BLITZ! PREVIEW 05/25/06 - Deadline: May 30th @ 8pm

[Stare]

Barry Bryant, the man in charge for the night, is seen walking backstage with extreme confidence. He passes Ecos in the hallway, who chuckles a bit. Barry stops and looks back at him as he quickly approaches him

Barry Bryant: I'm sorry, is something funny? Cause, I could've swore I heard you laugh?

Ecos: Your ears seem to be working there, Barry. As a matter of fact, something is funny. Last week, you getting Sound Off'd. That was funny!

Ecos continues chuckling as Barry snaps

Barry Bryant: You want to know what's funnier than that, Mr. Chosen one? The fact that you're heading into the Chamber match as the lowest rated person in the rankings! I mean, you don't have a chance! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you found a way to get eliminated before the match even began!

Ecos turns serious as he looks at Barry

Ecos: Is that so? Well, I got news for you there, Idea Man. Not only will I walk out with the "W", but I will go on to WrestleFever 3's Main Event, and I will defeat the Title-holder of my choosing.

Barry Bryant: Alright, why don't you prove it to me? Tonight, we're going to have a nice over-the-top-rope Triple Threat match! You will step into the ring with the other two chamber participants who dont' have matches tonight. It'll be Ecos vs. Spackle vs. Cactus, and the winner will get the last entry spot in the Chamber Match!

Barry smiles as Ecos looks on

Barry Bryant: It's going to be so much fun watching you give us a preview of what you're failure will look like at Sole Survivor!

Barry storms off as Ecos looks on, visibly angry

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LIVE FROM THE
YAKIMO VALLEY SUNDOME
WASHINGTON

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We go ringside as "Watching You Die" hits. The camera's pan the arena as the music is stopped abruptly as "Clown" hits. The audience sit back in questions as Trey "The Man" Spruance struts out. The audience begin to chant "Who is this guy?" as Trey shakes his head at the fans. He approaches the ring and enters it as the fans almost give off no reaction to him as he stands in the middle of the ring. He grabs a mic as the music fades out. The "Who is this guy?" starts up again as Trey looks pissed at the audience

Trey Spruance: Shut the fuck up! You know who the hell I am!

The audience boo as Trey looks on

Trey Spruance: I am the one, the only, and most importantly "The Man", Trey Spruance!

The audience looks on as Trey continues

Trey Spruance: And, so far, I've not proven that I am "The Man". In fact, if anything, you people probably think I am a joke. I mean, I've been here for two weeks, had two matches, and I've lost both of them. And do you know who's fault that is? It's mine.

Trey stands still for a moment as the audience almost remains silent

Trey Spruance: It was my fault that I had this place pegged as a joke! It was my fault that I thought the talent here was nothing more than people who couldn't get a job flipping burgers at McDonald's! I mean, this place actually has some decent talent, and my lack of being prepared for such a challenge cost me dearly. I was looking for a couple of easy paychecks, and I was going to jet this joint. But, count your lucky stars, because Trey Spruance has decided to stay!

The audience boo as Trey looks on with his arms out to his side

Trey Spruance: So, that's the way it's going to be, huh? You people aren't even going to give me a chance? I really don't care, and probably never will. You Washington fans are a waste of time anyways. But, onto what REALLY matters . . .

Trey looks at the camera

Trey Spruance: I want everyone in that locker room to listen up. You see, I wouldn't call myself "The Man" if it wasn't true, and tonight, I'm going to prove it. Now that I know p2p is the place for Trey to EARN his paycheck, he's going to do just that. Forget the past two weeks, they were a fluke! I am issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back! Anyone at all! Male! Female! Hermaphrodite! Dog! Cat! If you want to fight, you got a fight!

Trey looks on at the back for a moment and paces in the ring. He looks on irritated as he loses patience

Trey Spruance: Come on, I know there's got to be someone ba . . .

All of the sudden, "We Dont' Care Anymore" hits as the audience cheers as Evenflow walks out. He looks around the crowd with his hand over his eyes as he gets a pretty good pop. He has a mic in his hand as he speaks

Evenflow: You know, I was listening to you make your excuses back there, and it sickened me so much that I decided to accept your little challenge and come out here and shut you up for good! So, without wasting anymore time . . .

Evenflow begins to walk to the ring as an individual jumps over the barricade in wrestling gear and jumps into the ring, and begins to pound down on Trey Spruance. The Security quickly apprehends the man in wrestling tights as Evenflow stops on the outside. Trey rolls on his back, holding his face as we cut to a commercial break before the match starts as the crazed individual is hauled off through the audience

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TONIGHT'S CARD

***SINGLE MATCH***

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Trey "The Man" Spruance
vs.
Evenflow

***TRIPLE THREAT OVER-THE-TOP ROPE MATCH***
The Winner will enter the Sole Survivor Chamber Last[/u]
Cactus
vs.
Ecos
vs.
Spackle

***2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH***[/u]
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
Starcrunch & The Fizz

***MAIN EVENT***
TAG TEAM MATCH[/u][/size]
Soul Reaper & Stare
vs.
SoundScream & NIN Horror[/b]

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Tuesday, May 30th
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Remember, up until the point the thread is locked, you may vote and promo. The earliest I will lock it is 8pm.[/color][/b] [/center]

[Trent Matsunoshin]

TONIGHT'S CARD

***SINGLE MATCH***
Evenflow

***TRIPLE THREAT MATCH***
The Winner will enter the Sole Survivor Chamber Last
Spackle

***2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH***
Starcrunch & The Fizz

***MAIN EVENT***
TAG TEAM MATCH
Soul Reaper & Stare

[The Great JT]

TO-NITE'S CARD:

-Single Match-
EVENFLOW[/color] defeats Trey "The Man" Spruance"

-Triple Threat Match-
CACTUS[/color] defeats Spackle and Ecos for the victory.

-2-on-1 Handicap Match-
BISHOP PASTOR DEACON DOLLAR BILL[/b] defeats StarCrunch and The Fizz

-Main Event Tag Team Match-
SOUL REAPER & STARE defeat SoundScream & NIN Horror

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

Evenflow
Cactus
Starcrunch and myself
Soul Reaper and Stare

Promo coming soon and I am defently going to need help on this.

[_the j-man]

Evenflow
Ecos
Starcrunch & The Fizz
Soundscream & NIN Horror

[Trey Spruance]

Trey is sitting backstage holding an icepack to his forehead with one hand and inhaling deeply on a cigarette with the other.

Trey: Goddamm fuckin’ reject wrestlers. Who the hell do they think they are… I’m the dude… PWA Schizo superstar, one third of The Misfits and I’m reduced to a match with some punk who should be cleanin ma boots!

Evenflow walks into the lockeroom.

Trey: What you wanna go now or something heh? You think you can mess with the dude?

Evenflow: I’m just grabbing some stuff and getting out of here, don’t you worry, I’m ready to go anytime anywhere but at this moment in time I’ve got more important matters to attend to other than your low-life self. See you in the ring.

Evenflow exits while Trey leans forward, his dreads slowly slide down covering most of his face. Trey scratches his stubble and continues talking to the camera.

Trey: Hell, I’ve been here all of 2 weeks and already they know I’m degenerate. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t, boy, I was born a degenerate reprobate. But that aint gonna stop me. Jus’ ‘cause I can’t be fucked with society gettin’ on ma nerves don’t mean I don’t know when to step it up, I’m down with this place and I’m damm well ready to give as good as I get in the ring. Evenflow better be prepared for a rollercoaster-ride of a match ‘cause I aint goin’ out like no punk bitch you hear?

Trey takes out some tobacco and rolling papers and begins building a cigarette while continuing to talk to the camera.

Trey: I was born to kick ass Evenflow. If I believed in God anymore then hell, I’d say he’d put me here on this green earth to kick unrighteous men’s ass into shape. But fuck that. I’ll always be a sinner, always have been. When your raised by crack fiends you tend to pick up a few bad habits here and there heh heh. Fuck, I smoke too much marijuana as well, that’s probably against God or somethin’ somehow. Anythin’ vaguely fun is usually not allowed.

Trey lights the rolled cigarette and leans back.

Trey: Yeah. You know, this aint so bad. I could get used to this place after a while, besides everyone loses now ‘n’ ‘gain. Fuck it man. No more excuses for losin’, I’m just gonna go out there and win me this match. Evenflow your luck is about to end, ‘cause your gonna be dancing your last dance with the man, the dude, Spruance.

[evenflow]

Ecos
Starcrunch & The Fizz
Reaper and star

Promo to come

[hoc]

***SINGLE MATCH***
Evenflow

***TRIPLE THREAT MATCH***
The Winner will enter the Sole Survivor Chamber Last
Spackle

***2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH***
Starcrunch & The Fizz

***MAIN EVENT***
TAG TEAM MATCH
Soul Reaper & Stare

[Cactus]

Trey ( one last chance )

Cactus

Bishop

Scream an NiN

will promo this time

[Trey Spruance]

Trey Spruance
Cactus
StarCrunch and The Fizz
Soul Reaper & Stare

(Already done promo)

[Faster Pussycat!]

Evenflow

Spackle

Dollar

SoundScream & NIN Horror

[evenflow]

Scene opens up in the loading area of the p2pw arena, numerous crates can been seen all over the floor and stacked up as well. On a near by crate is a man sitting with his legs crossed, he has his hood up so it makes it even harder to tell who it is in this not very well lit loading area. The camera zooms into the man and it is still pretty difficult to tell who it is.....

The cameraman begins to talk quietly to himself....

Cameraman: Jeez how come i get all the worse jobs around here, walking around in the freezing cold stupid dark loading area, why m.......

He gets interupted.....

Voice:Sorry to be a bother dragging you down here fella, but i like to come down here before my matches, quite you know once all the unloading is done, i can just sit here, think about my match and chill to some music, don't worry i wont keep you long, I'm sure the free food needs to be eaten aye....

The very familiar voice reveals himself after he finishes speaking, he removes his hood from his face and it is the recently returned Evenflow....

Evenflow: As I'm sure you saw earlier tonight i accepted Trey Spruance's challenge for a match, the man is very talented, he was a tough challenge for my return to P2PW, but one thing happened to you Trey, one thing that no one has been able to rise from yet, the one thing Trey Spruance that when i hit in our match, you will be two down to me, the Hate Spike.....

Evenflow un crosses his legs and hangs them over the crate he is sat on, he brushes his hair out of his face and begins to talk again

Evenflow: You know Trey, every , mmm whats the word I'm looking for, lets just say every man in the history of the world who was wanted something has had one lethal tactic . The Roman Empire had ruthlessness and no mercy to wards their enemy, Christ had passion and love for his fellow man, Newton had is intelligence and Hitler had his hatred. For me its the Hate Spike, no one has yet to get up from when i hit that move and your just another long line of evidence Trey that supports my theory. Last week i was not so lucky, on that night JT Blade did indeed 'have my number' but I'm sure our paths will cross again in the near future....

Evenflow jumps off the crate...

Evenflow: Our first match Trey was a challenge, and I'm sure this match will be an even bigger challenge, i can see you want to make a name for yourself but i can tell you now, that will not happen at my expense. But just like our last match Trey, it will end with you flat on your back, with that dazed look in your eyes after i drill you head first into the mat.

Evenflow walks around for a bit, with the camera following him trying to find a new place to sit it would seem. He finds a near by forklift truck and sits on the back of it and begins to speak again....

Evenflow: After my loss to Blade last week, i realized something, i knew why i lost. Its because i have begun to care, and i don't mean about the fans, i appreciate all my fans and they are the reason i have come back to P2PW, but i mean i have actually begun to care about peoples opinions of me. My performance against Blade was not my best because all i had on my mind was, 'ooh the guys don't like me, will i ever fit in' and then after the match i asked myself, when have i ever fit in.

Evenflow crosses his legs on the forklift

Evenflow: I mean a prime example is me sitting out here ha, but seriously in my two matches back here, i have had that on my mind but now i have realized that I don't actually care if no one likes me, i will be again, the performer i used to be and Trey, you will be the first witness the return of the real Evenflow.

Evenflow smiles at the camera and walks off, ending the scene.

[Scream]

TONIGHT'S CARD

***SINGLE MATCH***
Trey "The Man" Spruance
vs.
Evenflow

***TRIPLE THREAT MATCH***
The Winner will enter the Sole Survivor Chamber Last
Cactus
vs.
Ecos
vs.
Spackle

***2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH***
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
Starcrunch & The Fizz

***MAIN EVENT***
TAG TEAM MATCH
Soul Reaper & Stare
vs.
SoundScream & NIN Horror

[Stare]

AND SO IT BEGINS ...

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We are treated to viewing the inside of Stare's office. Barry Bryant is staring at his watch impatiently as he looks to be very nervous. The door swings open as Barry Bryant's eyes widen as Stare walks through. He is wearing a pair of Adidas striped pants and has a towel over his shoulders. Beads of sweat are flowing down his face as Barry speaks

Barry Bryant: Where the Hell have you been!?

Stare is taken back a bit as he opens his mouth to speak, but Barry cuts him off

Barry Bryant: I mean, here I am on one of the biggest nights of my life, and it's 15 minutes til show time, and you're just now walking in!?

Stare: Barry, I was just . . .

Barry Bryant: How am I supposed to run a successful show with a guy in the main event being late? I mean, you better wise up and show me . . .

Stare: HEY!

Stare shoots a hand up in Barry's face as Barry's lips immediately close. Stare looks a bit unnerved by Barry's comment as he speaks

Stare: Now, let me remind you who gave you the power that you have tonight! Let me remind you who will soon be announced as the owner, and your boss!

Barry nods along as he begins to whine

Barry Bryant: I know, it's just . . . well . . . where were you!?

Stare: I was just going for a short run to condition myself for the Main Event, which by the way, I'm not happy about.

Barry looks on at Stare as he walks over to his desk, opens a nearby cabinet, and pulls out a black t-shirt on a hanger

Barry Bryant: Why? You don't like your opponents? NIN and Scream will never get along!

Stare whips the towel off his neck and throws it in the locker

Stare: It's not just my opponents, Barry! I don't like my partner either! I mean, what were you thinking!?

Barry Bryant: Look, I just thought it would be a great idea to have every name from the Chamber in a match! I didn't think . . .

Stare: That's the problem with you, Barry! You don't think! If you want to be the General Manager of Blitz!, you better wise up. I mean, I would be perfectly fine teaming with Spackle, Ecos, or even Cactus, but I am NOT happy about having to team with Soul Reaper. Of all the people in this fed, there is no other man that I hate and despise more than him!

Barry Bryant: I'm sorry, but maybe you can reason with him?

Stare slides on a "P2PW Blitz!" t-shirt and looks at Barry dumbfounded

Stare: Reason with Soul Reaper? That might be the dumbest thing to come out of your mouth EVER! Get the Hell out of my office Barry!

Barry sees that Stare is serious, and obviously unnerved, so Barry nods and exits the door. The cameraman begins to follow Barry, but Stare reaches out and grabs him

Stare: Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going?

Stare drags the cameraman back into the room, and shuts the door to his office. He looks up at the camera

Stare: I have something I'd like to address, so sit tight.

The cameraman stays on Stare as he walks behind his desk, reaches in a nearby refrigerator, and pulls out a bottle of water. He walks back around his desk, loosening the lid as he walks. He twists it off, and stops in front of the camera and takes a drink. He lets out an "Aaahhhh", showing the his thirst has been quenched from the run. He looks back up at the camera and smiles, and sits the water down on his desk

Stare: I would just like to go ahead and say that I can not guarantee that tonight's Main Event will be a success. I left Barry in charge for tonight, and while it includes 4 of the biggest names on Blitz!, this is going to be anything else by a traditional wrestling match. For that, I apologize.

Stare grabs the bottle of water and takes another drink. He stops in mid-swallow, as if he has realized something. He begins to talk to himself

Stare: You know, actually, this might not be a bad thing. I mean, tonight, I will be in the ring with the World Champion & the #1 Contender. If I can somehow pin one of them, surely that would give me some lead way with The Board, and give The King a chance to return to HIS throne.

Stare smiles as he takes a drink. He looks back up at the camera, and is taken back a bit, like he forgot it was there. He swallows the water gulp hard and continues

Stare: You know what, I thought it over, and I'm not going to say what I planned on saying. You see, tonight, I get a chance to prove myself, and prove to everyone that I speak the truth! As I was saying, I will be in the ring with 3 other big names from Blitz!, and being that I can't trust a person that will be in that ring with me, I have something to prove.

Stare laughs as he sits the water bottle back down

Stare: You've got the #1 Contender for the World Title, NIN Horror. Personally, we've had our ups and downs, but his constant complaining about a title shot has killed any part of me that liked . . no no, TOLERATED him. You see, NIN Horror is that kid from school that hated the world. He's the kid that downed the facility, the faculty, and even his own friends. Why? Well, for no other reason than that he thinks he deserves better, and craves the attention. You know what, NIN? Maybe the facility, the faculty, and your friends deserved better than YOU!

Stare looks at the camera a moment with his finger pointed at it, then continues

Stare: Because, you see, it's the same with the P2PW. The Facility, the faculty, and the roster deserve a Champion they can be proud of, and that is DEFINITELY not you. I've seen the look in their eyes. They're thinking back one year ago, when I was on top of the world after beating Soul Reaper . . . CLEANLLLLYYYY! And they remember how the buy-rates were soaring through the roof, and they remember how the PPV caliber was going up, and it was all thanks to the man sitting on his throne, ME!

Stare smiles as he winks at the camera as the audience can be heard booing

Stare: All you people know it's the truth, and NIN, you know that you would be nothing more than a HUGE disappointment. FACT!

Stare takes another sip of water, and lays the bottle back down

Stare: And that brings me to the disappointment at hand, the paper champ himself, Scream!

The audience is heard cheering

Stare: There's not much to say or prove here. Soundscream, I've face you twice, I've beaten you twice, I have nothing more to prove to you. In fact, if you make it to Fever as the champion, you will be facing me, and it'll probably save you some embarrassment if you go ahead and just hand me the belt, capiche'?

The audience can be heard booing, as they are solidly behind Scream

Stare: But rest assured, should you decided to TRY and beat me one more time, you will be 3 and 0, and your spree of luck will be over. There's not much more I can say about you, just enjoy riding Lady Luck's coattails while you can!

Stare looks on angry as he takes another sip of water, and pours a bit over his head to try and cool himself down

Stare: And then there was one . . . the biggest shit stain of this fed, Soul Reaper!

The audience can be heard giving off a mixed reaction, with the boos aimed at Reaper, and the cheers aimed at Stare's dissatisfaction

Stare: I never thought I'd be saying this, but tonight, I will be teaming up with Soul Reaper. And Reaps, let me go ahead and lay it all down. If you do decide to make that huge mistake, and turn on me, I will NOT hesitate to stick by foot in your ass!

Stare looks at the camera with intensity as he continues

Stare: It's been a sick feud between us Reaper. You don't like me, and I fucking hate your guts, so let's just do each other a favor tonight, and stay out of each other's way for a half hour. In fact, let's make a pact based on something we're both interested in . . . Let's humiliate The World Champion, and more importantly, HURT HIM!

Stare looks at the camera

Stare: Because, believe me Reaper, just like Soundscream . . . you don't want to lose to me for a third time.

Stare begins laughing as he grabs the bottle of water and slings it into a nearby wall. He turns around, having done a quick 360 with the motion of throwing the bottle, and looks at the camera with intensity

Stare: Tonight is a night to prove myself, and to show the world that I spit the truth. And tonight, after the bell has rung and the tag team match has ended, there will definitely be two bodies laid out, but I wouldnt be a bit surprised to see 3 . . .

Stare smiles as he walks the cameraman to the door. He shoves him outside and grabs the door

Stare: Look into my eyes, because that is where you will see it! Tonight, the path back to the top begins! Justice is coming . . .

Stare slams the door in the cameraman's face, as the shot to the piece of equipment turns Zeroin to static

[Hercules]

The crowd at the Sundome sits quietly as Dollar Bill's theme song blares over the sound system. The crowd jeers Dollar Bill as he strolss down the ramp with two very ugly women. He stands in the middle of the ramp with a sly smirk on his face as he reveals a Washington Redskins football jersey and the crowd continues to boo him. As he makes his way to the ring, he begins to speak.

D.B: CHUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

The crowd continues to boo.

D.B.: What's up D.C.??!!! I'm glad to be here, Washington D.C., home of crackhead mayor, Marion Barry, and cokehead President George Bush, who's a personal friend of mine by the way.

As Dollar Bill continues his rambling, he is interrupted by one of the ugly hoes, she is whispering in his ear. D.B. looks confused.

D.B.: Whu....What you mean??? But they said we was in...... Are you sure?

Ugly hoe continues to whisper in his ear.

D.B.: Well, I have been bamboozled, what type of trickery is this, I thought we was in Washington D.C. I guess this is cause for a change of attire.

Dollar Bill rips off the Redskins jersey to reveal a Hines Ward Pittsburg Steelers jersey. The crowd really starts to boo Dollar Bill now.

D.B.: Aww, fuck ya'll. How do ya think I feel, I thought I was goin ta Washington D.C., home of Big Butt Hoes, but I end up in Washington State, home of the Brokeback bitches. That's why these broads look like this, we in the state of Washington. No wonder why Cobain killed himself.

The crowd really tears into Dollar Bill as he disses the state icon.

D.B.: Awwww C'mon, don't git mad at me, I bet he's in hell right now , thanking Satan that he doesn't have to spend another night in this God Forsaken place. In fact, I'm gonna be a good Christian and pray that the Lord stop ya'll suffering and just destroy this place in a blaze of fire & brimstone. That can't be half as bad as living in this horrible, pathetic, and totally unproductive state. I mean look at these hoes, this is the best ya'll have to offer. C'mere bitches.

As both females walk up to Dollar Bill, he reaches back and pimp slaps both of them.

D.B.: GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY...................... HOES!!!! But alas, all is not lost, for there is a blessing in all of this my brothas & sistas. Because tonight, I will be in the ring with two of the feisties broads in P2PW. StarCrunch & The Fizz. That's right the Lord has blessed me wit the ultimate menage-three. First there's Star, who's been playin hard to get for some time, this lil chick-a-dee has been flauntin that ass in front of me for a while now. But I've tapped that on numerous occasions and Star just loves her some Dollar Bill.

The crowd starts to chant "Liar" at Dollar Bill, he seems offended.

D.B.: Liar??!!!! Me??!!! I am a man of God, I cannot tell a lie. You wanna see the proof, fine. Show the pictures.

As the crowd looks to the screen, a picture of Dollar Bill smacking a thick black woman on her ass, where the face of the woman should be, a cut out of StarCrunch's face is taped in it's place.

D.B: Yeah, that's a picture of me & Star at the club last night.

Another picture flashes across the screen, in the photo Dollar Bill is laying on top of a naked fat white woman, once again a picture of Star's face is taped over the woman's face.

D.B.: See, see, that was me & Star this morning.

The last picture is an actual picture of StarCrunch huggin a muscular white man, with Dollar Bill's face taped over the man's face.

D.B.: I told ya'll, Star is my boo. As many times as me and her have tangoed, in the ring & in the bed, I've always ended up on top. And tonight will be no different, but just a lil more special. Another lil hooker will be joining us in this very ring. Another lil gutta snipe, that Yours truly holds an undefeated record against. Fizz, how many times have I planted your ass in the middle of this ring? I've just come to the conclusion that everytime that I lose a match, my very next match is with Fizz and BOOM!!! A winning streak occurs, so the Fizz is actually The Lord's gift to my record. It's kinda like The Fizz is my personal dog, well, bitch rather. So, from now on we will just call my bitch, Spot. Spot has never pinned me, or anybody else of importance for that matter, never made me submit, or has ever come close to beating me. But then again, neither has StarCrunch. And you damned people continue to cheer for them as if they have a chance in hell of beating me. Well, fine, boo me, hate me, lead me to the crucifix, just like they did my Jesus. And I will arise from the ashes and beat the hell outta both em and stand victorious in the middle of this ring as God strikes down & burn this den of iniquity you call Washington. Star, Spot give your souls to the Lord cause yo asses belong to me. Star, I love you boo.

As Dollar Bill blows imaginary kisses to StarCrunch in front of the camera, the crowd continues to show their hatred for Dollar Bill.


Evenflow
Spackle
Dollar Bill
Soundscream & nin Horror

[Stare]

NIN'S PROMO
He had probs logging in here, and posted this at Elite to be posted here.


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[glow=red,2,300]No one, not even you will remember if we were good men or bad, why we fought, or why we died…[/glow]



December…

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.

May…

*The scene cuts to an awaiting NIN Horror. He is sitting in a chair next to a table at a rooftop pool/bar club. The sun is hanging overhead as bikini clad girls walk around in the background. A lit cigarette hangs from NIN’s mouth as a bikini girl brings NIN a mixed drink. NIN is wearing gold Elvis sunglasses, ripped up faded blue jeans, and a turquoise Arabic Beatles t-shirt. NIN takes a hit, then takes a sip of the drink, sets the drink on the table, and then slides his glasses up on his hair, which is more dreaded than usual. NIN takes another drag then looks at the camera. *[/color]

NIN: Don’t you just love how time flies in this company? Ooh, here’s another thing I love about p2p, the way management just Loves to screw me over! First they fuck me around in filler matches for eight months, then they put off my World Title match for almost a year, and now they’re teaming me up with a guy I wouldn’t pay to not have killed. So now management really wants to wax their egos by teaming Big Bad NIN with his upcoming opponent SoundScream against two men who are looking to get a shot at soon-to-be My World Heavyweight Title. Now of all the matches I’ve had at the p2p this just might be the most interesting one. This is my second tag match with Scream, except last time we were opponents and the match was thrown out due to interference. This is also my second tag match with Stare and Soul Reaper, except last time I was teamed with Stare against Reaper and we Won that match through a DQ via interference. Now, I’m no big city detective, but I seam to notice a pattern going on. Ya see, when ever I get put in a big match management find a way to fuck it up, so I can’t get that big nice “W” in my record. First match, Me, Spackle, Stare vs. Reaper, Cactus, j-man, My team wins because Trent Acid runs in and attacks Stare, because they were ‘feuding’ at the time. Next match, Spackle and me vs. Trent and Scream, that match gets thrown out because of the interference of everyone and their mother. Then management tries to stick Spackle and me in some gobshite feud against two of those interferers, Chilly Willy and Vegeta. That must’ve been a pretty funny way of keeping me away from the title for a month, or at least until Genesis, when I effectively Destroyed Chilly and Vegeta, both of whom’s careers have gone down the crapper since. So then, five months after winning the title shot of My choice, Stare finally steps up and sets a date for my title match. That was about three months ago, I haven’t had a match since Genesis, and the first match Management puts me in is a match that is guaranteed to break into a pier six brawl. So why would Management dog me around to keep me away from the title, then put me in a hellish match the Week before my title match? Well I think you know why, and I just hope we don’t make any stops in Dallas any time soon.

*NIN makes a gunshot gesture with his hand and takes a sip of the mixed drink. *

NIN: So all that taken care of, why don’t I get to my opponents for the week. Let’s start with Soul Reaper. Mr. Reaper has some history involved with this match. Firstly there was that feud he had with my partner SoundScream, first they almost killed each other in a wild garbage match, which Reaper won by tossing Scream off a house or something. Reaper took Scream’s I-Title, but Scream came back to cost Reaper that belt to a JOBBER like Chilly Willy just like a week later. Bad History. So when Reaper got the chance to win the World Title again in the Blitz Breakdown My Friend Spackle eliminated Mr. Soul Reaper, if memory serves correct. That on top of the “L” Reaper has in his record next to my name, I’d say there’s some history there. And then there’s the whole point behind this match, Soul Reaper and Stare can’t stand each other. Now I’m not sure the Actual history there, but it’s my understanding that they just plain don’t like each other.

* NIN takes a drag of the cigarette and a sip of the drink. *

NIN: Reaper’s partner for this contest is someone that happens to be a member of the Gaggle of Magpies I call Management. Stare, our former GM, and maybe our next owner. Now Stare and I have a pretty positive history. There was that time when he rehired Spackle and me after Shinn’s fired us. Then there was that time when we teamed up and beat Reaper, Cactus, and j-man. And there was that time when Stare grew a set and actually put a date on my World Title match. But all that aside Stare is going to be competing in a match to earn a shot at the Belt that I am going to win that same night, so now Stare is just a target to me and taking him out would only make my life easier, especially if that num-nuts Barry Bryant takes over Blitz. But I won’t have to worry about any of that because when I win the World Title things are going to change. I’ll be calling the shots around town, Management will have to cater to me because the damage I can do to the belt is far greater than the damage I can do with it. I mean, wouldn’t that look so bad for Blitz? They draft The P2PW World Champion Nation, then he completely flakes out on them. Then they crown The Paper Champion SoundScream and he falls apart after one real title defense. Then, the man Management’s been holding down since day one wins the fragile title, and He sells it for 6,000 Cadbury Eggs. Oh that would be grand wouldn’t it?

*NIN laughs and takes a hit, then puts the cigarette out on the tale. *

NIN: So in my best estimate there will not be a tag match at Blitz. No, I suspect that we will try to get along, but we’ll all be brawling before Management can rub it’s greasy fingers together and laugh. It’s in my best interest to see Stare, Reaper, and my own partner SoundScream leave the arena on stretchers. I have nothing to gain from winning this tag match at Blitz, and I have nothing to lose from getting another No Contest on my record. So right now, just a stone’s throw away from Sole Survivor I couldn’t care less about some petty tag match, I couldn’t care less about Stare or reaper, and I only hope that SoundScream gets severely fucked up just before our match at the PPV. Hell, I’ll probably be the one that fucks him up. Why there might not even be a World Title Match, depending on how many security people there are at Blitz, and how willing they are to risk their lives getting in between me and Scream. There’s no telling how many people I can bring to the tag match with me to make sure that my Reign as World Champion starts very easily.

*NIN takes another sip of the drink and slides his sunglasses back onto his face. *

NIN: So in closing, what can I say about the upcoming tag match? Well I don’t like it, I don’t want to do it, and I want to kick Barry Bryant in the jaw for making it, but I’ll be there. Not to wrestle in no Tag Match, but to fight. Who? Probably everyone, My opponents, My partner, the ref, the timekeeper, a couple of jackass fans, you get the idea. This week’s Blitz will be something to remember, not for being a great show, not for it’s terrific wrestling matches, not for entertaining skits, but for the sheer violence I unleash on anyone and everyone that gets in the way of me and the True p2p World Title.

*NIN downs the rest of the drink, stands up, and walks away. The camera waits a second before it fades to black. *

[glow=red,2,300]Everyone wants to be a rock hero, I wanted to be the rock villain.[/glow]

[eCo]

In the back locker room Ecos is pacing back and forth in frustration over Bryant’s decisions

Ecos: Stupid Barry Bryant!!! He’s just scared of my utter most skill and is afraid of my new religious movement.

Ecos then knocks down a chair, after that he looks for something to throw across the room in anger. He looks around and finds nothing until he finds a plastic papermate pen and throws it against the wall. Kacey Garcia walks in right before he throws the pen

Kacey Garcia: Oh.. I’m sorry is this a bad time for an-

Ecos: It’s actually a perfect time for an interview to be honest. Right now I can express how furious I am over the fact that so many people fear not only my new religious movement, but also my uttermost skill in the ring. Serious take a look back at what I did in the past few weeks. I removed Stevie Boy from the Blitz roster, I intimidated Dollar Bill, and recently I am the #1 contender for the international title. Oh and who do I have to face for that title? A full grown man who thinks he’s some scary monster.

Kacey Garcia: So it is obvious that you are not satisfied with the idea man’s decision tonight.

Ecos: Idea Man? Barry Bryant’s not the Idea Man, he’s the…

Kacey Garcia: Well what?

Ecos: The Idiot Man!!! There I said it, I’m saying this to prove a point to both of you Bryant and Stare. Both of you are lucky that I support your administration and I am willing to wrestle for you and to cleanse Blitz to do you two a favor, but listen to this carefully. (Camera then centers around Ecos) I’m nothing like NIN or Spackle. I’m not some lackey that would just be loyal to you no matter what. You do not want to make an enemy out of me. Dollar Bill found that out the hard way. I am will to go far as it gets to prove my point that I am the biggest thing to happen to Blitz.(Ecos then speaks through his teeth in anger) Don’t cross me again Mr. Bryant!


The Camera then centers back to the normal angle
Kacey Garcia: Speaking of Spackle, you will be in a match against him along with Cactus. What is your strategy against these two individuals?

Ecos: Spackle is nothing more than some leech who constantly sucks up to Stare, and is an embarrassment. He would be easy to take out without Stare or NIN watching his back. It’s actually Cactus I’m worried about.

Kacey Garcia: and why is that so?

Ecos: First off he is 6’ 7” and he is a crazy sob. I can not deny that. He took out Trent Acid in a hardcore match and that alone is intimidating. But there is one thing I can not help but notice about Cactus. At Genesis, he had his chance to win the main prize, and he blew it! just how he blew it in the Rumble match for the P2PW World Championship. At a first glance he may be big, bad, and someone to be scared of, but if you pay attention he is clumsy, slow, and is perfect for my crucifixion. Cactus? Well Crapktus is more like it!

Kacey Garcia rolls her eyes, as Ecos notices it

Ecos: Oh! I’m sorry, am I not humorous enough? Then get out this interview is over! I have something final to say and I don’t need you looking at me as if I’m someone with a pineapple on my head.

Kacey Garcia leaves the room shacking her head, right before the camera centers around Ecos again

Ecos: Oh! And Spackle I haven’t forgotten about you either or the fact that this match is for the last entry in the Chamber match. I will win this match whether you two goons believe it or not. It’s not as if I really need to win, but tonight I just have to prove my point. Both of you may have the size advantage over me but I know how you two perform in the ring. I will use everything to my advantage, and NOTHING will stop me from winning that Chamber match.

[Scream]

GONE

“Well it looks like Bonds isn’t going to surpass Ruth on this at bat. A nasty curveball sets him down on strikes. A curveball will get you every time you just have to know it’s coming to connect.”

Scream is seen watching a TV monitor while waiting for a batting cage to open up outside the YAKIMO VALLEY SUNDOME, in Washington.

Scream

A curveball sounds right. I bet you feel like you have the upper hand Barry. What a pitch you have thrown and again my back is against the wall. You should have just made this a three on one handicap match because that’s pretty much what it is.

Scream grabs a baseball bat and begins stretching.

Scream

I’m walking into Blitz with a full count. The only thing I have on my side as Stare so bluntly pointed out is lady luck.

A man exits one of the batting cages and Scream takes his place.

Scream

Christ, Barry Bonds….Mr. Home Run couldn’t even get it done because of a curveball.

Scream steps up to the plate.

Scream

Reaper

The last time we met you tossed me off a house almost crippling me. A broken home match, yet another curve ball by the boys in charge.

The first pitch comes and Scream swings missing. The ball smashes into the backstop

And just like that night I whiffed. I struck out and you took my International Title. But my hatred for you made me stronger. I wouldn’t let you out of all people ruin my career. So I got stronger, I got better, and on my first night back in P2PW I won the World Title.

Another pitch comes in and Scream connects sending it over the right field wall.

Scream

Yeah, that was my homerun. I finally accomplished my main goal but I never got my deserved respect.

The next pitch whizzes by Scream and into the backstop.

Scream

Stare

Mr. King of Kings? Funny that you have crowned yourself already. Yeah, we’ve had our moments but it’s true…

Scream takes a strong swing and foul tips the ball

I haven’t beaten you yet. YET

Pitch comes in and Scream belts it. It is over the wall in left field….FOUL BALL

Scream

But Mr. King of Kings, you are in my radar and I guarantee you’ll get yours. I see the game you’re playing with Reaper. “Let’s hurt the Champ, Let’s hurt him.” Very smart. Convince Reaper to do a job that you could never do. Reaper tried hurting me, he really tried but in the end I have what you all want. Looks like I have your crown Mr. King of Kings, what are you going to do for it?

Scream

NIN

That leaves “NIN come poop.”

A wild pitch comes in tight backing Scream off the plate.

I’m ignorant? Did I hear you correctly? I like listening to your angry rants about society and how you think you have everyone pegged. You don’t know me; you think you have me down to a tee don’t you. But just when you think you know me I add a little twist….

Ball comes in and Scream blasts it off the wall in center field.

Hell, just ask Cactus. I wasn’t supposed to win that match I guess either. But like Stare, “The Burger King,” said I guess I’m just lucky. But tonight we have to team up and I know you hate losing as much as I do. So for one night only we have to be on the same page. We don't have to like each other but we have to kick Stare and Reaper's asses.

The television is again on outside the batting cages as people are gathered around.

TV Announcer 1

Looks like Bonds missed on another curveball bringing his count to 2 and 2.

TV Announcer 2

Might as well throw him another, he can’t find his groove today.

TV Announcer 1

Here it comes and Bonds hits it! It’s going yard, it’s gone. Looks like they went to the shed to many times.

TV Announcer 2

You can only throw a curveball too many times before you finally eye in on it and connect.

Scream eyes down the pitching machine.

Scream

Two outs, a full count and Scream is down by three. Again his back is against the wall. And the pitch….

A curveball clocked at 97 m.p.h. zooms down the middle of the plate. Scream eyes the ball and cocks back. He releases and smashes the ball into center field…….

It’s going, it’s going, it’s………..

[Mrs Fizz Allmendinger]

The Fizz is in the casino again on her own. She has lots of chips from playing blackjack and then she sees Kacey Garcia playing poker with 3 other people. She stops playing as Fizz sees her in sight.

The Fizz: Hi. Didn’t expect to see you here in the casino

Kacey Garcia: Nether did I.

The Fizz: You usually play poker here or do you play other games too

Kacey Garcia: Not really. I just play poker here. I don’t know how to play the others.

The Fizz: That’s alright. I just play Blackjack and Rolette wheel with my friend usually but she isn’t feeling well today so I came on my own instead tonight.

Kacey Garcia: I always go on my own. Do you want me to interview you now or what?

The Fizz: Do it now but first we have to find an empty room.

Kacey Garcia: OK

So The Fizz, Kacey Garcia and the cameraman go to find an empty room. Suddenly Kacey finds an empty room with lights. Fizz turns the lights on and then interview begins

Kacey Garcia: What do you think of your win last week against Trey Spruance meant to you?

The Fizz: It meant everything to me because I wanted to show these fans what The Fizz is all about in the ring. You see fans. You haven’t seen anything yet as I will use my finisher that I have yet to use on P2PW Blitz called The Fizz Pop.

Kacey Garcia: What does your finisher do then?

The Fizz: It is an RKO with a snapmare. I have won many matches and titles with that move and it is very deadly that I will hopefully use against Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill this week on Blitz.

Kacey Garcia: What do you think of the comments that Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill said to you earlier today.

The Fizz: You think that I am a dog. For your information you don’t know this but I have beaten male wrestlers twice the size of you before whether they were cruiserweights or heavyweights. I have still beaten them whether it was a pin fall or made them tap out because I showed them who’s the hero out of them and they said the same things before. I don’t think that will happen again. That was in the past that you defeated me now look into the future as either me or Starcrunch if she shows up will either pin you or make you tap out. This time things between you and me will change Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill like when you were busy getting your ass kicked by other male wrestlers in Blitz. I was taking some time off because I needed to rest and train a little bit more. Don’t you dear say that I am your dog again because I am going to use my finisher whether you want to be hit by it or not. You are my personal bitch.

Kacey Garcia: Do you think that Starcrunch will show up?

The Fizz: I doubt it. I can’t remember the last time she ever showed up for a match.

Kacey Garcia: When do you think that you will leave Blitz and go to TNT?

The Fizz: Honestly I don’t know because when I will go to TNT and show the fans what I am about in TNT soon by doing a promo on TNT. I will show the fans in TNT what I am about and will accept me by cheering for me unlike Blitz here. No one gives me the respect that I need. Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar you are gonna get fizzed.

Kacey Garcia: Thank you for the interview

The Fizz: You’re welcome

The Fizz goes and plays the roulette wheel.

[Spackle]

***SINGLE MATCH***
Trey "The Man" Spruance

***TRIPLE THREAT MATCH***
The Winner will enter the Sole Survivor Chamber Last

Spackle

***2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH***

Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill


***MAIN EVENT***
TAG TEAM MATCH

SoundScream & NIN Horror


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(The scene opens on the back of Spackle’s head. His pink dreadlocks are in a thick ponytail, and he is wearing a very nice blue dress shirt. It’s obviously mid-day, somewhere around noon, as the sun is high in the sky. The camera backs up a bit, and it can be seen that Spackle is wearing some pressed slacks and some nice emerald green cuff-links. He’s walking down a nice, clean street, the camera pans over to see birds singing, old men sitting on benches feeding some ducks walking in the road, a black and a white man in fancy suits shaking hands, possibly making a business transaction that will benefit both. The camera turns back, and is muffled by a jungle of pink hair and a loud thud. The camera backs up a bit, and watches Spackle rub the back of his head. He then turns towards the camera, and his face is seen for the first time. It’s clean shaven, and his eyes are strangely clear. He’s wearing a tie, and it’s not a clip on. His sunglasses are nowhere to be seen. He truly looks like a person for the first time. No, not a person, an angel. No, a GOD.)

Spackle: OI! YOU RUDDY GODDAMN CUNT!

(Spackle yells more profanities, and the screen goes black. It opens back up on Spackle, sitting on a large set of stairs, leading up to a porch, and the ever sluttish Jack Kent is sitting next to him, his legs crossed. Jack is holding a mic to Spackle‘s face. It‘s still nice and sunny out, and Spackle has become cool and collected once more. He‘s wearing his sunglasses now. He‘s smiling, and takes a deep breath through his nose.)

Spackle: I’ve never been so happy. It’s a sunny day, I’m well on my way to becoming wor- well, Blitz champion- and I’m half a bottle deep on them oxy-cottons.

(Spackle grins wide, and looks down at the mic.)

Spackle: But I suppose that the little blue logo on the side of this mic means you guys are here for the shit concerning work.

(Spackle’s smile fades, and a look of complete indifference replaces it.)

Spackle: Well, shoot.

(Jack looks at the camera, then back at Spackle.)

Jack: Uh, do you have anything to say about your opponents at Blitz?

Spackle: No.

Jack: Mmmmm-kay, anything to say about the chamber match at Sole Survivor?

Spackle: Nothing right now.

Jack: Okay… what about the four most likely champions you’ll face at Wrestle fever should you win that match?

Spackle: Uhhh… who are they?

Jack: Well, theirs Ninny-

Spackle: Chances are I’ll be facing him. I’ve wrestled him before, I’ve won and I’ve lost. I’ve won more times then he has, but he’ll never admit that. Either way, I’ll beat him.

(Jack waits for a sign to start talking. Spackle nods.)

Jack: Okay… theirs Soundscream, Red Ninja and Chad Classic.

Spackle: When I said “chances” are I’d be facing Ninny, I wasn’t saying he wouldn’t become world cham… Blitz champion, I was simply saying I’m not sure which brands belt I’d go for. Scream is of no importance or interest to me, because he won’t be holding that belt by the time I’m ready to take it. As for the other two… well, last time I heard anything from TNT, their was no “champion”, at least not on the main event level. From what I can tell, their still isn’t. I may head over there, save the dwindling ratings, and justify my pay check even further. Not much of a challenge, but nothing in the P has been.

(Spackle leans back on the stairs and hits his head on one of the steps. It bounces an inch or so, and falls back down to the step. It doesn‘t seem to bother him.)

Spackle: Yes, I have become one lazy fuck. I’m lucky I’m in a place where it makes no difference. I can rise to the top on an updraft of mediocrity.

(Jack looks around a bit, confused as to whether Spackle is talking to him or not. Spackle then gets up.)

Spackle: Sorry Jack, but I gots to skeedaddle. I gots me an appointment with some of the kids God got bored with.

(Spackle turns around and starts walking up the steps. The camera pans upwards, and we see that the building is a large Catholic Cathedral. The camera pans back down, and starts up after Spackle, passing by a confused Jack. Spackle stops at the top of the stairs, and looks back at the camera. A nun comes out of the large doors. Spackle turns to see the large penguin like woman. The camera finally makes it to the top of the stairs, and positions itself next to the nun and Spackle.)

Nun: Oh, you poor soul. We have counseling for people like you.

(Spackle scratches his head.)

Spackle: Uhhh, I’m here to see the orphan kids.

Nun: My lord! I’m sorry sir- I mean maam- but we have no counseling for that! Your best bet is to go straight to repentance.

(Spackle gets a bit irritated.)

Spackle: I’m not a priest. I’m here to talk to them. I’m the wrestler you people called.

(The nun gets less tense.)

Nun: Oh, you’re the entertainment! Look at you, silly wig and all. I thought you were a transvestite! So, are you a clown or magician?

Spackle: I’m a wrestler. I’m pretty sure I said that.

Nun: A wrestler? Why would we call a wrestler?

Spackle: Well, I was told the kids picked me, and I've got about twenty minutes of community service to kill off in this state.

Nun: Oh, that’s right. Forgot all about that.

Spackle: You’re goddamn lucky I’m high right now.

(The nun has gone back into the church, and Spackle follows. Then the camera.)

Nun: What’s that, son?

Spackle: YOU’RE GODDAMN LUCKY I’M HIGH RIGHT NOW!

Nun: Don’t take the lords name in vain, son.

(The nun, Spackle and the cameraman walk down a large, well decorated hallway, which comes out into a huge congregation room. Spackle is looking around, but they all continue down a smaller hallway on the opposite side of the room. This hallway is small and gray, and finally it ends at a set of stairs going down. Spackle and the nun stop at the top.)

Nun: The children are down their, son.

(Spackle looks down the stairs, then back at the nun.)

Spackle: You keep orphans in the basement?

Nun: I know what you’re thinking dear, but you have to understand. All the children are un-baptized bastards. And many of them are retarded.

Spackle: So you keep them in the basement?

Nun: Of course! Didn’t you hear me? They’re retarded.

Spackle:…fair enough.

(Spackle starts going down the stairs. The nun walks the opposite way. Spackle stops and turns towards her.)

Spackle: You’re not coming?

(The nun turns back.)

Nun: Oh heavens no!

Spackle: But I could murder or molest these kids. This is a Catholic church after all.

Nun: For the last time, they’re bastard orphans. Have fun!

(The nun walks off.)

Spackle: Super.

(Spackle continues down the stairs. The camera follows. They get to the bottom, which has a door. Spackle opens it, and walks in. The kids of various ages look up from whatever they’re doing, and look over to Spackle. True to the nuns words, a few visibly have down syndrome.)

Spackle: Hey you shit heads.

(Spackle walks over to a lone chair in the middle of the room. A few kids walk over, and sit down in a semi-circle in front of Spackle. Spackle looks at them.)

Spackle: What?

Kid 1: Are you really Spackle?

Spackle: No, I’m the guy here to adopt you.

(The kids eyes light up.)

Spackle: Heh, just fucking with ya. I’m Spackle.

(The kids die a little inside.)

Spackle: So… what did you kids want me to do?

Kid 2: Something funny!

Spackle: I probably have a few vicodin left… anything’s funny after that.

Voice: You’re just some pink junkie faggot, huh?

(Spackle and the camera both look over to see a kid with his arms crossed in the corner. He’s older then most of the others, 12 or so.)

Spackle: ‘scuse me?

Shit eater: You heard me. You don’t have a chance against Soundscream. You probably won’t even make it out of that cage.

Spackle: So, you’re a wrestling fan, eh?

Shit eater: Yeah, and I bet even I could out wrestle you. You suck.

Spackle: Sure you do. So, do you know who I’m wrestling this week? Cause I’m a little in the dark.

Shit eater: Yeah, you’re wrestling Cain and the golden cow.

Spackle: …what?

Shit eater: Cact-pus and Weakos.

Spackle: …what?

Shit eater: Cactus and Ecos, stupid.

Spackle: Oh. Thanks kid.

(The camera moves away from the kid, but he quickly yells something out to get the camera to focus on him again.)

Shit eater: You know you can’t beat them. They suck, but you suck more.

(The kid smirks, like he just won an argument.)

Spackle: I’ve already beaten both of them. Cactus has been in the P for years, and he has never won a title even remotely worth a shit. Whenever he gets close, he chokes, probably on Stare’s semen. He gets chance after chance, never really earning them, and certainly never doing a damn thing with them. It’s like he doesn’t care. It seems he just thinks that “Hey, I’m feeling a little cramped and bloated. Oh well, I don’t have to win the title now, I can just jerk Stare off, and drink his month old semen from a jug. I’ll be back in the main event within two weeks! TeeHee.” Once again, he’s going into an important match that could give him a better chance at getting one of the belts, and once again, he’ll fall way short. I’m higher up then him, and I’ve been wrestling here for a fraction of the time he has.

(Spackle scratches his crotch.)

Spackle: As for Ecos. He could be put into a similar category as me. A guy, no, a god, just coming in to the P and doing alright for himself. A god demanding more, what he deserves and what is rightfully his. The only difference is that I am a god, while Ecos is a whiny fag. And according to the new testament, the testament of Spackle, whiny faggots get dragged out back, and the holiest of the group does thy lords bidding by raping him with a shot gun. And the lord doth say, that every shot gun shall be a premature ejaculator, and the whiny faggot will be given the sweet release of death. Luckily for you, we’re not in a practicing county, so the lord will settle with beating thy poser self until your whole body is a raw bloody stump.

Shit eater: Hey, you’re going to hell for saying that.

(Spackle looks at the kid. He stands up and reaches in his pants. He walks over to the kid, who is still sitting on the floor with his arms crossed. Spackle pulls his hand out of his pants, leans down and slaps the kid.)

Spackle: And you’re going to a clinic for saying that.

(The kid looks shocked, and starts to cry. Spackle goes back to his chair. He looks at the camera.)

Spackle: Guys, guys. I may have forgotten who you guys were, I’m talking to you, Cack, and you Allah, not the little shit eater, but you guys, I didn’t forget what I’m wrestling for. A chance for a champions salary. I’ll get to come out last in the Chamber match when I beat you two. It seems like it’s only getting easier, as I have a walking statistical impossibility, and that other faggot, that’s you two, to get through to improve the already unfair odds in my favor. I’ll come out last, fresh as a daisy at whatever pay-per-view is next, and I’ll stomp all over the neck of whoever’s left in that puny cage. Then I’ll win that match. Then I’ll win a belt. Whichever one. And I’ll be paid. And all shall be right with the world.

Kid 1: Can I be a wrestler like you?

(Spackle gets up, and starts walking towards the door.)

Spackle: Sorry kid, you’d be bad for ratings. No one cares about orphans.

(Spackle walks out of the room, brushing past a different nun. The nun looks at him leaving, then at all the children who are crying loudly.)

Nun: Aye, you dirty bastards. You went and pissed off another parent. Well, I’ll just have to send father Mickey down here again to give you all spankings.

(The children cry louder, as the camera goes black.)

[Reaper]

We open to a shot where Soul Reaper is slumped in a chair looking bored. In one hand he's flicking a pen back and forth as he's also somewhat zoned out. He snaps out of it and sees the camera. He flicks the pen across the room and leans forward in the chair, resting his arms in his lap.

"Alright... well after hearing that pea brained idiot, who has this strange fairylike walk announce the main event for the show tonight... I find myself sitting in this chair completely unmotivated to go out there. Why? Well look at the damn thing... Soundscream and his Opponent at Sole Survivor vs. Myself and the man I'd rather see dangling from lightpost from a makeshift noose. I go out there... and I'm outnumbered before the bell even sounds. You've got Soundscream who is still pissed that I demolished him in a house at Fever. You've got Stare spouting off his mouth about phantom wins against me. And then you have a guy that would rather come out to the ring with an AK-47 and shoot everyone, than wrestle, because he hates everything. So what's in it for me? I'm already in the chamber... I'm already in possession of a championship belt, and further more, out of all the things I've done in this company I've become aware that the board WILL NOT fire me for anything. Yeah, you heard me... I've done enough in this company that any other business.. ANY other business would have brought me up on charges and had me carted away a LONG time ago. But P2PW knows that I'm the mainstay. I don't win the world title... and then quit. I don't just announce out of nowhere that I'm leaving because its no fun... but its really because I fucked up and couldn't handle when I got called on it. I don't have multiple personalities that tell me when to wrestle and when to fondle my balls at home. No, I've been here since week 2, and I haven't been out of action since then and you know why? Its because I am the only one out here that has business sense. IF you don't show up... then you're not gonna get paid. If you show up more than you need to, on the other hand, then you're going to get paid more with more benefits. And seeing as I am the most active person in the company with the highest number of wins, that means I can go out there in the middle of the ring and announe that I'm gonna have sex with every female member of Stares family without a sheet or a way to block the view... and I'd still be welcomed back the following week with another check in the mail.

Now you can look around the roster and nobody else can say that they're untouchable, and the reason is because they've pissed off the wrong people in the past or they've not shown up for scheduled events, or they think they can come and go as they see fit. That sort of attitude MAY get you a shot at one the secondary titles around here, but they'll never be headlining a Pay Per View. People like Evenflow or Dolla Bill have to work EXTREMELY hard to get back in the good graces of the company men in the board room where as I can walk up to one and he will come up to me and show me pictures of his kids and ask me how I've been and ask me if I'd like to have a shot at some gold. So I'm going into this match tonight and my opposition is the World Champion... for now and his opponent, who has been mildly impressive in his short time here and who only says 'harsh things' about the company because its written for him by the creative team we have here. In reality he's just another 'yes' man who is kissing the right ass at the right time and he MAY win the title.

And then I look to my corner, and what did I get stuck with? The EX owner of this establishment who for nothing more than selfish reasonings gave himself the title at 'Fever 1 and then quit. Pissed off a lot of people when that happened. Made a few people look bad, and whats more... he came crawling back like some filthy crack whore who's in need of a fix. He was the brown nose president for a long time after that. I wouldn't be surprised if we came to find out that he actually did work under a few desks as a result, but whatever he did, it worked and they took my championship away from me to put on him... and he can claim that things were up here, but I am still the highest rated champion there was. Sadly, all that changed when he 'beat' me for the belt. The ratings dropped out, sponsors called to say they were pulling products, morale was lower than ever before and Stare just sat on his thrown... or rather his bean bag chair and stroked his... ego. Yes sir, thats my partner, the guy I'm supposed to rely on should anything go wrong out there. Well, big shot, I don't plan on being a friendly nice guy with you out there and if you so much as look at me wrong, I'll put you in the hospital like I used to do back in the good old days. Fact of the matter is that nobody would mind you being gone either, so really I'd be doing people a favor. Stare, you comprise everything that a common jobber is...except you've equipped your mouth with a vacuum apparently, so thats why you're still even allowed in the building.

So I guess what I'm trying to tell you is this... fuck everybody that wants to run their mouthes around here because I'm the only person around here thats basically done it all, fuck the people in charge of the show because they tend to get on my nerves. Fuck people who want to throw shots out at me or anybody else who's been here to build this company because they don't know what a real work ethic is. And lastly fuck the main event tonight because none of them are going to mean shit after Sole Survivor. Soundscream will be an EX champ, NIN will be my NEXT victim and Stare... well he's already yesterday's trash so I guess he won't have much lower to go. Oh, and fuck that faggy little know nothing loser Barry Bryant for making such a worthless fuckin main event, whoever hired him should be shot in the face with a 12 gauge. You don't like what I said then fuck you too. Ashes to Ashes bitch...."

Reaper signals for the camera man to get out of the room and he goes back to slumping in the chair waiting for the match at the end of the night.

[Reaper]

Evenflow

Spackle

Starcrunch and The Fizz

Soul Reaper and Stare

[Stare]

Trey (needs it more)
Spackle
Bishop
Reaper & Stare

Locked