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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 1:59:29 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] NIN is seen entering the arena. He enters and takes a quick glimpse at his watch. As his head jerks up he notices someone in front of him. His eyes shrink and he grits his teeth as Scream is standing in font of him with his World Title draped over his shoulder.Scream: Waiting for your girlfriend Spackle? NIN: Girlfriend? Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black. Last time I looked you were the one hanging out with a bunch of bitches. Scream: I sense some hostility Ninny. Could it be this? Scream taps his belt. NIN takes a step closer with a smirk on his faceNIN: You seem pretty smug all of a sudden. You got your Freaks watching your back, hell I wouldn't be surprised if they are watching waiting for your signal to jump me again Scream: Nervous are we? And what about Spackle? Where is your insurance policy? Little surprising that you came here alone considering... NIN: Considering what? That you need a group to fight your war? Scream: My war? And what war would that be? A war with you? A war with Spackle? I have had many battles here but there hasn't been a war yet. NIN: Yet huh. Scream: Yet. I'd be pretty concerned if I were you Ninny. There is strength in numbers you should know that. What is so different between me and you? NIN: Besides what's between my legs? Scream: Cute, real cute. You're a changed man. When I beat you for the title you stole from me I took something more than a title. I took your pride. Not only that but at Fever you'll have to sit and watch as your buddy ole pal headlines the biggest show in the industry. How does that make you feel? NIN glares at Scream in silenceScream: I'd be pretty pissed myself. Especially if Spackle can actually defy the odds and beat me. Could you imagine that? I guess that would make you the lackey! NIN: Thank you. Scream: Thank you? NIN: Yes, thank you. You see I needed this little pep talk to piss me off a bit. You see tonight I will rip through every member of that battle royal. I will dismember any one of those motherfuckers that get in my way. And as I toss each one over the top rope I'll have you in mind. And when I become the Rage champion, I will have you in mind. And I will carry that Rage inside until I get you in that ring again and kill you Scream. Not beat you...kill you. NIN taps Scream's belt and then points his finger in Scream's face. He then fires as if it were a gun and blows on the top of his finger.NIN: Now if you will excuse me. I have some Rage I need to win. NIN heads towards the locker room area as Scream watches. Cactus and Ninja are then seen coming into view. The three men begin to laugh as they head towards the back-------------------------------------------- "Cowboy's From Hell" Hits the PA system. Keith Williams stands firmly planted in the center of the ring, with the Internet Title held high above his head as an abundance of applause sounds through out the Superdome, LIVE in Louisiana. As the Champion, himself, slowly calms down the fans still bulging with pride in his armless, musclebound, referee tunic "New Orleans is Sinking" strikes with another loud, thunderous applause.
As The Executioner quietly comes out, both hands in the air, a very sneaky Rage hits him from behind. With a mixed reaction from the audience inside, Rage quickly drags the Executioner inside the ring with a ravaging limb chop where Keith stands as wide eyed can be.
With a look of rage as well, Keith quickly takes the Japanese wonder by the hand and forces him to the far corner. Exchanging some words with the new recruit, Keith immediately comes back to Executioner, helping him back to his feet. Not allowing things to end up in a stretcher like last week, Referee Williams calls for the start of the match.
********SINGLES MATCH******** Rage vs Executioner (written by junco junky) Moving out of the way, both attempt to collide, Rage pulling with a powerful dropkick, Executioner flying with a spiraling clothesline. As both exchange both positions, with two spectacular misses, they back up and begin to circle each other once again. The Internet Champion clapping his hands together, urging both on - both lock up in a toosy. For a quick few seconds it looks like a fair draw until Execution pulls a left knee into the rib cage of Rage. Positioning him into a tight headlock, Executioner quickly flings him to the ropes. Going for a heavy clothesline, the Execution levels thin air, as Rage makes a miraculous counter by sliding between the big man's legs. Propping himself back up, Executioner looks mighty confused. As Rage taps his shoulder for a small hint, the big man turns around as Rage dropkicks the Executioner's torso. Reeling backwards in pain, Rage goes straight for the opposite turnbuckle. Facing backwards, in a moonsault like maneuver, Rage is quickly spotted. Racing forward Executioner, goes straight for the turnbuckle as Rage drops behind him. With a hard mule kick, Rage goes down. Continuing with a falling elbow drop, on his downed opponent Executioner rallies. Now in a grounded position, Execution looks to execute a traditional headlock. As it's made Keith Williams falls down to the ground as well, to make the call. Locking in with as much muscle bound strength as possible, the Execution gleams as Rage's face paint begins to drip. Covering his face, Rage gets his hands free to club the shoulder of the Executioner. With a bitter attitude, Executioner rakes the eyes of Rage much to Keith's dislike. Braking the hold himself, Keith drags Execution up wards. Playing by the rules, Referee Williams levels each and every one of his words into th Executioner like a finger into silly puddy. As Rage crawls op from the floor, he delivers a decisive low blow to the Executioner. Now, steaming from the ears Keith begins on Rage. Keith: If you continue this, none of you will get your damn title shot at Fever! Whether Micko, Aladdin, or whoever else might bet against me, I'll DQ you right off the bat! Rage smiles, as he gets up and backs away slowly. As the Executioner gathers his belongings, Rage delivers the Myst, A series of low aiming drop kicks, one after another. As Referee Williams, ducks his head outside of the ring ropes mystified with the current move, the outside judge calls it fair. Rage stops once more and aims a deeming smile at Keith. As Rage stands up, he backs himself into the ropes. Execution meets the far side set of ropes, opposite The Submission Deity from Sapporo. Rage fling goes for a suicide dive, as Executioner gets out of the way in the nick of time. Keith merely continues judging as Rage meets the cold steel surface of the side of the ring. Climbing to his feet, Executioner climbs the turnbuckle - a rarity in itself - and lands a diving elbow drop to the surface! Keith lets no emotion get the best of him. After a few seconds go by, he begins the ten count. 1 ... 2... 3... 4... 5... As Keith prods on, Executioner shows a few signs of movement, squirming his legs, and covering his head he begins to move. Rage lies motionless. 6... 7... Executioner gets up from his once sedated state. Grabbing Rage he throws him back into the ring, he follows. Grabbing Rage by the stomach, Executioner signals for the Judgment, the lethal crucifix powerbomb. Sliding a thumb across his throat, he slides Rage between his legs. Lifting Rage upwards and across his back he notices a quick struggle from the Japanese Subbmisionist. Screaming and kicking, Rage still has life left. Still in the crucifix position, Execution stagers back to the ropes, as Rage gains some leverage. Still on his back, Rage goes for the ropes. Maneuvering Execution every which way, Keith looks in awe. Dangling Executioner like a Dope on some Spider Web of Mayhem, Rage manages to lock Executioner in a modified Good Night Tokyo (Tazmission through the Ropes)! Puzzled, and a bit distraught Keith looks back over to the outside judge. Both with a look of confusion, Keith looks deep into the Executioners eyes as he sees a great wail of pain. With his hand struggling to remain steady and his eyes attempting to stay alive .. The Executioner finally begin to tap. Referee Williams calls for the bell. Winner: Rage
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 2:00:25 GMT 1
Scene cuts to the Backstage Area of the Superdome. Red Ninja & Cactus are seen exchanging tactics..
Cactus: So the way I see it, beat the shit outta NIN --
Ninja: Okay.
Cactus: Double team clothesline the next pair of rookies.
Ninja: Alright.
Cactus: Kick the crap outta NIN again --
Ninja: Gotcha...
Cactus: Bloody the wannabe freak for a last time, throw him over..
Ninja: Go on...
Cactus: And wash the Acid out. What goes on from there is fair game, as long as we clear the ring before hand. Sound Good?
Ninja: Yeah, sure - but, why don't we just eliminate Horror first? Wouldn't that be most logical, considering after the second beating - he'll probably be gunning for us?
Cactus raises a finger to the brim of his chin, taking a long pause.
Cactus: Hmm ... Good Point.
Ninja: I like the bloody part though.
Cactus: Me too.
Cactus breaks the silence.
Cactus: We could do a couple non-jock low blows and then stuff our own for a couple iron clad bronco busters?
Ninja: What?! Total Overkill..
Cactus: Dude, how freaky would that be? Pitching that ugly SOB into a corner, knocking him down, crotch to face, and then blood spatter from one end to another. We'd be legends!
Ninja: Exactly, Do you even remember what Scream said?
Cactus: Hmm... Yea, never thought of that.
Ninja: Yeah, it ends with him .. It doesn't die with him.
A hardy chuckle is heard loud and clear as Cactus chips in. Patting his part time partner on the back, Cactus and Ninja walk away still discussing the matter at hand. As they both walk forward, the camera comes to a halt. The angle goes to a wide zoom. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the Camera's lights turn on, Junco appears next to a fleeting Reece Somers.
Junco: Reece ... Reece! Talk to me..!
Reece turns around stopping in his foot tracks.
Junco: Hey, I just wanna talk. I've done a lotta shit, and said a lotta stuff that I want to get off my chest as of late.
Reece: Well, Mr. Junco - I believe Morality comes into play in this little diddy quite a --
Junco: Cut the crap Reece, I'm serious. I don't need this crap right now..
Silencing for a second, The Morality Enforcer looks into the eyes of Junco and opens for a quick second.
Reece: Whatever. Spill.
Junco: As you know I've been in a little trouble lately .. a little of trouble in everything. To cut things short, I just wanted to say that some of my actions didn't necessarily amount to my actual feelings. You know just as everyone else, you've got to make a living no matter what the costs --
Reece shakes his head deliberately.
Junco: Yeah, ya do. Just like last week, I know you do. Again, no hard feelings.
Reece: Continue.
Junco: Tonight I'm asking you to be a team player, to help a brother out --
Reece chuckles, as he raises a finger to his lip and an arm around his stomach.
Reece: Listen Junco, I've been the beef of your promos, along with the company, since the first Fusion. I know you hate me, I know you want to crucify me, I know you really couldn't give a flying disk of manure what I do. You, Mr. Junk, just want a win like everyone else tonight but, I indeed have to decline your offer.
Junco: Reece--!
Reece: Sorry, Junco but forgiveness is a hard bone to rattle in my book. Now, Good Day!
As Reece Somers walks off in the distance, Junco continues after him. The scene closes in blackness. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Camera turns on to Trent Acid and Reece Somers in the locker room area. It appears that Reece has lost the Junky One, and Trent is merely taping up his wrists. The Morality Enforcer seems to be attempting another team based approach.
Reece: Alright, I usually don't associate with a hitman or any threat to society but...
Trent looks upward as Reece begins to stammer..
Reece: It's just .. If we want to win, we have to bond together now. Right?
Trent continues taping up his wrists still not responding.
Reece: Right. So, What do ya say? Me and you? Whoever crosses are paths?
Trent begins to shake his head as a loud BANG! Sounds through the room, as the door to the locker room swings open. NIN Horror stands at ready.
NIN: You ready?
Trent: Yeah, hold on..
Reece looks back at Trent with a wild look of bewilderment. With a slight smile, Trent replies.
Trent: Listen, We've already got plans. You do what you want to do - what happens in the ring happens in the ring. I understand that. But right now, it's just .. like .. this.
NIN: Don't worry , bud, there's no permanent allegiance here - and you can trust us on that.
Trent: But, You know how it goes.. Peace Out, Morality Enforcer.
Both tread out of the locker room as Reece sits with his hands folded into face, realizing his intimate fate that beholds. The Camera zooms out.
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 2:01:42 GMT 1
********CONTRACT SIGNING FOR WORLD TITLE******** SCREAM VS SPACKLE [/size][/center] Fireworks rip across the top of the Superdome as fans leap to their feet. Scream makes his way under the Zerion. He holds his title high as more fireworks falls from the ceiling. He takes his sunglasses off his face and places them in his pocket as he scans the crowd. He lets out a small grin as he makes his way to the ring. He stops half way down the ramp to take in the reaction from the crowd. He hit’s the ring and climbs a turnbuckle. Again he lifts his title high to the fans. As he descends he pulls a mic out of his back pocket.Scream: Louisiana…. Scream stops as the crowd erupts from hearing their states nameScream: I’m going to start by getting right to the point. Ninja, Cactus, and I aren’t friends. We’re not colleagues, we’re not drinking buddies, we don’t play cards together, we don’t golf, we did go to a strip club last night together but that is a different story. Crowd laughsScream: This is a business proposition. For them it’s for gold. As for me that is obviously not the case. I have gold. I have held some type of gold around my waist for three years now. There is an old saying that says keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Well, for now I have their backs. They will get what they want and I will get what I want. What is it that I want? I guess you’ll all have to wait and see. However, when I get what I want…it will be the greatest thing P2PW has ever seen. Something never before done. Something spectacular. At WrestleFever you and millions of other fans will witness something spectacular. I will leave WrestleFever immortal and I will be one-step closer to my destiny in P2PW. But to get there I will have to fight Spackle. Last week we proved what a tandem we were as we left the most dominant duo on the current roster on their backs in the middle of the ring. We accomplished what we wanted to do…for now. I will finish it for Spackle at Fever. Spackle you have been nothing but a nuisance for me. You nearly cost me my title once and I won’t let you do it again. So without further ado. Scream walks up to table set in the middle of the ring. He grabs a pen and looks at the contract. He then signs his name.Scream: The only signature missing is…. “Somethin' wicked this way comes" by Wolfpac blares over the P.A. as Spackle makes his way towards the ring to a chorus of boos. Spackle flips off a few fans as he slides into the ring.. He already has a mic in hand as he approaches the table. Spackle: Out of all the arm pits of the world to hold a Fusion. Honestly. The crowd gets on Spackle for his comments.Spackle: Katrina should have blown you all off the map but I digress. So while I’m here I might as well sign on the dotted line right? But first I have some things to get off my chest. Last week you made a mistake Scream. You, Ninja, and Cactus took advantage OF ME. I SHOULD HAVE WON THAT MATCH. But it means shit. At Fever I will end your quest towards immortality. I will show the world why I am the number one contender and why you are a joke. Scream: Are you going to sign it or not? Spackle pulls a pen out of his pocket and quickly signs the contract. He then stares at Scream and slaps him hard across the face. Scream charges but Spackle takes his pen and jams it into Scream’s arm. Scream falls to the mat as Spackle begins laughing hysterically. Blood trickles out of Scream’s arm as he pulls the pen out. Spackle, still laughing, flips Scream off and slides out of the ring. He pulls his hands across his waist and then raises his arms high as Scream looks on nursing his arm.------------------- The Zeroin shows JT Blade sitting in the P2PW studio’s being interviewed about WrestleFever 3.Interveiwer “So with Fever 3 just around the corner, do you know who your opponent is?” JT “Well I am meant to be finding out tonight but all the people in the studio seem to be avoiding me” Interveiwer “Probably because of that god awful cologne you are wearing!” JT “Yeah, wait, what?” Interveiwer “Moving on, is there anybody who you would like to face?” JT “Not bothered really, I mean I am the fans choice to hold their belt, and whoever I face the belt will stay around my waist. In fact it does not matter who I face so I may as well issue an open challenge because I can’t see. . . . . We don’t get to hear because Wait and Bleed blares through the speakers one more time as the fans look a little bewildered as we have already seen Cactus once tonight.
Cactus comes through the curtain, his hair is matted to his head, a mixture of sweat and his own blood, a bandage covering half his head, stained pink in some places, dried blood is flaking of his face and scarred torso as he ambles slowly to the ring and catches a microphone thrown to him. Cactus “So you are issuing an open challenge for your belt huh? Well you had better change your mind because our little bald GM has just told me that you have been thrown to the wolf. That’s right JT, come Fever 3, your reign as Fanatic Champ comes to a bloody, bloody end.” JT tries to talk but Cactus glares at him as he stumbles over his words.Cactus ”Why do you think Diddly was taken out, but we did not want your money, this is more than a financial decision, I want that belt, the fans hate you The crowd boo and a JT sucks chant starts before Cactus silences themThey don’t like me much either but they know that their belt will at least have a little credibility again. I mean you don’t even defend it that often as people don’t want to be in the ring with you. So until fever, keep that belt as close to you as possible and get the last few dozen Polaroid’s taken so when you are broken and cant wrestle anymore, in a couple of weeks you can sell them to your dozen or so fans. Bang! Bang!” Cactus drops the mike and rolls out of the ring leaving JT on the Zeroin, his mouth is moving but no words are coming out.
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 2:05:25 GMT 1
The Fusion Theme Tune explodes from the speakers, bringing the capacity audience to its feet. Micko steps though the curtain to a healthy applause. He is carrying the Rage Title on his shoulder. The lights hit the gold, sending little reflections of light cascading across Micko’s near vicinity. Micko walks down the aisle, smiling as he goes. He approaches the ring and rolls right in. Micko stands and immediately signals for a microphone. One is duly tossed towards him as he catches it one handed. Micko stands dead centre of the ring and looks and the cheering audience. Micko (looking down at the belt): Man, it feels good holding singles gold. A guy could get used to this. The audience laugh and cheers, as Micko breaks out with one of his trademark grins.Micko: This belt means so much to the P2PW. For some people, this is THE best prize we have to offer. It’s the prize for the best wrestler’s wrestler. The World titles are what it’s about when it comes to making history, but this belt is right on it’s ass. You win this belt and you are quite possibly the best in the world. World Champions hate this belt because there’s a voice in their head that says “Maybe, you’re not the best.” You get more contenders for the World title than you do this belt. Why? Because with the Rage title you have to be on your Grade A+ game. There’s always a chance you can snatch victory with a world title shot. Not with this belt. If you win, it’s because you were better. And Aladdin was better. Better than all that came for it. A true fighting champion. He has taken this belt as high as it could possibly go. He’s brought honour and purpose to this title. Now he goes to further his career and accomplish the one thing he hasn’t done before hanging up his boots at Fever 3. No-one can blame him for a second. And when he offered to relinquish the title, myself and the board of directors at first refused. But he explained why. This title must be defended at Fever 3. You can’t have the biggest PPV of the year without a match to see who is P2PW’s M.V.P. After much deliberation, we agreed to Aladdin’s request. The Rage Title will be defended at Wrestle Fever 3. The crowd cheers and starts to chant for Aladdin.Micko: So tonight…On the last Fusion before the biggest PPV in this industry…We will crown a new Rage Champion. Six of P2PW’s best will fight it out in a Battle Royale, in this very ring and the last one standing will be our seventh ever Rage champion. To all of them I say this. Fight for all your worth. Give everything you’ve got. Opportunities like this don’t come around often. I’m living proof of this. Grab this with both hands and don’t let go. Enjoy the match, folks. The crowd erupt with applause as Micko tosses the mic aside and climbs out of the ring and sits himself down, with the Rage title next to the ring announcer.“Calm Like A Bomb” erupts from the PA system as Trent Acid breaks through the curtain and quickly strides to the ring. The 6ft 7 inch L.A. N4CER seems to be in a hurry to get this thing started. There’s a cool, hard, steel like look on his face and his slides into the ring and awaits the next contestant.
“Halls of Illusion” is next and out comes Junco Junky. He looks at Trent like he’s trying to burn a hole through him. He quickly slides into the ring and immediately gets in Trent’s face. The two exchange words as the next entrant is revealed.
NIN Horror steps out, with Nirvana’s “School” blaring out of the sound system. He seems more at ease than Acid and Junko. He calmly walks to the ring and enters via the steel steps. NIN walks past Trent and Junco, without giving them a second look.
Rage Against The Machine’s “Wake Up” announces the arrival of the Brummie Bomber, Reece Sommers. He quickly jogs to the ring, sliding in to join the other three P2P superstars. He stands in between all three of them. All four men stare at each other, waiting for this highly anticipated match to start.
“Darkness” by Twiztid is next and out comes Red Ninja. He walks through the curtain and stops on the stage. He looks back and beckons someone from backstage to join him. Cactus emerges bloodied from the back and stands side by side with Red Ninja. The other four competitors look on as the two team mates nod at each other and make a dash towards the ring. They slide in and are met with heavy boots to their backs. The bell rings and the Battle Royale for the vacated Rage Championship is underway.********RAGE CHAMPIONSHIP******** TRENT VS NIN VS JUNCO VS REECE VS RED NINJA VS CACTUS (written by RAGE) Cactus and Ninja struggle through the blows to get to their feet. Ninja is to his feet first. He hits NIN with a left, and then follows up with a right to Reece Sommers. Cactus quickly follows delivering forearm smashes into the faces of Trent and Junco. The two team mates are taking the fight to the other four superstars and it appears at this point they are on the same page. Cactus rears back and delivers a double clothesline to Trent and Junco, sending them crashing to the mat. Ninja jumps up and dropkicks both NIN and Reece at the same time, leaving only Cactus and Ninja standing. Cactus wipes the blood from his face and smiles as he high fives Ninja. Both men go back to work on the fallen four. Cactus stomps hard on the back of Trent’s head and gives Reece an elbow drop. Ninja leg drops NIN then grabs Junco by the head and starts to bring him to his feet. Junco lands a punch on Ninja’s stomach, who crumples slightly from the blow. Junco follows up with another and another. Ninja’s grip on Junco loosens. Junco takes a few steps back into the ropes and comes back at Ninja with a clothesline. Ninja falls hard. Junco keeps his momentum going and gets Cactus as well. Junco looks down at Cactus. A cold, hard look of anger is written across his face. He looks up and is met with a big boot to the face from Trent Acid. Junco falls to the mat clutching his face. Trent looks up as NIN gets to his feet. Both men motion to each other, stepping over bodies as they go. NIN strikes first with a right. Trent comes back with one of his own. The two men stand toe to toe trading blows in the centre of the ring. Reece is now on his feet and goes straight for Ninja. He picks Ninja up, bringing his knees to his sternum. Reece hooks his arm around Ninja and delivers a thunderous suplex. Ninja falls hard. As Reece stands back up, Cactus tackles him to the ground and starts punching Reece’s face furiously. NIN and Trent continue to trade blows in the centre of the ring. NIN throws another right, but Trent blocks it and brings his knee up. NIN doubles over, the wind knocked out of him. Trent grabs hold of NIN and signals that he’s going over the top. He launches NIN over the rope and turns away. NIN somehow manages to grab the rope and he flails about, trying to make sure his feet don’t touch the ground. He skins the cat and manages to get back into the ring. Trent, meanwhile has turned his attention to Junco, while Cactus and a recuperated Ninja deliver team up against Reece Sommers. Trent irish whips Junco. Junco reverses it. NIN puts his arm around Junco and they both deliver a big boot to the face of Trent. Immediately, Junco turns around and clotheslines NIN. Junco goes straight for Cactus and Ninja. He flings Cactus across the ring and moves onto Ninja. Cactus is immediately back on his feet and goes back on Junco. The two team mates both overcome Junco, delivering forearms to his face. Junco fights back though and starts returning the shots back at Ninja and Cactus. Reece is now on his feet and he joins in, helping Junco. All four men trade blows in the centre of the ring. Cactus punches Reece. Reece punches Ninja. Ninja punches Junco. Junco punches Cactus. Reece and Junco start to get the upper hand. Reece grabs Cactus and Irish whips him into the ropes. A split second later, Junco sends Ninja in the same direction. As Cactus’s velocity on the ropes sends him back, he crashes into Ninja. The force of the blow sends Cactus falling into the ropes and his momentum sends him over the top and he hits the floor with a dull thud. Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Cactus has been eliminated! Ninja climbs under the ropes and helps Cactus to his feet. Cactus shrugs him off as Ninja tries to explain. Cactus waves his hand and pats Ninja on the back. The officials motion Cactus towards the back and slightly push Ninja back into the ring. Meanwhile in the ring, Junco and Reece are teaming up against Trent and NIN. They double suplex NIN onto the canvas. The ring shaking from the impact. Ninja climbs back into the ring and goes for Reece as he gets up. Reece sees him coming and delivers a kick into Ninja’s midsection. Reece hooks his arm around Ninja’s head and delivers a “You Are What You Beat”. Ninja’s head is buried in the mat. Reece kips up and poses much to the annoyance of the booing crowd. But he is unaware of Trent Acid standing behind him. Trent strikes. He grabs Reece from behind, underneath the arms and lifts him up, setting him up for an “Acid Bomb”. He walks over to the ropes with Reece in position, and plants him hard on the mat outside with a devastating “Acid Bomb”. The crowd go nuts, chanting “Holy Shit!” as officials race over to check on Reece. Trent looks over the ropes at Reece. No concern on his face as he turns away and goes back to the match. Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Reece Sommers has been eliminated! As Trent turns around he is met with right from Junco. The two long time rivals slug it out, while NIN makes a move on Ninja. All four men continue to go at it in this all out brawl. NIN Irish whips Ninja into the ropes. He goes to clothesline him, but Ninja ducks and continues to run to the opposing side of the ring. He comes back and as NIN turns around, Ninja hits NIN with the “Red On Impact”. NIN’s body buckles in half from the impact. He is immediately back onto NIN and hooks in a Canadian Clutch. Trent and Junco meanwhile are brawling wildly across the other side of the ring. There’s no wrestling here, it’s just out and out fighting. Both men continue to punch and kick each other. They grapple along the ropes. Junco with his back to ropes and Trent using his bigger mass to push down on him. Junco lowers Trent’s head and brutally clubs him on the back of the head repeatedly with closed fists. Trent keeps pushing Junco into the ropes. Junco’s doing everything he can to get the bigger man off him. He keeps hitting the back of Trent’s neck, but Trent won’t buckle. With one almighty push, Trent forces Junco over the top rope, but with so much force behind it, Trent is carried over too. They flip over the top rope. Trent’s momentum carries him over Junco and he hits the floor first. Junco falls on top of Trent, but his feet don’t touch the floor. He quickly gets up and pounces back into the ring, being careful to step on Trent the whole way. He gives Trent a glance, then motions towards Ninja. Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Trent Acid has been eliminated! Trent is beside himself with rage. The officials try to motion him away but he tosses them aside and slides back into the ring. He strides behind Junco and grabs him by the head. With all his strength, he flings Junco over the top rope. Junco hits the floor hard but is immediately back to his feet. Trent climbs out of the ring and the two go at it, officials doing all they can to split them up. Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Junco Junky has been eliminated! The two men continue to brawl up the aisle. Junco low blows Trent. Trent keels over but before he can fall, Junco hits a “Poppa Brewski” on the ramp way. Trent’s face hits the metal ramp hard. Junco is back on his feet. He bends over and can be heard shouting at Trent. Junco: This isn’t over, you bastard! The officials, all gang up on Junco, pushing him away from Trent, who is busted wide open. The EMT’s comes down to his aid and he is helped to the back.Back in the ring, Ninja still has the Canadian Clutch applied on NIN. NIN is tapping furiously. But it’s immaterial as the only way for NIN to lose is by going over the top rope. Ninja eventually breaks the hold. NIN’s body, racked with pain, slumps to the mat in relief. But Ninja is back on him. He brings NIN to his feet, hooks both arms and delivers a double underhook into a back breaker. Ninja stomps on NIN’s beaten body before picking him up once again. Ninja grabs NIN by the head and seat of his pants and flings him between the turnbuckles onto the steel post. NIN’s shoulder takes the full impact from the steel post and he slumps to his knees in pain. Ninja quickly picks NIN back up and repeats the move. This time harder. NIN slams into the ring post yet again. Ninja doesn’t seem to be in any great hurry to win this. He seems to be breaking down NIN like a high school algebra equation. NIN is on his knees, wedged between the turnbuckles. Ninja brings him back up, hooks over his arm and attempts to lift him up for a Brain Buster. NIN repeatedly blocks the move and with what little strength he has left, he lifts Ninja up and suplexes him. Given their location in the ring, Ninja’s back hits the top turnbuckle. His body bends at an obscene angle. He looks like he’s been broken in half. Both men hit the mat. NIN lies motionless, while Ninja writhes in pain. Eventually NIN begins to stir. He looks up and sees Ninja, realising that this is his best opportunity. He brings himself to his feet. He’s unsteady, but he has a look on his face that says he’s not done. NIN glares at Ninja’s fallen body. He gives a few unsteady stomps to Ninja’s torso, before picking him up. He Irish whips Ninja into the ropes, he goes to clothesline him. Ninja ducks and continues to run against the ropes. Ninja runs into the ropes and heads back to NIN, but is met by a running Yakuza Kick. NIN’s boot nearly takes Ninja’s head off. NIN’s running on adrenaline. He’s immediately back onto Ninja. His shoulder is hurting but he doesn’t seem to care. He has Ninja back on his feet and goes straight for a Hashimoto DDT. Ninja’s skull takes the full impact and his body starts to convulse. NIN rolls over and locks in the Zane Morris Special. He locks it in tight and rears back, applying as much pressure as he possibly can. Ninja tries to fight it for all he’s worth but soon is forced to tap. But it doesn’t count. NIN continues to apply pressure, making Ninja’s furious taps become weaker and weaker until they fade into nothing. NIN releases the hold, gets up and signals for the Masta Killa. He tries to pick up Ninja, but Ninja falls weakly to his knees. NIN tries to get him on his feet only to be given a hard, low blow. NIN falls down clutching himself in agony. Ninja stumbles to his feet. He sways from side to side as NIN also gets himself up off the mat. As NIN fully stands up, Ninja lets rip with a superkick. Full contact is made with NIN’s chin. Both men crash to the mat. The crowd cheer wildly at the remaining two competitors from P2PW’s finest competing in this back and forth contest. Ninja is back on his feet first. He’s unsteady but he’s thinking clearly. NIN is struggling to stand up. He is using the ropes to help himself stand up. Ninja is poised, ready to unleash a superkick in NIN’s direction. NIN finally manages to stand up and Ninja makes his move. He rushes forward and throws all his weight into the kick. With only reflexes left, NIN ducks the incoming superkick. Ninja’s foot misses NIN’s head by inches and his momentum carries him over NIN’s shoulder. NIN, using Ninja’s momentum and what little strength he has left, helps Ninja over him, over the ropes and onto the mat outside. Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ninja has been eliminated. The winner and neeeeeeeeeeew Rage Champion…NIN Horror!!!! “School” by Nirvana erupts from the speaker system and the crowd cheer wildly. Ninja sits on the floor outside, beating the floor with his hand out of frustration. NIN lies on the mat, beaten and exhausted. The referee lifts his hand up, which quickly falls down again as he places the Rage title on NIN’s chest. NIN clutches the title close to him, rolls over and tries to get up. With the official’s help, he makes it to his feet and lifts the Rage title high for all the applauding audience to see.Winner: NIN------------------------------------ ********CONTRACT SIGNING FOR P2PW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE********
REAPER VS ALADDIN "What you know," by T.I. blares as The Tiger Aladdin heads to the ring to a thunderous pop. He slaps some hands as he slides into the ring. The crowd begins to chant "We want Al," followed by a series of claps. He nods in appreciation and takes a seat at the table which is positioned in the center of the ring. Mick is already in the ring with the contract. The crowd dies down in anticipation of the P2PW Heavyweight Champion Soul Reaper. "Down," by Motograter hits as Reaper makes his way under the Zerion. Red fireworks blast as he too gets a thunderous applause. Reaper, title in hand, makes his way to the ring. He enters and stares down Al who is now standing on the other side of the table. Mick: Tonight, we end Fusion with another contract signing. But this signing is different. For this isn't only a Title match but it is a retirement match for Al. The crowd boosMick: I have been around for awhile and I can say that this match will be one for the record books. Reaper grabs the mic out of Mick's handsReaper: Record books? More like the archives. I also could have told you that this would be Al's last match in P2PW. I don't need to stroll down memory lane but take a look at my track record. Al: With all due respect Reaper, maybe you should take a look at my track record. I've seen what you have done and I know what you are capable of. I may not be known for throwing people of houses or smashing someone in the skull with a chair but I am known for my wrestling abilities. And you want to talk records? I have held that Rage title longer than anyone in the business... Reaper: Until you gave it up. Who gives up on greatness? I know a lot of people in this company who have given up, packed their bags and disappeared. Leaving many wondering why. Al: I didn't give up on anything. It is my time to move on and I didn't want to tarnish something that so many have worn with pride. I have worn that Rage title with the utmost pride and I valued every match I have had in P2PW. Why hold on to something when it is someone else's time to hold it? I gave everyone in that battle royal tonight something to fight for, something to feel proud about. I knew my time as Rage champ was over. But I couldn't leave without knowing if I had what it takes to be The Heavyweight Champion. Applause from fansReaper: Then what. What if you walk through the shadows of hell and climb the twisted ladder of fate and become Champion. What if you beat me? Al: Then...then.... Reaper: Exactly. Then, nothing. Not many people in this company can say they were The World Champ. Few will become champ. They will retire knowing the best they could do was win the Fanatic title or the best they could do was win just one match. Who can say they were World Champ. Who can say they have fought night after night defending what everyone wants? AL: Obviously you can Reaper and after Fever my hopes are that I will as well. I already explained to Mick what my intentions were. If I win I will cherish the feeling of being P2PW Champion even if it is for only one night. I was never a man who needed gold to feel satisfied in life. Those who know me, respect me for that. I could have easily held onto that Rage title. Left with it and had Mick decide what to do. But I respect this company to much. Believe it or not I respect you Reaper. Reaper: I hope you still respect me after Fever Al because I will do whatever it takes to walk out of there with my title. Al: As will I Reaper. Mick: Ok let's get down to business. Mick passes the contract to Al. Al looks it over carefully and signs it. Mick then passes the contract to Reaper who signs automatically.Mick: Then it is official. Ladies and gentlemen at Wrestle Fever the P2PW Heavyweight Championship will be on the line. Soul Reaper vs Aladdin in what is looking to be on hell of a main event. Reaper takes his title and holds it high as Al looks on. Reaper: Take a good look kid cause this is the closest you will ever get to greatness. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.... Al grabs the mic out of Reaper's handAl: your title is mine the crowd erupts as the two stand chest to chest and Fusion fades to black.
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 2:12:48 GMT 1
Cactus Promo Scores
Joey B - 0.0 ( oops )
Rage - 4.9 - Brilliant, very visual and hyped your match well
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Al's Promos Scores
RAGE: 4.7 - Good stuff.
Executioner: 0
Trent Acid: 4.6 - I thought that was one of your better promos dude. Really enjoyed it. You ran down your opponents with relevant, meaningful comments. I really like the sort of theme that you're one of the few remaining P2PW originals and that your time to make your mark is upon us. One thing, like i said to Cactus, you should have mentioned the former champ just to encompass everything.
Cactus: 4.3 - It was alright. Expected more. My main worry is that you're underestimating everyone, especially NIN. To say that he's fallen far down the mountain is just ridiculous IC or OOC. He's lost like 2 matches max recently. I really liked what you said about Trent. Again, calling someone like Reece nothing special is a bit far fetched. It's a promo and you have to come across as the big man, but you have to be realistic. You have to talk them down but in a way that seems real. Talk about their faults. Anyone can say "Oh, he's shit. So is he. Them too. Who the fuck is that guy anyway?" Lastly, mentioning the previous champ would be a good addition to the promo, so that you're touching on all bases. You're not the only one not to do so though, but i thought it was an important thing to bring up. A quick statement like "Al, you were lucky last week. And you're lucky this week to because if we hooked up once more then I would be taking this belt from you and not these 5 others."
Junco: 4.5 - First of all, Micko is the P2PW owner. You're not the only one who made this mistake though. Okay, dialogue was good, but you got Micko's character all wrong. He's not an authority figure who will be bossed around. He'll stand up for himself and he will fight back. Other than that, good stuff.
Reece: 4.6 - Funny stuff. I liked it. You talked about everyone well and brought everything together well with your gimick. You touched base on most things you needed to.
Red Ninja: 4.8 - "Mr.Horror Show, welcome to Planet Terror." Excellent! I love your promos dude. If anyone wants to learn how to write great dialogue then they need to check out your stuff. You talk about EVERYTHING you need to. You don't forget about anything and focus on just the opponents, you take into equation all discussion points that come into this match. Excellent stuff.
NIN: 4.9 - Excellent. Not much else to say. You know what you're doing. And, if you really want to be humiliated, I can always stick around for one more match. ;D
To everyone: Just gotta say that, if you wanna learn how to promo well and got top scores, pay attention to NIN and Ninja. They're consistantly excellent, and cover everything you need to, while always keep your attention.
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Scream's Promo Scores
**Lost explanations on scores. Everyone did a knock out job on promo's. Congrats to NIN on Rage Title win.
Rage: 4.9 Executioner: 0
Trent: 4.6
Cactus: 4.5
NIN: 4.9
Ninja: 4.8
Reece: 4.7
Junco: 4.7 ) ---------------------------------
Huge props to Rage and Junco. They contributed greatly.
Credits: (Rage, Junco, Scream, Cactus, Reaper)
**Again sorry for delay
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Jul 22, 2007 5:25:04 GMT 1
Party Time in Horror Town baby!
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Post by RAGE on Jul 22, 2007 9:33:03 GMT 1
Great show guys.
Congrats to NIN. Keep my belt safe for me. I might need it soon....Well it has got my name on it.
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Post by Cactus on Jul 22, 2007 9:38:38 GMT 1
well done NiN
( why have the aussie football team as a victory pic )
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Post by Your Morality Enforcer on Jul 22, 2007 12:00:29 GMT 1
Via the power of averages, I came third! Maths rules! But in all seriousness, good show. Begrudging congratulations to NIN
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Post by Keith Williams on Jul 22, 2007 14:16:58 GMT 1
Not a bad show. Good way to set up the ppv. Cactus vs JT for the fanatic belt. Who saw that coming? Besides Scream that is. My only complain was the #1 contenters match for the Internet title. I don't think my character would had called everything down the middle. I would had been looking to disqualify both of them so then I would get a night off at the ppv. ;D
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Post by Cactus on Jul 22, 2007 16:00:55 GMT 1
but you would have bben left of the card for the piggest night of the year
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Post by RAGE on Jul 22, 2007 17:48:39 GMT 1
But it also means he wouldn't have his ass handed to him on the piggest(?) night of the year...
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Jul 22, 2007 19:26:16 GMT 1
Nobody cooks pig like us Texans.
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 20:07:09 GMT 1
Texas killed Kennedy! Kennedy.
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Post by Trent Matsunoshin on Jul 22, 2007 20:41:49 GMT 1
Killer show. Worth the wait.
Trent vs Junco at WF3??
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Post by Scream on Jul 22, 2007 20:48:08 GMT 1
Hmmmm. Could be but then again I guess you'll have to wait till the preview which will be up early this week. And when I say early, I mean early.
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Post by Faster Pussycat! on Jul 22, 2007 21:30:58 GMT 1
Texas killed Kennedy! Kennedy. Pish posh
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Post by The Executioner on Jul 22, 2007 21:39:20 GMT 1
hooray me! I had a great time losing. ;D but in all seriousness.
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Post by The Great JT on Jul 23, 2007 4:48:18 GMT 1
Great pic, NINny. Goes well with a great show.
I accept your challenge. Let's see this happen.
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Post by Keith Williams on Jul 23, 2007 5:18:48 GMT 1
Um..you do know you are facing cactus at WF right?
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Post by The Great JT on Jul 23, 2007 19:49:17 GMT 1
Yeah, I know. Bring it.
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Post by Cactus on Jul 31, 2007 21:51:15 GMT 1
against you, i need to bring my L game, you are not worthy of my A game
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Post by The Great JT on Aug 3, 2007 21:30:29 GMT 1
I don't want your charity.
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