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Post by SoL on Sept 6, 2005 16:30:15 GMT 1
Camera cuts in on Bob Costas, who is in the center of a round table discussion.Costas: Many often criticize the world of professional wrestling for being "fake," now this may or may not be true depending on your definition of fake. Either way, one thing that is not fake are the people involved, and just like in any other profession, sometimes your personal life shows up in your professional life. Now we just saw a video package featuring a recent feud between the WWE's Matt Hardy and Edge battling over a woman, what many don't know is this love triangle actually happened behind the scenes. Things got so bad backstage that Matt Hardy was temporarily let go by the WWE. To discuss this topic we have a forum of professional wrestlers, representing different feds. First, from the WWE we have former Heavyweight champion Triple H... Triple H: Thank you very much, and let me just say it is an honor to be on here with a legend like yourself Mr. Jim Gray. Costas:...that's Costas. Also with us we have TNA superstar, also from the former WCW, Kevin Nash. Nash: Bobby, the pleasure is all yours! Costas: And finally we have PWA World Heavyweight Champion SoL. SoL: Bob. Costas: Alright gentlemen let's get started, we'll start with you Triple H, now this thing with Hardy and Edge... Triple: Who? Costas: Matt Hardy and Edge... Triple: Hardy? Oh you mean that fruit that used to come out with the glow in the dark paint? Oh I fired his ass a long time ago. Nash: No man, not the gay one, the pussy whipped one. Triple H: Oh, MATT Hardy. Costas:...is it often that a wrestler's love life becomes a big backstage issue? Triple H: Why don't you just come out and say it Jim? Look, I am the greatest WWE champion of all time, I've beaten all the greats at least twice, the fact that I'm married to the boss's daughter has nothing to do with that, I AM THE GAME DAMNIT! Costas:.... Triple H: You damn right you don't have anything to say, next question. Costas: OK, Mr. Nash, while you were in WCW there were numerous reports that a lot of personal issues came into play in regards to a wrestler getting opportunities to advance in the company. Nash: Well Robert, during the glory days of the WCW yours truly was pulling the strings and I had things running like a well oiled machine. Now I remember personal issues got in the way of the booking and the selecting of who held championships, but none of that went on while I was in charge. I based my decisions on who was "over" as we say, and who had the real talent. People like Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit, Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero, Booker T, all those guys used to be in my ear all the time, bitch, bitch, bitch...I used to tell them straight up, when you start putting on wrestling clinics like my boys Rick Stiener, Konan and Steve "Mongol" McMichael then come talk to me. Costas: Well how do you explain the fact that all the people you mentioned first still being in the business and enjoying success while the last few you mentioned are lucky to get invited to an event held in a high school gym? Nash: That's easy, there are no true wrestling visionaries out there anymore. I mean it sickens me to see guys like Kurt Angle and Batista, two men who are CLEARLY not over, main eventing big time pay per views, while like Buff Bagwell and Scott Steiner are on the street! Triple H: Be careful Kev, don't let this guy walk you into a trap like he did Pete Rose! Costas: That was Jim Gr...never mind, SoL, let's move onto you. Do you find that the wrestler's personal lives show up on camera often? SoL: We try to leave our personal issues at home, but sometimes, depending on the situation, you can't help it and certain emotions just come out. Nash: Yeah, like when the media was billing Goldberg as the second coming while I was still in the prime of my career...I couldn't help but book myself to be the first to pin him, I was emotional! Costas: Right...SoL do you have any personal experiences of this kind of thing happening to you? SoL: Well when I used to wrestle full time for the P2PW I was in a feud with Nation. We worked out this deal where I said his wife was cheating on me, I even claimed that I was the real father of his son, good stuff, and Nation was with it, but during the feud things between him and his wife turned a little sour in real life. That pretty much killed it because the thing that I was saying on camera were starting to really sting him, so we decided to shift the focus of the angle before things got ugly. Costas: Speaking of the P2PW, you will be making a special appearance on their "WrestleFever II" show correct? SoL: Correct. Costas: And oddly enough, the guy you're facing, Firefly, has brought up a lot of behind the scenes things, making some pretty harsh accusations. Does this guy legitely not like you? SoL: Ha, probably not. Triple H: Let me give you a little advice SoL, guys like this "Firefly" are just jealous of what you have. He's never been able to win anything in his life, so instead of taking the initiative and marrying the boss's daughter...I MEAN improving his wrestling skills, he sits back and runs his mouth. Nash: Yeah, reminds me of that Rey Mysterio guy, wonder whatever happened to that bum! SoL: Well Bob here's the thing...he made a lot of accusations, but a lot of them were false. First off his little faction the Axis of Carnage never "took over" the Westside Connection as the premiere stable. Ask Soul Reaper how significant those guys were, they were just yes men to another main eventer. Hell, the Axis never even got a title SHOT. Costas: So you and Firefly have never wrestled before? SoL: Well actually we did...I gave him a nice rub, let him come out and burn up my talk show set. We had a match, which I won of course, but he put up a good showing and it gave him the credibility that he hadn't had before. Costas: So you have worked with him before in a positive capacity. SoL: Yeah, I mean here's the deal with Firefly, he's always been a no talent sissy, but he did put out that a-plus effort and that's what I liked, so I figured I'd throw him a bone. Costas: Now what happened after the PWA brands split because it seemed Firefly had a real problem with the way things were ran after that occurred. SoL: I honestly don't know Bob! First off he claimed that i ran Schizo, I have nothing to do with the daily operations of Schizo, I just happen to be the champ. He says I did all this stuff, like I forced his trade, like I forced people on Pyro to be fired, Bob, I have nothing to do with any of that, I am an employee like everyone else. Triple H: Hey that's pretty good, I think I'll use that one next time I book myself to squash some young up and comer. SoL: Whatever man, that wasn't any lip service, that was the truth. Bottom line is Firefly was let go because he doesn't know when to shut up...and from what I hear it wasn't that tough of a decision for management to let him go, I mean it wasn't like the guy's career was going anywhere anyway. Costas: So what you're saying is Firefly is directing his anger toward the wrong person. SoL: That's exactly what I'm saying, but if he wants to psyche himself out by making me his symbol of the "evil establishment" then that's fine. Some guys have to do that to win, me on the other hand, I just go out there and handle my business. Costas: So you predicting victory? SoL: Hell yeah I'm predicting victory...even if you believe Firefly's fairytales there is one thing you can't deny. He has never even come close to being the wrestler that I am. This match is kind of a joke, he is clearly not on my level. The only thing the guy has ever won was pity...people pity him for having such a poor existence so they occasionally throw him a bone. Trust me Bob, this guy couldn't beat me on my worse day, and he thinks that us being on "neutral" ground is going to make a difference. Well I hate to bust his bubble, but any time I'm inside the squared circle I am right at home, so the New Breed ALWAYS has the home field advantage. So make sure you check this one out Bob, WrestleFever II, Hell in a Cell, it's not going to be pretty for Firefly. He's going to learn why I'm at the top of the totem pole and why he's at the bottom looking up! Costas: Look forward to it. Gentlemen thanks for the input... Nash: Hey wait a minute, that's it? Triple H: Yeah, you haven't even asked me about my movie! Nash: Or my hip, new hair color! Triple H: Since when did gray become hip? Nash: It's platinum you son of a bitch! Triple H: Sure thing pops, now about my movie... Before he can get out another word Nash tackles him, forcing them both to fall off the stage...Costas and SoL get up and out of the way as Nash and Triple H are on the ground trading blows.Costas:...um, for Nash, Triple H and SoL, I'm Bob Costas and this is "On The Record," see you next time...I knew this pro wrestling thing was a bad idea. Camera fade out on Costas leaving the set, SoL posing for the camera, and Nash and Triple H still brawling.-fin-
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Post by Scream on Sept 6, 2005 16:54:11 GMT 1
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH - IRON MAN MATCH Stare (c) vs. Nation- Def think it's Nation's time...but Stare is a great champ. Damn these are hard to pick
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH - BROKEN HOME MATCH Soundscream (c) vs. Soul Reaper
TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH MVP-Don & Trent Acid (c) vs. Deathrow (E2 & Cactus) vs. ChadClassic & "The Assassin" Tyler STone- very tough choice, think Chad and Tyler are the underdogs so they get my vote
UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH Shinn's Theory (c) vs. Rocky- God, tough choice here but think Rocky deserves it
NOOB VS. NOOB KILLER MATCH _the j-man vs. Simz
FIRST BLOOD MATCH "The Tiger" Aladdin vs. Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
SINGLE'S MATCH - THE TRUELY INSANE Red Ninja vs. D-Squat
THE ULTIMATE BATTLE ROYAL Spackle Chilly Willy NIN
LOSER LEAVE TOWN MATCH The Executioner vs. Jessica McDaniels
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Post by Aladdin on Sept 6, 2005 18:09:13 GMT 1
The scene starts with the camera zooming out to show Aladdin, from the waist upwards, wearing a red shirt with a Tiger emblem in the middle. He fills up the majority of the screen but the sky and clouds can be seen in the distance, as well as the sun’s rays baking Aladdin as he stands.Aladdin:One down, one to go… I guess I win our little series, Vegeta. It was a lot of fun, maybe we’ll do it again sometime. Now you’re going into one of the biggest matches of your life, knowing that you failed to “put the tiger down”, as you said. But seriously Vegeta, you put up a good fight. I didn’t expect anything else, after all you are my cousin. So I guess, we’re cool…Or not. I know you’re gonna get involved in my match, it’s a sure thing. It’s as sure as the sun rising in the morning. What am I supposed to say about it? Don’t come? Hell no. I’ve told the world before, I’ll take the whole Blood Pack on at the same time if I have to. So I’ll see you there, I’ll even bring out a chair just for your comfort. But be aware, what goes around comes around and you can bet your ass that I’ll have a part to play in your match. Aladdin pauses for a while as if he is trying to remember something. He has a look on his face as if he is confused but still maintains his confidence.Aladdin: Who was that other Blood Pack member? You thought there were three, but there was someone else. He didn’t really do anything noteworthy though. There was me, Dollar Bill, Vegeta and someone else. What’s his name? Sam…Samz…Simon…Sin…Slash…Funaki? Simz! That’s right, it was Simz. Blood Pack’s shoe shiner. I remember you being Dollar Bill’s little groupie… Good Times. Anyway, last week on Blitz, you said something about how you were the leader of the Blood Pack, blah, blah, blah. You bored me half asleep with that nonsense. I’m getting sleepy just thinking about it. Instead of just saying that I was the leader and follow it up with a little speech about the Blood Pack’s origin, I’ll say this: What titles have you won? How many MATCHES have you actually won on your own? Even with help? There was a pecking order in the Blood Pack and it goes like this: Simz at the bottom, then Vegeta which I proved last week on Blitz and now all that’s left is to decide who was number 1, me or Dollar Bill, and we’ll find out soon enough. I honestly don’t even need to prove myself against you but I’m open to all challenges so if you’ve got the balls, ask Shinns for the match after Fever. As for your match with _the j-man at Fever, I just can’t see you beating a former ELITE Worldwide Champion. I can’t see you beating a twelve year old girl. Even if you do get involved in my match, I can’t be bothered to, in anyway, have a hand in your match because the chances of you upsetting _the j-man is nil. Aladdin takes a sip of water and wipes the sweat from his brow.Aladdin: So WrestleFever 2 has finally arrived. What a card we have. I’m just gonna do a little run down of all the matches and give you my two cents on what should be an amazing night. Starting with The Executioner Vs. Jessica McDaniels. Last time I checked Jessie was a manager, so I’m definitely going with Joey B executing Ms. McDaniels for good. The Truly Insane match. I can’t see D-Squat picking up the win here, this is Ninja’s all the way. I think we all know what I think of the N00B Vs. N00B Killer match. So I’ll just go onto the next match. The Ultimate Battle Royal. Out of the ten people, I can see NIN or Spackle surviving. Possibly Vegeta, if he keeps out of my business. The Broken Home match is a tough one. On one hand you’ve got a former world champ who is back to his truly evil self and on the other hand you’ve got the current International champion who in my opinion is a main eventer stuck in the mid-card. My gut instinct points towards Soundscream. He’s on a roll. So yeah, Soundscream is my pick. Dickie Chamone really hasn’t proven himself to me. If he manages to pull out a victory over Anthony Mckenna, it would be something. But at the moment I’d bank on “Da Man”, who I would certainly like to step into the ring with sometime. Whoever wins the Rage title match, we’ll all see an outstanding match. Gormy has been on the top of her game since returning, even if she did lose the Internet title to E2, she did it with style. Gormy is my pick. Shane has his hands full with SteveTKO, but I think the “Sensational Shooter” should emerge triumphant when this is done. Trent and MVP-Don sure have the odds stacked against them. They’ve got to be on the top of their game to retain their titles. Deathrow are the dominant team in this match at the moment, we should see new tag champs in them. Firefly Vs. Sol. Hell in a Cell. I choose…….pikachu! Whoops! Sorry. I mean, I choose Sol. Co-owner Vs. Co-owner. Man, this is going to be interesting. This has been in the making for over a year. Shinn’s has the advantage going into the match, after beating Rocky & D-Squat in the tag match on Blitz. So I’m going to have to say, Shinn’s has this one won. But it is going to be tough. The World Title Ironman match. It’s been a long road for Nation. He went through 9 other men at Sole Survivor and then the current Internet champion at Momentum. Stare just recently showed his true colours, he’s desperate. He beat the longest reigning World champion, Soul Reaper to win the title and Da Man to get to where he is. Nation will be his toughest opponent yet, and he’ll be too tough for Stare to handle. A smirk appears on Aladdin’s face.Aladdin: So Dollar Bill onto you. Isn’t it perfect for our match to be at WrestleFever 2, on the biggest stage of them all. You know you couldn’t have given me anything better than a match with you at the big one. Seriously, it’s the best thing you’ve ever done for me, better than when you loaned me some money for the Hummer, remember that? Or the time you got me out of jail. You did a lot of great things for me in the time we knew each other. I considered you a brother. At times you even rivalled how close Vegeta was to me. So you must realize the severity of you stabbing me in the back last month. That Spinebuster you gave me at Momentum was so much more than what you think. To you, it probably means, putting the animal back in it’s place. Our friendship obviously meant nothing to you. To you, I was just your henchman. Vegeta and Simz are the same as well, aren’t they? They just haven’t realized quite yet. Aladdin pauses.Aladdin: You know why you betrayed me? No, it’s not because you just never liked me, or because you needed to make an example of me. It’s because you were scared. You were scared because I was getting too big for the group. I was out-doing you. You were the poster boy of the Blood Pack, when we began but you stayed at the same level and I was slowly surpassing that level. It’s not like that was a low level or anything, you set a high standard, but I’ve gone beyond your benchmark. I’m pushing the standard of wrestling to a whole new level. I’m climbing the ladder to success and I’m leaving you behind, lingering at your comfort zone. Once I’m done with you at Fever, I want to face some of the stand out players in P2PW. People like Soundscream, Cactus, Trent Acid, Soul Reaper and of course E2, who I would like to settle some backstage issues with. I’m not going to wait around for opportunities to come to me, I’m going to take them. Aladdin pauses once more, staring intently into the cameraAladdin: Remember last week on Blitz, I told you that I would reveal something to the world. Well now is the time. Deacon, what do you believe in? You’re Christian, and a messenger of God, so you claim. But what are you really? You’re a pimp. I’m not saying anything new here, but I do have a point to all of this. You do have faith. You do believe in the “Chuuuuuuuuuuuch!” and all that. Sure you change everything around to fit your needs but at least you do bow down to one higher being. Now, while I was in the Blood Pack, I was hanging around in your church and doing everything you asked of me for the church, including practicing Christianity. This is all because of you. You brainwashed me into rejecting my own beliefs, my own heritage, my own religion. I’m Hindu, I’m not Christian. But more importantly to me, I’m Tamil. For the few weeks that I was not around in P2PW, I was soul-searching and I have rediscovered my faith and my heritage. Now not all people know who Tamil people are, so let me fill you in. In Sri Lanka, there are two human races, Singhalese and Tamils. It’s very often to see more than one race in South Asian Countries, like in India there are Gujuratis and Punjabi, amongst others. So in Sri Lanka the Tamils usually reside in the north of the island and the Singhalese in the south. Over time the Singhalese people become the majority of the people in the country, with a ratio of 3 Singhalese people to 1 Tamil person. Soon after the country’s independence, a Singhalese extremist came to power, becoming president. What followed was civil war in the country, Singhalese trying to rid the country of the Tamils. The Sri Lankan army would capture and kill any Tamils anytime they wanted for no reason at all. Needless to say the Tamils started up their rebel forces, called the “Tamil Tigers”. Nowadays they have changed their name to the Liberation Tiger of Tamil Eelam, or L.T.T.E. Tamil Eelam is simply the name of the state, where there are predominantly Tamils. These Tamil Tigers are freedom fighters. The Tamil Tiger forces are outnumbered by the Government’s army but still they are too overwhelming and are a much more powerful force than the army. The government army is nothing but scum. They are so low down and dirty that they have to vandalise the one place where the Tamil Tigers can have peace. A memorial. The camera zooms out and turns away from Aladdin, to show a memorial park of the L.T.T.E.
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Post by Aladdin on Sept 6, 2005 18:11:06 GMT 1
The camera pans back to Aladdin, but now his whole body can be seen and the memorial in the background.Aladdin: It’s beautiful isn’t it. But what you don’t know is, that in these coffins there are dummies. Yes, dummies. The government trespassed on these grounds, broke every coffin open and burnt the bodies of the Tamil Tigers who had passed away. Recently this memorial ground was re-constructed and the bodies of the men and women were replaced by manikins. Aladdin walks down the path, turning to his right. He takes of his shoes as a sign of respect and walks onto the grass were the coffins are situated. He weaves through a number of coffins, to make his way to one coffin in particular in the middle of the rest. He sits down next to it, so that the name plate on the coffin can be seen. The writing is in TamilAladdin: This is very important to me. Here lies my grandfather. He died in an onslaught by the government army. My grandfather, actually never married my grandmother but she did bare his child, my mother. Although it was frowned upon to have children before marriage, my father was a respected member of the Tamil community. He was killed before the marriage could take place. I wish I could have met him, I really do. The same blood of a Tamil Tiger runs through me. Now you know the deep meaning behind my name. From now on, I will be known as “Tamil Tiger” Aladdin. Now with my faith intact I will become more dominant. As long as you have faith, you can do anything. A tear runs down Aladdin’s cheek and falls onto the ground. Aladdin wipes his face dry and stands back up.Aladdin: Now, why is this relevant? The ratio of Singhalese to Tamil people is 3 to 1. There are three Blood Pack members and one of me. The Tamil people have shown that they are the stronger and more resistant people. And just like that, I will show the same thing to the Blood Pack. Aladdin reaches his hand behind his back and pulls out a dagger from his rear pocket. He brings it out to the front and drops his hands to his side.Aladdin: I haven’t addressed the fact that this is a First Blood Match yet. Deacon, the obvious reason for me wanting this match is in the name if your faction. See, I wouldn’t have succeeded in killing my former faction, if I don’t extract its essence, its so called leader’s blood. When this animal goes on a rampage nothing will stop it until it gets what it wants, and I want blood! Aladdin takes the dagger with his left hand and covers it tightly with his right hand. Aladdin draws the dagger out of the hand, covered with blood. Aladdin drops the daggerAladdin: My blood belongs is apart of Tamil Tigers, the Tamil Tigers are apart of my blood. No man will dishonour me by taking away my connection with the Tamil Tigers. Aladdin clenches his fist tightly, as his blood pours out from the side of his hand and falls onto the green grass. The camera zooms in to the blood on the grass before panning around towards the sky. The camera shows a flag swaying in the air, with the same emblem of that on Aladdin’s shirt, ending the scene.
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Post by stocko on Sept 6, 2005 18:51:27 GMT 1
The life of a professional wrestler is all about sacrificing the things that everybody needs, your stability, your health, sometimes your sanity and most importantly, your family
Unfortunately for Mick, most commonly known in the wrestling world as MVP-DON, member of D-UNIT and one half of the P2PW tag team champions with TRENT, he has no family, his mum died when he was 12 and his dad kicked him out of his home at the age of 14, luckilly for Mick, he had grown up with Anthony McKenna and he was a regular at Tate's gym, Mick regarded Tate as more of a father to him and it was Tate's training and encouragement that are responsible for Mick being a professional wrestler, but on the flipside, those same words could be responsible for Mick having to see a shrink on a weekly basis.
Dr. Raider So Mick, what happened for your dad to kick you out?
MVP Well doc, from an early age, he used to beat me, told me it would help me in later life, I guess thats true to an extent, but as a 5 year old boy, I did not understand, he would come home from the pub and he would always find a reason, a toy not put away, my shirt not tucked in, my fucking shoelace being untied.
No matter how small the incident, he would beat me like I was a grown fuckin man, I remember one occasion like it was yesterday, I tripped over his foot whilst he was watching the FA Cup Final and he spilt his beer, he threw the bottle at me then chased me, he pushed me over and just repeatedly kicked me, I lost 7 teeth in that attack, not to mention the bruises all over my chest and legs, the beating happened most days until I was 14.
Dr. Raider O.k, but what actually made him kick you out?
MVP Well I was coming to that, 3 days after my 14th birthday, he came home from the pub and I wasnt back from the gym, so he came looking for me, he came straight over to me and tried to drag me out infront of all my friends at the gym, beating me for no reason at home seemed like the norm to me, but doing it infront of everyone I liked and respected, well that just pushed me over the edge, I grabbed my dad and punched him at least 20 times, he hit the floor after the 2nd punch and I just bent over and continued to pummel his face.
I was dragged off my dad by Tate, the owner of the gym and the man I respect more than anyone else in this world, he made me take my dad home and talk to him, but about 20minutes after getting home, the police arrived and dragged me to the local jail, my dad came to see me the next day, milking his wounds, including many fabricated ones, to tell me not to come home and that all my clothes were at the gym.
Tate let me live at the gym for a while and that is when I started watching the older guys wrestle.
But listen doc, I booked this time to chat about my career, not my childhood
Dr. Rider O.k, so tell me whatever you wanna tell me, its your money Mick.
MVP I dont know what to say really, its a few hours to the biggest battle of my career, WRESTLEFEVER 2, a triple threat match for my tag titles.
The way I see it is that it all boils down to today, TRENT and I will either win as a team or lose as individuals, if we lose, this team could crumble.
Punch by punch, move by move, me and TRENT are in hell, as champions, every week we step into the ring we have a bullseye on our backs, but each week we have to decide, do we stay in this hell and get the shit kicked out of us or do we fight our way out and live again as tag team champions?
Now we cannot do it alone, we have to help each other, I look around the locker room and I see all the young lads coming through, trying to make a name for themselves and I think...... I think about what I used to be like and the one difference I can see, is that I used to have respect for other people.
As I got older, I realise that things get taken from you. That's part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches. And so is wrestling. Because in either game, life or wrestling, the margin for error is so small. I mean... one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. Fortunately I would say I have made it, not quite all the way, but I will get to the top one day.
On this team, me and TRENT fight for every inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We sweat for that inch, we bleed for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing our titles.
I'll tell you this - in any fight, its the guy whose willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm going to have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch and so is TRENT. Because that's what living is! The 6 inches in front of your face...
Now I know I can do it and I know TRENT can do it, but I can't make him do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think I'm gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him, I honestly believe that of TRENT.
As for our opponents, DEATHROW and the other guys whose names I dont care to remember, I dont believe that have the will to win our titles and I dont believe they have the desire to win our titles and I dont believe they will win out titles.
Now those fella's need to remember this, NO REMORSE, NO REGRETS AND NO LIMITS TO WHAT MVP-DON AND TRENT ACID WILL DO.
Now doc, wish me luck, the next time you see me will be fresh off retaining my tag title with TRENT, peace out doc.
end promo
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Post by shinnstheory on Sept 6, 2005 19:50:06 GMT 1
Shinn’s Theory’s WrestleFever II Promo[/u][/size][/color] (Recorded during the early afternoon of WrestleFever II)[/b]
The camera focuses on a Garden Salad, a large plate of Chicken Florentine, and 20oz glass of Ice Water. The camera zooms further out, revealing a can of Pepsi, three large pieces of Pizza, and a slice of Chocolate Vanilla Swirl Cake. The camera zooms to it’s resting point. The scene reveals Shinn’s Theory sitting at one side of a table. On the other side sits his former tag team partner, Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday:[/b] It’s all politics man. You know that. Anyway, what’s with the health food?
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Changed my diet.
Theory takes a bite of his Garden Salad. Doc Holliday chops a piece of his Pizza.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Changed my state of mind.
Theory takes a sip of his water. Doc Holliday gulps down his Pepsi.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Changed my overall perception of this business and my career.
Doc Holliday:[/b] What was wrong with the way you were? I didn’t see many faults.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Well, nothing really. I’ve done a lot of soul searching recently. I’ve been concentrating on the business aspects of this company, and the entire industry. I sat back and read annual reports of some of the top companies in our industry, past and present. The BWA (British Wrestling Alliance) went under. The CeFWA (Canadian e-Fed Wrestling Association) went belly up in 2002. I have no idea what happened to the CWA (Championship Wrestling Association). They even had a catchy show titled “TNT”. Heh...
Shinn’s takes a bite from his Florentine. Doc continues to listen.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] It’s been three years since I’ve heard anything about ECHO (Extreme Championship Wrestling Organization). The WFA (World Fighter’s Association) fell off the face of the earth nearly 4 years ago. The UWF (Ultimate Wrestling Federation) burned at the stake. The PW (Planet Wrestling) federation closed it’s doors to new members, which resulted in their downfall. Even the...
Doc Holliday interrupts.
Doc Holliday:[/b] That’s all fine and good Shinn’s. But, what the hell is your point?
Theory leans back in his chair.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Doc, you’ve been around this industry for quite some time. What do you think my point is?
Currently holding a piece of Pizza in his hand, Doc sits back in his seat and tosses the piece back into the plate.
Doc Holliday:[/b] That the owners and writers couldn’t keep their federation afloat?
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] And?
Doc thinks. Finally, he shrugs his shoulders.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Here’s a hint: The OGIF.
Doc Holliday thinks for a minute. He leans forward, placing both elbows on the table.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Dedication Doc. The OGIF is just another federation that had to sell all of it’s assets and close it’s doors. Why? Who was one of the top writers for that federation?
Doc Holliday:[/b] Rocky.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Bingo! What do you think would happen to the P2PW if Rocky were to gain more control then myself?
Before Doc can answer, Theory continues...
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Down the tubes... He’ll run this company straight into the ground within months. That, my friend, could start tonight. If Rocky were to defeat me, this tug of war could result in myself taking a mud bath. Doc, that won’t be good for the P2PW.
Shinn’s take a napkin and wipes his mouth. He stands from his seat and tosses the napkin onto the table.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] I can’t let that happen. I can’t watch this empire sink into the sand. Not now. Not while we’re at the level it took us nearly two years to reach.
Theory walks off. Doc shrugs and continues his meal.
As Shinn’s walks towards his locker room, Cole Slocum passes by.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Hey Cole.
Cole continues to walk on.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Hey Cole!!
Cole’s trek continues.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Excited for your match Cole?
Cole is slowly disappearing down the hallway.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Gonna hit that “3-Pointer” tonight Cole?
Cole is almost out of side.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Good luck tonight Cole!!!!
Cole disappears from Theory’s site. Theory turns and walks towards his locker room, talking to himself.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Maybe he’s a mute. I mean, his promos consist of zero words. Meh..
Suddenly, Shinn’s Theory bumps into E2. The two men stare at one another. At the same time, both men slowly walk off without exchanging any words. Theory reaches his locker room door. He opens the door. Summer Annesley, and a cameraman are shown awaiting him.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Summer, I know I told you I’d do this sit-down interview, but I’ve changed my mind.
Summer fidgets a bit, scrambling for her note cards. She gathers her things and begins to head towards the door.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Sorry for the inconvenience Summer.
Summer Annesley:[/b] Oh, no..It’s my fault. I don’t know why I thought interviewing the day of WrestleFever II would be a good idea. Totally understandable.
Summer begins to exit.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Summer, you’re doing fine. You need to relax. During last week's interview, it took you a bit to get the ball rolling, but you did. You did very well. Keep it up kid.
Summer smiles, nods and walks off. The cameraman begins to follow her. Theory grabs the cameraman’s shoulder.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] I’ll take this.
Theory grabs the camera from the cameraman. The cameraman looks on, not knowing what to do.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] What? I basically own this piece of equipment.
The cameraman remains speechless.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Don’t worry. I’ll only be a few minutes. I’ll bring the camera back to you when I’m done. Wait outside.
The cameraman walks outside of the locker room.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Close the door will ya.
The cameraman closes the door. Theory sits on his couch with the camera in his hands. He spins the camera around. The lense is now auto-focusing on Theory’s face. Shinn’s speaks into the camera in a quiet voice.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] I know you’re watching this Rockstar. So, I’ll speak slowly enough for you to comprehend.
Shinn’s clears his throat. The camera is a bit bouncy as Theory holds it.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] This isn’t going to be your night Rocky. I won’t let tonight be the beginning of what could turn out to be the end of the P2PW. I won’t be the one to paint the P2PW into a corner. Rocky, it’s very well known that your past is quite unstable. I sincerely hope that one day you, and the rest of the world, can rest well knowing that you’re condition is stable and will always remain stable. It’s a very important thing. To be honest, I hope that the Board of Directors rethink your position in this company until rest can be assured.
There is a light knock at the door.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Come back later...
Footsteps are heard walking away from Theory’s door. Theory looks back into the camera, trying to hold it steady.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] If the board doesn’t realize this, I’ll have to find some other way to medicate this problem.
Theory thinks for a moment. A smile overtakes his face.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] In fact, I have my chance tonight. If I can’t bring the “real you” out of you, I’ll just beat the both of you. Yes, this is a match the fans have been waiting nearly 18 months to see. And yes, I’ve been waiting for this match just as long as they have...perhaps longer. I know you’ve been geared up for this match for a very long time as well. So, tonight’s the night. Rocky vs. Shinn’s Theory. An historic match on an historic card. Co-Owner vs. Co-Owner. But that’s not all. There is a title on the line. MY title. Wait! That’s not all either! The fans have the ability to chose the stipulation for this match. What will it be? Will the winner be able to create the next card for TNT and the next card for Blitz? Or, will the winner be given a shot at the World Champion at P2PW’s Rage Rules? Or, will one of us create a match of our choosing at Fallout...
Theory steadies the camera.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] This is what worries me the most. Rocky, I know what’s best for this company. If you, by some miracle, defeat me tonight, you’re choices will be obvious. You’ll put yourself in a World title match if any three of the stipulations occur. You’ll also toss me in a cage, like a rabbit, full of lions. But, what will that do for our company? What will that do for the up and coming superstars? What will you do to the superstars you dislike? For example, would you place Mckenna in a handicapped match against, Deathrow? Perhaps a “Loser Get’s Fired” match? I think you would.
Will you leave the future of this company in the background? Maybe you see Aladdin’s true potential now? Knowing you, you’ll make him a regular on Superstar Sunday. Again I ask you, what will that do to for the P2PW? Not a god damn thing Rocky. Nothing!
I see what our roster has become. I can spot who deserves to be at which level. You....you see nothing but yourself in the P2PW. The name “Rocky” will be on every marquee if you gain upper control. I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen. I see your visions Rocky. I am placing myself inside of your mind. I am looking through your eyes. I foresee the future.
With that in mind Rocky, pretend the monitor you are currently looking into is your eyesight. Pretend all you can see is what that monitor allows you to see.
Shinn’s Theory moves the camera to the left.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] What are you lookin’ at Rocky?
Shinn’s Theory points the lens towards the door.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Going somewhere Rocky?
Theory directs the camera towards the ceiling.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Light bulb out Rocky?
Finally, Theory points the camera back towards his face.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] There ya go Rocky. Look at me. Because these eyes are the last thing you see....before you see this.....
Shinn’s Theory lifts the camera above head. He points the camera directly downward, showing his feet. Shinn’s then drops the camera. The camera quickly crashes to the ground, breaking the lense and losing all visual. Only audio remains.
Shinn’s can be heard picking up the camera. The door to his locker room can be heard opening. The last thing we can here is Theory.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Thanks for letting me borrow this... But, I think it’s broken.
Footsteps can be heard walking away from the camera. By the sounds , it is evident that someone is examining the camera.
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Post by shinnstheory on Sept 6, 2005 19:56:45 GMT 1
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Red Ninja _the jman "The Tiger" Aladdin 1) Spackle 2) "The NZA" NIN Horror 3) J.T Blade Soul Reaper The Executioner ChadClassic & Tyler Stone Shinn's Theory Nation (Sucks to have to chose)
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Post by brockandsable on Sept 6, 2005 20:01:44 GMT 1
WRESTLEFEVER 2 PROMO: TRIPLE THREAT TAG TITLES MATCH All is darkness….
Suddenly, the lights fade up, but only on E-2’s head. We are presented with a close up of the One Man Killing Machine.
E-2 looks intense.
His brown eyes menacing, like that of a wild animal hungry for prey. The lacerations and deep bruises on his head and face tell of man who has suffered outward, physical pain. They also tell of a man who has suffered the torment of emotional and mental instability.
The One Man Killing Machine has been pondering the many possible outcomes of the triple threat, P2PW Tag Team Title match taking place tonight, here at WRESTLEFEVER 2. Does Deathrow have what is takes to walk out with the gold?
E-2 is focused and ready for this match….and he’s also ready for…..WHO WANTS TO BE A MUTHAFUCKIN’ MILLIONAIRE? The camera zooms out and the lights brighten and we are on the set of Who Wants To Be a Muthafuckin’ Millionaire? with E-2 as host. E-2 is decked out in his wrestling gear and is ready to get this party started.E-2: Good evening niggas! And welcome to Who Wants to Be a Muthafuckin’ Millionaire?. Tonight, we’re giving some lucky contestants the opportunity to win one million dollars in cold hard cash. The camera shows members of the audience. Several people’s eyes widen at E-2’s announcement of the one million dollar prize.E-2: One million dollars man! You could stock up on 40s of Old E’ for life niggas! Several members of the crowd, including Funamie, nod their heads in agreement.E-2: Now before I announce tonight’s first guest, I want to make sure everyone knows how this works. E-2 pulls a small manual from behind the podium and opens it to page one. He then pulls a pair of usually large red-rimmed reading glasses from his tights and throws them on his face.E-2: As you know the muthafucka who’s lucky ass winds up warming this muthafuckin’ chair will be asked a series of muthafuckin’ questions, which the muthafucka will have 15 muthafuckin’ seconds to answer. Each time the muthafucka answers right, the muthafucka gets more muthafuckin’money in his pocket. If that muthafucka answers all the muthafuckin’ questions right then that muthafucka becomes a muthafuckin’ millionaire! Funamie raises her hand from the audience.E-2: (taking the red rimmed glasses off and pointing) What is it sweet lips? Funamie: Does the muthafucka get any muthafuckin’help? E-2: Yes the muthafucka does. Each contestant gets three life-lines that they may use at anytime. They get the “Ask the Audience” or the “50/50” or the “Ask a Nigga Over the Phone” option. You straight? Funamie nods her head in agreement and E-2 takes a seat in one of two chairs located on center stage.E-2: Now let’s meet our first contestant for Who Wants to Be a Muthafuckin’ Millionaire?The camera pans over to a small doorway located near the back of the stage. Trent Acid, co-holder of the P2PW Tag Team Titles, as well as one of Deathrow’s opponents in the triple threat tag match tonight, makes his way through and over to the seat located directly across from E-2’s.E-2: Welcome, Trent. Trent: What’s up, E-2? E-2: Not much. Now some folks would say “the bigger the brawler, the smaller the brain” but Mr. Trent here, is going to prove them folks wrong, right? Trent: I’m not here for your silly catchphrases or your never-ending whining or your childish insults, E-2. I’m here to win some money, and then later on tonight, defend these titles and I’m personally gonna whoop your ass! The crowd lets E-2 have it with an instigating “OOOOHH!” however, The One Man Killing Machine blows it off and gets right to business.E-2: First question for $100. ON A TRAFFIC LIGHT, RED MEANS TO STOP, YELLOW MEANS TO SLOW DOWN, and GREEN MEANS to WHAT? Is it: A - To Yield? B – To Stop? C – To Go? D – ChadClassic Wears Womens’ Underwear? Close up on Trent who is thinking real hard. E-2 sits across from him occasionally looking at his watch. Suddenly, a small, straw-like vein begins to swell on Trent’s forehead.E-2: You wanna use a life-line, nigga? Trent: Looks like I have to. E-2: What’s it gonna be? Trent: I’ll use the “Ask a Nigga Over the Phone” option. E-2: You got a nigga in mind that you wanna ask? Trent: I’ll call up my partner MVP-Don. E-2: Mastadon ain’t a nigga! Homie, when it says “Ask a Nigga Over the Phone”, muthafucka it means, “Ask a NIGGA Over the Phone!” Trent: But see, MVP-Don is white on the outside, but goddamn it, he’s a brotha on the inside! The studio volume goes up and the telephone begins to ring. MVP-Don picks up right away.MVP-Don: Hello? Trent: Hello, Don? It’s me Trent. I’m on Who Wants To Be a Muthafuckin’ Millionaire? and I need your help. MVP-Don: Alright, but I think there’s an intruder in my house. Trent: Too late, I’ve already used the “Phone a Nigga” option so hear me out. Listen, “On a traffic light, what does green mean? To yield, to stop, to go, or Chadclassic Wears Womens’ Underwear?” MVP-Don is silent on the other end of the phone while Trent’s 30 seconds are ticking away.
Suddenly, a commotion is heard on MVP-Don’s end of the line with the words, “Cactus! What are you doing here?” being called out several times.
More commotion is heard and then there is a sudden silence. Finally, someone picks up on MVP-Don’s end of the phone.Trent: You there, Don? Cactus: (Mimicking MVP-Don’s voice) Duh, I’m here. Duh… Trent: I’m short on time, man. Cactus: (Mimicking MVP-Don’s voice) Duh, uh…gimme a minute here. Goddamn it, I know this one….duh…. Time expires are the phone lines are disconnected. E-2: What’s it gonna be Trent? Trent: I’ll use my 50/50 life-line. E-2: Will the producers please take away two of the wrong answers? The answers go from this: A - To Yield? B – To Stop? C – To Go? D – ChadClassic Wears Womens’ Underwear? To this: C – To Go? D – ChadClassic Wears Women’s Underwear? Trent Acid is still stumped, the vein in his forehead swelling like a balloon.Trent: I’m gonna have to use my third and final life-line on this one E-2, because I do not know if the green light on a traffic stop means “To go” or if it means “ChadClassic Wears Womens’ Underwear.” E-2: (Trying his best to suppress his laughter) All right audience, you know what to do. Use the touch pads located on the side of your chairs to cast a vote. The audience members cast their votes and the results show that 90% of the audience believe the answer is “To go”; however, a stubborn 10% of that population believe that the wrestler formerly known as ChadClassic, wears panties.E-2: What’s it gonna be, nigga? Trent: Now E-2, I’m no moron. No siree! I’m an intelligent athlete. And I can tell you know, that there is something magical in those 10% who voted that ChadClassic Wears Women’s Underwear, that I believe in. E-2 is holding back his laughter the best he can; snot bubbles take form in his nostrils.Trent: It’s D. ChadClassic Wears Womens’ Underwear. E-2: (Wiping his nose) Is that your final answer? Trent: Final answer. The wrong answer is taken away and unfortunately for Trent, it was not D.E-2: That’s too bad, playa. You wrong, dead wrong. Trent looks dejected and a bit pissed off.E-2: At least now, you can get the fuck off my stage. Trent: But isn’t there a consolation prize? E-2: Yeah. Deathrow will come and console you, when you get the fuck off my stage. As Trent Acid stands up, Cactus and several security guards come to center stage to escort the co-holder of the P2PW Tag Team Title off stage.E-2: Get use to losin’ playa, because that was just your first. Tonight, you lose again when Deathrow will show, on the biggest stage of the year, that it is, in fact, the greatest tag team in the P2PW today. The security guards exit the stage with Trent as their hostage.E-2: And we’ll even get some gold to show for it…… ……Let’s meet the next muthafucka, shall we? The camera pans over to the small doorway at the back of the stage. Tyler Stone appears and makes his way to center stage, taking the seat opposite E-2.E-2: Good evening, nigga! Tyler: How you doin’ E-2? First off, I would just like to send a shout out to-- E-2 (touching a small microphone that is in his ear) Our producers are saying that we don’t have anymore time for this bullshit, so it's time for me to wrap this shit up. (Turning to the camera) It’s Deathrow’s time to shine, so good night and join us again next time for Who Wants To Be a Muthafuckin’ Millionaire?FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Gormy on Sept 6, 2005 21:50:49 GMT 1
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D-squat
Simz
Dollar Bill
Stevo 316 (1) Spackle (2) Chilly Willy (3)
Reaper
Executioner
Trent 'n' MVP Don
Rocky
Nation
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Post by Nation on Sept 6, 2005 23:19:21 GMT 1
PROMO.
The camera fades in and a street fades into view. Two rows of terraced houses, that are fighting decay for all they're worth, stand on each side of the road. The tenants doing what they can to make their homes a nice place to live because "your home is what you make it" But no bright paint and wall ornaments can take away the uneasy, almost violent tension that seems to hover in the air. Regardless of the bright, intense August sun, this is not a good place. Everything and everyone seems to be looking for a way out. Cheap, battered cars line up along the street. One of them is a burnt out shell. A man and a woman pushing a small child in a pram move along the street, past the black, automobile skeleton. The camera zooms up to the back of them, then pans around to face them. The man is Nation. He's pushing the pram which is overloaded with bags of shopping and birthday presents. The woman next to him has an uneasy look on her face. She seems uncertain, almost afraid of something. The baby in the pram sits there quite content in his baby Rollins Band t-shirt, with a packet of Wotsits in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. His toothy grin covered in orange bits from his cheesey snacks and a perma damp patch of drool and water turning the front part of his t-shirt from light grey to almost black. He lets out a giggle. Nation smiles. The woman remains troubled. Nation looks across to his partner and his brow creases with concern. NATION- Hey babe, what's up? The woman looks back at Nation and slowly shakes her head. WOMAN (quietly)- Nothing. Nation eyes the woman with a mixture of curiousity and trepidation. He knows what's up but he doesn't want to hear it. Still against his better judgement, he probes further. NATION- Alison, this is me you're talking to. I know there's something up. Nation brings the pram to a halt, prompting Evan to look up curiously as to why his chauffer has brought the buggy to an abrupt stop. Nation turns to Alison and gently takes her in his arms. He brushes away her hair from her face and tenderly kisses her. NATION- I know you're worried about this party. I know you're worried about being on her "turf" but it's not about you, me and Rhiain. It's about Evan. It's his first birthday party and he should have all the closest to him around him. His family and friends. Yeah, Rhiain is his mum. Nothing is going to change that. But me, Rhiain and Evan aren't a family anymore. You, me and Evan. That's my family. That's what I want more than anything. Us three. Rhiain will always be there but she's can't break into us. Evan has two families. As long as he's cared for and loved by both then he's the winner in all this and that's what matters most. ALISON (sighs)- I know. I know. I'm just nervous, that's all. It's her home, it's on her terms and I'm just worried that she'll start with the sly digs and I'm worried as to how I will react to that. Her shoulders slump slightly as she looks down to the floor. ALISON- But it's not just that that's worrying me... Nation looks back at her sympathetically. He knows what's coming. He's seen that look before. He stiffens slightly, waiting for her to lay it on him. ALISON- I'm worried about your match. NATION- You're always worried about my matches. ALISON- I know. But I just have a bad feeling about this one. I just feel like this one isn't going to end good for someone. I can't shake this horrible feeling in my gut that someone is going to be hurt. Bad. Nation opens his mouth to say something but Alison carries on before giving him the chance. ALISON- What if it's you that gets hurt? I've seen the look in Stare's eyes. He won't stop at beating you. He won't stop at hurting you. He has to destroy you to prove a point to everyone who's questioned him. What if it's you that's seriously injured or even worse.... NATION- That's not going to..... ALISON (continues)- I lose everything. I lose you and I lose Evan. I love you both too much to lose you. I'm not Evan's mum. No matter how much I love him, in the eyes of the law I'm nothing to him. I'm not prepared to sit back and watch you get killed in front of me. I won't just be losing you in that ring. Stare won't be just taking you away from me. I don't want to lose the both of you. She looks up and into Nation's eyes. ALISON- Please. You've got plenty of time. They'll find someone else. Call it off. It's going too far. Please. For me. Nation looks back at her. His face has turned ashen, his jaw hangs slack slightly. He looks totally dumbstruck as what has just been said slowly sinks in. Silence hangs in the air for what seems like a slow death. Finally Nation composes himself, heavily gulps like he's trying to force down this revelation so he can digest it. He takes a deep, mournful breath. NATION (sadly)- You know I have to do this. This is the dream. I've worked too hard to give up now. Everything we've ever wanted is within reach. ALISON (abruptly)- NO! Everything YOU'VE ever wanted is within reach! All I want is my family. You, me and Evan. Both look down at Evan, who smiles back at them before going back to orally destroying his Wotsit. Nation continues to look at Evan in his pram as Alison turns her stare back to Nation. ALISON- Anthony, you know how I feel. I can't stop you doing what you feel you need to do. But what happens if the worst happens? She reaches up and strokes his face, moving her hand up the the bandage covering the stitches Nation received after the camera shot from Stare. She tenderley runs her fingers across the bandage and looks deep into his eyes, pleading with him to reconsider. NATION- If the worst happens, everything will be dealt with. You'll be looked after. But let me ask you this, what if the best happens? Nation looks at her waiting for the answer. She stays silent. NATION- I'll tell you. The world is ours. Everything we've ever hoped to do can be achieved. We won't have to worry about money. We won't have to worry about bills or what happens if I'm injured or whatever. It'll all be covered. This is a risk worth taking. We've got everything to gain.... ALISON- And everything to lose! NATION- Maybe. But I'm willing to let the dice roll on this one. If I win, I'll have achieved everything I set out to do. I'll be the P2PW World Heavyweight Champion. We'll be set for life. This is what I'm meant to do. ALISON- And if you lose? Nation breaks out into a smile. NATION- You know me, babe. I always come up with something. She looks at his smiling face in silence, then a smile slowly creeps up on her face. ALISON- That's what I'm afraid of. They share a kiss before tightly embracing. He whispers something inaudible in her ear that makes her laugh. Her laughter is the sound of tension temporarily relieved. NATION- C'mon babe. Before she calls out a search party for the boy. Alison nods her head and they both carry on up the street towards Rhiain's house. They're halfway down the road and they can already see the balloons and banners welcoming the birthday boy. She looks at ease for now, but a look of concern fills Nation's face. He's trying to hide it but he's having trouble concealing it. They arrive at Rhiain's front door and Alison knocks on the banner covered door. Rhiain quickly opens the door and greets Evan with a big smile. RHIAIN- How's my little boy? Evan smiles in recognition at his mother and holds out his arms. Rhiain turns around and motions for Nation, Alison and Evan to enter. Nation lifts the pram over the front step, through the hallway and into the living room, which is filled with more banners and balloons. Alison nervously follows behind. As they enter the room, they are greeted with a massive cheer from the people crowded into Rhiain's small living room. ALL- HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVAN!!!!! The little boy jumps with shock but breaks out into a smile at seeing all the beaming, familiar faces. Evan is quickly grabbed out of his pram by the two cooing grandmothers, all wanting to hold their favourite little man. Alison moves away to talk to friends in the hope of being able to relax in her surroundings. Nation quietly unloads the pram of it's luggage before folding it away. His face is worried. If he wasn't worried before, he sure is now.
He takes off his coat and hangs it up. A big hand pats him on the back. He turns around and is greeted by a smiling Da Man and Gormy.
DA MAN- Here's the proud father! *looks at his watch* Running a bit late, aren't ya?
GORMY (smiling) Well, some things will never change.
DA MAN- Ain't that the truth. That's the one thing we can always count on you for, bro. You'll always be late.
GORMY- Fashionably late.
DA MAN- Hell, he's beyond fashonably late. He's usually so late he's gone out of style and come back into style as retro.
They both laugh heartily as Nation smiles weakly.
Da Man looks at Nation with concern. He opens his mouth to say something but he says nothing and quickly closes it.
GORMY- C'mon, you big lug. I'll let you get your future Rage Champion a beer.
Da Man lets out a grunt and follows Gormy into the kitchen, taking a curious look back at Nation.
DA MAN- I'll speak to you in a minute, bro.
Nation nods his head. He walks into the living room and stands against the wall. His brother, Sam, hands him a bottle of beer. Nation takes it, his face impassive. The room and people inside it speed up until they're only a blur. Only Nation remains in real time, slowly taking sips out of his bottle, deep in thought. The voices of everyone all merge into one monotonous drone.
NATION (voice-over)- Here I am. On one of my proudest days, standing inside here on the outside. It feels like there's an angry wasp in summer whizzing around on the inside of my head. I'm surrounded here by my friends and family who are all here to celebrate my little boy's 1st birthday. And all I can think about is Stare. Does that make me a bad father? My little boy's first birthday and all I can think about is facing Stare.
The people continue to whizz past in a blur around Nation as he slowly takes a swig on his beer bottle. The monotonous drone getting more and more cluttered. His hand goes up and touches the bandage.
NATION (voice -over)- Man, it throbs everytime I think about him. He got me good. Which isn't a bad thing because it takes my mind off my knee. It's been giving me hell since Momentum. The doctor says I need surgery. I can't take 6 months off. I'm too close. He's given me pills but they're never enough. Man, I need one now.
Nation goes into his pocket and takes about a capsule bottle. Takes out a pill and puts it into his mouth, before taking another hit of the beer bottle to wash it down with.
NATION (voice-over)- No-one knows about the knee or my medication. I can't let them know. They'll take what I've spent the last 18 months working for away from me. I can't risk that. It's my dirty little secret. But that's okay. I can fight through this. I know I can. The prize is too big not to. This is what I do. This is who I am. I can't let anyone or anything stop me. I need to know. I need to know if I'm the best. Everyone says I am and that it's my time but I need to know for myself. Some people would call it self doubt. I just call it not getting complacent. I don't know if I can beat Stare. Same way he doesn't know if he can beat me. We'll only know once we step into that ring and look into each other's eyes. Once that bell rings, destiny will take over and after 60 minutes of pain, despair and hatred, we'll both know what destiny has in store for the both of us.
The room slows back down again.
VOICE- Anthony?.......Anthony?....ANTHONY?!
NATION snaps back into reality and looks in the direction of the voice. It's his mother. She looks at her boy and smiles at him.
MUM- Your uncle was just telling me how all wrestling is all fake.
Both Nation's mother and uncle stare at him mischieviously.
Nation smiles at them both and promptly puts his uncle in a buffalo sleeper while the rest of the room watches and laughs as his uncle flails about in his grasp. The camera slowly zooms out and darkness fades in around the screen.
NATION (voiceover)- Doubt isn't a weakness. For me it's the means to my true strength. I'm at my best. My most dangerous when my back is up against the wall. I've been backed into a corner by Stare but it's not his fault. Fate has decided he is my last step to immortality. It's a step I'm going to take come hell or high water and it's a step I'm going to take hard. For all my friends, for my family, for my little boy, for myself. This last step is for you all.
The king is dead. Long live the king.
The screen fades completely to black.
END PROMO.
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Post by Nation on Sept 6, 2005 23:22:02 GMT 1
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Ninja Simz Aladdin NIN ,Wolverine, Chilly Willy Soundscream Nation Shinns Trent Acid & MVP-DoN
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Post by soulreaper on Sept 6, 2005 23:31:00 GMT 1
A blue partly cloudy sky greets the audience, the wind can be heard blowing through trees and around objects. Birds are heard chirping, as the day seems to be a pleasant one. The Sun is out of sight behind some clouds, the camera begins to pan down. We begin to see that all is not so pleasant as we are shown a ran down house that is falling apart after years of sitting without occupants. As the camera pans lower still and toward the bottom of the house, we see Soul Reaper leaning against the wall, near the door. Amazingly its supporting the weight. Reaper looks up and to the camera.
"Look at this place. Completely ripped apart by time, lacking the luster it once had when it was brand new. People look a place like this and write it off as damaged goods, useless and completely past its time of worth. As I look around the P2PW, I see that many people are saying the same things of me. They say, 'Reaper is past his prime,' 'He's a has been,' 'Reaper isn't as good as he used to be.' I answer these things with simple answers that even a few idiots may understand. To be past my prime I would have to have hit my 'prime' and seeing as how I've only been in this business for 3 years, I don't think I've quite gotten there. Also, if I were this 'has-been' that would mean that I've accomplished everything I waned to, and then subsequently lost it all. I look at my short career and I see that I've accomplished a lot, but not everything, and the only thing I've lost are title belts. And lastly, 'not as good as he used to be,' well you'll have to ask Rocky how he felt after our match, ask Stare what its like to face me, and you'll understand that I still live by the laws I've always told. Winning or losing means nothing, but making your opponent never forget you, thats what its all about. You can see that when the name 'Soul Reaper' is given to an unlucky opponent, they cringe. Even if I lost to that person they still know what they are in for. My reputation speaks a hell of a lot louder than a minority of nay-sayers who think I can't cut it because I've lost a few matches."
Reapers gets off the wall and walks along the house and around a corner to a window. He peers inside and then looks back to the camera.
"This brings me back to the current time and place. Soundscream has been running his mouth about these very things. After everything I did for Soundscream, he's turned against me and decided that he's going to teach me that he's the top dog around here. And to think, this time last year you watched on in amazement as I won 2 titles at the same time. You with your Decepticons group, leading the charge... only there was nothing to fight. As a matter of fact, your associates outshined you. You were the leader of this group and yet, you were also the weakest link. But even though this was true, you'd still throw out challenges to people such as myself and my faction, Evil Unlimited. You'd try to compare yourselves with us, but you always came up short. The fact that you set such a standard showed me that you had something. This something was just begging to be taken and molded into superstardom. A short time afterwards both of our groups split. Yours because you were a weak leader and mine because my associates were as reliable monkey teaching pre-school. None the less, after I took you under my wing."
Reaper grabbed at the wood near the window as he looked inside again. He turned away and brought his hand back, and in his hand was still a piece of the wood. It seemed to just fall off. Reaper chuckled a little at this and then threw the wood away.
"After awhile you seemed to be doing quite well, certainly better than those early Decepticon days. You were starting to earn some respect, and a lot of people would actually notice that you existed. It was because of me, that you were noticeable. Had it not been for my help, Scream, you'd still be struggling to get a shot at the Womens... I mean Internet championship. People call you my bitch, and they are right to do so. Scream, you are going to be shown exactly why it is you were playing second fiddle to me. Its simply because YOU never were at my level. You're just some punk kid that went along for the ride and now thinks his shit don't stink. Well let me remind you of this, bitch, that little belt you have... should be my belt, since I did the work to win it. I trained you, I lectured you, I showed you how to be a winner... hell I even took out your opponent when you couldn't do it... wheres the gratitude? A sound off in the middle of the ring, thats where. It was at that moment that you sealed your fate. Right then is the time your life ended. I hunted you for weeks, and I got the best of you, I would outhink you and then make you look foolish, then finally I took you out. I dismantled you in a run down joint, and left you there to rot. As I left your bloodied carcass, I knew you'd be foolish enough to want..no, NEED revenge. So here we are, Wrestlefever II and its your big shot, bitch. No more time to spout off about how you think you're better, and no more crying about not being the bitch that you are. Time to step up."
Reaper walks back around the house to where he was at the beginning, passes it and goes to the door. He opens the door, turns around and speaks again
"Soundscream, this is going to be your final lesson taught by me, and I hope you learn it well. Don't start something that you can't finish. Don't attack somebody that you can't beat. You've been given evrerything so far, and now its time for it be taken away. You've had your chance to step up and become the big shot that you think you are, but to be honest, you've failed me. You've failed yourself and when the time comes at Fever, your time will be over. I hope you had fun while it lasted, bitch, but now its time to stop playing games with you.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, the bitch will die.
Death is coming and there is no escape!"
Reaper turns his head walks into the run down building and slams the door behind him. A few shingles fall from the roof and hit the ground. The camera pans back up into the blue, partly cloudy sky as we the birds can be heard chirping again, and we fade to black
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Post by soulreaper on Sept 6, 2005 23:36:32 GMT 1
Ninja _the j-man Aladdin
1. Starcrunch 2. JT Blade 3. NIN
Reaper Executioner Steve Deathrow Shinns Stare
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Post by -JeNiFeR- on Sept 7, 2005 0:59:20 GMT 1
StarCrunch is seen perched on her couch in her locker room. There are empty bags of chips, cookie wrappers, soda cans, pizza boxes, and many other random junk food containers all scatterd about her. The tv is on with a Gamecube hooked up to it. The controller is stuck in StarCrunch's hand. Her eyes are glued to the screen. She reaches around for something to munch on never taking her eyes off the screen and strategically playing with one hand. Just then Shinns comes storming threw her door. Shinns: Damnit Star put that damn game away and get out here. Tonight is when you have to actually get off your ass and get in the ring. You are in the Battle Royal for the Championship! Don't you pay attention anymore? Shinns walks over to the tv and stands in front of it blocking her view. She pauses the game and looks up at Shinns. Star: Shinnnnnns Mooooooove!! Im about to catch the Monarch Butterfly! Shinns: Star, I am going to turn the tv off now. You need to get in the ring. Star tosses the controller to the ground and crosses her arms. Star: Yeah, Yeah, I am ready for my match Shinns. I've been mentally going over the Battle Royal. Tonight they are all going down. Chilly Willy, Cole Slocum, J.T. Blade, S-K-Y, Spackle, Stevo316, "The NZA" NIN Horror, Vegeta, and Wolverine. You all better watch out, well Chilly I'll go a lil easier on him. I want this chance to get the International Title. Star and Shinns begin to walk towards the door as they discuss the match. Shinns: Thats great Star, now lets get out there so you can win. Shinns walks threw the door and as he thrns down the hall he hears Star giggling as she slams the door shut and locks it. Star: Sorry Shinns I have to get that butterfly first! I promise it wont take me long I will make it to the match. I have to take the game back tomarro its only a rental! But don't worry I will be there. Want me to bring you a slurpee? Shinns is standing outside the door listening to Star. He rolls his eyes as she talks. Shinns: (mumbles) That damn AnimalCrossing game! Eh, it is pretty fun though. Star: What Shinns? Did you want me to bring you one? Shinns jumps and starts to stutter Shinns: Umm Sure, Yes, I want a really big one! Don't you be late either! I can turn the power to your locker room off you know! Shinns shakes his head as he walks away. He starts to laugh as he hears Star from her room. Star: YES!! I got it!
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Ninja _the j-man Aladdin
1. Star Crunch 2. Chilly Willy 3. Wolverine
Soul Reaper Executioner Shane Deathrow Shinns Stare
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Post by shinnstheory on Sept 7, 2005 2:00:18 GMT 1
Testing EST time...
EDIT: On the nose.
Locked.
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