BLITZ! PREVIEW (12-20) - Closes 12/24 @ 8 pm (EST)

[Stare]

LIVE FROM RUPP ARENA IN LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY

Fireworks go off as "Watching You Die" hits. The camera's pan the sold out crowd as they are all screaming like crazy, and jumping out of their seats. The opening music cuts as "Get Back" hits, The fans leap out of their seats screaming as Soundscream walks out. He has a heavily bandaged forehead as he looks around. The camera's are flashing as he has his World Title draped over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring. He walks up the steps and steps into the ring and approaches the corner, where he is handed a microphone. His music dies as he stands in the center of the ring as a "Scream" chant starts up. He looks around, awaiting for the masses to die down. They finally do as he speaks

Soundscream:[/b] There's a phrase I've been hearing all too often here lately. Every person backstage is walking up to me and saying "I told you so". It seems that they believe that I had no idea how much of a target I would become after winning the World Title, and you know what? They're absolutely right! I had no clue that I would be a marked man by EVERY single person in that dressing room! I had no idea that any friends I had would be gone, and that the enemies I had would become that much more sadistic in their actions towards me. And my realization had to literally be beat into my thick skull last week by NIN Horror.

The audience boos loudly as Soundscream nods along

Soundscream:[/b] You know what? I don’t have a problem with the fact that he did it. I mean, I was a Decepticon! I lived for that kind of stuff, and to be honest, I would've done the exact same thing!

The fans cheer slightly as Soundscream looks into the camera very seriously

Soundscream:[/b] Only, I would've done it like a man . . . face . . to . . face!

The fans cheer as Soundscream looks on

Soundscream: So, let me make this crystal clear! I want Stare to come out here right now, and give me the match that I deserve. Because, tonight, I'm taking the coward out! I demand a match with NIN Horror!

Soundscream looks on as the audience cheer like crazy

Soundscream: What!? Did I not say it loud enough, or do I . . .

"Energy" hits as the fans quickly boo as Stare's music blares. They continue booing as Barry Bryant walks out. He looks around with a smile, waving to the fans, as the music cuts. He is holding a mic as he speaks

Barry Bryant: Scream, as you can probably see, I am not Stare. In fact, Stare is still at home recuperating from the vile, disgusting, unprofessional, degrading, and most of all, cheating way that Trent Acid attacked him last week.

The audience cheers as Soundscream looks on

Barry Bryant: But hey! You want the man in charge, look no further! So, what you want is a match with NIN Horror? Hmm, that's interesting, and you'll be happy to know that Stare already thought you'd want him in the ring, so Stare signed a match. On one side, it'll be NIN Horror & Spackle, and on the other side, it'll be Soundscream and a partner of his choosing!

Barry laughs as he continues

Barry Bryant: And I know what you're thinking, Soundscream. Who is going to even have any interest in tagging with you? You're a marked man, remember? You're friends become your enemies, remember? So, it looks like this is going to be a handicap match, and don't even bother debating it, cause things are going to be done The Stareway!

The audience boos loudly until a low whistle is heard as a light comes down and fireworks ignite on stage. "Thuggish Ruggish Bone" blares over the speakers as Trent Acid walks out. He grabs the microphone out of Barry's hand and gets in his face

Trent Acid: Let me explain something to you real quick. Things are going to change around here. Things are not going to be done "The Stareway", they are going to be done "The Acid Way"!!!

The fans cheer wildly as Trent glares on at the scared Barry Bryant as Trent looks to the ring

Trent Acid: Scream, it's been a while, but say hello to your partner for tonight! And don't think for a minute that this means that World Title isn't on my mind, it just so happens that pissing Stare off is more on my mind at the moment!

The audience cheers as Trent slams the microphone back into Barry Bryant and exits as "Thuggish Ruggish Bone" echoes through the arena once again as Barry holds the mic with a shocked look

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Last Week on Blitz!, we left with a bang, mainly from the explosions of Trent Acid. In one of the most impactful attacks in P2PW history, he showed the world, and more importantly, Stare, that he was all business, and was bringing back the monster that has seemed to be long gone. Tonight, it seems that there will be a small Decepticons reunion as Trent and Soundscream step into the ring against Spackle & NIN. This match has a lot on the line, as the attack NIN did on Soundscream is etched in Soundscream's mind, and literally on his head. One things' for sure, this one will be a toss-up!

Tonight, the "controversy" surrounding the #1 contender for the World Title will finally be resolved. Cactus, _the j-man, and Soul Reaper have all been laying claim to a title shot for weeks, and as announced last week by Rocky . . . himself, Shinn's Theory, & Mary Lindsay will sit down and discuss the situation, and will have a #1 contender announced by the end of the night. Stare was scheduled to be in the discussion, but of course, he will not be able to attend.

Also, for anyone who keeps up with the Internet rumors, it appears that _the j-man and "The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy have been having their fair share of problems. Tonight, they will settle their score in the ring. However, The International Title will NOT be on the line, at request of _the j-man, who was quoted as saying "I'm too big for some half-ass, mid-card title!". This match might go down as a classic, as both men appear to be on a roll and a rise to the top. Who will come out one step ahead?

Bishop makes his in-ring return this week as he takes on The Fizz. Bishop claims he's here to make Blitz! worthwhile, and he starts by taking out whom he considers to be a weak link. One thing's for sure, The Fizz's fan base is slowly growing, and she has the right people behind her, and Bishop may be biting off more than he can chew, so to speak.

Also, two of P2PW Veteran's, and former champions will square off tonight as Steve TKO takes on Starcrunch.

All this and more, tonight on Blitz!

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TONIGHT'S MATCHES

SINGLES MATCH --- NON-TITLE
_the j-man
vs.
"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy

SINGLES MATCH
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
The Fizz

SINGLES MATCH
Starcrunch
vs.
Steve TKO

MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
"The New Horror Show" NIN Horror & Spackle
vs.
Soundscream & Trent Acid

THE CONTROVERSY SHALL BE ENDED

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Who will be named the #1 contender for the World Title?
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DEADLINE: Saturday, December 24th, 8 pm (EST)

Note: If the thread is not locked, you may still vote and promo until it is locked. The Deadline time is the time I will lock it if I am here. Thanks[/color]

[_the j-man]

_the j-man
The Fizz
Starcrunch
NIN Horror & Spackle

[Faster Pussycat!]

_the j-man
The Fizz
Starcrunch
NIN Horror & Spackle

[Spackle]

Ctrl C
Ctrl V

_the j-man
The Fizz
Starcrunch
NIN Horror & Spackle

[Stare]

_the j-man
The Fizz
Starcrunch
Soundscream & Trent

[Cactus]

The Canadian Icon

The Fizz

Starcrunch

Screamer and Trent ( If trent had not have come out I would have tagged with you scream )

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy
The Fizz
Starcrunch
NIN and Spackle.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

SINGLES MATCH --- NON-TITLE
_the j-man

SINGLES MATCH
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill

SINGLES MATCH
Starcrunch

MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
Soundscream & Trent Acid

THE CONTROVERSY SHALL BE ENDED
Who will be named the #1 contender for the World Title?

[Scream]

TONIGHT'S MATCHES

SINGLES MATCH --- NON-TITLE
_the j-man
vs.
[glow=red,2,300]"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy[/glow]

SINGLES MATCH
[glow=red,2,300]Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill[/glow]
vs.
The Fizz

SINGLES MATCH
[glow=red,2,300]Starcrunch[/glow]
vs.
Steve TKO

MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
"The New Horror Show" NIN Horror & Spackle
vs.
[glow=red,2,300]Soundscream & Trent Acid[/glow]

THE CONTROVERSY SHALL BE ENDED
Who will be named the #1 contender for the World Title?

[Hercules]

_the j-man

Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill

Starcrunch

Soundscream & Trent Acid

[Scream]

Snowflakes twirl in the crisp night air as a limousine is seen driving down RTE 60 in downtown Kentucky. Inside the limo is SoundScream. He has several papers in front of him and a few videos as he motions for the driver.

SoundScream

Rick, you missed the turn.

Driver

Shit. 430 West Vine Street. I freaking knew it. Stupid GPS system.

GPS

Turn right here

Driver

We’re on a freakin bridge! I said it after watching the Terminator. Technology will kill us. And I won’t stand for it. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m……

SoundScream

ALRIGHT! I’m in no rush man, take it easy.

SoundScream rolls up the privacy window separating himself from the driver. He takes a look at the papers in front of him.

SoundScream

NIN and Spackle. Hmmm. One runs around calling himself the horror show while the other just sits there waiting to do his masters bidding. Gepeto and Pinnochio. One pulls the strings while the other dances. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about you two but you sure have made a name for yourselves.

Scream tosses their profiles on the ground and takes a sip of his Vodka tonic. He rolls down the window and a couple snowflakes swirl in. He opens his palm as a few snowflakes descend on his hand and then quickly disappear.

SoundScream

Snowflakes. Each one has its own identity. Not one is alike. They twirl and dance during the storm but when the heat is on they melt. Interesting comparison if I can say so myself. NIN and Spackle are just two snowflakes. Each with their own identity causing havoc throughout P2PW but just like a snowflake…when it starts to heat up, they melt. And boys it’s heating up.
While you two were in training to make it in this business I was putting people in seats. I was climbing the ladder each night 7 days a week. And today I am at the top of the ladder, the top of the food chain and I’m hungry.

SoundScream smirks and looks out the window once again.

SoundScream

Lexington Kentucky, horse capital of the world. Tonight Trent and I team once again to take on Spackle and the walking number one contender, NIN. You see I have been put into a match where I am supposedly not supposed to trust my partner. But you see that’s where management backfired. I could care less if Trent likes me but I know one thing. As a partner he always got the job done. Trent, everything is water under the bridge, at least for tonight.

Many may think that NIN and Spackle have the advantage in this match because they are on the same page…and they may be right. But at one point in time Trent and I were also on the same page and we both have accomplishments to prove it. Tonight The Horror Show and Spackle walk into the ring with the World Champ and former tag team champ. What do you two hold? Besides each others balls.

Driver

We’re about 5 minutes from the arena.

Soundscream nods and takes another sip of his drink

SoundScream

Spackle everything seems to be falling in place for you. I mean you even were instrumental in eliminating Soul Reaper from the Blitz Breakdown match. But I sense weakness in you. Without NIN I see a confused man who doesn’t know what to do. What would you do without NIN? I guess only time will tell.

SoundScream looks at his watch

I guess that only leave you Mr. #1 contender. I bet you feel like a big shot. Grabbing that barbed wired bat and smashing it into my skull. You see your actions on Blitz tell me everything I need to know about you. Bravo Mr. Horror Show, you showed me up. Congrats because if you didn’t lay me out I would have laid your ass out.

The car begins to slow down as it pulls into the Rupp Arena. Fans hang over the parking lot railings with signs. Scream takes one more swig of his drink and opens the door. Snow continues to fall as he steps out of the limo.

SoundScream

Lexington God Damn Kentucky!

The fans erupt. Scream starts walking towards the arena. The he stops and closes his eyes.

SoundScream

Can you smell it? Can you hear it? Can you taste it?

His eyes open.

SoundScream

Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the greatest show on Earth. The horror show has begun and NIN and Spackle are going to have to tame this lion. Come on ringmasters step up to the plate. Cause the show is about to begin and THIS LION IS MOTHERFUCKING HUNGRY.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

(Scene opens.)

Trent is walking in the arena parking lot, snow is coming down steadily, and the only light reflecting off of Trent is coming from dim parking lot lights.

The camera pans on his shadow, and then onto a trailing footprint, and then to Trent's back. The wind is howling, as his trenchcoat tails blow in it's direction.

Trent comes accross a parking lot sign on the ground, dampened by the snow, reading: Remember Decepticon.

Trent: Remember Decepticon?

A highlight reel plays: starting with Trent, Soundscream, Venus, and Tyler Stone walking to the ring; Tyler pinning Spaz, preluding a huge 13-person brawl; Venus hitting Star with a chair; Soundscream setting Stare up for an ensuing Acid Bomb onto a chair; Soundscream and Stare duking it out in the ring; and other highlights.

The arena crowd reacts accordingly.[/i]

Trent: Now.....everything has changed. But for one night, Soundscream and I will show those two newbies exactly what it takes to have a prominent career here, for we will be cutting the careers of NIN and Spackle short.

The camera flips back to Trent. The snow is getting heavier, as flakes drop steadily on the head and shoulders of Trent.

Trent: for everything that has been going on, this will be my night, Stare. Soundscream and myself will beat the bloody carcasses of your two new lackies, and, I assure you, NIN and Spackle will be joining you tonight. Think of it like this....Christmas is coming, and I urge you to have faith.

The wind howls.

Trent: Because, NIN and Spackle, it will take divine intervention for you two to survive the night. Soundscream and I were a lot like the two hitmen in Pulp Fiction, we didn't always see eye to eye, but we got the job done.

The crowd cheers.

Trent: Heh....The night is ours....

Trent sees a crowd of fans, he immediately put his hood on and blends through them, making his way to the front and hopping the railing, the crowd looks on and cheers loudly as a limo pulls up.

Trent (to himself) It's time.

Trent sits down in the middle of the isle as the crowd continues to cheer.

The door opens up, and Soundscream comes out.

Soundscream: Lexington God Damn Kentucky!

The crowd erupts, Soundscream plays to the crowd some more and makes his way toward the arena.

Trent. still under the hood, stands up, stopping Soundscream in his tracks, Soundscream looks around, and then back at Trent as he slowly takes off the hood.

The crowd erupts as Trent reveals himself

Soundscream: Trent! As unpredictable as ever! Are we here to fight?

Trent: Yes we are...

Tension fills the air, Soundscream clenches his fists.

Trent: Let's make sure that NIN and Spackle join Stare tonight.

The crowd explodes as both men walk into the arena.

Scene fades.

END PROMO

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

The Fizz is already in the ring as the camera's go on air on The Fizz is getting ready to speck


The Fizz: Well well what do I have here. In ring return named Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill. I do not know this guy but I have heard that he has been wrestling a few show and goes after weakest wrestlers.

The crowd cheer

The Fizz: So Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill you think that I am a weak wrestler. I would think again because in my debut I beat Steve TKO which was a big upset to everyone in the back and in the crowd.

The Fizz goes down to the crowd again and interviews one of the fans

The Fizz: What is your name

Fan: My name is Orlando Smith

The Fizz: What do you think of the return of Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill

Orlando: I think it is great to see Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill back in action against you and what is the rumors about you going to TNT.

The Fizz: It is true that I might be going to TNT because It isn't working well for me in Blitz, but that is only if i have a rubbish match. Thank you for your question.

The Fizz thanks Orlando and goes back to the ring

The Fizz: Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill i am calling you out and once the match is over I will win and have one of the best matches on Blitz

The Fizz is waiting for Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill to come to the ring.

[SoL]

j-mann
the fizz
steve tko
soundscream & trent acid

[Spackle]

(The scene opens on the back of Spackle’s pink head. He’s sitting on a stool at a bar, in a dimly lit room, and a few people are scattered on either side of him. The camera is right behind Spackle, but it doesn’t seem like Spackle notices it. Finally, he spins around, his sunglasses on, and a huge shit-eating smile on his face.)

Spackle: Ya know, Kentucky would be in a very sad state without whisky and chicken.

(The camera pulls out and Spackle raises his hands, which are holding a bottle of unmarked booze and a drumstick of fried chicken, respectively.)

Spackle: Luckily, I found a place that sells both.

(Spackle tosses the chicken away, and picks up a little confederate flag off the bar.)

Spackle: I also got some nifty confederate paraphernalia.

(Spackle drops the bottle, which shatters off camera, and tosses the flag away.)

Spackle: But screw all that. I’m not in this dank shithole to talk about dead birds and relics of this backwater state’s past, I’m hear to talk about two men, two little cunts who have the cranberries to look down their nose at me. But mostly, I‘m here for atmosphere.

(The camera pulls out farther to get Spackle’s entire body in the shot. He’s wearing a gray shirt that says saucy crackwhore in big black letters across the front, some black running shorts, and a pair of taped together tennis shoes.)

Spackle: I’m here because this place is a physical incarnation of my mood. Dark, dirty, liquored-up, horny, but most of all, angry. I’m angry because a chump by the name of Trent Acid, a man who hasn’t done a damn thing worth mentioning since he lost his belt nearly 4 months ago, is threatening to end my career, and a clod by the alias of Scream is gibbering on about snowflakes. And Ninny and I have to wrestle these silly shits! Now that’s just a criminal misuse of talent.

(Kacey Garcia, who just so happens to be sitting to Spackle’s right leans over into the camera’s view, and looks directly at the camera, then at Spackle. She‘s obviously drunk, the vacant stare on her face even vacant…er.)

Kacey: Stop bitching you crab infested twit. You’re in the main event with your little boyfriend.

(Spackle looks at her.)

Spackle: You know, you’re kinda sexy when you’re sloppy shit-faced. Did you know people call me Spackle, cause I’m perfect for filling the ladie’s cracks?

(Kacey looks a bit shocked, and quickly vacates Spackle’s space. Spackle watches her, then looks at the camera.)

Spackle: Am I bitching? I mean, I’m in the main event, even if I am just my “partners puppet”, I’m getting paid a main eveners wage after being here for only six months, and I’m signed to a guaranteed contract. What do I have to bitch about?

(Spackle massages his chin, and tugs on his beard.)

Spackle: I’ll tell you what I have to bitch about. That I wasn’t pushed sooner. It took about half the time I spent here to rise to the top of federations who knew how to run shit. That put on great wrestling, and treated people like me with the respect and dignity that a wrestling deity deserves. That’s why I bitch. Although it’s not all bad. I’m being paid the exact same amount as Soul Reaper, the exact same amount as Cactus, the exact same as Trent Acid, and I’ve never had the blemish of a P2PW “title” on my record. People say I should respect this federation and it‘s alumni, and I say they can suck my pruned sack. What is their to respect at this place? Should I respect the rampant steroid abuse? The adultery? The lies? The backstabbing? The perverts who use their power for sexual gratification? The lack of taste? The ignorance level displayed by the “promoters” ? The greed? The nepotism? The only thing I respect is money. I’ll take green over gold any day, and I might as well knock some sense into a few bitches before this whole place goes up in flames.

(Spackle tugs at his beard again.)

Spackle: And the names of those bitches? Trent and, um, well, I’ll call him Scream. I guess I’ll start at the bottom. I know I’m not talking to anyone in particular here, but will someone please tell me what Trent is doing in a mach against me? Why is his name even being muttered in the same sentence as mine? The only match where he hasn’t come out as a complete twat was against the jobber cousin of Aladdin, and he could barely pull that one out. And now, he can say with a straight face that he’s going to teach me anything about this business, this company, which I of course have so much respect for? Now Trent, shut the fuck up, and maybe YOU’LL learn something. I’ve been wrestling for near eleven years, and Ninny’s been wrestling even longer. In that time, I’ve gone from selling out arenas of over 20,000 people for a payday of an elephants weight in Dinars, to street fights in front of a crowd of gawking rednecks for $50 and a knife hit of ‘dro. And after all that fighting, I can say that me and Ninny have very prominent careers. Not only in the Caribbean, but here, too, where we passed you by within our first three matches. Now, if you want to talk Pulp Fiction, I’d say you’re more of a Ving Rhames. It’s too bad theirs no Bruce Willis to save your ass.

(Spackle leans back, and rests his head on the bar. He then quickly sits back up, and looks at the camera again.)

Spackle: Unless you count Scream. I don’t, but I can see how some people would, considering the five pound anchor strapped around his waist. I’m confused about one thing these two monkey’s said, though. I’m Ninny’s puppet, I understand that, but I’m also Stare’s lacky? Are Ninny and I both dancing when Stare says so, or is it more like a puppet show about a puppet show, and I just happen to be the lowest puppet?

(Spackle scratches his head, obviously confusing himself.)

Spackle: Then again, who the hell cares? Had I discovered this bleeding anus of a federation first, and Ninny came in later, I’d be the puppet master. Scream just seems to like talking for the sake of making noise. More noise that Scream, Trent and countless others make is that Ninny and I were trained and brought up simply to be a couple more punks in the p2p’s already growing list of assholes. I joined this federation to burn off my ring rust before heading back over to the Islands, and to make some spare cash to tend to my vices. I wasn’t trained by p2p’s school, if it even has one. I was brought in, and within six months, I’m a main event star. Within less than a year, Ninny is about an inch away from getting what some would consider “the top of the food chain” And while you, Scream, were struggling so hard to get up there, working 7 days a week to put people in the seats, I was laying back in the sun sipping on fruity foreign drinks, making quick payments on my second house and basically living the life of a mega star, all for two or three nights of work. That’s what I have Scream. But it’s all right, I’m just a weak, confused man who needs Ninny to wipe his ass for him. You’re the moral champion here, Scream. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.

(The bartender walks up behind Spackle and sets a colorful drink in a margarita glass on the bar behind him. The bartender taps Spackle on the shoulder, and Spackle turns around to see his drink waiting for him. He grabs it, turns back around, and toasts the camera. He takes a large gulp of the beverage and sets it on the bar.)

Spackle: If this place had any sense, they’d have made this match a singles between Ninny and Scream, so Ninny could claim what’s as good as his, and Scream can go back to the intoxicating hospital life of bedpans and bedsores. That way all these retards wanting that tacky belt could stop bickering about nothing, and I’d be freed up to test out my single’s work. But that’s life, you take the good with the bad. Trent, Scream, I’d wish you both luck, if it weren’t for the fact that I hope you both get prostate cancer.

(Spackle picks up his drink, toasts the camera again, and gulps down the rest of it. He then turns towards the bar, and signals for the bartender to mix another. Just then, an attractive blonde woman walks into the view of the camera, and spins Spackle around with surprising strength for a small woman. Spackle is a bit surprised, but he soon starts smiling after he hears the woman’s Russian accent.)

Woman: I hear you are not transvestite like rest of men in here.

(Spackle smiles and shakes his head.)

Woman: Good! You have big penis! I like penis! Is tough, for fuck!

(Spackle scratches his head)

Spackle: Yes, I suppose it is!

(Spackle gets up and walks off camera with the woman. Soon, the bartender comes back with Spackle’s drink, but finds that he’s gone. He looks around a bit, shrugs, and walks off. The camera goes black on the empty stool.)

[Hercules]

The scene opens in a confession both of a catholic church, a dark shadow covers the face of Dollar Bill. Impatiently waiting, he pulls out a pint of Hennessy and guzzles it down, as the last drop of alcohol falls from the bottle, the window slids open.

Priest: How may I help you my son?

D.B: CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!!

Priest: (disgustingly) Oh no! Not you again. Dollar Bill.........

D.B.: Man, how'd you know it was me?

Priest: Maybe it was the obvious smell of alcohol on your breath, and that ricidulous call you do. I swear Dollar Bill, I think you were put on this Earth to test my faith. What is it today?

D.B.: I want to be forgiven for my sins, so do yo thang and I'll be on my way.

Priest: I cannot do that.

D.B: Why the hell not??!! Man, don't play wit me, you betta do ya damn job.

Priest: How many times must we go through this Dollar, in order to be forgiven, you must first express remorse for what you've done, and I sincerly doubt you do. You use the name of the Lord to hustle people out of there money & you're not even Catholic. I will no longer entertain your sick pleasure in making a mockery of me or the church. I can't help you Dollar.

D.B.: Naw, naw, naw you got it all wrong, I do feel bad about something I did & I need to be forgiven, now Catholic or not, you gotta do yo thang & get me forgiven and if don't, I'm gonna come over there & rip your tongue outta yer ass.

Priest: See, that's what I mean, get out of my church.

D.B.: ok, ok, ok, check it out, if you don't git me forgiven, then the district attorney is gonna get a call form an anonymous source about a certain Catholic priest that likes to play wit lil choir boys, if you get my drift.

Priest: (sighs) When was your last confession my son?

D.B.: Ha, ha, I knew you'd see things my way, now, earlier this year the Lord sent me on a holy crusade to teach his words to an unruly bunch..

Priest: You tried to take over a wrestling company, I would hardly say that's a crusade by any means.

D.B.: ANYWAY!!!! I assembled a crew of disciples and they betrayed me, just as Judas betrayed Jesus, these bastards turned their backs on me, which caused me to fail my mission, thus fail God. It was a lesson in both humility & patience.

Priest: Wha...What are you talking about?? You weren't on a holy mission, you assembled a group of thugs to try to take over P2PW, when they got tired of your verbal abuse & your treatment of them, your little band of merry men split up & Aladdin gave you a beating to remember. It had absolutely nothing to do with God.

D.B.: Hey!!!! What the hell do you know, I didn't ask for your opinion, anyway, The BloodPack's betrayal taught me humility & as far as patience goes, this time, I'm gonna take my time.

Priest: Oh dear God, you're not going after P2PW again are you?

D.B.: Oh yeah, but this time it'll be different, before I tried to take on the whole company at once, this time I'm gonna take my time, I'm taking down one wrestler at a time, that way, I'll have plenty of time to tie up loose ends, make a lil money on the side & drive up the ratings for that sorry ass Blitz show.

Priest: Tie up loose ends? You mean the former BloodPack members?

D.B: Oh yeah, as The Bible says : "Vengeance is a bitch."

Priest: That isn't wha.....

Dollar Bill angrily punches as the wall seperating him and the priest, as the wood gives way to Dollar Bill's fist, the priest looks in horror.

D.B.: (angrily)Shut up bitch!! You seem to have alot of opinions for a man who's about 3 seconds from gettin his ass whooped!!! Just do your thing so I can go!!

Priest: (starts uttering words in Latin) Amen. Y-Y-You're forgiven, n...n..now leave Dollar Bill.

D.B: And a Yabba-Dabba-Doo to you to father.

Dollar Bill slowly places his hat on his head and straightens out the brim.

D.B.: Thank you father, you know us men of God must stick together. Uhh, before I go, could you be so kind as to direct me to the wine & the offering you collected today please.

Preist: The wine is next to the alter, the money is in the back.

Dollar Bill leaves the confession booth & lights up a joint, he sees his two female companions, Trix and Dixie.

D.B: Alright ladies, wine is next to the alter, money is in the back, grab it so we can go.

Trix: We goin after the guys that use to be in Pack tonight baby?

D.B.: Naw, that will come in due time, tonight, I take care of a noob that goes by the name of "The Fizz", I hope he gives his soul to God, cause his ass belongs to me. Now hurry up and get the loot, I ain't got all day.

Trix runs to the back with her heavy boobs bouncing wildly with each step. As she runs off Dollar Bill takes out his cell phone and makes a call.

D.B.: Yes, hello, uh can you give me the number to 9-1-1 please? Yes, I'll hold. 9-1-1? I wanna report a pedophile priest.....

END SCENE.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

[glow=red,2,300]Chilly Willy's Promo[/glow]

Chilly Willy is walking down a broken escalator as he sighs. He has a Blackberry in his left hand and the stylus in the right. He is typing out something on his Blackberry as he smiles.

Chilly Willy- Man! Being a successful champion. Unlike the rest of those fools. I hope we go to Canada soon so I can finally show the world that Canada is the greatest country in the world!

The crowd boos heavily as Chilly Willy puts away the palm-pilot. He reaches the locker room hallway as an American couple passes by but stops just behind him.

Husband- You disgust me. My wife loved your little struts and poses until you turned anti-American and pro-Canada. Now she hates your guts. Good luck in facing the J Man. Better wish you come out alive.

The couple walks away as Chilly was about to say something but stopped. He has a frustrated look on his face as he continues to his destination. He fiddles with his keys until he drops them.

Chilly Willy- For the love of.... I hate this. Week in and week out. People blaming me of being anti-American. I am not like that. But.....

Chilly stops as the T.V. is displaying J man talking trash about Chilly.

J Man- How does Chilly Willy think that Canada is better than us when we beat them at almost everything.

Chilly turns off the monitor as he has a furious look on his face. He quickly leaves as he is heading towards the Gorilla position. "Dead Horse" plays as Chilly walks to the ring. There is little cheering and more boos as Chilly picks up the mic.

Chilly Willy- What the hell is your problem? Why do you think that I am against you? All I'm doing is showing a little pride in my country. But it is okay for Americans to do that? It has been brought to my attention that a lot of you don't like me anymore. That is fine but please. Stop being hypocrites! You all think that your heroes can take me down and teach me a lesson. Look what happened to Starcrunch. Look at whats going to happen to the J man. He is going to fall and none of you can stop that. I am the only Canadian International champion. You couldn't stand it so you started to boo me. Well guess what? I am through with being your lapdog. I am being who ever the hell I want to be. But what can you do about it? Nothing! J Man can whimper and bitch about being screwed because he is Black. But I guess Dave Chappelle got tired of being a comedian and decided to wrestle. Well I guess Rodman had an alright run with WCW. But that doesn't change the fact that I will beat you and reveal to the world that you are all hype and a joke. I don't say I have a lot of money because I am White. Look at Jay-Z. He is successful and so can you. But you have to realise that race has nothing to do with it. Tonight I will kick your ass. Canadian style!

Chilly drops the mic as "Dead Horse" hits the speakers. The screen fades to black.

Fin.

[_the j-man]

The camera opens up to the backstage area of the P2PW locker-room. Suddenly we watch _the j-man & Smokey, with a gymbag in his head. They enter the locker-room jumping the items on to the ground as Smokey starts talking.

Smokey:
Tonight is the night, champ. You're going to finally be announced as the new #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. First, you have to prove yourself by beating the International Champion, there's going to be no way they can't deny you your rightful title shot.

_the j-man:
Yes, yes... I hear all these promises that come from the Management here at Blitz! OH! Your time will come and soon you get your title shot. FIRST OF ALL! I should already be the World Heavyweight Champion, I was the last person to defeat Nation, I was the last person in the Blitz! Breakdown, if it wasn't for that pussy that's claim to fame is killing a person. What that bitch, Cactus never recognized is that I've shot a few punk-ass bitches in my day, when I had to grow up in the hood. South Central, somewhere people like Soundscream, Cactus & that ignorant twat, Chilly Willy have never seen. But we already know what Management thinks of me, as some Black fool that'll ruin there reputation. It stinks like the NBA and there stupid dress-code they came up with. Or the fact when a fan threw cup of beer on Ron Artest, and then the whole team beat that bitches ass for good reason. You throw a cup of beer on me, I'll fuckin' kill the mother-fucker with a blade right there. I swear to god. Disrespect is the one thing everyone has in common. If you get disrespected then you do something about it. Chilly did just that.

Smokey:
But you have to understand, champ. They're not going to consider you at all if you don't beat Chilly Willy this week.

_the j-man:
F*CK THAT BITCH! Do you really think I'm scared of some fool called CHILLY WILLY! His name speaks for himself and his man-hood. He's already dubbed himself, "The Canadian Icon" and the last time I checked, all Canada has done for us was introduce Hockey and well, America turned it into a Multi-Billion dollar industry. Something that Canada would have never been able to do. It also produce a crybaby like Bret Hart, because he didn't want to lose his title, his boss made a business decision to take the belt away from him. So he throws a big temper tantrum. Because he was a greedy punk-ass bitch that wanted more money.

Smokey tosses the gym-bag to the ground as he goes towards the bathroom. _the j-man looks back to the camera that followed him and spoke again.

_the j-man:
Lets not forget what you had to say to me backstage, you said you would kick my teeth in. Well, "pal" now is your chance to prove yourself. [Starts laughing] But you fail to realize is that you're going up against the BEST that P2PW has to offer. What this situation reminds of is a Snake vs. a Mouse. The snake waits patiently, weeks if they have to. But once that time has come, and the mouse hangs over the snake. He snatches the mouse out of thin air, swallowing him whole. This is what I'm going to do to you, Chilly. Not only am I going to make you pay for being an idiot and running your mouth off to me at the wrong time.

Smokey:
You're damn straight! P2PW knows that we're collecting all the evidence in our lawsuit about the racism in this federation. Now here it is, they have the chance to finally write the wrongs that Blitz! has committed. After _the j-man defeats the International Champion, in a fine fashion. There should be no other choice than _the j-man who SHOULD BE the Champion from 2 separate occasions! Now this will be the 3rd and if the proper chose isn't made, then _the j-man and I are going to turn this entire place upside down. Because to any jury they will plainly see that we've been screwed over because the color of our skin.

_the j-man steps in front of Smokey with a serious look on his face.

_the j-man:
I've dealt with the White Man feeding me bullshit, but never like this. I can name a few more RESPECTABLE companies that wouldn't judge me on the color of my skin, that wouldn't be worried about the reputation I bring. Because I bring money to the wrestling industry, these fools at P2PW do not understand that. Well, now it's time to put up or shut-up P2PW. Because Chilly Willy, not only doesn't stand a chance against us but he will be absolutely destroyed in this upcoming match-up. Then Soundscream will realize that he'll have to eat his own words and put up a fight against me. Because he couldn't do it on his own, he had to have his "buddy" Cactus help him out. Remember, Soundscream, you won your title like a bitch and once I get my hands on you I'm going to treat you just like how I will treat Chilly Willy... A GOD DAMN BITCH!

Smokey:
AND YOU KNOW WHY?!

_the j-man:
BECAUSE I'M A BLACK MAN!

_the j-man & Smokey grab the camera man and start shoving him out the door as they do, they slam it shut. Before the camera goes to black, we hear the two of them through the door, "Don't worry Smokey. Don't worry about it at all. Everyone is going to feel our wrath at Blitz! this week. EVERYONE!" And with that the camera fades to black.

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=green,2,300]One cup of coffee, then I’ll go.[/glow]


*Fade in panning through a lively Islandy/Tropical restaurant. Jamaican Ska music plays in the background as the camera cuts to a few busboys preparing a table near some palm trees by a corner. They clean plates and stuffs off of the table, and wash off its wood surface. They put down a filled condiment basket, a menu, and silverware in a neatly folded napkin, and then run off to the kitchen. The scene cuts to the doors, and in walks NIN Horror,wearing a large black trench coat, baggy black velvet pants, a silver chain necklace with a gold Hatchetman charm, and a pink and turquoise “Big Peach” t-shirt. Some waiter walks up and takes NIN’s coat. NIN then walks to his prepared table and sits down. Another waiter walks up and takes a pad of paper and pen out of his pocket. *

Waiter: What may I bring you tonight sir?

NIN: A zombie on the rocks, and some alligator.

Waiter: Right away sir.

*The waiter walks off screen. NIN picks up the menu and flips through it briefly, then closes it and sets it down. *

NIN: I know what I want, and it’s not in that menu, and it’s not in p2p either. See, all I really want from p2p is respect. To me, it’s not about fame or money, because I have oodles of both, and it’s not about honor of wrestling spirit, because p2p is the last place I would look for either of those. But all I really want from this p2p deal, as my last venture in America is respect, but all I’ve gotten from p2p in 11 months is incognizance from the whores in management, the frauds in the locker room, and the retarded, ugly, fat, and stinky Fans. See, I think, NO, I Believe it’s the fan’s fault for all the problems in the p2p. Looking at who the fans cheer and even tolerate in this fed, it’s amazing that they can even make it to the arena every week. If the fans had any sense of what real talent is, 6/7’ths of this roster would’ve been thrown out on their ass months ago. And because the fans let any stupid shit get fed to them, the Head Office can just sit back on the couch and stuff their hands down their pants. Management wouldn’t know what to do with real talent even if they had books and a degree on it, just like Simz with a girl, and history has proven that time and time again. Though you already know this, I am a world recognized figure, and one of, if not The best wrestler to ever set foot in a ring. But for the last year, p2p has pushed me aside for the same old cookie cutter wrestlers.

*The waiter returns with a mixed rum drink and a plate of fried alligator cuts. NIN takes a sip of zombie drink and eats two alligator pieces, then continues. *

NIN: All these stupid fans want are Cookie Cutter bitches like SoundScream. See, what I mean by cookie cutter is that there’s probably been a SoundScream in every American fed at some point. Just some bland honky using the same weak move-set, and the same weak Cocky Heel/Fan Favorite gimmick. Scream, you can’t think you’re a good wrestler can you? I mean, look at your embarrassing run with the International Title, and for the record, you never won the World Title, Cactus won it for you. The reason you don’t know much about me or Spackle is because you are too ignorant to do a little research. No, you haven’t been wrestling longer than me, No, it’s not heating up, and I never needed daddy to help push me up the ladder. I have earned everything I have in life, and I don’t need somebody else to win titles for me. Scream, how long do you really think you can hang on to the World Title? You stole that title, but all you’re getting for it is a firm and prompt beating, instead of getting you’re hands cut off. But don’t be thankful, because now you have to step in the ring with Spackle and I, and a beating from us will make you wish you could’ve just had your hands cut off.

*NIN takes another bite of alligator, and another sip of drink. *

NIN: So now Trent, do you really think you’re going to be able to walk into and out of Blitz unharmed? If I were a bettin’ man, I’d bet Stare has a nasty surprise for you, because you can’t honestly think you can just do what you did to our boss and get away with it can you? You attacked Stare from behind last week, but this week you have to face Spackle and me face to face. I don’t care what you did in the past, because you have been on a slippery slope for along time Trent, and this week will be the big jagged rock you run into. Trent, I will make sure YOU join Stare in the hospital, where if we’re lucky, he’ll hand you a pink slip. Trent, where do you want to be this Christmas, at home, or sucking up mashed up potato chips from a bag? You better do your own self a favor, and just not show up to Blitz. You want to be like a Decepticon? I will break you under my boot like the cheap plastic Transformer toy you are. If you show up, and get in the ring with me, then you will prove that you are a closet masochist, because I will unleash a wave of pain on you like no one could ever fathom. Trent, wise up and just don’t show up. Scream, I hope you enjoy the beating Spackle and I will give you. See you puss bitches at Blitz!

*NIN takes a gulp of drink as the scene fades to black. *


[glow=green,2,300]

A very Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

[/glow]

[soulreaper]

_the j-man
Dollar Bill
Star Crunch
SoundScream and Trent

[Stare]

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