P2PW Presents SOLE SURVIVOR

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FREE-FOR-ALL

Keith Williams.



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FANATIC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

JT Blade

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NON-SANCTIONED INTER PROMOTIONAL MATCH-UP
"The Tiger" Vegeta


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INTER PROMOTIONAL SINGLES MATCH
RAGE RULES
Trent Acid
vs.
Mastadon

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P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE STRAP MATCH
"The Truth" Chad Classic

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WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE "I QUIT" MATCH
RAGE RULES
SoundScream
vs.
"The New Horror Show" NIN Horror

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MAIN EVENT
SOLE SURVIVOR CHAMBER MATCH

Soul Reaper


promo to come

[stevo316]

Zeroin shows Summer Anneslay ready to interview someone:

Summer Anneslay: Ladies and Gentleman, my guest at this time, STEVO316.

The camera moves around showing Stevo sitting on a crate of beer while drinking another crate of beer that is right by him.

There is a mixed reception in the crowd.

Summer: Stevo, Where have you been the past few months?

Stevo: Where have i been? Are you joking? I've been "recovering" from injury and getting myself better.

Summer : You do know that you are in a match tonight, right?

Stevo: Oh yeah of course i do, I am just preparing for it ( as he opens yet another bottle).

Summer: Well i wouldnt drink any more of those, you've gotta fight tonight.

Stevo: Well the thing is, this is how i prepare for a match? If you dont like it you know what to do?

Summer: No I dont know what to do.

Stevo: Fuck off unless you have some better questions for me.

Summer: Ok what are your thoughts on the free for all tonight?

Stevo What are my thoughts? Ok here goes I am going to enter that ring, beat the shit out of everyone in it and then walk out as the champ.

Summer Do you actually believe you will win?

Stevo: Of course I do dumbass! And i'll go through each one of the opponents and explain why.

First off is Amie, the Yoko Ono of Deathrow. She split up one of the best tag teams there was. Now she's in th ring with me!


Next is Trey Spruance, Who the fuck is this guy? Never mind. He will know who i am after I have kicked his ass.


Next up is Eye of the Storm, now i know who this guy is, not a very good tag team partner that's for sure. If he cant fight as a team, how can he fight on his own? He is useless, pathetic.

Then we have Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill, the man who asked for a transfer onto TNT! Why? Do you realise you are on the same show as the man who you once whacked over the head with a chair? The same man who has vowed revenge for that. Ok your on TNT. But you are also in the ring with me tonight. You are in for along night. Thats all i can say.

Then we have some no mark called Bishop. Again, who the fuck is this guy. You've accomplished nothing so far and guess what, you'll be consistent cos you are not going to accomplish nothing tonight either.

Next up is Starcrunch, I owe you a beating from Wrestle Fever 2 and i think tonights the night to get it over and done with.

Then we have Keith Williams, to be honest, I havent got a clue who this bastard is but I am sure he will know who I am when i walk out as the champ.

As For the last 2, Hoc and The Fizz, are these 2 new? I havent met them so as far as I know, they are not worth talking about.

There you go, thats my explanation as to how I am going to win.
Now if you dont mind, I need to "prepare" for my match.

Summer: Thanks for your time Stevo



My predictions

FREE-FOR-ALL

Stevo316

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FANATIC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

JT Blade
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NON-SANCTIONED INTER PROMOTIONAL MATCH-UP

"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy
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INTER PROMOTIONAL SINGLES MATCH

Mastadon
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P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE STRAP MATCH

Red Ninja
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WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE "I QUIT" MATCH
RAGE RULES
SoundScream
vs.
"The New Horror Show" NIN Horror
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MAIN EVENT
SOLE SURVIVOR CHAMBER MATCH

Cactus

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[Scream]

Scream is seen outside the Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Hundreds of people zig zag in and out of the hotel as the Vegas strip is alive. The air is crisp as palm trees sway in the summer air. Scream is seen standing in front of the Bellagio; he is having a conversation with a man in a wheel chair.

Man

It’s still all a game. It’s just a game. Take your job for an example. You look like you are in tremendous shape, fitter than most I’m sure... but...

(man snaps fingers)

just like that you’re me. A beat up old man in a wheel chair.

(Scream raises an eyebrow and then looks at his watch)

Scream

I hear ya man but I have a card game to get to, money to win.

Man

Ah a game. Cards are just like life. You need to understand why certain hands do well against others and what scenarios suit varying cards. Then you need to be able to have the discipline to do what is right even if it is difficult. You also need to be able to pay attention to other peoples’ games so you can dodge their bullets or squeeze out wins where otherwise you couldn't have you not been as attentive.

You need to be patient and humble but at the same time be equally aggressive and relentless. Lastly nothing beats experience for sharpening your game. With all this said, there is a factor in poker that you can't control or develop. The best player doesn't always win just as the best starting hand doesn't always win. Poker has luck. That luck keeps people playing for years even if they lose.

(Scream smiles at the man)

Scream:

Luck huh? Metaphor of my life.

(Scream pats the man on the back)

Hey you never know, maybe I’ll just get lucky tonight!

(Scream eyes some girls who walk by and then back at the man)

Maybe in more ways then one!

(The man laughs and continues mumbling to people in the street)

Scream enters the Bellagio and makes his way through the casino floor. Bells whistle and ding as coins are heard clunking into buckets and people yell and scream in delight from their earnings. The chatter of numerous foreign languages zip around tables. Tall beers, Ethnic foods, and a flurry of waiters, busboys, and hostesses fill the room. Scream walks to a bulky security guard who is guarding a curtained off room.

Scream

I’m here for the tournament.

Bulky Man

Name


Scream

Sound…uh, Ryan, Mike Ryan.

Bulky Man

They’ve been waiting for you Sir

Scream enters the room and cocks a grin as he sees who is sitting around the table. Cactus, Shinn’s Theory, Nation, Da Man and Gormy all sit around the table. Da Man pounds his fist on the table as Nation laughs and takes the poker chips.

Scream

Lookie who we’ve got here. Long time no see.

(Shinn’s winks at Scream. Nation and Da Man stand and both extend their hands. Gormy gives Scream a salute as Cactus gives a disgusted look)

Nation

You sure you want in? I mean I’m on a roll.

(Gormy throws a poker chip at Nation)

Gormy

You’re just lucky that’s all

Da Man

Speaking of lucky…

(Da Man looks at Scream)

Seems as if you’ve had lady luck on your side since WrestleFever. Pretty impressive run you’re on.

Scream

Some may call it luck

(Shinn’s interrupts)


Shinn’s

Nation sure was lucky. Why do you think he held onto his rage title so long? You were lucky we didn’t meet for it.

Nation

Oh here we go again.

Cactus

Scream was very lucky. If he didn’t hit me with that SoundOff at that opportune time well, I’d have his gold around my waist.

(Cactus rolls some peanuts in his hand and gulps them down)

Scream

Looks like I just rolled the bones right huh Cactus?

(Cactus rolls his eyes)

Cactus

Yeah you bastard.

Gormy

Alright boys, enough chit chat you in or are you out?

(All the men signal that they are in)

Gormy

Cactus you deal. The game is Texas Hold Em.

(Cactus shuffles the cards and Shinn’s cuts. Cactus then passes the cards around the table. He smirks as he drops Scream’s last card. All look at their cards. Scream looks at his and shakes his head)

Scream

Mickey deal!

(Scream tosses the joker card from his hand)

Nation

Cactus you dope. Christ! Redeal.

(Scream grabs the joker card and stares at it)

Scream

I think I’ll hold onto this.

Cactus shuffles again and redeals. The players continue to play until it’s down to Scream and Nation. Nation has more chips and has a cocky grin. Scream eyes his two cards as he stirs his drink

Scream:

Hmmmm...
*burp*


(Scream eyes Shinn’s who just shrugs his shoulders)

Nation

*under his breath to Cactus*

He’s drunk as a skunk

Cactus

I know, obviously he can’t hold his liquor.

Scream

Old Maid!

Da Man

Old Maid! Ha!

Gormy

More like Go Fish!

Nation

Jesus…any day know Scream

Scream

I’ll raise your

*burp*

and…

(Nation interrupts)

Nation

And go all in?

Scream

And go all in.

(Scream sluggishly pushes his chips in. Nation happily does the same)

Cactus

Here comes fifth street.

(Cactus burns another card before placing the final face-up card on the table)

The river!

Da Man

Looks like a King

(Nation reveals his cards)

Nation

Straight Flush! Ha ha!

(Scream smiles and sits up straight. He throws his cards down revealing a Royal Flush.)

Scream

Royal Flush beats your straight flush sucker! Ha!

Nation

You weren’t drunk! You bluffed me. You just got lucky Scream.

(Screams beeper goes off as he sorts his earnings.)

Scream

Well it’s been a pleasure gentlemen and Gormy but I have to go. Have a match to get ready for. In fact so do you don't you Cactus?

(Cactus flips off Scream)

Scream exits the Bellagio and enters a limo parked outside. As he sits in the limo he flips the Joker card in his hand.

Rick

Everything is ready for you sir. The plane will be arriving in Boston in about 4 hours.

(Scream nods as he continues to stare at the Joker card. He shakes his head and puts the card in his pocket.)

Hours later Scream’s limo pulls up outside the T.D. Banknorth Garden in Boston Massachusetts
The marquee scrolls Sole Survivor’s card. Scream eyes it before he enters the arena. He waits until he sees his match.

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP...SoundScream vs NIN


Scream stares at the marquee and enters the arena. Once there he heads to the ring. Inside the ring is a poker table surrounded by two dummies. One dummy is wearing a shirt that says "I heart Transylvania" and has a few shot glasses scattered in front of it. The other has a replica World Title drapped over it's shoulder. Scream pulls a chair up next to the table. He positions himself next to the dummy NIN

Scream

You know Ninny, we play poker every time we get into this ring. Maybe not like you think but we do in form. Every night we take a gamble when we enter this ring. Tonight we both take a gamble in an I QUIT MATCH. It’s a gamble for sure but just like cards someone has to fold….and I NEVER FOLD.

(Scream gets up and circles the table. He leans in to the dummy NIN)

Scream

So whatcha got Ninny? Pocket Aces? Or maybe the only thing you do is bluff. You get into peoples heads but when it’s all said and done you have nothing. You sure bluffed me at Blitz. You got me good. I never would have taken you for a guy who would lose a match unpurpose. I had that match won and you bluffed me and cost me the win.

(Scream leaves the dummy NIN and walks to the center of the table. He looks at both dummies. He then slides his hand in his pocket and pulls out the joker card.)

Scream

Here it is…the joker card. The first card you discard before playing. Symbolism you piece of shit? I guess we'll find out.

(Scream tosses the card at the dummy NIN.)

Scream

That’s all you are. You’re a joke with an impressive “win record.” Who did you beat anyways? To tell you the truth, it doesn’t really matter because I will be the only survivor in our match. I will be the man that makes you fold. I will leave Sole Survivor still World Champion and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about. Except maybe bluff.

So the cards are dealt my man. Time is ticking down, I guess we'll truely find out what the "New Horror Show," is all about.

(Scream stands in between both dummies.)

Scream

Alright gentleman, who has the hot hand? One of you will walk away with gold and the other will just have to fold. I guess time will tell.

(Scream leans into the dummy NIN)

Scream

You know Ninny let me share a couple words of wisdom from a gambler in his own right.

“I’ve made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.

So if you don’t mind my sayin', I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.

(Scream leans in and looks in the face of the dummy NIN. He then takes the shot of whiskey sitting in front of him and downs it. He smiles and continues)

You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

(Scream then delivers a powerful Scream kick to the dummy NIN, ripping it's head off it's body. Scream picks up the head and looks at it)

Scream

Folding all ready Ninny? Probably the smartest move you've made all night. Tonight we find out who has the better hand. But I'll be dammed if you ever here me say, "I quit." So it's time to gamble, it's time to throw down those cards.

(Scream grabs the dummy head and looks it in the eyes)

Scream

Now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause every hands a winner and every hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for Ninny, is to die in your sleep.

Scream tosses the head out of the ring and exits as "The Gambler," by Kenny Rogers plays and the scene fades to black

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

The arena goes pitch black, as static cuts in and out on the Zeroin.

Trent: There is so much.....

The Zeroin shows clearly now Trent Acid's face, a close-up with a light enveloping from under it.

Trent: So much I have to say.

Kanye West's 'Spaceship' plays low in the background as a P2PW career package of Mastodon plays. The video highlights every time Mastodon was pinned, screwed out of matches, and lastly, Acid Bombed.

The crowd starts booing loudly, seeing Trent's actions as a low blow on his former partner.

Trent: It's not that I don't have respect for you Mastodon. Because deep down I really do, and I really do hold you in the highest regards.

Trent pauses as the crowd continues to boo.

Trent: At first I didn't understand why you made the decision to leave, especially without at least going for Ninja during your time at TNT, but, after viewing that, after a long run here in P2PW with almost nothing to show for it except for some tag titles, I understand. It catches up, and all I can say is that as much as I want you to go out a winner, unfortunately, very unfortunately, you won't.

Zeroin shows the clip from Extinction where Trent made his debut by planting Mastodon on the mat with an Acid Bomb. The crowd boos even louder.

Trent: I have a lot to thank you for. That right there solidified my status as a force to be reckoned with. A force that struck fear. But it seems lately that I haven't been that man. I haven't been Trent Acid, the man you fear deep down, the man everyone in the back, deep down, fears. Lately I've played for everyone else, and I have nothing to show for it, I lost to that clown _j-man and cost you one final shot at gold. Something that could have changed....... your plans.......

[The crowd cheers wildly as a Mastodon chant starts up loudly[/i]

Trent: Perhaps it wasn't meant to be, and I have myself to blame for that, for what could have been.

Trent puts his head down in shame. The crowd simmers down.

Trent: But, title or no title, this match is by far the most important match I've had so far here, thats including the chamber, including facing McKenna at Rage Rules, including Stare. This match right here, will be a moment in my career where I'll shine, no, WE'LL shine, because win or lose, EVERYTHING will be on the line. This match has everything: anger, jealousy, rage, passion, belief, friendship, hatred, hope, fear, consequence. Everything anyone could ever imagine will be and is on display in this match. It will be a classic bout between 2 of P2PW's biggest stars, TNT and Blitz! pride will be on the line, your path will end inevitably, while my path will be cemented into either superstardom or obscurity.

Trent brings his head back up.

Trent: Mastodon, you are my P2PW blood-brother, you are a competitor and a great friend, but when we get into that ring tonight, you will see me muster my deepest, darkest feelings of hatred. I will come at you in the likes that no one at P2PW or anywhere else has ever seen. Yes, we're friends, but tonight, it's a one-match only blood feud, and tonight, friendship will be out the window as I become, the SOLE SURVIVOR, of our match.

Scene fades as the arena lights come back on, the crowd cheers wildly in anticipation

END PROMO.

[Simz]

Dollar
Evenflow
Vegeta
Ninja
Simz

[Red Ninja]

Keith
Evenflow
Willy
Red Ninja
Reaper

[Red Ninja]

P2PW World Heaveyweight Champion Red Ninja is standing by in an undisclosed location with his newly regained Championship belt.

Red Ninja:After a few weeks of....how should I say it "misplacement" my belt, the belt that I rightfully won and rightfully have held for the last 6 months has been returned to me. And you know what its damn good to have my belt back, what good is it to be a champion if the one thing that dignifys you as a champ has been stolen from your possession. Ofcourse if it wasn't for the antics of my Sole Survivor opponent Chadclassic the belt would never have been stolen from me.

But that goes to show you one important thing about this company, this company rewards guys like Chad, guys who go out and commit blatant criminal acts and holds down guys like me who don't need any of that shit. These people, these P2PW fans actually cheer a guy like Chadclassic and disrespect someone like me. Someone who doesn't need to do that crap to get attention. All I need is my solid wrestling skills and my smarts, Im one of the best young talents pound for pound in this business today. And all I get is shit on, I've been the best champion on the whole TNT brand. With ever match I set the standards for all the other champions. I have made this belt mean something. Ive proven that I deserve to be the spot that Im in right now. I've shown everyone that Red Ninja deserves to be the number one star in this damn company. No one can dispute what Ive done since I became champion, I've take on all comers and Ive sent them packing.

Hell I even ended Wolverines career, what Chad have you accomplished, oh wait you were tag team champion in a meaningless team with Tyler Stone and held the Tag Titles for what two weeks? What honest to god makes you think that you have a shred of what it takes to be in the ring with me. Is someone filling your head with bullshit about how your worthy enough to be where I am.

The real Truth here Chad is that no matter how much you think you have what it takes to be the big shot in TNT your going to be hit with the stark reality that you'll never be the caliber athlete that I am. To me your nothing but another addition to the growing list of flavour of the months this company has given chances to. And if that track record is anything your going to blow it just as they have.

Look at Nation he was praised and praised as the best talent in this company and what did he do he dropped the ball and he ran away. I don't run away, Im a man and I do what a man does, I face my problem, I face my opposition and I beat them within a fucking inch of their energy. Im not a choke artist, I proved everyone wrong when I won the title and I furthered that by holding onto it as long as I have. Ill be damned if I let you come in and snatch the belt away from me.

I hope when you stole my belt you cherished it as much as you did, because Chad that time is about close as you'll ever have to holding that belt again.

At Sole Survivor after weeks of shit talking its time for us to step into the ring and prove who the better man is.

Ninja pulls up a black leather strap and holds it to the camera.

This, this is the kind of match you wanted Chad? A strap match? You know I think I know your logic behind that decision. I know that you chose to lure me into this type of match because in a straight up wrestling match you cant hang with me. You cant pin my shoulders to the mat and you cant make me submit, so what do you do you have it so that you can win this match without the possibility of doing one or the other. No, through the art of exortion which adds to your list of legal infractions you force me to agree to be in this match where one of the other ways to win is by touching four goddamn corners. What the hell is that? Figures you'd do that Chad, you cant hang with me so you have to have it that theres a cheap way out winning instead of the old fashioned way.

This isnt about race, this isnt about your heritage, this is about me going out in my ring and showing you that what I've said has always been the gods honest truth. Im the better wrestler, Im the best champion there is. And at Sole Survivor Im going to outwrestle you and with this little prop right here Im going to humiliate you.

This leather strap right here is going slap the skin right off your bones. Your going to be at my mercy in this match. Your going to a victim, your going to be humiliated infront of all the P2PW monkeys who probably will be chanting your name. Im going to whip you from one goddamn end of the ring to the other. Then when its all said and done Im going to dispose of your useless carcass just as I have with all the others.

As far as this Chamber match goes, I dont care who it is, if they want to mess with me they'll get their assess kicked to.

Like I've said before and Ill say it again.....Im Red Ninja and Im in control.

Scene ends

[Vegeta]

VOTES:
Dollar Bill
Evenflow
Vegeta
Red Ninja
Aladdin


PROMO:

(“The Tiger” Vegeta holds his head as he exits the hospital which he has been visiting regularly since his horrible concussion, inflicted by Chilly Willy. The camera follows him as he walks along the sidewalk. Wearing tracksuits trousers, a t-shirt and a cap, he carries his sports bag over his shoulder as he passes many shops and pedestrians. After taking a sip of water, he talks to the camera about his upcoming match.)

Vegeta: What can I say? Chilly Willy and I were friends, tagging together for a while, when the draft split just began. We faced future main eventers in Spackle and NIN Horror, but thanks to you and your lack of ability we ended up on the losing end of things. At Genesis, you abandoned me, you didn’t help me out and I got pinned. And what’s worse you stabbed me in the back, afterwards and then proceeded to humiliate me, by informing me that I was fired.

(Vegeta walks up to a bin, places his empty water bottle in a plastic bag along with other rubbish, and throws it away, symbolizing the end of his career at Blitz.)

Vegeta: But that wasn’t it for me, I turned up on TNT, the A-show. Straight away, management saw my talent, and I was seen a star in the making. My talent wasn’t being hidden away by a no good partner like you, Chilly. Immediately, my first match there was a big deal. Remember? Night of the Champions, the ten man gauntlet match, with the winner getting a shot at the P2PW Heavyweight Title. Sure, I didn’t win the match but I defeated seven other people that night. Seven people. The person who pinned me, got pinned straight away, he couldn’t last as long as I did. That guy is now in the Sole Survivor Chamber match, and the one who won, is in the P2PW Heavyweight Title match, so even though I lost, I lost to the best. There’s no doubt that I was the star of that match, it was a breakout performance for me.

(A couple young kids come up to Vegeta with a piece of paper and a pen, and ask for an autograph. Vegeta obliges, signing whatever they put in front of him. Once he finishes, he continues to walk.)

Vegeta: Chilly Willy, you’re a curtain jerker, you’re not on my level. Come on, I defeated seven top stars, and you can’t even win a singles match against a newcomer, Ecos. The jealousy started to grow and the bad blood got even worse. We started to get at each other’s throats, jumping back and forth on each other’s shows and ruining screw each other over.

(Vegeta approaches the traffic lights and waits for the green. The cars come to a halt and Vegeta walks along, reaching point B.)

Vegeta: From the word go, I got the upper hand in our exchanges. To begin with, after you made your challenge, you ended up running scared and I chased you out of the building like the pussy you are. In fact, with the help of my cousin, Aladdin, who I want to say good luck to for his match tonight, I cost you a shot at the International Title, thanks to a pounce courtesy of the Rage Champion. I know you wanted nothing more than a chance to regain that gold, but your lack of skill gave me no choice but to make sure the right man won, and he did. You never deserved that title, and your name in the list of former champions disgraces its name. You couldn’t even win the damn title on your own, you needed someone else to do that for you, but there won’t be anyone with you tonight, Chilly. You’re an ignorant fuck, first of all you thought carrying around the title made you important, but in reality when it was around your waist, it was the least important title in the company. Second of all, you call yourself the “Ladies Man” but not once, in the short time I hung out with you, did I see you with a woman. In fact, I recall you putting on some make-up, so I guess that moniker is a cover up for you homosexuality.

(Vegeta is swarmed by a group of young women, in their twenties, who all are infatuated by him. They all jump around him like a bunch college girls who just met a popstar. He takes a few pictures with them and then goes on walking.)

Vegeta: I’ll admit it, you did put me in hospital. That was low, real low. You took this to a whole new level and what’s worse you thought you were justified in what you did. You practically assaulted me, like a common criminal, and all because I cost you a match. Well, guess what? That’s life. You attacked and fired me, I cost you a shot at a title, I’d say I still owed you some more, not the other way around. I never took it that far. McKenna told you to stop, but no, you didn’t know when to stop. You know, McKenna actually tried to get your job taken away, but I told him not to, because what I was going to do to you would put me in jail if you weren’t under contract. So, I tried to get my revenge, but it was too soon. I was too hasty, I should have waited for Sole Survivor, but I was too damn eager to get my hands on you. My concussion just caused me to faint. You caused me severe neurological damage; damage that I’ll carry for a long time to come. As a result, our match was made non-sanctioned. Management expects someone to get hurt, you hear that? They expect some to get injured, to be put in hospital. And they’re damn right that’s going to happen. Look at the damage you’ve caused me.

(Vegeta takes off his cap and looks into the camera. A huge stitched up wound can be seen from his forehead all the way into the middle of his head. He shows the camera these graphic images. His face is all bruised and battered and his eyes droopy. He puts back on the cap, and continues to talk and walk.)

Vegeta: You probably think it’s really funny. You probably get off knowing that you did this to another human being. Well, you’re not going to find it too amusing when I give it back to you, two fold. I won’t find it funny when you can barely walk, I don’t find solace knowing that I did that to another person, but it’s going to happen. Do unto others as others do to you. Revenge is a bitch, Chilly.

(As he passes a shop window, displaying a variety of televisions, showing the same basketball match, he stops and glances at the score for a second before continuing on.)

Vegeta: This is not an official match. It will not go down in the history books. But you know what, once it’s all said and done, the fans may not remember it, the official stats may not recognize it but you will never forget what I did to you in this night. These memories of me breaking your body, will stay with you forever. This may be the best match in history, it may be the worst, but one thing is certain, you’ll always remember the night I gave you the beating of your life. You’ve had your ars handed to you by the best in the business, namely Soul Reaper, but that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. After tonight you’ll never be the same again. Win, lose or draw, I’m going to crush you, I’m going to make you cry for mercy. I’m going to mutilate your body, I’m going to twist your body into shapes that no-one has ever imagined. You’re going to feel as if you were in a car crash, Chilly and this ain’t no regular car. This is a huge 18-wheeler juggernaut, ready to squash you into a pancake.

(Vegeta stops, just in front of a full up car park, with not one space left. He frowns, focusing his anger on the camera.)

Vegeta: After the dust has settled, me and you will be through. I don’t want anything more to do with you. Tonight will be our first and last meeting in the squared circle. From there on in, I’ll be focusing on my career on TNT. A fresh start for me, which thanks for you has been delayed, but I will get back on track unlike you. After I’m done with you, you’ll be back to facing the curtain jerkers, like JT Blade. By contrast, my star is rising, and my goal now is to be main eventing pay-per-views, not facing jokes like you. So, Chilly, prepared to be torn apart by this pissed off tiger.

(Vegeta looks into the camera with a hateful leer, but soon walks on for a few steps to an opening in the car park. He walks through the forest of cars until he reaches a building, his destination. The camera looks up and sees the writing “TD Banknorth Garden”. The camera looks back at Vegeta who is seen walking up the steps. The scene fades to black as Vegeta opens up the arena doors and enters, with the door slamming shut behind him.)

[stocko]

MASTADON is sitting in his office, contemplating something with a look in his eyes, that is really hard to describe. Some could say that it is hatred, others would say that it is regret...but only MASTADON knows on what is going on in that great mind of his...and luckily for you...he is going to share it, MASTADON opens up a fresh six-pack of Becks that are always kept next to his computer tower, and he opens one up. He leans back in the rolling desk chair, and sets his feet up on his desk...and then takes a swig from the bottle....releshing the taste of the smooth blend of hops and water and the probable future of liver damage.

He begins to speak...softly...as if to himself

MASTADON What evil lurks in the hearts of men, a question for the ages. Man has proven to be capable of great acts of kindness and even greater acts of brutality. We have loved and hurt each other in equal measure but what makes us this way?

I don't know and I don't think anyone does, well not for definate anyway!

In this business I have done it all, I have won championships all over the world, I have injured people all over the world, sometimes un-intentionally and other times with a savage streak that only a few people in world will recognise. But, the one thing I promised myself I would not do is damage my legacy as one of the greatest wrestling legends, alive or dead.

But the day I came to P2PW was the last day I was a wrestling legend, I have become a joke, sure, the majority of the guys in the back like me, the board of directors like and most importantly the fans love me, but................I hate me.

I am everything I promised myself I would not become.

Don't get me wrong there has been times when I have loved being here, the bWo, D-UNIT and by far, my favourite time here was teaming with TRENT.

No-one saw it coming and we ran the tag division for so long, no team came close, we were inseperable, we knew what the other was going to do, as TRENT said, we are P2PW blood-brothers.

Then, after so long as champions and after E2 had tapped like a bitch, we lost out titles, then there was the draft and we were no longer a tag team, but we were still tight, still spoke to each most days..............but from the moment we lost the titles I knew that it was the beginning of the end for me as a professional wrestler, I knew I only had a few more matches in me.

I spoke to TRENT about this and he supported me, I know he doesnt want me to retire and for that support TRENT, I will always have your back, should you ever need it.

But, as my friend, he accepted my decision.

I then thought for a while who I wanted to face as my last ever opponent and for so long, my mind was a blank.

Did I wanna face MCKENNA? DICKIE? SHINNS? maybe give NATION a call and then it struck me, why go for people who USED to be my peers, my friends, people who I have travelled with, people that USED to be my extended family?

I then decided that I wanted to face TRENT, I didnt need to speak to him about this, when I called him out on national tv, he had no idea it was gonna happen.

Thankfully, as everyone knows, he accepted my offer. And now, SOLE SURVIVOR is upon us and my day of reckoning is upon me and I want everyone to know that winning is my only goal, I dont care how it happens, all I know is that I must win to get some of my legacy back. I dont want to go out as a loser, TRENT, win or lose, you go out on BLITZ the next week and kick someones ass, if I lose, I go home defeated once again, with no chance of redeeming myself, this is my last chance TRENT and I will do anything and everything possible to make sure I dont lose.

TRENT, as a favour to me, please, bring your A-Game, bring everything you have and TRENT, I am begging you not to doubt me...I am not weak. I have never been completely weak. I just go into a self-doubting rampages after I lose a match and do not come out of it until I achieve a miniscule milestone of greatness.

Well, TRENT, when your time comes at SOLE SURVIVOR, I hope you will not doubt me. I know that you and I were a unit, but now I have something to prove and you will not be able to stop me and you will not see it coming.

"Friends may come and go,
But enemies accumulate."

Thomas Jones once said that and it is true in 99% of the world, but TRENT, I didnt ask for this match for us to become enemies, I asked for this match as a sign of my respect for you, for you as a wrestler, for you as a man and most importantly, my respect for you as a friend.

TRENT, this will be the very last time I say this, at SOLE SURVIVOR, from Boston Massachusetts, when you step in the ring with me, a man without his legacy, you will SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

By the time that MASTADON is done rambling, his six-pack is empty and he is left with memories of his career and a look of pure determination in his eyes, a determination to go out as a winner That is the story of MASTADON's life...always finding hope in the oddest of moments. The scene fades as MASTADON gets out of his desk chair, and goes to his bedroom to get his wrestling gear ready for the very last time.

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

I know it isn't going to be good but I spent 1 and a half hours of doing this promo.

While The Fizz is working out in her locker room. Brittany Keller is in the ring and begins to speck.

Brittany Keller: Ladies and Gentlemen. Let me introduce you to a wrestler who has been defected a few times in Blitz but is trying hard to get some respect from the wrestlers backstage The Fizz.

Pull Harder on the Strings plays as The Fizz is now coming down to the ring with Blitz fans booing her as she goes up to a fan and then rips up a Fizz sucks sign and Blitz Rules sign as well as she gets into the ring with Brittany Keller and then Brittany begins to speck.

Brittany Keller: What did you think of your loss against Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill this week on Blitz with Starcrunch?

The Fizz: I am very disappointed with Starcrunch of not trying her hardest against Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill this week on Blitz and I am very disappointed with myself too because I nearly defected Deacon Dollar Bill with the crossface unfortunately not my finisher which I have yet to use in P2PW and I will guarantee the fans that I will use my finisher on whoever is in the rumble.

The Fizz gets interrupted by the fans saying Fizz sucks over and over again and The Fizz gets the cameraman to get closer to her face and begins to speck again.

The Fizz: Shut up you pathetic fans. I want to get my hands on Starcrunch more than anyone else in the rumble and make her pay for making us losing the match to Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill this week on Blitz but now that was the past. Now look into the Sole Survivor rumble. You are not a good tag team partner after all. I mean why do people calls you crunch when you couldn’t even crunch Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill. Most of the time he was beating you down to the mat and you couldn’t even get up from there.

Crowd boo Fizz much more and Fizz gets a bit mad with them but then she ignores the fans and begins to speck again

The Fizz: I haven’t forgotten about you either Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill. You think that you can beat me in a match every time we meet? I say that you are going to be wrong this time because we are not in a one on one match this time. We are in the rumble that not only Blitz stars are in it but TNT stars are in it too and there is no way that you are going to throw me out of the rumble when you have other people to deal with. Do you think that by winning the rumble that you can beat me over and over again? The reason why you are in P2PW is because you are rich. I mean what makes you think that you beating me again get you more money? You suck just like Starcrunch only you piss me off more than Starcrunch does so after I dealt with Starcrunch. The next person I throw out of the ring is you. This isn’t over yet our rivalry Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill.

Brittany Keller: What do you think of your other opponents in the rumble from not only Blitz but from TNT as well?

The Fizz: Let’s start of with Keith Williams. What makes you think that I don’t deserve to be in the match with you? I know you from Elite but you have cross the page when you said that to me when I watch that on T.V. Now I think of it you don’t even deserve to be in this rumble and I will be glad to toss you over the top rope. Then we have Bishop. One of the new comers to P2PW that I have never heard of in my life. You think that you can intimate me about my gimmick with Pepsi Cola. I mean did you come from the same place as Bishop Deacon Dollar Bill like from the church or are you two lovers like are you both gay? You both sound gay to me as I won’t mind tossing you over the top rope from the rumble so I can shut your mouth once and for all just like these fans can. Are you really a Street racer? Mate I raced in a formula one car and a street race is nothing like being in a formula one car with Fernando Alonso and raced him. Trust me. I have been there.

Fans get even worse saying shut the hell up and Fizz begins to speck again

The Fizz: Then we got Hoc who is also new to Blitz thinks that I am fat and needs to lose weight? I mean I am fit as it is mate and unlike you. You don’t seem to care about anyone or anything going on around Blitz and Hoc doesn’t seem to care about winning this rumble. Then we have Stevo 316 who doesn’t remember me. I remember you. Don’t you remember a while back that my debut in Blitz was against you and then I won the match against you in my debut when I was just starting out? That’s ok because I will have no problems tossing you out of the rumble.

Fans still boo Fizz and begins to speck again

The Fizz Then we have the last 3 people that I have never heard of in my life as well as Bishop. Amie, Trey Spruance and Eye of the Storm. Where have you 3 come from. Out of nowhere because I don’t even know you guys but the way it looks of things. You 3 haven’t said a thing about me and nether has Starcrunch compared to the other lot in this rumble but I will defiantly have no problems tossing you out of the ring either. Listen to me all of you fans and Wrestlers. I will toss each and everyone of you out of the rumble and I will win the rumble and then I will walk out of this PPV with a no defected streak in my records and you guys are gonna get fizzed.

Brittany Keller: Thanks for your time.

The Fizz: You’re welcome. Now get out of my way when I go back to my locker room to work out.

The Fizz goes backstage and goes into her locker room to work out.

[_the j-man]

Our scene opens up on a private workout facility, we hear an all-too familiar voice in _the j-man's manager, SMOKEY! We see him in a sweat-shirt and sweat-shorts. As we pear over to the next person it's none other than the FORMER P2PW Fanatic Champion, _the j-man! He's seen hanging from a pull-up bar with his ankles tightened as he continues to hang from the bar. _the j-man starts doing his sit-up routine but what we noticed different from the original time we saw him in P2PW is the definition of his body. _the j-man is doing a heavy set of sit-ups as we hear Smokey coaching him on.

Smokey:
This is it, J-Man! This is the moment of your life, you finally get the spotlight, the big money check and most importantly your chance at becoming WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! All the hardwork, all the bigotry in the P2PW organization, you've shown the world that the BLACK MAN cannot be held down by anyone! That our people will have there day! You sacrificed a title that you earned by beating one of the most dominate P2PW superstars of all time... If this isn't your time, J-Man... I don't know what is!

_the j-man is continuing to do his sets of sit-ups as Smokey urges _the j-man on. Smokey is then seen taunting _the j-man more as he finishes his last line, _the j-man stops his work-out as he unlocks his ankles and drops towards the mat, he then stands up staring at his manager/coach. He smiles at him and pats him on the back as he grabs the towel from around his neck and wipes his face off.

_the j-man:
The era of _the j-man is upon us, Smokey. I've been working way too hard for this moment, Smokey. I remember over a year ago showing up in P2PW, having to be put in a program with the so-called, self-proclaimed, "n00b Killer" and what did I do to that man?!

Smokey:
You smashed his face in, J-Man!

_the j-man:
When the draft became big news, I was selected to be apart of Blitz! What did I do once I officially made my debut?!

Smokey:
You defeated the World Heavyweight Champion, NATION! 1... 2... 3.... SHOULDERS ON THE MAT!

_the j-man:
Then they decided that I was too much for them to handle, I wasn't the "family" product that they wanted shipped out to television screens. So instead of rightfully giving me the World Heavyweight Championship that I should be defending at Sole Survivor, I'm stuck having to forfeit a title that I won by defeating one of the fan-favorites in SoL but the Mighty, Soul Reaper! How ironic after Soul Reaper regained the International Championship, he got himself a free ride in to the Chamber match. Soul Reaper, who is this man exactly? People have called him immortal, but I've proved to everyone when I won the Fanatic Championship, that not only Soul Reaper is mortal, but he's very, very beatable! Hell, Chilly Willy proved that Soul Reaper is nothing more than an upper-card piece of garbage. The man that puts people over, kind of like Ken Shamrock in UFC.

Smokey:
Speak the truth, J-Man! The White Man is trying to hold back your freedom of speech that the world so rightfully needs!

_the j-man:
I worked my ass off in this company to get to this very position, I came out in the Blitz! Breakdown and proved to everyone I was no joke and what happened? Cactus! Cactus decided that it was his time to screw over an African-American, I sit and watch my people get screwed over everyday, I should've known better that I was getting screwed. Cactus saw his opportunity to win the World Heavyweight Championship by throwing me over the top rope. What did that wasteful piece of shit do? He lost! He lost to Soundscream, now he's going up against NIN Horror, another piece of shit that doesn't deserve the main event spot, that motherfucker wanted a Tag Team Championships shot, at the time he was too enamored in this World Heavyweight Title from another company. Do people even know who is calling the shots in P2PW? When you're having another company's championship belt getting free press on current television, it's disgusting. I have Cactus all to blame for this, because if I was the World Heavyweight Champion right now, like I should rightfully be... I would've already wasted that no good punk NIN Horror. The funny thing is that Spackle shares such a great relationship with both the #1 Contender, NIN Horror and Cactus... The fact is, he has homosexual intercourse with NIN Horror about 3 times daily as they can't get enough of each other's shit! Cactus, well lets just say he's the man that gave Spackle his most famous victory of all and that's allowing Spackle to pick up the win over yours truly. Let me assure Spackle, coming into the Chamber I'm not going to sit here and let you walk over me, the fact remains any faggot with pink hair isn't going to dominate _the j-man. Las Vegas may have you one of the odds on favorite, but _the j-man is one of the most prolific superstars to grace your TV. Look at me! I have the charisma that people wish they could just see in person, I have the good looks that make men jealous and want to be me! Not only that, but I'm the BEST GOD DAMN WRESTLER ON PLANET EARTH!

_the j-man & Smokey then start walking over to the bench press. We see Smokey start putting weights on. _the j-man starts lacing up his shoes more tightly, as he then puts on his weight lifting gloves. He looks over to Smokey with a grin as he continues to put weights on.

_the j-man:
So as I was sitting around, waiting to hear about a match-up that I was going to be having at Soul Survivor, I was screwed probably out the biggest match in P2PW's history. Certain "individuals" decided that Stare & Spackle was a great choice for that Chamber, instead of _the j-man & a man I whooped more than once, SoL! I sat there thinking, what went wrong? Why am I in this position, having to face a loser that I already beat before! It was because of the individual I want to be, because I don't give a fuck what the FCC says! I'll say what's on my motherfuckin' mind because I'm the fuckin' J-Man! I saw some loser such as Ecos earning a spot into the Chamber and some fuck-
wad Dan "Dragon" Taylor?! Are you kidding me, I have beaten half the competitors in the Chamber and we have people like Ecos & Dan "Dragon" Taylor in this event? I was disgusted, I couldn't believe it, I was just getting dicked around more as the days went on in P2PW.

Smokey:
This man was holding a championship, because a poll sabotaged him into winning it! Blitz! Management was protecting themselves from letting my colleague compete on one of the most dynamic rosters I've seen in a while. _the j-man was in the big leagues and the White Man kept shadowing him from the people, but you see the one thing we won't do is back down from a challenge. We always meet the challenge.

_the j-man gets down as he starts bench-pressing 205lbs at a nice rate, we can see all the muscles in his body tensed up as Smokey starts counting for _the j-man, we get to the 30 second mark and _the j-man stops at he benches 14 times a good amount of weight as _the j-man smiles.

_the j-man:
it's funny though, TNT, a roster full of lost mindless idiots. I sat there and watched one of the worst rosters develop talent that makes me laugh... Simz, yeah we remember this guy, the n00b Killer, I made this son of a bitch famous for the match he had with me! He was getting himself title shots against P2PW Heavyweight Champion, Red Ninja! And what happened?! He couldn't get the god-damn job done! He was a fluke, nothing more than a simple fluke. Just like the new hot commodity on TNT, the Morality Enforcer... Isn't it cute? Some fuckin' white boy with an english accent telling me how I should live my life? Well let me tell you something kid, I'm a mean motherfucker, I smoke weed and bang your mom with her sister every night I get. After that I take a shit on the governor's front porch because I frankly don't give a fuck! I showed Simz what _the j-man is truly all about, I beat him in good fashion, once I get my hands on you Reece... I'm going to show you how a black man truly operates, I'm going to make sure you shit your pants right so you know who really is the bad-ass of P2PW and what roster has the true talent!

Smokey:
Do not forget the TNT Rage Champion, "The Tiger" Aladdin... The quiet, simple, yet very dangerous Rage Champion... When was the last time he defended his title?

_the j-man:
To be honest, Smokey... I don't give a shit! "The Tiger" Aladdin, a fan-favorite, a son of a bitch who has barely defended his title, what kind of champion is that? I was itching for the chance to defend my belt when I won it and it took forever in a day, it seems this guy avoids defending his title at all costs, something that show weakness in my eyes. I'm sure he knows what he's trying to do for Sole Survivor, keep his mouth shut so people take his attention off him. That's the one thing a great competitor will do, know when to shut his mouth. You see this doesn't apply to me since I'm the greatest competitor to ever live! Aladdin, I look at you and only see a fraud. A person who beat up a WOMAN of all people to win his championship. Bravo pal, you can beat up a woman... Just ask your sister how I beat her cheeks last night, playa! Aladdin, you're nothing more than a square in my book. I haven't seen one thing about you that impresses me, not a single thing and if you think you're going to walk into Sole Survivor and defeat me?! You got another thing coming sir, you have an entirely different thing coming! You got spoon-fed bait to get into this chamber, what did I have to do?! I had to sacrifice as usual, just like the white man to get a championship belt off of me at all costs. I'm sure they much rather have Aladdin be there poster-boy because he "respects the fans". Though the one thing, that had me thinking through out all of this...

Smokey sits down next to _the j-man and pulls a blunt out through his side pocket, the two smile at each other as _the j-man is handed the blunt. He takes out his lighter and starts puffing up. He smiles doing a french inhale and blowing out some smoke rings. He passes the blunt to Smokey as he grins and stares towards the camera.

_the j-man:
I could only think about one individual the most, E2! Elijah Edwards! The most arrogant bastard that has ever crossed my path. I see him walking around with the P2PW Internet Championship, hearing him spew that I was trying to be him. If I wanted to be a punk who beat up jobbers and had sex with 3rd rate strippers, than maybe, just maybe, I would want to be him. Even then, I would have to think about it. From day one, ever since I talked to this guy, I knew we were not going to be friends. The thing I don't like is attitude, the one thing that bugs me the most is a man with attitude that has never backed it up against a person they've never fought. That's me. He's had some "choice" words to say to me on more than one occassion, I usually just blow it off, thinking it's some plot by management to get me permanently suspended from P2PW! I wouldn't put it past them, I mean this lawsuit has had them shitting there pants from day one.

Smokey takes a hit of the blunt with a smile on his face. He passes it over to _the j-man as he blows the smoke out with that smile still going strong.

Smokey:
E2, it's a motherfuckah that's so jealous that once you arrived you already made more stride in this company than he could in his lifetime. It was heartbreaking, and what do jealous people try to do? They try to sabotage man.

_the j-man passes the blunt back to Smokey as he shakes his head and starts talking once again.

_the j-man:
That's not the point, this guy has had it out for me ever since we laid eyes on each other. It's like his obsession, even when we were split into different rosters, this guy continued to think he was the #1 black man wrestling today. The funny part was, I was selling t-shirts and putting people's asses into seats. Something E2 only wishes he could dream of. This man has been riding the tail of Shinn's Theory every since that fued took place, the man couldn't hold onto his championship for longer than two weeks before he became an utter failure again. This man has watched me prosper on the better roster as well! E2 is nothing more than a jealous man who couldn't get past the fact that he'll never become a Heavyweight Champion in his career. When I knew I had the chance to crush 9 other individuals dreams, I took that chance, I gave up my own dreams, my own accomplishments just to earn the chance I destroying everything that these competitors hold dear to their hearts!

Smokey:
Tell them, J-Man! Tell them at the end of the Pay-Per-View who the SOLE SURVIVOR IS GOING TO BE!

_the j-man:
ME! I could be the very first person going into that match-up but my goal is almost accomplished, it's almost my time to go out and take the World Heavyweight Championship from one of the best wrestlers in the business, whether that be Soundscream or NIN Horror... One thing is for certain, I'm coming for them and I coming for the World Heavyweight Championship... Soul Reaper, Spackle, Cactus, Ecos, Dan "Dragon" Taylor, Simz, Reece Somers, "The Tiger" Aladdin and E2... All men that want the one oppurtunity that I have and that is to get a shot at the championship of their choosing for WrestleFever 3. The chance to main event the big show, the biggest show in P2PW's history, a place where a year ago I made sure that Simz had his shoulders to the mat for a 1-2-3 count! One year later, _the j-man's time has come, it's time for _the j-man to earn what is rightfully his and that is the World Heavyweight Championship... No matter what the White Man has tried to do since I came here, I've over-come, I've proved everyone wrong at every opportunity I get. This Pay-Per-View will be no different, I will not just sit idly by as I compete for a title shot, I know that management in all there power is going to try and destroy what I will earn. I will not let that happen, I will not be another person they hold down because it doesn't meet their standards, I'm not a standards kind of guy, I think outside the box and at Sole Survivor, Elimination Chamber, be prepared, the mission is nearly accomplished after Sole Survivor that mission will be completed... AND YOU KNOW WHY?!

Smokey:
It never gets old because it's so true!

_the j-man:
BECAUSE I'M A BLACK MAN!!!

_the j-man finishes the blunt and puts it out in the ashtray. _the j-man & Smokey stand up as they walk over to the medicine ball as the two smile once again, they know they can feel victory in the grasps over there bare hands. _the j-man grins as the two start tossing the ball. The camera fades down showing a picture of _the j-man with the Fanatic Championship around his waist as it's signed as it slowly fades to black.

[Your Morality Enforcer]

Votes:

FREE-FOR-ALL
Keith Williams

FANATIC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JT Blade

NON-SANCTIONED INTER PROMOTIONAL MATCH-UP
"The Tiger" Vegeta

P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE STRAP MATCH
"The Truth" Chad Classic

SOLE SURVIVOR CHAMBER MATCH
Reece Somers

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Promo:

(The TNT logo flashes over the screen before we emerge on a street with John Mackay. He is dressed in standard interviewer clothes, and seems distracted, constantly looking up the road. The cameraman taps him on the shoulder, and he begins speaking)

John Mackay:
Hello there, wrestling fans. As you all should know, we are approaching one of the biggest events of the year, Sole Survivor. Five superstars from TNT and five superstars from Blitz will collide in one of the most twisted structures known to mankind. It promises to be an epic match, and today, I hope to get an interview with one of the most elusive of the participants, Reece Somers, more popularly referred to as the “Morality Enforcer”. Despite numerous pleas for Reece to come to P2PW studios, he has refused. So, we’ve received knowledge of what bus he is travelling on and-

(He is interrupted by a bus pulling up, and opening its doors. A gruff bus driver demands fare, and after being paid by both the cameraman and John, they push through the crowd of people standing up, their hopes of talking to Reece dipping because of big crowd. However, to their shock and partial amusement, Reece is sitting very much alone, with his own seat unfilled, and the one behind and in front of him both empty. Reece is looking out the window, distracted, humming pieces of classical music that float into his head. John, relived, takes the seat in front of Reece, and turns around to face him. Reece looks over, and is annoyed to find the interview team)

Reece Somers:
You know, I think this may just count as invasion of privacy.

John Mackay:
Well, you’ve turned down our requests, and you are contracted to us. Why are you sitting alone anyway?

(Reece Somers smiles smugly, looking around at the people on the bus, all giving him odd looks, and speaking slightly louder, so they can hear clearly)

Reece Somers:
It seems they are frightened, John. They know meeting me can be a life-changing experience. I’m a man who, in essence, will take the human race to the higher evolution. They are afraid that I’ll pick apart their flaws, and attempt to make them better people. They are scared, John, that I will enforce morality onto them! Ludicrous! I’m a man who wants to help people, that is all, and that is my motivation going into Sole Survivor, and I’m sure that just covered at least three of the questions you’ve got. And, off-the-record here, that woman needs to go on a diet, that teenager needs to stop looking up those girls skirts and that guy at the back has been blatantly smoking. I can pick apart flaws in a second, John, because I’ve got a deep, analytical mind, and that is why I am the best at what I do.

(The people Reece mentioned are instantly ashamed. The overweight woman quickly moves to the front, and gets off. The boy looks awkwardly at the three girls he was perving on, and the smoker puts out his cigarette, cursing. Reece relaxes somewhat, seeming to enjoy this power, while John looks on, worried)

John Mackay:
Well, at Sole Survivor, you’ve got the chance to face either the TNT or Blitz World Champions. Which one would you choose?

Reece Somers:
Absolutely dire question, John. Terrible. I’m Reece Somers; let me remind you, I don’t simply choose one show over the other. I will enforce morality onto both sides, because I am P2PW’s Morality Enforcer, and the Blitz wrestlers are in my personal opinion, twice as bad as the TNT ones. Blitz has no redeeming aspects, but if I did join them, it would have enough to make it watchable. Since I arrived, TNT ratings have been increasing steadily. That shows a clear trend to me: The audience wants more Reece Somers. The audience were obviously tiring of the likes of Red Ninja, ChadClassic, E2 and friends… They wanted someone to take TNT by the scruff of the neck, shake it up and down, and leave nothing the same, and I am that man! So, in answer to your questions, I honestly couldn’t care less. I’ll go after the champion I feel needs to have that morality enforced on them more. Of course, I would happily appear on Blitz for a few weeks to test the waters there if, no, when, I do win, and give them that ability to draw. And I do hear they are planning to go to my home country of England, where I am worshipped as a modern-day hero.

John Mackay:
Quick question- Your views on the Sole Survivor match itself.

Reece Somers:
Once again, predictable and mundane. I’ve been in a lot of cages over my career. Ones with roofs, no roofs, partial roofs, half-sphere roofs… Ones with weapons, ones with nothing, ones with fire around the sides… John, you forget that I used to revel in the lie that is “extreme wrestling”. So, Sole Survivor doesn’t faze me a great deal. I’m in a cage, and although the sponsors may not approve of me saying this, cages are dull to me. I’m a proudly changed man, John, but for morality to triumph, I do realise I may have to go against a few of my own teachings. I know that if I get a weapon in my hand, then I’ve got free licence to use it to win the match. I know if I’ve beaten and bloodied someone, and they refuse to quit until their bones break and their muscle tear, I’ll have to do that. I am a Morality Enforcer, but I’m not afraid to fight “fire with fire”. I will not put myself at a disadvantage entering the cage because I’m the only one with a sense of a conscience. It’ll hurt me, yes, but it’ll hurt them so much more. I ask no children, or anyone for that matter, take Sole Survivor as a lesson, or teaching. That is me doing what is needed for me to walk out the winner, and into the main event, where my words will be so more impacting than right now. I’ll be the Morality Enforcer, and everyone will listen to me, because I will speak the truth. And when I do hold the top prize, then people will finally accept Morality Enforcing as a way of life, and not some cheap gimmick. You’ve got one last question, John. Make it a good one, or my choice to not do interviews about this subject will prove even wiser.

(John nervously looks at Reece, sweating, and trying to think of a question he can say that could salvage this interview. He looks at Reece, who is looking at John’s struggle with some amusement. John stutters out his last question)

John Mackay:
H-How are you preparing for a gruelling challenge like Sole Survivor?

(Reece sits up, smiles somewhat and does a slow golf clap, as John awaits Reece’s verdict on this query)

Reece Somers:
You’ve excelled yourself, Johnny. I was expecting the old “Who is the biggest threat” nonsense, but you’ve managed to prove you’ve got sufficient intelligence to overcome that minefield. While most of my adversaries will be, say, drinking heavily, toning their bodies that tiny bit more, learning that extra move, going out to clubs to “relax” or, in the case of certain others, lying in a jail cell somewhere… Reece Somers is taking this time to visit a place that will benefit directly from his interaction. I’m going to a local orphanage, where nine children and their over-worked carer have been receiving donations from the P2PW, after intense pressure from myself, and surprising them. They know a competitor in the Sole Survivor match is coming; they’ll be delighted to see it is me, the true role model. So, if you don’t mind, I’m getting off here, and I’ll borrow your cameraman to record this momentous occasion in these poor kid’s lives.

(Reece signals for the bus to stop, taking the bemused cameraman with him and leaving a puzzled and confused to the point of speechlessness John Mackay. They disembark off the bus, with Reece politely thanking the driver and just getting a stiff grunt in return, and enters a nearby building. It looks to be in some disrepair, with noticeable damage to the roof and even a broken window. Reece knocks in a rhythmic fashion, smiling. The door opens to a tired-looking woman, who wordlessly leads Reece into a room, before making herself scarce. The children, previously hopping around, look towards the superstar in glee, before coming down to reality, and frowning. One audibly expresses his wish that it was E2 instead. All nine kids are wearing shirts corresponding to members of the Sole Survivor match, and by logical thought one superstar has been left out. Reece glances over the shirts, and his smile fades as he knows which one is missing from the crowd)

Reece Somers:
Well, as you should know, I’m Reece Somers and I’m your Morality Enforcer. And as such-

Kid:
Ohhhh… Don’t go on one of ya boring rambles! I can’t stand dat! You’re so deluded!

(Reece looks visibly disturbed. He looks to a bookshelf, and sees a few tatty-looking books covered in dust, neglected in the glow of the television, which the carer has taken the chance to switch off and unwind for a bit. Reece straightens his collars and clears his throat)

Reece Somers:
Young man, you are wearing an Ecos T-Shirt. You have no right to sit there and smugly say that I ramble. Ecos is the most deluded superstar I’ve ever had to remotely deal with… You know that he honestly believes the nonsense that pours out of his mouth. And not only that, he is a weaker, deluded wannabe Reece Somers. Ecos, as an evolution, is the equivalent of all of us having a tail bone- A pointless reminder of how we moved on. Plus, he has his philosophy all wrong. Why would God make a superior wrestler to replace his creation? God man us all in his image, and evolving on that would surely go against his own teachings? Yes, and I know you can counter that with deep “God’s Plan” arguments, but Ecos has never got so in-depth, and neither will I.

(The kids stare blank-faced at Reece, not understanding a word of his assault against the self-proclaimed messiah)

Reece Somers:
I’m all for cleansing, but Ecos is weak himself. Ecos is simply a madman who has this confused belief about his self-importance. I’m a self-made man who learnt his mistakes, and educated himself to define and defy human nature. Ecos is a mere philosopher. I am a psychologist. Ecos can think and theorise on what he thinks is going on. I make statements based on truth and use that to prove others to be “inferior”, if that is the term you would use. No one is inferior to me however; I will take anyone, and improve them to be as perfect as they can be. Ecos is a liar and a fraud, and that will be revealed come Sole Survivor. Now, where is the “Reece Somers” shirt? I’ll admit it wasn’t one of great quality, the hack-jobs at P2PW merchandising didn’t get enough time with my quick rise to fame to make a shirt worthy of my glory, but it still is an early model worth quite a bit to collectors…

(The kids point to the corner, where a vicious-looking dog tears and rips at some kind of fabric, and the word “Morality” can be clearly seen dangling from his mouth. One child in a “_j-man” shirt laughs loudly, making typical teenage comments for someone getting beaten- Reece tries to work out the meaning of this “Owned”, but simply decides to challenge his belief in the icon he is wearing)

Reece Somers:
You! With the _j-man shirt! Tell me, why him? Of all the others, why the embodiment of sin, disgust, filth and sleaze he is. Look at it! He has that doped-up idiot Smokey with him, and he clearly has something larger than a cigarette in his mouth...

Kid:
He is like the embod… Embody… He’s really cool, like, and Smokey owns and he smokes joints man and takes it easy and is like cool and… because he’s a bla-

Reece Somers:
Stop right there. You, kid, need to read some Dickens, read some Shakespeare and to a lesser extent, some Armitage and then try to communicate in what we call the “English Language”. We invented it, and like always, you Americans bastardised it. Let me put this to you straight, and hopefully you can learn what a joker that guy you love so much is. See, joker? I made a pun. That’s clever use of my home language right there. Now, first off, you have a sub-standard wrestler not fit to wipe my boots, who after being sued for infringement of copyright by DC comics fell into this gimmick based very much off real life, where he smokes pot, swears and is generally a boil on the bottom of society, and it somehow takes off. He becomes big. Honestly, I went to purchase a bottle of water the other day, and the _j-man’s stoned face was grinning at me from some giant billboard… Now, when you are popular, for better or worse, you have a moral responsibility to teach children what is right and wrong. I do that, I just now berated you for that raping of the English language, and now you’ll take that on board. I don’t come in, spout a few notable phrases, smoke some piece of garbage and then blame my upcoming loss on the colour of my skin.

Kid:
Yo, I wouldn’t say that, or else J will bang you up!

Reece Somers:
Child, at least warn me before you speak, because you hurt my ears with your butchering. Currently, he and that Smokey fellow, who I’m honestly going to one day meet backstage and knock what is left of his teeth down his throat, are probably backstage, muttering about how they are going to do stuff, and smoking that disgusting material, and when push comes to shove, J finds his lungs are too charred for him to breathe, and he collapses to the mat, or he finds that this weakness, just like a child saying no to chocolate and not adding to his obscene obesity, J can’t say no when it comes to drugs. And then the referee will pose a similar question to J: Do you want to give up? And J will take the easy option because he has a natural weakness to that easy route, the route of the sheep. He will find that he can’t say no. And that isn’t because he’s a “black man”. It’s because he’s a weak man.

(There is brief silence, before the kid in the E2 shirt makes a flatulent noise with his mouth prompting giggling. The kid looks around for applause, and gets a sarcastic clap from Reece Somers, who is actually smiling)

Reece Somers:
Very good, very good! Of all the people here, you are most like your “counterparts” so to speak, since that does seem to be the route we are going down. E2 will also do something immature, something stupid and something demanding attention, because he obviously never got past his toddler days. E2’s interview show proves this. He does something totally absurd, and anyone with half a braincell can see it is idiotic and mundane. He’ll then realise the need to be a badass, but no one takes him seriously anymore. He is another Kevin Nash, a big wrestler with little ability, with an apparent ability for stand-up comedy. And the world does not need another Kevin Nash. And the worst part is, he’ll then look to the crowd for acceptance. He’ll want the crowd to embrace him, because he obviously isn’t sure about his masculinity. He has to get that reassurance, the proverbial treat to tell him he is being a good comic relief act. Because these days, that is all he is. I would love to sit here and tell you how “bad” this E2 character really is, but now isn’t the time or the place, and by the looks of you, you’ll find out soon enough anyway via experience. And since I seem to be verbally dissecting your heroes here, I may as well carry on. And I’ll go from one comic relief act to another in seamless transition. E2 to Spackle. And of course, the wannabe rebel in the corner with his dyed hair and folded arms, pretending not to here criticism for his hero right now, but it is coming.

(As before on the bus, Reece seems to be enjoying this power he has. All three children he has spoken to are questioning their beliefs in their idols right now, and now the child in the corner is looking up at Reece in interest. Even the dog has stopped chewing the shirt)

Reece Somers:
Now, this is difficult for me. As a Morality Enforcer, I must make sure I don’t make light of Spackle’s obvious mental issues. Plus, Spackle in his own way, in that “mother to unpopular son” way, is special. Let me clear things up here. I won’t overlook someone with a lower IQ just because he isn’t as smart. If I was to place one fault, it would be that I can overthink things, when simplicity is the best answer. And there isn’t much simpler than a big cage and people fighting in it. You give a monkey a stick, and eventually he’ll learn to use it as a weapon. Now, people all already putting Spackle in main events, and dreaming of big NIN Horror vs. Spackle matches and the suchlike. The two former friends thing has been done to death, and sadly, I’ll have to kill the proverbial “Cinderella story” here, because the only pumpkins will be carved up by the sharpest knife in the drawer, and that is undoubtedly me. Nine pumpkins to make lanterns, and even then they won’t all be that bright… Sorry, was that too deep for you lot? Yes?

(The rebel in the corner stomps off, and the dog loyally follows him. Reece looks over the scraps of the shirt. The broken window is letting a slight breeze, moving the scraps around)

Reece Somers:
Now, left on Blitz… We have two rogues and basic step-ups from the common thug. Soul Reaper is a man, yes, a man- Mortal and all- who says he can steal souls to find some kind of reasoning for his actions. Looking at it, the only qualification to be on Blitz is to be literally insane. I guess that is where this “brand war” idea comes from. TNT hates Blitz because it is full of insane guys who can stir up fights. Blitz hates TNT because they’ve found a definite ratings draw with Reece Somers. On the same note, Cactus is a supposed murderer. Now, I’ve been contacted by several lawyers and advised not to delve too deeply here, but I do wonder if we’ve seen only traces? Only scratched the surface? Seen a tiny bit of the full madness. So, for everyone’s safety, Reece Somers will send Cactus out of Sole Survivor. We can’t have a guy who cannot be trusted to adhere to basic safety rules in a cage, and if I wasn’t so sure that I’ll have him knocked out and on the mat for the pin, I would lodge an official complaint. As it stands, Cactus is in fact just a little pri… No, I’m not going to use that one. Too risqué.

(The wind flips over one of the shirts to reveal the words “Sole Survivor”. Reece glances at this, before turning to his now-silent audience. The wannabe rebel has settled near the door, and the quiet is so amazing that the carer is staring in with disbelief)

Reece Somers:
Let me just tie things up for the deluded three in the last few pieces of propaganda that I haven’t covered. Simz, I’ve spoken on this guy. Some people may have noticed he has adopted a few of my traits since I arrived, and I approve heavily of this. I am Reece Somers, Morality Enforcer, and to see that my work is having a direct effect on my colleagues is a nice experience indeed. Simz is a man of taste and class, but he still has much to learn. He is young, he will learn it, but I do wish him every success in his future endeavours… Wow, did anyone else think that sounded a bit like the WWE firing someone? Yes? No? They offered me a poor contract to join ECW a while back, and looking at what that’s become, I’m glad I’m here instead, although if I was backstage, there is no way certain superstars would have still been using drugs. Disgusting role models, eh? Starting to see how there is only one man to believe in, and the rest will evidentially lie to you? What’s the matter, kids? Been outsmarted? Had someone come and speak to you in such a way, that you’ve felt both mature, yet seeing a clear authority figure. Both your drunken carer… And yes, I can smell the alcohol… And Simz both know that feeling. Simz respects me; I treat him as a equal. But both of us know I am the better one. A simple fact.

Then we have Aladdin. Aladdin is an accomplished athlete who is here because he has his hands in the pockets of the bookers. Aladdin by all rights should be so used to the glass ceiling that he can see a reflection, but he has used his authority and tricks to avoid defending his title, knowing that when push comes to shove, I would take it. He even used his pull to get into this match, and try and weaken his opponents. He placed himself in the easiest match to get through, against two men I could beat blindfolded, and then started placing myself, E2 and Simz into matches. In fact, on the TNT side, I was the only real qualifier. E2 and Dan Taylor got in because E2’s ex didn’t want to play ball, and gave up that match, Aladdin beat two weak opponents and Simz got in on default! Myself, I had to first practically single-handedly beat three men, then E2’s ex who suddenly had every reason in the world to get in. Life’s cruel like that though. Now, to end things, and saving the worst for last, Mr Dan Taylor, who fancies himself as a dragon. He overlooked me, so I think I’ll do the same. The difference is Dan; you are so ignorant of the world around you that you missed my appearance. You, however, are a total non-entity. No one knows you, no one cares, and if you had more fans than figures, that would surprise me immensely. And no, Dan, that isn’t the prompt to cut off your fingers until you’ve got yourself, the deluded kid in front of me, and your mother. Having three fingers would not impress me much, because it would still be higher than your IQ.

(Reece laughs cruelly, and then takes a drink of water. The fabric has blown over fully, revealing the message “Reece Somers. Sole Survivor”. The children remain in shock, as Reece smiles at this simple sign)

Reece Somers:
And that is that. Get reading, stay in school, say no to drugs and to the ones about to add more on their beltline by charging to the fridge, save a doctor, go exercise for a bit. Catch Sole Survivor on PPV. I’ll be there, and you’ll recognise me as the one with his hand being raised up at the end. I remain Reece Somers, and… I’m your Sole Survivor. I’ll see myself out.

(Reece quickly leaves, with the cameraman struggling to keep up. We get the first comment from the shell-shocked boys before feed cuts off)

Kid:
God, that guy is a jerk.

[brockandsable]

Sole Survivor
-- Enter The Chamber -- :
“The Director's Cut”

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TAKE 1

CLOSE UP on E2 as he faces the camera inside the empty Chamber at the TD Banknorth Garden. With his body pressed against the wiring of the cage and his massive arms up above him, gripping the steel wiring, E2 is all business as drops of sweat trickle down from his forehead and onto his face.

”Let’s take it from the top, playas. First we got the mighty Soul Reaper. Death Incarnate. Fear personified. A man who can very much talk the talk, and walk the walk. Soul Reaper, you have done it all in the P2PW and E2 has no choice but to consider you the biggest threat going into this Chamber match at Sole Survivor.

Reaper, you have showcased to everybody that you will not hesitate to hurt people—you will not hesitate to end peoples’ careers! If they leave themselves open, you’ll punch them every time. And then, heh, you have gone on to……heh, ha!…….

Director “Cut! Cut! Cut!! Elijah, what the fuck are you doing?"

Camera slowly zooms out to reveal writer/director Spike Lee. Spike Lee is accompanied by a camera crew, boom, light and sound, the whole nine; we are trying to shoot a promo here.

Spike Lee “You mind telling me what is so fucking funny?”

E2 ”My bad, playa. It’s just hard to keep a straight face when talking about Soul Reaper, given the amount times we’ve bickered back and forth across company lines.

Spike Lee “The fuck has that got to do with this promo, man?

E2 “Here me out, playa, no doubt he’s the most experienced athlete in that Chamber; and now that Stare is out, he’s considered a favorite. But I can't help but laugh when I think of his Jedi hood the fact that he thinks he’s actually scaring anyone anymore. I can’t wait to power-bomb his ass!

Spike Lee “Well time is money, Elijah. Just say what you just said, like that, it was perfect!

E2 “You weren’t rolling the tape, dawg?”

Spike Lee “Jesus, the fuck----“

E2 ”A’right man, I’m ready.”

TAKE 2

”One year ago, E2 made his debut at Sole Survivor against Gormy for this precious Internet Title, and here I am now, with a possibility of facing Soul Reaper! He’s got the Reaper’s Requiem or he could use the Eternal Sleep…….he, heh, heh, eternal sleep, maw-haw-haw!

Spike Lee “CUT! CUT! Jesus Christ! Mother of God!! What is so fucking funny, man?”

E2 (Laughing) ”I can’t help it, man. It’s just hard to take him serious!”

Spike Lee “Ah, fuck it man. Let’s just move on to the next one!” Lights, camera, roll ‘em!

TAKE 3

”Next we have Reece Somers – Mr. (quoting with his unusually long, Arsenio Hall fingers) “Morality Enforcer” - in such a short period of time you have proven to the P2PW that you are going straight to the top. That’s got to be some kind of record. But also, Mr. (Arsenio Hall finger quote) “Morality Enforcer”, in record time you’ve managed to piss the One Man Killing Machine off!

For the past two weeks you’ve morally fucked with E2 in order to make a name for yourself. For the past two weeks you’ve put your moral nose where it doesn’t morally belong. (Pause)………Well come Sole Survivor if you happen to be standing----(E2 snickers and a snot bubble appears)

TAKE 4

(Making a serious face but you can see the laughter in his eyes and the snot bubbles in his nose) Well, “Mr. Morality Enforcer” (Arsenio fingers) in your moral corner, looking out your moral eyes across that moral chamber-----hahahahaha!!!

Spike Lee “….the fuck?!

TAKE 5

(Holding back a laugh and tears are falling) “Let the record state that E2 will take his moral size 17 boot and stick it right up your moral ass!”(E2 is ready to burst)

TAKE 6

”Cactus, Cactus—I just don’t know what to say. Never in my wildest nightmare did I think I would have to step into the squared circle with a respected friend and talented athlete. Never did the One Man Killing Machine think he’d become emotional about any opponent.

You helped me out a lot in the beginning, Cactus. Together we took out the likes of Soundscream and Soul Reaper, as well as wipe the floor clean with Gormy and Mastadon. Together, Cactus, we helped Deathrow become the most dominant stable in the history of P2PW!! And here we are, potential opponents. Truthfully, my nigga, I don’t want to do it, but this is for something far more important than any friendship. This is for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. And, for one night only, we will not be friends, rather we will be enemies!”

Cut to Spike Lee who is looking upward with his hands together, thanking God for a successful roll.

”Simz, you should be used to this by now. Let’s see, (two fingers up) Two weeks ago—I kicked your ass. (holding his chin) Last week, I kicked your ass. And come this weekend at Sole Survivor I will”----(shakes his head and smiles)

TAKE 7

”Then there’s Blitz!’s funny guy—Spackle. The failed actor; the quote--unquote favorite to take the Chamber. It’s funny to think that if not for professional wrestling, you’d be in line at the soup kitchen right now. (Pause) Spackle, I know a victory in the Chamber at Sole Survivor would mean everything to you. Even more than those precious evenings where you and Ninny sip Pink Champaign on a balcony overlooking Niagara Falls and then eventually retiring to the honeymoon suite where Ninny puts pig tails in your pink hair, bends you over and uses those pigtails for leverage while doing his thing.

But that’s another story for another Penthouse Letter. Right now this is about the Chamber. (E2 is beginning to lose his composure again) Humor will not get you over in the Chamber! (snicker)…..

CUT TO SPIKE LEE outside the chamber who is making Incredible Hulk faces at E2.

Spike Lee (Starting to go crazy) “Stay intense! Stay intense!”

(Controlling the laughter but shaking and crying at the same time) Pink, pigtailed infatuations will not get you over tonight! If and when we meet, it’s Confessions v. the Sit-Down Power Bomb, oh and it’s on, baby!!!!”------(E2 loses it)

(Under his breath) “Oh my God, someone shoot me now. Just fucking shoot me.”

TAKE 8

”'Dan “Dragon' Taylor. I don’t know much about you, but I heard Ricky 'The Dragon' Steamboat was your 3rd uncle and that you have a long list of accomplishments in other federations. I mean a very long list. Longer than my---……., well, it’s long.

CUT TO SPIKE LEE whose got his face in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief.

Newsflash nigga: You don’t mean jack shit to me. In other words, you’re quite forgettable. Kind of like Mordecai, Kenzo Suzuki or Renee Dupree; once you’re out of sight----(begins to snicker again), you’re out of mind. I, I d-don’t see why (snicker) anything will be different (snicker-snicker) come Chamber time……

Spike Lee “Cut! CUT!! This bullshit is just not working. We need to try a different approach. (Spike turns to his crew) Bring out the action figures, Casey!”

TAKE 9

Now, set up in the middle of the ring is a small coffee table with a toy Elimination Chamber with action figures set up on the top. Members of the filming crew are laughing this promo to scorn.

”Finally, we have---what’s that?” (some people outside the Chamber are trying to whisper something to E2) “What?!” (whispers) “Who?!” (whispers) “Ecos, who?”

(whispers) “Oh, yeah Ecos, shit almost forgot about him for minute……well, let’s see…..he loves Jesus, and…..well”

E2 grabs the Booker T action figure and uses his big hand to walk it over to the Edge action figure and boots it off the table.”

E2 (Chef's voice from South Park) “Get ‘a steppin’, playa!!”

”And last but not least, we have the man who I think will be THE toughest challenge, ’The Tiger’ Aladdin. You’ve had it coming for months now, boy. Just under two months ago you tasted a vicious power-bomb from yours truly. Then, not long after that, my old ho and I had to lay you out in the backstage area. I would think a man of your caliber would have learned his lesson by now. Grrrrr!!!! The Tiger!

Spike Lee “Cut! CUT!!!! Elijah, don’t say grrr!!!, just don’t, man.”

E2 ”Why not, playa?”

Spike Lee “Because it’s fucking gay! All right!! That’s why! It’s just fucking gay!!”

TAKE 10

CLOSE UP on E2 inside the Chamber, he has a rolled up Dutch in his hand and he lights it and begins to puff.

Spike Lee “The fuck's he doing now?”

And _j-man, although I’m disappointed that Stare’s out of the Chamber, it made my day to hear that you’ll be taking his place. E2/_j-man has been in the making for months now, and it could potentially come down to you (cough) and me.”

Spike Lee “This is the worst fucking promo I’ve ever filmed. This is just fucking horrible. This is a bad fucking promo.”

(Exhaling the smoke and becoming red-eyed) “And after I’ve gone through each and every member of that Chamber, I will go on to Wrestlefever 3 and face the World Heavyweight Champion!!!!”

(Looks to Spike)

How’s that, playa?



Playa?


Playa?!!!”

Written, produced, and directed by Spike Lee and Elijah Edwards © 2006

[Spackle]

“Chloe talked us into caves where we met our power animal. Mine was a penguin. Ice covered the floor of the cave, and the penguin said, slide. Without any effort, we slid through tunnels and galleries.”- Jack's subconcious

“My dick itches.”- Spackle

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(The scene opens on the profile of a doorway. On the doorway, in simple stenciled black letters, is the name “Spackle”. An arm stretches out past the camera and knocks on the door. A muffled voice from inside says to come in, and the cameraman’s hand reaches and turns the doorknob. The door creaks open, and inside sits a little man with a sweater vest, thick glasses and a notepad. He glances at the camera and quickly goes back to taking notes. The camera pans over to see the much more prominent figure of Spackle, wearing his wrestling trunks, a white wife beater, and his sunglasses, lying on a couch. He stares at the camera, then lowers his head and stares up at the ceiling. The camera positions itself to get both men in the shot. The little man is the first to speak.)

Man: Rusty, the camera isn’t going to help this any.

Spackle: Kay.

(The man sighs, looks at the camera, then back at Spackle.)

Man: Okay then. So tell me, when was the first time you realized you had this condition?

Spackle: About fifteen minutes ago when you told me I had it.

(The man sighs again.)

Man: Rusty, I’m trying to help you. Remember, it’s up to me whether or not you get to wrestle in the match of yours.

Spackle: No shit.

(Spackle scratches his chest.)

Spackle: I guess it happened after I first met Ninny. The very day I met him, I apparently slammed my dad’s head into the bumper of his truck. I don’t remember doing it, I mean, I don’t think I did, but the bloody bumper and the police obviously did. I turned sixteen in a Chicago holding cell a week later. My mom came and bailed me out, and said my dad’s been polishing his shotgun for whenever I get back. That was more or less my eviction notice, and I’ve been riding with Ninny ever since. Whenever something like that happens now, I just assume I got wrecked the day before. Plus, Ninny’s always there. He tells me what I did. He’s one cool fucker. I’ll never forget the first thing he said to me.
Man: Mmmhmm, that’s great. What about this NIN fellow? What do you feel when you talk about him?

Spackle: I don’t know… he’s like the little brother I never had. Did I tell you that when we first met, he was only fifteen? He didn’t look a day under 20. I thought he was going to molest me.

Man: Okay. We’ve spent enough time on the past. I have an exercise I’d like you to do concerning this cage match you’re wrestling in.

(The man lifts a previously unseen bag. He reaches inside, and pulls out several P2PW brand wrestling action figures and photo. Spackle sits up and looks at the toys, 8 to be exact, then at the man.)

Spackle: Does anyone else have to do this shit?

Man: Only a couple others who are being seen as a possible threat to safety due to mental conditions. E2 and Cactus are their “wrestling” names, I believe.

(The man stands up two of the figures. The toys are tiny die-caste models of Ecos and Dan Taylor.)

Man: Now, tell me, what do you think when you see these two?

(Spackle looks at the two figures with a half interest.)

Spackle: Well, the one on the left, he’s a whiny fucker. He’s a dumb piece of shit that thought he could make a deal with me, and got his punk ass slapped out of the ring. That’s why I’m coming out last in the match, fresh as a daisy. Did I tell you about that?

Man: Please focus Rusty.

Spackle: Okay. Ecos is his name. He has a God complex. Totally bat shit crazy. Why aren’t you doing this shit with him?

Man: This is about you, Rusty.

Spackle: Okay… I suppose this little cunt isn’t really a threat to anyone, so you’re able to just skip right over him.

(Spackle turns his gaze to the other toy.)

Spackle: I don’t know who that is.

Man: His name…

(The man looks at his notes.)

Man: Dan Taylor.

Spackle: Ohhh… that’s the puny shit who was whining about his life. I think he called me a comedy act. Said I couldn’t represent this company. Not because of my drug habits, my apparent mental disorders… but because I’m a comedy act. Tell me, what have you done…

(Spackle grabs the toy and starts yelling at it, much to the surprise of the man.)

Spackle: What the fuck have you done that makes you think your worthy of even mentioning my name? I’ve never met you, I’ve been here less time than you, and I can guarantee that you’re worth about as much as the crusty white stains in my pajamas.

(Spackle stops and looks at the man, who has started taking notes furiously. He sets the toy down.)

Spackle: What are you writing?

(The man looks up.)

Man: Oh, nothing.

(He sets his pen down and grabs the photo he pulled out of his bag and hands it to Spackle. The camera zooms in, and it’s seen that the picture is Reece Somers promotional 8X10.)

Man: They don’t actually have a toy of him, so this photo will have to do.

(Spackle looks at the photo.)

Spackle: Heh, I like this guy. He called me retarded. I’m not sure how he set it up, but he managed to compare me to a dog, loyally following Ninny around… or at least some punk faggot who likes Ninny. I don’t know his name, and I don’t really care… knowing his name would be personifying him… making it seem like he’s more than that little dingleberry that manages to rip a few hairs out. He’s a minor annoyance. Hell, not even one, because he’ll be gone by the time I get into the cage. I’ll bet his virginity on it.

(Spackle takes one last look at the picture, and hands it back to the man. The man seems slightly impressed with his restraint, and takes more notes. He then stands up two more figures: One of E2, and the other of Simz.)

Man: Okay, can you tell me these guys names, and what you are feeling?

(Spackle looks at the E2 figure.)

Spackle: I feel… have you ever felt, like, theirs an itch in your throat? I’m not trying to make a gay joke, but an itch anywhere that just can’t be scratched? That’s what I feel when I see E2. That’s his name, by the way.

Man: Hmm.

Spackle: Yeah, he’s never on your mind, but when he comes around, his black face, black lips, black gums and brown throat all flapping and blowing diarrhea all over you, you can’t help but feel compelled to scratch at him, to get him to go away. But no, he sits comfy in your throat, or wherever, and just keeps yapping, annoying you, never sticking his huge ass head out for fear that I’d kick it off. He’s an instigator that never follows through. He likes to claim superiority, but never proves it. In that large, delusional cranium of his, he’s already P2PW champ. Sure, he has a nice little plastic belt that was more or less given to him, but he’s no more a champion then this guy…

(Spackle turns to the little Simz doll.)

Spackle: …Simz. Christ, God could come down from heaven, bitchslap this guys opponent, make the ref count the three and give this shit a belt, and he’d still manage to fuck it up. He just can’t win. Anything. At all. He’d earn more money and more gold giving head, hand jobs, salad-tossing lessons, anything, right in the middle of the ring in front of dozens of fans. In fact, get this toy out of here, it’s insulting to have anything resembling him in my dressing room.

(Spackle smacks the toy off the table. It flies off camera. He then goes back to E2.)

Spackle: And him, no doubt he’d be first in line for Simz’ new gimmick, “The human Gene pool”. Christ, even the toys heads is the size of a rotten watermelon.

(Spackle knocks the E2 toy off camera.)

Man: Hmm… okay, now…

(He picks up the J-man toy.)

Man: And him?

Spackle: Him? How the hell did he get in this match? I beat him to earn my way in. I beat him, and while it’s nothing huge, I believe I was the first man who pinned this sorry sack of discolored puss. No doubt he’s moaned and bitched about it, how the white man is keeping him down… down for three seconds, to be exact, but I have no need to listen to his bull shit anymore. I beat him, I proved I’m better then him, and now, I could give a shit less about him. He and that fat shmuck of a manger can go reminisce on the vapors of what life could have been, while I go on to win a world tit- a belt.

(Spackle pushes the J-man toy out of the way, and picks up the Cactus toy.)

Man: Uhh…

Spackle: And this guy! I’m so high above this guy, he looks like a fucking coil of dog shit from where I am. And what do superior people do with dog shit? They side step it, let the fat headed janitor pick it up.

(Spackle looks around, probably for the E2 toy that he threw away.)

Spackle: I’ve beaten this guy, I’ve outlasted this guy, he’s possibly the smallest threat in the match. Smaller than Simz! That takes a lot of work! I won’t even dirty my hands with him. I beat him going into this match, I’ll beat him in the match, and no doubt I’ll beat him somewhere down the line, after he gets one of his dozens of undeserved title shots. Then you know what I’ll do? I’ll shoe that ugly belt down his unnaturally wide throat, just so he knows what success tastes like. Then I’ll yank it out, rip his legs off and throw them to the crowd.

(Spackle breaks the toys legs off, and tosses the tiny corpse away. He then goes to the two remaining toys, and picks up the wee Aladdin.)

Spackle: YOU! You know I’m your good luck charm, right? You were busy getting your legs crammed up your ass before I came here, and I guess you caught a glimpse of me and decided to make something of yourself. Too bad you still managed to fall short and only won the “2nd place belt” You have an inflated sense of self worth, something that these fans and management have only been feeding and making bigger. You’re considered one of the favorites, along with me and the fat headed fuck going into this thing. You’re ego is getting too goddamn big, and for no reason! You’ve had a lucky streak against some jobbers! The only person you beat that’s worth mentioning was well on her way out the door when you squeaked by her! You’re a sickening pile of vomit, with some sawdust sprinkled on it! Gotta match that brown skin your so proud of, right? Well, you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to strip the skin off your body, strip you of any chance you have at being anything more then 2nd place, and while your laying in the hospital in constant pain, waiting for a skin graft, I’ll drop by and check on that goddamn ego of yours, and if it still looks too big for your britches, I’ll cave in your skull with a bedpan!

(Spackle tosses the toys away, and it’s heard hitting the wall with a loud thud. The Man has stopped taking notes, and is looking genuinely worried. Spackle reaches for the last toy. )

Spackle: And then, finally, there’s this piece of garbage! This has-been piece of shit. You like to bitch about the past, and claim why a title reign, one that nobody remembers and much less cares about, entitles you to another run at your glory days. So you’ve had an impressive run at this mediocre crack house of a company. So what? So I can pinch the top of my dick and blow a cum bubble, and that’s much more impressive then the trash you call a wrestling career. I’ve beaten you, I’ve tossed you out of the ring, effectively proving why I deserve a nice little belt more than you. You’ve had enough chances at the #1 belt in this company since you lost is o so long ago, and you’ve managed to fuck them all up. I may not like this place, but it deserves a little better than that. That’s why I’m going to make sure you don’t get another chance at a belt. That’s why I’m going to make sure Bryant sees that you’re done, yesterday’s news. Nothing the people want to see anymore. I think breaking you’re arms would be sufficient.

(Spackle is about to break the arms off the little Soul Reaper doll. He then stps and looks at the cowering man.)

Spackle: Christ man, they’re just toys. Why’re you getting so uptight?

(Spackle tosses the toy away.)

Spackle: I’ll wait till the match. It’ll be much more satisfying to murder the real ones, rather than continue with this voodoo.

(With this, Spackle calms down, and lays on the couch.)

Spackle: You two can leave now.

(The man looks at the camera and grabs his bag. He rushes out, the camera taking a final look at Spackle and then following him. The cameraman closes the door behind him, and follows the man, who is speed walking down the hall. He turns a corner and runs into none other than Barry Bryant.)

Bryant: Whoa, doctor! Where’s the fire?

(The man is a bit shocked but regains composure.)

Man: Sir, I have to implore that Rusty shouldn-

Bryant: Who?

Man: Umm, Spackle. He shouldn’t be allowed to wrestle. He’s suffering from mild schizophrenia, and multiple anger problems. He’s a danger to the fans. The man needs to be locked away.

(Bryant looks at him.)

Bryant: Thank you doctor, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Man: What? No, not in the match, I mean away-

Bryant: I know what you mean. Look, doctor, he’s in a cage, he can’t get to the fans. Crazy is good ratings, and, I mean this in the nicest possible way, I already knew the jackass was crazy. I just called you for legal reasons.

Man: What?

Bryant: Yeah, you can go to your other appointments now. The darkie's making a movie and the brit's... in the building somewhere.

(Bryant walks off, leaving the stunned doctor staring after him. The camera goes black on his awestruck face.)

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=red,2,300]Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business.
I'm not in the business. I am the business.[/glow]

It’s a cold, hard world isn’t it, fucker?

Hrmghmrgh

Isn’t it funny, two-hundred thousand years of evolution, wiping out whole species, completely changing whole landscapes, surviving everything nature can throw at us to become the one and true master of the planet. Yet still we are one of the most fragile and vulnerable creatures alive.

Hmghmghh

*The screen is utterly and completely black. But the black jumps up and out of the screen, revealing a man’s face. The man is sweating and slightly crying, probably because he is bleeding from the nose, mouth, and various cuts across his face, and is gagged with a piece of cloth. The badly beaten man looks like he could pass as SoundScream, the man starts to speak muffled talk, but stops when we hear a Revolver being cocked; the man gulps. The camera cuts to an extreme close up of the barrel of that revolver. The camera pulls back focus, the background becomes the foreground as we find the man behind the gun, NIN Horror. NIN is in a dark place, sporting a new hair style, his long black dreads have apparently been chopped off, as his hair is now bleached blonde, fried (frizzed out), and about half a foot long. NIN is wearing a “Romper Stomper” promotional t-shirt, a classic gun holster belt, tight maroon jeans, and a lot of black eyeliner, which really brings out a coldness in his eyes. NIN points the gun at the camera for a good five seconds, and then just lowers it off screen. With his other hand, NIN brings up a half smoked cigarette, then takes a hit. *

NIN: I thought you’d say that.

*The screen cuts back to the man’s face, he makes a painful face, and probably begs NIN to let him go, but all he gets out are mumbles. The camera cuts back to NIN, he takes another hit, then tosses the cigarette off-screen. He smiles and waves the gun up in the air. *

NIN: This? This is the Smith & Wesson .500 caliber Magnum Revolver. It’s nearly three times more powerful than that peashooter Dirty Harry had, with this you could probably cut Clint in half from half a block away. If I wanted to I could vaporize your whole torso right now.

*NIN suddenly points the gun back at the man, and we hear him yelp. NIN laughs, then holsters the gun. The camera cuts to the man, his eyes are tightly shut, but he then slowly opens them after he realizes that he’s not dead. The camera zooms out, revealing that the man is casually dressed, with his shirt covered in blood. The man is tied sitting in an office chair, in a large dark room, identical to the last setting in the film “Fight Club”. NIN turns the man’s chair and starts to wheel him off screen. The camera cuts to a shot of a whole wall that is a window overlooking a large city in the night. NIN stops, then pushes the man/chair off-screen. NIN walks the other way, then drags an empty office chair into the scene. NIN reaches in his pocket and pulls something out, then sits in the chair. The camera cuts to the windows perspective, looking at NIN. He turns to face the camera directly. NIN took out a pack of smokes and a lighter, he puts a cigarette in his mouth, lights it, then pockets the pack and the lighter. NIN takes a long drag, then looks at the camera. *

NIN: March, 21, 2005. Last year’s Sole Survivor. That is where I made my P2PW debut. That is where I beat a clown in an ugly mask. Now, more than a year later, I get to fight another clown at another Sole Survivor, and this clown’s named SoundScream. You see, ever since I got here I’ve been in a heated feud with the boys upstairs. I’ve cursed them at every opportunity, and they’ve done everything they can to hold me back. They’ve put me in go-nowhere feuds with jobbers, they’ve put me in filler match after filler match, and they’ve tripped over themselves in trying to keep me away from p2p gold. At WrestleFever 2, last September, I won a title shot at any belt I wanted, and now, Ten Months Later, I am finally getting that title match. I’ve seen people around me, people that got here after me, people that aren’t as good as me, get title shots left and right. This World Title match is my first title shot here since I joined up 17 months ago. Let me tell you right now, all the bull shit, all the politics, it ends now. At Sole Survivor I am going to win the World Title, without question, and when I do Management, the boys upstairs, they won’t be able to touch me. Those mother fuckers will have to answer to me, because the one thing they’ve been trying to prevent for the last year and a half will finally come true. I will have the P2PW World Title, the zenith of this entire company. When I win that, no one, not even you will remember when corporate shills controlled this company, when I win the World Title, I will destroy those who call the shots, and in their place I will rise up, and after 17 months of hard work and patience, I will be at the helm of P2PW, and no man, no committee will be able to stop me.

*NIN takes a hit, then looks off camera and sighs. *

NIN: One of the reasons why I don’t already have the World Title is because of the Brand Split. When Stare vacated the belt, he started the conspiracy behind the World Title. First what they do is vacate the belt, so that no one can just get a shot at it. Then what they do is have a ‘battle royal’ for the belt, leaving me out of the match, and try and distract me with that Fanatic Belt that absolutely no one wants. So there in the battle royal, they get Cactus to fix the ending so that Scream can win. So then when everybody wants title shots, management comes up with some bullshit fiasco over who gets the one and only shot at Scream, because for some reason he can only defend the belt quarterly. So after weeks of huss and fuss who finally gets the shot at Scream? Cactus, the very man that won the belt for Scream, so then in their match, everybody and their mother runs out to do whatever, some of those people were out there just to help secure Scream the win. So what all can we learn from this? Simple, management put a Puppet Champion into place, the Shah of Blitz, if you will. They’ve paid off people to keep the title on him, and to create the illusion that we actually have competition. If SoundScream is the Shah of Blitz, then this is 1979 all over again, because absolutely no puppet will stand in my way to the world title. So you’re probably asking your self, ‘why SoundScream?’ well, it’s elementary. SoundScream is just one interchangeable wrestler of many in America. He has very bland wrestling, proven by his weak and unimpressive moveset topped by a Superkick and a shitty Diamond Cutter, he tries to cover this up with garbage matches. SoundScream relies on one of two gimmicks: ‘cocky heel’ or ‘fan favorite’. Scream will never change, never grow as a wrestler or anything because he is interchangeable parts. If something bad happens to Scream, Stare can replace him as easily as a light bulb.

*NIN takes another hit, then holds the cigarette in his mouth. NIN stands up and walks off screen, he returns with the man tied down to the chair. NIN positions the man facing him, then sits back in his own chair. NIN takes another drag, then looks at the camera. *

NIN: Scream, even though you’re a lifeless puppet, you have the ability to speak, and to do things like read a script. So one of the things I hate the most about you is how much of a pussy you come off as. That was really cute what you did, go visit P2PW Heaven, talking to all the old timers, but then you go and do some weak shit like talk to a dummy dressed up like me. that just further proves to me how much of a gutless coward you are. Scream, the puppet champ, dresses up dummies to look like his opponents because he can barely face the real people, and NIN, the number one contender, goes and finds real people, because I don’t give a fuck.

*NIN flicks the cigarette at the man’s face, then hops out of his chair and un-holsters the .500 Magnum. NIN gets behind the man, grabs and pulls back his hair, then taps his forehead with end of the very large barrel. Fear explodes in he man. *

NIN: Scream, you have a lot of nerve, do you really want to know who I’ve beat? Fine, I’ve beaten 17 people in this company, some of them twice. I’ve beaten Red Ninja, the TNT Champion, I beat the guy that beat the guy that threw you off a house. And even though it wasn’t here, I recently beat _the j-man, on his on turf in ELITE. And when I beat him I won the thing that people like to call the ELITE Worldwide Championship. So Scream let me ask you, who have you beat? Cactus a few times? Big deal, you have one more victory than me, and six more losses than me. Scream you are nothing more than a glorified midcarder. The mere idea that you could have made it all the way to the World Title is a crying shame. It’s a double edged sword that you have to defend your belt in this kind of match Scream. On the one hand, there’s nothing you can do to me that even resembles pain, and I could easily tear your limbs off if I wanted too. On the other hand, you can’t say those two little words if I kill you. In ten years I’ve shed more blood than you can fathom, I’ve fought men that are now either dead or in prison, I’ve even been on that side of the tracks. Scream, nothing you have done, barbed wire cages, Broken Home matches, nothing compares to some of the shit I’ve been through. Scream if you are stupid then you’ll actually try and fight me, but if you have even one brain cell in you head you’ll say those two words right after they ring the bell. Vengeance is a cold mother fucker, if you’re stupid, you’re going to learn that the hardest way possible. Symbolism, you want symbolism mother fucker, ok, this .500 Magnum is me, and this poor boy’s skull is you. When I get you in the ring there will be only one thing that can happen.

*NIN steps back, raises the gun, cocks it, then fires! The sound of it nearly breaks the cameras and mics recording, and almost covers up the sound of a large window shattering. NIN holsters the gun, then looks at the camera. *

NIN: Scream, the jury’s still out on if I kill you or not. But what we all know for sure is that I’m going to beat you. I don’t care if you’re ready, it happens at Sole Survivor. See you there bitch.

*NIN pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it slowly. He takes a drag, then pulls the gag out of the man’s mouth. *

Man: D-does that mean you’re gonna let me l-live?

*NIN takes another drag, and then with absolutely no sign of emotion NIN pushes the man out of the shattered window! The man Screams all the way down as the camera fades to black…

[glow=red,2,300]Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does? [/glow]

[Reaper]

The shot opens up to an autograph signing at the local area mall , there are a lot of people waiting in line with posters, pads of paper, P2PW Blitz! programs, even year books. There is a lot of buzz in the crowd and the camera follows the line of people from around a corner with a jewelery store all the way to the front of the line. The camera then pans around to see that Soul Reaper is sitting at a table conversing with several fans and jotting down his autograph and even posing for a quaint picture. Reaper looks up and sees the camera and stands.

"Hey look folks, see this camera? That means its time for my 'Promo Assignment'. Who wants to be on Pay Per View?"[/b]

The crowd erupts and starts chanting and going wild, holding up their posters and other oddities.

"Alright folks, prepare to see what happens when somebody does a promo the old fashioned way....unscripted. Lets go camera monkey..[/b]

Reaper clears his throat and looks around at the people, gives a little nod and starts talking.

"Finally...after a long ass time of waiting AND waiting AND endless waiting... its time for this Elimination Chamber thing to happen. And over the course of it being announced theres been a lot of bullshit spewed from just about every mouth involved. From the ever present and ever useless mouth of the 1 man sleeping Machine, to the newest guy that was allowed in... who also should be thanking me for allowing it to happen... _the j-man. Words come from every direction and the general idea is that the person doing the talking is gonna win. While at the same time, just about everybody has taken their shots at me. Good for you, obviously you guys couldn't get anybody to give a damn about what was said unless my name was involved. As usual, you tear me down and tear me down, but in the end, you can't stop talking about me. And why is that? Jealousy? Fear? A combination of both? Or is it that you're just trying to get noticed? Either way, I don't pay much attention to it. Why should I.. its not like any of these people are REALLY in my league. If you look at the list of people in the match, I've done just about AS Much or even MORE than all of them....combined. So really, they are of no consequence. Just useless little bugs that are in my way of getting back what is rightfully mine and that is the World Championship. Its only a matter of time before I get it anyway, so why prolong it any more than needed? You look at the cast of morons in this match and nobody has really DONE anything that impressive anyways...and surely hasn't captivated me enough to be impressed with them.

I mean a guy like Sparkle... or Spackle...or whatever the fuck...what can I say, its obvious he's in this match because he's been under the desk of management so long that his mouth is almost permanently stuck in an open position. This guy who's done nothing but ride the coattails of NIN and Stare... and that probably wasn't the only thing he was riding on those two either... he actually thinks he's somebody when its quite clear that his meager achievements somewhere else have little to no impact on anything he's currently involved with. And whats his fascination with toys and children for Christ's sake, quite disturbing. The only thing more disturbing is that he's probably shifted one of his many diseases to these children. Hell if he wins this match, it won't be because of any sort of skill or even luck...it'll be because none of the rest of us want to touch for fear of what we may end up with. Ole Pinky will have about as much effect on this match as a knife in a tank battle. Nobody cares that he's even in the match to begin with, much less will they care when his bloody mass gets eliminated from the match. You'd be better off prancing around some prairie land somewhere in a drug induced haze... next...."[/b]

Reaper looks to the crowd and see a kid wearing a Soul Reaper shirt, he goes over to the little boy...

"Alright little guy, who's your favorite wrestler in the Chamber match?"[/b]

Kid:the J-man...

The people in the line laugh, as does Soul Reaper and then he looks back to the kid..

"Fair enough... so why is it that you're sporting MY shirt and are at MY autograph signing?"[/b]

Kid:...umm.. cuz j-man ain't havin a signing.

"And why do you think that is, small fry... and its not because he's a black man.."[/b]

Kid:Probly cuz he's high

"That's right, now run along.."[/b]The boy runs back to the line where his mom is"... what a role model eh folks? I mean here we are in a crowded mall and that little kid knows that his hero, his favorite wrestling superstar would rather go smoke a joint or 12 and not come out here and sign just a few pieces of paper for HIS FANS. As usual, I'm left to do damage control and yet HE is the one being treated as if he's the next greatest thing to happen to this company since the last world champion... Where ever he is? _the j-man is really nothing more than a glorified idiot who's biggest fan, just happens to be himself. Either that or his butt buddy that he drags around from place to place in Smokey. So that brings our tally of 2 people so far who are probably going to die of an overdose sometime in the near future. Great for ratings... I bet the board here will be thrilled when that happens. J-man, you're ego has gotten the best of you, because apparently you've forgotten the many times that you've wound up in the same place Stare is right now, at MY hands. I've turned your face into a breakfast food and laughed at your feeble attempts at redemption against me. The best you could do was 'beat' me for a belt that I didn't even want in the first place... congratulations. You accomplished nothing.

Speaking of people who have accomplished nothing we have 2 pieces of shit from TNT that fit this category perfectly. 1 being Dan the Faggot.... I mean Dragon Taylor and that uppity hypocrite Reece Sommers. Taylor has held a world title in a company that nobody has heard of nor will anybody care about anytime in this lifetime. Great, you beat some nameless nobody to become a nobody champion. That isn't going to help your chances against people with name value. Hell I wouldn't let you wipe dog shit from my shoes. Thats how little you mean to me in this match. And as far and Sommers... yeah everybody can see through this whole bullshit morality enforcing gimmick you have. You'll wind up being 'caught in the act' or just forgotten about like the Right to Censor. If you think for one second that you're going anywhere in this place with a weak character like that, then I've got news for ya, hotshot. Ain't happenin', you'll be pushed down farther than Steveo316 and the only thing people will say when they hear your name will be 'who?'"[/b]

Reaper rolls his eyes and the people look on, half stunned that this is being allowed to be said. Some people are getting into it while others are disagreeing whole-heartedly. Reaper takes a breath and looks back to the camera, shifts his position around a little and starts again.

"Then we have another couple of miscreants that have done basically nothing of importance for the past few months. Cactus and the self proclaimed chosen one Ecos. Cactus...first off... would be nothing if it weren't for me. Everybody knows it, hell even he knows it. His name wouldn't have registered in this company at all if I hadn't brought about the destruction of the bWo and his infamous ACCIDENT where he killed his friend. And then at the peak of his popularity he had a shot at me and my world title, in a cell... AND HE FAILED. He couldn't beat me and I had a piece of table stabbed into my leg. He still couldn't manage to get the job done and has been afraid to go one on one with me ever since. Cactus is a non factor....

Then you have Ecos.. WHAT THE FUCK HAS HE DONE!?!! Beat a few jobbers? Wonderful, hell even JT Blade did that. Ecos hasn't really been challenged here in P2PW and thats because he's been protected up to this point. Well his protection just ran out and now he's in a match with the people that actually have done a few things. Some of us in the match already have gold... meanwhile Ecos couldn't hold our jock. He's going to be tossed around like a high school girl at a frat party and left outside the front door, face down and ass up. He won't be intimidating anybody in this match, and you can bank on that. That just leaves 3 stragglers from TNT left to discuss....

So let me start with the one that will be the biggest waste of a spot for that side.. Simz. I mean honestly what the hell is this kids count at for losing a title shot? Being persistent is one thing, but goddamn this kid has been shut down everytime. What makes him think he's got a bat's chance in hell this go around? I for one am very certain that he won't be making it to the final 4 in this match. TNT may as well have given this spot to a rookie and been done with it, because thats the effect that Simz will have. He's insane if he thinks he's going any longer than 5 minutes in this match. But he can dream I guess, of course you can dream in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills first. Just another slot that will have no impact on the match.

On the flip side, you have his old running buddy and current Rage champion, 'the tiger' Aladdin. Well I'd be willing to bet that this 'tiger' is tame and won't be biting anybody's throat in the chamber. Honestly, congratulations on the Rage title, but next time, don't rush yourself into the main event so soon. You need to train and build yourself to this point. You can't just go for all the gold the second you acquire one belt. But if you're that eager to humiliate yourself, then so be it. You've run your mouth enough to get you into trouble lately anyways, so it'll be fun to not only take part in ripping you up, but I may even sit back and watch you get manhandled by the rest of the inmates just for the fun of it. Good luck trying to talk your way out of that asswhoopin kid, all of your RAGE credentials don't mean shit when you have 9 people stomping your face into the canvas."[/b]

Reaper goes over to his chair and sits in it, and looks directly into the camera that is across the table from him now.

"Finally we have the biggest and dumbest, loudmouthed reject of the bunch in E2. This guy has made a career of not only running his mouth, but also not living up to his hype and potential. Hell the best he did was win the womens.... I mean internet championship from the man that quit this company for no good reason in Shinns Theory. He was basically handed that belt on a silver platter and what has he done with it since? Nothing. He's defended it maybe 2 times against nobodies and now apparently thinks that because he beat my loser of a partner in Soundscream in a tag match that he beat me. Well, whatever your ego needs to survive, but you've proven nothing in this company other than you NEED help to win matches and you WON'T take it upon yourself to fight... so they force you to participate in matches that even a monkey with one leg could win. You'll always be nothing in this company and its your own damn fault. It'll be my pleasure to demolish you and your fuckin ego in the chamber and when the dust finally settles, I will be the last man standing in that cage. All the rest of you can keep dreaming. And as for what belt I'll go after... I'll keep that bit of info to myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot of people who are waiting to get their stuff signed...."[/b]

Reaper waves the next person to come to the table and he knocks the camera away. Some people in the crowd cheer, some boo, and some are still shocked that it was allowed to happen at all. The camera man regains his composure and we see it fade to black as the camera man walks away, his lens still focused on Reaper.

[Aladdin]

It's two posts long, just so you know.


Sole Survivor Chamber Promo



The scene opens up with a bird’s eye view of the Elimination Chamber. The arena is empty, no fans, no officials. The Chamber is position around the ring, just as it would be later tonight when ten participants put their bodies through hell for the chance to headline WrestleFever 3. The camera zooms in until all that’s in the shot is the Chamber. Suddenly, the camera jumps to a side view of the Chamber. Hundreds of feet of unforgiving chain, reinforced by its steel frame. The camera encircles the evil structure once before we are taken to the inside of the chamber. We look up at the height of it, and then we look to the sides at the smaller single chambers, where eight participants will be locked into, leaving the other two to start it out. The camera then moves back a few steps and turns to the middle of the ring, where the unmistakable figure of “The Tiger” Aladdin is seen, standing there, ready in his ring gear, tiger striped short-sized tights, black fingerless gloves and a black bandana around his head. Proudly wearing his Rage Title around his waist, Aladdin looks around at the domineering structure himself, and then into the camera.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: We’re finally here. Sole Survivor. The first ever interpromotional pay-per-view in P2PW history. The road to WrestleFever 3 begins tonight. And guess who’s in the main event.

Aladdin smiles into the camera, then gives a sarcastic confused look, before nodding his head.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That’s right, “The Notorious T.I.G.” “The Tiger” Aladdin. Remember a year ago, at Sole Survivor. I had lost the tag team titles and I was on my way out of The Blood Pack. But, more importantly, that’s when everything started to click. Everything started to go well, at that time. All my hard work was starting to pay off. That was the beginning of my run, my undefeated streak. It was my first step on the ladder to success, and since then, I’ve climbed up a whole lot more steps to get to the position I’m in, right now. I’ve earned my spot in this Elimination Chamber, and you know what, more than anyone else in this match, I deserve to take this thing home. Now, I know I’m not the favourite going into this match, I know. I’ve some what faded into the background, but things are going to change. In case you don’t believe me, let me talk to you about each and everyone of my opponents, and then after I’m done, you’ll know exactly why this is my destiny.

Aladdin puts on a more intense look, before the lights suddenly turn off. The lights turn back on and there are is a cardboard cut out in the ring, next to the Rage Champion.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I thought I’d help the process by giving you guys some visual aid. Take a look around the chamber.

On top of the cardboard cut-out in the ring, there is one in every small chamber compartment, all of Aladdin’s opponents. Aladdin keeps the one next to him, turned around, so that we can’t see who it represents.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Just like that (he clicks his fingers) I can turn the situation around. You better believe that I’ll do the same thing later tonight. Oh, and before I give you my two cents, I need everyone to know that I’m not one to sugar coat anything I say. I’m not going to bullshit about anything. What I say is the truth, and if you don’t like it, that just too bad.

Aladdin turns the cardboard cut-out around, showing that the one in the ring is “The Chosen One” Ecos.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So, I’ll start off with this guy. Blitz’s new sensation, the guy who apparently is the new Messiah of wrestling. The guy has shown plenty of potential, in fact he’s the number one contender to the International Title. And, guess what, people. I won that match for him. Yep, if it wasn’t for me coming in and giving that bastard, Chilly Willy, a pounce then Ecos would have been on the losing side of things, much like he will be tonight. So, Ecos, what I’m trying to say to you, right now, is that you’re a gold fish in my ocean. And I’m the Tiger Shark. You don’t stand a chance at winning this match, so I’d be careful, because if you swim in my direction, I’ll eat you up. You’re nothing but a side dish to me, you’re not the main course in this thing, Ecos. You’re simply filler, when it comes to this match. Now, I know you believe that you’re the single post powerful entity in this universe, but get in my way and I’ll make you see God.

Aladdin taps the cut-out over with the smallest amount of effort, as if it was a feather, signifying what he thinks of Ecos’s chances in this match.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So, that’s the first one gone. Eight to go. Who’s next?

Aladdin steps out of the ring section of the Chamber and into the steel platform. He walks over to one of the eight small compartments, which are all open. As he gets closer, it’s visible that he’s walking in the direction of Cactus’s representation. Aladdin picks it up, just using a couple fingers, and takes it out of the compartment and places it on the steel floor.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: “The Lone Wolf” Cactus. Perfect case of how the mighty have fallen. Just over a year and a half ago, I was an unknown entity and Cactus was a main event draw in P2PW. If you asked someone, then, who would win in a match between Cactus and myself, nine times out of ten Cactus would have been the obvious choice. Fast forward to 2006 and I would murder the murderer. Cactus, I respect you, I really do, but what have you done lately? You lost your World Title match, without much fuss, you lost at WrestleFever 2 after going in as the favourite and you haven’t one any big matches in a year. Vegeta lasted longer than you in the Blitz Breakdown match, so do you really think you have a change against me? I’ll answer for you. No. You are the definition of has-been. I remember around the draft, that I was annoyed that you were on the other show because I wanted to have a match with you, but having seen your work as of late, I know I wouldn’t have a tiniest bit of problem beating your ass. If it does come down to Wolf versus Tiger, tonight, the stronger, smarter, more agile and more talented one will come out on top, me. Wolves work best in packs, Cactus. You had better find some sort of ally in there, because if you don’t, this tiger will have some new meat to feast on.

Aladdin nudges the cut-out over, causing it to fall flat on the floor, but this time he uses a bit more strength signifying that the opponents are more challenging.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Two down, seven to go.

Aladdin enters the ring and then walks over to the opposite side of the chamber, exiting the ring at the other side and walking over to the next compartment.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Simz. Jeez, this guy again. Where to begin? I suppose I’ll remind everyone that it was last year’s Sole Survivor which triggered something in my head, which caused me to begin my unbeaten streak. Now, it wasn’t till a month later that I was betrayed by the Blood Pack, but the seeds were planted at Sole Survivor when all four of us lost our matches. As my proverbial light bulb got brighter and brighter, I felt the jealousy from my supposed friends. My light shone so bright that it was blinding towards them. Now, the one person who was most jealous of my success, and still is to this day, is Simz. From my decision to tag with Vegeta to win the tag titles, to right now. Now, I can understand why he was so envious of me, I means that’s obvious. Just look at me.

Aladdin pauses for a few seconds to pose for the camera, with a cocky smile on his face as if that was all of the ladies. He brushes off his highly defined abs with his finger and then flexes his biceps.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Who wouldn’t want to be me? But, this was different. It was jealousy mixed in with a bit of hatred. The worst kind. That’s just quite pathetic, to me. Well, since the then, the guy sure has stepped it up a notch, which I respect, but still, let’s look at his win/loss record. Not bad. Now, let’s think back to those matches. Well, without going into detail, I’ll sum them up for you. Each loss, was clean. He was pinned or he submitted. Now, his wins, talk about a contrast. Not one, not one match has he won without somehow cheating, whether that be thanks to Claudius, Red Ninja or a weapon. The guy can’t win a match based on his ability. So, do you really think he has a chance at winning a match like this, where anything goes? Claudius sure can’t get in, and we’ll be locked in here without weapons. But wait, he’s a businessman. Before this pay-per-view, Simz was trying his hardest to make his odds better. Trying to take out some members of the match before we even got there. Let’s take a look at his success rate. Reece is still standing, so is Dan. Same goes for E2, and wait a minute, I’m still here too. (Sarcastically)Great businessman he is. More like a spoilt rich kid, if you ask me. But money won’t help you in here. Now, I’ve heard you talking about some other sort of insurance deal, to help you out, but whoever or whatever it is, you’re going to need a miracle to make it into the last five. Simz, let me tell it to you straight. You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long, too fucking long. (Talking with more anger) I’ve had enough of your egotistical attitude, and I’m going to put you in your place. You’re known as the guy who’s had so many title shots, but always chokes. You just aren’t at that level, but in your mind you’re all that and more. You’re not, and after tonight, after the beating I give you, you will realize it. Once the night is over, not only am I going to wash my hands of all the blood, but I’m going to wash my hands of you.

Aladdin looks at Simz with a look of disgust, even going as far as spitting on the cut-out of Simz. Aladdin taps the cut-out over with his finger, and then moves on.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Three down, six to go.

Aladdin walks over to the other side of the steel flooring, where the cut-out of Dan “Dragon” Taylor, is seen. He takes it out of the compartment and rests it against the steel chain wall.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now this guy is a great talent for the future. But that’s my point…future. Tonight isn’t your time, it’s too soon for you. You can pretend all you want that you’ve got a shot at winning this thing, but you know in your heart that that isn’t going to be the case. You see me as your biggest threat, well sorry, kid, but that feeling isn’t mutual. I truly do respect your ability, you have skills that most wrestlers would dream of having, but not me, and solely because however good you are, I’m just on another level. I saw your video package, and I know for a fact that almost every other guy in the company was impressed, but I wasn’t blown away. I’ve actually seen most of those clips first hand, because I’ve been in many feds with you before. You sure did a great job of showcasing your strengths and hiding your weaknesses, because there sure are a lot of things that you need to improve on. Anyone can make a compilation of the good things they’ve done, but that doesn’t mean what they display is their whole game. I’m probably the only one in the Chamber who has actually seen what you’re like in big match situation, and I’m going to take advantage of that. I’m going to expose your flaws for the whole world to see, and eliminate you myself. Now, I suppose you think you can do the same to me, but unfortunately for you, I’m going to step into this ring tonight with a whole different game plan. I’m not going to tell you what that is now, but you’ll find out first hand, later tonight. Tonight, when it comes down to Tiger versus Dragon, contrary to popular belief, the Tiger will be triumphant. I guarantee it.

Aladdin takes the cut-out off the steel chain wall and tosses it over, signifying Dan’s elimination from the match.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Four down, five to go.

Aladdin squeezes through the ropes, into the ring and then out of it, at the side perpendicular to the side he entered. He walks over to an individual compartment, opens it up and takes out the cardboard cut-out. He turns it around.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Reece Somers. Same applies to this guy. Great talent, but not his time. I have no doubt in my mind that sooner or later this guy will win the big title, but he has to get some experience before he can achieve that goal, and he’s only just begun. You’ve only been here for what? Four weeks? There’d need to be some sort of divine intervention for you to pull of the win. You’ve done more in four weeks than most people have in their careers, but the thought of you actually winning this match is just too far fetched. Maybe next year, kid.

Aladdin pauses for a second and is about to knock over the cut-out but then stops and looks back towards the camera.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know what, I actually grew up amongst people like you. As some know already, I was a privileged growing up, and I ended up going to a top private school. The majority of the teachers there were full of shit, preaching to us about the important of being courteous, having manners and not to get involved in drugs and alcohol. But, then when our backs are turned, they’re doing exactly what they said not to do. They’re acting like hooligans, throwing out a swear word with every sentence and downing bottles of beer in a matter of seconds. Now, I’m not saying that’s the right way to live, I in no way condone drugs, and I don’t even drink, but what I’m trying to say is that they were hypocrites. And Reece, so are you. You talk about how you’re a gentleman and how you would never provoke a fight or attack someone, and then you go and get involved with Simz and his assault on E2. That’s bullshit. You’re the worst kind of low-life. Says one thing, does another. That pisses me off. And I’m going to show you exactly how much. You want to talk about manners, well then, let me introduce to a couple things you’re going to get very accustomed to.

Aladdin puts his hands up, just underneath his chin. He clenches his fists as his veins start to bulge.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: This is lefty and righty. They’re looking forward to meeting you, and I hear your face is much obliged.

Aladdin lowers his hands.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, I know that you like hardcore environments, so I guess you think you’re going to feel right at home. Well, guess again. This Chamber match is like nothing else you’ve ever been in. Anyone can throw a chair, jump off a ladder or throw someone through a table. But, this chamber tests both your physical and mental toughness. Can you cope with being locked up for an unknown amount of time? Can you take being thrown through glass, being thrown onto unforgiving steel? Possibly. But, can you deal with the fact that as the match goes on, as you spend more and more time in this chamber it feels as if it’s getting smaller, as if the walls are closing in on you? Can you cope with the fact that the people will be jeering at you like an animal locked in a cage? Can you cope with the fact that everytime you fuck up the crowd will shit on you? I don’t think you can, because you’ve never been in a match like this and it all goes back to what I was saying before, you haven’t got enough experience. (Sarcastically) Better luck next year.

[Aladdin]

Aladdin elbows over the cut-out and then straight away walks over to the middle of the ring. He stands there, circling around, looking at whoever is left standing.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So, that’s five gone, four to go. But now we move onto the big boys, the people with a real shot at taking this thing home. It’s going to be tough to choose who goes out before who, but I’ll say next one out is, Soul Reaper.

Aladdin locates Reaper and then walks in his direction. He takes out the cut-out from the compartment and places it on the steel floor.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I’ve been begging for a chance to get my hands around the neck of this guy. The first person I met, on my first day, was Soul Reaper, and what did he do? He brushed me off as if I was nothing. I was merely another face in the crowd of people who wanted to face him, back then, to him. I supposedly wasn’t upto par with the people who he faced on a regular. But things have changed, and for the better, and I don’t mean for him. From day one, I’ve wanted to step in the ring with him, from day freaking one. Almost two years later and I have my chance. But now, the roles have reversed, Soul Reaper isn’t the hot commodity that he was back then, but I am. Simply put, his time is over, he’s a has-been. Maybe not on the level of Cactus, but he’s merely a shadow of his former self. But, man the guy just can’t comprehend that. He was once a World Champion, always headlining pay-per-views, but now he’s merely a midcard act, who doesn’t know when to call it quits. Management place him in meaningless match after meaningless match hoping that he’ll catch on and consider retirement, but I guess after all the punishment he’s taken to the head, his skull got thicker. For god’s sake, the guy lost his title to Chilly Willy, a no-name at the time. Reaper is only around to give upcoming stars a rub, to elevate them. He’s still got fight, I’ll give him that, but the lion’s mane is growing thinner and thinner. The king of the jungle has dropped in the food chain; younger lions, ones with more talent and drive, are fighting for the top spot, now. Reaper, you’re the opposite of Reece and Dan, your time is over. Your ship has sailed, your flag has been lowered, your green light faded, your push halted. But, you’re going out with a bang, one last main event, and trust me when I say that. You may still be as angry as ever, you may think your time is over, but face the facts, you’re obsolete. The new generation is taking over, and I’m leading the way. The torch will be passed at Sole Survivor, when I eliminate you from the Chamber and the spotlight. Once, I was nothing to you, but after tonight, you will be nothing to me. Funny how things change.

Aladdin pauses.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know, there’s actually a bit more of a personal vendetta for me, when it comes to Reaper. Backstage, we’re not exactly the best of friends. We don’t see eye to eye, but we do respect each other. We’ve had our share of run ins, but never had the chance to prove whose the better man. Things have been said, but there’s one more chapter to be told between us. Tonight, Reaper, we put aside all the things that we’ve said. None of that matters, now. You may have punked me out before, and I may have punked you out, but tonight we’re going to see who the better man is, and just like I said before, your time has set and mine is just about to begin, so I’m going to close the book on us, and it’s going to be a happy ending, but not for you.

Aladdin positions himself straight in front of the cut-out of Reaper, he puts his hands up, ready to fight and then suddenly deliver a lightning right hand punch, to the face, knocking over the cut-out.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Six down, three to go.

Aladdin walks back into the middle of the ring, he makes a 360, looking at the three remaining cut-outs, wondering who should go next.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Damn, this is hard. I mean sure the winner is obvious, you’re looking at him, but these challengers are all on the same level, the one below me.

Aladdin’s head raises a little, as if a light bulb just lit up above his head. He walks towards the compartment closest to the entrance. He pulls it out, not showing who it is until the last second.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: The one and only Spackle. This guy was going in as a favourite but due to some last minute changes, I think the ones who were hoping for him to win it, have jumped ship. Nonetheless, wouldn’t it be great to see Spackle face his buddy, NIN, in the main event of the biggest show of them all. P2PW tried to do this last year, with Nation and Da Man, but that didn’t come to fruition. However, this time around it’s seems more likely that they will succeed in getting their dream main event, but I’ve never been one to pay attention to statistics. Now, Spackle, he’s one funny guy, no-one can doubt that, he’s hilarious. It’s the reason and the only reason this guy got over, it truly is. But humour only gets you so far, Spackle. You can joke around all you want, but when you get in that Chamber, it’s no laughing matter, and I don’t think you can handle the intensity. You’re a clown, Spackle, the freaking pink dreadlocks prove it. You should be entertaining little kids, instead of getting caught up in a man’s world, wrestling.

Aladdin pauses briefly, circling the cut-out of Spackle.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I find it amusing that you act as if you’re my good luck charm. I guess you think I really care about you, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I like you, for the same reasons everyone else does, the fact that you’re there whenever we need a cheap laugh, but you lucky, hell no. In fact, I’m not even superstitious, I don’t believe in luck. I believe in hard work, something that I doubt you’ve ever managed to do. But, back to the whole lucky charm thing, explain to me how I won the tag titles when you weren’t around? And as far as I’m concerned, you haven’t earned the right to even be considered a favourite in this match. You’ve yet to impress me, you haven’t had one standout match, you haven’t shown me your skills one bit. So, fuck you, you don’t deserve this. Get to the back of the line, because this is my time, I’ve earned everything I’ve received. I’ve been with P2PW for the long run, I wasn’t given shit, but you were. You’ve been handed practically everything you want, and more, but yet you still complain. You bad mouth the titles day after day, so why management cater for you, hand and foot, is beyond me. You’re the last person to deserve a title shot.

Aladdin picks the cut-out of Spackle up, high above his head and then slams across his knee, breaking it in half.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Oh, and you’d love to have some ethnicity in you, why else would a white man have dreadlocks.

Aladdin walks back into the ring, back into the middle and looks at the last two.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Seven down, two to go.

Aladdin knows who he wants out next, so he immediately walks over to he cut-out and just like last time, conceals the identity until the last second.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: _the j-man. What can I say? His entrance in this match shocked a lot of people. I couldn’t care less, to be honest. He’s just another carcass to me. To be honest, J-man probably did deserve a spot in the chamber, I’ll give credit where credit’s due, but by no means am I going to let him win. His last minute entry sure has made him a favourite to win this, but once again, he’s all talk but he can’t walk the walk. What’s there to say about this guy, he’s a black man, well I’m a brown man, so it’s not like you’re anything special there, J. Now I heard what you had to say to me, J, but it doesn’t bother me, it just shows me that you’re as stereotypical as any other person on the roster. I mean, JT Blade could have said that I was management’s golden boy, but I expected something a bit more ground breaking. Don’t believe the hype, I guess. You want to talk about titles, well you’re looking at the Rage Champion, the holder of a title with the greatest workers the world has ever seen, not some stupid rip off Internet Title. You won a tertiary title, mate. (Sarcastically) Great achievement there. Look at who the next champ is going to be, either Evenflow or JT Blade. A couple of curtain jerkers, so you’re not exactly the biggest dog in the yard. So, you think I’m the poster boy of this company, well guess again, I’m brown. You think I appeal to the whole world? Unlike you, I don’t make excuses, since 9/11 I’m at more of a disadvantage than you, brown people are the ones who are looked down on, we’re the one who get the evil glares when we walk down the street. Black people are an accepted part of the community, in America. The last two secretaries of defence were black, idiot. You’re hardly being held down. When people look at me, they think terrorist, when they look at you, at most, and I mean at most, they think criminal. Which do you think is worse? Your whole angle of being held down by the white man, is redundant, it’s been done to death, and it’s just an excuse to cover up your many shortcomings. Simple as that. I could start saying that I’m a brown man, after everything I say, but I don’t because I’m here to succeed whether I’m brown, white, black or green. It doesn’t matter to me, because all I want to do is be the best, but I guess not everyone is as focused as me. Anyway, it’s probably a good thing you were stripped of the title, you would have probably gone and pawned it for drug money. So, I guess you are a stereotype. Soon, everyone will see you for what you are, I whining, complaining, unoriginal son of a bitch and then you’ll fall right back down the ladder. So, don’t get your hopes up, kid, because your gimmick will only take you so far and unfortunately for you not to the end of the match.

Aladdin takes a few steps back and then in a second hits the cut-out with a superkick, knocking it over. He looks into the camera.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: And then there was one.

Aladdin goes to the opposite side of the Chamber, towards the last remaining standing cut-out. He takes it out of the single compartment and places it in the middle of the ring.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: E2, I told you last week on TNT that I saw you as my biggest threat and obviously that fact still remains. I know what you’re capable of, and you’re definitely a favourite going into this match, but this time you’re a top favourite. We’ve had quite the history, haven’t we E2. And what’s interesting is that only a tiny part of the history was televised for the world to see. Our encounters, our run-ins have mainly been backstage. I guess it all started when we really both started out with the company, early on in our careers before we had any direction. I actually offered you a place in the Blood Pack and after originally accepting the offer, you turned it down due to management giving you a better plan. You were straight away put into the limelight, you were given a huge place on television, while myself and my friends at the time had to scratch and claw for the little that we got. There’s no doubt about it, I found that unfair at the time because you hadn’t gotten into the ring, you hadn’t proven yourself to the P2PW audience but in your first match you challenge the Internet Champion for the title. Now, a couple months later I got my first opportunity at a title, but I wasn’t simply given it. It was a shot at a lower title, in a division that was practically non-existent, but yet myself and Vegeta still had to prove ourselves. We did, and then we won the titles at our first shot at them. Straight way, management didn’t like that and we had to defend our title a week after winning them and due to some shifty happenings, we lost. At the same event, you were given another shot at the Internet Title, for some reason and you won it. Well, that’s when the bad blood started. I couldn’t understand why you were spoon fed everything you wanted, but I was clawing for life. The insults started coming left and right, we constantly bad mouthed each other and got into fights backstage about this whole situation. It all died down, towards WrestleFever 2, when management saw my potential and started to push me. Now, when you returned from your injury, I was bit better learned, I found out that you had actually paid your dues and you did deserve the push you received and I guess we were cool. The draft came around and we both ended up on the same show. Now, two big commodities like that can’t stay apart for too long, it was inevitable for the two of us to have our run-ins, but this time it was in front of the whole world. I thought we were cool, but I guess we weren’t. You decided to powerbomb me onto the concrete floor, trying to cost me my shot at the Rage Title. That got me hot, but you failed. I was triumphant in my match or should I say matches. I took one of your signature moves and still got up and defeated Firefly three times on the trot, in matter of minutes. Something else happened that night, I witnessed an excellent match where you not only took a former World Champion, Shinn’s Theory, to the limit, but you beat him, fair and square. That opened my eyes to the competitor that you truly are. You gained a lot of respect from me that day. But then, two weeks later you interfered in my actual Rage Title match, trying to cost me the title, but once again you failed. I stood in that ring as the new Rage Champion, and I remain champion to his day. That night, you also became Internet Champion, in another great match, but this time around thanks to interference, the end was tainted. A week goes by, and you and Amie split up. Another week goes by and you have a great match. Let’s try and work out the trend. E2 plus Amie equals disrespectful. E2 minus Amie equals respectful. It’s a tried and tested formula. Well, then we found each other in the ring together again, this time working together, and we worked well. By the night’s end, it was just me and you in the ring. A week earlier and I would have exploded and gone mad on you. But, I had a new found respect towards you. So, I ended up on One on One and now, we seem to have a truce. Now all that’s left is our final clash, the long awaited collision between the One Man Killing Machine and The Tiger. I can’t wait. Everyone wants it to happen, especially me. And, Elijah, just because I respect you, just because I consider you a friend, that doesn’t mean I’m going to hold back. Nothing and I mean nothing will stop me from getting what I deserve and that’s a shot at the P2PW Title at WrestleFever 3, and if that means going through you, then so be it.

Aladdin bounces off the ropes and then charges at E2’s cut-out, taking it down with a pounce. Aladdin is now as intense as ever, fuelled up and ready to go. He looks into the camera.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That leaves one, me. You’re looking at your winner right here. I have worked too hard to let this opportunity slip through my grasp. I have dedicated my life to this, I have sacrificed other important aspects o my life all for opportunities like this, and I won’t let those sacrifices go to waste. I haven’t lost a match in almost a year and I’ll be damned it that streak doesn’t continue for a long time to come. I am the real deal. People seem to have forgotten what I can do, but no longer. You’re about to witness the resurgence of Aladdin, you’re about to see the Tiger mature into is’ peak condition. I’m in my prime and I’m ready to kill at will.

Aladdin pauses momentarily.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I suppose you’d like to know which title I’d go after WHEN I win. Well, I honestly haven’t decided. On one hand, there’s Soundscream, someone I’d love to face one on one. We could do something special. Or maybe it’ll be NIN Horror, another person I respect. We would have a great match. On the other hand, there’s Chad Classic, someone I’m not too fond of, but he’s all business and would put up a hell of a fight. We’d give the fans something to watch. And then there’s Red Ninja. A man who has all the tools in the world, a man who has proven he can be the top dog. Well, I beat this guy on the way to winning my Rage Title, so what’s there to prove? But, I’m TNT through and through, so I will be looking to stay loyal. Me and Red Ninja will definitely tear the house down, if given the chance.

Aladdin walks over to the steel chain wall of the chamber. He grabs onto it, as the camera is now on the other side of it

“The Tiger” Aladdin: The face of my challenger may not be decided as of yet, but three things are. In the long term, the era of the Tiger has just begun. In the short term, I will be main eventing WrestlerFever 3 and I will be victorious. And in the not too distant future, I will be the SOLE SURVIVOR!

The camera fades to black as the intense Aladdin tries to pull apart the steel chains, displaying his passion.

[Reaper]

FREE-FOR-ALL

Keith Williams.


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FANATIC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

JT Blade

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NON-SANCTIONED INTER PROMOTIONAL MATCH-UP

"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy

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P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE STRAP MATCH
Red Ninja


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MAIN EVENT
SOLE SURVIVOR CHAMBER MATCH

Soul Reaper

[Stare]

^3 minutes to go . . . nice

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