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Post by shinnstheory on Aug 30, 2005 14:50:20 GMT 1
Why don't you let me be Leave me alone You start a fire inside that I could never control You wanna see a reaction
Come on and cut me down You've gone as far as I'll go Now you're crossing the line And I am letting you know Well here's your reaction
Stand up I have had enough Walk away before I finish what you started Face to face I will put you in your place End this game before I finish what you started Face to face everything will change
You planted the seed How my anger has grown Got an feeling inside that I can't seem to control You wanna see a reaction
Come on and cut me down You've gone as far as I'll go Now you're crossing the line and I am letting you know Well here's your reaction
[/color] Tonight's Matches [/b][/u][/size][/center] The Truly Insane - Red Ninja vs. D-Squat[/u] - The Insanity: Spaz, Red Ninja, and Diddly Squat. What would the people think, walking into an arena looking at their program just to read "The Insanity will be in the house tonight". For most, fear. For others, regret. For the members, a demise waiting to happen. After numerous pushes, one of the top members of "The Insanity" proved to be nothing more than a flash in the pan. He dragged "The Insanity" so deep into the ground they were no longer visible. That man was Spaz. P2PW headquarters were able to speak with Spaz just before WrestleFever. Spaz had nothing more to say than "Screw the P2PW". In return, that left Red Ninja and Diddly Squat alone, still being booked under the name "The Insanity". When push came to shove, Diddly Squat reformed his character and aligned himself with a faction known as D-Unit. Where did this leave Red Ninja? Or, better yet, where did this leave D-Squat, in the eyes of Red Ninja? The answer is simple. The Insanity is no more. But, who put in the most work when it came right down to it. Red Ninja believes he did. D-Squat believes he did. How are we to know? I'll tell you how. WrestleFever II. Red Ninja meets D-Squat, one on one, in the ring. Who is, and was, the TRULY INSANE? N00B vs. N00B Killer - _the jman vs. Simz[/u] - Simz has had his ups and downs recently. However, it's been heard that his downs will become higher than his previous ups. Tonight, Simz has his chance to make his statement. His faction, The Blood Pack, has been crumbling each minute of every day. Although it seems like a step back for the former Blood Pack member, he digresses. Simz is taking it into his hands to stamp this federation with the darkest ink possible. Simz will face a newcomer to the P2PW, _the j-man. Of course, the fans have their doubts in the newcomer. They haven't seen enough of him. However, if _the j-man's past, outside of the P2PW, could literally speak for itself, Simz may want to rethink his offense. Neither man will consider themselves as "the" pushover. If Simz comes out victorious, his future endeavors may strike fear backstage. If _the j-man walks out of WrestleFever II with another win under his belt, we will have a new face to shine a light upon. Either way, someone will make an impact much greater than most expect. First Blood Match - "The Tiger" Aladdin vs. Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill[/u] Is blood thicker than water? Is blood thicker than pride? One thing is for sure, blood versus blood means nothing to "The Tiger" Aladdin. After facing his own cousin, Aladdin made it clear that he is on a rampage. Who is in his sights? The former members of the Blood Pack. After being disrespected to the point of no forgiveness, "The Tiger" Aladdin is ready to take on everyone, anytime. Who stands in his way? The Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill, an old time friend. After seeing how Aladdin has presented himself, it is almost certain that he will, single handily, rip apart his former allies. On the flip side, Dollar Bill will NOT lay down for anybody. This will be a first blood match. The rules are simple: The first one to show ANY sign of blood will be declared the loser. Will "The Tiger" rip through Dollar Bill like he did his own cousin? Or will the Chuuuuuch lead Dollar Bill to victory? The Ultimate Battle Royal[/u] - In all honesty, this match will be one for the record books. Ten superstars will compete in a Battle Royal. The winner will receive a shot at a title of his or her choosing. Will the winner go straight for the World Title? Will the winner find a partner and take on the tag team champions? It is up to the winner. Starcrunch and Chilly Willy have been on the same page for quite some time. Yes, they have had their ups and downs. However, be assured that these two will look out for one another, unless it comes down to a one on one battle. "The NZA" NIN Horror has done nothing but gain respect from the front office. Many believe that this man will walk away with the golden ticket. Who is Spackle? Many have asked that question recently. We'll tell you just who Spackle is. Spackle is a man determined to toss ALL 9 participants over the top rope. J.T. Blade is one person who stands in his way. Let us rephrase that...J.T. Blade is one person who stands in EVERYBODY's way. This man has so much confidence, his face is printed in the dictionary next to that exact word. Cole Slocum is another man involved. Granted is debut was short of spectacular, will he be ready for this match? Has he been saving himself for this dance? Lets move on. Stevo316. This man has laid out some top superstars here in the P2PW. Stevo316, after being aided by Shinn's Theory, stunned the Undisputed Inter Champion and left him staring at the lights, in the middle of the ring. You better have eyes behind your head. Stevo316 has no remorse and no respect for anybody. Now, back to the Blood Pack. Yes, Aladdin's cousin DID lose his match on Blitz! Although, many believe "The Tiger" Vegeta was simply saving himself for this very match. Is it possible that he has a few cards up his sleeve heading into this match? That, my friends, is very obvious. Tell me, where has S-K-Y been for the last few months? Jobbing in dark matches? At the P2PW training camp? Nope. S-K-Y has been on the outside, looking in. He is picky. He wants to fight where he want, when he wants. Don't expect S-K-Y to be tossed over the top rope early. He may surprise you. Ok, that brings us to one more man. This man has a brother who will be in this match as well. Not only does his brother want "better" for him, his brother is aligned with another. Chilly Willy has constructed a deep friendship with Starcrunch. What does this all have to do with the price of corn in Brazil? Chilly Willy's real life brother, Wolverine, will take part in this mayhem. Will Wolverine and Chilly Willy join forced to toss out the majority? Will Starcrunch aid in all of this? The Ultimate Battle Royal will tell it's tale. Place your bets folks...There can only be one winner. Only time will tell. International Title - Broken Home Match - SoundScream (c) vs. Soul Reaper[/u] - At one time, these two superstars appeared on the same page. However, as of late, these two became foes. The P2PW International Champion, SoundScream, has made enemies with one of the most dominant men in the entire history of this business, Soul Reaper. SoundScream's claim to fame was actually claimed by Reaper himself. Many believe SoundScream would not be holding the International Title if it wasn't for Soul Reaper. SoundScream begs to differ. Soul Reaper is out to prove that SoundScream is still far below him. SoundScream believes that the former World Champion is nothing more than a stepping stone. Will SoundScream show us all why he deserves to be the International Champion by defeating Reaper? Or, will SoundScream become another poor, battered victim at the hands of Soul Reaper. Ashes to Ashes....Dust to Dust... A broken home will become a battle ground for these two men. Loser Leaves Town Match - The Executioner vs. Jessica McDaniels[/u] - Since joining the P2PW, The Executioner seemed to rubbed the P2PW divas the wrong way. The Executioner has had to deal with Gormy, Starcrunch, Jessica McDaniels and even Mary Lindsay. Finally having enough, The Executioner opened a challenge. He challenged any diva to a match at WrestleFever II. The stipulation is simple, the loser will be forced to leave the P2PW forever. Jessica McDaniels stepped up for the challenge and the contracts have been signed. By the end of this match, it is certain that the P2PW will have one less name on the roster list. Can Jessica McDaniels send The Executioner packing? Or will The Executioner prove he is able to move onto bigger and better things... Unsanctioned Street Fight (Rage Rules) - Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna vs. Dickie Cha'Mone[/u] - When push comes to shove and personal life bleeds into professional life, there is only one way to solve the problem. Street Fight! Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna returned to the P2PW months ago. Upon his return, Dickie Cha'Mone was in the wrong place at the wrong time. As Dan Man entered the arena, Dickie and Mckenna crossed paths. This lead to the hospitalization of Cha'Mone. Recently, Dickie Cha'Mone returned to P2PW television. Knowing Anthony was in Liverpool, nursing the injuries he suffered during his World Title match with Stare, Dickie publicly bad mouthed Da Man. Gormy appeared with a message from Anthony himself. Anthony challenged Dickie to a Unsanctioned Rage Rules Street Fight at WrestleFever II. Dickie was hesitant at first. However, a week would pass and Dickie would break out of his shell, superkick his spokesman, and accept Da Man's challenge. This isn't going to be any old Street Fight. This is personal. Rage Title Match (Rage Rules) - Sean "Addryd" Patterson (c) vs. Gormy[/u] - For countless months, Nation has held the Rage Title. However, his streak came to a shocking end when Sean "Addryd" Patterson defended Nation to become the new Rage Champion. Freed up for WrestleFever II, the P2PW Board of Directors felt Gormy was the best candidate for Patterson's challenger. Gormy and Addryd worked many shows together but never seemed to run into one another since the match was signed. This was due to management purposely making sure neither competitor crossed paths before WrestleFever II. However, last week on Blitz! Addryd was booked to face Nation in a Rage Title match. The match was called off before either competitor had a chance to cause permanent damage to the other. Mayhem erupted. This sent Gormy down to the ring. Finally, for the first time, Addryd and Gormy stood nose to nose before throwing a few punches. Gormy was able to force Addryd out of the ring. However, Addryd left one thing behind...his Rage Title Belt. Gormy tossed the belt over her shoulder as if she was champion. Addryd could do nothing but stand, staring at the challenger. At WrestleFever II, will Addryd "leave his belt behind"? Or, will Gormy find out, first hand, why Addryd holds the Rage Title... Stairway to Hell (Rage Rules) - "Sensational Shooter" Shane Montez vs SteveTKO[/u] - To the common eye, this rivalry just started days ago, but if you dig a little deeper, you might realize the history these two have that they themselves didn't even realize. As long as we can remember, Shane Montez has had a female protege', and Miss Aleah was no exception. Miss Aleah was well-known as the former manager, and girlfriend, of former P2PW Superstar, SteveTKO. But, what Shane didn't know was the his former assistant, Candy Cox, was Miss Aleah's cousin. Creative differences were had between Mr. Montez and Ms. Cox, and he fired her. Apparently, this is why Miss Aleah showed up, and Steve is the hired muscle to try and regain retribution on Shane for the firing of Candy Cox. Will the fan favorite, Shane Montez, be able to come out on top against Steve in his match specialty.... A Stairway to Hell? Tag Team Title Match - Trent Acid & MVP-Don (c) vs. ChadClassic & "The Assassin" Tyler Stone vs. Deathrow (Cactus & E2 w/Funamie)[/u] - Six people on the roster will shine at WrestleFever II. First off, we have the Tag Team Champions, Trent Acid and MVP-Don. Trent made a huge debut last year. MVP-Don is very well respect backstage. These two men, together, conquered the Tag Team division. After successfully defending their titles, they head into WrestleFever II with a bullseye painted on their backs. Deathrow, consisting of former International Champion, Cactus, and former Undisputed Champion, E2, have bound together in hope to snatch the titles away from MVP-Don and Trent Acid. However, another team has their sights set on walking away with the title. This team consists of ChadClassic and "The Assassin" Tyler Stone. Tyler and Chad earned their spot by defeating Chilly Willy and Starcrunch on Blitz! There is definitely no love loss between all three teams. Here is the catch. This is no elimination match. The Tag Team Champions don't have to be pinned to lose their straps. It is certain that MVP-Don and Trent Acid will want to remain in the ring during the entire match. If, for some reason, E2 is able to pin ChadClassic, the champions will have to say goodbye to the titles they have rightfully earned. Six of the best P2PW superstars will rock the ring at WrestleFever. Who walks out victorious, nobody knows. Hell in a Cell (Rage Rules) - SoL vs. Firefly[/u] - Add this match to the list of grudge matches. SoL and Firefly have returned to the P2PW for one night only, to face one another in a Hell in a Cell match. These two men decided to meet on neutral ground to solve their personally problems. Firefly, who was once employed by SoL, feels he didn't get a fair shake while working for him. On the other hand, SoL ran business as business should have been ran. Not seeing eye to eye with one another, the fire brightened. Shinn's Theory contacted Firefly about returning to the P2PW for WrestleFever II. The General Manager of Blitz!, Stare, gave word to Theory about Firefly's beef with SoL. Bingo. After both parties were contacted, the contract was signed. This match won't be for those who have weak stomachs. This will be an all out war. The fans are very pleased to see both men in a P2PW ring once again. However, after this match, where will both men go? Will one man prove his is the better man? Will either superstar stick around to continue the battle? No one knows. The Board of Directors, the Co-Owners, and the entire management team are anticipating the outcome of the match, and the future of both superstars. The door is open for a return for both Firefly and SoL. Although, after this match, will one of these superstars even have an option to return to the P2PW? Undisputed Internet Title Match - Shinn's Theory (c) vs. Rocky[/u] - At one time, Rocky and Shinn's Theory shared a locker room. They were both members of the faction known as Apocalypse. When WrestleFever I came around, Apocalypse were walking a tight rope. Shinn's Theory, the World Champion, lost his match to Stare. At that time, Floortare was the Co-Owner of the P2PW. The other was Rocky. That night, Floorstare resigned as Co-Owner and gave gave up the World Title. The next night, on TNT, Rocky came to the ring and called out Shinn's Theory. Theory came to the ring. Rocky, with a smile on his face, handed the vacant World Title back to Shinn's Theory. Shinn's Theory rejected the offer. In fact, Theory announced, that night, that he was the new Co-Owner of the P2PW. Rocky seemed quite disappointed. Theory made it clear, from that day, he didn't want anything to do with Apocalypse or Rocky. Theory would then pull some strings and sign a World Title Ladder Match consisting of a number of P2PW superstars. Rocky was not one of them. So, for the last 17 months Rocky and Shinn's Theory had to keep the P2PW afloat. Neither man would see eye to eye on each other's decisions. They both had other things to worry about. But, the water began to boil. Finally, everything was unleashed. After 17 long months of anticipation, Shinn's Theory laid down the challenge. Rocky didn't hesitate to go head to head for the Undisputed Internet Championship at WrestleFever II. What some say is a dream match in P2PW history, others claim this match will be the final nail in the coffin for one of these men. Title or no title, someone's career will greatly be affected. World Title Iron Man Match - Stare (c) vs. Nation[/u] - Here we go! Nation, a well established superstar of the P2PW, finally gets his shot at the big time. He will be facing the two time P2PW World Champion, Stare. Nation has made is presence felt ever since Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna brought him into this business. Nation started off as a crowd favorite while running with the bWo. Nation remained a crowd favorite ever since. Stare, on the other hand, pulled the wool over everyone's eyes. For quite some time, Stare was the top face in the P2PW. He defeated Shinn's Theory for the World Title. After some time off, Stare came back and defeated Soul Reaper to regain the World Title. This man was close, dear friends with Nation. When Sole Survivor came around, Nation was put into an elimination chamber with countless competitors. He ended up coming out the victor. During the same event, Shinn's Theory was also placed in an elimination chamber. Theory ended up victorious. This lead to one thing. This lead to Theory and Nation squaring off at the next Pay Per View to see who would become the Number One Contender for the World Championship. Nation put his heart and soul into this match. As a result, he earned the spot. During the last few weeks, Nation, Shinn's Theory, and Stare spent a lot of time together. All of the sudden, Nation was brutally attacked on Blitz! The very next week, Stare, Nation, and Shinn's Theory got their hands on some footage that could have proved who the attacker was, However, the only clues left behind were the weapon, which bloodied Nation, and an Apocalypse Wrist Band. After discussing the video footage, all fingers pointed to Rocky as the attacker. Little did we know, the attacker would later be discovered. That attacker was Stare. Stare fooled everyone within the P2PW and the fans themselves. Stare would then lay low for a little while. However, Stare would later make a his appearance felt at last week's Blitz! throwing gasoline on an already blazing inferno. The heat between these too men are that of the sun. WrestleFever II will be historic. However, this match alone will go down in the books as THE biggest match in P2PW history. -------------------- IMPORTANT!! FOR THE ULTIMATE BATTLE ROYAL, PLEASE PICK YOUR TOP THREE PICKS. YOUR FIRST PICK WILL GET 0.3 VOTING POINTS, YOUR SECOND WILL GET 0.2 VOTING POINTS AND YOUR THIRD PICK WILL GET 0.1 VOTING POINTS [/COLOR][/B] Reminder: You may NOT vote for anyone involved in a Rage Rules Match [/b][/u] Deadline: September 6, 2005 - 9pm EST[/center]
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Post by ChadClassic on Aug 30, 2005 15:01:24 GMT 1
Red Ninja _the j-man "The Tiger" Aladdin "The NZA" NIN Horror/Spackle/JT Blade Soundscream The Executioner ChadClassic & Tyler Tone Shinns Theory Nation
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Post by Aladdin on Aug 30, 2005 15:21:44 GMT 1
Excellent preview.
Votes: Red Ninja
_the j-man
"The Tiger" Aladdin
Battle Royal: 1. Vegeta, 2. NIN, 3. Spackle
Soundscream
The Executioner
Chad & Tyler
Shinns
Nation
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Post by Cactus on Aug 30, 2005 15:23:18 GMT 1
Votage
Red Ninja
Aladdin
Stevo316 NZA Spackle
SoundScream
Joey B
Deathrow
Rocky
Nation
Promo is a- coming
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Post by stocko on Aug 30, 2005 15:27:05 GMT 1
The Truly Insane - D-Squat (hopefully he will show up) N00B vs. N00B Killer - _the jman First Blood Match - "The Tiger" Aladdin The Ultimate Battle Royal - SPACKLE, jt blade, nin International Title - Broken Home Match - SoundScream (c) Loser Leaves Town Match - The Executioner Unsanctioned Street Fight (Rage Rules) - Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna vs. Dickie Cha'Mone Rage Title Match (Rage Rules) - Sean "Addryd" Patterson (c) vs. Gormy Stairway to Hell (Rage Rules) - "Sensational Shooter" Shane Montez vs SteveTKO Tag Team Title Match - Trent Acid & MVP-Don (c) Hell in a Cell (Rage Rules) - SoL vs. Firefly Undisputed Internet Title Match - Shinn's Theory (c) World Title Iron Man Match - Nation
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Post by KillerSundin (Formerly HBK) on Aug 30, 2005 17:11:07 GMT 1
My votes are: Red Ninja Simz Aladdin 1. Chilly Willy 2. Starcrunch 3. NZA Nin
Soundscream Executioner Da Man MVP Don and Trent Acid Shinn's Theory Stare
Promo coming soon.
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Post by brockandsable on Aug 30, 2005 17:22:10 GMT 1
Red Ninja _the jman "The Tiger" Aladdin "The NZA", Stevo316 and Chilly Willy Soul Reaper The Executioner Deathrow Rocky Nation
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Post by Amie on Aug 30, 2005 17:42:20 GMT 1
The Truly Insane - Red Ninja N00B vs. N00B Killer - _the jman First Blood Match - "The Tiger" Aladdin International Title - Broken Home Match - SoundScream (c) Loser Leaves Town Match - Jessica McDaniels Tag Team Title Match - Deathrow (Cactus & E2 w/Funamie) Undisputed Internet Title Match - Rocky World Title Iron Man Match - Stare (c)
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Post by The Great JT on Aug 30, 2005 18:21:41 GMT 1
Red Ninja _the j-man "The Tiger" Aladdin J.T. BLADE, Wolverine, StarCrunch Reaper Executioner Trent Acid/MVP-Don Shinn's Theory Stare Promo to come. EDIT: Oops, accidentally voted for some with the "Rage Rules". My bad.
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Post by shinnstheory on Aug 30, 2005 18:29:14 GMT 1
Just a quick reminder: Reminder: You may NOT vote for anyone involved in a Rage Rules Match [/b][/u][/center] The matches you can NOT vote on are: Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna vs. Dickie Cha'Mone Sean "Addryd" Patterson vs. Gormy "Sensational Shooter" Shane Montez vs. SteveTKO SoL vs. Firefly. Everyone is allowed: 1 Voting Post/1 Promo Post in this thread. Anything else should be posted in the Extra Promo and Discussion Thread. [/size][/b][/u][/center] Thanks all, and good luck!
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Post by shinnstheory on Aug 30, 2005 18:47:23 GMT 1
WrestleFever II Commerical [/b][/u][/size][/center] Friday Spoof[/b][/color][/u] Starring: Shinn's Theory E2 Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill Gormy[/b] Once again, The WrestleFever II logo flashes across Zeroin. We take to a scene where E2 and Shinn’s Theory are sitting on the front porch of Theory’s house.E2:[/b] I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday. You ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do. Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Naw man. I’m cool. E2:[/b] Weed is from the earth. God put this here for me and you. Take advantage man, take advantage. E2 sparks up a joint. Be blows a little smoke Theory’s way.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Alright, just one little hit. Shinn’s takes a hit. He quickly drifts into a trance. E2 tries to get his attention but is unsuccessful. Suddenly, Theory hops out of his chair and runs into the house. After a brief moment, Theory reappears. He looks down at E2, scratching his head.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Did you just hear my phone ring? E2 rolls his eyes as Shinn’s sits back down. Suddenly, Dollar Bill is shown riding a bike towards Theory’s house.E2:[/b] Oh shit! It’s Dollar Bill! E2 and Shinn’s Theory quickly remove their watches and other jewelry as Dollar Bill approaches.Dollar Bill:[/b] What up Shinn’s? What up E2? Shinn’s Theory/E2:[/b] Nothin’.... Dollar Bill immediately pats both men down. He finds the jewelry they were hiding. Suddenly, Shinn’s grabs a brick and cracks it over Dollar Bill’s head. Dollar Bill falls backwards. The jewelry scatters around him. E2 quickly jumps to his feet and gathers the jewelry before bending down and getting in the face of the unconscious Dollar Bill.E2:[/b] You just got knocked the FUCK out!! E2 hands Shinn’s Theory his watch. At that time, Gormy walks by. Both E2 and Shinn’s check her out as she walks by.E2/Shinn’s Theory[/b] Hhheeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy.... The WrestleFever II logo flashes again. Again, we see E2.E2:[/b] You may have knocked out Dollar Bill. But, I have mind control over him. When he say “shut up”, I be quiet. But, when he leave, I be talkin’ again. The commercial finishes and Zeroin fades.
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Post by Simz on Aug 30, 2005 18:58:36 GMT 1
Ninja Simz Dolla TJ Blade,Wolverine, Chilly Willy Reap's Stare Shinns Trent Acid & MVP-Don
The Executioner
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Post by Red Ninja on Aug 30, 2005 20:30:10 GMT 1
Red Ninja J man Aladdin NIN/Spackle/JT Reaper Executioner Da Man Gormy Shane Tyler/Chad Firefly Shinns Nation
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Post by Firefly on Aug 30, 2005 20:39:17 GMT 1
("Encore/Numb by Jay-Z/Linkin Park plays over the loudspeaker and the lights go out and the crowd cheers)
(a small river of flame begins at the front of the stage, flows down to the ramp, and once it gets to the base HUGE fire pyro goes off from the cornerposts)
(then Firefly enters the arena to a good response from the P2P crowd)
(wearing a tan duster, black jeans and shirt, he makes his way to the ring and is handed a mic)
(before he speaks he points to a group of about 5 guys in the audience that are completely marking out for him)
Firefly: Now these guys know what the hell just happened. Firefly is BACK, right in the middle of a P2P ring on the biggest show of 'em all. It's really a shame they couldn't have given me an opportunity like this while I was still here. But nonetheless, I can't complain. No, no, because tonight is an opportunity that dwars all others. Tonight, I FINALLY get SoL in between these ropes. (cheers) That's right, Firefly vs. SoL, WrestleFever. Chances are you've been reading the rumors all over the internet. What's the deal? Why these two? What kind of "heat" is it between them? Well, don't worry your precious little motherboard because I'm going to lay it all out for you right now.
(pauses and takes a breath)
Firefly: As these guys probably know, (points to the afforementioned group of guys) I started out in this business at a company called PWA. (boos) I know! But still, it was my first fed and no matter what, that first fed is always special. The only problem was that there was definately a pecking order set up by the time I debuted there. And one team that was pretty high on that pecking order was called "The WestSide Connection" which was made up of SoL and Stone. These guys were tight and they pretty much had the run of things. That is of course, pre-Firefly. I then went on to create the Axis of Carnage which overcame the WestSide Connection as THE premier stable and in a rare run-in with the PWA royalty, I burnt down SoL's segment set. Ah, that was fun. Well, things were going pretty well, ok, sure the management took over MY creation, the Axis and ruined it but hey, I was ready to break out on my own anyway. And just like it was meant to be, the PWA roster had gotten so big they were going to a roster split! I loved it. I thought for sure this was gonna be my chance to step up. So, yeah, the PWA split into two shows 1. Schizophrenia, the flagship show, and 2. Pyromania, brand new. The interesting thing about this is, who got to run both of these shows. Surreal as it seems, SoL got Schizo and Stone got Pyro. Now, sure, it seems Firefly would have been a lock to be on PyroMania but SoL himself took me and that was ok. I figured I'd be a hot property on either show.
Fast foward, and things are going ok. I'm getting a little restless because that opportunity I thought the roster split was going to give me wasn't really happening. But, I stuck it out and stuck it out until there was a neat little twist of fate at a PPV. I showed up ready to wrestle that night, only to be informed by some lackey that I had been traded to Pyro. I was shocked. SoL had not asked me about it nor even said one word about it being a possibility. I was pretty sore about it but I was going to put it behind me. It is the business. So, over to Pyro I went. And I gotta say I was much happier there. Stone seemed to really want me on his show and even greeted me and shook my hand. Finally, Firefly was on PyroMania where he probably should have been to begin with.
But some crazy stuff started happening. I say conspiracy, SoL calls it coinicidence. Here's what happened. Performer after performer started getting suspended from the PWA. And the weird thing was, they were all Pyro guys. Culminating with Stone himself being suspended. That was the ignition. Without the boss, Pyro wasn't happening. We went dark. So the Pyro guys made enough noise that finally we got a company meeting about it. Did we get an explanation? Nope. An interim GM? Nope. What we got was SoL blatently looking down on us and bragging about how great his show was and that was why we were dark. This is when I took the lead. I got up in SoL's face and told him flat out that this was bulls***. To say there was a "heated discussion" would definately be an understatement. We had it out. And sure enough, the next day I got my walking papers. SoL says I quit. Yeah, I quit and that's why they wouldn't let me back in.
After I got cooled down, it all came to me. All the pieces fell into place. SoL had sold out his old running mate and good friend by sabotoging Pyro. He got Stone's guys suspended, and then Stone himself! How freaking low is that? And with Pyro being dark, that just left Schizo which was being run by SoL. So, SoL was responsible for destroying Pyro, selling out his oldest friend in the business, and getting me kicked out of my first fed. Unbelievable. But now, all these months later, it is payback. And don't think some geek with a laptop in the back came up with this. This is the real stuff. This is real heat. And it all gets caged up in the Hell in a Cell. SoL, I am going hurt you for all the Pyro guys you screwed over. I am going to injure you for what you did to Stone. For me? For me, I'm gonna take that inflated, egomaniacal head of yours, run it back and forth against that Cell until every inch of flesh on your skull is gone. Tonight, you will finally feel THE FIRE.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 30, 2005 21:16:28 GMT 1
The scene cuts to the exterior of a burned out building. Panning to the left reveals that it is a derelict church, that has seemingly been lying in decay for decades. It's quickly made apparent that the building was once a beautiful historic sight, as the camera reveals a rare patch of untouched grey stone and an intact tower. As the camera moves around, we see the full extent of the state the crumbling structure is in. Graffiti decorates the fire and smoked damaged blackened walls, adding colour to the eerie and dark surroundings. Shattered glass litters the ruined, marbled floor, where couples once declared their love for each other, before engaging in a passionate kiss, sealing their affection and joining them as one in marriage. The way the once holy and well looked after house of God is now, is a far cry from years gone by. We quickly cut to another building that is in a pretty similar state as the church. As we are allowed to explore it further, we see that it was once a drinking establishment. Where the bar was once erected can still be made pointed out. A chalk outline of where a deceased body once lay is still visibly evident, although it has faded heavily over the years. As the scene then cuts for the third time, we find our eyes drawn to a bloody and brutal gang warfare, where young hooded and masked boys and girls hurl bottles at each other, as well as using bricks, baseball and cricket bats, chains, knives and various other horrific weapons to inflict serious harm and even death on anyone who steps into their path. Vulgar, profanity laden words escape their mouths in a loud, high pitched tone, almost disguised by a heavy, colloquial accent. As some of the naked faces are scanned, it's noticeable that some of the participants are as young as 11 years old. The camera then cuts again, to a darkened room. At the forefront of the screen, light shines, allowing us to see see the outline of three people, but it is unclear who they are. They are all sitting perfectly still, causing people to wonder if it is a frozen image. That theory is soon discarded, as we see the person in the middle clasp their hands and place them on a desk in front. Several more moments go by. The centre person then leans forward, coming fully into the light. It's Rocky. The two people flanking him remain motionless and silent, with their identity still anonymous. Occasionally blinking, Rocky stares into the camera for a further few moments of silence, before eventually speaking.
"The scenes you just witnessed were of the place I grew up. Those sights were visible all over parts of the city. There is nothing to be proud of in my home city, Glasgow. I was brought up in a rough area in Glasgow. Glasgow is a city of two colours. You either represented the green or blue side of the city. Which football team you supported determined which colour you were affiliated to. It also determined which side of the city you could stroll freely through. I've seen people murdered in the rival side of the city, just because they expressed their allegiance to their football team. I was involved in many fights, all of which were unprovoked on my part, not only through my "colour" but also random attacks at random times during the day. I have seen more bloodshed and human carnage than I cared to have in my childhood. But that's to be expected. Glasgow is a place where unemployment is high and crime rate is even higher. Glasgow is a place where, every time you turn on the news, someone has been murdered, or a child has disappeared, only to be found dead days, weeks, months or years later. We live in a bitter and twisted world, a world where we are incapable of seeing eye to eye with one another through different skin colour, religion, tastes or through the sporting team we follow. Is it any wonder why so many of us crack under the harsh realities of every day life in such an upbringing? I cracked. Many years ago, I cracked. But that was also brought on after I found the dead bodies of first my mother, murdered by my father, who also lay dead in another room, after committing suicide. It's hard not to crack, after the things inflicted upon me as an eight year old, would you not agree? Anyway, I was on a downward spiral. My only solution was to adopt a bleak outlook on life and embrace a violent tendency that had grown inside of me. Through time, this violent tendency ruled everything I did, and drove me to despise everyone I came into contact with. Soon after competing in bare knuckle boxing and underground martial arts competitions, I found my way into professional wrestling. This is where I was able to take my anger and frustration at the world in which I live, out on those unfortunate enough to step into the ring with me. This was all done in a sanctioned backdrop, where rules were kept to a minimum. This was all done in the BWF. The BWF shaped me into who I am today. As time went on and as I achieved more stature and titles in the wrestling world within the BWF, independent promotions and brutal matches in Japan, the hate I had developed for everyone walking this earth was an emotion unparalleled by anything else I had ever felt. To this day, I still feel a burning hatred inside me. This fire could never be put out. It only grew and grew. It spread throughout my entire body, until it had engulfed my mind, heart and soul. Hate may only be a four letter word on paper, but it is so much more when it inhabits a mans entire being. Like it does with me."
Rocky leans back slightly, shrouding the top half of his face in darkness, allowing only his mouth to be revealed by the light. His tongue protrudes from his mouth, as he slightly, gently runs it over his lips. With a hard swallow, Rocky inhales deeply and loudly through his nose, before exhaling the air the same way through his mouth. Still remaining in the same position, Rocky again begins to speak.
"I've been a professional wrestler for a long time now. Perhaps too long. My body aches with everything I do and with every step I take. With every step I take to my later days, I feel pain. Physical pain. Emotional pain. Pure pain. Pain. It doesn't subside. Regardless of the methods I try to ease my pain, no cure can be found. No drug works. The continuous, relentless and rigorous days of being a professional wrestler and living in this harsh and cold world are taking a toll on my young, yet seemingly old body. Every morning, after my latest bout of insomnia, I ask myself if I can continue. I ask myself if I can go on, living this way, in this state. I ask myself if it's worth it. Feeling this way, is it still the right thing to do, putting my body, and, on occasions, my life on the line? I never answer the question and, instead, continue my journey towards the end of my life. People become professional wrestlers for many different reasons. I have mine. There are those who do this to be accepted by the fans. To be accepted by the paying crowds. Not me. Why should I? Everywhere I go, everything I do in the wrestling business, they boo my actions. They jeer my talent. It's never bothered me and, to be perfectly honest, it still doesn't. I draw energy from the hatred they pour onto me. From the abuse hurled in my direction. It spurns me on. It brings the relentless, physical side out in me. But their's and my hatred does stick in my mind. What if I had chosen to walk a lighter path? What if I hadn't shrouded my entire career in darkness? What if I hadn't chosen to do some of the evil acts I've done? Would the paying public of our industry support me? Would they cheer me onto glory? Or would they still hate me? I don't know why I'm thinking about all of this now. Perhaps it's because I am due to embark on one of the most important and, hopefully, impactful nights of my career. Perhaps it's because the company I have worked so hard at making successful is about to produce one of the grandest wrestling events of all time. WrestleFever 2! Perhaps it's because I am due to embark on an all out war with the man I hate more so than anyone else in the world. I don't know. I don't have the answers. But I can answer one question. Do I regret the actions that have given me this notorious recognition? No. I can honestly, hand on heart say no, I don't. It's me. Everything I do in and out of the ring is true to me. I don't put on a facade. If I hurt someone, I don't feel remorse for it. I don't feel regret. I do it because I think it's right at the time. I don't look back on the choices I make and think that, in hindsight, I shouldn't have done that. Remorse and regret is for the weak. Those that know me, those that truly know me, will testify, willingly or otherwise, that I am far from being a weak individual. I don't wish I had done things differently. I live for the instant. If people badmouth my actions, or if people damn and condemn me for what I do in life, it's their prerogative to do so, granted. But it will hold no weight in my conscience. I'm proud of everything I've done. Whether it be the titles I've won, the careers I've ended, the agony I've caused fellow competitors, or the agony I've caused those who are not professional wrestlers, I care not. Does that make me evil? Perhaps. Yes, it probably does. I care not. It's me. It's the person I am. I will never change for anyone. Not now and not ever. If I do change my ways, it will be because I decide that a change is needed. Not because people call for it. Not because people demand it. They can demand all they want. I truly, honestly care not."
Again, Rocky pauses and again, he takes a deep breath, as his companions remain the same way they have throughout. It now appears that Rocky is becoming agitated, as he leans forward, and back. Forward and back constantly. After leaning back once more and only allowing his mouth to be illuminated by the light again, he brings his hand up to his chin and rubs his fingers over it. Leaning forward once more, he places his hands onto the desk, before lightly drumming his fingers. As he does this, the drumming becomes louder and heavier. He suddenly stops and grabs the end of the desk, before leaning forward. Holding that position, he speaks again.
"And that brings me closer to the final chapter of my life thus far. It brings me to the present day. The imminent war that I spoke of briefly before. The war against a man I once considered an ally. A man who spat in my face over a year ago. A man who has become a poor imitation of his former self. That man is none other than Shinn's Theory. The co-owner along with myself in the P2PW. As I said, we were allies a long time ago. We both wore with pride the symbol of the most feared era that this company, that this business has ever seen. The era of terror. The era of Apocalypse. Then you walked out on us Shinn's. As we began to crumble. As the foundations that were once solidified by our unity began to collapse, you bailed, Shinn's. You saw an opening to line your pockets and to become one of the most dominant figures in the history of professional wrestling. And you took it. Your selfishness got the better of you. In your attempt to reach the top, to reach higher ground, you didn't think twice and you spat in each and every one of our faces. I made you who you are, Shinn's. You can disagree with that if you so wish, but it was I who helped you reach the summit of the P2PW. It was I who elevated you to the position you are in just now. It was I, Rocky, who granted you the freedom that you now enjoy so much. And it's for this reason Shinn's. It's for this reason that I absolutely...admire you. You did exactly what I would have done. You did something for your own personal gain. But through my admiration, I cannot, I will not put aside my hatred for you. Tonight, at WrestleFever Shinn's, all the pent up anger and frustration you have caused me will erupt. All the times you double crossed me and pissed me off will set up the beginning of the end for you. Shinn's, two of the biggest forces in the P2PW will collide tonight. The shock waves will be felt throughout the entire federation for months, no, years to come. I will walk out victorious. This isn't about the Internet Title. This wouldn't even be about the World Title, should that be the belt on the line. This is all about me inflicting a tremendous amount of pain upon you. This is all about me delivering relentless punishment to you. The hatred I have for you will speak volumes for itself, once it is transfered into a flurry of sheer brutal violence. This is not a wrestling match Shinn's. This is an epic battle of proportions that will never again be matched in the P2PW. This is war. War is hell Shinn's, and your hell is here. Get ready. Does that sound familiar? Well, it's never had a more fitting occasion than it does now. I have never uttered those words so truer in all my life. This war will cause a severe amount of carnage. This war will bring a severe amount of agony, anguish and torment to you, Shinn's. As your screams twist, turn and distort in a painful, yet pleasant harmony, you will soon come to realize that death is the best possible way to end your current discomfort. Even in death, Shinn's, you shall not find peace. You shall not find an escape from me. For I will drag your lifeless and worthless corpse through hell. Know this, Shinn's. Even in hell, at the end of your life, it's not the end of your monotonous woe inflicted upon you by my hands. By the hands of Rocky. You have my word on that. And, with my word being my bond to the cause I devote it to, you can take that as gospel."
Once again, Rocky pauses in his speech. Seemingly more agitated and uncomfortable, he brings his hand up to his chin again, this time rubbing it over his face roughly. He then re-clasps his hands, before cracking his knuckles in various places. Progressively, he becomes more relaxed. After looking firstly to his left, then to his right, a smile spreads across his face, before a faint laughter is released through the wind traveling down his nose, turning into a hard, yet quiet sound that escapes from his mouth. Again, leaning forward towards the camera, the co-owner speaks once more.
"What lies in store for us and the whole of P2PW after our confrontation tonight, Shinn's, is anyone's guess. But I can tell you one thing for sure. The paths of the future for not only yourself, but everyone connected with the P2PW will be redirected. They will all cross the Rocky Roads. The careers that people have shaped out for themselves will soon change. New plans will have to me made. Unforeseen actions will force these alterations. This all starts with you Shinn's. And when all is said and done and I raise your Internet title above my head victorious while you lay motionless in a puddle of your own blood, you will realize that everything I have said today was true. After you have been dealt the blow that sends you down onto your knees, then we strike. A blast from the past will re-emerge, signaling the beginning of the end. The evolution of human belief has been shaped to suggest that the end is imminent. We are here to prove it. We are Apocalypse. And tonight, you will prepare to meet your end. It's imminent. There is no escaping it. A redux is upon us. Your being will fade into insignificance very soon. Goodbye, Shinn's. Goodbye."
Rocky once again laughs, as his two companions remain motionless and silent. As Rocky's laughter dies off, he leans back into the shadows, smiling as he does so. The camera remains focused on the outlines of the three men for several moments more. Soon after, the scene fades to black.
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Aug 30, 2005 21:38:22 GMT 1
Red Ninja _the j-man “The Tiger” Aladdin “The New Horror Show” NIN Horror, Spackle, Vegeta Soul Reaper Joe The Executioner ChadClassic Shinn’s Theory Stare
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Post by Spackle on Aug 30, 2005 21:46:12 GMT 1
Votes: Red Ninja _the j-man "The Tiger" Aladdin 1. Spackle 2. "The NZA" NIN Horror 3. JT Blade Soundscream The Executioner ChadClassic & Tyler Stone Shinns Theory Nation
Super Villains productions presents:
A Spackle the magnificent film:
Spackle is a family guy!
Coming sooNOW!
(The scene opens up on Spackle’s side, standing in a bright, white hallway. Nurses and people in hospital gowns are walking by every so often, but Spackle doesn’t break his concentration from what is apparently a wall. As always, he’s wearing his fake gray Oakley sunglasses, and his lovely pink dreads are going everywhere, but everything else about him is strangely professional. Spackle is wearing a white dress shirt, and a tie. Whether it’s a clip-on or not, remains to be seen. The camera pulls out, to reveal that the shirt is tucked into some dress slacks. Spackle never breaks his stare from the wall, until his cellphone rings. The ringtone is NIN Horror‘s theme music "A Well Respected Man". He reaches inside his right pocket and takes it out. He turns from the wall, and looks at the camera, or at least in it’s general direction, for a second He looks down at his phone, his expression never changing. He flips open the phone, pushes a button, and puts it to his ear.)
Spackle: Yo diggity.
(Spackle walks back and forth as he talks)
Spackle: Yeah, I know this isn’t exactly an emergency, but I’ve never been in this kind of shit before. You’ve been here like five times. What do I do? Deny it? Cause they can do fancy things with blood these days… yeah, I’m pretty sure its mine.
(Spackle stops and looks at the wall again. The camera moves close to his face, and turns in the direction he’s staring. It turns out that Spackle was staring at a clear window, a nurse and several clear cribs occupying the adjacent maternity ward. The camera zooms in a bit on the cribs. Spackle continues to talk as the camera focuses on a single baby on the far right side… with pink clumpy hair.)
Spackle: No, I wont give it to Jack. I may not want it, but I don’t want it to grow up… that way… you know damn well what way I mean.
(The baby looks slightly older than a newborn, which can be noticed by the fact that its clean, slightly bigger than any newborn, and the fact that it has hair. The baby is sleeping, and by the looks of it, snoring loudly.)
Spackle: Oh, you dare me to keep it? Do you think I’m retarded?
(The camera turns back to Spackle. Spackle has moved from his previous position, and is sitting in a chair near the window, his back to it. We can now see that he is wearing dirty, taped together tennis shoes along with his Mormon costume.)
Spackle: The little shits been here for four months. It’s mom dropped it… you know, that bitch from the club… our club, dumbass. Remember the one who drugged me? Remember the viagra-roofie daiquiri? Yeah. Well, she dropped it off, and they HAD to call me before they dumped it in an orphanage… Why do you keep daring me to keep it?… PUSSY!? Bitch, I’ll take care of that baby! I’ll take such good care of it, I’ll breast feed it myself.
(Spackle lowers the phone, and looks around. Then, as if realizing that it’s a cell phone, he closes it really hard, and throws it against the wall behind the camera. You can hear a light thud as it hits. Spackle puts his arm on the arm rest of the chair, then his head on his hand. He starts twitching his foot up and down. He looks at the camera.)
Spackle: The hell do you want?
(The camera man looks around, and takes a deep breath. Before he can answer, another booming voice shouts from off camera.)
Voice: RUSTY!
(Spackle looks away from the camera, and stares to the right. He has a look of anger mixed with disgust, but it’s difficult to tell while his sunglasses are on. He gets out of his chair, and starts walking to the right. The camera follows him as he goes, but pans ahead to meet the body from which the booming voice came from. It’s a very large man, a long, graying grizzly beard, a green skull cap, a red plaid shirt, blue jean suspenders, and large brown boots. The man is not an inch shorter than 7 feet, and the top of his hat nearly touches the top of the hallway. He has an indifferent expression on his face, and his bulking frame is slightly tense. He meets Spackle in the hallway, as patients look on at the giant and the pink haired goon. Spackle and the man stare at each other for a second and finally start talking. The man has a thick Canadian accent.)
Man: I see you’re every bit as fucked in the head as you were when you left, eh?
Spackle: And I see you’re every bit a fat fuck as when I left.
(The man smiles and grabs Spackle’s head. He gives him a large noogie. Spackle fights to get out and retain some dignity. He finally does, and gives the man a handshake. An average sized woman moves out from behind the large man. She’s wearing tight sweat pants and a pink t-shirt that says “Sassy bitch” on the front. Her bleach blonde hair is done up in Peggy Bundy-esque fashion. She’s wearing high heels, as displayed by her walk. She is an attractive woman, despite the fact that she’s obviously pushing sixty. She walks over to Spackle, and kisses him on the cheek. Spackle does the same, then backs off and takes a looks at the woman.)
Spackle: Ma, what are you wearing?
(The woman, unlike the man, has a thick French accent.)
Mama: It’s zee newest style from Montreal! What do you zink?
(The woman strikes a pose.)
Spackle: You look like a hooker.
Mama: Good! Zee illuzion is working, zen!
Daddy: Are you all dressed up for us?
Spackle: Huh? Oh, no. I was supposed to go to a hearing, but then… you know…
(Spackle nods towards the window. The two look, and turn back to Spackle. His mother looks at the camera. She strikes another pose. Spackle looks back at the camera, and then to back again.)
Daddy: So, what’s with the camera, then?
Spackle: They’re filming for a show, I guess. So, uh, did you want to see it?
Mama: Ooh! Yes, where is zee little raggamuffin?
(Spackle points towards the window again, and his mother runs over. The large man follows, but Spackle pulls him back by the arm. The man stops and waits.)
Spackle: So, I guess you’ve forgiven me then?
(The man’s smile fades and his face returns to an indifferent, flat expression.)
Daddy: No. Unless you gave birth to the lord Jesus Christ, I’ll never forgive you.
(The man regains his smile. He’s about to go over to the window, but Spackle stops him again.)
Spackle: So why are you smiling like the moose fucking shit you are?
(The man just stares at Spackle, his smile never fading.)
Daddy: Because the lord has given me a second chance. I’ll raise this kid right, make sure he doesn’t turn into some sodding, long-haired, hippie jackass.
(The man tries to walk away again, but is stopped once again by Spackle.)
Spackle: The fuck are you talking about? You’re not getting the little shit.
(The man’s smile fades away.)
Daddy: Well, all the hospital needs to do is check your arms to know that you couldn’t raise the kid. Who do you think they’re going to give him to? You’re girlfriend Ninny?
(Before Spackle can answer, his mother rushes over and pulls them both over to the window.)
Mama: Which one is it, Rusty?
(Spackle points to the one on the far right, with the pink clumped hair.)
Mama: Oh, my…
(Spackle’s father covers his eyes with his hand.)
Daddy: Great, he’s already a damn freak.
Spackle: Fuck you man. He was born a Spackle, he’ll die a Spackle.
(Spackle’s parents look at him, as though he were a little retarded boy.)
Daddy: You think he was born like this?
Spackle: Just like me.
Mama: Oh, zilly, babies aren’t born wis pink hair.
(Spackle looks at his mother blankly. He takes off his sunglasses, and continues to stare.)
Spackle: What about me? I was born with pink hair.
Daddy: Good God. How damn stupid can you be?
(Spackle’s father walks away in disgust. He rounds the hall corner, and pushes a couple patients out of the way as he goes. Spackle watches him leave, and then looks at his mother again, awaiting an answer.)
Mama: Dear, you we’re born with brown hair.
(Spackle stares blankly.)
Mama: When you were four, you fell into ze candy cotton machine at a Cirque de Soul show.
(Spackle continues to stare. He blinks a couple times.)
Mama: You were pink all over for a vweek, and your hair never turned back to normal.
(Spackle continues still to stare at his mother.)
Mama: Surely you remember zat?
(Spackle scratches his head.)
Mama: And zat baby iz at zeast nine months old.
(Spackle stares at his mother again for a moment, and then relaxes his expression, as if realizing something. He puts his sunglasses back on, and hugs his mother.)
Mama: Wha…?
(Spackle lets go of his mother and walks off. The camera quickly follows. Spackle walks through the twisting hallways of the hospital, walking past several patients, nurses and doctors. Spackle finally stops at an elevator, and pushes the down button. He waits, never looking at the camera. The doors open, and a short, frosted brown haired man is standing there. He is quickly recognized as Jack Kent, interviewer to the stars. He notices Spackle, and walks toward him, as if to hug him.)
Jack: Hey Spa-
(Spackle grabs Jack by the face and pushes him back into the elevator. Jack thumps against the back wall of the elevator, and Spackle leans against the right side. They both stand there for a few seconds, and Spackle looks at Jack, who is rubbing the back of his head. Jack doesn’t notice Spackle looking at him, until Spackle shouts at him.)
Spackle: Push the button!
(Jack jumps a bit, looks at Spackle, and then at the button pad. He pushes it, and the doors start to close. The camera jumps in between to get inside, and gets caught by the doors on the way in. The elevator is smaller than the average hospital, and the cameraman is struggling to find room. He works his way to the left of the elevator, and gets several shots of Spackle, Jack and the floor as he moves to his corner. When he gets situated, he has Spackle and a close up of the side of Jack’s face in the frame. Spackle looks at the camera.)
Spackle: You comfy? Good. We’ve got four floors, and this is a slow elevator.
(The elevator isn’t making a sound, but Jack is.)
Jack: So, Spackle, where’s this little bundle of joy?
(Spackle opens his mouth, a look of pleasure on his face.)
Jack: Not that bundle of joy.
(Spackle closes his mouth, and looks slightly defeated.)
Spackle: Punk wasn’t mine.
Jack: What?
Spackle: Wasn’t mine. He was a mini-me down to the pretty hair and devil-may-care attitude, but something about him just didn’t sit right with me. I noticed it when I first saw him, he just didn’t have that aura around him. That aura that defines… Me. He was also nine months old. Who ever put him there must have thought I was an idiot, thinking I wouldn’t notice the obvlicity of that ploit.
(Spackle scratches his head. So does Jack.)
Jack: So, the baby was a plant?
Spackle: Does the pope shit in the woods?
Jack: What?
Spackle: Huh?
Jack: Wait, who would do that?
Spackle: Jack, who thinks I’m an idiot? Better yet, who knows I’m an idiot?
(Jack looks at the camera, then looks at the ground. He seems to be in deep thought.)
Jack: Uhh…
(The elevator makes a sound, as it has apparently started up.)
Jack: …Everyone?
Spackle: Exactly. And what does the word everyone start with, AND end with?
Jack: E?
Spackle: Yes…
Jack: E, E?
Spackle: Right. It was E-2. The bastard’s mad about that beating I gave his bitch. You saw that punch I landed to his grill! I bet this is his way of throwing me off my game so I’d lose my chance at a title… namely, the title he might steal! Yes, it all fits. E-2 is clearly scare--
(Spackle stops, as if struck by lightning.)
Spackle: Unless… that’s what the fucker who did this wants me to think!
Jack: Who’s E-2?
Spackle: Quiet Jack! I’m deep in thought.
Jack: *Under his breath* Don’t drown…
(Spackle tugs at his beard, as the elevator makes a ding. The camera moves up to the top of the elevator doors. A small “3” is lit up. The camera moves back down to Spackle.)
Spackle: Yes, I think I’ve solved this mystery. It was my good friend, and yours, Jack, and possibly the smartest wrestler in the P2PW.
Jack: Who’s E-2?
Spackle: Yes Jack, this is much too smart a plan for that numbskull. This, this is the doing of Wolverine!
(The elevator dings again.)
Jack: Hugh Jackman?
Spackle: No! The wrestler! It’s perfect. He makes himself seem like a pussy in his match with that hack JT, just to throw me off his trail! Then again, it could have been JT himself! Or maybe that ass Scott, or even that slurpee bitch, StarCunt!
(Jack starts picking his nose, but notices the camera, and quickly withdraws it. His nose starts to bleed, possibly after-effects of his previous face hole troubles.)
Spackle: But wait… it couldn’t have been there kid, they’re all obviously virgins, and Scott is a bit fruity. Well, I’m sure StarCunt has plenty of illegitimate little bastards running around, but she doesn’t have the marbles to pull something like this, literally.
Jack: What, is she a woman?
Spackle: I have my doubts. But I think I know who did this. It’s the same man who tried and convince me to keep the kid. It was the only man who could seed a woman, and allow her to give birth to a baby that cool besides myself. It was, none other then, my best friend and fellow wrestler AND opponent at Wrestlefever. It is…
(A slight pause.)
Spackle: Ninny.
(The elevator lets out multiple rings. The camera looks up, and sees that a little “1” is lighting up and dimming down repeatedly. The camera moves back to Jack and Spackle, who notice it too. Jack reaches over and bangs on the button panel. The dinging stops. Spackle stares at the camera and Jack.)
Spackle: MAYBE I WASN’T YELLING LOUD ENOUGH. I SAID IT WAS NINNY WHO PLANTED THAT BABY.
(The cameraman speaks.)
C-man: Yeah, I figured that.
Jack: I’m not even sure what’s going on, and I figured that much out.
(Spackle scratches his head.)
Spackle: Huh.
(The elevator doors open, and Jack makes to leave. Spackle stops him. He pushes him back into the elevator. The doors close.)
Spackle: Sorry, I left something on the third floor.
Jack: What?
Spackle: Medicine
Jack: For what?
Spackle: Never you mind. While we’re going up, you’re going to do your job.
(Spackle pulls out some cards from his pocket. He hands them to Jack.)
Jack: What do I do with these?
Spackle: Do what you do best.
(Jack looks at the cards, then back at Spackle.)
Jack: I don’t see how I can do that to cards, and without baby-oil.
(Spackle shakes his head.)
Spackle: Interview me, fag.
Jack: Oh. That.
(Jack looks at the cards, as the motor on the elevator starts up.)
Jack: So, I just read these?
(Spackle nods, and Jack reads.)
Jack: Hello, I’m a great big gay.
(Jack pauses, then continues.)
Jack: And tonight, I’m interviewing Doctor Spackle, PhD. My first question I pose to you, Dr., is what do you think of E-2 attacking you after your match?
(Jack looks up at Spackle.)
Spackle: Well, I personally feel the man was out of bounds. His hussy gets lain on her back, which isn’t anything out of the ordinary, and he decides to take it upon himself to run in and disturb me during my post match prayer. More than disturb me, but to strike me! Well, I don’t care what kind of reputation you have in some WWE-lite piece of shit fed like p2pw, you bother me because you’re mad that your personal slut couldn’t beat me, after running her mouth about taking my manhood, and I’ll bring a personal vendetta onto you, your retarded partner, and your little bitch too. I’ll be awaiting a public apology. If I don’t get one, or if I get something along the lines of “I’m sorry… YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!” you will feel my wrath. You will feel the wrath of… Spackle.
(Spackle hangs his head, while Jack shuffles his cards.)
Jack: Okay, Dr. What is your thoughts on your--
(Spackle raises his head.)
Spackle: Wait, that was supposed to be the last question!
Jack: Huh?
Spackle: You’re reading them in wrong order! The cameraman was supposed to fade out on my serious face, to show Death row I mean business! If you ask me anymore questions, I’ll look like a tool!
(Jack looks at Spackle, then at the cards, then at Spackle again.)
Jack: Well, don’t you look “toolish”
(Jack giggles under his breath. Spackle punches him in the arm. His scream covers up the sound of the elevator dinging.)
Jack: Ow! What the hell?
Spackle: Just read the questions.
(Jack rubs his arm and looks down at the questions.)
Jack: Okay, Dr. What is your thoughts on your match at Wrestlefever, the battle royal for a chance at any title you wish?
Spackle: Well, what a stupid question Jack.
(Jack looks dumbfounded.)
Jack: But you wrote it…
Spackle: The only person who poses a threat in this match is Ninny, and he obviously feels threatened, or he wouldn’t have planned out this whole fake baby shit. I’ve got him where I want him, pinned up against a wall.
(Jack sniggers.)
Spackle: *angrily* He’s worried that I’m too big a threat, and that if I have a little punk to worry about, I’ll be distracted enough that he’ll have a pushover to… push over in our match. I got him scared, he knows it, I know it, and none of his big words, irrelevant references or thought out SHOOT STYLE promos can change that. To everyone else, I’d like to say that you people are non-factors. I don’t want to waste time telling everyone here what they already know: That you eight aren’t worth the dog shit firmly caked in my shoes. I’ll go into Fever, undefeated I might add, and leave with another win, and any title I wish to bring a little class to.
(A loud, droning fart is heard. Spackle gets a grimace on his face. Jack looks around. The elevator dings, and the doors open.)
Spackle: Well I think we’re all done here.
Jack: Uh, yeah, I only have two cards.
(Spackle walks out the elevator door. The camera moves over to get a shot of him leaving, and while it does, it also gets a shot of a sign nearby. It says “Moosonee general hospital: Third floor, wing A. External and sexually transmitted diseases. The camera zooms past the sign onto the back of Spackle’s hair. It may just be glare, but a definate halo of light is seen around his head. It stays on this shot until the elevator doors close. The camera then goes black on the doors.)
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Post by shinnstheory on Aug 30, 2005 21:58:18 GMT 1
The Executioner's Promo[/b][/u]
Promo :
The Executioner is seen walking back and forth impatiently as he looks to be raring to end Jessica McDaniel's career.He walks to the nearby stool and sits down he looks towards the camera and looks around the room at the many pipes and tools. Execution looks back at the camera.
Executioner: Jessica i want you to take a look at what happened to S-K-Y on superstar Sunday. That is what you can expect when i get my hands on you. You will fall to the floor a shatter soul and nobody will come to pick you up and to put the icing on the cake. I will stand there as rocky tells you your fired then i will return to the ring and spit in your face.
Executioner: Your a waste of space for real talent why even show up for the match.Listen to the Executioner stay home save yourself the embarrassment of being publicly beaten and fired. Tonight i will prove to the P2PW i am no joke.
Executioner raises his hands to the sky as if his words were like a Sunday service.
Executioner: Tonight the world will know who it is that ends careers around here. It's not that Mick Foley wannabe Cactus. It's not that girl guide in a dark spooky entrance soul reaper. Tonight they will learn I am the true murderous superstar. I'm going to take you to hell tonight just like i took S-K-Y and busted him up and shattered his dreams to pieces. Tonight were going to dance bitch and its your last Waltz.
[glow=red,2,300]Prepare to be executed then prepare to be fired.[/glow]
Executioner is heard laughing like a madman as the zeroin fades to black.
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(This is exactly how Joe sent me the promo. I didn't add anything, at all, to it....besides the heading at the very top. He's on vacation and PMed me this promo on August 28th.)
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Post by _the j-man on Aug 30, 2005 22:34:39 GMT 1
Red Ninja
_the j-man
Aladdin
1.) NIN Horror 2.) J.T. Blade 3.) Stevo 316
Soundscream
The Executioner
Deathrow (Cactus & E-2)
Rocky
Stare
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Post by Scream on Aug 30, 2005 22:57:41 GMT 1
[glow=red,2,300]Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil[/glow]
SoundScream is seen lying on a black leather couch. There is a coffee table to the side with an abacus and a C.D. A woman is sitting across from him in a chair. She looks very professional. Her hair is tied back and her skirt barely passes her knee.
Woman Relax SoundScream. Close your eyes and relax. Only when you conquer your fears will you be able to truly release all that bothers you. Take a deep breath…now relax.
(SoundScream closes his eyes)
The scene opens to an abandoned house. Shutters hang from the windows as pieces of the house lay their last grips on the foundation. Crows circle the decaying house and those not flying sit on the branches of dying trees. The scene then shifts inside. A group of people are sitting in a semi-circle. A man sits in the center holding a book on his lap. There are five people including SoundScream. Four men and one woman. SoundScream sits in his chair eyeing each one of the people. They all look vaguely familiar. The man with the book hands each one of them a name tag and asks if they’d write their names. Everyone quickly writes their names down, including SoundScream. SoundScream eye’s the names. Tyler, Trent, Gormy and F. Stare.
F. Stare
Well, most of us know why we are here and some do not. All of you either have or soon will cheat death or join it. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you all are going to die. Maybe not today but eventually we’ll all be dead. I’m not kidding around here, it’s true. Sometime, some day, some night, dead.
(SoundScream eyes everyone and smirks as if F.Stare is a quack. Trent seems more interested in his shoelaces as Gormy chomps on a piece of gum. Tyler seems to be the only one interested in the conversation. Stare continues on as something tinks off the window. SoundScream looks and sees a man in the distance. He focuses again on Stare.)
F. Stare (stares at everyone)
So how do you think you’ll go? Heart attack? Car accident? Hell, maybe one of you could die in this very house.
(Stare quickly stares at SoundScream and then at the others. Trent shrugs his shoulders, while Gormy mouths, I DON’T CARE. SoundScream stares again at Tyler who is now leaning forward staring intently on Stare. Again something tinks against the window. Scream turns and sees the same man, dressed in a black trench coat. It looks as if he is digging. Dark clouds slowly creep in from behind the mountains. Again he turns toward Stare.)
F. Stare
My preference would be assasination. Then when I die it’s my own event, I could even get my own spot on the calendar. F. Stare day. Do you realize that close to 145,000 people die a day? And that’s not counting your pets. That’s about 2 people per second. In that time it takes me to talk to you, 500 people just died. 501 if my assassin is in this room.
(Tyler snorts but quietly refrains. Another tink hit’s the window)
F. Stare
Death will claim us all. Even bitches. Death loves bitches.
(SoundScream looks at Stare as if he misspoke and shakes his head. He again eyes the others who are all doing their own thing. Trent is now trying to catch a fly. Again something tinks at the window. Scream looks out and sees the man still digging. The man turns and stares at SoundScream. SoundScream can’t make out the man but it seems that the man is pointing at SoundScream. Stare continues to talk.)
F. Stare
It’s not like Soul Reaper has a do not kill list.
(SoundScream quickly jerks his head towards Stare. A small stream of blood trickles form Stare’s nose. Stare points at all of them)
F. Stare
I don’t know how all of you will die but I do know that the bitch will be buried. And the bitch will be buried in this house.
(Stare points at SoundScream and begins to laugh as do the rest of the people. Gormy starts stomping her feet and bobbing her head chanting bitch, bitch, bitch. Trent claps his hands as well while Tyler just stares at Stare. SoundScream stands up and flings his chair.)
SoundScream
I’m nobodies bitch dammit.
Stare (points behind Scream)
Now, that’s not what he said.
(Stare begins laughing hysterically as blood trickles faster out of his nose and drips onto the floor. Tyler leans down and rubs his index finger in the blood. SoundScream looks as Tyler spells out bitch. Scream quickly darts his head towards the window. A hoard of flies swarm the window as the man outside motions for Scream to come. SoundScream looks back at the group and runs out of the room. He opens the door and steps on the dusty ground. Wind begins to pick up as rain drops slowly drip from the sky. Scream looks around but the man is gone. The only thing left is a hole in the ground and a shovel sticking out of a mound of dirt. SoundScream approaches the hole. Thunder begins to roll in as the rain gets heavier. SoundScream takes his newspaper and holds it over his head. He looks in the hole. All that is there is a dusty coffin. The coffin is poorly put together as nails stick out here and there. Something is inscribed on the wood. SoundScream slowly slides down the soiled slope and removes some of the dirt. After removing the debris he sees the sketching. The sketching reads, “Inside is your destiny.”
SoundScream
My destiny? Hell no.
(SoundScream starts to walk away. A woman’s voice is head.)
Woman
You have to face your fear.
(SoundScream groans and goes back. He slowly opens the coffin. Inside is a mirror and a note. The note is written in red and reads, BITCH. SoundScream’s eyes widen as he sees a figure behind him through the mirror. Before he can turn something smashes him in the head sending him down. For a brief moment he can hear someone whistling and the creaking of the coffin shutting. It is dark and dirt can be heard splashing on the coffin. It is dark and dirt can be felt seeping through the cracks of the wooden coffin. It is dark and….)
SoundScream
I can’t breath! Get me out. GET ME OUT DAMMIT.
Woman
Shhhh…You’re out. Relax. You can breath. You must conquer your fear. Now, relax.
(SoundScream is seen on the couch. Beads of sweat swell on his forehead. He again closes his eyes. He is seen breathing heavy. His hands gripping the couch.)
SoundScream
Relax? I can’t…. (takes a deep breath) I can breath. I can breath. I can breath. I'm not afraid to die...
(Scene opens again to the hole in the ground. Two feet are seen as a man is whistling a tune. The sound of a shovel ripping into the ground is heard as dirt is seen splashing on top of what remains of the coffin. The camera slowly pans up to see that the man is SoundScream. He begins to laugh as he spears the shovel into the wet ground.)
SoundScream
HAHAHA. Soul Reaper you son of a bitch, what you thought you could do you couldn’t. Today I buried my weaknesses come WrestleFever I BURY YOU. You think you are something special? The boogieman, the man that can’t be beat. You see I had a plan all along when we teamed up. Did you honestly think for one minute that you could trust me? While we ripped through P2PW I studied you. I profiled your every move. Your strengths and your weaknesses. Oh yes, Soul Reaper has weaknesses. And come WrestleFever I’ll unravel you for what you really are. Don’t take me lightly Reaper, don’t for one second take me lightly, cause if you do…I’m sorry but you’ll fail. You can flap your gums saying that you’re the reason I beat Cactus that you’re the reason I’m the International Champion, BUT YOU’RE WRONG. I am where I am today because of my determination to be the best. Come WrestleFever I’m going to do what many have failed to do. I’m going to bury your ass. A couple weeks ago you brought me to this very site. You left me in that house behind me to die. You had no remorse, you had no regrets when you shut that door behind you. I remember once you came up to me and said there are six million ways to die, all you have to do is choose one. You see when you left me in that house there was no light, no escape. I couldn’t walk. Survival was my only thought. The floors, where there are floors are weak. One false step is suicide. Not only did I get out of the house but I became the house. Do I want to go back in that retched death trap again, no. Will I go back in that house and prove to all my critics that I can beat you, that I will beat you? Hell yes. So welcome to MY house Reaper. The door will be open and when it shuts we get it on. You can call me all the names you want Reaper but when it’s all said and done…WHEN IT’S ALL SAID AND DONE AND YOU LAY BROKEN ON THAT HOUSES FLOOR I WILL STAND OVER AND I WILL ASK YOU ONE QUESTION. WHAT’S MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME? That’s right Reaper. Think about it. You don’t know me. Don’t pretend to know me and don’t try to. Because after Fever people won’t be calling me your bitch….no, no, they’ll be calling me YOUR DADDY.
(As SoundScream is finished a black Viper SRT10 Roadster pulls up. Inside is the woman. She steps out and lets her hair down. She hands SoundScream the keys and a C.D)
Woman
Now, it’s time for us to relax…daddy.
(the woman rubs her hand through SoundScream’s hair and jumps in the car. SoundScream stares at her and smiles wildly. He then looks at the C.D. It says “Blue Oyster Cult.” SoundScream smiles and walks toward the car. He takes the C.D. out of the case and puts it into the C.D. changer. He presses for track number 6. “Don’t Fear the Reaper” scrolls across his dash. The rain has subsided as sun starts to peek from behind the mountains. Scream throws the car in drive and speeds off leaving a cloud of dust behind. The scene ends as “Don’t Fear the Reaper,” by Blue Oyster Cult plays on.)
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Post by _the j-man on Aug 30, 2005 23:29:10 GMT 1
BACKSTAGE
The camera is fading on to the backstage area where the P2PW Superstars are walking around getting prepared for WrestleFever II, we see many P2PW favorites as the camera walks by. A door comes into frame as it reads "_the j-man" on the door, fans in the Arena watching the pre-show let out a mixed-reaction for the New P2PW Superstar. All of the sudden, the door swings open and it's _the j-man's manager & trainer, SMOKEY!!!
Smokey: What's up, muthaf*ckah! We've been expecting yo ass for a while now. C'mon in, bitch!
The crowd laughs as we watch the camera enter the locker room. We see _the j-man with his ankles chained around a pull-up bar as _the j-man lifts himself up doing a consistent flow of sit-up's while his ankles hang from the bar. Smokey has a grin on his face, as he pulls out one of his finely rolled "cigars" with green. He puts it in his mouth lighting it slowly.
Smokey: See what you're looking at here, Mr. Cameraman. Well, sheeeeet son I know you know what we're looking at here... We're looking at the NEXT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION in P2PW baby. We're talking about the only Undefeated Wrestler in P2PW after WrestleFever II, baby. We're looking at the finest black specimen on the planet, he's lean, he's cut, just like Bruce Lee was, he doesn't have any fat on his body, he works hard to get the goal he wants to achieve, just like the famous Bruce Lee. But he does have weaknesses...
As the "cigar" is now lit, we see Smokey walk over to _the j-man who is still doing his sit-up's and then leans down with a grin on his face. We see Smokey start puffing on the "cigar" as he looks at _the j-man with a grin on his face.
Smokey: Hey, champ.
_the j-man looks to Smokey, then is met with a full blown cloud of smoke into his face as the crowd pops, _the j-man makes a motion of being "knocked unconcious" as the crowd laughs and then he grins at him. He takes the blun... err... "cigar" out of Smokey's mouth and preceeds to puff it and then go back to doing sit-up's.
Smokey: God damn, will you look at that?! Will you look at that?! Who do you know would take his damn smoke break during his sit-up exercises! That's a champion right there, baby! A champion among little boys here at P2PW. And that's what the "n00b Killer" is going to realize... He....
Once Simz nick-name is mentioned, we see _the j-man unchain himself and land on his feet, he stands up taking a phat rip off the "cigar" handing it over to Smokey as he blows the smoke into the camera as we here a more serious tone strike _the j-man's voice, more than ever recently.
_the j-man: I sat back and I waited when I first signed up in P2PW, my first match was against this knucklehead, Simz, member of the Blood Pack. He was feared by some of the people that walked into P2PW. They even gave him that digusting nick-name that makes me want to vomit every time I hear it, the n00b Killer. First, lets get facts straight, I may be new to P2PW but not to the world of wrestling. If this chump thinks for one second that he has it figured out, he's dead wrong. You see the only times I fought this man, I bitched slapped him across the arena and the last time, he was a punk bitch and attacked me from behind. I'm considered a n00b here but I know what this company stands for... PERSON 2 PERSON WRESTLING! What you did Simz was not Person 2 Person, it was Lil' Bitch 2 Grown Man sneak attacking. I look at what you've become since I've showed up here, a NEVER-WAS! There is no more Blood Pack, you couldn't even hold it together against J.T. Blade while I was pimp-slapping him all over the Arena a week before. I've already grown tired of your act, Simz. You haven't been able to say a word to me since I've punked you. And you know why, people? It's because he's scared! He's scared of what I'm going to do to him, he doesn't know who I am, or what I'm capable of. All that man witnessed in my first match with him was that I don't back down from a fight. That's what this has become, a goold old fashioned, ghetto brawl and I know my way when it comes to getting physical. When I'm not wrestling in that ring, I'm here training or I'm wrestling in another city or country for that matter. What are you doing Simz? Your worrying about your mello-drama with the Blood Pack, here's a little NEWSFLASH for you buddy, NO GIVES 2 FLYING $H!T'$ about the Blood Pack! They want more of what I bring to the table, they want more of _the j-man! And while I hate people, especially wrestling fans, like many others that our un-equal to my stature... I put there asses into those seats. While I'm making a crack about there mom and how I pumped that bitch, making her feel special, which she hasn't felt for 30 years... They still come to see me. I have the one thing you don't have Simz, charisma. Charisma is what it takes to be a champion, I have all the charisma in the world. I made a promise to myself & to Smokey once I got on a roll in P2PW and that promise was to be Undefeated until I earned my shot for the P2PW World Heavyweight Championship. Your just another name on my hit-list, Simz. And after WrestleFever II, the n00b Killer will be officially... ONE-EIGHT-SEVENED, I'm putting him in the hospital, so he can have feeding tubes in his throat, I'm going to turn this fool into a damn Vegetable, BELIEVE THAT!
_the j-man starts smoking his "cigar" again as Smokey with a glassy eyed look on his face giggles for a second as he starts talking once again.
Smokey: You see, you see! That's a champion right there baby, that's the future baby, just wait, after WrestleFever II the World Cha....
_the j-man cuts off Smokey as he hands him the "cigar" back as he heard Smokey speaking. He puts his hand over his mouth and then points to the camera.
_the j-man: Let me finish that sentence for you, Smokey. After WrestleFever II, the Future of P2PW, _the j-man... I WANT NATION!!!
The crowd explodes at the sound of the #1 Contenders name. _the j-man gets a bit irritated at the pop for one of P2PW's most popular stars.
_the j-man: I want the Almighty "Bad-Ass" himself. The ones the fans love to cheer, I wanted a piece of this fool ever since I walked into P2PW. I watched this guy, I watched this "great" #1 Contender LOSE his damn Rage Championship to Addryd! He lost! Then he went to a NO CONTEST! Are you kidding me? Nothing pisses me off more than watching some cracker get spoon fed his chances at titles. Would I ever get that kind of treatment? OH HELL NO! Nation you're nothing more than an OVER-HYPED SACK OF $H!T, I've seen dozens upon dozens of wrestlers like you... Goldberg, Brock Lesnar, Hulk Hogan... All wrestlers who didn't deserve the shit they recieved. While you waited for your oppurtunity at the World Championship, you still danced around with the Rage Championship. If that was me in your shoes, not only would I be Rage Champion, but I would win the World Championship as well. I want to make this loud and clear though, whether you walk out of WrestleFever II as World Champion or not... One way or another, I'm going to get what I want and that's to shut your mouth. You have the jaw that never wants to sleep, so after tonight's match with Stare. I want you to know I'll be waiting to face you. Any time, any place, any where!
Smokey: [Hitting the "Cigar"] AND YOU KNOW WHY?!!!
_the j-man: BECAUSE I'M A BLACK MUTHAF*CKIN' MAN!!!
We watch _the j-man take the last bit of the "cigar" puff it a few times then he puts it out in the lens of the camera. The crowd boos as we see _the j-man start doing push-up's for Smokey as he continues to get ready for the N00B vs. N00B KILLER match at WrestleFever II. With that, our camera slowly fades out to black.
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Post by "Black Label" Sean Patterson on Aug 31, 2005 0:15:57 GMT 1
My votes :
Diddly the j_man Aladdin NIN Horror/Starcrunch/J.T. Blade Reaper Jessica Death Row Shinn's Stare
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Post by Stare on Aug 31, 2005 1:17:23 GMT 1
A KING'S FALL, A NATION'S RISE [/size][/center] On a warm September night, the arena is packed. The WrestleFever 2 banner is seen above the capacity crowd as the camera is focusing on thousands of fans jumping up, and going crazy, but no audio is heard, just a low air noise. The camera pans back and forth and focuses on a small white square. It zooms is as ropes are soon visible, and steel posts are seen coming from the corners of the square. A pair of steel steps lay at the edge, and the camera zooms in on the same WrestleFever 2 logo from the banner. The air noise that is the only audio we hear slowly becomes louder, and then is taken over as the fasn cheering slowly fades in over it. A slow "Nation!" chant starts up as the camera focuses on an individual lying motionless in the middle of the ring. It soon becomes evident that the individual is Stare himself. A shadow is seen over Stare, and the shadow is that of a muscular individual standing on a turnbuckle, holding a nicely-sized belt above his head
What if you lost everything that you hold so dear to you? Everything that meant anything to you? What if the one thing you worked for your entire life was taken away from you like that!?[/b] a snap of fingers is heardYour life would crumble. You'd have to sit back and watch someone else live the life that you know should be yours.[/b] The backstage area of a P2PW event is booming. There are Stare t-shirts hung high above the man who is selling merchandise. "I can see it in your eyes . . ." is read on the shirt. The people are all flocking around as the salesman has a look of being overwhelmed on his face. All the mumbling from the kids, and not one word can be made out. Finally, a kids voice seems to rise up over everyone else's voiceKid:[/color] I want a Nation shirt! I want a Nation shirt! The man reaches up beside the packed row of Stare t-shirts and grabs the last Nation shirt, and hangs a "Sold Out" sign in it's place. We here a loud moan as we pan back over to see that all the kids are walking away dissapointed. The salesman takes a breather as the customers walk away
Fame is a funny thing. What one person thinks of you snowballs, and their thoughts influence someone else to think the same of you, whether it's good or bad. It keeps becoming an opinion of more and more people. It determines who you are and how you are viewed in this business. It also shows you exactly who the fans appreciate more, and who they are in support of. The full row of t-shirts that are left . . . it's a shame.
The screen slowly fades to grey as it goes black
But the worst part is yet to come. What happens when a King falls, and a Nation rises? When someone begins to try and live the life that is meant for you?
Music hits hard as we see fans screaming in favor. Nation is in the ring, annihalating various opponents. He knocks down opponent after opponent, easily, with little try. The fans cheering slowly dwindle down, as their hero, Nation, continues to stay on top. He appears unstoppable, but the fans still slowly dissipate until there is nobody in the arena. Nation is seen with the World Title over his shoulder, a leather jacket on, and a gym bag thrown over his other shoulder. He looks around with a look of dissapointment as he walks out of the arena.
A life that isn't made for you can not be controlled by you. You can't remain on top forever, and eventually, the same people that loved you will turn on you, just for the sake that you've become stale to them. Nation is the World Champion, and I accept that. I accept that it will bring about the downfall of the P2PW, because the rumors are true . . . Nation is unstoppable. Being invincible has a price. The end will come about if the Nation rises above the King, it is inevitable
Nation is seen walking through a doorway. The room is barely lit, but becomes dark quickly as he leaves. The doors shut behind him and a sign reads "P2PW: Closed"
. . . and all because of a simple Main Event on the grandest stage of them all. WrestleFever 2, the possible beginning of a certain demise.-------------------------------------------------- The screen goes to white as a figure walks in front of the white. He looks back at the screen, and slowly turns around as we see Stare. He nods along, looking a bit emotionless. He shakes his head and stares down at the floor for a moment. He slowly look up at the screen.Stare:[/b] . . . And the harsh reality is that, no matter how true it is, you morons still want to see Nation as champion! Nation, the same guy who wasnt there for you when you wanted to see him crush Sean Patterson into the ground! Nation, the same man who has a reputation of missing events! Nation will never be there for you when you need him to be, and I, I NEVER turned my back on any of you! I've always gave you what you want, what you asked for, and in the end, what has it gotten me? Nothing but Doubt! From the day I won the strap, people began to look down on me, cause I wasn't chasing the dream anymore. I had achieved what I set out to do, and it made me weak in all of your eyes! It made me the bad guy! It made me the guy that you wanted to see lose! Stare shakes with anger as his face is bloodshot. He continues, and talks very intenslyStare:[/b] Yet, I still fought for each and every one of you. I took out Soul Reaper a second time! People said, "But, Stare. He's Satan himself! Nobody can beat him twice!". Then what happened? I silenced the critics and I threw Soul Reaper in the back of an ambulance, and I stuck that pedal to the floor, and I gave the most hated man in the P2PW what everyone wanted to give him! A dose of pain! I was on top of the World, but my downfall with you people had already started. I remember when I stepped into the ring with Da Man. Da Man, the man that betrayed you all when he left for the WWE! And what did you jackasses have the nerve to do? You picked him over me! You said, "Sorry Stare, but it's Da Man's fate! You can't beat him!" And THEN WHAT HAPPENED!? I took that bad excuse for a gorilla, and I put him on the shelf, just like everyone wanted me to! I am the man that gave you what you wanted! I am the man that gave you every drop of blood, every tear, and every ounch of energy I had to make sure you people went home happy! I AM YOUR SAVIOR! Stare is visibly upset as he is shaking. He wipes the sweat off his chin as he calms himself down, breathing in and out. He finally looks up, with almost eyes that want to explain how they feel as he continuesStare:[/b] And now, I'm entering the biggest match in my career, and everyone has abandoned me. For the first time in my career, there is nobody patting me on the back, and there is nobody pulling for me to win the big one. I'm alone! I'm alone! I'm alone . . . and I love it! I dont have to listen to you people who are supposed to be my allies telling me "Hey, Stare. You know, Nation is the man! He is going to take that title from you!". I despise every one of you. You doubt me, and I prove you wrong. Time and time again, for the past months, this is how this circle has gone. So, I love what I did! I'd do it again, only more sadistic! Because, deep down, I always wanted to slap every one of the fans and every one of the guys in the back across the face! I wanted to slap you and say "I have this belt, because I am better than YOU!". I'm better than everyone because I do the impossible, over and over again! Stare calms himself down once again. He quickly continues[/i] Stare: That video was for you Nation! It was to show you what will happen if you win! To be honest, there was no video necessary, cause you could've taken one look at me and my time here, and you would've seen what you will become. You can't stay on top too long Nation, they'll turn their backs on you. They'll want someone else on top eventually You'll realize that you are the only one that you have to rely on. You'll realize that being the World Champion means having to watch out for yourself. Your buddy Shinns, and your fellow Englishman, McKenna, they both will eventually want that gold, and they will do to you what I did to you . . . they'll hurt you any way possible. It's a greedy business Nation. Everyone that has been on top knows it. Stare smirks a little, and then he smiles kindly as he looks at the cameraStare:[/b] Last and not least, to everyone in the back, with their name on the beautiful P2PW Roster, I would just like to say FUCK YOU!!! Stare laughs to himself as he continuesStare: You people that hate the fact that I'm champion, fuck you! You people who hate the fact that I have power here, fuck you! The Board of Directors who didn't approve of my actions, fuck you! Cause, when it comes right down to it, you all are just jealous, and you KNOW it! You hate the fact that someone that has power can also have this World Title! And, the whole time, you want to criticize that I was here because I was good buddies with the Co-Owners of this federation, and I was in the good graces of the Board. It never crossed your mind that maybe I was here because I earned it! Maybe because I'm a good wrestler! Fuck each and every one of you! Stare smiles as he situates his jacket. He reaches to the collar of his shirt and pulls a pair of sunglasses off and situates them on his head. He smiles with pride in himself as he continues once againStare: This is what it's about Nation. This is what Freddie Blassie was telling you to reach for all those nights in the bar. You doubt too much to ever hold this belt Nation. I never had to ask anybody if they thought I was championship material. I never went to an old geezer and asked him if he thought I was good enough. All that shows is that you aren't ready, Nation. You aren't ready. So, everyone is telling you that I can't beat you. And everyone is telling you that Fever 2 will be your night. And everyone is telling you that you're special, and an asset to this company. Well, Nation . . . I'm not everyone. I think you're nothing, and at Fever, I'm gonna show the whole World what a joke you really are! Stare smiles and walks away as the camera stays focused on the white screen. The shadow of Stare is seen as he walks back into the shot, this time, with the world title in his handStare: Just one more thing Nation . . . I don't want to look into your eyes. No reason for that, I know what you really are. I want you to realize it for yourself. So, the next time you stare at my World Title, maybe you should take a closer look, and take the time to look into your own eyes. It won't be desire that you see coming from those eyes, it'll be doubt, because I think you already know that WrestleFever won't change a thing. At Fever, a Nation will fall to a King's feet, cause without a strong leader, the Nation will crumble. Just look for yourself . . . Stare holds the belt up to the camera, and for a second, you can see Nation's face reflecting back, echoing the doubt that he has
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Post by Stare on Aug 31, 2005 1:19:36 GMT 1
Red Ninja _the j-man Aladdin
1. NIN 2. Vegeta 3. Spackle
Soul Reaper The Executioner Trent Acid & MVP-Don Rocky Stare
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Aug 31, 2005 3:46:58 GMT 1
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH - IRON MAN MATCH Nation
RAGE TITLE MATCH Gormy
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH - BROKEN HOME MATCH Soundscream (c)
TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH MVP-Don & Trent Acid (c)
UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH Shinn's Theory (c)
HELL IN A CELL MATCH - RAGE RULES Firefly vs. SoL
STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH - RAGE RULES Shane Montez vs. SteveTKO
NOOB VS. NOOB KILLER MATCH Simz
NON-SANCTIONED STREET FIGHT - RAGE RULES Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna vs. Dickie Cha'Mone
FIRST BLOOD MATCH "The Tiger" Aladdin
SINGLE'S MATCH - THE TRUELY INSANE Red Ninja
THE ULTIMATE BATTLE ROYAL Starcrunch, Wolverine, J.T. Blade
LOSER LEAVE TOWN MATCH Jessica McDaniels
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