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Post by shinnstheory on Oct 14, 2005 1:29:29 GMT 1
Have at it.
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Post by ChadClassic on Oct 14, 2005 2:15:46 GMT 1
Now here's where I want some feedback. Should I continue the Hollywood gimmick, or just drop it and go from the new character I had planned?
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Post by Spackle on Oct 14, 2005 2:19:51 GMT 1
New character. Arrrrr.
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Post by Stare on Oct 14, 2005 2:35:53 GMT 1
New Character, I vote that too
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Post by shinnstheory on Oct 14, 2005 3:48:58 GMT 1
The again, you're in charge of your own character gimmick. It's your call.
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Post by The Great JT on Oct 14, 2005 3:50:52 GMT 1
Do what you want. It's your call, PhoneClassic.
BTW, my promo is up.
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Oct 14, 2005 5:17:51 GMT 1
Chad, you should do a Ghetto Fabulous gimmick. Gangsta.
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Post by lockjaw on Oct 14, 2005 10:28:02 GMT 1
John Mckay is seen standing backstage.
John Mckay:Ladies and gentlemen on this historic night where anything can happen. I have the privilage to interview one of P2PW's most promising superstars.
The Executioner walks on camera wearing a tuxedo.
Executioner:How you doing tonight John? Wait a minate do you feel it John? Do you feel the intensity? You do know i'm the most wanted superstar in this company right?
The crowd boos loudly as a we want Nation chant starts.
Executioner:Nation is a waste of space and I hope Stare takes him in the draft so I can watch him suffer.
Crwd boos loudly as the Executioner laughs.
Executioner:In honor of this historic evening i'm no longer going to use this mask.
Executioner removes his mask. He reveals a nasty scar on his face.
Executioner:Do you see this Cole Slocum. I was once a handsome man. I could of had any woman I wanted but you destroyed my face. I hate you cole and it's going to be my goal to be drafted to the same show so I can personally return the favor. You ruined my life Cole and now i'm going to ruin your career ...no i'm going to ruin your life!!!
Executioner trembles with rage.
Executioner:Cole...I will...Destroy you if it takes my whole career to do it. You will suffer beyond description. I will see to it you will never...ever...be happy again.
The executioner looks into the camera with a sadistic grin.
Exectioner:Cole...Prepare to be Executed!!!
Executioner walks away grinning as the zeroin fades to black.
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Post by LK on Oct 15, 2005 20:06:42 GMT 1
Wolverine Promo
James Macintyre: Well, would you looky here, Wolve.
James hands a letter to Wolverine. Wolverine takes it quickly and violently, without saying a single word.
Wolverine: Yeah, what? What the hell is this?
James: It's a letter from P2PW.
Wolverine sits up on his bed
Wolverine: What!?
James: Y-Yes, Wolve, it's from P2PW, they want us to know why... Um, let me see here.
James opens the letter and puts it close to his face.
James: It reads....
Dear Wolverine and James Macintyre.
What in the HELL do you guys think you're f... freaking doing. We've had tons and tons of matches for you to be in, yet, you decide not to return. In that case, if you don't want to be in P2PW anymore, that's fine with us, but if you decide to return, there's a P2PW Supershow coming up soon, and you can return there. But, if you decide NOT to show up, then we'll just have to fire you freak ass, got it? Good, see you there.
Wolverine starts to breath heavily.
Wolverine: They want me to return!? THEY WANT ME TO RETURN!? Oh, I WILL RETURN! AND I WILL MAKE AN IMPACT THAT THEY HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!
James: Wolve, please, calm do....
Wolverine: NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I WILL RETURN! AND I WILL CAUSE HELL FOR EVERYONE THERE! HELL, I'M WOLVERINE, I'M ALREADY IN HELL, AND I WILL CAUSE IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE! P2PW! HERE I COME!
Woverine gets up off his bed, rips down the door and starts walking quickly and violently through the halls.
James: No, Wolve! Stop!
Wolverine tosses a security guard onto 3 others. He grabs a cart full of medicines and throws it at a doctor. James come running up from behind.
James: Wolve! Stop! Just freaking stop!
But he doesn't stop. Wolverine grabs another doctor and throws him through the front door and walks out with glass shattered everywhere.
Wolverine: Ha ha ha! Yes! I'm free from this hell of a place! I can now return to P2PW once again! Ha ha ha!
James: Wolve! Stop! Come with me!
Wolverine turns around and follows James to a Hummer.
James: Get in, get in, quickly. Come on now.
Wolverine jumps in, and James turns toward the camera.
James: HE'S BACK!!
END PROMO
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Oct 16, 2005 1:57:15 GMT 1
Keep the Hollywood thing going a bit...but be flossy-t-ghetto fab about it.
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 17, 2005 18:24:04 GMT 1
Excellent promos from Cactus and Funamie, collectively known as Deathrow. Good luck and go win one for the man who's down and out at the moment.
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Post by Spackle on Oct 18, 2005 3:48:39 GMT 1
(The scene opens on a white hallway. P2PW interviewer Brittany Keller walks on screen with a microphone in her hand. She’s accompanied by a tall Hispanic man. He’s dressed in a blue collar shirt and jeans, and is large enough to be a wrestler. He has a large moustache that goes into his sideburns, similar to Triple H’s. The man looks at his watch.)
Man: He should be here any minute now. He’s got to check in for his piss test.
Brittany: Thanks. I’ve been looking around for an hour. That dick NIN said he was wandering around the arena with the fans.
Man: Yeah, Spack’s not one to douche around with the fans.
Brittany: I can see why. A bunch of horny virgins out there. Wrestling fans are quite possibly the most deprived, fat, greasy, ugly people on this earth. You’d think none of them had ever seen a woman the way they were looking at me. So, who is this Spackle guy?
Man: You don’t know? Damn, you really suck at your job.
Brittany: Hey, it’s not my fault. I’ve never met the guy.
Man: Yeah, Spack’s not one to douche around with the… people who work at the company he works for.
(Brittany gives him a confused look.)
Brittany: Do you know him or something?
Man: Uh, kinda. I’m his… parole officer.
(The man looks at his watch again.)
-and he has 45 seconds to get here before he’s-
(A pink blur runs by the duo and hit’s a wall off camera. The camera adjusts to see Spackle leaning up against a wall. He’s wearing black dress pants, a t-shirt with the Campbell’s soup logo, his fake Oakleys and a baseball cap with the Chicago Cubs logo on it. His dreads are tied back in a ponytail. He’s breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He motions for Brittany and the man to come over to him. They do, and Spackle nods at the man. The man nods back and reaches into his pocket, takes out a flask and gives it to Spackle. Spackle takes it, and puts it into his right pocket. He nods again, looks around, and takes out another flask from his left pocket. He gives it to the man, who looks at it, confused. He opens and sniffs it. He closes it back up, and looks at Spackle with complete disgust.)
Man: What the hell is this?
Spackle: I thought we were trading.
(The man throws the flask down the hallway. It hits a wall, and whatever the liquid was, it’s now all over the floor, as the flask bursts open.)
Man: $100.
Spackle: Goddamn! You fucker.
(Spackle reaches in his pocket again and pulls out crumpled up $100 bill. He hands it to the man, who takes it and walks off. Brittany has remained speechless this entire time, just watching the two’s shenanigans. Once the man leaves, she moves closer to Spackle and puts the mic up to her face. She begins to talk.)
Brittany: This is Brittany Keller, and I’m hear to interview one of the newest wrestlers in P2PW, Spackle. Spackle-
(Spackle walks off without paying any attention to Brittany. The camera follows him as he goes, and he walks into men’s bathroom. Brittany walks up and knocks on the door.)
Brittany: Hey you faggot, get out here! I need to be paid!
(Brittany bangs on the door for a minute or so longer, until a short, nerdy looking black man with a gray three-piece suit, bow-tie, thick Buddy Holly, and a briefcase glasses walks up. Think, if you will, if Carlton from The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air and Urkel from that show that Urkel was on had a hideous hell-spawn, age it forty years and that would describe what this man looks and sounds like.)
Guy: Hello miss, I’m Mr. Stanteford. I’m looking for a Mr. Shakelford.
(Brittany turns on him, and looks like she’s about to tell him off, when the Men’s room door opens and knocks her out of the camera’s view. Spackle emerges from the bathroom, sweaty as before, breathing just as hard, and holding a little plastic cup full of what we assume is urine. Stanteford looks at Spackle, then at the cup. He then smiles.)
Stanteford: Ah, is that what I think it is?
(Spackle takes a big gulp.)
Spackle: Yep.
(Stanteford looks at Spackle suspiciously.)
Stanteford: Son, I know what you were doing in there, and I’m all for it. But if you pull to hard, you might yank it right off.
(Spackle looks at him confused, and hands him the cup of urine. The man takes it, opens his briefcase, and puts it in with several other cups. He closes his case, and nods at Spackle.)
Stanteford: Thank you son.
(Stanteford walks off down the hallway, oblivious to the puddle of fluid just feet in front of him. The camera pans over to Spackle, so that he is the only person in the shot. He’s looking in the direction of Stanteford, and in a few seconds we hear a loud yelp. Spackle giggles a bit, and then looks down off camera at something.)
Spackle: Did you want to talk to me?
(Brittany Keller walks on camera, looking very pissed off. She has her mic already up to her face, and starts to interview Spackle.)
Brittany: Spackle, what are your thoughts on the draft?
(Spackle scratches himself in inappropriate places.)
Spackle: I think it’s gay. Really gay.
(Brittany holds the mic up to Spackle’s face, waiting for him to emphasize. She eventually realizes that that’s not going to happen, and withdrawals.)
Brittany: Okay, what are your thoughts on the P2PW’s “Supershow”?
Spackle: I think it’s gay. Like, super gay.
(Brittany once again holds the mic to Spackle’s face. She leaves it there for a while, and Spackle decides to keep talking after she gives him a dirty look.)
Spackle: Neither me, nor Ninny are on the card, so ultimately this show will mean nothing. To anyone. What are the matches? Rocky vs. Soul Reaper? Who cares? Honestly, some fag who’s watched one too many Lord of the Ring movies, and some Undertaker rip-off? This is the fucking main-event? I’ve left better wrestlers- or should I say potential wrestlers- squirming around in some girl’s eye. And do you know that girl’s name, Miss…
Brittany: Keller.
Spackle: I’m sorry, did you say whore? Cause I heard whore. Anyways, that woman is Cactus, which brings us to the next match. Deathrow vs. Trent & something-or-other. The guys that lost their match at Wrestlerave. And the kicker? That talking monkey E2 won’t even be there, because he hurt his shoulder. What a buster. Nope, no E2, we get his little doggy Cactus, and Funamie. Funamie, the wacky bitch I’ve already laid out. So far, this match is full of nothing but losers, and It doesn’t look like it’s getting any better. Trent and whats his face. Former champions, and a couple more losers. No one cares about “former” champions. Hell, no one cared about you twits when you were champions, if you can honestly say those glittery, macaroni art belts can even qualify anyone as champions. Now, Chad and TJ. The jobber match thrown in because these two know how to bitch. I can understand wanting to showcase Chad. He is a champion after all. But to be honest Chad, you’re a silly, silly man. You take token to a new level, levels of the unexplored and retarded. The fact that you’re a champion speaks volumes about this company. And TJ, well, you just suck. Really bad. I have no idea why you’re still employed. I guess affirmative action stepped in, but that makes no sense, seeing as we have plenty of retards here; I don’t see why they’d make such an effort for one more. All in all, this place his rock bottom slightly before Ninny got here, and with the addition of me, it finally started crawling it’s way out of it’s own grave. Now, we have a “Supershow” full of god damned losers, and I’d say this place hit rock bottom and then fell in a hole.
(Brittany pulls the mic away before Spackle can talk some more.)
Brittany: Okay. Now, Spackle, why did you and NIN Horror fix the battle royal at WrestleRav- I mean Fever?
(She puts the mic back to Spackle’s face.)
Spackle: Because when me and NIN fight, it’s like pure ecstasy. We don’t even have to try, and we could up show any match that came before us, or after us. Honestly, these fans don’t deserve it, and this company doesn’t deserve the revenue a match like that would generate. Also, it was no secret that either me or him were going to win the match, and I thought I’d give him the win. He is my bestest bud, and he’s long overdue. I’ll take my time, making myself into a star, showing that I’m better than anything this shitty house of shit can throw at me. Much like Ninny.
Brittany: Speaking of NIN, can you offer any insight on what title NIN will choose to challenge for?
Spackle: Well, lets just say a NATION of the WORLD couldn’t stop him on his way to the top. You could also say that he will REAP the SOUL of a certain INTERNATIONAL COCK-SUCKER. You could also say that he’s going to challenge GORMY for the RAGE title. No, wait, forget I said that. You could also say that he’s going to RAGE on… a WOMAN, and take her RAGE title. Yes, that’ll do. Anyway, I’m talking out of my ass.
Brittany: No, really?
Spackle: Yeah, really. I know what title he’s going for, but I’ll let Ninny tell you himself. He did win the “match” after all.
Brittany: Well, Spackle, you offered no insight on anything useful, and wasted ten million viewers time. What are you going to do now?
Spackle: I’m gonna go kick a homeless guy I saw behind the arena. Wanna come watch?
Brittany: *sigh* Yeah.
(Brittany looks into the camera, as Spackle walks off screen.)
Brittany: I’m Brittany Keller, saying I’ve sunk to a new low. Good night.
(Brittany drops the microphone, and follows Spackle off screen. The camera pans over to see Mr. Stanteford lying unconscious in the fluid on the ground. The camera zooms in on his face, and fades to black.)
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Post by shinnstheory on Oct 18, 2005 17:01:33 GMT 1
Wow Chad. I thought, for sure, you'd want to slap J.T. Blade around.
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Post by stocko on Oct 18, 2005 17:15:01 GMT 1
did chad not promo? bogus
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Oct 18, 2005 17:21:05 GMT 1
Chad your letting JT win?
I honestly thought you were gonna stomp him.
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Post by The Great JT on Oct 18, 2005 19:27:52 GMT 1
Hey, if Chad didn't promo, there must've been a good reason.
Anyway, THANKS FOR BEING A GOOD JOBBER, CHAD-O!
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Post by shinnstheory on Oct 18, 2005 19:44:31 GMT 1
Stare told me he didn't have the net for a few days.
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 18, 2005 20:04:10 GMT 1
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Post by ChadClassic on Oct 18, 2005 23:51:52 GMT 1
Hey, if Chad didn't promo, there must've been a good reason. Anyway, THANKS FOR BEING A GOOD JOBBER, CHAD-O! I have 7 wins and I'm one half of the Tag Champs. I've faced some of P2PW's best in E2, Cactus, SoL, Addryd, Trent, Micko. you haven't been here three months, and your only "big" win was against me, and your only high point match was against Simz, so technically I should be calling you the jobber. And yes, it sucks that I didn't RP, but as Shinns said, I was out of net for the weekend due to non stop rain and a no electricity in New York [Anyone who lives in the PA/NY/NJ area knows what I'm talking about], which explains no one saw a "ChadClasssic" post insulting JT/Aladdin/Simz/Shinns' Balls. Altho they are pretty tastey if I must say.
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 19, 2005 16:34:36 GMT 1
.........Kennedy!!!
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Post by The Great JT on Oct 19, 2005 16:51:13 GMT 1
Oh well. Too bad, Chad-O. It's unfortunate you couldn't promo.
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Post by stocko on Oct 19, 2005 17:00:31 GMT 1
your post seemed so sincere
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Post by The Great JT on Oct 19, 2005 17:26:52 GMT 1
It should. I was being sincere.
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Oct 19, 2005 17:34:03 GMT 1
*couh*bullshit*cough*
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Post by The Great JT on Oct 19, 2005 17:44:47 GMT 1
coughfuckyoutrentcough
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