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Post by Aladdin on Mar 28, 2007 19:52:20 GMT 1
^I agree. There's a difference between this and work. If we were getting paid for this, or if this was going to contribute to our grades then i'm sure everyone would have promoed before the deadline. But we're not. Hence why I've been leniant about deadlines in the past. Everyone tries to get things done on time, but sometimes stuff gets in the way. I've been busy, and it would have been very difficult for me to get a promo done. I've started mine and thought it through, just need to get it done.
In my time here, i've missed one promo before, and that was due to confusion of the time differences. I even finished the promo and posted it for everyone to see. So, i'd appreciate it if i were to get just a day or two, to get this one finished.
EDIT: Oh, and i don't see how it's unfair to the people who have already promoed. They've got their's done. What else do they want?
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Post by The Executioner on Mar 28, 2007 21:17:35 GMT 1
I'm just excited to see reaper go at some tnt boys. ;D ....ya i'm talkin e2.
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Post by Scream on Mar 28, 2007 22:27:56 GMT 1
Listen...I can see everyone's point here. BUT---I think a week deadline is fair. There has been so much bitching in the past about people getting their promo's in late. I do see the point on someone who rushes to get their promo in...it isn't that great but they rush and then there is an extension and whatever.
I'm giving an extension and that's it. If promo's aren't in by tonight 8PM tough cookies. Personally I agree with E2 on this one and don't think there should be one so those who haven't promo'd better get their promo's in.
And Cactus don't worry my promo is done.
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Mar 28, 2007 23:02:24 GMT 1
8 Eastern?
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Post by Your Morality Enforcer on Mar 28, 2007 23:05:05 GMT 1
The only advantage it really gives those getting the extension is if they had been writing steadily for the last few days and this gives them the time to produce something tied up and polished. However, the theme of workloads etc seems to be common, so I highly doubt that's the case.
Show looks good, hopefully the extension will allow guys to get their promos in.
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Post by brockandsable on Mar 28, 2007 23:24:40 GMT 1
You're all SLACKERS! ;D
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Mar 28, 2007 23:26:50 GMT 1
So where are we supposed to post rp's?
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Post by brockandsable on Mar 28, 2007 23:29:23 GMT 1
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Mar 29, 2007 0:20:50 GMT 1
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Post by brockandsable on Mar 29, 2007 0:25:23 GMT 1
He's speaking to you in homo code. He's saying he wants to get in your butt.
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Post by brockandsable on Mar 29, 2007 0:56:58 GMT 1
Look all the people logged on rushing to beat the deadline. Gold. ;D
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Post by Reaper on Mar 29, 2007 0:58:04 GMT 1
I'm not bothered by the deadline at all... I have the keys....
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Mar 29, 2007 1:03:56 GMT 1
Masha'Allah, just made it.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 29, 2007 1:04:16 GMT 1
yes but the question is... Did Al?
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Post by Aladdin on Mar 29, 2007 1:04:37 GMT 1
PC was being slow. Took ages to get to the right window open. Accept the promo if you want.
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Mar 29, 2007 1:33:59 GMT 1
Shit it locked on me?? FUCK....
Oh well, I PMed my promo to Scream, it's up to you guys on using it....
Damn.
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Post by Keith Williams on Mar 29, 2007 1:50:16 GMT 1
Nothing against Trent, but I think Al's should be allowed. Screams post locking the threat was at 8:02 and Al's promo was also at 8:02. Scream might have been half a second quicker on the post reply button then Al.
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Post by Spackle on Mar 29, 2007 2:19:59 GMT 1
I don't expect this to count, but I finished it and fuck if I'm not going to post it.
(The scene opens on a large, busy production room, completely filled with people running around, most carrying clipboards and wearing head sets. No one seems to be doing anything of importance, despite the loud chatter and constant movement. The camera looks around for an unidentified person, but it soon becomes clear when a voice rings out.)
Spackle: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(Everyone stops their scurrying, shuts the fuck up, and turns in the direction of Spackle’s disembodied voice. The camera follows suit, and finds him at the far end of the production room, sitting in a directors chair that rightfully says “Director” on the back. A peon touches his shoulder and makes him aware of the camera on the back of his head. He turns and looks at the camera, and as always, he’s wearing his fake sunglasses. He looks at the peon.)
Spackle: What’s this camera doing here? Get it on the actors!
Peon: S-sir? I believe it’s here for your wrestling thing.
(Spackle takes off his sunglasses and looks the peon in the face. He then hops in his chair so he’s facing him head on.)
Spackle: What.
Peon: Yo-your wrestling show, sir.
(Spackle looks at the ceiling and scratches his chin.)
Spackle: Wrestling… I haven’t heard about that in months. I just assumed the company folded. What was it called again?
Peon: P-p2pw, sir.
Spackle: Wow… that brings back memories.
Peon: S-sir? You were just there a week ago.
Spackle: What?
Peon: You beat some people up with a chair, I think.
(Spackle thinks for a minute.)
Spackle: How much many rolls have I done in the last week?
(The peon looks at a clipboard he’s holding)
Peon: N-none, sir. Y-you have taken 25 and half sheets of acid, though.
(Spackle looks at the man, wide-eyed.)
Spackle: Holy shit. HO-LEE-FUCKING-SHIT. I finally did it!
Peon: S-sir?
Spackle: I’ve transcended fucking time!
(The peon looks at him queerly. (Strange queer, not gay queer.))
Spackle: Don’t look at me like that, peon.
Peon: S-sorry, sir.
Spackle: It’s all coming back to me now. I was a wrestler… I was about to win the world championship from some schmuck… and then I… hit Ninny? That can’t be right…
Peon: Y-yes, sir, you hit Mr. Horror with a chair.
Spackle: And then I quit wrestling, and became a director.
Peon: N-no sir, you still wrestle, you’re just directing part of Mr. Horror’s promotional video. He let you, remember?
Spackle: No.
(Peon points off camera. Spackle and the camera both turn to see a studio set, filled with beautiful, lavish ancient Grecian terraces, concubines and eunuchs.)
Spackle: Huh.
(At that moment, a man comes running up holding a tape.)
Man: Spackle, I…
Spackle: You’ve brought me a tape which contains the statements of Scream and whats-his-face regarding the upcoming match they have with Ninny and I, right?
(The man stares at Spackle.)
Spackle: I’ve transcended time.
Man: O…k… did you want the tape.
(Spackle takes the tape, throws it on the ground, and hops in his chair. The chair lands on the tape, crushing it.)
Spackle: I know what they say, I know what they think, and it has absolutely no relevance to anything I’d ever consider caring about.
(The man looks at Spackle queerly and walks off. Spackle looks at the camera.)
Spackle: Scream is a fucking thief, a fucking cheat, a bottom-feeding, cock-sucking, worthless sack of nothing who gets by riding on other people’s backs. And, apparently, he’s now a major in psychology on top of his already impressive resume. I mean he must be, cause he made me discover all these feelings I’ve been hiding about Ninny, and my eventual rise to the top.
(Spackle pauses.)
Spackle: Or he could be a fucking twit who thinks he knows the inner workings of a mind as *ahem* “complex” as mine. Scream, I know you think I’m an idiot, and to an extent that’s true. But did you really feel that I’d care what you think about me? I’ve won championships, I’ve lost championships, I’ve killed a few people, and I’ve fucked a few more. My mind is hanging on by a single thread, which is slowly being burnt away by years of constant drug abuse. I’ve fought with Ninny, to the point where we both walked away with a new scar, and I made up with him the next day. I don’t care if Ninny gets mad at me, or even attacks me. I’ve dealt with that before, and I have no doubt I’ll deal with it again. But me and Ninny will continue to kick shit heads like you out of the way. Because we’re better then you. That, my friend, is, was and always will be.
(Spackle coughs up some phlegm and spits it off camera.)
Spackle: And whos-its, I’ve beaten you going on 17 times now. That’s one reason why I’m #1 contender and you’re not. I’ve wrestled and beaten people, gotten my mouth shat in, and simply smiled and spat it back out into everyone’s face. And you’ve been the personal salad-tosser for Scream. That’s another. Countless reasons like this are why I’m up here, and you’re so far down you couldn’t tell if its raining or if I’m just shaving my sack. Don’t feel to bad, though. In a way you’ve already won a world championship twice, it’s just under Scream’s name. Probably because no one could remember yours.
(Spackle puts his sunglasses back on and hops in his chair so he’s facing the set. On his final hop however, the chair breaks and he falls to the floor.)
Spackle: Ow.
Peon: A-are you okay sir?
Spackle: Of course. I’ve transcended pain. Now go get me another chair and a bottle of codeine, Peon. If my mouth isn’t foaming by 8, I’m going to stab a hole in someone’s neck and fuck it. CHOP CHOP!
(Peon runs off, and the camera goes black on the horizontal Spackle.)
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Post by Keith Williams on Mar 29, 2007 2:35:12 GMT 1
It may not be allowed but it was funny. especially the part where Spackle declared that he had transcended time. Had me laughing out loud..
But on a serious note. I am gonna have to bring something to the boards attention. Scream officially announced a change in the cut off day around 5 this evening. Fizz last posted around noon. Should she be penalized because of it? She thought that the thread was locked so she didn't bother to sign on later in the day to find out that she had more time. I think if she knew she had till 8 tonight instead of the previous post she made, she would had done a promo.
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Post by brockandsable on Mar 29, 2007 13:52:23 GMT 1
Forget her, just worry about me murdering you.
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Post by Aladdin on Mar 29, 2007 16:50:52 GMT 1
Okay, I've done the Fusion stats. I'll keep that updated.
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Mar 29, 2007 20:12:40 GMT 1
I can't look or do promos on this forum in college because this site is blocked which makes things even worse for myself.
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Post by Aladdin on Mar 29, 2007 21:23:30 GMT 1
Then. Write them up on word at college and post them at home. Simple.
And Trent, post your promo in here, if ya can. I want to read it!
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Mar 30, 2007 7:39:31 GMT 1
MY MISSED PROMO The arena turns a pitch black as Zeroin shows a boxing/wrestling ring in the middle of a foggy wearhouse in Downtown. The ring mat is dirtied with years of blood, sweat, and tears; and bathed clean in the symbolism of anguish, heartache, pain and desire.
This is where the fire is fueled.
Cage's 'Blood Boy' instrumental plays in the backgroundTrent (poetic): This is where an angry youth, channeled everything he knew, challenged himself everyday, as all his mentors fade away, one remains I with the chance to redeem a dream, make everyone proud with the title to be, I burn with rage that is fueled by envy the hatred burns on as the desire envelops me to do anything either heroic or deplorable to achieve my destiny as prophecized by the oracles of fate so I'm here focused in I concentrate hone my skills for the time has come...... for the time has come. The Zeroin cuts into static and fades, and lights come back on and Trent is standing in the middle of the ring. The crowd shows mixed emotions at his sudden appearance.Trent: GOOOOOOD Morning Charlotte!!! Crowd cheers.Trent: I didn't mean you guys I meant Charlotte, my tour guide from last night. Crowd mixes boos and laughs.Trent: Now, on to business. Aladdin, Elijah, it's a shame we're on opposite sides, as you two are holding my destiny in your hands. My time has come, and your time....is......over. Gentlemen, tonight Aladdin, I will become the Rage Champ, and at WrestleFever Elijah, if your still the champ, I will become the World Heavyweight Champion. Oh, and Keith Williams, if you pull one out of your ass and beat Elijah tonight, that will make the prophecy that much easier. Crowd gives an astonished reaction.Trent: Everybody in the crowd, at home watching on TV, in the locker room and around the world. It is time to take notice, as tonight I will start writing a new chapter in the history of P2PW. We have seen many great champions, but tonight begins the road of the greatest champion this great sport of wrestling has ever seen. There will be no second guessing, no controversies, and no bullshit excuses. There will be a new champion, a new face of P2PW, and that new face will be none other than me, Trent Acid! Trent: Aladdin, now, we've been here at P2PW for some time and for whatever reason we never wrestled each other.... we never teamed up, we never even so much as acknowledged each other in the locker room or on the tour bus. I'm honestly amazed. I'm amazed that this didn't happen sooner, because the polls said it all, the polls wanted this. A Dream Match, with a title in the balance, and a shot at Elijah's precious World Heavyweight Title on the line. Opportunity, incentive, dream, achievement... I hold the cards gentlemen, and because of my goals, I have worked my way up the P2PW ladder and made a name for myself, a name that is synonymous with P2PW, a name that wrestling fans the world over recognize, and a name that P2PW has overlooked on a few occasions. So, with that said, I have everything to gain in this opportunity. And tonight, I will begin the story of the year with a win over Aladdin and becoming the Rage Champion, the championship built on the most competitive of skills. And both myself and Aladdin will be forever entrenched in P2PW lore. Aladdin, here's some food for thought, say you happen to beat me tonight and go on meet Elijah at Fever, what happens to your esteemed partnership known as Black Tiger? Friendships are left in the lockers when World Titles are at stake, and often end when that piece of gold around Elijah's waste is involved. Either way, I don't think that's something you have to think about, as I will be the one face Elijah. Not you. Think about it, Al. But pretty soon, it’ll be all null and void. As my time as finally come, and here tonight, you will see me in all of my rage. ‘Tres Leches’ hits and Trent walks out.END PROMO
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Mar 30, 2007 7:40:34 GMT 1
I would have made it longer....but it seemed so good at that point, I didn't feel it needed to be....now as it is posted, it looks far too short....
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