Blitz Extra Promo Thread (12/10)

[Stare]

How many people are sick of answering questions?

[HeX]

Zerion suddenly is filled with what looks like to be flames. The arena has turned a fire like orange colour. The stage lets off sudden explosions and a wall of fire at the top of the entrance ramp now accompanies the fire which is on Zerion. Then in the blink of an eye, Zerion as well as the arena turn black. Nothing can be seen. A wispering voice can be heard through the darkness and it repeats the word..

HEX

Zerion then shows a man, sitting on what looks like to be a thrown. The man is surrounded by beautiful women. They are all sat on the floor around his thrown, each dressed in a slimline black dress, their hair tied back and all with some sort of mark on their face. Its not clear what the mark is but all of them have the same mark. The man is dressed in leather troussers tucked into a pair of black biker like boots. He also wears a long black sleeved shirt. He has is hair sliked back and he seems to be looking at the floor. He raises his head to speak....

Man: My life has gone. My passion, no where to be found. My fulfillment can no longer be filled. I have been cast away from my love. Banished from her, like some rabid dog. Left do fend for himself, away from what he likes to call.......home. The reason is known but will never make sense. Was it out of spite?, or was it due to jealousy.

The man stands up from his thrown like chair and without no command the women stand up with him and surround the man......

Man:Some say i have it all. I say i have nothing at all. All i want is what i cannot have, but there is a substitute. What gets me through the day is creating human misery and suffering. It's the only thing i live for these days and when i come to P2PW, alot of misery will be created.

The man thrusts his arms to the side and the women around him fall to the ground, how ever they seem to have a smile on their faces. The man gets right up into the camera and the only thing shown on Zerion is his face.....

Man: Im always here..........Always watching..................Feel the....

Wispers

Man: HeX

End

[evenflow]

P2PW reporter Kacey Garcia is at Detroit General Hospital, where Evenflow has been transfered after his match at P2PW Deserted.

Kacey: Hello im here at the Detroit General Hospital to try and get an update on The Icon Evenflow after, which many people are calling one of the sickest bumps ever in proffesional wrestling. The P2PW phone lines and emails have been full of questions regarding The Icon's condition and hopefully i will bring you those answers tonight.

Kacey walks over a short way and is greeted by a doctor.....

Kacey: This is Doctor Peters, he was the doctor who operated on The Icon and has been is main doctor all week. Doctor can you tell us anything.....

Dr: Um yes Kacey, im afraid it is not good news at all well we have found at tha....................

A voice suddenly shouts.....

Voice: Doctor come quick he is critical again, quick

Dr: Im sorry Kacey we have to cut this short, nurse get Doctor Boylan in her quickly

The doctor races down the corridor, the camera follows him until he opens a door and slams it behind him. On the door it reads 'Evenflow'..........

[Darth Peccatus]

Gather 'round the fire, culeros, 'cuz I got a story for 'ellos...And I don't really know what that means. But regardless, it's promo time!

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>We open to a scene of vaguely-organised chaos. Men and women, boys and girls, all trundle aimlessly around a severely cramped hall, all sporting ridiculous clothing and spot-ridden faces. A star-decorated banner hanging over their heads like a thundercloud indicates clearly that this is the 'Bi-Annual Las Vegas Science Fiction Convention'; in smaller print, we are told 'No attractive people permitted.' As the cameraman stumbles through the crowd, we see losers of all genders, races and walks of life, all united by the sole fact that they like to dress up badly and actually know the name of Jabba The Hutt's Twi'lek advisor. (it's Bib Fortuna, by the way) After barging through swarms of geeks packed like sardines for a good ten minutes, the cameraman finally locates his quarry, in the form of De'Si Nidea, currently hanging around with a group of similarly Jedi-robed individuals, all of whom seem to have pencils stuck behind their ears. De'Si glances at the approaching camera and nods solemnly. One of his accomplices is not so calm; upon seeing the camera, his eyes bulge and he grasps at his chest, in obvious pain.<[/color]

Random Geek: "Ohmygod I'm on TV! I'm on TV! Ack...can't breathe!"

>The geek collapses to the floor, spasming briefly before lying quite still. One of the other geeks fiddles around in his pocket before retrieving an inhaler, which he intends to use on his fallen comrade. De'Si, however, stops him.<[/color]

De'Si: "He fought bravely. Let him die with honour, so that his name may be passed down for generations to come..."

Random Geek #2: "Of course, you are right as always, Master Nidea."

>De'Si and the second geek unfold a black zip-up body bag with a large Skywalker Ranch emblem printed on one side. They shove the first geek's feet into it and begin to zip it up...and up...and up. A third geek, this one a girl, begins to cry and slumps against the shoulder of what could've been her boyfriend, if this particular group of antisocialites were capable of mating to any degree. Caving in to his own feminine side, the 'boyfriend' begins to cry as well; worryingly, slightly more than the girl. As De'Si and the second geek have almost finished zipping up the bag, the first geek blinks and tries to speak.<[/color]

Random Geek #1: "Hey! Hey, guys, I'm not dea - "

>He says nothing more, as the bag is fully zipped-up, and his protests are reduced to muffled calls from the dark side of the nylon sack. De'Si stands up and crosses himself, before turning to the camera, studiously ignoring the thrashings of the slowly-suffocating soul on the floor.<[/color]

De'Si: "Ah, hello again, my friend. I trust that your journey from the Tion Cluster was moderately comfortable?"

>The cameraman states that he's from Long Island. De'Si ponders this for a moment, before shrugging.<[/color]

De'Si: "Well, my guess was close. Onto more important matters; I seem to have, more or less, been given this week's Blitz off. I'd like to think this is from a job well done, but I know better; more than likely, Shinn's, Stare et al assume I've sufferred some sort of injury after that contest with Soul Reaper and Wench. Though, whilst that experience was undoubtedly unpleasant, I seem to have gotten off lightly, especially compared to my partner, Jen. Poor girl; I haven't seen her since that night, when I...I...failed...to save her from that horrible construct, Reaper. I'd like to think that she's alright, but I have checked the Reaper's records, and frankly, I'll consider it an Act of the Force is she isn't nerf waste. Still, one must not dwell on the negative; and I assure you, it gives me great pleasure to be joining my fellow Jedi at this council summit. Just the scent of all these various species intermingling; Tusken Raider with Bothan, Ryn with Quarren, Gamorrean with Kaminoan..."

>De'Si takes an over-exaggerated breath of the hall's stale oxygen; the cameraman tries to imitate the gesture, but chokes on the stench of youthful sweat. De'Si smiles warmly as he exhales.<[/color]

De'Si: "Ah, it makes me feel like a Padawan again! Now, I don't want to disappoint any of my legion of followers, so rest assured, I will be returning to P2PW broadcasts soon. Until then...May the - "

>Abruptly, a roughed-up male in a full set of Mandalorian Battle Armour - the jetpack, the vest, the T-visored helmet and everything in-between - pushes his way though the crowd and to De'Si's side. Nidea glances in polite puzzlement at the strangely-attired man.<[/color]

De'Si: "What is it, Drongo?"

Drongo: "Look over there..."

>Drongo points back and to his left. De'Si follows the gesture with his gaze, and his expression quickly turns to shock, and then to rage, his eyes bulging and a vein ticking in his right temple. The camera pans and zooms in on the direction indicated by Drongo; the image focuses on a group of youths with triangular metal badges pinned to their chests, brightly-coloured shirts and prosthetic foreheads. De'Si's voice is now quivering with impotent fury.<[/color]

De'Si: "Trekkies...the scum of the dork universe. Boys? Let's crack some Hangon skulls."

Drongo: "They're 'Klingons.'"

De'Si: "Whatever, just kill 'em!"

>De'Si snatches his saber from his belt and thumbs the activation switch, his green blade quickly accompanied by three blue ones and a (plastic) blaster rifle as the Jedi and Drongo begin to barge and charge through the crowd. Meeting their enemies halfway, an orgy of violence ensues, causing many nosebleeds and papercuts to all and sundry. The cameraman begins to back up...just as Drongo comes soaring through the air, jetpack spewing flames in sporadic bursts, and connects solidly with the lens, just as the cameraman yells "Not in the fa - "...then all is either quiet or static.<[/color]

[Aladdin]

We return to the dark room, inhabited by The Tiger. Yet again the single light is turned on, but this time The Tiger Aladdin is sitting down already shown in the light. His head is lowered and his hair drapes over his face, hiding it from our view.

The Tiger: i have kept myself aware of others and what they have to say. But there was one person who caught my attention. You see, i'm coming for you Reaper and there is nothing that will stop me from doing that, but i realized that you have yourself some henchman or "Friends". They are of no threat to me but they may slow me down. So i thought to myself maybe i need some back up, but i dont want to risk getting my pets in any harm. So who could i turn to? No-one on this current roster will team with me, because i've already targeted each and everyone of you as my prey. So who could it be?

The Tiger gets up and throws the chair to the side. He looks to his left and out of the shadows appears a man who has been looking for a team of his own.

The Tiger: SIMZ. this man has vowed to stand up to every single faction in this federation. And who better for him to team up with than me. We didnt just meet recently, we have wrestled each other on countless ocassions before, and we know each other well. We can trust each other. SIMZ will help me get to you Reaper.

SIMZ steps forward, still hiding his face. He shakes The Tiger's hand and starts to speak.

Simz: Yes, it has begun. The rebellion is starting. Myself and The Tiger will be an unstoppable force here in P2PW. Since Tiger has an agenda with you Reaper i believe Evil Unlimited will be first on our list.

Simz turns to Tiger, signalling his turn to speak. The tiger takes a knife out of his pocket and places it in his fist. he clenshes the knife in his plam and slowly draws it out. Blood drips out onto the floor and The Tiger drops the knife coverd in his blood to the floor. SIMZ looks on and smiles.

The Tiger: Evil Unlimited. so there are three of you and two of us. Maybe we should recruit some new members? What do you think SIMZ?

Simz: i think thats a good idea. Who do you have in mind?

The Tiger: There is one person who is eager to make his debut at P2PW. Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. He caught my eye in the P2PW development fed, but he may be hard to recruit. Ther is one other as well. He is yet to sign up with P2PW, but he gave me notice that he will. This man is an old friend in another federation. He was known as the Untouchable Legend but is re-packaging himself for a debut here at P2PW. Negotiations with him have been hard, but if he does decide to definitely come then he will be a huge help to us. So what do you think?

Simz: Sounds good to me. We will make our impact in P2PW. And we will be the dominant faction in the P2PW. We want titles and we want everyone to know who we are.

The Tiger rubs his hans together, smearing the blood from one hand to the other. The two look at each other and then look back at the camera.

Together: Blood is thicker than water. Do not mess with the "Blood Pack"

The Tiger places his hand on the camera's lens, smearing his blood all over it. All you can see is a red image of the two standing, staring into the camera.

[Scream]

[glow=red,2,300]Soundscream is seen sitting in a chair in the Decepticons locker room. There is broken glass around his chair and his hands are stained red. His hands grip his head as his anger grows[/glow]

Soundscream: I don't want to do it but I have to. Respect is something that isn't earned around her. Respect is something that isn't cherised around here. Respect....

Soundscream stands up and hurls his chair across the room. He then throws a television monitor through a wall

Soundscream stares at the camera with a blank and disgusted look

Soundscream: Shinns.....Stare...prepare for your funerals.

The camera focuses on Soundscreams glazed eyes. The camera fades to black.

[Wench]

Wench is alone in the backstage area of the arena by the snack machines. She's trying to decide what she wants. The camera pans around and sees a figure dressed in all black with a ski mask on approaching her from behind quietly. Without warning, the figure grabs Wench and covers her nose and mouth with a cloth. Wench struggles momentarily before succumbing to the drug.

Meanwhile...

Hellspawn: Have you seen Wench?

Reaper: Not lately. Last I knew she went to get something from the snack machine.

Hellspawn: How long ago was that?

Reaper: I don't know, but she's been gone a pretty good while, why?

Hellspawn: I just have a bad feeling.

Hellspawn leaves the Evil Unlimited locker room and goes to the snack machine area. There's no sign of Wench anywhere.

[Simz]

We return to the dark room, inhabited by Blood Pack. Yet again the single light is turned on, but this time The Tiger Aladdin is sitting down with a Deacon beside him. There heads are lowered.Then there is SIMZ is standing with grin on his face.

SIMZ: i am standing here with the group to take down the "Evil" of P2PW. With this group P2PW will change and luckaly for all you fans it will be for the good.


The Deacon stand up right beside SIMZ.

SIMZ:I'm only here to tell you about the next evolution of P2PW. I'm here to bring Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill to the Pack.

You see SIMZ with knife in his hand, he raises the knife and then......................he STIKES the Deacon.

You then see Blood drip to the floor, then you see that the deacon's palm is Bleeding from a small slit on his palm.

The Tiger and SIMZ palms are bleading as well and they all bring there bleading hands together.

SIMZ:The Deacon is now in the pack, The Blood Pack and is going to help The Tiger and I take over this Bisness.

SIMZ: Blood is thicker than water so don't mess with The Blood Pack.

[Hercules]

It's a cold, snowy night in the city of Chicago. Plowing down a snow filled street is a pink Hummer, the surrounding area is quite dark and poverty stricken. Abondon buildings fill each block. On each corner there are scantily clad women huddled together trying to keep warm. The Hummer slowly pulls up to a group of 3 women and a man.

As the back window of the Hummer rolls down, the group is met by a gold plated grin and a big pink hat.

Dollar Bill:What'cha got?

Woman 1:This is the reporter I was tellin' you about daddy?

Dollar Bill:Get in dawg. What else ya got for me?

As the reporter enters the vehicle the women rush to the window and start handing Dollar Bill money. He counts the money then proceeds to shoo the women away. While the reporter waits for Dollar Bill to finish his business, he notices the pink suit, the expensive pink gator shoes, a humongous diamond ring with a dollar sign on it & a platinum & diamond chain around his neck with a crucifix on it. He stares at the silver cane Dollar Bill has next to him and watches in awe as two very busty women are making out in the seat ditrectly across from him. Dollar Bill now turns his attention to the reporter.

Dollar Bill: Alright, how can I help you?

Reporter: Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill were you just collecting money from prostitutes? I mean, not... not that I'm trying to be disrespectful or pry in your business or anythin......

D.B.: Then Don't!!! (He stares at the reporter with a very menacing scowl, the reporter immediately feels very intimidated)

Reporter: Ok, as a man of the faith, do you think it's right for you to continue pimping women?

D.B.: And who said that I still pimp women? I am a man of God, he has delivered me from the clutches of Satan. I was a drunk, a drug abuser, a womanizer and a liar & cheat. God has saved me from all of that.

Reporter: Many people seem to think money is your God, and a great number of people are still under the impression that you're still pimping.

D.B.: The good book says "No weapon formed against me shall prosper", now those weapons appear to be your lies & rumors, and I strongly suggestion you change your line of questioning & start picking your words very carefully.

Reporter: (voice slowly raising) Are you trying to tell me that those sluts you just collected money from aren't prostitutes, or the two bimbos back here tongue fighting aren...........

(D.B. grabs the reporter by the neck)

D.B.: (Gritting his teeth) I told you, change your line of questioning. These women are members of my congregation.

Reporter: A...congregation.....that's f..f..filled wit women.

D.B. Don't test me, next question.
Lets reporter's neck go)

Reporter: OK....ok. Is there any truth to the rumors that your flashy lifestyle is paid for by the offerings of your church?.

D.B.: Next.........Question!!

Reporter: Ok, you just signed a contract to wrestle in P2PW. Why would a man such as yourself join a wrestling federation?

D.B.: In the good book, after God destroyed the wicked world by water, he said that he'd never destroy the world by flood again. The next time, his wrath would come by fire and I am that fire, and where better to start than the sports world. Overpaid atheletes that exhibit all of the seven deadly sins, sloth, greed, vanity, lust and...... and.......and the other 3. And where better to start than wrestling, wrestling exhibits no respect for the church or religion. These atheletes are looked at as Gods among the people, false gods, idol gods. And for all their money and riches and fame, do you know how much money they've donated to my church? Not a single, solitary, cent. Now that's just wrong. But I will set things right, just as the lord did in biblical times, I shall set fire to this modern day Sodom & Gomorrah. And lovely superstars like Starcrunch & Wench and every other woman in P2PW will join my congregation or suffer the consequences.

Reporter: Congregation huh, (whispering to himself) seems more like a stable of whores to me.

D.B.: What???!!!

Reporter: nothin'. And you plan on doin this all by yourself?

D.B.: Oh no, I'm not alone in my crusade, I have my allies, though these men may not share my exact same convictions, we do agree that we WILL make a change in P2PW. And we have formed a pack, a pack bound by blood.

Reporter: Well, that'll do it, I wanna thank you for this time, it was uh, quite interesting.

D.B.: I know you're not gonna leave without first making a hefty contribution to my church?

Reporter: Oh, I'm sorry, here ya go. (gives Dollar Bill a dollar)

D.B.: I don't think you heard me, I said a HEFTY contibution.

Reporter (looking scared): Oh, ok.

(Hands him $20 & tries to open the car door, but it's locked. Dollar Bill slaps the reporter across the face with his cane and empties his pockets and takes his wallet and watch, then opens the car door and throws the reporter out and slams the door. )

D.B.: Yeah, It's only a matter of time before my debut, and I will bring hellfire & brimstone to those who defy the word of the Lord.

Dollar Bill turns to the two hookers that are making out & joins them.

D.B.: The Lord is my sheppard, he KNOWS what I like.

END PROMO

[Hercules]

In the sanctuary of the Apostolic Missionary Baptist Catholic Church of Chicago, Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill is finishing up his Sunday sermon. The congregation (which happens to be made up of 90% women that are very provocatively dressed) seems mesmerized by light purple Roc-A-Wear blue jean outfit with matching Kangol he's wearing in the pulpit. The congregation hangs on to every word that he says and never notices Simz playing dice with a crackhead in the corner or Tiger Alladin making with two women in the choir stands.

Dollar Bill: Chhhhuuuuucccccchhhhh!!!!!!! The time is now. Don't wait for the government to give you hand outs, make your own money. Sometimes in life you gotta do what'chu gotta do to survive.

(Simz screaming at the dice in the background)
Simz:Come on seven!!! Luck be a lady tonight!!

(D.B. continues)
D.B.: If that means sellin' a lil weed here & there, then by all means, do it. Just don't sell it to the kids, that would be wrong. If you gotta suck a lil dick to pay the light bill, then handle yo business just remember to give the church it's share and I believe 60% of yo net earnings sounds about right.

Now, on to other business, I've been under a .......

(interrupted by moaning noises coming them women that Tiger is fondling, Dollar Bill turns to the menage trois)

D.B:(whispering): Hey, take that shit to the back, I'm preachin' here.

Tiger: Oops. My bad.
Tiger leaves with the two women.

D.B.: As I was saying, I've been under a great deal of criticism lately, for one, people seem to keep wanting to bring up my past, but I want you to know.......CHHHHUUUUUUCCCHHHHH!!!! I want you to know, that I ain't ashamed of my past, I was just like one of ya'll not too long ago, but look what the Lord has done for me now. The Bible says " He that waits,.....GETS!!!! And right now I'm reaping the benefits of my waiting. Wait....... Wait.....

(Dollar Bill starts lookin' at the sky and waving his hands in the air)

D.B.: I'm gettin' a word from the Lord right now. He's telling me to tell ya'll that ya gotta make a sacrifice, make a sacrifice right now & put every penny that's in yo pocket in the collection plate. That's what I'm receiving from God right now. So gimme all ya money, all of it & the Lord will bless you.

(Simz yelling in the background)
Simz:You cheating mutha....., dude that was a six, you rolled a damn six.
Simz cracks the crackhead over the head with a chair knocking him out, sits on top of the crackhead's unconscious body and starts counting the winnings from the dice game. At this time Tiger appears from the back off the church fixing his clothes.

(Tiger whispering to D.B.)
Tiger: Anther collection heh? That's the fourth one today.

D.B.:The Lord's blessings don't come cheap.

Tiger: Well, I don't know if you've been paying attention, but it looks like one of your true believers feels that he's exempt from paying for God's blessing.

Tiger points to a nice shaven man in his thirties in an Armani suit who is sitting in the pews, as the collection plate comes his way, he passes it along without giving any money.

D.B.: Hey!!! You in the suit, I said that God said put all ya money in the plate. What's ya problem?

Man: I don't need to give you all my money to be blessed by God, you're a fraud, and a cheat. These idiots may fall for your hustle, but I sure won't.

D.B., Tiger & Simz slowly start walking towards the man, D.B. speaks calmly.

D.B.: My good man, I assure you that I am choosen by God to carry out his word and to persecute those that don't. As the good book says "If you believe it and you say wit your mouth, that I am the servant of God, then you won't go to hell, but get everlasting life."

Man: That's not how the verse goes you ghetto rat. It's "So God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, whomever shall believe in him shall not persih but have everlasting life." It's talking about Jesus, not you, you bloody moron.

(Dollar Bill looks very embarrassed and looks at both Tiger & Simz, they both shrug their shoulders)

D.B. : Oh, but.......

(Man starts shouting)
Man: You can't even convincingly quote bible verses, do you make this stuff up as you go along?!!!! You're a joke, a phony, and I refuse to give one red cent to some pimp using the gospel as a hustle!!!!!

(D.B.'s face quickly grows to a look of unadulterated hatred as he whispers)

D.B.: What did you call me?

Man: You heard me, you're a pi..............

Dollar Bill slaps the man across the face with his silver cane as he yells

D.B.: Blasphemer!!!!!!!!

As the man starts to fall Simz runs up to him and hits him with the SIMZ CITY, as soon as he hits the ground Tiger Alladin places the man in the Tiger stretch until his body goes limp and falls to the ground.

D.B.: You see!!!! CHHHHUUUUUCCCHHHHH!!!!!!! This is a prime example of why the Blood Pack must go to the P2PW, because of disbelievers & blasphemous people like him. The Lord has ordained us wit this mission to sweep through the P2PW like a plague, and by God, that's what we plan to do. Be ready P2PW, a reckoning is on the horizon & when the smoke has cleared & the dust has settled, The Blood Pack & our congregation will be the only ones left standing.

The Blood Pack stand in a united front and address the congregation.

D.B.: We are a pack bound by blood...
SIMZ: ...And what God has put together, let no man tear asunder........
Tiger: ...Blood is thicker than water......Don't mess with the Blood Pack!!!
D.B.: Now pray bitches.

END PROMO