WrestleFever II - Preview, Promos, & Voting

[lockjaw]

OOC: I missed the last bus i would be able to take so i'm leaving in the evening tommorrow (it's 11:47 PM here).

Votes:
Red Ninja
j man
aladdin
1.NIN Horror
2.Jt blade
3.Vegeta
soundScream
Executioner
Deathrow-offical faction of the chopping block.
Rocky
Nation

[shinnstheory]

WrestleFever II Commercial

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Dumb and Dumber Spoof[/b][/color][/u]

Starring:
ChadClassic
Gormy
Trent Acid
Mary Lindsay[/b]


We see a "WrestleFever 2" banner flash across the screen as we cut to a scene inside a limo. In the back sits Gormy and in the driver's seat sits an individual. The camera quickly changes to a shot of the driver's seat as it is revealed to be ChadClassic. The audio is changed form the arena as they laugh to the realization that Dumb and Dumber is about to be spoofed as we switch to the audio of the commercial.

ChadClassic: So, uh, why ya heading to the airport? Flying somewhere?

Gormy looks up smiling with a dumbfounded look

Gormy: Heh, how'd you guess?

ChadClassic: Well, I saw you had a lot of luggage, and then I saw the airplane tickets and I just put 3 and 4 together.

Gormy: 3 & 4?

ChadClassic: Yeah, my win/loss record!

Gormy: Ohhhh ...

Gormy situates herself as a look of uncomfortability comes over her face

ChadClassic: What's the matter? Nervous about the flight?

Gormy: . . . Something like that

Chad takes his eyes off the road as he turns around

ChadClassic: There's really nothing to worry about Gormy! I mean, statistically, they say you're more likely to die in a crash on the way to the airport than on the actual flight!

A car explodes in the background from the intersection Chad sped through

Gormy: Umm, driver, Can you keep your eyes on the road?

ChadClassic: Oh yeah! Good thinking. And the name's not driver. Name's Classic . . . ChadClassic.

Gormy: Name's Gormy. I'm the Undisputed Internet Champion of the P2PW.

Chad's eyes widen as he looks to his passenger side and smiles. He looks back into the rearview mirror

ChadClassic: Really? Well, me and my friend were deciding to open up a wrestling gym, and then we contemplated opening up a pet store, but I think we're going to sell drugs illegally instead!

Gormy smiles and nods

Gormy: That's nice. . .

There is a brief pause as Chad continues to smile, and finally speaks

ChadClassic: I've got acid!

Gormy is taken away by Chad's words as she looks up with a look of disgust

Gormy: Beg your pardon?

The car comes to a screeching stop. The passenger side door opens as an individual approaches the back of the limo as Chad turns around

ChadClassic: . . . I said "I've Got ACID!"

The back window is smashed in as Trent Acid busts through the back of the limo and grabs Gormy. She is pulled out as Trent throws her into the back alley as a garbage can flies from the alley as the WrestleFever 2 logo appears on the screen

Voice: WrestleFever 2! Coming soon!

Chad is standing at the limo smiling as Gormy walks out of the alley and winks at Chad. She walks away with her Internet Belt over her shoulder. Chad looks on and walks to the alley confused. He looks on in shock as Trent is lying on his back in pain

ChadClassic: Where's the belt?

Trent Acid: It's gone! I got robbed by a little old lady, and I never saw it coming!

Chad looks up in shock and turns around as P2PW Board Representative, Mary Lindsay, walks by the alley way smiling. Chad sits down beside Trent angry

ChadClassic: We're never going to obtain any P2PW gold!

The logo flashes on the screen one more time as we cut

[McKenna]

Voting is as follows for the matches (ps thanks to all those who voted for me in a Rage Rules Match, after Shinns had told you, shame they wont count lol)

OKay, here we go

Red Ninja

Simz

"The Tiger" Aladdin

1) Stevo316
2) Wolverine
3) Starcrunch

Soul Reaper

The Executioner

Shane Montez

Deathrow

Shinns Theory

Nation

Promo to come in the next 24 hours, watch this space

[The Great JT]

J.T. Blade Promo. Will do a spoof on Extra Promos.

Scene opens in an Italian restaraunt. J.T. is sitting at a booth, drinking a Diet Pepsi, waiting for his food.

Server: Here's your food, Mr. Blade.

The server places a plate of motzarella stick on the table.

J.T. Blade: Thanks, now get outta here. You're bothering me.

The server leaves. Then, J.T.'s cell phone rings.

J.T.: Talk to me. Uh huh. Really. So what're you saying? That so? Well listen, I'll meet you at the arena. No, it's nothing more than a twenty-minute drive from where I am. Listen, I'll see you later, man. Peace.

J.T. finishes his food, leaves the money for the meal and tip and heads out. About 20 minutes later, J.T. drives into the arena and meets up with a guy in a suit.

Suit Guy: So, you thought about my proposition?

J.T.: Yeah. Your idea is interesting. But for right now, I say we leave the people in the dark. They don't deserve to know.

J.T. heads towards ringside. There, "Born To Raise Hell" hits...

Listen up here
I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop
Don't you stop
Sweat like a maniac until you drop
I don't mind
I don't mind
I can run a razor right up your spine

J.T. Blade heads down to the ring.

What are you waiting for?
What do you think you were created for?
Show us, you care, show us you dare
You don't know what happened, not if you weren't there

Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Voodoo medicine cast my spell
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Play that guitar just like ringing a bell
Take it or leave it

Music cuts at "Take it or leave it" as J.T. gets a mic.

J.T.: Let me hear you if you saw what I did to Wolverine, S-K-Y and Cole Slocum last week! (Huge pop!) Well guess what, now I'm going to do it on a larger scale! Wolverine, Slocum, S-K-Y, what I did to you is just a sample for what's going to happen here at WrestleFest II! But then there's six other "wrestlers" I have to face off with. And among the people's favorites is NIN Horror. NIN, you're not impressing me any bit. People can rally behind you all they want, because you are going over the top rope and you're not coming back, man! And then there's your running buddy Spackle. Spackle, you're over in ICW, so I know who you are. However, one thing I know about you that the people here don't know is that I'm the World Heavyweight Champion and you're hanging around wierdos like Robberto Cobberto and Ashes. And THEY'RE better than you! Spackle, here's a statement for you, buddy. I'm going to run ruckshot over you!

But let's not forget the other guys. Let's see...umm...who is there again? (Crowd laughs) Oh right, there's Vegeta! Vegeta...another guy who couldn't be creative if he tried! He's got to rip off Dragon Ball Z to get a name. Veg, why don't you try being original, then getting in the ring with me? Oh, that's right, you can't!

And who else is there? Lemme think for a minute. (Crowd laughs again) Thank you, I'll be here all week. Oh right, Chilly Willy. Who is this guy? I've never seen him before. And this guy has the balls to show himself in my rumble? Yeah, right! And there's Stevo 3:16. I've seen you at FHT, and you're impressing me. But this isn't FHT! It's my shot at the big times, and I'm not going to blow it! Stevo, you're not going to beat me, and that's a garuntee! And then there's the odd man, or should I say WOMAN, out. StarCrunch, you and I are a dying breed. We're a couple of GWX alumni. Now I'm a gentleman, so I'm going to have to go by the old "ladies first" rule. Ladies first OVER THE TOP that is! This is my match, and nobody, not NIN Horror, not Spackle, not anybody, is going to stop me! That's my promise to you people!

Born To Raise Hell hits again and J.T. heads backstage. As he heads towards the parking lot, he sees NIN Horror and Spackle doing something he can't see. He then sees a security ATV and remembers he has a paintball gun in his car.

J.T.: Time to do to them what I did to Red Ninja and Soul Reaper.

J.T. sneaks over to his car and grabs the paintball gun and paintballs, then hops on the ATV. He flies over towards NIN and Spackle!

J.T.: DRIVE-BY!!!

J.T. unloads a round of paintballs and hits NIN and Spackle at least 50 times! He then rides off, sneaks back to his car and drives off!

J.T.: Ha ha ha! That prank never gets old!

Scene fades...

[McKenna]

The Prodigal Son Returns

"Thank you for flying British Airways, Mr. McKenna. I trust we will see you soon"

These words sent me out of the VIP Arrivals Lounge, and out into the cold air of Manchester Airport. I know someone is waiting for me, and I scan around the mass of humanity. People crying, some tears of joy at being re-united with those returned, and those of sorrow at those soon to be parted by however many miles their respective flight will take them.

Mine has brought me home. For now. I have said it for many months, to progress into the future; you must go back to your past to re-invent yourself.

I see the short man in an ill-fitting suit, and an even worse cap. The placard he holds up says

[glow=red,2,300]Mr. C.A. McKenna[/glow]

I ask the guy what the C.A. stands for, and in a broad Liverpool accent from under the cap, head still bowed, I hear "It stands for Crying Arse!, Guess that must be you!"

I send the cap flying, and there is Chris Sayle, my oldest friend. We smile, laugh and then embrace. His presence soothes the knot in my stomach, and we head towards his car.

"Where to, old buddy?"

"Tate's"

"You sure? You don't want to go home first, see everybody?"

"Na bro, I need to go there right away, work starts now"

I doze off, the purr of the car's engine a calming lullaby. The radio quietly emitting its sounds like a mantra. But the thoughts, the dreams running through my head are not of enjoying time with friends and family. In fact, Chris is the only one who knows I have come back this time. The conversation I had with my oldest, and most trusted allies in the wrestling industry, becomes a vivid picture in the cinema of my mind.


Not Goodbye, but See You Soon

My mind takes me back to the end of the Blitz show. The three of us, bruised, but okay, are hosting a party Outsiders style, in our skybox. The beer and smoothies are flowing, the girls are all over us, but still I'm not content. I watch myself walking out of the skybox, Nation following me, motioning to Shinns to follow him.

I'm stood in the corridor, watching myself talking to my brothers. It's a surreal moment

Nation Hey bro, what's up? You aint in a party mood

Shinns Dude, forget about tonight, it's done now. At Fever, Rocky is a dead man and we all know that Nation has Stare running scared.

McKenna that’s exactly it guys. For the second year running, I'm on the outside looking in. For the second year I have missed out on the main event at WrestleFever, thanks to Stare and his ego. And what do I have to show for it? Another curtain jerker, with that Cockney wannabe.

Nation I didn’t realise you felt that way man, I'm

Shinns Fuck this, and fuck all that man, that was then. I need your head in the game for WrestleFever. If they see we aint on the same page

McKenna I hear ya bro. Mizz, you know how long you and I have been pals. And you know I got your back at Fever, both of you. I'm there, and unless I'm dead after my match, then I will be at ringside. I'm heading back to Liverpool. I need to train and prepare mentally for this.

Nation How long?

Shinns Only five inches, so Carly in there told me! I keed I keed! How long you across the pond for buddy?

McKenna Just a week or two. I need to make sure that I'm in the right frame of mind to take this piece of shit out of the picture once and for all. I need to remove this tick off my back for good.

Shinns All good buddy. You got time for one more brew before you go, or are you gonna leave us hanging here?

McKenna Go get em old friend

Shinns goes inside, leaving Nation and I alone

Nation You do what you gotta do, you hear me?

McKenna And you bring the World Title home, you hear?

Shinns Here we go. To the beginning of a new era

We crash cans together, and drink. I watch myself walk away from them, after handshakes, and smiles. My mind starts to come out of focus, and I’m jolted awake by the sound of the car’s brakes. We are here. I’m back home.

Home Sweet Home

Home, it’s a funny old word. Four letters to describe a place you feel most comfortable. But for me, home is not the sound of a real fire crackling in the winter, nor is it the hot kiss of the sunbeams on my face. For me, home is the smell of stale sweat, and the sound of bones crashing onto the wooden ringmat. Home for me is the feel of the metal ropes, their covering of tape wasting away, hitting my back. Home is the sauna I helped to build as a seventeen year old boy. Home is the talk of old wrestlers, their stories still echoing round as the new generation train.

The looks I get as I walk into the ring area are those I have encountered before. A face from the walls they have trained in front of for years, now stands before them. The picture, now faded, comes to life. I stop and look around for the one face I need to see before the masquerade slips, and there he is. Time has been kind to Tate. The years have served him well, and now, his student, his prodigal son, has returned home.

Tate Bout fucking time you came home, Tony lad. I’ve been watching you. You’ve gotten slack. Complacent. Cock fucking sure of yourself.

McKenna I know.

Tate The lad I sent packing to the States would never have let a World Title pass him by three times. But somehow you managed it son

McKenna I know

Tate I got your message, and I started to prepare for you. These lads have been drilled in what they need to do. We have two weeks. Does anyone know you are here?

McKenna Nation, Shinns, and Chris

Tate What about him?

McKenna Not a clue. Shinns told him I was off to Canada, to train in the mountains.

Tate Do your folks know, your family?

McKenna Nobody. Tate, this isn’t a holiday. I’m here to work

Tate So fucking glad you said that lad. Coz by the time I’m done with you, I’ll make you remember.

I go get changed, and so it begins. Like I said, to progress into the future, you must go back to your past to re-invent yourself.

Indian Squats, Star Jumps, treadmills, weights, exercise bikes, all before the ring work. The lads in the gym, in the ring, using the same equipment as me, are unsure what to make of this. A man who has accomplished all they want to achieve, a man who has fulfilled dreams that still forges in other men’s minds. And here he stands, working, training, sweating, cleaning the ring, fixing the ropes, mopping the toilets. For two weeks, I am not a P2PW Superstar. I’m one of them. Paying my way to be trained in Tate’s gym.


Thirteen Days Later

Tate You did well son

McKenna Thanks Tate. It means a lot

Tate I know lad. You needed to re-learn. That’s why I’m here

McKenna You didn’t have to do this you know. You could have told me to go fuck myself.

Tate I did. Several times, but you wouldn’t stop ringing.

McKenna(laughing) Sorry.

Tate Do me a favour kid.

McKenna Anything.

Tate When you next come back home, to visit everyone, can you bring me something?

McKenna Whatever you want Tate

Tate Bring Nation back with that belt, I’ll be in my grave by the time they put that fucking thing on you! (laughter)

McKenna You cheeky bas…

Tate puts his student in a headlock, and one more time, they roll round the ring. Somehow McKenna, either deliberately, or by a stroke of luck, is in an anklelock. Tate holds on for dear life, and Mack, knowing when to quit, bangs the mat furiously. The two men, student and teacher, separated by three generations of this industry, sit apart on the mat and smile

Tate I put Flair in that move, in this ring for eighteen minutes, and never once did he tap. You’re a pussy (laughter), but you’re good enough to go back there now. Take Dickie out. It aint a sanctioned match, so he can try anything. You have to be alert to everything, you have to have a second sight in there. I wont lie to you son, blood will flow. His, as well as yours. You have to find a way through the red in front of you, and keep your mind in focus. If you lose this match, then this has all been for nothing. Any legacy you had previous will be destroyed.

Dickie is a man that you could beat without thinking about it. He took liberties, and made everything you had done in the past a joke. That punk is not fit to lace your boots, and yet, you let him get under your skin. Guys like that, you could take out in a heartbeat. Yet, you let him keep on coming back.

When you guys lock horns, one of you has to fall, and stay fallen. One of you cannot get back up. One of you must walk away forever after this match. It cannot be you. He has to kill you to win this. If he fails to kill you, he cannot win. He knows this, that’s why he has spent his whole career attacking you. All those nights when you were working day in, day out, and he sat there, sneering at you and Micko, saying he could do a better job than anyone there in P2PW

And what has he done with his chance? Nothing but spend his whole time taking sideswipes at you. And you let him!

WrestleFever, the night where you won the Rage Title. The night that made you a megastar, once more you must show the wrestling world, and everyone in the locker room, that you are the dominant force. Go back and show them all son.

Coming Full Circle

Chris again enters the room, it seems a heartbeat since we said our farewells. Now I have to say farewell to Tate, and retrace my steps back to America. It’s time to re-educate the P2PW Roster. It’s time to make Dickie Chamone the example, the benchmark of the damage and havoc that I will cause. Someone has to be the sacrificial lamb, that someone is Richard Shannon. When I arrive at the arena for the event, the final moments of his career, and quite possibly his life will be upon him.

I’m prepared to take his life from him. I’m content to leave his heart lying on his chest, both of us watching it make its last few beats. I’m comfortable with watching his soul slip away, never to return. Whatever it takes to remove the tick from under my skin.

Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae coelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude. Amen.

[Dickie Cha'mone]

Votes to come! Need to read promos as don’t know some wrasslers!

Promo is in two parts enjoy!

Part One.

Just as the show goes on air the zerion fizzes and faded wording appears. The faded words become clear and say D-UNIT TV. The scene then moves to the P2PW headquarters, the cameras then go to a office showing Shinn's Theory, Stare, Rocky and Gary Roamer (who looks extremely uncomfortable) sitting behind a table all wearing suits of varying blacks and greys. There is a knock on the door and Dickie Cha'mone enters the room also wearing a dark suit but wearing a D-UNIT baseball cap. Dickie sits down on the other side of the room. Rocky goes to address Dickie

Rocky: Now lets forget all the usual rubbish, you know why you have been asked to come here today...

Dickie: Well I guess that stuffed goat Roamer over there has something to do with it.

Shinns: Well it is about your "D-UNIT" plans regarding Anthony Mckenna before your match at Wrestlefever II. They are reckless and unsafe and I am afraid your contract wo....

Dickie: Now listen to me I have been attacked several times by Mckenna now and the last time, will be the last time. As I didn't see Mckenna get punished for his attack on me it ruled me out for nearly five months, don't you get that?

Rocky: Let me assure you any discipline issues woul....

Dickie: Well if they where they clearly didn't work so I have decided to take the law into my own hands and nothing you can say will change our plans...

Rocky looks around to see they out number Dickie and smirks

Stare: Well look here, I am afraid you are mistaken and it is us who decide what happens around here.

Dickie: I thought you would say that, so I thought I would bring this with me. Its a taser, incase you're wondering. My friends from the Dingle arranged it for me.

Dickie takes a small black box from his suit jacket and places it on the table

Shinns: Are you threating us, Dickie? What do you think this will achieve?

Dickie: Well it's more of a promise than a threat.

Dickie picks up the taser and points it a Stare and presses the button without even thinking, in an instant two flashing rods stick in Stare's chest. Stare falls straight to the floor, shaking violently. Shinns and Rocky jump straight out of their chairs. Roamer almost passes out while Dickie has a playful look down at the taser before glancing at Stare's vibrating
body.

Shinns: Look Dickie, what do you want we can talk....

Dickie: Nah

Dickie points the taser towards Shinn's and once again sparks fly and
Shinns drops to the floor and starts shaking, Dickie lets out a little laugh.

Dickie: Now Rocky, before you can say anything, I know you and Mack are having problems but hey, what the hell?

Dickie waves the taser like a wand toward Rocky before pressing the button with wires and sparks flying accross the room Rocky drops to the floor like his colleagues before him. Dickie walks over all three shaking bodies and towards Gary Roamer who is sitting in the corner of the room looking absolutly terrified.

Dickie: Now look Gary, I know you are a lot of things, but a grass. Come on I only kicked you as an act of duty, it was your error that led to Mckenna attacking me. Lets go for a walk, shall we?

Dickie grabs Roamer by the collar and gets him to his feet, Dickie puts his arm around him and they walk towards the windows in the room

Dickie: Now Gary, don't worry about the taser its all be checked I haven't broke my contract in any way but them plans where meant to be secret and as you decided to change that I am afraid that D-UNIT have to let you go....

Dickie in one smooth move lifts Roamer up and out of the window. The cameras look out of the window to see Roamer's body 27 storeys below. The cameras turn back to Dickie who is walking towards Rocky, Shinns and Stare who are all still shaking on the floor

Dickie: Hey guys, Roamer's just left I think he is dead tired. Now I will leave you guys to it, I'm glad we come to a compromise regarding the Mckenna plans and I hope you enjoy watching them become a complete success, you know that’s right...

Dickie leaves the room with a swagger leaving the three men still shaking on the floor

---The scene fades to the arena---

Part two.

An hour later into the show the Zerion fizzes and once again the screen shows the D-UNIT TV wording. The cameras go to Dickie Cha’mone who is wearing a apron and is sporting a pair of silver marigold gloves he appears to be washing dishes in a kitchen and signing to himself Dickie stops and turns to address the camera

Dickie: Hi folks it looks like some certain p2pw superstars are correct and I am just a no good pussy whipped bitch who does what he is told and asks no questions In fact I can hear beloved now, COMING DEAR

We can hear a sort of snoring sound coming from the other room; the cameras follow Dickie through to the room which is a living room. Out cold on the settee in the room is none other than ANTHONY MCKENNA. Who is just about holding a can of bitter in his hand. Dickie comically tends to Mckenna before addressing the camera

Dickie: Oh dear poor little Mackie is sleepy I think it’s only right as the camera people are he that I wake him up.

Dickie stands away from Mckenna raises his arm and then slaps him as hard as possible across the face, Dickie’s hand print appears straight away on the side of his face. Mckenna does not even stir Dickie once again addresses the camera.

Dickie: Oh I just realised whats wrong you can’t wake someone up who has taken a certain date rape drug for around five to six hours, well we can only try.

Dickie jumps onto McKenna’s chest and starts shouting at him

Dickie: Now lesson number one get a maid who you can trust which follows onto lesson number two which is don’t be so god damn lazy you get a maid to fetch you beers and lesson number three don’t piss my bad self off

Dickie calmly stands up and walks round to see MVP-DON holding what looks like an old book

MVP-DON: Hey Dickie looks at this it’s a scrapbook of all of Mckenna’s achievements..

Dickie: Lets add his greatest achievement to it…

Dickie grabs hold of Mckenna and squats down and poses next to Mckenna. MVP-DON grabs a Polaroid camera and takes a picture. When it comes out Dickie drops Mckenna to the floor and signs the picture and sticks it onto the front of Mckenna’s achievement book.

Dickie: Come on son let’s give Mackies missus a surprise.

Dickie and MVP-DON leave the room by the front door and come back holding a bloodied and battered Gary Roamer they struggle to carry him upstairs, the camera follows them up to see them placing Roamer into Mckenna’s bed.

Dickie: Come let’s go with got business to attend to Ant lets go…

Both Dickie and MVP-DON grab an arm each and pick Mckenna up off the floor where the cameras follow them carrying him down the path towards the road with his bare feet dragging along the floor….

Dickie: I would of put some boots on him Mick, but Tate said I am not fit to lace his boots tee hee.

---Scene once again fades to the arena---

Okay I lied three parts…

---Part three---

The Zerion shows up saying LIVE and then goes straight to a field where MVP-DON and Dickie Cha’mone are standing by a river bank. Dickie is no longer wearing his apron or gloves but they are both wearing combat gear with D-UNIT written on bright yellow writing. Bellow them on the floor is a knocked out Mckenna who is now wearing a D-UNOT t-shirt. Dickie and MVP-DON grab a small raft from the water, and they both struggle to lift Mckenna onto it, eventually he is half on it and half in the water as the raft starts drifting down the water.

MVP-DON: You know he is going to get you for this when he wakes up Dickie!

Dickie: Yeah well, I thought it was just right we treated him the same as he treated the prestigious belt he once held around his waist.

MVP-DON: You mean his shoulder right ha-ha

Dickie: Well something like that, but I thought you know Wrestlefever II and all we had to put on a show and when the management found out about the plans of drugging Mckenna and quite literally him being up shit creak without a paddle, and tried to stop us I knew then that this was all a good idea. Plus if you think he is pissed off now wait till he goes over the waterfall about mile downstream.

MVP-DON: So you ready for Wrestlefever II then bro

Dickie: Yeah I think so, I think this is the bit where I should get angry and start cursing at how I’m going to treat Mckenna like a dog and slap him all over but you know I’m not even bothered. It’s past that now I’m just going to get in the ring and finish it. I am going to use the ass beating on tonight and turn it into my chance for at title shot what he craves and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it you know that’s right, you fancy a bevvie Mick

MVP-DON: Damn right

The scene shows Dickie and MVP-DON walking away from the camera with Dickie holding the blurred out title belt over his shoulder, the camera goes to steep waterfall where we see a raft go over with a person (who is clearly not Mckenna but is wearing the same clothes for effect) go over into the river below

--- End promo ---

[stevo316]

Stevo is walking down the aisle as "Wake Up" comes on.

He is walking down with a confident look on his face. There is a mixed reaction as he gets near to the ring.

2 bolts of blue fireworks explode towards the stage as he makes his way in to the ring with a mic in his hand.

He waits for his music to stop and composes himself.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to Wrestlefever 2"

(A huge cheer from the crowd is given.)

"What a night in store there is for you."

You've got The Truly Insane Match to start off with"

(The crowd give another huge cheer)

"Red Ninja vs D-Squat to fight it out over who was the best from the faction formerly known as The Insanity.They had their good times and bad but now it's just got a little bit personal".


"Then, you've got the N00B vs. N00B Killer - the j-man vs. Simz"

(The crowd give another huge cheer) "On one hand you've got the j-man,(Crowd cheers) who although he is new, he is an excellent in ring fighter and I can say that from experience. On the other, you've got Simz (Crowd boo), who will no doubt bring someone from that oh-so-great-who-are-they-now faction, the Blood Pack (Crowd boo louder than the last one). (Stevo ponders while he says this) I wonder if there is some outside interference". (Crowd laugh at sarcastic remark)


"You've then got the Ultimate Battle Royal with yours truly (Crowd cheer loudly) involved along with 8 other guys and 1 lady I'm gonna beat the crap out of and then throw them out. One. By. One. But more on that in a few minutes".


"After that fantastic match, you've then got the International Title - Broken Home Match - SoundScream (c) vs. Soul Reaper (Another huge cheer that almost lifts the lid off the arena) Two men. One home. One Winner".

"Just when you think could it get any better, surprisingly it does! The Loser Leaves Town Match with The Executioner vs. Jessica McDaniels. (Crowd cheer) Now I don't know what this guy's problem is with Jessica, but I don't like it one bit".

"If you think that sounds good, then how about this one - the Unsanctioned Street Fight (Rage Rules) - Anthony "Da Man" Mckenna vs. Dickie Cha'Mone
(the crowd go nuts, one half chanting "Cha'Mone, the other chanting "Da Man")
The word personal is a bit of an understatement in this one".


"You've then got the Rage Title Match (Rage Rules) - Sean "Addryd" Patterson (c) vs. Gormy (Crowd cheer)
followed by another Rage Rules Match in the Stairway to Hell (Rage Rules) - "Sensational Shooter" Shane Montez vs SteveTKO" (Crowd cheer)


"You've then got the Tag Team Title Match - a triple tag team match. Trent Acid & MVP-Don (c) vs. ChadClassic & "The Assassin" Tyler Stone vs. Deathrow (Cactus & E2 w/Funamie) (Crowd Woooo at all tag teams) Only one team can obviously walk away with the titles and that looks like one amazing match".

"You then have the Hell in a Cell match (Rage Rules) - SoL vs. Firefly. (crowd cheer) What a match that's going to be".

"Then last but not least 2 awesome matches, the Undisputed Internet Title Match - Shinn's Theory (c) vs. Rocky (crowd again goes balliistic and one half chants "Rocky", the other chant "Shinns") and the World Title Iron Man Match - Stare (c) vs. Nation (crowd go nuts once more and chant both wrestlers names one after the other). Do I have to say any more?"

"Of course I do - my match, the Ultimate Battle Royal match, let me got through each wrestler individually and I'll tell you what I think of them".

"Chilly Willy - yes he's Wolverine's brother and yes people think they're going to team up, but do I give a fuck? No. I 'll just beat them til they're ready to go over the top rope".

"Cole Slocum - Who? (Crowd laughs as Stevo looks at them and shrugs his shoulders at them) Oh I remember you. You're the guy I blindsided the other week and left you holding your head, well guess what, you'll see my face tonight as I throw you out the ring".

"JT Blade - I 've got to say he 's impressed me but he's not going to beat me when the greatest opportunity is within arm's reach".

"S-K-Y - Who? (Again the crowd laugh). I honestly don't know who you are. A rip - off RVD probably".

"Starcunch, - hmm Starcrunch, I nearly done a sexwee in my pants there. Oh yeah, you're the ungratelful bitch who never thanked me for saving your ass against the Blood Pack a while back".

"Spackle - That fucking pink haired freak. Gimme a fuckin break". (|The crowd laugh)

"Nin - You've impressed me in your matches but again when it comes to a chance in a lifetime like this, you're not going to beat me".

"Vegeta - The Blood Pack member (Crowd boo loudly)
The team that likes to attack from behind.........I read somewhere (Crowd laugh at innuendo)"

"And that just leaves you Wolverine, I am really impressed at your fights but you've forgotten one thing mate, I'm Stevo 316! I'm the guy who's ready to step up to the plate and grab the greatest prize ever, ok not as good as the World Title but its nearly there".

Stevo turns to the crowd: "If ya feelin that, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!!!!"

( The crowd go crazy and give a massive Stevo chant as "Wake Up" comes on and he walks out with the mic in hand)

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Staff Edit: Removed space.

[stevo316]

Sorry about the double post guys but here is my predictions:

The Truly Insane - Red Ninja vs. D-Squat

Red Ninja

N00B vs. N00B Killer - _the j-man vs. Simz

The j-man

First Blood Match - "The Tiger" Aladdin vs. Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill

“The Tiger” Aladdin


The Ultimate Battle Royal Chilly Willy, Cole Slocum, JT Blade, S-K-Y, Starcunch, Spackle, Stevo316, Nin, Vegeta, Wolverine.

1 Stevo316
2 Wolverine
3 Chilly Willy

International Title - Broken Home Match - SoundScream (c) vs. Soul Reaper

Soul Reaper

Loser Leaves Town Match - The Executioner vs. Jessica McDaniels

Jessica McDaniels

Tag Team Title Match - Trent Acid & MVP-Don (c) vs. ChadClassic & "The Assassin" Tyler Stone vs. Deathrow (Cactus & E2 w/Funamie)

Deathrow

Undisputed Internet Title Match - Shinn's Theory (c) vs. Rocky

Shinns

World Title Iron Man Match - Stare (c) vs. Nation

Nation

[ChadClassic]

The scene begins with ChadClassic standing down a long road. A few different screen effects later, Chad is stood right in front of the Camera, he has brown body paint on his face and arms and is wearing a Basketball Jersey and about 25 gold chains around his neck. He forms a "C" with his hands then steps off Camera.

**CUT TO**

A 66 Thunderbird Low-rider can be seen sat inside the West Goth Customs and Excise Yard. Chad steps up to the Car and sits on the hood. He then looks at the Camera

ChadClassic: 'Sup, Homies… Now when I hear the word Thunderbirds I think of little puppets with strings in their hands and poorly timed lip-syncing. However I recently found out that a thunderbird is also a make of a car and this 66 Thunderbird Low-rider under me belongs to D-Unit. You know, Nigga 1 - Trent Acid, and Nigga 2 - MVP-Don. I’m gonna hook The Unit up cause I’m your boy X to the X to the X to the Z XXX-Zibit. D-Unit has no idea... I’m about to Gimp their Ride!

Credits run that are an obvious rip off of the Pimp my Ride credits....

So you wanna be a nigga?
But ya wheels are fly?
You gotta hit us up!
To get a gimped out right
"U Gotta Gimp My Riddeee"
Damn right...
"U Gotta Gimp My Riddeee"

The credits end with a "Gimp my Ride" logo on the screen. As the scene cuts back to the Yard, Chad is inside the Car with the keys that have been given to him by the VAT Men. Chad starts up the Car and gets out.

XXX-Zibit: D-Unit, take your ride ‘cause next time you see it, it’s gonna be a whole different Love Machine. So it’s time to bring in the guys from West Goth Customs to see what they can do with your ride.

As Chad finishes talking he gets out of the car and a gang of 6 men come walking towards the Car all dressed in Burberry caps and Addidas Tracksuits bottoms. The 6 men get to the car and Paine introduces them.

XXX-Zibit: These 6 men right here are the crew of West Goth Customs over in Albany. Going from left to right he have got. Jordan, Roberto, Brandon, Alfie, Jason and Jatinda. So lets get into the office and plan out what were going to do with D-Unit’s ride.

The scene fades to see these 6 men sat in a room around a Table. Jordan begins to talk in a strong New York, gothic, accent.

Jordan: Right then, we’ve got us a 66-thunderbird low-rider and XXX wants us to gimp it out for the P2PW Tag Team Champions. Now from what I here D-Unit are chronic smokers so we should try to incorporate that into the design. So Brooklyn what are you planning for the Paint Job?

Roberto [in a strong Mexican accent]: Well Holmes, I’m gonna hit it with a basic black as base coats then I’m gonna hit it with a Sick pink graphic to really set it off, orale!

Jordan: That sound’s Sick dude, totally. I can’t wait to see it. So Brandon what are you gonna do to the interior?

Brandon: Well those seats he’s got at the moment are okay but there not the best so what I’m gonna do is rip those out and out in some unique seats. What I’m gonna hit the seats with some fake skin with hair on the front. Where then going to cover those seats with Leather covers that have zips running down them so as you can reach under and see the hair.

Jordan: That’s definitely a unique idea, dude, it will be great seeing them once there done. Alfie you got any ideas for wheels?

Alfie: Well to set of the sick paintwork were gonna hit the car with the 19 inch Giovanni Rims and were gonna put the car on hydraulics to get the most "Kin" of the car. And I'll make sure the wheels are as fucked as possible, that way, whenever he hits a bump, they'll break out fast.

Jordan: These ideas are all starting to sound really good. Jason what ideas do you have for the in Car Accessories?

Jason: Well to gimp this ride to the make we are going to fit custom 7 inch flip up Dildo’s into each of the seats that will be operated by a button on the Dash Boards.

Jordan: Now that’s gimping, finally Jat I know you’ve got a great Idea to make this Car unique so what is it?

Jatinda: Well in the back seat I am gonna install some crack pipes so while MVP-Don drives, Trent can be in the back getting his nigger-smoke on.

Jordan: Well with all of these ideas thrown together this should be great. So my fellow blood brothers, les go Gimp The P2PW Tag Champ’s ride.

Jason: Wait, who are the P2PW Tag Team Champions?

An awkward moment falls upon the crew at West Goth Customs, but they end it off by laughing out loud. The scene cuts back to outside where Chad and the Gang are all stood around the Car. Cad pulls the keys out of his pocket and hands them to Jordan.

Jordan: Hold up a second XXX, before the Crew and me gimp out this ride I’ve got to find out how you got hold of it?

XXX-Zibit: Well I phoned the Inland Revenue and told them that MVP-Don had been dodging his Tax’s and Trent had been hiding hoes in the trunk, so they decide they would take his car as payment. So now we’ll Gimp it out for him and when he gets it back he wont know what’s hit him.

Jordan: Okay then lets get to work lads we’ll starts by stripping the Car.

A quick montage plays showing the Crew taking everything out of D-Unit's car leaving just the shell. A pile of parts arrears next to the Car and the Crew are then seen taking measurements of the Car. The next thing that can bee seen is Roberto laying paper over the windows and then painting a black base coat onto the Car. Next he can be seen with a tin of Pink paint in hand.

Robert: Okay Holmes, I’ve just laid the base coat and I’m now gonna paint on the one of a kind Pink Graphic, orale!

Roberto lays tape onto the Car and then begins to spray paint onto the side of and bonnet of the Car. The scene speeds up and then shows the finished paint job on the Car. The car rolls out of the paint shop and the Crew applauded the new look of the Car. The scene cuts to Brandon at a desk with the Chairs from the Car.

Brandon: Well now that the sick pain job has been done I’m gonna be making some one of a kind seats for this Thunderbird. This right here Points to the bag is the stuff that they use in movies as fake Skin. I’m gonna rap this around all of the seats the glue on these fake chest wigs for effect.

Another montage is shown this time showing Brandon wrapping the fake skin around the two front seats and then the back seat. He then takes a set of fake chest wigs and glues them onto the fake skin making what looks like a male chest. He then props up on seat and leans on it.

Brandon: As you can see this is half of the seat done and I’m now going to put the Leather over the top to make these seat’s truly Gimping.

The next montage plays showing Brandon making leather seat covers that have silver zips running down them and then sliding them onto the seats making a leather seat. He does the same to all the other seats then places them down on the floor and lies across the back seat as the scene cuts to Alfie who is knelt up against the back right wheel of D-Unit's holding a old tattered Wheel.

Alfie: This is one of your old wheels D-Unit, but to match you new ride we needed to give you some real rims so… Rolls the wheel of screen revealing a brand new wheel that is sat on shinny new Rims these are you brand new 19 Inch Giovanni Rims. Hope you like ‘em dude. However the real thing I’ve done is right here. Alfie leans into the car and presses a button that makes the Car hop up and down Now that how we Gimp thing’s up in here!

Cut to Jason who is sat onto of one of the newly modified chairs with a box on his lap.

Jason: Now that the seats for the Car have been done it’s time for me to fit the in Car Accessories. We are going to make holes in the bottoms of all seat and we will be putting in a motorized system that will force these Pulls a 7 inch Dildo out of a box up out of the seat on the press of a button. So let’s get to work.

Another montage is shown that shows Jason making a system that makes the Toy’s raises up fro the seats. It then shows him hooking it to the Car and fitting a button that works the systems. One they are in Brandon fits the seats to the Car leaving it ready for the very last touch. The Car is shown and the camera begins to spin around it. Then Jatinda steps in holding a large box.

Jatinda: Right here is the bong were going to put into the back of D-Units car. Awesome dude, totally sick!!! Here, just press the button and all the smoking action you want is all at your possession.

The next Montage is shown that shows all Jat fitting the swing into the back of car. Once he is done all of the Crew are shown cleaning the Car and by then end of the montage the Car is seen in it’s new glory. The Car parks up in the middle of the Yard and Paine steps back out onto the scene.

XXX-Zibit: Well it looks like you guys did it you managed to Gimp D's ride. So Jordan what do you say to showing me and the viewers at home what you’ve done to the Car.

Jordan: Okay then, dude. It’s quite simple really as you can see we’ve given the Car a sick new paint job that is set off by the brilliant Pink graphic on the side of the Car. As you can also se we have fitted new Wheels and rims, fitted to mess up at the touch of any bump. Inside the Car we have made customs seats and added a few extra little touches that make this a true Gimp Mobile. So now that its all done here are the Keys.

XXX-Zibit: Okay then it’s time to take the car back to D-Unit's I hope he’ll like it.

Chad gets in the Car and drives away.

**CUT TO**

Outside the Hotel in Albany where all of the P2PW Superstars are staying Chad pulls up in D-Unit's car and gets out. He drops a note onto the Bonnet then looks at the camera.

XXX-Zibit: Well, since D-Unit and DeathRow believe Tyler and me stand no chance, I left the tag champs a little present to remember us by.

Tyler Stone enters the picture. He's wearing a blue, red, and white jump Suit with a backwards Yankees Baseball Cap.

Tyler Stone: Word son. Informer! Asosmuahaoaioa naggo playa, I lickee boom, boom down!

Chad makes a confused face as he pushes Tyler away and leaves the Car and walks of camera as the screen fade to the Gimp my Ride Credits.

After the credits, Chad steps back out with a bucket of Pink paint. He dips his hands into the paint and flicks pink paint onto the back of the car and the scene ends.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

The arena goes into a pitch black, and on the screen shows a street intersection, shrowded in the shadows of the night. The camera pans out, showing among other things, a bus stop, an abandoned car, and the side of a church. The camera zooms into a corner street sign, as a street lamp flickers, it reads on one sign 'Hopes', and it reads on the other, 'Dreams'. The camera pans out to see MVP-Don sitting at a bus stop, where a sign behind him reads 'Salvation Comes to Those Who Wait'.

A bus passes by, and picks up MVP-Don, and drives off into the distance. As the dust settles, Trent suddenly appears with his Tag Team Title slung over his shoulder.

The church bells chime loudly.

Trent: Here I am...

Trent starts walking along the 'Hope' sidewalk

Trent: Most people never get to where they are supposed to be, or, where they want to be....in life, in love, in career, in anything. They have ambitions suddenly become unreachable, goals suddenly become unattainable, and the prospect of short-lived glory suddenly becomes feasible. But you see, myself and MVP-Don HAVE come a long way, reaching goals that we've set for ourselves, attaining one of many achievements. I made my in-ring debut against him, and after many shrouded moons, teamed with him and conquered the tag-team world. There isn't a team anywhere in any fed that can take us, and that includes Deathrow, and that includes Chad and Tyler, it also includes Tag Teams like LOD, the Dudleyz, and the NWO Outsiders. The team of myself and the MVP will go down as the greatest tag team ever to set foot in a wrestling ring. So I walk these streets holding tight to my ambitions, because it reminds me of when the only thing holding it together were those same ambitions.

The camera peers down the dark, empty, litter-filled street.

Trent: The journey to achievement always passes through here. The boulevards of Hopes and Dreams, where many schemes are tried and tribulated, where many fail, and few achieve. I walk the boulevards of Hopes and Dreams because my determination, my past trials and tribulations, have all crossed these empty streets, this empty intersection, and I have lost count of how many times I have patiently waited at that bus stop, watching people pass by... and fall short of their hopes and dreams, much like you all. They set out to achieve, they come home.....again, much like you 4 after tonight, with nothing.

The camera pans toward the cracked slabs of concrete making up the sidewalk.

Trent: The 4 of you, heh....Tonight, your hopes and dreams will die in the ring.....1......2......3. The impact of broken dreams wears and tears and defines these slabs of concrete, the sidewalk along the boulevard of hopes and dreams. Here, I've seen many talk the talk and walk the walk.....and here, all too often....I see them stumble, falling flat on their face, just like the 4 of you. I've seen you talk the talk, walk the walk, and tonight, I'll see you, and the entire wrestling world will see you, stumble.

Camera pans back on Trent.

Trent: So, take a good look at this belt, because this is the closest that you all will get to it. My title, my goal, my.....achievement.....is right here on my shoulder, and I will be damned, if I let any of you, take it from me.

The camera pans into the World Tag Team Title, then pans out to the intersection.

Gunshots ring out.

Trent: Gone. Another one stumbles. Nothing new here. Broken. Hopes and Dreams. Fade.

Scene Fades.

END PROMO.

[shinnstheory]

WrestleFever II Commercial

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Titanic Spoof

Starring:
Starcrunch
Soul Reaper
“The NZA” NIN Horror (acting as the director)
[/color]

The Titanic is shown turning upright. People are falling from the ship, crashing into the water. Terrible screams can be heard. The boat is now completely pointing towards the North Star. Just at the top, a hooded Soul Reaper is holding onto Starcrunch’s hand.

Soul Reaper:[/b] It won’t be long now! When I tell you to, take a deep breath and hold it for as long as you can!

Starcrunch nods with a very scared look on her face.

Soul Reaper:[/b] Grab my hand! Whatever you do, do not let go!!

Starcrunch grips Reaper’s hand tightly.

Soul Reaper: Get ready Starcrunch! The boat will suck us down with it. Hold your breath for as long as you can, and do NOT let go of my hand! Are you ready?

Starcrunch: Ready!

Soul Reaper looks down as the boat’s tip is about to emurge. He quickly snaps his head up, revealing his face. Suddenly pyros explode above the two.

”The NZA” NIN Horror: Cut! What the hell was that?

Soul Reaper: Sorry man. Every time I do that, pyros explode above me. My bad.

”The NZA, NIN Horror: Damn it! Alright, instead of looking towards the water, just tell her when to hold her breath, ok? No more freakin’ pyros.

Soul Reaper: Ok.

The director signals for the film to roll and we are back to the scene.

Soul Reaper: Now Starcrunch!!

Both take deep breaths as the water sucks the boat, and the people, under. Soul Reaper and Starcrunch are shown under the water. The force of the water is so strong, Starcrunch and Soul Reaper lose touch.

We now cut to the closing segment. Soul Reaper and Starcrunch are back together holding onto a rubber floaty with the WrestleFever2 logo appear on the side of it.

Starcrunch: I love you Soul Reaper.

Soul Reaper: Don’t you do that! Don’t say your goodbyes!

Starcrunch: I’m so cold.

Soul Reaper: Listen Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and your gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here not this night. Not like this do you understand me?

”The NZA” NIN Horror: Reaper!!

Soul Reaper: What!

”The NZA” NIN Horror: This is a freakin’ spoof! Rose? That’s not Rose. That’s S-T-A-R-C-R-U-N-C-H. Say it with me now.

Soul Reaper/”The NZA” NIN Horror: S-T-A-R-C-R-U-N-C-H.

”The NZA” NIN Horror applauds.

”The NZA” NIN Horror: Very good. Now, let’s take it from Starcrunch’s line just before you funked everything up. Action!

Starcrunch: I’m so cold.

Soul Reaper: Listen ......Starcrunch. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and your gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here not this night. Not like this do you understand me?

Starcrunch: I can’t feel my body.

Soul Reaper: Winning that ticket, Starcrunch, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Starcrunch. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Starcrunch. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Starcrunch, and never let go of that promise.
Starcrunch: I promise.

Soul Reaper: Never let go.

Starcrunch: I’ll never let go. I’ll never let go, Jack.

”The NZA” NIN Horror jumps out of his director’s chair.

”The NZA” NIN Horror: Jack? Jesus! You two are hopeless. Get out of the damn water. Da Man! Gormy! You two try this.

Soul Reaper and Starcrunch get out of the water and begin to dry off.

Soul Reaper: Damn, I thought we were doing a pretty good job.

Starcrunch: Me too! And, I was so looking forward to ditchin’ you and blowing that whistle!

Reaper cocks one eyebrow. The director walks by.

”The NZA” NIN Horror: Man you two are pathetic actors.

Reaper looks towards his feet. He then snaps his head back causing a huge explosion.

”The NZA” NIN Horror: HOLY HELL!!!

Soul Reaper and Starcrunch begin to laugh as the crotch area of “The NZA” NIN horror begins to soak itself.

WRESTLEFEVER 2
COMING SOON

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[Vegeta]

PROMO--------------------

“The Tiger” Vegeta is doing sit-ups in his changing room. He is angry about his defeat to his cousin, Aladdin, and is determined to win his next match: The Ultimate Battle Royal.
As he completes his 498th sit-up, there is a knock on the door. Grumpily, Vegeta gets up and opens the door to see Kacey Garcia and a few cameramen.

Vegeta: Not now.

Kacey: Oh come on, I want to ask you about your last match and your next one.

Vegeta: I’m trying to get ready for the next one.[/color]

Kacey pushes past Vegeta, despite his reluctance, and her cameramen follow her and soon finish setting up their equipment. Vegeta slams the door and irritably sits down with Kacey.

Vegeta: I’m blaming you if I don’t win.

Kacey: Oh come on Vegeta, how’s a few minutes of not training gonna prevent you from winning your match.

Vegeta: Look, I’ve got some tough opponents and if you were in my shoes you would have not let anyone in your room, let alone waist your time with an interview.
Now hurry up so I can get on with my training.

Kacey: (To the cameramen) Start rolling guys.

The cameramen do as they’re told and the interview begins.

Kacey: Now Vegeta, how do you feel about losing your last match?[/color]

Vegeta: I knew that I would be up against a tough opponent and that my cousin would probably have the upper hand. I was determined to win this match, not just for myself, but to show him that I can beat him: you see, he’s always been one step ahead of me, since the day we were born, as he said in his stupid video, “The Magical Career of Aladdin”. He’s always been better that me, from getting his black belt in Karate first to defeating me in almost every match of tennis we’ve played.
I wanted to show him that he wasn’t one step ahead, by winning the match, but as always, he beat me.

Kacey: Do you like the facts said about you on Aladdin’s video?

Vegeta: No, it’s just saying he’s a better person than me and it just annoys me and makes me regret losing our match even more. But I did get a free copy. His mum made him send me one.

Kacey: What do you think made you lose your match?

Vegeta: I guess it’s because I didn’t train as well as him, and I felt the crowd was more on his side.

Kacey: Well seeing how you verbally abuse the crowd all the time, they have a right. How did you feel about yourself after you lost the match?

Vegeta: I felt terrible. I didn’t just feel angry, but the same feeling from when we were kids, from when Aladdin would beat me in a game of chess or win a race against me, came flooding back. It’s that feeling of jealousy and sadness and the fact I had worked so hard to win, but he still beat me.

Kacey: Does that make you more determined to win your next match?

Vegeta: Of course. If I can’t show Aladdin I’m as good a wrestler as him in a match against him, I’ll have to show him another way, and this Ultimate Battle Royal seems a good opportunity. So I’ll prove it to him by winning a title before he does.

Kacey: What If you don’t win your next match?[/color]

Vegeta: I won’t talk about that because I know I’ll win.

Kacey: Who are you not looking forward to fighting in your match?

Vegeta: “The NZA” NIN Horror is gonna be tough. He’s probably my top threat. It’s going to be hard to beat him so I need to keep training hard. But then again, he shouldn’t be part of the P2PW if he hates how they’re treating him. I don’t know why he’s still here. All he does is bitch and moan, crying that he isn’t in the main event yet.

Kacey: Well he seem to be heading there to the main event in the future. How do you feel about that?

Vegeta: So what? I’ll still beat his ass into the ground, no matter what. Once I’m done with him he won’t have a future.

Kacey: Are there any other tough ones?

Vegeta: Spackle. He’s my second threat and it’s going to be almost as hard to beat him as it is to defeat NIN Horror. But he’s a Canadian weirdo- have you seen his hair? It’s horrid. But you can bet your ass I’ll train well and throw him “oot” of the ring, eh.

Kacey: Do you think Stevo316 has a chance?

Vegeta: Probably not, but I think his main target will be me as the guy really hates the Blood Pack. We’ve laid this guy out so many times, I can’t remember half of them. He’s done nothing in P2PW, so he really has no chance.

Kacey: How do you feel about Starcrunch, former women’s champion?

Vegeta: I suppose she’ll be a tough opponent. Simz certainly thinks so as he’s never beaten her, but I don’t think I’ll have to concentrate on her too much as she’ll be after Chilly Willy as they’re got some sort of agenda to settle. But if Dollar Bill has taught me anything, it’s that no bitch is gonna hurt me.

Kacey: Do you think Chilly Willy is good enough?

Vegeta: Of course not: I beat him at Momentum and I’ll defeat him again if he doesn’t get beaten up by Starcrunch. I don’t know why he calls himself ‘The Ladies Man,’ because I’ve never seen him with a lady. He should change his name to ‘The Gay’s Man.’
He’s never done anything noteworthy. He’s crap.

Kacey: What about the others? Cole Slocum?

Vegeta: Another easy opponent: he was built up to be some big guy but didn’t live up to the hype. He’s never won a match and won’t have any offence.

Kacey: J.T Blade?

Vegeta: He’s a new comer and shouldn’t be too hard to beat. He may have won a mini Battle Royal, but I’ll still beat him. He has no gimmick and hasn’t paid enough attention to the actual P2PW product, so he probably hasn’t got me scouted.

Kacey: What about S-K-Y?

Vegeta: Who the hell is he? I’ve never heard of him winning a match.

Kacey: And finally Wolverine.

Vegeta: I don’t know why he’s here: he should be helping his other fellow X- Men save the world.

Kacey: Is he going to be a threat?

Vegeta: No. He’s the biggest in the match but he’s probably the most inconsistent and he’s never won any matches. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Kacey: And how about…

Vegeta: Go away. I finished telling you about each of the other contenders now please could you let me train?

Kacey: Alright. See you later Tiger.

Kacey and the cameramen leave the room as Vegeta starts his sit- ups again. The zeroin fades to black as the scene ends.

[Simz]

The scene cuts to Simz in his personal club. Simz is on the dance floor with two sluts. A large, bald, black man walks over to Simz. He is wearing a black suit, dark glasses and an earpiece. He whisper’s something into Simz ear, Simz grin’s and puts a towel around his neck. He slap’s one of the girls on the ass as he leaves the dance floor. He is brought to room that is badly lit.

Simz:Thank you, Clauduis!

Clauduis guards the door of the room. Simz sits down at a desk. He is the only who can be seen.

Simz: So are you ready?

A light is turned on and we see a shivering, skinny interviewer with mic in hand, sitting in the seat across from the desk. There is also five bouncers behind Simz.

Simz: Oh! Don’t worry about them! *Points to the bouncers* They’re just a bit of protection from some black guy who’s got a little bit too high! If you know what I mean.

Simz starts to laugh.

Claudis:Good one Sir!

The bouncers start to laugh too. Simz stops, but the bouncers continue to chuckle. Simz clicks his fingers and they stop.

Interviewer: W..w..w.w..ell!


Simz: Spit it out for goodness sake, I know that this is the biggest interview of your life. But come on! Very soon I’m going to be an even bigger superstar than I am already now. It’s going to be a new revolution, and you better hurry up or I’ll be such a huge superstar that I don’t take interviews. Hell! Most likely this is going to be my last interview, because after Fever and my big win I’m going to. *pause* well that’s for me to know, and you to find out!


Interviewer: H…h…how do you feel about you feel about your match at Wrestle Fever 2 with _the j-man, as this is your first single’s match on PPV, is it going to be hard with out the blood pack Simz?

The expression changes on Simz face. He puts his hand on head and breathes heavily in and out as his eyes start to bulge!

Simz: FIRST of all! You can never call me Simz, it’s Sir to you! And never and I mean NEVER, talk to me about that bunch of mental patients that I had to carry for 6 months! That was the worst time in my career, and I will make sure that it will not happen again. My new crew will make sure that it will not happen!

Simz once again breathes heavily in and out but in a calming way as he mutters counting to 10.

Simz: I’m ok, just don’t try annoying me again!

Interviewer: New Crew?

Simz: ahem!

Interviewer: What do you mean “New Crew”? Sir!

Simz: Much Better! But, once again for me to know and the rest of the wrestling world to find out!

Interviewer: What about _the j-man at Fever 2 Sir?

Simz: Oh! The “n00b vs. n00b Killer! Match”. What the Fuck is that all about! “The n00b Killer!” That just shows what that god dam pack brought me to. I’m sick of being the young jobber that faces all the new bitches that come into this company full of favourites! I'm not the most popular, I don't want to be and I never will be. I'm going to be next World champ and that's fact. I'm going to take my future into my own hands. I'm not going to do what everybody else did, I'm going to do what I've always said but never done. I AM going to start a revolution,the Simzalution. My Dynasty will begin and it will start at Fever. I'm going prove the people that have doubted that people will fear me. It's writen in the Stars, it's destiny. All I need to do is fulfill it. Fact!

Simz gets up off his chair and leaves. The Interviewer is seen gasping, with wide eyes and dropped jaw!

[ShaneMontez]

***Shane Montez is spotted getting out of the back of a limo with an unknown red head. As he is walking in to the backstage area he is met by some guy.***

Frankie LeDouche: Hello Shane. May I have a moment of your time?

***Shane stops and looks around.***

Shane Montez: Who the hell are you?

Frankie LeDouche: I’m Frankie LeDouche. Backstage interviewer.

Shane Montez: Is that right? Well, Mr. LeDouche, maybe you didn’t get the memo but Shane Montez gets interviewed by hot sexy women. And you just don’t fit the bill so take a hike.

Frankie LeDouche: See the thing is management didn’t think that after what has recently happened to you. You know, involving certain woman, that you would want women around you.

Shane Montez: What? Why would I not want to be around women? Did you not see this fine looking woman I got out of the limo with?

Frankie LeDouche: Yes sir, I did see her.

Shane Montez: Do you think this is the first time I have been jumped from behind on account of a woman scorn?

Frankie LeDouche: Well, I guess not.

Shane Montez: You can’t really blame them though can you? I mean, if I was a hot chick and had Shane Montez, then got dumped by Shane Montez. I would probably do something drastic too. If I were gay and with you Francis, then I dumped you, you would probably hire some big guy to kick my ass wouldn’t you?

Frankie LeDouche: What? I’m not gay.

Shane Montez: Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed since you know.

Frankie LeDouche: No I don’t know. Why did you think I am gay?

Shane Montez: It’s nothing. Let’s just move on.

Frankie LeDouche: No, I gotta know.

Shane Montez: Have you looked in a mirror?

***Frankie gets agree and walks away.***

Shane Montez: Haha. I guess he doesn’t want to finish his job. Why don’t you do it Red?

Red: Sure thing baby. So, first thing I want to get too. What happened to that Bobbi Idaho chick?

Shane Montez: I don’t know. Probably turned lesbian with Candy Cox.

Red: Were you upset at what happened to you at the hands of Miss Aleah and SteveTKO?

Shane Montez: The only thing that shocked me was the fact that I didn’t get to bed Aleah before she turned on me. But now that I know it was just a set up from the beginning, I can live with that.

Red: After what SteveTKO did to you, how are you feeling going in to your match tonigh?

Shane Montez: As everyone saw, SteveTKO jumped me from behind. They set the trap and I walked right in to it. I got my ass kicked. I got my head busted open. I can kick anyone’s ass from behind. The real question is how will SteveTKO feel when he has to face me face to face?

Red: But it is in a match that he made famous. A Stairway to Hell match.

Shane Montez: I have no idea what that is. But I guess I will find out. I assume it involves a ladder and some kind of weapon hanging above the ring. And if that is the case. I’m quick at climbing and I damn sure can use a weapon with the best of them.

Red: Well, I hope you win.

Shane Montez: Don’t worry baby. No matter what happens tonight, tomorrow you’ll be the winner.

***Shane kisses her as the scene fades***

[Cactus]

The camera is following 2 people walking through a very crowded street, there are drunken people everywhere. All we see of the two people is the back of there heads, we can see from the skin tone that one is black, the other white. Their contrasting skin tones go together like the eternal yin and yang, showing that combined their power is too much to handle. This is reflected in the way that all the drunken frat boys and their cheerleader girlfriends cut them a wide berth.

The camera zooms forwards past the two men, past the couple making out in the alleyway, past the nerd who has tried to be cool and is now throwing up on the side cheered by a crowd of baying students. It focus’s on a Hawaiian looking attractive young girl who is slowly walking towards the two unknown men. Around her neck is many garlands of beads, as she is walking up another young man approaches her and places yet another garland around her neck. He looks at her expectantly waiting for her to lift up her tight fitting top and expose herself, she smiles sweetly and brushes the young man off and continues to approach.

As she gets closer she stops, slowly takes off 2 garlands of beads and continues forward. As she gets close enough to the camera we can see that the young lady in question is Funamie. She takes one of the garlands and the man on the right leans down and she places it around his neck, he straightens back, she repeats the moment to man on the left the only difference is she kisses him lightly on the cheek.


Funamie“ Welcome to Mardi Gras . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Deathrow”

The camera swings round and focus’s on the 3 people in the shot, Cactus is staring intently around the area, Funamie is linked between the 2 men, a hint of a smile plays on her lips, E2 is standing there sporting a far away look in his eyes and is gently rubbing the spot where he received his kiss.

E2“ So let me get this straight, if I give you these beads back you have to show me your goodies ?”

Funamie“ Naw Nigga”

The camera pans over to Cactus who is wearing a bemused look on his face.

Cactus“ You two need to pack it in and get your heads in the game, tonight is the night that Deathrow lives up to its promise. We said that when we got together we would end up wearing tag team gold and tonight we are able to realise that dream. E2 I know you, like myself remember what it feels like to have gold around that waist of yours and I know we both want that feeling again so we need to stay rooted to the cause. Now tonight we will, Fuck off will you”

Cactus pushes a horny young guy who was trying to place beads around Funamie’s neck, the young guy hits a wall and slides down the poster advertising 12daze new concert dates and falls into a puddle of piss and stale beer.

Cactus“ As I was saying until we were rudely interrupted tonight is the night that we announce ourselves on the biggest night. Not only do we walk out as the tag team champions of the P2PW but soon Deathrow will be the biggest faction in P2PW today.”

Cactus, E2, and Funamie all stop and face each other then they all bump fists. They then return to their original places and continue on their way down the sidewalk.

E2“So you are telling us that they went for it, both of them? Soon we will be able to walk round like we own the place, we will have him upstairsE2 points to the sky looking out for us, having our backs, and from what I hear an old friend might be joining us also.”

Cactus“lets just get tonight over with and over the next couple of weeks all will become clear. Tonight we face four men all of whom I shall give my verdict on.”

E2"Number 1"

Cactus“ Mick, last week was only a taste of what will happen to you tonight, at some time during the match I will get hold of you I will give you what you have given just a couple of ladies in the past A LITTLE PRICK. We may have been close once but tonight not only is it business its also a little personal as I want you to walk out of Fever knowing that you lost to the greatest British wrestler on the card.”

Funamie"Number 2"

Cactus“How fitting that Trent Acid is “number 2 “ Trent I have waited a long time to get my hands on you as it was your arrival in the P2PW that caused me to lose the World title. There I was on the verge of pulling that title down after kicking the asses of 5 other superstars when you had to make yourself known. All I remember after was looking up at the floor and seeing the words BOMBS CAUSE EXTINITION and knowing that one day down the line I would get my hands on you. You dodged me when you were a decepticon but you can’t dodge anymore and tonight I will be the one who makes your title reign extinct."

The camera takes its time looking at the surroundings and zooms in on a large breasted woman slowly lifting her top up and as he is about to get the money shot E2’s voice can be heard in the background.

E2"Number 3"

Cactus“Tyler Stone, you claim to be the best technical wrestler in the world, we that may be but tonight is not about wrestling. Tonight you have 4 monsters in the nearly former champs and the future champs in Deathrow. Wrestling will not be a part of it tonight, tonight it will just be pure undiluted violence and to be honest by the end of the match there will be blood, sweat, and on behalf of MVP-Don and Trent there will be tears.

And this brings us to. . . . . .”

Funamie"Number 4"

Cactus“ ChadClassic, that’s if that is your name this week, you come here bitching and moaning that no no-one respects you or how much work you put in. Dude you are in a match for the world tag team championship. Speaking of your name this week you really need to decide on a gimmick you have had more names here than we have seen titties here in Mardi Gras. But I have figured out a gimmick for you, from this day forth you will be known as the black hole of charisma because you suck the charisma out of everyone, that’s why the office teamed you with Tyler, he has none as well.”

Funamie, E2, and Cactus all bump fists as they carry on their way down the street, the camera focus in on a street sign saying airport 10 miles

Cactus“Right we have had our fun and we are relaxed and focused on our goal tonight so E2 get us a cab and we will get to the arena”

E2“Naw nigga, you know taxi’s don’t stop for black folks in this neck of the woods, Amie flash some leg and get us a taxi, you are the eye candy so use it please”

Funamie rolls her eyes but walks to the kerb ignoring the drunken horny men trying to put beads on her and hails a taxi. E2 try’s to get in first but Cactus pulls him back and holds the door open for Funamie. E2 gets in next to sit next to her and Cactus just shrugs and gets in.

The camera follows the taxi till it’s just a speck in the distance then the screen fades to static.

[Red Ninja]

Scene opens with Red Ninja sitting in a rocking chair by a fireplace. He is wearing a pair of reading glasses and a bath robe. He holds a book on his lap. Classical music plays in the backround for a few seconds before dying down. Ninja looks up into the camera.

RN:Good evening, and welcome to the very first addition of "Red Ninja Presents" Im your host Red Ninja. Tonight we present a very special story. And how appropriate it be that this story comes in time for my decisive match against my former parter Diddly Squat. This story is about our former group "The Insanity". This presentation was directed by yours truly. So sit back and enjoy.

Scene fades out into a title card:

A Canadian, An Australian and a Texan:The Insanity story

That stays on for a few seconds before going into a shot of three actors sitting around in a set that is suppossed to resemble a lockeroom. One wears a red ski mask, the other wears a cowboy hat and glasses and is reading a book, the third has a boomarang and is wearing a long black coat. They are suppossed to be Red Ninja,Spaz and Diddly Squat. Fake Ninja and Fake Spaz have two belts that have a piece of paper that says P2PW taped to them. They sit around as a voice can be heard off camera saying "Roll,roll" getting their attention.

Fake Ninja(Looking at the camera as if he is reading something):Wow...Spaz...I cant.believe....that we..are still..(Looks at the camera with a squint)...P...2..P.W Tag Team Champions.

Fake Spaz(In a bad Australian accent):Yes...mate..were as lucky as a...Koala...on a telephone poll..

Fake Diddly(Angerly):Grr....

Fake Ninja looks at Fake Diddly.

Fake Ninja:Problem?(Looks back at the camera for a second than looks back) Diddly?

Fake Diddly:Nah pardner....Ima just letting out some frustration on account of ya'll winning the tag titles and me not having nothing.

Fake Spaz:Well mate...you could have my belt.

Fake Spaz holds his tag title out to Diddly. Fake Diddly goes to grab it but Fake Ninja stops him.

Fake Ninja:No...Spaz you cant...we won the belts....together.

Fake Spaz:So what?....Everyone knows that...Im destined for singles greatness.

Fake Ninja:Says...who?

Fake Spaz:Says...the three most important people...Me,...myself and I. Everyone wants to see me with a title that means something...not some..lame ass tag title....mate.

Fake Ninja gasps as the traditional "Bomp Bomp Bomp" theme music plays.

Scene fades out back to the real Red Ninja who is sitting in the chair reading a copy of Maxim.

RN:Whoa check out the thighs on her. Would love those around my neck....

Ninja looks up and sees the camera. He throws the magazine away.

RN:If your wondering where the rest of the film is...well I haven't filmed the rest yet. Hey try filming a movie while working a schedule as professional wrestler. Im Red Ninja, not Steven Speilberg. So sue me....wait don't sue me..I didn't mean that. But anyway...what I think I showed a valuable part right there. That's what kind of led to the rift if you will between Diddly and me. See after some time it became kind of apparent that Spaz really only cared about himself. We tried the Insanity thing twice. Once in PWA and again here in P2PW. It seemed to work out at the start but it always seems to come apart. I thought at one time when I was just starting out that is was going to be Spaz and Diddly than known as Spinal Fusion Surgery who were going to be the breakout stars. But as time went on it was I who turned out to be the true star of this trio. I guess you can consider me the Terry Gordy of the Insanity. Except I'm not big and Im still alive.

Ninja bows his head for a second. He than looks up.

RN:Sorry had to have a moment of silence for that one. Anyway its almost deja vu, Insanity falls apart I got to face off against my former partners. Except Spaz decided to take a weak way out. But you know what I say fuck him...he wanted to be the breakout star, he wanted us to be second fiddle. I swear to the god above me I'd rather sit through Deuce Bigelow:European Giggalo than team up with that lazy Aussie again. Diddly you chose your path, you turned your back on me. Its time for the long awaited face off. We've faced off a few times early in our careers. But now we've grown a bit and now its time to have one more match to determine just who the better man is. Thats what it all comes down two former friends, two former friends going in to battle it out tooth and nail to prove an undeniable fact to everyone. Diddly this is going to be settled once and for all, this is the blow off, the conclusion. The final chapter in the story of the Insanity will be this match right here. Wrestle Fever 2 will be the end of an era.

Thats all for this week. Join us next time for "Red Ninja presents" when we will be airing.....Pootie Tang.

Scene ends.

[Drow]

My Votes:

Red Ninja

Simz

Aladdin

Ulimate Battle Royal:

1) Starcrunch
2) Spackle
3) Wolverine

Soundscream…. (this was a tough choice)

Jessica McDaniels

Chad Classic and Tyler "The Assassin" Stone

Shinns Theory

Stare

[Drow]

The days to Wrestle Fever 2 are counting down, in a matter of days now we’ll see many huge matches unfold, not the least of which is the three way tag team title match, between Death Row, MVP Don and Trent Acid and the newly formed team of Chad Classic and Tyler Stone. The camera pans a cross a completely empty arena except for one person sitting in the front row, that person is none other than Tyler Stone. Tyler stands when the camera stops on him and points to Zeroin. The screen flashes to life with the Assassin’s and Chad’s match against Star Crunch and Chilly Willy. The match is fast forwarded to Chad’s and Tyler’s eventual victory and the two celebrate as they know they are going to wrestle fever. The Zeroin goes blank once again and when the camera returns to where Tyler was, he is no longer there, but instead he is actually in the ring walking around and looking towards the empty arena. Tyler looks back towards the camera after taking in a deep breath and finally starts to speak about his up coming match at Wrestle Fever. His voice is very calm, yet serious in tone.

This is what it’s all about… a shot at gold here in P2PW. My first opportunity to prove to everyone else that I have what it takes to be a champion. I already know I have the skills and abilities of a champion. But a champion needs more than these things alone to be a champion. A champion needs determination, strength of will, and probably the most important thing of all… Heart. Any one who doesn’t posses any of these qualities will never be a champion or if by some fluke they manage to win, they will never be able to hold their position for long. I have all of these traits in abundance and my partner seems to posses many of them as well. I only hope his heart is as in the match as mine is. We are the underdogs in this match, we are the newest tag team formed of two people who have never focused on tag events until recently. Even when I was a Decepticon I fought mainly in singles matches.

Now many of my opponents I have never faced in competition and as such neither of us know what the other is capable of. Sure there are some really big names, like Cactus, but how long has he been here for? He’s held a belt or two, but where are they now? He may have what it takes to become a champion, but certainly not to keep it. E2 I know nothing about so I will have to take him as the match goes on and watch his movements and prowess while he’s in the ring against me or the other team. MVP Don, as far as I’ve seen so far, without his tag team partner to step in, he’s nothing but a joke, a disgrace to the tag team titles. He will be nothing to worry about in the upcoming event. And finally I get to the one person I know very well and he knows me very well… Trent Acid.

Tyler walks around the ring collecting his thoughts before continuing on. He stops and sits up on the third turnbuckle before speaking again.

Now Trent you and I first met after I joined the Decepticons, and we fought beside each other and even looked out for each other while Soundscream was losing his mind. You will be the one I most want to face in this ring at Wrestle Fever… you see I still owe you for your cheap shot and the best way I can think of getting back at you is not to only take your titles from you, but to make you tap out in the process thereby giving me your belt and admitting once and for all that I am better than you. Of course I already know this and at Wrestle Fever so will the entire world.

My one driving goal since I got here was to have a championship belt around my waist, and now I have that chance and I have a partner who is capable of holding his own in the ring unlike when I had to carry Trent’s worthless ass in the tag matches when he was my partner, so if he can win a championship belt, it obviously can’t be that hard. Chad and I are walking into Wrestle Fever as the underdogs and when it’s all over we will walk out on top, with the Tag Team titles around our waist. Trent says he knows all of my tricks and moves, that may be so, but I know all of his as well and how to counter them. This match will be personal between the two of us and I will make sure that he taps out at Wrestle Fever.

The Assassin gets off of the top turnbuckle and lays down in the middle of the ring as he continues to speak.

This is a night that Chad and I have been waiting for, a night to prove that we are both worthy of being champions, and it all happens at Wrestle Fever 2. I’ve taken down giants before and I will do so again, if Shinn’s monster Azreal couldn’t stop me then there is no way I’m letting any one else think they can psuh me or my partner around, any who come to the ring with that attitude will be very surprised when Chad and start beating the holy hell out of them. We have the task of having to prove ourselves and lets face it, Star crunch and Chilly Willy weren’t much of a warm up.

So I say to my partner…. Lets show them what the new blood of P2PW is capable of, lets take those tag titles for our own and show that we can hold them no matter who we have to fight. Our time is now and we are the future the rest are history and no one who holds on to history can build a future, Chad and I are the future of P2PW, may be some day you’ll see one of us as Heavyweight Champion, though that is down the line, first and foremost we take the Tag Team Championship and wear it proudly and watch as all who challenge us fall before us and it all starts in a few days with our victory at Wrestle Fever…. So Trent make sure our belts are shined up, I want you to be able to see your broken body in it’s reflection as I walk off with it.

The Assasssin gets up and walks out of the ring then the arena, the camera fades out as we see people coming into inspect the setup.

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=red,2,300]No one, not even you will remember if we were good men or bad, why we fought, or why we died…[/glow]



*Start on a completely green screen. The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the green was a 5 on an old digital clock. The camera zooms out until the whole clock, and the top of the table it’s on are in the center of the screen. The camera stops zooming, and pauses. The time on the clock is 7:59, but it quickly turns to 8:00, and a beeping alarm goes off. Some rustling is heard and a few seconds later a hand reaches on screen and grabs at the clock. The hand is obviously trying to turn off the alarm and eventually does. The arm is tattooed up to the wrist, but there are tattoos across the fingers and on that part of the hand between the thumb and pointer finger. The hand picks up the clock and points it’s face toward the hand’s body, then sets it back on the table. The camera zooms out to reveal a moderate hotel room, and NIN Horror lying in bed next to the table. NIN removes the covers and sits up on the side of the bed. This would be the first time a p2p audience has seen NIN’s chest, stomach, and back tattoos, due in part to the fact that NIN is just wearing shinny little gold boxers. NIN rubs his eyes and runs his fingers through his long black hair, in lue of comb. NIN stands up and walks over to the sink, turns a handle and splashes water on his face. He dries off with a towel and walks over to the bed. He reaches down into a gym bag and pulls out a pair of baggy wrinkled black cargo pants, a pink T-shirt, and a red-plaid bandana. He drops the last two on the bed, puts on the pants, puts on the pink T-shirt with “Runnin wild n’ the city.” on it, and lastly puts on the bandana, covering the top of the head. NIN sits on the edge of the bed and reaches near the gym bag, and drags out some shinny black leather boot things, and slides his feet in, no socks. NIN then reaches at the gym bag, unzips a little pocket, and pulls out a shinny platinum chain necklace with a gold Hatchetman charm. He gently rubs the charm and puts the necklace on. NIN stands up and walks to a circled table, which has a number of road travel things on it. Noticeably, NIN picks up an unmarked pill bottle, pops two blue tablets into his hand, sets the bottle down, picks up a half empty bottle of vodka, unscrews the lid, pops the pills in his mouth and takes a swig of vodka. NIN makes a face as he relids the bottle and sets it back down. He then picks up keys, wallet, room key, and cell phone, and puts them in various pockets. NIN looks back across the room, then the table, and then walks out the door. We se NIN take an immediate left, but the door closes, and the camera stays in the room, focused on the door, and the scene fades to black. *


*Fade from black square on a parking spot. A few seconds go by and Type O Negative’s “Summer Breeze” slowly fades into the background. It gets generally louder until a black, 1970 Pontiac GTO pulls into the parking spot, well it double parks actually. Now the music is pretty loud, but stops when the car’s engine gets cut. The driver’s door opens and out comes NIN Horror, now wearing his signature golden sunglasses. NIN has a Subway cup in one hand, and his keys in the other. He closes the door, locks the car, pockets the keys, sips the drink and walks forward, all the way off screen. The scene cuts to inside what looks like a film studio/offices. A lot of production people are walking around, and as the camera pans around we see Summer Annesley talking to some people. The camera soon pans to some older, bald production guy, who seems to be in a hurry. He has large headphones resting on his neck and is constantly checking his clipboard as he walks hastily down a few halls. He eventually stops, puts his hands on his hips, and in a near scolding tone, speaks out. *

Man: Where’ve you been? Don’t you know what time it is? It’s nearly *looks at his watch* eight forty.

*The camera cuts to NIN Horror who is sipping his drink without a care on his face. He gradually stops and speaks solemnly. *

NIN: I had stuff to do, *looks at the man’s nametag* Jim.

Jim: I don’t care, do know how much time we’ve lost, oh wait just come here.

*Jim starts walking in the way he just walked from, and NIN follows, sipping that cola drink. Jim looks through the papers in the clipboard, pulls one out and hands it to NIN. *

Jim: Go over that fast. Look, do you know how busy we are around this time? We have to stick to a strict schedule and we can’t have people just showing up when they feel, otherwise we’ll get backed up by days. Now do you think you can get that down quickly?

*NIN just looks at the paper, until they walk up to Summer Annesley. *

Jim: NIN this is Summer, she’s new and very happy to be apart of the team.

*Summer smiles and extends her hand to NIN. *

Summer: Hi NIN, it’ll be a pleasure to work with you today.

*NIN does not extend his hand, but just looks at Summer, and she withdraws her hand. *

NIN: The pleasure’s all yours Shelly, but do me a favor, and don’t get in my shot.

*Jim and Summer look shocked, and NIN turns to Jim. *

NIN: And you can cram it with walnuts ugly.

*NIN crumbles up the paper and simultaneously drops it and the drink. NIN then walks away, into the center of the room and sets in a chair in front of a big Wrestle Fever II poster. NIN makes a hand sign for the cameras to start rolling, the screen focuses on NIN, who begins to speak. *

NIN: Ok Chochkie, Wrestle Fever II, the biggest event in p2p history. Thirty-eight superstars will all reach a turning point in their careers. Some will have their career kickstarted, some will reach the next level, and even some will see their final curtain. But it will certainly be a night no one will soon forget. I sure won’t, you see, I’ve been in this company for over six months, which is the most time I’ve spent in any American fed in over a year, and in those six months I’ve been underused, unappreciated, misused, and overall insulted. But soon, none of that will matter. At Wrestler Fever II I will be fighting nine other competitors for the title of my choosing. Any title I want, the International Title, the Rage Title, or even The World Title. But first I have to go through nine others, six strangers, two enemies, and one friend. When I look back at all that I’ve done in this year I cannot even guess why at least half of my opponents are being given the same opportunity as me. When I look back nearly seven months of how I raised up the ranks, how I went from a stranger to one of the most respected wrestlers in this company, … at my hard work, dedication, and sacrifice, I cannot even humor a reasonable explanation as to why someone like S-K-Y would be given the same opportunity as me. Every time I’ve been asked to deliver to this company, I’ve delivered with expediential quality. Though, when I signed with p2p, my first match in I just did what I needed to do to get by because I was wrestling in a pure filler match with a clown. A few months later when I had my second, filler match here, I didn’t care to give it my all, at that point I even contemplated leaving the company. Funny thing by the way, my second match was against Chilly Willy, who I ended up destroying with a chair. That dq is the only blemish on my record, and at Fever I’m going to take special pride in destroying you again Chilly. I don’t care who throws you out, but I will hurt you, just as I will hurt that other loser Starcrunch if she tries to save you. And that just reminds me how bad I actually feel about my match at Fever, one, it’s not an actual match, it’s a Battle Royal, and two, I am the only one in that match that remotely deserves the title shot, shot. Can anyone honestly tell me what those clowns have done in the last five months? I mean, Chilly and Star were given shot shots at the Tag titles a few weeks ago and what did they do? Lose, and now they both have shots at any title? Seriously. A long time ago, I had a match against Pastor Script Dollar Bill, with Simz, with Aladdin, and with Vegeta. I not only fought ramped interference, but I overcame it and won. I’ve met Vegeta before, and I wasn’t impressed. I don’t know nor care what Wolverine, Steveo, and S-K-Y have done here or anywhere for that matter, so eliminating them will be a walk in the park. And then there’s that sombitch Cole Slocum. While I was on the bottom rung of p2p, waiting months in-between for bookings, that cholo got hypings, little vignettes, and an all around moon pushing. And when it was time for him to debut, he gave a new meaning to the word craptastic. The amount of talent I have dwarfs him on his best day, yet he got the push. I’m sure the Royal will be his last match, so I’m going to make sure to break his legs, or arms, or neck, whichever I feel like. At Fever, after I win the Title Shot of my choice, P2PW will enter a new chapter, the Age of Horror will be upon you all soon. A title will be mine, so just watch and find out which one.

*NIN stands up out of the chair and walks off screen. The scene cuts back to the parking lot, focused on the back of NIN’s GTO, which hastily backs out of the spot and speeds off camera. The scene cuts to the car interior, with the camera nicely settled on the dashboard, so we can see the whole driver’s side. The stereo is blasting Zager & Evens’ song “In The Year 2525”. NIN is driving faster than other cars, which we see through the window. NIN makes a few turns and the previous city setting eventually fades away. NIN is now driving on a dusty desert road; he reaches for the stereo controls and the volume of the song decreases to background noise. NIN now begins to speak. *

NIN: JT, I first met you about nine months ago, back in GWX. I originally didn’t care for you that much but I never really disliked you. So over awhile I tried to like you, but I just couldn’t. I never made it public because I know how intertwined a bunch of these popular feds are, so I didn’t want to start any heat or backstage shit ya know. But recently a lot of those feds have been getting, well bad, so I couldn’t really care about them, but the p2p grows, and even though I don’t need it, I like to have a good American fed to work in. So at some point I thinks ‘well fuck backstage stuff, I don’t want those other feds so who cares who I hate.’ And then two things happen. First my best friend forever Spackle signs up here, and then you sign up here. So now while I’m feeling good and all you, JT Blade, walk into a company like p2p. JT you are honestly the kind of wrestler I’d expect to see in someone’s backyard. When you’re in the ring I think of a fish, flopping around on dirt. When you talk I can’t help but to turn away, because you have as much charisma as my left boot. No wait that’s mean, my left boot has more charisma than you. Well I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re a joke and I hate you. I hope someone gorilla presses you over the top and you land on your ugly face. I’ve wanted to put you in your place for a long time now but I’ve never had the chance. Don’t think being the ICW world champ means anything, because it doesn’t. That’s like winning the Special Olympics. JT don’t think anything you say could actually happen. You’re skills are not equal to mine, you aren’t even in my league, no, you’re not even playin the same sport. I don’t know who will toss you out at Fever, I don’t care about that because I only need to toss one person out, but when that bell rings I will go after you and hurt you. I don’t care that you only have to toss people out but believe me when I say that I will hurt you. JT I will teach you that this is no playground, and you are no one to step foot on it. You don’t belong here and nobody wants you here, so after I destroy you, take your twenty bucks from Shinn’s and never come back.

*NIN reaches and turns the music back up, and the scene cuts to a shot of the car driving. Pretty soon it reaches a dusty cliff, and stops almost parallel to the edge. We can tell that NIN turns the car off, and the scene cuts to a close shot of NIN opening the driver’s door and stepping out. He closes the door behind him and leans back against the side of the car. NIN reaches into both of his pockets, in the left he holds a disposable lighter, and in the right he holds a silver cigarette case. He opens the case, which is half filled with “handrolled” cigarettes, takes one out, closes the case, puts the cig in his mouth, pockets the case, lights the cig, and pockets the lighter. NIN takes a long drag and looks off into the distance. The camera cuts to a slow panning shot of the city down in a valley, like something from a Sergio Leone movie. The camera then cuts back to NIN, with the camera focused on his upperbody. NIN holds the cig in his right arm off to the side as smoke blows out of his mouth and into the wind. NIN takes another hit and looks at the camera. *

NIN: Spackle I didn’t send you that kid to throw you off, I thought you’d like some little kid to mold into a little mini you or something. I don’t care where your head is, if I wanted to “fix” you for a match I’d send a guy to crack your knee with a crowbar, and then I’d visit you at home the next day. I’m not pinned against any wall or whatnot, I’m cool like a summer shower. We haven’t fought each other in well over a year, then we were about equal, but since then I’ve continuously gotten better while you just got a little better. I mean let’s face it, early this year when I was headlining shows across the world, you were strung out on crack and shit. I’m not saying you’re bad now, hell you’re better than most people but let’s get real. You’re going against me, The NIN Horror, the best wrestler to ever live. You don’t have a chance, not because you’re bad or nothin but I’m just so good. No one has a chance. I get better every match; I get stronger, faster, and smarter every day. I am what the ancient Greeks told stories about, I am what the Renaissance painted and sculpted. I am what Jesus talked about before they sent him home. Allah gave the Earth form, animals, and people, but I give the Earth light every time I step into the ring. So here’s to you Spackle, Jesus loves you more than you will know, but I will toss you over that top damn rope, because I am going to win the Battle Royal and takes the title shot of my choosing. But hey, no hard feelings. We’ll still be friends after this match, and I’m sure you’ll be there to help me win the title I go after, not that I need the help though. But I’m sure you’ll get a title shot of your own soon enough, then we can go after the tag titles and hold four big ugly belts. In time my friend, in time.

*NIN laughs and takes another hit as he looks back off into the distance. He blows smoke back into the wind as the scene fades to black. *



[glow=red,2,300]Your sword is good, I admit. But still, if you should lose it you're finished. But my arms, they always stay with me.[/glow]

[shinnstheory]

WrestleFever II Commercial

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WWE's Braveheart Spoof Spoof
(technically not a spoof, but yeah)[/size]

Starring:[/b]
The "Original" Blood Pack[/color]

We go Inside The Blood Pack's Room. They are all sitting around with a look of confusement. The camera pans to see them watching WWE superstar, HHH, advertising Wrestlemania in a Braveheart Spoof. The scene cuts as Aladdin stops the VCR

Vegeta: That was lame . . .

SIMZ: Totally Gay . . .

Aladdin: You know you're running out of idea's when you start to steal movie scenes. I'm glad the creative minds at P2P are smarter than this.

A figure walks into the screen as Aladdin, Vegeta, and SIMZ all look up to see Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. He is decked out in a Scottish Kilt, long haired wig, a pair of bagpipes, and his face is painted blue and red

Aladdin: What the Hell are you supposed to be?

the camera pans in on Bishop's face

Bishop: I'm Mel Gibson! Or, William Wallace . . .the guy from Braveheart.

SIMZ: Nice dress . . .

Vegeta: Now that's totally gay!

Bishop: Oh come on, y'all! I even got the accent down!

Bishop clears his throat

Bishop: Aye, evr'y las one of you's are here forah reason! They've taken our lan, they've taken our lives, but they'll never take . . . AARRRGGGHHH FRAAAAYYYYDDUUMMMM!

Bishop raises his arm as the camera pans back to SIMZ, Vegeta, and Aladdin, whom all look dumbfounded

Bishop: What do you guys think?

Aladdin: Wow! Just wow!

Vegeta: On a scale of one to ten, ten being extremly gay, and one being totally straight, that was a twelve point five . . .

SIMZ: Really! Is "Our Freedom" gonna replace "Chuuuurrch"?

Bishop: Of course not, playa. Though, I do think it is catchy, it's always about the Chuuuurrrccchhh! But, was it really that bad?

Vegeta: Dude, we're not even pretending we know you right now.

Vegeta, Aladdin, and SIMZ all get up and walk out. Bishop is left standing in his outfit. He blows in the bagpipes as they let out a terrible sound. He throws them down and walks away

Bishop: I knew I should've kept the receipt for this dress!

[glow=red,4,300]WRESTLEFEVER 2
COMING SOON[/glow]

[jessica]

The scene fades in high above on the roof tops of the arena. The cameraman pans around as if he's looking for someone.

Camerman: Ok, ok, where is she?

The cameraman finally spies a lone figure standing along the roof top's edge. As he zooms in he sees that is is none other than Jessica McDaniels. The wind begins to stir and its blowing her long black trench coat and her hair as it does. Jessica looks up and nods to the cameraman who seems nervous. Jessica laughs.

What's the matter afraid of heights? I'm not. Its rather peaceful up here.Jessica looks out over the city.I like the thrill of being up here. I like to live dangerously. Apparently, Executioner does as well. Seems he has this fetish of wanting to fight the divas. Its laughable that he thinks he can beat me tonight.

You see, those who know me, know I won't back down from a fight, even if the deck is stacked against me. SOme may ask why did you even bother to show up? Well, its simple. Someone has to show arrognant assholes like Executioner that the P2PW Divas won't be pushed around. Someone has to prove we are just as good as anyone else is in this fed.

Now as for our stipulation....the loser must leave. Now, granted, I haven't been around in awhile, but I had to make a return...even if it is for just one match. I had to prove that I still have what it takes to hang with the P2PW crew. Perhaps not so much to any of you, but more so to myself. So, if its my time to leave, I figured I might as well go out with a blaze of glory.

Oh, and about the thrill of danger, I meant that.

With that being said, Jessica turns her back to the edge and allows herself to fall backwards. The cameraman stands there in shock for a moment before rushing to the edge and peering over. All he can see is a bungee cord and harness swinging in the wind as Jessica is gone.

[jessica]

And for my votes...


Red Ninja

Simz

Aladdin

Ulimate Battle Royal:

1) Starcrunch
2) Spackle
3) Wolverine

Reaper

Jessica McDaniels

Chad Classic and Tyler "The Assassin" Stone

Shinns Theory

Stare

[Gormy]

The club was dark and gloomy. Smoke billowed up in small trails here and there. It was hot in the room. The music was loud, with a bass that throbbed through your very soul. It was a small place, discretion being the idea. Some other gentlemen’s clubs would entice you in with flashing neon and pictures of naked women. This club however, didn’t advertise. In fact, unless you knew it was there, you would pass it by and not even notice anything at all.

The smartly dressed man walked confidently up the street and down the stairs into the foyer of the club. Here he was met by a doorman in a smart black expensive suit, who said ‘good evening sir’ as he passed him by. He didn’t reply, but instead, walked through a large double door, into the main area of the club itself. He made his way towards his favourite table and sat down. A young girl came to the table and asked if he would like to order any drinks. He did. He ordered champagne and away she went to get it. He watched her as she made her way to the bar, her long legs barely covered by the tiny skirt she wore. Nice, he thought, but not what he had come to see. Apparently, the new girl was a definite treat and he was looking forward to it.

His attention turned to the girl on stage. She danced provocatively in front of the men sat nearer the stage. She spun, teased and gyrated with the pole at the front of the stage. Every so often, she would remove another piece of clothing. When she did, there would be the odd wolf whistle and the crowd would become a little more restless. They were proper gentlemen however, so it was all very muted. No stag parties here. No drunken groups of men, trying to grope the dancers. The security around the club was minimal. It was the stomping ground of barristers and surgeons; it didn’t require massive bald gorillas in ill fitting suits.

She was down to just her G-string now. Now she came right to the front of the stage. She dance some more, moving onto the floor, rubbing her body along as men thrust notes into her G-string. As the music came to a crescendo, she removed the last of her clothing and paraded herself in front of the hot, flushed men. More wolf whistles came and with it some cheers and claps. As the music ended, the girl disappeared behind the red velvet curtain and was replaced by another, this time fully clothed girl. Another cycle began.

The waitress had returned with his champagne. She set the chiller bucket down on the table, along with 2 flutes. He watched her more closely. She was pretty with long blonde hair. Her shirt barely contained her ample assets. Shame they were false, he thought. He preferred them how nature intended them to be. He opened his wallet and tipped her generously. His champagne was added to his tab, as it always was.

WAITRESS There you go sir. I hope you enjoy your evening. Is there anything else I can get for you?

MAN Yes, yes there is. I want to see the new girl…Ruby.

WAITRESS Of course, sir, I’ll just let her know. She won’t be long.

With that, the waitress turns away and again wiggles towards the bar. Instead of placing an order with the barman, she goes through a door at the right of the bar and closes it behind her. A minute later, she emerges again and begins to clear up glasses and wine bottles from the tables.

The man pours himself a glass of champagne. He takes a sip, smiles. It is exactly the right temperature. It’s these little touches, he thinks, that makes it all worth coming here. He sits and watches the girl on stage. She is running a feather boa across the tops of the heads of the men sat on the front row of tables. He smiles again. He looks towards the door where the waitress went a few moments before, checking for Ruby. There is no sign of her. He frowns. Not like the girls in here. Usually, if they weren’t already tied up with a client, they would be out within a minute. The waitress didn’t say she was busy, so she must be in there. He scans through the crowd near the bar, just in case she is already on her way over, but sees nothing. Not that he would know what he was looking for. All he knows so far is she has striking red hair and wears a red ruby in her navel. His attention is drawn back to the stage again, but he cannot concentrate. He shuffles slightly in his seat, his impatience growing. Again, he looks towards the door, but still nothing. Absentmindedly, his hand feels towards the table for his champagne. ‘Not good enough’ he thinks to himself. He would have to have a word with the management about her.

Instead of finding his drink on the table where he left it, he feels a gloved hand around his glass instead. He spins his head around and sees her. She is dressed in a red velvet evening gown. Over her face is a black satin and lace masquerade mask and on her hands are black gloves. One of which is holding out his champagne for him. He smiles and takes the glass. He doesn’t say a word, but instead pours her a glass and hands it to her. She takes a small sip and puts her glass down.

MAN I thought you weren’t coming at all. He laughs politely and she smiles down at him. I hope you are worth the wait. He groans inwardly at the cheesiness of the line. He hopes she doesn’t notice. She doesn’t seem to. Instead she stands in front of him. She begins to sway to the music. He sits back, ready for the treat in store for him.

As she begins to dance for him, she takes the pins from her hair. It falls down around her shoulders in red curls. She takes off her gloves next. Teasing him with them, stroking his face and finally letting them fall in his lap. Next she begins to dance closer to him, but never touching him. She turns around, her back to him. She places her hand behind her back and slowly begins to undo the zip down the back of her dress, all the time moving in time to the music.

He begins to feel a bit hotter than he did before. He can see the black basque underneath the dress. He wants to grab her, rip the dress and the basque off, but he won’t, he waits. Finally, the dress falls to the floor, where it is kicked to the side by one of Ruby’s high heels. She stands facing him again, now down to her basque, thong, stockings and heels. She rubs her hands up and down herself suggestively and the man begins to loosen his tie. He can feel the heat travelling up and down his body. He begins to squirm a little, his trousers becoming a little tighter. He aches to touch her as she begins to dance even closer to him. He can almost feel her brush against his face. His breathing becomes shallower, his excitement growing. She turns her back to him and moves away slightly. She places her fingers under the sides of her thong. She turns again to face him.

‘This is it’ he thinks as she turns around. He can see her begin to pull slightly on the elastic, only a small piece of fabric now between him and her. She lifts a leg and places her foot on his shoulder as she pulls the sides a little lower. His heart is hammering now. His groin is hot and tight, he can’t wait to see what is underneath.

She removes her foot from his shoulder and for a moment he doesn’t feel a thing. Then in an instant, BAM! She stamps the heel of her stiletto into his balls. For a moment he doesn’t do a thing, he can’t breath. Then the scream comes. It can’t be heard over the loud music and whistles of the other customers. He feels sick but cant; all he can do is roll himself into a ball at her feet. She waits till he is down on the ground before she starts.

First she kicks him again in his stomach. Then she pulls his head up by his hair and smashes it against the table so hard the champagne bottle falls over and begins to run over the side of the table into his face. He can taste the blood in his throat from his broken nose. She slams his head into the table again. She lets his head go and it drops with a sickening thud to the hard floor. She crouches down beside him. He is groaning, holding his balls and retching. She sneers at him in disgust. She pulls out his right hand from his crotch and places it flat on the floor. He seems helpless and doesn’t seem to know what is happening to him. All he can do is hurt. She stamps on his open hand with her heel, driving it hard into his flesh, braking bone in the process. He screams again, tears running down his face.

MAN Why are you doing this? He manages to scream at her. He sounds pathetic, nothing like the confident man that walked through the door not an hour beforehand. He begins to weep and wail, still holding his balls. They feel wet now with the blood from his split sac.

RUBY I wont tell you why, I will show you why.

With that, she takes off her mask. Its Gormy stood in front of the man. She sneers down at his tear filled and now fear filled eyes.

GORMY You see, I heard you were in town and I thought I would give you a little message to take back to Addryd. As his old manager and long time friend, I thought you were the perfect messenger. Show him your wounds. I want you to show him you’re broken fingers, your bruised ribs, your broken nose, your bruised and swollen manhood. I want you to show him. When you do, I want you to tell him it was me that did it. I want you to make sure you pass this on word for word. Will you promise me that?

MAN Fuck you. Tell him yourself. You’ve done enough damage, I wont tell him a thing.

Gormy stamps her feet in temper. Then she kicks him straight in the stomach again. It is slightly flabby and to her it feels like she is kicking bread dough.

GORMY Fine, have it your way. She growls in his face. With that, she kicks him straight in the mouth, kicking out all 4 of his front top teeth.

GORMY If you wont pass the message on, then I will make sure you can’t speak at all tiger. She kicks him again in the mouth.

His face now covered in blood, he screams again. One or two customers nearer his table look over, unsure of what they have heard. Gormy turns towards them and smiles seductively at them and begins to sway again in time to the music. Placated, the customers turn back towards the stage, not wanting to miss the show. She stops dancing and turns her attention back towards her victim. He has stopped screaming and is blubbering, bubbles of blood coming from his mouth and nose.

She grabs her evening gown and rolls it into a ball. She places it under his head, not wanting him to choke on his blood. Then she crouches down beside the man, kneeling in front of his rolled up body.

GORMY I am so sorry I had to do that to you. I don’t like to hurt innocent people, but you have got to understand something. Absentmindedly, she begins to stroke his hair while she speaks, like a mother with a sick child. I need you to go back to your friend Addryd and tell him he will receive the same treatment at Wrestlefever. Tell him I am sick of being the punch bag for new jocks in the fed who think they can come beat the crap out of me because I am a girl. Tell him I am out to make an example of him for anyone else with who thinks they can impress Shinns and Stare by jumping me from behind. Tell him, he is a walking dead man. Then, my friend, call his mum and tell her to come and hold her son, hold him tight and kiss him goodbye, because it is her that is the one who will have to bury his dead, bruised, broken body.

Gormy stands up and for a moment stands over the man with a look of horror mixed with pity. Then she walks away from the table, out of the main area of the club, back through the door at the side of the bar. When the door is closed, she calls 911 from the payphone and reports that there has been an incident at the club, an ambulance is needed. Lastly, she grabs her long coat and walks out of the club into the cool night air, her heels clicking as she walks away.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy's Promo[/glow]

Willy and Starcrunch are seen hugging eachother and Chilly Willy leaves the room. Kacey Garcia meets up with him in the hallway.

[glow=pink,2,300]Kacey Garcia[/glow]- Chilly Willy. My first question is, what are you going to do about Wolverine?
Chilly Willy's starts to speak and his voice has a lot of intensity

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Well, Wolverine is a pussy, plain and simple. He needed to hit me with a car in order to win. I also have friends, unlike Wolverine. I also have ability, unlike Wolverine. I also want to state that I am not all glitter and glamour. I have ability, intensity and intelligence and tonight, I will showcase my aggressive side.

[glow=pink,2,300]Kacey Garcia[/glow]- Okay. Now for the next question. Have you and Starcrunch patched things up?

Chilly Willy's voice began to lower to a friendly tone.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Yes we have. Me and Star have solidified our friendship and we plan to eliminate everyone until us two are left. Then, we will have a respected match.

Chilly Willy now has a smirk on his face until Kacey starts to speak.

[glow=pink,2,300]Kacey Garcia[/glow]- Good. Now what are your plans for a title shot?

Chilly Willy's face a confused look.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- I don't know. If I go for the World or International, I will be happy but guilty at the same time. I will leave Star alone. But if I go for the tag team then I will never show that I can main event. So I am undecided.

[glow=pink,2,300]Kacey Garcia[/glow]- Last question. Are you worried about the match?

Chilly Willy's intensity is starting to show again

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Yes. I am worried but not that much. I mean all of the superstars are rookies except three people. I have a seventy-five percent chance in this match so I'm not too worried.

[glow=pink,2,300]Kacey Garcia[/glow]- Okay thanks. Good bye.

Kacey leaves as Chilly Willy is still staring at the camera.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- You know what? I am sure that Wolverine is in some asylum somewhere but I know that he will show up to proove that he isn't what people think. The sad thing is. He isn't intelligent enough to know that everyone else in this match is better. Oh yeah! I forgot. This is to everyone else in this match. I am the Ladies Man but I am also a very aggressive and talented wrestler so watch out J.T. Blade. Or NIN Horror, or everyone else. I am the best in the buisness and I will prove it tonight!

Chilly Willy then leaves towards the locker room. He opens the door to find that no one is in there. He sits down in a comfortable leather couch. He then pulls out a Hustler magazine from under the couch and he starts to smile. He starts to speak in a low tone.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Man I really ned this <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.qklinkserver.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=&k=stress%20reliever" onmouseover="window.status='Search for: stress reliever'; self.ql_skeyphrase='stress%20reliever'; if(window.event) self.ql_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.ql_timeout = setTimeout('ql_doMouseOver(1)', 1000); self.ql_isOverLink=true; return true;" onclick="if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; ql_closeiframe(); self.ql_skeyphrase='stress%20reliever'; window.status='Search for: stress reliever';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('ql_closeiframe()', 1500); ">stress reliever</a>. Hmpf. I've already read this.

He then throws the magazine under the couch as he walks to a poster of Wrestlefever 2.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Tonight is the night Will. You need to do the right thing. Go for the right title. Please Star and yourself. Sacrifice all of your strength for one chance. Do it. Go do it for your fans. Go!

Chilly Willy gives a short prayer and now he jogs off towards the gorilla position for the battle royale.


The End

[shinnstheory]

WrestleFever II Commercial

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Wayne's World Spoof

Starring
Shane Montez
Darth Peccatus
Shinn's Theory

We see "Shane's World" pop-up on the screen, followed by the singing of "Shane's World! Shane's World! Party Time! Excellent! Woowoowoowoowoo!" The scene soon cuts to see Shane Montez sitting on a couch with a cap on with long brown hair coming down from it

Shane: Alright guys, welcome to Shane's World! Excellent! First off, time for extreme close-up!

The camera zooms in on Shane as he scream "Woah!" The screen shoots over to see Darth Peccatus, with a C3-PO mask on. He sits still as the camera stays on him. He slowly turns his head to Shane, who is staring at him

Shane: Ummm, Darth, you're not going to do the extreme close-up?

There is a brief silence until Darth begins to imitate C-3PO

Darth: Extreme close-up . . . I believe I do not know what that means?

Shane smiles at the camera and leans in and whispers to Darth

Shane: Damn it! How many times do we have to go over this, you're not really from Star Wars. Its' a "fictional" movie.

Darth looks up at Shane and slowly takes the mask off

Darth: ok . . .

Shane: Alright! Party on! First off, I'd like to welcome my guest. He is the co-owner of the P2PW, Shinn's Theory!

Shane and Darth clap as Shinns comes downstairs with a picture frame

Shane: Excellent . . .excellent. Alright, so what is the picture of?

Shinns: Well, Shane, this is a pic of P2PW superstar, Starcrunch!

Shinns turns the pic around as both Shane and Darth thrust their groins out

Shane: Schwing!

Darth: Schaaaawwiinnngg!

Shane: So, what exactly does Starcrunch do?

Shinns: Well, unlike most women's wrestlers, Starcrunch has the capability to suck and blow!

Shane: Yeah, she certainly does suck!

Shinns: She blows too!

Shinns and Shane start laughing as Darth looks on perplexed

Darth: I don't get it . . .

Shane: It's ok, Darth . .

Shane pats him on the shoulder and turns towards the camera

Shane: Oh, don’t' be surprised. Before I forget, Darth finally got pubes!

Shane gives a thumbs up as the WrestleFever 2 promotion airs. We see Shane shaking hands with the cameramen

Shane: Good show! Good Show!

Darth: Hey, Shane, you didn't tell them about my pubes, did you?

Shane: Of course not!

Darth: Good! Party on Shane!

Shane: Party on Darth!

The countdown meter ticks up for Wrestlefever as the audience cheers loudly. We cut back to Shane and Darth looking at scripts for the segment

Shane: Man, they're really shoving these parodies down our throats . . .

Darth nods along as the screen fades[/color]