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Post by Darth Peccatus on Mar 3, 2005 0:10:14 GMT 1
>We open to a wonderful panoramic shot of the planet Earth, its spherical form shifting lazily between blue tides and white clouds, with none of mankind's technological terrors visible from so far a distance. Our attention is drawn to the top of the screen, as several of the distant stars wink out...obscured by a grey arrowhead of awe-inspiring bulk that steadily grows in size, threatening to consume the screen, until it safely passes. The blue, nova-like main drives of the Imperial Star Destroyer Dominating Destiny float by, their regal bearing hampered slightly by the strings holding the model craft in place, and the large bumper sticker reading, 'My Other Ship Is A Pontiac'.<
>We switch to an interior view of the bridge, that hive of activity in which all operations of the grand ship's crew are monitored. The 'pit', where navigational and defensive adjustments are made by a crew of thirty or so highly-trained junior officers, resonates with a cacophony of electric beeps and blorks; a closer inspection reveals this to be caused by the several crew members who are playing old Atari games at their workstations. After passing a couple of silent, imposing stormtroopers - one appears to be struggling to scratch his groin - we reach the forward viewports, rounded triangles that offer a restricted, yet nonetheless breathtaking, view of the galaxy outside. And standing there is a man, one who could be De'Si Nidea, but at the same time...couldn't. His thin form is wrapped in a luxurious black velvet cloak; black leather jackboots and matching, slightly loose pants cover his lower body; a single-piece black jersey is worn beneath the cloak, detailed with a pattern of red stripes spreading outward from the centre; his skin is a ghostly white, except where crimson tattoos are etched into the flesh, arcane patterns with meanings that humanity should not know the meanings of. Tellingly, however, there is still a pair of plastic spectacles fastened to the bridge of his hooked nose, through which the man focuses his yellow, hideous gaze into the void. Moving smoothly, like a well-oiled machine, he reaches one gloved hand up to cover his mouth, and makes strange noises. Out of the corner of the screen, we notice a grey-attired officer approaching with a datapad.<
"Hurrrr, haaaa... Hurrrr, haaaaaa..."
>The officer appears confused, unsure as to whether he should be unnerved or amused by his commander's eccentricity. He clears his throat.<
Officer: "Care for some Lemsip, sir?"
>The cloaked figure turns toward him, disdain and puzzlement etched in his twisted features.<
???: "Pardon?"
Officer: "Lemsip, sir. You sound as if you have caught a temperature-related medical ailment, and I assumed you may require something to aid this..."
???: "Never make assumptions about me, Duthie. And I'm fine; the breathing is just for effect. All Sith do it."
Duthie: "I...don't think the Emperor ever did, sir. Or Lord Maul, or Tyranus."
???: "...I knew that. I was, uh, testing you. And now, I shall cease such nonsense. What news do you bring me?"
Duthie: "Communication, sir, from planetside. Sent via one of the private lines reserved for your use."
>The still-unknown man snatches the datapad from the officer's grasp with oft-practiced fluidity, giving it nothing more than a cursory glance before marching off down one of the bridge's side corridors, ignoring the stormtrooper who's still having difficulty with his plastic codpiece.<
>Again we switch perspectives, though for a moment we think that the service has been somehow disconnected; all that can be seen is black. Then the picture becomes adjusted to the darkness, and we can make out certain details; the room we're now in is cylindrical, with a large glass dome in the centre of the floor and bare grey panels coating the walls. A set of double-doors, indistinguishable from the rest of the room's lining, slide open with a pneumatic hiss, and in steps the anonymous Sith. He treads gently down a small flight of steps, before coming to a stop on a polished black podium of sorts, on which he kneels down. The circumference of the podium lights up, casting an eery white luminescence over the man as the glass dome opens...and ejects a mobile phone. A rather old Nokia 3310 model, which the man scoops up and presses to his right ear.<
???: "Hullo?"
>We hear the voice of Shinn's Theory.<
Shinn's: "Is that you, De'Si?"
???: "No. He is dead."
Shinn's: "...It sure sounds like him."
???: "Well, it isn't."
Shinn's: "You sure? This is his number..."
???: "Not anymore. He has been...replaced."
Shinn's: "Come again?"
???: "Check your roster. Whatever you wished to say to him, can be said to me. Speak now, before I initiate an orbital bombardment on your hometown in retaliation for wasting my time."
>A pause.<
Shinn's: "...Oh, I see. Gimmick change. Right, I'll play along, mister...Peccatus?"
Peccatus: "Correct."
Shinn's: "Okay...I sent you an email with the pay-per-view card enclosed. You're in one of two chamber matches."
Peccatus: "Excellent."
Shinn's: "I fail to see how, but whatever, man. See you around."
>The call ends, and Darth Peccatus places the phone back on its pedestal; it slides smoothly back into the glass dome, which the Sith Lord then touches with a single gloved hand. A group of lenses beneath the glass illuminate in unison, and beam an image onto the underside of the dome; a portrait of Shinn's Theory. Peccatus speaks in hushed undertones.<
Peccatus: "Oh yes, Theory, it is excellent indeed. A golden opportunity to make a great leap forward in the Empire's second rise. You may be confident as you like, but you honestly thought you would be facing one of those sickening happy-go-lucky Jedi fools. Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. De'Si Nidea was strong, but he was a moron; he viewed the Force as a mere first-aid kit, a shield to defend the weak and useless dredges of the galaxy. I know differently; that the Force is a weapon to be harnessed by those who are truly worthy, and then used to strike down all who would think to oppose the furthering of personal glory. You may not have presented yourself as a direct opponent of the Imperial armada, but you are in my way. For that reason alone, you will be destroyed with extreme prejudice."
>The image of Shinn's flcikers then fades, to be replaced by another portrait, this one of Addryd. Darth Peccatus' brow knots slightly at this sight, and he speaks at a slower pace, as if choosing his words carefully.<
Peccatus: "Addryd, I am going to be quite frank with you...I do not view you as an obstacle or enemy. It is quite clear that you have seen the truth like I have; granted, you do not believe in the Force's existence, as is the case with many of the information-age people in your system, but believe me when I say that you are using its power in the proper way. Of course, should it come down to myself and you in this chamber...well, may the worst carbon-based lifeform win."
>Peccatus chuckles slightly as the image fades slightly, before coalescing into the form of 'The Ladies Man' Chilly Willy. The Sith Lord's expression turns to one of distaste.<
Peccatus: "You, my embarassingly-named friend, are another one that I can barely stand to look upon. Whilst it can be said that you hold no ridiculous ideals of peace and harmony throughout the universe, your ceaseless pandering to the lesser creatures that enjoy watching the antics of this organisation's employees is more than irritating enough for me to seriously consider a walker assault against your homestead. Don't tempt me further."
>The next image to appear is that of Mastadon. Peccatus seems to ponder this, before a small glint of realisation flickers in his eyes.<
Peccatus: "Ah, yes...the one who believes me to be both deluded and threatening. Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Mastadon; and maybe I'm just overly cynical, but I think you were lying anyway. Not that this is a problem - I can appreciate someone who does not hesitate to deal in falsehood. My sense of humour cna only stretch so far, however, and it is almost at breaking point...I kindly suggest that you do not attempt to aggravate me further."
~TBC~
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Post by Darth Peccatus on Mar 3, 2005 0:10:58 GMT 1
~C'd~
>The next image to appear is that of Shane Montez. Peccatus seems to be slightly indecisive.<
Peccatus: "You are a tricky one, Montez. On the one hand, you also faff around with weaklings on a regular basis; however, you have gaine sufficient insight to know how to treat them as they should be treated - like the wastes of flesh they are. Either they provide a useful service to you, or they are irrelevant - such a manner is comparable to the modus operandi of the Empire's forces. Your arrogance, though...I could appreciate this as a quality, but I simply can't do so when I think of myself in the same light. And believe me when I say that I am unquestionably superior to you."
>Next comes SoundScream. Peccatus frowns.<
Peccatus: "A lackey of Megatron this far from Cybertron? And decidedly odd that he would employ anyone not of mechanical origin...your attitude fits, however. Many Imperial lives were lost to those troublesome machines, but they were subdued as per usual in the end. Against you, I'd have to say that I'm not anticipating quite the same challenge; partly because you're not the size of a building, and partly because you are distracted by issues from the grand hub of depravity that is Los Angeles. The Dark Side, it seems, has clouded your judgement; all the better for me, then..."
>Next up is Wolverine. Peccatus doesn't even try to disguise his sneer.<
Peccatus: "Oh, I remember this frothing lunatic all too well...one who was defeated by Nidea. To be beaten by such a spineless syncophant? Pathetic! Anything which is within Nidea's power is easily within mine; this one will pose no problem."
>Followed by Red Ninja. Peccatus loses some of his sneer, but still doesn't seem to be taking a very serious view towards this threat.<
Peccatus: "Ah, my favourite little paradox; the sane member of the Insanity. How one as sensible as yourself can possibly be considered to be on the same page as the Squat and Spaz morons is beyond me. But since they're not involved here, this matters little. Maybe some of your previous opponents have been somewhat intimidated by your 'ninjitsu' abilities...but do you really, honestly think they can compete with the full majesty of the Force? If you do, I'm going to love proving you wrong."
>And finally, the face of SIMZ appears. Peccatus' head lowers slightly, and his voice becomes much more gravelly.<
Peccatus: "There just had to be one of you in there, didn't there? Well, that's just dandy. Irrelevant of any future prospects this match may gain me, I will enjoy every second of dismembering you as slowly as I can, savouring each of your agonised shrieks...for the pain I inflict upon you, will be felt by another..."
>SIMZ' image reforms into that of Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. Peccatus nods.<
Peccatus: "...I will confront him properly in due time. But for now, this will suffice."
>Its function performed, the dome's projectors switch off, and the lighted rim of the podium fades. Darth Peccatus rises from his crouch, and leaves the room, his cloak sweeping the ground behind him.<
>We switch back to the bridge as Officer Duthie snaps to attention and Peccatus strides up to the viewport, staring out at the nearby planet. After a few moments, he speaks out to the officer, though his gaze remains fixed on Earth.<
Peccatus: "Duthie, recalibrate our course."
Duthie: "New heading, sir?"
Peccatus: "P2PW Arena. At something less than Ludicrous Speed, please; I don't especially want to lose my lunch."
Duthie: "Yes, sir."
>Duthie bows quickly and marches off. Darht Peccatus continues to stare at the planet as he reaches out to the viewport with one gloved fist, as if trying to pluck the greenish-blue orb from its orbit...<
~End~
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Post by Red Ninja on Mar 3, 2005 2:08:43 GMT 1
Red Ninja(I admit I have 0 chance of winning jk) DK Insanity Gormy Cactus Reaper Nation
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Post by spaz on Mar 3, 2005 2:54:56 GMT 1
Red Ninja
Darkness King
The Insanity
E2
SoL
Soul Reaper
Diddly Squat
ay ninj, what ever happened to the stable vote for diddly in the final match eh?
also, diddly and ninj, i want the PM i sent both of you returned asap.
promo later.
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Post by Stare on Mar 3, 2005 5:30:06 GMT 1
There is a slow motion, blurry shot of the controversial ending to the World Championship Match at Winter Frenzy on Zeroin, as we see the ref count the three, followed by the sound of Stare's music. The fans are cheering as an unconscious Stare is revived as Soul Reaper and the ref argue. The shot is ended with Shinn's Theory helping Stare to the back as he has the draped belt over his shoulder. There is a fade out sound as the screen blurs to a bright white. It fades in to a shot of the World Title laying across a tombstone that reads "R.I.P. Stare". We hear Stare's voice begin to speak with a soft echo as the camera stays focused on the tombstone
Stare: Tainted . . . Hoax . . . Undeserving . . . these are words I've heard prior to my win over Soul Reaper. Words that I can't get out of my head. Perhaps you can look at it that way, or perhaps you can look at it as the champion became careless, and cost himself the match. A mistake? Of course. Tainted? Far from it! Who would've won had the match continued? Who are we to say yes or no? We can only assume. Instead of assumptions, we have assurities, the assurity that I am the World Champion, the assurity that I am the man in the P2PW now, the assurity that we will find out who is the better man!
lightning flashes on the tombstone as rain starts to pour. The light flickers off the belt draped over the tombstone as the voice continues
Stare: It's a shame . . . a real shame. Life-threatening pain is something I take, not dish out. I've never been one to do whatever it takes, and show no remorse for the pain I will put another human being through, but that side of me is gone come Sole Survivor. The general consensus is that I will lose this match, cause people find it hard to believe that I can hospitalize Death Incarnate before he can me. Flesh is flesh, and bone is bone, it's all the same. The only difference there was between me and Soul Reaper was his sadistic nature, and thanks to that very nature, it is no longer a difference.
Another clasp of thunder is heard as the camera zooms in on a quote at the bottom of the tombstone that reads "Ashes to Ashes, Your Soul is mine!"
Stare: People tell me I'm walking into Hell! They say I'm walking into a fire that will consume me! A Fire that will scorch me and leave me lying in the ring, changed forever! They say my soul will be burning! They say everything I am will be burning!
A figure slowly walks up to the tombstone and picks the belt up slowly. He drapes it over his shoulder and he breathes in. He turns around as Stare looks into the camera with the belt draped over his shoulder and rain flowing down his face
Stare: When it's all burning . . . I will still be champion!
Stare glares into the camera as it zooms out. He stares down at the tombstone and crouches down beside it and runs his finger in the letters
Stare: I will go through Hell and back, without thinking twice about my own well-being, and more importantly, Reaper's well being. I might regret the aftermath, because I may regret ending someone's career. But, Until the night is over, I have no idea about if I will regret it, or if I will enjoy it! Maybe that's what scares me the most, maybe I'm forever changed? Maybe I will continue this lack of remorse post-Sole Survivor . . .
Stare's eyes stay fixed at the ground as he wipes the rain from his face. He sniffs in as he places one hand on the ground in front of the grave. He slowly breathes in and stands back up
Stare: Death is coming for me? I already have my gravesite chosen, because I'm going into this planning on not making it out alive, because only then will I truly know how to survive. Tonight will not be about the title, it will not be about the history, it is about two men who have nothing but hatred for each other trying to end the other's career. The hatred runs that deep! The title is just a visual indicator. It will tell the fans who won the match. They will determine the winner by who is holding the belt high when the red lights begin to flash. But, I know the winner will be determined by who shows the least remorse. Soul Reaper will do anything to keep the title . . .
Stare drapes the title off his shoulder and puts it back on the tombstone
Stare: . . . he's going to have to kill me if he wants it!
Stare gazes down at the tombstone and looks at the belt as the camera zooms in on his reflection in the gold
Stare: I can see it in my own eyes . . . that cold look of someone who is at the breaking point . . . it's scary, yet it calms me, it's a paradox in me. I can see it . . . and I like it!
The shot show's Stare crack a smile in the belt's reflection as the camera slowly fades out
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Post by spaz on Mar 3, 2005 12:16:59 GMT 1
Promo Stylin' - Power, Rage, Revenge...
[seen cuts from black to ring side]
[Spaz is standing in the ring with mic in hand]
"It's not like I have become a bad person over the last few months. Infact, I've transformed into someone I can be proud of. Someone I can look back on and say, I did everything I wanted to do in my life. I achieved the highs of this place and right now is one of the lowest points I will ever feel...
The Blood Pack... You little faggots have started something you wish you hadn't. For the first time I'm the guy getting revenge... You cunts have NO name around here... nothing! Now you think you're known as the new Tag Team Champions of the World? Fuck No. Your names still hold no meaning. Your faces still are not recognised in the public eye. You are only seen as the scum of this federation.
'The Blood Tigers' [/sarcasticly said] won the Tag Titles beating ONE MAN! Red Ninja couldn't take both of you... but he came damn close trying. Which takes my mind back to the good ol' days when I would kick every cunts arse back stage just to get what I wanted...
I was the First Ever International Championship holder here! The First! No one will ever take that away from me... But I didn't earn the belt. Tonight Aladdin & Vegeta will have the chance I never got to earn their belt. I think back every day what it would've been like to have that match against Da Man... Every day!
I feel responsible for losing the Tag Strips, and tonight 'The Blood Tigers' will feel the force of every hit as if it were a part of me trying to escape... You're just another team, a team of losers. You have no fan base in the crowd, no one likes you back stage, and now you have made enemies with the biggest stable today...
After tonight, no one will even remember you ever had the Tag Titles. If by some chance you hold those Tag Titles above your heads tonight, you are only taking away the credibility THE INSANITY GAVE THEM!"
[Spaz throws the mic to ground and makes his way backstage]
End Promotion
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Post by Reaper on Mar 3, 2005 15:29:55 GMT 1
The shot switches to a dark room. In the distance, faint footsteps are heard, until they gradually become louder and louder. For a split second, they stop. The sound of a key in a lock seems to echo through the pitch black room. When the sound of the door unlocking stops, a burst of light appears to the right of the screen as a creaking door is heard. As the camera pans around, the light becomes dimmer, until all we see is a silhouette of a man as the door closes fully. Again, we hear the footsteps, as they go from one side of the room, to the other. For a split second, they stop. Suddenly, a small amount of light comes from the left of the screen as a lamp is turned on. The camera pans over to the source of the light. It is there we see Rocky, now seated behind a desk. He looks straight ahead of himself, apparently lost in a daze, barely illuminated by the faint light. Without moving a muscle, Rocky continues to stare blankly for a further few moments, before sighing and speaking, gently and quietly.
"For over a year now, there has been one common denominator, contributing hugely to the success of this company. In an industry where ruthless and savage assassins disguise themselves as allies, only to strike out against you for their own selfish, personal gain, one thing has allowed this company to flourish, grow and adapt to such potentially hazardous conditions. One thing has been an ever present rock in the frontline of this company, as we prepared ourselves to battle the enemy; a battle where we are still fighting, but fighting well. I am refering to someome, as opposed to something. I am refering to someone that I know you will not easily agree with, but deep in your heart, you can't argue with. I am of course talking about the man sitting here, right now. Me, Rocky. It is I who have kept the P2PW floating on air, up in cloud number 9. It is I who has given the P2PW the chance of survival. Granted, I haven't been alone throughout the entire roller-coaster ride. No, before we had even began our journey into what would become a globally renowned business organisation, there was another person by my side, fighting the good fight with me. Stare. But what happened to him? He crumbled. Under the intense pressure that I thrive upon, he cracked, leaving something behind that he claimed to have an eternal love for. He deserted each and every one of you on the largest night of our short to date histroy. At WrestleFever, Stare left us all high and dry. But fear not, for our saviour swept quickly into the picture to pick up where Stare left off. Yes, Shinns, you're the hero of the P2PW. You rescued us from a deep, dark despair. You along with your money. When you bought Stare out of his half of the company, you bought your way into one of the worlds biggest, rapidly growing wrestling companies. You bought your way into something that I shed blood, sweat and tears into making. You bought your way into something that I built the foundations for. Simply put, Shinn's. You bought your way in."
Rocky now turns his gaze straight into the camera. He is now switched on, with a look of intense fury burning in his eyes as he speaks
"And yet, even though you made it big off of something that I made, you had the audacity to publically condone my behaviour when I was ill? You had the audacity to say that you carried the company for a little over two months, when I was unable to resume an active part in my company, even though I had been carrying it for the full ten months before! I've been an owner since day one Shinn's, and you moan and you whine about how you had to do some extra, individual work for two months? And even now, you insist on taking the spotlight?That's all about to change. I will be taking the spotlight from here on in, Shinn's."
Rocky shakes his head, before sighing once more. A faint smile comes across his face as he begins to speak again.
"The P2PW has had four different World Champions in it's short history. I have faced and defeated two of those individuals in one on one competition. One of them has since regained the World Title and is sitting proudly at the top of the food chain. I defeated him in his and my first ever match in the P2PW, way back in day one. I've progressed so much since then. Imagine what I could do to him now. As for the other former champion, Shane Montez, he still hasn't recovered from the brutal beating he received at the hands of yours truly. And, he probably never will recover."
Again, Rocky pauses, as if to think of what to say next. He quickly finds the words.
"For me to say that I will definitely win the World Title at WrestleFever after progressing beyond tonight and Momentum, is purely circumstancial, you may say. I know it will happen. But let's base it on the facts we have. I am the single greatest Rage champion of all time. There is absolutely no disputing this. That title symbolised everything that I am. I defeated the likes of Stare, BJ and Da Man to name a few, to continue my regin of destruction. As I said, I have defeated two World champions. But those days have passed now. I have now set my sights on something else. Something has been bothering me for a while now. You see, for too long, I have allowed the egos of such people like Stare, Shinn's, Reaper and Shane to dominate this company at the highest level. For too long I have taken a backseat and allowed them to establish themselves. For too long, I have sat back and allowed myself to be made a fool of by certain people. Well, no more. Now I will rise, upto another level. A level everyone knows I am capable of reaching. Now, with everything you've thrown at me, it's given me the ammunition, the anger and the incentive to destroy anything that's in my path to glory. With every bit of violence, fury and sheer hatred that flows through my veigns, being pumped around in my blood stream, I will destroy you. The screams of anguish will be released from my opponents, as I hit them with everything I have in that chamber. An era of terror is upon us. Who suffers and who survives is at my sole discretion. You can give yourself an advantage by taking a detour away from the Rocky Roads. But I urge you to start walking. Start walking into your own annihilation. I will annihilate all who steps into my path. Just...like...that."
As Rocky says his last word, he clicks his fingers. The camera suddenly switches off, leaving a blackened screen.
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Post by Cactus on Mar 3, 2005 16:41:43 GMT 1
We are treated to a wide shot of the P2PW canteen where most of the superstars are fuelling up ready for tonight’s PPV Sole Survivor.
We pan around we can see people like The Blood Pack sitting at their table whilst Trixie scuttles back and forth fetching and carrying for the pack.
We cut to the next table where The Insanity sits, Spaz and Diddly are having a staring contest whilst Red Ninja seems to be meditating.
Chilly Willy is standing by the cashier trying to get a date; she has a bored look on here face.
Shinns Theory and Stare are sitting in the far corner away from the noise having protein slurpees when the door is heard opening, the camera spins around and we see Cactus stop for a moment, look round then make a beeline for the table that the co-owner and the Gm of blitz are sitting.
Shinns “ So I say duck, but he just looks at me and the brick hits him in the head.”<br> Stare “ Ha ha, well he always was a little on the slow side”<br> The two men continue to chuckle as Cactus makes his way over to the table, without a word he grabs a vacant chair and sits himself down.
Stare “ Errr hi, sit down why don’t you?”<br> Cactus looks at Stare with disdain, stands up puts his hands palms down on the table and leans across till he is 6 inches from Stare’s face and growls
Cactus “ Shut up”<br> Stare goes to stand up and confront Cactus but Shinns grabs his friend by the arm and forces him back into his seat.
Shinns “ Leave it, this is not the time or the place for this, you have to defend your title tonight against Reaper, don’t let this foolass get to you.
Now Cactus tell me why you are interrupting my friend and me?"
Cactus “ I am here because I want to know why you are messing me about. Tonight 20 men have a chance at becoming the number 1 contender for this:
Cactus reaches down and places his hand on he world title.
While I have to face SoL again? I have beaten SoL, in fact since our last meeting no-one has seen or heard of him, he is probably of making another one of his “straight to video” movies yet he gets a shot at my title.
Meanwhile I get shafted again from the world title, you have people like Simz for gods’ sake in a match where he could end up the world champ, the guy has been here 5 minutes and he gets a shot.
Nation gets his shot, now I am not disputing that he deserves his shot but I am the only person on the whole roster who holds a singles win over him but again I don’t get a look in."
Stare and Shinns exchange glances as if to say Cactus is blaming everyone else for his shortcomings again the Shinns begins to talk.
Shinns “The reason you are not in either of the chamber matches is two fold, first of you are the international champ and have to defend your belt and second SoL is not as stupid as you may think. Before your last match SoL and his lawyers insisted that incase he did not win a belt he had a rematch clause inserted into the match, and he claimed his match for tonight.
So I suggest you quit your whining and bitching and go prepare for your match tonight."
Shinns and Stare start to laugh but Cactus face remains impassive.
Cactus “ Ok I will face SoL tonight but I want to make one thing clear. I will not in fact cannot be held responsible for what happens tonight in my match. You want me to face him? Fine but when the EMT’s are carrying him out on a stretcher you are to blame!
I am going to destroy him tonight and when you guys have one of your wrestlers in hospital or worse the blame will stand firmly at your door."
Cactus flips the table over showering the two men with their drinks and stalks out of the canteen.
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Post by Nation on Mar 3, 2005 19:58:28 GMT 1
[glow=red,2,300]PROMO[/glow]
The screen is black and there is nothing but silence. Suddenly a quiet but purposeful voice is heard.
VOICE OVER- Sole Survivor.....A chance to fulfill my dreams...Or live out my worst nightmare....But right now I don't know which one I'm living in.
The sceen remains black and the voice is replaced with Barber's "Adagio with Strings". Slowly the darkness gives way and we see the scene set in front of us, as "Adagio...." continues to play.
It is daytime. In a dark, litter strewn New York alleyway, amongst the filth and dirt stands NATION. He's standing there dressed in blue jeans, white t-shirt and black jacket. He's carrying a sport hold all over his shoulder and he's looking up at the grey, foreboding sky as the rain gently splashes onto his face.
NATION (voice-over) - Here in the middle of this loud, over-populated concrete jungle, it hits me. I'm all alone. Alone except for one thing. The will to survive.
NATION looks down from the sky and looks ahead. The camera pans around him to see the focus of his attention. We see the end of the alley way about 50 metres away. In a far too bright type of daylight we see an endless stream of people walking past, going on about their day. NATION walks towards the exit of the alley way towards the street. The camera is now on the street looking into the alleyway. The camera is focused on NATION as he slowly walks towards the light of the street as the blur of people passing by goes past.
NATION (voice-over) I don't know where this Will comes from but it's always been there. Driving me on even when my body wants to give up. It won't let me fall, no matter how much I want to. Now I don't question it. I just let it take me wherever it may....
A blur passes the camera and as it goes past the camera is closer to NATION. Another blur goes past and NATION is even closer. Another blur goes past and now the camera is focused on NATION's face, cascaded in shadow. All of a sudden, just before stepping into the street, NATION stops dead in his tracks and closes his eyes. The camera stays on this image.
NATION (voice-over) - Now my Will has taken me to the heart of the jungle, where all the wild and most dangerous beasts dwell. 9 other warriors who desire the same thing as me. 9 faces that appear everywhere I go. Am I prepared to meet these demons that have come to haunt me in the last few weeks head on or do I listen to that voice that tells me to back off and go home.....I listen to that voice for about a second then the Will takes over.
NATION opens his eye. As he does so "Adagio with Strings" breaks into "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D and the light hits his face as he walks into the street.
NATION is now walking along the sidewalk. There are 100s of people on the sidewalk but all of them are walking towards NATION. No-one is walking in the same direction as him. But there is something strange as all of the people who walk past NATION turn their heads towards him and glare angrily at him as they pass. The camera turns to behind NATION and we can see why. Every person that walks past, no matter whether they are male, female, young or old have one of 9 faces. Each person who passes NATION and glares at him has one of the faces of one of NATION's opponents. He is in fact seeing them everywhere he goes. Everyone goes past in a blur. All with different bodies but with the faces of ROCKY, TRENT ACID, DIDDLY SQUAT, DICKIE CHARMONE, ALADDIN, TYLER STONE, CHAD CLASSIC, STARCRUNCH and DEACON DOLLAR BILL. NATION appears unmoved by this and continues to stare ahead as he walks down the street towards this never ending stream of people.
NATION (voice-over) - Many times I've wondered whether I have what it takes to survive in the worst possible scenarios. And each time they become a reality, I even surprise myself. That's why no matter what's in front of me I know I'll come through okay at the other end, even when all looks bleak. And right now, it's never looked bleaker.
The people continue to look at NATION. Hate burning in their eyes. A family of DIDDLY SQUATs go past. 3 rabbiis with TRENT ACID's face barge past. A tall, leggy woman with DICKIE CHARMONE's face slinks by. A homeless guy, sitting against a building shouts out at NATION as he goes past. NATION turns to face him and the guy has TYLER STONE's face.
HOMELESS GUY/TYLER STONE: Give a guy a break and some spare change....
NATION walks passed unaffected. More and more people walk past with the same nine faces. A huge guy with STARCRUNCH's face wearing a basketball vest, and tattoos all up his arms charges through NATION. NATION is knocked sideways a bit but continues to look and walk forward. A paper boy with ALADDIN's face holds aloft a newspaper with the headline in big, bold letters "THE END OF A NATION!" 5 different people all with CHAD CLASSIC's face run towards him to get a copy. NATION continues to walk through the demonic pedestrians.
NATION (voice-over)- The worst part of any journey is taking that first step. But after that it gets a whole lot easier. And I've come too far to turn back now. Especially now with the prize in sight. It's too late to give up. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. The Will won't let me.
NATION walks past the steps to the New York Public Library. On the steps is a preacher shouting out to a growing congregation. The preacher has BISHOP PASTOR DEACON DOLLAR BILL's face.
PREACHER/BPDDB (shouting and arms in the air) -Turn back from whence you came! I cast you out, demon! So sayeth the lord! The demon is amongst us! Save us, oh lord! Save us!
NATION walks past, unaffected till about 30 metres further down, he stops at a bus stop. A blue and grey bus approaches and slows to a halt. The destination says "ROCKY ROADZ".
NATION- The best way to overcome all that face you, I find, is to meet it head on. Sometimes you'll find that what you fear most is just as scared of you.
The doors to the bus open and the driver with ROCKY's face beckons NATION on with a scowl. NATION gives the driver some money and walks onto the bus. The doors close and the camera turns behind NATION. The bus is crammed with many people. All with ROCKY's face and all looking at NATION with pure hate. NATION walks past them all to the empty seat at the back. He sits down and the bus leaves the stop.
NATION leans with his head against the window as the bus drives on. The sunlight shining on his face.
NATION (voice over) -I might not make it on this journey. There might be too much for me to overcome. But I'm going to make it a journey that everyone will remember and talk about in the years to come. This is what my legacy will all be about. This is what I am all about. This is who I am. This is what keeps me alive. This is what gives me breath. And I do it all, alone.
VOICE NEXT TO NATION- You'll never be on your own, bro.
NATION turns his face and sitting next to him is a smiling DA MAN. NATION returns the smile weakly.
DA MAN- I'm always looking out for ya, bro. I may not be with you. But I'll never turn my back on you.
NATION- No, Ant. You've gone. You don't live in my world anymore. You've got your own path now. It's a path that I don't want to walk. You'll always be my "bro" but I need to walk this one on my own.
DA MAN looks sadly back at NATION. NATION turns his head away and looks back out of the window. The streets are now deserted. NATION looks back and DA MAN is gone. In fact, the whole bus is empty. The bus slows down and eventually comes to a halt. The doors open and the driver shouts to NATION.
BUS DRIVER- Last stop!
NATION walks to the front of the bus and turns to the driver. ROCKY's face has been replaced by FREDDIE BLASSIE's face. Instead of a look of anger, FREDDIE's face is smiling happily at NATION.
DRIVER/BLASSIE- Don't forget what I said to you last time, kid. We've got a lot of plans for you. Stay strong and good luck.
NATION looks to the door and steps off the bus.
NATION's eyes open with a start and he's awake in his darkened, dressing room. He gasps slightly for air as reality sinks in. His eyes dart round as he realises he was dreaming. He lets out a sigh when suddenly there's a knock at the door. A voice appears behind the door.
VOICE- Excuse me, Mr NATION... It's time.
NATION stands up, fixes his pads and opens the door, walking into the brilliant white light outside.
NATION (voice over) - The Will speaks to me constantly. Right now, it's screaming at me. It's all I can hear. This is when I know the time is right. I just nod my head and let it lead me where it may. One day it will take me to the promised land. Maybe that day is today. Maybe it isn't. But I don't question it. I just do it.
The door slams shut and the room is in darkness once more. In the background, a "NATION" chant can be heard coming from the arena. The camera fades to black, leaving only the growing sound of the chant.
[glow=red,2,300]END PROMO[/glow]
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Post by Nation on Mar 3, 2005 20:02:52 GMT 1
sorry to whore, but if you can download the two tracks mentioned "adagio with strings" by samuel barber and "clubbed to death" by rob d, it might give you more of a feel of the promo. besides the fact that they are two kick ass tracks anyway.
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Post by Red Ninja on Mar 3, 2005 22:34:19 GMT 1
Red Ninja ay ninj, what ever happened to the stable vote for diddly in the final match eh? Fuck me i honestly didnt see Diddlys name. My bad Squatter.
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Post by jessica on Mar 3, 2005 23:56:59 GMT 1
Chamber Match One Addryd
Singles Match - Impress the Higher-Ups Darkness King
Tag Team Title Match The Blood Tigers (Aladdin & Vegeta) (c)
Undisputed Internet Championship Gormy (c)
International Title Match Cactus
World Title Match - Ambulance Match Soul Reaper
Chamber Match Two Tyler Stone “The Assassin”
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Mar 4, 2005 0:06:42 GMT 1
Damn Nation that was a killer promo...
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Post by shinnstheory on Mar 4, 2005 0:33:20 GMT 1
Ok guys. Take anything related to the event to the Extra Promo/Discussion Thread please. Leave this for your 2 posts. 1 - Voting post. 2 - Promo post. Thanks.
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Post by "Black Label" Sean Patterson on Mar 4, 2005 1:30:24 GMT 1
This month’s Pay-Per-View, Sole Survivor, is well underway. The lights in the arena drop, and ‘Therapy Scares Me’ by Deadstar Assembly hits, signalling the entrance of Addryd. He appears on the soundstage, dressed very eccentrically. He is wearing a pinstripe and candy striped circus ringmaster’s uniform, complete with cane and top hat and heavy black and white facepaint resembling Jack Skellington from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. His garish appearance has the crowd mesmerised. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and pauses in his tracks. He removes his top hat and takes a bow. As he does, the music changes to a heavy, industrial version of a circus fanfare. Thick green smog starts to bellow out of the soundstage and a host of flashing lights begin to flicker.
The camera focuses on Addryd, who now has a microphone in his hand. He slowly raises the microphone towards his mouth, and then begins to speak;Addryd : Ladles and jellyspoons, toys and dolls of all ages ! Come one, come all … sometimes the ladles don’t cum at all ! Tonight, in your town and direct to your television sets – Addryd, the ghost with the most, brings to you the fright of your lives … The Circus of Nightmares ! Addryd slides into the ring and as he does, a cluster of circus freaks appear at the top of the stage and begin to make their way down to the ring; a pair of fire breathers, a bearded woman, a sword-swallower, a pair of Siamese twin clowns, an elephant man and seven dwarves in bondage gear on leads being led by a PVC-clad, tattooed and pierced Snow White amongst them. As they continue to make their way down to the ring, Addryd resumes;Addryd : Tonight, before your very eyes – the things the perverted, depraved side of all our minds want to dream about but the decent, god-fearing part suppresses. The things you see in your worst nightmares are coming to life; the true forms of God’s twisted design, each and every night ! Addryd has now been joined by in the ring by his flock of freaks, who are playing to the crowd. The Siamese twin clowns are at ringside, one squirting spectators with water and the other is throwing cream pies at unsuspecting kids, the bondage midgets have made a pyramid, and the fire breathers and sword-swallower are still up to their usual tricks. The bearded lady and the elephant man are also making out. Addryd : But tonight … tonight is not a night for pure unadulterated lunacy. No, because today is not a happy day for the Black Bird. All the members of the Circus of Nightmares then immediately stop what they are doing and gather around their ringleader donning sad faces and look to be lending their ears to him.Addryd : That’s right my fantastic freaks. Today is a sad day for me because I am not in a Rage Title match tonight. This smile, it’s only skin-deep because in my heart of hearts, I know damned well that I deserve a shot. Ok, I coulda dealt with my loss a little better than I did, sure, but can you understand how it feels ? The Circus begins to mockingly cry. The camera focuses in particular on two of the dwarves hugging and consoling each other and the bearded lady mopping up her tears with her beard.Addryd : But never fear, because where there is a will, there is a way my friends ! And I have a way …<br> Addryd’s freaks suddenly revert to hyper-exaggerated jubilation, clearly happy to see their leader show his cunning.Addryd : Last week was by no means the end of my quest for the Rage Title. If you thought that, you might wanna go to the hospital and get your head checked for ‘Dumbass-osis’. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen- for our very first stunt – I, Addryd, shall literally throw my hat in to the ring. I don’t care what the outcome of tonight’s match inside the Chamber is – I will be seeing you very shortly, Nation. This isn’t a matter of pride fellas, this is a matter of it’s just simply my time. I’m not requesting a match, I claim it as my right to face the Rage champion. So what I’m saying is …<br> With that, “The Gauntlet” by the Dropkick Murphys hits, signalling the entrance of Nation. Addryd looks absolutely livid, snatching the top hat of his own head and pacing like a caged lion. Moments pass, and Nation has yet to emerge. Addryd begins to look agitated. Then, from the back comes a midget dressed as Nation. Addryd bursts in to uncontrollable laughter. He gets back on the mic.Addryd : Hey, Nation. Man, it’s just you ! I was wondering when you were going to finally show yourself. I thought you might be a little scared ! Oh my, I’m such a stitch ! Nah, it’s nice to see you dude – a bit of short notice, don’t you think. That was terrible, I’m sorry … that really was terrible ! I’ll stop now. Hey Nation … do you like the circus ? The miniscule Nation impressionist nods frantically in approval.Addryd : Well then, why don’t you come on down to the ring and join the festivities ? With that, Nation’s diminutive doppelganger makes his way down to the ring with further encouragement from Addryd. Mini-Nation tries to slide into the ring, but goes head-first in to the apron, apparently knocking himself unconscious. Addryd shakes his head in disbelief and walks up to the ring apron, peering over the top rope, watching the lifeless form of the Nation impressionist’s body.Addryd : Hey … ? You ok, Mr. Sleepy Head ? Wake up … Ah screw it, you’re not worth anymore of my time tonight ! Biggles, Jiggles … it’s time to take out the trash. Biggles and Jiggles, the Siamese twin clowns step forward and try to exit the ring, but they begin to fight over who should go first. They shove at each other and threaten each other with fists. Addryd, who has exited the ring and is now standing over the fallen mini-Nation, looks over his shoulder to see them scuffling. He pipes up;Addryd : Hey you two, quit your bitching and come and give me a hand. Jeez, don’t make me come in there and split you two up … ok, that will be a little bit more easier said than done. Just get it together already ! But it’s too late – Biggles and Jiggles are fighting on the mat. Addryd doesn’t look pleased.Addryd : Goddammit ! I’m running a circus here, not a freaking nursery. To Hell with it, I’ll do this myself ! Addryd lifts up the ring apron and begins to look around for something. After a few seconds, he emerges with a steel trash can. He places it on the floor. He then walks over to mini-Nation and hoists him up on to his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.Addryd : Time to give you a taste of where you belong, lil fella. Addryd slides mini-Nation down into a Tombstone Piledriver position and walks over to the trash can. He then dumps mini-Nation head first in to it. Mini-Nation’s feet can be seen frantically wriggling, and he can be heard shouting for help. Addryd just looks down and smiles.
Addryd : Tonight …<br> Addryd slides back in to the ring to continue his address.
Addryd : Tonight I am to compete in one of the two chamber matches. And I’ll have you know that I don’t care for it all. Locked inside a cage with a bunch of sweaty, inbred beasts will cramp my style. No thank you. However, I do relish the challenge of defeating every single one of them, simply because I can and will. Tonight, I will line each and every single one of my opponents up and have them on their knees and at my mercy like circus seals performing tricks for fish. There are some big names inside that chamber with me tonight – Shinn’s, Soundscream, Mastodon – but I don’t sweat any of them. In fact, I wrote a poem about my opponents for tonight’s match, which I shall read for you all right now.
From his jacket breast pocket, he pulls out a piece of paper and pair of novelty glasses. He puts on the novelty specs and unfolds the paper. He clears his throat and then begins to read his poem.
Addryd : I’m in a match tonight, And my opponents suck. They suck so bad. They suck harder than a Dyson And more than Paris Hilton. My opponents suck.
The poem is met by a mass onslaught of boo’s from the crowd.
Addryd : Well, like they say “Never show a work-in-progress” and “people are idiots” ! But I digress. Ladies and gentlemen, The Circus of Nightmares will be taking a short intermission, so please feel free to purchase refreshments and snacks from the monkey-boy vendors who should be passing you shortly. Also, you may retire to the restrooms and dream about how much your own pissy little lives stink, and just how damned good it is to be Addryd. But don’t be too long because for the second act of the evening, the first of tonight’s chamber matches shall be transformed in to my own personal playground, a steel circus marquee, if you will. And here in this very ring, I – Addryd – shall perform a cunning stunt … did I say that right ? Good. Anyhoo, a cunning stunt of power and grace which shall leave your jaws firmly rested on your toes – or if you’re that hot chick in the front row with the balcony you could perform Shakespeare from – your rack ! For I, Addryd the Amazing, shall beat the other nine competitors inside the chamber with me to an inch of their lives and walk out the SOLE SURVIVOR. And then … I’m coming for you Nation. Soon, you will find out that I am your worst nightmare come true … Welcome to the motherfucking circus, boy.
With that Addryd drops the mic and the “Freaky Fanfare” hits. Addryd takes a few seconds to stare coldly in to the camera before turning and exiting the ring with his abnormal assemblage. He kicks over the trash can that still has mini-Nation stuck inside and begins to head up the ramp as the Circus play with the crowd at ringside.
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Post by Hercules on Mar 4, 2005 10:18:29 GMT 1
SIMZ The NZa Blood Tigers E2 Cactus stare dollar bill
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Post by Simz on Mar 4, 2005 18:52:15 GMT 1
Chamber Match One SIMZ (Wish me luck)
Singles Match - Impress the Higher-Ups Darkness King (What ? It's kane)
Tag Team Title Match The Blood Tigers (My bros are going to retain)
Undisputed Internet Champion E2 (another brother)
International Title Match Cactus (I'll go with who I know)
World Title Match - Ambulance Match Stare
Chamber Match Two Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill (Another bro Who i hope with Al dominate)
Promo Later
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Post by Simz on Mar 4, 2005 21:26:57 GMT 1
Promo Now.
The scene enters from the top of the arena. The Chamber is down and nobody is in the arena. There is only one man in the chamber and that is Simz. He has his head up looking around at the massive Structure as he gets his bearings before the biggest night his career.
Simz: You know some people have said to me that going in to something so sadistic, something so unforgiving, something for sick Must be hell, but to me it is a dream!
Simz then walks around the chamber.
Simz: A dream that I had as a child. I watched the first ever Cage, Ladder, Ironman, Royal Rumble matches, and even the closest type of match to this “Thing”. The WWE’s Elimination Chamber.
And do you know what all the first winners are today………………LEDGENDS!!!!!
Simz then moves over to a chained wall and grabs on to it and pulls it to see the strength of it.
Simz: And tonight this isn’t a cage, or a Ironman, or a Royal rumble or even a Elimination Chamber. It is all of those in one match. In one night there will be One Survivor and no winners!
Simz then walks along and runs his fingers along the chain.
Simz: This match has 9 of the greatest Superstars in P2PW in my match but only one Simz. You see I am going in to this match as a huge underdog. But as a young, hungry underdog who will show what it is like to come up a 6 foot 2, 245lbs hungry, young underdog that will have more that just his day!
Simz then walks in to one of the 8 chambers. He inspects the chamber and starts to test the flexi glass.
Simz: People don’t realise what posses a wrestler to do this to their bodies. Why? Me and any other wrestler will tell you that it is why we are in this company and in this barbaric match. The chance of glory. The winner gets a chance to have a world Title shot at the biggest stage in the World, Wrestlefever.
Simz then goes into the ring and Looks at the camera above.
That chance at Wrestlefever is my chance. There are only nine people I need to get through, and I will do the impossible but I will do it because I am younger than anyone in this company, I’m a better wrestler than anyone in this company. But because it is density and It is my density not only to go through hell, not only to risk my life but to become More that just a legend but to send every body to Simz Sity and Become…………Immortal!!!!!!
The scene ends with Simz laughing to himself as the scene fades to black.
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Post by KillerSundin (Formerly HBK) on Mar 4, 2005 23:09:54 GMT 1
[glow=blue,2,300]Chilly Willy's Promo[/glow]
The scene opens with Chilly Willy lacing up his boots while the girls in the back are wishing him luck.
[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Do you remember my little tour on Superstar Sunday? Well let's continue shall we?
The crowd cheers as Chilly Willy leaves and heads toward the merchandise stall. He picks up the Heavyweight replica belt.
[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- This looks like the real thing doesn't it? I have been in this fed since the summer and I haven't had a title shot since. Look at me. I have been wrestling since 1999 and I was Heavyweight champion in Canada. Now I barely get around since people like Soul Reaper always hogs the title.
A fan yeels "You will win. Cheer up man."
[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- You know what? That guy that I don't even know or seen in my life is right. I will win and I will be the Heavyweight champion!
Chilly Willy leaves and he stops at a boombox playing "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue. He starts to dance to the music and he heads towards the ring. "Enemy" plays as he comes to the ring. He picks up a mic and enters the ring.
[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- You know what! I will be the champion and I will beat anybody in that chamber even if it is Queerscream. I will get the pin 1..2..3 in the middle of that ring and I will reign supreme. Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to my Sole Survivor and welcome to my kingdom.
Chilly Willy leaves the ring. He goes through the curtain with a confident face as the screen fades to black
The End
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Post by shinnstheory on Mar 5, 2005 0:21:28 GMT 1
Posting to help seperate pages.
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Post by shinnstheory on Mar 5, 2005 0:21:52 GMT 1
Shinn’s Theory - Sole Survivor Promo [/u][/b][/size][/center] Recorded earlier today, Shinn’s Theory is shown at ringside as P2PW Stagehands construct the massive steal Chamber. Theory looks on in amazement at the incredible structure. As the P2PW Stagehands finish they disappear into the back, leaving Shinn’s alone. He walks around the structure, periodically shaking the bars with one hand. He proceeds to the opening and enters the chamber. Shinn’s climbs into the ring peering at the top of the dome. He then turns his attention towards the mini-chambers that occupy the large one. Theory then looks through the bars towards the empty seats of the arena. Shinn’s is well aware of the cameraman’s presence. So, he speaks. Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Soon, this place will be no longer be vacant and it’s structures like this that put asses in those seats. Shinn’s turns and points towards the ambulance parked in the arena.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] ...And it’s stipulations like that, that puts money in our pockets. Theory turns his attention back to the chamber.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] There is a lot riding on this night. Not just for me, but for the majority of the locker room. I’ve already been in the back. The atmosphere is like something I have never felt before. It even smells different. The air is thick. Most of the hot air has been created by fuming bodies, ready to give it everything they’ve got. Turn that thermostat down to zero degrees and backstage will still dampen the skin of every man and woman. The beads will extract themselves from every pore, based merely on the science of adrenaline. Talk about intimidating... Shinn’s Theory pauses. He walks towards the cage. He reaches over the ropes and grabs onto a solid steal bar. Once again, he shakes the structure.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] The board of directors decided to go ahead and arrange tonight’s card. I am opening tonight’s show, and for that reason I am glad Rocky will be in attendance tonight. After my match, who knows if I will be able to keep an eye on Sole Survivor’s progress. At least Rocky has been given the Main Event. He’ll have the time. And with all that is riding on his match, I am sure he won’t want Sole Survivor to get out of hand and interfere with his focus. That may be the one thing I know about Rocky. When he is focused, he doesn’t like to be bothered. That’s the only thing we share. That, and the fact that we are gearing up to walk out of this arena victors, and face each other at our next PPV. Shinn’s thinks for a moment. Slowly turning in a complete 360, Shinn’s shakes his head and straightens suit coat.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] What a long list of worthy competitors. Some, or maybe even all, of which will stand before me tonight. If I snatch that number one or two spot, I plan on facing each and every one of them. People continue to ask me why I have chosen this occupation. It’s times like these where the people closest to me question my choice in life. The only way to explain is to tell them that every person on earth only has one life to live, and lead. It is with this life comes your most important choices. You basically have many small choices. Those choices come day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, and second by second. But, there is a bigger picture to paint, a bigger choice to make. This is the most important choice you have in life. This is the road you pave yourself that will lead you to your destiny. This choice is branded, and the perks and consequences that come with this major life choice is what you’ve already considered before your final decision. I’ve weighed out the pros and cons of my choice. The pros outweigh the cons. If they didn’t, I wouldn’t be gearing myself up for such a life changing opportunity. Tonight, I share this opportunity with 9 others. Shinn’s Theory holds out his hands. He turns his hands into fists. His right index finger is the only finger to release itself from the fists. Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Firstly, we have “The Ladies Man” Chilly Willy, a growing superstar here in the P2PW. He impresses me. However, with the on going feud with his brother, Wolverine, Chilly Willy is going to lose a step. I can picture it now, both men in separate mini-chambers, with their sights set on one another. Singling each other out is how both men are going to lose this match. They need to realize this match is the biggest stepping stone of their careers. Neither do. And neither will take that step... Shinn’s Theory then pops his right middle finger free from the fists.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] A man that has been my bull, here in the P2PW. A man that I have turned to many times. A man known as Mastadon, a former BWO Member. We have a long history. From Apocalypse colliding with the BWO to the days Mastadon and I would sit back in my office, enjoy a smoke, and talk future. A man that I have been honored to tag with. But, tonight is different. We both know it. We both understand it. If it comes down to it, neither of us will hold back. For that, the mutual respect we share grows deeper. Theory’s right ring finger shows us the signal of three.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] De’Si Nidea? A boy trapped in a wrestler’s frame. He’ll be quick. He’ll be lightning quick. Yet, at this stage and time in his career he couldn’t break free from a glass prison given a handful of stones. Just another lesson to be learned. Someone will be his teacher here. Perhaps it will be me. Then again, maybe it won’t... Shinn’s then exposes his right pinkie finger.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Someone that has amazed me will run a muck in this ring tonight. The “Sensational Shooter” himself. I’ve never had a problem with him. His reputation here speaks for itself. The man went through 5 other P2PW superstars in a ladder match for the P2PW World Title. Just before grabbing that title, the damn ring exploded. With everything he had, he leaped from a falling ladder and clamped himself onto the hanging Title. The man has smarts. He knows what he is doing in and out of the ring. He is a true veteran. I know we can coexist, if needed. I also know we can blow the roof off of this stadium if we were to lock horns. We are hours away from that coin toss. Hours away.... Shinn’s right thumb appears. His palm reflects his count of five.Shinn’s Theory:[/b] “Hollywood” SoundScream. He’s been a thorn in management’s side since day one. In fact, he’s been gunning for me for a while. I can guarantee you that he will make it his top priority to get to me tonight. Am I afraid? Nah. Am I ready for him? I believe so. Is he a man everyone should be well-aware of, during this match? Definitely. He’s a professional. His offence has shown us that. The way he runs through people has shown us that. The way he deceives others has shown us that. SoundScream is no pushover. Not in the least. SoundScream has enough smarts to make it to the top, here in the P2PW. The only thing he lacks, is experience. I believe tonight he may break out of that genre and become labeled a veteran. He’s got the perfect opportunity. I honestly believe, he will take that flag and run with it....someday.
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Post by shinnstheory on Mar 5, 2005 0:22:14 GMT 1
Shinn’s pauses before continuing. Without dropping his right hand, Shinn’s begins to count with his left.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] It’s time Wolverine breaks out of his dreaded shell. As I said before, his brother will snatch his opportunity to advance. With that said, Wolverine will make sure he snatches his brother’s opportunity as well. Both are not a factor to me. But, don’t get me wrong, they will both be in my peripheral.
We are now at the count of seven. Shinn’s Theory:[/b] One of the few veterans in this match will be Red Ninja, one half of the former tag team champions. I’ve already pinned his weakness. He’ll be competing for gold tonight. Do you really believe Red Ninja is focused on this steel structure and all who will fill it? The Insanity member can’t handle to pressures of a rematch and huge chance to escape his faction to stand in the spotlight. It’s not in him. Not while The Blood Pack is. The rock that sits at the bottom of Ninja’s stomach is that of The Blood Pack. It’s a shame. Actually, it’s unfortunate...
Shinn’s now has two fingers remained clenched.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] Speaking of The Blood Pack, that brings me to SimZ. Rookie or not, he will pay for what he, and his buddies, did to Starcrunch and I. This man is in the wrong chamber. I don’t care how hard I have to bend to get to him. I will. That is a fact. He won’t have his fellow Blood Pack members with him. Trust me. If it comes down to SimZ and I, I will send him back to his buddies in a body bag.
Shinn’s then drops both hands at his side.
Shinn’s Theory[/b] Finally, there is Addryd. For a cruiserweight, this man has the ability to cut down a Sequoia. I’ve seen some of the best fall before him. I’ve never had a problem with Addryd. In fact, his skills have astonished me. For that reason only, he is a marked man. The bull’s eye painted on him is brighter than the North Star. With a reputation such as Addryds, what could anyone else expect? It’s a fact that the North Star brightens the entire world. However, we all know it only shines bright once a night at any given place. Like a light switch, or the passing clouds, I will turn this star into a dull dim. A flicker, if you will...
Theory peering into the lens.
Shinn’s Theory:[/b] I literally own this cage and everyone in it. I am restoring all of my passed integrity and all of my passed determination. The true theory will rise and speak for itself tonight. One by one, each of these men will recall why I am where I am, and why I am what I am. I am seldom wrong. And tonight, I will be right again....
The camera focuses on the determined expression on Shinn’s face before it fades to black.
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Vegeta
Noob
Saiyan Prince
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Post by Vegeta on Mar 5, 2005 18:08:21 GMT 1
PROMO
Aladdin and Vegeta are in their locker rooms, preparing for their tag team match against Spaz and Red Ninja. Both of them are sweating and panting from their intense training.
Vegeta: Let's take a break, man. I'm exhausted.
Aladdin: Come on Vegeta, do you wanna beat them or not?
Vegeta: Of course I do.
Aladdin: Then we have to do all it takes to get ready for the match, not just physicaly, but mentally as well. We have to have the right motivation.
Vegeta: You sound like a nerd.
Aladdin slaps Vegeta.
Aladdin: I know it's hard, but we have to train.
All of a sudden, an interviewer, Kacey Glacia, barges through the door, followed by a small group of cameramen.
Vegeta: What the hell do you want?
Aladin:Calm down,Veg, is the any way to treat a lady?
Veg: When she comes barging in when we're training,it is
Aladin slaps Vegeta again
Aladdin: Just a second ago, you were reluctant to train.
Aladin: Please sit down, Kacey
Kacey:Thanks. (Looking towards the cameramen, who have already set up the equipment) Start rolling, boys.
Veg(sitting down angrily) This is such a waste of time
Aladdin: So, what do you wanna ask us?
Kacey: How do you feel about the match you're about to fight?
Veg: I think Spaz and Red Ninja are losers who can't take the fact that we beat them last time
Kacey: Do you thinks you'll win?
Aladin: Kacey, it's our destiny, as blood tigers,to go through anything that blocks our path to victory. We will win and become tag team champions no matter what it takes.
Suddenly, Spaz and Red Ninja walk through the locker room door, with grins on their faces.
Veg: What the heck?
Aladdin:What do you want?
Spaz:Just to prove that we're going to beat you, we have a little present. (To Red Ninja) Get the box.
Red Ninja reaches outside the room and picks up a large carboard box.
Spaz:Feast your eyes on this.
Red Ninja opens the box. Inside is a little tiger cub, but its eyes have been pulled out. A knife is stuck through its belly, and blood is pouring out, as if it has just been killed.
Kacey screams and runs out of the room.
Aladdin: (Growling) You monsters
Aladdin pounces at Red Ninja and Spaz, but the pair run away, laughing and taking the gruesome box with them.
Aladdin:(To Vegeta, who is also furious) We'll get them back no matter what. They have killed one of our own, so we'll kill them at the match.
The scene ends as Vegeta and Aladdin go back to their training, and the startled cameramen leave.
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Post by diddlysquat on Mar 5, 2005 20:39:57 GMT 1
Diddly is backstage with the Insanity, who are all preparing for their matches. Diddly laces his boots, yet seems like he is living in a different world. Spaz and Ninja notice, and walk over to him.
Spaz: Oi, Didds. What's up.
Ninja: You're looking kinda blue.
Diddly: I don't know, I'm just kind of losing faith in myself. I mean, I've had so many chances to succeed, yet I always come up short. I don't know how much more losing I can take.
Spaz: Well screw it Diddly, you're still pretty popular around here.
Diddly: Yet popularity doesn't help me win matches. I'm ALWAYS placed against the wrong opponents. Think about it. On my debut, they made me, an unover rookie, face a big guy who was getting a World Title shot at the next PPV. Then I moved on to countless feuds over that International title, yet I was always placed in Battle Royals over it. Battle Royals with Rocky, Shinns; how do you expect me to win those? Then I fought Soul Reaper and got my ass kicked, and the International Title most recently. I'm starting to think that this is a conspiracy by the management.
Ninja: It's not a conspiracy by anybody. Maybe if you weren't so overconfident -
Diddly: Shut up, just shut up. I'm sick of crap like this. You two always try to make up for your great win/loss records, and my horrible one, with women, alcohol, parties, cars, crap like that. You act like you aren't rubbing it in. That's complete bullsh!t. I'm sick of this company, I'm sick of the unfair management, I'm sick of this stable, I'm sick of the fans, and I'm VERY sick of you two.
Spaz: Calm down, Squatster. Let's talk this over. You have a match to win, take your aggression out there, not here.
Diddly: Why even bother? I'm going to lose anyway. Look at the oher guys in the match. Rocky, Nation, Starcrunch, Trent Acid. Even the noobies like ChadClassic and Dickie have a better chance at winning than I do.
Ninja: But you're better than them, you can win.
Diddly: What's the point of even trying? I've faced off with half of the participants already, and I only beat one. I just can't take it anymore.
Diddly picks up his dictionary and walks off.
Spaz: Where do you think you're going?
Diddly: The only place where smart people can be accepted, my ranch outside of Austin. Screw this match, screw this event, and screw this company. I'm handing in my resignation to the Board.
Diddly walks out of the locker room as Spaz and Ninja give each other a look of concern. A camera outside shows Diddly walk into the hallway of the arena. He stops at a nearby trash can and drops the Dictionary in. Suddenly, he hears a familiar voice.
Voice: Now that ain't the man I know from Texas.
Diddly turns around as a man steps out from behind a soda machine. He is dressed in a suit with a large belt buckle, and has a cowboy hat on, with shiny black cowboy boots. Diddly recognizes the man and smiles.
Diddly: Wayne Howard?! My God! It's been forever since I've seen you! How's it going?
Howard: Aw, doin' great man. Feelin' better ever since I recovered from that steer accident. But that's all in the past now, and I'm ready to make a fresh start. Heard you were a rassler now, and I thought I'd come by an see ya. Heard you weren't doin' too good so I thought I'd come cheer ya up.
Diddly: I was going to hand in my two weeks notice.
Howard: Say WHA'?!?! That ain't the Diddly I know. I read your foreward in your autobiography, you would NEVER let sh!t like this get to ya. Instead of handin' in a resignation, ask for a leave of absence. I got some new property near yours, we can go an' have a talk about your future in the company. But first, you're gonna go an' compete. Fulfill your obligation, just like the ol' steer rasslin days.
Diddly: You're right man. Come on, let's talk.
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VOTES:
Chamber Match One De’Si Nidea
Singles Match - Impress the Higher-Ups “The NZA” NIN Horror
Tag Team Title Match The Insanity (Spaz & Red Ninja)
Undisputed Internet Championship Gormy
International Title Match Cactus
World Title Match - Ambulance Match Stare
Chamber Match Two Diddly Squat
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Red Ninja
Full-Time
Mr. Underrated
El Ninja Del Rojo
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Post by Red Ninja on Mar 5, 2005 22:38:14 GMT 1
Scene opens in the Insanity lockeroom. Red Ninja is sitting in a chair watching a tape of the Blitz Night of Champions. Ninja watches as Aladdin and Vegeta celebrate with the P2PW Tag Tiles with the rest of the Bloodpack. Ninja watches and rewinds the tape to where he is low blowed by Vegeta. Ninja watches angerly as he watches himself being hit with a Tiger Star Press than a 450 splash for the pin. Ninja stops the tape and sits back. Ninja thinks for a few seconds than gets up from the chair. The door of the lockeroom opens as Spaz walks in.
RN:Hey man.
S:Hey.
RN:How you feeling.
S:Alright.
RN:What the doctors say.
S:Im already to go for Sole Survivor.
RN:Great. Sole Survivor is all about one thing revenge. The Blood Pack f*cked us big.
S:Oi.
RN:It just pisses me off thinking about it. I just want to.... I just want to...I cant even say it Im so angry.
S:Its ok mate. Sole Survivor we set everything right.
RN:Damn straight. They cant get away with this.
S:They wont. Well get the belts back and everything will be as it was before.
RN:Thats what I like to hear. The Pack is going down tonight. One way or another. We worked to hard to lose the titles the way we did. I mean if they were going to beat us than they could have had the balls to do it fair.
S:But thats not how these wankers operate mate. Thats why we have to be ready for them this time.
RN:Im ready. Im ready for alot of things. Im ready to lay down a beating. And Im ready to take the tag titles back.
S:We will. Were the Insanity. Were the guys who usually find a way to come up on top.
RN:You know man ever since Blitz its like theres something tearing me up from inside. Ive been beating myself up over what happened. I should have been able to handle it. But I dropped the ball.
S:Hey man come on. You held your own. You almost had it one won but like you said The Blood Pack couldnt do it clean. They had to play dirty. So now we play even dirtier.
RN:What you got in mind?
S:Youll see. Youll see.
Spaz smiles.
RN:God who knows whats brewing in that amusement park you call a mind.
S:Oh I got some goodies lined up.
RN:Well I guess will have to see come Sole Survivor.
S:Yeah your going to be busy that night. How come you and Diddly get a shot at Chamber matches and I dont.
Ninja shrugs.
RN:I dont know what do I look like the booker.
S:Well anyway getting our belts back is good enough.
RN:Damn straight. It will be good being a 3 time tag champion.
S:Well 4 for me.
RN:Yeah whatever. By the way where did you find that life like Tiger replica. You see the look on the Packs face. Man it was gold.
S:Replica?
Ninja looks at Spaz with a weird look.
RN:You mean that was a real tige...
Ninja looks at the box. Ninja than runs to the bathroom in the lockeroom. He slams the door shut behind him. Ninja can be heard throwing up inside.
S:What? Its not a replica. Its a fake cub but not a replica. I mean does it look like a lizard.
Scene ends.
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