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Post by Scream on Jun 7, 2007 2:15:34 GMT 1
The Road To WrestleFever Ends Here
Live from the SuperDome, Louisiana
![]() [/img The Road To WrestleFever Ends Here
Live from the Louisiana SuperDome, Louisiana [/img] -------------------------- Mick is seen walking in the back as he is approached by Trent Acid. Trent: Hey Mick, I see that you have a Rage Title and no waist to put it on. Mick: That seems so Trent: I have been good this company Mick. Been through the thick and thin but quite honestly what has it done for me lately? Where has been my title shot? Mick: You got a point Trent Trent: I took out Stare not once but twice. Not many people can say that around here and what did I get for it? Not a damn thing.
Mick: I totally agree Trent. That’s why you are the number one contender for the Rage title. A title that you will fight for tonight! Trent: That’s what I’m talking about Mick. It won’t be long till you have a waits to put that title on. Mick continues down the corridor towards the ring and bumps into Cactus and Ninja.Mick: Well, well. Ninja and Cactus. You two made quite a name for yourselves last week. And aligning yourself with Scream? Pretty Impressive. Cactus: It’s all business Mick Ninja: And speaking of business there is a reason we have decided to “stick” together. You see we are all about business and lately business has been good. Cactus: But not that good Ninja: We want gold Mick and well we noticed last week that Al dropped his Rage title. We feel it would be in your best interest to offer Cactus and I a chance at that gold. Mick: You know what? You two are absolutely right. That’s why you two are the number one contenders for the Rage title. A title you will fight for tonight! Ninja and Cactus shake hands and head towards their locker room as Mick continues towards the ring.Reece approaches Mick.Reece: You know what Mick
Mick looks at his watch and then lifts and eyebrow at Reece.Mick: Yes Reece. Reece: I feel it was immoral of Al to just throw that Rage title away last week. In fact…. Mick: Yeah, ok Reece you are the number one contender. A title you will fight for tonight! Reece looks impressed with himself and attempts to pat himself on the back but can’t seem to pat it. He tries again as the camera follows Mick
As Mick makes it to the curtain he bumps into NIN and Junco.NIN: Hey Mick Mick: For Christ sakes already! Yes! You both are number one contenders for the Rage Title. And you’ll be fighting for it tonight.
With that being said. Mick makes it through the curtain as NIN and Junco look at each other in surprise.NIN: I just wanted to know if he had a quarter Junco: Well that didn't make any cents!
NIN looks at Junco and walks aways. He stops looks at Junco again with a disgusted look and leaves again. Junco just shrugs his shoulders and heads towards his locker room.Mick makes his way through the curtain and down the ramp to a huge ovation. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the last Fusion before WrestleFever. And what a night we have in store. Not only do we have a new P2PW Champion
The crowd begins a mixed chant of "Reaper, Reaper," and "the fuck is E2"
Mick: Also, as you know from last week Aladdin will be having his last match at Fever
There a re a chorus of boos
Mick: And in leaving he has dropped his Rage Title….But with endings come new beginnings and tonight there will be a new Rage Champion crowned. Tonight, we will see Trent Acid, Cactus, Red Ninja, Junco Junky, Reece, and NIN face off in a battle royal for the Rage title.
The crowd erupts
Mick: We will also see Rage vs. Executioner. Winner will face Keith Williams for his title at WrestleFever. And oh just to make sure it is fair there will be a special guest ref for this match…Keith Williams himself!
The crowd erupts again
Mick: Also, JT Blade has a special announcement to make and we will have two contract signings. First Scream and Spackle will sign for their World Title match at Fever followed by the signing for the P2PW Title between Al and Reaper. And finally the official WrestleFever card will be announced. Ladies and Gentlemen it’s on!
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TONIGHT'S FUSION CARD
********RAGE TITLE********
BATTLE ROYAL
Trent Acid vs NIN vs Cactus vs Red Ninja vs Junco vs Reece
Last week Aladdin dropped his Rage title as he shocked the wrestling world with news on his retirement. But with endings come new beginnings. Tonight 6 of the best in P2PW will try to stay grounded as they compete in an over the top battle royal. Who will be the last man standing. Who will be the new Rage Champ?
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********SHOT AT INTERNET TITLE AT FEVER********
SINGLES MATCH
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Executioner [/center] Last week Rage almost came up big in his in ring debut against Keith Williams and Executioner. Tonight two of last weeks competitor's meet again with a chance at another title shot on the greatest stage of them all, WrestleFever. But as they battle there will be some paying close attention. Their special guest referee and Internet Champion Keith Williams. Will Keith call it down the line?-------- ********SOUND OFF******** Scream shocked the world aligning himself with the "Freaks of the Industry," last week as they systematically took out NIN and Spackle. What does Spackle have to say as the two will meet in the ring to sign their contract for their Championship match at Fever-------- ********P2PW CHAMPIONSHIP CONTRACT SIGNING******** Last week Reaper shut E2's mouth once and for all and beat him to become the P2PW Champion. On the same night Al tried to steal the spotlight by announcing his retirement and announcing that his last match would be at Fever against Reaper. Two of the best in the business meet for the first time before one's last time---------------------------------------------------- Participants obviously need to promo. Everyone can get voting. Rage Title match is Rage Rules as always. Voting Deadline is June 13th, 8PM |
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Post by Scream on Jun 7, 2007 2:46:03 GMT 1
Realize it is short but a lot is going down this Fusion.
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Post by RAGE on Jun 7, 2007 10:59:07 GMT 1
Votes:
Erm...Me
Promo to follow.
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Post by Red Ninja on Jun 7, 2007 18:41:20 GMT 1
Rage
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Post by juncojunky on Jun 7, 2007 18:52:53 GMT 1
I'm a little confused Scream ... Last week, I beat Reece for the Number 1 Contendership for the Internet title not, Rage Title. I'm not real picky o the situation, but I'm a little confused on what to do with a promo with all this jumbled - up - ness, and what to do with Junco, period.
Unless I'm missing something - Please, help a brother out..
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Post by Aladdin on Jun 7, 2007 20:06:24 GMT 1
Rage
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Jun 7, 2007 21:40:52 GMT 1
Rage
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Post by RAGE on Jun 8, 2007 0:42:23 GMT 1
I'm a little confused Scream ... Last week, I beat Reece for the Number 1 Contendership for the Internet title not, Rage Title. I'm not real picky o the situation, but I'm a little confused on what to do with a promo with all this jumbled - up - ness, and what to do with Junco, period. Unless I'm missing something - Please, help a brother out.. Maybe there's bigger things than the Internet title calling you, Junco. You certainly deserve it. |
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Jun 8, 2007 0:53:32 GMT 1
Rage, AKA, the title I'm about to win.
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Post by Scream on Jun 8, 2007 1:22:52 GMT 1
Executioner.
Junco you got a Rage title shot!!! A Rage title shot!!
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Post by juncojunky on Jun 8, 2007 2:25:13 GMT 1
[IC] It's cool .. I've got the picture, no matter where I go someone's got to find a way to keep me outta 1 title picture, and put me in another with the odds stacked even higher. I gotcha .. either way, it'll be mine. Keith, Reaper, Aladdin -[/IC]
RAGE
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Jun 8, 2007 9:57:32 GMT 1
Rage.
Promo coming...
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Post by Cactus on Jun 8, 2007 12:45:18 GMT 1
Rage,
Also no more banter in here take it to the extra promo thread, promo's and votes in here only
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Post by The Executioner on Jun 9, 2007 2:27:36 GMT 1
Myself.
Promo to come.
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Post by The Great JT on Jun 9, 2007 5:45:53 GMT 1
Rage.
Wait 'til you hear about my upcoming assassination attempt!
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Post by Cactus on Jun 10, 2007 14:02:44 GMT 1
We enter a darkened room, there is only one source of light and that is a bare light bulb, we seem to be in a storage room there are spare ring ropes, and other assorted oddments scattered around the room. Towards the back of the room a figure sits slumped on a metal folding chair, he is situated so that his legs are visible in the light, but his torso is hidden in the shadows, and we can just about make out a towel over his head. The cameraman switches on the light on his camera but a gruff English voice quickly booms out.
Cactus “Switch that fucking light of!”
As quickly as the light came on it shuts of, plunging the room back into darkness.
Cactus “Tonight I have another chance to win the rage title, but this is a little different from last week. Tonight I face 5 other competitors in an over the top rope battle royale. Now a lot of people will be thinking, 5 cactus, but you and red ninja have formed an alliance with Soundscream. You will be thinking that I only really have 4 people to contend with as me and ninja will come in with a game plan.”
Cactus body begins to shake as he suppress a laugh
Cactus “Ask ninja the same question and you will get the same response, if either of us gets the chance, we will throw each other over the tope rope first. Yes we are both members of the freaks of the industry, but this is an alliance formed out of respect, not from friendship, we are together to win things, if that means beating each other to a pulp then so be it.”
Cactus leans back and sparks up a cigarette, takes a hit and carries on talking as the smoke pours from his mouth.
Cactus “Now for me there are 2 unknowns in this match, Junco and Reece, now I have not faced either of these guys before but I have seen what they have done since they came here, and I can tell you. . . .
Cactus takes another hit on his cigarette
. . . they are nothing special. Christ I mean they faced each other last week and I nearly broke my jaw from yawning so much. They looked like a couple of schoolgirls playing wrestling, hell I would have been more entertained if I had painted my locker room and watched it dry. This does not mean I am underestimating them, in a normal match I would beat them like they stole from me, but in a battle royale anything can happen, I mean I could trip over one of them and loose my balance and the other one could capitalise on that and throw me out. More chance of E2 returning though.
Cactus takes another hit, then unscrews a bottle of Gatorade and takes a mouthful.
Cactus “Trent, Trent, Trent, we have crossed paths before and we both bare the scars to prove it, but we have never faced each other for gold. Tonight we will both step it up a notch, but again I am not overly concerned with you. How can I be? You are one of the biggest choke artists on the P2PW roster, yeah you took Stare out, by the way who hasn’t? But you failed to capitalize on it, since then you have been languishing in mid card mediocrity, if you did not have the bond you do with our little fat GM, you would probably be facing someone like The fizz tonight in a dark match to build the crowd up ready for some real entertainment.”
Cactus smokes the last of the cigarette and grinds it out on the floor, he also takes another mouthful of Gatorade before continuing.
Cactus “That leaves The new horror show, now if this match was 6 months ago I would have a little trepidation about going against you, 6 months ago you were the king of the mountain, mostly because your little pink haired fruit was at your side, but oh, how the mighty have fallen. Spackle is the butch to your bitch now, you fell so far down the mountain, Heidi treats you like her bitch. I almost feel sorry for you, almost. You 4 stand between me and the rage title.
Seems like the only competition I have tonight is my fellow freak, but you have all been warned, tonight the freaks of the industry add more gold to the stable."
The opening chords of wait and bleed can be heard filtering down the corridor.
Cactus “Well that’s my cue, now move out of my way, I have a title to win.”
Cactus pushes the cameraman and walks out.
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Jun 10, 2007 21:14:44 GMT 1
PROMO
The arena darkens, and the Zeroin starts flickering, showing black & white clips of the Katrina-battered wards of New Orleans. The crowd falls into a dead silence. "What Does Your Soul Look Like (Part 1): Blue Sky Revisit / Transmission 3" by DJ Shadow plays in the background.
The music cuts and the Zeroin greets Trent at the gates and signs of the now infamously condemned New Orleans 9th Ward. There is no power to the streets, just Trent and the camera light that does little to stricken his silhouette.
Trent: You speak of Rage? No matter how hard you try you can't stop me now!!
Trent looks around as the camera pans with him.
Trent (yelling): NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY YOU CAN'T STOP ME NOW!!!
Zeroin goes dark. Tha arena lights up, and in the middle of the ring stands Trent. The crowd is still in a dead silence.
Trent: With that, one could call it anger, one could call it frustration, but I call it Rage. I call it the Rage Championship. I call it the most grueling challenge in P2PW, just like you all call the cleanup here. It is grueling and arduous.
The crowd erupts in cheers.
Trent: But, comparisons will now be cast aside, as nobody, and I MEAN NOBODY, has put in more work, and gotten virtually nothing to show for it. And now, redemption draws near. Redemption! As one of the few P2PW constants left on the roster. And the only things standing between here and wrestling immortality are the 5 opponents in the ring, and the inevitable challenge for that World Title. Eyes on the prize.
Trent pauses for a second.
Trent: As the time draws near, I can feel the bodies of my opponents tense up. I can feel their mindstates envelop into that of worry, of grief, of fear. And then, as the time draws ever closer, I feel that ever-present worry become acceptance and contentment. I will walk out of here tonight as the Rage Champion, heaving the battered and bloody bodies of my 5 opponents one by one, over the top rope, and on to the floor, where they lie unconscious in their own failure.
The winner is right here bitches! I'm invincible tonight. Cactus, you have the nerve to call me the biggest choke-artist in P2PW history. Trust me when I say that you'll eat those words. Because when I heave you over the top rope and shatter your dreams, and you lie unconscious on the floor, your eyes are gonna roll to the back of your head, and you just might start seeing Kaos. You'll never forget me, and you'll wish you had E2, Scream, and Ninja to stop it.
Speaking of Ninja, the one, Red Ninja, the past his prime ninja.... You know, the ultimate sign of weakness is aligning yourself with your enemies. But, I'll give you one thing....you sir, are patient. Which leads me to wonder if your even focused on this match. Are you still stinging from losing your title to the one person who turned out to be the biggest bitch this company has ever seen? I know that your probably at the lowest of the low right now, as you took a step back and all of a sudden your not the pinnacle of this company anymore, not the top dog anymore. No longer the hot shit. I was expecting your 'A' game tonight, but with that resting on your shoulders, I don't know if that's what we'll get. The only thing I know that you'll get tonight, Ninja, is heaved over the top rope, and onto the floor, to wallow in the squallor that was once greatness. Freaks of the industry, I guess that sounds right, because you and Cactus are P2PW's two biggest groupie bitches.
And that brings me to NIN. Cactus was right about you. You and Spackle switched up. You used to dominate before.... as Reece would just call it immoral and leave it at that, I feel obligated to ask. What happened?
Trent pauses to think about it for a second, and almost hurls.
Trent: .....Nevermind, I'm not so sure I want to know. And then there's Junco, don't think I forgot what you did. Ruining what was a classic match between myself and Keith Williams. I'll be heaving you over the top rope too, and I'll relish a little at the fact that your failure can and will determine my success, and It's nice that your throat will be one of the throats that I step on to become the NEW RAGE CHAMPION!
'Tres Leches' hits, and the crowd erupts in cheers. And Trent walks up the ramp to the entrance. He faces the crowd and signals the belt to be around his waist.
END PROMO
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Post by Red Ninja on Jun 13, 2007 8:26:41 GMT 1
Scene opens with Red Ninja sitting up against a wall. Ninja is wearing a Black Sports Jacket, White Dresshirt and Black Suit Trousers.
Red Ninja:Freaks, is that what I am? That's the label that Soundscream has given our new group, the Freaks of P2PW, maybe I am a freak, I've never been a guy who's done things by the regular norm. Isn't that someone would consider a freak, someone who's different from the rest. I've never wanted to please anyone except myself, could that be what makes me a freak, the fact that I can do my own thing and get away with it time after time. I don't mind be labelled that, it kind of makes me feel like I've truly made my point about who I am. I'm Red Ninja, and do shit my way. And it's gotten me more accolades that I can ever want.
The Rage title, at one time I would have looked down at that belt. Along time ago I held the belt that meant the most, but due to some unfortunate incidents involving a former P2PW wrestler who unfortunately has found himself on the outs of this company I lost it. The last few months that I've had to go without a title belt have been different to say the least. Knowing that gap around my waist where my former belt used to be is still there only drives me crazier and crazier, you don't know how it feels to have something for so long that meant so much power. I like having power, not being to able to have as much as I used to is causing me to have these little mixed emotions, most these emotions just put me in the mood to hurt somebody. If I can't be happy, than you better believe that no one else is going to be.
I'm more than just a wrestler, I'm a mercenary, I'm a man who will do anything to get one step ahead, and if in the process I have to say allign myself with some other people than so be it, take for example my new alliance with Cactus and Soundscream. Alot of people are suprised that the three of us with our collective egos have come together like we have, it's strictly business trust me, I got no real emotional connection to eithier one of those guys, but they have something that I need, they have that killer instinct, they have that little edge, they have that mindset to get things done no matter who's taken out in the process. We have some things in common, but when it comes to who gets what it's anything goes, we've formed a deadly alliance, deadly for those who stand in our way, can you think of anyone honestly better to be teamed with than Scream and Cactus, those two have shown that their willing to bleed buckets and cause pain and suffering for the price of fame. I've always prided myself on being a kind of master strategist, I've always had a plan and I've always had something to back up on, this new alliance is just another master strategy for me, just look at the brilliance of it all, three of P2PW's best come together for the goal of dominance.
Last Fusion when we laid out NIN and Spackle that was just the first strike, that was the wake up call that P2PW there's a new era born, NIN and Spackle your now considered a species ready for extinction. You guys have had your fun but the time for fun is over and now it's time to see if you guys can muster up the guts to look your doom in the face. This is not going to be pretty, with each passing week there's going to be nothing but more pain for you. That title around your waist is misplaced, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of possibly taking it from you. I need my fix, I need that boost again, I'm obsessed with winning titles, fuck I've pretty much done it almost everywhere I've gone. The bullseye is on you now Mr.Horror Show, welcome to Planet Terror.
Now as it goes for the Rage Title, if I can win it at Fusion, it can give me a little juice, I didn't care for it a long time ago, but just the idea of reaping another prize from the sanctity that is this company is good for me. Aladdin it's a shame you decided to hang your boots up, because what was now suppossed to be a gesture of honor has just been an opening for mayhem. When you drift off into the sunset think about the darkness you can allow this place to run into. Taking your title, the thing that made you so proud, your legacy and turning it into my own little play thing brings a smile to my face. It's a shame though that'll I'll never be able to say that could take you one on one, but destroying what you made is good enough for me.
All I have to do is what I've been specializing in, surviving, yeah I survived alot being here, I survived partners, I survived challengers and I've survived hellacious battles. This upcoming Fusion I have to survive again, this time it's the chaotic battle that is a Battle Royal. Battle Royal's are interesting to me, it's one of those matches that shows how truly you can trust someone, which in this case you can't, how are you suppossed to trust anyone who's looking out for themselves. Trust, I never cared much for trust, especially in this sport.
No see, I'm going in like I always do on my own, I'm going to have beat five other wrestlers yes, but when I see who it is I have to fight I get this reassuring feeling deep down. Noone in this match has what it takes to deny me of my latest destiny. Not even Cactus, the man who I'm suppossed to co exist with. We got an agreement that for this match with that an important at stake we won't give a shit if were on the same sides or not. Both of us want that belt, maybe for different reasons but we want it, and were going to do whatever it is we have to do win it. Cactus you can't expect something as trivial as watching each others backs to come between something like a title. We might be partners for now, but if you stand in my way I will show you what I am capable of. Don't get me wrong it won't be personal, but you know the rest.
NIN you've also seemed to find yourself in this match aswell, making it a bit more interesting, who would have thought that, you already have a title and now you get a chance to collect some more, but your going to have to come to terms with the fact that over the next little while I'm going to be taking titles away from you. I'm going to start with the Rage title than finish it off with that belt already around your waist. Get to used to that idea because you don't really have that much of a choice in the matter. You want war, war is here what happened with that beat down was only a taste of what we can do. Who knows maybe you'll be the next retiring champion, only your retirement is not going to be by choice.
Now far as you other guys, Junco, Reece, and Trent,(Ninja shrugs his shoulders) what's the point of you guys being here. Reece I put up with your Morality Enforcer crap once only because you I saw that you could be good in a sort of lackey occupation for me, and you kind of in a way helped me with a few problems. That doesn't mean shit to me though, what you think because you tagged with me some time ago I'm going to be all buddy buddy forever, (Ninja laughs) okay Mr.Enforcer, what Morality am I guilty of offending, morals, who the hell needs morals now adays anyway, what do morals get you, jack shit in my opinion, Reece you can bring any kind of goody morality beliefs to the table, nothing is going to be able to save you from being thrown over the ropes and crashing to the floor.
Trent you want to call me washed up and past my prime, I'm twenty six years old, I've done so much shit you wish you could touch what I've accomplished, I'm in my prime right now, I only get better, your a jealous piece of shit because you realize that no one wants your worthless ass, your nothing, the only thing you have going for you is that you ripped off a name of some indy wrestler. Didn't you try coming after me once, how far did that get you?
Junco, I got nothing for you because your not worth my time.
Six men walk in with hope, one walks out with reality. P2PW get ready for violence.
Scene ends
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Post by Your Morality Enforcer on Jun 13, 2007 17:18:59 GMT 1
Votes:Rage Promo:[We open to a red brick, rather large building stationed some distance from the main city, a building that many have heard about and yet few have ever seen. This is a rehabilitation centre, and its purpose is to either get you off drugs or to allow celebrities caught doing drugs to save face. This place is called the “Silverman Rehabilitation Centre” and is widely praised as one of the top rehab centres in all of America. Standing outside, with a grin that’s too large to be honest, is your Morality Enforcer, Reece Somers, dressed as always in a high-class suit. He takes a few moments to gesture at the building behind him before making a few “disbelief” faces, then finally addressing the purpose of this visit]Reece Somers:My friends, this is a rehabilitation centre, a place you may well have thought was simply invented by the press and celebrity spin doctors to cover popularity damage caused by the latest star of some uninspired and generic Hollywood production. But no, this place is not just for the Lindsay Lohans of the world, this kind of place is available to you, for a sizeable but worthwhile fee. Now, why is your Morality Enforcer here, telling you about this? Quite simple, I spent the last few nights racking my enormous brain, trying to work out the root cause of your hate for my ideas. I considered the fact that Americans hate the truth, surprising how the country has degraded from “Honest Abe” and “I will not tell a lie”… I considered the fact that you just a have a natural, in-built hate for intelligent people, hence why you elected George Bush twice. But then it hit me, and boy did my face go red! The reason you didn’t approve of me was because I was picking up on your faults without showing you the road to self-improvement! So I pulled a few strings and today, your Messiah of Morality will be taking you around the Silverman Rehabilitation Centre, with one Dr. Hamilton. And to add that personal touch so it isn’t too complex for you slower fans out there, I’ll be using examples from my upcoming match for the Rage title. Reece Somers:Now, let us start with our "former hero", Cactus. Sure, if you look around the foul language and rough edges, like you people surely must have, you find a guy loyal to his job and with a desire to put on the best possible match for you people. In fact, it could be said that Cactus might even qualify as a great man… But wait, your Morality Enforcer has a memory which stretches beyond three months. This man is the same one who killed a guy and was subsequently arrested for it. Personally, this steps over chanting USA in support of Canadians; this oversteps booing Vince McMahon after he perished in his tragic automobile demise… This is a murderer, a vicious scum-of-the-earth murderer, yet he is allowed to wrestle alongside great men like myself? Congratulations, p2pw brain trust! And those fans now muttering agreements, remember this: You cheered a murderer like the second coming of Hulk Hogan not long ago. Now, Dr. Hamilton here has informed me there is no area devoted to people who are addicted to violence, which is a shame really, because it would give an accurate portrayal of both Cactus and what is left of his fans. Instead, what have we got here, Dr. Hamilton? Dr. Hamilton:Sex addicts. Psychologists believe that this may either be due to their childhood and they need that feeling of pleasure to feel good about themselves, or a physiological problem where- Reece Somers:I’ll ask you this, Dr. Hamilton. Has it ever occurred to you that sex addiction is nothing more than the effect of putting smut, trash and vile events on our television screens? That they see this sex-infested media and can’t help themselves? That they feel that is what the public demands from them, that that is what society demands from them. And this can be compared to one Trent Acid- Dr. Hamilton:Good segway. Reece Somers:Thanks. Trent Acid, you may think yourself to be this rebel, this anarchist that the fans want to see. Cutting promos in darkened alleys and shouting out typical threats to those who face you. But Trent, you only play the role of a troublemaker for “the man” because that is in fact what the higher-ups want you to do. Being a rebel to society’s expectations sells shirts! But you aren’t redefining anything, Trent, you are just another footnote on a long list of other rebels, anarchists and troublemakers who come six months will be buried in another addition of names. You aren’t a loner against society, you are attempting to be a representation of it by pretending you aren’t, and that sickens me. Dr. Hamilton:Wait… I’m confused. Trent is being a rebel to being a rebel which makes- Reece Somers:No, Trent Acid is being a conformist rebel, get it right. Now, please escort me to the drug addicts, I’ve got a special image that a few p2pw roster members might benefit from. [As Reece and Dr. Hamilton walk along the corridors, Reece continues to talk]Reece Somers:Now, legally, I can’t state this as a fact, but much like _the j-man before him, we all know it to be true, from myself, to Micko who does a bang-up job of looking after his roster by ignoring it to even Janice, the cleaner at nights. Let’s all face it, there is a high chance that NIN Horror, perhaps with or without Spackle by his side, have been smoking what you kids I believe call “the good stuff”. Why? You’d think NIN would look ninety degrees when he may or may not be smoking the drugs he may or may not possess, and see what they’ve done to Spackle. But NIN carries on, because it’s cool to have purple hair, tattoos and smoke drugs. Well, NIN, before you smoke or not smoke that next joint, tell me… Is this cool? [Camera pans to a janitor, fixing some piping in the ceiling. He looks confused at the camera, before breaking into a grin which makes it perfectly obvious he has three teeth in his jaw. Reece, muttering under his breath about incompetent cameramen, pulls the camera around to focus on a skinny kid who is deathly pale]Reece Somers:That, NIN Horror, is the end result of a drug addiction you may or may not have. Look at him, he doesn’t have any muscles anywhere, do you think he could fight a physical specimen like Reece Somers, who has chosen not to engage in such a habit? Of course not, I’d beat him so quick he’d think the world was spinning… Probably from smoking the “wacky tobaccy”. I assure you, there is nothing wacky about his current condition. Nothing wacky whatsoever. [Reece now leads off, with Dr. Hamilton taken by surprise and chasing after him, the camera only managing to follow each door closing on it. We catch a glimpse of signs saying “Alcohol Addiction”, “Anorexia Ward” and “Gaming Addiction”. Reece pauses at the last one to mouth it with a confused expression on his face, before starting to continue onwards. Dr. Hamilton however, grabs him by his jacket, and finally the chase stops]Dr. Hamilton:Mr. Somers, this is quite- Reece Somers:Dr. Hamilton, do you know what the Download festival is? Dr. Hamilton:Why yes, it’s that rock festival “Kerrang” throws every year about this time- Reece Somers:Precisely, three days of sleaze, violence, rampant sex, drug and alcohol consumption… All lead by the figureheads of rock and metal. Has it ever occurred to you that music is an addiction, Dr. Hamilton? It doesn’t do any harm to anything but the eardrums, but leads onto worse things by association. Dr. Hamilton:Mr. Somers, that sounds completely unfounded! I don’t know what the meaning of that was, but I want you to leave. [Reece pulls both the camera and Dr. Hamilton over into a room. A large number of addicts are watching highlights of the festival on a large television]Reece Somers:I’ve often questioned my role in wrestling, Dr. Hamilton. I came into wrestling hoping to cleanse the filth and depravity that seems to infect it daily, and I expected opposition. Can wrestling be an addiction like rock music, which leads onto the drinking, the drugs and the depravity this business is notorious for? I give you two wrestlers, Red Ninja and Junco Junky. A perfect example of a before and after if I’ve ever seen one. Junco Junky, a wrestler who just wants his next fix for his addiction, who is desperate for it, he craves it more than any drug, he is literally a wrestling junky. And you know what else he’s addicted to? Seeing the empty bottle of another beer… I can’t count the number of times we’ve had a live Junco promo and the camera crew have literally managed to wipe the last bits of dirt from the gutter he was lying in. Dr. Hamilton:What is your point, Mr. Somers? Reece Somers:My point is very simple, doctor. You allow someone to indulge in a vice that has corruption and other, more hazardous addictions connected to it, and they invariably end up following that path to self-destruction. And that leaves me at the door of Red Ninja. His morals are questionable at best; he mocks my values and beliefs and actually believes he used me. Please, the one who was used was Ninja, both by myself and this business. I used Ninja at a time where I hadn’t got an ally in this place; he was the only man who I could trust because of a mutual hatred for another group. And what happened to that group? E2 is gone, and Aladdin is on his way. That was a victory for morality, the day E2 was kicked out of the promotion, and it was the one I strived for. Ninja, when the time came, choked to E2. He nearly let E2 walk off with the championship. I took Aladdin to the edge; I was the one who came the closest to being the person to dethrone, admittedly, a great champion. And that pains me to admit that, because he again was in association with an evil, one connected to other evils, E2, but the facts are the facts: He won the belt and he kept the belt until he vacated it. But now what is left for Red Ninja? The business will tire of him and he’ll have nothing left but that bottle of beer and those pain-killing drugs. That is sad, but he has ignored my lessons, and can now only take comfort in the fact when his own spirit breaks, that it may well be a cleaner business because of my actions. And if not… He has a place like this to look forward to, the Silverman Rehabilitation Centre, where they will take the hardline on his addiction and break his habit. Through methods like this… [Despite Dr. Hamilton’s attempts to stop Reece opening a double door at the end of the corridor, he pushes it open and the camera catches a great view of an in-built swimming pool, massage tables, large televisions playing everything from sport to cartoons, buffet tables and tanning booths. We pan to Reece’s face, which is a mixture of shock and revulsion. He closes the doors]Reece Somers:Doctor, it seems that you have a very different perspective on this epidemic than I do. While I want to actually see these men cured, you want to pamper them like some survivors of a great war. I’ve seen enough and I’ll see myself out. [Reece storms off, leaving a confused but relieved Dr. Hamilton in his wake. Reece quickly finds his way out and is back in his starting position]Reece Somers:I believe the choice is clear then. The world needs changing and it is up to me to do it. This Fusion will be a small but firm step towards that goal, when I take five of the world’s future rehab patients and throw them over the top rope to claim the Rage title, a belt I will wear with pride. And then, with the power and respect that title commands, your Morality Enforcer will make sure changes are in place when my opponents arrive to their rehab centres and are treated exactly the way they need to be treated. Tonight, my destiny is clear… Morality is finally getting its chance to shine in the spotlight. [Reece Somers walks off, leaving only Dr. Hamilton to explain to the rest of his staff what just happened. Is the Morality Enforcer an enigma who will save wrestling from its downward spiral and make good on his vow to change the world? The first step towards that question being answered will come this Fusion]
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Post by juncojunky on Jun 13, 2007 19:43:17 GMT 1
Person to Person, Office Buildings – secluded from the rest of the cityscape with a large dark porcelain blue border, and wide white outline. With a diligent camera crew on location, the dark late night setting was placed tightly with a precise wide zoom, carefully capturing the bulk of the buildings outside, it's multiple mirrored layers, and its beautiful citywide outside. Through the once built, decayed, and rebuilt city, the camera recorded the lightest touches around the base of the mysterious location, while once again focusing on it's main target. The Building. Survivor, Capital, Symbol. The Louisiana Wonder stood towering with it's battle scars ready, proud above the rest, with the marking of the tens and twenties of buildings that had transitioned out of it's lonely place. Brandishing it's new P2PW Symbol, it spoke very few words, for this building was built with different intentions that your average piece of architecture. From the ground up, symbolized with communal strength, trust threw the community, and trust in its co-workers, and it’s directors at hand - the windowed building settled with pride, dignity, but continually loomed with a strange local disturbance. But, why this particular setting? After all, fancy words don't make a building, now do they? Maybe with a photographer's point of view - folks really would sit at home, glued to their televisions for fancy literature and free televised views of tons, and tons, of raw steel material, but - No, they settle for what happens on the inside - What truly brings the racy, ravaged wrestling community to its knees. They settle for something surprising. Something that no one expects. It's that rarity, that uncalled for being. That single disturbance that set's it apart, from the millions of indusries before it. With a quick cut and slice, the next visual is placed indoors, in the not so lavish setting of the Booking and Personal Department. Preciseness and fluid motions coming to mind, the camera crew responsible for this particular placement flows with a certain air. The air of a fellow, filled with ... Well ...
Perhaps, some vengeance?
Maybe, some rage at the works with in?
Perhaps, some not so uncalled for suspicion?
But most of all, some one with out a doubt that he has been singled out in the wrestling community. Some one who had gotten ..
SCREWED
That arrogant air slowly floats away as the camera focuses on a much larger target. Catching the P2PW General Manager in his prime, the taker zooms in on the target at hand. Micko walks diligently into the particular office setting, and automatically addresses, the secretary paying very close attention..
Micko:
Margaret.. Honey?
Can you please leave Mr. Junky a message telling him, I won't be attending our meeting this afternoon?
Marge:
Sure Mick, When should I reschedule it too?
Micko:
Is next week, open?
Marge:
Next week is perfectly fine.
Micko:
Great... that helps by the bullet loads
As Micko goes to Marge's desk for a mere second, a loud..
*BOOM!*
Makes it's way into the office setting.
Micko:
Uhh.. What was that?
With the door flinging to the side of him, paper's flying at both ends of the pasty white doorway, a very short tempered Junco Junky made his way into the office picture. Deliberately, swapping office supplies with footsteps, Junco angrily passes Marge's desk gabbing the mandatory red swingline stapler, pointing the ecstatic secretary to the same door that had meanwhile shut, while spraying bolts and hinges.
Now approaching Micko, Junco quickly grasped the big man's tie, as automatic warnings flung from the Manager's mouth.
Micko:
You don't want to do this...
You're only hurting yourself.
Junco ignored the rest, as he attempted to look down on the once known grappler, Mastadon.
Junco:
Damnit Micko!
What the hell's going on!? ... I'm not a fucking goat, you sick sack of shit - you can still fucking talk to me once in awhile!
Micko:
Junco!
That's enough --
Junco:
Shut the fuck up, fruit ball..
Or this swingline's gonna have a new ball to its chain!
....
Junco:
Now, who the hell's in charge of the fucking card?
Who the hell, thought I forfeited my Internet Title, when I signed up for the Rage title shot?!
Micko:
It's not what you think --
Junco:
What the fuck is it then?!
The Superdome's fucking next door, Mick - I've got literally twenty minutes before I go on and I'm literally so fucking confused and fed up with this business, that I'm about to go nuts!
Did you know I secluded myself to P2PW after last weeks contendership match? Did you know, I canceled every solitary shred of my Elite contract, FHT contract, and UWC contract just to focus on the P2PW wrestling industry - that I feel, has shoved a suppository so far up my ass, I can hardly see straight!
Micko:
Okay, Okay...
That's enough; you're embarrassing me and my company now.
Calm down, simmer the language and try to see the big picture! We've got you covered, and I can guarantee --
Junco:
No, Mick.
I don't trust you or the rest of P2PW anymore. Ninja, Cactus, Reece, Trent, The Horror Show - I've seen it.I've seen title shot after title shot, and I've seen damn good opportunities. I've seen those World Champions, I've seen those Internet Champions, I've seen those Rage wannabes, and I've seen those gun runners who have been given the opportunity but haven't closed the deal. Mick, Trust me - I've seen they're whiney ass promos about shots, about titles, and about losing - but in the end of the day they still have one bogus ass booking attempt on at least one P2P piece o' gold. Fuck it, and Fuck you all ... In an Industry where you have JT Blade, JT fuckin Blade as a past Fanatic Champion, who as a matter of fact - can barely get the fans to boo him - and also an industry who supports jobbing off the World Title to Soul Reaper - what the fuck am I suppose to do? Am I suppose to face the Fizz all my career?.. Oh wait, I've already done that.. Am I suppose to hang around the first match segments all my life? .. No, I'll give some respect.. Second Match Segments, Can't forget Snake, Fizz, and Reece-er! Have you even noticed I'm undefeated--
-Don't say anything Mick, Don't say anything!
Yet remain unglorified, in my own regards and everybody else’s?! I'll give you a hint, wait - you don't seem to get hints so I'll say it straight to your face: I know I have never truly been challenged, I know I haven't had the time to show my true potential, and I know I'm not even being listened too - because you hold me back, still, after hours, day, weeks, months, supporting this damn federation, I'm still held back! And to think, I didn't have enough vengeance in my system, enough retribution- you know what the P2PW phone line said to me when I tried to clear up the whole situation? They said, "Be glad! You now have a shot at the Rage Title!" So fuckin what?! I'm put in a situation where the odds are 5-1, and you expect me to be glad that I've gotten a more prestigious title shot? NO! I want the shot that I've worked for and that I've fought for since I've gotten here, MICK! I've put in money here, I've even bled for this title, and now all of a sudden some brown kid wants to quit, so you assume this is my new title shot? Micko:
JUNCO!
Listen ---!!
Junco: Don't talk to me now, Mick O-h It seems we're going to have to do what fits our schedule.. Who, in the end, can't even keep your own appointed date - You unauthorized dictator of an unestablised crock pit. I'd be afraid of taking, this title shot considering your .. our .. personal record, Mick, but eventually enough is enough. I'll take this bogus, cheap, director of up my ass incorporated, bull shit attempt of giving me a title shot, and throw it back in your Champion ass face. To an industry who have given me little, and an industry where I'll give a freakin helluva lot back. I'll beat a Canadian Ninja, a white aligning freak, who's gotten his ass handed to him already by a trash talking, no showing nigger ... I'll murder an already bloodied Cactus, Wolf, Deadman, whatever the fuck you wanna call this fake flim-flam of a fraud ...I'll rape a Whore-er, a backstabbing weasely eyed bum, just waiting for his own shit to hit the fan .. I'll drain this Acid, suffocate his chance for future survival and manipulate him into his own unnatural explosion... And when that single man is left in the ring, turned upside down and waiting for his last breath to be shut off by a barrel of chops and chokeholds - I'll crucify the Morality Enforcer, whose day has come and vanished, and who will meet his messiah sooner than he may believe. And I'll do this all in a fast fluid motion, without really having any personal quarrel or feeling of bitterness towards any of them.. This run, for you and all your corporate bullshit - and if I don't terminate one contract, end at least one career, you can have your fake ass title back, along with all the other rotting, needle pricked, Mary Jane Created corpses that carry the same feelings of disgust with the name of - [glow=red,2,300]Junco Junky[/glow] .... .... ....
Silence, as Micko rests upon the dry wall where Junco has firmly placed him, stapler still in hand. With a disgusted look firmly placed upon his face, Junco continues his hollow stare deep into the skull of Micko. Both stand still, firm, yet still - waiting for the other to make the move.
Micko:
Are you done now? .. Good.
Ya Know, We could always pass your shot along to someone else...
Junco:
You do that, and hell will pay you a very, very unwelcoming visit
Micko:
You can't barge in here, and say that shit without a price..
A smile settles upon the face of Junco Junky, as he loosens the hold on Micko's tie area.
Junco:
Freedom of Speech, Wigger...
BOOM! ... BOOM! ... BOOM!
The door shakes with sudden impact.
Immediately, Security rushes through as Marge quickly points to Junco, the attacker in this scene.
As three security officers raise their pistols forward, Junco turns the other shoulder. Before he realizes Micko has pulled him in for a quick but lethal clothesline.
Micko:
No! There is no freedom of speech when harassing your boss, Mr. Junky!
You will never come into this building or any other P2PW Office Building again, and you will follow the rules that we put together!
You are an employee, Mr. Junky, sometimes your kind forget that..
As Junco brings himself to his feet, he is quickly seized by the security guards and quickly handcuffed.
Micko:
Be lucky you still hold your match.
Hopefully you can find a lawyer, in the next...
Junco spits in the direction of Micko, landing inches before his face. The big guy laughs as the Security Guards shoo him away.
Micko:
You have ten minutes..
Best of luck to your sorry ass!
BASSSTAARRDD---
Arriving in a flash, Junco leaves in a hurry, but it hasn't ever been more necessary.
Camera fading, the frail image of the battle worn brawler dissolves in the distance.
00:09:59 and Counting
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Jun 14, 2007 0:58:38 GMT 1
[glow=blue,2,300]That curse will spread throughout your whole body, bone and flesh alike and finally kill you. Now leave this place at sunrise. Return, and I will kill you. [/glow] *The scene opens up focused down a long, dusty desert highway. A shape appears far off in the distance, and gets closer very fast. Eventually the shape turns into a biker, traveling at breakneck speed with a trail of dust behind it. The biker quickly zips past the camera. The scene cuts to a worn out old gas station, with the biker coming in the distance. The biker slows down and pulls into the station, lightly screeching to a stop. A wall of dust blows into the camera as the man props up his bike, which is a black Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R. The biker is wearing tight black jeans, a black t-shirt with a faded white Jolly Roger, a black leather jacket, black leather gloves, a black bandana around his neck, and a black full-face helmet. The biker takes off the helmet, revealing himself as everyone’s favorite P2PW superstar, NIN Horror. NIN hangs the helmet on one of the handlebars, sits on the seat, and reaches into a jacket pocket. He pulls out a cigarette, puts it in his mouth, lights it, and takes a drag. He looks at the camera and begins speaking. *NIN Horror: As if I’ve never been laid out in the middle of a ring before, whatever. Scream, Cactus, Ninja, poor-show, I’ve had worse. And I’ve given you worse, I ended nearly every Blitz this year by standing on you guys’ necks. But, whatever, it don’t bother me much, it just proves what I’ve been sayin’ for months now, that SoundScream is a little bitch who needs to surround himself with even bigger losers than himself to get ahead in this company. First you added that washed-up, never was Cactus to your posse, and now you’ve added that washed-up, foot-note Red Ninja to your scanty cabal. Whatever, I don’t care, I’ve beaten him before, and I’ll beat him again. Scream, it doesn’t matter how many subordinates you throw at me, I’m coming for MY title, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. *NIN takes another hit and continues. *NIN Horror: Cactus, you’ve been a thorn in my paw for far too long. You are not in my league, you have nothing I want, there is no reason why I should even acknowledge that you exist. Except for the fact that you’ve partnered up with that woman SoundScream. that is the only reason why you’re on my radar, because you’re my enemy’s lackey. You know that right Cactus? You’re only purpose in this company is to protect Scream. You don’t get belts, or big programs, it’s just ‘watch Scream’s back, get Scream’s bags, etc.’ Do you ever get tired of that? Do you get tired of the beatings I have to give you because you stand in for Scream? Because I’m getting tired of you Cactus. I’m getting tired of having to kick your ass from pillar to post every week. Cactus, you’ve been meddling in my business for way too long now, and if you want to continue getting in my way, I’m going to have to dispose of you. Now, I’m probably not going to do it this week, because there’s not much I really care to do in a battle royal, other than throwing your tired old ass over the ropes. But Cactus hear me out, if you want to stay by Scream’s side, I will have to knock you off, and it won’t be pretty. I’ll put you out for good, and I won’t show mercy. Stay out of my business, and maybe I’ll let you keep the use of your legs. *NIN takes another hit, looks at the cigarette, and continues. *NIN Horror: So other than my opponents this week who are old-news, I’m facing two guys for the first time. One of them seems to think he can get over by playing a cartoony CM Punk. ‘Straightedge means I’m better than you’ right Reece? Morality Enforcer? Bah, don’t make me laugh. So you wanted to clean up the business when you became a wrestler? That’s the most ridicules thing I’ve heard all month. Are you Captain Planet? Because even he would have a hard time cleaning up this cesspool industry. Reece, this business bleeds depravity, it’s swamped up to it’s eyeballs in human filth. I’m a vet, I’ve been around the world, to the highest institutions, to the lowliest dives. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen things that would make you fall to your knees in shock and melt your apron melt off! Have I been on the funny medicine express? You bet your ass! I’ve drunken enough hard liquor on-screen to open up a bar. My locker rooms have made Amsterdam look like Disneyland. I’ve don drugs, tobacco, alcohol, gambling, hookers, fraud, theft, embezzlement, sneaky politics, kidnapping………………..murder, baby I’ve been around the block. I’ve done pot, pills, shrooms, coke, horse, e, mesc, peyote, ozone, endo, Henry Kissinger, dust, grass, cid, Adam, boomer, rib, yayo, junk, ket, crank, oxy, cartwheel, jim-jams, gizmos, laffytaffy, uppers, downers, goofballs, you name it I’ve done it. But guess what, I’ve been more successful than your Mr. Clean gimmick will ever be. I drink, I smoke, but I’m not some skinny toothless streetkid. I’ve got a Million Dollar Body, and a Billion Dollar Brain. Any one of my tattoos is good enough to be hung up in the Louvre, what have you got? Nothing, you having nothing to show for your boring career, and even duller life. Yeah sure, maybe your body won’t implode at age 34, but that’s the life I’ve chosen, and I wouldn’t take any off it back. In 26 years, I’ve lived more than you would in 2600. But whatever whatever, That doesn’t matter, what matters is how damn easily I’m going to throw you over the ropes at Fusion. Ya Reece you’re nothing, I neither know nor care what you’ve done here, or elsewhere, but whatever it is, you don’t have a chance of beating me this week, or any other week for that matter. Have fun, well, not having fun. *NIN takes a long drag and throws the cig on the ground. He gets off the bike, and walks off into the station. He returns a few seconds later with a glass bottle Dr. Pepper. He sits back on the bike, twists the cap off the bottle, and takes a drink before continuing. *NIN Horror: So this week I’m getting my first shot at the Rage Title, cool I guess. Sure I’d like to have another belt, but there’s only one that I really want, and I’m gonna get that one back soon, trust me. But if I can get another P2PW belt to keep that one company, well that’s just fine. It’s just unfortunate though, that I’m going to win the Rage Title, without getting to beat Aladdin. A man who’s path I never got to really cross, the closet I got to facing him was when I ran wild over the Blood Pack, but alas, I never got to face him one on one. It’s good for him though, because I would’ve won, thoroughly. But too bad, Al had to pack his bags and retire before he had to face me. I would’ve beaten him and taken his title, but nope, I just get to pick up his old belt now in this little battle royal. Oh well, maybe he’ll come back someday, maybe he’ll grow a pair and give me a match, an exhibition even. But oh well, we’ll just have to see. *NIN takes another drink, and continues. *NIN Horror: Junco Junky and Trent Acid, I’ll do you two quick. I don’t like you two, I don’t care about you two, yada, yada, yada. Look, you two mean nothing to me, you could live or die, and wouldn’t make a difference in my daily schedule. I’m going to throw you both over the top rope, and that’ll be that, you’ll both go back to doing what you do best, and that is ‘whatever’. *NIN takes a sip, and continues. *NIN Horror: So that brings me to Mr. Ninja. Red, you made the biggest mistake of your life last week by joining that coward Scream. I just hope you didn’t join in hopes of getting some kind of revenge against me, you know, for when I embarrassed you 2 years ago. When I pinned your shoulders for the three-count? You remember, I bet you do. I bet it’s been eating at you for all this time. But revenge, Ninja, is an expensive plate, can you afford it? No, jumping me by aligning with Cactus and Scream, Ninja, you just ordered from the wrong restaurant. I was just going to beat you in our match, but now I’m going to have to hurt you. You just had to step into my business didn’t you? Or is it my belts you want? My titles, my trophies, do you want my legacy for yourself? Do you want my CWA World Championship? My ELITE Daredevil Championship? My Rage Championship soon-enough? Are you gonna get tattoos and start using Lariats? Are you gonna bleach out your hair? Ninja, I can’t blame you for being jealous, I can’t blame you for wanting to become me. but the only thing you’re going to do with your hair is comb it over your eyes like your little emo-hero Peter Parker. Because Ninja, now that you’ve gotten on my bad side I’m going to give you plenty to cry about. Ninja I think you’ll find that as time goes on, your sorry attacks will bounce off my chest like spears to a giant robot. Ninja, come at me with everything you got, because I won’t even notice anything less. You can put a bulls eye on me, you can shoot me, but Ninja, I’m Death Proof. Be prepared to find that out, to an agonizing extent! *NIN drinks more of the cola as the scene fades to black... [glow=blue,2,300]Well, I've always thought the law was meant to be interpreted in a lenient manner. 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Post by Scream on Jun 14, 2007 1:21:01 GMT 1
There was some confusion over if the deadline is eastern standard time or not. I guess it should be more specific for the future especially with a lot of newer people. I will leave open till 11:00. This Rage title match will be pretty sick. Awesome promos
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Post by RAGE on Jun 14, 2007 1:57:23 GMT 1
The camera fades in and we're in a darkened room. The camera pans around the empty room. A solitary empty chair stands in the centre of the four dark grey walls. The camera pans around again and when it comes back to the chair, it is now occupied by a hooded figure. The head under the hood rises and we catch a glimpse of Rage's masked face staring intently at the camera. What little light there is the room, gives his face an otherwordly glow.
Rage: As one Fusion ends, another one begins. The path to WrestleFever is almost clear. In the distance I see Keith Williams. Beyond him is distorted and unclear, like an angry, red mist. But it's what lies in front of him that I lock my eyes on and home towards. And that's you Executioner. It's you.
Rage throws his head back, hood dropping down and revealing his masked face.
Rage: I warned you before. Don't underestimate me because I will leave you broken. Do I need to remind you again? I don't think Keith needs reminding. But do you? Did it sink in? Or do you need me to sink my knee into your head to make you realise the truth? Will breaking your skull into pieces, bring the reality of this smashing into the bubble that you surround yourself with? I hope, for your sake, that you're coming into this fully prepared for what you're about to receive.
Rage then breaks out into a smile.
Rage: But then, there's a small, sick part of me that wants you be blind. That wants you to stumble into me. Because I will gladly make you see the truth. And you will know it by the sounds of your joints popping, your bones breaking and your muscles tearing, before darkness descends. I'm not here to beat you, Executioner. I'm here to break you and leave you in the middle of that ring in a busted up, quivering heap. Tonight, I am become what you cannot ever live up to. I will be the Executioner.
Rage looks down again and sits in silence. His eyes glance up again at the camera.
Rage: The Internet Title and Wrestle Fever 3. That's why we're here. That's what this is all about. It's what most people dream about. Fighting for a title at the biggest PPV in Sports Entertainment. Win or lose, you will forever be remembered. It's a chance to make your mark in this industry. These things do not interest me. There’s a bigger picture that will become clearer with time. But I will take great pleasure in taking what you hold so dear. For you, Executioner, it will be your chance to make history. For you, Keith, it will be your gold that you covert so much. This is the last stop to Fever. And it marks your end, Executioner and gives you, Keith, a glimpse of what awaits you in your near future.
Rage stands up suddenly. The chair flies back. He moves quickly towards the camera and the screen goes black.
Rage (Voice-over – Quiet but purposeful) The darkness. The silence. The big nothing that you will never be able to see past. This is what awaits for you, Executioner. This is the end. Your end.
A quick, subliminal flash of Rage’s face flicks across the screen before returning to nothing.
Rage (V.O.) The end justifies the means. And the means of how you’ll arrive here, makes my skin tingle. You will have experienced nothing quite like it before. And you never will again. Whatever remains of you, after I am through, will never be the same again. How will you go on? Broken? Crippled? Or will you finally open your eyes and see the truth. That I am here to save you. I am here to break you and set you free so you can be rebuilt from scratch into something. Something better. Something …beautiful.
The camera pulls back and Rage is walking along a corridor. This time, there’s no darkness or shadow to cover him. The corridor is lit with an unnaturally bright, white light.
Rage: The truth is closer than you think. Its footsteps echo behind you all. Closing in on you with each and every step. Soon you will feel its cold breath on your neck and then it will wrap its arms around you. And in its embrace, you will realise and once it takes you in, you will accept and submit to its will. And while all eyes focus on the Rage title, the footsteps remain unheard. Gaining ground every second. Gaining towards the ultimate goal. And the ultimate truth.
Rage stops dead in the corridor as his eyes burn into the camera.
Rage: When this is all done. When the dust is settled, you will thank me, Executioner. For taking you along for the ride. It will give your life a sense of purpose fulfilled. A feeling that you have achieved something. That will be defeat but for you, and Keith after you, it will be a glorious defeat. A defeat that will leave you better, stronger and wiser than you have ever been before. What has happened before means nothing now. All hopes of what happens in the future rests on now. Your endless hopes are about to turn into a hopeless end. And I am the one to send you there…
The bright light slowly in the distance snaps into darkness towards Rage.
Rage: And why? Because I am the Truth. I am the Hope. I am the Beginning.
The lights quickly black out towards Rage. Darkness is right behind him.
Rage: But to see the light, you have to get through the darkness and shadow. It’s the only way…It’s the only way…So take one more step with me, Executioner. One final, glorious step.
Darkness engulfs Rage and eventually takes all that remains of the bright, white light.
Rage: I am the Darkness. I am the Light. I am the Anger. I am the End. I am the Rage.
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Post by Cactus on Jun 14, 2007 11:15:54 GMT 1
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