BLITZ! presents GENESIS - Preview - Locks Feb 10th

[Stare]

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LIVE! from the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois

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We go to a shot of Barry Bryant sitting in a office chair behind a desk. He is looking through papers as he looks up at the camera, appearing to be startled. He looks on and then smiles

Barry Bryant:[/b] Oh! Hello there! Barry Bryant here , known to many as "The Idea Man"! I'm feeling in for Stare as he prepares for his Last Man Standing Match tonight! On behalf of him, welcome to Genesis, Blitz!'s first ppv! And what a spectacle it is promising to be! We have the first ever Barbed Wire Hell In a Cell Match for the World Heavyweight Championship! We have a Triple Threat Ladder Match between three of the best in the business! We even have a Loser Leaves Town match! That's right! Blitz! is so well-stocked that it's willing to permanently say goodbye to one of it's roster members tonight!

Barry smiles from ear to ear as he walks around his desk

Barry Bryant:[/b] And that's not all! There is plenty of action planned to make this night an unforgettable night! Genesis is a night of beginnings, and Blitz! promises to deliver just that! This night will go down in history! Not just as a monumental night in my life! Not just as a monumental night in Stare's life! Not just as a monumental night in Blitz!'s history! Not just a monumental night in the P2PW's history! But as a monumental night in Wrestling's History!

Barry's grin suddenly changes to a look at anger as he now suddenly has an evil grin on his face

Barry Bryant: The face of this sport is going to change FOREVER! You will witness something so great that nothing else will be able to compare to it! Not even the hype I am giving it will compare! Prepare for a Genesis unlike any other! A Genesis that God Almighty himself failed to deliver! A Genesis that only an "Idea Man" like myself could give you! This is the beginning . . .

Barry smiles as he backs away from the camera. He waves bye slowly as the camera fades

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presents


'LOSER LEAVES TOWN' MATCH
Ecos
vs.
Steve TKO

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The challenge was made, the challenge was accepted. Ecos seemed to come out of nowhere and challenge P2PW Veteran, Steve TKO, with the reasoning that he was looking to make an example out of him. Quite a statement for a newcomer to make to a veteran, but Ecos has impressed many with his close call match with SoL. Steve TKO accepted and has since taken this match lightly, quoting in a recent interview "This kid's career will be killed before it even gets going". Regardless, we could be saying goodbye to one of the P2PW's most promising new talents, or saying goodbye to one of P2PW's most beloved veterans

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TAG TEAM MATCH
NIN Horror & Spackle
vs.
Chilly Willy & Vegeta

Eventhough it was thrown together by "The Idea Man" at the last minute, this match has all the makings to be a tag classic. NIN Horror & Spackle have tagged before and wrestled together for years, while Vegeta has been a tag champ himself and is teaming with the current International Champion. It all started with a simple lack of communication as Chilly Willy & Vegeta were beat down in the back by NIN & Spackle. The favor was returned later that night. Then, matters got worse as a prank was pulled by Chilly Willy & Vegeta, as they clearly played mind games and stayed one step ahead of NIN & Spackle. NIN went to Barry to complain, and got a match instead. This is a match that you DO NOT want to miss!

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FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
Starcrunch
vs.
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
The Fizz
vs.
J.T. Blade

It seems like there are some superstars who haven’t been able to get noticed on Blitz! thus far. Those who have not had the management's eye fall upon them have been grouped together against each other. One of these superstar's have a great chance to prove their worth here tonight, and walk away with the spotlight upon them. Starcrunch is a veteran and former Women's Champion. Many claim here day is over, but she is here to prove them wrong. Bishop returned after a long absence, and has returned with a fury. Could this rejuvenated Pastor prove to be a future star? The Fizz has been frustrated recently, claiming that she wants a life on TNT. Certainly, she feel unappreciated, but when respect can't be earned, you force it to be given! J.T. Blade is another star who has returned. He had a World Title shot recently, and even with the deck stacked in his favor, he fell short. He has a chance to regain his momentum here tonight!

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LAST MAN STANDING SINGLES MATCH
Trent Acid
vs.
Stare

One word can be used to describe the build-up to this long-awaited rematch . . . INTENSE! From Acid Bomb's off stage to injuries that have kept them off the air, these two men have gone back and forth with nothing but pure hatred towards the other. On one side, you have what many refer to as the most under-utilized Superstar in the P2PW, the monster known as Trent Acid. On the other side, you have a former World Champ and the General Manager of Blitz!, Stare. The Last Man Standing stipulation favors Trent Acid definetly, but Stare claims that he has reached down to a "sick natured" side of himself. One thing's for sure, it doens't get much sicker than an Acid Bomb from 10 feet off a stage!

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FANATIC TITLE TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH
Soul Reaper
vs.
SoL
vs.
_the j-man[/b]

This match is already being hailed as a contender for the Match of the Year. It has 3 of the best pure athletes in the sport. You have the man who has been the most dominant superstar in the P2PW and has been a World Champ, Soul Reaper. You have the smack-talking, charismatic, Hollywood Icon, SoL. And you have the man who has been dubbed by many as "The Future of the Business", _the j-man. Quite a way to debut a new title! One thing is for sure, when you get three combustible elements in a squared circle, there is bound to be an explosion! And throw a ladder in just for fun, and you have the makings of a down-right classic! Keep your eyes on this one, cause you might be witnessing history![/size]

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MAIN EVENT
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE BARBED WIRE HELL IN A CELL MATCH
RAGE RULES[/size]
Soundscream[/color]
vs.
Cactus[/color][/b]

In one of the most anticipated, and demanded rematches in P2PW history, two men will step into the sickest structure that has been seen in a P2PW Arena to settled the score! It's the long-awaited rubber match between Cactus and The World Heavyweight Champion, Soundscream! The match was announced from the get-go, and the talk began. Not too long after, following to decline of the former World Heavyweight Champion, Nation, we crowned a new champion in Soundscream. That just made things even more interesting. After a controversy surrounding who the #1 contender should be (which led to this match being pulled from the card), it was finally determined that Cactus himself would be the #1 Contender. Cactus then made good on his word, after saying "I will make a match that will pull in the buys!", and announced that this match would take place in a Hell In a Cell made of Barbed Wire! Needless to say, the imagery spoke for itself. Soundscream agreed with no hesitation as the match has been signed. This kind of environment is Cactus's home, and it certainly favors The Lone Wolf, but if there's one thing we have learned about our new World Champ, it's to never count him out! This match will be a bloodbath, to say the least. Regardless of the winner, you'll definitely be seeing something special . . . and disturbing.[/size]

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REMINDER
Do not vote on the World Title Match. It is Rage Rules. For anyone who does not know what that is, it is when the match is decided based on promo averages alone.

DEADLINE
Friday
February 10th, 2006
8pm (EST)

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[Spackle]

The NIN-Spackle expressway
Diddly diddly Deacon
Trent.
Rowdy Roddy Reaper

[Faster Pussycat!]

Steve TKO
NIN-Spackle Expressway
Bill
Trent
_the j-man

[Stare]

Ecos
NIN/Spackle
Bishop
Stare
_the j-man

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Ecos
Spackle/NIN
Star
Trent Acid, of course.
SOL

PROMO SOON

[_the j-man]

Ecos
NIN Horror & Spackle
J.T. Blade
Stare
_the j-man

[Cactus]

Steve-TKO
Chilly Veg
Crunch
Stare
SoL


promo will cometh

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy's Promo

The scene opens in a vast parking lot. Chilly Willy steps out of his red Corvette with a smirk on his face. He is dressed to the nine's as they say. He locks the car and then stops to think. He then remembers what he thought he forgot. He pulls out his keys to open the car again. He grabs something from the front seat and then closes and locks the door. The International belt is shiny and it looks like he just cleaned it. He opens his mouth to speak.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Finally Blitz presents Genesis! The beginning of something new but some things continue to stay the same. For example. I have not lost this belt yet and I don't plan on losing it yet. You know after I beat Reaper, you guys all said that I wasn't going to last. Well look what happened to him. He is a contender for the Fanatic title. Not my belt or the World belt in which he thinks is his. But let's cut right to the chase shall we. Tonight, heroes will be made and lives and careers shaped forever. This is the foundation of which Blitz will be laid upon. What better way to start the new era of P2PW than to have the only true Icon in this business in a match. Sure I may not be the odds on favourite to win this match but was I when I won the International belt. So before you jump on the new blood bandwagon. Why don't you play devil's advocate. Spackle and NIN have truly made a name for themselves but has yet to capture a title. Vegeta and myself have already won titles before so we are experienced in that division. NIN and Spackle have little to no experience in tag matches whereas Vegeta and I have been in tag teams for awhile. Hell even Vegeta won the tag titles before. What NIN and Spackle need to realize is that Vegeta and Chilly Willy have already won the psychological part of this match. We have gotten into your heads so much that it will only be seconds into the match and you will already make a mistake. The reason behind this is because you guys will want vengeance so you will be relentless. You will be so infuriated at us that you make a little mistake and we will utilize it to our advantage.

Chilly Willy begins to walk away as he smiles again. He makes it to a hallway with a Coca-Cola machine. He puts $1.25 in the machine and it disperses a water bottle. Chilly picks it up as he speaks with a confident tone in his voice

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Let's get back to whats important. I live for this company. I want to see this company succeed worldwide but it won't until their only Canadian Icon wins this match at Genesis. I thrive on positive thinking and right now I seem to be in a good mood and in a positive state of mind. I am sure NIN and Spackle didn't want this match to happen but it will. As for me, I don't care what match I am in as long as I know I can put up a good fight. Did I whine and complain when I went to fight Reaper? Of course not. I went into that match thinking that I won't win and look what happened. NIN and Spackle need to learn that in order to make it really far, you have to impress your boss by doing what he tells you. Sure you may have heard that when you were kids but it is true. Vegeta and myself will triumph over the NIN Spackle expressway and continue to make an impact. I am the very best Canada has to offer and I am even compared to Chris Benoit. Who are you compared to. No one. Do you know why? Because you aren't good enough. Sooner or later. I will prove to everyone that I am much more than an ambassador to America's neighbour. After that. I will finally have the respect that I deserve.

The fans start to cheer as Chilly walks away. He takes a drink as he looks around him. He enters a locker room with Vegeta in it. Vegeta is listening to music on his MP3 player. Chilly puts his stuff down and he begins to take off his sports jacket. He unties his tie and takes off his belt. The door closes and the camera man waits. A couple of minutes later the door opens to reveal Chilly Willy in his ring attire.

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- In conclusion I will leave you with words that Spackle and NIN better remember. You don't have to have a guaranteed title shot or ass-kiss the man with the title shot to make it to the top. All you have to do is kick ass and take some names. That is what I did and look at where it got me. What I'm about to say is another superstar's trademark but who cares. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. NIN and Spackle will get the lesson of a lifetime and will learn to respect their superiors courtesy of Vegeta and The Canadian Icon. Chilly Willy!

The fans are on their feet as Chilly laughs. He pats his title as he walks away picking up a Canadian flag. The fans slowly die down as the screen fades to black.

The End!

VOTES:
Ecos
Chilly Willy and Vegeta
Dollar Bill
Stare
Reaper

[The Great JT]

Steve TKO
Spackle/NIN
J.T. Blade
Stare
_the j-man

Promo...eh, it'll come NOW!

Scene opens at ringside. Anything But Down hits and the crowd erupts in a sea of jeering as J.T. Blade comes to the ring in a black Jerome Bettis jersey. Someone throws a 32 oz. Slurpee at J.T. and hits him in the head! J.T. runs over to the fan and punches him in the face, then throws the Slurpee back at him! J.T. walks to and rolls into the ring, calls for a mic, snatches it away from the ringside assistance and holds it up to his mouth. J.T. waits for the boos to decrease before he starts talking.

J.T. Blade: Labias and genitals, I thank you for your...kind welcome. (More boos.) Please, no more applause. (Crowd starts chanting "Shut up!") All right, that's enough from the peanut gallery. Shut your uneducated mouths! (Crowd starts booing again.) Anyway. There's something I need to say to Stare right here and now. I want my $50, ass-face! You bet me $50 that the Steelers would lose Super Bowl XL, and guess who won? I want my money, Stare. And don't think I won't find you and beat that $50 out of you!

And then there's Soundscream. I need you to remember something, jerkoff. I am merely loaning you MY title. I'll have another shot at you. Don't worry, I'll take back what's mine. Just remember, my name is on that belt, amidst the leather and the gold. And Cactus, you'd better not win, or I'll have to take it out on YOUR ass!

But lest we forget, Scream-n-Cream and Cocktus aren't my opponents. My opponents ARE, however, StarCrunch, Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill and The Fizz. Man, that crew's motlier than Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Niel and Mick Mars. One slut, one oxymoron of holiness and greed and one no-name assmunch. It's a virtual who's who of who can't win.

(J.T. leans against the ropes adjecant to the ramp.)

J.T. Blade: First of all, there's The Fizz. This guy's like Mike Jones. "WHO?!" No, seriously, Who Is The Fizz? The only thing I've seen him do is fall flat on his face ever since he came to P2PW. Fizzle, I'm going to leave you drowning in a pool of your own blood. Think I'm kidding? I've got a shiv right here in my pocket that's dying to meet your throat.

Then there's P2PW's resident whore. The slut with cottage cheese for a vagina. Quite frankly, that insult was the most tasteless thing I could think of to say about StarCrunch. StarCrunch, you know I've beaten you before. (Crowd starts chanting "Shut up!") Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, let's see what I'm talking about. HEY MONKEYS IN THE BACK, ROLL THE TAPE!

(Cut to the production booth, where monkeys in suits are jumping around! J.T.'s mouth hangs open for a moment.)

J.T. Blade: ...I must only use this power for good! (Crowd laughs.) All right, seriously, whoever's yankin' my ankle, cut it out and roll the footage, lest ye incur my wrath!

(Cut to Blitz!, Nov. 30, J.T. Blade and NIN Horror vs. Spackle and StarCrunch. J.T. locks in a Texas Cloverleaf and StarCrunch taps out.)

J.T. Blade: I rest my case.

And of course, there is our resident pimp/reverend, Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. Bill, when was the last time you gave a sermon? Because I've got a new entrance for the Bible. J.T. 1:1; "And The Lord Said That I Shalt Send Thy Adversaries To Purgatory, Wherest They Shall Be Judged As Sinners, Forever Banished To Cocytus." And for you slack-jawed idiots in the crowd, Cocytus is the Ninth Level of Hell. Which, coincedentally, is the level of hell you'll be in in the duration of the match! When I'm done with you, Fizzle and SlutCrunch, I'm going to have to have the ref remind me to bring my cell phone. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO HAVE TO CALL THE CORONER AFTER THE MATCH!

(J.T. heads back up the ramp with the mic. His back is to the crowd.)

J.T. Blade: Oh, I forgot. There's one more reason why I'm going to win.

(J.T. turns around.)

J.T. Blade: I LEARNED HOW IN PRISON!!!

Anything But Down hits again and J.T. throws the mic to the ground, then heads backstage. Scene fades out.

[eCo]

Just Close Your Eyes plays right before the crowd boos loudly. Ecos walks down the ramp, wearing white pants, sunglasses with a white sports jacket. On the back of the sports jacket, a gold Ecosian Cross is on it, and below the cross is a text that says “Jesus Who?” Ecos walks slowly down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face. The Camera centers around a guy in a crowd holding a sign that says “everyone > Ethos”, the camera then centers around on Ecos who grabs a microphone

Ecos: No other name could have been more appropriate for this PPV. If anything this is a holy night for all Ecosianites around the world. As usual Stare made the right decision about naming this PPV.*The crowd then boos loudly* Oh, and I am not saying this just to suck up to the GM!!! This is the Beginning for a new P2PW Blitz, a HOLY beginning.

The crowd boos even louder

Ecos: Now, your holy savior has a confession to make. All of his previous matches he had, he lost on purpose!

A few men from the crowd yell “BULLSHIT! ETHOS” or “THAT’S BULLSHIT!”etc.

Ecos: Oh it’s true! You see, I am willing to let Soundscream and SoL have their moments, and when I say moments, I mean that literally! Because we all know that Cactus will put Soundscream in the hospital tonight, just like at Wrestlefever II.

The crowd boos loudly again, with some people chanting “Soundscream”

Ecos: Some people may question “oh why Ecos, would you throw loosing matches on purpose, especially if one involved the world title?” Well the answer is simple, I just want my first victory to be in a bigger arena, and what better time to prove my point, is to do it in a PPV called Genesis! and what better career to end, than that waste of space has been- oh wait, my mistake, never been: Steve TKO!

Part of the crowd boos while the rest chants TKO

Ecos: All you infidels should realize that your hero, Stevie Boy is nothing more than some waste of space who desperately needs to be removed from Blitz. I don’t care how big he is and that he is 6’ 5”. The truth is that he is way past his prime. Throughout time it was proven he couldn’t cut it in other sports like baseball, and even when he became a wrestler, he had injuries throughout his career. This just proves that he is fragile and clumsy. My wrestling style works perfectly against big guys who are careless and awkward, just like our friend Stevie Boy.

I have another confession to make. I have made a number of attempts to contact Stevie Boy, to offer him a possession in my Jihad over Blitz. I was going to offer him to be my enforcer, because lets face it, that is probably the only point he can serve. Well I tried to contact him, but he never responded, not once. Hell in the past 5 days I’ve been waiting 9 hours strait, staring at the phone just waiting for a call from him. That just sealed the fate for him. Since that I have made all of my confessions, it’s about time to make your confessions Stevie Boy, just confess that your time is over and how much you just suck. Actually you can scream your confessions out when I put you in the Crusifixion, the modified version of the sharpshooter! Steve, when you are a 45 year old overweight, drug addicted, alcoholic sitting on your coach, you will remember that you could have been part of my jihad, and could have saved Blitz, but instead you will be NOTHING!

The crowd boos, as the camera centers around a sign that says “Ethos sucks” with a red crossmark over the Ecosian cross under the text. The camera then centers around Ecos again, and the lights fade out, as a gold spot light centers around Ethos, as he bows his head down

Ecos: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Stevie Boy, you’re dead to us.

Just close your eyes plays, as Ecos walks out of the ring, before the camera fades

[eCo]

Ecos
Chilly Willy and Vegeta
The Fizz
Stare
The J- Man

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

Scene opens. It is late night, outside a jazz nightclub, as the camera finds its way into the near empty nightclub, the sounds of Jazz Bass great Red Mitchell embody the dimly lit nightclub embodied in red interior. The camera slowly moves past a cocktail waitress and a few dancing patrons, past the empty bar where two faceless souls sip cocktails, one with his head down while the other looks on at the live band. The camera finally reaches a back door, the bartender, an older gray haired man with a neatly trimmed beard stops him.

Bartender: Hey, what you here for??

Cameraman: I'm here to see him.

Bartender: What business do you have?

Cameraman: No business, just a message.

Bartender: Oh really (raises an eyebrow), what kind of message?

Cameraman: A stipulation.

The bartender eyes and looks over the cameraman.

Bartender: *Sighs*......Alright, you can go.

The camera slips through the door. There is another door that reads 'Exit' and a stairwell. The camera goes down the stairwell draining the music from the nightclub out and into complete silence by the time the end of the stairwell is reached, the camera passes by two shady characters in pinstripe suits and stetson hats, and by a young woman in a long dress and a soprano saxophone, as the camera passes her by she begins playing a more somber tune by Zoot Sims, it was called 'Someday, Sweetheart'.

The hallway at the end of the stairwell grows darker and deeper, and the sound of the saxophone is drowned out by passing subway cars. The only light is given off from the street above.

Voice: You're looking for someone?

Cameraman: Yes.

Voice: With a stipulation?

Cameraman: Yes. How'd you know?

Voice: I have my ways. Go on.

Cameraman: The stipulation is something called a 'Last Man Standing' Match.

Voice: Really.... sounds simple enough.

Cameraman: Well....this is what the message sa---

The camera falls to the feet of the man, who it reveals to be Trent Acid.

Trent: (reading the message) Dear Trent Acid, your match with me at the PPV is now a Last Man Standing Match, meaning anything goes: no pinfalls, no countouts, no DQs. Two men will enter, one will leave. Consider this payback for Acid Bombing me off the stage. Sincerely yours you sorry bastard, Stare.

Trent stares at the letter ominously. The camera starts moving again, toward Trent's face. Due to the darkness, half of Trent's face is shadowed, blending into the darkness. A subway car roars by in the distance.

Trent: You see Stare, this stipulation of yours plays right into my favor. Your 'sick' side is my normal operating procedure. You say your gonna maim me, destroy me, make sure that I never achieve my goal. Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong. The only time you have the balls to say anything about me is when I'm not at the arena, I had to take care of personal issues, and all of a sudden you decide to return.

Trent starts walking briskly back toward the nightclub, passing everything by.

Trent: See that's just like you Stare...

Trent finds his way back into the nightclub. The sounds of Howard Alden and Ken Peplowski envelop a slightly more populated nightclub.

Trent: Always afraid, having to wait until I'm not around so you be the bigshot. Too afraid to say it when I'm around, hell you had to send a helpless cameraman to give me your little message. Well, I'm gonna use your fears against you. After the Pay-Per-View, when you have no choice BUT stand face-to-face with me, the entire wrestling world will see you for what you are Stare, they will see you for the coward you are, and they will see you lose, and they will not, WILL NOT, see you get up from my Acid Bomb. And you thought getting thrown off stage was bad enough, I have something even worse for you, something that will go into the annals of not just P2PW lore, but professional wrestling lore. That something will change your life.

As Trent walks out of the nightclub, the sounds of Wanda Sa covering Joao Gilberto's 'Samba Song' start playing. Trent walks out to the desolate street.

Trent: (alone in the middle of the street) So is this what you really want Stare? Last Man Standing? I'm the only person standing out here, whether it's out here or in the ring, the outcome will be the same! The only difference between right here in the middle of this god-forsaken street and the ring? The street is missing your battered, bloody carcass, Stare. But rest assured, in the ring, I'll be standing over your battered, bloody carcass, spitting on your bloody remains. You will not be the same, Stare. No one is, after messing with TRENT....ACID.

People start filtering out of the nightclub. The camera gets a quick shot of the people. Then peers back toward the middle of the street. Only to reveal that Trent has vanished.

Scene fades.

END PROMO.

[Scream]

The scene opens to Del Mar race track in Southern California. Men and women are hustling about at betting windows as thoroughbreds are strutting on the track. Through the hustle and bustle a man’s voice is heard over a loudspeaker.

Post time for race 8 in 10 minutes.

Many people are seen fluttering through their newspapers and pick sheets as two men chat away near the grandstand. One of the men is SoundScream the other is just an older fellow named Joe.

Joe

This should be an interesting race. This will be only the second time that Desert Flower and Screamer have met on this track this year.

SoundScream

Screamer and Desert Flower? Huh, interesting names.

Joe

Ehhh, what’s in a name? There’s Whizkid, Chocolate Thunder, Bellamy Rose, War cry…I could go on and on. But today’s race should be interesting. Desert Flower has been a dominant thoroughbred and has been the favorite but Screamer always seems to pull it out. Doesn’t get his due respect I guess.

SoundScream

Interesting.

Joe

But, say what they say I have to go with Desert Flower. He has more experience on this track. This is his element.

SoundScream

I agree. This is his element but not unless someone wants it more. I’m picking Screamer to win, gut feeling.

The two men walk to the betting window and make their bets.

Joe

Well, one of us might win.

SoundScream

Just like the lotto Joe, ya never know.

Scream taps the man on the back and they walk to the starting gate. Some people start pointing at SoundScream and Scream just nods his head at them. The horses are in the starting gate as the bugler plays his tune. People crowd the race rail as a bell rings and the gates open. People begin slapping programs in their hands as the horses take off.

Joe

There they go! Looks like Desert Rose and Screamer are in the middle of the pack.

Both men look on as the horses take the turn.

Scream

Looks like Screamer is ahead of Desert Rose!

Scream starts getting into it and slapping his program.

Scream

Come on baby!

Both men look intently as the horses gallop down the final stretch. Desert Flower and Screamer are neck and neck. Both horses stay astride as they cross the finish line.

Joe

Photo Finish!

Screams cell phone rings. He nods his head and hangs up.

Scream

Well, it’s been fun Joe but I have to run. Here.

Scream gives him his ticket.

Joe

What’s this for?

Scream

The conversation.

As Scream is heading for his limo the announcer announces the results.

Announcer

And it’s Screamer by a nose.

Scream looks back at Joe who throws his hands in the air. Scream smirks and taps his nose. He gets into the limo as his driver rolls down the privacy window.

Rick

It’s all set up for you sir. Your plane is ready to take you to Chicago.

Scream

Alright, let’s roll.

scene fades

The scene then takes us outside the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois. The marquee scrolls The Genesis Card. Scream is seen entering the arena. Inside the ring is set up. It is surrounded by a hell in a cell made of barbed wire. Scream has a serious face as he walks to the ring. Inside is an open ladder in the center of the ring. Scream walks up the steel ring steps and enters the cage. Again he looks at the cage from the inside with a look of concern. He walks the perimeter of the cage and goes to touch the jagged interior. As his finger skims the wire he quickly pulls back and examines his finger. A dot of blood trickles from his finger.

Scream

Ok Cactus, I’m listening. You call yourself Hardcore? Now you get the chance to prove how hardcore you really are. Never before, in P2PW history, has anyone gone the lengths to settle the score in a barbed wire hell in a cell. But tonight history will be made.

For weeks many superstars have been whining and bitching about the number one contender. Now it’s your time to prove why you’re the number one contender. See, I’ll give credit where credit is due. You’re one hell of a competitor Cactus and there is no doubt in my mind that you are championship material and that someday you’ll be champ….But not while I’m around. You see I seem to have your number and I have used you as a stepping stone to propel my self up the ladder.

Scream walks to the ladder inside the cage. He looks down at the steps which have various superstars names on the steps. The first step says Mastadon.

Scream

Mastadon, my first challenge upon entering P2PW. We had some hellacious battles and you sir were my first step.

Scream takes a step and continues up the ladder. He steps on several names as he continues up. He continues until he reaches Cactus’s name. He smirks and looks at it.

Scream

And then I met Cactus. Nobody said I could do it, nobody gave me credit but I did it. I dethroned the P2PW killer and took your International Title. But I took much more. You see that win meant more to me than that title. That win was the moment people took notice. I wasn’t just a contender any more. I was looked at as the real deal. But again I wasn’t given the credit I deserved. But I moved on.

Scream continues up the ladder and glares at the next step. Soul Reaper is written on it. He snorts deep down and spits a loogie on the step.

Scream

What can I say Reaper? You beat me by tossing me off a house. If I tossed you off the house maybe our outcome would be a little different, but I didn’t. After that match I trained like I have never trained before and I went to the next level. Yeah, our match was a step for me. A step in the right direction. A step towards the World Title.

Scream looks at the next step. It says “Blitz! Breakdown match.”

Scream

My first match back after being laid up in a hospital and I did the unthinkable. Call it what you want, I went through 9 other superstars including you Cactus, and became the Blitz, World Champion.

Scream looks as there are no steps left on the ladder. He turns and sits on the top of the ladder looking down.

Scream

No more steps? Yet there are. Since day one I climbed this ladder and did what many here couldn’t do. I made it to the top. People say once you’ve reached the top there is nowhere else to go but down. Only the weak think that way. For me this is still just the beginning. So I’ll sit here, on top, until someone has the fight to take me down. I’ll sit here on top until someone with more heart takes my place. But not tonight.

Scream looks around the cell.

Scream

Again I am the underdog. I am in your element Cactus. The only thing that separates us from the outside world is thick, flesh ripping barbed wire. Some say that I have it coming. I took from you twice and now it’s your turn to take from me. If that’s the case here it is.

Scream holds the World Title above his head with one arm

Scream

You want it? COME GET IT. I’m done proving myself to the people in the back. Tonight I will show everyone, including Cactus, why I am the Champion. Tonight inside this barbaric torture chamber I will dismantle you piece by piece. No holds barred no excuses. The clock is ticking Cactus. Who wants it more? Which one of us will dig deeper? Which one of us will walk through hell?

All good things must come to a beginning…..but some things will come to an end. Fitting slogan cause tonight Cactus, your existence will come to an end. Tonight many say that you’re going to drag me through hell. WELL I HAVE MY GASOLINE BOOTS ON AND I’M READY TO DANCE. THIS IS THE END OF THE ROAD FOR YOU CACTUS. NO STOPPING, NO DETOURS. TONIGHT I END IT. TONIGHT IT’S OVER.

[Hercules]

ecos
nin & spackle
Dollar Bill
stare
j_man

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

The screen is showing The Fizz backstage with Kacey Garcia and she begins to speck

Kacey Garcia: Tonight you are facing Starcrunch, Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill and J.T Blade. First of all what do you think of Starcrunch and Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill?

The Fizz: Well I think they have forgotten who I am. I am The Fizz and for Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill and J.T Blade. I am a female wrestler that supports all British people and unlike these scam bag American’s they have the best talent wrestlers that they have and be warned you three. Come to GENESIS and I will be the winner of the match and I promise you British fans that I will beat these pathetic American’s. Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill we have some history together when we faced each other at Blitz taping and you beat me far and square. This time I will beat you far and square and you better stay in the church because my friend you will be stuck in that church forever once I beat your ass Starcrunch, I don’t know you but I heard that you are a slut and one day I will become the women’s champion one day but for now you better keep quiet or else I will cause pain to you like you never seen an ass kicking from a girl before

The crowd boo

Kacey Garcia: What do you think of those comments from J.T Blade and what do you think of him?

The Fizz tells the cameraman to get the camera up close to her face

The Fizz: Well he sucks because he says that I have been falling flat since I came into Blitz. For your information J.T Blade. I don’t know what you’re talking about because I have beaten Steve T.K.O in my first match and you also said that I will be in my own pile of blood. Look at me Mr. J.T Blade I will leave you in your own pile of blood and I am going to beat your ass and win the match that goes to the other two as well.

Kacey Garcia: You country is your life and you wanted to go to TNT. Why do you want to go to TNT?

The Fizz: Because it is a better company. Did you know that I was at the TNT PPV and I thought it was good PPV? It was and I really want to join them because Blitz sucks more then TNT does and they produce better matches and also they will produce better matches for me and my opponents. When this draft of going to different shows is. TNT will pick me to get out of this pathetic useless show. I am going to show all my British fans that I have done the right thing and go to TNT.

The crowd still boo’s

The Fizz goes to the changing rooms.

My Votes
Eco’s
Chilly Willy & Vegeta
Myself
Stare
Soul Reaper

[Vegeta]

(“The Tiger” Vegeta and Chilly Willy are shown in their changing room, training for their tag- team match, later tonight. Both of them have been preparing hard for their match against NIN Horror and Spackle. Vegeta is working on his strength by lifting weights, while Chilly works on his cardio, running on the treadmill. The two of them are pushing their limits, trying to get in top shape, for quite possibly the toughest match of their careers. After almost the whole day in silence, Chilly Willy breaks that, asking the tough question.)

Chilly: You think we can win?

Vegeta: You’re the International Champion, and I’m a former Tag Champion. We can do it.

Chilly: But will that be enough?

Veg: You didn’t win that title for nothing.

Chilly: But what about you? Do you think you’re ready?

Veg: What do you think?

(Vegeta looks at Chilly as if he knows the answer to the question already.)

Chilly: You are. Sorry for doubting you. You even outlasted the person who is challenging for the World Title tonight, Cactus, in the Blitz Breakdown. You’re up there with the best.

Veg: Thanks man. But, let’s me a bit more realistic, our opponents are going to be tough as hell; I mean NIN has the opportunity to challenge for any title he desires. He’s one of the best wrestlers in P2PW, and although Spackle’s a complete idiot, he’s really talented in the ring. He’s like P2PW’s version of Eugene.

Chilly: We’re definitely seen as the underdogs.

Veg: Yeah, but I kinda like that- I do well under pressure, and if we can beat them, we’ll turn a lot of heads. Everyone on Blitz and P2PW will know that we’re major players. That’s got to be our motivations. Just think about it. If we beat these guys, we’ll be the one’s arguing over who gets the shot at the World Title.

(The two of them stop talking, realizing what this win tonight could actually do to their careers. It’s visible that the two of them are now putting in the next level of effort into their training.)

Chilly: At Genesis, there will be a new beginning. The beginning of our futures.

Vegeta: Yeah. A new era will begin at Genesis. The era of the Tiger.

(Vegeta then whispers to himself.)

Vegeta: And the era of the ice-dick!

(Vegeta drops the weights onto the floor and wipes the sweat off of his face with a towel and starts to drink some water.)

(Chilly Willy continues to run on the treadmill, but stops momentarily and talks agin, with a some what annoyed expression.)

Chilly: You know what’s really annoying about this match? It’s that this whole thing started because of a stupid miscommunication between our two parties.

Veg: Well, I don’t really care how it started. Sure they beat us down backstage, but we showed the world that we weren’t going to be intimidated by them, by getting involved in their main event match.

Chilly: Damn straight. It’s just like two Americans to attack foreigners, but they didn’t realize that both Canada and the UK aren’t going to take shit from anyone.

Veg: Exactly. Those yanks don’t know who they pissed off. It’s typical for them to attack us when we’re not expecting it, but come Genesis, we’re going to be the one’s who pull off the surprise, when we beat their asses.

Chilly: We’ve already outsmarted them. That prank was hilarious.

Veg: Yeah, NIN never saw it coming. The guy screamed like a girl.

Chilly: Well we saw Spackle pulling some soap around, so NIN must be the bitch of the two.

Veg: Ha! Yeah. Probably true. But at Genesis both of them will be our bitches.

Chilly: They will be, so says the Canadian Icon and the Tiger.

Veg: Enough pep talks Chilly. I think we better get down to business. We still need to be ready for them.

(Vegeta takes a sip of his drink, before lifting up a heavier set of weights. He starts to lifts them in a pattern, continuing to train. Chilly continues to run on the treadmill as the zeroin fades to black.)

[SoL]

Ecos
Chilly Willy & Vegeta
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
Trent Acid
SoL

promo coming rrrrrrrrright now!

[SoL]

"Down Rodeo" by Rage Against The Machine hits as the lights go out and spotlights start swining around the arena...they finally focus on the entry way as the man, SoL comes from behind the curtain. The crowd gives him a nice pop as he makes his way to the ring. He has a mic in hand.

SoL: Chicago, Illinois...the NEW BREED is in the building!
Crowd pops for him.

SoL: You know I'm really beginning to think the fans of the P2PW are gluttons for punishment...no matter how bad I trash you f'n posers you still cheer! I guess it's cool because I'm gonna continue to do my thing regardless, so if you want to cheer on the New Breed then by all means knock yourself out!
Crowd pops again.

SoL: But don't expect me to change because the Allah of Alliteration will continue to lay down the Verbal Vaccination of Dirt and Dilect in every city I step foot in, and Chicago you're no exception...let's not forget, like I told Chump Change's Ho's, a fine woman in Chicago would be considered a mud duck by Hollywood's standards...QUACK, QUACK Bitches!
SoL draws some boos, which makes him smirk.

SoL: Chicago this will be my third shot at P2PW gold. To get ready for this match I went back and evaluated everything about my previous two title shots and looked at what I did to prepare. While I have always been physically superior to any of my opponents, I realized that I didn't focus enough on getting my mind right...
SoL takes a pause to look around, a few peopel let out some "hoots" and "hollers."

SoL: So in preperation for this match, the first ever Fanatic Title Match, I felt as though I needed to focus on getting mentally prepared. So I started doing some thinking and realized that my recent return to the P2PW reminds me a lot of high school. So I made a trip to my alma mater, Harvard Westlake in North Hollywood to help me get mentally prepared, here's how the trip went...
Camera cuts in on a shot of the Harvard Westlake Football Field, where SoL is in the stands...

SoL: Lots of great memories here...hola P2PW fans, the New Breed here and welcome to Harvard Westlake, home of the Wolverines, and more important home to SoL. When I was thinking about my upcoming match at Genesis and my recent return to the P2PW I was reminded of my tme here at Harvard Westlake. During my last stint in the P2PW I didn't allow the fans to really get to know SoL all that well...maybe it was because I was too focused on allowing NATION'S WIFE to get to know me, and trust, she knows EXACTLY why they call me the NEW BREED!
SoL chuckles to himself.

SoL: But that's neither here nor there. So many of you probably didn't know that I come from what most of you would call a priviledged background. I've always been in position to have the world at my finger tips, and I took complete advantage of it. Which is how I ended up here, one of the top private schools in Southern California. Like my recent arrival back to the P2PW, I immediately took this place by storm. I was only here for my senior year but during that year I was captain of the football team, homecoming king, prom king, voted most likely to succeed, and of course, voted best smile in the senior class!
SoL flashes a cheesy smile.

SoL: See everywhere I go I make an impact, and just like at the P2PW, when I began to get popular here I had the jealous ones envious of me, mad because I was able to accomplish more in one year than they had in four years. Yep, sounds just like the P2PW...
Camera does a quick cut to SoL walking around the quad, and there are students hanging out, a lot of them notice SoL and are trying to get on camera.

SoL: Ah lunch, used to be my favorite time of the day. You know, high school is really just a microcosim of the real world. You have your different groups of people, you have the popular ones everyone likes, you have the people that wished they were popular, and you have the social outcast...me, I was always one of the popular ones!
SoL walks toward a group of guys wearing lettermen's jackets and girls that are trying their best to look like Paris Hilton. They all immediately stop what they're doing when they see SoL.

SoL: This right here is called "the horse shoe!" This is the area where the popular kids hang out at lunch time...this right here used to be MY spot. Hey Biff!
SoL taps a random kid on the shoulder.

SoL: Mind if I grab a seat right here? This is where all the cool kids still hang back right?

Brad: Uh, actually my name is Brad, and yeah this is where all the elite kick it...wait a minute I know you, you're SoL!

SoL: Damn straight Biff.

Brad: Fucking aye! Hey guys it's SoL! This is the guy who's picture is up in the weight room! Ah man we are not worthy!
All the guys with the jackets start bowing their heads and arms up and down in front of SoL, who is soaking it up as the girls are all smiling at him.

SoL: Alright, alright that's enough. Say Biff, I'm showing the P2PW fans around, do the trench coat mafia goth kids still eat lunch by the soda machines next to the science building?

Brads: Yeah, fuckin' DWEEBS!
Brad does a "meathead" laugh and high fives one of the other guys.

SoL: And all the virgins still eat in the cafeteria right?

Brad: HA! Yeah, fucking LAME!!!

SoL: Alright ladies and gents, it's been real but I have to get going. Say how did we do last year in football?

Brad: Uh, well actually we went 1-9...

SoL: WHAT! Biff are you shittin' me? 1-9! Damnit son what the hell are you slap dicks doing here playing grab ass and eating cheeseburgers!
SoL slap's Biff's...err, Brad's burger out of his hands.

SoL: GET YOUR ASSES ON THAT FIELD NOW! I want 20 100 yard wind sprints before lunch is over, MOVE IT!
All the guys with the lettermens jackets start running toward the field leaving SoL alone with the girls that were hanging out.

SoL: And next time go with the fish sandwich you pot bellied sumbitch! Oh hey ladies, sorry i had to get ugly there but I can't be having my boys not represent on the gridiron...so how old are you ladies?

Girls: (in unison)17!!!

SoL: 18, well alright!
SoL walks in between two of them and puts his arms around them...camera cuts to a shot of him walking toward the science building.

SoL: So at this point you're probably asking yourself what the hell this has to do with wrasslin? Well when I was thinking about my oppenents at the Pay Per View, they both reminded me of people I knew in high school...take Soul Reaper for example. Doom and Gloom reminds of me of these nut jobs over here.
SoL stops and looks at a group of about 6 goth kids eating there lunch by the soda machines.

SoL: See these goth kids are all the same. They blame the world for all their problems and impose depression on themselves, and for that they want people to feel sorry for them. Oh, "boo hoo, look at me, I dress in black and wear makeup because I'm expressing my inner self!" BULLSHIT!
SoL walks up to the goth kids.

SoL: Nice weather today huh?

Goth Kid1: Whatever...

Goth Kid2: Yeah, whatever...

SoL: See that's what I'm talking about...reality check boys, look up in the sky, the sun is shining BRIGHT! You live in Hollywood California, life is good! What you say we wipe off that make up and turn that frown upside down?

Goth Kid3: How could we...our world is filled with a bunch of pretentious assholes that care more about designer clothes and perfect skin than our facist government!

SoL: Oh here we go, WHOA IS ME, I'm a rich priviledged kid that drives a Lexus and my life is miserable.

Goth Kid4: Hey screw you man! You don't understand, no one understands! But one day you will understand!

SoL: What do you mean one day we'll understand? Hey what the hell were you kids talking about before I got here, you planning on shooting up my school? Hey you, what are you doing there, what's that in your hand?
SoL walks over to one of the goth kids who has something in his hands...SoL roughs him up, snatches the device from his hands and slams him on the soda machine...the other goth kids are frozen with fear.

SoL: All right Columbine, spread them (SoL pats him down like he's a cop)...so what's this here huh, some type of bomb you were planning on using to blow up the science lab?

Goth Kid5: It's my PSP, DICK!

SoL: PSP? What the hell, is that Emo for "TnT"?

Goth Kid6: No it's a video game asshole!

SoL: Oh, well I guess that explains the music, ha...well here I guess you can have it back. I'll let you all go this time but don't you Marylin Mansons get any funny ideas!
The goth kids get their things and walk off, one of them flips off SoL as they leave.

SoL: Phew, that was a close one!
Camera cuts to a shot of SoL walking into the cafeteria.

SoL: Alright now here's the cafeteria. The only people that eat here are freshmen, student government nerds, and people not cool enough to hang in the horse shoe. Like this f'n poser right here!
SoL walks up to a table where a guy wearing an oversized football jersey and a backwards cap is standing up talking to the others sitting at the table.

Guy: So yeah I was like, yo coach put me in, I'll lay the hat! And he told me to sit down, and you know why?

SoL: Oh, I know this one! "Because you're a BLACK MAN?
Everyone stops and looks at SoL all confused.

Guy: Nah man, I was gonna say because coach is a hater...but that "because I'm a black man" thing sounds pretty good, I think I'm gonna start using that!
The guy starts giving daps to all his boys all around the table.

SoL: Have you ever stop to think that he didn't put you in because you suck?
Everyone around the table starts saying "OOOOOH"

Guy: Ah hell naw...first off I'm way better than anyone on that sorry ass team, second off who the fuck are you coming up in here trying to diss me?

SoL: Little boy, you better appologize before I embarass you infront of your little boy band you got going on here!

Guy: Nah man, you're just a hater, just like everyone else! The coaches, the teachers, those punk ass kids that kick it in the horse shoe! They're all stuck up haters!

SoL: Haters? Please you're like 100 pounds wearing XXL football jerseys, I wouldn't let you on my football field either, let alone hang out with you.

Guy: Oh you think you know what's up? Then show me something, lets have a push up contest, I bet I'll beat you...just like my nigga J Man is gonna beat that ass at Genesis!
All the kids at the table start screaming, "OOOOOH." SoL smirks.

SoL: All right Skee Lo, you're on.
They both get in push up position.

Guy: Aight, when I say go, go...Ready, set, GO!
The guy starts doing push up as fast as he can, SoL remains still then out of no where he reaches out and pulls the Guy's hands from underneath him, causing him to hit the ground face first. SoL starts smiling as he stands up.

SoL: Man please, you think the New Breed is gonna break a sweat for some punk ass refer burn out! Here's the deal, there are two types of people in this world...those who sit back in the stands like J Man that make excuses and talk about "what if," and those who are out on the field making plays, making it happen...I'll let you figure out which category you fit in, and which category I fit.
SoL smiles and walks out. Camera cuts to SoL in the weight room. He is wearing work out gear and sitting on a bench press bench, where 300lbs racked, and his senior picture is hanging behind him.

SoL: Well that concludes our little tour at Harvard Westlake, I hope you all enjoyed it, now I must get back to my work out...I'll catch you all at Genesis!
SoL puts in the headphones to his IPod in his ears and leans back to start lifting...[/color]Camera cuts back to the arena where SoL is standing and the crowd is cheering.[/i]

SoL: Not a whole lot has changed since high school…I’m still the most popular kid in school!
Crowd pops.

SoL: I took that trip to help me mentally prepare for my opponents. Soul Reaper, you come out here with your Doom and Gloom video packages of you from the graveyard, talking about death, thinking you’re actually putting fear in someone’s heart! But I see right through it Reaper, it’s YOU who’s afraid. You’re afraid of success, that’s why you couldn’t handle being champion. People like you, like those goth kids at Harvard Westlake, you’re all a like, when the going gets tough you hide behind a mask. The makeup, the dark gear, the smoke and mirrors, it’s all a mask Reaper, a mask that you use to hide your fear, but unfortunately for you I see right through it!
SoL is staring intensely at the camera.

SoL: And J Man…you’re like Mr. Push Up in the cafeteria. Just an angry guy that believes you’re bigger than what you actually are. J Man you think the little success you’ve built constitutes you as being a star? J Man, like I told you from day one, you’re nothing but a Sambo. They pay you a little money to act like a fool and you do it with a smile. And the funny thing is you don’t even realize what they’re doing to you, and you get mad when “the man” doesn’t give you the opportunity you think you deserve…well I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. The reason why you constantly pay dues, and you still lose, is because A. you suck, and B. they don’t respect you…and you know something else, neither do I!
SoL smiles as the crowd pops for him again.

SoL: Reaper, J Man, make sure you keep that free Genesis T Shirt they stuffed in your locker, because that will be the only piece of memorabilia you will have from this night…because the tonight the NEW BREED will leave Chicago as the first ever Fanatic Champion…and there is nothing you can do about it, HIT MY MUSIC!
“Down Rodeo” by Rage Against The Machine hits as SoL drops the mic and exits the ring to a good crowd response.

-fin-

[_the j-man]

HONK, HONK, HONK!!! A yellow taxi drives by the road, as it goes past the camera we see Smokey & _the j-man standing next to a hot dog stand. Smokey is wearing a nice suit as he sips on some water, and _the j-man is wearing the cover of 'Roots' on his t-shirt as he eats a hot-dog. The camera comes up closer as we see Smokey smile a little bit. Suddenly, that loud obnoxious voice is heard as Smokey starts talking.

Smokey:
Here we are in the greatest city in the world... HOLLYW...

_the j-man:
Yo, Hollywood isn't a city man.

Smokey:
What?

_the j-man:
Are you deaf? Hollywood isn't a city... West Hollywood is.

Smokey:
HAHAHA! That's too much man, that's too much, you west coast boys. [Smokey looks around Hollywood for a second.] Yeah this piece of trash area can't be a city, too many bums. No wonder your "homie" SoL likes this place so much, he fits right in. [Smokey looks towards the camera again.] That's right, SoL! You, the "New Breed", the one man in P2PW that knows how to give himself a blow-job. It's quite impressive really. I mean I was touched when I saw you go back to your old High-School, I sat there and I thought... Man this fool wasn't smart enough to get into college!

_the j-man:
HAH! No you didn't, Smoke... Oh no you didn't!

Smokey:
This chump-ass negro, this walking sideshow that P2PW puts out is hilarious! This guy harasses under-age boys and tries to sleep with underage girls. Really trying to relive high-school since the boy, though he'll try to make you believe otherwise, hadn't gotten tail when he was trying to prepare to be a "star". It's quite obvious the man wasn't a hot-shot football player otherwise he wouldn't have become a sideshow wrestler. He's quite delirious in his own thinking, frisking kids, bullying a rich boy with a PSP. Then someone with some brains tells it like it is, that _the j-man is going to whoop his ass at Genesis and all the little shit SoL can do is bully him. Real mature there, "sambo". [Smokey covers his mouth for a second then a smirk appears on his face.] I've never seen such an over-hyped piece of garbage, then I've seen in SoL. When he returned I saw P2PW Management get down on there hands and knees, blowing him like he was former President Bill Clinton! But we all know why Management loves him so much and that's because he listens to the WHITE MAN! He's turned his god damn back on his own people since he was in High-School! He listened to his White Coach, he listened to the white girls as they went out with WHITE MEN, crushing SoL's dreams to make him into the insecure prick he's turned out to be right now. And that's just a tip of the ice-berg. Then we have Soul Reaper... What can you say that hasn't already been said... Everyone has it correct, he's washed-up, his best times are behind him now and he isn't even the favorite to win the match, hell he's the favorite actually to be the one pinned or submitting in this match-up! Check Las Vegas baby, the odds are in none-other than _the j-man's favor.

_the j-man holds his hand up to Smokey as he finishes his hot dog. _the j-man wipes his mouth with a napkin, paying the hot-dog stand clerk and tipping him. He smiles as he looks to Smokey, and then _the j-man starts speaking as we hear more horns heard and people screaming and yelling on the nasty streets (believe me, Hollywood is pretty gross and WAY over-rated) of Hollywood.

_the j-man:
It's that time once again, Smokey! I mean it's funny how Las Vegas gets it right, they know who the true champion is! P2PW on the other hand, Mary and his management team, the Racist Squad, what do they do? They've made this little title so the fans can vote, they knew that the fans wanted to watch me wrestle, they probably thought I was going to get a World Heavyweight Championship shot. What did they end up doing? They ended up making that poll for the "Holding the Black Man Down" Championship! And I'm not even their favorite to win, it's that Uncle Tom kiss-ass, SoL that then want to win! Hell if I was Soul Reaper right now, I will feel a little screwed over on the whole situation as well. Mary was trying to protect her precious signed match for Genesis, Soundscream vs. Cactus, two men that single-handidly screwed me over in the Blitz! Breakdown match, so instead of it being _the j-man vs. Soul Reaper or _the j-man vs. SoL for the World Heavyweight Championship, they created this garbage belt, that's right you heard me I said it! THIS GARBAGE TITLE was created to keep me away from the spotlight. Smokey, took me back and told me this was an opportunity, I could do something bigger, I could make this championship title bigger than the World Heavyweight Championship. I began to listen, I liked what I heard, and now instead of being extremely bitter, I'm only a tad bitter this time because I know I could make this Championship belt bigger than the World Heavyweight Title itself. I've already created a bigger name for myself in P2PW, I've earned them bigger ratings and I'm about to earn them a Match of the Year candidate. You know something is wrong when I'm getting MOTY and the World Title match is barely being talked about.

Smokey:
Speak the truth, J-Man. SPEAK THE TRUTH!

_the j-man:
SoL, you thought you were the flashy one, you thought you had it all going your way. Calling yourself the New Breed, harassing people that you knew wouldn't step up to you. Yet, the times you've actually tried to get in my face, what happened? That's right I laid your ass out on the ground. SoL you live in your own hype, in a dream world, you wanted to focus and what did you do? You picked on some high-schoolers, real classy, it shows how much of a joke you are. You remind of the characters in Bamboozled, you're a disgrace to your race! Trying to tell me that I'm a sideshow for Blitz, look in the mirror pal. You're the one coming out, ripping on your own people, ripping on Deacon Dollar Bill, you're being played as a fool. I on the other hand, I'm earning World Heavyweight Title shots, I'm becoming a bigger name than the whole P2PW roster, and I've done that in 6 months. It's been over a year for you and just now you're getting your 3rd title shot! I've already beat 2 P2PW Champions in non-title matches, I had the World Heavyweight Title won until I was conveniently screwed over. I've dealt with more champions in my small amount of time here then you could ever wish in your career, SoL. It's pathetic what a joke you really are, you live in your own hype and your hype smells like shit. I literally sat there shaking my head, watching you pick up on some 17 year old women, are you too afraid to actually go after a 19 year old, you want to live dangerous, you want to fit that black stereo-type and earn yourself a one way ticket to jail? This is what wrestling means to you? How can I take a man like yourself, seriously? Really how can I do that? You don't even take yourself seriously, "sambo". Your whole game is nothing more than, "How much trash can I talk today?" The only problem with that is, you actually have to back your trash up.

_the j-man takes off his leather jacket handing it to Smokey, _the j-man reveals some scars as he grins for a second, he takes a look back into the camera.

_the j-man:
Soul Reaper, lets not forget the battles you and I have, I still remember what you did to me 2 months ago. Trying to fry my face to pieces over in Europe, you're one sick son of a bitch, you and I go way back. None of these men really know the battles you and I have endured. The one thing though when I think about you is, how can exact my revenge? How can I take this Icon in P2PW out for good, I've taken you out before but I've never been able to open the casket up and put a stake to your heart. I haven't been able to bury the Mighty Soul Reaper, but now I have the opportunity in a Ladder Match. It's so cool I think that I get to showcase my skills in a Ladder Match, it favors my style and my abilities perfectly. Soul Reaper, I know you pride yourself on your wrestling skills. You pride yourself in intimidating people. But you see, the one advantage I have over anyone else when it comes to facing you is that... I know you're human. I know the same trouble you're going through, the same frustrations, "Why am I being screwed over?" It's a good question really. I was discount your history in the business, it's a beautiful resume. The fact remains, my resume is better. To this day, I find a way to get to the top, I've been around for 4 years main events in all wrestling federations I grace, putting out 5 star matches, making sure when people watch me, they actually get there's money worth. Though no matter how much you entertain the fans, you'll still be held back, you'll still be second best. And you know why? Because you don't get on your knees and suck the cock or eat the pussy, in Mary's case of Blitz! Which I can give you an ounce of respect for. You don't listen to anyone.

Smokey:
J-Man, let them know what you're going to do at Genesis! Let them know the Truth, lets them know how a real star shines in this business!

_the j-man:
At Genesis, I'm going to take that title, I'm going to rename it, "Holding the Black Man Down" Championship. I'm going to let them know they made a mistake in not giving me my title shot. I'm going to prove to everyone, without a shadow of a doubt, that I'm the best Superstar that Blitz! has to offer, hell the WHOLE P2PW has to offer. When that bell rings, be prepared, because I'm going to unleash the one thing, the one simple thing that I know how to do, that scare people shitless when they see me and that is WRESTLING! I pride myself on being the greatest wrestler in the business, I pride myself knowing that night in and night out, I can beat any one of these men in the locker room's. I don't bullshit, I don't hide the facts, I know I'm better than you! Once I get into that ring this Sunday, I'm going to prove that the words I speak are the TRUTH! And you know why...?!

Smokey:
BECAUSE HE'S A BLACK MAN! THAT'S WHY!

_the j-man smiles as Smokey smiles to _the j-man, patting him on the back. The two of them turn away from the camera and start walking down the ratty streets of Hollywood as they walk away we go down to a customized Hollywood walk-of-fame star, and it says "RESERVED for _THE J-MAN!" With those final words, the camera fades out to black.

[Spackle]

(The scene opens on Spackle’s face, which is upside down. His dreads are dangling, and his sunglasses are tethered to his head with a rubber band. The camera zooms out to see he is wearing a wifebeater and some track pants, and is hanging upside down in a doorway. The camera moves up to look at his feet, which are inside a pair of gravity boots. The camera moves back down to Spackle, who is completely limp. (heh) The cameraman reaches past the camera and nudges Spackle, who sways back and forth a bit. He nudges him again, and this time, he comes out of his stupor.)

Spackle: Bah. What do you want?

Cameraman: I’m here to uh… get your thoughts on you match at Genesis? The boss said you needed to hype it up a bit.

(Spackle stares at the camera a bit, then sighs. He pulls his upper body up to the boots, and tries to unlatch his feet. After a minute of trying to get himself undone, he resumes his upside-down position. He crosses his arms, and looks at the camera.)

Spackle: I’m waiting.

(A moment goes by.)

Cameraman: …for what?

Spackle: For you to ask me a fucking question!

Cameraman: Uhh… don’t you want some help getting down?

Spackle: Hey, I’m up here cause I want to be up here, and I don’t need your help. Now ask a fucking question.

Cameraman: Okay, uhh… how long have you been up there?

(Spackle looks off camera, probably at a clock.)

Spackle: Well, I blacked out for a while, but I’d say about two hours.

Cameraman: And how often do you do this?

Spackle: Every day, sometimes twice.

(A silence passes.)

Cameraman: That explains a lot.

Spackle: Huh?

Cameraman: Nothing. You know, I’m not paid to interview people, I think I’ll go get someone else to do this.

(The camera turns towards the door, only to be met face to face by Jack Kent. The cameraman jumps back startled.)

Cameraman: Christ! Don’t do that!

(Jack frowns and walks over to Spackle, who’s still hanging around. He sets up a steel chair he has, and sits down.)

Jack: Cameramen are meant to be neither seen nor heard. Now shut the hell up.

(Jack turns to Spackle, and pulls out some cards from his front pocket.)

Jack: As always, it’s good to have you on, Spackle.

Spackle: On what? How did you get in my room, you worthless cunt?

Jack: I used a credit card to jimmy the lock.

Spackle: A credit card?

(Spackle stares at Jack.)

Jack: …fine, a blockbuster card. Anyways, I heard through your air vent that you needed someone with my particular talents. So, I took the liberty of writing a few questions out on these cards. So, Spackle, how do you feel about your match against blank at blank?

Spackle: What? You mean the tag match at Genesis?

Jack: I do now!

Spackle: Okay… well, I saw both Willy and ‘Geter running their gums, and honestly, neither could come up with a valid reason why they consider themselves on the same level as me and Ninny.

Jack: Interesting, tell me more about blank.

Spackle: Well, Willy seems to think that having a title won for him gives him some sort of upper hand. Now, if he had won the title under his own power, and if he had had it for a little bit longer, He’d still be a worthless piece of shit. Why? Because one: It’s the most worthless, meaningless “title” this place can muster, and that’s saying something. And two: He’s Chilly fuckin’ Willy. Scream won it for him, he managed to squeak by his ex, StarCunt, and then when he goes up against token black guy #4, he goes down as if he was hit by a tank. But you are right, Willy. I don’t have a title. You know why that is? Because I don’t really want one, and this place has been happy to oblige, constantly shielding it’s champions by forcing Ninny and I into random tag matches. And what do you know, the big show, the show where Ninny should be winning a world title, and they’re tossing us in another meaningless match. Aggravating. Now, Willy, I’m sure you’ll say I’m not getting a match worth my time because I wouldn’t “Impress my boss by doing what he tells me”. That’s a pretty fancy way to dress up prostitution, Willy, but whatever. Either way, I’ll get what I deserve, and I’ll do it by impressing the boss with your bloody scalp.

(The door can be heard opening off-screen, and the camera turns to see NIN Horror walk in. He looks at the camera, then over at Jack and Spackle.)

NIN: Christ Spack, I don’t even want to know what you’re doing.

(NIN walks over to Spackle, and hits the front of the shoes. Suddenly, the shoes detach from the bar and Spackle crumples to the floor, landing on his neck. NIN steps over him, and walks through the now-vacant doorway, and into a bathroom where he shuts the door. Spackle picks himself up, and walks over to a couch. Jack is right behind him with his folding chair, and as Spackle sits down on the couch, Jack sets up his chair and sits down as well.)

Spackle: Now, the other one. ‘Geter. The guy who hasn’t been doing a damn thing since he got his face stomped in by his own cousin. The very same cousin who he won the “dead in the water” titles with. More then a fucking year ago. It doesn’t really matter, he could have been sucking at the tit of the Holy Ghost until he hit puberty, he isn’t doing shit to keep people’s interest now.

(Spackle takes the rubber band he was using to keep his glasses on off his head, and flings it at Jack’s face.)

Jack: Ow.

Spackle: You know, I was a little mad when these two started flapping their rather large mouths. But then I heard the shit that was coming out of them, and I realized that the only use for those big mouths is to suck some big cocks. You want to talk down to me about wrestling? Every goddamn week, I… wait, scratch that. I forgot that I was only being booked every other month here. Anyways, every time I have a match, my opponents seem to think that my wrestling experience goes back less then a year, that P2PW trained me, that they taught me their way of doing things, and then shit me out. I’ve been wrestling nearly half my life, and I’ve been tagging with Ninny for every single year I’ve been wrestling. It shows, when Ninny and I are consistently booked in rubbish tag matches against the “main-event” talent, and we destroy them every single time. Now, I can’t honestly say I’ve been studying up on you two, but I can tell you this: Ninny and I are a better tag team then you two, or anybody else for that matter. Neither of you deserve any respect, or even recognition of any sort. But, for whatever reason, the head honcho’s decided that you’d get a shot at Ninny and I. If you were to beat us, people would start to respect you, to believe you two are credible wrestlers in some obscure way.

(Spackle smiles.)

Spackle: Nah, that won’t happen. Be prepared to get your own legs crammed up your asses, come blank. I mean Genesis.

(Spackle gets up, and heads towards the bathroom that Ninny went into. He then starts banging on the door.)

Spackle: NINNY! HURRY UP! All that Ramen I ate has been sloshing around in my stomach, and I don’t know which way it’s coming out, but if it doesn’t go in the toilet, it’s going in your gym bag!

(Spackle continues to bang on the door, as the camera fades out.)

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=blue,2,30]Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now[/glow]


*The scene opens on a raucous public gathering in a classy, late 1800’s train station. There are big posters and banners hanging everywhere, but there’re all in Macedonian, due to the setting being Skopje, Macedonia. The scene cuts to a traditional band, like with trumpets and clarinets and the like. They start playing uppity bandstand music as the camera cuts to some shots of the jovial crowd. Confetti and streamers start coming down as a train whistle blows. The camera cuts to the back of a train, which seems to be the center of attention. Here we find NIN Horror waving to the crowd. NIN is wearing blue jeans, a big brown fur coat, a black, “Jones Soda Co.” t-shirt, and the CWA World Title Belt. The train starts to pull out, and the crowd follows it briefly as it picks up speed. The train pulls out of the station and the people go into the distance. The camera cuts back to the back of the train as NIN opens a door behind him and enters the train. The scene cuts to inside a very nice, antique looking room, which happens to be NIN’s private car. NIN hangs his coat on a coat hanger, puts the CWA World belt on top of the pool table, and sits down in a big red leather office chair. *

NIN: So here we are, almost five months after WF2, almost five months after I beat Chilly Willy and Vegeta in the same match, and almost five months after I won the title shot of my choice. So almost five months after winning the most important match in p2p history, management still has me in filler matches against jobbers. More than a month ago when I tried cashing in my title shot, management came up with some bullshit contender fiasco just to keep me away from titles for a little while longer. Now when the match came around to prove that I was the true number one contender, management covered it’s ground by having Trent Acid run out and ruin the match. And then, when I had the chance to prove I was leaps and bounds ahead of Scream and Trent, management had Chilly Willy and Vegeta run out and ruin the match. Now, instead of owning up like a man and just saying, ‘NIN, you’re too good for us, please don’t make our whole operation look like a joke’ management did what any no good trash bag would do, and did everything in it’s power to hold me down. Months of filler matches with clowns, no title shots, no programs, you get the idea. Now, when management wants to keep my away from the titles, it puts me in a pointless feud with the Sri Lankan Billy Baldwin and the International Title Holder (I refuse to say champion).

*NIN looks away in frustration, and looks back at the camera. *

NIN: Putting me in a match with Chilly or Vegeta is a joke, but putting me in a feud with both of them is just wrong. What is Chilly Willy? Before Scream won the Ibelt for him, Chilly Willy was no more than opening match ‘enhancement talent’. After he obtains the Ibelt, he has no real title defenses, and when put against an actual wrestler like _the j-man in a non-title match, Chilly is beaten badly. What was Chilly Willy before getting a belt? A generic stereotype opener. What is Chilly after getting a belt? A generic stereotype midcarder. What does Chilly do before and after every show, custodial work, fetching coffee, shinning shoes, you name it. This is what Chilly means by “impressing your boss”. While Chilly is running errands and licking boot, I am counting the money from my various royalty checks, I am drinking the best spirits and eating the best food. I show up when I want, and I leave when I want, because I can. Chilly Willy can “impress the boss” his whole career but he will never be where I am. Chilly thinks he is some great Canadian Icon like a Bret Hart of days past, but he is no more than some dumb canuck with p2p brand, Home Grown Talent. On his Best day, Chilly couldn’t draw a dozen people in his beloved Canada, but just yesterday, I drew some 14,000 screaming wrestling fans from every corner of the Balkan Powder Keg. No one east of Paris has ever heard of Chilly Willy, but the people of this rustic, armpit of the world peninsula have heard of, love, and pay good money to see NIN Horror, and do you know why?

*NIN picks the CWA World Belt off the pool table and holds it up to the camera. *

NIN: Because of this. This Title means I’m the best in the World, not because I just say that but because I defend it all over the world. Skopje, Georgetown, Havana, New Deli, Tehran, St. Petersburg, Arlington, Bangkok, do you see where I’m going with this? My Title defenses are not against Starcrunch in whatever the next town is, but against the top wrestlers in regions and countries that a joke like you Chilly will never see. The CWA World Title means, I Am Pro Wrestling. I am not the guy that got lucky with the hot potato title. Chilly, you are not a good wrestler, and I’m guessing you have no charisma, because I don’t think I’ve ever head anyone read a script so poorly before. You, or who ever wrote your little “promo” doesn’t know shit about nothin. Spackle and I have been a tag team longer than you’ve been wrestling probably. I’ve been in more tag and stable wars than you can imagine. I’ve won more titles than you’ll ever know of, most of which have a higher monetary value than your whole house. And lastly I don’t think you even know what psychological means. You cost me a match and threw water on me, har har. I’m not mad at you for that, I’m mad at you for being a disgrace to wrestling. I have never lost my cool in a match, and you can drop dead right now if you think you’ll have any advantage over me at Genesis. If I was that mad at you, I wouldn’t have it out in some match with you. I would burn down your house, rape your girlfriend, shoot your dog, and sell your parents into slavery, if it’s not too late in the day. Chilly, I have enough money to make you disappear, but I have the power in my own fists to make you disappear from the public eye. I could tear out your brain stem if I wanted to, and end your embarrassing farce of an existence, but I’m not that nice of a guy. Instead, I will let you live after Genesis, but you will be in a state of such physical pain you won’t want to live anymore, you will be ostracized from any community for your humiliating destruction, and you will be unlucky if you retain any of your already faulty reasoning and thought skills. At Genesis I will show you what a REAL champion can do, and if you aren’t forced to forfeit the International Title, you will do so on your own accord because of your overwhelming shame. Chilly, pray to your god of choice that this is the last time you and I are in a ring together, because you don’t want to see my bad side.

*NIN sets the CWA World Title back on the pool table and stands from the chair. He walks over to a fully stocked bar, and grabs a bottle of Sköl Vodka. He twists off the cap, takes a drink, and sets the bottle on the bar. NIN takes a seat on a barstool, and faces the camera. *

NIN: Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta. I don’t know whether to laugh, or to laugh. What have you done since losing the Tag Titles last March? Nothing. You’ve been put on “C” shows, put in filler matches, opening matches, and have just about been forgotten. Vegeta, you need to realize something, you need to realize that you have no future. There is nothing for you after p2p, there is nothing for you even now. You aren’t relevant, good, or even acceptable. You just barely slide by because a few fans still know who you are. You are no one. You are not even an ethnic stereotype jobber. You’re just a bland jobber, despite the fact that you’re just as dumb and ignorant as any Englishman. Spackle and I are white, and we don’t use accents, so there for we must be rough ridin’ fightin’ Yankee men. Way to make an ass of your people Veg, Spackle is a proud natural-born Canadian citizen, and I have spent half my life out of America. That’s all you are Vegeta, a dumb, broken shell of your former self. You are now nothing more than that guy that’s related to Aladdin. This match at Genesis may be the final nail in the coffin of your career. Where do you go after Genesis? Who the fuck cares? That’s what you are to the world Veg, some guy takin up space on the roster. You should be lifting all the weights you can, because you’ll need all the help you can get. After Genesis, you will probably be fired, and then you will disappear, because nobody cares about you. You’re only claim to history will be a small entry on the list of champions of the now Defunct p2p Tag Titles. Vegeta, do not pass go, and do not collect 200 dollars, your time imitating a wrestler is over, pack up your bags and try not to let the door hit you on the way out. I have nothing more to say about my opponents at Genesis, Blitz!’ first par per screw, at least that’s how I feel. If management wants to keep holding me down after Genesis, there will be grave consequences.

*NIN takes another long drink of Sköl Vodka as the camera fades to black. *



[glow=blue,2,30]I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow[/glow]

[Scream]

My votes

Eco’s
Chilly Willy & Vegeta (balance it out a bit)
Bishop
Stare vs Trent (still deciding)
Reaper, j-man, SoL (still deciding)

[Cactus]

Scene opens showing a high school prom, couples are slowly dancing, each person is lost in their own little world. The camera pans round everyone is having a good time, eating, drinking, posing for their prom pictures with their dates. The hall is lit up by hundreds of smiling faces.

Voice “Tonight they have no worries, tonight they dance and laugh knowing that they still have the one last freedom known to man, the freedom of choice! It does not matter that 30% of them will end up with a teenage pregnancy, 40% will go to a dead-end job, 25% of them will go to prison and only 5% of them will succeed in their lives. Tonight is all about hope for them. They have the freedom of choice, just like tonight I have the freedom of choice.”

The camera pans round randomly, past the dance floor, past the buffet, past the photographer, and past the chaperones. It goes out past a couple of guys having a sly smoke in the car park. Then we see the source of the voice, sitting on the hood of a beat up Cadillac Elderado smoking a cigarette. Dressed in combats, boots and a hooded top, the tip of the cigarette is visible. His face is briefly illuminated as he takes a drag, blows out the smoke and flicks the butt away.

He slides down the hood and motions to the cameraman to join him in the car, it is a balmy night so the hood is down. Cactus fires the car up and despite its beat up appearance the engine is sound and it purrs to life. They pull out of the car park and onto the highway. Cactus hood is blown down, his appearance is dishevelled, and it looks like he has not shaved for a week.

Cactus “Tonight is the night! Tonight is the night that SoundScream and I end this once and for all. Tonight it’s the rubber match. Tonight blood will flow like water as we step into the first ever barbed wire hell in a cell match.

Tonight it all changes, we change Mike, we change as well. Tonight you will see why barbed wire will change you. My body is like a noughts and crosses board, barbed wire is nothing but an old friend of mine. But you, you have tried to be hardcore in the past, but I take it to a whole different level.”

Cactus shakes a smoke out of a packet of Marlboro reds, pushes in the cigarette lighter and the dash. He lights his smoke then continues talking.

Cactus “You see its all about choice and Mike, you don’t seem to know what to choose. You break into the P2PW as the big bad, but then you win the title, with a little help from yours truly, and the next thing is you’re the biggest babyface in the whole company. Sure you act all tough but when it comes down to it you are now a corporate kiss ass!

Just think, after tonight you will be different. The physical wounds will heal but the mental ones? You think you had it bad when Soul Reaper threw you through a window! Hell son a few little cuts because the glass broke. How about tonight when I throw you into the cage and you stick were you land. A hundred little barbs sticking into your body, slowly ripping your flesh from your bones. Hearing the patter of blood dripping out of you onto the canvas. Are you ready for that? I know I am!”

The car turns into the arena amid a screeching of tires, coming to a stop mere inches away from the wall. We can hear the cameraman swear under his breath. Cactus stands, flicks his hood back up, and lights another cigarette. They walk through the back door and work their way through a maze of corridors until they come out onto the floor. The arena is in total darkness except of the ring which has a spotlight on it. There is a dark looming shadow above the ring and as we get closer the shape of the cell can be seen.

Cactus and the cameraman get in. Cactus waves to the back and the cell lowers its self over the ring. The camera does a quick full turn, taking in the cell in its entirety. The camera focuses back on Cactus who is leaning against the barbed wire wall.


Cactus “ You see, Mike, how many photo calls can you make when your face looks like you got hit with a cheese grater? How many calendar shoots can you do when you body looks like a dogs chew toy? I don’t care about these things, I will not become a hypocrite, I will not shake hands with the fans, and I will not kiss babies.

I will defend the title every night anytime, any place any type of match! But I will not bow down to corporate bullshit.

I will give you a little taste of what you can expect.”

Cactus grabs the cameraman, as the camera drops to the floor, Cactus punches the cameraman in the face staggering him. He drags the cameraman over to the side of the cell and suplex’s him into the barbed wire. The man screams but he is stuck upside down on the wall of the cell.

Cactus backs off then charges in with a knee to the mans face knocking him out, the camera catching all this. Cactus stalks over to the camera looks down, makes the cutthroat sign into the camera before stomping on the lens sending us to static.

[soulreaper]

The scene opens to Soul Reaper sitting on a table in his lockerroom...which has yet to be completely destroyed this time around. He sits atop his table with his feet planted on the chair close by, one hand holds his head, his other arm sits in his lap. Thinking about everything, and yet thinking of nothing at the same time, almost emotionless he sits there. He doesn't even look to the camera and starts to speak.

"Its funny, I should be going into this match semi excited, upbeat, and with an attitude that I can't come back without the new title. Yet for some reason, I just don't care as much. You see, I've done so many things in my career already up to this point that eclipse this match, that I just can't find it in me to be overjoyed with this match up. In one corner you have a guy that I've known since I started, somebody who's even a veteran to me, SoL. A man that has won 2 championships that I've personally seen. Tag team gold with his old partner Mr. Stone of the long departed Westside Connection and also he held the World Championship of the PWA for more than a year. Here, on the other hand, he is virtually a nobody, just another guy that came in, made a minor impression and then without warning, he dissapeared like a phantom. Only to make his grand reappearance here and what happens with him? He gets thrown into a match because nobody could figure out a better way to utilize him. I mean you see him around the locker room. He's cool, calm, ladies man type figure that seems to garner fan support even when he doesn't want it. To be honest I would assume that he's the best candidate for this belt. 'The Fanatic Title' a championship for the fans. SoL has many fans, so in reality, he probably should have just been handed this title and all would have been fine... but no, Myself, SoL, and _the j-man all have to fight in a ladder match for this title. That seems outrageously ridiculous."

Reaper slides off the table and grabs a shirt from it, he uncovers a few magazines that were under the shirt, but pays no attention to those as we are now focused on this shirt with a skull in front of a weed leaf, which is on fire.

"You see this shirt? This is a shirt from across the ocean. ELITE's official shirt for me and _the j-man. $oulFlow is what I'm referring to...me and j-man have done many things over our respective careers including teaming up and winning gold together. Eventually his ego blew up and had to be put in check so I figured that I'd make his face look like bacon in a electicity laced steel cage. Meanwhile here in P2PW we've had nothing to do with eachother and all of a sudden we're fighting eachother... why? What purpose does it serve? He's got nothing that I want, and I have nothing he wants. I've beaten his ass all over the country and he has scattered wins against me..mostly through various forms of cheating. So really for us to compete against eachother again seems like a waste of time. Not to mention the fact that when he was given the chance he beat the reigning champion of the time, Nation...and yet NOTHING came from that. Again I'm forced to ask why? Its certainly not because he's the most ignorant, racist, and egotistical BLACK MAN! Theres something else going on here. I mean why else do we have 3 of the BEST wrestlers in the same match for a title that has yet to be given any sort of publicity? Hell _the j-man doesn't even want the fuckin' thing. But he's being forced to compete in this match for basically no real reason. He beat the ex-champ, and was the runner up in the battle royal due to interferance...and the best he's being given is a shot at this nothing title. Its crap like that, that makes me think theres almost a conspiracy going on. Doesn't matter to me, I'll run through whoever is put up to sacrifice, just like always."

Reaper tosses the shirt away and then grabs the magazines from off the table. All of them say "Most Hated Man in Wrestling" or something to that effect and show a picture of Soul Reaper. Reaper looks at them one at time. He scoffs at them as he looks at them and then tosses away. He then looks to the camera again.

"I've been getting a lot of shit from the management about downplaying this new title, but honestly its for the fans, and its always been clear that fans don't give 2 shits about me. If you noticed those magazines, you would have noticed that theres no real reason for me to be in a 'Fanatic' Title match, considering the people hate my guts. I personally don't care, because quite frankly I just like beating people around. Whether or not the people like me anymore just doesn't come in to play. My concern isn't with the fans right now... its more with who the hell is running this show. I mean it was plainly obvious that I should have been number 1 contender. My creditials speak for themself and people know that when I was champion this whole company boomed, and yet again somebody that is a proven player in this company was passed up.. If you ask me that little homo Barry Bryant, has his own agenda and people he wants in the main slots and no matter what, big names, proven winners for the company, or even standing within the company he's going to have things his way. Well I've got news for that little fairy, if he thinks that I'm just going to sit back and watch him take over and destroy the things I've helped create in this company, then he'll find out the hard way that Soul Reaper isn't just another person in the lockerroom. He'll soon find out that I'm the guy that people go to when a problem needs to be solved. Weapon was a problem, Kaos was a problem... a few sorted others were problems. I will directly or indirectly make sure that his early retirement comes to him. As far as this match goes tonight.. I plan to go out there and make sure somebody bleeds, hell maybe somebody will get hurt... but as far as the title goes... I don't want something that was never meant for me. See you punks in the ring, be ready to fight, or be ready for an ambulance ride, good luck boys."

Reaper then turns and goes back to the table and hops back on in his original position, he then motions for the camera man to go away and so we fade out at this point.

Votes

NIN and Spackle
StarCrunch
Stare
Soul Reaper

[Hercules]

The scene opens at the Allstate Arena, the camera pans left to right capturing the excitement of the crowd waiting for something, all of a sudden, the speakers start pumping out the intro to "Jesus Walks", as the music plays through the intro, the crowd notices someone slowly descending from the rafters into the ring. The crowd goes nuts thinking Dollar Bill has arrived, the individual reaches the ring as the intro of the song ends. He grabs a mic out of his pocket and starts rapping.

Unknown man:Ya know where the midwest is, young & restless.....

The crowd goes into a frenzy as they realize that the man isn't Dollar Bill, but hip hop superstar & Chicago's own Kanye West. The crowd is rockin in the Allstate Arena and they're rockin from side to side while they sing along with Kanye to Dollar Bill's theme song.

Kanye:Where restless....

Crowd: NIGGAZ!!!!

Kanye: ..will snatch ya necklace. And next these...

Crowd: NIGGAZ!!!

Kanye: might jack yo lexus. Somebody tell these...

Crowd: NIGGAZ!!!!!

Kanye: Who Dollar Bill is....

At that moment Kanye West points to the ramp, where a huge explosion of pyro fills the rampway, when the smoke clears, Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill is seen standing in the entrance. As Kanye & the crowd continues rocking to the track, Dollar Bill makes his way to the ring, he's followed by a large entourage of about 15 pimps, all decked out in colorful outfits, big hats, and gold teeth. The crowd cheers Dollar Bill louder than he's ever been cheered before, he shows his appreciation by shaking hands and giving a pound to the fans that show their support for him. As he makes his way into the ring, he gives Kanye West a pound as Kanye West finishes up the song. The crowd grows crazy with excitement as they join in to do Dollar Bill's signature call.

D.B.: CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! The Bishop, the Pastor, the Deacon, the master of disaster, the original supafly, the prince of the pulpit, the sultan of smut, the six-time pimp of the year, and the baddest muthafucka you'd ever wanna meet in a dark alley is the house. That's right Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill is....... (hesitates) ........ HOME!!!!

The crowd goes berserk. Chanting Dollar Bill's name. Dollar Bill shyly grins in appreciation.

D.B.: Thank ya'll, thank ya'll, before I begin, I wanna give a shout out to another Chicago legend, Kanye West for comin out tonight.

The crowd cheers as Kanye waves & blows kisses to the fans.

D.B.: It feels good to be in the Chi, and I expect to see each & every one of ya'll in service Sunday morning. Like the good book says, "If you can spend money on a wrestling event, you can spend even more in church. AMEN!!!!

Kanye West: I don't think it says that.

Dollar Bill gets instantly irritated and reaches back for the slap...

D.B.: Shu..........

Dollar Bill quickly regains his composure, and taps Kanye on the shoulder, sparing him from the Ho Slap.

D.B.: You just stick to rappin young man, leave the Holy word up to me. But as I was saying, it feels good to be here tonight, the Allstate Arena holds alot of memories for me, this is the very same arena where yours truly won the "Pimp of the Year" award 6 times. Speaking of which, these big, burly, colorfully dressed men you see surrounding the ring tonight are my pimp......uh, I mean pastors in training. That's right, I'm gonna bring them up in a way that is pleasing to God, and together we will rape and pillage this city dry. Uh, umm.. I mean, pray & go on a pillminate in the city.

Kanye: I believe the word is pilgrimmage

Dollar Bill quickly turns to look at Kanye.

D.B.: ( to Kanye, very softly) I believe you betta shut the fuck up if you wanna get paid.
(to the crowd): Now, before I go any further, my trainees are going around with collection plates, feel free to donate whatever you can to the church. Give freely now, like the Bible says "The Lord loves a cheerful giver."

Kanye (mumbling under his breath): Wow, dumb nigga finally got a Bible verse right.

Dollar Bill looks at Kanye, seething with anger, then, all of a sudden, a calm comes over his face.

D.B.: It's great being here in my hometown of Chicago. This is gonna be our night, we gon show the world how we get down in the Windy City!!!!

Crowd cheers in agreement.

D.B.: But to be standing in this ring, in front of ya'll, next to another Chicago legend, Kanye West, thinking about my opponents who I'll face in the town that created the man before you, it makes me a bit emotional.

Dollar Bill looks as he's about to have a very sensitive moment as he looks into the crowd.

D.B.: When I get this emotional, I think about my favorite Bible verse, and when I quote this verse, I want all of ya'll in the audience, the wrestlers in the back, and the management of P2PW, especially ya'll, to listen to what I'm saying, and what the verse means. Just take a lil time to reflect on what I'm about to say....

The crowd grows silent waiting to hear what Dollar Bill has to say.

D.B.: My favorite verse is Jethro 3:19.


Everyone looks confused as they believe Dollar Bill has once again screwed up a Bible reference. Then, out of nowhere, Dollar Bill delivers a big boot, square in the center of Kanye West's face. The crowd starts to boo boisterously, as Kanye lay on the mat, Dollar Bill picks him up.

D.B. (shouting): JETHRO 3:19 SAYS "DON'T PUT THESE BITCHES IN THE RING WIT ME!!!!!"

The crowd starts screaming obscenties and curses at Dollar Bill, children and teen girls are crying because of the what Dollar Bill did to Kanye West. A few fans ever try to go over the security gate to get to Dollar Bill, only to be met with brutal beatings by Dollar Bill's entourage. The energy has been literally sapped from the crowd as they start throwing cups, and garbage and anything else they can find into the ring.

D.B.: I told ya'll, don't waste my time puttin me in the ring with these trailerpark trashy hoes. But ya'll wouldn't listen. Stare, I told you before I came back, I'm a busy man so don't put me in these bullshit matches. And here we are in MY HOMETOWN where I'm faces 3 bitches. And to piss me off even more, you gonna make me come out here with some uppity, nursery rhyming punk that made millions singing MY THEME SONG!!! YOU OWE ME NIGGA!!!!!

Dollar Bill proceeds to stomp Kanye West repeatedly, as the crowd boos him.

D.B.: Look, I left Fizz screamin in pain last time she saw me. Star knows what I do to broads in the ring from my days wit Da BloodPack, so I can't understand for the life of me why them tricks even signed to be in this match. Then there's JT Blade, the prison bitch. Well, guess what homeboy, we ain't in Cali, ain't no bloods or crips or whatever the hell lil sorry schoolboy gang you used to be in gonna saved yer ass tonight!! Stare, you brought me back to increase the ratings, well damnit I did it, now get me better matches. Fizz, Star, Blade, give yo soul to Jesus cause yo ass belongs to me. NOW PRAY BITCHES!!!!!!!

Dollar Bill begins to exit the ring, but not before rummaging through a unconscious Kanye West's pockets, taking all his money and his diamond studded Roc Chain. Amidst a barrage of soda filled cups and trash, Dollar Bill & his entourage give the crowd a final warning.

D.B.: Don't make me "Ron Artest" you bitches!!!

Dollar Bill and his entourage then head up the rampway leaving the crowd in a riot-like state for what may be the most hostile PPV of the Year.

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