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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:19:53 GMT 1
There comes a time in every man’s life where he must put up or shut the hell up. That time is now.Enter the P2PW Heavyweight Champion Red Ninja, his reign at the top has been unprecedented, as well as impressive.Enter the challenger, E2, whose recent battles with the champion suggest that the title may be slipping from the Champ’s once iron grip.Will E2 put all the critics to rest? Will he become the first Black Heavyweight Champion in the history of the P2PW?When ”The Morality Enforcer” Reece Somers arrived on the scene, he amazed his peers as well as his critics with his ability to dominate his opponents inside the squared circle.For months he has talked the talk and backed every last word up. ”The Tiger” Aladdin is the greatest RAGE Champion in the history of P2PW and deep within himself, he knows that the time may be at hand.With similar styles, as well as unresolved anger stemming from a recent bloodbath in an Apple iPod Store, these two will venture near death, all in the name of besting each other. Will “The Tiger” prevail, or is this the beginning of Reece Somer’s dominance of the P2PW?Presents......Live from The Richmond Coliseum, Richmond, Virginia ”RESTROOM” is the extreme CLOSE UP we begin with for this exclusive night on TNT. As the camera slowly pulls back, we hear a toilet flushing from behind the door. When we finally have a full body shot of the bathroom door, out comes, Santa Micko, sporting the traditional Santa Claus outfit, with the huge belt buckle, the hat and a bag full of toys. The crowd can be heard cheering, as they are watching all of this unfold on Zeroin. Jolly ol’ Saint Mick is jolly in the face as well – and he should be, as he just unloaded about four squirrel-sized logs and relieved his intestines of some unwanted stress.Santa Micko: “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, everybody. Ho! Ho! Ho!” The crowd reacts with more cheering and then suddenly, from out of nowhere, John McKay comes running from down the hallway to meet Santa Micko. McKay is dressed in a tuxedo for the occasion and he’s armed with a rather chubby looking cameraman and a dreaded microphone for the interview. John McKay: “Santa Micko! Santa Micko! Where have you been? I mean, it’s a huge night! Tonight is going to be huge!” Santa Micko: “Ho! Ho! Ho! Young fella! Merry Christmas to ya!” John McKay: “Yeah, ho, ho, ho. Micko, tonight is huge! It’s Payback!” Santa Micko: “Here can you hold my bag o' toys for me a minute? Great!” Without giving McKay room to answer, Santa Micko shoves the bag full of toys into McKay’s arms. However at the same time, McKay is having trouble keeping himself from laughing.Santa Micko: “How do ya like my outfit, McKay? How do ya like it?” John McKay: (Snickers) “It’s a wholesome costume, Micko.” (Snickers)Santa Micko: “Good. That’s what I was aiming for. I wanted to start TNT’s pay-per-view, Payback, as a wholesome, family friendly, show. Even though it may get a little ugly down there in that squared circle tonight, I wanted to let everyone know that this is family-friendly programming.” McKay’s face begins to turn red and his eyes begin to water, yet he is able to contain his laughter. Even the chubby cameraman is trying to hide his smiling face behind the lens. But his face is too big and we can see. Santa Micko: “It’s been brought to my attention that there has been a lot of profanity on our programming and the people are reacting. They are cool with the occasional ‘fuck you, bitch’ or the overly-used term ‘you’re such a shithead’. But racial slurs are being passed around like Paris Hilton and it’s my job to step up and curb that, ho! ho! ho!” McKay’s disposition returns to a serious one. Not serious as in “angry serious”, but serious as in “lying journalist serious.”Santa Micko: “We got ta curb the cursing, McKay, curb the cursing. There may be times tonight during the two out of three falls match between JuncoJunky and The Fizz where you might feel like saying ‘holy fuck! Did you see that?’ Or you might mutter ‘shitgod, mother of shits! That was a goddamn muthafucker!’” McKay nervously looks into the camera as if to be worried about the audience’s reaction.Santa Micko: “And fuck me if we don’t fall asleep on that one, and I think the people will. So to keep them from falling the fuck asleep, I’ve decided to make the winner of the match, the number one contender for the P2PW Internet Title at Wrestlefever 3. So either JuncoJunky or The Fizz will be one lucky motherfucker!” The crowd can be heard cheering.Santa Micko: “And I’ve also decided to pepper up the Heavyweight Title scene as well. Immediately following Payback, ho, ho, ho, there will be an Internet poll, where the fans will decide the top two contenders for the P2PW Heavyweight Title, which either Red Ninja or E2 will be holding at night’s end. Those two motherfuckers will meet in two weeks on TNT for the single purpose of fucking each other up, and then facing the champion.” The crowd cheers again.Santa Micko: “And speaking of heavyweights, here comes that nigger now.” E2 comes up from behind McKays crew. The sold out audience pops massively for the One Man Killing Machine. E2 is wearing a concerned look on his face. He heads immediately for the bathroom door.E2: “Is there toilet paper in there, nigga?” Santa Micko: “Ho, ho, ho, there’s a fresh roll. Put it in myself.” E2: “Good.” E2 disappears behind the restroom door. All we hear from out here is the patented unzipping of the pants followed by a “splash, splash, splash” and a sigh of relief, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”Santa Micko: “Now I’m sure you have a lot more questions, McKay, and I assure ya, that before the end of the night, your questions will be answered one way or another. Now unless you want to choke to death from the smell of massive shit from a seven foot negro, I suggest we get da fuck outta here! Ho, ho, ho!!!” John McKay immediately drops the bag of toys, grabs his nose is disgust and heads for the hills with his crew. Santa Micko stands there, holding his belly, laughing all the way. From behind the bathroom door, an angry E2 begins to shout.E2: “Micko! McKay! Where’s the fucking toilet paper! Man, Imma fuck you both up when I see you….!” Santa Micko: (Holding up the last roll of tp in his hand) “Ho, ho, ho! MEEEEEEEERRRYYY CHRISTMAS! Ho, ho, ho!!!” Santa Micko takes the toilet paper and disappears, laughing all the way down the hallway. The camera slowly zooms back in on the word”RESTROOM”.E2: “MICKO!!!!!”
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:20:41 GMT 1
“Headsprung” begins to blast over the PA system and the crowd goes into a fucking frenzy as TNT’s biggest draw has now made his appearance. E2, sporting the typical baggy jeans, black Timberlands, and oversized, black T-shirt, wastes no time jigging down the aisle and getting into the squared circle. However, every eight seconds or so, E2 stops, lifts his left leg, an let’s one rip. The fans near the farts cannot tolerate the smell, but they continue to cheer their hero despite nearly choking. Once E2 steps inside the squared-circle, a ringside official grabs a microphone and tosses it into the ring, into E2’s huge hand. mic. The One Man Killing Machine seems especially estatic tonight, as he cannot hide it. However, every now and then, E2 continues to stop, get a leg up, and let one rip.E2: “Yo! Wassup, niggas!!” Crowd; “Wassup, NIGGA!!!” E2: “I said, WASSUP, NIGGAS!!!” Crowd: “And did you hear us when we said ‘HEY’!” E2: “Hahahaha!! You niggas down here in Virginia are da craziest. You niggaz iz down like dat! Yo, peep dis…..” E2 lifts his leg up halfway and “BLOOOOOOOOOP!!!” let’s one rip. Unfortunately, the microphone is close and the sound of the fart is magnified greatly. E2: “’Xuse me, niggas. I don’t know if was the Maryland-style crab cakes or the fucking Peking Duck from Won Shu Ya’s downtown, but something I ate is fucking me up!” CUT TO THE BACK….where we see a trainer taping up Aladdin’s fist, preparing him for his entrance. Suddenly, over the PA system we here another E2 has let loose…. BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!”The Tiger” Aladdin: (Looking a bit confused) “The fuck was that?” BACK TO THE RING…..E2: “God. Damn. Just bear with me, niggas. This shit should last that much longer.” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “Now, tonight is da night!....” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “In this very ring….” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “E2 and Red Ninja…..” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “Go one on one…..” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “For all the glory….” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “For the right to be called, the fucking man!” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: (A leg goes up and BLOOOOOOOOOP!!!!) “The One Man Killing Machine…..” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “Versus the Red Power Ranger….” Crowd: “The fuck is Blitz!?” E2: “That bitch will never know what hit-----“ E2 is suddenly cut off as an EXTREME CLOSEUP of Red Ninja’s masked face appears on Zeroin. The crowd boos the shit out of this traitor. However, Red Ninja doesn’t react to the fickle fans. He isn’t laughing along with the rest of us. Instead, the P2PW Heavyweight Champion is all business:Red Ninja: “That’s it, E2. That’s it. Just keep running your mouth and making jest. That’s all you’ll ever be good at, is making people laugh. E2: “Fuck you.” Red Ninja: “No thanks, I’m into blondes with vaginas. You are not my type.” E2: “Smartass. I’ve gone toe to toe with the best-----“ Red Ninja: “Oh, God man! Save it. All you ever do is flap those huge niggerlips. No one is listening anymore. So do yourself a favor. Go down to the welfare office and fill out an application, because after I beat your ass tonight, you’ll never get another title shot again. You go back to the bottom of the shit pile; hell, if Micko were smart he’d fire your ass, bitch. So save your flap. I’ve fallen 30ft to my death for you. I’m not afraid of you. No one is. You’re TNT’s joke. A cartoon. And I will expose that once and for all because tonight, I’m gonna fuck you up!” Zeroin fades out and the Champion is gone. The crowd is silent and E2 stares at Zeroin angrily. He knows the champ means business. Hell, he still has the bruises from the 30 ft drop last Saturday at Unsanctioned Saturday. BLOOOOOOOP!!! E2 rips another one. The heating system in the Richmond Coliseum isn’t helping the matter as the heat is enriching the smell of the gas and a few ringside photographers have dropped to their knees in mercy. Suddenly, T.I.’s “What You Know” hits and the crowd goes apeshit as “The Tiger” Aladdin makes his way out from behind the curtain. The P2PW RAGE Champion gives us some martial arts demonstrations with his arms and right leg before making his way down to the ring. The shiny RAGE title is draped over “The Tiger’s” left shoulder for the world to see. Once inside the ring, “The Tiger” Aladdin tags fists with the One Man Killing Machine just before the music stops.”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Goddamn, man. What the hell have you been eating.” “The Tiger” Aladdin pulls out a small aerosol canister from his jacket pocket and sprays the ring profusely. He sprays to the left and he sprays to the right. He sprays high and he sprays low. To the left of the ring we see a few cameramen come back from the dead.E2: “Ha, ha, ha, muthafucka. As if you never have gas. I’m sure you let ‘em rip after eating one of dem ali babba bean pies or a fried leg of fucking goat.” ”The Tiger”: “Ha, ha. Sometimes man. But enough about whose gas is the most potent, I’m here to make official what we talked about earlier….what we agreed to.” E2: “What? You calling out Stare for a grudge match at Wrestlefever 3?” ”The Tiger”: “Exactly. I’ve never made Stare, the so-called King of Kings, taste his own blood for costing me a shot at the title at Fever 3 in the Sole Survivor Chamber. I never made him pay.” E2: “Please, nigga. Stare’s too much of a bitch to accept your challenge. Even if you walk out here tonight as the RAGE champion and put that on the line, he’s too scared to get back into the squared circle as a competitor. Sure, he can sneak people from behind, but face to face, mano o mano, it won’t happen. When’s the last time he promoed, anyway?” ”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Yeah, I see your point. But the challenge still stands nonetheless.” The crowd erupts with a series of cheers at the sound of this; at the sound of the P2PW Rage Champion wanting to extract revenge for that dubious act committed at Sole Survivor. E2: “I thought you were also going to bring up the Reece Somers and Red Ninja alliance that seems to be dominating TNT lately?” "The Tiger": “Exactly. Last week on Unsanctioned Saturday, the four greatest athletes on TNT locked up and because of the talent of everyone involved, because of the sheer brutality of the match, a victor could not be decided. But tonight, what was not settled last week, could be resolved tonight. After I beat Reece Somers…….” The crowd cheers.”The Tiger”: “And after you destroy Red Ninja to become the new Heavyweight Champion….” The crowd pops even louder.”The Tiger” Aladdin: “There will be no doubt as to who the two toughest motherfuckers on TNTwill be.” Loudest pop of the evening thus far.”The Tiger” Aladdin: “But just in case a few others out there decide to form alliances and take on the best TNT has to offer, like Keith Williams and JucoJunky; (cheers) or Trent Acid and Snake (crwod boos), we need to make sure those two entities have insurance.” “The Tiger” is now fully facing The One Man Killing Machine looking him dead in the eyes. The cheering from the crowd seems to be getting louder and some of them seem to sense what is coming next. Could it be? Is this for real? “PC” hits and the crowd blows the roof off the Richmond Coliseum because standing at the entrance, right before our very eyes, is P2PW Legend Shinn’s Theory. The crowd is nuts as Shinn’s stands there for a moment, mic in hand, and soaks it all up. Inside the arena, “The Tiger” and E2 both exchange concerned looks, as if to say “What will happen next.” Theory looks to his left and then looks to his right. The crowd is fucking crazy. A few “Shinn’s Theory Rules” signs can be seen throughout the arena and in the upper rows of the Coliseum. This is history in the making as Shinn’s begins the patented pace to the squared circle. Shinn’s Theory: (While walking) “Well, well, well. Who would have ever thought they’d see Shinn’s Theory show up tonight?” Theory continues his slow march toward the ring. The noise level only lowers when Theory raises the mic to his lips to address the crowd. Shinn’s Theory: “Who would have thought that after handing Stare his ass on a platter last Saturday night, that’s Shinn’s Theory would have the gall to show his face in P2PW again?” The crowd cheers again as Theory has made his way to the steel steps and his climbing, up, up, up, into the squared circle. Shinn’s Theory: “Yeah, Stare’s a bitch and I pretty much proved that last week. So, Al, don’t even waste your time. You’ll be lucky if he even shows up for the match.” The crowd cheers again, however not at the mere presence of the former World Champion, but at the fact that he is slowly, and methodically approaching E2. Theory gets in E2’s face, looking up at the Big Dawg. Shinn’s Theory: “Now there is something that I’ve wanted to say to you for a long, long time, right here in your face, in front of everybody.” A uncomfortable feeling begins to develop in the arena. The crowd can feel it; the p2pw technical personnel around the ring can feel it; and “The Tiger” can feel it. Shinn’s Theory: “Look, man. Sorry about the whole EDDIE doll bullshit. I mean, a seven foot Black man who looks like he could bench press half the roster walking around with a little doll just struck me as a little hilarious. E2 is stoned faced. Shinn’s Theory: “I also wanted to apologize for that time when I snuck into the hospital to further torment and brutalize your shoulder. I was nothing personal, nigga.” E2 is stoned faced and angry.Shinn’s Theory: “And I ask for your forgiveness for the whole mess surrounding the Internet Title; what I am saying is that I am here to bury all the hatchets.” The crowd pops loud. E2 looks to his fans for approval: Should he accept all this, or is it a trick? Shinn’s Theory and E2 have been sworn enemies for two years and here he is wanting to forget the past. E2: “Naw nigga.” A reaction of cheer emanates as E2 steps in closer to Shinn’s Theory. The two man look as if they are ready to battle. E2: “There is only one way you can make up for all the bullshit of the past.” Shinn’s Theory: “And what’s that?” ”The Tiger: (Stepping in closer) “You can become the business manager of the newest faction in the P2PW.” Shinn’s Theory: “And that is?” E2: “Black…” ”The Tiger” Aladdin: “Tiger.” The crowd erupts with cheers as Theory takes a couple steps back, looks at the both of them, and lets the wicked smile spread across his face.”The Tiger” Aladdin: “He brings the ‘black’…..” E2: “…And he brings the ‘Tiger’. And together, we’ll be two unstoppable uthafuckahs, with one hell of a manager. It’s now or never, nigga: You’re either in or you’re out." Shinn’s Theory pauses for a minute. Black Tiger anticipates an answer. Theory looks to the left and the crowd goes apeshit. Theory then turns his attention to the other side and the pop is even louder. He then extends a hand to E2 and a giant hand meets his halfway. He then acknowledges the RAGE champion and the three embrace. Indeed, a new faction has been born. Shinn’s Theory, “The Tiger” Aladdin, and E2: Black Tiger. Unstoppable in the world of sport entertainment.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:23:08 GMT 1
Ring Announcer: “The following contest is scheduled for two out of three falls, with the winner being the first to score two victories of his opponent. The first fall will be regular rules, the second a “No DQ” stip will be added, and the third fall will be a “Falls Count Anywhere” match. Introducing first……” “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack blasts over the PA system and The Fizz makes her way from behind the curtain. Strangely enough, Miles Johnson has accompanied the young woman out tonight and immediately things begin to smell fishy. The fans in the audience begin to “boo” the fiery young woman to scorn. And fiery she is as she has let her hair down for this one and pumps a wicked fist as she marches down to the squared circle with Miles right behind her.[/color] Fan in the front row: “You suck!” The Fizz suddenly stops in front of the fan, looks him dead in the eye, and then looks at Miles. Miles clears his throat and spits a greenish/blue loogey right into the fans eye. Nasty. Fan in the front row: “Fucker! You’re gonna hear from my lawy—“ Nobody cares. What we do care about is that there is about to be a fight. A fight that needs to be settled between two unsatisfied opponents. As The Fizz and her physio step into the squared circle, the fiery woman snatches the microphone from the ref and begins to ramble, ramble, bitch, bitch.The Fizz: “Now I would like to set the record straight: JuncoJunky did not beat me on Unsanctioned Saturday. That match was rubbish! Rubbish! My foot was on the rope and the replay will show that. So tonight, we settle this. We play by my rules!” The Fizz exchanges a devilish smile with Miles Johnson, who in turn winks back.The Fizz: “All hail King Jenson Button! All Hail King Jenson Button! ALL HAIL KING JENSON BUTTON!!” The displeasure from the Virginians is becoming morbidly apparent. They are getting riled up. No one wants to hear this. Fuck, no one wants to see it, but this is the way it’s going down.The Fizz: “ALL HAIL KING JENSON BUTTON!!! ALL HAIL KING JENSON BUTTON!! ALL HAIL KING JENSON BUTTON!!!” Enough already. “Halls of Illusions” by ICP hits and the the jeering turns to cheering as JuncoJunky sticks his face out from behind the curtain. He quickly hides behind the curtain again, and then finally comes out to the roaring cheers of the crowd.
After coming out completely JuncoJunky turns to the curtain, grabs it, and then slowly jerks it four times and uses his other hand to point at his opponent. Message in a bottle: Fizz, you’re a curtain jerker.
JuncoJunky mocks the comedic styles of Razor Ramon while walking down to the ring. Putting his hands and forearms out to his sides to make like he’s “floating” down to the ring. Junco climbs the steps and enters the ring. Miles, clearly intimidated by the stocky brawler, quickly exits through the second and third ropes.******2 OUT OF 3 FALLS MATCH****** JuncoJunky vs. The Fizz Written by E2 DING! DING! DING! The Fizz approaches the center of the ring and JuncoJunky does likewise. Once in the center, they stand eye to eye. From out of nowhere, The Fizz puts her right boot in JuncoJunky’s nutsack, warranting an “Ooooooooh!” from the crowd. Oh shit, JuncoJunky falls to his knees and grabs his crotch. The referee immediately calls for the bell and tells the ring announcer of his decision. Ring Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified the Fizz for her actions and as a result, the winner of the first fall via disqualification, JuncoJunky!!! The second fall will be a no disqualification match!” The crowd cheers but the joy is short lived and Junco is still in pain, but immediately, we go right to…..DING! DING! DING! And we’re ready for the second fall. Without wasting a moment of time, The Fizz approaches the still wounded JuncoJunky and BAM! Another shot to the nutsack! Man in the front row: “Jesus Christ! That’s got to be all!” JuncoJunky grabs his balls and crouches over in pain. His twisted, contorted, crunched-up facial expression tells it all. He withers to the canvas and The Fizz takes advantage of his pain and the stipulation by covering. 1………..2………….3!!!! DING! DING! DING! Ring Announcer: “Here is the winner of the second fall by pinfall, The Fizz! The next fall will be a Falls Count Anywhere match!” The crowd doesn’t like it as they boo the TNT superstar to tears. JuncoJunky is in serious pain here, but he had better recover because the third and deciding fall is next and there is next to no time to recover.DING! DING! DING! And we are set for the third and final fall. As Junco s-l-o-w-l-y rises to his feet, The Fizz is set to go for the hat trick. If she hits this, its over. And this has been anything but a wrestling match, folks. It’s been a real fat ballbuster, peeps. A real fat ballbuster. The Fizz goes for the kick, but JuncoJunky blocks and grabs her foot. He then maneuvers her legs, twists her around and applies the applies the Walls of Jericho. What a reversal. The Fizz is in serious pain and the referee gets down to face level with her to see if she is ready to tap. Miles Johnson suddenly jumps to the ring apron in an attempt to distract JuncoJunky. The feisty brawler then breaks the submission hold and goes over to grab Mr. Johnson. The crowd roars at this, but the glory is short lived as the Fizz has recovered and runs off the opposite ropes to collect momentum and then puts a knee in the center of Junco’s spine, sending him to the outside and sending Miles crashing into the barrier, knocking him out cold. The Fizz holds her arms up, flips her hair and embraces the all hatred the crowd has to offer. She then climbs through the ropes and over to JuncoJunky. The feisty woman then begins slapping the taste out of Junco’s mouth. Slapping him silly. Slapping him like Moe slapped Larry and Curly. Slapping him like a girl slaps her boyfriend after a silly comment about her menstrual cycle. Slap, slap, motherfucking, slap. The Fizz turns her attention to the fan in the front row while picking up JuncoJunky by his hair. The Fizz: “How does fresh saliva taste, cocksucker!?” Man in the front row: “Fuck you!” The fan then takes his beer and throws it in the face of The Fizz, temporarily blinding her. Junco sees his chance as the ref is outside the squared circle. He puts his hand in the Fizz’s crotch and rolls her up from behind and 1………2………3!!!!! DING! DING! DING! Ring Announcer: Your winner via pinfall, JuncoJunky! Junco quickly recovers and begins to make his way to the back. The ref gives cahse in order to catch his man and raise his arm in victory. Meanwhile, The Fizz recovers from the deadly beer attack and makes her way over to tend to Miles Johnson who hit the barrack hard. We then FADE TO BLACK.-------------------------------------------------------- FADE UP FROM BLACK where we find Keith Williams strolling down a corridor backstage. The cheers from the sold out arena can be heard as we profile the former P2PW Internet Champion.
With a new black cowboy hat and the tail of his slick, black duster swaying as he moves, Keith Williams looks as serious as they come; all business. With his left eye scarred from the cigarette assault on Unsanctioned Saturday, Keith’s weakness going into tonight’s match is apparent.
As Keith rounds a corner backstage, he is greeted by Reece Somers who hasn’t yet hit the locker room as he is sporting a sleek, dark gray Italian wool suit. Reece is looking sharp. As the two TNT superstars lock eyes, a small grin slides across Reece’s lips as he purposely stares at Keith’s wounded eye.Reece Somers: “So, how’s your eye, cowboy?” Keith Williams: “It’s gettin’ to where it needs to be.” Reece Somers “Yeah. It doesn’t look one hundred percent; the same could be said for you. You don’t look as if you’re up to regaining the Internet Title tonight.” Keith Williams: “Oh, see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’ll get my title back. There’s no question about that. The question of the night is, will you be leaving tonight with the RAGE title? You seem to be more focused on taking pop jabs at my eye rather than focusing on a match with one of TNT’s best: ‘The Tiger’ Aladdin.” Cheers can be heard from the capacity crowd.Keith Williams: “I know we have unfinished business from—“ Reece Somers: “You’re damn right we have unfinished business, and it will be dealt with at the proper time. After tonight, TNT will be a moral show. You see the problem with this program is people like you, E2 and Aladdin want to hold all the gold. Look at you. How can the superior brand be represented by a southern, molasses-drinking, redneck cowboy; a drunk thug from the hood; and a young man who half the roster is afraid to get on an airplane with for fear of him blowing us up?” The booing from the crowd is becoming heavy, but a small “Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!” chants begins to develop in the audience.Reece Somers: “ TNT needs classy champions. We already have Red Ninja. He comes from a wealthy background and has actually used his head to study the far eastern martial arts. What has E2 studied lately? Fried chicken and biscuits? “And then there’s Trent Acid. Although he fight like a thug, rest assured that he always shows up in a business suit. He makes this brand look good, something you have hopelessly failed to do. “And finally, you have P2PW’s Morality Enforcer, and you know damn well that I look good. After tonight, TNT will be a different show. It will be a cleaner, more wholesome brand.” Reece Somers slowly looks at Keith Williams from head to toe, as if to insult him.Reece Somers: “And it will definitely look better.” Reece Somers walks away from Keith, who is calm and still, but his face is red with anger.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:24:18 GMT 1
We are taken to another part of the arena where the first thing we see is the label on a door with the word “VEGETA” on it. The door opens up and to no surprise “The Tiger” Vegeta comes walking out, ready for his match. Wearing some new ring gear as well as some fingerless gloves with the word “Tiger” across them, he closes the door behind him, takes a deep breath, shakes his shoulders to compose himself and head towards the ring. As he walks through the corridors towards the ring area, officials and members of the roster wish him luck for his last match. Some shake his hand, some pat him on the back. Vegeta stays focused all the way through, as if he’s in a zone.Vegeta is about 200 metres from the curtain when he sees the newly formed faction of Black Tiger with Shinn’s Theory walking in the opposite direction. The two of them pass and Vegeta seems some what disappointed. He continues on when from behind some grabs his shoulder. Vegeta turns around to see Aladdin standing behind him.“The Tiger” Vegeta: Hey, Al. What’s up, bro? “The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, you didn’t think that I wouldn’t say anything at all to you before your retirement match, did you? Vegeta looks up and then down as if he did, and then replies in an emotionless voice.“The Tiger” Vegeta: ……….no. Of course I didn’t. “The Tiger” Aladdin: So anyway, what made you come back? “The Tiger” Vegeta: I wanted to bow out properly. Sure, I won my last match but I didn’t really get to tell the fans what I was doing, why I was doing it and what I would be doing in the future. I didn’t get to say farewell. “The Tiger” Aladdin: So, tonight you get to do that as well as go out there and showcase your talent one last time. “The Tiger” Vegeta: Well actually, Micko suggested the match. I just requested some time to talk to the fans. “The Tiger” Aladdin: Fair enough. “The Tiger” Vegeta: But actually, I quite like the idea of getting one more match and I plan on leaving with my hand raised in victory and my head held high. You know, I like the idea of having this match so much that if I don’t win, I’ll probably comeback until I get that final “W”. Aladdin has a look on his face as if he has an idea.“The Tiger” Aladdin: Is that so? Well, in that case, it means that you still have some fight left. I suppose you still have that desire to do what you do best. I’m right, aren’t I? “The Tiger” Vegeta: What are you getting at? “The Tiger” Aladdin: You know. Stay around. Don’t leave. You can still do this and do this better than most. “The Tiger” Vegeta: Al, we’ve been through this already. I can’t……..I don’t wan……I have to lea….. “The Tiger” Aladdin: See, you already have some doubts. That means that you don’t really want to leave. You know you don’t. “The Tiger” Vegeta: Look, bro. I’ve made up my mind. There’s nothing more to say. Now, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I better get going. My match is up next. Aladdin puts his hands up, backing off in order not to get into an argument.“The Tiger” Aladdin: Okay, bro. I don’t want to upset you. Vegeta turns around, looking as if he’s about to leave but he turns back around.“The Tiger” Vegeta: I’ll se you later, bro. Vegeta turns around and starts to head off when once again Aladdin stops him. Aladdin hugs his cousin. They let go and it’s visible that Vegeta has a tear in his eye as his final match is merely seconds away.“The Tiger” Aladdin: Good luck, little bro. I’ll see you after your match. I gotta catch up with the others. Do your best. Vegeta looks at Aladdin and smiles before the two of them head off in their separate ways. In about ten second, Aladdin is totally out of sight while Vegeta makes his way to the curtain and waits for his music as we are taken to ringside.---------------------------------------------------------------------- At ringside the crowd await the next match. Suddenly “Paraniod” hits and the lights dim. Snake comes walking out from behind the curtain. He walks down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He curses at any fan that dares to put out their hand to touch him or get him to slap their hand. He slides into the ring and does his stretches as he waits for his opponent.Snake’s music finishes and a very audible “Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeta” chant can be heard. The crowd are waiting in anticipation for the soon to be retired wrestler. His music “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park hits the PA system and the crowd jump to their feet. They continue to chant his name as they await his arrival. A minute goes by but Vegeta is making them wait. Two minutes go by but Vegeta still makes them wait. The chants continue. Three minutes go by and no sign of Vegeta as he is obviously making the fans wait as the anticipation grows with every second. The song eventually plays through and begins again and no Vegeta. This is definitely the longest the crowd has had to wait for any superstar. In the ring, the ref is confused as to why Vegeta is taking so long, and Snake whines and moans, complaining that Vegeta is wasting his time. The crowd start to die down as Vegeta’s method if trying to get them more excited has backfired. His song has played through one and a half times now, but no Vegeta. Something seems wrong. Just as the ref puts his leg through the rope, to go and investigate the situation, the curtain pops forward. The ref goes back into the ring, but then suddenly Vegeta falls through the curtain onto the steel stage. The crowd initially cheered like crazy but have suddenly gone quiet. Vegeta is a bloody mess. His face is covered in blood, which has also dripped down and covered most of his chest. The amount of blood that he has lost is monumental but he is making his way to the ring, some how. The crowd are silent, not knowing what to make of the situation. Officials run down the ramp, to catch up with Vegeta, but he wants none of it. Having crawled all the way down the ramp, he gets to his feet and pushes them away. He stumbles his way to the ring and crawls into the ring. Once in the ring, Vegeta collapses onto the canvas. The ref checks on Vegeta and tries to call the match off, but before he can do anything, Snake stops him and forces him to ring the bell, threatening to hurt him. The ref doesn’t do it but Snake grabs him by his throat and shouts at him, making him do so. The ref, in fear for his well being, rings the bell as this match apparently is under way.******SINGLES MATCH****** “The Tiger” Vegeta vs. Snake Written by Aladdin Snake immediately jumps on Vegeta, pounding away on him with rights and lefts. The crowd boo this tremendously as Snake seemingly has no conscience. Snake lifts Vegeta up and throws him continues his attack with rights and lefts. He whips him across the ring but Vegeta collapses half way, showing just how badly he was attacked. Snake is some what surprised. The crowd are silent as they empathize with the man who was planning to have his farewell match but now isn’t even conscious. Snake finally realizes how bad the condition is of Vegeta and seemingly is about to finish this match as he pick Vegeta up. Snake bounces off the ropes and hits a high knee lift on Vegeta, which he calls the Sidewinder. Vegeta falls to the floor and Snake quickly covers him. The ref makes a very quick count…….1……2……3! Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match by pinfall, Snake! The crowd boo the announcement as they can’t believe the match even happened in the first place. Snake quickly gets to his feet and looks down on Vegeta. He has a some what scared look on his face and quickly gets out of the ring and exits through the crowd. As soon as the match had finished, officials flooded the ring. They tend to the fallen superstar and then quickly roll him off on a stretcher. The crowd chant Vegeta’s name as we fade to black.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:25:28 GMT 1
FADE UP FROM BLACK as we catch newcomer, JuncoJunky making his way to his locker room still dressed in his ring gear. The crowd pops as Junco is slightly limping due to the cheap shots given by The Fizz earlier. JuncoJunky slowly rounds a corner, and then stops in front of a locker room for a minute; resting his arm on the door.
JuncoJunky: “Ah, that fucking bitch! Geez, Louise! You can end a man’s career going after his gonads. I thought the P2PW outlawed this kind of thing.”
As the camera pulls out a little bit, we realize that the Junky One is resting against the locker room door of one of TNT’s premiere athletes: P2PW Internet Champion Trent Acid.
JuncoJunky: (Grabbing his gonads) “Goddamn, you’d think a superstar like myself could just walk in and settle a feud with The Fizz, without all this mess. Sheeesh!”
CUT TO INSIDE THE VERY LOCKER ROOM that Junco is leaning against. We see Trent Acid, and so does the crowd as they begin to boo him without remorse. The P2PW Internet Title is draped across his shoulder and the champ is in his wrestling gear. Trent gets antsy when he hears someone yapping outside of his door and presses his ear against the door to hear what the fuck is going on.
Junco from the other side: “Whaw, whaw, whut-wa-whaw, whaw, whaw”
Trent Acid: (Standing up straight violently) “’The fuck invited Charlie Fucking Brown to the PPV? The fuck is this nonsense?”
Out of morbid curiosity, Trent leans his ear against his locker room door one more time, in order to get a better idea of who the culprit is.
Junco from the other side: “Whaw, whaw, whut-wa-whaw, whaw, whaw. Whaw-wut-whaw, wahw, whaw!”
Trent Acid: “The fuck—“
Trent opens the door in a haste and in the course of one wreckless action, Junco loses his balances and falls into the champion, causing the Internet Title to fall to the floor, warranting a nasty “OOOOOOOOH” from the Virginians in the audience. As Junco regains his balance, he stands tall and peers into the eyes of a very angry Internet Champion. Trent returns the cold glare.
JucoJunky: “Sorry about tha----oh, it’s you.”
Trent Acid: “You mind tell me what you’re doing standing outside my locker room, taking to yourself. Don’t you know who I am, bitch? I’m Trent Acid: P2PW’s Internet Champion!”
JuncoJunky: “Yeah, I know who you are, all right.”
Trent Acid: “And I know who you are: You’re the resident curtain-jerker who almost got his ass handed to him by a woman---again!”
JuncoJunky: “What are you talking about, Trent. I am two and 0 since arriving here a few weeks ago. The Fizz had to resort to dirty tactics in a sorry attempt to get a victory against the Junky One.”
Trent Acid: “Yeah, yeah, save it ya’ dirty biotch. We all saw what happened.”
Trent bends down to pick the title up off the floor, but just as he gets his huge hand on the belt, JuncoJunky’s foot steps on the belt and the audience begins to heat up as even more tension is building.
Trent Acid: (Standing erect once again) “Yo, man, what the f—“
JuncoJunky: “Hey, allow me. I caused you to drop the belt, so allow me to do the right thing and pick it up. I’m the newbie and you’re the vet, remember?”
Trent Acid: “Yeah…….I remember.”
As an evil grin spreads across Trent’s lips, the Junky One bends down to reach for the title belt that he caused to fall. The newcomer grabs the title, and just as he’s rising back up, Trent’s left elbow greets the back of his neck. BAMM!
JuncoJunky: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
JuncoJunky hits the floor hard. Trent Acid shows no mercy as he grabs the Internet Title belt off the floor and goes to work. In what will go down as a sick and morbid attack in the history of TNT pay-per-view, Trent Acid begins to smash the title belt into the back of Junky’s head.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The crowd is livid, I mean they are pissed. We haven’t seen Trent this violent and out of control since the tag team glory days with MVP-Don! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And Trent finally stops the assault and looks at his belt.
Trent Acid: “You see that, you dirty bitch? You got my belt dirty with all that blood. You stupid motherfu---“
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Trent continues the assault and the gash on the back of JuncoJunky’s head continues to open up and get larger and larger and larger. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Trent Acid: “Now my belt is even dirtier you slimy ho! So clean it up!”
Trent gets down on one knee and presses the title belt hard against the back of Junco’s head and begins to go in circular motions as though he’s wiping the belt off. But in the process, Junco’s face gets pressed into the concrete floor. EMTS and some medical personnel finally come running from around the corner to attend to the Junky One.
But the damage has been done as Trent Acid takes his title, steps over the fallen carcass and heads for the ring. In order to add one last insult to injury, Trent stops halfway, turns around, clears his throat, and spits a red/green/yellow-colored loogie into Junco’s left eye. CLOSE UP on the saliva chunk as it drips off Junco’s eye and into his nose.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:25:59 GMT 1
We are brought back to ringside, where we can see the ring ropes replaced with barbed wire and a dumpster just outside it, ready for the Internet Title match. The crowd are waiting in anticipation for what should be a brutal match.Ring Announcer: The following Internet Championship match is scheduled for one fall and is a Barbed Wire Dumpster match! The crowd cheers the announcement of the match greatly.Ring Announcer: The rules of the match are as follows. The two competitors will start in the middle of the ring. The ropes have been replaced by barbed wire as you can see, and they will be allowed to use them as much as they want. There will be no disqualifications in this match, meaning they may use any weapons that they see fit to use. The first person to place their opponent in the dumpster and close the lid, will be declared the winner. With that said, “Cowboys From Hell” hits the PA system as the sold out crowd start to cheer. TNT’s resident cowboy comes walking out from behind the curtain to a good ovation. The crowd cheer him on as he takes a sip of his beer. He slowly walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ring and the dumpster next to it. As he approaches the ring, he stops and scans the barbed wire. He opens the lid to the dumpster and chucks his empty beer bottle in. Keith finds the area of the ring with the least barbed wire and slides in, making sure he doesn’t touch the flesh ripping object. As he gets in, he takes off his trench coat and throws it over the barbed wire. The former champ waits patiently for his opponent, while scanning the barbed wire, looking for any point that he can take advantage of.The crowd start to boo as “Trés Leches” plays and the current Internet Champion, Trent Acid walks out from behind the curtain. The cocky champion already has blood on his hands from his attack on JuncoJunky earlier in the show. He proudly shows off his blood stained hands to the crowd, and then to Keith. Putting his hands back down, he starts to walks down the ramp, cursing at any of the fans who dare say anything to him. Half way down the ramp, he raises his title high above his head and stares right at Keith. Keith, not one to back down, stares right back at Trent and signals that the title is going to be around his waist very soon. Trent laughs at Keith’s gesture and shouts right back at him, like some sort of mad man, “This title is staying right where it is, you fucking redneck!” The crowd “Oooo” at what Trent said, but Keith remains calm, brushing off what he said. Trent climbs up onto the ring apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle, from the apron, making sure not to touch the barbed wire. He jumps off the turnbuckle and lands in the ring. The ref goes over to him to take the title belt, but Trent doesn’t allow him to, kissing it and then handing it over. The ref hands the belt over to the time keeper, before signalling for the bell to be rung, as the match is about to be officially underway.*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH****** Trent Acid vs. Keith Williams Written by Aladdin The two men slowly walk up to each other, getting in each other’s face. Neither of them say a word, neither of them flinch, they just stare into each other’s eyes. The look in their eye’s say everything they need to. Trent breaks the eye contact, loosening his neck by making circles with it. The two men back off a little and start to loosen up. Just as it seems like they’re about to lock it up in the middle and see who the better wrestler is, Trent puts his hand up, signalling for Keith to stop. Keith obliges, but wonders what Trent wants. The champ gestures for Keith to hold on for one second. Trent then starts to search himself, checking all of his pockets on his trousers. He has a confused look on his face as if he can’t find what he’s looking for. Finally he finds it and has a look of relief on his face. Trent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. The crowd “Ooooohh” once again, as Trent is purposely mocking Keith. The champ takes one out of the pack and puts it in between his lips. Once again he searches for something, but this time can’t find what he’s looking for. He turns to Keith and asks “Got a lighter on you, mate?” Keith can’t believe what Trent is doing. He doesn’t speak at all. Trent, over the top as always, looks at Keith wondering what’s wrong. Trent finally realizes what he’s done, or at least is acting like he has. “My bad”, Trent says. He reaches into his pocket again and takes out the pack of cigarettes. This time, Trent offers one to Keith. “Here ya go, bro, now can I have a lighter?” Keith shrugs his shoulders and takes a cigarette. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a lighter. He puts the cig between his lips and lights it. He then signals for Trent to come closer. Trent does so, and leans forward for Keith to light his cig. Keith tries to get the lighter to work, but it doesn’t. He looks at it and then says “Oh, that’s what’s wrong”. With that said, Keith throws a right hand knocking Trent down. Stunned Trent falls to the floor and the crowd cheers greatly. Keith continues to punch away at Trent until he’s had enough and slides out of the ring, being careful not to touch the barbed wire. Keith, with the cigarette still in his mouth, smiles and takes it out of his mouth, blowing out the smoke as the crowd are loving every second of what he’s doing. Trent is livid on the outside, slamming his hands on the ring apron and kicks the dumpster. Keith on the other hand is as cool as ever, standing in the ring, smoking his cigarette. Trent starts talking shit to Keith, trying to infuriate him and get him to come outside, but Keith remains calm and cockily walks up to the ropes where Trent is. Keith leans over, take the cigarette from his mouth and throws at the face of Trent, reminiscent of Razor Ramon. The crowd pop big as Keith gets a measure of revenge from their previous match. Trent starts to slap his face, trying to get any ashes from the cigarette off of him. Pissed off, Trent slides into the ring, without thinking and gets kicked straight in the back by Keith. Keith continues with his kicks, grounding the champion. With Trent laying on his front, Keith takes a few steps back and drops a knee onto the back of Trent. Trent writes in pain, bending his back trying to rid himself of the pain. Unfortunately, Keith gives him no time to recover as he takes a few steps back on the other side of the ring and nails Trent on the side of the head with a low dropkick. Keith then walks over so that he is in front of Trent and kicks him square in the face, forcing him back onto his knees. Keith then runs at Trent, grabs his head and slams it into his knees as Keith falls to the mat. Trent instantly pops back, just missing the barbed wire. Keith picks Trent up and starts to punch away at him, causing him to draw closer and closer to the barbed wire with every shot. Trent is inches away from the flesh ripping wire, but before Keith can get in that one last shot that would surely send him straight into it, Trent regains his strength and nails Keith with a knee to the gut. Trent starts to unleash with punches of his own, before trying to irish whip Keith into the wire. As Keith goes flying into the wire, Trent holds hi head, trying to get himself back together. Fortunately for Keith he stops himself just in front of the wire. Making sure Trent, who is facing away from him, can’t see, Keith runs at him, grabs him and throws him straight into the wire. The crowd let out a huge “Ooohhhhhhh!” as Trent gets caught up in the barbed wire. Trent screams in pain as the wire digs into his skin. Keith looks on in delight as Trent is being ripped apart. As Trent tries to get up, it’s visible that the metal wire has pierced his skin and is embedded in it. Trent slowly walks forward to remove it from his skin. However, just as he frees himself of the hellacious object, Keith hits his finish manoeuvre, the superkick, sending Trent right back into it. The crowd love it as Trent isn’t allowed to move away at all, as Keith chops away Trent, followed by open hand slaps to the chest. With each move, Trent flinches, causing the wire to go further into his skin. Finally Trent takes no more of it and rakes Keith’s eyes before kicking him right in the balls. The ref can do nothing about it due to the hardcore nature of the match, as Keith falls onto his knees clutching onto his valuables. Trent uses the time to rip himself free from the barbed wire. Once he’s completely free, the camera zooms in on his back, showing hundreds of gashes. Trent takes a look at his back and shudders in disgust. He breathes a sigh of relief now that he’s free. Straight away he heads over to Keith, who is just about getting up. Before Keith can do anything, Trent slams him across the face and then kicks him in the chest. Keith bends forward, having just gotten the wind kicked out of him, but as soon as he does gets a European uppercut, forcing him right back up. Trent grabs Keith’s neck , choking him, but lifts him off the ground before slamming him back into the mat. Trent quickly drops down with a knee onto his nose. Straight away, blood starts to pour from his nose, as it looks like it’s broken. The crowd cringe at the blood trickling out of his nose, while Trent smiles at it. Keith immediately sits up after the move, but Trent kicks him back down with another shot to the face. Trent laughs as the blood continues to pour. He sits him up and from behind starts to claw away at his face, as if he’s trying to rip off his nose. Keith screams in pain, but Trent thinks of those screams as cheers for him to continue. The sadistic champion let’s go after violently ripping away. However he continues his assault by picking Keith right back up. Trent has his eyes set on the barbed wire as a measure of revenge for earlier in the match. Trent grabs Keith by the neck and runs with him. He throws Keith towards the wire, but wisely the challenger drops to his knees and slides out of the ring. He stands just in front of the dumpster trying to catch his breath, but Trent doesn’t allow it, jumping over the barbed wire, hitting a 360 plancha, forcing Keith to slam into the dumpster. The two of the fall to the floor after the breathtaking move. Trent is the first to his feet. The champion ponders whether or not he should throw Keith back into the ring and inflict some more damage with the barbed wire or if he should just throw him into the dumpster and finish the match. Eventually Trent opens the dumpster lid and picks Keith up. Trent grabs Keith by his hair and lifts him up onto his feet. Trent lifts Keith up onto his shoulder and turns around towards the dumpster. Trent goes to throw Keith into it, but Keith slides backwards off his shoulder and pushes Trent, head first, into the dumpster. Stunned, Trent backs up a few steps. Keith grabs Trent by the head and places it on the edge of the dumpster. Keith then goes around and grabs the lid of the dumpster and goes to the side of the structure. Keith cocks it back and then with great force throws it down, aiming to crush Trent’s head. At the last second, Trent moves way, saving himself and his chances for this match. Keith quickly runs at Trent, but Trent lifts him up and goes for a spinebuster. While in the air, Keith counters the move, forcing Trent to spin around and nails a DDT on the ring apron. The crowd pop huge for the sick move, as Trent’s neck got slammed against the edge of the ring. Keith throws Trent into the ring, but places him so that his head is stick out. Keith takes a few steps back and then looks out towards the crowd. He nods his head and then runs at Trent, looking to hit his elbow across the neck of Trent. Unfortunately for Keith, Trent amazingly spins around and nails a breathtaking roundhouse kick, while on the mat, to the back of Keith forcing him into the ring post. Dazed, Keith barely stays on his feet. Trent slides out of the ring, once again being careful not to touch the barbed wire. Trent pushes Keith once more into the ring post. Trent grabs the back of Keith’s head and then drives it into the ring post, this time keeping it there and using all of his weight to push it further and further into it. He takes his head away, and it’s visible that Keith’s blood has stained the steel ring post. Trent then takes Keith’s head and forces it onto the barbed wire, the first time that Keith has touched the wire himself in the match. Trent scrapes Keith across it as the blood starts to pour from his head. Trent drags Keith from one end of the ring to the other, without taking him off the wire at all. Trent pulls him off as Keith’s head has been shredded. Trent throws Keith into the ring and then slides back into it himself. Keith tries to get up, but Trent kicks him down and thenh steps down on his head, forcing it into the mat. Trent then positions Keith so that his head is sticking out of the ring, much like Trent was earlier on. Trent takes a hold of Keith’s legs and then drops down, catapulting Keith up into the barbed wire. Keith clutches his neck, as the force of the last move, lower the amount that he could breathe. After a few seconds, Keith starts to cough up blood. The barbaric match has had great effect on both of the competitors. Trent quickly drags Keith into the ring and picks him right back up. He kicks him in the gut and then places him in between his legs. Trent tries to pick Keith up, but Keith doesn’t allow it, obviously having a lot more fight left in him. Keith drives Trent into the corner, causing Keith’s sides into the barbed wire. Trent, obviously pissed off and in pain, starts to violently club away at the back of Keith until he stops putting up any resistance. Trent lifts Keith up onto his shoulders in the powerbomb position. Trent turns towards the barbed wire and slams Keith on top of it, in a truly hardcore move. Trent, however, keeps a hold of Keith and lifts him back up onto his shoulders. Trent goes back into the corner and slams Keith into the mat with the powerbomb, once again keeping a hold of him. Trent lifts him back up onto his shoulder but instead of keeping him there, he hits an alley-oop on Keith, throwing over his shoulder onto the turnbuckle and barbed wire, face first. Keith bounces off as the crowd start a “Holy Shit!” chant. Trent who is exhausted from the last move, slowly gets to his feet. He makes his way to corner and cautiously climbs up the barbed wire to the top turnbuckle. He turns around, to face Keith, and jumps off with a leg drop squashing the face of Keith. Trent gets up and looks down on the bloodied and beaten Keith and then looks over at the dumpster. Trent grabs Keith by his hair and lifts him to his feet. Trent shouts to the crowd “Acid Bomb” which gains a mixed reaction, with the crowd looking forward to the awesome move but not wanting Trent to finish things off. Trent lifts Keith up over his shoulders, ready to hit the move. He walks over to the side of the ring, facing the barbed wire. Trent goes to hit his move but Keith manages to slide back, preventing Trent from hitting his deadly finisher. Keith turns Trent around and throws a punch. Trent is forced backwards as Keith continues to strike away with punches, each of them gaining a cheer from the crowd. Trent is inches away from the barbed wire, not for the first time in this match. All Keith needs to do is get in one more shot. Immediately Keith throws a punch. At the same time Trent raises his arm in order to block it. Seeing this, Keith pulls his punch and jumps up with a dropkick, forcing Trent into the barbed-wire. Trent screams in agony as his flesh once again meets the wire. Keith uses this time to rest up, but not too long. He gets up, the blood giving him a crimson mask. He runs at Trent who is just about free from the wire. Keith goes for a clothesline, but Trent ducks down and back body drops him over his head. Keith manages to save himself, landing on the ring apron. Trent notices this and gets in a stiff chop across the chest of Keith, which gets a bit “Wooooo!” from the crowd. Trent goes for it again, getting the same chant from the crowd. Trent continues with this until Keith is just about to fall off. Trent winds back and goes for a huge haymaker, but Keith ducks the shot, catches Trent’s head and drops down to the floor, forcing Trent’s head into the barbed wire. Trent bounces right back up, visibly cut open by that shot. Keith quickly jumps back onto the ring apron and grabs Trent. Keith falls back, nailing a belly to belly suplex on Trent, causing him to smash into the top of the dumpster. Trent writes in pain as he lands, and stays on, the metal lid of the dumpster. The crowd start a “this is awesome” chant after the amazing spot. Keith falls back onto the floor, exhausted. After a short break both Keith and Trent start to stir. Trent, having taken the least punishment in the whole match, gets to his feet first on the dumpster. Trent take a while to get to grips with where he is, in which time Keith manages to jumps onto the dumpster and starts to punch away. Trent replies with punches of his own until the two off them are fighting it out, punch after punch on the dumpster. Keith suddenly kicks Trent in the stomach and sets him up for the perfect-plex. Keith lifts Trent up but can’t keep him up. Trent slips behind him and sets Keith up for the Cop Killer. Trent is about to go for the move but Keith manages to get out of it. He pushes Trent off the dumpster and into barbed wire. Trent bounces back and into the dumpster causing Keith to fall forward and land on Trent. The two of them lay there for a few seconds before getting up at the same time. They start to exchange punches before Trent attempts to throw Keith into the dumpster. Keith blocks it, hanging onto the barbed wire, even though it rips into his skin. Keith kicks Trent in the gut and then tries to throw Keith in it himself. This time Trent grabs onto the barbed wire. The two of them are unwilling to move when suddenly they both grabs the back of each others’ necks and run towards the dumpster. The two of them throw each other into the dumpster at the same time, causing both of them to get into it. The crowd are amused as it looks like they both jumped in at the same time. The two of them are relentless with their attack, continuing to throw punches and kicks. Each of them try to get out, only to be dragged back in by the other. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a steel chair comes crashing down on the head of Trent. Keith falls back from the shock. The camera zooms out to show a bloodied JuncoJunky wielding the chair. The crowd can’t believe it at first but soon start to cheer as Trent is seemingly incapacitated, leaving Keith to win the match. Keith is shocked and simply stares at Junco who is looking down on Trent. “Don’t fuck with me, Trent!” Keith looks up at Junco who looks right back at him. Junco breaks their gaze and then turns around, as if he is about to walk away. At the same time Keith is about to jump out of the dumpster, when Junco quickly turns around and slams the steel chair down onto the head of Keith, knocking him out and forcing him back into the dumpster, onto the lifeless body of Trent. Junco looks down at the two corpses and then out to the crowd, who start to boo him now. Junco goes around to the other side of the dumpster and grabs the lid of the dumpster. Junco looks out towards the crowd, who know what he is about to do. The fans boos Junco greatly as he is about to end what was a great match, depriving the fans of more of the action. Just as it looks like Junco is about to close the lid, the ref comes in and stops him. The ref tells him not to do it, but Junco simply picks him up and throws him into the dumpster himself, to a few cheers from the crowd. Hearing the cheers, Junco turns towards the crowd and says “Fuck off!” With that said, Junco goes to slam the lid of the door shut, but just as he does, Keith and Trent put their arms up, trying to keep it from shutting. The two of them try with all their might to open up the lid. The two of them manage to overpower Junco, but just as it looks like they’re in the clear, Junco grabs his steel chair and slams it across both of their heads, causing them to fall back against the side of the dumpster. He grabs Trent’s head and places it over the edge of the dumpster. He lifts the steel chair up, high above his head and smashes it across his head of Trent, sandwiching it. Keith tries to jump at Junco but gets one more shot across the head for his trouble. Keith falls back into the dumpster and with that Junco wastes no time in closing the lid of the dumpster to a chorus of boos. The timekeeper and ring announcer don’t know what to do as they have no ref to give them a decision. Junco takes it upon himself to ease their minds. He walks around the ring towards them and grabs the timekeeper as well as the ring announcer. He looks towards the time keeper and shouts at him “Ring the damn bell, right now!” With that said, the timekeeper does as he is told out of fear, signalling that the match is officially over. Everyone in the arena is in a state of confusion as they are unsure as to the result of the match. Junco throws down the timekeeper, now holding only the ring announcer. Junco slaps him a few times, scaring the shit out of him, before whispering something into his ear. The ring announcer has a look on his face as if he doesn’t want to say it at all, but is being forced to. Junco let’s go and shouts at him “Say it”. The ring announcer puts the mic to his mouth and speaks in a forced manner with no emotion.Ring Announcer: Ladies & Gentlemen, your…………….losers of the match, Keith Williams and Trent Acid. The crowd boo the result of the match as it is apparent that it ended as a draw. Junco goes back up to the ring announcer and shouts once more, “Say the whole damn thing!” Without arguing at all, the announcer continues.Ring Announcer: And your winner of the match and your next P2PW Internet Champion, JuncoJunky! Junco smiles a wicked smile, pleased of himself. He nods at the ring announcer, signalling that he did a good job. “Why thank you”. Junco grabs the Internet Title and walks back over to the dumpster. He opens up the lid and leans over. He holds the Internet Title next to his face, shouting to both of them inside that it’s his and no-one else’s. He spits inside the dumpster and then slams the lid shut. He climbs onto the top of the dumpster, with the Internet Title in hand. He stares into it, his eyes seduced by what is staring right back at him. He looks back up at the crowd and in a sick moment, starts to hit himself over the head with the belt, reopening the wound he sustained earlier. The blood is now all over the title belt. He slowly raises the crimson stained Internet Title belt high above his head as WE FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:27:37 GMT 1
FADE UP FROM BLACK INSIDE ALADDIN’s LOCKER ROOM where the RAGE Champion is practicing various sidekicks and round kicks in preparation for his match with Reece Somers. The audience cheers “The Tiger” on and the cheers grow to record volumes as the camera pulls out and we find that E2 and Shinn’s Theory have accompanied “The Tiger.” E2 is geared up and ready as well. The number one contender is leaned back against the wall with his arms folded and appears to be in deep thought. And Shinn’s has dressed “down” since the opening segment by sporting a rugged pair of blue jeans and a black T that reads “Blind Melon” on the front.
Shinn’s Theory: “Well shit, you could cut the tension in here with a knife.”
Aladdin pays no attention and continues to practice his moves. It’s almost as if he’s in some sort of zone. E2 is still stone-faced on the wall..
Shinn’s Theory: “Let me try that again, then.”
Shinn’s Theory turns around and walks out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. A few seconds pass, and then the door opens, and low and behold it’s Shinn’s Theory.
Shinn’s Theory: “Well shit, you could cut the tension in here with a knife.”
Again, nothing. “The Tiger” seems as if he’s even further into a zone as his move-set practice has become even more intense than before. E2 doesn’t move: He’s like a monstrous statue who doesn’t seem to be in touch with what is going on around him.
Shinn’s Theory: “Well. Fuck me. But the third time is the charm, motherfuckers.”
Again, Shinn’s Theory turns around and walks out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. A little more time passes this time, and then the door opens again, and low and behold it’s Shinn’s Theory. But he has a case of BUDWEISER SELECT in his arms.
Shinn’s Theory: “Merry Christmas bitches!!! Let’s all let loose and have a few.”
Aladdin stops his move-set and turns to face Theory. “The Tiger” has a serious look in his eyes, the look of a focused human being.
Shinn’s Theory: “What’s wrong with you people? Here you have just formed what is probably the most dominant tag team force on either roster; the matches we’ve just witnessed have been phenomenal; and you’re acting as if you’ve got bow ties up your asses. What’s up?”
Shinn’s carries the case in one hand and then uses his free hand to open the top and pull out a bottle. He extends it towards the Rage Champion.
”The Tiger” Aladdin: (Holding his fists up) “Shinn’s, man, everything I have right now, I earned with these.” (Aladdin emphasizes his fists) “I’m already the champion, so I have nothing to gain and everything to lose. Nothing personal, but I am up next. It’s on. I must remain focused.”
”The Tiger” turns around and goes back to his practice. Shinn’s Theory looks at the bottle, shrugs his shoulders, and then downs it. When finished, he tosses the bottle behind him. He then turns to the One Man Killing Machine, grabs another beer, cracks it open, and extends it in Elijah’s direction.
E2: “Naw nigga.”
Shinn’s Theory: “What the---? Negro, have you lost yo’ mind?”
E2: “Red Ninja said he wanted me 100% focused tonight, cat daddy. That means I want to be sober. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I debuted here two years ago this month and have fought tooth and muthafuckin’ nail for this opportunity. It’s no DQ! If anything messes this up; if I lose this match tonight, I may as well step off, niggas. The booze can wait----for the afta party. I want to have the belt in one hand, and a nice cold beer in the other. I want to drink to celebrate tonight, not to forget; not out of depression.”
E2 uncrosses his arms and exits the locker room. Shinn’s theory watches him go. Then extends his bottom lip, shrugs his shoulders, and begins guzzling. CUT TO THE NEXT SEGMENT.
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Summer Anneslay is standing by with the P2PW Heaveyweight Champion Red Ninja. Ninja is rolling his wrists than cracks his neck than rotates his shoulders.
Summer: "Red Ninja tonight you put your title on the line against E2....."
The Champ snatches the mic out of Summer's hand.
Red Ninja: "As much as I'd like to hear you state the obvious Summer, I think I should say what needs to be said. E2, 2006 was the year of the Ninja plain and simple, I took on the best and I destroyed them all. No one, and I mean no one has been able to hang with me for to long. I've proven this year that Im the best. You don't know what your dealing with here Elijah, Im going to add your name to my growing list of victims. And once Im done with you Soul Reaper, you'll be the next in my crosshairs. All the respect in the world for you Reaper, infact your one of the few people I respect here, you make your choice and you come after me and my belt, well you'll end up like so many others. Red Ninja is not lying down for anyone, and if you don't like that, FUCK YOU."
Ninja walks out of the scene.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:31:04 GMT 1
As we resume to action, we see the P2PW RAGE Title hanging high above the squared circle. The crowd is a bit exhausted from all the action that has taken place thus far, but they are saving their best props for what is about to happen next. An eerie silence grips the crowd; that calm before the raging storm. Two of TNT’s best are about to engage in battle and the overwhelming belief is that there will be some serious carnage. A man dressed in a tuxedo, who looks as if he’s downed a couple of glasses of merlot at this point in the night, gets up from the announcer’s table, grabs a mic, and enters the ring. The excitement in the crowd begins to build. DING! DING! DING!Ring Announcer: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first……” ”WAKE UP!!!!” by Rage Against the Machine begins to blast and the audience begin to boo frantically. Reece Somers, the challenger, slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain. As the audience let him have it, with flying paper-balls and various debris, Somers begins his strut toward the squared circle, seeming almost oblivious to all the pandemonium around him. Ring Announcer: “…from Birmingham, England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, “The Morality Enforcer”, Reece Somers!!” The camera pans the arena and focuses in on some of the jeering audience members. Reece simply pays them no mind; he continues his strut to the ring until he reaches the steps, climbs up, and then enters the squared circle. He looks up and points at the RAGE Title hanging high above the ring, and then uses his hands to motion the title belt around his waist. No one is buying it. The Morality Enforcer’s music cuts and the audience anticipation begins to build once more.Ring Announcer: “His opponent….” ”WHAT YOU KNOW” by T.I. blasts! The crowd goes apeshit when “The Tiger” Aladdin runs out from behind the curtain and sprints a “Carl Lewis” all the way down to the ring. The ref doesn’t even get a chance to announce before Aladdin slides under the ropes, swiftly gets to his feet and goes right for Reece, pounding him hard in his face and chest.*******P2PW RAGE TITLE LADDER MATCH****** “The Tiger” Aladdin vs. Reece Somers Written by E2 The crowd goes into a “Tiger” chant as the champion pounds away at Reece, not giving mind to any technical prowess or gracing footwork. Aladdin is just fucking mad and he demonstrates that more as begins to alternate right and lefts to the face of his challeger. Aladdin backs Reece up and slings him off the ropes, and on the return, a clothesline from hell that puts the challenger on his back. The crowd roars in excitement as “The Tiger” picks Reece up and once again Irish whips him into the opposite ropes but this time Reece Somers ducks under the champion’s attempt at a another clothesline from hell. Reece returns off the opposite ropes, but “The Tiger” catches Reece with a high knee to the center of his chest. Reece drops to the mat like a sack of meshy, soiled potatoes. Crowd is hot. However, the RAGE champion refuses to bask in his glory as jumps on top of Reece and begins to pound him with a series of closed fists. And since there is no disqualification in this bout, Aladdin goes homicidal on that ass. Punch after punch, Aladdin is fucking dat nigga up. “The Tiger” once again scoops up his opponent and sends him into the ropes again. The champ sets up for a flying crossbody, but Reece is ready for him: Somers managed to slow his momentum off the ropes and set up for a crescent kick. His left foot catches Aladdin in the mouth and “The Tiger” is down and he’s hurt. Reece seizes the opportunity and grabs Aladdin by his long black hair and tosses him over the top rope, like you would toss a full, overloaded Glade trash bag into a super-dumpster. Reece then goes through the ropes to the outside where he once again grabs Aladdin by his hair head and slams his face into the barricade. Over the stunned crowd, we can hear an angry Somers shouting the true words of a morality enforcer. Reece Somers: “You sorry son of a bitch! Attack me, will ya?” ”The Tiger” is staggering and in an attempt to swerve the momentum, get the match going in his favor, Aladdin gives the challenger a series of swift elbows to the mid-section, but Reece isn’t stunned enough and uses his raw power to slam Al’s head into the ring. Aladdin drops to his back, and as he falls his long hair creates a visage of a falling febreeze. Reece Somers holds his arms up high above him and the crowd boos. However, that reaction soon becomes a reaction of concern as Reece reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder. But before he can set it up, “The Tiger” makes it to his feet and catches Reece with a nasty roundhouse; “The Tiger’s” right foot landing in Reece’s mouth, sending him to the floor holding his jaw in pain. Aladdin scoops Reece up and throws him back into the squared circle. Aladdin then slides into the ring and stands up looking at the fallen Reece. “The Tiger” pauses to embrace a few cheers and the stomps on Reece’s head repeatedly and we’re beginning to get the feeling that this one has gone beyond the level of personal. The crowd continues to cheer as Aladdin lifts Reece up and delivers an arm wrench and heel kick, once again sending Somers back first to the mat! “The Tiger’s” eyes then wander to the ladder laying horizontally outside the ring and begins to walk towards it. The crowd is now hype and Aladdin goes out to the ladder, folds it up, and slides it into the ring. The champion climbs in after it and then sets it back up right beneath the RAGE championship belt. He then begins the dreaded climb to the top. As the champion gets closer to the top, the crowd gets louder and louder. Reece, hearing the audience, comes to and realizes what is happening. He then jumps to his feet shakes the ladder violently, causing Aladdin to fall a few feet to the mat. He lands on his back and his hair covers the pain on his twisted face. Reece begins to taunt his wounded opponent as he stands over for him, motioning with his arms for Aladdin to get up. And when “The Tiger” finally does decide to make an attempt to his feet, Reece’s foot meets the side of his skull. Crowd isn’t happy. Reece then slowly turns to face the audience and takes a “proper bow”, one that is recognizant of his posh style. The audience hates this shit, all this “proper” behavior, as if he’s better than them. This is Virginia bitch! In an arrogant display of confidence, Reece waits for Aladdin to get up and as Aladdin does, Reece nails a vicious super-kick to his chin and once again, the champion is down on the canvas. The crowd boos as Aladdin clutches his chin in pain. Reece is beginning to smell victory so he grabs Aladdin by the face and throws his head into the back of the ladder, causing it to ricket and clang. “RICKETTY-CLANG! RICKETTY-CLANG!!” goes the ladder. Reece grins as he now has the champion busted open and bleeding from the forehead. He once again looks up and points to the belt hanging high above the ring. Reece starts to climb the ladder, and the crowd makes noise to encourage the champion to shake it the fuck off and make it to his feet. He does. “The Tiger” peers up through bloody eyes and sees Reece getting closer and closer to the title belt. In an amazing display of intestinal fortitude and championship gut, “The Tiger” rushes up the ladder to where Somers is at, grabs his neck, and hits a falling neck breaker off the ladder. Both men land back first on the mat after having falling some 15 to 20 feet. The crowd cheers, but at the same time they are concerned as both men lay motionless on the mat. Aladdin suddenly springboards to his feet and the crowd goes apeshit. He pumps his arm violently and yells, ”COME ON, BITCH!” as he stands over Reece Somers. Aladdin then picks Reece up by his hair, backs him into a corner and Irish whips him right.......SMACK! into the ladder. Reece is down. “The Tiger” then goes to the ladder and sadistically moves it back away from Somers in the opposite direction. The champion begins to climb the ladder and the crowd is wondering why he just doesn’t do for the title belt. Reece Somers isn’t moving, and Aladdin makes it all the way to the top. In a stunning display of bravery and risk, Aladdin stands so that his feet are perched on the very top of the ladder. If he were to fall, it would spell the end of him. Instead, he raises his arms high above his head and jumps off the top to deliver a crushing, flying elbow. Reece opens his eyes and rolls out of the way and CRASH!!! Aladdin lands elbow first into the mat. The crowd lets them have it with an “OOOOOOH!” and the champion is hurt and this looks like the beginning of the end. Somers slowly stands up, holding the part of his skull that kissed the ladder mere moments earlier. Aladdin shows some signs of life by moving his foot. Somers then points to the RAGE championship for the third time and begins his march up the ladder. As he climbs, the crowd grows antsy, but the noise turns to cheers as “The Tiger” makes it to his feet and begins to climb the ladder as well, but on the opposite side of Reece. It’s a race now and may the fastest athlete win. The crowd is getting louder and louder, the anticipation growing, the noise is unbelievable!! Both men are extremely close to the title belt. Who’s it going to be?! Will the champion make it, or will Reece be morally celebrating later on tonight!? Both men are to the top of the ladder and BAM! Two different hands, one on either side of the title, reach the prize at the same time. The crowd is nuts! Who’s it going to be? Reece tries striking Aladdin with his free hand and lands some punches but to no avail. Aladdin does the same but Reece keeps his grip. Both men know that the first one to let go will go home the sorry loser. Left, right, left, right, left, right,left: the punches are becoming more violent from both men. Aladdin uses his swift feet to begin to rock the ladder and it begins to sway violently from side to side. But with Reece being the heavier of the two, when the ladder sways to his direction, it seems to get closer and closer to where it will lose its point if equilibrium. Sway to Aladdin, and then the ladder sways to Reece’s side. Sway to Aladdin’s side, and then to Reece’s and this time it ain’t coming back. The ladder falls to Reece’s side, bring both men and the title belt with it. Reece, Aladdin, and the title belt go flying outside the ring. The ladder hits the ropes with enough momentum that it flips and topples onto of both of them, covering the men, blinding the audience from the one who has the advantage. A referee runs over to examine the carnage and picks the ladder up off of the two. The camera cuts to the opposite side of the ring, just above the canvas. And from the other side, all we see is a bloody brown hand and arm come up from behind the ring holding the RAGE title belt. The crowd goes apeshit once they realize what has happened. DING! DING! DING! Ring Announcer: Winner of the Ladder Match and STILL P2PW RAGE Champion, “The Tiger” Aladdin! Aladdin slowly gets to his feet, holding his back in agony from the fall. He falls back against the barricade, feeling some what dizzy. The fans catch him, making sure he doesn’t fall. Aladdin spread his arms, holding his Rage Title in his hand. He finally catches his breath and takes in the moment, having passed his toughest test to date. Unexpectedly, Reece Somers jumps Aladdin from the side. Upset that he didn’t win, Reece tries to take out Aladdin, but unfortunately for him the Rage Champion fights back. Aladdin unleashes a fury of super fast kicks and punches on Reece. He takes a few steps back and nails a superkick on Reece, who doesn’t quite fall to the ground. Aladdin walks back by about 10 paces and then charges at Reece, nailing a pounce. Reece is flattened on the floor as he crowd love it. Aladdin pops right back up and then looks down on Reece. He shakes his head and then quickly grabs his title belt. Aladdin slides into the ring and props up the ladder. Slowly but surely Aladdin climbs up the ladder, clutching his back and ribs after the match. Finally he reaches the top. Aladdin goes right to the top and stands up. He composes himself and then raises his arms and his title belt high above his head as WE FADE TO BLACK.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:32:24 GMT 1
TRAVELING CLOSE UP on the P2PW Heavyweight Champion, Red Ninja as he walks towards the ring. The audience boo loudly as Red Ninja is alone as the camera is in front of him, with the cameraman walking backwards.
The Champ is shadowboxing as he walks. Demonstrating a fascinating series of chops and short-distance attack kicks for the audience, all-the-while looking directly into the camera.Red Ninja: "Tonight, I'm gonna shut the mouth of the One Man Gorilla Machine up, once and for all!" CUT AWAY TO ANOTHER PART OF THE ENTRANCE where the cameraman is behind E2, following him and he shadowboxes and prepares for the biggest match of his career. A few of E2's fans, who have either purchased or won a set of backstage passes, stand to the side and encourage the challenger as he walks on. However, E2 has blocked out the sound of the fans, and is only listening to the voice that is inside his head.Soul Reaper: "Until you hold the title; until you learn to walk with the Big Boys, you'll always be second-rate!"E2 continues to shadowbox, only now a little bit more violently. The challenger is as focused as he'll ever be.----------------------------------------------------------------------- “Headsprung" blasts over the P.A. system as the crowd erupts into as we see E2 make his way out as the crowds chants gets louder. He walks down the ramp with confidence before sliding into the ring and poses for the fans. E2 flexes his pecs and dances in place as everyone focuses toward the ring entrance.
“Darkness” hits and the cheers become boos as the current P2PW Heavyweight Champion, Red Ninja. emerges from the back with his World Title draped over his shoulder. He makes his way to the ring with his eyes fixated on the One Man Killing Machine. Ninja slides in the ring and struts right up to E2 and holds his belt high in the air. Before the bell sounds Ninja tosses the belt in E2’s face instantly breaking the one man killing machines nose. The champ takes advantage as E2 covers his bloody face.*******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE NO DQ MATCH****** Red Ninja vs. E2 Written by Scream The bell sounds as an official checks on E2. E2 holds his nose as Ninja takes advantage and begins an onslaught of punches and kicks to the challenger. An official again gets in between the two men but Ninja viciously shoves the ref getting a warning. Ninja unleashes a swift kick to E2’s head sending him through the ropes to the floor. E2 hit’s the ground hard and again grabs his nose. Ninja follows E2 out and again begins punching and kicking E2. Ninja grabs E2 by the head, stands him up and slaps his hard across the face. E2’s eyes widen and he bull rushes a surprised Ninja into the ring post. Both men fall from the velocity, Ninja taking the brunt of the attack. E2 rolls into the ring as the official checks on his nose. He takes some gauze and gives it to E2 who shoves it up his nostril. Meanwhile Ninja slowly slides into the ring and takes advantage as E2 tends to his nose. Ninja charges and shoulder tackles the back of E2’s legs sending E2 to the mat. Ninja then charges the turnbuckle, runs up them and moonsaults onto a standing E2. Both men hit the mat and Ninja scoops E2’s leg for a one count. E2 kicks out and grabs a hold of Ninja and quickly body slams him to the mat. He then picks up Ninja and goes for another body slam but Ninja reverses the slam into a small package and gets a two count. E2 looks discouraged and both he and Ninja lock up. E2 bullies Ninja and tosses him to the mat. Ninja gets up and charges E2 who attempts a clothesline. Ninja ducks and hit’s the ropes. On his return he goes for a cross body but E2 catches him and smashes him over his knee. E2 then lifts Ninja up and now he slaps the Champion across the face. The crowd erupts and the two butt heads jawing to one another. Ninja goes for a punch but E2 counters and goes for a haymaker of his own. Ninja ducks and dropkicks E2 in the knee. E2 hit’s the mat and grasps his knee. Ninja then walks over and digs his heel into E2’s nose again opening E2 up. The official quickly warns Ninja as E2 kicks the mat in pain. Ninja again goes on the offensive delivering a series of forearm strikes to the challenger. He then tosses E2 into the ropes and on his return hits his Red on Impact, spear. Instead of going for a cover, he stands E2 up again and whips him into the corner. He quickly follows and goes for another spear but E2 dodges sending Ninja into the ring post. Ninja jams his shoulder into the post and slinks to the floor. An enraged E2 follows and slams Ninja’s face into the steps. He again smashes Ninja’s skull in the steps. E2 then pulls matting away from the floor showing concrete. He picks up Ninja and goes for a choke slam but Ninja counters into a hurricanrana and tosses E2 into the steel barriers. Both men or slow to get up but Ninja is the first to enter the ring. E2 stands up as Ninja sprints across the ring and upon his return corkscrews through the ropes into E2 outside of the ring. Both men hit the floor hard and lay there as the official begins his count. The fans are chanting for E2 but again Ninja is first to his feet. He rolls into the ring and then back out stopping the count. He approaches E2 who grabs Ninja by his tights and tosses him into the steel barriers. E2 stands as blood continues to flow from his nose. He smashes his chest and screams as he begins to pound on Ninja. As the official counts 7, E2 tosses Ninja into the ring and follows. Again, Ninja quickly asserts himself and delivers a drop toehold on E2 dropping E2 to his knees his head and arms dangling on the ropes. Ninja sees his opportunity and goes for his 613. As he swings his legs through the ropes E2 catches Ninja’s legs and continues with Ninja’s momentum and swings him into the ring post violently. Ninja snaps off the post and hit’s the floor outside. He grabs both legs in tremendous pain. Ninja crawls to the announce table as E2 slides out of the ring. E2 goes for Ninja who has the ring bell. As E2 bends over Ninja plows him in the head with the bell. E2 falls back and is out cold. Ninja tosses the bell and attempts to crawl to the ring. The official begins his count unaware of what just went down. Ninja hobbles to the ring steps and slowly climbs still favoring his legs. He enters the ring as the official gets to 6. E2 still laying on the floor stirs as the official hits 7. Ninja watches as the official hits 8. E2 gets his body on the apron at 9 and crawls in before the ref hits 10. Ninja grabs his head as he is beside himself. He hobbles over to E2 and tries to put him in his Canadian Clutch but E2 fights off. Ninja then smashes his elbow on E2’s nose. E2 again wails in pain and grabs his nose as Ninja sinks the Clutch on E2 who is in serious pain. E2 tries to wiggle free but is tired and begins to fade. The ref asks if E2 wants to tap but E2 shakes his head no. As the end looks near E2 with his last bit of energy rolls to his stomach breaking free Ninja’s lock on his legs. Ninja holds on as E2 stands up and then falls to the mat breaking the hold. E2 slowly tries to get to his feet as Ninja attacks with an entourage of punches and kicks. E2 also begins throwing whatever he has left until to two men almost are resting on each other in the ring. Ninja tosses a punch, E2 grabs his arm and hurls him into the ring post. E2 follows and attempts a splash but the quick Ninja slides under E2’s legs and goes for a roll up. Ninja uses the ropes to his advantage and gets a quick 2. E2 gets up and goes for Ninja who again catches him off guard and catches him in a school boy for another 2 count. Both men stand in the center of the ring. E2 tosses a punch and connects sending Ninja to the mat. As E2 goes for Ninja he kicks E2 square on the bridge of the nose. E2 kicks the mat in pain and holds his nose again. Ninja springs off the ropes and attempts a splash but E2 catches him in his Rope-A-Dope. Ninja’s neck flings off the rope and he hit’s the mat. The crowd are on their feet as a weak E2 slowly makes a cover. The ref gets into position as the crowd counts a long. ONE….TWO….THRE…The ref stops as Ninja places his foot on the rope. E2 looks shocked as Ninja got out of his finisher. E2 picks up Ninja and bullies him into the corner. E2 positions Ninja on the top turnbuckle and he to begins to climb. Both men teeter as they try to take advantage. Ninja goes for E2’s nose again but E2 blocks and out of nowhere hit’s a sit down power bomb to the mat. Ninja folds like an accordion and sprawls across the mat. A dazed E2 looks for the champ and crawls over. The ref gets into position as E2 drapes his arm over the Champion. The crowd again counts ONE….TWO…THRE….but again Ninja surprises everyone and kicks out.. E2 places both hands on his head in amazement. Ninja slowly crawls to the far corner. He tries to make it to his feet as E2 charges. Ninja delivers a horrendous roundhouse to E2’s face. E2 staggers back and rubs his nose once again. Then in anger he grasps Ninja by the throat, cocks his arm back and delivers a hard right fist to Ninja’s nose. A crack is heard as Ninja dances in pain. As Ninja returns E2 scoops him up and positions him in Soul Reaper’s Burning Hammer. E2 applies the hold and smashes Ninja to the mat. He goes for the cover as the crowd is deafening. ONE, TWO, THREE!!! DING DING DING, DING DING DING. Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match and NEW P2PW Heavyweight Champion……….. “The One Man Killing Machine” E2! The crowd are going absolutely crazy as their favourite has finally captured the big one, the P2PW Title! The ref goes over to the outside and gets the title belt. He slides back into the ring and hands the belt over to the new champion who is on his knees. E2 stares at the title before clutching it tightly and holding it against his face. He can’t believe it. He’s finally done it. E2 is amazed. The champ, not one to get too emotional, looks as if he’s about to break down. He looks out towards his loving fans and a single tear can be seen going down his face. Ninja slowly rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp with his head down, obviously disappointed. The former champ had a great run but tonight was not his night.Back in the ring E2 is on his feet. He looks out towards the crowd and lifts his newly won title high above his head to a thunderous reaction. The crowd begin to cheer even louder as E2’s two friends and Black Tiger team mates have entered the ring. Aladdin can’t wait any longer and goes upto E2, turns him around and gives him a huge hug. The two of them embrace as champions. They separate, and Aladdin tells E2 “You did it, bro!” E2 nods and smiles. Shinn’s Theory walks up to E2 and the two stand up straight, in a sign of respect. Shinns puts out his hand. E2 looks down at it and pushes it away, instead opting for another hug. Theory pats E2 on the back and says “Congrats, mate. I knew you could do this”. With that said Theory steps back, grabs Aladdin’s arm as well as E2’s arm and raises both of their arms. With their other arms they lift up the P2PW Title in E2’s case and the Rage Title in Aladdin’s case. The show ends with a visual of Black Tiger on top of the world.CREDIT: E2, Aladdin, Scream & Ninja.
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 8, 2007 5:33:52 GMT 1
Promo Ratings and Votes E2’s ratings”The Tiger” Aladdin: What I like the most about your promos, especially when the Rage Title is up for grabs, is your ability to recap and cover everything that leads us up until this point in time. This piece was realistic as I could visualize everything from the firework-filled entrance to you engaging the audience with heartfelt conversation. I like this. I also like the E2/Shinn’s Theory exchange and that little jab at “someone revolutionizing the brand, but then choking and running off.” Life mixed with art, mixed with life. Score: 5.0”The Morality Enforcer” Reece Somers: I always like to sit back with a beer or five and read your promos because they play out like a movie or a television show. Much like the classroom promo where the people were expecting E2 and got Reece instead, you used descriptive narrative so I could literally see all of this unfold in my mind. I also liked how you’ve noticed that the use of alcohol is an important piece of the storyline. You set the scene, tied it into your objective, and ran it down nicely. Good show. Score: 5.0 ----------------------------------------------------- Trent Acid: “The P2PW Resident SuperBitch”, lol. I like how your character stays hardcore, but is able to deliver that comedic punch from time to time. I also know what this match is about, so it’s good to see you get the point of the matter and not waste the reader’s time. And even though the poll was still opened and it looked close, you kept to the storyline well by plugging the Barbed Wire stip. Good job. Score: 4.6Keith Williams: ^I fell to the floor in tears when I read it. I could picture an angry cowboy pause and rewind, pause and rewind, over and over again. I liked the simple setting but most of all enjoyed how your character was not holding it back that he was pissed about losing the title and he is willing to do anything to get it back. This is what I was looking for. Score: 4.8----------------------------------------------------- Snake: Short, sweet, to-the-point, and just downright diabolical. In reality, I’ve have a difficult time trying to picture this “Snake” character and figure out who he is, what he’s all about. But I see here that he’s a cold hearted fuck. Coolio. Score: 4.0Vegeta: I was hoping to see one last outing, but real life is more important. Hope to see you back sometime. Score: N/A------------------------------------------------------ JuncoJunky: This went on a bit longer than I would have preferred, but it was well written nonetheless. The interaction with the commissioner was solid and I like how you plug your opponent’s character. You also keep to good storyline continuing with how you are still green here, but the Internet Title is something you’ve been thinking about. Solid promo. Score 4.3The Fizz: You’re getting better at this and I encourage you to keep coming strong. Again, I like a promo that gets straight to the point, especially from a “heel” character. I dig the color scheme, the use of Summer (as many have forgotten that she is a p2pw commentator), and the fact that you plugged that you were not beaten at Unsanctioned cleanly. Keep it up, girl. Score: 4.4 Soundscream’s ratingsVegeta - 0Snake (3.5) You won so I guess that's a good thing. It was ok, not the best and I know you can do better. Make sure you capitalize your I's. Should be I've not i've. Junco Junky (4.5) Enjoyed your opening. Very detailed, love that. My only flaw is that you didn't talk about your match with The Fizz. Very entertaining none the less. The Fizz (3.5) Nice discussion about your match BUT you need to work on spelling and grammar. Too many mistakes for a ppv promo in my opinion. Trent Acid (4.5) Big Trent Acid fan right here. Nice job, you don't have to write a long promo to get your point across. Nice job. Keith (4.8) Dude, nice job. Awesome details, I could visualize everything. Also, great recap of your last match with Trent. I liked it, I really liked it. Reece (4.7) Man, since you have joined you really have proven that you're a hot commodity. I see awesome things for you here. I got a little confused with the transition between the party and the next day but it was still a solid promo. Aladdin (4.8) Why you haven't had a title mactch yet is beyond me but you deserve it. A little long for my liking but very well written. Nice job. Red Ninja (4.8) I really don't know what to say. Promo's like this show why you are the champ. Nice recap of how you got where you are. Top notch. E2 (4.9) Dude, I loved it. My only complaint is I like it when the segments are broken up a bit, not a giant paragraph. Makes it hard to focus some times. Just an opinion. I just really enjoyed this. It was different from your other promos. Next time you better have a poster of me on that wall....nigga. I had a very hard time scoring promo's for this card. I thought, for the most part, everyone really stepped it up and brought their A-game. All the scorers have different styles they like, different things that they look for. I have a hard time as a scorer sometimes thinking my judgement of a promo cost someone a match. Just wanted to share. Awesome promo's guys. Aladdin’s ratingsThe Fizz - 3.5 (Presentation was better. Length was good. Actual dialogue was slightly better. You really need to proof read your writing. There were so many English errors, that it ruined the flow. Other things you need to work on are, making the promo seem real. As soon as Summer comes in, she asks a question. That doesn't happen. The interviewer has to introduce the interviewee, otherwise no-one knows what's going on. In real life, can you really imagine an interviewer on the BBC going upto a random person on the street and asking the person a question without telling them what they're talking about, who they are, or if they're interested? It doesn't make sense. One other thing was that when you make a point, you need to justify it properly and then bring it back to the point, just to make things clear. You said Junco was a minority and then rambled on about something that didn't really qualify him as being a minority. Think about this stuff. You're getting better. I'd really like to see a big improvement for your next match. PM me before you write it. I'll try and help out.) JuncoJunky - 4.2 (I know you're a great writer and all. I love your style and the way you write, just this promo seemed to drag on a bit, and really wasn't to the point. You need to focus on the actual match a bit more. This felt more like a segment in a show, than a match promo. I know you had little to work with, but you could have made some stuff up or something. You're a great writer, just get the content sorted, and you'll be set.) Snake - 3.5 (It was okay, man. Nothing spectacular. The dialogue was better than usual and you brought up some stuff that no-one else knew about (the tattoo thing), so there's some character development. Nothing really stood out, which is why you get a 3.5. I know you can do better.) "The Tiger" Vegeta - 0.0 (No worries.) Trent Acid - 4.5 (It was good and nicely written. The announcement thing was interesting and i could really see this hapenning. It seemed like a promo that you see on TV, and it gave the match extra heat. Good job.) Keith Williams - 4.6 (Excellent promo, dude. The beginning was a nice showcase of your skills. The dialogue was great. You ran down Trent acid nicely.) E2 - 4.9 (Excellent, man. You're on a roll, dude. Your promos have been outstanding as of late. Simply outstanding. As i read the beginning of each section, i wondered where you were going with it, which is what i should be thinking, and then at the end everything is resolved. I'm left satisfied, I don't have any questions that need to be answered. It's excellent. The beginning was a nice way of recapping your career, and the end focused on your match. The throwing away of the beer bottle was some nice continuity. Good job, champ.) Red Ninja - 4.8 (You have been an excellent champ, Ninja. You really have. You are the champion of champions in P2PW. You produced an excellent promo, man, despite votes being against you. The beginning was awesome, with the recap. Soon after that, i had trouble getting into it, because there were a few English errors, but soon it was your usual great stuff. Your dialogue is incredible. Good job. ) Voting PointsThe Fizz: 0.4 JuncoJunky: 0.5 Snake: 0.2 "The Tiger" Vegeta: 0.7 Keith Williams: 0.3 Trent Acid: 0.5 Reece Somers: N/A "The Tiger" Aladdin: N/A E2: 0.7 Red Ninja: 0.2 Match Stats ******SINGLES MATCH****** “The Tiger” Vegeta vs. Snake Snake - 3.667 promo points + 0.2 voting points = 3.867 "The Tiger" Vegeta - 0.0 promo points + 0.7 voting points = 0.7******2 OUT OF 3 FALLS MATCH****** JuncoJunky vs. The Fizz JuncoJunky - 4.333 promo points + 0.5 voting points = 4.833 The Fizz - 3.8 promo points + 0.4 voting points = 4.2*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH****** Trent Acid vs. Keith Williams Keith Williams - 4.733 promo points + 0.3 voting points = 5.033 "The Tiger" Vegeta - 4.533 promo points + 0.5 voting points = 5.033*******P2PW RAGE TITLE LADDER MATCH****** “The Tiger” Aladdin vs. Reece Somers "The Tiger" Aladdin - 4.9 promo points = 4.9 "The Tiger" Vegeta - 4.85 promo points = 4.85 *******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE NO DQ MATCH****** Red Ninja vs. E2 E2 - 4.9 promo points + 0.7 voting points = 5.6 Red Ninja - 4.8 promo points + 0.2 voting points = 5.0
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Post by Keith Williams on Jan 8, 2007 6:01:06 GMT 1
Congrats to all the winners at Payback. Especially to our new World Champion E2. First promoted to Global Mod and now a world champion. You have come far since I first came onto the scene. Just remember that I am the one that beat you for your internet title, and now that I don't have to defend that belt at the next ppv, I am looking to add another belt of yours to my collection, that is if the fans of P2P deem me worthy of being in the number one contenders match 2 weeks from now.
Enjoyed the write up of my match. was surprised at the outcome. If only one extra person had voted for me, I would have been a two time internet champ. But oh well, on to bigger and better things for the resident P2P redneck..
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Post by RAGE on Jan 8, 2007 12:44:20 GMT 1
Great show. Congrats to all the winners.
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Post by Cactus on Jan 8, 2007 18:22:38 GMT 1
excellent show
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Post by Red Ninja on Jan 8, 2007 18:34:12 GMT 1
P2PW.com EXCLUSIVE:
Red Ninja is sitting in a lockeroom following his defeat at the hands of E2. Ninja has a white towel over his head and is n a slump. He straightens up than pulls the towel off his head.
Red Ninja:It's over, after almost a year of running TNT with an iron fist it's over. As much as I wanted to tell myself it wouldn't end, I had a feeling that someday, someway and somehow there was going to be that one guy who would take me down. That thought was what kept me on the top of my game, I pushed myself to be better than ever based on that one brief period of self doubt. E2 tonight you acheived your destiny, you defeated me and you took my greatest bragging right. I owe you a sheer showing of respect now Elijah, you proved yourself in my eyes tonight.
Now that the belts gone from me. I have a new path, I have to now work my way up to possibly get another shot at any championship. But this time things are going to be alot different, people aren't going to look at me as that underated mid card wrestler, now I've proven that Red Ninja is the new way in this company. TNT I may have lost the belt, but Im far from done. See I've got this plan, I have this vision, and I think that if I do this one thing, Im going to cause the biggest ruckus in P2PW's history. What is this thing, what is this master plan, you'll have to wait for it. But I can guarantee that it's going to shake the foundation. And that's a promise from me. I may not have the belt, but I still got the fire and the drive to make life a living hell for lots of people around here. I may have been defeated physically, but mentally Im going to be as strong as ever.
Scene ends.
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 8, 2007 19:31:31 GMT 1
"THE CHAMP IZ HERE!!!!......THE CHAMPS IZ HERE!!!!"
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Jan 8, 2007 19:59:37 GMT 1
Great stuff... nice work Elijah, I want my title match.
Junco, that was impressive, but what you did tonight is gonna be saintly compared to what I'm gonna do to you.
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 8, 2007 20:13:12 GMT 1
"I shook up the world!! I SHOOK UP THE WORLD!!! AND I'm PRETTY!! IMMA BAD MAN!!!
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Post by The Executioner on Jan 10, 2007 21:59:54 GMT 1
this black tiger thing sounds cool. ;D
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 10, 2007 22:14:44 GMT 1
Naturally. ;D
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 10, 2007 22:16:43 GMT 1
The other option was "NiggerKat"
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Jan 10, 2007 22:21:22 GMT 1
How about Elijadin??
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 10, 2007 22:25:14 GMT 1
How about, "NoMuthafucka" ??
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 10, 2007 22:45:05 GMT 1
I like that one!
And it would be Alijah.
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 10, 2007 22:48:13 GMT 1
DerkaDerkaNiggerPants??
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Post by Aladdin on Jan 10, 2007 23:19:57 GMT 1
Damn! Shame we didn't think of that one before.
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