TNT Presents PAYBACK Preview: 18th - 26th Nov 2006

[Aladdin]

Presents......



Live from The Richmond Coliseum,
Richmond, Virginia

As the fans are making their way to the seats, for the upcoming show, we are taken backstage where the owner of P2PW is in his office, doing some last minute work for the show. In front of his PC, he’s typing away, when he hears a knock on the door. Without taking his eyes off of the screen. The door flies open and in come two of TNT’s biggest stars. The Rage Champion, “The Tiger” Aladdin and the man who could become the new P2PW Heavyweight Champion tonight, E2. The two are dressed quite differently with E2 sporting a pair of particularly baggy jeans and one again a very baggy black t-shirt, while Aladdin is wearing a pair of cream suit trousers, a white v-neck t-shirt and a cream blazer, with a pair of Gucci sunglasses pushed up into his hair. They walk upto Micko, who still hasn’t broken his focus on the pc monitor. Aladdin and E2 stop in front of Micko’s desk and start to talk.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: What’s up Micko?

Micko: Just finishing off some office work.

E2: Word. Thanks for the no DQ stip, Micko. I loved the way you manipulated Ninja into accepting the match.

Micko: Not a problem. But do you think you’ll be able to put on a great show like last week. The two of you took quite the fall. I’m surprised you’re still walking.

E2: Ha! Nigga, you high? It’s me. Like a little fall would stop me from getting that title. Don’t make me laugh.

Micko: My bad, homey.

Aladdin and E2 look at each other surprised by what Micko just said. The two of them look as if they’re about to burst into laughter but hold it in. The two of them chuckle to themselves but when Micko looks at them, they stand up straight and looks all serious. Micko looks at them all seriously, but goes back to his PC screen. The two of them chuckle a bit more.

Micko: So was there something you wanted to say to me or did you just feel like disturbing me?

“The Tiger” Aladdin: A bit of both.

Micko nods his head sarcastically as if to say “I thought so”.

Micko: You’ve already disturbed me so out with what you wanted to say.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Alright, alright. I wanted to ask you for a specific match tonight.

Micko can’t believe what Aladdin just said.

Micko: You’re kidding me, aren’t you? You want a different match. Your planned opponent for the show has been changed three or four times. First it was going to be Dan Taylor, but he went AWOL. Then it was going to be Vegeta but he decided to take some time off, only to ask for his final match at this PPV after I got a replacement for your challenger. Then it was Trent, but he won the Internet Title and I don’t want a champion versus champion match without the right amount of publicity. So Reece was perfect, but now you’re telling me you don’t want to face him.

Micko looks as stressed out as ever, but Aladdin can’t do anything but smile.

Micko: What are you smiling about!?

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I just think it’s funny that you went off about all of that when I didn’t really mean it like that.

Micko looks embarrassed.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: What I meant was that I want a specific match stipulation. Since I’ve been in P2PW, I’ve been in two chamber matches, a first blood match, a streetfight and plenty of Rage Rules matches. But there’s one match that was my trademark before I came here. It’s a match that personifies not only my styles but Reece’s two. It’s perfect for the Rage Title.

E2: Enough of the suspense.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Sorry. I want a ladder match. Now before you make your decision, I know we didn’t publicize this at all, but who care. We want to put on a good show for our fans.

Micko: Su……..

Aladdin interrupts Micko before he can finish.

“The Tiger” Aladdin:I promise I’ll put on a good show. I’ll even let Reece hit me a few times.

Micko: Alri……….

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Oh come on, Micko. At least give the idea some thought before rejecting it.

Micko already stressed out about the show starting any minute now, jumps up from his desk and shouts his answer at Aladdin.

Micko: You can have the bloody match, Aladdin. You, Reece, ladder match. Fine. I’ll book it.

Aladdin and E2 are stunned and are taken back a few steps.

Micko: Happy now?

Aladdin and E2 are motionless and totally scared. Micko can’t believe that they’re not responding.

Micko: What the hell, guys? It’s not like you haven’t been shouted at before. A thanks would be nice.

Still, the two of them are dead afraid.

Micko: Fellas, say something already. What’s with the silence?

Their eyes are bulging out of their eye as if they saw a ghost. They are motionless.

E2: You’re not wearing any pants.

Micko looks down to see that in fact he isn’t wearing any trousers at all. He looks up at the two fan favourites and then quickly sits back down.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That was disgusting, Micko. You have the pastiest, whitest legs I’ve ever seen.

Aladdin and E2 cringe simultaneously. Micko suddenly jumps up and puts his hands on his hips, all mad.

Micko: I’ll have you know that the women love my legs.

With that said, the door flies open and a familiar figure stands in the door way.

Voice: I can see, Micko hasn’t changed at all.

Everyone turns around to see none other than P2PW legend, Shinn’s Theory is walking towards them.

Micko: Shinns! Didn’t know you’d be here tonight. Come in man.

Shinns proceeds and then looks awkwardly at Micko. Micko gets the hint and sits back down.

E2: Yeah, so the other thing we had to say to you is that I’m pla…..

Micko interrupts E2.

Micko: Before you go on, I gotta clear this shit up. I was watching porn. Not working. Porn.

Aladdin and E2 look at each other as if they didn’t want to know that.

Micko: Anyway. You were saying.

E2: Okay………..

There’s an awkward silence.

E2: So yeah, I’m planning a One on One segment. My guests will be these two. Is that cool?

Micko: That’s excellent. You’ll be opening the show, so make it good.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: This ain’t the Sound Off. Of course it’ll be good.

Shinn’s Theory: See ya later, Micko.

The scene fades to black as Shinns, E2 and Aladdin exit Micko’s office.

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TNT Presents PAYBACK CARD

*******ONE ON ONE w/E2******
After the shocking return of the legendary Shinn’s Theory on TNT, he has agreed to return for one more night to be a guest on his new friend’s show. As if that wasn’t enough, the Rage Champion, who happened to be the first ever guest on One on One, will be joining them.


******SINGLES MATCH******
After an unexpected return to TNT this past week, Vegeta has made it clear that he wants to go out on top, having taken out Sickfixx with ease. Snake has been staying rather unnoticed since his debut. A win over Vegeta in his final match could propel Snake to the next level. It’s Tiger versus Snake. Who will win this battle between the two deadly beasts?
“The Tiger” Vegeta
vs.
Snake


******2 OUT OF 3 FALLS MATCH******
The two newcomers are out to impress the higher ups. Junco already has a victory over The Fizz, but the feisty Fizz has requested the rematch, refusing to believe that she is inferior to her opponent. Junco will be looking to make quick work of her in order to move up the ranks to an eventual title shot.
JuncoJunky
vs.
The Fizz


*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH******
After a reasonably quiet month from Trent, he upset the impressive Keith Williams in his element. However, the victory didn’t prove who was the better man. Therefore, Micko has ordered the rematch for the title. Can Keith regain his title? Or will hold onto it for a bit longer?
Trent Acid
vs.
Keith Williams


*******P2PW RAGE TITLE LADDER MATCH******
The Rage Title situation has been in quite the mess as of late. Aladdin has been schedules to face three other opponent but due to different circumstances that has all changes. Unfortunately for Aladdin, the person he will be facing is probably the toughest person out of the bunch. Reece has been on a role as of late. Can he defeat the man how has never been beaten in a one on one match? Or will Reece be yet another name on Aladdin’s list of prey?
“The Tiger” Aladdin
vs.
Reece Somers


*******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE NO DQ MATCH******
This has been brewing for a while. These two are polar opposites. Ninja is from a well educated background, and he is over the highest class, whereas E2 is from the streets and is damn proud of it. This feud has turned bitter over the last month with these two confronting each other on screen as well as off screen. Can E2 finally win the big one? Will Ninja continue has monumental reign as P2PW Heavyweight Champion? Who will go into WF3 as the champion?
Red Ninja
vs.
E2


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Participants obviously need to promo. Votes will not count for the Rage Title match. There will be a separate poll for the stipulation of the Internet Title match.

DEADLINE

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Sunday, November 26th, 2006
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[Aladdin]

Vegeta

Fizz

Trent

E2

[brockandsable]

Vegeta
JuncoJunky
Trent Acid
E2

*Promo to come*

[juncojunky]

Vegeta
Junco
Trent vs. Keith -Undecided
E2

Hooray..! It has arrived!
Promo to come

lol, deep inside I knew but the thrill of voting just took me over...

[Aladdin]

aladdin said:

Votes will not count for the Rage Title match.

[Red Ninja]

Vegeta
Junco
Keith
Red Ninja

[Red Ninja]

A Video Package plays:

January 25th 2006:TNT Plethora

P2PW Heaveyweight Championship Match:

Red Ninja vs Simz vs "The Assassin" Tyler Stone

Simz grabs up Tyler and locks him in between his arms and hoists him in the air and drops him on his head with a Brainbuster. Simz spins around, ala Eddie Guerrero and pops back up. He drives Tyler down with another Brainbuster. If he hits a third he would've hit one of his main finishers "The Sity Gates". Simz hoists Tyler up, but Red low blows Simz! Simz drops Tyler instantly before Ninja hoists up Simz and drops him right on his head with a Red Bread Winner! Ninja hooks the leg. 1... 2... 3!

Ring Announcer:: Ladies & Gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and the first ever P2PW Heavyweight Champion........ Red Ninja!

March 30th:TNT Night of Champions

P2PW Heaveyweight Championship Match:

Red Ninja(Champion) vs Simz(Challenger)
Simz, with blood now over his face, lifts a limp Ninja into a pedigree position, signalling for the Simz Killer that would surely end the match. Simz looks as if he is about to flip over, but instead as Simz jumps up, Ninja frees his arms, and throws Simz off of him. Straight away Ninja grabs a hold of Simz, wraps his legs around him and drops down to the mat. Ninja quickly applies the crossface chickenwing, which he calls the Canadian Clutch. Far away from the ropes, Simz is unable to escape in any way. He holds on for as long as he can, trying to claw his way to the ropes but Red Ninja just yanks hi face to the side even harder. Simz doesn’t give in, but almost passes out due to the pain. Ninja however doesn’t budge at all. The ref checks up on Simz, raising his arm three times and allowing it to drop. The first two times his arm drops with any resistance but on the third go, Simz catches his arm an inch away from the canvas. Seemingly rejuvenated, Simz starts to shake a lot, hoping for Ninja to lose his grip. However, with the ref still focused on Simz, right up in his face, Ninja raises one of his legs and violently kicks Simz, with his heel, below the belt, almost knocking Simz out. Ninja leans back down and really locks in the hold. The ref sees that Simz has fades away and raises his arm once more. Like the first time, for the first two times, Simz’s arm drops. The ref lifts up Simz’s arm for the third and final time. The ref drops it. Simz’s arm falls ever so slowly. After what seems like an eternity, Simz’s arm drops down onto the mat. The ref calls for the bell, signaling that Red Ninja has won the match by making Simz pass out.


Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and still P2PW Heavyweight Champion…..Red Ninja!

April 23rd 2006:TNT

P2PW Heaveyweight Championship Match:

Red Ninja(Champion) vs Wolverine(Challenger)

Ninja has Wolverine in the Canadian Clutch as the ref calls for the bell.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and still P2PW Heavyweight Champion…..Red Ninja!

August 1st 2006:P2PW Sole Survivor

P2PW Heaveyweight Championship Match:

Red Ninja(Champion) vs Chad Classic(Challenger)

Chad slowly gets up and heads to the last corner, which if he hits will gain him the P2PW Heavyweight Title. Chad is inches away, when out of nowhere he gets leveled by a steel chair. The camera zooms out to show none other than Keith Williams, yielding the chair. Chad, is knocked out cold. Keith enters the ring, with the chair in hand. The ref can’t do anything about what he just did, but tries to get rid of him. Keith piefaces the ref, and then goes over to Ninja. He picks him up with the chair still in hand. He cocks it back, as we all expect him to swing it at Ninja, but instead he drops it. Keith grabs Ninja and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Ninja, still dazed is lifeless. Keith takes him to the fourth corner, takes his hand, and slaps it onto the turnbuckle. Keith props Ninja against the corner, and goes over to the ref and forces him to call for the bell. The ref has no choice but to do so, as Ninja technically did touch each corner.

Ring Announcer: Ladies & Gentlemen, your winner of the match and still P2PW Heavyweight Champion, Red Ninja!

The Video Package ends.

The scene soon fades in to show P2PW Heaveyweight Champion Red Ninja standing by. Ninja is wearing a Red T Shirt that says Notorious R-E-D in black on the front. And has his coveted title over his shoulder.

Red Ninja:What you just saw was a highlight reel of sorts, a highlight reel of what has been the goddamn best title run that this federation has seen in a long long time. Along time ago I won this belt and I made it the most prestigious, most glorious belt in existence. I took this belt and I made it plain and simple, no other wrestler could have even came close to what I've done with this. As the months have gone on and on I haven't felt any pressure of being a champion. Its getting close to my first anniverssary of winning this belt.

Can you imagine that eh, along time ago alot of people would have never even dreamed of whats going on right now. I can still hear the voices say "Ninja your good, but if you think your going to be main event good in this company, you better comfortable." Imagine that, people actually had the nerve to stick their noses down on me. People had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and say "Ninja, no matter how much you give every time were just not interested." But if one thing though I've always loved walking up to those people and sticking the facts right into their motherfucking face.

When they look at the facts they realize that they were nothing but a bunch of marks. Marks for the wrong people, they took a look one year ago and what did they see, they saw the Red Ninja of the past, the Red Ninja who gave two shits about the people and the boys in the back. That was the weak Red Ninja, here I am now almost one year away from being the record breaker, who would have ever of thought that you'd look at me and say "Red Ninja is the greatest, most dominant champion in this companies history." Stare, Shinns, Rocky, Nation, they couldn't maintain as tight of a strangle hold as I have. And those are the "Icons" of this fed, well by now those Icons have taken a step to the side and they've been forced to make room for the man they thought they'd never see in the same class as them. Fuck them though, Im not the same class as those hacks, Im my own class. Why would I waste my breath comparing myself to those jackasses. They haven't even touched why I've done. For the last ten months I've graced that ring and I've graced the arena's with my wrestling presence.

No matter who the challenger was, high flyer, brawler, mat master, hoss, I took them all on and I broke them. No matter what I had to do, I did it to win. I buried that weak part of myself along time ago and I allowed the true me to come out. The stronger, more sadistic, violent side of my personality. All for the sake of wrestling supremacy, if I put a few guys out than fuck them, your eithier strong or your weak. And if your weak you get shown the door by the strongest of them all.

But when you think about it the only way to get truly stronger is to take out those who wish to be stronger than you. Sure it's always fun to crush the weak, but a mark of the great champion is being able to destroy both classes.

That's why Im going to take extra joy in dispatching the man who's been the ultimate thorn in my side. E2 "The One Man Killing Machine" the man who Im told is suppossed to be the baddest man on TNT, Im suppossed to fear E2, Im suppossed to let him intimidate me because of his physical structure. E2 this might suprise you but Im actually hoping that at Payback you bring that roughness and you bring that power game, and you bring that brawling skills. If Im going to beat you and make myself stronger I want to know that I did it when you were what you considered your A Game. Im going to prove to everyone that on the night where your at your best I can beat you just easily as I can beat anyone else Im put against. I don't want a push over, I don't want an unmotivated monster, I want what you got E2. I want to prove that no matter what you bring I can still kick your ass.

At Payback Im looking to do more than beat you, Im looking to beat your self confidence and your ego. Like I said along time ago, no matter who I fight I always have a strategy for success. To beat you E2 I have to break that aura about you, I have to do the almost impossible, I have to make it so that you lose all that confidence and your swagger. And when I do that you have nothing left, think about it Elijah, your greatest asset has been that big mouth of yours. I've had to hear you brag and brag for months. It should be me doing the bragging. What the fuck gives you the right to declare yourself the top name around here. Im the record breaker, Im the consistent performer. Im the name at the top of the card. Do you know how overbearing it is to have to listen to some egotistical gorilla going on and on about himself. You've made the mistake of overlooking me. You've yet to gain any leverage, its been me who's left you laying, its been me who's bloodied you and left you on the streets. It's me who holds the win. You've just been running on your last seconds of your 15 minutes. At Payback I end it all, you've got the people, you've got the lockeroom, you got power. I want to take that power from you. I want to grow stronger by dispatching you just like the rest.

When I do that that's it, I'll be the almighty power on TNT. No one will be able to dispute the fact that Red Ninja was the best wrestler in the company. I'll have all the power. Nothing will be able to stop me, I can beat you anywhere I want, anyway I want. Big man I proved to you at Unsanctioned that I can take you in a fight, just as easy as I can take you in a normal match. This is war now, and I plan to do what I've been doing this last 10 months.......WIN at any costs.

Scene ends.

[juncojunky]

***Spotlighting a shorter figure, outlined in thick black clothing and an outward turned cap, the initial camera picked quickly up a vibrant sign of life and relaxation from the targeted person. Moving with exuberance and the sway of the wild man, the figure moved forward through the corridors of what seemed to be the standard TNT facility.***

Junco Junky:
Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain..
What a glorious feeling, while goin Insane! –

Passing threw one hall into the next he passed silently with the jingle in mind blurting out words as he went. Stopping here and there he noticed the typical names upon the several door hinges…
Red Ninja… Aladdin…Trent Acid

Junco Junky:
Title in mind, in quite a bind..
Screwing up now will get my ass behind!

Running a thin finger through the shut doors, the glorious rider obviously had a certain office or room in mind. Getting there was only part of the adventure..
Fizz…Reece Somers…Keith Williams

Junco Junky:
Wonderful woman close to here, Fizz flashin some rear
Twice in a row, Junco’s growing some—
Oh! Here we are

Abruptly stopping Junco swung, the door open and quickly pursued inward. Door swinging to the camera’s side revealing the words
P2PW Owner – Micko
Cutting to the inside, another camera is waiting for the heavenly appearance of Junco Junky and the quite confused Owner of the wonderful Federation. Speaking in a rasp tone, Junco focused on the Boss..

Junco:
How ya doin Mickey!?
Long time no see!

With a face filled with the blankest expression, Micko took a second to answer back. Looking dull wittedly at the man across from him, the guy in charge answered hesitantly.

Micko:
Umm…Excuse me but, Who the hell are you!?

A bit dumbfounded, after a “glorious” day and of course “singing in the rain” Junco tried once again.

Junco:
The new talent… from Elite?
You know, Mickey! My guys talked to your guys..??

Micko:
Oh… Right, Right. -- OF COURSE! --What did you want?

Hand moments livid Junco brought in the big picture even though the satisfactory impression from Micko wasn’t too satisfying; He had business to plan to – and BIG business.

Junco:
Alright, So I’ve been thinking Mickey –

Micko:
Wait! It’s Micko…NOT Mickey

-- Oops! --

Junco:
Right! Right, I knew that…
So, I was thinking of taking Junco Junky to the next level. I’m talking Television title territory, no holds barred pure comedic and mat wrestling genius!

Micko:
Umm…
Well, Right now we got you and the Fizz booked right? And you took her out at Unsanctioned Saturday.. So that would make you…

A glimmer of hope appeared in Junco’s eyes as he looked on at the Number One man in P2PW. Clutching his fist, Junco looked on in anticipation as Micko cracked a few loose knuckles

Micko:
2-3 Matches away from a shot..
Yea! I’d say that’s about right

WHAT!?

Junco Junky:
Woa…Brother Man. How does this make me behind? I lit that little black widow’s ass up last week, and now SHE is rescheduling our rematch! She wants more of ME, not the other way around…you and I both know she’s the minority in this league an—

Micko:
Minority, Yes.. But Seniority rules all.
And next to her, counting the figures from the Internet belt, the third rig in this franchise, you have…
2-3 matches left!!

A bit perturbed at this last minute statistic, The Junky One refuses to settle. The only statistic he need are his own, his win/loss record, and his landmarks he planted here and elsewhere.

Junco Junky:
Alright, you are the Boss and I’m just a pawn in this scheme… but I must ramble on a bit more, my good fellow.

With a long sigh, and that signature face of..Oh, we’ve been here before..Micko let Junco continue

Micko:
Yea-Yea…Do Whatever..

Junco Junky:
Indeed I will, Mr. O!

Swinging around in his chair, Junco graced the sky as he landed upward. Opening his closed palm to reveal five flaky fingers.

Junco Junky:
Just a couple reasons why my consideration should travel a bit further than just me and you…I think sometimes people forget what’s right in front of them sometime

As Micko lifts a shifty eye

Junco Junky:
Not like that way of course, I know you got the Reaper and good ole’ Ninja to take care of – So I was just trying to make a statement

Micko:
Will you continue?

Giving a good chuckle, Junco hurried his demonstration

Junco Junky:
Yes, and might I recall another thing to you. Might I recall to those some days’ maybe even weeks back when the Junky One first made his debut. Why, it was a golden time in history, E2 Internet Champ and “It” not even here yet. So simple and so real! Do you remember those times..?!

Micko:
Barely…

Junco Junky:
Well then what about, the mightiest of animals? The mightiest of most things of God’s Green Earth right here in the Arena? Something sacred since the medieval times!?

Thinking to himself of the mightiest…?

Micko:
A Horse?

Junco Junky:
A horse, of course!
Junco Junky introduced a horse… A fucking horse, into the P2PW ring!
And might I conclude that the Junky One, one week in this league starred in feature promo for this very PPV.

Micko:
Oh, I think I do recall that… didn’t you get shot and murdered?

Junco shrugged a and gave a slight utter of annoyance, however not even this could ruin his special day..

Junco Junky:
Yes, but I also starred as the early Anakin Skywalker…Good Flick.
But do you see where I’m getting this?
Junco Junky equals the near future of your beloved company. Introducing new things, new interests, new perspectives..This is Junco Junky!

Micko:
Uh-huh..

Junco Junky:
You watch movies!
Junco Junky could equal the beginning of “The Empire”, one of the most ruthless and most famous entities throughout the entire universe. Demolishing the weaker ones, Junco Junky –Your trustworthy investment—will become the only one.

You’ve seen shit in you’re life, probably between more than one perspective, but do those people have proof in the paper, proof in television appearances, and proof in 10 pounds of Horse Shit that they really kick some Omega Ass?!

NO!

Think of this fact, I’ am a rookie –full out, full blown over the top noob. And I pull out promos and stunts for you, that you wish you Champions did… All you have to do is make my dream, and cure your little secret obsession as well. Virtually, in this world I make you look good Mr.O —and I’m one of the few that want to do that..

Looking Junco straight in the face, the big man paused before speaking further. Analyzing his suspect he, he commented after...

Micko:
It surprises me of your over confidence, and why you choose not to focus on the Fizz when you actually have a chance. Ego is a problem, but who doesn’t have one now? Considering your demand? … I’ll take it into consideration, but know that one match ain’t gonna change nothing and a tight ass pussy is better than a weak ass dick…

Pausing trying to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult…

Junco Junky:
Deal…

*** With a nod and a handshake Junco was out. Almost just entering for an energy boost and another up for having the relief of fighting an enemy you’ve already fought. Junco left the premises. Camera tagging the priceless expression on Micko’s face before turning away..***

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Vegeta
Fizz
Trent Acid
E2

Promo coming....

[The Executioner]

Trent Acid

JuncoJunky


Snake








*******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE NO DQ MATCH******


E2

[The Executioner]

The Zeroin opens up to a look at the backstage area. Many people are seen walking around in anticipation of this great night. Red Ninja is seen watching old tapes of himself teaming with Diddly Squat and Spaz. Trent is sitting on a chair holding a laptop in his hands as E2 sits next to him looking at something. Trent and E2 are all smiles as they notice the camera they quickly snap it shut and walk to the otherside of the room off camera. Then a door opens as Snake walks into the room. He looks over Red Ninja's shoulder and smirks as he walks over to his locker. He covers the combination lock and pops it open. He unstraps a gym bag off his shoulders and sets it down gently. He spots the camera as he smirks again. He looks off to each side of the room to find nobody giving him the slightest bit of interests. He picks up the bag closes the locker and relocks it without a single word.

Snake:Follow me I'm gonna share a secret with you.

He sets the bag on his shoulders and walks down the hall and ducks into a room. He reappears a second later and motions the camera inside. He points to a chair as he sets the bag on the ground as the camera looks around the room.

Snake:Tonight I'm being given a match with Aladdin's Shadow Vegeta. You thing Vegeta for one Second i'm going to just walk to the ring lay on the mat and job to a second rate wrestler...no your worse. Your a second rate man. You won't be remembered for a damn thing after tonight.But i'm gonna give you something to remember your final night in this place. Its one of my passions outsie wrestling. No not a snake for you vegeta. Tonight Your getting inked!

Snakes opens the bag and reveals a Tattoo gun.

Snake:Vegeta tonight after i've beaten you to a bloody pile that even your cousin Aladdin won't reconize the horror of your mutilated corpse. I'm going to take this Tattoo gun. Then i'm going to draw on your body in big letters. "Property of Snake." Then I'm going to take this gun and fing that hotshot cousin of yours and do the same thing to him. I'm going let you have something in common after tonight. You'll both have been made my personal canvases of art. My beautiful walking artworks. Tonight I will get payback on the P2PW For it's misrespresentation of me and my abilities. You all will finally realize that you have kept me back to long. I refuse to be set on the same level as The Fizz or JT Blade or anyone who i feel below myself. I'm going to show the entire world tonight that when you mess with a Snake. You'll eventually get bit. Now get out of my locker room and Vegeta...Get ready because when i'm in that ring with you tonight nothing will stop me from getting my stress and anger out and you have the misfortune to be than man. Good luck because not even god can help you now!

The cameraman walks out off the room and the door slams shut on this interview and this final chapter in the career of "the Tiger" Vegeta.

[Aladdin]

Alright, I've extended the deadline by two days so that everyone had more time to get their promo done. We feel this week has gone by pretty fast and everyone would have to rush to get their promo done for tomorrow.

Don't think of this as something that will happen a lot.

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Votes.

Snake
Myself
Trent Acid
Aladdin
E2

Promo.

The Fizz is in her locker room with her physio Miles Johnson. There is a knock on the door.

The Fizz: Come in.

Summer comes in through the door and Miles Johnson leaves the room and Summer begins to speck.

Summer Annesley: You lost against Junco Junky last week on Unsanctioned Saturday and you are against him again but this time in two out of 3 falls match. What are your thoughts coming into this match?

The Fizz: What are my thoughts of the match last week? It sucked because you see when he pinned me. I had my foot on the bottom rope and how in the hell the ref didn’t see that I don’t know.

The screen shows the replay of the match between The Fizz and Junco Junky last week. It shows that Fizz had her foot on the bottom rope and then begins to speck again.

The Fizz: You think you pinned me fair and square in the middle of the ring? You are so wrong. That win was a fluke. This time it is two out of three falls match where you have to pin me twice to beat me Junky. You think that you are done with me? Think again because this time things are going to be different. You just think that I am an easy opponent don’t you? I have some news for you. I have been doing a lot of fitness training with my physio and he said that I have been getting stronger and better than the last time we met

Summer Annesley: You and Junco have never participated in two out of three falls match before. What are your thoughts about the two out of three falls match?

The Fizz: I talked to Micko a few days ago to make me face Junco Junky again for Payback and he said since you got robbed last time you two met. You got him in two out of three falls match. Remember this Junco I have been in P2PW longer than you have and I know what it takes to beat my opponent’s one after the other but you have been a little bitch about how I don’t deserve to face you again and saying that I don’t deserve a title shot here on TNT. Just like I said before I have been in this business longer than you have and I should get the Internet title shot before you even come close to it. You are asking me why I rescheduling our match? It is because the fact that you are too scared to pin me fair and square. Are you saying that I am a minority in TNT? Get your facts right I think the only person that is minority around here is you because you see I watched your silly little promo you did a few days ago with Micko and you went on and on about other wrestlers about how you could beat them and everything but first things first you have got to pin me fairly and the ref better watch things closely this time as well because otherwise he is going to pay for not watching his eyes on the match. I am looking forward on facing Junco Junky in two out of three falls match and this time I will pin him 1.2.3 twice and get my chance to face whoever is the Internet champion after Payback. Your gonna get fizzed.

Summer Annesley: Thanks for your time

The Fizz: You are welcome.

Miles Johnson comes back into Fizz’s locker room and chat about the match.

[brockandsable]

E2 v. Red Ninja
Heavyweight Championship Promizzle

Earlier this week……..

The scene opens up in a medium sized office suite where the lighting in the room is a bit dim and the mood even grimmer. About thirty people from various backgrounds are gathered in the room, seated in a large “U” shaped arrangement so that they are facing each other.

Beginning from the left and panning to the right, the patrons are wearing business suits and ties in the likeness of professional lawyers and administrators. As the camera slowly pans the others, we see some of them are wearing various work uniforms, some in street clothes, Burger King outfits and there is even a uniformed security guard sitting amongst the guests. At the end of our seating arrangement, sits a rather large, frustrated-looking Black man with an oversized “Akon” T-shirt and baggy denim jeans.

At the opening of the human “U” shape, there is a forty-something man with messy hair and a raggedy pair of glasses seated in a mahogany desk. His cold, callous hands are folded atop the desk before him. With lines of experience in his forehead and dark pouches under his eyes, this man’s disposition suggests that he’s experienced the pitfalls and the mishaps that make up a hard life. The camera slowly zooms in on this gentleman, and with the kind of literature that is scattered across his desk, we realize that he is serving as the this evening’s moderator.

”Good evening ladies and gentlemen. For those of you who are new here, my name is Ron and I am an alcoholic. I have been attending this particular meeting since November 2003 and I am proud to announce this month marks three years since I have been clean and sober. Many of you know my story of how I lost my wife and kids because of my disease. The kind of behavior I exhibited while intoxicated drove them away and now I have to live with that. I am glad to see all of you here today, because it tells me that in some way you want help. It tells me that you are acknowledging a disease within you and that disease at some point has taken control of you and you are not living the kind of life you want."

E2 checks his wristwatch.

"I imagine many of you have lost loved ones, had accidents, and gone through battles of self-hatred and depression. I’m not here to offer a cure for you and your sickness. However, in my experience I found that sharing often leads to healing: Healing for the person who shares and healing for those in the crowd who may share similar experiences. So what I’d like to do now is open the floor up to anyone who would like to share and perhaps, engage us in some healing.”

The people seated in the “U” shape nervously look at one another, wondering who is going to step up and break the uncomfortable silence that has taken an iron grip in this room. Eyes nervously shift from side to side and sweat beads begin to form on foreheads. Finally, someone has the courage to speak up and share his story.

”Hello, everyone, uh, um, my name is Elijah and I am an alcoholic.”

”Hello Elijah."

”Hello, niggas. I don’t really know how to do this because it’s my first time attendin’ one of these meetings, but, uh, I guess my alcoholism has a little something to do with my frustrations that seem to pile up. And my frustrations are largely due to the way my wrestling career has been lately. I wrestle for a company called the P2PW and debuted there nearly two years ago. Damn, time flies. But when I started, there was so much promise for me. I was off to a fast start, and some even recognized E2 as the hottest new commodity the company had acquired. Within a few months I won my first title. And I loved tasting me some gold. I was the happiest nigga in da hood. I was da man. Then something terrible happened: I lost the title in a matter of weeks and it haunted me a little bit. In my mind, I saw the faces of my adversaries pointing and laughing at me. Laughing at the fact that my first title run was basically a joke and was rendered “defunct.” Then shortly after, I went down with a shoulder injury and then things really started to take a turn for the worse. While I was out of it, I began to pick up the bottle. At first it was just a can of Budweiser here and there, but as the depression kicked in, I started drink eight, nine, ten beers in one fucking sitting. Hitting the weight room helped, but for some reason, whenever I had thoughts of losing my title so quickly, whenever I thought of the people laughing at me, I picked up and drowned out those sorrowful thoughts with the bottle. But I did feel a little bit better when I returned to the ring last January. I was bigger and stronger than I had ever been in my near 26-year existence. The executives at TNT offered me my own segment, I had a nice girlfriend, and I had a shot at reclaiming the Internet Title belt. Things were looking good there, I found myself not reverting to the bottle as much. Then things took a bit of an ugly turn. My opponent, a man you all may know by the name of Shinn’s Theory, retired from the P2PW while still wearing the title. The belt was vacated shortly after and I won an Ultimate X match against Mastadon to reclaim the title. Now you would think that would make me happy; but nothing could be further from the truth. My colleagues in the back were whispering that I had won the title by default: That I never really beat the true champion to claim the title. That this was just another example of why E2 is second class and will always be a talker and stay at the bottom. Fuck dat shit! So I started to pick up again but my disease had gotten worse, niggas. I started drinking cases of beer at a time. I started hanging out in the streets after matches drinking forties of Olde English and getting fucked up. I started running with some crackheads from the hood and, as I am almost ashamed to admit, smoked some rocks on more than one occasion. Things started going down really fast. I often lost it at home and took my frustrations out on my girl by literally beating the shit out of her. I was a loose cannon, niggas. Everything was crumbling before me. In recent months, I’ve lost my title, my woman, and I even suffered a major losing streak not too long ago. Some of the more experienced athletes in the P2PW have even gone on record to say that ‘E2, you had so much potential, but now you’re wasting it away.’ The P2PW Heavyweight Champion Red Ninja, who I will be facing next week in Virginia for the title, has got it in his head that I am just a mouth. All talk and no action. I’ve gone toe to toe with this man on many occasions. He’s hit me in my grill with a fuckin’ kendo stick! He’s attacked me from behind on my own goddamn segment! I even risked my life took a thirty foot drop off a building in New York City with this man in a hellacious street-fight!”[/b][/color]

”Yeah. I vaguely remember watching that on TV last Saturday nig---“

”SHUT THE FUCK UP, I ain’t finished yet, nigga! The Red Ninja has publically stated that he wants me at my very best. He’s told the world that he wants to fight me at the PPV when my A GAME is on. Well, how the fuck can I fight dat nigga if I’m a fuckin’ drunk!? How the fuck can an alcoholic represent the greatest wrestling federation in the world today? How can I face this man if I’m a drunk? Huh? You tell me! So enough is enough already. I have whooped some asses in the P2PW and I have taken my fair share of beatings. And for what?! To be told that I will never live up to my true potential? To be told that I am just a walking mouth?!?! I need the championship to solidify myself with the best. In the end, I want the name E2 to be ranked up there amongst the ‘Soul Reaper’s’, the ‘Stare’s, the ‘Nation’s’, the ‘Red Ninja’s, and goddamn it, I am going to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Enough is enough already. I need that championship! I’ve got to have that championship! And there is only one man, the Red Ninja, who stands in my way from realizing my life long dream. In the ghetto—I had nothing. Growing up in the streets, I ain’t had jack shit! So this is it! This is my chance to be somebody. Man, fuck you people! They told me that these meetings were gonna make a nigga feel better. But I just feel worse. I feel like beating somebody dead! MAN, FUCK YOU!!!

The camera now zooms out to a wide shot and a few of the patrons who were seated near E2 have got up and moved to the other side of the room during the rant. Angry as ever, the One Man Killing Machine stands up, pushes his chair to the floor, and then storms out out the meeting, leaving everyone else in a state of confusion. FADE TO BLACK



Earlier today......



FADE UP FROM BLACK And we find E2 in his locker room dressed in wrestling gear looking at a poster of NIN Horror that is hanging on the wall. The cheering audience can be heard in the background as E2 holds an unopened 40 of Colt 45 and begins to talk to the poster.

"Well indeed, you are the man. You have been one of the best at what you do since the day you walked through those damn doors, muthaffff .........fuckah. And your World Heavyweight Championship proves that. Ever since winning that title, you've turned it up a notch and will forever be regarded as one of the best that ever graced a P2PW ring."

E2 pivots to his right and looks up, and as he turns, the camera angle shifts and we now see a poster of Soul Reaper on the wall. The jeering audience do not hold back their feelings.

"And you.....you are the very best there is. You are the top athlete in the P2PW and you don't even need the World Title to prove that. you've done more in your tenure here than most people even realize. Your legacy is planted in stone. Shit you've become a legend and you are not even retired yet. And as much as I hate you, I must respect what you've done."

E2 pivots to his right again and looks up at another poster: This time he is looking at Stare. The audience continues to boo.

"And you, nigga, have the longest World Title reign in the history of the company. All feelings aside, I must respect that. Why am I doing this? What do the three of you have in common? You have all won the Big One and made bigger names for yourself. You've all put your names in the history books."

E2 pivots right again, but this time he's facing his locker. And taped to his locker is a lifesize picture of Red Ninja.

"Ninja, you now understand why I must beat you tonight. It's not about kendo sticks or sneak attacks. Fuck, it's not even about 30 foot drops from buildings. It's about joining the legends the likes of you. I want this more than anything tonight because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, if I do not win the P2PW Heavyweight Championship, then it's all for nothing. And my career would have been a waste. I the name 'E2' right up there with the 'Stares', the Soul Reapers and the NIN Horrors of the world. But most of all, I want to be the man who ends your dominant run on TNT this year. So tonight is the night, Ninja. Tonight, I walk into the ring the underdog, and walk out the champion!"

E2 turns toward the exit and then pauses briefly to look at the bottle in his hand. He goes to open the bottle for a quick guzzle, but instead stops short of twisting the cap off. E2 takes a long look at the bottle and then back at the Red Ninja poster. E2 tosses the 40 into the trash can and then heads toward the squared-circle.

FADE TO BLACK

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens inside of what appears to be a broken down gym. The camera pans around to see various people working out. There is a man bench pressing what appears to be around 320 pounds while being spotted by another man who is shouting encouragement to him. As the camera continues to pan thru the room, it catches a man apparently practicing his kickboxing skills on a punching bag. There is another man holding the bag in place, and everytime the kickboxer hits the bag, a look of pain comes across his face.

As the camera continues on its tour of this godforshaken gym, it begins to pick up the sound of bodies hitting a canvas. Finally the camera makes its way to the source of the noise. There standing in the middle of the ring is TNT superstar Keith Williams. On the outside of the ring stands 3 guys nervously waiting to enter the ring. Trainers are also in the ring helping another sparring partner of Keith’s out of the ring.

Once the guy has been helped from the ring, Keith looks towards the corner where the three men are standing. He motions for one of them to enter the ring. The three men look at each other and nod their heads. Suddenly two of them spring off the top rope and go after Keith.

Keith, not at all worried about the 2 on 1 situation, nails one with a big boot. The second one seeing the opening begins to deliver forearms to the neck and upper back of Keith. Keith goes down to one knee. The 2nd guy meanwhile has slowly made it back to his feet. The duo pick Keith up and push him up against the rope. They irish whip him into the opposite ropes. The duo lower their heads, preparing to hit Keith with a back bodydrop. But Keith puts on the breaks and stops right in front of them. He quickly drops to his knee and nails them both with stiff upper thrusts to the throat.

Both men straighten up holding their throats. Keith then grabs both mens throats and nails a double chokeslam on them. Keith reaches down and picks one of the men up. He then whips him hard into the turnbuckle. He then reaches down and pulls the other man to his feet. Keith then sends into the same turnbuckle as the first guy. Keith then takes a few steps back. With a full head of steam, he delivers a clothesline to both men in the corner.

The first man stumbles out of the corner, takes a few steps and then fall flat onto the mat. The second guy meanwhile falls down into the corner of the turnbuckle. Keith reaches down and pulls the man back to his feet. He then puts him into the powerbomb position. He gets the guy at the point in the powerbomb where he is on Keith’s shoulders. Keith then turns around to face the guy that is still laying on the mat. Keith then lets go of the guy on his shoulder and he falls onto the guy that is laying on the mat.

Keith then picks up the man that he just powerbombed and tosses him over the top rope onto the gym floor. He then begins to kick the second guy until he has gone under the bottom rope and lands beside his partner on the gym floor.

Keith then turns around to face the last man standing in the corner. He motions to the guy to get in the ring with him. The guy looks around and after a moment or two, jumps off the ring apron and runs to the lockerroom.

Keith watches him run all the way to the lockerroom. Where there was a determine look is replaced by a smirk.

Keith Williams:
I thought so, fucking pussy.

Keith then walks over to a corner of the ring. He reaches to the ring post and pulls off a towel. He wipes his forehead as a man jumps up onto the ring apron. By all appearances, he is the owner of the gym that Keith is working out in.

Keith Williams:
Send in the next bunch. Joe

Joe:
There is no next bunch.

Keith Williams:
What do you mean no next bunch?

Joe:
Just what I said. Nobody wants to face you. Especially after you lost the internet title.

Keith Williams:
Well just double their pay

Joe:
You could triple their pay and they still won’t face you. Especially after what you did to poor Jimmy.

By this time Keith has made his way out of the ring. He is walking by a table and picks up a bottle of water and takes a drink out of it as Joe mentions Jimmy.

Keith Williams:
I didn’t hurt him that bad

Joe:
Keith, the guy thinks he is Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz

Keith Williams:
Well buy him a fucking dog and tell him its Toto. I need sparring partners.

Joe:
Well, you won’t be able to find them here. Those three were the last ones that were crazy enough to take you on.

Keith has made his way into his own personal locker room in the gym. It looks like any normal locker room except there is a big screen tv sitting in the middle of it. Keith takes the remainder of the water and pours it over his head. He then takes the towel and wipes his forehead off.

He then throws the towel into a bucket. He then reaches for a remote that is sitting on one of the benches in the lockerroom. He points the remote at the tv and pushes a button. After a second or two of a blank screen a image begins to come onto the sceen. Its of Unsanctioned Saturday.

Trent up again, Trent puts the cigarette right into his eye, causing the champ to grab the wound and scream in pain. LOW BLOW by Trent and it curls the champion who falls to the ground. Trent covers as the ref is in position: 1……..2………3!!!!!

Keith pushes a button and the sound of a tape rewinding is heard. After a second or two, Keith pushes another button and the sound stops. He then pushes a third button. Then the tv starts playing the following..

Trent up again, Trent puts the cigarette right into his eye, causing the champ to grab the wound and scream in pain. LOW BLOW by Trent and it curls the champion who falls to the ground. Trent covers as the ref is in position: 1……..2………3!!!!!

For a second time Keith pushes the exact same buttons as before. Once again the same scene is played over again

Joe:
You know its not healthy to play that over and over again.

Keith pauses the tape. It shows Trent clutching the internet title as if it was his own baby. Keith just stares at the tv screen for a few moments. Joe gets a look of concern on his face. Finally Keith breaks the silence.

Keith Williams:
I’m Keith fucking Williams damn it! I shouldn’t be losing my internet title to someone who couldn’t hack it over on Blitz! Who’s only claim to fame should be that he was mearly a footnote in the Simz/Fizz trade.

With that Keith delivers a kick to the tv screen sending the tv toppling over. A loud boom is heard and smoke begins to come out of the sides.

Joe:
Well if it is any comfort, it appears that the fans of P2P have voted on you being in a barbed wire match with Trent at Payback.

Keith Williams:
Good. That son of a bitch can’t run and hide. Not only did he screw me out of my title, but also my chance at shutting that son of a bitch Reece Somners mouth once and for all. Now not only am I stuck winning back a title I never lost in the first place, but now I got to watch Reece get a shot at the Rage title. A title that for all intended purposes I should be going after, not him.

Trent thought our barroom brawl was tough, he is in store for a rude awaking. He has pissed off the wrong redneck. Not only do I want this barbed wire match, I demand it! I want to feel his flesh rip off his bones as the barbed wire digs deeper and deeper into him. I want to hear his screams as his flesh is torn off. I want to see the blood pour out onto the mat staining it.

I want to see the look in his eyes when he realizes that no matter what he does, he is gonna to lose the internet title. I would say I want to hear his pleas of mercy, but they will be falling onto deaf ears. The only thing that I will hear is the sound of that bell ringing and the ring announcer proclaiming me as the 2 time and new Internet Champion!!

Keith then slams the door to his locker room open and storms out looking for a way to vent his anger until Payback. The scene fades with the camera focused on the tv screen. It is cracked but the image of Trent clutching the internet title is still on the screen..

Edit: Forgot to give my votes. Here goes:

Vegeta
Fizz
Keith Williams
Red Ninja

[Your Morality Enforcer]

[As far as the typical university party goes, you would expect a bit of noise, a bit of alcohol consumption and even a bit of bare flesh. However, this week, to celebrate Thanksgiving, one particular university, which will remain anonymous to protect those who were involved, has exceeded all expectations. In a couple of hours, the average IQ of everyone who attended has slipped at least 20 points and there is some horrible and mysterious fumes leaking out from the house, which is ablaze with colour and life. In fact, the music pumping through it seems to be loud enough to shake the house to its very foundations. It seems all hope for the students involved to ever recover their decency has been lost forever…

They did not count on the surprise arrival of a party crasher. They did not count on the arrival of “The Morality Enforcer”, Reece Somers]

Reece Somers:
Every year, I hear stories about this place. How, for one night only, the teachers turn a blind eye, the authorities look the other way, and the top academic hopes waste themselves away in a disgusting orgy of drugs, violence, drink, sex and music. This is how Americans give thanks every year; this is how Americans remember… By drinking so much they forget everything else! But finally, some order and some discipline will be enforced, at possibly the stake of my own health and mental sanctity. I intend to enter that house and deal with the root cause… For Morality!

[Reece, dressed in his trademark Armani-class suit gets many strange looks from the local students, who seem to be out of their head- By comparison, they have barely enough on to stop the blurring coming on. One drunkard makes his own assessment of the situation:]

Drunk Student:
Oh my God, it’s James Bond!

[Reece continues on despite the stares he is getting. He knocks the door… Nothing. He rings the doorbell… Nothing. He shouts out to the multiple party-goers inside… Still nothing. Reece is evidently enraged, and with a firm shoulder barge, knocks down the door, before remembering his manners, and replacing it back on the frame. He looks around, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he takes in the full horror of the situation. Inside the house, under the booming music, men who will one day become leaders lie on the floor, passed on, their tongue falling out of their mouths. Drunken guys chase topless girls around the place, whipping all manner of clothing at their body. The only noise that cuts above the music is the sound of people vomiting, and then giggling about it afterwards. A bottle of beer rolls out of one participant’s hand, and hits Reece’s foot. Reece picks it up, and is shocked by what he sees]

Reece Somers:
Budweiser, freshly drunk… Part of a huge multipack deal they must’ve got… But look…

[Reece brings the bottle up to the camera, and points out one figure on it, instantly recognisable to p2pw fans across the world… A picture of “The Tiger” Aladdin proudly holding a bottle of Budweiser and giving the thumbs-up is printed on the bottle, as another Aladdin, and indeed, p2pw, cross-promotion]

Reece Somers:
How convenient. The root cause of this seems to be the man I’ll face at Payback. Well, Aladdin, let me be-

[Reece is cut off by the cameraman signalling he can’t hear Reece’s words due to the music. Reece sighs, running his fingers through his hair while muttering something even more unheard. He reaches behind the stereo, and pulls out a cable. The effect is instant, girls start crying, and every boy not totally incapacitated by drink or drugs stands up. The camera shakes and is brought outside, but Reece, in the last shot we see of him, looks the perfect picture of calm. The camera retreats away, back up the garden where we see more boys rising to find out what has happened to the music, and down the street before cutting off…]



Reece Somers:
Let’s just say I shut down the party, and got enough evidence for what I’m about to say.

[It is early morning, the next day. Reece looks somewhat worse-for-wear, his eye slightly bruised and some minor cuts on his face. However, as he sips down the tea in front of him, we can see the faint traces of a smile on his lips. Eventually, he puts down the tea, looking at the camera]

Reece Somers:
Fine, for the curious… The first one was so drunk that he knocked the stereo down, which sparked. The amount of alcohol around the premises caused those sparks to become ignited. The building was hit by fire, and they ran away. Of course I could’ve most likely taken them all on…

[Reece takes another sip of his tea]

Reece Somers:
But I didn’t need to. Now, onto more pressing concerns… Payback. See, it came evident to me that where our society failed was when our culture became too reliant on celebrities or other such famous “role models” to lead the way. Fame, in the eyes of most people, is a reward. So, when these tapes of celebrities engaging in some form of intercourse sweep the nation and that celebrity is actually rewarded with the fame they crave… Well, that’s why every star-struck boy and girl follows suit. Following their heroes into that sickening pit of depravity and filth, like binge drinking, drug use and excessive partying, washed down by unprotected and illicit relations… That’s what happened to our society. And while I was quite aware of certain men inside the p2pw who promoted such behaviour, I was shocked to find that someone I actually respected, if begrudgingly so, was on the same list…

[Reece again takes another sip of his tea, before lifting a brown paper bag full of items onto the table. He pulls out the same discarded beer bottle with Aladdin’s picture on it out]

Reece Somers:
Aladdin, this was the first clue I got that “The Tiger” wasn’t as clean-nosed as I thought. By promoting this alcoholic beverage, you’ve sold yourself out for money that you probably could’ve made a few matches later anyway. But, Al, you’ve also sold out the futures of every little kid who buys one of your shirts, every kid who holds a sign proclaiming your faux dominance and every child who screams your name every time you enter that ring! What do you think runs through their heads when they see you promoting this? Why, it is quite simple, Aladdin. You take them by the hand, and you lead them down the merry path of alcoholism, depression, and in extreme cases, suicide. That blood is on your hands, Aladdin… And because of it, I’m afraid your blood will be on my hands… And on the mat… And all over your face… To the point you can’t see yourself what has happened to your fan-base, not because of the money that blinded you before, but your own crimson fluids dripping down your face and into your eyes. Aladdin, I can’t allow you to be a champion who doesn’t take that into account, I can’t allow you to be a role model to a generation of kids who will emulate everything you attempt! I can’t allow it and I won’t allow it!

[Reece stands up, the emotion now visibly boiling over on his face. He empties the bag and a ton of Aladdin merchandise topples out. He picks up random objects and throws them at the camera as he describes them]

Reece Somers:
Aladdin beermats! Aladdin on a box of cigarettes, covering up the health warning! Aladdin… And I scarcely believe this one… Aladdin condoms. Look, says here: “Guaranteed to help you Unleash the Tiger!”… Aladdin, do you even watch what goes through your list of money making objects? That’s why I’m here, Aladdin… That’s why I’m here.

[Reece sweeps the items off the table and they clatter and smash on the floor]

Reece Somers:
I’m here to save TNT, to save p2pw, from the monster that dwells within, this immoral desire to make our fans become disgraceful, stoned hooligans! And Aladdin, at one stage I saw hope in you. I thought that maybe, maybe you would understand what I was talking about… And that hurts me to find I was wrong… But it’ll hurt you far worse. Payback, as they say, is a pregnant dog. And you’ve just rubber-stamped your ticket to getting your Morality once and for all enforced, and Reece Somers will take the Rage Title and become a champion everyone can be proud of and truly emulate…

[Reece brings the tea to his lips, but takes it away]

Reece Somers:
The tea has gone cold.

[Reece throws a few dollars onto the table, and swiftly leaves, his head buzzing with thoughts and the slow ticking of a clock, a clock which will stop when he makes his entrance at Payback. Will Morality win its greatest victory yet? That remains to be seen]

[Your Morality Enforcer]

Votes:

Vegeta
JuncoJunky
Keith Williams
E2

[Aladdin]

"The Tiger" Aladdin Vs. Reece Somers Promo

The door of Micko’s office shuts as the three men who just had some what of an informal meeting with the P2PW owner emerge. The trio walk along the corridors in the direction of E2’s locker room, where they plan on getting in some last minute preparation for tonight’s festivities. They talk amongst themselves with the conversation centring around the retuning Shinn’s Theory, as the two others obviously have a bunch of questions for the knowledgeable man who they haven’t seen in quite a while. As they draw close to E2’s locker room, Aladdin seems to be thinking of something else while E2 occupies Shinn’s Theory’s attention. Aladdin is now a few steps behind them but the other two are so involved in their conversation that they don’t even notice.

Shinn’s Theory: Yeah, that was always an important part of my match preparation. It really helped me to keep my composure.

E2: I knew it! That was your secret to success. Well, I’ve recently been adding that to my pre-match repertoire, I mean more than before anyway, and it’s really helped.

Shinn’s Theory: Great! That means you have some on you right now.

E2: Of course.

Shinn’s Theory: Excellent. I could use a beer, right now.

Suddenly from quite a few feet behind, Aladdin shouts at them.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Guys. I’ll be with you in a second. I have to do something.

E2 and Shinns both turn around towards Aladdin who is walking in the opposite direction.

E2: I’ll save you a beer.

Aladdin shouts back to him, but continues to walk without turning around.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: You know I don’t drink! Get me a root beer!

With that said, Shinns and E2 turn back on their original route.

Shinn’s Theory: You’re not getting him a beer, are you.

E2 looks at Shinns as if he’s crazy.

E2: Naw nigga. I ain’t even touching nothing without any alcohol in it. That sand nigga is crazy.

With that said, E2 and Shinns reach his locker room. As they close the door behind them, we are taken to ringside. Suddenly T.I.’s “What You Know” hits the PA system and the now packed arena cheer as they think the show is about to start. The crowd are unsure as to who exactly is coming out as this is unfamiliar music. Orange and black fireworks fall from the bottom of the zeroin as some of the smarter fans realize whose music it is. A silhouette of a figure appears behind the pyro. The figure walks through the fireworks and instantaneously every fan in the arena jumps to their feet, cheering on the Rage Champion, Aladdin. Wearing the same clothes as before, Aladdin lays his Rage Title across the floor in front of him and then raises his arms, posing for the crowd. He holds the pose for a few seconds as the fireworks fall behind him, until the pyro finishes and he does too. Aladdin picks up his Rage Title and drapes it over his shoulder. He looks out at the incredibly loud fans and can’t help but smile. He heads down the ramp looking left and right at the crowd who are absolutely electric. As he walks down the ramp, you can see all the ladies in the crowd melt at Aladdin’s pretty boy looks. He climbs the steel steps into the ring and gets a mic from the time keeper. Immediately he starts to talk, as he walks over to the centre of the ring.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Damn, it’s fucking good to be back!

The crowd let out a big cheer as they can hear the fire in Aladdin’s voice.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: It’s been over a month since I came out here and actually talked to you guys, thanks to a certain someone. Just to let you guys know, it’s not quite time for the show to begin. I just felt like coming out here to chat to you guys for a bit and vent my frustrations, since you guys may have been bored waiting for the show to begin.

Aladdin soaks in the cheers from the adoring fans. He waits until they calm down before continuing.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: It’s been quite a month hasn’t it. It seems like the fed has gone through a hell of a lot of changes, on and off screen for that matter. Just when you think someone is going to come in and revolutionise the fed for the better, the person ends up choking and running off. Then everyone turns to the good old reliable one, who always produces the goods.

The smart fans in the audience cheer, as they all know secretly what Aladdin is talking about.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: That’s enough about that. This is neither the time nor place to talk about that. But regardless of that, it still has been a pretty eventful month, for me and the fed in general. We’ve seen stars come and go. Vegeta has decided to call it quits and will have his final match tonight. We’ve witnessed the first two trades to TNT. We’ve lost everyone’s favourite Irishman, Simz, to Blitz. We’ve had two Internet Title changes. E2 has made his first steps into the main event. We have ourselves a new owner. TNT debuted their first Unsanctioned Saturday show. We witnessed the return of my good friend Shinn’s Theory.

The crowd pop big for the mention of the returning Shinn’s Theory.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now onto me. I’ve had my title belt stolen by a man that couldn’t take losing. I’ve been in and out of the hospital but still don’t know what exactly was wrong with me. I mean no-one ever made it clear, did they?

Aladdin raises his eyebrows, making another reference to off screen matters, which gets a pop from the smart fans.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Where was I? Yeah, so I had my title returned to me by my cousin. I returned to team up with a man no-one ever expected me to be on the same page with, E2. I was suddenly put into a match against an up and coming Reece Somers and the man whose number I’ve got, Red Ninja, when it was planned I would be facing Trent Acid at this pay-per-view. I got Acid Bombed through a store window. Then once again my opponent for Payback was changed to the impressive Reece Somers. And finally, I’ve been granted my request of a ladder match.

Aladdin exhales after the long list and then takes a deep breath in. The crowd find some humour in it.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Quite the month, huh? But you know what the constant in that is? I am still the Rage Champion. It doesn’t matter how many things change, I still remain the Rage Champion. It’s a simple maths equation. You can change all the variables but the answer remains the same. I am the answer to all problems. You can count on Aladdin to keep everything going, to keep you entertained, to remain the dominant force in P2PW.

Aladdin starts to build up the intensity, looking very serious.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Since I debuted I have given every match my all. I’ve come out here and poured my heart out for every promo. I have given you all one hundred percent. I don’t operate at anything less. In my entire time here, not one person in this company can say that they are better than me. In over a year, I have only been pinned once and that was done in controversial fashion. I am the man to beat on TNT, P2PW and the whole damn wrestling industry, but I don’t get the recognition that I deserve.

The crowd are some what quiet, as Aladdin is really talking from the heart.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I’ve been the stand out performer on TNT. The majority of the workload goes on my back, on and off screen. Everyone knows that. I’ve stole the show countless times, putting my body on the line each and every time I step in the ring. I’ve never lost a match on TNT. Never. And yet whenever I hear people talking about who is the future champion of TNT, my name is always an after thought. I just don’t understand it. I’ve been in more matches than anyone on TNT since the draft. I’ve the only person on TNT to have actually beaten our brand’s champion. In the Sole Survivor Chamber, I was the only TNT superstar in the last four. I was the last eliminated in the match, and that should have placed me in the top of the TNT rankings as the number one contender but our owner decides to bypass me. Just forget about me altogether. I didn’t even make it into the number contendership match. Trent fucking Acid did. What the fuck has that guy done? Sure, he won the Internet Title, but that’s not exactly the hardest thing in the world when you blind your opponent. Fucking ridiculous.

The crowd are silent, having never seen this side of Aladdin before.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: We’re now a month away from the biggest show of the year, WrestleFever 3, and the breakout superstar of the year, the person you voted as TNT’s MVP, isn’t in the main event. Bullshit.

The crowd are really confused and shocked by Aladdin.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: But you know what? I’m just fucking with you.

Aladdin let’s off a huge cheeky smile, having made the crowd believe every word he said.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Look, I can’t say I’m not upset about not being in the main event. It’s where I want to be. Do I feel like I should be there? Yeah, I do. But I’m not going to complain, because my boy, Elijah will be leaving this arena tonight, with the P2PW Heavyweight Title around his waist. And, for now, that’s good enough for me. My time will come, I know it will. I’m just going to have to work even harder to get it. And when opportunity comes knocking on my door, I’m going to take it. I will make sure that I become P2PW Heavyweight Champion. It’s just a matter of time. And if no-one seems to want to give me any chances to get it, I’m going to take it for myself.

With that said, the crowd are firmly back on his side, cheering him on. The crowd are just as into him becoming the champion as he is, by starting a “Next World Champ” chant.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: But you know, there is one thing that everyone has been saying has held me down.

Aladdin takes the Rage Title and holds it to the side, at about head level.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: My Rage Title. After the draft, this was the obvious title for me and I was the obvious person to hold it. But since then, everyone has said that this is what’s holding me down. This thing is both a curse and a treasure. On one hand it’s the prestigious title that only the great in ring performers have held, but on the other hand it’s seen as a secondary title that is more of a stepping stone to the next level. No owner likes a double champion, so this really has been keeping me away from the main event. What am I supposed to do? Should I be happy where I am and just accept that this is my place? Should I purposely lose the title?

The crowd boo both options.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Exactly. I’m not going to do either. I’ve never been one to follow the rules. This title isn’t leaving my side. It belongs to me and I belong to it. But I am sure as hell not going to let this thing keep me from fulfilling my destiny. Micko, no disrespect to you but I could care less that you don’t want a double champion. I’m going to give you no choice but to let me have my shot at the P2PW Heavyweight Title, but on the way to that eventual shot, I am going to build up this Rage Title so that it is on par with the P2PW Title. What that means is that I will be defending this title at every show and I will be defending this title against top tier names.

Aladdin places the title back on his shoulder.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, tonight I’ve got Reece Somers, but I’ll get onto him in a little while. I have someone else I need to talk about right now. And this man is exactly the person who will aid me in making this title the main attraction in this company. The person I’m talking about is the only man to hold the World Championship twice in P2PW. Stare. You know Stare, even when you changed around WrestleFever 2 into the supposed “bad guy”, I respected you. You were the man in P2PW. You were the top of the ladder. You were the man to beat. But, then you stuck your nose in my business at Sole Survivor, ruining my chances to main event WrestleFever 3. You messed with fate, Stare. I can’t let that slide. So I have a proposition for you. At WrestleFever 3, let’s have ourselves an interpromotional match. Me versus you, for the Rage Title of course. What better way to really take this title to the main event. The best champion P2PW has ever had against the future of P2PW, the man who will go onto break every record in P2PW, me. I’ve made the challenge, Stare. All you’ve got to do is accept it.

The crowd go absolutely crazy for the sound of that match.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now onto more pressing matters. Tonight, I defend my title against TNT’s morality enforcer, Reece Somers. A man who people have been saying could be the one that takes away the title from the longest reigning Rage Champion. That’s not going to happen, Reece. Sorry. You want to know why? It’s pretty simple. Hard work means I’m better than you. You just don’t have the skills that I have. You’re good, I’ll give you that, but you’re not me. Oh, and to make matters worse for you, our match just happens to be a speciality of mine.

Aladdin stops talking, putting the mic in his back pocket and takes his blazer off. He tosses it over the ropes and then slides out of the ring. He looks under the ring for something and then grabs something. He looks out towards the crowd and then pulls a ladder out, to a pop from the crowd. He lifts it up, displaying the 12 foot long structure, before sliding it into the ring. He places it upright and then climbs right up to the top. He takes the mic out of his back pocket and continues to talk.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: God, I love ladder matches. Reece, last week the two of us put our bodies on the line in one hell of a streetfight. You really took the fight to me, but you see, I could see that you were spent towards the end of the match, whereas I could have gone for another hour if I needed to. That’s just another edge I have over you. You aren’t used to the longer matches because you haven’t been in the ring with the people that I’ve been I the ring with. See, you’re impressive, but you’ve impressed the wrestling world against lower level talent and at best mid-card talent. I’ve been going up against top tier talent longer than you’ve been in the wrestling business, and we’re just about the same age.

A cable lowers down from the ceiling. Aladdin has to stand up on the top of the ladder, and places the belt on the cable. He seals it and then sits back down on the top of the ladder.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Reece, I know you know that we both were brought up in the same manner and we’re not all that different but there is one vital difference. You see, your “gimmick”, your way of life is this morality enforcer schtick. Well, my way of life is wrestling. You can talk all your shit about how I have no morals and how I’m a bad influence on today’s children, but at the end of the day, none of that matters. I live, breathe, eat and sleep wrestling. It’s what I do. I’m not concerned about any other shit. I have morals, I know right from wrong, but that is of no importance when I step into this ring. How exactly are your morals going to help you in here? Are you going to apologise to me after punching me? No, you’re not. So as far as I’m concerned, your stupid moral enforcer thing is just for show. It’s bullshit. It means nothing. It isn’t going to help you in here.

Aladdin pauses momentarily, taking off his t-shirt, displaying his amazingly defined physique.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: And just to set the record straight. Does this look like a body of someone who drinks, smokes, or does drugs? No, it isn’t. Just like a certain friend of mine, I’m straight edge. The only thing in this world that gets me high is wrestling. It’s what I do best and I do it better than anyone else. So as far as your bottles of beer with my picture on it and all that other shit, you probably made all that shit yourselves, to help put your point across. Fine by me. I’ll put my point across in the ring, when I retain my title, and show you what it’s like to tango with someone you know your shit isn’t going to get to.

Aladdin stands up on the ladder and grabs the title, just like he plans and will be doing later tonight. He holds the title up above his head.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Tonight, I’m starting my real rampage to the top. And you’re my first prey, Reece. After tonight, I’ll be crossing your name off my endangered species list.

With that said, Aladdin drops the mic and raises both of his arms, holding the Rage Title belt high above his head. The scene ends with a visual of Aladdin on top of the ladder holding the Rage Title.

[Aladdin]

Okay, i will lock this tomorrow when i come back from school since we wouldn't have started any writing by then anyway.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

Zeroin goes into static and a base color screen comes up.

TV Announcer Voice: The following is a Public Service Announcement concerning the state of the Internet Championship. The announcement is to be made by the Internet Champion, Trent Acid. Roll it!

Zeroin shows Trent Acid, in a suit and tie, Internet Title draped over his shoulder.

Trent: Keith! Here's the announcement, but before I get to it, I'll give you some background. See, what I am about to tell you is something so........... well me, the rest of the locker room, and everyone in the arena and watching on TV at home knows it. Unfortunately, well......you don't. What I am about to tell is common knowledge, and it is the reason why you no longer have the Internet Title, it's not because I just so happened to kick your ass all over a Manhattan Bar last TNT, and it's not because you think you got shafted or because you forgot that there are no DQs in a barfight. It's because I was willing to not just wait for a title to be handed to me, I was willing to TAKE the title that was put forth in front of me.

The crowd gives off an astonished reaction. Then cheers fill the arena.

Trent: Anyway, the common knowledge announcement is this...

Trent pulls a card out of his inside suit jacket pocket.

Trent: I have the announcement right here (clears throat), "To all wrestlers, fans, students, prospective sparring partners, drinking buddies, and prostitutes, all locker room cleaners and maintenance personnel, all wrestling company owners, commissioners, and referees, and to all forced into the unfortunate burden of working with, against or around P2PW Resident SuperShit and FORMER Internet Champion and current bitch of newly crowned Internet Champion Trent Acid, Mr. Keith Williams, please refrain from being with or near Keith Williams as his stench may rub off on you and may slow cognitive, automated, and other brain functions to the point of retardation, it may possibly kill you, if Keith's sloppy ringwork doesn't first. Please note that any and all references to Keith Williams or any names or aliases associated forthwith are no longer valid, and the man formerly known as Keith Williams will now and forever be known as 'Trent Acid's Bitch'.

Trent cracks a smile and winks. The crowd gives off an 'OOHHHHHHH' and someone starts a 'Keith's a Bitch!' chant. The crowd immediately gets into the chant as Trent continues.

Trent: Furthermore, Internet Poll stipulations and such no longer matter as I will kick my Bitch's ass all over the place at anytime, and I'll do it anywhere I damn well please. Although, of the choices given to the fans, I personally would like to surgically remove my Bitch's face from his body with the use of Barbed Wire, but again, it really doesn't matter, as I'll defend this title in any match, at any place, and at any time, against anyone who is willing to try me. End Announcement. So folks, don't do it to yourselves, don't associate with this guy, don't ask for his autograph, it's not worth a dime anyway, don't---- in fact, if you see him, run, I don't care if he has Bud Light, run!!! Get as far away from him as possible, he's worth the time and energy of no one, not even myself, in fact I'm trying to figure out how you even got the Internet Title. How'd you get it Keith? You shag Micko's sheep or something last time we were in England? You promise this Richmond crowd that you'd actually beat me? It's not happening.......because it's common knowledge. You can't beat me and you'll never see this title again. The crowd knows it, everyone in the locker room knows it, the fans at home know it, the unfortunate sap that's gonna lose all brain function by having to clean up your locker room knows it, everyone knows it, and deep, deep down, trust me when I say this...... you.... know it.

Zeroin fades to black.

END PROMO.

[Aladdin]

And locked. Good turn out. 9 out of 10.