her and simply laughs. He goes right up to Stevo, standing over him and the EMTs.

Snake: What do we have here? Looks like someone messed with the wrong person.

A few officials look over at Snake, as if he knows something. Snake puts his arms in the air, gesturing that he’s innocent.

Snake: Hey, don’t look at me like that. I’ve been inside all this time. I didn’t do shit. The fucker probably just slipped anyway. Knowing his level of talent, I wouldn’t put it past him.

The EMTs place Stevo on the stretcher and lift it up. They wheel it over to the ambulance, all the while Snake follows them, trash talking Stevo.

Snake: You’re faking this shit, aren’t you Stevo. It’s obvious. Just get up you dumb fuck. You’re not fooling anyone.

They lift the stretcher up and maneuver it into the ambulance.

Snake: When you get to the hospital, Stevo, that metal pan that’ll be around your bed is for pissing in, not for eating out of. I know it sounds pretty obvious to everyone else, but for someone who just slipped and almost killed themselves, it needs to be spelled out.

The EMTs slam the door shut and get in to the ambulance. They soon drive off, and the camera focuses on Snake.

Snake: Don’t forget to write!

The smug Snake turns around to see a gob smacked Fizz standing right beside him.

Snake: And what can I do for you? You just missed Stevo. Won’t be seeing him for a while. Good riddance, I say.

With that said, The Fizz cocks her arm back and slaps Snake right around the face. She walks off as Snake holds his face, fuming, as we go to commercial.

[Aladdin]

We come back from commercial to see an upset Micko walking from what looks like the car park in the direction of his office. The man looks damn near unapproachable, pissed off as hell. Some people walk up to him, but once they get a glimpse of his face, they back off. Micko turns a corner but suddenly stops in his tracks. Something obviously got in his way. The camera pans around to show an also less than stellar Stare, standing right in front of him with Summer Anneslay to the side of him, trying to get an interview. Stare brushes off Summer, focusing on Micko.

Micko: Out of my way, Stare.

Micko looks coldly into the eyes of Stare, waiting for him to move, but the new TNT star stands his ground. Not bothered to wait around, Micko tries to go to the left of Stare, he tries to go to the right of Stare, but each time Stare blocks his way. Micko is getting more and more pissed.

Micko: Get of my way, Stare. I’ve got to file a report on this incident with Stevo and I’ve got to do before the end of tonight. I’m not playing games.

Stare: Actually, Micko, that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re playing games with my career. You’re fucking around with me for your own pleasure.

Micko seemingly composes himself.

Micko: So you’re still not over that then.

Stare: It’s been half a fucking day.

Micko: So, we’re a slow healer then.

Stare, who was getting fired up, takes a step back and calms himself down.

Stare: Look Micko, I’m not going to stand here and shout because I know you’ve obviously got a lot of work to do and you’re feeling stressed out, so let’s just talk like civilized men.

Micko cocks an eyebrow and smiles sarcastically.

Micko: Ha! I expected you to do stuff like that. I know you too well, son, don’t try your little tricks with me. I know you don’t give a shit about me. Don’t fuck with me.

Stare: Fine then. I’ll be straight. I’m fucking sick of you already. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing. You put me in a match with The Fizz? With the fucking Fizz. I’m a two time World Champion. I’m a former owner and GM of this company. I deserve more respect than that.

Micko: What’s wrong with The Fizz? Why do you have to talk down to her? For all you know, she could be the greatest kept secret on TNT. Whoever said anything bad about her?

Stare: You called her the bottom of the fucking ladder.

Micko looks some what embarrassed as he eats his own words.

Micko: Well………….I was drunk when I said that. But the bottom line is that you’re not getting an title opportunities or anything until you show some balls.

Stare: Okay, you want me to show some balls. Fine. I’m laying out a challenge to E2 to face me at WF3 for the P2PW Title.

Micko shakes his head.

Micko: You just don’t get it. The only reason you challenged E2 is because there’s something in it for you and he isn’t out to kill you. Well, he probably is, but not as much as Aladdin.

Stare: Well, there’s something in it for me against Aladdin too, but I just don’t want what he’s offering.

Micko: Exactly. You don’t want what he’s got, so why not face him for the hell of it?

Stare: ………

Micko: I’ll tell you why. It’s because you’re too afraid to face him because you screwed him over at Sole Survivor and you know that he will kill you when he gets his chance. So, until you accept Aladdin’s challenge, you will continue to have to work your way up the card. Anything to say?

Stare looks like a little child who has been told that he can’t have anymore candy.

Stare: Micko, just like you know me, I know you. I can get under your skin and manipulate you all I want. Don’t forget that.

Micko looks unimpressed.

Micko: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Micko has grown bored of this conversation and pushes Stare to the side, so that he can walk by. Micko walks off towards his office as Stare watches him leave, annoyed. Summer, who is still there, approaches Stare.

Summer: Errrr…….Stare, any chance of that interview I asked for before?

Stare looks down at Summer and then shakes his head. Summer smiles in a ditzy way. Stare throws his hands up in the air and then let’s them drop, as he just looks like he’s given up.

Stare: Sure, why not? Micko’s probably going to take away my promo time next week anyway.

Summer: Great! So, do you want to start off telling us about this whole situation with Micko?

Stare: It’s simple really. Micko is out to get me, pure and simple. He doesn’t know how to run a company. He’s a working class british son of a bitch. I know they let just about anyone into high positions over there, just look at their prime minister, but here in the good ol’ US of A, you need a bit of intellect to be in charge of big companies. See, Micko is abusing his power simply because he can. I didn’t do a damn thing to the guy. He’s probably just upset that I’ve accomplished things in the thing I’m most talented at where as he didn’t amount to anything more than a tag champion, and a crap one at that. He’s just sour that his friend, Shinn’s Theory, couldn’t take the pressure of this company and just up and left, citing me as the reason. Fuck him. He’s done nothing for this company, and he never will do. He will never live up to the standard I set. The best thing he could do is appoint me commissioner of P2PW and let me take it to new levels. But, he’s too thick to understand that. He’s the Dixie Carter to my Vince MchMahon. Well, he had better know that I’m going to continue to piss him off until he either gives me back some power or sends me to Blitz and away from him.

Summer: About that, any regrets about leaving Blitz? Any ambitions for your time on TNT?

Stare: Regrets? What do you think? It’s not like I voluntarily jumped to TNT. Let’s see, I regret giving the GM position to Barry. I regret not kicking that faggot’s ass. I regret hiring him at all. I regret not firing Cactus while I had the power. And, I regret not being on the same show as Reaper. It sucks not having around. If he was here, we would run this show with an iron fist but he’s on Blitz. But it doesn’t matter. Instead of just ruling Blitz, together we will rule P2PW. Reaper will win the World Title at WrestleFever 3 and I will win the P2PW Title. We’ll have the top two titles in the company and we will have all the power. In some ways, this move to TNT is a good thing. I suppose that answers the ambitions question.

Summer: It sure does. So, what do you think of Fizz? She doesn’t seem to think much of you.

Stare: And how do you know that?

Summer: She said so in her promo.

Stare: She can promo? Last time I bothered watching one of her promos it sounded a bit like this: “I Fizz. I like wrestle. I want move TNT coz Blitz no like me. Jenson Button nice.” That slag can’t talk for shit. Seriously, have you heard her? It sounds like she just got out of first grade or something, but even they don’t forget words that often. Christ, she’s so dumb that it’s frustrating hence why I ceased to care of her existence. But of course, now I’ve got to get into the ring with this neanderthal. Micko wasn’t lying when he said bottom of the ladder. Just shoot me. Shoot me now.

Stare bows his head, still upset about his demotion down the card.

Summer: Alright, I can see you’re upset so I have one final question for you. Why don’t you just accept Aladdin’s challenge?

Stare looks at Summer as if she’s crazy.

Stare: I have to go……

With that said Stare walks off without looking back, leaving Summer high and dry. Suddenly Stare stops and turns around. Summer looks at him, hoping that he’ll come back to finish off the interview. Stare does exactly what she wants. He walks back. Summer puts the mic to his mouth while Stare has a look on his face as if he just thought of something.

Stare: Vegeta is at home, nursing some injuries isn’t he?

Summer: That’s true. Why?

Stare: Well, did anyone notice how before his match there wasn’t anyone around him, apart from one person. One second we see him talking to Aladdin, and then about a minute later he’s crawling to the rig a bloody mess.

Summer: What are you implying?

Stare: I’m just saying that Aladdin was the last person around Vegeta before he was attacked. Take whatever you want from that. Those are the facts. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a match.

Stare walks off in the direction of the arena, as Summer stands where she is, thinking about what Stare just said as we fade to black.



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WE FADE UP FROM BLACK to see that SickFixx has grabbed a jacket, along with his car keys and is swiftly heading for the parking lot. The point of view is from behind him, and we follow Fixx as he continuously looks over his shoulder, continually looks for the giant who is giving chase. Fixx rounds a corner and makes his way through a set of double doors. John McKay is waiting, with a cameraman and a microphone.

John McKay: “SickFixx! SickFixx! Why are you running away?! I mean, you’ve called E2 out for months now! Not only is he answering your call, but he’s put the P2PW title on the line as well! What gives?”

SickFixx: “Out of my way, McKay!”

SickFixx continues to run and finally makes his way toward a beat up, shit brown Datsun that looks straight out of the 70’s. The camera cuts over to the other end of the parking lot, to the set of double doors. E2 comes busting through, looking for his opponent. McKay and his cameraman see the angry champion and begin to back away.

E2: “’The fuck did he go, McKay?”

But before McKay can answer, E2 hears the sound of a car starting several kilometers from where he’s standing. The lights on the shit brown Datsun light up and SickFixx reverses out of his spot and heads for the main road.

E2: “Naw nigga! You ain’t getting’ away that easily!”

E2, realizing his SUV is in another lot, smashes the driver’s side window of a navy blue, Nissan Maxima. The alarm begins to sound but E2 opens the door, jumps in, and immediately rips the covering off of the back of the steering wheel, revealing a plethora of multi-colored wires.

A close up of his huge hands finds that E2 has found a red wire and using his teeth, strips the plastic covering off of it. He then digs around and comes across a yellow wire and strips that as well. Upon putting the two wires together, the car alarm ceases to sound and the car starts. Hot wire, motherbitches!

E2: “Now, let’s do dis!”

Cut back to the interior of SickFixx’s car and from his point of view, we can see that his tank is on empty. Luckily, there is a MOBILE gas station up the road from the Toyota Center. Maybe he can pull in, swipe his credit card, and get a few gallons to carry him to the next township. As the shit brown Datsun pulls up to the pump, SickFixx learns the hard way that the state of Texas requires the gas attendant to do all the filling.

SickFixx: “Twenty on pump three please!”

Station attendant: "Yes, sir."

The attendant immediate takes Fixx's credit card, slides it through the Visa receptor, and processed to pump the gas. Fixx repeatedly check his rear view for any set of headlights that are approaching, or a nigger crazy enough to give chase by foot.

SMASH!!! The car E2 is driving rear ends the beat up, shit brown Datsun and Fixx's head whips forward and then back upon impact. SMASH!!!! The driver's side window is busted by a massive hand--E2's hand; and the champion proceeds to grab Fixx's head and ram his face into the steering wheel.

HONK! HONK! HONK! goes the car as SickFixx's think, melon head is repeatedly rammed into the steering wheel. HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! and Fixx has been busted open. E2 gives SickFixx about three seconds to breathe, and the spineless competitor manages to crawl out of the passenger side door leaving a trail of fresh blood behind him.

E2: "Naw nigga! This ain't finished yet!"

E2 once again begins to give chase to a terrified SickFixx who has abandoned his car altogether and seems to beheading for a line of lights across a field, nearly a mile away. Upon further investigation, it looks as if it's some sort of strip mall, or plaza. Fixx's smaller stature allows him to outrun E2, but all the champion does and looks down and begins to follow the trail of blood as we......CUT TO COMMERCIAL

[Aladdin]

We go to ringside to see The Fizz already in the ring, read to go with her music still playing. She does her warm ups waiting for Stare. “Rebirthing” hits and the former two-time world champion comes walking out from behind the curtain. He slowly, cockily makes his way to the ring, seemingly having shaken off all his anger. He doesn’t seem to be worried in the slightest. He slides into the ring and goes over to the corner, walking right past Fizz as the ref calls for the bell.

******SINGLES MATCH******
The Fizz
vs.
Stare
Written by Aladdin

Stare leans against the turnbuckle in the corner, not too worried at all. The Fizz, on the other hand, has her game face on, knowing that this is going to be the toughest match of her career so far. The ref signals for them to lock up, but Stare cockily waits in the corner, taking his time. He yawns and then slowly straightens up. He leans back, stretching and then loosens his neck. Fizz, getting some what annoyed, waits for Stare. Finally Stare gestures for Fizz to come forward with his finger. Reluctantly she does. Stare, with a smile on his face showing that he’s not taking this seriously, puts his arm high in the air, suggesting that he wants a test of strength. Fizz, cautiously, moves her arm up towards his hand. Suddenly Stare jerks forward and shouts “Boo” right in Fizz’s face. Shocked Fizz is taken back as Stare can’t help but laugh. Some of the crowd laugh along with him, but the female fans show their disgust for him. Embarrassed, Fizz gets up and goes right back to Stare, who once again puts his hand up for a test of strength. Fizz once again abides and raises his hand. This time Stare goes with it and the two lock hands. Quickly Stare puts his hand up, but Fizz takes a while to lock up. As soon as she does, Stare shows his superior power by forcing her arms down and twisting her hands around. Fizz is screaming in pain, as Stare is simply bullying her. The people in the crowd are in disgust of Stare as the guy obviously doesn’t know how to treat a woman. He lifts Fizz up by her arms, really causing her some intense pain. He uses his strength to throw her across the ring to the mat.

Her face shows how much pain she was just in, but Stare doesn’t care one bit. He pretends to apologize and then tells her to come over so that they can lock up in the middle. Fizz, not having any other real choice, does so. The two lock up but Stare quickly gets the advantage without much hassle. He gets her in a headlock and really applies the pressure. Fizz quickly tries to counter running the two of them into ropes. Stare springs off, releasing her and running across to the other side. Fizz drops flat on the floor in the centre of the ring. Stare jumps over her and springs off the ropes again. Fizz gets up, but Stare overpowers her shoulder tackling her to the floor. Stare looks over her and laughs. He quickly lifts her up by the neck and irish whips her into the corner. He goes running at her. Fizz moves out of the way and Stare’s sternum makes contact with the turnbuckle. Stare rebounds and Fizz catches him. She goes for a back suplex, but Stare manages to reverse it, landing on his feet. Annoyed he grabs Fizz by her neck and her tights and throws her shoulder first into the ring post. Stare catches his breath from his failed corner clothesline and regains his composure. He walks up to her from behind so that the two are in a bit of a provocative position. He looks out to the crowd and smiles so that they know exactly what he is thinking. When Fizz finally realizes what’s going on, she moves out of the way angrily, feeling humiliated. Pissed off she runs at Stare but he catches her and puts her in a standing abdominal stretch. Fizz cries in agony as Stare applies more pressure. Stare positions her so that her ass is sticking out and then repeatedly spanks her. The crowd boo him so much but Fizz is unable to do anything as Stare has her trapped. Finally Stare releases her. Fizz has gone red in the face. She seems to have had enough. She gets up and walk right up to Stare who is still not too bothered by the match. Out of nowhere, Fizz spits in Stare’s face. Stare can’t believe what just happened as the crowd are totally supportive of Fizz, cheering. Stare looks enraged and paces towards her. Just as he gets right in her face she cocks her arm back and slaps him right around the face. The crowd cheer even louder. Stare can’t believe it. He turns back around but as soon as he does he’s met with rights and lefts from Fizz who is taking out here frustrations on him.

Fizz backs Stare in against the ropes and then irish whips him to the opposite side. He meets him in the middle with a dropkick. Stare pops right back up and is met with a side heel kick. He falls to the floor and Fizz bounces off the ropes and nails a big flipping senton. Stare gets up in the corner but as soon as he does he’s met with a running knee into the chest. He falls to the floor and gets a knee to the face. Fizz picks Stare up and sits herself on top of the turnbuckle. She keeps a hold of Stare’s head and goes for a tornado DDT. She spins off the turnbuckle and goes for the moves, but Stare pushes her off of him. She lands on her feet, and Stare goes for a clothesline. Fizz ducks the move and nails a reverse DDT on to her knee, stunning Stare. She climbs the ropes to the top and signals for a senton bomb. She jumps off the top rope but just as she does, Stare gets up, grabs her in mid-air and nails a sick powerslam, to the amazement of the crowd. Just like that Stare has killed her momentum. He goes for the cover……..1…………2………..but Fizz manages to kick out some how. Stare can’t believe it, pissed off that it’s taking him this long to beat her. He lifts her up and nails a brainbuster. Having had enough, Stare signals to the crowd that he’s going to end this match. He goes over to the corner and starts to bounce his foot up and down, signaling he’s going for the superkick. Fizz slowly gets up and Stare runs at her. He goes for the kick but Fizz catches his leg and throws it away. Stare spins around and Fizz catches him on the way back with an RKO which she likes to call The Fizz Pop. The Fizz goes for the cover…………..1……………2…………but Stare kicks out. Fizz can’t believe as it may have been her last chance.

The two of them are slow to get up but do so at the same time. Fizz runs at Stare and goes for a clothesline but Stare ducks and Fizz bounces off the other ropes. Out of nowhere a dazed Stare nails Fizz with the superkick, which he calls the StareShot. He drops down and goes for the cover…………..1…………..2…………..but Stare pulls Fizz’s shoulders off the mat. The ref looks at him as if he’s crazy. Stare has a sadistic, pissed off looked on his face. He screams out “Floored” his Lion Tamer finisher.

He grabs Fizz’s legs and is about to turn her around into his version of the boston crab when all of a sudden “What You Know” hits the PA system and the crowds jump off their feet. Stare is totally shocked as he anticipates the person who is about to come out. He lets go of Fizz’s legs and stands up straight. After about half a minute, no-one comes out. Stare acts as if he knows that no-one is going to come and he acts all tough, when the crowd erupt as Aladdin walks out from behind the curtain. He starts to walk down the aisle pointing and laughing at Stare, who seems to be really upset by Aladdin’s taunts. Aladdin goes over to one of the fans on the side ramp and starts to talk to him. The two talk to each other as if they’re old friends, but soon they start bursting into laughter and start pointing at Stare. Soon most of the crowd can’t help but do the same. Stare can’t take it and starts shouting at them. He points his aggression towards Aladdin, who has a mic tucked into his trousers. Stare starts throwing insults towards Aladdin, which prompts the Rage Champion to walk all the way down to the ring. He jumps up onto the apron and continues to laugh at Stare. Stare keeps his distance, knowing what he did at Sole Survivor. The ref goes up to Aladdin and tries to get him to leave but Aladdin refuses to. With the ref focused on getting rid of Aladdin, and Stare carefully monitoring the situation, The Fizz quietly goes up behind Stare. She low blows Stare and then quickly rolls him up. Aladdin jumps down off the apron and the ref sees that Fizz has Stare’s shoulders on the mat. He goes to make the count…………1…………..2………..3! Fizz has just beaten Stare!

Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, The Fizz!

The crowd cheer Fizz on as she has just pulled off a monumental upset. Can you believe it? Fizz has just beaten a former two time World Champion. The ref quickly raises Fizz’s arms, but she has no time to celebrate her win as Stare is quick to his feet and is angry as hell. He runs the ref and Fizz off, but nothing can save him from the humiliation he just suffered. As Fizz runs off, happy as ever, through the crowd, Stare throws a tantrum in the ring. Aladdin can’t help but laugh. Stare sees him and walks over to him as if he’s about to start a fight. Aladdin sees this, and seeing as he’s not one to back down from a fight, slides into the ring ready to go. As soon as Aladdin does that, Stare stops in his tracks and falls back. He crawls to the other side of the ring and then slides out. He grabs a mic and then cautiously walks back in.

Stare: What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Aladdin raises a mic to his mouth.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know full well what I’m doing. But since you got your ass beat, and your head probably got knocked around a few times, I’ll tell you. I’m out here to fuck with you head. I came out to make sure you lost.

Stare: What the hell? You think that’s funny?

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Yup. But, most of all I’m doing it because you made me lose a match, so I’m repaying the favor. But this match alone doesn’t make us even. You’ve going to be seeing a lot of me.

Stare:For fuck’s sake. What’s it going to take to get rid of you?

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know the answer to that too. A match with you. And because I’m so nice, I’ll put my title on the line.

Stare is red in the face as he doesn’t want to accept but he hates that his matches are going to be fucked around with. He doesn’t know what to say so he just drops his mic and exits the ring through the crowd. Aladdin goes right up to the ropes and watches Stare leave, shaking his head. The crowd start to make some noise for some reason. Aladdin notices and turns around only to get a superkick from Red Ninja. Ninja, who had creeped up behind Aladdin, starts to shout at him. “Don’t forget about me. Never forget about me!” Ninja picks up Aladdin and throws him to the outside. He throws rights and lefts to the head of Aladdin and then irish whips him into the steel steps. Aladdin writhes in pain after the move as his head smashed into the corner of the steps. Ninja sees that Aladdin is hold onto his head and positions his head on top the steel steps. Ninja jumps onto the ring apron and then runs towards Aladdin. He jumps up and drops the knee onto the head of Aladdin, in a vicious move. Ninja looks down on Aladdin, who is in a lot pain, as we fade to black.



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Model #1: “Are they too big? People have been telling me that they are too big. Are they too big?”

Model #2: “No girl, you’re just being paranoid. They are just fine they way they are.”

We find ourselves on the interior of a Victoria’s Secret outlet where various women from all different backgrounds are shopping for sext nightgowns and other lingerie. Some, like Model #1 above, are even bold enough to try on their new gear right out in the open. CLING! CLING! CLING! goes the bell on the front door, indicating that a new patron has walked in looking to make a purchase.

Ladies in Unison: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! PERVERT! AHHHHHHH!”

All the women who are half-clothed quickly cover themselves, grab their belongings and head for a place to hide. Some of the women begin throwing clothing and other small objects at SickFixx, who has burst through the door, looking for a place to hide.

Ladies in Unison: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! PERVERT! AHHHHHHH! SOMEBODY HELP US!!!”

SickFixx runs through the aisles, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Finally, he makes his way to the back of the store and into a room where there are several fitting stalls; the coward finds an empty one and sneaks in.

CUT TO THE OUTSIDE where we see E2, with his bare chest exposed to the cold winter air, walking the strip mall, trying to figure out which store SickFixx may be hiding. E2 walks by a MEN’S WAREHOUSE outlet; but the floor is clear and we all know that SickFixx is a boy, not a man, so suits and ties are not his thing.

The next store E2 passes is not a store at all, but a deli—a deli that sells beer. The p2pw champion cannot help but walk in through the door. The place is relatively empty, save for a short, stocky wetback mopping the floor and singing something to himself in Spanish. The other nigger in the place is the store clerk, a chubby white guy in his mid forties who’s balding badly, like George Costanza. When he spots a shirtless E2 marching into his deli, all the misconceptions come to his mind.

The Balding Clerk: “Take all the money, take it all! Just don’t hurt us!”

E2: “Nigga, I ain’t here to rob you, just gimme a 40 of Colt 45, one from the back to make sure it’s cold.”

Without hesitating, the clerk spins around, grabs the cold beer and puts it into a brown paper bag of the same size. He places the beer in front of E2 and bends his head down to ring it up on the cash register. When he looks up, both the beer and the man, are gone, what remains on the counter in front of him is a $5 bill. CUT TO THE OUTSIDE where we see E2 guzzling the 40 down. GULP, GULP, GULP, GULP, and just like that, the beer is gone.

E2: “BUUURRAAAAAP!!!!! ‘the fuck did you come from?!”

The champ turns his attention to the referee in the black and white stripped shirt who has managed to catch up to him. The ref looks terrified.

E2: “Nevermind, just come on!”

A red-eyed and drunken E2 continues to give chase, with the referee following, though at a respectable distance. E2 passes an Apple iPod store, an abandoned pet shop and finally comes across the Victoria’s Secret.

And judging by the way all the women are scattering for cover, judging by the frightened looks on their faces, E2 can tell that someone who shouldn’t be in there is indeed on the inside. E2 walks through the door.

E2: “Everything all right in here? Everything okay?”

Several of the models shake their heads in unison. E2 politely asks if they have seen a man matching SickFixx’s description, and without hesitation, all the models point to the fitting room area. A demonic smile spreads across E2’s face and he makes his way toward that area.

Feet. Yes, feet. That’s what E2 sees when he bends down to the floor and looks under the aisle of fitting room stalls. A pair of feet that are too big to be women’s feet are in the last stall on the right side. E2 wastes no time and here comes the ref once and for all.

From the point of view of the women who are still on the store floor, all we hear is a man screaming for his life followed by a sound of wood being smashed and what also sounds like bones cracking. More smashing and banging, cracking and graphic clawing until all comes to a dead silence.

Out from the back comes E2, who is dragging a lifeless SickFixx by his hair. The champion drags the carcass through the store and when they arrive to the front door, E2 picks Fixx up and throws him through the store front window.

SickFixx’s body goes through and bounces off the sidewalk. For a minute there, it looks as if the producers replaced Fixx’s body with a stunt double—a rubber doll to be exact. Because the way the body hit the pavement and bounced around, it looked as if it was made from rubber or something.

E2 comes through the glass and the ref follows. He goes to cover Fixx but the man, bloodied even more, manages to get up and keep running. E2 is mad now, but doubles back into the shop to check on the ladies.

E2: "Sorry about the mess, I'll send a check to cover everything! And by the way, nice bra!"

E2 turns around and SickFixx is nowhere in sight. The One Man Killing Machine looks up to spot a green dumpster at the other end of the parking lot and decides to take a closer look to see if Fixx is hiding. E2 appraoches and looks into the dumpster to see if his nemesis is there and low and behold, inside the dumpster is Terrell Odom, half naked with a crackpipe in his hand and clothing made out of rumpled newspaper.

Frustrated, E2 turns and looks around and inspects the area, like a mountain lion would inspect an area where deer roam freely. Upon looking down on the ground, E2 sees a trail of blood that can only belong to one man. The trail goes off back in the direction of the gas station and the area; E2 follows AS WE CUT TO COMMERCIAL.

[Aladdin]

We are taken to a room in the back with our first shot of a bright, colourful flower. We zoom out to see the flower coming from a huge fancy vase. The camera starts to pan around to show a whole bunch of plants and flowers arranged all around the room. We’ve seen this room before but not for a while. Finally the camera shows us a couple of leather sofas, with Summer Anneslay sitting on one. Smiling in the camera, she starts to talk.

Summer: Hey there everybody. I hope you’re having a great night.

Summer leans forward showing off her cleavage for the world to see.

Summer: I’m here today to re-introduce to you a segment that I presented to you before Sole Survivor, when management at that time decided to cancel the show. But, thankfully, the old management is back and they think this show was a great addition to TNT. So, without further ado, I’d like to welcome everyone back to SUMMER TIME!

Summer: Now, this week’s episode is going to be a bit different. At Payback one superstar was brutally attacked by an unknown assailant just before what was billed as his farewell match. Tonight, I’m going to show you footage of my interview with Vegeta, at his place in London, England, a day after he was discharged from the hospital. So without further ado, I give to you Summer Time with “The Tiger” Vegeta.

With that said we fade to black. We fade back up from black to a shot of Summer, wearing different clothes, sitting opposite Vegeta who is heavily bandaged around his head and is wearing a neck brace. His arm is in a cast and he has severe bruising around his face. We join them with Summer just asking her first question.

Summer: So first up, I’ve got to ask you how you’re feeling?

Vegeta: How am I feeling? Are you serious, Summer? Look at me. How do you think I feel? My face is purple, I’ve got a twenty stitches in my forehead, I’ve got two fractured ribs, torn ligaments in my knee and my forearm has been broken. I think it’s fair to say that I’m feeling pretty damn shitty, Summer. Oh, and I have to wear this neck brace as a precaution. Does that answer your question?

Summer nods hesitantly, and then whispers to herself.

Summer: Jeez, didn’t have to be do rude.

Vegeta leans forwards and has a look on his face as if he just heard what Summer just said.

Vegeta: Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?

Summer: Errrrmmmm……..

Summer looks nervous and doesn’t know what to say.

Vegeta: Do you think for a fucking second that I give a shit that I’m being ru……

Vegeta stops himself before he finishes that last word. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before sighing. He opens his eyes and seems quite a bit calmer.

Vegeta: Look Summer, I’m sorry for being rude and for having a go at you. It’s just, I’m so damn frustrated.

Summer: Care to elaborate?

Vegeta: Well, just think about it. The show before Payback, I was granted one more match, a farewell match after I had already officially finished with the company. Micko took away a match at a PPV from another person on the TNT roster. I took away the opportunity from someone else, who could have well had a breakout match, so that could say goodbye to the fans my way. But then look what happened. I get to the arena, and the whole world sees me ready for my match. I shed a tear or two in anticipation, and I even got a final good luck from the one person who means the most to me in that locker room, my cousin. Then moments later I get ambushed and bloodied. I sustain all these injuries that I listed earlier. My moment was ruined.

Summer: I’d like to talk about those moments just before your match, but first could you let the world know why exactly you decided to hang up your boots?

Vegeta: I never really have explained my reasons for leaving. I was actually planning on doing this at Payback but obviously that’s been spoilt. So here it is. I’ve been doing this for a while. For 6 years I’ve busted my ass to get to where I am. I’ve had injuries but I’ve never gotten time off. I’ve been carrying these nagging injuries for far too long, to a point that it may screw me up later in my life. I don’t want that to happen. A single screw up could fuck up my life forever, and I don’t want to take any more risks. I want a family, I want to spend time with them. I want to be able to watch my kids grow, to be there for them. Unfortunately, this career won’t allow me to do that. So, I’ve decided to hang up my boots and instead go to university. I want to get that degree that I’ve always longed for. Wrestling is amazing. I love it, but at the end of the day, I want a normal life. I can’t do this anymore.

Summer: That’s very much understandable. This business definitely takes it toll on your body. So, if this is going to be your last appearance on TNT and P2PW, is there anything you want to say?

Vegeta: My last appearance? No, this isn’t going to be my last appearance. I said I was going to have a farewell match and I damn well will. This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me. I’m going to leave on my own terms.

Summer: Really? When do you plan on having your last match? By the looks of it, it won’t be for a while.

Vegeta: WrestleFever 3. The biggest show of them all. Perfect place for me to end it all. A suitable finish.

Summer: Are you sure, Vegeta? I don’t need to remind you of all the injuries you’ve sustained. There’s no way you’ll be 100% in a month’s time. No way.

Vegeta: I never said I would be 100%, I said that’s where I’m going to end it all. I’m not going to drag this on anymore. I’ve said so many times that I’m going retire, and I have to do it. Win, lose or draw at WF3, “The Tiger” Vegeta’s career will be over and I will have my closure.

Summer: Okay, I’m not going to argue with you over that. I think it’s obvious that you’ve made your intentions clear. But who exactly would you like to face in your final match?

Vegeta: There are a few people who I’d like to face. I’ve never actually faced the likes of E2, Trent Acid, Keith Williams and some others, so it would be nice to face a fresh opponent. But the perfect ending in my eyes would see me go toe to toe with my cousin, my brother, Aladdin. That would just be so fitting, and would really mean a lot to me. But having said that, I know that he has his eyes set on Stare, so I doubt that he’ll be an option. So, I suppose that leaves with the people I listed earlier. However there is one person I’d like to face more than any one of those. That person is the one who attacked me at Payback.

Summer: That would be appropriate. But who exactly was the attacker?

Vegeta: That’s the problem. I don’t know.

Summer: You don’t know who ambushed you? You didn’t get a look at their face or did you not recognize him?

Vegeta: He was wearing a mask. Can you believe it? The bastard was too afraid to show his face.

Summer: We’re actually running out of time, Vegeta. I guess we’ll just wrap this up. I wish you all the best in your recovery and we’ll all be seeing you next at WrestleFever 3. Thanks for you time.

Just as it looks as if Summer is going to wrap this thing up for good, Vegeta cuts in.

Vegeta: Actually, WrestleFever won’t be the next place you’ll see me. I will be on TNT next week and the following week, and the week after that. You see, I’m going to make sure that I get my desired match with my attacker at WF3. I’m not going to wait around for Micko to find out who did it, and I’m certainly not going to wait around for the person to step forward. I’m going to take things into my own hands. So, to whoever did all this to me, be warned that I’m coming and you will have hell to pay. Oh and in case you think that you can do it to me again or take advantage of my weakened state, I want you to know that not only have you got me to deal with, but you’ve got Black Tiger to deal with too.

The scene fades to black with a determined, pissed off look on the face of Vegeta.

[Aladdin]

The scene opens with a shot of Red Ninja, ready for his match, coming out of his locker room, closing the door behind him. He loosens his wrists, rolls his neck around and then proceeds towards the ring. Just as he is walking, John Mackay catches up with him, with a mic in hand. He runs along with Ninja who hasn’t stopped for him or even acknowledged his presence. Mackay start’s to talk

John Mackay: Ninja, Ninja! Can I get a quick interview with you please?

Ninja continues to walk on. His eyes look as if he’s deep in concentration.

John Mackay: Please, Ninja. If you don’t, I’ll just have to go over to Aladdin and get his thoughts on what happened after Stare & The Fizz’s match.

With the mention of Aladdin’s name, Ninja stops and slowly turns his head around.

Red Ninja: You want to know my thoughts on what just happened? You want to know why I just attacked Aladdin.

John Mackay: Exactly.

Red Ninja: I bet you think it’s because I wanted to get an “unfair” advantage. I bet that’s what everyone in this arena thinks. I bet some people thought I did it just for fun, because after all I am a ninja and get my laughs from hurting people. Well, if you thought either of those things then you would be wrong……..well actually, you’d be some what right. It sure as hell was fun.

You can see by Ninja’s body language that he found some enjoyment from the attack.

Red Ninja: But my main reason for doing it was that the fucker wasn’t paying attention to what he should have been paying attention to. That would be his title match with me. I wanted to give him a reminder of our match, since he seemed to drift off and focus on Stare and their little bitchfest. Well, I gave the guy a rude awakening. Let me tell you this Aladdin, when you’ve got a match with me, you had better put all your focus on me. You had better keep your eye on the ball. I consider it an insult if you don’t focus all your energy on me. It won’t matter in the end, but you had better keep thinking that you have a chance tonight, because your broken hope will be so satisfying. Say goodbye to your title.

Red Ninja looks back over to John Mackay and then gestures for him to get away from him as the interview is now over. Mackay doesn’t seem to get the message. Ninja gestures again but once again Mackay misses it. Ninja shakes his head and then turns suddenly to Mackay. He piefaces Mackay, causing him to fly into the wall behind him. Mackay cries in anguish as Ninja continues on. Suddenly Ninja steps, still able to hear Mackay’s cries of pain. He turns around and walks all the way back to Mackay. He picks him up by the throat and uses him as a punching bag, busting him open. Mackay can’t help but scream in pain as officials come running in, trying to stop Ninja. Ninja pushes them all away and then lifts Mackay up onto his shoulders. Ninja runs and launches the interviewer into the wall, head first, knocking him unconscious. Ninja laughs and walks onto his match as we fade to black.



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WE FADE UP FROM BLACK to the interior of ”The Tiger” Aladdin’s dressing room where we see the RAGE champion sitting down on a bench, in a slump. The hot crowd cheers loud for their champion. The sexy woman that accompanied Aladdin in his promo is standing in front of him, carefully wrapping some bandages around the champion’s head. This time she’s wearing a white Black Tiger T-shirt that is tucked into a pair of extremely short Daisy Dukes. Ass cheeks are hanging out, and everything. It’s amazing how the network is letting us get away with this.

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Oh, shit! Carefully woman! Do it carefully.”

Sexy Lady: “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to cause you any pain. Tell me what I can do to make it all better. Anything. Anything at all.”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Well……..there is something you can do.”

The sexy babe squats down in front of Aladdin, causing even more of her soft ass cheeks to squeeze through those dukes. She gently begins to rub Aladdin’s thighs up and down, back and forth. This is definitely something.

E2: “FUCK YOU!”

SMASH!!! The RAGE champion gets to his feet and the Sexy woman gets frightened and jumps up and stands behind her man. The two of them both stare in awe as SickFixx’s bloodied head just came smashing through the wooden door that serves as entry to the The Tiger’s locker room.

E2: “Call me out? You stupid, muthafu—“

Fixx’s fat head retreats back through the hole and then E2 slams it back through again. SMASH!!! The head retreats. Finally, the fucking door collapses as E2 throws Fixx’s limp body through. SickFixx is out like a light, the ref is in position and E2 makes the cover: 1……..2……..3!!! And an explosion of cheers can be heard from the sold out crowd in the Toyota Center. E2 stands up, directly above Fixx who looks to be dead. The ref heads for the hills.

E2: “Sup, nigga?”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Business as usual I see.”

E2: “Well……yeah. This nigga’s been asking for a beating so I gave it to him. I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck for your match tonight. I took care of my business; now you go and take care of yours.”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Don’t worry, bro. I will take care of business. Black Tiger isn’t losing any gold tonight.”

E2 peers over Aladdin’s shoulder.

E2: (Smiling demonically) “You want me to take care of anything while you’re in that squared circle, partna’?”

”The Tiger”: “That’s okay, bro. The Tiger has got this under control.”

E2: “Word?”

”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Word.”

”The Tiger” and E2 tag fists and then embrace in a brotherly hug before Aladdin and his woman exit the dressing room. And then, like a true thug, E2 looks around and then looks down at SickFixx.

Now at this point, we can only see E2 from the chest up, looking down at the body. Then we hear a zipper go down, ZZZZZZZZZT!, followed by the sound of fresh urine pouring out and hitting the floor and face of someone below. Then, “AAAAAAAHHHHH!” by the champ as well as a look of relief on his face. For the physical and mental health of the fans, this is where the network decides to cut away to something else.

[Aladdin]

TNT comes back to the arena where the fans are cheering for the upcoming main event. The fans begin to boo as ”Darkness” hits the p.a. Red Ninja walks out from the curtain and starts cursing out the booing audience. Ninja makes his way down the entrance ramp to the ring, and slides in. He gets up on the ropes and shouts at the fans once more. Ninja gets down off the ropes and paces around the ring as his music cuts.

“What You Know” hits the p.a. and the fans erupt in cheers. “The Tiger” Aladdin steps out from the curtain, holding the Rage Title Belt, and rubbing his injured head. Al starts to walk down the ramp with his eyes deadest on Ninja. The referee blocks off Ninja as Aladdin rolls into the ring. Al’s music is cut and replaced by a loud mechanical hum. Everyone in the arena ‘ooh’s and cocks their head up towards the ceiling as an eight-sided cage begins to lower toward the ring. The fans cheer again as the cage sets down in the ring. It’s walls are leaning outward, [\__/] and event staff rush in to secure it to the ring. Aladdin, Red Ninja, and a referee are the only things inside the cage walls.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a “Tiger’s” Den Match scheduled for one fall, and is for the P2PW Rage Title! The only way to win the contest and the title is to either knock your opponent unconscious, or to make your opponent submit. Introducing first, The Challenger, he weighs in at 220 lbs. and hails from Ottawa Ontario Canada, Red Ninja!

The fans boo, prompting Ninja to start shouting obscenities at them again.

Ring Announcer: And introducing second, The Champion, he weighs in at 230 lbs. and hails from London England, he is your P2PW Rage Champion, he is “The Tiger” Aladdin!

The fans erupt in cheers as Aladdin holds the Rage Belt in the air, but suddenly Red Ninja runs over and throws a cloud of powder into Aladdin's face!

*******P2PW RAGE TITLE TIGER’S DEN MATCH*******
“The Tiger” Aladdin
vs.
Red Ninja
Written by NIN Horror

The fans boo as Red Ninja catches Al with a side headlock takedown. The ref picks up the Rage title and slips it out of the cage. Ninja holds Al in the side headlock on the mat and starts to lay into him with right hands. Ninja gets up to his feet and starts stomping away at Al’s head, then steps back and hits Al with a Shinning Elbow right to the injured head. Ninja picks Al up to his feet, lifts him up, and hits him with a Brainbuster! The fans erupt in boos as Ninja mocks them with a victory pose. Ninja gets in the ref’s face and tells him to count out Aladdin. The ref goes to check on Al, and starts counting, 1,2,3,4, the ref stops as Al starts to stir. The fans start to rally behind Al as he gets up to his feet. Ninja comes in a goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Al catches his leg and hits him with an Exploder Suplex! But Ninja gets right back up and takes Al out with a Roaring Elbow!

The fans boo as Ninja regains the upper hand. Ninja sits Al up, then kneels down, and puts him in a Stretch Plum, Cravate variation. Ninja wrenches in the hold, and gets in an occasional headbutt. The ref checks on Al, but he shows no signs of giving up. A frustrated Ninja lets go of the hold and stomps on Al’s head. Ninja pulls Al up to his feet, sets him up, and Belly-to-Belly Suplexes him into a cage wall! The fans boo as Al bounces off the chain-linking and falls down on his shoulders. Ninja quickly follows up by putting Al in a Camel Clutch. Ninja pulls back on Al’s head, but Al manages to grab Ninja’s wrist. The fans rally behind Al as he tries to break up the Clutch, and does by taking Ninja over with an arm drag.

Ninja bounces off the cage and is met with a dropkick from Aladdin. The fans cheer as the ball rolls back in Al’s court. Ninja runs at Aladdin and throws a Lariat at him, but Al ducks and hits Ninja with a Backdrop. Al holds on and rolls them back to their feet, and hits Ninja with a second Backdrop. Al still hangs on and rolls them to their feet again, Al lifts up Ninja, but this time hits him with a Backdrop-Backbreaker! The fans cheer as Ninja rolls around on the mat. Al grabs Ninja, sits him up, and puts him in a seated Abdominal Stretch. Al pulls back on the hold as the fans cheer him on. Al eventually lets go of the hold, just so he can give Ninja a stiff kick to the spine. Al gives Ninja another kick, then picks him up, Double Underhooks his arms, and takes him over with a Butterfly Suplex. Al hangs on, putting Ninja in the Butterfly Lock. Al wrenches it in, putting more pressure on Ninja’s back.

The ref goes to check on Ninja, but he just spits in the ref’s face. Al lets go of the hold, gets up, and starts to pull up Ninja, but Ninja breaks out of Al’s hands and hits him with a Koppou Kick, nailing Al right on the head with one of his heels. The fans boo as Aladdin falls to the mat. Ninja rubs his back, then gets to his feet. He walks over to Al and nonchalantly kicks him in the head. Ninja kneels down, driving his knee into Al’s face, and gives the booing crowd the finger. Ninja then hops up and hits Aladdin with a knee drop. He quickly sits Al up and grabs him with an inverted Forehead Claw, then puts a Claw hold on Al’s jaw. Ninja drops to one knee, and twists Al’s head awkwardly to the side. Ninja lets go of the Claws, pulls Al’s head back across his knee, and hits him square between the eyes with an inverted elbow shot.

The fans boo as Ninja follows up with a few more vicious shots. Ninja leans in and bites down on Aladdin's head! Ninja tears at Al’s face, then lets go, revealing that Aladdin’s forehead has been cut open! Ninja pulls Al up to one knee, but takes him back down with a quick Axe Kick. The fans continue to boo as Red Ninja mocks them with another victory pose. Ninja yells at the ref to start counting out Aladdin, so the ref checks on him and starts counting, 1,2,3,4,5, the fans cheer as Al starts to stir. But before Al can get anywhere, Ninja comes off the cage wall with a Corkscrew Moonsault! The fans boo once more as Ninja tells the ref to start counting. The ref starts counting, 1,2,3, but Aladdin rolls over and gets on one knee. The fans cheer as Al yells with the Fighter's Spirit and gets back on his feet. He tells Ninja to bring it on, so Ninja runs at Al looking to hit the Red on Impact, but Aladdin moves out of the way!

Ninja runs head first into the cage wall and bounces back, but is quickly hit with The POUNNNCCCE!!! The fans erupt in cheers as Ninja flies back into another cage wall. Ninja hobbles up to his feet, and is caught with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Al hangs on to Ninja leg, and turns him over, putting Ninja in a Texas Cloverleaf. Al wrenches in the hold, putting ever more pressure on Ninja’s back. The ref checks on Ninja, but he still shows no signs of giving up. Al lets go of the Cloverleaf hold, but starts to go for the Caged Animal. Ninja scrambles about madly trying to block the hold, so Al just tosses Ninja’s legs away. Aladdin stomps on Ninja, then picks him up to his feet. Al goes for a Spinebuster but Ninja blocks it with a thumb to the eye. Ninja sets Al up for an Exploder Suplex, but Al blocks it with an elbow strike to the head, and takes Ninja down with an Enziguri!

The fans cheer as Al gets back on his feet. Al walks over to Ninja and gives him a stiff kick to the back. Al rolls Ninja onto his front, drops down, and puts Ninja in a Crossface hold. Al pulls back on Ninja, who starts to claw and jab at Al’s hands. Ninja pushes Al’s hands off of his face, breaking up the Crossface, but Al just puts Ninja right back in the Crossface. Al moves around and plants his knee into Red Ninja’s back, and wrenches the hold in even further. Ninja grabs Al’s wrists, pushes them off of his face, then spins around underneath Al, reaches up, and gives Aladdin another thumb to the eye. The fans boo as Ninja pushes the stunned Al away. Ninja sits up, and gets back up to his feet with help from a cage wall. Al swings at Ninja, but misses due to his lowered depth-perception. The fans boo as Ninja mocks Al, but Aladdin goes for a Super Kick. The Kick just misses Ninja, who responds by taking Al down with a Super Kick of his own!

The fans continue to boo as Ninja rubs his back. Ninja walks over and grabs Al by the hair, sits him up, then starts to pull at his head cut! Ninja hits the cut with a thumbspike, pushes Al down to the mat, jumps over him, and hits him with a Lionsault off of a cage wall! Ninja starts to drag Al up, and puts him in position for the Red Bread Winner. Al grabs hold of Ninja’s leg trying to block the move, so Ninja clubs on his back with some forearms. Ninja lifts Al up and tries to Cradle his legs, but Al is kicking wildly, and manages to drop back down on his feet. Ninja clubs on Al’s back a few more times and tries to lift him up, but Aladdin counters out and spins Ninja into a hammerlock. Ninja reaches down and pulls a leg out from Al, making him fall down. Ninja picks up Al foot, but Al pushes Ninja away with his other leg. Ninja bounces off a cage wall and runs at Aladdin, but Al catches him and takes him down with a Rolling Boston Crab. Aladdin quickly goes for the Caged Animal, but Ninja is able to roll over on his back. Aladdin tightens up Ninja’s legs, then falls backward and Slingshots Ninja into a cage wall!

The fans erupt in cheers as Aladdin gets up to his feet. Al pulls Ninja off of the cage wall and sets him up for a German Suplex, but Ninja runs up the wall and flips over Aladdin. Ninja grabs Al in a Full Nelson and tries to hit him with a Dragon Suplex, but Aladdin resists it. Al breaks the Nelson and goes behind Ninja, then tries again to hit the German, but Ninja blocks it. Ninja grabs one of Al’s wrists and slides his other arm in between himself and Al’s hands (which have Ninja in a waistlock). Ninja slides out of the waistlock and puts Al in a wristlock. Aladdin spins around to alleviate the arm twist, but Ninja just spins around and puts the arm in a hammerlock. Aladdin squats down once, and then again but stays down. Al then rolls in the direction of the hammerlock, grabs Ninja’s wrist, then stands up, effectively putting Red Ninja in a wristlock.

The fans cheer as Aladdin twists Ninja’s arm. Ninja rolls down forwards and gets up to alleviate the arm twist, then falls back, puts his leg in between Al’s arms and uses it to break up the wristlock. Ninja hangs onto Al’s wrist, gets back up on his feet, and puts Al in the wristlock. Ninja bends Al over, completely steps over his arm, hops over Al’s back, catches Al’s other arm, and finally takes him over with an arm drag. Al gets on his feet and Ninja charges at him, but Al ups and catches him with a side headlock takedown. Ninja grabs Al’s wrist, yanks it back, and backs out of the headlock while putting Aladdin in a hammerlock. Aladdin rolls over the lock, gets up, spins around, pulls Ninja at him, and catches Ninja in a headlock. Al quickly grabs Ninja’s wrist, and switches over to a wristlock on Ninja. The fans applaud Aladdin, but Ninja rolls forward, then bridges back, then moves around, gets up, slaps Al’s hands away, jumps up, and takes Aladdin down with a big dropkick!

The fans boo and jeer Ninja as he taunts them. Ninja walks over to Al and stomps at him, but Aladdin catches his foot. Al gets up with Ninja’s leg, spins him around, and catches him with a forearm to the face. Al follows up with more shots to the face, then spins around for the Roaring Elbow, but Ninja ducks and hits Al in the head with a roundhouse kick. Al stagers, but comes back with more forearms to Ninja’ face. Ninja rakes Al's eyes, then throws the Lariat at him, but Al ducks, and goes for an Enziguri, but Ninja ducks, and then hits Al with an Enziguri of his own. Al drops to one knee, so Ninja runs in for a Shining Wizard, but Al blocks Ninja’s knee. Ninja rolls back, then runs in for a Yakuza Kick, but Al parries the kick, spins around, and throws the Roaring Elbow, but Ninja ducks, and takes down Aladdin with The LARIAT!

The fans boo as Aladdin crumbles down on the mat. Ninja pulls Al's head in place and puts him in a Sleeper, and pulls back on his facial laceration with his other hand. Ninja synchs in the choke, and pulls back on Al's face, causing more blood to flow out. Ninja tightens in the hold, and Aladdin starts to black out. The ref comes to check on Al, who is now unresponsive. The ref raises one of Al’s arms, and the fans start to try to revive him. The ref drops Al's arm, and counts to 1, the fans cheer louder as the ref raises Al's arm again. He drops it, and counts 2. The fans all get on their feet to cheer for Aladdin. The ref raises him arm again, and drops it, but Al's arm stops right before it hits the mat! The fans explode in cheers for Al as he starts to come back to life. Aladdin raises his arm and grabs Ninja’s face stretching arm at the wrist. Al pulls Ninja’s hand off of his face, and puts it in a Greco-Roman knucklelock, then starts hammering away at Ninja’s Sleeper arm. Al manages to break Ninja’s Sleeper, and puts Ninja’s other hand in the knucklelock.

The fans cheer as Aladdin gets back up to his feet. Al and Ninja’s hands are locked, and they fight for position. Aladdin forces Ninja back up a cage wall, so Ninja jumps off of it and forces Al back. Al stumbles back to one knee, and Red Ninja takes the upper hand. But Aladdin rolls backward and then moves in, reversing all the pressure to Ninja’s wrists. Al wrenches in the locks, but Ninja rolls backward and reverses the pressure back to neutral. Ninja plants a foot on Al's waist, then rolls back and flips Al over him. They keep the knucklelocks in place, and Al rolls back onto Ninja, but Ninja gets his boots up and rolls Aladdin back up to his feet. The momentum makes Ninja roll back up to his feet, where he quickly jumps on Aladdin. Ninja wraps his legs around Al's waist and wrenches back Al's hands in the knucklelocks. Aladdin falls to one knee from the weight of Ninja, who then reaches back and gives Al a big headbutt.

Al loses leverage in his legs and droops back. Ninja gets off of Al and stands up over him. Ninja wrenches in the knucklelocks, then jumps up and sits down on Al. the fans boo as Ninja does this again, driving the wind out of Al's sternum. Ninja slides forward on Al, pinning his shoulders to the mat with his knees. Ninja uses the knucklelocks to place Al's hands between his legs, and then sits back, completely trapping Al's arms. Ninja reaches high with both his hands and flips off the booing fans. Ninja then looks down at Al, who has no way to defend himself, then reaches back and gives Aladdin a vicious punch to the injured head. Ninja reaches back with his other arm gives Al another punch. Ninja then goes into a flurry of mounted punches to Aladdin’s head, many of them landing on his laceration. Ninja reaches back and finishes the flurry with a campy karate chop.

Aladdin’s eyes glaze over and his head lies down on the mat. Ninja yells at the ref to check on Aladdin. The ref comes over and talks to him, but Al is unresponsive. The fans boo even louder as the ref starts to count Aladdin out, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, Al finally focuses on the ref and tells him to stop counting. The fans start to rally behind Aladdin, but Ninja just gives him another chop to the head. Aladdin yells and tries to power up, but Ninja gives him a punch to the laceration. Ninja reaches down and grabs Al's head, then starts to pull his skin, trying to open his cut up more. Aladdin kicks his legs around wildly, then firmly plants them on the mat. Aladdin tries to bridge up, but Ninja blocks it by shifting his weight back. Feeding of the fans cheers, Al bridges his legs, and starts pushing his torso up. Ninja goes for another punch but is thrown of balance, which allows Aladdin to bridge up his body.

Aladdin knocks Ninja forward off of him, but then quickly rolls backward and gets Ninja in a Boston Crab. The fans erupt in cheers as Aladdin then quickly goes for the Caged Animal, but once again Ninja blocks it by rolling onto his back. Ninja reaches up and grabs Al's head, then monkey flips him over, but Aladdin lands on his feet! Ninja gets up and then looks at Aladdin, who shouts with the Fighter's Spirit. Ninja then bolts up a cage wall. Aladdin quickly goes after him, and they start climbing up the slanted cage wall. Ninja almost makes it to the top, but Al catches him and stops him with a series of chops. Aladdin wraps his arm around Ninja’s chest and tries to go for the Side Effect, but Ninja blocks it with elbows to Al's head. Ninja moves their arms around and goes for a Brainbuster on Al, but Al blocks it with punches to Ninja’s side. Aladdin grabs Ninja’s waist, then jumps over behind him, springs off the wall, and takes Ninja over with a huge Avalanche German Suplex!!!!

The fans go apeshit wild as the two men fall to the mat from eight feet in the air. The fans rally behind Aladdin as he starts to crawl over to Ninja. Aladdin gets to Ninja, turns his body over, and goes for the pin, but the ref comes over and reminds Al of the rules. A frustrated Al slowly gets up, then pulls Ninja to his feet. Aladdin puts Ninja in an Octopus Hold, then picks up Ninja’s other foot and stretches it back, effectively switching to the La Swastika maneuver. Aladdin pulls back on Ninja’s leg and altogether wrenches in the hold. The referee asks Ninja if he wants to quit, but he tells the ref to fuck off. Aladdin releases Ninja’s leg, just so he can start elbowing Ninja in the ribs. Aladdin moves his legs, then releases the Octopus Hold by spinning Ninja over, and planting him between his legs. Aladdin lifts Ninja up for the Extinction, but Ninja wraps his legs around Al's head, and takes him over with a Huracanrana.

Both men get to their feet, and Ninja runs at Aladdin hopping to hit the Red on Impact, but Aladdin sidesteps him. Ninja stumbles off and turns around to find Al charging at him. Aladdin goes for his Pounce, but Ninja parries, catches Al's arm, grabs his other arm, and hits him with a Tiger Suplex!! The fans boo as Aladdin rolls back on the mat. Ninja gets up and hobbles over to Aladdin. He picks up Al and sets him up for the Red Bread Winner, but Aladdin back up and thrusts his shoulder into Ninja’s sternum. Burning with the Fighter's Spirit, Aladdin gets up, and picks Ninja up for a Uranage Suplex, but drops him across his knee spine first! Al hangs onto Ninja and lifts him up for the Uncaged, but Ninja lifts his mask up and spits in Aladdin's eyes! Al drops Ninja on his feet, and Ninja goes for a Last Ditch Roaring Elbow, but Al drops down and trips Ninja with a Drop Toe Hold. Aladdin immediately moves over to the Boston Crab, then drops down and finally locks in the Caged Animal!! Ninja reaches around desperately on the mat, but there are no ropes to save him. Ninja tries to maneuver out of the hold, but has been worked over too much to escape. Ninja reaches out his arm, but is finally forced to Tap Out! The fans explode in cheers as the ref calls for the bell!

Ring Announcer: Ladies & Gentlemen the winner of the match by submission, and STILL P2PW Rage Champion, “The Tiger” Aladdin!

The crowd are on their feet cheering in full force as the 8 sided cage is lifted from the ring. The ref goes over to the time keeper’s area and grabs the Rage Title. He slides back in the ring and hands the belt to the champion. Aladdin is ecstatic as he just proved all the doubters wrong. He just came out the victor in one hell of a match. He hugs his belt and then gets up to one knee and then the other and looks out towards the crowd, with his title draped over his shoulder. The crowd are still giving him on hell of an ovation. He looks down at Ninja who is just getting up himself. Aladdin slowly gets to his feet and raises his title into the air to a big cheer. He drapes it over his shoulder and then goes to each side of the ring clapping to the fans and thanking them for rallying him on. Once he’s finished he turns around to see that Ninja is fuming, standing right in front of him in the middle of the ring. The fans quieten down a bit as it looks like the two are about to go at it again. Ninja continues to breathe heavily, pissed off that he’s now lost to each member of Black Tiger on consecutive shows.

Aladdin stands his ground, standing tall. In an unexpected move he puts out his hand for Ninja to shake. The crowd all start to talk amongst himself about the implications of Aladdin’s gesture. Will Ninja accept it? Will the two find some respect for each other? Ninja looks down at Aladdin’s hand, some what shocked that Aladdin even considered shaking his hand. He takes his time to decide what to do before he slowly moves his hand closer and closer to Aladdin’s. Their hands are just inches away when Ninja takes a step back and nails Aladdin with a superkick, stunning the champion and knocking him down. The crowd obviously are all over Ninja in disgust. He stands over Aladdin and starts to shout obcenities in his direction. The crowd’s boos suddenly turn into cheers. Ninja doesn’t understand why exactly that’s happening. He gets up and walks backwards, looking side to side at the crowd, when suddenly he backs into something. The crowd’s cheers become more and more loud as Ninja just realized what has just happenned. Even with his mask over his face, it’s clear that he just mouthed “Oh Shit.” He turns around and looks right into the eyes of the other member of Black Tiger, who happens to have his World Title in his hand. The One Man Killing Machine drops the title belt and then grins. Suddenly E2 grabs Ninja and irish whips him into the ropes. Having gone through a long battle with Aladdin, just moments ago, Ninja can’t resist. The former P2PW Champion bounces off the ropes and goes running into E2. At the same time, the Rage Champion nips up to his feet and waits behind E2. The P2PW Champ grabs Ninja in a belly-to-belly and in one motion takes him over his head, as if he were going for his Rope-A-Dope finisher. While Ninja is in the air, Aladdin grabs his arms and uses E2’s momentum to nail an Extinction, going backwards instead of forwards, driving Ninja’s head into the mat. The crowd are going crazy as they just witnessed the first time Black Tiger have hit their double team finisher. The two champs stand tall in the ring, holding up each other’s hands in triumph.

E2 slowly pushes Ninja out of the ring, onto the side of the zeroin, when Trent Acid appears, still in his in-ring gear, on the stage. The man who will go one-on-one with Aladdin next week has his eyes on both his opponent and the P2PW Champ. Aladdin sees this and stares right back. E2 then looks back at Aladdin to see that he also has his eyes on the P2PW Title belt. The show goes off the air with a visual of Aladdin and Trent staring each other down with E2 standing in between his two possible opponents.

[Aladdin]

Promo Ratings and Votes

E2’s ratings

Red Ninja
This was the first promo that I read for this show and I've got to say that you are good at what you do. I could connect with the anger Red Ninja felt from losing the P2PW Title, and here you vented nicely. Mentioning the old feud between the Insanity and the Blood Pack brought a sort of nostalgic feel to this promo, took us back in time if you will. I loved every minute of it. This is a battle of who the better champion for 2006 was and you never let me forget that.

4.7

"The Tiger" Aladdin
Were you stressed when you wrote this? You do your best work when you are stressed. You did the same in mentioning the old fued between the former factions, and I like the little bit where you went back in time and reminded us that you hold a pinfall victory over Red Ninja, that at one point, you pinned his shoulders to the mat. What is also enjoyable about this character is his ability to be a bit of a cocky heel at times. You mentioned how you live a stable lifestyle, yet you throw how wealthy and successful you are in our faces. I was drawn in from the beginning and stayed with it. You should consider writing a book some day.

4.9

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Keith Williams
The comic genius that is Keith Williams is amazing. You let us know that you are frustrated by this feud, but at the same time this comedy made your character come off as a face, something I think was needed since Trent has come off as rather cocky since winning the belt. And you mentioned that you are still pissed at E2 and that there is something to be settled there. Name-dropping gets you everywhere, but so does sticking to who you are fueding with.

4.6

Trent Acid
Again, short, sweet and to the point. What impressed me was your ability to stick to the storyline and foreshadow the inevitable showdown between you and JuncoJunky. Trent, your character is a cocky son-of-a-bitch and I enjoy every minute of it. The best part is that you waste no time getting to the jist of what you need to say and it makes for smooth, easy reading.

4.6

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The Fizz
Goddamn, someone lit a fire under that ass. The angle that Stare was once your superior on the B-show but now is your equal in a TNT ring is something that we could play off of. You obviously spent more time on this promo than you have in the past, and it showed. The character is tired of being underestimated, and indeed, this was a nice suprise to say the least. Naming the Internet title as your goal was a nice touch as well. You go, girl.

4.7

Stare
"And on the third day, he shall rise" had me from the beginning. This is the beginning of a major comeback. You mentioned the World Title you used to wear, as well as the recent slide in performance. Then you showed us that you are determined to get back to your former self. I do wish you had stayed with mentioning your opponent. It seems as if you were overlooking The Fizz and she seemed to capture that in her promo. This was a tough one.

4.4



Soundscream’s ratings

Stare- 4.8 Liked the whole rebirth thing. Good to see the old Stare back!

Fizz- 4.5 Wow, this is your best promo yet Fizz. Nice work, keep it up and you'll be going for gold very soon.

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Trent- 4.7 Nice promo man but it seemed that you focused more on Junco than Keith.

Keith- 4.7 Keith I love your imagery. The only flaw in this is the midget. I feel that it has been dragged through the mud! besides that nice work.

(Love the feud between you two)

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Aladdin 4.9 "showing off his amazingly defined abs and pecs, that most men would kill to have."- made me laugh.

Different, at least imo, than your other promo's but I liked this a lot. Nice job.


Red Ninja 4.8 Awesome promo. Liked how you recapped your match with E2 but didn't make it your whole promo.


Aladdin’s ratings

The Fizz - 4.3 (By a mile, your best promo ever. I'm very glad to see such vast improvement. Well done, Fizz. There were a few mistakes with your info, like calling Stare the chairman of Blitz. He was the GM of Blitz. Micko is the owner of P2PW, i.e. TNT & Blitz. Also a few english errors, but it doesn't matter. You did a great job, Fizz. If you keep on improving like this then you WILL start to move up the card. Just make sure you keep this standard up and keep immproving.)

Stare - 4.5 (It was sure as hell nice to see a Stare promo again, and you did this one well. The beginning was very unique, and very weird which was kinda what you were going for. The middle, I thought, was excellent and by far the best part. The ending seemed to come to soon and some of the english wasn't correct which put me off a bit. This rebirth thing is excellent and I did really like the concept of this promo. Now, I know you didn't have much history with Fizz, but it would have been nice for you to actually address the match or the situation with Micko and your trade to TNT. That was my main problem with it. But, overall, great comeback. Can't wait to see more.)


Trent Acid - 4.5 (Good promo. One of my favourite of yours. It was really well written from top to bottom, but the end paragraph really stepped this up from a 4.3 to a 4.5. I loved the analogy of the Internet Title being about toughness.)

Keith Williams - 4.5 (I liked this promo but some parts more than others. The beginning part was kinda unnecessary, but it was funny so I can't really fault you. The ending was the best. Good stuff. Or in my language, Derka Derka.)



Voting Points

The Fizz: 0.4

Stare: 0.3


Keith Williams: 0.4

Trent Acid: 0.3


Red Ninja: N/A

"The Tiger" Aladdin: N/A

Match Stats

******SINGLES MATCH******
The Fizz
vs.
Stare

The Fizz - 4.5 promo points + 0.4 voting points = 4.9
Stare - 4.566 promo points + 0.3 voting points = 4.866

*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH******
Trent Acid
vs.
Keith Williams

Keith Williams - 4.5 promo points + 0.4 voting points = 4.9
Trent Acid - 4.5 promo points + 0.3 voting points = 4.8

*******P2PW RAGE TITLE "TIGER'S" DEN MATCH******
“The Tiger” Aladdin
vs.
Red Ninja

"The Tiger" Aladdin - 4.9 promo points = 4.9
Red Ninja - 4.75 promo points = 4.75

[The Great JT]

Once again, the match order looks like it was thrown together in the dark. It looks like you don't care. Well-written, however, I will admit. I expect Blitz! to get equal treatment, if not better.

At least Sickfixx will shut the crap up. Guy's a douchebag. Congrats to E2 for finally teaching this guy humility.

[Aladdin]

Ha! I find it funny that you think you know anything about writing shows.

And what order do you think the matches should be in?

[The Great JT]

Well, given how you did it, it makes sense now, but maybe the Internet Title before the RAGE Title. But maybe the World Heavyweight Championship should've been third and the Sickfixx/E2 segments in the gas station should've been after the main event, sort of a "going away present".

[Reaper]

Hey heres an idea...

LOOK A SHOWS FUCKING UP!! Who cares what order its in, its there isn't it? Be happy about that fact. Once things start to become more regular, THEN you can worry about how its put together.

[Aladdin]

blademasterjt said:

Well, given how you did it, it makes sense now, but maybe the Internet Title before the RAGE Title. But maybe the World Heavyweight Championship should've been third and the Sickfixx/E2 segments in the gas station should've been after the main event, sort of a "going away present".

Alrighty, let me explain this to you.

Rage Title match was the main event because it was a match between the two people who have dominated TNT since the split. It was a match that people wanted to see, to see who was the better man.

Internet Title match was first (not counting the surprise P2PW Title match) because the Stare/Fizz match needed to be set up properly before it took place. Micko had to explain the situation fully and Stare tried to get out of it. Now instead of doing it all at once, i spread it out so that it would be more realistic. If i had let the Internet Title match go on after the other match, then the show would have been half done and no matches would have taken place. Plus, it's always nice to have a big match to start the show.

And the P2PW Title match wasn't a proper match, as E2 explained in One on One it was a spur of the moment thing, hence why it happenned straight away. It was supposed to be more of a comedy/fun type match, hence why it wasn't continuous and it popped up on the "TV" throughout the show.


There ya go. It makes sense from a booking perspective, but I understand that you didn't get it, since you're not that clever. Maybe next time you should read things through properly. Everything is explained in full in the results.

[Reaper]

I refer you to my post above this one... also the border lined half ass flaming by all parties is getting old. Keep it in the proper areas.

[The Great JT]

admin said:

Hey heres an idea...

LOOK A SHOWS FUCKING UP!! Who cares what order its in, its there isn't it? Be happy about that fact. Once things start to become more regular, THEN you can worry about how its put together.

Perfectly valid point.

Way to fuck up, TNT.

[Keith Williams]

From a booking stand point, indeed all the segments and matches were done in a logical way. The Internet title is the 3rd rank title, and thus it should open the show. Good job by Rage in writing it btw. The E2/SixxFixx segments was to run thru the whole night but I can see why they didn't end the show with the gas station segment. You want the show to end with foreshadowing of the next episode of TNT or whatever the show will be named from here on out.

Having the stare down between Trent and Aladdin/E2 fits that bill. It would make the fans watching want to tune in next week to see that match. The same effect would happen if you ended it with E2 beating up SixxFixx.

All and all a very good last episode of TNT. Good to see Fizz step up and get a quality win over a top tier guy in the fed. She keeps this up and I might have to defend the Internet title against her in the near future.

Speaking of defending the internet title in the near future, I am issuing the following challenge for WrestleFever 3. My Internet Championship against Blitz's Fanatic title. JT can name the stipulation. What you say JT? Willing to put your title up?

[The Great JT]

Maybe we could do a build-up to that, my space cowboy friend.

[brockandsable]

blademasterjt said:

admin said:

Hey heres an idea...

LOOK A SHOWS FUCKING UP!! Who cares what order its in, its there isn't it? Be happy about that fact. Once things start to become more regular, THEN you can worry about how its put together.

Perfectly valid point.

Way to fuck up, TNT.

Consider this warning number two.

We all worked hard on this, and here you come out of nowhere blasting it. This is strike two for you. One more and you're gone and believe me, I'll be more than happy to press the button.

Great work for all involved. Can't wait for Blitz! now.

[The Great JT]

brockandsable said:

blademasterjt said:

Perfectly valid point.

Way to fuck up, TNT.

Consider this warning number two.

We all worked hard on this, and here you come out of nowhere blasting it. This is strike two for you. One more and you're gone and believe me, I'll be more than happy to press the button.

You can't be serious. That's a flame in the same way a block of ice is the same temperature as the sun. That's complete bullshit. Just because you...wait, I'm not even going to say anything because it's going to end up being another bullshit warning and I'll get banned on the most bullshit of reasons. Reaper, care to give your two cents?

[Reaper]

E2 giving warnings humors me. It really does. Maybe I missed it but where was strike 1 exactly? And for that matter, since when is that even close to half the shit that you, yourself manage to spray out at any given chance you get? Was it in bad taste, of course, did I see it well before you... obviously. And why I opted to not say anything then is because well... I didn't exactly view that as a flame of the writers. A bad taste comment such as the same fashion he basically fucked up his and Ninny's tag match because he didn't like Ninny, but I don't recall anybody warning him for that...

Maybe my "old age" is catching up to me, but I still haven't seen a strike 1... And since I know all to well how happy you'd be to ban him, since you both do nothing but bitch at eachother, maybe you ought to take yourself out of this equation for a minute. And JT, stop whining, I don't need you to intro me into this conversation. As far as I can tell, for the most part both of you are in the red half the time and I know you both do it on fucking purpose. Its goddamn ridiculous. If you want to whine at eachother and bitch at eachother.... do it privately, its only a couple of extra clicks.

NOW STOP WASTING TIME AND LET PEOPLE ENJOY... OR NOT ENJOY THE SHOW. Comment away folks, this show is done, theres a new champion out of it why all the stupidity and hostility?

[RAGE]

Good show, guys. Well done to the new Internet champ.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

I lost by ONE VOTE??!?!?!

Fucking shit....

Oh well, still a killer show. That lingerie store segment was HILARIOUS.

[brockandsable]

Maybe your old age is catching up with you because I thought you knew where to find the history of warnings on here. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's me whose in the wrong here. I know when I pull the kind of shit that JT pulls in Blitz!, Stare is all over me with warnings and you have his back. But's it's all good. I can deal with the favortism. One thing is for sure though, if they ever sign E2 v. Reaper I hope you bring all you got, because I'l be sure to embarass your little bitch ass.

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Guys. Can we stop this arguring please?