FUSION PREVIEW, PROMO'S, IN VOTING

[Scream]

The Road To WrestleFever 3: Show 3

Live from the Georgia Dome,Atlanta Georgia

The Second Fusion is quickly underway as Mick is already in the ring. He waits as the crowd dies done and begins to speak.

Mick: First I’d like to start by saying it’s good to be in Georgia!

Crowd is on their feet

Mick: Unfortunately I have to start the show with some bad news. Due to circumstances beyond my control E2 has decided not to show up tonight. After his victory last week he left and hasn’t been seen since.

Crowd begins to chant “quitter, quitter, quitter”

Mick: Whatever the circumstance might be if he were smart he’d show up tonight. For months he has been asking for something. Not a day went by that he didn’t bring up this one person’s name

Crowd begins to chant for Reaper

Mick: Tonight I make wishes come true. And my first grant of a wish goes to E2. Tonight if you’re listening E2 you get your wish. You get Reaper.

The crowd goes crazy at the thought of one of the most anticipated matches in P2PW history

Mick: You wanted it. You got it. From what I’ve heard you’ve taken your ball and left. I hope that isn’t that case. But if it is then it looks like we’ll have a new champ tonight. I guess in a few hours we will see.

Now for my second annoucement. This week I have hired a special GM to run the show. There is a reason why I chose this person . He can choose whatever matches he wants apart from the main event. You will find out who that person is soon enough. This person asked me not to mention their name but did give me the list of matches for tonight. We are one week away from the biggest show in P2PW. Ladies and gentleman this is FUSION!!!
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Tonight’s FUSION Card

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

Keith Williams
vs
Rage
vs
Executioner

In one of his biggest matches to date Keith Williams came up short at winning the big one. Tonight he does battle again against newcomer Rage and the Executioner. Will Keith overcome the odds and retain his title?

********SINGLES MATCH********

Spackle
vs
Red Ninja

Red Ninja interfered in NIN and Spackle's tag team match last week costing them the victory. Red feels he is in line for a World title shot but two stand in his way. Tonight he takes on one part of the "Horror Show" as he goes one on one with the number one contender Spackle.

********SINGLES MATCH********

Reece
vs
Junco

Reece and Junco are back and both think they have what it takes to be the internet champion. But to get the gold they must first get through each other. One man will leave tonight with a shot at the internet title and the other?

*******P2PW RAGE TITLE MATCH*******

Aladdin
vs
Cactus

Cactus showed the world last week that it was he who was behind the brutal attacks of various P2PW superstars. One of those he attacked was Vegeta, cousin of Aladdin. Aladdin personally asked for this match and will put his title on the line for vengeance.

*******P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH*******

E2
vs
Reaper

In one of the most anticipated matches of the year Reaper finally gets a chance to not only reign supreme once again but to shut the mouth of the P2PW Champion. Can E2 regain his title or will he prove his critics wrong and defeat the Soul Reaper

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Participants obviously need to promo. Everyone can get voting. Rage Title match is Rage Rules as always. Voting Deadline is April 25th, 8PM

[Scream]

Apologize for the length, I have had pneumonia and just wanted to get something up.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

Keith
Spackle
Junco
Reaper

[Faster Pussycat!]

Keith
Spackle
Junco
Reaper


Hope you get well soon Scream, but it is nice to see things moving faster around here.

[Red Ninja]

Keith
Junco
Red Ninja
Reaper

Yes I'm still around and kicking

[RAGE]

Damn, first match and it's a shot at the Internet title against Keith Williams? My ass is toast. What happened to Snake? Ah well...on with the slaughter.

Rage
Red Ninja
Junco
Reaper

EDIT: Thanks for the heads up Al. Shows what I know. Dur @ me.

[Cactus]

Rage ( noob vote )

Ninja

Reece

Reaper

[Aladdin]

Rage - Snake and Executioner are the same person.

Votes:

RAGE
Spackle
Junco

[The Executioner]

yes but i'm better with my executoner promo style should be good and challenging. ;D

Votes:

Myself
spackle
"Mr Morality" Reese "Peanut butter cups" Somers.
Reaper

promo to follow.

EDIT: I voted for the rage match.

[juncojunky]

Oh, Wow ... This should definitley be a challenge. Good thing I got my Elite post done last night.

Keith
Ninja
Junco
Reaper

EDIT: I'm such an idiot ... I always vote for Rage title

[The Executioner]

The Scene opens to a dusky damp boiler room. A lightbulb suddenly turns on as the room begins to become visable.A comfy looking chair is sat to the left wall and there is a wall on the right starting to grow fungus.It displays an old wrestlefever two poster. A shadow over towers the poster as the camera moves over to show The Executioner. He smiles briefly as he walks over to the chair. He looks beside the chair and picks up the microphone set next to the chair.

The Executioner: Surprise! I'm back and ready to do the thing I do best. That's pick people apart like only I can do. I'm not gonna bore you with stories from the indy shows I've been doing for the last little bit. I'm setting my time with you talking about tonight. You see Fusion was looking pretty dull last week as Tnt did before the remerging. I'm not here to sing praises to my fans. I'm not gonna talk about the masses of the mutilated. I'm gonna talk the truth about somethings i've been seeing as of late. Black Tiger making history as the shortest lived stable ever. E2 bitching out of the company and not giving his friends a moment of his time? Elijah you were a good friend to me and you'll be missed deeply. But in terms of being a man. You got less credibility than Starcrunch has to being called a man.

He reaches into his pocket and grabs a bottle of water. He takes a good long drink then resumes to speak.

The Executioner:But enough of people who are gone and let's get right down to why i'm here tonight. I'm going against a great muta impersonator and a nascar watching redneck. I'm telling you if this is all this company has to offer is a couple escapees from the circus then i'm gonna just walk down that ramp pick up that championship belt then walk back to this boiler room. It'll be quick I promise you Keith. But it will be painful i assure you. Rage do yourself a favor and just stay home. You can't handle this man. Here i'll help you think of exactly what to say to Micko.

The Executioner clears his windpipe before continuing his speech.

The Executioner: Misssssssssssa Mikuuuu. I apologizzzeee. I-I go to wrong place. How you say gay bar? That taxi mannnnnnnnn. He take me to gay barrrr. I'm sorereee.

The Executioner chuckles.

The Executioner: I'm sure it will work so just trust me. I'm Mr TNT...no I'm Mr Wrestling. Today I fulfill my first step in my Destiny on Fusion. I become gold plated. I become champion. Keith you beat a good man in Trent Acid for that strap. But now I will be the man to take it from you. As the clock ticks down to you stepping through those curtains. As your stomache turns to gelatin and your knees quake. I'ts not adrenaline Keith. I'ts animalistic fear. It's the very essence of humanity. I used to say Prepare to be Executed Keith. But tonight you need to prepare for your Judgement. Shine those boots up real nice for the last time as champion. Because I'm taking that gold from you. Make no mistake you stupid inbred sum' bitch. I'm taking wat's mine and not even god himself will stop me. the shows called Fusion. Prepare to merge with my fists.

The Executioner walks our to the light and shuts it off as a door slams. It is followed by nothing but silence. Pure and simple silence.

[The Great JT]

Keith
Spackle
Reece
Aladdin (If we could vote on RAGE Title matches)
Reaper

[juncojunky]

Cringed, bent, sparked with his annual nightly confinement, the Junky One sat awkwardly upon the wooded bench before him.

It hadn't been long .. long enough at least .. for the sour soul of Paul Sanders to appear this way. No one needed to tell the man that he happened to be an upright confrontational figure, no one needed to tell him he was different .. he knew. He knew all his appearances and his numerous views on the public - he knew about his dark side, he knew about his light side. He knew this stark figure was a bit more than a one man act centered inside a wrestling ring.

Junco knew his writings, and memorized his promos. He had been there, said that, and then some. He had been up to the mountain seen the promised land and once again fell back down to the steep black, bottomless pits of nothing.

But for once this long drawn out character explication, came to a halt.

This character is at last bedazzled, confused, and befuddled.
This heel, this tweener, this confused face is irate. Words coming to him from all angles of his desolate location - just as Jello to early Bill Cosby.

He is lost ... He is uncovered ... He was mad ... And he was at the least - angry

Nothing makes sense, nothing truly comes to him. His senses are flashing, but his reflexes are dull. The only bold settling feeling he can relate to is the sad, demeaning fact that he .. got..

SCREWED

Alas the figure in the darkness turns .. Alas the body behind the wooded bench moved. And Alas, the distinguished figure speaks..

[glow=red,2,300]Junco:[/glow]

Nine months ... Nine long months, I've been in the P2P Industry.

Enough to birth a child, enough from court to marriage, and one would think enough to claim a beloved title.

One would think.

One would think after nine months a title shot would be .. "possible" ... one would think after even five months, a title shot could be possibly even heard of. Well, that opportunity was there, the feud was set. It was only missing the minimum details.

Details.
You see, I've been accused of alot of shit since I've claimed my mediocre fame - and, believe it or not, I'm more than happy accept them.

I've been accused of cheating ... Okay
I've been accused of ass kissing ... Most Definitely
And I've been accused of using others to get my way up to the top.

I accept it.

Through my rampaging bull-runs, and bull run-in's I've been into, I've done alot .. And supposedly done alot more ... But there has been nothing, until this moment in time, that has scourged my spirits more than those few career making, career shattering words.

...heh...

You see, it came to my news a couple days ago that I had returned from a break. A break, that could have just possibly cost me my number one contender ship for the Internet Title. Obviously a few things came to my mind..

Rather alarmed at the fact that I had been on a break against my will, a break on television that I, myself, had must 'a missed, I automatically parried with, "Break! Break!?" I said distinctly with a stiff upper hand, "I've been on a break?"

You see, I had always been on the presumption that this federation was on it's own break. Didn't you? TNT ... Blitz - Combined into one to make the super show, Fusion. Obviously a break would occur. But was that me, was that my fault - Was that my break?

One would think...

This had indefinitely Flogged my Molly. This had pushed my buttons so much I went back to the tapings of TNT from the past few months, just to see if I had missed something important. Maybe a Junky Disappearance .. I don't know. I'm not one to point fingers at one person or another - but when a raise, a title shot, a mother fucking opportunity that I rightly deserve is deliberately taken away from me - I like to get to the bottom of it.

I found the results quite amusing..

September 5, 2006 - Junco vs. Fixx
September 27, 2006 - Junky Announcement
October 25, 2006 - Unsanctioned Saturday. Junco vs. Fizz
January 8, 2007 - Junco vs. Fizz
Later on, Internet Champion Trent Acid attacks Junco head on
February 25, 2007 - Guest Referee Internet Title.
A final confrontation happens between the new champion Keith Williams - locking Junco into the picture..

It's not until April 11th that Fusion's first show finally airs ... Junco remains off the show. I asked for a match, I begged for anything ... something. But, No - the show remains with minimal superstars from both sides. Providing coverage for all Blitz and TNT Superstars takes more that one show. Obviously.

Call this a break on my behalf, Call me "Big" Dick Morris.

I find myself booked this week, to some preaching son'a bitch who thinks he has his right to this contenders with me. I find one Morality boosting conclusion..

"Junco - You've been screwed."

Strong words. Now, Before I start ripping assholes where there are no assholes, let me say Reece is a fine athlete, but in no way is he related to the god-forsaken title. This "God"-ly playboy is in a losing predicament.. it seems to me, that sense his lose at TNT's Payback to gain the Rage Belt, and yet another with the Blitz International Title - he's looking for an easy win. Perhaps a title that has switched more than a couple hands, in less than a couple weeks? I think yes..

So I said alright. Being the man I am, I said alright El Presidente, alright Reece. Take your shot.. Take another shot at a title you feel you have the right to fight for. A title that you have never shown character interest for, a title that you have never said a damned thing about..

I was livid, and I remain livid. I responded, and I stick to my words that I so strongly agree to today. Spread your Morality, infect our ears - Reece. I dare you, I fucking dare you - Mr. Morality Enforcer. Make us believe you actually are better than us, Use your dick sucking ways like you did to earn you contender ship. Try, Mr. Equality ... Try, And fail again.

No one's going to give you one flying fuck Reece, we all know why you're here ... Aladdin gave you a run for your money and now you just can't cut it like you used to anymore. No sympathy, no care, and no saving grace will cross line with you, boy. Just be lucky some people have more than one proposition than some losing, title swapping, hypocrite.

I guess this goes beyond on "Break", or something "You would think". It goes into something personal. Personal affairs, and personal business practices count 'em, cut 'em they're there. It continues and goes once again from someone unrightfully claiming someone else's spot on a particular piece of property, and a business that just wants to see some damn cock fight.

Unfortunately for you, you have a fight - and no generic RKO sporting techy is going to take away my opportunity.

Reece, you have just met your last, and final chance to earn a shot at the Internet Title - And this company is just about to see, through mine ... but mostly your ... simple example of what happens when they screw off the wrong person. And as long as your fate is in my hands, Reece Somers, this title shot will be the least of your concerns.

So I say - God Speed, Mr. Morality Enforcer. Good Bye, Mr. Purity. And Farewell, Mr. Virtue - The Heavens have never awaited something so magnificent as this, and personally I just can't let 'em down.

Fusion will be a whole new ball game. I will yet again claim what's mine, and you will yet again falter. History countering Morality just like the good ole' days ...

You're limited Reece, You're limited.

As a slight smirk began to rise on the rosy red cheeks of the Junky One, the camera began to dim. He had spoken his words, and he had repeated his praise. In no way would the Morality Enforce infect his chances for that title shot -and by that old family owned Italian Restaurant in the heart of Mississippi, he would bet his life on it.

This was his game, and although he had been in the P2PW ring a fairly short time - he was more content than ever. Morality would have a new meaning, and Junco would make it.

Blackness filled the lenses, no more was the wooded bench, and no more was Junco.

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[Red Ninja]

Scene opens with Red Ninja leaning up against a chain link fence at night time. Ninja wears a Black Skull Cap, Black Leather Jacket, Black T Shirt and Black Jeans with Black Running Shoes.

Red Ninja:Since I've lost the P2PW Heaveyweight Title people have been asking me, Red Ninja where do you see yourself going, the life of a former champion is a little trickier than some people think. Once you've been at the top, once you've climbed the moutain and you've felt what it can get you, you never imagine when your going to get knocked down. Unfortunately for me I got knocked down off of my mountain and came crashing down to the bottom. Since then I've had a little rocky road trying to pick myself back up. I lost two back to back title matches, it was hard to believe being in big match scenarios for as long as I was I wasn't able to succeed.

Like I said the road back up to the top isn't as easy as I would like to think it is. E2 and Aladdin otherwise known as The Black Tigers have seemingly been able to stick themselves in my way and keep down just a few pegs. As much as I would like to entertain their attempts the truth is I'm getting really fed up with the fact that this company is still going crazy for those two sleeze ball thugs.

And it seems that P2PW has gone through another change, yeah there's apparently no more TNT and Blitz, were back together merged as Fusion. Weird isn't it, but you know if people are going to look back on what was done throught the brand extension era they'll have to pay respects to what was the most dominating title reign of any brand. My legacy is still going stand no matter what happens, and I guess that's what matters the most isn't it. As I look at it with this new company direction it's just another chance for me to prove myself. TNT was my playground for so long but now I get a new horizon, I get this new territory to work my so called magic in the ring, and there's going to be no more of this waiting BS that I've been forced to do in the past, this time I'm taking my momentum, and I'm taking my legacy and I'm making Fusion this new show mine. I've already taken control of show, so how hard can it be to take control of another.

I know that with the shows combining there's some top names who I have to deal with, but see it's been awhile since some of them have been in the ring with me. Sure they might have seen me wrestle on the interbrand Pay Per Views, but they haven't stepped in their with me, there's guys who haven't yet felt the in ring tancity that I've been bringing for a long time now. They hoped that I would stay away, they hoped that TNT and Blitz would be their own entitys for a long long time, oh how things work out don't they. The shows are back together and now they have to deal with me.

Yeah boys, it's time you realize what alot of people have come to know. I'm a mastermind, I'm a man who has left bloodshed and pain in his wake. I'm no longer that honorbound athlete, I'm a man who will do anything to suceed, and if that means that I had to make examples of guys than so fucking be it. It took me so long but I realized that if your not going to the top by reaching out to the lighter side you can take an embrace as you fall into the darkness. I'm a man who's made peace with himself through a baptisim of violence. For each flinch of pain I've invoked I've felt myself getting stronger. For each drop of blood that's dripped away from my opponent I've found myself getting better. In a world of heroes, a strong villian is needed to keep things in balance.

In what's my first Fusion appearance I'm going to show one of those former Blitz boys what I'm about, Spackle looking at you all I can say is what the fuck. Your the guy I've been hearing about, the breakout star, the hell is that about, what the hell is suppossed to be so special about some drugged out pink haired dumbass. Spackle I admit, I've never seen a thing you've done. To me following anything you could have possibly done is nothing but a complete waste of time. Your a goof, but in true P2PW fashion your a goof with a main event spot. For craps sake just when this company can't suprise me anymore they throw me something like that. Fucking company, Spackle you and your buddy NIN Horror made the mistake of trying to get into my face, who the hell do you guys think you are. You don't get in my face, you don't try to act all tough guy with me, you know what I can do, you two have no right to think for one second that your better than me. I hope when I walked out last show and cost you your precious little title match you realized that messing with Red Ninja is the most fatal mistake anyone can make. Spackle you don't know what you've allowed yourself to get involved in. I suggest you sit back and watch some tapes of what I've been doing the last year and a bit, I haven't just been beaten opponents, I've been victimizing them. How's it going to look when you see your blood splattered in those pink faggy ass dreadlocks. Your always going to be just one thing, a sidekick. And your going to be my message to NIN Horor, it's time you learned to be respectful of those better than you.

I don't know what you guys think your doing getting in my way, but Fusion the lesson will be learnt, and if need be it'll be learnt over and over again until my point is proven. You don't fuck with Red motherfucking Ninja. Spackle welcome to hell.

Scene ends

[Keith Williams]

The scene opens in the lockerroom of the Internet Champion Keith Williams. He is already dressed in his wrestling gear. He is sitting on one of the benches that litter the lockerrom area. On one side of him sits a can of polish, on his other side rests a bottle of beer. Laying in his lap is the Internet championship belt. Keith reaches for a cloth that is draped over the bench. He dips the cloth in the can of polish.

He begins to slowly wipe the polish onto the title belt. While he is doing this, crack fusion reporter Summer Annesley steps into the room. She approaches Keith with a microphone in her hand.

Summer:
Keith, might I have your thoughts on tonights match?

Keith doesn't even bother to look up when Summer asks the question. Keith just continues to polish the internet title. A few awkward moments pass by. Summer begins to appear unnerved by the lack of response to her question.

Summer:
Um..Keith, I was wondering if you could tell the people at home what is going thru your mind as you prepare to defend your title against Rage and Executioner.

After a moment Keith slowly raises his head. He reaches up and grabs Summers wrist, forcing her to lower the mic to his level

Keith Williams:
You really want to know my thoughts huh Summer? You wanna know what is swirling around in this head of mine? How my mind is replaying last weeks match over and over again? How I came within a eyelash of becoming the first dual champion in P2P history?

You see last week was to be the crowning achievement of my short career here in P2P. Just shy of my 1 year anniversary and capture the TNT world heavyweight title. I mean how difficult could it be? Defeat a man that I have already defeated for the world title.

Headlining the very first Fusion. Can Reaper said that? Can Scream? Sure Reaper made a impact last week, and tonight he is benefiting for it. But you see he is facing the wrong man. He should be facing me. I had E2 defeated, but really my lost last week was entirely my fault. I was looking past E2 and thinking ahead to facing Reaper.

And how am I rewarded for my match last week? Do I get a rematch? Perhaps a #1 contenders match? No! Micko decided to drop me from main eventing Fusion to opening it this week.

And on top of that, its to be a triple threat. But hey no big deal right? I gone thru 10 wrestlers in one match before and walked out with my hand raised in victory. How hard can facing 2 be right? I mean, my god Micko, why didn't you just put me in a match against Fizz? Shes about the same level of talent as the two clowns I am facing tonight.

Rage....a relatively unknown in the sports entertainment business. I've been reading up on you..

Keith reaches into his coat pocket and produces some papers that are neatly folded and stapled together. Keith opens up the folded papers and begins to read

Keith Williams:
6 ft 2, 235 pounds, hails from Sapporo Japan, technical with mixed martial arts background. Impressive. But you see Rage, I have been in the ring against all kinds. I faced technical wrestlers, brawlers, submission experts and a few mma style wrestlers. It don't matter to me what style you have, I defeat them all the same.

But you see Rage, there is something in these papers that I found to be most interesting. Here let me find it. It should take a moment.

Keith skims thru the first page and doesn't appear to find what he is looking for. He flips the page over and starts to read what is written on the second page. Finally he finds what he is looking for and puts his finger on the spot.

Keith Williams:
The latest graduate from The New Japan Dojo was quickly snapped up by P2PW officials, when rumours of his ability began to surface. Rage has yet to wrestle professionally but all who have seen him in action believe he is more than ready to face the best that P2PW has to offer.

Now what struck me about that was this: Rage has yet to wrestle professionally. Do you honestly expect to walk into that ring tonight and win a title the first time out? Son you are going to be more worried about the butterflies in your stomach then actually winning a damn match. Sure you may have some high flying moves like most Japanese wrestlers have, but you don't have the experience to know when to use them. You see Rage, tonight you will get a class in wrestling 101 and I will be your professor.

But enough about the rookie. Its time I discuss my other opponent for this evening, Executioner. I saw your little promo earlier. Thought I was watching a damn comedy act. You actually believe you have a shot tonight? That I should prepare myself for judgment? Kid, I have had bigger and badder men then you tell me the same things. But you know what? I am still here standing. And sporting a title. Can you say that? Oh sorry no you can't.

Now Executioner, I want you to take lots of pictures tonight. Have your little fan base tape the show. Make sure that you have plenty of mementos from this evening.Cause you see, this is the closest you ever get to my internet title. After tonight, you be lucky if you get a shot at JT and his belt.

Now you have my thoughts on tonight Summer. Get the hell out of my lockerroom!

Keith gets up and escorts Summer out of the room and closes the door behind her. Summer then turns around and looks at the camera

Summer Annesley:
This has been Summer Annesley with your inside look into the mind of the internet champion prior to a title defense. Back to you in the studio.

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Opps. Almost forgot to vote.

Keith Williams
Red Ninja
A tough one to call but I think Reece might just win that match
Reaper since E2 has left P2PW.

[Aladdin]

The scene opens up with the camera on night vision mode. The camera is moving, bouncing up and down with each step. The floor must be bumpy. As the cameraman walks, he pans around the camera, showing a woody area, trees all around. The cameraman seems to be following someone.

Voice: This way….

The cameraman takes a sharp right, through a bunch of hedges, before suddenly stopping. He seems quite shocked by the sudden halt and looks up at the person who he’s following. It’s revealed that the person leading him is the P2PW Rage Champion, Aladdin.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Alright man, you gotta keep up now, I’m gonna pick up the pace now. Before I got to where we’re headed, I may as well address a few other things while we’re on the move. Cool?

The cameraman nods and the two quickly head off.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I guess the first thing I’ve got to say is that I’ve got to take my hat off to Red Ninja. I really do. He gave me one hell of a fight. Now, that’s enough praise for you. I told you I’m the best and I proved it when I made you tap. I am the undisputed MVP of TNT and champion of the company. I am the champion of champions. I am the top man in this company and no-one can dispute that fact. For it is just that. Fact. I don’t like; I don’t need to. The number one man in the company is the holder of the Rage Title, and not one person can argue against that.

Aladdin pauses while he takes a new direction.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: So, me being the number one man in the company, I should in theory hold the main title in the company. Well, that’s exactly what will happen soon enough. The people wanted it and I made sure it would happen, by beating Trent Acid last week for the number one contendership. Trent, what can I say? You gave me a run for my money? You really surprised me? You put up a great fight? Errrr…..well, no. I can’t say any of those, because simply and I don’t mean to be rude…..actually, yeah, I do mean to be rude, I do mean to offend you. It was a piece of cake. A walk in the park. Let me put that simply for you, you uneducated thug, it was easy as hell to put you away. I couldn’t give a fuck if I’m supposed to put “over” other talent, and I know that you and Elijah are tight, I honestly don’t give a fuck. You’re shit, mate. Fucking bollocks. Why everyone thinks so highly of you, I will never know. Oh, and just in case you want to bring up a technicality and try to save face, yes, I won by disqualification, but the whole world knows I had you down for the three before Stare got involved. You didn’t have a chance of kicking out. And, if anyone thinks I’m being too harsh, well fuck you. I have two reasons to be harsh towards this curtain jerker. Number one, they fucker touched my title. And two, I simply couldn’t give a fuck anymore.

Aladdin pauses momentarily again.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I brought up two people just then, who I need to talk about. First Stare. What can I say? You’re a fag. You’re an ugly no talent pussy. Those two Stareshots, they hurt, sure. But seriously, are you that much of a pussy that you can’t just meet me face to face in the ring to settle our differences? Well, I guess that’s not a possibility anymore anyway, what with you being Micko’s man slave now. But don’t worry, I’ll get you back at some point. I owe you two now, don’t I? Now Elijah, you’re my second talking point. What can I say? You fucked up and now you’re paying for it. Some partner, huh? You really had my back, didn’t you, that’s why you left after all. Well, I know there’s a chance that you may return tonight for your match, but I don’t care anymore. Black Tiger is done, and the whole world sees who the backbone of that team was. What? You surprised that I’m talking like this to you? You shouldn’t be. Like I could really care what you think, nigga. Your departure to me just gives me opportunity to step up. Not that I needed you to leave for me to do so, I just makes it easier since there’s no big mouth yapping about how he deserves to be in the main event, and the only way for him to shut up is for management to grant him his wish, however unfair it is. There’s nothing holding me back now, no friends, no partners, no nothing. Not even this title can hold me back any longer. My P2PW Title run is coming very soon…….but now onto business at hand.

Aladdin stops as does the cameraman. The camera pans around, showing two cages, one with a wolf in it and the other with a tiger. It’s obviously very dark and the cages are covers by thick forest, but its area is very much clear.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: We’re here. Now, tonight I defend my title against a man I’ve never faced before but who has done something to anger me. Something to get my blood boiling, to increase my blood pressure. That man is the lone wolf, Cactus.

With that said, Aladdin introduces the wolf.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Meet Cactus.

The wolf, Cactus, is howling and barking like crazy, pacing back and forth in its cage. It is salivating from it’s mouth and has an evil mysterious look in its eyes.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now meet Aladdin.

Aladdin takes us over to the other cage and shows us the tiger, Aladdin. The Tiger is pretty calm although it walks around and growls whenever it looks at the wolf. Fearlessly Aladdin puts his arm through the cage and strokes the tiger on the head.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: These animals haven’t been fed in 2 days. They’re both pretty pissed off, and damn hungry. So, excuse them if they get a bit noisy. There is a point to them, but they’ll come into things a bit later. It’ll definitely be something to wait for.

Aladdin moves over into the middle of both cages.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Cactus, you did something you should have never done. You should have been smarter. You laid your hands on my cousin, Vegeta and ruined his farewell match at Payback. But that’s not the important part. What really matters is that you beat down and bloodied him. You made him bleed, and by doing so you made me bleed. You drew the blood of my family. Bad move. Now, I know that you didn’t just single out, and you can say that all you want to try and calm me down and minimise your pain, but it won’t work because I couldn’t care less if you killed the others. You touched him, so you die. You will feel the pain that you made him feel. You will feel the grief that you made my family feel. You will feel the embarrassment that you made Vegeta feel. And you will feel the torture of my Caged Animal submission, just like all of my opponents have.

Aladdin pauses momentarily as he looks at his Rage Title belt.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Oh, and this match is for the Rage Title. Meh. Like it really matters. It’s simply a formality, Cactus. You have zero chance of winning this match, even taking away the personal edge. You really are an overrated loser. How you’ve main evented PPVs is just astonishing to me. I mean, when have you ever proven that you’ve been able to hang with the big boys? And don’t throw your win against Stare in my face or anyone else in that circumstance. First of all, Stare lost to The Fizz, and secondly he wasn’t “all there” and you know what I mean. You’re shit, mate. Just shit. There are no two way about it. You suck. You’re in JT Blade’s leagues and that’s pretty damn low. You can try all you want to try and re-invent yourself and say that the old Cactus is returning but why bother. You weren’t anything then. If you had any success then, it’s only because the competition back then was so thin. Don’t act like you’re some sort of legend or force or veteran. You’re nothing more than a glorified jobber who happened to kill someone. How exactly did that happen anyhow? Did he watch one of your matches or something? God knows I couldn’t take that. So be realistic Cactus, just turn up and let me be done with you in a few seconds. It won’t take long, just like your highlight reel. Seriously, what have you done? You won the International Title, but it’s not like you really beat anyone for it. You didn’t display any skill, you won it because of, how shall I put it, “backstage support”. You’ve even teamed up with a bunch of talent, my former partner being one of them. Did you even do anything with him? Win any tag titles? No. What a surprise. Guess what? I won the tag titles with Vegeta months before you even got your shot. But, now you’re back to being on your own and you’re looking for more gold. You’re back to being the “Lone Wolf”. Mate, ever wonder why Wolves hunt in packs? It’s because they’re retarded shitty weak dogs who can’t cut it out on their own. They need someone else to do the work for them, and that’s you right down to a “T”. Lone Wolf, you’re simply not made for this, you can’t cut it, it’s just the order of nature. Tonight, not only do I get some revenge, but I expose you for what you are. A jobber. I’ll give you some advice, don’t come into this match with high hope of winning the title, because you’ll just be even more devastated when I send you packing. It’s not going to happen, Cactus. You’re not a challenge. You’re not even a warm up. You’re not even a footnote on my career. You’re nothing. You are bullshit. So enjoy yourself, because when we meet in the wrong, you’ll be far from enjoying your experience. You’ll be ticked of endangered species list.

Aladdin gets some keys out of his pocket.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, just in case that wasn’t good enough. Allow me to show you symbolism at it’s best. This is probably illegal, but whatever…..enjoy the show, I know I will.

Aladdin walks over to the tiger’s cage and opens it up. He directs him towards the other cage, which he uses another key to open. The tiger walks right into it and is ambushed by the wolf. But straight away the tiger throws the wolf off with its superior strength. The tiger pounces on the wolf and starts to claw away and bite at its neck. The wolf manages to get up, but is obviously in pain and bloodied. The wolf runs towards the tiger once again, who simply waits for it. The tiger uses its huge paw to hit away the wolf before quickly going for the kill as it bites the jugular of the wolf, surely killing it. The tiger throws the wolf down and roars triumphantly as Aladdin can be seen in the background smiling. The scene ends with a great visual of the tiger in the forefront and Aladdin behind.

[Your Morality Enforcer]

Votes:
Keith Williams
Red Ninja
Reece Somers
Soul Reaper

Promo:

[Open on the merry green hills of England, or to be more precise, the lifeless grey city life that pollutes the modern country. In a futile attempt to rouse national pride, a mild presentation of great Englishmen of the current era has been created, although the turnout would be later politely described as “disappointing”. England Expects… And receives only mediocrity. But among the wannabe writers, the no-names and has-beens sits the Morality Enforcer. Cold due to the brittle winds scorching his hands as he waited over and over between speeches, as every Englishman with some name value tries to word what the country means to him rises to the podium and flounders. By the seventh Dragon-slaying analogy has come out the mouth of the latest reality television reject, Reece slips off. Walking the streets of this seemingly forgotten town, he sees desolation. He sees a country on its last legs. He sees a closed theatre, and this is where Reece begins]

Reece Somers:
Beautiful, isn’t it? Well, it was beautiful at any rate, but you leave anything resembling gold in this area out on display and it’ll be gone by the first act. But in a way, the destruction of the one art form this country is renowned for serves as a real poignant reminder. But what killed English Theatre, in my humble yet informed opinion? Why, it was when every single playwright felt they were somehow above the system and decided to defy convention. Rebel against the rules of theatre and break boundaries. Damn the audience, they said, this is art and they’re the observers. Seems they forgot who paid their bills. For most people, wrestling is simply a way of paying the bills. For me, that is not the case. For Junco, I also doubt that to be the case. We’re artists on the biggest and most expressive canvas in the world. We paint pictures that no mere paintbrush-wielder could hope to compete with. There is no doubt that in this aspect, myself and Mr. Junky share a common ideology. But just like theatre, Junco has decided to challenge the conventions and unspoken code of the wrestling ring. Junco, just like the mighty beast that has fallen, wants to break as many traditions as possible. He wants to confuse his captive audience. He wants them to see what’s happening but not ever feel a part of it.

Junco Junky, for the lack of a better term, is breaking new ground in the field of stupidity. The methods he attempts to challenge are ones that have been used and perfected by the greats of this sport. Junco can choose to throw his vulgar insults at me in a small, quiet voice. He can sling his mud in a loud, commanding voice. He can switch between reality and fantasy with effortless ease… Well, Junco, that’s going to be useful when I break you out of this fool’s dream where you somehow believe you stand a hope in hell of defeating the Morality Enforcer. I could choose to take apart your name, but it’s meaningless. Your name is some sort of reference to a glorified crack addiction, but that’s not the heart of the matter at all. Because I look around on the sodden fields of England, and see every day a new social taboo weakened. The impact lessened to the point it’s comical. We’ve got comedians throwing around swear words for a cheap laugh, we have girls stripping on our televisions for the amusement of some sick freak who tapes it and then plays it back, in slow motion, to the sound of crickets in the dark. As a society, we’ve let ourselves go, and it is because of “visionaries” like Junco Junky, who took established ideals and flaunted them. Who, just because he wanted to make people gasp that one time, weakens the entire moral fabric of Western civilisation.

And you question my role in this match. You seem confused on what exactly a Morality Enforcer is, having these weird images of a Bible-basher running around forcing his faith onto other people. That, Junco, is a lie. I’m a man of no religion; I have forsaken any belief in false idols and in my own perception, which includes the being people refer to as God. By all means, let blind faith dictate how you live your life, no doubt that while the majority of people feared a life in the fiery pits of Hell they had some decency. I both admire and pity those who have faith in an ultimate power that guides their destinies. They give life meaning, they give life purpose… But they give it the wrong purpose. I’m a firm believer that man must create his own destiny and his own future, and no higher power will hand this down to him. And those who have sought to do that have found the answers to the unanswered questions and have improved our lives. They questioned old conventions, but came up with a constructive response. All we get now is hidden meanings and ambiguous word play, that may mean this or that but most likely holds no meaning at all. Junco, you are not leading a revolution. You are not changing the way wrestling works. All you have, Junco Junky, is your anarchic values that isolates you from everyone else.

And that is why you cannot face Keith Williams or compete for the Internet Title. Now, needless to say, myself and Keith still have unfinished issues. As you say, though, why would a Morality Enforcer be so interested in the Internet Championship? Remember my position, I shape and mould the idea and concept of morality and virtue, and there is no bigger den of sin and corruption that the online world. Just like you, Junco Junky, there are thousands of people who challenge the very social structures this society is formed on. They trade tolerance with hatred, modesty with vulgarity and honour with greed. The internet would be an ideal place for you to represent, Junco Junky, because it’s filled with the lowlifes and scum you would love to lead on a merry dance with your ultimately fruitless tales.

No, I will prevail over you, Junco Junky, and I will take the first step on claiming p2pw gold. And while I’ve taken on people who have had open admittance to habits and actions that were highly negative, like e2’s drink problem, or _the j-man’s drug addictions, you are possibly the most dangerous man a Morality Enforcer could face. You’re cunning; your corruption is one of subtlety in the name of improvement, in the name of self-realisation. You don’t come out clutching beer or pot, but you hurt the cause I’m trying to bring back into our community, and that’s why you are right up there. I’m Reece Somers, Junco Junky, and you’ll do well to remember that. Because I am the living embodiment of convention, of the rules and of the boundaries, and know this: You will not persist on your assaults any longer. We have a new dawn, and on its sunrise will ride the man of morality. And you will know, Junco, that you have finally been contained.

[On this line, Reece turns around to look at the stage, still hopelessly trying to present an image of English pride. The last guy on was Welsh. Reece shakes his head and slowly turns to leave, pausing only in the harsh wind as it rips the English flag right off the stage and it flutters pathetically behind the Morality Enforcer]

[RAGE]

The screen fades to black…


Dead air lingers…


A quiet, yet purposeful voice creeps in to break the silence.

Voice-over: The end is here…The end is here…Run…Hide…Fight…It makes no difference. Can you hear it coming, Executioner? Can you hear its footsteps echoing behind you, Keith? The end is here to take you.

The screen slowly fades into view. The image is of Keith Williams setting up E2 for the Perfect Plex, only for E2 to counter with a school boy pin for the win. The screen lingers on the shot of Keith Williams sitting up and holding his head in despair.

Voice-over: There… That split second… I hope you remember it well, Keith. The world was yours for the taking. Yet you managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Remember that second, Keith. Remember it well. Savour the taste. Embrace it. Cherish it. Keep it close. Because after tonight, there will be nothing. I’m not here to defeat you. I’m here to orchestrate your end. Once that bell rings, that moment will seem like sweet bliss in comparison to what awaits you.

The screen fades to black and once again lingers. A drum roll comes in at low volume. The drum roll of an execution.

Voice-over: The Executioner. The black hood with the black heart. Unmerciful. Cold. Brutal. Remorseless. This is everything you’re supposed to be. And yet, you fail miserably.

The screen fades into view, bringing with it the black and white image of Executioner walking to the ring in slow motion. The drum roll picks up in tempo and volume as he approaches the ring.

Voice-over: Pull on that black hood. Pull it on and hide the fear that screams in your eyes every time the hood slowly drops down your face.

The drum roll reaches it peak. The sound of it, like a machine gun.

Voice-over: Walk that aisle. Hide your fear. Cower from the truth. Once that bell rings, I will show you everything you should be and everything that you’re not. And in that one moment between the agony and the ecstasy, you will thank me for showing you the way to your end. Because you no longer have to live a lie.

The drum roll stops, suddenly and violently. And the screen snaps to black once again.

Silence lingers once more…

The sound of birds singing shines through the darkness. The rising sun fades into view. The image of a Japanese town rises up. The bird songs are soon taken over by the sound of the hustle and bustle of a busy town. High pitched car horns beep. A cauldron of voices, day to day sounds and life all merge together in one continuous drone. We are taken into the town. The streets are crowded with shops, market stalls and hundreds of Japanese people going about their day. There is something slightly off about the picture. It seems to be from about 60 years ago. Approaching towards the camera is Rage. Head bowed but eyes set straight ahead. He walks through people with ease, like they aren’t there and they fail to notice his presence.

Rage: Rookies. Unproven. Unpredictable. Easy to pay no mind to. Nothing to fear. Nothing for them to take.

A quiet, high pitched whistle is heard.

Rage: I know what they think. I can see it in their eyes. I’m just a rookie. An after thought. A side salad. A “Who gives a fuck about him?!” That is the mistake that will be your downfall.

The whistling sound is getting louder but its pitch begins to lower. People in the street start to look up.

Rage: My ancestors committed the same sin. They paid no mind to a “rookie”. How bad can it be? What’s the worst that can happen? We’ve been through worse and come through the other side stronger than ever.

Rage stops walking. Lowers his head and closes his eyes. The bomb hits the ground and a massive explosion rips through everything. People are immediately reduced to ash. Buildings vaporise in an instant. Everything is destroyed in the blast that never seems to end. All except Rage, who stands head bowed, unmoved. Finally the deafening roar of the blast increases and Rage is consumed by the flame. The screen fades to black…

Rage (Voice-over): That painful lesson was a lesson well learned. Never underestimate what you do not know. Never disregard the unproven. Because if you do, you will meet your end.

The camera fades into view and we see Rage sitting down on the bench in his darkened changing room, slowly and methodically wrapping tape around his hands. His eyes cold and firm, behind his mask.

Rage (Voice-over): For years now, I have known this to be my destiny. And sure enough, here I am. This isn’t just my destiny; this destiny is shared with everyone. Me being here has started a chain reaction. However silent it may seem now, my name echoes through the corridors of P2PW. One by one, they will hear. One by one, they will have to heed its call. One by one they will fall.

Rage punches his hand to test the tightness of the wrapped tape. He repeats it with his other hand. He gets up, raises his hood and walks out of the dressing room. The camera follows him, as he walks through the corridor. The camera backs up as Rage walks towards it. He looks dead on at the camera from underneath his hood. The dim lighting, the shadow cast by the hood and the mask only reveal part of face. His eyes shine bright through the shadow.

Rage: One by one they will fall. Champions. Legends. Phenoms. Superstars. Good guys. Bad guys. Who they are and what they do holds no interest to me. They will all end up the same. Joined together by fate. Keith…Your precious title means nothing to me. Your dismissive nature of me fascinates me more. The whole world will watch me leave you drowning in your own blood. A broken, beaten, bloodied red face for a broken, beaten, bloodied red neck. If by doing that, the Internet title is placed around my waist then so be it. But one thing is for certain, you’ll never underestimate a rookie again. And Executioner, I will take you kicking and screaming along for the ride. In the midst of your bones breaking, muscles tearing and tendons snapping, you’ll have your first near life experience. And the part of you that knows you’re a lie, will forever thank me.

I am the end. The end of you. Them. Everyone who stands in my way. I’m the last gasp of every dying man. The last ray of sunshine before the darkness takes over. The last second before midnight. The full stop at the end of every great story. Keith and Executioner, you have reached yours.

I am Rage. I am the end. Keith and Executioner…You are my beginning.

Rage walks directly into the camera, covering the screen with darkness.

[Reaper]

We open to a lockerroom, empty, lights on. The lighting guy setting up a spotlight and cameraman standing in front of the camera making sure its level and in the right direction. The cameraman looks over to the lighting man and begins some idle conversation.

"Hey man, I heard that E2 dude got all emotional and walked out of a meeting with the bosses the other day. He may not be around much after this show."

"Oh yeah? Well I heard he just up and quit right after that only to come back a few days later acting like a little baby. Things certainly aren't sounding good for him though."

"Well whatever the deal is, I just hope the higher ups don't take it out on the rest of us. We had nothing to do with it, and I could care less what happens with these performers as long as I get my check."

"I hear ya man, sometimes I think some of these guys are fuckin drama queens. Just do your job and shut up...its not so hard.

Soul Reaper walks into the room, and sets his bag on the bench and the cameraman talks to Reaper.

"Alright man, lets do this one liner and get this thing done. In and out and its done."

"First off, dipshit, I could have you fired without warning. Secondly, never tell me what to do. Don't hold that fuckin script up at me, I know what it says, asshole, I wrote it. You better learn, punk, I do what I want and I do it whenever I feel the urge. So you and your butt buddy just make sure everything is peachy and I'll do what I paid.... quite well... to do. Got it... good. Now finish setting up your stuff and I'll make sure the people that run the place know you guys are the best we got.

The two men get their things in order and take a final look at how it looks and are satisfied with it, and they signal for Reaper that they are ready whenever he is. Reaper adjusts his neck and takes a couple of breaths and then looks to the camera.

"Alright, here's the deal, I was supposed to come on here, smirk, and say '...the fuck is E2?' and then let the camera cut to the next thing.... but I've decided that I don't want to do that. No. I'd rather address this the proper way, because well.. why the fuck not? So lets take a look at the situation here shall we? I'm getting my first crack at the P2PW Championship. The former TNT's top title. A title that was held by my friend, Ninja, for a long goddamn time. A title that was basically taken away from him by half ass competitor that was shoved down your throat because nobody thought to give Aladdin a title shot. E2 did everything he had to do to MAKE people notice that he was still alive, including being part of the creative team, backstage here. Had it not been for that, nobody would have given him much thought at being a World champion, because lets face it, his Internet title runs were lackluster at the very best. He had one the most over tag teams, thanks to Cactus, and yet they couldn't get their hands on the tag gold before it was retired. Why did they not get the tag gold you ask? Because one half of that team loved to play the controversy card A LITTLE TOO OFTEN. Sure it could be fun and somewhat exciting if done in bits and pieces, but oh no my friends... E2 thought it was the end all and be all of what we do. Basically, he was the Vince Russo of P2PW. He always had one foot in bounds of the rules, just ENOUGH to not get fired, but the rest of him was WAY outside the line and people got tired of it. Plain and simple.

After that, BOOM, we draft. That team splits up and E2 gets the internet title.. only to lose it and then regain it and hold it... and hold it...and hold it. Defenses were minute, rare in occurrance. And then BOOM he loses it. We all laugh and joke and have fun. We figure now he's got no title, so he'll be working his way up the ranks again, right? NO! He gets hotshotted into Red Ninja and he wound up getting the gold. Funny way of going about things really, but overall, we let it slide. Because we knew that once he started having to actually work to keep the top spot, he would crack like an egg. Low and behold I'm still holding on to this little number 1 contender for whatever I want card... so I finally decide, 'Hey, let me cut this kid a break and give him the match he's been bitching about wanting for over a fucking year.' So finally it was set. There was no way for him to try and curve the words of everyone trying to make it look like I was ducking him and trying to be the big shot by saying that I was scared of him or whatever other bunch of bullshit he wanted to spew. FINALLY, E2 vs. Reaper was gonna go down.... BUT OH FUCK!! E2 had a bitchfit. A backstage bitchfit that he just couldn't keep to himself because he never thinks before he opens his big lipped mouth. So what happens.... he walked the fuck out on us... he walked out and then tried to come back by hoping things were smoothed over and for the most part.. they were. We figured he'd be back, we wouldn't say shit if he didn't say shit...but guess who couldn't shut the fuck up... thats right. E2. And so, instead of being a man about things and either coming back and being civil or quitting and telling us to stick it, he had another bitchfit and got his THROWN THE FUCK OUT.

So here I am, fighting E2 for the P2PW Championship and being the only person to hold titles on both brands at the same time. And I'm not going to walk in and think it'll be easy, because now, the big moron has NOTHING to lose. He is going to want to fight me.. a fight, NOT a wrestling match, a FUCKING FIGHT! Bare fists, blood, throws, drops, a street fight for a championship. I'm going in there and I'm going to make sure he doesn't find a chink in my armor. I'm fighting for not only my own legacy, but also my life, because there is no way he's going to want to drop that belt... ESPECIALLY to me. I know he's coming full throttle, and I know he wants to beat me for his ultimate trophy...but what he doesn't realize is that I'm coming at him faster, I'm coming at him with my pride, respect, dignity and my career...in essence... on the line. And I don't plan on walking out without that belt... I will not be stretchered out of the arena without the prize... no. I will be the one standing when the dust settles. When the rubble is cleared away, his body will lie, broken and bloody, and I will be the survivor. My legacy shall continue... and E2... will be over. His time is up. He is expired... See you in the ring, bitch.

...the fuck are you gonna do about it?"[/color]

Reaper waves the crew to leave his lockerroom as he gets up and takes his gear out of the bag and begins to get ready.

[Reaper]

Keith
Ninja
Junco
Reaper

[Scream]

LOCKED. Thanks for all that posted and voted.