Blitz! Voting & Promos (5/9 - 5/13)

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

My votes are as follows;

Darth Peccatus

D-Unit Members: Diddly Squat & Mastadon

the j-man

Addryd.

I am writing a promo right now and I'm gonna finish it before I go to sleep tonight, without question.

[Vegeta]

---------------------------PROMO-----------------------------------

Aladdin and Vegeta are playing tennis doubles against a couple of old ameteurs, while discussing their tag team match against Mastadon and Diddly Squat.

One of the old men shouts to Vegeta and Aladdin.

Old man: We're serving first , OK?

Vegeta: Fine, (then quietly so only he and Aladdin can hear) you old shit.

Aladdin: Why didn't you just say that to his face?

Vegeta: Because then the old bugger would stop playing and start complaining.

Aladdin: True

The old man serves slowly and just manages to get the ball over the net. Laughing at the weak attempt, Aladdin blasts the ball back with a perfect shot, startling their two opponents.

Veg:Why are we playing with these two losers anyway?

Aladdin:Because if we we're playing against dificult players we wouldn't be able to discuss our match with D-Unit.

The old man carries on serving and eventually loses the game. Vegeta starts serving and easily achieves an ace with perfect speed and precision.

Veg:So, how do you feel about the match with D-Unit?

We'll beat them easily. Anyway, I know I can rely on you; you made Dan "Dragon" Taylor retire.

Veg: But these two might be hard

Al:(Laughing) What? A couple of G-Unit wannabes with one of them being a mastadon masturbater and the other a squat ape? No way, they won't be hard at all.

Vegeta starts laughing wildly.

Al:It ain't that funny, mate.

Veg: (Laughing) Mastadon masturbator! You crack me up!

Al:Stop acting gay Veg, or I'll have to send you to the old mens' team.

The two wrestlers easily beat the old men and leave towards their car.

Veg: Man, we should play for Wimbledon or something.

Al: We're wrestlers Veg, not tennis players. Anyway, are you ready for the match?

Veg:Yeah, we'll beat them easy peasy lemon squeezy

Aladdin turns around and walks back to the courts.

Veg: Where you goin' ?

Al: To tell the old men they've got a new player.

END PROMO

[Dickie Cha'mone]

votes

Singles Match
Darth Peccatus

Tag Team Match
D-Unit Members: Diddly Squat & Mastadon (without a doubt the best tag team in this business)

Singles Match
_the j-man

MAIN EVENT
Leather Strap Singles Match
Addryd

promo when tnt results are up

[McKenna]

McKenna sits, watching the plasma screen in his skybox, above the arena. He sees the people, and hears their voices, but it's all just noise. All it is is bleating and whining and pissing and moaning.

These are the people who said he did that himself when he walked away to WWE. But what did they understand? What did they know that what he and ROCKY were trying to do?

They were ensuring not only the survival of P2PW, but to make it number 1. By stealing it's prized asset from under the nose of Vince McMahon. Vince's paranoia meant he never wanted the World Title to be in the hands of someone leaving. Look what he did to Bret Hart.

But, in his desperation to sign McKenna, and in ROCKY's "desperation" to be rid of him, McMahon forgot the no-compete clause. It was all so rushed, so perfect. So easy.

"Bide your time, and when I say, you come back to me, come back to where you are wanted. To hell with the roster, to hell with the fans. Your place is here. Your home is here."

ROCKY's parting words still echo around his head. The words that rang true. And now, he was here, and ready. He had his chance to take the place from the top. From FLOORSTARE, to remove the gold from round his waist, and place it in its rightful home, over his shoulder.

But something is troubling him. Why hasnt STARE said anything? Not one thing, not one word, one action, come from out of the World Heavyweight Champion's corner.

He hasnt experienced this before. Well not since.. but that was years ago, and he knew how to beat that. But STARE's silence was different. STARE, in some way was getting into McKenna's system. It was starting to eat at him, no it wasnt, it was an irritant, an itch. One itch he had to get rid of. He had to break STARE's silence, but how to get his attention. His full, undivided attention.

McKenna's own silence is broken by a loud impatient knock at the door. He opens it to reveal NATION stood there, suspicion written all over his face.

McKenna You got my message?

Nation I would'nt be here otherwise

McKenna No tricks, I promise

Nation Yeah, like you promised after Sole Survivor?

McKenna You gonna come in and hear what I have to say, or are you gonna stand there all night, bleating like the sheep I've been watching on the screen?

NATION, wary walks in, McKenna looking out to see if he has been followed. Then quietly, he close the door behind them

[Aladdin]

The camera pans into a dark room where Aladdin normally seeks sanctuary. The single light emphasizes the husky, smokey air in the room. The tension is at an all time high, as something very important is about to go down. There is a silence in the room.

Aladdin: Royal flush!

The camera pans down from the light to show the Blood Pack all sat around a poker table, playing, with two of Dollar Bill’s hookers looking on. Dollar Bill and Vegeta are smoking on a couple premium brand Cubans. Aladdin takes the chips from the centre ands stacks them up in his pile, while Simz bangs his head on the table upset by the last hand.

Dollar Bill: Aladdin, I gotta give you your props. This place is da bomb for poker. Perfect amount of light, great atmosphere.

Aladdin: Well ya’ know, this place was going to waste otherwise, so why not get some use out of it?

Dollar Bill: A point well made Al, you’ll be hooked up tonight.

Aladdin: Ummmm… Well…Sorry Dollar Bill, but I don’t want to hook up with a ho. Sorry, but that’s not how I roll anymore. But thanks for the offer…I guess.

Dollar Bill: That’s not how you roll?...

Dollar Bill raises an eyebrow and looks at Simz before they start to laugh.

Dollar Bill: Aladdin…bro… that was good. You nearly had me fooled.

Aladdin: Well I never said I was jo… naa forget it. We’ll talk later, but now Vegeta can you please deal the next hand so I can get my money!

Vegeta: Alright Al, calm down.

Vegeta shuffles the cards and deals them out to the Blood Pack. All members take a peak at their cards and toss a chip into the centre of the table.

Simz: So the Blood Pack have a big night on Blitz. Three of us have matches.

Aladdin: Check

Dollar Bill: Check

Vegeta: Raise…(counts chips) two.

Aladdin: Who are our opponents?

Simz: Fold.

Simz slides his cards over to the dealer, Vegeta.

Vegeta: Simz has that n00b _j man or whatever his name is. Me and you are up against Diddly Squat and Mastadon, who have made some new wannabe Blood Pack faction, D-Unit.

Aladdin: I see your two, and raise you three.

Dollar Bill: Simz I expect you to deal with the jizz man just like you did with DDT, Dan “Dopey” Taylor. And then if the past repeats itself Vegeta you’ll be facing the jizz man next week and will retire the fool.

Vegeta: I Pity da Fool! John Cena’s video, what a joke.

Dollar Bill: Yeah, seriously does that guy think that he’s a gangsta by making some gay 80s series imitation. And I fold.

Aladdin: Diddly Squat…with Mastadon…you sure about that? I thought he was with…the Insanity.

Vegeta: Naa, he’s got beef with the Insanity now. He aligned himself with Chadclassic, coz he needed someone to fight for him.

Simz: And then Chadclassic went to Hollywood or something, so D-Squat was on his own. He obviously can’t survive on his own though, so he joined D-Unit.

Aladdin: G-Unit! Fifty and Lloyd Banks wouldn’t hang with Diddly…Maybe Young Buck though.

Vegeta: D-Unit. Not G, D! There’s no way in hell, that someone like Diddly would ever be allowed near G-Unit …I see your three.

Aladdin and Vegeta simultaneously turn over their cards.

Aladdin: Flush!

Vegeta: Straight Flush. I take it.

Vegeta drags all of the chips to his corner of the table. He collects all the cards and shuffles the pack.

Aladdin: Mastadon has been on quite the losing streak. Two straight losses to E-tizzle. In fact I don’t remember the last time he even won a match. His name is quite fitting…fat and, after this week’s Blitz, extinct. And Diddly Squat, just like the name says, he’s nothing. We’ll have no problem this week.

Dollar Bill: So whose out?

They all look at each other’s corners.

Vegeta: Just Simz. Dollar Bill, you’re running low.

Simz: Why me! Dollar Bill, I’ll buy your chops for 100 bucks a chip!

Dollar Bill: Hell No nigga!

Simz starts to sob. Dollar Bill suddenly slaps Simz, out of nowhere.

Dollar Bill: Man Up!

Vegeta deals out the cards and smiles at Simz. The three players take a look at their cards.

Aladdin: Check

Vegeta: Raise you 10 chips.

Dollar Bill: All in then. only 7 chips though. Split pot for me.

Dollar Bill separates the two stacks of chips.

Aladdin: Fold. I guess the rest of the locker room are rooting for D-Unit. I don’t see why. They’re never gonna surpass us. So many factions have been formed as of late, and do you know why? Of course you guys do, it’s coz they’re all jealous of the success of the Blood Pack. D-Unit and Deathrow are all good, but they’re great. And I suppose they all have their eyes set on what is rightfully ours. The P2PW World Tag Team titles. But they don’t realize what they’re going up against. Me and Vegeta have been tagging for over 10 years, since we were 15, and we’ve had each others back our whole lives. Me and you, Vegeta, we know each other like the back of our hands. These teams have known each other for like a week, and they expect to win the tag titles. We haven’t been on top form as of late, or at least I haven’t been, the P2PW locker room have become to comfortable around us and that’s something you just don’t do. It makes us more dangerous. We’ll make an example of D-Unit, then later on you’ll find us in da club, bottle full of bub. You know the rest.

Dollar Bill and Vegeta flip around their cards.

Vegeta: Straight.

Dollar Bill: Three of a Kind.

Vegeta: I take it…You’re out Dollar. It’s just me and you now Al.

Aladdin: Just like it will be at Blitz. How about we make this the last hand, both all in.

Vegeta: Sounds good.

Vegeta deals the cards. They both take a peak at their cards and put all their chips into the middle. Vegeta flips over his card.

Vegeta: Bullet aces.

Aladdin flips his cards.

Aladdin: Bullet Aces. Both of us have two Aces, what a coincidence. I guess we’ll have to split the pot.

Vegeta: We both stand triumphant together, just like we will on Blitz.

Aladdin: Okay Dollar Bill and Simz pay up.

Vegeta packs away the chips and cards into a bag, along with the Blood Tigers winnings. Simz and Dollar Bill head out of the room, while Vegeta and Aladdin are talking at the table.

Aladdin: I told you these extra cards up our sleeves would help.

Vegeta and Aladdin smile at each other, and grasp each others’ hands in celebration, as the camera zooms into their hands locked as it fades to black.

["Black Label" Sean Patterson]

Blitz! returns from a commercial break. The camera swings around the packed sell-out crowd in the arena before focusing on the Kacey Garcia, who is stood in the middle of the ring. Decked in her casuals, she waits for the noise from the crowd to subside slightly. She raises the microphone to her mouth.

Kacey Garcia : Ladies and gentleman, please welcome to ring the one of the P2PW’s rising stars. He is set to contend for the chance to face the Rage champion on the biggest stage of them all, Wrestle Fever 2, and is the ring leader of the Circus of Nightmares … the Black Bird, ADDRYD !

’The Freaky Fanfare’ hits the P.A. to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Soon enough, the white strobe lights begin to flash and the green smoke ripples out of the stage. Seconds later, Addryd emerges from behind the smoke, dressed in his pinstriped ring leader costume and skull face paint, his dreadlocks hanging loosely from underneath his top hat. He poses to the crowd momentarily before proceeding down the ramp. He ascends up the steel ring steps and climbs the turnbuckle, posing to the crowd some more, which have now almost unanimously reverted to loud booing. He stares down a bunch of teenagers in the front row before looking over his shoulder at Kacey, who is stood patiently waiting for him. He climbs down, retrieves a microphone from a P2PW worker at ringside and joins her in the centre of the ring. The music fades out and Kacey begins.

Kacey Garcia : First of all, thank you Addryd for taking the time to answer some questions I have for you. First of all, you have the chance to become Rage champion at Wrestle Fever 2, the biggest date in the P2PW calendar. But first you must beat fellow up-and-comer Darth Peccatus for that right at Momentum. What are your thoughts ?

Addryd : My thoughts ? I think there has been a lot of talk around here. All week I’ve been hearing ‘Addryd got this shot through default’, ‘Addryd isn’t worthy’, ‘Addryd never proved himself to be a contender’. Bullshit. Can I be held responsible if Wolverine was too big a chicken shit to step in the ring with me ? Can I be held responsible if Wolverine didn’t have, to quote Mick Foley, the testicular fortitude to show ? The answer is no I cannot. Anyone who thinks different is an idiot, because at the end of the day the fact is I would have beat his hairy little X-Men-loving ass to the count anyway. But it doesn’t seem to matter what I do or how I do it, judging on how I am still being treated around here. I see little faith from both the fans and my colleagues backstage. I see …<br>
The crowd begin a chant of ‘OVERRATED !’, forcing Addryd to pause. He looks around at the crowd with a stern yet calm look upon his face.

Addryd : I see that nothing but disillusioned idiots who fear the truth. I see a fear of change. A word from the Wise, change is imminent. I want you all to know this, and I want you all to watch me very, very closely. Up until now, I’ve done some fucked up shit to get my name known – kidnap, assault, arson – but none of my actions thus far have put gold around my waist. This, my students, has led me to two conclusions. I either one; have not been trying quite hard enough, or two; I’m overrated just like you say I am … but I highly doubt number two! So that leaves me with just one question, how am I going to show all the disbelievers and naysayers who, despite everything I’ve done here, still think they know what I’m capable of and what I’m capable of isn’t good enough, and I think I know how. This brings me to next call of business. Spaz …<br>
The crowd pop at the mention of the Insanity member, and a loud ‘AUSSIE’ chant whips up.

Addryd : You people like that, huh ? You like Spaz ? What’s the big deal ? Yeah, yeah – I know, tag champ, former International champ. There is no doubt that Spaz has accomplished a lot in his time here. Nobody can take that away, but you should all realise just one fact. The majority of Spaz’s glory lays in the memory of the nostalgic morons. That’s the PAST. SPAZ IS THE PAST, AND I AM THE FUTURE. It’s common knowledge that Spaz has gotten the better of me in past encounters, but tonight those victories will become nothing more than P2PW folklore. I told you tonight is about change and, dammit, so it has been written and so it shall be done ! Their will be no fairytale ending for you tonight, ‘Skip’. I guarantee that. The forgotten past shall hinder this company’s bright and talented future no longer. Which brings me to third and final point of the evening … Momentum, and beyond. Nidea, Peccatus … whatever you’re calling yourself these days … you are a marked man. You are marked because you are standing in my way. Make no mistakes, I was talking about you when I mentioned the future of this company, but just because you and I are on the same level in some respects doesn’t mean I will give you the respect perhaps I should. All you need to understand, Jedi Boy, is this one thing- I will do anything I find necessary to beat you and be the number one contender for the Rage title. If I have to lie, so be it. If I have to cheat, so be it. If I have to use ‘The Force’ and take that lightsaber of yours and deposit it firmly between your Braxant sector and Yaga Minor, so fucking be it ! I want you to know, as soon as tonight is over and my match with Spaz is over and done, I’ll be waiting for you. Momentum is right around the corner, so tonight I want you to watch me. I want you to see me do away with the Past. I want you to see in to your Future. I want you to see that I am that future, Peccatus. That future is accompanied by the harsh reality that is the truth – I will beat you to once and for all prove I am deserving of the title ‘Number one Contender for the Rage Title’. And if you look real hard in to your future you will see this – Addryd, standing victorious over a KO’ed Nation, will be the Rage champion by the time Wrestle Fever is done and dusted, and you my friend will be nothing more than an oilspot on the ground behind me when I look over my belt-laden shoulder. There you go, Miss Garcia – Thought, Response, Truth. That’s all there is …<br>
Addryd drops the mic to the canvas and walks out of the ring to as the ‘Freaky Fanfare’ plays one more time to a mass of boos, leaving Kacey alone in the ring. Addryd heads to the back, seeming confident, blunt and certainly not in the mood for the mischief he usually displays.

[Stare]

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