BLITZ! PREVIEW - March 12th - Locks March 16th

[Stare]

LIVE! from Cobos Arena (Detroit, Michigan)

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"Watching You Die" hits as the camera's begin to go crazy as they scan the arena nights after Genesis. The fans are lively for a show as no sooner than the fireworks stop, "U Got a Problem?" hits. The fans boo loudly as Smokey walks out. He is pacing very quickly with a huge smile as he stomps up the steps, walks along the apron, and finally enters. He is presented a microphone as he looks around the arena as the music cuts. The fans are booing loudly as Smokey begins to speak

Smokey: Ya know, people keep saying "Because I'm a black man!" is an overused phrase! But, last night, it seemed everyone wanted to play off that they were competing in an event called "Genesis"

The crowd cheers the mention of the event loudly as Smokey continues

Smokey: I heard the same phrase over and over. "Genesis is the beginning of my era". I watched the matches. I watched some new guy who isn't worth remembering force another guy into retirement who also isn't important enough to remember! I watch some "what's his name" GM be man-handled by some gorilla looking motherf *beep*.

The crowd cheers loudly as an "Acid" chant goes up. Smokey looks around

Smokey: Man! I know that's how you guys roll in Detroit, but can't you wait til after the show!?

The audience laughs a bit as Smokey continues

Smokey: There were also two other matches that contained 4 people a-piece, but I don't remember their names either. Then, there was the main event where Cactus was defeated by the World Champion, Soundscream!

There is a loud cheer for the World Champ as Smokey looks around nodding

Smokey: That's right, you see, I remembered the names of the men in that match, cause _the j-man has them etched in his mind. Don't think that just because he was screwed out of the World Title in the Blitz! Breakdown match that he has forgotten about the World Title completely! But, there was one more match. Another match where _the j-man proved that no matter the color of your skin, he can still kick your ass!

The crowd boo's as Smokey continues

Smokey: He took some Papa Shango wannabe honky and a fellow brotha to the limit, and because he is THE BEST, he walked out with some gold, beliedat! But, without further adue, please light your joints and smoke those blunt's dry, here is your NEW Fanatic Champion . . . _the j-man!

"U Got a Problem" hits as _the j-man walks out to a massive reception of boos. He has the belt in his hand as he drags it along the ground with him. He reaches the ring and tosses the belt in. He pulls himself up on the apron and steps in, bending down to pick up his belt. He approaches a corner and steps to the middle turnbuckle, looking around the audience. He jumps down and walks over to Smokey as his music cuts

Smokey: Now first thing's first playa! How does it feel to be holding that belt!?

_the j-man It feels good to finally be holding a belt. I know that seeing me with gold is the Board's worst nightmare, cause that's the last thing they want to see is a black man with a belt! Especially one who is in a legal battle with them! But they betta start waking the fuck up, cause this isn't the last piece of hardware they'll see in my possession!

Smokey: That's right bitches and bitchettes! He's talking about them gold rolox's you be sporting! Those bitches be ours!

Smokey smiles as _the j-man looks at him

_the j-man In the words of the brotha on TNT that WISHES he was as good as me . . . naw nigga!

The crowd cheers wildly as _the j-man cocks a smirk

_the j-man: I'm talking about the International Title & The World Title. You see, I had the aspiration of just going straight for the World, and being the top playa in the company, but after I thought about it, why have just one when I'm perfectly capable of having all three!?

Smokey: You damn right! Now, onto other things, how did it feel to finally shut up SoL!?

The crowd boos until they start an "SoL" chant. _the j-man smirks at them as he starts

_the j-man: I'll never understand why you people want to cheer a choke artist. I mean, the brotha has had shots after shots at earning gold here. He was in a triple threat match for two belts, and was the ONLY person who didnt walk out with gold. He talked his trash, and I shut his mouth, end of the damn story!

"Down Rodeo" hits as the crowd jumps to it's feet as _the j-man and Smokey both swiftly turn towards the entrance way. SoL walks out at a quick pace with a mic in hand as he stays near the entranceway, looking in the ring. His music cuts as the fans begin to chant for him

SoL: . . . blah blah blah blah BLAH! I have listened to your mouth for the past month, and if you're annoying these people half as much as you're annoying me, we'll be playing shows for empty arena's in no time! I mean, you come out here and run your mouth about how great you are, and how you're so much better than The New Breed! Well, I hate to break it to you J . . . but you suck, bitch!

The fans cheer as a "J-man sucks!" chant starts up. _the j-man swiftly looks at all the fans as SoL continues

SoL: You see, I know it, these people know it, the fans watching at home know it, and The Board of Directors know it! That's why you couldn't get a title shot!

_the j-man cuts SoL off

_the j-man: Woah! Naw naw, everyone in this arena knows the reason that I didn't get a title shot. But, do you know why SoL? . . .

_the j-man pauses briefly as some of the audience goes ahead and finishes his phrase

_the j-man CAUSE I'M A BLACK MAN!

The audience cheers the phrase as SoL scratches his chin

SoL: Hold on . . . you just got done running me down for "choking" on so many title shots. But, wait a minute!?

SoL looks at his arm

SoL: It appears that I too AM A BLACK MAN!

the audience cheers as _the j-man looks on

SoL: You see, it's real simple, J. The Board takes stock in The New Breed. They know where the money and talent is. That's why the only reason you got a title shot was cause you won some online poll. Of course, we all know that Smokey was on a computer 24/7, continually voting you in . . . except for the brief moments in the day when he was checking out gay porn.

The audience cheers as Smokey kicks the bottom rope and begins to throw a fit. He grabs _the j-man's mic

Smokey: Everyone in this arena knows that Smokey doesn't smoke the pole. Smokey loves titties! I'm the king of titties! In fact, along with African, I'm pretty sure I'm half titty! But, you want to run your mouth again, SoL? Why don't you try coming to the ring! _the j-man will gladly kick your ass AGAIN!

The audience cheers as _the j-man questions Smokey. SoL smiles and drops his mic and rolls up his sleeves as he begins to walk down. He steps up onto the apron as the audience is cheering wildly. Suddenly, Zeroin begins to flicker as Barry Bryant appears on the screen as the fans boo loudly as he starts talking

Barry Bryant: Hey! Hey! SoL, don't you DARE step into that ring! I don't think you want to ruin the match you'll have tonight!

SoL looks on as he jumps off the apron

Barry Bryant: First off, being in a hospital, I've had plenty of time to brainstorm on things, and I've come up with an idea that will overshadow any idea that I previously came up with. You see, Sole Survivor is just around the corner, and as well all know, that will include The Chamber Match to determine the #1 contender for a title shot of his choosing at WrestleFever 3. Well, I thought this over, and I just got off the phone with Mary Lindsay herself. This year, the Chamber match is going to be interpromotional!

The audience cheers like crazy as Barry looks on, still angry

Barry Bryant: That's right! 5 guys from Blitz!, 5 guys from TNT. You will have a number between 1 and 10, and you will enter the chamber at your number. You can be eliminated by submission or pinfall. But, what does this have to do with tonight? Well, I'm not going to just give those spots away! Tonight, we will have qualifying matches to determine which Blitz! stars will get one of those 5 spots in the chamber!

The audience again cheers as Barry continues

Barry Bryant: First up, I was approached by a man last night who still had some unfinished business with a certain #1 contender. You see, Trent Acid was struck in the back with a chairshot weeks ago by Cactus, so tonight, those two men will face off. The winner will get a spot in the chamber!

The audience cheers as an "Acid" chant goes up once again

Barry Bryant: Also, I believe that there has been a rematch that has practically been demanded by the fans and the participants in this match for almost a month. So tonight, we will see a rematch that will put "The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy defending his title against . . . Soul Reaper!

The audience boos the mention of Soul Reaper's name as Barry smiles and continues

Barry Bryant: And to insure that there are not any interferences, therefore no excuses, this time around, this match will take place in a steel cage!

The audience again cheers as Barry appears to be on a roll

Barry Bryant: The winner of that match will also advance to the chamber. Also, I want it to be known that Winners are rewarded, so tonight, we will also see a singles match between two winners from last nights. "The Chosen One" Ecos will go one-on-one with Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill for a spot in the chamber!

The audience slightly cheers the match as Barry smiles into the camera

Barry Bryant: And that brings me to you two! SoL . . . J . . . I'm sick and tired of listening to your two bitch at each other. In fact, I think everyone is tired of it. But, you know what? We're going to settle the score here tonight. But, you guys won't be fighting each other . . . no no . . . you guys are going to have to work together!

Barry Bryant takes a brief moment

Barry Bryant: That's right, on one side of the ring, you'll have SoL & _the j-man, and on the other side, you'll have . . . Spackle & Stare!

The audience explodes as SoL looks back at _the j-man, who is furious

Barry Bryant: The winning team's members will take up the final two spots in the chamber match. So, SoL, you want that World Title shot that you've always wanted? J, you want to prove that you can hold the gold that you claim you can? Both of you are going to have to find a way to co-exist tonight!

_the j-man still appears very unhappy as SoL looks back at J still

Barry Bryant: Only on Blitz! will you find action like this, and do you know why . . .

Barry pauses

Barry Bryant: CAUSE I'M AN IDEA MAN!

Barry laughs as J's eyes widen as "Energy" hits as we begin to go to our first break of the evening as SoL begins to walk to the back to get ready for his match

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Wow! What a night it's going to be on Blitz! Barry Bryant appeared to be in a foul mood tonight, and understandably so after what happened to him in Genesis's Main Event. Speaking of that, Cactus is in attendance tonight, and Soundscream is expected to be. What will both of these men have to say about each other and their match after the hellacious battle last night?

Also, we witness one of the most shocking heel turns ever last night as Chilly Willy turned on Vegeta, and the fans, and then informed Vegeta that he was fired. We will hopefully get the answers as to why Chilly did this tonight, and also get his opinion on Vegeta showing up on TNT just days after Genesis, which was another shocker. NIN Horror and Spackle were certainly impressive in that match.

Speaking of NIN, he has already been named the #1 contender for the World Title. It should me made Official here tonight by Stare himself. NIN has been waiting to cash in his title shot for a while, and it appears he'll finally get his shot.

All this and more, tonight on Blitz!

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TONIGHT'S CARD

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SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
"The Chosen One" Ecos
vs.
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
Cactus
vs.
Trent Acid

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING TAG MATCH
Spackle & Stare
vs.
SoL & _the j-man

MAIN EVENT
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING STEEL CAGE MATCH[/size]
"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy
vs.
Soul Reaper[/b]

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Thursday, March 16th @ 10 pm (EST)

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[The Great JT]

Bishop
Cactus
Stare/Spackle
Reaper

[Stare]

Ecos
Trent
Spackle & Stare
Soul Reaper

I'm going to have to see some promos before deciding on some stuff. Promo coming soon . . .

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Bishop
Cactus
Stare/Spackle
Chilly Willy

Promo to come soon.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy’s Promo


The door to Chilly Willy’s locker room is open. The fans boo wildly as Chilly Willy is talking to Richard Summers.

Chilly Willy: Okay. I am fucked. I am fucking fucked! What the hell can I do now? Reaper is a maniac. He can’t lose now especially when he wants his title back. What the hell do you think I can do!?

Richard has a smart look on his face. He coughs loudly before he speaks.

Richard: Okay. What you need to do is to stay calm. Soldiers going into battle are always cool and calm. The moment they start to panic is their downfall. You also need to win at all costs. You need to understand that with this Soul Reaper guy, he is no pushover. He is the most dominate and successful superstar in P2PW. He can walk all over you if you don’t listen to me.

Chilly Willy: So I need to basically cheat when I am in trouble? That is fine by me because a win is a win in my books. What do you have planned?

Richard pauses before he speaks to hear the audience. They are still booing.

Richard: The first thing you need to do is to always be one step ahead of him. He will probably lunge right towards you. When he does that, you can just roll out of the way and sneak attack him. Never ever make the first move. Let him advance first.

Chilly Willy: Got it.

Chilly starts patting his belt as he faintly smiles.

Richard: This last piece of info I have is crucial. You must and I repeat, you must not let Soul Reaper go for the cage or a pinfall. If you are down. Just keep trying to get up. This title and a chance at the World title is far greater than any amount of physical pain. I know you have the willpower and I know you can win. I have to go now but please come out of this the victor. Make me proud.

The fans are now chanting “You suck” and “Assssshooole”. Richard leaves as Chilly breathes heavily. He turns around and tosses his belt onto the couch. He looks at the mirror and notices the camera.

Chilly Willy: I guess you want to know what I think about my match tonight. Well I will tell you what I think. This match is going to set the stage for both men. If Reaper wins, he will get the title back and he will go on to get a spot in the chamber match. Knowing him. He will win that match. But if I win, I keep my title and get that same opportunity. Every time I go in public, people tell me that I had no chance. I shouldn’t have won if it wasn’t for Soundscream. I am sick and tired of being labeled as a jobber. All I ever wanted to do was to become World Champion. Now I am stuck in a steel cage match with someone that wants to kill me. I have had enough of this. From now on. I am only out there for myself. Fuck everyone else and most definitely fuck the American fans. They turned their backs on me so guess what? I will never ever be there for you!

The fans are now almost riotous. Chilly just smiles and turns to face the camera. There is a Canadian flag above the mirror. The leather couch looks like new and Chilly Willy has a poster that says “30 reasons why to be Canadian”

Chilly Willy: See that? I can control you guys too easily. You know now that I think about it. I can beat Soul Reaper. All I hear from him is whining and bitching about how the title was stolen from him. He is just so wrapped up in his own little ego that he underestimates everyone. One thing you don’t do is underestimate the Canadian Icon. Sure I have never been in a cage match before. But that is only my advantage. All I have to do is knock him down and then head for the door. Poor little Reaper thinks he has my number. Well I have a death warrant signed for one Soul Reaper. Tonight. Reaper will be finally be out of my head and I can move on. Ladies and gentleman. You will witness the burial of Reaper’s career courtesy of the very best International Champion. Chilly Willy!

Chilly Willy Walks away and closes the door behind him. He walks toward the vending machine and gets the usual water bottle. He pours it in his hair and drinks some of it. He walks toward the catering area. He enters through the doorway and looks around the room. The scent of fresh food and desserts fill the whole room. Chilly Willy finds a notebook on a chair and takes it. He walks back to the hallway and leans toward the cement wall. He opens the notebook which appears to be from ages ago. He nods as he reads. He looks back up at the camera and begins to speak.

Chilly Willy: Do you want to know what this is? This is Richard's notebook. It is full of tactics and secrets to fighting. With this, I know Reaper's one and only weakness. Tonight, I can prove that Reaper is all bark because with this. I can't lose. It is just foolproof. Just wait and see how smart I can be.

Chilly Willy closes the notebook and holds it close to his title. He walks calmly away with a huse smirk on his face. It looks like Reaper may have a touch match ahead of him

THE END.

[Faster Pussycat!]

Bishop
Trent
Stare/Spackle
Chilly

[Spackle]

Ecos
Trent
Spackle & Stare
Chilly

Votes all good.

[Trent Matsunoshin]

This is regular show?? tose are all PPV matches. The buyrate would go through the roof!

TONIGHT'S CARD

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
Trent Acid

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING TAG MATCH
Spackle & Stare

MAIN EVENT
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING STEEL CAGE MATCH
Soul Reaper

[Cactus]

Bishop

Cactus

SoL & J

Chilly Willy

promo cometh

[eCo]

Just Close Your Eyes hits right before the crowd boos loudly. Ecos walks down to the ring wearing his usual off ring attire, except there is a “Jesus Who” golden text on the back of his sports coat. He slowly makes it to the ring, and once he is in the center of the ring with a microphone the music fades out.

Ecos: Did I not tell you it would be the end of that worthless nobody? What’s his name again?? Oh Stevie Boy.

A few people in the crowd cheer

Ecos: Since that it was the Genesis of my holy cleansing of Blitz *the crowd boos loud* there is obviously some opposition. Right after the match, another overconfident big guy was in my face. This time, he seemed that he was somewhat talented and intimidating. However, there was one obvious flaw he had.

Ecos then takes a book out from his coat, the book was a black hard cover book with the Ecosian Cross on it.

Ecos: I’m not saying Dollar Bill is just another big guy who’s a waste of space, his flaw is that he worships a false figure. DB, Jesus is false; if you want to believe in Jesus, might as well believe in Dragons, Fairies, and magic. Actually, you even might as well believe that you have a shot at defeating me tonight. Dollar Bill, you’re just like every other Christian I see, you all live in your own delusional world. If you want reality, THIS IS REALITY!

Ecos then points at his book he is holding, while some of the crowd laughs, the rest start to boo again

Ecos: Here is the Holy Ecosian Chronicles! It holds the true meaning of why are we here, and how the world got created, and for all of you blue collared morons out there, even you will find it easy to read, because most of the pages are actually pictures. Dollar Bill, after the night is over, I will offer you a holy position in my Holy Crusade. Here is one thing to think about DB, in my religion, it is ok if you're a pimp. So if you do choose my way of faith, you won’t have to be such a hypocrite.

As for Jesus, you said how Jesus died for our sins, however, I also found that to be false, because I actually saw Jesus today! In fact he is right here in this arena. *most of the crowd begans to go silent* Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Jesus!!!!!!!

Doink’s music begins hit, and a midget dressed as Jesus walks down to the ramp. The camera then centers in the crowd as a Father force his son out of the arena. Then the camera centers around a woman covering her mouth in shock. The camera then centers at Ecos who is seen laughing as the midget makes his way into the ring. The crowd then develops a loud chorus of boos.

Ecos: *chuckles* So... JC, if you are our savior and all. Where were you when the Black Death went through Europe, or when the Nazis were killing all these people in Europe?

The midget then gives a humorous “I don’t know” gesture

Ecos: Oh! Here is another question for you, who do you think deserves to have the name “crucifixion” to their finishing move? And who’s Crucifixion do you prefer?

The midget then points at Ecos

Ecos:*smiles* Oh, so you prefer my crucifixion, well wait no longer!

The midget then has a confused look right before Ecos drops his book, and kicks the midget down. While Ecos has the microphone in his hand, he then manages to put the midget in the Crucifixion. While most of the crowd boos even louder, some of the crowd screams, while a camera centers on a kid in the crowd who stares in shock

Ecos: Midgets aren’t fit to be in Blitz, let alone, in my Holy Crusade! Dollar Bill!! I’m doing this to prove a point, whether you’re a big guy or a small guy, if you oppose me, you will feel the pain of my crucifixion!

Ecos then releases the hold, as EMTS walk rush to the midget. Ecos stares at the midget with the microphone still in his hand. As the Crowd begins to boo louder than ever

Ecos: Dollar Bill, before the match, just Cherish your time, because our little friend here won’t be the last person to be sent away by EMTS tonight. When I put you in my Crucifixion, yeah the REAL Crucifixion, you will be left with two options, either you confess that I am your true savior, or you will CHOOSE to fell my wraith.

[eCo]

Voting:

Ecos

Cactus

Spackle and Stare

Soul Reaper

[Trent Matsunoshin]

PROMO

Scene opens with a shot of dimly lit housing projects, it's a cold, breezy night, and a light coat of snow covers the ground, the screen projects in black and white.

Scene fades out.

Scene fades in with a shot of a deep stairwell, looking downward into the darkness. The walls are dirty, and empty beer bottles line one side. The only light flickers, as it struggles with the pitch black darkness that the stairwell fades into.

Scene fades out.

Scene opens with a message, tagged on a dimly lit, dirty wall. "I try to have a dream, threw it away loading magazines." The camera scrolls onward to another message, "Dear God, I wonder can you save me." a pipe lining the ceiling leaks down on the wall and to a drainage ditch on the ground. A ruffling is heard as an old homeless man straggles by, looking at the camera, his eyes piercing into it, he then starts hacking as he passes the camera.

Blackstar's 'Respiration' begins playing from a nearby housing tenement.

The camera scrolls by another graffiti scrawled message, "it's hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shaking what you believe in."

Scene fades out as the song keeps playing.

Scene opens in front of a door with a cracked window on it, light flickers past the door. Under the window reads another message, "I felt his spirit in the wind and new my friend was gone for good."

The song ends as someone in another nearby housing project plays Thelonius Monk's 'Round About Midnight' on a flat, dark mooded key with a saxophone. The signature keynotes are played as the scene once again fades.

Scene opens, and the camera is inside the room, the flickering light is over one of the chamber cells from the last Sole Survivor. The chamber door is broken, traces of someone's blood mark the chamber floor, and the side of the chamber has an indentation on it indicating that someone's head may have slammed into it.

Voice: I've been there before, Cactus.

Camera pans around, showing Trent, sitting atop a large, sliding window sill, looking outward. The saxophone player's silhouette can be seen in the distance, as 'Round About Midnight' continues to play. The screen goes into color. Snow begins to fall.

Trent: And I know what you've been through, the rivalry with Soul Reaper, the death of Kaos, dealing with the loss at Genesis to SoundScream, but none of it can prepare you for the chamber. When I first entered the match at the last Soul Survivor, never in my entire career had I seen what took place in that match. I've been on a scaffold before, in an exploding ring, hell I've even been in a Taipei deathmatch! I've been branded, shanked, electrocuted, thrown off Jumbotrons, burned, but never, NEVER, have I been in a more brutal match than being thrown in a ring with 9 other superstars, each with a an eye on the prize. Nothing can prepare you for that Cactus! Nothing, no matter what preparations I made for that, it was the toughest match I had ever participated in. Its the only match where you can be unstoppable, as I was that night, and still lose. I eliminated 4 people in that match that night, but none of them made me the last man standing in that ring. And, as brutal as that match was, I will go through it all again because I want to be the last man standing, I want my shot at the biggest prize of them all, and if I have to go through the whole roster to get it, I will Cactus.

The signature keynotes play again.

Trent: And the only person standing between me and the chamber, is you. The only thing worse than not surviving the Chamber, is not making it to the Chamber, Cactus. And tonight on Blitz!, in front of the whole world, I will eliminate you from the Chamber match even before the pay-per-view starts. Your chance at the world title will be lost tonight, and after tonight, I will conquer the Chamber, and be the World Heavyweight Champion at the conclusion of Wrestlefever 3.

Scene fades out to a shot of the World Heavyweight Title.

Trent: Eyes on the prize....

Scene fades as the signature keynotes from "'Round About Midnight' play on in the distance.

[_the j-man]

Ecos
Cactus
SoL & J-Man
Soul Reaper

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Ecos
Cactus
Spackle & Stare
Soul Reaper

[Scream]

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
"The Chosen One" Ecos
vs.
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill


SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
Cactus
vs.
Trent Acid

* Tough, tough but I think Cactus needs this win. I'd like to see both of you in that Chamber personally but guess only one can go.

SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING TAG MATCH
Spackle & Stare
vs.
SoL & _the j-man

* waiting on promos

MAIN EVENT
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SS CHAMBER QUALIFYING STEEL CAGE MATCH
"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy
vs.
Soul Reaper

* no offense chilly but I think you need the votes. But you def have balls calling out Big Bad Reaper

[Reaper]

We open to an emptied arena, where we see a ring, surrounded by a cage. The ground around the arena is a bit dirty, as it seems that a show has just concluded. Perhaps a house show. Different shots of the arena from different angles are cycled and we finally see sitting on top of the cage in a corner, Soul Reaper. Reaper seems to be in thought, but he occasionally looks up and glances around the arena. The camera starts to zoom in on him and he begins to speak.

"You know... I've been hearing it all for awhile now. I can see it in the eyes of the rookies around here, and I hear what the fans say about me if somebody asks. 'He's washed up, now. He used to be the man to beat...now he's just another guy trying to make it.' And to be honest, I think you people are worthless piles of shit. None of you could ever match up to the likes of me in any way, nobody that ever says that can match the things I've done in my career. Not a single person who has let anything like that slip past their lips...NONE... can honestly say that they've even come close to accomplishing what I've done. And yet, they run their mouthes far more often than they should. For example, a few of the guys from the 'other' show never have anything good to say about me and always want to fight me, but the real reason they do it, is because of who I am and what just having my name on the card will do for them. They know that I'm by far the biggest star this company has ever acquired. They know that even if they are in a match with me and they lose it will still boost their careers. Case in point, the current World champions on BOTH shows. Soundscream lost to me at WrestleFever and after that, it skyrocketed him into the championship. Ninja on the other hand has a losing record against me overall and since he's had programs with me, he's upped his game and became an even bigger star. The audacity of the people that smear my name is just outrageous really, its damn near unfounded and completely ignorant. I've done more in 2 months for this company than most people will be able to do in their careers and yet I'M the one getting looked down on.. . The funny thing is though, that out of all the people that disrespect me, none of them can say that they've beaten me straight up, one on one. Except my next opponent.. he has been the only one that can say that he beat me one on one. Now he'll never admit that Soundscream helped him, but ignorance is bliss sometimes."

Reaper swings one leg down and begins to kick the cage with his heel, he also begins looking more agitated and angry. The kicks get increasingly violent and then without warning, Reaper jumps down from the cage and into the ring, landing on his feet. The camera focuses on his face and we continue.

"CHILLY WILLY, that punk ass, faggy little Canadian piece of shit!! You take away a title that I quite literally tore a house apart to get..and aren't even man enough to admit the fact that you didn't take from me fair and square. You're too chicken shit to admit the fact that you NEEDED help to beat me. As a matter of fact, if memory serves me correctly, and trust me you little bitch, it does, I remember vividly that you were laying unconscious waiting for me to end the night for you. I mean usually the lady in distress, in this case YOU, tends to thank her knight in shining armor for helping vanquish the big bad guy. But what do you do? You go around saying how you beat me, how Chilly Willy took out Reaper. Canadian Icon this, Canadian Icon that... FUCK CANADA, CANADA SUCKS! The best thing to come out of Canada was hockey. You're people suck, your beer sucks, and you, my sorry ass wannabe icon, Suck. Honestly, had Scream not helped you beat me, do you think that you'd even be in consideration for employment with this company anymore? What had you done up till then? Not a goddamn thing. You were curtain jerking and hoping you could make a Superstar Sunday show just to get the minimum exposure. And now, all of a sudden, you're supposed to be some big hot shot?!?! I've seen more talent in a one legged man than I've seen in you. And that one legged man had more courage and honor than you will ever have, you piece of Canadian trash. Hell you should be thanking me that you get the opportunity to be in a match with me...in a main event. You're stock just went up 10 points by just having you across the ring from me. But will I get a thank you? No...WHEN I win, you're going to bitch and moan about it being an anti-Canadian conspiracy or some shit."[/color]

Reaper begins to pace around the ring, each step he gets more angry. Each step he takes he seems closer to exploding. but he walks to the door of the cage and looks out of it and into the camera.

"I seem to notice a pattern here though from you Willy. You faced me once before and you received help to get a win over me. And now, you've got some stupid little book and your butt buddy over there trying to give you tips on how to win again. Little do you realize that you, the Canadian army, the Mounties, and a Sasquatch couldn't take me out even if you all came at me at the same time. Chilly, face the facts kid, you got lucky that Scream showed up last time. You're nothing more than a rookie that had a lucky day, and now you've gotten cocky and decided that you can beat me again. The only problem for you though, little man, is that this time, me and you are in a cage. A cage that is locked to the outside world... its just you and me in the cage my little friend. So, your butt buddy won't be able to save you. Now this being your first cage match and all, so I can understand if you don't get that you're help won't be there for you, but now you must realize that I am at my best. One on One, nobody on the outside to screw with me, and the only way to win is to be the hardest hitter, the last one standing, the survivor. Thats been me my whole career, so I've grown quite accustomed to being the one to overcome my opponents and be the one walking away in the end. Ask Cactus...Ask the newly departed SteveTKO, ask Shane Montez, ask Rocky, and they will all tell you that once you've gotten my attention and are in a serious match situation with me... all the rules change. All the tapes you've watched to prepare for me suddenly mean nothing. All the scouting reports may as well be toilet paper, and the reason for this is simple.... nerves. I've been there and done that so many times that I feel nothing, but you...well this is your first go around in a cage, you're fresh fish on the cell block punk. You better trade in Richards book for a bible and start praying to god that you come out of this match still able to walk on your own. You're time has come to an end Chilly Willy, I'm glad you enjoyed your 15 minutes of fame, but unfortunately for you, its all over. I'm going to crush your whole world in that cage. But remember, you brought this all on yourself...."

Reaper opens the door to the cage and takes a step out of it and onto the ring steps just outside the door. He then looks at the camera.

"Chilly...once that cage is around the ring, and you're inside...Death is coming, and there is NO ESCAPE... see you soon...."

Reaper takes a few more steps out of the cage, and then slams the door shut as the camera stays locked and focused on the door to the cage. Reaper can be heard laughing in the distance as the camera slowly blurs out to black

[Reaper]

Ecos
Cactus
Sol & _the j-man
Soul Reaper

[Cactus]

The camera does a lazy slow turn across the rooftops of downtown Detroit. Amongst and the air conditioning vents, television aerials and the rest of detritus a lone figure sits. A full moon shows his silhouette, a dark shadow in an otherwise bright light. The camera zooms in to the bruised and cut face of Cactus, he appears in deep thought. He sighs audibly and begins to talk.

Cactus“Tonight the moon is full, that’s when wolves come out to play, and tonight I play with Trent Acid. I play with him for another shot at the world belt, see if I get in that chamber I will walk out the number 1 contender.

But I a getting ahead of myself, tonight Trent and I will go one on one for the first time in a singles match and I have waited since his first day here to get my hands on him. Lets go back in time, there I was fighting Shane Montaz on the ladder after kicking the ass of everyone else in the match. I was just about to reach for the belt, then what happened. BOMBS CAUSE EXTINTCION that’s what happened, you blew the fucking ring up and with it my chance at becoming the world champ, you son of a bitch.

At Genesis I lost to SoundScream and now I face you for my chance at another shot. You talk about the carnage what happened in the chamber last time. Son you have not seen anything yet, do you know what I am capable of?

They say that an animal is at its most dangerous when it is cornered, well tonight Trent you will see why.”

Cactus slips a cigarette out of the pack beside him, he cups his hand around his lighter to shield it from the wind we see his face is a mess, recent scar tissue on his forehead, fading bruises on his face, but a cold look in his eyes.

Cactus “Tonight Trent you will be the victim, there is an insatiable hunger in me for the world title, you are nothing more than a stepping stone.

Tonight I will show the world the old me, the man who has no regard for his opponents or himself, Trent if you have a brain in that big old noggin of yours you will walk to the ring, lay on your back, and let me cover you.

I am giving you this chance, if you come to the ring looking for a fight, you will get one. You will get the fight of your life, I am offering you a way out. I suggest you take it, I do not want to hurt you but I will end your life if I have to.”

Cactus jumps of the roof, the camera quickly zooms down from the ledge but all we see is the retreating form of Cactus heading down the fire escape, getting into his car and roaring off.

[_the j-man]

Tires are heard screeching before you can even see what is happening on camera. Suddenly the camera fades on to the scene of 120th St. and Compton Ave. Cars drive by and you can hear the muffles of a view voices. Then we hear a loud voice in the background, he's screaming at the top of his lungs and then we see the man, his name is none other than Smokey he's the trainer of one of the most controversial wrestlers in the business today, _the j-man!

He's wearing a black hooded sweater with the hood on, blue baggy jeans, black Jordan's, and some jewerly to go along with it. Smokey is seen in a nice business suit, with a grill in his mouth and corn-rows to make him look extra slick this evening. The two of them are a dynamic duo, Trainer & Student, Starsky & Hutch.

We hear Smokey yelling, "Over here!" As we watch the camera turn it's attention towards Smokey as _the j-man relaxes in the back leaned up against the wall smoking a blunt, his newly won P2PW Fanatic Championship around his waist. He doesn't seem too concerned with the situation going on at hand, as Smokey is then heard much clearer as the attention is fully on him.

Smokey:
Ladies and gentlemen of Blitz! Let me properly introduce myself, my name is Smokey, I am the trainer & manager of one of the greatest wrestlers to step into the squared circle. One of the most popular wrestlers of our time, I know many of you P2PWers know about him, he truly is a star, whenever he graces his presence in any federation he becomes the main ticket, the main event, the entire show! He's held more titles than you can imagine, he's been undefeated during his reigns, a loss hasn't been felt in his career for over 5 months now. He's one of the most charismatic athletes of our time. Ladies and gentlemen of P2PW, I give to you, the FANATIC CHAMPION... _THE J-MAN!!!

_the j-man finishes hitting his blunt, he throws it down to the ground as he steps on his firmly putting it out, we see a smile strike his face as Smokey backs up and _the j-man steps forward.

The camera picks up wounds that are clearly on his face and his body. He stares at the camera for a few moments as we get a glimpse of broken blood vessels in his eyes. He looks like he just been mugged. He then picks up a smile on his face.

What is going on through this man's head? Why does he look the way he does? No one in P2PW would understand, or would they? They're about to find out as we see _the j-man remove the hood from his sweater. He then begins to speak and let the world know what truly is going down.

_the j-man:
Why hello, it's good to be talking to people of P2PW. Quite a few of you actually know who I am, some of you have no clue. Why am I here? Well it's simple, I have a shot at becoming the World Heavyweight Champion in the ELIMINATION CHAMBER! Now I've gotten to the point where some beef needs to be settled between SoL and I. You see I'm standing on 120th Street and Compton Ave. This would be considered, my stomping grounds, this would be considered my turf, just like Blitz! Though a few days ago, I was competing across the world and after I was signing a contract for a Best of 5 series. A minute later, someone else came out, someone invaded my territory. You brought in some big-ass bitch negro who couldn't hold my jock if he faced me one on one to my face. You SoL just couldn't handle your lass. It was just like you SoL, being the pussy ass coward you are. You couldn't come back to P2PW by yourself, you couldn't come back to my Arena, because you know any given day I can beat your ass single handedly. I'm not some punk bitch, and you know that. You can talk all the smack you want and say how much of a sambo I really am. But you son of a bitch, I've main evented more shows they you could dream of, I've been a bigger superstar in my 8 years than you couldn't even fit into your skull!

_the j-man's heart raced, his thoughts were focused and he wasn't a happy man at the time. He was quite the opposite. He wanted revenge, he wanted blood, he wanted SoL's head. People were soon going to find out what truly a monster _the j-man can be and yet remain so calm while doing it.

_the j-man:
People want to know who I am, if I have what it takes? Considering the fact that I have no problem going into unknown federations to prove a point should tell you right now, I'm the real deal! I've been doing this for 8 years since 1998. It's about time that everything has come full circle, between Mr. SoL and myself. When I look at the area I'm in the hood that I proudly represent, I see fear, I see self-doubt, I see people lost and all I can think about at this very moment is what I'm going to do to Spackle & Stare. These two, one's a nut-case and the other is power-hungry and I don't like their odds coming up at BLITZ!

Smokey:
I can't wait to see them get their asses whooped!

_the j-man:
Stare, I've gotten to know you for almost a good year now and the one thing I noticed about you is that you love to have your balls rubbed the right way. You relish in the fact that people tell you you're great. But the minute someone questions you, the minute someone questions that you're not as good as you think you are. The shit hits the fan, you feel that you've been disrespected, you speak to people like no human being should speak to another, you are the ULTIMATE description of a worthless human being. You came into my locker-rooms, spewing your bullshit to friends of mind, and the minute someone said anything to you, I remember fondly you saying, "Don't ever speak my name!" You know what Stare, I'm here right now, because I'm not a person like yourself with his tail between his legs, I'm here speaking your name right now, I'm in your turf, where everyone is favoring you! You wouldn't come to my turf, a turf you're actually familiar with, because you don't have the balls. We're a lot a like, Stare. We've been at this for years, we're fan-favorites with certain groups of people, but we're also hated by certain groups of people. The difference between you and I is that when criticism comes my way, instead of bitching and moaning about how I'm getting screwed over, I make people change their minds. I try to prove a point, just like I'm trying to prove my point this week. Just like I'll prove to everyone as I continue to go undefeated in Singles Competition!

We watch as a 11-8 (from 118th St) gang members, they have similar blue colors, different jersey's but they all roll together as they walk past _the j-man. We see the group stare at him and Smokey for a good minute, they look them up and down towards the camera that is filming the whole situation.

_the j-man stands much straighter as he looks over at them being interrupted, he doesn't look too happy as he smirks saying, "You going to jump me too?"and it brings a smile to a few of their faces.

He waits a second, they look at _the j-man one more time, as one of the members say, "Yo, get Spackle & Stare real good." and they continue to walk past him. He laughs for a second, as he feels a form of comfort with those words and then Smokey, whose adrenline is running, who feels his man has been disrespected long enough and starts speaking again.

Smokey:
This man is a 4x FHT Undisputed Champion, a Former Undefeated GWX Hardcore Champion, the Last GWX World Heavyweight Champion, and the First ELITE World Heavyweight! He's the CURRENT Fanatic Champion! That's just a small list of accomplishments he's completed in his day! This is a man who has a lot of pride in what he does, he has enough pride to show up in Blitz! and take on Spackle & Stare with SoL being his tag team partner! _the j-man, he's wrestled in the same federation of P2PW with this idiots, right now _the j-man has yet to say the words, "I quit!" or be pinned. _the j-man is a true competitor, he fights to win. _the j-man fights and he bleeds this sport. I wouldn't have chosen any other competitor in the world after I saw this man wrestle a match. He is the man, he is what truly makes pro-wrestling a beautiful art-form to watch and to be a part of.

_the j-man:
So here we are, enough about the past, lets talk about the present, Mr. Spackle. Lets talk about in less than a week, you're going to suffer one of the most humiliating losses in your career and no, I'm not talking about you riding the back of "Captain Overrated" NIN Horror. This is about the battle of the Elite Competitors that when the four of us started debating it became heated. I heard what NIN Horror had to say, when I was cornered by you and him. It could've escalated into a brawl but by the end of that conversation it was simple, "I'm not such a bad guy. I seem pretty cool." if I remember correctly were the words I heard from that conversation. You see, people recognize talent when it graces them. They respect people who don't just fold over when they're trying their immature harassing game. Now it's come to the point from that conversation that I accepted this match-up. I sat back in London getting ready for a wrestling show, I made my reservations to take a visit to your neighborhood, the area you came from, myself, I come from Los Angeles, California. I come from Compton, where I see my people sleeping on the streets every night like it was a damn 3rd world country. When was the last you saw 200 people in sleeping bags without homes, without money, without cause right outside your window? You and I have both seen murders on the street, we've both dealt with that situation. I've become humble for that very reason.

As _the j-man spoke, he spoke with passion, he spoke true words that spoke to his heart. You could see it in his eyes, you could see how the wrestling business ignites the best of his competiviness. As Smokey stood there he felt the words in his head, he felt incredible as he smiled knowing this is the man he loves to manage.

Smokey:
WHAT HAS SPACKLE & STARE BECOME?! I'll tell you what Stare's become, a god damn baby! He's hasn't gotten older and wiser with the years, he's become a trick-ass-mark! Then Spackle he's a tag-team legend because he was carried with his home-boy, NIN Horror! _the j-man may give you respect, but you see I don't respect Uncle Tom's and believe me boy, that's exactly what you are! You hide behind bigger and better people, you don't know what it takes to be a true champion or a true leader. _the j-man is a born leader, _the j-man is born athlete, _the j-man is a natural! He's what makes this wrestling business work. And he'll carry his team to victory!

_the j-man moves Smokey away from the camera again and gives him an awkward look. Smokey than stops as you can obviously tell he was getting heated as more words started leaving his mouth. _the j-man looked back to the camera, a question was brought over his head.

_the j-man took a deep breath. He smiled again as he looked towards the camera a passion once again ignited him as we started to hear him speak again and he spoke with a deep tone in his voice.

_the j-man:
Sometimes I wondered in the last week when I was in my bed, why I even accepted this match. I'm coming into enemy territory, coming into a realm that is not mine, and I wondered, why even do this? Smokey told the odds are clearly against me. The fans will be against me. That this is almost a losing situation and you know what I thought when I came to answer that question, Stare? JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT. I'm the underdog, I'm a mystery, people don't know what to expect from me. Once the bell sounds, Spackle & Stare the gloves are off, the first thing I want to do to you is a lay a punch right into the jaw of your chin. I'm going to make sure that you're going to suffer, I'm going to bring everything I have in that ring. I'm here to prove a point, to SoL, and to you two. Losing is not an option in this match-up. I want to become the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I know you'll be prepared and I know you'll be watching this. Wrestling is in my blood, I live, breath and love every second of it. AND YOU KNOW WHY?!

Smokey:
It's a good one...

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

_the j-man walks away from the camera as Smokey smiles and says, "Oh no he didn't?!" then seen waving goodbye. It's his cocky demeanor as Smokey smiles at _the j-man and we see him return the smile.

He walks away from the camera to as the camera pans to follow Smokey & _the j-man as the two stand proud with each other as they look like a natural duo. We see the two walk off down Compton Ave. as the camera slowly fades out to black.

[Spackle]

(The scene opens on an abandoned dirt field. It is lit brightly, and junk- from pieces of scrap metal to tires to a dead deer carcass- is scattered across the vast grassless opening. It is late at night, as the sky is pitch black. Jack Kent walks out from behind the camera, and looks around. Suddenly, Spackle runs into the scene out of nowhere and clothe-lines Jack.. He stops and looks at the camera. He’s wearing his sunglasses, his dreads hanging around his face. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that says “My crabs are bigger then your crabs” in white letters on the front, a pair of baggy blue jeans, and some dirty white tennis shoes. He smiles at the camera as he catches his breath. He calms down a bit and walks over to a tire and lays in it, then looks up at the camera again.)

Spackle: You’re lucky I found you. They’re shutting off the light in about ten minutes; you would have been shit out of luck then.

(The camera pans over to the left, and looks up at a monstrous steel mill. It then turns back to Spackle. Jack gets up, and goes and sits on a piece of sheet metal lying on the ground next to Spackle.)

Jack: Jesus Spack. My throat is sore enough.

(Spackle looks at Jack with a confused face, then at the camera man, which shakes from left to right. Spackle shrugs and turns back to Jack.)

Jack: Why the hell did we have to come out here, anyway? I liked it better when we did this crap in a bar.

Spackle: Are you kidding? You’d drink half a beer, throw most of it up, and then run off to have sex with a hole in the ground.

Jack: Exactly! Sex with dirt is a lot less fun with no alcohol in me.

Spackle: Heh, gross. Also, what bar could give us this much atmosphere?

(Jack looks around.)

Jack: An empty one with a jukebox playing an old Country song?

Spackle: …shit.

Jack: Well, we’re already here. The sooner we get out, the sooner I can go ploughing.

Spackle: Ha! I get it!

Jack: Get what?

Spackle: …never mind. I mainly came out here to talk about Blitz, and the match I got.

Jack: Okay, and for our viewers, what would that match be?

Spackle: Me and Stare against Sol and J-man.

Jack: Stare! Right, I know him. How much head did you give to get a match with him? Is this why Ninny finally got a title shot?

(Spackle stares at Jack.)

Spackle: Shut up, Jack. Anyways, I’m going against J-man and Sol.

Jack: Never heard of them.

Spackle: Lucky you. I’ve heard about all the shit I can stomach from these two retards. They bitch back and forth over a worthless belt, yammering on, and neither realize that the arena has emptied out for a collective piss break. Now, I’ve wrestled J enough times to know that he’s nothing but a big ol’ sack of chicken shit with an irregular sized mouth, but one guy I’ve never had the privilege of meeting is Sol. I’ve watched a couple matches, and I’ve heard him yack on and on, and I’ve come to a conclusion: He’s a loud mouthed faggot. For someone who looks so far down on his partner , he certainly has a lot in common with J. Oh, but I forgot. He’s only a part time wrestler! Yeah, the man is a swinger! A Holly Wood big shot! He lives the life of a star… a star that blows some queer bartender pretending to be a movie producer. Sol, Holly Wood doesn’t want you, no doubt your parents didn’t want you, and Christ knows no one wants to see you on their TV. Go back to the LA back alleys, and let hobos dot your eyes in exchange for a can they told you was an Oscar. Go back to your Holly Wood hair dresser, or the garden hose in your Mother’s backyard. You know? I really don’t give a shit where you go, just so long as you come to Detroit, lose, and then fuck off, because I really don’t want to have to see your poser ass more than is absolutely necessary.

Jack: You certainly don’t like him considering you’ve never met him before.

Spackle: Oh, but your wrong! I see him every time I take a shit, every time I wipe his sticky face off my ass, and every time flush it down the toilet.

Jack: Gross.

Spackle: Speaking of sticky brown pieces of shit, lemme tell you about the j-man.

Jack: Do you have to?

Spackle: No, but some things need to be said. I’ve wrestled J twice now, and if you go by the records, we’re tied one to one. The records are bullshit, of course, but that’s beside the point. Like I said, I’ve wrestled him, and I’ve heard him bitch enough to know that the guy just loves being ritualistically raped by people. That’s the only explanation as to why he’d continue to run his mouth when he has absolutely nothing to back it up. He’s exactly like Sol, only instead of shooting too high and failing miserably, he shoots as low as he can, and gains minor success. And because of this, he thinks he’s entitled to something more than a weekly pittance and a kick in the pants. I have scabies burrowing into my dick that are less annoying then this guy. And he never shuts up about the black thing. Everyone fucking knows that management is racist, dumbass! And I’m starting to see why. If it keeps whiny cunts like you out of the main event, then more power to them. When it comes time to step on you on my rise to the top, I’ll show no mercy because of your skin. In the words of Project Pat “I’ll knock the black off yo’ ass”. Then what will you whine about?

Jack: That’s not very PC. I think only other black guys can say stuff like that.

Spackle: Yeah, but aren’t we all black when the lights go out?

Jack: …are you coming on to me?

(Spackle looks at Jack)

Jack: Cause I’d be cool with that.

Spackle: Yeah, well, you’re a fag. In fact, I believe Stare wants you to go meet him behind the arena.

Jack: Really? Are you sure?

Spackle: As sure as Sol and J use each others nut as shampoo.

(Jack hops up and runs off camera.)

Spackle: Good. Maybe a crackhead will eat him.

(Spackle looks at the camera.)

Spackle: Stare, since you’re funding this outfit, I’m sure you’re watching. Let me tell you this: I think you’re a corporate whore who’d fuck an electrical outlet to get a shot at a worthless piece of tin fastened to a strap of imitation leather. I don’t have a problem being your “pawn” because it‘s in my best interests. :I know you could give a shit what I think, but understand this: First I'll beat the Midnight express, with little help from you no doubt, then I'll go on to destroy you and whoever else makes it into the Sole Survivor deal. Then, I'll face my best friend or that Ninja retard at the this company’s biggest show for the most prestigious "title". I know you consider me nothing more than a pawn, and that’s fine for now. I'm getting paid. Maybe not as much as you, but enough to furnish my time share. I just came to wrestle, and if knocking these little shits around helps you, so be it. Though after we- excuse me, I- win, I'm going to rip your throat out in that cage or whatever gimmicky cluster fuck management throws me in.

(Spackle lifts himself out of the tire. As soon as he does, the lights go out. The camera stumbles around in the dark a bit, the only light the distant buildings, and suddenly a yelp is heard as Spackle starts yelling in the dark.)

Spackle: Fuck! I just stepped in a goddamn dead deer! Fuck!

(The tiny lights in the distant go black, as the camera goes black.)

[SoL]

bishop
cactus
sol & j man
reaper

promo coming soon...and when i say soon i mean RIGHT NOW!!!

[SoL]

SoL: I'm just going to go ahead and come out and say what i have to say. fuck the lights, fuck the cameras, fuck the fans, just a little real talk.

#1, spackle, i don't know you, i've never heard of you, don't know what you can do in the ring, but am i better than you? yep.

as far as i'm concerened you hold about as much clout with the professional wrestling world as the mvp of the beer softball league has with major league baseball...none at all.

i'm sure you were great in the developmentals. probably a stud in high school and i'm sure if i go to your house your momma probably has a shrine dedicated to her baby with a bunch of those plastic trophies and medals wrapped in gold plated aluminum foil. you probably have a bunch of newspaper clippings from your local fish wrap that talk about how big of man you were around town, and how you'd be the first to make it big out of moosonee. you probably look back and think, man, just years ago i was chopping wood for a living, now i'm a big time star.

but i have a little reality check for you spackle, you're not...what you see before you is the TRUE definition of a big time star.

i'm everything you want to be, handsome, young, and legendary. i didn't play grab ass in the developmental leagues like the rest of those posers in the dressing room, like my man kobe bryant i went straight to the pros!

now am i bringing this up just to rub it in and make myself look like a bigger man than you? yes...yes i am. but it's also to prove a point. spackle, before the match you'll probably have all types of jitters and butterflies. you're gonna call up all your family and friends and tell them, "hey, make sure you guys a check out blitz because i'm going to be in the ring with a bunch of stars...yep i've finally hit big time!" we'll probably have to hire a mop boy follow you behind to clean up all that nervous sweat! meanwhile myself, on the other end, will be cool, calm and collective like i always am, and by the end of the night you will learn how a real superstar handles his business in the ring. if i were you i wouldn't go inviting papa and the rest of your lumberjack cannucks to this party, because moosonee's favorite son is going to get taken to school, and it won't be pretty.

how rude of me, i haven't even1 properly introduced myself to you, my name is SoL and they call me THE NEW BREED!

i know your assigned partner knows me very well, floorstare.

floorstare, unlike your partner the pink haired paul bunyan i do know you very well, but it's not for anything good. floorstare the last time i was here you were on top of the world. you ran this joint, owned it, you were the world champ, you were on teh top of the mountain. but much like the dwellers of gen pop...that's general population for all you lames...you are afraid of success, you don't know how to handle being the man so you gave it all up for nothing. you quit just like a little bitch.

floorstare there is no doubt that you are talented. but sometimes people's talents take them places that their character can not handle. it really comes as no surprise, i mean you were born and bred from the bottom feeders and the losers of society, you really can't help it.

people like you, no matte what the circumstances, will always be the losers of this society floorstare...no matter the circumstances. you can give the winning lottery ticket to the biggest piece of trialer park trash and it still won't change who they really are, not classy, TRASHY. you can spread chocolate frosting on a pile of shit and that still won't make it a cake, it's still a pile of shit.

floorstare you may have these other posers in the lockerroom fooled, you may have the fans fooled, you may even have yourself fooled. you may actually believe your own crap, your little wrags to riches "you can do anything if you put your mind to it" story. makes for an inspiring afterschool special, but just like i told bunyan, I SKIPPED SCHOOL! i don't care how many little victories you earn, how impressive your past resume looks, in the end floorstare, you're still nothing more than a pile of shit. i'm not impressed with you or anything you've done, and at blitz i'm gonna bring you back to life and leave you flat on your back at the bottom end of my boot where you, and everyone else like you, belong!

oh, and to my "partner" j man. i don't think it's any surprise that i'm about as thrilled to be your partner as i would be if i was about to play two rounds of russian roulette with five bullets in the gun. nevertheless this is the hand i'm delt, and like a true professional i will make this thing work. but lets get make sure we're clear on a couple things sambo. you don't like me, and i DAMN sure don't like you. just because we're teaming up doesn't mean we're "homies." don't be trying to give me "five on the black hand side" don't be offering me a sip of your malt liquor, don't ask me if i want to go "kick it" with you and your hoes after the match because as soon as i land the one, two, three and advance us to the ss chamber, this partnership will be over, and as far as i'm concerned it will have never existed.

better yet just stay the hell out of my face and everything will be copestetic.

i'm done.

[Stare]

THE FIRST STEP

Zeroin flickers on as we see nothing but white. That white soon turns into white with some blurry black. It finally turns into an image that can be deciphered, as we see a piece of paper. We zoom out even further, as Stare comes into the frame, holding the piece of paper up. The crowd boos at the sight of the formal World Champion as he looks at the paper. He looks back at the camera as he begins to speak

Stare: I hold in my hand a contract signed by the Board of Directors. It is that same contract that I was issued on the premiere Blitz!, as it's own brand. When Mary Lindsay issued this to me on behalf of the Board of Directors, it was said that this piece of paper stated that I would NOT be receiving a rematch for MY World Title, and that I would NOT be getting another title shot, unless I won a contract that entitled me to a shot.

Stare looks at the camera as he continues to hold the paper in the same position

Stare: And that brings me to tonight. Tonight, I will be stepping in the ring for a chance to go to a match where a contract would be made available for a GUARANTEED title shot of my choosing at WrestleFever 3! I've been waiting for a chance like this to arise ever since WreslteFever 2 when I was cheated out of my World Title! And, believe me when I say, I will be making the most of this opportunity.

Stare looks on as he sits back on the edge of his desk

Stare: So, tonight, I will be teaming up with Spackle to take on the team of _the j-man & SoL. Now, it seems the critics have split on this one. You've got those that are saying that _the j-man & SoL won't last 5 minutes before being at each other's throat, you've got others that say this will quickly turn into a Four Way, since neither team can trust each other, and then you got those that think _the j-man & SoL will prevail. It seems that none of them think that I can beat _the j-man & SoL cleanly, on talent alone. It seems that none of them think that I will win this match, and move on to the chamber without something helping me out. Well, I'm here to simply . . . silence them!

Stare finishes dragging his hand across his throat as he looks on with intensity

Stare: Now, the reason I keep saying "I" and not "We" is because my partner tonight is nothing more than a drug using freak! The man has pink dreadlocks, and constantly seems to not know where he is, it is clear that he is on something! I will have to carry the team tonight, and Spackle can ride my coat tails into the chamber. And, then you have _the j-man & SoL, and I'm pretty sure they're on drugs too, because . . .well . . .

Stare looks both ways and then leans into the camera

Stare: . . . they're black.

Stare looks both ways again as the audience chuckles a bit. Stare looks on once again, as he continues

Stare: But, no matter the color of your skin, because tonight, there is NOTHING that will enable those two to gain a win over me! _the j-man & SoL are nothing! They are both nothing more than a flash in the pan. You've got _the j-man who is still trying to live off the fame of defeating Nation. But, J, I have to ask, who was right there in the ring with you, ensuring that Nation lost? Damn straight! It was yours truly! You used to be someone I had a certain amount of respect for, and then after the Blitz! Breakdown match, I realized that you were nothing more than a crybaby! It was all I could do to walk down the hallway without hearing Smokey and J's loud mouths complaining and whining and bitching and moaning, and then bitching some more!

Stare looks on as he cracks a smirk

Stare: And then we come to SoL! He has come and he has gone! When it comes to the P2PW, this man is in and out more than a tiny dick! And, tonight, I believe it will be the end of SoL, and do you know why? Cause once again, a title shot is on the line, and once again . . . SoL will choke! And we all know what happens after SoL chokes on a title shot, he cries all the way back to his Hollywood apartment, remains silent for 6 months, and then comes crawling back, acting as if he's the greatest thing around. SoL, you are a joke! You are a crybaby! And tonight, I will PROVE that you are nothing more than a sore loser!

Stare looks on at the camera

Stare: As for Spackle, he's just in . . .

A knock is heard as Stare looks at the door. He looks back at the camera and walks to the door. He opens it as we see Spackle. Spackle looks on for a minute before speaking

Spackle: I need to talk to you.

Stare steps aside as Spackle walks in

Spackle: I just want to make sure that we're on the same page tonight?

Stare: The same page? Bro, we're on the same line. SoL & _the j-man won't stand a chance. Tonight, I . . errm, I mean WE will tear them apart, and then I . . . errm, sorry, I mean WE will go on to the chamber match.

Spackle looks on at Stare

Spackle: And then WE . . .errm, I mean I will go on to become the Champ at WrestleFever 3! Hit me!

Spackle shoots a hand up looking for a high five as Stare looks on, as he begins to sarcastically laugh

Stare: You, you're going to be the champ? Heh, ummm, you know, I hate to tell you this Spackle, but you won't be winning the Chamber match.

Spackle shows a sign of disappointment as he looks back at Stare

Spackle: Aww damn it! Why!?

Stare: Well, because, I'm going to win that match.

Spackle smacks his head

Spackle: Damn it man! Are you serious!?

Stare: Sure am.

Spackle kicks the wall hard

Spackle: Man! I thought I was going to win that match!

Stare: Hey, don't worry about that, fact is, we're going to win tonight! You know why, cause we're a team!

Spackle: Damn right!

Spackle high fives Stare and smiles as he slams the door as Stare looks on with a slight smile, as he almost begins to laugh. Stare turns back to the camera

Stare:[/color] I think it's safe to say that tonight will be a handicapped match, cause I'm going to have to carry that retard the whole damn time!

Stare shakes his head as he looks into the camera

Stare: But, no worries, cause it's finally my time to get my contract for a guaranteed title shot, and there's nothing any Blitz! superstar, TNT superstar, or Board Member can do about it! It's fate!

Stare holds up the contract and looks at it with a smile. He holds it up, and rips it slowly down the middle. He holds the pieces out to his side and drops them

Stare: . . . it was useless anyways! It was only a matter of time before that World Title went back around the waist of it's rightful owner. Tonight, fate will happen! What is supposed to happen will come to be! Tonight, I will continue my journey back to my throne, where I will once again sit on top of this company! And, the funny thing about it is . . . There is NOTHING anyone can do to stop me! Fate . . . it's fate.

Stare walks away as the camera zooms in on one of the torn contract pieces on the floor as we fade out