BLITZ! PREVIEW (11/15) - Closes 11/18/05 7pm (EST)

[Stare]

We are immediately taken to a screen where the General Manager of Blitz!, Stare, and P2PW Board Member, Mary Lindsay, are standing by

Stare: We hear at the P2PW are saddened by the recent passing of Eddie Guerrero. He was a stellar performer and someone you could tell was just a genuine person. We send our condolences out to his family and friends at the WWE. He was truly a one of a kind athlete and person, of which the caliber will always try to be imitated, but never duplicated. Thank you for the memories, Eddie.

"Energy" hits as the fans immediately boo as Barry Bryant walks out in front of the Pennsylvania audience as we come to you live from the Sovereign Center

He has a clipboard in his hand as he approaches the ring. He steps in and looks around. The fans boo him loudly as he walks over and grabs a mic. A "brown-nose" chant starts as Barry looks around until the commotion dies down

Barry Bryant First off, I want to thank you for that kind reception. It's so nice to know that you fans appreciate what I am doing for you here in Pennsylvania!

The fans boo loudly as Barry continues

Barry Bryant: I, Barry Bryant, Blitz!'s . . . IDEA MAN! Came out here for one simple reason, and that is to inform you, as well as the superstar's backstage as to who will be competing in the 10-man Royal Rumble match, which I have titles the Blitz! Breakdown Match! Of course, named after the P2PW's first ever ppv, Breakdown!

The fans cheer as Barry continues

Barry Bryant: Now, these superstar's were chosen at random from the Blitz! Roster. Also, this match will be under Rage Rules. Now, without further a due, I'll announce the names.

The audience lightly cheers as Barry unrolls the paper. He clears his throat as he begins to speak

Barry Bryant: The competitors are as follows: Spackle! Trent Acid! Chilly Willy! Soundscream! Vegeta! Starcrunch! Cactus! Ecos! _the j-man! and Soul Reaper!

The audience boos the list as Soul Reaper's name is mentioned

Barry Bryant: Also, later on tonight, Mary Lindsay will be presenting NIN Horror with the new championship, to be introduced tonight. As well as a singles match between newcomer, The Fizz, as she goes one on one with former International Champion, Steve TKO!

The audience gives off a mixed reaction as Barry nods along

Barry Bryant: And much much more, I promise you! It is something that I, The IDEA MAN, guarantee's with every Blitz! you turn into! Have a great night!

"Energy" hits again as the fans gives off a mixed reaction as Barry exits the ring

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TONIGHT'S CARD

SINGLES MATCH
The Fizz vs. Steve TKO

INTRODUCTION OF THE NEW P2PW TITLE
Featuring NIN Horror

MAIN EVENT
BLITZ! BREAKDOWN MATCH FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
RAGE RULES
_the j-man vs. Soundscream vs. Trent Acid vs. Soul Reaper vs. Starcrunch vs. Cactus vs. Spackle vs. Chilly Willy vs. Vegeta vs. Ecos

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THE MAIN EVENT IS RAGE RULES! DO NOT VOTE ON IT!

Deadline: Friday, November 18th @ 7 pm[/color][/b]

[Trent Matsunoshin]

TONIGHT'S CARD

SINGLES MATCH
Steve TKO

INTRODUCTION OF THE NEW P2PW TITLE
Featuring NIN Horror

MAIN EVENT
BLITZ! BREAKDOWN MATCH RAGE RULES
I'd vote for me, even if it didn't count.

Promo to come.

[Stare]

Hey, forgot to announce, the main event IS for the World Heavyweight title. I'm pretty sure everyone knew that, but I forgot to put it on the card

[Cactus]

the fizz ( noob vote )

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

The Fizz.

Promo to come soon.

[Scream]

The Fizz

[Ali Babba]

THIS VOTE WILL NOT COUNT

[shinnstheory]

Nice try E2. Same IP addresses. Banned.

Sorry for going off topic Stare.

[Simz]

Nice one e2!

[SoL]

Steve TKO...can't let this thing be a clean sweep

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Everyone is wondering in the locker room who The Fizz is. Even her opponant Steve TKO doesn't know her. The Fizz is coming to the ring to indrocuse herself and her match against Steve TKO.

The Fizz: Hello everyone. I am The Fizz. I work for FWF, TFWE, LWF, CEW, RWE, SWA, TCF and TWA. That is a lot of wrestling promotions that I work for. I am really looking forward to work on this wrestling promotion. I have watched a few matches on here and looked at a few promos on here and i got to say that i was very impressed. Now on to my match with Steve TKO you have been a good wrestler in the past but with me I don't think so

The crowd cheer

The Fizz: I might be new here and you are proberly thinking that you will be me NOT. I am looking forward to my first match with Steve TKO but i would like to win my first match and I will. I don't care about you were the former Incontantal champion but the other wrestling promotions that i work for. I have beaten some former champions in the past. I am currently a world heavyweight champion on RWE. Thanks for putting me into this match whoever it was.

The Fizz goes back to the locker room and says hello to everyone backstage.

That is my promo everyone.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

The arena turns pitch black, and the words 'The Biggest Prize of them all' appear on the screen, followed by a picture of the vacant World Heavyweight Title.

The lights flash back on, and Trent is sitting on a turnbuckle in the ring.

Trent: It's beautiful isn't it?

The Crowd cheers

Trent: The World Title, this biggest, most glorious prize in this business, will be settled in the ring tonight, and nine people are going to fall in my wake.

The crowd cheers even louder.

Trent: You can see it now, Trent Acid, WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

The crowd erupts in approval.

Trent: You know, in recent months, the World Title has not been at the forefront of this business. But when I get the title, and I WILL HAVE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE. I will make sure my run as the champion is unforgettable, and Stare, since I know you're gonna jerk me around when I'm the champ, AND I WILL BE THE CHAMP! I'll even give you the first title shot!

The crowd is now going crazy.

Trent: Now, before I get ahead of myself, of all the challengers in that ring with me, and there are some great ones, I think it will come down to myself, Cactus, Scream, and Reaper. And this is good, as it will show who the dominant superstar in P2PW is, and there is only one, the next WORLD HEAVWEIGHT CHAMPION, that is me, Trent ACID!!

Trent pauses. Looking at the Zeroin image of the World Heavyweight Title.

Trent: Eyes....on the prize.

'Thuggish Ruggish Bone' hits, camera pans to posters proclaiming 'Trent Acid: The Next Champ' and 'Eye on the Prize'. camera pans back to Trent, who gestures that the title will be around his waist. He then leaves the ring.

Fade to Black

END PROMO.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy Promo

The show comes back from a commercial and the fans are socializing. "Dr. Feelgood" hits the speakers and the fans jump to there feet. Chilly Willy comes out with his new International belt on his shoulder as he walks to the ring but there is no gloating, or strutting for that matter. He enters the ring and grabs the microphone as the music comes to an end.

Chilly Willy- I just want to say thank you for all of the people that rooted for me and stuck by me for my match last week. I am, the newwwww International champion and I intend to keep this for a long time. I am now going for the World Title and I thought about this for a long time. So I will show you a little video that I prepared that will bring back memories. Roll the footage!

The screen turns into a Canadian flag and the word CHILLY WILLY TOUR appear. It then turns to Chilly Willy who is at a city's welcome sign..

Chilly Willy- Welcome to the Chilly Willy Tour! I am Chilly Willy and I will take you on a trip around Canada. I am here in Calgary Alberta. This is where the most famous wrestling family is from. The Hart family. I have looked up to the Hart family for inspiration. I have also been a huge fan of Bret and the late great Owen Hart.

Chilly Willy walks up to a plaque that says "Hart House". He stops at the gates.

Chilly Willy- The Hart family has had three successful superstars. The late legend Stu, the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be, the "Hitman" Bret, and the late great Owen Hart. I have copied some of their moves and in return I say thank you. Now moving on.

The screen goes black. It then returns to a city sign that reads "Edmonton"

Chilly Willy- I am now here in Edmonton Alberta. This is where the "Canadian Crippler" Chris Benoit was from. He is a true Canadian boy and he has won the WWE World Heavyweight title in most of 2004. His moves are amazing as people in Canada compare me to Chris Benoit. He is one of a kind and he is originally, Canadian!

The screen turns black. Then it changes to Chilly Willy standing in the rotating restaurant in the CN Tower in Toronto.

Chilly Willy- My final stop is in Toronto Ontario. This is where I was born as well as Christian, Edge and Trish Stratus. They have all had success as everyone knows but there is one thing missing. I haven't made it to the top yet. Trish has with the women. Edge has with his "Money In The Bank" story. Christian was going to be main eventing but I haven't. I will finally prove to everyone, that I can hang with the big boys. Now back to current Chilly Willy.

The screen fades as the camera turns back to Chilly Willy.

Chilly Willy- Did you like that? I did. You see, the reason for me showing that to you is simple. I need to get to the top so I need to do something bold. In order to make it really far I need to do something that burns my passion for wrestling. Something that makes me proud. I also have to stop acting like a high school student. I need to drop the whole "Ladies Man" attitude and do something exciting. From now on I will retain my beloved title.

Chilly Willy kisses the championship and returns to the Mic.

Chilly Willy- Back to what's important. Tonight, I will become the first Canadian World champ and I will do it with pride. From now on. I will be known as. The Canadian Icon!

Chilly Willy drops the Mic as a different song hits the speakers. It appears to be "Dead Horse" by Mercy Drive. The male fans are cheering more but the women are a bit disappointed. Chilly Willy walks up the ramp smiling and revealing a Canadian t-shirt with the flag on the front. Chilly Willy stops near the curtains and holds up the title. The crowd cheers as Chilly Willy exits.

The End.

[eCo]

In the lockeroom, Ecos is still in his sports suit with his sunglasses still on. He is facing the wall, thinking about the royal rumble. Some lady interviewer walks up to him

interviewer: Ecos, since Wrestle Fever II, you have been making various attacks against SoL, what many people want to know is why are doing this and what is your point?

Ecos: We all find out something new every day. Guess what I found out? I found out that SoL actually stands for...

* a few seconds pass*

interviewer: Well?

*Ecos tries to think of something at the last minute*

Ecos: Sorry Loser! You see, the middle O actually stands for the second letter in sorry because SoL doesn't even deserve three words to represent him.

*Ecos then chuckles at his own joke*


Ecos: You thought it was funny?.. right?

interviewer: well it wasn't that-

Ecos: You see I was saving words, just like I plan to save up space in the Blitz roster. SoL is way past his time now and he knows it. Yeah I know he's big and strong, but at the same time, he seems clumsy, awkward, and nothing more than a shell of himself. If anything he is just like Nation. Nothing more than some Stone Cold or Goldberg wanna-be. With a bald shaved head and some stupid goatee. Speaking of Nation, it truly is no suprise that he couldn't hold on to that title that long. If he wasn't going to forfeit the title he was eventually going to loose it to Stare anyway.

interviewer: Aside from Nation and SoL, what is your current view of the Blitz roster so far?

Ecos: As for the rest of the P2PW roster, I thought the whole international title match was somewhat embarassing. On one hand there is someone who was too much in touch with his feminine side, and goes by the name of CHILLY WILLY! Man! what kind of name is that. Then on the other hand, there is some full grown adult loser, who thinks he is some kind of "scary monster". Yeah Reaper, I know how "scary" your abilites are when you lost to some pretty boy who cares more about his hair then that international champion title. I still find that name, Chilly Willy to be a joke. Both of these losers I will have to deal with tonight, and both will find fall before my ever-so righteous might.

interviewer: How do you feel that you are not only having your first match here on Blitz, but also your first P2PW world title match?

Ecos: Stare and Bryant couldn't have made a better decission than choosing me to participate for the Royal Rumble for the World Title. I will proove to everyone that I am the holy savior of P2PW. At first, I was planing to slap around losers like SoL and elimate people who are wasting space in the Blitz roster to do Blitz a favor, but this is my chance to claim my throne at this moment. Trent, you were ever-so wrong about your prediction. Not only I will make it into the final four, but I will TAKE that world title. After it is all over, you will realise that salvation has come to P2PW.

*Camera centers around Ecos as he takes the mircophone from the interviewer's hand*

Ecos: Oh and SoL, I didn't forget about you. Because after this I will deal with you, and I will proove to everyone that you are nothing more than some waste of space "has been". You awkward brawling style is just perfect, because even though you are big and strong, you are also predictable, and easy to take down. Don't feel bad though. When I am done with you, you can go back to your "Mommy and Daddy's" house, where they would probably let you live in the basement. Now I know what you are thinking, "what is the bright side to this?". Well, the whole bright side is that you won't have to drag yourself around, like you always have, because some holy savior was nice enough to save you the trouble from embarassing yourself, by putting up a half ass performance for P2PW. You see SoL, when you are gone, everyone is happy! Even yourself.

*Ecos winks before the Camera fades out*

[Cactus]

The Zeroin comes to life and “recorded earlier” flashes in the top corner. It shows the sovereign centre empty with all manner of tech’s getting ready for tonight’s show. One group are assembling the ring, one group are at the top of the ramp when a loud voice shouts “fire in the hold” and mighty bang can be heard as they are testing out the pyro. Ed the camera man is walking around the empty arena seeking out all the best vantage points for his guys.

He spies a dark corner and walks over for a crafty smoke, as he flicks his lighter there is a brief flash of light followed by an audible “oh shit”

In the dark corner looking over at the ring the lone wolf waits, then he speaks to Ed in a heavy voice.


Cactus“Give me a cigarette, and I will give you an exclusive, and maybe you can get a job in the back.”

Ed hands the open packet over to Cactus, Ed’s hands are shaking as he offers his lighter over.

Cactus inhales deeply, seemingly lost for a moment then he begins to speak.


Cactus“Tonight I have a great opportunity, an opportunity to become the world heavyweight champion, and to settle some old scores. Tonight will see 8 men, 1 woman, and a killer climb into that ring to do battle. People like Starcrunch, now I don’t hold with violence towards women, but tonight if you get in my way I will throw you so far over the top rope you will end up with a front row seat.”

Cactus takes another hit, blows the smoke towards the camera and continues.

“We have people like the J_man, Ecos, Vegeta, and the new International champion Chilly Willy. Now I know Chilly holds some gold and the J_man holds a win over an impressive former champion in Nation, but they could not get it done on their own. Without the help of SoundScream and Stare respectively would they hold those victories? I doubt it.

This will be Ecos 2nd match, and we have not seen a lot of Vegeta lately, while I am not underestimating these 2 I will brutalize them so bad that they will jump over the top rope to avoid me causing them anymore pain.”

Cactus takes another hit, the glowing tip illuminating his face for a second, before again a cloud of smoke billows towards the camera.

“Spackle is an unknown quality, but after what I seen of him at WrestleFever, the way he through his chance away to his friend shows me that he does not like any confrontation, and that will be his undoing, I will be in his face, I will beat him like he stole from me, then I will throw his ass out.”

Cactus takes a final hit on the cigarette and grinds the butt into the concrete floor.

“Now all that leaves me with 3 men who will stand between me and the heavyweight championship. These are the 3 men I will take great delight in eliminating, staring down on them from the ring whilst they are on the floor looking up at me.

Trent, last time I was in a multi-person event for the world title, remember that’s when you decided to introduce yourself to the P2PW, you cost me that match and I will be dammed if I will let you do that to me again. You say bomb cause extinction, well tonight the wolf will cause extinction.

Onto the man who I almost beat once before for the strap, Soul Reaper, he seems to have been on a little losing streak recently so a lot of people seem to think that he will be easy pickings. Me? I know different, from one sadistic bastard to another, we are at our very worst when cornered, I know Reaper will be in it till the end, losing his belt will make him even more angry. I have faced Reaper many times, usually to the same result, me down, his hand in the air. But that was when I wanted a small bit of acceptance from the crowd, now fuck them. They want to scream about little bastards like Chilly fucking Willy let them. I feed of their hatred for me and tonight when I stand victorious I will ram the boo’s right down their throats.”

Cactus takes a couple of deep breath’s, he has obviously wound himself up.

“All that leaves is the returning SoundScream, again we have our past but tonight is about the future. Tonight is the night that P2PW fans will remember for the rest of their lives. Scream, tonight is the night that you get a preview of what I will do to you at genesis, tonight is the night when you will be able to say to your little inbred offspring “yeah I faced that son of a bitch and he made me so much money from kicking my ass form coast to coast”

You see Scream, you of all people don’t want to face me, last time I held gold you took it from me and I have waited for this day for nearly 5 months. I want to see your bruised and battered carcass when they raise my hand and place the strap around my waist.

I think that’s enough for now Ed, I am getting worked up thinking about it, and you gave me a smoke so I don’t want to kick your ass as a thanks, so get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.”

Ed and the camera scurry away, then Ed turns and we see a brief glimpse of light and a silhouette going through a door then nothing but black.

[Scream]

[glow=red,2,300]BLITZ BREAKDOWN MATCH FOR WORLD TITLE[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]_the j-man vs. Soundscream vs. Trent Acid vs. Soul Reaper vs. Starcrunch vs. Cactus vs. Spackle vs. Chilly Willy vs. Vegeta vs. Ecos[/glow]

The scene opens outside The Sovereign Center in downtown Pennslyvania. A marquee flashes across an electronic billboard outside the arena

“BLITZ BREAKDOWN MATCH FOR WORLD TITLE”

The scene then shifts to inside the arena. The arena is desolate as the camera continues to pan. SoundScream is seen lying on a flat bench in the middle of a wrestling ring. Sweat is beading on his brow as he finishes his last two reps. He takes a deep breath and sits up. A trainer wipes his brow and gives him a Gatorade bottle. Scream splashes the water over his face and takes a swig from the bottle.

SoundScream

After WrestleFever they said I’d never walk again.

Scream stands up and grabs a jump rope. He begins to jump rope.

SoundScream
48, 49, 50.

Scream throws the rope and stretches his legs. As he stretches his trainer sets up 9 dummies in the ring. Each dummy has a name tag on it.

SoundScream

I guess “they” were wrong again.

Scream slides out of the ring and again takes a swig of water. He walks over to a speed bag and begins hitting the bag.

SoundScream

So it begins again.

He hits the bag one last time sending the bag in all directions. He walks again towards the ring.

SoundScream

Today, right now, I can say I feel I am in the best physical shape of my life.

Scream rubs his abs and flexes his bicep

Scream then lies on a decline bench and begins to do crunches as his trainer tosses him a medicine ball.

SoundScream

And how do I prove it?

Scream smirks and tosses the medicine ball one last time to the trainer.

SoundScream

I prove it by becoming the World Champion at Blitz. I’ll prove it by walking into this arena, climbing into this ring and tossing each and every one of those sons of bitches over the top rope. An undertaking that is easier said then done. You see there are some in the Rumble that have never crossed paths with me and others I know all to well.

Scream gets in a push up position and begins doing push ups. When finished he again splashes water on his face and takes a drink. He stands up and looks at the dummies scattered across the ring. He walks over to the first dummy. It is a black dummy with a joint sticking out of its mouth. SoundScream grabs the name tag.

SoundScream

_the j-man. Ah yes, Mr. J-Man. I have watched tapes of you. You also hold an impressive win over Nation but not good enough to warrant my attention. You’re good but not that good.

Scream grabs the joint, sniffs it and tosses it out of the ring. He then grabs the dummy and tosses it over the ropes.

SoundScream

Wow! _the j-man has been eliminated first. To the back of the bus he goes. We all knew that was going to happen….cause you’re a black man.

SoundScream then goes to the next dummy and pulls off the name tag.


SoundScream

Ecos? I don’t even know who the hell you are. Oh wait I know who you are. You’re the chosen one. Well I choose to throw your ass over these ropes.

SoundScream slaps the dummy and throws it over the ropes. He then continues to the next dummy. The dummy has pigtails. Scream flicks one of the pigtails and smiles.


SoundScream

StarCrunch… Don’t think for one second I forgot about you from my days as a Decepticon. And I’m sure you and Reaper will do everything in your power to dispose of me quick but it won’t happen.

As Scream continues to talk the dummy falls over onto Scream

SoundScream

Woah, woah, woah petunia! Keep your STD's between you and Reaper.

SoundScream grabs the dummy Crunch by the pigtails and hurls her over the ropes. He then happily jogs over to the next two dummies, Vegeta and Spackle.


SoundScream

Vegetable and Spackle? Now I know vegetable was part of the blood pack and is an up and comer here but I could give a rat’s ass.

Scream grabs the dummy Vegeta and tosses him over the ropes.

SoundScream

And then there was Spackle. Again we have never met but I don’t underestimate your wrestling abilities. I guess if I need to fill in a crack I know who to call. And over you go.

Spackle is tossed over the ropes leaving four dummies.

SoundScream

Ine meanie miney mo. Whose the next dummy that needs to go?

Scream stops at Trent Acid

SoundScream

Trent, Trent, Trent. Boy do we have a history and I’m sure you’ll be gunning for me as well. If you’re smart….oh that’s right it’s Trent we’re talking about.

Scream grabs the dummy Trent and pretends that he is talking.

SoundScream

Which way did he go George, which way did he go.

Scream tosses Trent over the ropes

SoundScream

He went that way Trent, ha!

Scream whistles as he looks at the three that are left. He then goes up to the dummy that has a plastic International Title around its waist.

SoundScream

Willy Wonka the new International champ. Wow! You know Reaper might be a little ticked at you. Yeah I know, I’m sure he’s more angry with me but…

Scream starts to laugh and puts his arm around the dummy Chilly Willy.

SoundScream

You stay right there for a second Willy.

Scream looks at the last two dummies. Cactus and Reaper. He rubs his chin and then taps his head.

SoundScream

Now this could be a problem. Neither of you two like me and to be honest I don’t like the either of you. BUT, I would say that this puts me into a predicament. I mean I have tried getting a long with the two of you, I really have. You of all people should know that Reaper. I mean it was I who let you hang with me when Evil Unlimited went belly up. I mean Christ man I recall you calling at all hours of the morning sniffling that there was nobody to hang out with. So how do you repay me? You drop me off the roof of a house almost crippling me. That’s not what I call a good friend.

But like Elton John once said, “I’m still standing,” and there is nothing I’d like to do more than to throw you over that rope you piece of walking shit. But you know what would be even better?

Scream grabs the dummy Chilly Willy and throws it into Reaper sending Reaper over the ropes. In doing so the dummy Chilly Willy loses an eye.

SoundScream

Oh My God! Willy Won….Err. One eyed Willy has done it again! Looks like Willy owns you dead man.

Scream then raises Willy’s hand but then quickly superkicks the dummy over the rope.

SoundScream

And just like that there were two.

Scream looks intently at the dummy Cactus. He walks to the opposite corner and leans back into the buckle.

SoundScream

Lookie, lookie. It’s Cactus and SoundScream, SoundScream and Cactus. The man who walks around shooting his mouth of that our match at Genesis is the rubber match yet you still have never pinned me. But that’s ok. You see Cactus, this match at Blitz will be an appetizer before the meal. The meal will be at Genesis when I show the world my dominance over you.

But think a minute about the opportunity we have in front of us. What would happen, God for bid, if say Spackle tosses you over the ropes and I’m still in the match? Wouldn’t it be comforting to know that I could win that title? Then come Genesis you could be facing the World Champion. Think about that. You know Cactus this may surprise you but I don’t fear you. I could care less what you did in the past. I’m all about the present and presently you have a problem. You know I never understood why you called yourself the Lone Wolf. But I do now. You’re all alone Cactus, all alone.

SoundScream grabs the dummy Cactus and goes to throw him over the ropes but waits a minute. He stands the dummy up and delivers a SoundOff. He then looks down at Cactus and smiles.

SoundScream

Tsk, tsk Cactus. It looks like I got the best of you again. First, I took your belt, then I took your pride and come Blitz I take your opportunity. And with that I say adieu.

Scream picks up the dummy and tosses him over the ropes. He then looks around at the empty ring.

SoundScream

Foreshadowing? A spoiler? Take it as you wish. You see I didn’t leave that hospital and hire the best trainers in the world to lose. The biggest prize of them all is within reach.
(Closes his eyes)

I can see it.

(Lifts his head up and breathes deep)

I can smell it, GOD DAMN IT I CAN TASTE IT. At Blitz I mean business. You see I possess something that many of you don’t, a brain. I may not be the one to throw you over the ropes, I may not be the one that crushes your dream of becoming the World Champion…BUT I WILL BE THE ONE THAT SNATCHES THE OPPORTUNITY WHEN YOU ALL SLIP. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tic….Times up gentlemen, times up.


With that Scream lies back down on the flat bench and begins training.

[Spackle]

Vote: SteveTKO

Promo:
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(The camera opens on the large buzzing crowd inside the Sovereign Center. Suddenly, Somethin’ Wicked this way comes cranks out over the arena speakers. The crowd boos fairly loudly as Spackle, wearing a pink t-shirt that says “hooked on pig hearts” in white letters, a pair of blue jeans, wrestling boots, a dread band and his fake Oakley sunglasses walks out from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the stage, and looks from left to right out at the crowd, who is still booing him. He smiles as his music cuts, and he signals for a microphone. A stage hand throws him a mic, and Spackle starts jabbering as soon as he catches it.)

Spackle: You know, I can’t see a damn one of you losers.

(The crowd boos a bit louder. Spackle’s grin gets bigger, as he takes off his sunglasses. He tosses them up and catches them a couple times, and then hurls them at the seats nearest to the stage. He laughs a bit, and flicks off the fans he threw the glasses at. He turns away from that section of crowd, and as soon as he does, the glasses come flying back and hit him in the head. The crowd laughs. He quickly turns, his smile still plastered on his face. He picks up the glasses, and puts them back on.)

Spackle: And I think it’s better that way.

(The crowd boos.)

Spackle: You people call yourselves wrestling fans!? Fuck you idiots!

(The crowd boos a bit louder.)

Spackle: Ha! It’s so easy to manipulate you bastards. You guys try to spite me by booing? It’s my damn job to make you sheep hate me. Every jeer is the sound of my wallet swelling. Go on, I dare you, do it again.

(Spackle holds his hand to his ear, and the crowd boos again. Spackle shakes his head.)

Spackle: Okay, now shut up. I’m out here for a reason.

(Spackle scratches his head, and continues talking.)

Spackle: As I’m sure you people heard, Spackle is set to wrestle against nearly every damn wrestler under a Blitz contract. I’m out here to entertain you people by degrading said opponents in the Battle royal at Blitz. First off, Soundscream.

(The crowd pops.)

Spackle: Shut up you cripple loving cunts.

(Spackle stares right into the camera)

Spackle: Now, Scream, You’re apparently pretty popular here. I don’t know why, all I see is a glorified loser. How many title defenses did you have before you lost the hot potato title? Nine? Ten? Fuck all is how many you had. You lost your ugly belt before people even realized you’d won it. Now everyone is getting in line to top you off because you’re the favorite to become the next “world champ”, if you could call it that. You’ve had your chance with a title, and you mucked it up, boy. Not only did you lose the so-and-so title, but you also managed to break your fibula or something, and fuck up any prayer you had of beating me.

(Spackle scratches his nose.)

Spackle: And then of course, we have the man who beat him for that shiny piece of fools gold, Mr. Reaper. The only man who has the distinct honor of holding that belt an even shorter time than Scream.

(The crowd boos.)

Spackle: Uh-huh. I dare say you people hate him more than you hate me. But then I remember you people suck. Now, Soul Reaper, I can see why people hate you. You’re like that faggy emo kid in the back of the class who can’t be bothered to talk because no one understands him. Not so much because you’re quiet, God knows no one can shut you up, but because every time I see you or hear the shit you spew out of your word hole, I feel like kicking you in the scrotum until you choke on your own blood. Death Incarnate? You’re not allowed to call yourself that anymore. No, someone of your stature, someone who gets beaten by Chilly Willy, needs a new nickname, like vaginal flap.

(The crowd boos and cheers for the remarks about Reaper.)

Spackle: Yes, yes, speaking of Chilly’s vaginal flaps, I hear my “partner” StarCunt has got her eyes on some world title action, too. But, she lost to the lowest wrung on the wrestling ladder just a week ago, so she’s of no concern to me. Her boyfriend, however…

(Spackle pauses, as if thinking. He then shrugs and continues.)

Spackle: No, Willy doesn’t scare me either. The guy may be a champion, he may be contending for another title, and he may be the luckiest sucker in this federation, but shoot, I just can’t respect a man named Chilly Willy. And this is coming from a guy named Spackle, no less. You sir, will not be the first Canadian world champion. I can safely say that title rests with me.

(The crowd boos. Spackle smiles, and mocks the crowd, and makes some rude humping gestures towards some attractive women sitting near the stage. When he’s done, he wipes some sweat off his forehead and continues talking.)

Spackle: Lets see, that was four people… I guess that leaves Cactus, J-man, Trent, ‘Geter and whats his face.

(The crowd cheers and boos a bit for each name, but Spackle isn’t concerned. Spackle is staring at the front row, a little farther down the ramp from where he’s standing. The camera changes perspective to see a large, pimply, greasy looking guy wearing an old NIN Horror & Spackle t-shirt screaming and gyrating franticly. Spackle smiles, and makes his way down the ramp to the man. He stops right next to him, and the man is breathing hard, looking like he just ran 10 feet.)

Spackle: Now you see, this man is a wrestling fan!

(The man gets a huge smile on his face, and shows off his light yellow teeth. The crowd boos him a bit.)

Spackle: Just look at you. You’re a fat, ugly disgusting waste of life. The ideal picture of every wrestling fan.

(The man’s look of pride is replaced by confusion.)

Spackle: Sir, I’ll say this once. Ninny sure as hell wouldn’t appreciate you wearing his merchandise. Him and I are classy, sophisticated folk, and we don’t associate ourselves with gobs of lard. When you get home, take off that shirt, throw it on your mother’s stove, and give it a proper burning ritual. I’d take it now, but 1) God knows no one wants to see you without a shirt, and 2) I’m not sure I want to get any closer to you than I already am. Just make sure you stand real close when you burn it, maybe the fire will spread to that thick layer of grease covering your head.

(Spackle shakes his head, and pushes the man back into his seat with the butt of the microphone. He walks back up the ramp, to the stage, and turns around to face the crowd.)

Spackle: I’d apologize for that interruption, but I doubt you people would forgive me.

(The crowd boos a bit, and Spackle shrugs.)

Spackle: I thought so. You know, I’m sick of seeing 20,000 people who each look like that fat shmuck down there.

(Spackle drops his mic, flips off the crowd, and walks into the backstage area to a chorus of boos. As soon as he walks into the back, the Zeroin flares up and shows him walking through the curtain, into the backstage area. Spackle keeps walking until he’s right up on the camera, and the boos from the crowd continue. Spackle grabs the camera and drags it closer to himself, until his face is the only thing in the shot. He takes off his sunglasses, and smiles a wide and shit-eating grin. He then speaks.)

Spackle: But just because I can’t stand to look at you, doesn’t mean you don't have to look at me.

(Spackle winks at the camera.)

Spackle: I still have five other nut bags to disintegrate with my acid tongue.

(The crowd is heard laughing and cheering.)

Spackle: Heh, I guess it was pretty funny. But now, onto what I’m paid to do.

(The camera shakes a bit, and a zipper can be heard being undone. Spackle looks down, then quickly back up, his smile gone, and pushes the camera back slightly. His whole upper body is in the shot now.)

Spackle: Be queer on your own time.

(Spackle walks up to the camera, and puts his hand over the lens. Some shuffling is heard, and it’s obvious the camera is being dragged along, due to the moving scenery shown in the cracks between Spackle’s fingers. After a minute of this, Spackle takes his hand off the camera, and it gets a shot of him in front of a door. The door has a little dry-erase board that says _the j-man on the front, in crudely drawn letters. The crowd cheers and boos, but mostly boos.)

Spackle: Ha! The J-man. I’m not sure what the J stands for, but who really cares? You just came off a high profile win against the former “world champ” and, if not for you and Stare-

(Loud boos)

-I might have had to wait a good two-weeks before I got a chance like the one I’m getting on Blitz. Three, maybe, considering how wack this place can be sometimes. To be honest, I don’t know much about you, except two things. The first being that I could smoke you under the table. The second, is that you, and all the BLACK MEN in the world couldn’t hope to beat me, no matter how many push-ups your silly manager makes you do. You’re going up and over, and you can balidat’ playa.

(Spackle turns, bangs on the door and yells.)

Spackle: YOU HEAR ME!? BALIDAT’ PLAYA!

(Spackle turns back towards the camera, reaches out and picks up the previously unseen lens cap dangling from the camera, and sticks it over the lens. It stays like this for a few seconds, until the cap pops off, and Spackle is standing in front of what appears to be the same door, only Trent Acid’s name has replaced the J-man‘s. The crowd cheers.)

Spackle: Trent Acid. Another former champion. Although, it’s hard to call him that considering the title he held is dead. And honestly, who cares about dead titles? It was barely considered a title when it was around, and me and NIN were gonna do this place a favor and kill it off if the draft hadn’t beaten us to it. But I’m beginning to ramble, back to Trent. Big-T, you made quite an impact here when you debuted. Too bad you decided to shoot your wad all in one night, and wound up with nothing to keep the fans interested. As soon as your candle was lit, you went and extinguished it yourself. Now you’re doomed to the mid-card, while shooting stars- much like myself- zoom past you and destroy any clinging hope of stardom you keep in your little monkey sized skull, all with a simple shove out of the ring. There is only one dominant superstar in this match tonight, and make no mistake, it is me, Trent. Spackle.

(Spackle turns again and bangs on the door.)

Spackle: YOU LISTNEIN’ ACID? SPACK-LE!

(Before Spackle can turn around, the door opens, and standing in the doorway is NIN Horror, wearing some black and red pajamas. The crowd boos loudly as Spackle accidentally bangs on NIN’s head, who stumbles back a bit.)

NIN: Goddamit Spackle! What the hell‘s wrong with you!?

(Spackle backs away, startled. NIN rubs his forehead.)

NIN: I’ll be damned if I’m gonna have a bruise before my title award.

(Spackle regains his composure.)

Spackle: I’m kind of in the middle of something, Ninny.

(NIN looks at the camera, then at Spackle.)

NIN: Don’t bang on the damn door anymore.

(NIN slams the door, and the little sign hanging from the door falls off, revealing the words “The New Horror Show, NIN Horror” inside a little gold star. Spackle sighs, as the fans can be heard laughing. Spackle shakes his head, and walks off. The camera follows him, but neither goes far, as Spackle stops by a door that says Guest in large, bold black letters. Spackle opens the door, walks in, and motions for the camera to come in too. The cameraman walks in past Spackle, and sees that the room is a typical dressing room. A Couch in one corner, a chair in another, a large locker against the wall, a fake tree, and a small refrigerator by the chair. Spackle closes the door behind the camera, walks past it, and sits down in the chair. He looks straight into the camera.)

Spackle: Well, that was blown all to hell. Oh well, I’m nearly done, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to finish up in here.

(The camera shakes a bit, and the sound of a zipper unzipping is heard again. The cameraman laughs, the crowd can be heard laughing, and Spackle is dying a little. He sighs and continues.)

Spackle: Now, I believe I’m down to the last three people I have to slap around to get myself a fancy fangled new belt. I’ll start with the one I remember: ‘Geter. Ya know, I hear you’re an underused, angry young man looking to show the world what he’s got. Well, I’m here to tell you that you got nothing. I believe it was you, a retard and a televangelist who all got raped and pillaged by my good friend NIN Horror in under ten minutes. Now, being beaten by Ninny is no big surprise, but three of you couldn’t even gain an advantage, and each got your own legs stuffed up your corn holes in mere minutes. You’re not too much of a threat, in fact, I believe I’ve already met you in a rumble once, and I don’t believe you faired too well in that one either. If I were you- and don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m not- I’d just step out of the ring and save myself a whole lot of trouble. Now, I believe the next one is the reincarnation of Jesus… in wrestling form. God I hate people like this. He’s the holy savior, and too be fair, this place does need saving, but I think Jesus would be bothered by other things he needed to fix. I’m surprised he has enough free time to dally around in a wrestling match, what with all the problems in the world. Like why gas costs so much. If he’s the holy savior, I’d be much obliged if he’d piss in my gas tank. I’m sure pure, unfiltered Jesus juice could get me at least thirty miles a gallon. Oh well, if he won’t spot me some mileage, he’s of no use to me or anyone, so I have the honor of sending him back to his dad, right after I send him out of the ring.

(Spackle reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sunglasses. He puts them on, and continues talking.)

Spackle: And then there was one. Or two, counting me. Cactus-

(The crowd boos loudly.)

-I’ve seen you jawin on about nothing, smoking a phag, hanging out by yourself. Maybe I was wrong about Reaper, maybe you’re the emo bastard. God knows no one likes you. You talk about me like you know what goes through my mind. I threw my chance at a title I really don’t care about away, because I didn‘t want to confront my best friend? Or I lost a game of rock, paper, scissors against the aforementioned friend? I’ve got no problem with confrontations, your old stable mates can attest to that. Hell, if I had a problem with confrontations, I would have become a damn lumberjack. No, you see, I have a problem with fucking douche bags in the head office constantly trying to get me and my best friend to fight. If I have to throw a couple of matches to get the message to them across, so be it. He’d do the same for me. It’s all means to an end, Ninny and I will be sitting at the top of this place in no time, shoving people like you out of the way on the trip upwards. You won’t be in my face, you’ll be on the damn ground, vomiting up blood and organs, and when your pulse finally dies out, I’ll be the one the people call the murderer. But rest assured, I won’t get that title- the nickname or the belt- by accident. I’ll get it by choking the life out of nine- count em- nine of the P2PW’s best “wrestlers” and tossing their cold, limp bodies over the top rope. Jesus, ‘Geter, Soundscream, Acid, Willy, StarCunt, Reaper, J-man… and you, Cack. You’re prone and unconscious bodies are my stairway to being the undisputed heavyweight champion of the brand they call Blitz. And with Ninny right there with me, we will tear down this goddamned place, and put this company out of it’s misery.

(Spackle gets out of the chair, and walks over to the couch. He lies down, and motions for the camera to leave. The cameraman turns around and heads out the door. He stops at the doorway, peaks the camera out, and looks left and right. The white hallways have no people in them, and for once, a joke is nowhere in sight. The cameraman walks out from the doorway, and the camera goes black.)

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[Vegeta]

PROMO

(“The Tiger” Vegeta is sitting on a bench in his changing room, thinking about his next match. He is dressed in his training gear, a vest and tracksuit trousers. He looks at his watch and stands up.)

Vegeta: 5…4…3…2…1…

(At the count of 1 there is a knock on the door.)

Vegeta: Come in Kacey!

(The door opens and Kacey Garcia emerges from behind, she walks in with a surprised look on her face. She is about to talk but gets cut off by Vegeta.)

Vegeta: How did I know it was you? Seeing as you came here the same time last week and the week before, it wasn’t hard. I catch on to these things quite quickly. Predictability isn’t a great thing in a woman, Kacey.

(Kacey looks embarrassed but continues with her business and walks towards Vegeta. Her cameramen follow her and set up the equipment.)

Veg: I even got you your own chair to sit on, so that I can sit on my own one.

(Vegeta pushes the chair towards Kacey, next to his desk. Kacey doesn’t bother to ensue and sits behind the desk on Vegeta’s chair.)

Kacey: That’s alright Veggie. I’ll take your chair.

Vegeta: (To himself)Bloody slag, stealing my chair.

Kacey: Pardon?

Vegeta: Nothing, I was just saying (hesitating, thinking what to say)…..have you done something with your hair?

Kacey: Why yes, thanks for noticing.

(Vegeta wipes his brow and plods down into the chair he prepared for Kacey.)

Kacey: So Vegeta let’s down to business. (To her cameramen) Start rolling.

(The cameramen start filming as Kacey begins the interview with Vegeta.)

Kacey: So Vegeta, you’ve been randomly selected for the Blitz Breakdown match, how do you think you’ll fair in this match?

Veg: I’m quite confident Kacey, like I said last week I’m out to make a name for myself and I’m not afraid of anyone. Now, due to Nation’s recent injury and him being stripped of the title I’ve been presented with a golden opportunity to become the World Heavyweight Champion. Opportunities like this don’t come along all that often, especially for someone like me so I’m going to have to make the most of this and show the world that I am a big name in P2PW.

Kacey: Do you think your opponents are tough?

Veg: Well yeah. Obviously if they weren’t tough then I doubt they would be in P2PW. But I know what you mean so I’ll cut you some slack.

(Kacey looks slightly embarrassed. Vegeta waits for another question but Kacey doesn’t catch on so Vegeta continues to talk.)

Veg: …Soul Reaper will definitely be a threat; he's the most dominant person in P2PW and the longest reigning P2PW World Champion. He the favourite going into this match but I’m not as worried as some may think because way back when the Blood Pack had just been born, behind the scenes we were all begging Reaper for a match but he never accepted and do you know why that was? It was because he was scared of us but more importantly, he was scared of me. So I’m going to exploit that fear, which he may deny exists, but is there. What’s more, last week he lost the International Title to Chilly Willy. To “Ice Dick” of all people. Soul Reaper’s time is up.

Kacey: What about _the j-man?

Veg: Last week he beat the former World Heavyweight champion So he's got a lot of momentum coming into this match, you could even call him the number one contender. But it took a lot of unfair tactics for him to do that. This guy barely beat Simz at WrestleFever 2 so in reality, he can't be that great. He’s always going on about how he's a "BLACK MAN". Well I'm a BROWN MAN and everyone knows that brown is better than black.

Kacey: Controversial Vegeta.

Veg: Well if he can get away with saying he a black man every time we see him I think the world can handle me saying that. And since when did you become the minister of racial hatred?

Kacey: Well… I just..

Veg: Well… you just…thought nothing. On with the interview!

Kacey: Fine, forget I mentioned it. What about Soundscream?

Veg: This title is definitely in his future but that's the future and this is the present. I’m the present and no-one will take away this opportunity from me. He's a former International Champ so I’m not going to totally count the guy out but I understand he doesn’t see me as a threat which just makes me even more dangerous. This guy also lost to Soul Reaper so if he lost to that has-been then this guy must have lost it as well.

Kacey: What about Trent Acid? You did lose to him last week.

(Vegeta frowns, showing some obvious anger and dissatisfaction.)

Veg: I only lost because of Stare. I had the upper hand in the match and would have won if it wasn't for Stare’s interference. Let me tell you something about Trent. He’s a one move man. That’s it. One move. What else is he famous for? Compare my arsenal to his. I have the clear advantage. And even if he hits his Acid Bomb this week, it won't help him because he has to throw his opponents over the ropes, so it won’t be that helpful if he’s just planted his opponent flat on the ground. So he's not a big threat, especially in this match situation.

Kacey: What about the only woman; Starcrunch?

Veg: She hasn't done anything noteworthy in a long time. She's a has-been. She was one of the two who eliminated me last time so I want revenge on her. I’m not going to waste my time talking about her.

Kacey: What about Cactus?

Veg: He was a part of Deathrow which was split up because of the roster split. Well that faction isn’t exactly in great shape anymore is it. One member just decided to quit. One is injured and therefore out of action, so at the rate this faction is going Cactus will be fired or something. He's no better than Soundscream, so he shouldn’t be a problem. He lost his match at WF2 and although he’s beat Nation twice, he isn't exactly the number one talent. He did win his match at the supershow and he’ll probably be looking at this match to put himself back on the map as a singles superstar but I’m not going to let that happen.

Kacey: Spackle?

Veg: He’s proven to be very good but he hasn't proven to be championship material. At WF2 him and NIN worked together to win the match, but NIN isn't in this match so he can't help him. So without NIN, he can't win. Hey! That rhymes! (Vegeta starts singing the phrase) Without NIN, he can’t win!

(Vegeta zones out, singing the phrase to himself as if no-one was there. Kacey taps Vegeta on his shoulder, taking him out of the trance.)

Kacey: Hey, Vegeta, that’s enough. So what else do you think about him.

Veg: Other than the fact that his pink hair makes him look like a gay punk, that’s it.

Kacey: And what about Chilly Willy?

Veg: He's the International Champion, but he’s extremely luck that he is. (Vegeta pulls a face of disgust)I really can’t believe he’s the champ. He’s no-where near my league. I really despise this guy. He really humiliated me by eliminating me in the Ultimate Battle Royal and I swear I’ll get him back and show him that he’s nothing. Seriously, what’s up with his name? Ice Dick must put his boxers in the freezer before he wears them or something, to keep them frosty. That damn freak.

Kacey: Ecos?

Veg: I honestly didn’t know the guy existed until now. I don’t know a thing about him and that isn’t a good thing as he must have never done anything noteworthy in his life.

Kacey: So, that’s everyone. You seem confident.

Veg: Of course. I know I’ll win. I was recently in the same sort of match. I failed at that but I gained a lot of knowledge and I’m going to use that wisely. The group I’m about to fight don’t stand a chance. It’s like comparing a tiger to a pack of rats. In fact that’s exactly what it is.

Kacey: What if you don’t win?

Veg: This match is for the World Heavyweight Title, it's my destiny to win this, it's what I've dreamt about for ages. It looks like I’ll be the first from the Blood Pack to win the World Title. It's the biggest match of my career and nobody expects me to win it but I’m going to surprise everyone. I’m dedicating this match to the legend, Eddie Guerrero. May he rest in peace.

(Vegeta pats his heart in respect for Eddie Guerrero.)

Kacey: OK Veg, thanks. (To cameramen) Stop filming guys.

Veg: Just so you know I called up someone special to help me train. I’m sure you know him.[/color]

(Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.)

Veg: That must be him.

(Kacey gestures to her camera crew to start filming again. Kacey looks into the camera and starts to talk, as Vegeta walks to the door.)

Kacey (To the camera) We have just learned that Vegeta has acquired the help of someone special for his training. This person is at the door. We don’t know who it is just yet but we are about to find out.

(Vegeta opens the door, smiling, he extends his hand to the person and then embraces with him. The man’s head is resting on Vegeta’s shoulder. The camera reveals that the man is none other than “The Tiger” Aladdin. The two let go and then walk into the room.)

Aladdin: (To Kacey) Kacey, it’s been a while. (To Vegeta) You wanna start bro?

Veg: Yeah, sure.

Kacey: Hey wait!

(Kacey pulls Aladdin and Veg towards her. They stand next to her in front of the camera.)

Kacey: Aladdin, why are you here?

Vegeta: Are you stupid? I just told you.

Kacey: Fine, Aladdin, do you think Vegeta can win this match?

Aladdin: Of course. He’s a part of me and I know he’ll win. But he needs all the training he can get and needs to be in top shape mentally and physically to fulfill that dream. So if you wouldn’t mind.

(Aladdin nods his head towards the door, trying to get Kacey and her crew to leave. Vegeta smiles as his elder cousin take charge.)

Kacey: One last question. Do you thi…..

(Aladdin and Vegeta pick Kacey up from either side. They carry her over to the door, open it and drop her onto her feet on the outside. Aladdin then turns around, slowly and suddenly jolts forward, scaring the cameramen. Vegeta then turns around.)

Vegeta: Look we have no problem, lifting up a woman but we’re not touching a group of hairy, sweaty, balding old men.

Aladdin: You better get used to it. You’re facing Starcrunch.

Vegeta: Damn it! (To the cameramen) Just get out. We’ve got work to do.

(They camera crew swiftly make their way out of Vegeta’s locker room. Vegeta slams the door shut behind them.)

Aladdin: So let’s get down to it.

Vegeta: We had better.

(Vegeta walks over to his desk. He goes into one of his draws and pulls something out. He stands back up with something in his hand.)

Vegeta: Diet or regular?!

Aladdin: Regular.

(Vegeta throws Aladdin a regular Dr.Pepper can and takes the diet can for himself.)

Aladdin: I got the movie.

Vegeta: Cool. Put it in.

(Aladdin takes out the DVD from his pocket and places it into the DVD player. He walks back away from the television. He and Vegeta fall back into a large sofa, with their drinks in hand. Vegeta uses the remote to turn the movie on.)

Aladdin: All the training you need. DragonBall Z!

(The zeroin fades to black as Vegeta and Aladdin are watching television.)

[eCo]

Vote goes to The Fizz

[_the j-man]

Vote: The Fizz

Horns are heard honking, people are heard yelling, we open up the camera on the City of Downtown Los Angeles, across from the city is the 110 Freeway as we watch traffic slowly go by, we see homeless people off the side of Main St. and Figueroa, we see business people next to the Staples Center. The horns get louder as the camera pans up towards the top of the Bank of America building where we see Smokey standing by looking down at the chaos of Los Angeles. He has a small smile on his face as he begins to speak.

Smokey:
A long time ago, back in 1968. Over at the Watts Towers where _the j-man and I grew up our entire lives. Martin Luther King, Jr. made the most famous speech in the United States of America, “I had a dream.” We’ve all heard those words in one way or another, “I have a dream.” We all have those certain type of dreams. All of us in this world that we live in, want to be the best we can be, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way. Not today, not this hour, not this moment, I sat and watched those interviews that the other Blitz! Wrestlers did. Making checklists and tossing of dummies out of the ring. No training. The thing about these Blitz! Wrestlers are … They think they’re better than everyone else and they might have a losing record to show for it. Amazing how not one person is ready to train or fight. This is why _the j-man asked for my guidance, because he knows, to win and be a great superstar. You have to have a great mind behind all the madness. Because both of us, have a dream. Check this out…

As we see Smokey move to the side the camera moves up and shows _the j-man. He’s doing a handstand, no one knows how long but you can see the sweat dripping down his face, he’s just staring at the ground in front of him, his hands move a little as he keeps his balance, but you can obvisiously see this is a struggle and a major test for _the j-man.

Smokey:
I haven’t seen any of the others do that, _the j-man hasn’t watched a video yet of what’s happened. He only knows what I’ve told him. I want him to only know the key points of his opponent’s goals. Because I want him to train, this is the big opportunity for _the j-man, it’s his moment, his time to shine, I want him to be ready for what is to come once he goes up against 9 other Blitz! Superstars. I want _the j-man to know that he needs to be ready, he needs to know that there are 9 other Superstars whether they admit it or not, they’re going after him! I laugh at any person that thinks my man is a pushover, he’s the only person besides Cactus to dominate the man known as Nation! _the j-man put Nation on the shelf for who knows how long, does he get rewarded with the championship, of course not. They don’t want to be represented by _the j-man, but I have news for our Blitz! Management, _the j-man will walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship, you have my gurantee on that… You…

Suddenly we see _the j-man get back on to his two feet as he stands up, picks himself up a towel and wipes the sweat off his face. He walks over to Smokey who continues to run his mouth, we watch _the j-man put his hand on Smokey’s shoulder with a smile. He hands Smokey a finely rolled joint, Smokey gets a big grin and walks away from the camera. _the j-man turns his attention towards the camera, as the camera turns its attention towards _the j-man. _the j-man gets a bigger smile on his face as he looks directly with-in the camera and begins to speak.

_the j-man:
I had a dream, a wonderful dream, that one day, _the j-man would walk out as the 1st BLACK Undefeated World Heavyweight Champion. You want to know when that dream was? The first moment I walked into that P2PW ring. I went toe-to-toe with Simz & Stevo 316 twice, Simz gave me a scare but I still pulled it off with a win. I beat J.T. Blade and now he’s no longer in P2PW. I defeated the Mighty Nation, just like I said I would and what did I get from that big victory? Absolutely nothing, I ended up watching the “Idea Man” more like the White Man come out and strip Nation of his title. Instead of doing the right thing, instead of doing what he should’ve done, give me the Championship belt since I just pinned the champion 1-2-3 in the center of the ring. What happened? We end up having a Blitz! Breakdown match-up from the White Man. Funny, I wasn’t even surprised to see that my 9 other opponents are WHITE! The black ratio of wrestlers in P2PW is falling off into a wasteland. And myself? I keep getting screwed over by Management. It’s quite funny actually, I already saw this coming, people questioning my skills and my overall talent. Last time I checked I just defeated the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! When was the last time a Soundscream beat a World Champion, all I remember is a Former World Champion beating his ass and taking his International title away from him. I heard what Smokey told me about Soundscream. He said I wasn’t good enough to warrant his attention… Lets get one thing straight here, cracka. You’re nothing more that a fruity bitch with a bandana on, you haven’t done anything to make me think about you except when you ran your mouth. Soundscream I want you to know that when I see you in that ring, I’m going to cripple you. I’m going to make sure your knees are cracked in two. I want you to be a gimp when you have to face Cactus at Genesis. Soundscream, you haven’t warranted my attention one bit, I see a boy in a man’s body. I don’t feel scared when I look at you, I think you should be a bag boy at a grocery store honestly. But, for what you said, I want you to know that I’m coming for you Soundscream, you will know why I’m the best that P2PW has to offer.

Smokey comes back over with his eyes glazed. He hands the joint over to _the j-man who takes a phat rip and then blows out 9 smoke-rings. He smiles as he looks back to the camera, leaving the joint in his mouth as he talks.

_the j-man:
9 smoke-rings, symbolizing the 9 wrestlers I will throw out of this match-up. Trent Acid, a man who has lost himself since losing his boy, MVP-Don. Trent, I hope you’re watching because it’ll be my honor to throw you out like rag-doll during this event. Starcrunch, [Laughs.] A woman doesn’t belong in a man’s world, honey you’re going to be in for one hell of a long ride. Spackle, kid I wouldn’t worry about myself working out, I would be more concerned about getting ready for this match-up, because if you don’t practice, how do you expect to win? Ecos, the new-comer came at the right time, he’s getting himself a shot to be the Champion of the World. Just remember this Ecos, when I throw you out of the ring, just remember you lost to the better man, your time will come, just not now. “The Tiger” Vegeta, some say we have the better Tiger and I couldn’t agree more, Vegeta is flying under the radar, he’s picking his opportunity, he’ll be the first I’ll go after, you see when people don’t pay attention to who there facing, they become that much more dangerous, myself I’ve been trained too good not to pay attention to everyone that surrounds me. Then there is OUR International Champion, Chilly Willy… He’s what I like to call the Dark Horse, the Sleeper, he just came off the biggest win in his career and now has the chance to become the Next World Heavyweight Champion! Nobody should underestimate each other, it’s a foolish thing to do. Because once you underestimate the individual it makes them that much more lethal. Chilly Willy, be prepared, because I am and I will make sure you don’t walk away with the Title.

_the j-man finishes the joint he was smoking as he smiles Smokey pats him on the back as _the j-man talks more.

_the j-man:
Last but not least, Soul Reaper & Cactus. You two, the odds on favorites to win this entire thing, Soul Reaper, I’m no stranger to you and you are no stranger to me. You just came off the most embarrassing loss in your career, I know how you’re feeling. This is your opportunity to redeem yourself and I know that. Soul Reaper, I know our feelings towards each other, we’re not friends, not anymore. So I’m going to make sure that when you enter that ring, that you’re taken out the minute your inside. You’re a threat and everyone has put a bullseye on your head. Just be prepared, because you’ve been warned. Then there is the only man to beat Nation, twice. Cactus, Smokey told me that you said that without the help of Stare I wouldn’t have won the match-up? Newsflash, you win by any means necessary, I know you haven’t won every match your in Cactus. So shall I just mark those off as flukes?! No. You’ve won all those matches, but you’re not going to win this one. Your vision is blurred and your only concerned with your hatred for Soundscream, there are bigger goals in the world than worrying about a white bitch who wears a sweatband. Get your mind focused because if you don’t, I’ll finish you off with a LAST TOKE. [Snaps his fingers.] Just like that…

Smokey:
You see at this Blitz! Breakdown I have my man training until that very night, he’ll be in the best shape of his entire life, you think he isn’t taking this match seriously? You’re wrong! This is what we’ve been talking about since our faces showed up in P2PW. _the j-man would become the 1st Black World Champion and the Only Undefeated World Champion in P2PW! Believe that!

_the j-man:
See, I had a dream, that one day, I, _the j-man would become that World Heavyweight Champion. I had a dream of going back home to Watts and having all my old homies congratulate me on a victory that wasn’t just for me but them as well. I had a dream that I was going to dominate this league as a Superstar they’ve never seen before. You see when the White Man put all those white people in the ring with me, I realized that they didn’t want this Black Man representing there company. They didn’t want me to roam around with a Championship Belt that proved I was the best they had to offer. They want to advertise to the big White Man coporations, they want to be in bed with these corporate hounds. But again, I had a dream, that I would throw the last competitor out of the match to win the World Championship. I had that dream just yesterday and boy did it ever feel so real. I have something that others don’t have, I have a whole nation of my people backing me up to win this match-up. I’m not just doing this for me but I’m doing it for every soul on this planet that’s felt the pain of racisim, that’s felt the pain of not being able to hang out with certain people because of the color of there skin, I’m not doing this for myself, it’s gone way beyond that. I’m doing this for every person that has felt hatred for doing nothing at all, just like myself. People want to dismiss me because of the color of my skin. Well the reality check is here, I’m focused more than any other jackass that is trying to get ready for the Breakdown, they don’t even know the half of my training. I WILL DO THIS FOR MY PEOPLE! So Soundscream, Cactus, Vegeta, Soul Reaper, Starcrunch, Chilly Willy, Ecos, Spackle and Trent Acid… Realize this one thing I told you… I WILL BE THE NEXT P2PW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Smokey:
And you know why?!

_the j-man:
BECAUSE I’M A BLACK MAN WITH A DREAM!

_the j-man turns his back to the camera as Smokey is pumped up. _the j-man goes back to his very tough handstand as Smokey is cheering him on. We go back to the few down the city, where we go towards the Downtown Apartment areas where we see hundreds of Black People hanging outside. The camera zooms in closer to an old black woman looking up towards the skyscraper that _the j-man is on, she has a small smile appear on her face as a tear rolls down her face as the camera fades out to the words, “I do this for my people, black people.” With _the j-man’s signature right under it then the camera goes to black.

[soulreaper]

We open with a small video with Soul Reaper winning the P2PW World Championship from Shane Montez. It then goes into a highlight reel of the defenses then coming to a conclusion with the end collection being his controversial loss to Stare. The screen goes black then these words flash on the screen.

I've climbed the mountain...
I've fallen from the mountain

NOW...I destroy the mountain.

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The shot fades to Soul Reaper, collecting his thoughts in the waiting area of what appears to be a hospital. People scurry about, announcements made overhead. Doctors and patients meeting eachother and dissapearing into the back. Reaper is leaning on the snack machine.

"Many people pass through these doors. Sometimes they don't know what to expect, other times the problem is painfully obvious...and some people come here to waste their time and others money. On the other hand, a lot of people are put into this place by others. Those people are called victims, innocent or not so innocent people that were brutalized by somebody else. Over the course of my not so long career, I can say that I have put many people into a hospital, but outside of one small accident that put a shard of wood into my leg, nobody else can say that they were the reason that I, Soul Reaper, was put into one. Now, if I were to list to you all the people that have gone through those doors because of me, then we'd be here for hours. And to be honest, I don't want to waste my time with you idiots more than I have to. With that being said, there seems to be at least 9 people that would like to visit this establishment, and some of them have met this place due to me already. Apprarently they couldn't get the hint last time. I have no problem giving them the message again though. This time, though, there seems to be a bonus...."

Reaper gets off the machine and walks to a set of double doors. It leads into yet another waiting area. Except this room has people in wheelchairs, some of them are groups of people huddled together crying. The sign over the reception area reads EMERGENCY red lights flash on the outside as an Ambulance drives by.

"...Yes this time, I also get the privelege of hurting people with the hopes of regaining something that was stolen from me a few months back. I get a shot at taking the World championship again. As it stands, in this match, I am the only one in it who has held that belt. So all of those other people are trying to get their first taste, but I...I've had my first taste, and I am thirsting for it again. You see, since losing the title, I've been on a rollercoaster or sorts, but when you hear that you're able to get that title...all of your senses become focused. One can argue that your senses become even more than 100%, all in hopes of being the best. I've been there, and the fact that it was ripped from my hands, well that just makes me a little more angry, and a little more dangerous that usual. Hell I wouldn't be surprised to see 3 or 4 of you in up here after the night is over. And well all know that there are more than a few scores to settle in that ring."

Reaper walks into the back after another couple and when the doctor and this couple move left, Reaper goes right. He begins talking to the camera as he walks the corridors.

"Yes, there seem to be a few people in this match that have been itching to settle scores with me, but their hopes and dreams don't concern me. As a matter of fact, I could care less, all that I'm concerned with is that belt. I can already see those guys... Soundscream, pissed off still because at WrestleFever I proved to the world that was and will always be MY bitch. He couldn't get the job done in abandoned house and after that match was over, he wound up in the hospital. Cactus has also never truly gotten over the Hell in a Cell match where he couldn't even beat me with one bad leg. Some big, bad, murderer he is. His biggest claim to fame is the murder of a friend and one International title reign. That Lone Wolf is about to get neuterd. Chilly Willy also probably thinks he can one up me again, but lets not forget that had it not been for Soundscream, he probably wouldn't have even been in this match. As far as the others go, they can try their luck if they wish, but they'll find out soon enough that I am the biggest hitter in this business. Hell ask the _the j-man, he's been on the recieving end just as much as anybody. The sad thing is, all of you morons seem to think that my time is up, I'm finished...over the hill. The problem for you is that my time is still just beginning. I find it pathetic to see that a lot of you have been around as long as I have and still haven't been able to get over the hump. Truth be told, win or lose...Soul Reaper is STILL going to the Biggest name in that match. 1 Worldwide phenomenon in the ring with about 5 solid household names and 3 upstarts and 1 kid that got a lucky break with the help of Soundscream. Win or Lose, Soul Reaper is still the most dominant force in this business today....but I won't be losing, kids. I refuse allow anybody walk out that ring with my title again."

Reaper comes to set of doors again. The Sign over this door reads INTENSIVE CARE UNIT. Reaper smirks and looks back to the camera.

"So bring all you've got out there, and at least go out with a bang. And for those select few people that want to get in my face and try to take me out.. well I'll see you in I.C.U."Reaper points to the doors

"Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, your souls are mine

Death is coming and there is no escape!"

Reaper starts laughing as he kicks the doors open and the nurses on the other side scream and a security guard comes to get Reaper. The door closes... and soon its opened again as the guard goes flying out of the area. Reaper again laughs maniaclly as the scene fades to black.

[soulreaper]

I vote for SteveTKO

[Stare]

The Fizz gets my vote . . .shame shame TKO


annnnd locked.