Superstar Sunday Second Show Preview

[Reaper]

The shot cuts straight to all four members of the Bloodpack walking backstage, having just arrived. Starcrunch walks passed, without acknowledging them. Deacon smiles and turns around and whistles at her. Starcrunch stops and turns to face them, before walking back towards them and stands directly in front of Deacon. As she does so, Deacon speaks to her.

Deacon - "Damn girl, you really are hot. Fancy coming home with me after the show?"

Starcrunch smiles at him, as the rest of the Bloodpack eye her up and down.

Starcrunch - "You couldn't handle me, Deacon. Let's not pretend otherwise."

Deacon steps closer to Starcrunch and puts his hands on her hips. Immediately, Starcrunch removes them.

SIMZ - "She's playing hard to get Deacon. Are you going to stand for that?"

Deacon - "I always get what I want. And what I want is for you to be lying on top of me tonight, Star."

Starcrunch nods her head and smiles agian.

Starcrunch - "Alright. You're on. But you'll need to make it worth my while. If I'm going to be lying on top of you, I need something else. I'm thinking a ring."

Deacon - "Slow down girl. Why rush into anything? The Bishop has more than one woman to satisfy."

Starcrunch - "But I need to be satisfied. Which is why I suggest adding another man into the mix."

Deacon raises his eyebrows.

Deacon - "Look, I'm not into any that kinky threesome shit. Unless it's two girls. Why not make it another ho, rather than a man?"

Starcrunch - "That's not a bad idea. But I don't think the P2PW have any female referees."

Deacon sports a confused look.

Deacon - "Refer... You don't seriously mean you want me in a match, do you?

Starcrunch - "What did you think I was talking about? The only way I'd be lying on top of you, is for when the referee, male or female, counts the one. Two. Three. What do you say."

Deacon smiles and looks at the rest of the Bloodpack, before returning his attntions to Starcrunch.

Deacon - "You don't know what you're letting yourself in for. Alright. At least I can get close to that body. You're on."

Starcrunch - "Excellent. I wonder if your westling skills will make up for what you lack down there[/b]

Starcrunch looks down to Deacon's crotch, before turning to walk away. In a fury, Deacon goes to grab her, but Aladdin, SIMZ and Vegeta restrain him as the shot fades out

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Tonights Show

P2PW News Round Up

Interview with Micko.

P2PW Postbag.

Done In 60 Seconds With De'Si Nidea.

Re-cap of recent TNT and Blitz shows.

Singles Match
Bloodpack Member Deacon Dollar Bill vs. Starcrunch

Plus much, much more!

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Only the partcipants may promo in this thread. There will be no Extra Promo Thread as there really is no need for one.

If you are not a participant in the match, you may only post your match vote. Any questions should be taken to the Superstar Sunday thread in the P2PW Discussion forum.

The ratings will work the same way TNT and Blitz work, just as the first SS show did.

This will be locked on Friday 18th at 5PM GMT

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

My vote .... Deacon

[ChadClassic]

Deacon

[Darth Peccatus]

Done In 60 Seconds With De'Si Nidea.

Drokk...

Anyhoo, I be voting for the Deacon.

[Stare]

Star . . . because you can't spell Stare without Star

[Cactus]

as much as I love the bloodpack there is no way I can condone a man fighting a woman so my vote is for STAR

[stocko]

deacon

[spaz]

STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


























CRUNCHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shinnstheory]

My P2PW bud - Starcrunch

[Reaper]

Deacon

[Aladdin]

Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill - My Bro

[Hercules]

The scene opens at the arena, the crowd is mostly talking amongst themselves when the music hits. The arena grows dark with a dark red light as Kanye West's "Jesus Walks" pumps through the soundsystem, the crowd boos hysterically as images of The BloodPack flash on the Zerion. The BloodPack slowly make their way down the ramp. Simz stops to flirt with some of the female spectators, Aladdin & Vegeta simply smirk & laugh at those who have select four letter words to scream their way. Trix & Daisy walk down the ramp holding collection plates trying to get donations. They get a couple of fans to donate by kissing each other. But as Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill comes pimping down the isle, the boos & curses become even louder. Dollar Bill even threatens to slap a little girl for booing him, making the crowd even more irate. The BloodPack enter the ring with an obvious air of arrongance amongst them. Each member stands on a turnbuckle and poses, then Dollar Bill takes the mic.

Dollar Bill: CHHHHHHHUUUUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!

The crowd goes bananas and are obviously seething with hatred for the group.

D.B.: I don't know what the hell the world is coming to, what kind of world do we live in where a woman don't know her muthafuckin' place. Back in the Bible days, bitches did what they were told. Nowadays these hoes think they running shit. Why? Cause of you weak ass men let these get away wit too much shit. You gotta keep these bitches in check, you gotta be the head of the household. Now, I know what you pathetic chumps are thinking, "Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill, how do I keep my hoe in check?" The answers simple..... but it ain't free, if you wanna know the secret you fools betta put some money in that plate.

A huge chorus of boos travel throughout the arena, but a few of the fans do drop donations in Trix & Daisy's plates.

D.B.: Now, if you wanna keep yo bitch in check, this is what ya gotta do playa. Give that bitch an open hand slap in the mouth. You can read all about my bitch checkin' techniques in my new book that will be on sale soon, " The Art of Checkin' Yo Bitch". Now how much would you expect to pay for a book that teaches you how to keep wife, girlfriend, mam, sista and any other bitch in ya life? $59.99, no, $39.99, hell no, $9.99, absolutely not. My book is an instructional guide to improve a man's lifestyle, so it's goin at the affordable price of $139.99. All proceeds from the book sales will go to the Apostolic Missionary Baptist Catholic Church of Chicago. The book has every thing yo fools need to keep that loud-mouth, no good, lazy, soap opera watchin' bitch in her place for instance. C'Mere Trix.

Trix makes her way to the ring and stands in front of Dollar Bill.

D.B.: Lets' say you come home from work and dinner ain't cooked, now you ask this bitch, "Bitch!! Where's my muthafuckin dinner?", and she gon say what all loud mouth hoes say in this situation, (impersonating a woman) "I ain't yo maid." Now should you A, apologize and offer to cook dinner, B, apologize and take her out to eat or C, give that bitch an open handed slap in the mouth? The answer is.....

Dollar Bill reaches back and slap Trix hard in the face

D.B.: C, give that bitch an open handed slap in the mouth. Disobedience should never go unpunished, that hoe needs to learn to do what the fuck you say.

Trix is dazed by the slap and the audience goes nuts.

D.B.: Now, you come home from work and yo bitch tells you this, (impersonating a woman) Honey I got us some tickets to the Chicago Bulls game." Now in this situation, what should you do? A, take the tickets and take yo other bitch, B, say thank you and take ya wife or C, give that bitch an open handed slap in the mouth? The answer is ....

Dollar Bill reaches back and slaps Trix again, this time Trix falls to the mat and the crowd starts throwing paper cups in the ring.

D.B.: C & A, slap that bitch, take the tickets & then take yo other bitch to the game, don't be afraid to just slap yo bitch outta general purpose, ya gotta stay consistent, sometimes ya gotta slap her around just to let her know you mean business. Now I need two volunteers, a man & a woman, preferably a married couple.

A man and his wife enter the ring, the man is 6'2", 200lbs, the wife is 5'1", 115lbs.

D.B.: Now, I'm gonna demonstrate how my book, "The Art of Checkin Yo Bitch", will help this couple live in marital bliss. Now you at home right, on the phone wit yo other bitch and your wife says, "Who you on the phone wit'? Should you A, tell her you're on the phone wit' yo mama, B, tell her the truth or C, give that bitch an open handed slap in the mouth.

Man: C, give her a slap in the mouth.

The man excitedly & nervously slaps his wife in the mouth, Dollar Bill cheers him on and the man starts to celebrate.

D.B.: That's what I'm talkin about, that's how you handle yo.......

At that moment the wife sucker punches her husband in the jaw, he drops like a sack. The wife starts kicking him while he's on the gound. The crowd erupts in cheers.

D.B.: Well, it didn't work cause he obviously needs the advanced which is all the more reason losers like him should buy my book "The art of Checkin' Yo Bitch" in stores soon. The book works people, just ask some of my former clients, OJ Simson, Bobby Brown & the late, great Rick James are just some of my satisfied customers. Now, the reason I brought all of dis up is because, well........Pastor has fell in love ladies & gentlemen.

The remaining members of BloodPack look at each other confused

D.B.: that's right, CHHHHHHUUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!! The pastor has found his number one mistress. Well, who could this lady be ya'll ask? The lovely, volumptous, sexy StarCrunch.

The crowd boos & SIMZ looks especially irritated.

SIMZ: Hold on, dude, StarCrunch? Have you lost you're mind? You can't be in love with that bitch.

D.B.: You just mad cause she whipped yo ass last week playa.

SIMZ: But you gotta match with her, you gonna let her win the damn match?

D.B.: Naw man, I'm gonna beat that ass, I gotta git her trained, she's gonna be my number one money maker and I shall call her Coco Vanilla Swirl.

Aladdin: Where you backstage wit the rest of us? She ain't interested in you, she just wants to humiliate you like she did SIMZ.

SIMZ gets irate.

SIMZ: Now wait a damn minute, the only reason that bitch won is because Shinns cheated, fuck ya'll man. I don't want that broad anywhere near me.

D.B.: Anyway, Star, I just wanna profess my love to you sugar dumplin'. Don't take the wippin I give you personally, every backhand, every uppercut, every kick you receive from me, is outta love. And by all means, fight back wit everything you got, Pastor likes it rough. And to show how much I love you Star, I wrote this lil poem.

SIMZ starts goin crazy.

SIMZ: You gotta be fucking kidding me!!

D.B.:I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
and the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write.
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
and the bitch didn't drip, smear, or run.
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day,
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his pay.
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sho',
Dripping willows on satin pillows, love is being checked from a hoe.
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on,
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop that gets sucked, ALL day long.
A tangy, little candy drop, I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday.
To the sunshine,
Yeah my hoe brings me mine.
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body,
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body.

The BloodPack looks stupified & the crowd is booing like crazy, then finally SIMZ has had enough.

SIMZ: What the fuck was that??!!! I didn't understand a damn word of that.

D.B.: That's grown folks talk young buck, you wouldn't understand anyway. But Star, my sweet, lovely StarCrunch, I can't wait for our date and seeing how we took Shinns outta commision, I don't see him running in to playa hate. I got my eye on you girl, you have been choosen, I'm gonna whoop that ass & then I'm gonna suck you up like a hot plate of chit'lins. So regardless of if you want to or not, I'm gonna git that ass........and when I'm done, I'm gonna change your name to CoCo Vanilla Swirl and hand you over to SIMZ.

SIMZ perks up.

SIMZ: Oh hell yeah, that sounds good to me.

Dollar Bill looks directly into the camera.

D.B.: Coco Vanilla Swirl, I'll see you in the ring and you WILL be my number one stunna. Cause as it says in the Bible, in the first chapta of Supafly, "Bitch..... betta have ...... my money.

The BloodPack leave the ring and as they walk back up the ramp to a symphony of boos & jeers the camera slowly focuses on an unconscious Trix laid out in the middle of the ring. Slowly fade to black.

END PROMO

OOC: Oh yeah, by the way, I vote for ............

CHHHUUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!! BISHOP PASTOR DEACON DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL YA'LL!!!!

[Scream]

My vote is for the Deacon.

[Simz]

Deacon

( this is the Blood Pack show!)

[Reaper]

A poor show of votes and only one promo? Oh well, thanks to those who voted.