Blitz! Preview - Promo's & Voting - (1/27 - 1/31)

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

My votes :

Soul Reaper
De'Si Nidea
The Bloodpack
Addryd (I originally wasn't going to vote on this match at all, but Spaz gave himself the vote, so I'm gonna do the same.)

Promo to come soon.

[Aladdin]

Promo:

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Aladdin, Vegeta and Dollar Bill are seen talking to a short, bald headed car salesman, wearing a cheap suit. Dollar Bill is carrying a siutcase, but the contents are unknown.

Aladdin: This is probably the best one you got, but its not quite what i want.

Aladdin points at a Humma H2 and walks over to it. Vegeta is looking around at all the other cars, scratching the ones he doesnt like. Dollar Bill is with Aladdin, acting as his advisor for the current matter. The car salesman is intimidated by the Blood Pack.

Salesman: You've got expensive taste.

Aladdin: My dad's been saying that since i was five. I believe that as long as you got the right connections, the world is your oyster.

Salesman: (confused) Connections? Anyway, what would you like changed in the car?

Aladdin: I would like 17" alloy rims for the wheels, the body all chromed out and i want TVs in the front and in the back. I want the most expensive subs you can find in the trunk; thats is the most important thing.

Dollar Bill: Don't forget man, you want the interior all sueded out.

Salesman: No problem sir. Why dont we go into my office and crunch some numbers.

Aladdin: After you then. Vegeta we're going into the office, coming or not?

Vegeta: Yeah sure, i'll come. Three negotiators are better than two. Wouldn't you say.

The four of them go to the office and do all the number work.

Salesman: Okay, sir that'll come to a total of $300, 000. Would you like to put a down payment on the car?

Aladdin: You're joking! Me, down payment. i don't think so. I think you'll find cash will be fine.

Dollar Bill places the suitcase on the desk, opens it and turns it around to the salesman. The salesman's eyes widen, his jaw drops.

Dollar Bill: You've never seen that much money before have you?

The salesman counts the money.

Salesman: You're $50,000 short.

Dollar Bill: i know that, but thats okay.

Salesman: I'm afraid not. If you dont have it all, then the car will have to stay and it will not be customized.

Aladdin: (looking at Dollar Bill) hey there's a safe there.

Dollar Bill smiles and proceeds to hit the salesman with his pimp stick. The salesman is battered around the room, with Vegeta looking out for anyone coming.

Vegeta: I advise you give him the key to the safe.

Bloodied, the man reaches into his pocket and takes out the key. Dollar Bill smacks it out of his hand with his stick, he picks it up and goes to the safe.

Dollar Bill: i love the smell of hidden dollar dollar bills.

I think that should be enough. We'll be off now.We'll be back next week, and i expect my car to be ready. Before we leave i'm sure you want to make a donation to Dollar Bill's church.

Dollar Bill kneels down next to the man, empties his pockets, takes his wedding ring and his watch. Vegeta walks over to the man on the floor and throws a towel over his face.

Vegeta: Clean yourself up, you're bleeding. Thats not how you make sales. You gotta be presentable like us.

The Blood pack walk off to Dollar Bill's limo. They get in and head to the Blitz arena. Once they're there, th blood pack are greeted by an interviewer.

Interviewer: Aladdin, Vegeta what are your thoughts on your match.

Aladdin: Walk with me, talk with me.

Vegeta: Well, first off we've got to give props to the GM of Blitz for finally pulling himself together and giving us our oppurtunity.

Aladdin: Yeah, yeah, who cares about that, we got our match thats all that matters.

Aladdin stops and starts talking.

Aladdin: Here's my two cents. As you should all know by now, i've never won any singles titles in my career coz i never pursued them, but i have won plenty of tag titles in my former federations. I'm a pro at this. Me and Vegeta have been tagging for years and years, we know each other in and out, and our opponents havent even met back stage. How d'you expect them to work as a team, they dont know each other so how can they trust one and other.

Aladdin: Stevo316, its funny that i have to face you again. You didnt get enough of a beating last time, i guess, you dont want to stay down. You got guts kid, no brains, but guts. Its like bach's prelude and fugue, one not complete without the other; in your case one beating isnt enough for you, but you need two. Don't get me wrong, the blood pack will be happy to give you another one. In fact, will be real nice to you, any time you feel like being gutsy, give us a call and we'll put you in your place. I beat you once, i'll beat you again.

Vegeta: this'll be my first encounter with you stevo, and i'm looking forward to it.

Aladdin: Rota Grade. When we were recruiting members, i had my eye on you. I thought you would be a major player, to see that you're never even around here. Now, that you're not with me, you're against me; and i can't let anyone oppose me, so it looks like you're just gonna have to be eliminated.

Vegeta: Its funny, my first match i tagged with you, now you're my opponent. We lost that match together and its all coz you couldnt keep up with me. So now i'm gonna get you back for ruining my first match at P2PW.

Aladdin: Spaz. I'm 100% behind you in your match at Blitz. You see, if you win you number 1 contendership match for the rage title, you'll have not onw but two title matches the following week on Blitz. And you wont be 100% mentally or physically to face me. If you're not 100% then you have an even smaller chance of beating me and Vegeta. But its not like you could when you're at the top of your game.

Aladdin: The Blood Pack's time has arrived. Its our turn to reign supreme in P2PW. Dollar Bill is gonna win his match at Blitz and go on to beat Cactus for the International title and me and Vegeta are gonna be wearing tag team gold soon. But lets concentrate on this week. Stevo316 and Rota grade are gonna face a couple of tigers. And when its all said and done, i'm gonna cross Stevo316 and Rota Grade off the "Endangered Species List".

Dollar Bill: Time for y'all to leave.

Interviewer: Can you just tell us where Simz is before we go?

Dollar Bill: Simz is filling in for me at my Chuuuuch! Someone's gotta keep all the parasites away from my money. Aladdin's tiger is also with him, just for company.

Dollar Bill gestures for them to go. But Aladdin, grabs the interviewer by the shoulder.

Aladdin: I didnt say you could go. Now i got one more thing to say. Blood is thicker than water! And the year of the tiger has begun and path of blood and destruction shall follow in its wake!

Vegeta: (clearing his throat) i think you've forgotten something. Donate, muthafucker, to Dollar Bill's church. All proceeds go to a worthy cause.

Dollar Bill: (whispering to Aladdin) yeah my whores and my new blinging home.

The interviewer takes out a five dollar bill and reaches it out to Dollar Bill. Aladdin, Vegeta and Dollar Bill look at each other, smiling. Vegeta jumps the interviewer and the attack pursues as the zeroin fades to black.

[Darth Peccatus]

>We open to a panoramic view of the heavens; an infinite field of sheer black, sprinkled with the pinpricks of light that are faraway stars, arranged into constellations as if that were God's chosen form of ethereal artwork. Our collective thoughts are dragged from this melancholy wandering by the sudden motions of the camera; the view zooms out, smoothly, until we can see a clean white border around the stars and a high-backed, rounded chair made of similarly-coloured material. Though the chair's back is facing us, we can see a single hand, its fingertips drumming restlessly against the chair's unblemished arm. After a few moments, the hand pushes against the chair, using it for support...and De'Si Nidea rises into view, and sighs long and hard whilst massaging his shoulders to speed up the circulation. He then steps over to a small coffee table, littered with the various Lego pieces needed to create a Naboo Starfighter model, and pushes a small red switch, in the shape of an arrow, on a small black box. It emits a beep, before a low, emotionless voice addresses the entire room...<

"You have two new messages..."

>De'Si merely stands, listening, as the machine continues.<

"...Hey, Nidea, it's Stare, the GM of Blitz! if ya didn't know. You got yourself a match; four-way elimination for a numero-uno contender's spot at the International Championship. Good luck!"

>De'Si seems to ponder this for a moment, before nodding to himself and smiling ever-so-slightly.<

"...Yo, it's Chadwick here. Don't know if you heard, but we's both in this contender's 4-way at Blitz!, and I figured a smart guy like you would wanna meet up beforehand, discuss strategy and all that. Hit me back."

>De'Si stares at the machine in obvious confusion; clearly, he's wondering why on earth Chadwick would actively wish to be punched. Dismissing the comment as merely another aspect of earthen behaviour that he's not quite cottoned onto yet, Nidea shrugs and turns to face the camera, clearing his throat as he does so.<

"Well, it appears that I will be required to lock my proverbial S-foils into attack position at this coming Blitz! show. In order to gain a potential chance at claiming this coveted International Title...I wonder, though; by 'international', does this mean various subsectors on this planet, or the entire star system that this planet belongs to? Heck, it could even mean all seven star systems that surround the headquarters of Rendilli StarDrive Incorporated. Who knows? Such is a trivial matter, though. What of my competition?"

>After a few minutes, the camera operator figures out that this query was directed toward him, and spouts off the names of De'Si's future opponents; Chadwick, Dickie Cha'Mone, and Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. De'Si ponders these folks for a moment.<

"Chadwick, I know precious little of. I recognise his talent; he is what others call a 'rising star' in this organisation. Which is a bit of a ridiculous moniker, since stars obviously don't rise - they remain permanently stuck in their system's centre of gravity for the entirety of their lifespan. But irrelevant of any flawed logic on some people's parts, he is very much a skilled competitor. I have no real quarrel with his methods or aims to date, since he shows no clear taint or influence related to the Dark Side. Of course, I do aim to be victorious in this match...but I shan't be displeased in any way if Chadwick were to come out on top. I mean, 'win'. That phrase just revolted you utterly, didn't it?"

>De'Si looks somewhat sheepish as the camera operator makes loud retching sounds; evidently, he thought a little too much about what Chadwick would be doing if he were 'on top' of De'Si, Dickie and Dollar Bill. De'Si coughs loudly and waits a moment for any giggling amongst audience members to subside.<

"Erm, moving right along, we have Dickie Cha'Mone. We've conflicted once before, Dickie, though I daresay that neither of us were at the top of our game that night. As such, I will be - how do you say it? - 'stepping up a level'...or something. I think that's right...and, well, you..."

>De'Si adopts a strange stance, with his toes pointing inward so far that they face each other, and with one hand clasping his head whilst the other mimics the gesture at his general crotch area.<

"...You'll know that's right! Ahem."

>With the moment passed, De'Si returns to a regular stance, hands clasped at the small of his back in a vain effort to restore some semblance of professionalism.<

"Yes. However, Dickie, as I think I've told you once before; your current attitude and manner trouble me greatly. Your ego has made you bitter, angered, hostile; and you don't seem to acknowledge that this is a negative thing. With such a bright potential future ahead of you, Mister Cha'Mone, do you really want to destroy it all by falling to the path of evil? Wasting sickness, narrow-mindedness, dodgy contact lenses...that is what the future will hold for you if you don't wake up and steer yourself off this course to self-destruction. Heed that warning. Please."

"And last, but by no means least, we have Pastor Bishop...Dollar...Deacon...what? Oh, sorry; Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. Right?"

>The camera operator nods in confirmation.<

"Good. Well, you're an...interesting individual, Bishop. You seem to represent a religion which, in my short time here on this planet, I've found to be the most morally upstanding, outdated and conservative system of belief that I've encountered; yet at the same time, you launder money, do things to women that I'd rather not talk about on public television, and quite possibly - and I mean no offence by this, especially if it's untrue - are hooked on illegal narcotics. I'm sure you happen to be a most intriguing conversationalist. Now, I haven't really had enough time to form any conclusive decision over whether or not you are a potential threat to peace and justice in the galaxy...though I do have my suspicions. However, until such a decision can be finalised, I shall accept that you are merely a businessman trying to make a decent living for himself. And please; don't do what others have, and think I'm trying to force - bad pun, I'm sorry - my beliefs onto you. I have no intention of doing this, and if it seems that way, then please tell me, so I can take a different tack in the future. So we go to battle, then, Bishop; and in the absence of a clear higher goal, I'm expecting nothing but a high-quality contest. Please don't disappoint me."

"Anyway, all this talking has temporarily drained me, so I will be parting with you for some much-needed meditational exercises. Until Blitz! then, to my opponents and to the viewers, may the Force be with you!"

>With that, De'Si slumps back down into his chair and picks up a small joypad, before using the Force-push-the-small-button power to switch on a widescreen TV mounted onto the wall, and restarting from whence he left off in Rogue Squadron 3: Rebel Strike. As he begins to play, we hear a loud creaking sound...and suddenly, the starry backdrop falls away, revealing itself to be naught but a cardboard screen. De'Si stares at it through the viewport for a moment, before shrugging and returning to his videogame trance.<

>Exit scene.<

[diddlysquat]

MAIN EVENT:
Steel Cage Match
Soul Reaper's #1 Conteder Rematch Clause is on the line
Hellspawn

Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match
#1 Contender's Match for the International Title
De'Si Nidea

Lottery Drawing:
#1 Contender for the Undisputed Internet Championship

#1 Contender's Match for the Tag Team Titles
The Blood Pack - Aladdin & "The Tiger" Vegeta

#1 Contender for the Rage Title
Spaz

[jessica]

Soul Reaper's #1 Conteder Rematch Clause is on the line
Soul Reaper

Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match
#1 Contender's Match for the International Title
De'Si Nidea

#1 Contender's Match for the Tag Team Titles
The Blood Pack - Aladdin & "The Tiger" Vegeta

#1 Contender for the Rage Title
Addryd

[Vegeta]

Hellspawn

Dollar Bill

The Blood Pack

Spaz

[Reaper]

TONIGHT'S MATCHES

MAIN EVENT:
Soul Reaper

Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match
#1 Contender's Match for the International Title
De'Si Nidea

#1 Contender's Match for the Tag Team Titles
The Blood Pack - Aladdin & "The Tiger" Vegeta

#1 Contender for the Rage Title
Spaz

[ShaneMontez]

MAIN EVENT:
Steel Cage Match
Soul Reaper's #1 Conteder Rematch Clause is on the line
Soul Reaper

Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match
#1 Contender's Match for the International Title
De'Si Nidea

#1 Contender's Match for the Tag Team Titles
The Blood Pack - Aladdin & "The Tiger" Vegeta

#1 Contender for the Rage Title
Spaz

[Vegeta]

PROMO:
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Vegeta and Aladdin are in their changing room, planning their tag team match

Vegeta: So, who are you going to single out?

Aladdin: Stevo316, I'm not taking my eyes off him


Vegeta:Fine, I'll go for Rota Grade.

The partners start working out, preparing for their match.

After a while, they decide to go and have a drink. They walk out of thier changing rooms, heading for a vending machine.

Vegeta:How do you feel about the match?

Aladdin: We'll win ea... what the heck?

As Aladdin and Vegeta walk up to the vending machine , they see a disturbing picture on the wall behind it.

Vegeta: It's horrible.

Two tigers are in the picture, with their heads seperated from thier bodies. Blood is pouring out of the tiger carcases and the tigers' eyes are bulging out in terror. Underneath each of the tigers are the names 'Vegeta' and 'Aladdin' in blood red letters.

Aladdin:Who could have done this?

Vegeta's hands curl into fists, as his expression changes from suprised to furious.

Vegeta(angrily)It was Rota Grade and Stevo316.

Vegeta and Aladdin walk silently back to their changing room (without even thinking about the vending machine) and solemnly swear to do all it takes to beat Stevo316 and Rota Grade

[Dickie Cha'mone]

one below please, thank you please

[Dickie Cha'mone]

i pmed mick by mistake on here my bad

so heres the proper promo, votes first

Soul Reaper's #1 Conteder Rematch Clause is on the line
Soul Reaper

Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match
#1 Contender's Match for the International Title
Dickie Cha'mone

Lottery Drawing:
#1 Contender for the Undisputed Internet Championship

#1 Contender's Match for the Tag Team Titles
The Blood Pack - Aladdin & "The Tiger" Vegeta

#1 Contender for the Rage Title
Spaz

promo

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the cameras are still in the hospital and you see Chadwick leaving Dickie Cha'mone in his hospital bed, Dickie is wearing a white head band with the rest of him under his bed sheets and bandaged up, the bed next to him has the curtain around it.. p2p interviewer Kacey Garcia arrives to interview Dickie Cha'mone...

Kacey Garcia: Dickie can I ask a few questions about your health and if you can make it to blitz for your title shot..

Dickie barely picks his hand and points to the bed next to him, Kacey Garcia opens the curtain to reveal Gary Roamer, completly covered in plaster upto his neck, surrounded by machines and drips..

Kacey Garcia: Gary???

Gary Roamer: Yeah its me, my bad self the one and only, and I wondered when you would get here to pester my client, you should know by now he ain't speaking to anyone until he gets his title shot..

Kacey Garcia: But he's scheduled to be in a number one contenders match...

Gary Roamer: Don't you think I know that, just because I can't move a muscle don't mean I can't watch television, but hey less of my bad self attitude have I got a scoop for you.. Has that piss flap Chadwick gone?

Kacey Garcia: Yeah I just saw him leaving no...

Gary Roamer interupts Kacey..

Gary Roamer: Show her Dickie, show the world..

Dickie raises one arm and starts waving it around like he's trying to dance, he then waves it to his leg and whips off the cast, in a flash of an eye he is up out of the bed in a silver sequenced suit, moonwalking towards Gary Roamer's bed, with a shocked Kacey Garcia looking on

Gary Roamer: Now you know thats right, that fool Chadwick has once again been fooled, Dickie is fit and ready to go but tonight is not about the number one title shot, its not about Chadwick, De'Si Nidea or that other prat Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill, I thinks thats his name I dont like it so for the purpose of this interview, we'll just call him Steve. tonight is about showing certain individials whats what, right there in the ring and not in some motel room, because everyone should know by now that i'm a lover not a fighter and Dickie's the fighter not a lover..

Dickie is about to step in and say something, when Gary stops him

Gary Roamer: Don't worry I got this holmes. So tonight Anthony, you may think your're Da Man, but tonight Dickie is going to see three Da Mans, in the squared circle and each and everyone of them will be beaten, in the past...

Gary Roamer is going bright red in the face when a nurse comes over and messes with one of the machines, Gary quickly calms down

Gary Roamer: In the past Chadwick we have shown you to much respect, trust me there will be none tonight, all you are is a piece of shit on my shoe and you all know what Dickie does to pieces of shit.. (Dickie pulls a funny face) he flushes them down the pan, and thats whats going to happen to you.. I presume you realise that tonight you ain't gonna win nuthin, because its all over for you, its done its finished as tonight its the start of the Dickie Cha'mone era, the new breed of p2pw is starting tonight, so you better get ready and I ain't even started on them two other fools yet, they should know what there getting..

Dickie Clenches his fists..

Kacey Garcia: Well..

Gary Roamer: Look blue eyes, just point the mic and let me do the talking, De'Si you ain't nuthin either all you gonna get is a full beat down with a side order of fries as you're gonna get it, I aint even worried about you brother and that other fella whats his name, ah yeah thats right Steve, now I don't know who you are either, hey I don't even care about you, all you are is a joke with your little jokepake, making jokes. All three of you will just be beaten in our ongoing pursuit of all what matters and thats the dominence of p2pw, you may all be laughing at me in this bed, but its me who's going to have the last laugh when its Dickie Cha'mone standing at the top of the pile calling the shots, as it is this man who is the man. and with me by his side he is one hell of bad invincible mo fo..

Dickie starts laughing and mimics having the belt around his waist..

Gary Roamer: You see this, You looking at this (Gary is motioning his eyes towards Dickie as he can't move anything else) That is the future right there, the future tonight, the future tomorrow and the future of p2pw until me or Dickie say otherwise and as Dickie ain't talking that is going to be one hell of a long time, as hey did you see Chadwick on wwe, no, Did you see De'Si or wwe, no, did you see... Steve on wwe no. It was me no one else, It was me once again it was me and Dickie who were taking bullets for p2pw, but hey thats what this place means to us, while everyone else is worried about the size of there dressing room and what colour rose petals are on the floor, we are worried about the love of this business, and its that love whats going to take us to the very top of this business and like I said it all starts tonight when Dickie raises his hands as the winner. There is no doubt in anyones mind its done its dusted, now good day young ladies its time for my bed bath..

Dickie puts the curtains back round the bed leaving a bemused Kacey Garcia standing there, the cameras go back to the arena

[Hercules]

Hellspawn

Dollar Bill

The Blood Pack

Spaz

[soulreaper]

Soul Reaper is seen in his locker room, there is a man blind folded and chained to the wall. Torches are lit on either side of this man. He is also gagged and he tries to scream but is muffled. Soul Reaper walks into view and over to the man, Reaper grabs the mans head and slams it into the wall.

"Do you ever cease your idiotic screaming? Don't you understand that nobody can hear you, and even if they could, they wouldn't dare enter this room without my say so. Keep quiet, or I will make sure that you're never able to referree a match EVER again. Its bad enough that you caused me to lose my title by not paying attention, so just shut up, relax, and it will all be over soon.. Obviously you were hired by Shinns, Rocky at least has sense enough to hire non moronic help.

Reaper drops the mans head, and looks to the camera, he walks away to a banner that reads out "EVIL UNLIMITED"

"As for tonight.... Hellspawn, you'll notice this banner here..

Reaper takes out a lighter and sets it ablaze

"Do you understand what I just did Hellspawn? That was the official end of Evil Unlimited as a group. So that means that when you and I enter that ring, we enter as competitors, we enter as ex associates, and most importantly, we enter as enemies. Hellspawn, tonight you have the chance of your lifetime. IF you can beat me, then you automatically get what that punk Floorstare got, and thats an instant number 1 contender's shot at the P2PW World Title. Now to be honest, IF you can win, then the resulting match would be perfect. Both of you undeserving of what you have, and both of you lucky to have what you got. Trust me, though, Spawn, you will NEVER be able to get past me.

You came to me, you are the one that pleaded to be a part of what I had, but what happened when I let you? You dropped the ball, you failed me, you failed Evil Unlimited, hell you failed yourself. Ever since we met, you've been failing to do the things you said you would deliver on, and I am always the one dragging your dead weight, carrying you through everything, but you never once thanked me, you never apologized, and you never made the effort to even right the wrongs. So tonight, I end you. I rip you apart, tear that worthless soul from your lifeless body, and I throw your body to the tormented undead creatures that will disembowl you and make sure that you are never to fail anything EVER again.

The time has come to take back what was mine, and to do that Hellspawn, I must destroy you. Well be glad that I let you avoid it this long. At the end of the night Spawn, I will be victorious and you will just be another victim on my path of destruction.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Your soul is Mine!

Death is coming, and there is no Escape!"

Reaper picks up his barbwire baseball bat from a near by table and walks over to the man chained to the wall. He rears the bat back, the shot goes black, but the audio still plays, there is a sick THUD! and a muffled screaming cry, then we cut to commercial.

[soulreaper]

Soul Reaper
Chadwick
Blood Pack
Addryd

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

As the action on this week’s edition of Blitz! has brought the crowd to a fever pitch, the arena suddenly falls silent as the lights cut out, leaving only the glow of a dimmed Zeroin to illuminate the masses of fans at ringside. The Zeroin then flicks on. A silver pocket watch is shown dangling on from a thick chain. The watch twists and turns delicately as it hangs balanced, having a somewhat hypnotic effect. From the darkness off camera, a familiar voice comes;

Addryd : Tick tock, tick tock … “Time; that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.”<br>
The camera pans out to reveal Addryd in his entirety, sat cross-legged on the floor of his locker room, dressed in a long black velvet coat, a Queen Adreena T-shirt and baggy black pants with his hair tied back. He is staring at the watch as it spins in mid-air with a content and peaceful smile on his face. He continues to speak;

Addryd : A wise man once said that. And indeed it has been, so far, my reality here in P2PW. From day one, I was held down and forced to bide my time. No longer. I won’t allow it. The mind can perceive this ‘black and narrow isthmus’ in two ways; one, the time that has existed between my debut and now, or two, the space that exists between I and the man who stands in my way of glory, Spaz.

The crowd erupt at the mention of Spaz, and the “AUSSIE !” chant begins. Addryd listens to the fans for a couple of seconds before proceeding;

Addryd : It’s nice to see you’ve managed to exploit these idiots’ vanity. I like that very much. The only let-down factor of you displaying somewhat appealing and admirable qualities is that ultimately you decided to scrape the bottom of the tank. The fans are, and always have been, bottom-feeding scum, plankton if you will. You tell me that these dense and moronic fools are the reason you lost your International and Tag Team titles the first time around ? Congratulations, you’ve just exposed a major character flaw to the entire world, well, those who are clever enough to spot it. So caught up in other people’s opinions of you that you changed the person you are inside. You make me sick. And for what ? So those ungrateful sons of bitches would cheer your name ? Fly signs of support above their heads for you ? Idolater. Perfect prey for The Nephillim.

The crowd begin to boo and hiss at Addryd. Addryd stands up from his cross-legged sitting position, and winds the pocket watch up the chain and into his hand. He holds the old watch out in his palm so the camera can see it fully.

Addryd : Time … your time … our time … my time. So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person's genius is confined to a very few hours - your time. And it’s over. The paths of destiny are meeting, and at the crossroad the Devil will make a pact with the bearer of the greater destiny for the souls of all mankind - our time. And it’s right now. Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival - my time. And it’s tonight and forever more. Time … clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

With that, Addryd takes the pocket watch and throws it hard against the wall, smashing it in to dozens of little pieces.

Addryd : And now it’s time to get this party started. So you don’t fear me, huh ? Perhaps you should, Spaz. It’s only natural for man to fear what he does not like nor understand. To be honest, I’d like it to stay this way. It works better for me. It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire and many things to fear and fear always springs from ignorance, and you my friend would be my prime example of ignorance and fear. Pretend all you like, I see you in all your fearful shame as clear as crystal. I am inside your head; in your worst nightmares where I truly shine to my full potential. I creep like a haunting black smog over your brain whilst thy sleep. No solace do I give, no mercy shall I solicit. The fear that lies behind you and the fear that lies in front of you tonight pales in comparison to the fear inside of you, Spaz. Mark my words, son of a bitch. Before tonight is through, I shall consume every rational emotion you can muster and leave you a warbling, drooling mess in the middle of the ring, murmuring senselessly like a wayward didgeridoo. That number one contenders’ spot is the Black Bird’s. And if you’re friends in The Insanity want to try and cost me that spot, I would ask them at this time to sincerely reconsider …<br>
From somewhere off camera, HeX enters and stands behind and slightly off to the side of Addryd, placing his right hand on his left shoulder.

Addryd : … because it could prove to be a grave mistake in the sense that revenge multiplies for The Nephillim. Don’t doubt me; these are not the ramblings of a demented sociopath. These are the promises of two demented sociopaths ! Deny me what is mine and HeX and I shall see to it that the next square object you step in to after that ring will be your caskets. After what happened at Winter Frenzy, you are already all marked men. We don’t need another excuse; we just wish to increase your punishment. Behold, the wrath of angels shall be bore on the hearts and souls of the weak and the mindless. Spaz, prepare to stare in to the eyes that hold Oblivion back. You want to go nose-to-nose and toe-to-toe, face-to-face and person-to-person then you’ll get the closest view of Oblivion’s unleashing. I just hope you are prepared, you piece of shit.

The camera begins to reverse out as Addryd closes up his promo.

Addryd : Tick tock … Tick tock … Tick tock … Tick … time’s up. The Nightmare Hour begins … NOW!

Addryd smiles maniacally and looks with his cold eyes straight in to the center of the camera. The camera zooms out a little more, and then Zeroin cuts out completely.

[Stare]

*locked again*