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Post by Vegeta on Jun 3, 2005 9:31:57 GMT 1
8 PERSON ELIMINATION TAG MATCH Blood Pack
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH Soundscream
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE RAGE TITLE Darth Peccatus
UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH E2
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH Mastadon & Trent Acid
SINGLES MATCH Soul Reaper
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH Stare
STEEL CAGE SINGLES MATCH Shinns
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Post by Cactus on Jun 3, 2005 9:41:05 GMT 1
Get back hits and the crowd get to their feet, the pyro goes off and the huge cheer turns to boo’s as its not SoundScream as expected, its Cactus. He has a sadistic smile on his face as he makes his way to the ring. He hops on the apron, climbs in the ring and reaches for the mike.
He brings the mike up to his face to address this sold out crowd but before he can utter a word the entire arena is plunged into darkness. Smoke spews forth from behind the set and “for whom the bell tolls” blares out of the P.A. system. A hooded figure slowly emerges and silently glides up the aisle to the ring. Reaper’s minions are all standing throughout the arena, he steps into the ring as the lights come up, he snaps his head back to reveal that its not Soul Reaper at all its Cactus tag team partner E2.
E2 and Cactus share a nod to each other as E2 picks the mike up from the floor that a ring tech has laid out for him.
Cactus“ Reaper, Reaper I know I’m your bitch nowadays but please don’t make me get in the ring tonight with Cactus. He is a monster, he has killed a person in this ring and the last time he defended his belt he put SoL in the hospital and he has not been seen since.”
Cactus starts pretending to cry and look to E2 / Reaper for comfort be he is standing stock-still trying to look menacing.
Cactus“ I know E2 is barred from ringside but please I don’t want to get in there on my own, will you come with me and hold my hand? “
Again Cactus pretends to be upset and he reaches his hand out to be comforted by E2 / Reaper but he just stands there not moving a muscle.
Then E2 / Reaper burst out laughing and its contagious, Cactus starts to break down and soon a small portion of the crowd start to laugh at Deathrows parody of SoundScream and Soul Reaper.
Cactus“ Tonight Deathrow will send a message to the rest of the P2PW. Not only will the one man killing machine here walk out the undisputed Internet champion, but also I will retain my international belt.
Scream you think that because you are Reaper's bitch all of a sudden you have a title shot. Reaper has got a little stroke round here being the longest serving World champ an all, but you? What have you done in this company? You had your own little gang going on and you could not lead a group of wannabe’s and you want to represent this company as its international champion.”
Cactus looks over at E2, who lifts the mike up to his mouth and utters his infamous phrase.
E2“ Naw nigga “
The fans in attendance shout out along with E2 who has a look on his face trying to say this is my thing leave it alone.
Cactus“ Tonight you will live up to your name, you will scream. You will scream for mercy, you will scream for the pain to end, and you will scream for me to cover you and put you out of your misery.
You have made a big mistake tonight trying to take from me what I rightfully earned. I had to beat the only member of the entire roster who is undefeated to get my shot. Then I had to beat the same man again and SoL to gain this belt so I refuse to let some snot nosed punk who has done nothing for this company take it from me.
Tonight I refuse to be held accountable for my actions. You have signed the waver so what I will do to you in this ring tonight I will have a clear conscious, you have signed the waiver so when you are in the back needing a ambulance to mend your broken body I will not be to blame.
You want to dance with the wolf then you will pay the penalty, I will clamp my ragged jaws around your neck and I will toss you around like a rag doll. I will not stop until my hand is raised in victory and you need medical attention.
You may not be familiar with my work but ask you boss I am not a man to take lightly, I almost took his belt at rage rules in hell in a cell and that was with 3 months worth of ring rust. I have been fully active since then and you will become just another prisoner who will be sent to deathrow.”
In sync the two men drop their mike’s to the floor and walk out of the ring and head back up the ramp to prepare for tonight
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Post by Aladdin on Jun 4, 2005 15:30:53 GMT 1
Aladdin Promo
The scene opens and we are taken to the Blood Pack locker room where the faction are split into two; Aladdin and Vegeta are sitting together behind the bar, and Dollar Bill and Simz are standing by the door surrounded by the Deacon’s girls. Aladdin is already suited up in his ring attire, while the others are in their casual clothes. The camera pans over to the Blood Tigers’ conversation.
Aladdin: Vegeta, I don’t get what is going on in the Blood Pack. What was all that beef between you guys and me at Blitz? I did what Dollar Bill told me to. I don’t even see why I should listen to him. Since when was he made leader of this group? I don’t remember the day when I knelt down to anyone. Just because Simz gives him head, it doesn’t mean we should all follow him like a pack of choir boys. If you recall correctly I was the one who put together this group, not Dollar Bill, not Simz, not you. Sure Dollar Bill was the dominant member of the pack when we began, but it’s been along time since then and I’m at his level, if not beyond it. I don’t play second fiddle to anyone. I remember Dollar Bill saying, in the early phases of this group when you weren’t here, that “we were bound by blood and no man or god can break this bond, we are led by the blood”. But now it seems that this pack is holding me back.
Vegeta lifts his had in astonishment and looks straight into Aladdin’s eyes.
Vegeta: What! This pack is holding you back. This pack is what made you. It’s what made us all. Without it we would be jobbing on Superstar Sunday. Me and you would have never won the tag team gold, if we weren’t in this pack. You may not realize it Aladdin, but without this faction you are nothing!
Aladdin: Nothing. How dare you say that to me! I never thought I would hear that from you.
Vegeta puts his hand on Aladdin’s shoulder.
Vegeta: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t. But you can’t be serious about the pack holding you back. Come on Al, we owe all our success to the Blood Pack.
Aladdin swipes Vegeta’s hand off his shoulder.
Aladdin: Oh really! Well then our last few matches, what have the results been? Wins? No. The last match we won was the tag team championship. We were on fire up until then, but since then we’ve been on a downhill course. We haven’t won a match in a month. At Sole Survivor, we lost all of our matches. Remember the TNT after Momentum? Remember what Trent said about us being all talk and not living up to it. Well that’s stuck in my mind. Every match we’ve been in recently has proven that he was right. That’s what all the people must think of us now. That we were nothing more flavour of the month. And now our expiration date has passed.
Vegeta: Aladdin man, what are you on about? We aren’t food.
Aladdin: It’s called metaphorical speech. Why do I get the blame when someone else loses a match? I did my part, as I was asked to do, which I’m still not feeling. How is it my fault that Simz didn’t do the easy job of getting in the ring himself. How hard is that? I was taking care of _the j-man, all he had to do was slide his ass underneath the ropes and into the ring. He stayed down for ten seconds from an elbow shot. If he can’t take that then he shouldn’t be in this business. Anyway why should I even have to waste my time looking out for him, when has he ever come to ringside for our match, you call that unity? I help him out, but when it comes to my matches he leaves me out in the cold. That isn’t how I imagined the Blood Pack would turn out. We were supposed to be like the three musketeers, all for one and one for all. That means we had each others’ backs no matter what.
Vegeta: And we do. You know we do.
Aladdin: How should I know we do? I don’t know shit about that. When has Simz or Dollar Bill ever gotten involved in any of matches.
Vegeta: Well you know I’ve always got your back.
Aladdin: Yep, I know I can count on you. You’ve always been on my side.
Vegeta: Dollar Bill and Simz also look out for you. They are your family, just like me.
Aladdin: Are you joking! Last week on Blitz, Dollar Bill said and I quote, “YOU become OUR problem, understand?” What’s that supposed to mean?
Vegeta: It doesn’t mean a thing. Dollar Bill was upset because Simz lost the match. That’s it. He was just caught up in all the commotion. You shouldn’t make such a big deal of it. I’m sure he’s forgotten about it, just like you should do know. We have more important things to worry about now. We’re just a few hours before Momentum and the whole ppv is back to front. The main event is on first. The Blood Pack will open the show and no other match will manage to top ours’.
The camera turn over to Dollar Bill and Simz’s nearing the end of their conversation. Around them two of the deacon’s hookers are making out. Deacon and Simz are talking suspiciously while looking through the corner of their eyes at Aladdin and Vegeta.
Simz: I got it, you give me the word and it’s done Bishop.
Dollar Bill: Good. I’m glad that we got that clear. The Blood Pack will be at peace by the end of the night we will stand over our enemies just like the Moses stood over the Egyptians when he mowed them down and brought peace to his people.
Simz: Ummmm…Moses didn’t mow anyone dow… Forget it.
Dollar Bill walks past the hooker to the middle of the locker room with Simz following behind. Aladdin and Vegeta move their heads when they notice Dollar Bill’s movement.
Dollar Bill: We need to talk about our match, now.
Aladdin turns to Vegeta and cringes.
Aladdin: (whispering to Vegeta)Not another one of his gospels.
Vegeta stays quiet and the two of them walk over to the other half of the Blood Pack.
Dollar Bill: Look, it’s been a long month and we’ve all lost our fair share of matches.
Simz lowers his head and mumbles to himself, unheard by the rest of the Blood Pack.
Simz: Thanks to a certain person in this group.
Dollar Bill: But now we have to make up for our sins and show the whole of P2PW that the Blood Pack are for real. We must be triumphant over this group of misfits, Starcrunch has put together.
Aladdin unenthusiastically listens to the Bishop, while the other two are getting excited by Dollar Bill’s speech.
Dollar Bill: With the lord by our sides we will send the unholy riders back to where they came from, ending their short apocalypse. The Blood Pack will stand tall and become the saviors of P2PW ridding this federation of all the haters and those who oppose our cause. The one who rides from the west side, will no longer be what he proclaims to be, a Ladies man, for the Blood Pack will disfigure him and send this demon to deal with the buttas whores who walk through the streets of hell. The north rider will no longer have a different interviewer, for we the Blood Pack will rip out his voice box so he can longer poison the world with his hideous voice. From the eastside the rider, Tyler Stone, will face yet another loss, this time from the right hand of god. The south rider, Starcrunch, the devil who has set her goal to eliminate the Blood Pack will once again fall short and we will take her pretty little face and grind it in to the ground because god does not forgive those who oppose his angels, The Blood Pack, man or woman. And by the end of the night the Blood Pack will stand victorious and united and all five of our enemies will be sent to the fiery depths of hell.
Aladdin mumbles to himself, unnoticed by the other.
Aladdin: Five?
Dollar Bill: And all will be good in the Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!
Aladdin is still contemplating what Dollar Bill meant by five. He shakes it off and starts to talk.
Aladdin: Are you guys ready to go to the ring?
Simz: Obviously not. Does it look like we are?
Vegeta: We’ll get ready and meet you there. You can go now, we’ll be with you in a sec.
Aladdin: Okay, see you out there.
Aladdin exits the locker room and heads off to the ring. Vegeta walks upto Dollar Bill and Simz and starts to talk.
Dollar Bill: So what did you get?
Vegeta: Well… I’m not sure if I should…
Vegeta puts his hand through his hair, obviously not comfortable with what Dollar Bill wants.
Simz: He deserted you after your match at Blitz.
Vegeta: Fine, you’re right. Here’s what he said…
Vegeta fills in Dollar Bill and Simz on his conversation with Aladdin, just a few minutes ago as the zeroin fades to black.
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Post by McKenna on Jun 4, 2005 18:14:30 GMT 1
The clock won’t stop its ceaseless march, click-click-click-click-click. The drumbeat of many a condemned man, the heartbeat that will never fade out, the constant banging of the brain on the inside of the skull. As I sit, alone, in the semi-darkness, the water from the shower dripping from my hair, onto my towel and floor below, I sit and I wonder why did I come back here? Why did I want to go from being the top man in one place, back to this, part of the chasing pack?
“He doesn’t deserve it” one guy claims. “We all want Stare to remain the champion”. The comments drill through my mind like a CD on repeat. You see these people only know one side of the story. They only know of the McKenna that walked away from P2PW. They hate him for that. They hate everything he stands for. You see, for these men and women, who pass through when they see fit, they don’t know. They have only heard the stories of how Stare beat UKG. They know of how Shinns defended the title. They know the version of history that has been spoon fed to them by a paranoid and afraid World Heavyweight Champion.
You see tonight is not about Momentum. I have not fought since my return, and until an hour ago, Stare has remained silent about our match since my return. Why no matches? Easy enough really: out of sight, out of mind. If he is involved in the ring, then those who don’t know him get to see how he works. If McKenna is booked into matches, then they will see what will happen to the current champion, and what the future of the P2PW World Title is.
It reminds me of something I saw in a documentary, about Ali and Foreman. “The Rumble in the Jungle” they called it. You see, as World Champion, Foreman was allowed use of the gym in Kinshasa first, every single day. And at the end of his workout, Foreman, would pound on one point, on the heaviest bag they had, until there was a dent, the shape of a man’s ribcage.
They would leave the bag swinging; knowing Ali would see it when he came in for his workout. Ali’s people would try and hide the bag from him knowing it would affect the man psychologically. But it did not phase Ali one bit, at least not in the eyes of his group.
Floorstare has something similar you see. He kept the physical damage that I can do to the roster hidden. He made sure that his version of history would be the only one that people saw. Tonight, I will show the wrestling world, just who McKenna is. Tonight, I will conduct a history lesson of my own.
I’ve also gone back through that match with Stare, all those many months ago. Back when P2PW was a fledgling outfit, trying to make its way in the wrestling industry. Back then, Soul Reaper, Rocky, Shinns Theory, Floorstare, Shane Montez and I had “wars”. Not these five minute feuds that the newer talent call a war. We had full scale battles that went on for months. And every single night, we left everything we had in that ring, for the fans, for the people.
Some of the new talent need to take a look at those DVD’s and see what it was that made this company great. There was always someone waiting to take your spot. Now, Stare, Nation, Gormy, they have all gotten comfortable. The Rage Title remains in only its third owner since its revolutionary conception. Rocky, Myself, and Nation have all raised the bar here, but no one has caught up. Is it really that high?
Gormy, after months of being denied, finally captured her Holy Grail, and in turn became the last ever P2PW Women’s Champion. Since then she has defended that title against all comers. Only now, with E2, does she have someone to cut her teeth against.
And Stare, the 2 time World Champ. My mind does not leave you till last out of disrespect. No, no, no. You see, we have a history beyond the first meeting, beyond the Rocky Roads, beyond all of this. Our paths will forever be interlocked. Fate dictates it, and destiny will not allow it to stand by. You talk of my fate and your destiny? Times have changed, and we, as people, and as men have changed. When I left for WWE, yes I was disillusioned, and I allied with Rocky as a means to an end.
The bigger picture is yet to come. Fate and destiny do walk side by side. But with fate and destiny you forgot to include History. Jacob, history is what shapes us, what makes us grow into stronger people. I grant you, I made some mistakes on my own road. But history shows me that now, only now, you believe that you own my soul. For all this time, since you stopped my path to the World Title, have you been able to doctor history, tell the world how I walked away from this company. How I quit.
How wrong can one guy be? Fact is I walked away, at the request of the owner of this company, Rocky. I left so that he could take out the competition, and all this time your ego has left you thinking you run the show. And now I’m back what do you do? You stay quiet and hide behind your belt. There was only one person worthy of a shot at the championship, and you knew it, you knew deep down that I have earned that shot more than anyone around. I spent months scratching and clawing my way to the top of the mountain, only to have you, and your ego snatch it away.
It’s not the first time you have been envious of my success. There I was on the verge of becoming the first P2PW International Champion, and your oversight with the contract meant that I lost both the title shot, and the gold. Then you come swanning back in, and steal my shot at the World Title from under me. And you wonder why I know that I can beat you? You know it too, every night I have seen you around here, it’s in your eyes. It gives you away like a stolen kiss from someone that is not your girlfriend. You think it’s so obvious that it’s written on your head. Everyone in the back thinks you are acting cool and calm, but deep down you are paranoid that everybody can see you are afraid of being in that ring with me.
The clock is nearly there, the man will call for me any moment, and there it is, like clockwork. Click-click-click-click-click. The final moments of your second reign as World Champion are upon us. I’m sure history will judge this reign well, after all, you have it already written don’t you?
The walk to the ring is a familiar one, all the looks, the stares, those who want me to fail again. Well, win or lose, I will do what I always do, leave every single fibre of my life in that ring. I look at those watching me in, some wishing me luck, to be safe, to have a good match, to come back through the curtain in one piece, title or no. My old running buddies have their new cliques now. Good luck to them. My old friends ready to face each other, maybe they understand my reasons, maybe they don’t. I’m not here to be the popular guy. I’m here for one thing, to be the figurehead of the company.
The first bars of “Sonne” are playing now, soon be time. I look at the clock by the gorilla position; there it is, above the noise of the crowd, above the noise of the music, click-click-click-click-click.
The lights are bright, the crowd cheer and boo, that’s their right, they paid and saved for months for this. They have given up luxuries to be here. I have sacrificed my luxury to answer the one question that has needed an answer. Tonight, Floorstare, I end the debate. The lights melt away, and the ring is steps from my body, click-click-click-click-click is replaced by the beat of my heart. So slow, so calm, so controlled. Amazing how anger can be suppressed, devastating when released. The clock is still ticking, and will never stop, just the scenarios change, the clock will always keep on ticking, and it ticks as I wait in the ring for you.
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Post by Gormy on Jun 4, 2005 19:07:28 GMT 1
8 PERSON ELIMINATION TAG MATCH The Blood Pack (Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill, Aladdin, Vegeta, Simz)
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH Soundscream
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE RAGE TITLE Darth Peccatus
2 out of 3 falls UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH ***INTERACTIVE POLL*** Choose the matches for the three falls from the categories provided Gormy
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH MVP-Don & Trent Acid
SINGLES MATCH Rocky
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH Da Man
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender for the World Title STEEL CAGE SINGLES MATCH Nation
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Post by Gormy on Jun 4, 2005 22:18:26 GMT 1
Gormy looked again towards the dozen blood red roses on the seat beside her. No note with them, just the flowers bound together in black silk ribbons. Each of the bows were tied perfectly. Each of them exactly the same size, no ends showing, just perfect. So too were the roses. Exactly the same size, all of the flower stems had every thorn removed except for one. All the thorns left were on the stems at exactly the same place, creating a ring, again perfect. Perfect. The only flaw that Gormy could find was the powder in each of the petals. White, stark against the crimson.
The camera pans back into the back of the limo where Gormy sits gazing at the flowers beside her. She is on the move. Making her way slowly, majestically towards the arena. She is late, yet she doesn’t care. Already in her red velvet, she feels secure. On her head, for the first time since the beginning sits a red velvet trilby hat. Retro, that was the word running through her head as she got ready at the hotel. That seemed so long ago. An age almost. Getting ready was one of her favourite parts. The anticipation of the forthcoming match always got her going. Gormy always got a rush when she got ready.
Decades ago, that is how long ago that rush felt to her now. This was supposed to be a fun night. She was going to finally put E2 to his bed. For too long, the thorn in her side had tried to gain what was hers. Thorn. There was that word again. Gormy looked again at the flowers, at the thorns waiting, tucked into the silk, waiting to bite. Was this a warning? No, she didn’t think so. The little nagging doubt was there though.
She shook her head slightly, throwing out that doubt, smiling at the thought of the opponent. One man killing machine! HA. He was no more that than she was Queen of England. Well, she was going to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone be any sort of killing machine. Unless of course, it was a fly killing machine! Gormy giggled to herself at the mental image of E2 sat in a wheelchair, both legs in plaster, raised in front of him. Armed with a fly swatter, killing the flies that gathered around his head as he sat on a lawn in the middle of summer.
Gormy stops giggling as she takes a sip of water from a bottle in her hand. She looks again at the flowers. A little knot of fear has taken root in her now. She turns away and looks out of the window instead. She breathes deeply, taking in a calming breath, dispelling the fear for a moment. It comes back though. Fear always did. She learned many moons ago to deal with fear head on, like a rhino. That was something her father had taught her back in the old days, when she used to train in the old mill. The fear vanishes instantly as Gormy thinks of her father. He was so strong. She would make him proud tonight.
Fear, her father used to say was like a toothache. There were people who would leave it, take painkillers, brandy, oil of cloves, anything to relieve the pain for themselves. They are the cowards. Take hold of your fear, treasure, and yank that fear out like a bad tooth with the best pair of Sheffield steel pliers. That is what you are treasure, pure, hard, Sheffield steel.
Gormy had always used that as her motto for life. Sheffield steel, that is what she was. E2 was going to learn, again, just how hard Sheffield steel hurts. Coverd in soft velvet, curves and long red hair, lots of previous opponents had learned too late just how hard it does hurt when it comes at them like a rhino. E2 though came back for more. Gormy shook her head. How stupid men can be. Well tonight, if E2 intended to be that stupid to take yet another beating from her, who was she to deny it to him. It would be his last though. She didn’t intend to use any more energy on him. This beating tonight would be the last, the best, she had ever dealt. Gormy intended to move on to bigger and better things.
Gormy turns towards the flowers. Her fear returning. She wouldn’t give in to it this time. She would be strong. Carefully she picked up the roses. They were beautiful. Perfect. Deep in thought, Gormy touched each of the thorns. She never noticed the prick on the end of her finger from each of the spines. Instead she raised the flowers up to her nose as though to enjoy the perfume from the petals. She didn’t though. She knew better than to do that.
E2, you crafty fucker. Gormy said quietly out loud. There was no-one to hear her words though, the screen of the limo tightly raised. She smiled at the genius of it all. He was brilliant! She would find E2 and shake his hand. The she would take him gently by the hand out to the ring, like a woman leading her lover to her bed for the first time. There she would cause him so much pain and suffering he would beg for forgivness and then she would make him beg her to end his life, as he wouldn’t be able to stand the pain any longer.
The violence running through Gormy’s head was so intense that she didn’t notice that she had hung on to the bunch of roses. She didn’t notice that she had bunched her fist around the thorns. She didn’t notice that there was the smallest trickle of blood beginning to run down her hand towards her wrist. Gormy stared into middle space, a small smile playing on her lips. She enjoyed the mental images she had conjured up. Oh, how E2 was going to pay for the prank he had tried to play on her.
Slowly, Gormy turned to look at her hand holding the roses. Coming back to the present, she seemed surprised to see the small line of red trickling down her hand. To her it looked like the roses themselves were crying. She put the flowers down beside her, oh so gently and licked the blood from her hand. Metal. The taste in her mouth now was metal. Steel, Sheffield steel. You are steel, pure Sheffield steel. Gormy thought. With a new determination in her eyes, Gormy turned her back on the flowers, took a sip from her water bottle and turned again to the window.
The limo turned into the arena car park, heading for the underground parking lot. Fans had gathered there, waiting to catch a glimpse of their favourite stars. Gormy smiled at them, even though she knew they couldn’t see her. How dumb of her. She chastised herself for waving and smiling, but she knew she would do it next time, as she always did. And every time she did, she promised herself she would play super cool as she turned into the next arena car park. A never ending circle.
The faces of the crowd are smiled at Gormy as she entered the grounds. It always gave her a buzz. Fed her ego some more, the fact that Joe Public had gathered for hours, just to catch a glimps of their favourite star.
The limo cruised slowly through the giddy, excited faces. Gormy’s ego swelled. Roses forgotten, fear forgotten, she waved and smiled again. And again, she told herself off. She would never learn. A small giggle, a small sip from her water bottle, Gormy sat back in her seat, enjoying the attention. A face towards her left hand side caught her eye. He stood right at the front, no expression on his face. She froze. Fear ran down her back like iced water. A knot of it caught in her tummy. Oh God. No, how long had it been since she saw his face. Gormy tried to tear her eyes away from his blank face, but found she couldn’t. She was like a phobic caught with a spider in the same room. She didn’t want to look, but was terrified to look away in case it ran towards her.
Fear, almost rising to panic took hold of her. The more she looked the worse it became. Then he was gone. They were underground, the garage door closing behind them. The breath that Gormy had been holding, unaware was released. They parked up. In a dream, the door was held open for her by the chauffeur and Gormy climbed out.
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Post by Gormy on Jun 4, 2005 22:31:09 GMT 1
Gormy looked left, right, behind. Sure that he wasn’t there, Gormy collected the flowers from the limo. Now she knew. The bastard had found her. Not that she was ever hard to find. Why now? She thought.
She made her way towards the locker rooms. Still 20 minutes before she was due on. She knew she was in trouble. The powers that be wanted all of the wrestlers there all afternoon. Rocky especially, he could be very mean. A dressing down from him though, seemed like a walk in the park since lunchtime. Was it only lunchtime since she had received the roses? Yes. She had smiled and her heart had swelled when she had received them. The smile had soon faltered when she saw what was caught in the petals.
Enough was enough. E2 had found her weakness and he was going to pay for it. How the fuck he knew about her past was a mystery to Gormy however, but that didn’t matter. She had a score to settle, in and out of the ring. Gormy lowered her head, took in a deep breath. She held it for a moment. ‘Sheffield steel’ running through her head. Then she exhaled, almost snorted. In that instant Gormy became a rhino facing her biggest fear. She held onto the flowers tightly, again drawing blood from the pricks left there from before. She walked quickly towards the locker rooms, breaking into a run. He was dead. E2 was going to find out just how hard Gormy could be.
She ran all the way to E2’s locker room. She didn’t bother knocking, just barged her way in. E2 was sat on a bench, ring gear on, talking to Cactus. Gormy didn’t hear what they were saying, her blood, near to boiling point was running through her ears. Her fear had turned to pure hatred and anger as she had begun her race to his room. The steel rhino in her had surfaced and no one was going to stop it.
WHA…….?? was all E2 managed to say before Gormy bulldozed him to the floor.
GORMY You know what the fuck I’m here for. Don’t fuck with me E2. You wanted to frighten me, well you had the opposite effect.
Gormy was sat astride E2, her hands around his neck. She shook as she bellowed the words at him. Cactus leaped over the bench and pulled Gormy off E2. He took hold of Gormy, spun her around and launched her into the lockers on the right hand side of the wall. Gormy struggled, but Cactus kept hold. He waited till the stuggles and the anger subsided. Gormy finally stopped, looked at Cactus and said Get the fuck off me.
Cactus let go, just. He let go of her arms but left his hands there ready to grab hold if she went for him or his stable mate again.
CACTUS What the hell is the matter with you?
GORMY He knows. Gormy pointed a finger at E2 who had recovered enough to get up and face Gormy from behind Cactus.
Cactus looked at E2 and raised his eyebrows in request. ‘What the hell did you do?’ ringing in Cactus’ ears. E2’s shoulder raise – ‘I don’t know’ was his reply.
E2 Hey chick, what the hell is going on here? You seem to think I know something. The only thing I know is that you’ve gone mental.
Gormy shakes off Cactus. She looks him straight in the eye, a look of hate and of disappointment there. Gormy sneers at him, turns and gives E2 her full attention
GORMY You know what I’m on about. HERE! Gormy throws the roses still in her bloodied hand at E2. THAT is what I’m on about.
E2 picks up the flowers that falls at his feet. Sharply he drops them again as he picks them up by the thorns. He looks at them, puzzled.
E2 What the hell was that? E2 picks up the roses again, slowly this time, carefully. He avoids the thorns, holding the bunch of flowers between his thumb and forefinger. E2 looks at them as though alien to him. He finally frowns as he sees the white powder caught in the petals.
E2 Again, What the fuck is this?? E2 points to the white powder.
Gormy shrugs her shoulders. She moves past Cactus to stand along side E2. Her hatred now at boiling point, she shows no emotion. Instead she stands with E2 as though she is his mate, his drinking buddy.
GORMY You telling me you have no idea what the flowers are all about?
E2 No. If I did, I would say. E2 rolls his eyes towards Cactus. He smirks back at E2, wondering if Gormy had realised how sarcastic they were being. Before he could open his mouth to reply to E2, Gormy snatches the roses from E2’s hand, causing a matching wound to his hand. Matching Gormy without realising it, E2 licks the blood from his bleeding hand.
GORMY Fuck you both. You pointing at E2 are a dead man walking my friend. I will teach you to try and fuck with my head.
E2 Hey, whether you believe it or not, I haven’t got the first fucking idea what your on about. I never sent you those, I can guarantee that. E2 then licks his still slightly bleeding forefinger, wipes it vertically, then horizontally across the left hand side of his chest.
Gormy frowns. E2 seems genuine. She shows no emotion however as she slams the door behind her. Outside she takes a deep breath and walks towards her locker room. She has only a few minutes left. She reaches her destination. She opens her door, turns on the light and walks inside. Alone at last, she closes the door. Gormy slumps against the closed door and brings her knees up to her chest. Fucking roses! Her world is now torn apart because of fucking roses. How idiotic of her to think that E2 would have the intelligence to play such a prank. If he wasn’t such a prick, she would actually like to be a mentor to him. In reality all he had was Cactus. Poor soul. It was good for her, she reminded herself, Cactus was easy prey before he became so hard core.
Gormy looks at the flowers again, for the last time. She smiles. Cocaine. That is the present that was given to her, not the roses. How long was it since she last slipped from the chosen road? 5, 10 years? She didn’t know, but she would never forget. Gormy got up and walked over to her locker. The locker door undone, Gormy takes out her cell phone. Gormy looked at her cell phone and then at the flowers. Shall she take a small sniff? No, no she has worked too hard. Instead she throws the flowers in the bin. Back at the bench, with only the last five minutes or so before her match, Gormy punches in the oh, so familiar numbers. She knows and he will know that the call is coming. She doesn’t know what she will say, he thinks he does know. Only when the call is answered will either of them know.
Gormy is sure that E2 is still something to do with the flowers. Of that she is almost certain. He will pay. He has been beaten before and this time, he will be flattened. He will fear her as most people fear the Reaper. The last thoughts from Gormy as the camera slowly leaves her locker room is ‘Fear, Rhino, Sheffield Steel……’
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Post by ShaneMontez on Jun 5, 2005 10:29:31 GMT 1
***Votes***
Starcrunch, Shane Montez, Tyler "The Assassin" Stone, & "The Ladies Man" Chilly Willy
Cactus
Addryd
E2
The Insanity (Spaz & Red Ninja)
Soul Reaper
Stare
Shinn's Theory
***Promo***
*****We go outside the arena where Shane Montez and Bobbi Idaho have an autograph table set up. The fans are lined up around the corner patiently waiting for their chance to meet Shane and Bobbi.*****
SM: All right, next.
*****An attractive female fan steps up.*****
SM: Do you want a picture or do you have something you want signed?
Fan: Will you sign my breast?
*****Shane looks up at the fan. Bobbi shakes her head and rolls her eyes.*****
SM: If you want to break’em out I’ll sign It.
*****The fan exposes her titties as a group of onlookers go nuts. Shane slaps his signature on the fan’s chest.*****
SM: There you go babe. Hope you enjoy it.
BI: Damn sluts.
SM: What was that?
BI: Nothing.
*****The next fan steps up. It is yet another young woman.*****
SM: You want me to sign you tits too?
Fan 2: No. I want you to sign my ass.
SM: Turn around. Let me take a look.
*****She turns around and shakes her ass in Shane’s face.*****
SM: Nice. Very nice indeed. Go ahead and drop the pants and the panties if you’re a freak.
Fan 2: I’m not wearing panties.
*****A small “show your ass” chant starts up as slowly takes her pants down.*****
SM: It’s great to be me.
*****Shane signs her left butt cheek and slaps her on the right one.*****
Fan 2: OoooOO. Thanks Shane.
BI: ***mocking the fan*** Thanks Shane.
*****A male fan from the crowd shouts*****
Fan 3: Hey Shane. Why don’t you sign this ***grabs his crotch*** you little bitch!?!
*****Shane looks over in to the crowd*****
SM: HAHA! Yeah, sure buddy. I would but I got a long name. Maybe I could initial it for you.
Fan 3: Bobbi didn’t complain last night.
SM: Yeah, if by Bobby you mean the guy standing next to you I’m sure he didn’t. To your face at least.
Fan 3: Oh you a real tough guy hiding behind all your security.
*****Shane stands up*****
SM: Trust me buddy. They are here for your protection not mine.
*****Shane starts to walk toward the guy. Security quickly jumps in front of him.*****
Security: Come on Mr. Montez. I think this autograph session is over.
SM: See, you’re lucky you little punk ass bitch.
*****Bobbi grabs Shane by the arm.*****
BI: Come on Shane. Let’s go inside. We have better things to do.
*****They walk back in to the arena where they are met by Candy Cox.*****
CC: Well well well. Look who it is.
SM: Yeah, look who it is. It’s Candy Sux Cox.
CC: Kiss off Shane. Do you want to comment on your match tonight or what? Maybe you just want to e-mail them again.
SM: They wish someone as cool as me would e-mail them.
CC: So you are denying that you sent that message to the Blood Tigers?
SM: No I didn’t send it. And what’s up with Blood Tigers? Do they not realize that all a tiger is, is a big over grown Pussy….cat. So they are Blood Pussy’s. Maybe they mean Bloody Pussy’s. Are they PMSing? That must be it. Those two little bleeding pussy’s want to try and make me look like a punk? Well, fuck them. It won’t work. They want to say I’m nothing but their shit? Real funny boys. Tonight you’ll find out what Shane Montez is made of. And you can be damn sure that it is nothing like what comes out your ass’s.
*****Shane and Bobbi walk off.*****
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Post by Scream on Jun 5, 2005 14:04:38 GMT 1
8 PERSON ELIMINATION TAG MATCH [glow=red,2,300]The Blood Pack (Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill, Aladdin, Vegeta, Simz)[/glow] I think the Blood Pack need this one
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH [glow=red,2,300]SoundScream[/glow]
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE RAGE TITLE [glow=red,2,300]Addryd[/glow]
2 out of 3 falls UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH ***INTERACTIVE POLL*** [glow=red,2,300]Gormy[/glow]
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH [glow=red,2,300]MVP-Don & Trent Acid[/glow]
SINGLES MATCH [glow=red,2,300]Reaper[/glow]
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH [glow=red,2,300]Stare[/glow]
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender for the World Title STEEL CAGE SINGLES MATCH [glow=red,2,300]Nation[/glow]
*very tough decisions...this should be a killer ppv
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Post by Reaper on Jun 5, 2005 16:45:39 GMT 1
This is only a pale immitation of what I originally had typed up and ready to post. But, somehow, it disappeared when I posted it. This is the parts I remembered. Oh well....
The scene cuts to a darkened, damp and unpleasent enviroment where a solitary chair sits positioned in the centre of the floor. Between spells of chilling silence, a distant dripping sound can be heard, faintly reverberating a horrible, spine tingling sound throughout the surroundings. Off screen, we see a light gently flickering, without allowing the room to lose any illumination. A distant, quiet thumping sound can be heard, until it gradually becomes louder. It soon becomes clear that it's the impending sound of footsteps. As quickly as they started, they abruptly halt. The flickering of the light becomes more intense. With every bright flash of light, comes longer, fractions of seconds of darkness, until the light ceaces altogether. After a few seconds, the light comes back on. Rocky is now sitting on the chair, staring into the camera. He takes a deep breath, before speaking in a calm tone.
"They say that being in the ring with him is one of the most painful and brutal experiences of your life. They say that the fear of confronting him face to face tightly grips you, immobilising your body and allowing your mind to race through the worst scenarios possible. They say that he will take you to hell and, depending on how he feels, he may bring you back again, but you will be a shadow of the man you were previosuly. They also said that the earth was flat up until a few hundred years ago. You shouldn't believe everything they say. We do not. We do not believe that you, Soul Reaper, are anything other than a washed up, sad and lonely fool, who thinks that the world owes you something. Now that...that is something you all can believe. Do not worry, I am refering to Da Man and I when I say we. I have not lost my mind again. But everyone, not just us, has seen it for themselves. It's plain for all to see that you are nothing now, Reaper. How many times have you tried to defeat Stare recently? How many times have you cried that you were cheated after he defeated you? It's become rather pathetic. It's arrived at the stage now, where you are obsessed. It's become the only thing you focus on and, regardless of how many times you try, you have been met with a dead end. A brick wall. But you will have to put your obsessive behaviour on hold, for we have some unfinished business from way back, Soul Reaper."
Rocky pauses momentarily, allowing a smile to creep across his face. Over the backdrop of the dripping noise, he begins again.
"We have stood face to face on numerous occassions. And you can believe this. There certainly was no immobilising fear then. No fear at all. Only rage, fury, anger, mutilation, destruction... No fear at all. And there still is none. All there is now, is an unsatisfied itch that, regardless of how hard it is scratched, it will not subside. Regardless of how much blood comes to the surface after violently clawing at the skin, the annoyance has never gone away. But now Reaper. Now it is time for the irritation to stop. Now it is time to derive pleasure from the very thing that has been causing the itch. You Reaper. You are the annoyance. You have been constantly under my skin. You have been continually irritating me. Almost ever since I brought you to this company, you have been a thron in my side."
The smile vanishes from Rocky's face and is replaced by a snarling face of sheer hatred. He leans forward in the chair, face down, clenching his fist. He snaps his head back up and speaks again, this time with no calmness in his voices.
"You say that death is coming and that there is no escape. Well, you are correct on both counts. The death of your career is imminent and there truly is no escaping that fact. With every defeat you have been dealt recently, it's been another nail in your coffin. I'm going to hit you with every ounce of strength I can muster. And, if you should somehow, someway be able to handle it, I shall reach deep down into the reserves I have gone many times before and hit you with that also. Your presence here in the P2PW used to be something that had every superstar running scared. You used to drive fear into the heart of every man you came into contact with. But now Reaper? Now you're a joke. A laughing stock. The only thing scaring people when they face you now, is incase they become guilty by association with your pathetic ways. Not I though. Irrespective of how I end you; know this, Reaper. I will end you."
Again, Rocky manages to regain his smile, but it is short lived. The smile subsides and an expressionless look comes over his face. With the lights still flickering, Rocky begins speaking again, on a seemingly unrelated direction.
"A few months ago, I had a vision. A vision for total domination. To achieve my goal, I needed to enlist the help of one man in particular. Da Man. Regardless of our brutal history and mutual, sheer hatred for each other, and regarldess of the amount of blood that has run between us, I had to put my differences aside. And thus far, my choice hasn't let me down. There was, however, another man that I chose. Soul Reaper. I had you in my sights. I had planned on recruiting you, but the fact that you are a pale immitation of what you used to be, quickly altered my vision. Instead, you have become a small obstacle that has to be removed from our path. The path of glory. Due to your present state Reaper, I know that, once I have defeated you, people will proclaim it a hollow victory. In the past, one might have said that we were juxtaposed in our power and dominance in the P2PW. But now, Reaper. Now I have moved so far ahead of you, that you are trailing behind, shroud into darkness by my enormous, overwhenlming shadow. Almost grinding to a halt. But why has it taken so long for us to meet? I often ask myself this, as do many other people. Our history, rivalry and hatred for one an other is over a year long. There has been an extremely intense animosity between us for all this time, which has threatened to rip the entire P2PW apart. This day has been inevitable for so long. It's been a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. But that wait is almost over. The timer has been set and, when the clock reaches zero, the explosives will detonate, engulfing this entire federation. Your career, Reaper, will be up in smoke with it. Your future will be destroyed and left amongst the dust and debris in the centre of the ring. I have reserved a place for you next to Weapon and Kaos. Death is coming to you, Soul Reaper. Make no mistake, it's coming tonight. And there is no escaping it."
Solemn faced, Rocky stares at the camera. The flickering light becomes extremely tempermental, until we are thrown into darkness once more. After a couple of seconds, the faint light comes back on, but the chair is now empty. We hear loud footsteps as they become quieter and quieter, until they fade away altogether, until all we can hear, is the chilling, spine tingling dripping sound, left alone echoing to nobody, as the scene fades out.
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Post by Nation on Jun 5, 2005 19:53:11 GMT 1
[glow=red,2,300]PROMO[/glow]
The camera fades in and we see a grainy shot of NATION delivering a Nation's End on ROCKY in the Elimination Chamber at Sole Survivor. He rolls him over and the referee, along with the crowd counts the 1-2-3. The sound of the crowd cheering distorts the sound as NATION rises to his feet and the referee holds up his arm in victory.
The camera pans out and we see the image of NATION celebrating his victory is being watched on a television by SHINNS in his office. He sits alone with only the glow of the television for company. SHINNS remains silent, taking down notes, looking for weaknesses. He has found many of NATION's strong points but weak spots have been few and far between. He has looked at both of NATION's losses in the year that he's been here. A pin by CACTUS in a non title match and a defeat in a tag team match up after SOLE SURVIVOR, which he witnessed first hand. But even they don't reveal anything solid to work with. The CACTUS defeat was due to a steel chair to the back of the skull from ROCKY. The tag team defeat was DA MAN's doing when he revealed his true colours. Anyone would lose under these circumstances. Which leaves SHINNS pondering "If this is the only way I can win this, is it a road I'm prepared to go down?"
The telephone rings suddenly, breaking SHINNS concentration from his notes. He picks up the phone.
SHINNS (snaps)- I told you I wasn't to be disturbed!.....What do you mean "NATION's not here"?...He's where?....Dr.Anderson's?! Well, what's he doing there?...He chooses today to go and see a goddamn shrink?! The PPV is only a few hours away!...What do you mean, he can't be disturbed? Tell him to get his goddamn ass here now!...Fine....No, no. I'll go get him. If you go, you'll probably only make it worse.... If he doesn't then he'll be looking for a new job....Yeah, thanks for telling me....I'll speak to you later, ROCKY.
SHINNS slams down the phone back on the receiver. He picks up his car keys from his desk, gets up and walks out, slamming the door behind him, leaving the glow of the television in the darkened room and the image of NATION holding aloft the Rage title.
The camera fades to black.
VOICE OVER (soothing)- Now we're going to take you back. To the beginning. We're going to find out what's stopping you reaching where you want to be. Breath deeply and slowly. Relax and let yourself go.
The sound of slow, deliberate breaths can be heard. Slowly the black screen fades into a white light and then a picture begins to appear. The deep breaths can still be heard. A room fades into view. It's dark but it can be made out that it's a child's room. Star Wars wallpaper on the walls. Spiderman bed covers. He-Man and Star Wars figures cover the floor. There is an air of oppression and fear inside this innocent looking room. The walls seem to be closing in. Everything seems disjointed.
VOICE OVER- Where are you?
NATION- I'm home.
The focus of the room turns to a little boy standing in the corner of the room. Alone in the darkness.
VOICE OVER- Who are you?
NATION- I'm Anthony.
VOICE OVER- How old are you, Anthony?
NATION- Five.
In the corner of the room, opposite to where the 5 year old NATION is standing, there is a large wardrobe. Suddenly it starts rattling and shaking from the inside. The deep breaths start to quicken. The child version of NATION's eyes widen in horror. He runs to the bed and dives under the covers. Under the covers, he curls up into a ball, trying to hide from whatever is inside the wardrobe. He peeks out of the duvet, not wanting to see what's there but can't help but look. The cupboard continues to shake violently. NATION's breathing picks up speed.
VOICE OVER- What's happening, Anthony?
NATION (child like voice almost overcome with panic and fear)- The wardrobe! No, no, no , no....
VOICE OVER (calm and reassuring)- Anthony, I'm here. You're safe. Now, what do you see?
NATION (panic remaining)- No, no, no! Go away!
The wardrobe violently rattles and sways from side to side, banging loudly against the floorboards and wall behind it. Then suddenly, it stops, leaving only the sound of NATION's quick, shallow breaths.
VOICE OVER (firmly)- Anthony, speak to me. What's happening?
NATION (calmer) - Nothing, it's gone.
The younger version gets out from under the covers and gets out of the bed. Slowly and quietly he steps towards the wardrobe.
VOICE OVER- What's in the wardrobe, Anthony?
NATION does not reply, instead he continues to walk gingerly towards the wardrobe.
The scene shifts to the Dr. Anderson's reception. SHINNS strides through the door and towards the receptionist. The receptionist is on the telephone, but SHINNS takes the handset off her in mid-sentence and puts it down on the receiver. The receptionist looks up angrily at SHINNS.
SHINNS (obviously not in the mood to be messed with) - Now I've got you attention, get off your ass, get some exercise into those flabby legs and get NATION out here now!
RECEPTIONIST (trying hard to contain her rage and disgust) - Dr. Anderson and his patient cannot be disturbed. I suggest you sit and wait....
SHINNS (interrupting) - Listen, petal. I'm paying for this so I suggest you do as I say before I have your job and you and your fat, mewling spawn are living off welfare checks.
The receptionist's eyes widen with anger.
SHINNS- So are you going to get him or what?
The scene shifts back to the darkened room in NATION's sub-conscious. The younger, version of NATION is standing outside the wardrobe. His hand on the handle.
DR. ANDERSON- Anthony? Speak to me. Tell me what's happening.
NATION's panic stricken breaths continue as he turns the handle. The door suddenly flies open, knocking the 5 year old NATION onto the floor. A large hand emerges from the darkness and grabs NATION, dragging him into the wardrobe.
NATION (in terror)- NOOOOOOOOOOO!
DR. ANDERSON (in panic)- Anthony? Wake up, Anthony!
The scene fades back to the reception area. SHINNS and the receptionist are stopped from their argument by the loud cry coming from Dr. Anderson's room. They both look at each other in shock and run into the office. They burst in and find Dr. Anderson frantically trying to wake NATION up. He's shaking him and shouting at him to wake up.
They look on in horror as the doctor tries in vain to wake NATION up.
The scene shifts to darkness. NATION is aware of the vice like grip of the large hand on his leg, dragging him through the darkness. He's too terrified for any sound to leave his mouth. Suddenly a white light bursts around him. NATION is aware that the hand has let go of him. He opens his eyes. He's still the 5 year old version but now he's in a big garden. The sun is shining bright. Too bright. He recognises the place immediately. He's in the back garden of his childhood home.
VOICE FROM BEHIND HIM (unfriendly in tone) - So you've come back here, you little shit.
NATION spins around and see it's older, present self talking to him. But it's a very different version talking to him. The present version is standing, towering over NATION. His eyes are completely black. He's wearing his full wrestling gear. His face covered in blood. He seems to be getting bigger with each and every breath, completely dwarfing NATION.
NATION (weakly)- Stay away from me.
In the background, Dr Anderson's voice can just be heard but the younger version of NATION cannot hear it.
The dark, distorted version of NATION stands over NATION. He's standing over 10 feet tall with a wicked, evil grin on his face. Suddenly he reaches out and grabs the younger NATION by the throat. His huge hand almost swallowing NATION whole in it's grip. Slowly he begins to squeeze as he lifts NATION up off his feet to stare into his eyes. One of NATION's shoes falls to the ground.
The scene shifts to Dr.Anderson's room as Dr. Anderson, SHINNS and the receptionist try in vain to wake NATION up. Panic fills the room. Suddenly NATION's hand goes up to his throat and starts choking himself.
NATION (in a deep, slightly distorted voice) I'm better off without you. You're just holding me back, you sniveling little shit.
SHINNS dives onto NATION, trying to release the hand around NATION's throat, but it's too strong.
SHINNS (pleading)- C'mon Doc, do something! He's choking himself. Why won't he wake up?
DR. ANDERSON- I....I...I don't know.
The scene shifts back to the garden. The dark version of NATION has the 5 year old version up in the air by the throat. He brings his small face close to his.
NATION2- You're not going to stop me from getting what I want. I've worked too hard and too long for you to chicken out on me now. So if I take you out of the picture, it leaves only me. Sorry kid, but that's the way it's got to be.
NATION2 squeezes harder. NATION rolls his eyes into the back of his head and everything goes fuzzy.
VOICE FROM SOMEWHERE- Why don't you leave him alone?
The grip loosens and lets go. NATION falls to the floor, gasping for air. He looks up from the floor and sees another version of himself looking at him kindly.This version is big but not as big as NATION2. He looks like NATION in the real world.
NATION3 (putting a piece of chewing gum in his mouth)- Are you alright, dude?
NATION gasps for air and nods his head.
NATION3 looks up at NATION2, who returns his look with evil intent.
NATION3- Why don't you try that with me instead?
NATION2 continues to stare at NATION3, then as a slow smile creeps on his face, nods his head and walks towards NATION, who is taking off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves.
The scene cuts back to the office. NATION is lying on the couch. He's no longer choking himself but still will not wake up. He lifts his hand and starts to roll up one of his sleeves as everyone else in the room looks on in bewilderment.
NATION- Now let's see if you can pick on someone closer to your own size!
NATION's other hand balls into a fist and comes crashing down onto his own face, sending him flying off the couch. SHINNS, Dr. ANDERSON and the receptionist look on in stunned silence.
SHINNS (in shock)- What the fuck?
The scene cuts back to the garden, and NATION3 is on the floor with NATION2 standing over him. He looks up to receive another punch to the face, sending him flying across the garden.
Back in the office, NATION goes flying across the room. Everyone in the room snaps into reality and dive towards him to restrain him. But its no good. He's too strong. Still the right hands keep landing blows on his body and face. SHINNS tries to stop him but ends up getting punched for his trouble. SHINNS falls back slightly but dives back on NATION as Dr. Anderson frantically commands NATION to wake up, but to no avail.
Back in the garden, NATION3 is on the floor and now NATION2 is striding towards him. NATION3 spits out some blood and smiles.
NATION3- Not bad. Not bad at all. What other flavours have you got?
NATION3 slowly stands up and puts a boot into the fast approaching NATION2. As NATION2 doubles over, NATION3 delivers a punch of his own.
In the office, NATION starts hitting himself with his left hand, talking trash to himself as he does so. Bruises beginning to show and his nose starts to bleed.
SHINNS (frantically trying to hold NATION down)- Doc, what the fuck is going on? Can you do anything to stop it?
DR. ANDERSON (trying hard to retain some form of calmness)- He's not responding. He seems to be caught in some sort of internal conflict. All we can do is try and stop him from seriously hurting himself until he resolves whatever it is that's doing this to him.
A left hand hits NATION once more sending him flying once more across the room, knocking SHINNS to the floor once more, who dives back on top of him.
DR. ANDERSON (shouting at SHINNS over NATION's growls) - Try and keep him still! Talk to him! Try and help him sort whatever it is out. A familiar voice might help!
SHINNS tries to hold NATION's arms down while quietly whispering in his ear.
SHINNS (quietly)- C'mon dude. Whatever it is, you can beat it.
Both of NATION's arms break free and wrap themselves around his own throat.
In the garden, NATION2 and NATION3 are standing together with their hands wrapped around each others throats. NATION runs towards them, pleading with them to stop. NATION2 lets one hand go from NATION3 and gives NATION a swift, strong backhand that sends him flying. A hand reaches from behind the bushes, near to where NATION has fallen. It pulls him in leaving the other two NATIONs to continue their fight.
NATION looks up with his eyes wrapped with tears and sees a kind, old face looking down at him. NATION blinks his eyes a few times and sees that the face belongs to CLASSY FREDDIE BLASSIE.
BLASSIE- You okay, kid?
NATION shakes his head. BLASSIE gives a little laugh to that.
BLASSIE- Look, I need you to listen to me and I need you to listen good. Can you do that for me?
NATION tries to breath through the tears and nods his head.
BLASSIE (smiling)- Okay. I need to tell you this and you'll be able to sort this mess out. None of this is real. It's not even a dream. Those guys are just part of who you are and who you aren't. You're the one in control, not them. None of it is real. You're not a wrestler. There is no P2PW. You're some guy sitting at a computer. I'm not talking to you. I'm a figment of your imagination, which in all honesty is running very fucking wild right now. It's up to you where you want to go. You have no real say in the real world as to where you can go and what you can do. In this one, it's different. You can beat the biggest and strongest sonuvabitch but in the real world, you're just another average joe letting dreams get in the way of reality. Yeah, you're called NATION in this world as you are your own. That's because deep down you partly want it to be real. Everyone else doesn't go by their real names, only you. Why is that? It's because they've accepted their fate that it's not real and it's never going to happen in the real world. SHINNS, STARE, ROCKY, DA MAN, REAPER, all of them. They don't exist except in their own minds. But they know that these creations are just characters, it's not who they are. That's probably why you've been so successful in the e-fed, because you're character out of everyone's is closest to who you are. You've tried to merge the two worlds, you've brought a lot of yourself into this world. Your family, your friends, what makes you who you are. But its time to wake up, kid. You want to live a life you cannot possibly live. It's too late for you. You're 27 years old. You cannot live this life. Those two guys fighting, they're just parts of you inside. The monster and unstoppable force you wish to be and reflection of you in the real world who wants to be a part of this world. But they're not in charge, you are! You're the one with the power here. You can do whatever you want to do here within reason. You can win. You can lose. But whether you win or lose, you've got to use that (points at NATION's head) That's what has made you the RAGE champ. That's what will make you the number one contender. That's what will make you the P2PW World Heavyweight Champion. But remember, that's where it has to stay. Unfortunately being a P2PW superstar doesn't get you very far in the real world. Only with a few people but that's it. Your family won't care. You're girlfriend won't care. It's not going to make life better for your son. It's just something that takes your mind of the bigger, real life picture.
BLASSIE looks at NATION with sadness in his eyes as the 2 alternate versions of NATION continue to beat each other up. NATION looks back at BLASSIE, letting what he has said sink in.
BLASSIE- You've got a few choices. You can either carry on with the pretence. Fine. You can walk away and as soon as you press post reply, it's all over. Or you can take control of it and just enjoy it. Don't get worked up trying to think of things to keep "raising the bar". You've done all you can and it's been noted by everyone. Just enjoy it. It's only fun to distract you from the shit everyone has to put up with in their lives. You're already in shit because of this. You should be at your girlfriend's place right now, but you're here trying to rack your brains to come up with something that can beat Matt. Just go out there, put those two punks straight, listen to SHINNS and wake up. It's your choice.
In the blink of an eye, BLASSIE is gone, leaving NATION kneeling behind the bushes. He looks out beyond the bushes and sure enough the two versions of NATION are still fighting. He picks himself up and walks calmly over to them. They continue to stand toe to toe, trading blows.
NATION- C'mon guys. Let's cut the shit.
NATION2- Fuck off, you shit. After I've finished with him, you're next!
NATION3- Get out of here, dude. There's nothing you can do. Leave it to me.
NATION sighs to himself.
NATION- Don't you two get it? This isn't real. This is my mind and here it's Anthony who is the strongest.
With lightening speed, NATION delivers 2 simultaneous uppercuts to both versions of himself, sending them both flying across the garden. NATION3 is knocked out cold, NATION2 stands on one knee, looking up at the 5 year old NATION with utter fear.
NATION2 (through broken teeth)- Why?
NATION- Because I say so.
NATION2- But...how?
NATION (smiling) - Because I can.
NATION punches NATION2 square on the face, knocking him clean out.
As NATION stands over them, he hears SHINNS voice telling him to wake up.
NATION looks up at his childhood home and smiles.
NATION- Okay SHINNS, I will because I can.
Everything fades to black.
Sometime later, SHINNS is in the reception area, looking at his watch. The PPV is fast approaching. Dr. Anderson's door opens and NATION walks out and smiles at SHINNS. Dr. Anderson quickly follows NATION.
DR. ANDERSON- I do not recommend that you leave my care, Mr. NATION. You're in no fit mental state to.....
NATION (interrupting)- I'm fine and dandy, Doc.
NATION sees SHINNS eyeing him suspiciously. NATION flashes him a smile.
NATION- Hey dude.
SHINNS sees this and relaxes a bit.
NATION- C'mon dude. We've got a PPV to steal.
SHINNS- Are you sure you're okay to do this?
NATION- Yeah, definitely.
SHINNS (grabbing his coat)- Okay if you're sure.
DR. ANDERSON- Mr. Theory I must insist....
SHINNS (turning to Dr. Anderson)- If he says he's fine, then I'll take his word for it.
SHINNS turns to NATION and pats his shoulder.
SHINNS- C'mon. Let's go.
NATION and SHINNS walk to the surgery exit, as they do NATION turns to SHINNS.
NATION- Hey Matt, I just want to thank you for all the effort you do to bring some fun into my life. Not just you, but Jacob, Chris and the rest of the guys.
SHINNS looks at NATION curiously.
SHINNS- What are you talking about?
NATION (smiles)- Nothing dude. It's okay.
SHINNS shakes his head and they both leave Dr. Anderson's reception, closing the door behind them.
[glow=red,2,300]END PROMO[/glow]
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Post by "Black Label" Sean Patterson on Jun 5, 2005 20:45:17 GMT 1
Momentum is underway. On a summer’s night with such heated confrontations being settled or merely prolonged, it is somewhat fitting that the Zeroin should click on to a landscape of the desert night sky. The camera pans downwards to see around road, lit by two street lamps. The road gradually fades in to darkness as it meets with the orange horizon. As the crowd try to soak up the atmosphere of the desolate stretch of land, Addryd enters the picture from the left hand side of the screen. He is wearing a black hooded top, hood up and hands in his pockets. The crowd boo and hiss at the Zeroin. Addryd stands still in the center of the screen, looking down at the floor. After a pause that lasts a couple of seconds, he looks directly in to the camera and begins to speak.
Addryd : My being stood here at this very moment in time is in actuality a metaphor. However, its implications should be taken in the most literal of senses. All the events of the past months have led me to this spot. As I look back, I see the path I followed; the path of destruction scattered with the obstacles I have overcome. As I look ahead, I cannot see anything. The great black foreseeable doesn’t allow it. This leaves our intrepid explorer with a decision – to either halt where he stands, accept that this is the end of the road, or to venture onwards and mould the darkness in to his very own future. To stay here at the brink of uncertainty with a clear view of my past, all the triumphs and tribulations – Hellspawn, Wench, The Nephillim – will only make me realise what precious time I have wasted and feed my curiosity. To head back will undo all I have strained and sweated to build up for myself and is therefore wholly undesirable. But to go ahead … spiting all possible danger and pushing all anxiety to the back of the mind … is an opportunity too good to let pass. To seize the day, grab the moment and mould it in to the device to carry you higher than you ever thought possible - the next plateau – is now the difference between whether I take the next dozen steps or not. In that darkness ahead of me, I will find treasures, fortunes and fame far beyond my wildest nightmares. In that darkness ahead of me, I will create new light – a new wrestling Genesis – and write my legend in to the stone. Yes, the Onward Path is the one I must follow. I am brave. I have strength, I have passion – I have what it takes. So what am I waiting for ? Now is the time.
With that, Addryd turns his back and jogs further and further in to the darkness until he has completely disappeared and only his footsteps can be heard. The camera continues to look into the dark desert sky. As the camera watches nothing, Addryd walks through the entrance, hood still up with microphone in hand. He pauses momentarily to absorb the crowd’s torments and jeers and remove his hood. Smirking at the booing crowd, he begins to raise the microphone to his mouth;
Addryd : Do you see ? Can you see it now ? Tonight marks the beginning. The time for being humble and paying my dues are over. Tonight is all about promise and consequence, outcome and effect. I spoke previously of the future of this company and the essence of change in the air building up to tonight. Allow me to elaborate …
Addryd begins to walk towards the ring. He glances at a group of booing teens stood at the bottom of the ramp. He cracks a belligerent smile at them and spits at one in the middle, wearing a Shane Montez t-shirt and glasses. His belligerence changes to amusement. Addryd slides in to the ring and props himself up against the ropes and prepares to resume his speech.
Addryd : As I was saying … change. Future. These are the things a company, or individual for that matter, should look to in order to stay alive. In the wild, the predator will change and blend in to its surrounding to successfully catch its prey and ensure the future of itself and its species. Now what I’m going to do is let everyone in on a little secret. Over the past weeks and months ever since my Nephillim adventure, I’ve been fighting with myself inside my head. The dark, menacing figure I once hid behind was a farce – nothing more than an old Halloween mask, smoke and mirrors. When that no longer fitted my frame of mind, I moved to being a plain-ass freak. Get where I’m going with this ? At the end of the day, the gimmicks I’ve portrayed have held me back. Stupid little games and fancy dress costumes will never get me anywhere – I must adapt and change like the predator, and not get caught up like his prey. I must preserve the foundations of what I came here to do. No longer will I be distracted by flashy gimmicks. I will simply be the most dangerous I can be. I will get the recognition and status I have denied myself by being the clown for others. I will be – MYSELF. The Addryd you’ve all come to know is dead. Gone are the days of me acting to put myself over. Peccatus – tonight you will be the first to bare the brunt of my true self. There isn’t any side of the force that will change that fact. There’s no lightsaber that can defeat the will of man reborn. The clock is winding down, it’s nearly time. Can you feel it now ? Peccatus, Nation, P2PW - It’s time to meet the real me. Change is underway. And you’re all fucked. You’re all royally fucked …
Addryd drops the mic and exits the ring. He puts his hood back up and proceeds to walk up the ramp, accompanied by no music, just the sound off boos. He eventually wanders up the ramp and disappears from the sight of the camera and the fans at ringside, but no before staring back at them coldly and flipping them the bird.
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Post by soulreaper on Jun 5, 2005 21:03:02 GMT 1
Its a dark night. Street lamps flicker on and off.. and back on again. The buildings that surround this street seem to be either be closed for the night, or just plain abandoned. The street has cracks and potholes. There is newspapers, soda cans, water bottles and other trash thrown all about the pavement and sidewalk. The camera pans to the corner of the street where Soul Reaper stands, leaning against a sign. The sign reads....WELCOME TO THE ROCKY ROADS Soul Reaper looks toward the camera"Finally, the time has come. Finally, I get to show you exactly why you brought me here. I was brought to this company, so that I could destroy and dismember every ounce of this roster, and Up and until now, I've been rather successful. Oddly enough though, while I was tearing through the poor bastards of P2PW, you pretty much stayed in the background, playing second fiddle to Floorstare and Shinns Theory. Of course, we can't forget that you were the Rage Champion... and a tag champ, and a long time ago you were some Evilution champion for some nothing company, good for you. If you look at my career, you'll see far more success, far more accomplishments, and many times where I've been down like I am now. You proclaim that you'll end me.... Rocky, you've never once had the insides to do anything passed making somebody bleed. I dare you to bring your worst, and take me down the "Rocky Roads"... as a matter of fact, lets take a tour of it without you shall we."Reaper gets off the sign and begins to walk down the street. He kicks trash out of his way, walks by and abandoned and stripped car and continues speaking."Look at this place, just like you Rocky. Its full of garbage, dirty, unimpressive, an eye sore, and quite the annoyance. You claim to have no fear, but thats must be why all you have been doing is sneak attacks and running away.. The only time we were face to face, you were cowering away, hopelessly searching for any chance to get out. What I see in you Rocky is the same look you used to have back in the OGIF days. Scared, unsure, not quite able to makes heads or tails of any situation. The only difference now is that you can mask it with your minimal power as co-owner. The only real question I have for you, Rocky, is... Why did you wait until now to challenge me? Why did you wait until after I lost the belt and took a few losses? You must think of this as some kind of weakness.. some kind of defect that might allow you to take advantage of me. Is that it? Do you think this will be some kind of easy task? Well you can bet your bottom dollar that this will be all the things you've heard it was. Hell, deadly, and after its over, you WILL be that empty shell... not like your shell could be any emptier with the numerous times you've been knocked down...let us continue down the Rocky Roads for a bit.Reaper turns from the stripped car and walks down the road again and pushes a shopping cart out of the way. There are some bums huddled next to barrel with a fire lit inside. A brick wall that is partly broken down is near by, a few bricks lay on the ground. Reaper goes and stands near the wall where it is semi lit."These must be friends of yours eh, Rocky? They mimic you in every way. Lifeless, hopeless, out of luck, and nothing more than bottom feeders. Weak and pathetic, just like you. Again you claim that you are going to bring every ounce of strength you have and then some.. well heres a news flash. That won't be nearly enough, you won't even come close to the kind of standard thats set forth when one faces me. You say I'm coming to a dead end... a brick wall so to speak. Well all I have to say about that is...."Reaper is interrupted by one of the beggars from the barrel"Excuse me sir, do you have any spare change?""Do you know who you're talking to? Get the hell out of my face unless you want me to roast you over that fire!"The beggar backs away and begins to run, Reaper picks up a brick and hurls it and nails the beggar in the head"The only brick wall I see is this broken down piece on your street, and now part of it is in one of your friends heads. This all seems so familiar, I wonder why... anyways... Your brick walls are and forever have been nothing but a tiny obstacle that everybody has been able to break through. The only dead end will be once you step into that ring with me. There will be no more running, nowhere to hide. Just you and me until its all over and your broken down body lays of my path of destruction right next to the countless others. Its time to leave the Rocky Roads behind, time for this eye sore to be forgotten about and demolished. Rocky, I am that wrecking crew, and you will destroyed.. see you soon."Reaper turns back and walks back the way he came leaving the beggar layed out while the other beggars start to pick away at his "goods." The fire in the barrel crackles as we fade to black
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Post by soulreaper on Jun 5, 2005 21:07:38 GMT 1
Starcrunch, Shane Montez, Tyler "The Assassin" Stone, & "The Ladies Man" Chilly Willy
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH Soundscream
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE RAGE TITLE Addryd
2 out of 3 falls UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH ***INTERACTIVE POLL*** Choose the matches for the three falls from the categories provided E2
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH MVP-Don & Trent Acid
SINGLES MATCH Soul Reaper
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH Stare
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender for the World Title STEEL CAGE SINGLES MATCH Shinn's Theory
EDIT: Forgot a match
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Post by Simz on Jun 5, 2005 21:21:51 GMT 1
We go to outside the blood packs locker room.Simz comes out of the door to go train with the rest of the Pack. He suddenly stops.
Simz: What the hell do you wannabees want!
We then see that the Blood packs opponents for later on at momentum, are standing in the way. Starcrunch,Tyler Stone, Chilly Willy and Shane Montez.
Starcrunch: Who you calling wannabees? Punk!
Simz laughs to himself.
Simz: Hey! Who the hell do you think you are calling me a punk? I am the next world champ! I am a world wide movie sta...
Montez: Blah! Blah! Blah! Man do you ever shut up! Man and people called cocky.
Simz: Whooaaaa! Sorry Mr FORMER world champ. Man If you where world champ then it must be easier as than I thought. Starcrunch last time we met in the ring you had to get your buddies to interfere to help you win. Tyler I have no idea what you are doing facing us, you have great potential, not as much as me of course. Your not using it, but if you did you could be the next member of the blood pack.And Chilly Willy, I hope you enjoyed losing to me on superstar Sunday because it is going to happen tonight again! Good Luck.........misfits!
Simz walks off laughing to himself!
(sorry it is so bad and short, I have to go to bed (9.30 on a skool night, yeah but hell I'm wrecked. I was golfing all day!) I kinda left it to the last min. Stupid me. But it will get better so I'm sworry )
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Post by -JeNiFeR- on Jun 6, 2005 1:42:48 GMT 1
StarCrunch is seen walking threw the halls. She is sipping on a slurpee. She stops and enters the womens bathroom and begins to look herself in the mirror. As she dazes off for a moment she begins to remember.... "StarCrunch oh shes just a loser we can beat her" She snaps out of it and takes a sip of her slurpee. Star: I am no loser! I am StarCrunch! She walks out of the bathroom still sipping her slurpee. She runs into Shane. Star: Hey Shane! We are soooo gonna win! Want a sip of my slurpee? Shane: Sure why not. Shane sips the slurpee and then procedes to walk away. Star continues walking down the hall. She goes for another sip but checks the straw first. She looks around to see if anyone is watching her. Then she wipes the straw off and turnes is upside down. Star: Don't want to catch any cooties from Shane. She continues to walk. She notices Reaper down the hall. He can't see her watching him. He looks around and then he picks his nose, looks at his finger, then flicks it on the wall. She walks back around the corner and bursts out laughing, and mumbles to herself . Star: Now if I ever saw a loser that would be what they would do. Flick a booger on the wall. HAHAH thats classic. Star continues to laugh as she walks on. She continues walking and approaches the door to the arena. She takes a huge sludge of her slurpee. Star: WHoa.. brainfreeze. Alright StarCrunch Show these people that you are NO loser, and definatly NOT stupid! There is a right time and place to pic your nose. If I was stupid I woudl'nt know that! Now its time to get sticky! Star bursts threw the doors and proudly approaches the arena for her match.
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VOTES:
8 PERSON ELIMINATION TAG MATCH Starcrunch, Shane Montez, Tyler "The Assassin" Stone, & "The Ladies Man" Chilly Willy
INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH Cactus
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE RAGE TITLE Addryd
2 out of 3 falls UNDISPUTED INTERNET TITLE MATCH ***INTERACTIVE POLL*** Choose the matches for the three falls from the categories provided Gormy
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH The Insanity (Spaz & Red Ninja)
SINGLES MATCH Soul Reaper (At least I didnt forget yours)
P2PW WORLD TITLE MATCH Stare
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender for the World Title STEEL CAGE SINGLES MATCH Shinn's Theory
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Post by shinnstheory on Jun 6, 2005 1:56:02 GMT 1
Lockin' this bitch.
EDIT: Actually locked this thread at 9:01pm EST. My time is a few minutes off.
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