Blitz! Preview 11/3 - Closes 11/8/05, 7pm (EST)

[Stare]

LIVE FROM THE CONTINENTAL AIRLINES ARENA
NEW JERSEY

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We scale in upon the capacity crowd. No music is played as the camera grazes over the audience for a bit. We finally take a ring shot, and see what appears to be every member of the Blitz! roster in, or around the ring. The camera pans around to spot "The Ladies Man" Chilly Willy leaning in a corner, smiling at some nearby girls in the audience. We see Cactus, standing in a corner, everyone else keeping a distance as he sizes up the competition. We pan more to see J.T. Blade and _the j-man, having a conversation of some sort. _the j-man walks away as he passes by Trent Acid, who watches him as he paces by. Finally we see Soul Reaper, standing outside of the ring, looking on at everyone within, holding his International Belt over his shoulder. The crowd is chattering as the Superstars all look annoyed at waiting. Finally "Energy" hits as the crowd quickly boo loudly as Stare walks out in a suit with a mic in hand. The music finally cuts as he stops at the top of the rampway. The roster looks at him as he looks back. The audience is booing loudly as Stare begins to speak

Stare: First of all, I want to welcome each and every one of you in that ring to "MY" Show.

The crowd boos as some of the roster appear enraged by the emphasis Stare has made

Stare: First of all, it needs to be understood that the people in the ring have to do what I say, when I say it! If anyone steps out of line, I will not hesitate to fire your ass! I don't care if it's Starcrunch, I don't care if it's Ecos, I don't care if it's Soul Reaper, I don't even care if it's Nation!

The crowd boos loudly as Stare looks on in the ring. He peers around for a moment as the mic is brought down to his side. He looks around a bit more as he raises the mic

Stare: . . . and where is Nation?

A couple of superstars in the ring glance around as Stare peers on. He sticks his tongue in his cheek as he nods down, and mumbles something to himself

Stare: I guess, being the World Champion and all, that he wasn't able to make it? That's just fine, if he wants to try and make a statement, I'll make an example of him. Tonight, in that very ring, the Main Event will be a World title match as Nation will be putting his World Title on the line against . . . ME!!

Stare laughs as he takes a couple of steps back. Suddenly, "P.C." hits as Shinn's Theory walks out to a massive roar. He looks around with a smile as Stare cocks an eyebrow as Shinns looks over at him. He sticks his hand out as the crowd laughs as Stare holds the mic away from him. Shinns looks at Stare and mumbles something as Stare slowly brings the mic around and hands it to Shinns. Shinns smirks and pats Stare on the head as the crowd laughs. Stare looks enraged at Shinns as he begins to speak

Shinn's Theory: Now, I know we had a little agreement, Stare. A little agreement that I wouldn't get into your business tonight if you didn't interfere with mine. But, unfortunately for you, you've already done that!

Shinns paces back a little bit as he continues

Shinn's Theory: You see, I think you're forgetting a little PPV called WrestleFever 2. I believe the stipulation was "The winner will be able to create the card for the first TNT and Blitz! following Fever"?

The crowd cheer as Shinns continues

Shinn's Theory: And let me be the first to say that the match you just proposed is NOT going to happen! In fact, I've taken it upon myself to read over your contract, and it doesnt even contain a rematch clause due to a "blemish". So, I be . . .

Stare: What the Hell do you mean blemish!

Shinns glares at Stare with wide eyes

Shinn's Theory: First off, don't interrupt me! Secondly, I'm the owner, do NOT forget that! I will explain that blemish to you later, but as of right now, you will not be getting a rematch for the World Title. But, that is not the only thing I came out here to do.

Shinns adjusts the collar on his jacket as he continues

Shinn's Theory: First, I have an announcement that affects the Blitz! Roster. I'm sure you all remember when Mary Lindsay announced that a new title would be introduced, and I am here to tell you that it indeed will be. In fact, this championship will be unlike any belt any of you have ever been in the presence of. The board was even against this title, but fortunately, before her head was taken off by accident, Mary Lindsay was able to pull some strings alongside me, and this title has become approved. The reason this belt was not in favor of the Board is because, quite frankly, the powers-that-be have no power over this belt.

Shinn's smiles as the Blitz! Roster looks a bit confused. The audience is hushed except for a few people as Shinns smiles

Shinn's Theory: How that title will be determined will be explained later on tonight. But, onto the matches for tonight! First off, I wanted to do something unique with the individuals involved in the Battle Royal. We all heard the announcement that NIN Horror has chosen to go after the Tag Team Titles with Spackle, and that will happen next month when the Tag Champs, whoever they are at that time, come over to Blitz! for the whole month. But, as I said, I wanted to make a match with some of those individuals. So, considering how special I think it is that the final four participants in the contest just so happen to be in the ring, we will see a tag match. Tonight, Starcrunch will be teaming up with Spackle to go up against J.T. Blade and the winner of the Battle Royal, NIN Horror!

The crowd cheer loudly as Spackle and NIN stand next to each other with a smirk

Shinn's Theory: And ladies, if you two pull another stunt like you did at Fever, you'll be reading papers that are pinker than Spackle's hair!

Spackle's eyes widen as NIN looks at Shinns with anger as they stare at one another

Shinn's Theory: Also, I figured a title match was in order. I received a list of 10 random Blitz! Superstars, and tonight, Soul Reaper will be defending the title against the winner of that drawing . . . "The Ladies Man" Chilly Willy!

Chilly Willy smiles and grinds his hands together as the crowd cheers as Soul Reaper looks back at him in the ring with a sadistic smirk

Shinn's Theory: Also, there are a couple of teams that were split up by the draft, and I think it's time to see how these guys will fend for themselves. "The Tiger" Vegeta will be going up against the former Tag Team Champ, Trent Acid!

The audience cheers as both men look please with the match in the ring

Shinn's Theory: But, what kind of night would this be without a main event? And you know, I didnt really want to sign this match, but due to the amount of bitching that's been going on, I'm sure you've all read it on the rumor sites, I'm going to let this match happen. Tonight, the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Nation, will be going one on one with The J-Man!

The audience cheers as _the j-man claps his hands together at the announcement and makes a belt symbol around his waist

Shinn's Theory: And, listen J . . . Hey! J!! Yo, Toke boy!!!

_the j-man finally turns his attention towards Shinn's Theory

Shinn's Theory: Sorry kid, this isn't a title match, you havent' impressed me yet. If you beat Nation, then it will become inevitable, but you havent earned that honor yet!

_the j-man looks a bit disappointed, but approves none-the-less

Shinn's Theory: And that's it folks!

Shinn's Theory looks at Stare

Shinn's Theory: Enjoy!

Shinns slams the mic into Stare's chest as Stare watches him walk off

Stare: Well, thanks a lot for leaving me 20 seconds of air time, Shinns. But, I do have something to say to you all . ..

The lights go out as Zeroin comes to life as this is seen:

It goes off as Stare looks back at the ring

Stare: What the . . . Well, anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted again, you see. . .

”Watching You Die” hits as the credits begin to roll

TONIGHT’S MATCHES

INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
Soul Reaper

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SINGLES MATCH
Trent Acid vs. “The Tiger” Vegeta

TAG TEAM MATCH
J.T. Blade & “The New Horror Show” NIN Horror vs. Starcrunch & Spackle

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH
Nation vs. _the j-man

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[Cactus]

Reaper

Trent

Starcrunch & Spackle

Nation

May promo

[The Great JT]

Reaper
Trent Acid
J.T. Blade/NIN Horror
_the j-man

Promo...eh, right now!

Scene opens backstage, after the Stare/Shinn's Theory Blitz! Opening. J.T. Blade is getting a soda from a vending machine when Shinn's Theory happens by.

J.T. Blade: Hey Shinn! (J.T. spins Shinn's Theory around) Lemme tell you something. You didn't want me in the draft? Biggest damn mistake of your damn life. (J.T. releases Shinn. Shinn's looks at him with a "yeah, sure, whatever" look) Oh you want to go?! Come on, right here, right now!

J.T. starts attacking Shinn's Theory until security breaks up the scuffle. Two security guards hold J.T. back while Shinn's Theory is escorted to his destination.

J.T.: You're dead, Theory! You hear me? Dead! (J.T. tears himself away from the security guards and walks down the hall towards ringside.)

Ringside. Born To Raise Hell hits and J.T. Blade heads towards ringside. J.T. looks extremely pissed and ready to start a fight with the audience. J.T. steps into the ring and grabs a mic as the music cuts.

J.T.: I just had an interesting..."conversation" with Shinn's Theory just a moment ago. It seems he still thinks that TNT is better without me. Lemme just tell you something, Shit Theory! TNT is NOT better without me! TNT is shit! Theory, you want to put the two shows to the test, you and me, you fill in the blanks! Whenever, whatever! I said this once, and I'll say it again! You're dead, Theory! Dead!

But as for tonight. Me and NIN up against Spackle and StarCrunch. Wow, now THAT's fair. NIN, don't think I don't remember the rumble! When this is over, you're public enemy number two on my list, right under Shit's Theory! I had every right to any title on either show and you screw me like an electric drill. I believe this constitutes a bit of revenge!

But then, NIN's not the only screw artist in the match tonight! Spackle, you're just as guilty for givin' me the once-over as NIN. How good can a guy whose name comes from a home improvement item be?! Spackle's just used to repair walls! Anyone with a quarter of a brain knows that! And StarCrunch...this is like something right out of the GWX. Is _the j-man going to be the special guest referee? Crunch, hear what I say. The only thing that's going to be going crunch in the ring is you, from me doing to you what I did to ChadClassic! Spackle, the same thing goes for you! Remember that! Defeat is a statistical impossibility!

Born To Raise Hell hits again and J.T. Blade heads backstage again. Scene cuts out.

[Spackle]

Reaper

Trent

Starcrunch/Spackle

J-man

[_the j-man]

Soul Reaper

Trent Acid

J.T. Blade/NIN Horror

_the j-man

Promo to come.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

TONIGHT’S MATCHES

INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
Soul Reaper

SINGLES MATCH
Trent Acid

TAG TEAM MATCH
Starcrunch & Spackle

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH
Nation


PROMO SOON

[eCo]

Soul Reaper

Trent Acid

Starcrunch & Spackle

Nation

[Spackle]

(The scene opens on a very crowded room. The room is a backstage area of an unknown arena, though we can assume it is the Continental Airlines arena. The aura of the room is artificial, amplified by the brown, gray and white colors plastered everywhere. The fluorescent lighting doesn’t help, either. Despite the droll setting, the room is alive with several separate conversations, and what appears to be an open bar. The camera surveys the faces in the room. Most of the Blitz roster, with the exception of Stare, Ecos, Soundscream, SoL, Spackle, NIN Horror, Sean Patterson, StarCrunch, and Soul Reaper are present. _the j-man and Smokey are on the far right side of the room, by the bar, drinking and talking loudly. Also at the bar are the likes of Vegeta, several backstage hands, and a few women who have no known affiliation with p2pw. As the camera moves to the left, surveying the room, JT Blade, Chilly Willy and about five fairly attractive women are having a conversation near a set of doors. The camera continues to pan over a sea of backstage hands and random ring rats, and finally comes to a stop at the far left of the room, where Nation and Shinn‘s Theory, Trent Acid, Cactus, and Dickie Cha’mone are each having separate conversations with women or stage hands. The camera zooms in on the large golden belt draped over Nation’s shoulder, until it is the only thing in the shot. A loud crash is heard, and the camera quickly zooms out, and pans over the crowd of gawkers to the set of doors JT and Chilly were standing near. The doors have been thrown open, and in there place stands Spackle and a short, dorky looking black man known as Mr. Stanteford. JT Blade is watching Spackle with a menacing glare, but Spackle doesn’t even seem to notice that one of his opponents is about 5 feet away from him.)

Spackle: Whoa, I’m lucky I heard all the noise. Can you believe someone forgot to invite me to this shindig?

(Spackle doesn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular. People turn away from him and continue whatever they were doing, and a few people brush past Spackle on their way out. Spackle looks around the room, and looks at JT, who is still fixated on him. Spackle doesn’t even acknowledge him, and continues scanning the room until he’s looking straight at the camera. He smiles and walks straight towards the camera, lightly shoving people out of his way. Stanteford follows him, edging his way past people, trying his best not to touch them. After a few seconds, Spackle makes it to the camera, Stanteford right on his coattails. Spackle stops right in front of the camera, a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He’s wearing Some baggy track pants, a t-shirt that says “Kiss my face” and his fake oakleys.)

Spackle: I didn’t expect to see you here. What the hell are you doing?

(Stanteford runs into the back of Spackle. Spackle turns around, and now both are in the shot.)

Spackle: Watch where you’re going Urkel.

Stanteford: Mr. Shakelford, I’ll thank you not to talk to me like that.

(A familiar voice chimes in from off camera.)

NIN: Don’t aggravate him, Spack. The last thing we need is you in jail.

(Spackle looks at the camera, his happy smirk gone. He looks back to Stanteford.)

Spackle: Fuckin’ nark.

Stanteford: Humph!

(Stanteford walks off. Spackle turns back to the camera.)

NIN: I thought you got some clean. How’d you get stuck with the fag?

Spackle: That ass Castillo forgot to mention that he just ate about fifteen grams of shrooms. I’m gonna have to shoot that fucker one of these days.

NIN: I can’t let you do that. The guys extremely skilled in the dark arts. You know about the dark arts, Spack?

Spackle: What, like hip-hop? I’m diggity diggity down.

(Spackle crosses his arms in an attempt to look tough.)

NIN: No you idiot. Necromancy.

(Spackle unfolds his arms.)

Spackle: Like, Evil Dead?

NIN: Yes, actually.

(Spackle stares at the camera for a second.)

Spackle: You’re trying to scare me, aren’t you?

(The camera moves up and down.)

Spackle: You fucker.

(Stanteford walks back into the screen with a couple of bottles of Corona.)

Stanteford: Regulations allows you to have a beer every hour.

(Spackle looks at Stanteford, then at the beer he’s holding. He takes one, and walks off in the opposite direction. The camera follows Spackle as he grabs an empty folding chair, and brings it back over by Stanteford. He sets it up, and sits down. He takes a drink out of his beer, swallows it, and looks at the label. He then looks at Stanteford.)

Spackle: Nice. Real nice.

(Spackle lightly tosses the beer off camera, and we can hear it shatter.)

Stanteford: I’m sorry Mr. Shakelford, but I can’t give you any alcohol.

(The camera starts to shake, as NIN gets up.)

NIN: Well, I’d love to dick around with you queers all night, but I have a “match” to prepare for.

(NIN sets the camera down on the table he was sitting on, and despite a change of angle, the camera is still focused on Spackle and Stanteford. It also gets NIN walking away in the shot, but only for a second before he disappears. Once he’s gone, Spackle gets up and walks over to the camera. He picks it up and holds it on his shoulder, and sits down. He scans over the crowd of people, which is starting to disintegrate. Spackle‘s voice is heard as he speaks from off camera.)

Spackle: Man, this party sucks.

(Spackle focuses the camera on JT Blade, who’s sitting at the bar, drinking.)

Spackle: Look at this ass-jacket here. TJ, the dude who just came off a “sorta important” win over the what’s his face.

(Stanteford walks in front of the camera.)

Stanteford: What are you doing?

(Spackle reaches past the camera with his hand and pushes Stanteford out of his way.)

Spackle: This little fucker couldn’t wait to run his mouth. He thinks because he was able to beat someone who’s worth something he’s on the same level as me or NIN, so he decides to bust his load early and badmouth us both. As well as a few other people who couldn’t be bothered to learn his name. I may be named after a grout substitute used for covering cracks in walls, but at least people remember me. What about you TJ? Who are you? Who the hell cares about you? No one. You just keep drinking your troubles away, and fooling yourself into believing that someone cares about you, and fend off suicidal thoughts for at least one more day.

(JT downs his beer, and quickly signals the bartender for another. Spackle moves the camera to the left, getting a closeup of Stanteford’s face as he does. He stops on the World champion Nation, and the Internet champion and GM (Excuse me, OWNER, I repeat OWNER) of TNT, Shinn’s Theory. They are talking to a group of people, and seem to be having a jolly old time. Spackle focuses in on Shinn’s.)

Spackle: Fuck you Shinns. This ass, he’s trying to tear me and NIN apart. He could have just as easily made the match us against them, but he wanted to spite us. We were smart enough to think ahead, and this is how we’re repaid. Shinns, we can’t help it if we’re smarter than the entire goddamn roster, and we fooled you bastards up top. You can threaten us with your “pink slips” and “pay docks” all you want, but the fact is neither of us need this job. We’ll do whatever we goddamn please, and showing the world that this place is a fucking joke is a much higher priority then getting our weekly pittance from you. I’m glad me and NIN wound up on Blitz, where your greasy hands can’t touch us. I almost feel sorry for you. It’s got to suck knowing people have absolutely no reason to watch your show now that NIN and I are out of your reach. Someone call Michael Moore, cause it’s all fucking politics with this man.

(Shinn’s notices Spackle with the camera and waves. Spackle yelps and quickly turns the camera over to the double doors, just as Spackle’s partner, StarCrunch, walks in. She’s looking around, and notices Chilly Willy. She quickly heads in the opposite direction, heading towards the bar. As she gets to the bar, we see JT give her the same vile look that he gave Spackle, but he doesn’t act on his obvious anger. Instead he goes back to drinking his beer, and Spackle focuses in on StarCrunch, who has started talking to a woman sitting at the bar.)

Spackle: StarCunt! My good friend! The filthy slurpee bitch I’m being forced to wrestle with. It’s funny, I’m being teamed with the bitch I eliminated, and Ninny’s getting the bitch he eliminated. This is some creative punishment from Shinns. Teaming Ninny and I with a couple of losers, who we’ve already proven to be on a completely lower level then ourselves. Shit, I can’t tear into this sexy little puppet to much, as a loss for her is a loss for me. I have to admit, if I didn’t know I’d be getting Chilly’s sloppy seconds, StarCunt would actually stand a chance with me. Alas, Good ‘Ol Willy has already pissed in that pool, and it’s getting a bit too cold to go swimming. I’ll put up with her for now, but after Blitz, she’s going out with the rest of the garbage.

(StarCrunch and her friend get up from the bar, and walk out of the room through the large double doors. Spackle gets up, and looks across the room. Stanteford, who had disappeared, is sitting quietly by himself in a corner on the far right side of the room. Spackle makes his way over to him, and hands him the camera. Stanteford fumbles with the camera for a moment, but manages to get most of Spackle in the shot.)

Spackle: And of course, theirs Ninny. Me and him are once again put on opposite sides of the ring. I can’t tell you who will win, as things tend to get a little murky when me and him wrestle. I can tell you this: when him and I finally do have a one on one match, it will be revered the world over for it’s technical prowess, it’s high-flying action, and it’s brutal stiff shots. It will be held up there with the greatest matches of all time, forever chiseled in the minds of the people who were honored to see it. I’ll tell you one more thing about this match. It will never happen in this, this place, that has the cranberries to call itself a wrestling federation. Hell, it probably won’t even happen on this continent. If I know Ninny, he’ll hold out on that one for the Caribbean.

(Spackle sighs and walks off screen. He walks back on a moment later with his folding chair. He sets it up and sits down, and Stanteford adjusts the camera slightly to try and get him in the picture. He fails, and Spackle’s head is cut off by the top of the camera. He continues anyway.)

Spackle: All you fans tuning in to see a spectacle of wrestling ability and a plethora of original, entertaining characters, make sure to watch me and NIN’s match. It may not be us at our best, but it will be the best thing you’ll see without having to buy our old Jamaican tapes. Then, if you want to see an excess of pure, unfiltered high-sodium crap on a crap cracker, just look at your TV whenever we’re not on. Now, Urkel, I'm going to go shoot about a liter of heroin into my pee hole and pray that it doesn't fall off.

(Spackle stands up, and walks off. The camera looks around for a while, until Stanteford realizes Spackle left him there. He runs over to the bar, and gives the camera to JT Blade and runs off in search of Spackle. JT looks at it, smirks, and slides it across the bar onto the floor. The screen immediately goes black.)

[_the j-man]

The camera opens up on to the City of Los Angeles, it shows the whole downtown part of the city. We fade out and on to a gym, we go inside the gym where we see a lot of “ghetto” men working out. We then go towards the back as suddenly a familiar voice is heard in the background. All of the sudden we get into view and it’s SMOKEY, the #1 Manager in P2PW. As we see _the j-man doing one-handed push-ups as Smokey is heard yelling at him.

Smokey:
Here we are baby! Here we are! The big moment! It’s here, baby. It’s here! This is what you wanted, champ. This is what you wanted! It’s time to put up or shut up! Now, faster baby! Come on! Come on!

_the j-man continues his push-ups as Smokey. Is seen with the towel around his neck with a nice grin on his face. _the j-man finishes his push-ups and stands up. He looks to Smokey as he is tossed the towel. As he wipes his face and takes a seat on the bench.

Smokey:
How are you feeling, baby?

_the j-man:
Like I’m going to go 5-0 in P2PW, dog.

Smokey:
That’s my main mang right there. The Blitz! Crew showed up, they want to know about your match with Nation. What you’re going to do to that man, that myth, that bitch-ass chump-ahh!!!

_the j-man stands up as he tosses the towel back to Smokey. He looks towards the cameraman. He gets that small smile across his face. You can just read that he is anticipating his big match-up with Nation. He goes towards the pull-up bar, but stops and thinks he looks back towards the camera and speaks.

_the j-man:
So, this is it. Here we are, I asked and received what I wanted. I have myself, the Mighty… Nation. The P2PW World Heavyweight Champion, the chump, the over-hyped, the over-rated, the flat-out WORST wrestler I’ve seen walk across me in a locker room. I ask myself why? Why is this man the person representing this company? I sat down alone, away from Smokey and thought about this very question. It dawned on me a few days ago; it all went back to E2 vs. Shinn’s Theory for the Undisputed Internet Championship… Our Co-Owner, Shinn’s Theory didn’t like E2 running around with that championship belt. He knew that E2 was on the rise, he knew that he was going to make a name, so what did Shinn’s Theory do? He put himself in place to take that championship from him and he did… And you know why?!

Smokey:
OH I KNOW! BECAUSE HE’S A BLACK MAN!

_the j-man:
Your damn straight! You see I realized this whole situation the other day, Black Men don’t get there do here in P2PW. Quite frankly, I’m going to say it in a nice way. Shinn’s Theory doesn’t like Black People! Why not just give me the World Heavyweight Championship shot; I’ve seen crazier title matches than that. I knew why he didn’t, he knew that I could beat Nation; he doesn’t want to see a black man in P2PW with the World Heavyweight Championship. He doesn’t want a Ron Simmons type situation happening. He doesn’t think, “I’m ready.” I’ve worked hard all my god damn life, and when you’re a black man it’s that much harder. Especially if you’re trying to get out of the Hood…

Smokey:
Speak.

_the j-man turns his attention towards the punching bag and does a 1-2 combo punch. He looks back to the camera with true conviction and looks at that camera as if he was burning a hole thru it.

_the j-man:
See barely anyone on TNT or Blitz! Has experienced the life I have. I don’t think one person in that locker-room has had to worry about what color they wear on the streets, because if they wear a wrong color they get shot. I don’t think that punk-ass Nation has ever dealt with a situation like that. Worrying about being jumped everyday on the way back home from school? No don’t think so. Nation doesn’t know what it’s like to live in a survival zone, a kill or be killed area. This son of a bitch is more concerned about being home with the family and not wanting to daunting task of a World Champion’s schedule. Maybe you shouldn’t have had a family, Nation. Maybe you should have realized what you’re getting yourself into, I mean the talent is there, but I watch and see a scared man. A confused man, a man who has so much “dignity” but can’t give anyone a god-damn Hello when he walks past a person.

_the j-man punches the punching bag a lot harder and does another combo punch. He grabs the towel again from Smokey as he looks towards the camera.

_the j-man:
My story is simple. I worked for everything I’ve earned. I worked my ass off to get out of the hood, I worked my ass off to get into the Professional Wrestling Industry, I worked my ass off to make a name for myself in the Professional Wrestling Industry, I worked my ass off to make a name for myself once I entered P2PW. Then I was drafted to Blitz! I was excited because I knew that Nation would be apart of the same roster as I was. I stood there happy, I had my wish and my match. But I didn’t get the title shot, if I have to prove myself two times against this man, Nation… So be it! I’ll do exactly that. The games stop here, the people in the Blitz! Locker room want to complain that I’m getting this opportunity. They can kiss my ass! Because at anytime, anywhere, I can beat them. Anyone on the Blitz! Roster, I can beat them. The first starts with Nation, one I have that man’s shoulders down on the mat, 1-2-3. Shinn’s Theory said it would be inevitable; I want my shot at the World Heavyweight Championship! I want to be the first black man in P2PW to win the World Heavyweight Championship!

Smokey:
That’s right baby. Everyone needs to realize that greatness has come apart of P2PW. He’s the only Undefeated Wrestler right now. After Blitz! He’s still going to be undefeated. This man works too damn hard, I teach this man too damn much! We work to be the best!

_the j-man:
Those are true words. When everyone is at home watching a match-up for the ages, a rumored match-up that carried itself some hype. Nation, the whole fan-base of P2PW will be watching and I’m sure your family will be at home watching as well. Don’t worry though, I’ll send you home happy to your family. Because daddy isn’t going to have that hard schedule that he questions, because _the j-man has arrived and the Era will begin once you and I step through those ropes. I’m not going to make promises or guarantees. I’m not that type of person, because I already know what the result will be. I’m going to win this match at Blitz! And I am going to get my title shot at Nation. I’m going to be fighting this match for every black person in the world, in the Memory of Rosa Parks, in the Memory of Martin Luther King, in the Memory of Malcom X, in the Memory of my Parents, in the Memory of all my dead homies that I grew up with in the Hood, and most importantly I’m going to be doing this for THE HOOD! For my people! Nation, what are you going to do, when _the j-man finishes you!

Smokey:
AND YOU KNOW WHY?!

_the j-man:
You already know.

_the j-man smiles and gives Smokey a hi-5. He takes the towel from him and walks off camera. Smokey walks past the camera as well as we focus in on the gym bag. Then suddenly pops back into the frame.

Smokey:
BECAUSE HE’S A BLACK MAN! Believe that!

Smokey is heard saying, “Wait up, champ!” as Smokey gets closer to _the j-man. The camera is seen following them, it zooms in closer on the two as Smokey pats _the j-man on the back and the camera slowly fades out to black.]

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy
Trent Acid
Starcrunch and Spackle
Nation

[Scream]

INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
Soul Reaper vs. “The Ladies Man” [glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Have to go w/ the under dog

SINGLES MATCH
[glow=red,2,300]Trent Acid [/glow]vs. “The Tiger” Vegeta

TAG TEAM MATCH
J.T. Blade & “The New Horror Show” NIN Horror vs. [glow=red,2,300]Starcrunch & Spackle[/glow]

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH
Nation vs. _the j-man [glow=red,2,300]still deciding on this one[/glow]

[eCo]

*A recording earlier today*

In a room with eCos in a executive chair facing towards a multi-monitor screen showing the past P2PW matches. The Camera angle is show the back of the chair.

Ecos: Evolution... this is not only how life develops but just about every. Unfortunately P2PW lacks this important cycle. Come on here, its very evident. Lets take a look at the previous champions.

One of the monitor switches to a victory of Stare defeating Reaper for the championship, while another monitor shows Wrestlefever II when Nation won the championship.

Ecos: Stare? Nation? is this the best of what P2PW has to offer? Not only P2PW lacks sumpremacy but it also lacks some godlike presence, a presence such as myself. I am the solution to P2PW's problem with second rated talent, AND the holy savior of P2PW. If anything, God himself appointed me to bring P2PW from the slums and grace it with my god-like presences. You witnessed my easy victory over JTBlade, but that was not even the beginning. I'm starting a holy crusade here, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it. I have monitored the past P2PW matches and I can say that I can take out both Stare AND Nation at the same time. Sure, I have a long path cut out for me, but eventually Nation, or who ever this insignifigant infidel will be champion during the time, will stare up at me, holding the P2PW champion, and he and everyone else will truly know the meaning of supremacy.

The monitors all switch into one image that goes across the entire screen, showing the Ecosian cross. Ecos turns his chair towards the camera, exposing himself, wearing a sports suit and sunglasses.

Ecos: This was all enevitable. For those of you who need more information, here is some advice to you all: Either you join my righteous crusade and help me, or stay out of my way.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

The arena lights flicker and turn to a pitch black, and 'Thuggish Ruggish Bone' hits, Trent appears to ring and the crowd cheers in approval. Trent jumps on the second turnbuckle and plays to the crowd.

Trent: Cut the music!

The lights come back on, and the crowd is chanting 'ACID BOMB'

Trent: Well, what can I say? Brand split, draft, and I get on Stare's show.

Trent chuckles to himself.

Trent: Stare, I'm gonna say this right now.... I am gonna make your life a living HELL!

The crowd cheers in approval.

Trent: Now, with this brand split bullshit, which is pointless to me because I'm gonna dominate no matter what. With this brand split comes higher expectations, I expect main events, I expect title matches, hell, I even expect a shot at the WORLD TITLE!!

Camera cuts to a kid holding a sign 'Acid Vs. Nation', then cuts to a man holding a sign 'Trent Acid: The Next Champ', camera pans back to Trent.

Trent: So tonight, on the first post draft Blitz, I get to prove a point while the champ main events some jobber. And Vegeta, nothing personal, but you're just step one in, the bigger picture. You are a very small presence in the real scope of things, hardly a blip on anyone's radar screen. Don't think I'm underestimating you, I'm just stating the facts. And the fact is, you will be extinct after tonight. When I Acid Bomb you, and I WILL Acid Bomb you, it will be over. And your broken carcass will be left in the ring while I move on to bigger, and better, things.

Trent pauses, and then continues.

Trent: So Vegeta, count your blessings, because you will need ALL OF THEM including the Bishop if you have ANY hope of making it through tonight. And to ALL of the CHAMPIONS on BOTH SHOWS, to Nation, and most of all, to STARE. I hope, for your sake, that you learn something from me tonight. That my eyes are one the prize, and I am coming for your head.

'Thuggish Ruggish Bone' hits, the crowd continues to chant 'Acid Bomb' as Trent leaves the ring. Trent gets to the top of the entrance ramp, stops, and puts both fists up in the air, the crowd gives off a loud cheer as he leaves the arena.

END PROMO.

[Vegeta]

Promo:


(“The Tiger” Vegeta is in his changing room alone, slowly lifting some weights. His mind is elsewhere, thinking about his previous match and his next one.)

Vegeta: (Thinking out loud to himself) How was I eliminated by Starcrunch and Chilly Willy? A woman with more facial hair than me and a freaking homo, who obviously has childhood trauma about his dick getting stuck on ice or something. I mean how else would you come with a name Chilly Willy? But more importantly if I humiliate myself again in my next match I don’t what I’ll do with myself. And I feel like chilli con carne tonight, I don’t know why though.

(There is a knock at the door. Reluctantly, Vegeta gets up from his bench and opens it. To his dismay, Kacey Garcia stands before him, with a camera crew.)

Kacey: Hey Veggie! May we come in?

(Vegeta moans, eager to get on with his training.)

Vegeta: How about after the match?

(Kacey looks at him sternly and pushes past him into the room. Her cameramen follow and set up their high-tech equipment, while she sits down in Vegeta’s chair.)

Kacey: Hurry up Vegeta, we haven’t got all day.

Vegeta: (Saracastically) Make yourself at home. (To himself) You stupid slag.

(Vegeta slams the door, groans, and sits beside Kacey.)

Kacey: Now, Vegeta, how are you?

Vegeta: (Sarcastically) I’m great. Can’t you see.

(Vegeta puts on a smile for one second in a humorous manner, before frowning again.)

Kacey: I can see. Don’t want to ask how I’m doing?

(Kacey looks at Vegeta and sees no change in his expression.)

Kacey: Enough of the small talk then. How do you feel about your next match?

Veg: You get right to it don’t ya. Trent Acid is going to be quite a hard guy to beat but at my best I think I can beat him. As long as I stay clear of that Acid Bomb of his, I’ll be fine. But I don’t think I have to worry that much, he’s a one move wrestler.

Kacey: Why are you so confident?

Veg: Trent was split from MVP-Don due to the roster split and if you ask me MVP-Don carried Trent when they teamed up. Without MVP-Don, Trent would have never been tag team champion. Now that Trent is on his own again, he’ll fade into the darkness.

Kacey: Well he wouldn’t have won the tag team titles without MVP because, and I thought you would know this since you used to be a tag team champion, you need a partner to win the tag team gold.

Veg: You know what I mean. If you don’t, then just leave.

(Kacey nods along, as if she knows, but when Vegeta looks away, she covers her face in embarrassment. Vegeta looks back at her, and she suddenly takes her hands away. Vegeta raises an eyebrow suspiciously.)

Kacey: So…umm..How do you feel about your previous match?

Veg: I was eliminated fifth. That’s not good enough. I should have won that match, but at least have been gone last since NIN and Spackle were working together.

Kacey: You were eliminated by Starcrunch and Chilly Willy simultaneously. What do you think about that?

(Vegeta looks down at the floor in disgust.)

Veg: I can’t believe I was beaten by a woman and a freak like Chilly Willy. I mean, look at the guy’s name, he obviously has issues, he must have gotten his penis stuck on some ice or something.

(Kacey looks at Vegeta in shock and wonders at what he just said.)

Veg: (Trying to make up for what he just said, in an uncomfortable manner) Not that I was thinking about that before you came in, when I was doing weights in nothing but these small shorts and a vest.

(Vegeta looks embarrassed, as Kacey looks at him weirdly.)

Veg: (straining his voice) Lets’ get back to the question, why don’t we? So, yeah, the battle royal. It did take two people to beat me, so I suppose there’s a positive to the negative.

Kacey: Do you think you should have won the match?

Veg: There was some tough competition and there was so easy competition. I lasted for what I thought were the easier people but I guess the rest of them saw me as a threat so two of them had to superkick me out of the match. I do think if there wasn’t all that cheating going on, and people would work on their own I would have come out on top and then I would be number one contender to any title I desire.

Kacey: How did you feel the moment you were eliminated?

Veg: I felt angry and really disappointed with myself. I had trained so hard for the match and winning meant a lot to me. I had just lost to Aladdin on Blitz so I had no momentum going into the match. But when I hit the outside floor, I just wanted to step back in the ring and beat the hell out of everyone still in there: Chilly Willy and Starcrunch first.

Kacey: How much are you going to prepare for your next match?

Veg: I’m quite confident about beating Trent Acid, as you’ve noticed, but I’m not going to stop training. If there’s one thing I learnt from Aladdin, it’s to never stop training no matter what. In fact, speaking of Aladdin, if you caught his promo on TNT, you would have heard that we made up. Our mum’s bullied us into doing so. If we had been drafted to the same show, I would have liked to talk to him about teaming up again but I guess that can’t happen now.

Kacey: Really!? So what happened to the Blood Pack?

Veg: After Dollar Bill’s match at WF2, he was really pissed off. We had some words, it wasn’t pretty, he said stuff he didn’t mean, I said I hated him but what you gonna do? So I haven’t seen him since and it’s not like I’m going to keep this thing going with just Simz. So the Blood Pack is officially finished.

Kacey: How do you think you’ll fair without the Blood Pack?

Veg: Just like Aladdin has done well without the Blood Pack, I will too. Me and him have always been similar and I think I can be as big a superstar as he is.

Kacey: What if you don’t win your next match?

(Vegeta gets slightly angry)

Veg: I don’t that’ll happen. There is really not much to be said about Trent, he’s a has-been, I can’t really talk to you about him, I’ve just got to go out there and beat him. And in the unlikely event that I don’t win, I’ll carry on training and become stronger than I ever have been, and then I’ll show the Blitz roster that I am a superstar.

Kacey: Thanks Vegeta. (She looks at the cameramen) OK, cut. Let’s go.

(The cameramen leave the room. Vegeta turns around and heads back to his weights area. As Kacey leaves she says something quietly to herself.)

Kacey: Chilly Willy. Dick on ice! Ha!

Veg: What did you say?

(Kacey runs out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Vegeta chases her, opens the door and looks on at her as she runs away. Vegeta goes back into his room.)

Veg: Stare was right, she really needs some implants or something. I don’t know how Simz every found her attractive.

(Vegeta walks back to his bench, lifts up his weights and starts lifting them as the zeroin fades to black.)

[Reaper]

STAFF EDIT: TNT Superstars do not count towards the Blitz! voting

[Vegeta]

INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
Soul Reaper

SINGLES MATCH
“The Tiger” Vegeta

TAG TEAM MATCH
J.T. Blade

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH
Nation

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Promo Du Chilly Willy


Blitz! returns from a commercial break and Chilly Willy is getting his hair done by two blonde bombshells. They are combing and brushing his hair.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Blonde #1[/glow]- Wow! Your hair is so pretty!

[glow=teal,2,300]Blonde #2[/glow]_ Yeah. It is so much better than the other superstars.

[glow=pink,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Okay, okay. I think that is enough. Now I know you are gold diggers but you are damn sexy. After tonight you can get some major gold. Soul Reaper is mine tonight. He thinks he can steal my soul and kick my ass. Well I will show that style and finesse is much much better than soul stealing. I will finally get a title.

Chilly Willy gets up and turns to the blondes.

[glow=pink,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Thanks ladies. Here is your money and later tonight, I will bring home the gold.

Chilly Willy walks away towards the gorilla position. "Dr. Feelgood" hits the speakers as Chilly Willy makes his way to the ring. The crowd cheers as the ladies scream and almost wet their pants. Chilly Willy enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

[glow=pink,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- You see. This is my second title shot in the P2PW and I am damn proud of it. I will finally bring gold back to Canada! But this is much more than the International title. This is about the Ladies Man finally prevailing against an opponent in a big match situation. Now I know you all think of me as a poser and a man-slut but let me tell you all a couple of things about myself. I have had matches against Soundscream and the Sensational Shooter Shane Montez. I am all greatness in the ring and out and I am also the only Canadian womanizer.

Chilly Willy pauses as he checks his muscles and looks around. All of a sudden, Soul Reaper's music hits the speakers as the fans are pumped about a confrontation between Chilly Willy and Soul Reaper. About twenty seconds into the song, it stops and Chilly Willy is laughing.

[glow=pink,2,300]Chilly Willy[/glow]- Man that was good wasn't it? Reaper, I am not afraid of you and your little mystique you created. I will prove that it is a myth and only that. A myth. Everyone in the P2PW believe that you will defeat and dominate the roster well, that will change tonight. Chilly Willy, The Ladies Man against the same man that put Soundscream in the hospital. Soul Reaper. Now I will end with one final comment from an Icon. Watch ya gonna do when the Ladies Man doesn't let his soul go to you?

"Dr. Feelgood" plays as Chilly Willy drops the microphone and leaves the ring. He walks up the ramp as he poses for the ladies. The show cuts to a commercial.

Fin!

[Spackle]

Promo for NIN Horror.

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[glow=green,2,300]Sword Swinging Ninjas From Beyond The Grave![/glow]



*The scene opens up inside a bustling police station. The camera pans around, showing cops going over papers and eating donuts and cop stuff. The camera starts tracking down some hallways and gets to a big guarded door entitled “Holding Cell”. A guard sitting behind a desk by the door looks up at the camera, then at his watch, stands up, walks over to the door, pulls some keys out of his pocket, unlocks the door, and steps aside as the camera walks into the holding cell. It’s a hallway with cells on both sides. The camera peeks to the sides, showing drunks, hobos, and a well-off looking black man. The camera gets to the very back of the hall and turns right, and stops on the cell of NIN Horror. NIN is curled up asleep on his cot. NIN’s hair is nappy and knotted, he has a healing cut on the side of his lower lip, and he is wearing baggy black pants and a white D.A.R.E. T-shirt with a big black jacket blanketing his knees. The camera zooms out revealing a fat Mexican man wearing blue jeans, a denim jacket, and a white “Hijo Del Horror: Muerte en Tejas” T-shirt. Joel (the Mexican) shouts, *

Joel: Wake up NIN, we’re leaving.

*NIN kinda moves, but stays asleep. Joel rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a couple of nickels and pennies, and starts throwing them at NIN. A nickel hits NIN right between the eyes.

NIN: Ow damnit.

*NIN moves around and sits up on the cot. He blinks his eyes a few times and rubs them. He looks at Joel, grabs his jacket, stands up and walks to the front of the cell. As he does this, the guard walks up and unlocks NIN’s cell door. The guard walks away, and the camera focuses on NIN and Joel who are now walking down the hall. *

NIN: Joel? What, so did you pay bail or has it been a week?

Joel: It’s been five days, which was your time. I could’ve paid bail though, what with the killing I’m making from my new bean farm.


NIN: Heh, bean farm.

Joel: Oh hey, you have a match for p2p.

NIN: What, when?

Joel: Like, tomorrow homeboy.

NIN: Against who?

Joel: It’s you and JT Blade against Starcrunch and Spackle I think.

NIN: What!? Those bastards! What the hell is going on, The last thing I know they have that draft, and the next thing I know I’m in a holding bin. Goddamnit, just drop me off at the Ramada.

*The scene immediately cuts to inside a room at a Ramada hotel. NIN quickly busts into the room, and slams the door behind him. NIN throws his coat on the bed and walks over to the sink, splashes water on his face, dries off with a towel, walks over to the bed and basically falls back on it. NIN pauses, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter and a cigarette, lights it, takes a hit, and slowly sits back up. NIN takes another hit and looks at the camera. *

NIN: So last Wednesday right, let’s just say I didn’t know when to say when so to say, so some time later I wake up in the pigpen and the tell me I gotta stay a couple of days. Other than that, the last five days have been kind of a blur. I know there was I draft, and I’m pretty sure I got put on Blitz, so they must’ve played around with the calendar a bit, or I don’t know, it’s not that important. But what I just learned, and what I don’t understand, and what I don’t like, is that they put me in a match against Spackle, and my tag team partner is JT Blade? I hate that guy, and what, weren’t Spackle and me supposed to get a tag title shot soon? Why are me and Spackle, the two best wrestlers here, fighting each other with partners who aren’t good enough to lace up my boots? I mean, Starcrunch? I kicked his ass at that PPV, and in the same match I kicked JT Blade’s ass. I mean, I must’ve missed something.

*NIN takes another hit.

NIN: Look JT, I hope you know that I hate you, I think you’re a retarded insignificant louse, and I’d be only happy if you were to drop off tonight. You will not be my tag partner in the match, I will not tag you in because I’m more but confident that you’ll fuck up the match for me, and you get in my way or fuck up the match for me otherwise, I will not hesitate in systematically stomping you into the ground. Don’t think I won’t do it, because you will be sorely mistaken if you do. Piss me off and I will crush you like standardized testing, crushing so many children’s dreams.
Now Starcrunch, I’ve put you away before, and looks like I’ll do it again soon. I can only think of one reason why you haven’t been fired yet, and that has nothing to do with your onscreen traits. You are like the bug that is only on this earth to fly around people’s faces and ears. I don’t know why they keep you on TV, the last time I checked, the commercials were the part of the show when people were supposed to get a bag of chips or something. Look, either way I’m going to rain all sorts of pain on you and all that jazz, I guess just try to get a hospital room with windows. And as for you Spackle, I guess we’ll just flip a coin before the match or something, as to if I beat Starcrunch or if you beat JT. *sigh* Now I just need a good nights sleep in a real bed.

*NIN falls back onto the bed, takes a hit, and exhales slowly as the camera zooms into the smoke and fades to black. *



There’s nothing greater than the joy of self discipline.

[Stare]

Soul Reaper
Vegeta (been impressing me lately)
Spackle & Starcrunch
_the j-man

[Stare]

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