FUSION RESULTS

[Scream]

The Road To WrestleFever 3: Show 3

Live from the Georgia Dome,Atlanta Georgia

The lights in the arena slowly dim, as the announcer stands in the ring.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this bout is scheduled for one fall and is for...THE RAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd roar in approval as “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot explodes from the P.A. They all look towards the stage in anticipation of Cactus’ entrance into the arena. As the song plays on and no sign of Cactus, the crowd begin to murmur. The song eventually stops and the chatter of the audience reverberates around the arena.

The camera cuts backstage and loud, angry shouting is heard. Suddenly Aladdin is flung into view. He lands heavily on the concrete. Cactus walks into shot, carrying a barbed wired baseball bat and a smile carrying evil intent. He kicks Aladdin in the ribs and starts yelling.

Cactus: C’mon, “champ”! Get up off your ass! Show ME what you’ve got!!

Cactus takes aim with the bat and brings it down with sickening force on the back of Aladdin. The barbed wire rips away chunks of Aladdin’s shirt, revealing freshly lacerated skin. Referees and officials are trying to stop Cactus. He lowers the bat and looks like he’s about to comply, when without warning he starts swinging wildly with the bat. BANG! One official goes down. Then another. Then another. The remaining officials back off and try to reason with Cactus from afar. He pays them no mind and goes back to Aladdin. He grabs Aladdin by the hair and pulls his head up. Cactus starts to rake Aladdin’s forehead with the barbed wire. Sure enough, blood begins to seep from between the lines of ripped flesh. The match hasn’t even begun and the Rage champion is in serious trouble. Cactus lets Aladdin go, and he slumps face first on the concrete floor. Small pools of blood begin to form. The light grey colour of the concrete makes them appear dark and viscous. A referee, tentatively approaches Cactus.

Referee: Get him in the ring, Cactus! You can’t win it here! Get in the goddamn ring!

Cactus nods his head, then hits the referee with the bat. Cactus stands tall, his 6ft 7 inch frame towering above the carnage that lies at his feet. Four officials, three of them bleeding and one bloody and battered Rage champion. Cactus rests the bat on his shoulder and grabs a hold of Aladdin. He drags Aladdin to his feet and pulls him towards the stage entrance. The camera cuts back into the arena and focuses on the stage entrance. Aladdin comes flying through the curtain, with Cactus in hot pursuit. Aladdin slowly tries to get to his feet, but is met with another heavy kick to the ribs. Aladdin sinks to the floor. Cactus is yelling at him to get up as the crowd boos intensely. Aladdin slowly begins to crawl, as Cactus walks behind him, arms raised aloft in victory.

Cactus: See your Rage champion?! See what I did to him? See how easy it was?!

Aladdin slowly crawls to the ring, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Cactus kneels down, and runs his fingers through the blood. He stands up and grins as he wipes Aladdin’s blood across his face. Cactus goes back to finish the job. He brings Aladdin to his feet and starts dragging him to the ring. Aladdin stumbles, but manages to stay upright until Cactus throws him into the ring. Aladdin rolls into the centre and lies on his back, his bloodied face staring distantly at the lights above. Cactus tosses the bat into the ring and motions for a referee to come out, so the match can officially get under way. A man in stripes runs through the curtains and heads to the ring. Cactus steps into the squared circle and berates Aladdin, delivering stomps to Aladdin’s prone body. The referee slides into the ring and checks on Aladdin. He asks him if he can continue. Aladdin nods his head. The referee calls for the bell and the match for the Rage championship has now begun.

********RAGE CHAMPIONSHIP*********
ALADDIN
VS
CACTUS

(written by Rage)

Cactus grabs a handful of Aladdin’s long, black hair and brings him to his feet. He delivers a stiff forearm to Aladdin’s jaw, who crumples and falls back down from the blow. Cactus picks Aladdin up again, hooks his arms and delivers a Double Arm DDT. Aladdin’s head crashes into the mat. This one looks over and it has only just begun. Cactus rolls Aladdin over and goes for the pin. 1-2…Cactus lifts Aladdin’s shoulder off the mat. Cactus smiles sickly and shakes his head.

Cactus: No. Not yet.

He gets to his feet, bringing Aladdin up with him. He lowers Aladdin’s head, grabs him by the back of his black and orange tights and performs a perfect quick pulling piledriver. Aladdin’s body jolts in the air slightly from the force, before hitting the mat once more. Cactus is quick to his feet. He picks up Aladdin and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Cactus quickly follows with a thunderous clothesline. Aladdin buckles from the blow and slumps to the mat, perched against the corner. Cactus takes a few steps away, eyes up his prey, and then steams in delivering a running knee to the side of Aladdin’s head. He walks away, holding his hand aloft as he hurls insults at the crowd. Once again, the referee checks on Aladdin. Although his eyes are glazed, Aladdin says he’s okay to continue. Cactus, with the momentum completely with him, quickly pulls Aladdin to his feet, lowers his head and hooks his arms around Aladdin’s mid-riff. He lifts him up and delivers the Jack Off!! Aladdin hits the turnbuckle with devastating force. His prone body lies on the mat. He is out! Cactus looks up and smiles. Then he starts to walk away from Aladdin. He’s not going for the pin?! Cactus goes to his back pocket and pulls something out. It’s a magazine. Cactus climbs the opposite turnbuckle and sits down and starts to read his magazine. The crowd can’t believe it. And what magazine is this psychotic bastard reading? Guns N Ammo? Playboy? No, Origami for Beginners! He peers up from his magazine and sees Aladdin stirring. He smiles and turns the page. Aladdin, with what strength he has left turns around onto his front. He places both hands on the mat and tries to get up. Cactus tosses the magazine aside and jumps down from the turnbuckle and approaches Aladdin. The referee steps in between Cactus and Aladdin. But Cactus pushes him out of the way. He grabs hold of Aladdin and slowly, intently brings him to his feet. Aladdin falls back down to his knees. Cactus cackles wildly but his laugh turns into a yelp as Aladdin, with what energy he has left, gives Cactus a low blow. Cactus crumples to the mat with a whimper, clutching himself. Aladdin stays on his knees, staring at Cactus with cloudy eyes. Cactus, still holding himself tries to crawl away as Aladdin slowly begins to come around from the brutal assault.

Slowly both men with the help of the ropes, begin to get to their feet. Cactus’ face is contorted with the pain. Aladdin staggers up, motioning at Cactus to come on. Cactus looks at Aladdin in amazement. Aladdin staggers around the ring, the ropes managing to hold him up. Cactus visibly winces and stands up, motioning towards the Rage champion. He runs towards Aladdin, but out of what must be reflexes, Aladdin lowers his head and backdrops Cactus over the top rope. Cactus lands on the concrete floor with a sickening thud, as Aladdin once again falls to his knees from exhaustion. He rips the ragged remains of his t-shirt from himself and uses it to wipe the blood from his face, before tossing it out of the ring. His chest rises rapidly as he fights to catch his breath. Cactus grabs hold of the ring apron as he tries to pull himself back in. Aladdin glances at him before punching him, sending Cactus back to the floor outside the ring. The referee begins to count Cactus. Aladdin rolls out of the ring so the referee will restart the count. He moves his hair out of his face and stands unsteadily as he looks at the cheering crowd. He grabs hold of Cactus by the neck and brings him to his feet. Aladdin grabs hold of his arm and Irish whips him into the steel steps. Cactus hits the steps violently with his knees and goes head first over the steps and back onto the floor. The referee is telling Aladdin to bring Cactus into the ring. Aladdin wipes the blood from his face and flicks it in the referee’s direction, as he uses the ring apron to walk around to where Cactus’ prone body is lying. Aladdin rolls quickly in and out of the ring to break the count. After he rolls out, he pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He looks across to Cactus and then looks up at the crowd. Aladdin starts to run across the ring apron and jumps off. He flips his body and hits Cactus dead on the chest with a Swanton Bomb. Both men lay on the protective mats outside the ring as the crowd loudly cheer their approval.

After a few seconds, Aladdin begins to stir and slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Cactus up and weakly rolls him into the ring, quickly following behind as he breaks the referee’s count. Aladdin quickly rolls Cactus’ body over onto his back and goes for the cover. 1-2…Cactus gets a shoulder up. Aladdin gets back onto his feet, bringing Cactus with him. He grabs hold of Cactus and signals for a Side Effect. Cactus crashes to the mat with the force of the move. Aladdin rises and heads to the turnbuckle. Slowly he climbs up, as Cactus tries to blink away the cobwebs. Aladdin sizes up Cactus, then leaps up for a Shooting Star Press. With what little alertness he has left, Cactus brings up his knees and Aladdin hits them full force. As he lands on the mat, Aladdin’s body goes into spasm and he clutches his stomach. Cactus rolls flat onto his front and looks up at Aladdin. He allows himself a little twisted smile. Cactus slowly clambers to his feet and reaches down to bring Aladdin up. Cactus rears back and delivers a right to the jaw of Aladdin. Aladdin’s head is thrown back but he comes back with one of his own. The two stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring trading rights. Aladdin throws another but Cactus blocks it. He lands a right once again on Aladdin’s jaw. And another. And another. Aladdin’s head rocks back from each blow. Cactus throws another. Aladdin manages to duck. The force behind the intended blow spins Cactus around. Aladdin hooks Cactus from behind and gets him with a German Suplex. Cactus’ head bounces off the mat as Aladdin releases his hold and gets back to his feet, straight back onto Cactus. Aladdin drags Cactus up, gives him a few punches to his face, pushing him back into the ropes. He grabs hold of Cactus and Irish whips him into the opposite ropes. Cactus bounces off and come back at Aladdin, who delivers a thunderous spinbuster! Aladdin bounces back up and roars at the ravenous crowd. He signals for the Extinction. He picks Cactus up, but Cactus blocks it. He brings a knee to Aladdin’s gut and hooks his arms to deliver another double arm DDT! He clambers across to make the cover. 1-2…Aladdin gets a shoulder up. Cactus turns away in disgust but then spies the baseball bat. His sneer turns into a look of demented joy. He crawls across the ring and grabs hold of the bat. He gets to his feet and hits the mat three time with the bat. He primes the bat ready as if he’s about to hit a home run and Aladdin, dazed gets to his feet. Cactus runs at Aladdin with the bat and takes an almighty swing. Aladdin ducks the bat, runs against the opposite ropes and comes back with the Pounce! Cactus’ body buckles in half from the force of the blow. Aladdin picks him up and quickly sets him up for the Extinction. He holds him…holds him…holds him and then brings him down onto the mat, hard. The ring shakes from the contact. Aladdin rolls over on top of Cactus. The referee slides in for the count…1-2…..3!

WINNER: ALADDIN
AL: 4.9
CACTUS: 0

“What You Know” by T.I. explodes from the speakers and the crowd are on their feet in applause. Aladdin is unable to get off Cactus from the exhaustion, until the referee helps him to his feet. Aladdin shakes the referee off and stands wearily, battered but victorious over Cactus’ still body. The referee hands the Rage title to Aladdin, who holds it high as the crowd cheer on.

Aladdin holds his title up high on the air, still in obvious pain, clutching his mid-section. He tries to shake away the pain and compose himself. He holds the Rage Title belt to the side and stares into it as if he were in a trance. He drops his head and then lowers his arm. He signals for a mic, which is immediately thrown to him. He drapes the title belt over his shoulder and starts to talk.

Aladdin: I hear that there's a GM standing in for Micko today. Apparently Micko gave that person the job for the day as a way of saying thank you. Well, I've got to say thanks to whoever this person is for giving me the chance to exact some revenge for my cousin Vegeta. Don't wound what you can't kill, Cactus. You wounded a tiger, I killed a wolf. But back to the point. Thank you, Mr. Secret GM. I hear that you also have a special announcement to make, so why don't you come on down and make it, and let me shake your hand for the outstanding card you put together. I want to see who you are. I'm sure these fans want to see who you are, don't you?

The fans all cheer in unison.

Aladdin: Come on out here!

Aladdin lowers the mic and looks towards the curtain, as do the fans, waiting for someone to come out. They wait and wait and wait, but no-one comes out. Aladdin grows impatient.

Aladdin: Come on! What have you got to hide? I won't bite.

Aladdin waits for a bit longer, but nothing.

Aladdin: Fine. Stay in the back.

Aladdin seems to be some what annoyed, but then all of a sudden something comes over him.

Aladdin: Oh, wait one second. I know who it is. It's pretty damn obvious actually, well kinda. Let me share my knowledge. The honourary GM for tonight's Fusion is...............me!

The crowd seem a bit surprised. Some of them laugh, and some of the cheer.

Aladdin: Yeah, it's me. Thought I'd just lead you on for a bit though. So, why am i GM? Well, i have an announcement to make, which is some what important. Let me share it with you first. This Sunday on the grandest stage of them all, in front of millions of viewers all around the world, at WrestleFever 3, I will wrestle in my......

Aladdin drags out his sentence, finding it some what hard to say the last few words. He drops his head and leans over the ropes.

Aladdin:..........retirement match.

The crowd are stunned. Dead silent.

Aladdin: Micko granted me the GM position for the day as a thanks for my contribution to the fed.

The crowd don't know what to do. Whispering can heard amongst them. "Why is he leaving?" "Please don't go!".

Aladdin: I suppose I owe you an explanation. Well, I've come to a point in my life where I want to do other things. I want to explore other options while I'm still young. This place, as much as I love it, is not what it used to be. I would love to stay and face the likes of Shinn's Theory, Stare, Nation, UKG and others, but they're no longer around, and I feel like i have nothing more to prove without them being around. There are a few who i'd have loved to face, and if i could i would at WrestleFever 3, but I know that's not a possibility. Scream, RAGE, NIN, Spackle, Keith Williams and a few others, but WrestleFever is the right place for me to leave. I don't want to prolong my stay. I don't want to just be treading water. I've always been moving up but now there is only one thing left for me to do. There is one thing that has been kept away from me for too long. The big one. Now, last week I won a shot at the P2PW Title, and I will be cashing in my shot against the winner of tonight's main event at WrestleFever 3. I will end my career on top, and prove that I AM the best wrestler to ever step foot in a P2PW ring. And, Reaper, you are the one person who i've wanted to face ever since i debuted. We all know it's going to be you who gets his hand raised at the end of the night, so I will see you in the main event this Sunday, and cut your title celebrations short.

The crowd, although upset, are cheering every word Aladdin says.

Aladdin: And one last thing. I've held this belt for over a year now, and i've brought it prestige and honour. I don't need this anymore. But, know this, whoever next happens to wind up with this title around their waste, know that you have enormous shoes to fill and you never beat me.

With that said Aladdin takes the title off his shoulder, kisses it and raises up in the air for the last time, before laying it perfectly in the middle of the ring. He looks out towards the sell out crowd who are cheering his name "Aladdin! Aladdin! Aladdin!" as he exits the ring and makes his way to the back.

[Scream]

The Zeroin opens up to display Micko's office. Micko is happily drinking his cup of coffee. He leans back as the secretary buzzes his phone.

Micko:Hello Stacy. What did ya want from your boss?

Gagging sounds are heard from the other end.

Micko:You sound like Stare after i suspended him last week.


whispers are heard before she responds more clearly.

Stacy:Micko, Stare is here to see you as requested.

Stare walks into the office. He's sporting a janitor's jacket that reads Stare in red letters.

Stare:What is the meaning of this Micko? Why am I the king of kings wearing this tacky jacket?

Micko grins as he walks over and adjusts Stare coller. He snickers for a moment looking at Stare. Stare begins to get a little aggitated so Mick moves on to the reason. Micko walks over to his desk and removes a toilet brush.

Stare:Ha Ha HA! Mick your too much. but seriously what stupid duties do you think you making me do?

Micko:Think? I never had to think about this at all. You see last week when I suspended you. I also told you i'd have special duties to give you. you have to do them as per your contract. Your first one will be to clean the toilets.

Stare sets the brush back on his desk as he looks to be infuriated.

Stare:You listen to me you son a who-

Micko:The Public toilets!!!

Stare:I won't do it fat man! I won't server those common folk. I'm the king of-

Micko:You'll do it or you'll be sorry Stare.

Stare's eyes widen as he grabs the toilet brush and slams the door as he leaves.

(written by Executioner)

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We are now taken to ringside for our next bout

Halls of Illusions hits the PA and Junco swaggers through the curtain as flashbulbs pop around the sold out arena, he pays them no notice as he pulls himself up on the ropes and steps into the ring. He starts jumping on the spot keeping loose while he waits for his opponent to arrive. He does not have to wait long, as his music drowns out we can hear a few cheers until Wake Up hits and the crowd as one begin to boo before Reece even appears. As he comes through the curtain the boos escalate as Reece starts down the ramp. Again he pays no mind to the fans but like Junco before him he steadily makes his way to ring. Instead of getting straight into the ring he stands on the apron and starts berating the crowd. Not wanting to hear another tirade come out of the “morality enforcers” mouth Junco runs over and hooks him from behind and snaps him into the ring with a high release german suplex. As soon as he lands on his head and neck the ref calls for the bell and we are underway

********SINGLES MATCH********
Junco Junky
vs
Reece

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(written by Cactus)

Wanting to capitalise on his great start Junco walks over and starts to stamp on the head and neck of his downed opponent. Reece rolls over to the ropes prompting the ref to call for the break, as Junco backs away Reece pulls himself up using the ropes, then to the surprise of everyone he sprints over and barrels through Junco sending him to the ground. Reece drops to a knee and locks in a side headlock and begins wrenching the neck of Junco.

Junco gets back to a vertical base and scoops Reece up and slams him down to break the hold, but Reece holds onto the neck and rolls the slam snapmareing Junco over and it ends up in exactly the place before with Reece controlling Junco this time in the centre of the ring.

Once again Junco gets to his feet but instead of relying on his wrestling ability he viciously smacks Reece in the throat with a back elbow. Reece immediately breaks the hold and goes down clutching his throat, Junco massages his neck for a movement to get the blood flowing back. He pulls Reece to his feet, who is very red in the face from the shot to the throat, he tries to irish whip him but he is in no shape and makes it two steps before crumbling to the floor.

The ref pushes Junco while he checks on Reece to make sure he is okay and Reece signals that he can continue, his face has returned to a more normal colour but he is still sucking in lungful’s of air. Reece gets back to his feet and is immediately taken down with a quick double leg by Junco. He rides Reece and tries to lock in a armbar, but once again Reece thwarts him by hooking an ankle across the bottom rope, this time though Junco takes a full 4 seconds to break the hold.

Once again Junco pulls Reece to his feet and carries on working on the arm, he twists the arm up Reece’s back but before he can lock in the hammerlock Reece rolls through whilst sweeping the legs from under Junco and he locks in a STF. Junco starts to fight against the hold while Reece starts to pulls back, this proves to be his undoing though as his arm is damaged and he cannot put enough pressure. He releases the hold to make sure he is the first to his feet and this proves to be the case as Junco gets to his feet cautiously.

With the two men back on their feet the circle each other but maintain eye contact, then Reece runs at Junco but he is ready and ducks the clothesline and again grabs Reece from behind and backs up to the ropes. Once again he bucks his hips and goes for another high release german but a quick thinking Reece grabs the top rope as he passed over and uses his momentum to back summersault and kick Junco in the ass as his feet pass between the top and middle rope. Junco goes flying across the ring an falls across the middle rope throat first. Seeing this Reece runs of the opposite rope and tries to drop his leg over the back of the neck of Junco, but he was playing possum and moves at the last second leaving Reece to crotch himself across the middle rope.

As Reece detangles himself from the ropes a tired Junco climbs to the top rope and Reece does a slow watsui ( turn around ) Junco comes off the top rope hitting his finisher Mary Jane's Creation, a top rope tornado DDT.

As the both crash to the centre of the ring Junco hooks the far leg as the ref counts 3.

Winner: Junco Junky
JUNCO: 4.8+.7 = 5.5
REECE: 4.7 + .4 = 5.1


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The Zeroin open's to show Stare holding the Toilet brush. He looks at it in disgust as he notices the camera.

Stare:What the hell are you doing! Did Micko Fatso give you the task of trying to break me? Well sorry to tell you The king of kings isn't gonna go to that level so you tell that dount eating boss of mine he can't break me.

Stare walks into the bathroom door. He immidiatly returns looking green. He begins to gag as he holds his hand over his mouth.

Stare:What in the unholy heel could make that kind of smell. It's terrible. That bastard is really going to make me clean that. Without gloves or a gas mask or any protection from crazed homosexual fans. This is war!

The Bathroom door swings open to show Micko looking sweaty as if he just dropped to hippo sized nuggets in there. Stare gives him a look and mouths you son of a bitch. Micko grins obviously glad to be finished. He pats Stare on the back and pretends to leave. But second guesses his choice and walks back to see Stare give him the finger.

Micko:Ya might want to give that one a second flush. It fought hard coming out and i'm willing to bet it'll die hard too. But you'll be needing some of that stuff that get's the shit swirls out the whole toilet's insides brown.

Micko chuckles as he walks off as Stare heads into the bathroom muttering about taking Micko's head off. The Screen fades as stare shouts Oh god! He then vomits like a drunk teenager after a keg party as the screen mercifully fades out.

(written by Executioner)

[Scream]

Camera cuts to the entrance ramp. Moments before the matches take-off, Spackle stands stretching his head and neck – The New Horror Show walks up from some distance…

NIN: Alright, big match tonight. You ready to make a difference? This dates back to last week, ready to prove you worth?

Spackle: …

NIN: Huh? I said, Are you ready!?

Spackle: …

NIN: Jesus Christ, does someone need a tampon -- ?!

Spackle: ENOUGH! Will you shut the fuck up, already? I can hear you loud and clear…

NIN: whu..?

Spackle: Do you even get why I’m here? Hey, Mr. Horror Show, Do you even get why I’m fighting against Ninja? … That’s what I thought – When you find out, Please tell me, I’d really like to know..

NIN: What the hell has gotten over you --??

Spackle: No-no, let me talk.. It seems, we’re already caught up in your business, in your feud, in your championship. It seems we just skip over the pink haired freak, and I’d like to talk.

NIN: Woa, Woa, Woa! What the hell is this about? I come to wish my tag partner some luck, some.. something.., maybe even a simple hand, and now I’m getting flamed? What the hell’s getting over you?!

Spackle: Dammit, did Ninja batter you stupid? Look what’s happening?! Look?! Last week we face Cactus and Scream, and right in the middle you deliberately leave me – I get man handled and all you have is a scar from the Great White Ninja..

NIN: You asked to be tagged in! You wanted that shot..!

Spackle: You’re missing the point. This week, I’m facing Red Ninja – your enemy, your dispute, your attacker. You give me shit after more shit about not claiming a World Title and claim to the industry you’re a fighting champion, that you’re the single thing we’ve been looking for. Yet, I deal with the business, and you remain foe less one.

NIN: …

“Somethin Wicked this way comes” can be heard as the DJ slides it into the system, right before it comes out live in the Arena.

Spackle: Yea, That’s exactly what I thought. Now, if you’ll excuse me I actually have to perform tonight..

(written by Junco)

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“Somethin' wicked this way comes" by Wolfpac blares over the P.A. as Spackle makes his way towards the ring followed by NIN. The two enter the ring and stare out into the crowd to a mixed reaction. NIN whispers something in Spackle’s ear and Spackle nods his head in agreement. NIN puts out his fist and Spackle gives him a pound. NIN taps Spackle on the back and slides out of the ring. “Darkness,” by Twiztid hits as Red Ninja makes his way under the Zerion. He stops on the ramp as Cactus also makes his way out behind him. The two head towards the ring to the disdain of both Spackle and NIN. Ninja slides under the ropes as Cactus stays on the outside.

********SINGLES MATCH********
Red Ninja
vs.
Spackle

(written by Scream)

Ninja doesn’t waste anytime and propels himself off the ropes and hits Spackle with a bicycle kick. Spackle hit’s the mat and quickly slides to the outside. He smacks the mat as NIN tries to clam him down. Ninja charges the ropes and dives through them taking out both Spackle and NIN. Ninja gets up quickly and slides back into the ring. NIN tries to get in the ring but the ref blocks him from entering. Spackle slowly gets to his feet and climbs back in the ring. He goes after Ninja who connects with a roundhouse kick sending Spackle back into the ropes. Ninja charges again but Spackle drops pulling the ropes down sending Ninja to the floor.

Ninja hit’s the mat hard and NIN wastes no time delivering a few shots as the ref’s back was turned. NIN picks up Ninja and rolls him into the ring. Spackle goes on the offensive and begins stomping on Ninja. He picks up Red and slings him into the turnbuckle following close behind and hitting Ninja with a clothesline. He whips Ninja again into the opposite corner again following with a clothesline. Spackle then tries taking Ninja’s mask off but Ninja quickly lifts Spackle up and falls dropping Spackle’s jaw on the turnbuckle. Spackle falters back and Ninja puts him in a school boy for a quick two count.

Spackle gets to his feet and charges Ninja but is hit with a clothesline followed by a leg drop. Ninja gets Spackle on his feet and hits him with another roundhouse sending Spackle to the outside. NIN tends to the frustrated Spackle who quickly slides back into the ring but Ninja catches him with a sliding dropkick sending him to the floor again. In a rage, Spackle grabs a chair but NIN talks him out of it. Spackle pounds on the ring as Ninja waits for him to enter.

Spackle climbs the steel steps and enters. Ninja approaches and Spackle delivers a thumb to the eye. He then kicks Ninja in the gut and follows with a stiff forearm to the face dropping Ninja. Spackle mounts Red and begins to choke him. The ref gets a three count and Spackle stops and then continues choking Ninja. The ref warns Spackle who shoves the ref. Spackle gets off Ninja and lifts Red and slams him to the mat. Spackle looks at the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. As he gets to the top Ninja is already to his feet and charges the turnbuckle, climbs and grabs a hold of Spackle suplexing him to the mat. Ninja goes for a cover but Spackle kicks out.

Ninja then backs off and stalks Spackle for his Red on Impact spear. Spackle stands and as he turns Ninja pounces but Spackle pulls the ref in the way and Ninja spears the ref. Spackle then grasps hold of one of his pink braids and yanks it out of his head. Everyone looks shocked Spackle leaps on Ninja and begins choking him with the braid. Ninja grasps for air as Spackle wraps his legs around the downed Ninja and continues to choke him out. Seeing enough Cactus slides in the ring but NIN slides in and halts Cactus. The two begin battle in the ring as Spackle continues to choke Ninja.

Cactus still weak from his match early on is caught off guard by NIN. NIN hits Cactus with a series of punches and then slings himself off the ropes hitting Cactus with a Running Yakuza Kick Cactus hit’s the mat and NIN slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slides in but Scream is seen charging the ring. He slides in and immediately attacks Spackle. He begins stomping on Spackle until he lets up. Spackle lets go and Scream begins to pound on him. Meanwhile NIN slides in and smashes the chair across the back of Scream. Scream hit’s the mat and Cactus attacks NIN. The two continue to battle as Ninja shows some life. Ninja attacks NIN who holds his own as Scream continues to attack Spackle. NIN soon falls to the double team.

Through this all the ref calls for the bell.

Winner via disqualification: Red Ninja
SPACKLE: 0
NINJA: 4.7

Ninja then grabs hold of his WrestleFever opponent and hits his cradle piledriver on a chair. Meanwhile Scream lifts Spackle up and hit’s a SoundOff. Scream then drags Spackle to the middle of the ring next to NIN. Scream looks at Ninja and Cactus and smiles. Cactus , Ninja and Scream all grab hands and raise them high. Scream grabs a mic

Scream: Horror show meet the Freaks. It started with Vegeta and it ends with you two.
Now if there's a cure for this,
We don't want it, we'll run from it
And if there's a remedy,
We don't need it, we just eat it.

Scream tosses the mic as the there stand over NIN and Spackle

[Scream]

We are then taken back stage again where Stare is standing in the hall outside the bathroom. Trent is seen heading his way.

Trent: Well, lookie here. You went from the King of Kings to the Trump of the Dumps.

Stare: Trent if I wasn't so ill I'd kick your ass.

Stare bends over as he may puke again. As he bends over Trent lets one rip. Stare's eyes widen as he pukes again in the bucket. Trent smiles and places a paper under his arm.

Trent: Well I'd love to stay and chat Stare but I have an Acid Bomb to drop. I'll try and remember to flush.

Stare continues to hover over the bucket as we are taken to ringside

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"New Orleans is sinking" By The Tragically Hip hits as The Executioner makes his way towards the ring. The crowd cheers for him as he slaps his hands and enters the ring. He climbs the ropes and points to fans in the crowd. "Drag The Waters," by Pantera hits as newcomer RAGE makes his way under the Zerion. The crowd are on their feet in anticipation to this mysterious new addition to the P2PW roster. “Cowboys From Hell” hits the PA system. The crowd jump to their feet with cheers as the internet champ comes walking out from behind his curtain. He lslides into the ring with a look of confidence. He lifts his title in close view of his challengers. The ref takes the belt and holds it high as he rings for the bell.

*******P2PW INTERNET TITLE MATCH*******

Keith Williams
vs
Rage
vs
Executioner

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(written by Scream)

The Executioner wastes no time and charges Keith who steps out of the way. Executioner puts on the brakes but Keith follows with a huge clothesline sending The Executioner to the floors.

When Keith turns he is crushed with a clothesline of his own by Rage sending him over as well. Rage stares at the two outside and bows. He waits as both Keith and Executioner make it to their feet. He climbs the turnbuckle and flies through the air catching both opponents with a crossbody. He then quickly slides back into the ring. Keith glares at Rage then strokes his chin with a smirk. Keith gets up as does Executioner. They both stand at ringside as Rage charges again delivering a baseball slide dropkick. This time Keith dodges as Executioner catches the kick to the face sending him to the mat again. Keith slides into he ring and charges Rage with a clothesline. Rage ducks and as Keith turns is caught with a dropkick to his knee. Rage rolls back catches him with another dropkick to his other knee dropping Keith. Rage then dropkicks him a third time to the head of Keith. Keith flops back and Rage goes for a cover. Keith kicks out on two.

Meanwhile, Executioner makes in on the apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and perches waiting for Rage. Rage turns and Executioner leaps with a crossbody catching Rage. The ref gets into position but only gets a one count. Keith approaches both men and starts delivering a serious of hard punches to both men. He catches Rage sending him to the mat. He then goes to punch Executioner but stops and pushes Executioner instead who is standing in front of Rage who is on his knees. Executioner falls back to the mat to the delight of the fans.

Keith then lifts Rage and slams him hard to the mat. Executioner makes it to his feet and slaps Keith. Keith goes to return the favor but Executioner dodges and grabs hold of Keith's arm and wrenches it. He then yanks on Keith's arm jammin his shoulder. Keith winces as Executioner heads towards the turnbuckle. He climbs it still holding onto Keith's arm. He tries to walk the ropes but slips and falls again to the outside. Keith looks over the ropes at The Executioer as Rage throws Keith into a small package for a two count.

Keith kicks out as Rage again goes for a dropkick to Keith's knee but Keith delivers one of his own to the face of Rage. Rage hits the mat covering his face. Keith begins to stomp on the downed Rage. He grabs a hold of Rage and lifts him to his feet. He scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat. He lifts him again and slams him even harder. Keith lifts Rage on more time but this time he charges the turnbuckle and tosses Rage. Rage's head slams off the top buckle. Rage staggers back as Keith waits. Rage turns slowly and Keith delivers a horrendous clothelsline folding Rage into. Keith goes for the cover but it is broken up by The Executioner.

The Executioner grabs a hold of Keith and slams him to the mat. He then follows it with a leg drop to Rage. Followed by another scoop slam to Keith and another leg drop to Rage. The fans love it as Executioner delivers some offense. Executioner goes to slam Keith one too many times and Keith punches him hard in the face. Executioner staggers back and Rage irish whips him to the turnbuckle. He quickly follows and vaults over Executioner and through the ropes slaps on a Tazzmition style choke. The fans cheer as Keith looks impressed. Executioner flails his arms as the ref calls for a break. Rage lets go and Keith charges both him and barrels into them. Executioner hits the floor hard but Rage stills stays on the apron. Keith suplexes Rage back into the ring but Rage counters and lifts Keith and drops him on his stomach inside the ring. Rage leaps on the ropes and lands a knee to the back of Keith's head. Keith looks stunned as Rage quickly hooks both arms and begins delivering a rapid succession of knees to the face of Keith. He then quickly releases and applies a kneeling early version of Walls Of Jericho, while continuing with the knee strikes. The crowd are on their feet in amazement. Keith looks out cold from the first knee strike. The ref in a confused state checks on Keith and then calls for the bell.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentleman the ref as called this match and awards it via DQ Keith Williams.

Winner: Keith Williams
KEITH: 4.8+.8 = 5.6
RAGE:4.8 + .3 = 5.1
EXECUTIONER: 4 + .1 = 4.1

The crowd is stunned as the ref consults with another official who comes to ringside. Mick then makes his way to ringside as well to discuss why Rage was DQ'd. The ref grabs a mic to address the crowd.

Ref:: This isn't MMA. I'm not sure what you do in Japan Rage but...

Mick snatches the mic out of the ref's hands

Mick: You are out of line but your decision is final. Unfortunetly, your first match here at P2PW had to end like this. But I see big things in you Rage. In fact I see a rematch for that very title very, very soon.

Rage bows towards Mick and heads towards the back to an ovation from the fans

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Backstage Summer catches up with Scream, Ninja, and Cactus

Summer::I'm standing backstage with three men who surely shocked all of P2PW with their new found alliance. I'm sure there are many questions which will be answered in the next couple weeks but....Scream snags the mic out of Summer's hands.

Scream: Yes but Summer...And a fine one you have.

Summer has a slight smile as she turns bright red

Scream: Yes questions will be answered in the next couple weeks but not tonight. You see Ninja, Cactus and I have something in common. Something needs to be done that has never be done before and in a few weeks it will be done.

Cactus:: You see it started with the dismantling of the Horror Show tonight but it doesn't end there. We are far from done with Spackle and NIN. This was just the icing on the cake.

Ninja: You see Summer we aren't what you would call a stable. We aren't what you'd call a tag team. Hell we can hardly stand each other.

Summer looks confused

Summer: But....

Cactus puts his finger on Summer's lips. As the three exit in different directions.

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Darkness falls across the arena and the crowd roar into life. It’s time for the main event. The arena’s speaker system bursts into life with “Down” by Motorgrater. Strobe lights and lasers flash wildly across the stage as dry ice starts to blow across the arena, covering it like a light mist. A burst of flames erupt on the stage and Soul Reaper begins to rise through the floor of the stage. His hood up and head bowed. The crowd is cheering wildly at his arrival. He walks slowly but purposefully down the aisle, ignoring the deafening bellow from the P2PW fans in attendance. Reaper makes his way to the ring apron and slides in, serpent like underneath the bottom rope. He stands up in the centre of the ring, drops his hood and raises his head to the audience. He slowly raises his arm, setting off a multitude of fireworks, leaving the audience in awe. The music begins to die down as Reaper stalks around the ring. His eyes never leaving the stage as he awaits the arrival of the P2PW Heavyweight Champion. The silence hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity. Finally, “Headsprung” erupts from the speakers and E2 emerges from the curtain, mic in hand to an enormous barrage of boos. He surveys the crowd. The look of disappointment and uneasiness on his face is obvious to all. He slowly brings the mic to his face and begins the address the crowd.

E2: Sorry to disappoint all you motherfuckers out there who were expecting me to take my motherfucking ball home with me. I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to before I dump this shit heap of a “wrasslin’ fed”. Namely, bury your white goth boy ass, Reaper, before taking this belt that I know you want…no, that you need to cement your so called legacy. So after I’ve fucked you and your legacy up, I’m gonna take this motherfucking belt and have it melted. My final “fuck you!” to all you worthless pricks.

The crowd jeers viciously and starts hurling anything close to hand towards E2.


E2: Actually…You know what? Fuck you motherfuckers! You want this “dream” match? Well, it ain’t gonna happen. Reaper, this ain’t no dream match. It’ll be nothing but a fucking slaughter. Death Incarnate? I’m the One Man Motherfucking Killing Machine. I will break your face and leave you choking on your cracker blood without breaking a sweat. So you, these “fans” and this fucking company can kiss my black ass……The fuck is P2PW!

The boos from the crowd intensify as the missiles continue to rain down.

Micko: Sorry to break up your heartfelt farewell speech, E. But I’ve got a slight problem with your plan.

Micko steps through the curtain to rapturous applause.

Micko: I advertised a P2PW Heavyweight Championship Match for tonight. The match everyone demanded at Fever 3, here for free on network TV. It’s the match the fans want to see. It’s the match I want to see. Hell, everyone in the back has been aching to see you two go at it. So I’m gonna give it to them. If you didn’t turn up then I’d have no choice but to strip you of the title and give it to Reaper. But your ego wouldn’t let you do that. You can’t resist an opportunity to run your mouth off one last time. So I’m not going to strip you of the title…I’m gonna let Reaper tear it away from you and kick your ass out of this arena and this company.

E2 steps up to Micko’s face and glares into his eyes.

E2: Who’s gonna make me, bitch? You?

E2 looks Micko up and down and sneers.

E2: I’d like to see your fat ass try.

Micko breaks out into a smile and lets out a little laugh.

Micko: I was so hoping you would say that. So I’ve brought a little back up just to “help” you do the right thing.

With that the whole P2PW locker room, with the exception of Aladdin, come through the curtain and towards E2. The confident look disappears from E2 and he starts to back up down the aisle. He keeps his eyes on the roster as they surround Micko and head towards E2. As E2 slowly back up, he is unaware of Reaper approaching him from behind. Reaper spins E2 around and gives him a hard right. The force of the blow sends E2 flying into the roster. E2 looks up and is met with several punches at once that send him flying back towards Reaper. Reaper picks E2 up and carries him towards the ring. Micko follows quickly behind. He rips off his shirt and reveals a referee shirt. The roster stay on the stage and watch on as Reaper throws E2 into the ring while Micko calls for the bell to start the match.

********P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP********
E2
VS
REAPER

(written by Rage)

Reaper slides in after E2 and gives a stiff kick to the side of his head. E2 crumples from the blow, his body spasms with every one of Reaper’s vicious kicks. Reaper turns him onto his back, mounts his chest and starts pounding his fists into E2’s face. E2 is completely defenseless, as his face starts to swell up from the heavy blows. This isn’t a wrestling match. It’s an all out brawl! Reaper climbs off E2 and brings him to his feet. He throws E2 into the ropes and as E2 rebounds back he is met with a Clothesline From Hell. E2’s body spins with the power of Reaper’s clothesline. As soon as his body hits the floor, Reaper is immediately back on the attack. He picks up E2 and delivers a Soul Stealer DDT. E2’s head is almost buried in the mat from the force of the move, his body arching up into the air. Reaper looks like he wants to go all out and finish this early. He climbs the turnbuckle and signals for Death From Above. He flies towards E2’s prone body and almost creases it in half with the impact as his signature Frog Splash finds its mark. Reaper stands tall and surveys the crowd who are cheering for all they’re worth. He slowly starts to bring E2 to his feet, but as E2 gets to his knees, E2 brings his arm up and low blows Reaper. Reaper doubles over in pain and in one fluid movement E2 executes The Elijah Experience. Reaper’s body slams into the mat, E2 falls closely behind, gasping for breath. Reaper isn’t gasping though…He’s laughing. He sits up and smiles wickedly at E2, who can only stare back in shock. Reaper grabs E2 by the throat and brings them both to their feet, with E2 shaking his head all the way. Reaper Irish Whips E2. E2 reverses it, sending Reaper into the ropes. As Reaper comes back, E2 grips him and then does his finisher, the Rope A Dope. Reaper’s head is almost cut in two by the opposing ring rope. He falls to the floor. E2, though standing uneasy, is on his feet. He looks at Reaper on the mat and then looks up to the audience who start to chant…

Audience: Fuck you, E2! Fuck you, E2!

E2 snarls at them and heads to the turnbuckle. He drags his 6 foot 11 inch, 300 plus pound frame onto the top turnbuckle. He looks around the audience and gives them the finger. They jeer for all their worth at the P2PW Heavyweight Champion. E2 then signals for Reaper’s move Death From Above, which does nothing to appease the completely hostile audience. He stands tall on the top turnbuckle, primed to jump and bring his massive frame onto Reaper’s prone body. Suddenly, Micko “trips” and stumbles into the ropes. The force makes E2 lose his footing and he crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. The audience goes wild and a “Micko” chant emanates around the arena. Micko feigns shock as he puts his hand to his mouth. This just intensifies the chant for Micko.

As E2 sits defenseless on the top turnbuckle, Reaper gets to his feet. The smile has gone. His expression speaks volumes. Death Incarnate has got some evil intentions. As he eyes E2 up, Aladdin makes his way down the aisle to ring side. He walks past the P2PW Roster without flinching, as they look him up and down suspiciously. The P2PW Rage Champion makes his way to ringside, while Micko looks at him in surprise. Is he here to help his Black Tiger team mate? Reaper has not taken his eyes off E2. He climbs up the turnbuckle, bringing E2 to his feet on top. He hooks his arm over and lifts E2 over. E2’s 325 pound mass crashes hard into the mat with the force of the super plex. The whole ring shakes violently from the impact. Reaper is immediately back to his feet. It’s then that he spies Aladdin looking on. Reaper points at Aladdin, who just shrugs his shoulders in return. E2 is still limp from the devastating super-plex as Reaper turns his attention back to the One Man Killing Machine. He brings E2 to his feet once more and smacks him full in the face with a blistering right. E2 rears back from the force of the blow but comes right back with one of his own. Reaper’s head is knocked back but he stands his ground and throws another right, connecting with E2’s cheek. E2 returns the favour. The two stand toe to toe, trading rights. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Reaper throws another, but E2 blocks with his left and lands a massive fist on Reaper’s temple. Reaper rocks back and E2 lands another and another with no reply from Reaper. With each punch, Reaper edges closer to the ropes. Then E2 unleashes a furious uppercut. The power sends Reaper flying over the top rope and onto the concrete floor with a sickening thud. Reaper doesn’t move as E2 stands in the centre of the ring, milking all the hate from the P2PW crowd. He gives a typical E2 grin, then his eyes catch sight of Aladdin and the smile quickly disappears. E2 snarls at Aladdin, who just smirks back as he watches E2 climb through the ropes to get to Reaper. E2 kicks Reaper in the head as he tries to get to his feet. Just as Reaper slumps on the floor, E2 grabs him by the head and brings him to his feet. He drags Reaper towards the Announce Table and when he gets there, he lowers Reaper’s head and gets him in position for a power-bomb! He lifts flips Reaper up but showing great presence of mind, Reaper manages to get both legs on one of E2’S shoulders. In an instant, he hooks E2’s head, who is still powering through the move. Reaper shifts his weight and uses E2’s power against him as he delivers a DDT through the table. The table holds but E2 doesn’t. His head bounces back from the blow and he slumps to his knees. Reaper slides off the table and goes straight back at E2. He picks him up, looks up at Aladdin. Reaper then Irish Whips E2 towards Aladdin. E2, realizing where he’s headed, manages to stop himself just before reaching the Tiger of the P2PW. He glares at Aladdin and starts to berate him.

E2: What the fuck are you doing here? Did I ask for your help? No! Do I want your help? No! Do I need your help? Do I fuck? Get the fuck out of here!

Aladdin once again smirks at E2 and just points in the direction behind E2. E2 slowly turns around and is met with a thunderous chair shot to the head. The impact bends the tough steel of the chair, as the sound of the shot echoes around the arena. Micko covers his eyes and pretends he didn’t see a thing. E2 slumps to his knees, blood flowing from a fresh cut above his left eye. Reaper tosses the chair aside, casting a suspicious glance towards Aladdin. He grabs E2 by the head and throws him back into the ring, before giving Aladdin another curious look as he follows E2 back in. Reaper is quickly back on his feet. He starts to stomp on E2, who struggles to crawl to the other side of the ring. Reaper is relentless though. He brings E2 to his feet, holds him up and gives him a Soulnado. E2’s body crashes to the mat hard. Again, Reaper picks him up, gets him ready and delivers a Reaper Cutter! The crowd are on their feet. Reaper looks at E2’s still body and smiles wickedly. He slides over to E2 and hooks in The Cold, Hard Truth!!! He rears back with all he can, bending E2’s top half at a horrible angle. Micko slides in and starts to ask E2 whether he wants to submit. All E2 can do is roar out in pain as Reaper pulls his head right back, but he doesn’t tap. He places one hand on the mat and tries to power his way out, but Reaper, once again uses E2’s power to his advantage and rolls with him until they are back in the same position. E2’s now caught in the middle of the ring, his free hand reaching out to the ropes that may as well be a mile away. He holds it his hand in the air for one second…two…three…four…then he taps out, his hand hitting the mat as if his life depended on it. Micko gets up and signals for the bell.

Ring Announcer: Your winner, by submission, and NEEEEEW P2PW Heavyweight Champion…..Soul Reaper!!!

E2: 0
REAPER: 4.9 + 1.1 = 6

The crowd go into hysterics as “Motorgrater” explodes from the speakers. Reaper still has E2 in the hold and is refusing to let go. E2 is tapping furiously but Reaper just arches back more, increasing the pressure. Eventually, Micko, belt in hand, taps him on the shoulder. Reaper immediately releases the hold and gets to his feet, taking the P2PW Heavyweight Championship belt from a beaming Micko. E2 rolls out of the ring and onto the concrete outside. Aladdin goes over and checks on E2 as he staggers. Then out of nowhere Al pounces, spearing E2. The crowd goes wild as Al looks down on E2 and spits on him.

Al looks at the crowd and then in the ring at Reaper. He smirks as he heads towards the back.

E2, now standing just stares angrily at Aladdin as he walks away from him. E2 looks into the ring and sees Reaper standing on the turnbuckle, saluting the fans as Micko looks on in applause. He looks down at his feet and sees the chair Reaper used earlier. He grabs it and quickly slides into the ring. He runs at Micko first and swings wildly. The force of the blow against Micko’s head sends him flying through the ring ropes and outside. E2 drags Reaper down from the turnbuckle as the music comes to an abrupt halt. He turns Reaper around and swings the chair in Reaper’s direction. Reaper ducks the chair. E2 takes a step back and holds the chair aloft once again. Reaper smiles and points to behind E2. E2 turns around and is met with a Super Kick from Aladdin. The force sends E2 into Reaper, who locks in the Eternal Sleep. E2 tries to fight his way out of it, but it’s no good. Reaper has it in tight. Slowly, E2’s struggles begin to ebb. He slumps to one knee, then two and soon enough he falls forward, out cold. Reaper lets go as E2’S face smacks the mat as “Motorgrater” once again brings the speakers to life. Aladdin picks up the P2PW Heavyweight Title off the mat and stands there staring at it as it rests in his hands. Reaper looks at him. A snarl slowly appearing on his face as he holds out his hand for Aladdin to give him back his belt. Aladdin doesn’t even acknowledge Reaper and continues to be transfixed by the title. Reaper holds his hand out again, impatiently. Aladdin looks up slightly and he smiles at Reaper. He slowly hands the belt to Reaper. As he does, he can be heard talking to Reaper…

Aladdin: Don’t get too comfortable with that… Because at Fever, I’m coming to take it. And there’s not a thing you or anyone else can do about it.

Reaper says nothing as he snatches back the belt from Aladdin. Aladdin exits the ring, not taking his eyes off Reaper who watches Aladdin intently. Once Aladdin is at a safe distance, Reaper turns back to the roaring crowd. Aladdin walks through the awaiting P2PW Roster, who fall in single file behind him and exit alongside him through the stage curtain. Micko clambers back into the ring and beckons someone from the back. 12 off duty Atlanta Cops come down the ramp, towards the ring. E2 starts to stir as Micko grabs the mic.

Micko: I want you to take this piece of shit outside and beat the living fucking shite out of him. Then you kick his ass onto the first Greyhound back to New York.

The cops drag E2 to his feet and drag him down the ramp as the fans sing “Nah Nah Nah Nah! Nah Nah Nah NAH! Hey hey hey…Goodbye!” Micko turns back to Reaper.

Micko: Sorry for the interruption there, Champ. Just making sure that the trash was taken out. As you were…

“Motorgrater” for the final time roars from the Speakers as Reaper holds the belt high in the centre of the ring.

[Scream]

Cactus Ratings


Keith - 4.9, Excellent dude, a real champs promo

Rage - 4.8, First time and youy bust this out, outstanding

Executioner - 4.1, Good to see you back and improved

Spackle - 0, Not like you

Ninja - 4.8, Thats the ninja of old

Reece - 4.8, Brilliant, this is going to be a great match

Junco - 4.8, Excellent promo, loved it.

Aladdin - N/A

Cactus N/A

E2 - 0, But we all knew that

Reaper - 4.9, Crossed real life with P2PW life, awesome job.


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Reaper's ratings

Keith 4.7 - while good, I think it could have been slightly better. Wasn't bad, but still
Rage 4.8 well that was certainly entertaining. I see bright things
Executioner- 4... it was a good re-introduction and a nice way to go over your opponents

Spackle
Ninja 4.6 good stuff again, hope to face off with you again sometime eh

Reece 4.6 it had good points and maybe it was just me but I thought it lacked in a few places.
Junco 4.7 that was pretty good, too bad you went on break HAHA!!!

Aladdin 4.9 that was good, ya ran down your ex teammate and managed to chew up your last opponent and then took it upon yourself to have some harsh words for your current opponent.
Cactus

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Scream's Ratings

Keith 4.8 - Not your best promo...but if 4.8 isn't your best then peeps better watch out
Rage 4.8 Awesome job. Do I see a rematch in the near future?
Executioner- 4.1 Glad your back and your help was much appreciated

Spackle
Ninja 4.8 Great as always...look forward to your feud with NIN

Reece 4.7 Again, I didn't think this was your best but it was pretty damn good. I hope you stick around
Junco 4.8 Glad you're back. Not sure title holders will be though!

Aladdin 4.9 Awesome man. You deserve this title shot.

Cactus

Reaper 4.9 Great promo man. Loved it.

E2 0 I could stoop to your level and tell you how I really feel......MMMMMMWHUA BIG KISS.

CREDITS: EXECUTIONER, CACTUS, JUNCO, RAGE, ALADDIN, SCREAM

[RAGE]

This is possibly the best show I've seen in the 6 months I've been here. Two down points but not as regards the show itself. Just general everday shit. Aladdin, I'll be sorry to see you go. You've been cool with me since I joined. But you vs Reaper at Fever 3? That's a damned fine main event. The other down point is the whole E2 situation. I don't know what went on but as a fan of the efed as well as a participant, I wish E2 vs Reaper could have been done properly. But given the circumstances, that was the best thing we could have hoped for. Well done to all the winners...except you Keith. You fucker

Thanks to Scream and the rest of the writing crew for getting out a top show.

How many left Fusions till Fever?

[Scream]

Thanks Rage. You're matches were top notch dude. One more Fusion and then Fever. I promise Preview will be up this week and we will get a moving on getting shows up. This took a while to get up but there were a lot of different circumstances. Thanks to all that helped.

[The Great JT]

J.T. Blade was in numerous strip clubs during the entire production of this show.

Great as always. Auf wiedershen, E2, we ain't gonna miss ya.

[Reaper]

Thats true, JT loves the way those men dance for money... goddamned tart

[Keith Williams]

Yeah bet Jt likes those guys built like Chris Farley on that one Saturday Night Live skit with Patrick Swayze..

Good job on the card to all those who were involved except for the internet title match. Me being knocked out? That is so wrong. Some little japanesse trained wrestler shouldn't be able to knock out the Champ.. ;D

But let it be known that if there is gonna be a new Rage champ after Al leaves, that i am throwing my cowboy hat into the ring for a shot at that belt, cause you know Reaper won't grant me a shot at his belt..

[Reaper]

Come get some bitch, this is my world... not the fickle system you're accustomed to

[Keith Williams]

If you are able to get pass Al, I be more then happy to step up and take that nice shiney belt. Should look great next to that Elite World title that I have.. ;D

[Reaper]

Flawed system Keith, everybody but you was clear.... but thats alright. Paybacks are a JT.... I mean Bitch.

[Keith Williams]

Don't you mean Paybacks are a Reaper? Cause after I am done facing you, you be just like JT, a whiny little bitch..

[Reaper]

Keith, don't make me give you the E2 treatment and send you packing like a cowaring little fruitcake.

[Keith Williams]

You would like it if i packed my bags and left. Then you could have a nice long run with that belt. But it ain't gonna happen. I am going no where and just waiting for the chance to get you into that ring.

[Reaper]

Of course you're not going anywhere, they put a boot on your trailer, and you can't afford the fine. So by all means, stick around and watch me as I show you how a real champion puts on a show.

[Keith Williams]

Well I have seen how good of a show Al puts on..

[Reaper]

Damn shame he'll be carted off instead of walking away like he could have done. But thats the price one pays.

[Keith Williams]

Um yeah..well if anything, at least you will still have that international title to keep you warm at night after your match with Al

[Reaper]

Keep talkin Williams and your waist will be as bare as your mouth. But I hear JT likes it when you gum him down.

[Keith Williams]

This coming from the man who created Soul Reaper Produtions. Last I heard JT just loves it when he in in scenes with you. As for the waist comment, only thing that will happen is that i won't be able to move mine what with all the titles around it after I faced you..

[Reaper]

Wishful thinking for some hillbilly thats biggest mark around here is that he beat E2... good for you junior. When you beat somebody who's actually worth a shit, then I'll consider you a threat.

[Cactus]

great stuff, how about first match after fever Reaper vs Keith, for whatever gold they have left after fever

[RAGE]

(IC) Sounds good, but that deluded red neck needs to get past me first. But then again, maybe it would be best for Keith to go straight for Reaper instead of coming at me again. I knocked him out without trying. Imagine what I would do if I broke a sweat? Or maybe he took one knee shot to many and it's given him delusions of grandeur? But thats the way the crazy world of Wrestling goes. You get your ass handed to you by a rookie on his debut then start demanding title shots at one of the main belts. It's a conspiracy, I tells ya. Either that or Baltimore has it's own 6ft 6inch streak of yellow lurking about somewhere.