BLITZ! PREVIEW (8/22/06) --- DEADLINE: 8/26 @ 9pm

[Stare]

LIVE from the Sheffield Arena
Sheffield, England

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The fireworks go off in the Sheffield Arena as "Watching You Die" blares. The fans in the UK seem pumped to get the night underway. The music cuts as "U Got a Problem?" hits. They begin to boo, with a slight cheering, which is probably from their excitement to finally see a P2PW superstar. _the j-man walks out with Smokey by his side. Smokey is walking with a crutch as he limps his way towards the ring behind J. _the j-man gets to the steps and walks along the apron as Smokey hands his cane to J, and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. _the j-man steps through as he helps Smokey up. The music cuts as _the j-man grabs a microphone

_the j-man: I'm not going to waste one damn second, and I'm going to go ahead and make good on what I said last week. You see, I promised that I would make somebody pay this week, and I'm going to tell you exactly who it is and why!

_the j-man begins to slowly pace as he speaks

_the j-man: You see, I've decided to take a look back on Blitz! since the brand split, and I realized something. There are a couple of people here and there who have screwed me over, and screwed my chances of holding the World Title!

The audiences boos at the thoughts of J as champ as he continues

_the j-man: But, forget the others, cause I'm going to take this one at a time! You can call it . . .my Hit List, if you want. And tonight, I will step into the ring with the first name on that list . . .Cactus!

The audience cheers the match as _the j-man continues

_the j-man: You see, Cactus was the first one to cost me what was rightfully mine! He had to stick his nose in the Blitz! Breakdown match after he had been eliminated! If it wasnt' for him, I would've been the World Champion, and not Scream! The P2PW's ratings would be 8.5 times what they are now! You see, Cactus was angry about the possibility of me being the champ, and do you know why?

The whole crowd chants "Cause I'm a Black Man"

_the j-man You damn right!

The crowd cheers a bit for being able to respond as J continues

_the j-man: So, Cactus, I'm going to go back and correct all the mistakes that should've never happened on my quest to the top! And you're the first stop, you stupid son of a bitch!

"U Got a Problem" hits as _the j-man throws the mic down and goes for the ropes. Smokey follows him limping as we cut to the back

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We see Barry Bryant watching the television as he looks on. His door swings open as he stands startled as Cactus walks in with anger

Cactus: Bryant, did you see that!?

Cactus points to the tv

Cactus: That son of a bitch doesnt get to make matches. Now, I was told I have the night off, so what the fuck is going on!?

Barry smirks a bit and tosses the remote to the television down on the couch. He turns to Cactus and adjusts his collar on his suit

Barry Bryant: I'll tell you what the fuck is going on! Last week, you walked out on a match! The Main Event no less. So, I dont think that should count as having a match. In fact, I don't think that should count at all. You see, I've noticed you slipping away from the place recently, and it makes me FUCKING SICK! We've had this problem for a while, and you keep promising and promising and promising and promising to do better, and you know what? You keep getting more and more pathetic! I'm lucky if I can even get you to take some promo time, cause we all know that your lazy ass isn't going to do it. And you can give me all the excuses you want, cause I dont want to hear them anymore!

Cactus looks on almost about to burst as Barry gets in his face

Barry Bryant: And you keep getting that paycheck though, cause I know that's what's important to you. So, you know what? Until I start seeing some real effort on your part, I wont use you at all . . . that's right, no paycheck! And, in fact, I will go ahead and fire your ass, cause you're just a shitstain on this place. And it's so so sad, cause you used to be one of the best, but the old Cactus is gone, he's history! He stuck his head in his ass, and decided that it was a nice place to live, so that's where he stayed! You used to be the murdered, but now, the only thing that's you're murdering is your career! So, you listen up! If I dont see some real effort from you tonight in your match with J, your ass will hit the bricks, and that is NOT a joke! You got that?

Barry looks on at Cactus as Cactus begins to snicker. Barry looks on as Cactus begins to laugh maniacally. Cactus then reaches out and snatches Barry by the collar and jerks him in hard

Cactus: . . . Yeah . . . I got it.

Cactus pushes Barry down on the couch and walks out, slamming the door. Barry looks on in disgust as we get ready for the night to begin

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TONIGHT'S CARD

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***""THINNING OUT THE NUMBERS" MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
These two men have not lived up to GM Barry's expectations, so tonight one of them will find themselves out of a job. Who will we never see again?
Hoc
vs.
Trey Spruance

***FANATIC TITLE FATAL FOUR-WAY MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
JT Blade is quickly becoming the most hated man in sports entertainment, and he's holding the title for the people. Tonight, he may find his title reign being short as he defends against three other superstars. Chilly Willy & Bishop tied in the Fanatic Title poll, gaining their shots at the belt, and Evenflow has put his contract on the line to be entered into this match. If he doesnt win the title, he will be fired on the spot. Who will walk out with the Fanatic Championship?
JT Blade
vs.
Chilly Willy
vs.
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
Evenflow[/b][/color]

***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Tonight, two men have been motivated to prove their worth to themselves. _the j-man is out to rectify the downfalls he had faced in his tenure in the P2PW, and Cactus is his first stop. But, don't expect the Cactus we've seen recently, as Barry Bryant has given him a very good reason to show his worth, and that's his job. Which man will jolt forward on their mission?
Cactus
vs.
_the j-man

***MAIN EVENT***[/u][/color][/size]
***INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH***[/u][/color][/size]
Ecos has been the #1 Contender for a month now, and now's the time for him to put up or shut up. Mastadon decided tonight would be the perfect time for him to go for his first title in the P2PW, and he will try to take out the man who won the Sole Survivor Chamber to do so.
Soul Reaper
vs.
Ecos[/b][/color]

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[Simz]

Trey
Chilly
J
Reaper

[Stare]

Hoc
JT Blade
J
Reaper

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Hoc
Chilly Willy
Cactus
Reaper.

Promo to come soon.

[_the j-man]

Trey
J.T. Blade
_the j-man
Soul Reaper

[Cactus]

who cares,

HBK

Cactus

Reaper

[Ben]

Hoc

JT blade

J-Man

Soul Reaper

[The Great JT]

Trey
JT Blade
_the j-man
Soul Reaper

Will promo later.

[Faster Pussycat!]

Chilly Willy
_the j-man
Soul Reaper

[eCo]

HoC
Evenflow
J-Man
Myself

Promo soon to come

[eCo]

The setting appears to be in a storage room in the arena. The back wall of the room is almost covered with a black flag with a large ecosian cross on it. In the center of the room, surrounded by candles is a plastic toddler’s pool filled with water. Not visible to the viewer’s eye there is a three foot wide glass box submerged in the water, in which Ecos is standing the glass box, making it look like he is standing on water. Ecos is wearing an all white sports suit, and still wearing his glasses.

Ecos: I really should be in a good mood but many things have been angering your favorite prophet as of lately. I just haven’t been getting the respect I deserve lately. Sadly I was hoping that everyone would cheer me on, knowing that I will slap around Reaper, and it’s a common fact that nobody likes Reaper. But to my dismay and anger, I hear all these idiots say that THEY HATE ME MORE!!!

All I hear is “At least Reaper can wrestle” or “Reaper is actually intimidating”. What in my name do they mean by intimidating. He’s a full grown man who thinks he’s a scary monster. The chances are he still lives in his mother’s basement in which he practices pretending to be like the Undertaker, Kane, or whoever his stupid phony idol was. The only real idol is ME! Look at me! I’m standing on FUCKING WATER HERE!!!

Ecos taps his feet on the glass cube

That’s not the only miracle, the other one will be that I will actually make Reaper tap out in the crucifixion. People say that no man can do that, but I’m not just a man, I’m a son of god! And I say that Reaper will tap out tonight!

But the thing that pisses me off most, is how everyone says that I’m scared of Reaper. What the fuck! I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF HIM!!!!!

Big deal, he defeated Chilly Willy for the International Championship, but guess what Dweaper! I also defeated Chilly Willy, as a matter of fact, I can defeat him with my right arm tied behind my back!

Oh and here is another person that’s pissing me off lately, and his name is Aladdin! I’m sick to death of hearing that if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be the contender for the title! Bullshit! Aladdin is just some stupid Mexican who is stupid enough to name himself after a cartoon character. I was so pissed over what he said to me at Soul Survivor, I was so ready to kick his ass back to Mexico.

Hey Aladdin! Why don’t you wear a mask like all of the other Mexican wrestlers so we wouldn’t have to see your ugly face on TNT. Hey I would offer you and Vegeta to embrace my faith, but it wouldn’t do anything for your souls…Because you Mexican people don’t have souls!!!!!!

Ecos laughs at his own joke

Another person who’s been getting under my skin is Stare. I can’t believe he told me to stay out of Reaper’s way! Again: I’m not scared of Reaper!!! If I want to get in his way, I will get in his way.

The camera closes in on Ecos

Oh and I’m not scared of you Stare! You may be the General Manager of Blitz, but I’m the holy savior of Blitz!!! As I said before, I can take both you and Reaper in a match, and win without any effort.

Reaper, do yourself a favor: why don’t you forfeit the title and get it over with. This way, you can spend all your time in your mother’s basement, in which you can play monster all you want. Some people are scared of you, but I’m not! The only thing that will be scary is the pain you will feel when I put you in the crucifixion, and tonight I WILL make Reaper tap out, and win the International Title.

[The Great JT]

(Well, here goes something...)

The scene opens at ringside. The crowd is relatively quiet as "Anything But Down" hits. The crowd erupts in boos A horse-drawn carriage similar to Queen Elizabeth II's painted black comes down to the ring, then J.T. Blade steps out of it, holding the Fanatic Championship high. Cornelius steps out, followed by Evenflow, who is dressed like a clown in very baggy green-with-pink-polka-dots pants connected to a pink pair of suspenders, a light blue blazer with a large red bow tie, white grease pain on his face, red grease paint around his mouth and eyes, a skullcap over his hair and fake red hair, size 35 shoes and white gloves on his hands. Someone in the crowd throws an Icee at Evenflow and connects in the head. J.T. laughs as he steps into the ring. Cornelius steps in and Evenflow rolls in. J.T. grabs a microphone. J.T. waits while the crowd starts their "JT Sucks" chant. After a brief moment, J.T. puts the mic to his mouth.

J.T. Blade: I say, Sheffield!
Crowd: Oy!!

The crowd again chants "JT Sucks".

J.T. (in sing-song): I can't hear you!

The crowd chants louder. Cornelius laughs.

J.T.: I...can hear you, but, uh, I'm gonna say it anyway, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!

The crowd chants even louder. J.T. closes his eyes and laughs louder.

J.T.: Well, I'm sure you're wondering WHY Mr. Evenflow is dressed more like Bobo The Clown. Well, since Mastadon decided to make him look like a clown by once again facing ME, I decided he should REALLY look like a clown to match! And what's looking like a clown without a clown name? Evenflow, for tonight, you will be announced as "Dumbfuck The Clown"! And in accordance to your new name, you will wear that outfit in tonight's match! But wait, J.T. Fans, there's more! Dumbfuck The Clown, if you lose tonight's match, you must QUIT P2P Wrestling! You lose, you're out! Everyone, appease your Fanatic Champion, YOUR champion, by laughing at Dumbfuck The Clown!

The crowd chants "JT Sucks" and starts laughing at Evenflow/Dumbfuck The Clown. Evenflow practically starts to steam as the crowd laughs at his humiliation and shattered pride. Evenflow tries to make a strike at J.T., but Cornelius intercepts him and throws him out of the ring. Evenflow lands on his back.

J.T.: Cornelius my friend, THAT is why I hired you; to take care of business. Now that, heh heh, Dumbfuck The Clown is dispensed, there seems to be two other thorns in my side. And the first is a sub-zero stooge named Chilly Willy, the "Canadian Imbecile". Willy, you, sir, are a disgrace to P2P Wrestling and Blitz! Your last win was a once-in-a-lifetime chance victory over Soul Reaper. And sir, it's not mere exaggeration when I say you suck! Willy, you are bottom-of-the-barrel scum, not worthy to scrape the gum off the undersides of this arena's armrests! I'll tell you what, after I win, I'll get you a train ticket in the seat next to Hoc!

The crowd starts jeering J.T. Blade.

J.T.: And while I'm on the subject of useless garbage, there's also Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill! Bishop Pastor...y'know, I'm just going to call you Dickon. Dickon, when was the last time you had a big win?! And while we're on the subject, when was your last win, PERIOD?! Dickon, this is the Fanatic Title, the People's Title! And I AM THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE!

The crowd boos and chants 'JT Sucks".

J.T.: Silence! Your champion demands it! Dickon, there's the J.T. Blade way to wrestle, and every other way is the wrong way! Dickon, Willy, and you Dumbfuck! Tonight, you shall feel the Mark Of The Sword, the most DEVASTATING move in all of wrestling! Cornelius, let's go!

"Anything But Down" hits again and J.T. and Cornelius head back up the ramp towards the back. Backstage, J.T. and Cornelius are heading for the parking lot.

J.T.: Cornelius, I want you to stop Chilly Willy, Bishop Pastor whatever and Dumbfuck if shit gets heavy. But do it discreetly.
Cornelius: No problem, boss.
J.T.: That means I want them dealt with stealthfully and without being noticed.
Cornelius: I got it.

Scene fades to black.

[Scream]

***FANATIC TITLE FATAL FOUR-WAY MATCH***
JT Blade is quickly becoming the most hated man in sports entertainment, and he's holding the title for the people. Tonight, he may find his title reign being short as he defends against three other superstars. Chilly Willy & Bishop tied in the Fanatic Title poll, gaining their shots at the belt, and Evenflow has put his contract on the line to be entered into this match. If he doesnt win the title, he will be fired on the spot. Who will walk out with the Fanatic Championship?
JT Blade *think you need all the help you can get
vs.
Chilly Willy
vs.
Bishop Pastor Deacon Dollar Bill
vs.
Evenflow

***SINGLES MATCH***
Tonight, two men have been motivated to prove their worth to themselves. _the j-man is out to rectify the downfalls he had faced in his tenure in the P2PW, and Cactus is his first stop. But, don't expect the Cactus we've seen recently, as Barry Bryant has given him a very good reason to show his worth, and that's his job. Which man will jolt forward on their mission?
Cactus
vs.
_the j-man

***MAIN EVENT***
***INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH***
Ecos has been the #1 Contender for a month now, and now's the time for him to put up or shut up. Mastadon decided tonight would be the perfect time for him to go for his first title in the P2PW, and he will try to take out the man who won the Sole Survivor Chamber to do so.
Soul Reaper
vs.
Ecos

[Cactus]

Scene opens to the front of a church, its late at night and there is very little foot traffic around. The few people who do walk past have their collars turned up to prevent the chill in the air getting into their clothes. They walk past quickly, just wanting to get home from a long day of work to see the family and relax before it all starts again tomorrow.

The camera rolls up to the front of the church and enters through the grand front doors. A large space opens up beyond the doors to reveal rows upon rows of practically empty pews. A few people are scattered about offering up prayers for there own reasons in quiet hushed voices. At the front, behind the alter stands a crucifix depicting a crucified Christ, a glare to the right reveals the votive stand burning brightly with hundreds of candles offering prayers in remembrance.

Sitting near the front on the left is the last man any P2PW fan would think of last to be seen in a church. Cactus sits just outside the confessional, he has his head in his hands, Barry Bryant’s words ringing in his ears.

A noise off camera jerks Cactus head up, a woman walks out from the confessional, she passes the rows of pews, stops, genuflects and walks up the aisle.

He stands looks for a moment and slowly walks into the open booth. Inside there is very little light, the hatch slides across, a quiet descends onto the booth.


Cactus “Err I don’t know how to do this”

Priest “Take your time my son, usually people start of telling me how long since their last confession.”

Cactus “Well I have never done this before, so I guess it is 28 years. Also I don’t know if this makes a difference but I have very little faith.”

Priest “So many young men do these days. Why don’t you tell me what you are feeling and we will take it from there.”

Cactus looks thoughtful at this comment, it seems he has never truly opened up about his life before, but as the old adage goes, sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger.

Cactus “Well I have killed a man with my bare hands but I am not here to talk about that!”

An audible gasp is heard from next door where the priest is obviously shaken by what he has heard.

Priest “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, everything said in a confessional is confidential, I cannot break the vow of what I have heard.”

Cactus “Hell no, sorry padre I mean heck no, that is in the past, I was never convicted of anything, that part of my life is well and truly open. What I came here about today is I am having trouble at work, I seem to be living my life with a couple of the deadly sins. That what I need to talk to you about.

I am suffering form pride, sloth, greed and wrath. I am batting at over 50% of the seven deadly sins and I need to know that when is all said and done I will not be punished in the end because of them."

Priest “Well you will be punished, on judgement day you will have to stand before your god and plead your case, however depending on the severity of these things will decide your punishment.”

Cactus “Well Father they all kind of go hand in hand, the sloth and greed parts are well and truly connected to pride. I used to be quite a big deal in the workplace, but recently my greed and pride formed into one so I became slothful. I would show up, not do anything and get paid.

But today I was pulled aside and told to get my act together or I would lose my job. That has made my wrath rear its ugly head. Now tonight I am working with a self-confessed drug taker, and I know that I will be highly wrathful towards him. And I need to know that because I have been told to change my ways so to speak that when I am finished doing what I have to do tonight I will not be judged as a sinner anymore.

Priest “Well you know the flaws and have recognised the fact and when you return to work this evening you need to ignore the greed and pride, work hard and you will over come sloth. As for the wrath if you are using it in a positive way as he is a drug taker and you try to help him stamp it out then it cannot be called a sin."

Cactus “Thank you father, you have helped me with my inner turmoil, thanks for your tine this evening.”

Priest “Your welcome my son, my door is always open.”

Cactus exits the confessional as the camera follows him out of the church, Cactus lingers for a moment, he shakes a cigarette out of a packet, lights it, turns his collar up against the chilly Sheffield air before looking into the camera.

Cactus “Tonight J_man, tonight I return to “work” with a clear head and a morally clean slate. You blame me, you blame others for your bad luck, well tonight it continues. And as you just seen, I pretty much have a papal sanction to stamp your arse from ring post to ring post, and I hold it not a sin.

Barry, Barry, Barry, tonight you wanted me to up it up a gear, well you got your wish, tonight I will show you what I am capable of, and remember you have forced my hand.”

Cactus pushes the camera away and joins all the people hurrying home to get out of the bleak august weather. The camera try’s to stay with him but looses him in the crowd.

[_the j-man]

Our scene opens up backstage inside the locker-room area of _the j-man, it seems to be a bit smokey inside as we get to see _the j-man standing before a mirror. He is lifting weights, but we obvisiously notice that someone close to him is missing and that's his manager, Smokey who was basically destroyed at Sole Survivor. _the j-man looks into the mirror as his eyes meet the direction of the camera as he begins to speak.

_the j-man:
The entire time I've been here in P2PW, people have put a bullseye on my head, they want to make sure that I never get anywhere in this federation. From the beginning I've always been looked down upon and been called names such as the "n00b" just because I was a new face. They wanted to associate me as being some type of push-over and we've all seen how that worked out.

_the j-man laughs to himself for a moment as he places the weights down on the ground, he turns his back from the mirror and now is directly looking at the camera. _the j-man is not a happy man.

_the j-man:
I went into Sole Survivor with the intention of walking out as the New #1 Contender for any belt of my choosing but that didn't happen, thanks to some loser over on TNT, I have to sit here and watch someone like Soul Reaper who I've defeated get his choice of who he wants to face. Quite interesting if you ask me. But that's how my career has started here to begin with, people trying to screw me over.

_the j-man then walks over to his gym bag with his wrestling gear inside, but he doesn't pull anything out of that nature, he pulls out a list and a pen. He smiles for a moment as he looks at the paper intently for a few more moments before placing it into his pocket.

_the j-man:
So now I've developed a hit-list, I'm going to make sure that I get my revenge here on Blitz! I want to make sure that Cactus is going to be the first one to pay for his crime. It goes all the way back to the first Blitz! Breakdown where I ended up getting screwed over by some monkey named Cactus who decided that he had only one chance to get a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship and that was by screwing me out of the belt. Well, Cactus you got what you wished for and you failed. You've failed ever since that match happened, when was the last time you did something actually important?! While I go on to have one of the best records in P2PW history, you're barely scratching away at .500 average in your win/loss column. It's pathetic, so now I've decided to take into my own hands my destiny. I'm going to make sure anyone who has tried to hold me back is crushed with the might of my fist.

_the j-man slams his fist into his hand as he almost looks annoyed at the fact that he was screwed over by the man known as Cactus.

_the j-man:
Cactus, I know you're going to try and come in here, cheat to win, any means at all. I know that you're thinking in the back of your head that if you defeat me, not only are you going to come out with one of the biggest wins of your career but you're going to be quite excited at the fact that your face would appear all over Blitz! again. Lets make this clear and simple though, you're not going to beat me. You can't beat me, it's simple as that, I'm not going to let some punk trying to walk all over me when I'm on my way to earning myself a World Heavyweight Title shot. That's all I'm searching for now, when Smokey got injured people thought I wouldn't be able to handle the wrestling ring by myself. That's bullshit! I've been in wrestling far too long to let my manager hold me down, if I was at the hospital with him right now he would be telling me to leave and cheer me on to take this match. So here I am, I made a list, I checked it twice and I found out who was naughty and who wasn't nice. Cactus my friend, you started off this list and I'm going to make sure when it comes to Blitz! My two fists are going to make sure that they're covered in your blood, they're covered in the sweat and tears of your body. This is _the j-man speaking to you, this is _the j-man telling you that at Blitz! You have no chance in hell of taking this match-up from me. You're going to wish that you never, EVER, crossed my path when I stepped into this wrestling federation and you know why?!

_the j-man leans back against the wall as he pulls out a nice finely rolled joint from out of his pocket. He places it into his mouth as he lights it slowly, he takes a nice long drag of the joint as he blows out the smoke after inhailing it. A smile or a grin you could say come across his face.

_the j-man:
BECAUSE I'M A BLACK MAN! I'll see you in the ring Cactus, pray for your soul because God won't be able to help you in that ring.

_the j-man walks away from the camera as we see the camera zoom in closely on the piece of paper with the names listed on _the j-man's hitlist, we can't see any other name than Cactus. The camera holds it position on the piece of paper and with that the camera slowly fades out to black.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

Chilly Willy's Promo

The scene opens with a video clip of the 2002 Winter Olympics. The Gold Medal game for Men's Hockey is shown with five seconds left on the clock. The crowd is counting down. "Five, Four, Three, Two, One! The buzzer rings as Canada has defeated the USA five to two. The Canadians are ecstatic. The screen then changes to a messy, un-organized dressing room. Chilly Willy is standing by a black leather couch with his wrestling gear on. He has a cocky and confident smile and he is carrying his hockey stick flag.

Chilly Willy- Hello Sheffield England! Canada's mother country in which I really don't give a shit about. Tonight isn't about countries. It is about the Canadian Icon regaining is former self. My road to success first starts at the Fanatic Title. A title in which JT is currently in possession of. The most hated man in P2PW. Well I have to disagree. I am the most hated man. Why? Because I am Canadian and I am right about everything that I talk about. About how the USA is morally corrupt and how England is ungrateful for our service and loyalty to them.

The crowd boos wildly as Chilly is still smiling.

Chilly Willy- Oh yeah, about that Olympic thing. That was for JT, Deacon and Evenflow to witness. It was for them to witness what they have in store for them. A good ol Canadian ass whipping. One that Evenflow will never forget because after tonight. You will be gone forever! Deacon will be back to his familiar curtain jerking spot and JT will never see gold again. Evenflow, I used to respect you. You were trying to make a name for yourself until you just stopped. You lost match after match and it seemed like you didn't care anymore. So I just forgot about you.

Chilly Willy walks around the room for awhile. He picks up a water bottle from the mini fridge and takes a long drink. He tosses it in the fridge and closes it. He looks back at the camera.

Chilly Willy- Deacon Dolla Bill! Beating you will be a walk in the park. Especially since you have never had any experience winning in a big match situation. Hell I beat the Chamber winner at Sole Survivor for the International championship. Something you could only dream of doing. So I am not even worried about you.

Chilly Willy stops smiling and has the most serious face he's ever had.

Chilly Willy- Now for the man I want to beat. Mister JT Blade. You will be the only challenge I will face tonight. In my personal opinion. You are very under rated. I mean some people without titles look down at you. But not me. I will not make a stupid mistake and cost myself the match. No no. I am much smarter than that. JT. You have been at the top of your game for awhile but just like the American's Miracle On Ice. You won't repeat that success. You are just moments away from your dreams being crushed courtesy, of the Canadian Icon. I hope you learned something today. That is to not get in the way of my quest for championship gold. Today I do something minor but maybe a couple months from now. I will be the World Champion. But we all have to start somewhere. Unlike the rest of you. I have an advantage when I am away from home simply because I want to prove each and every one the fat, lazy and corrupt Americans and every single tea drinking ungrateful Brits wrong when I win. When I win. I will take my place as the World Icon!

The fans are booing and cheering. The are confused as to who to cheer. JT or Chilly? Chilly Willy walks towards the door. He opens it up very aggressively. He walks out and closes it behind him. There is a Shadow behind him coming towards him with an iron pipe. Chilly Willy turns around just in the nick of time to catch JT's manager, Cornelius trying to take him out. Chilly just stares at him in pity as he walks away. Cornelius is left with an angered face. Chilly Willy passes by a group of ladies in the hallway. Chilly winks at them and continues down the hallway. He stops at a souvenir stand and picks up the P2PW Magazine. Reaper is on the cover but Chilly notices something in the corner

Chilly Willy- You see this. I have yet to make the cover of this magazine, but instead. I am relegated to the little space on the corner. The article is about my quest for success but yet the cover story is about Reapers mystique. How fitting. The only Canadian on Blitz and yet, I go unnoticed. JT, I sure hope you're watching this because tonight. This will all end. This will be a fight. Even though there are four people in the match. Only two will show up. Catch my drift?

Chilly Willy smirks again as he puts the magazine down. He goes back to his locker room and takes his Canadian flag. He puts in on his shoulder and leaves again. The screen fades to black.

[Reaper]

We open once again to the storage area of the arena, which is the very same place that Ecos made his speech. The large flag with his symbol on the wall still hangs loosely, the toddler pool with candles surrounding it. As the camera rests after panning in from the cross on the wall, we see Reaper enter the frame. He looks around, first at the flag, then at the candles, and then at the kiddie pool.. he chuckles and then looks to the camera.

"Very interesting set you have here, Ecos, I mean honestly...hell its almost a blatant ripoff of my old stuff. Of course, I never had a kiddie pool, because lets face it... thats gay, but overall I can see that my influence has spread to even the most 'holy' of morons. Now I know, you probably figured I'd come in here with my old shit and maybe take a scythe to your flag, or perhaps baptize somebody in your pool for an excessive amount of time, making it appear that I killed them or some stupid shit like that, but to be honest...I can't be bothered with that. I mean, sure I could go back to old days and walk out into a cemetary and verbally demolish everything you had to say with a dark wit and malicious intents, but again, thats not what I do anymore. I've done that enough, and its worked more times than not. Hell I made the 'dark, gothy, evil' persona more than just your average fag who couldn't come up with a better idea. No, I made it work, I took something average and made it spectacular. Usually you'd hear somebody say, 'who, that undertaker, no talent, ripoff,' and then when they faced me in the ring, I'd have them not knowing what else was coming. They would be about ready to tap out one second, only to find that now they are being air raided and then kicked in the face. The point was, that I was more than just a generic character in this game, no... I was the level above all that came my way. Now, I see you in the same area... you have a generic gimmick going on here, but the difference between you and I, kid, is that while I busted my ass and other people's skulls to showcase that I was more than meets the eye..you seem to be working backwards. You came into the P2PW with energy, it looked like you were on the fast track to success... but apparently you're not in it win. You're just in it because you have nothing better to do. Wow...the Holy Savior of this company and you've yet to garner a title shot, until now, and meanwhile nobody cares one way or another. People are going to remember this night as 'just another Reaper squash,' because you've failed to make a name for yourself. It's sad, I'd kind of hoped for more...."

Reaper looks around again and picks up a candle from the ground by the kiddie pool. He looks inside the pool and shakes his head and laughs. He reaches in and grabs the clear box that held up Ecos for his promo. Sets it down on the ground and sits on it.

"Nice trick earlier, almost looked so real. Just goes to show how out of touch you really are. I mean, for 'your' sake,"Reaper rolls his eyes "You called Floorstare the General Manager. Now I know he's supposed to be all cool with me and everything and thats all well and good, but fuck dude... he just lost that role last week. Where the fuck have you been? AND ALADDIN.. A MEXICAN!??! Really, you need to stay out of _the j-man's weed. If Aladdin is a mexican, then E2 is an asian. Oh and and WHOA!!!... let me back up here a minute. I mean you beat Chilly Willy... Oh damn... I'm so frightened, I may piss my pants... What are you gonna say next? You beat that idiot of a new owner Micko? Holy Ecos, you're a megastar... you've proven yourself worthy to be.... the towel boy. Ya know, for somebody who claims to be the 'holy savior' or Blitz! you sure haven't done much to impress the masses. At least Jesus could turn water into wine... you'd have to turn around while he did the trick of course, but he could still do it. You on the other hand couldn't make ice if we spotted you both water, and a freezer. And yet you somehow think you have any chance of coming away my title? You sir, are certifiable.. I may call the men in white coats to come get you. But if I did that, I wouldn't have anybody to mangle.

Reaper stands up, still holding the flickering candle, kicks the box out of the way and walks back over behind the kiddie pool and stands with his back against the flag. He again looks down at the kiddie pool, and then has an expression on his face as if he found something.

"I finally get it...yes, it all makes sense now. You are the 'holy savior' which makes you some kind of roll model, like a priest. And here we have a kiddie pool, if you put those together, it makes perfect sense as to why you come off as such a fucking weirdo. You're child molester. How many 'altar boys' have you made cry this week, you fuckin sicko? It should have been obvious when you were getting pushy about your shot... you wanted to get your hands on some gold before they found you out and carted your ass off to prsion to play with JT's cousin. This whole place is giving me the creeps now. I bet being here makes me some sort of accessory now... that makes me sick.

Reaper lifts his foot up and crashes down on the plastic edge of the kiddie pool, which breaks it with ease. The water rushes out to the wall and then comes back towards the camera. It knocks over the remaining candles and puts them all out. Reaper stands there with his solitarty candle and the Ecos back drop and he has an evil expression.

"That will cleanse this place of my foot prints. Unfortunatley, now its a bit too dark. Who gives a shit though, I'm pretty much done here. I've said all I wanted to say on your pathetic ass, Ecos, hell.. you should be happy that I even gave you enough time of day to respond to your absurd comments. After the match, you still will be a nobody, and still nobody will remember your name...you're as disposable and Evenflow is, but at least people knew who he was. You're time has run out... and so has my patience...oh and I'm sure you'll have a hard time finding your way around now so I'll leave the light on for ya."

With that Reaper turns and places the candles flame onto the huge flag with the Ecosian Cross and it lights immediately and begins to spread across the fabric. Reaper drops the candle and then dusts off his hands by slapping them together, and then he walks out. The camera zooms into the burning flag and it slowly fades out.

[Reaper]

Hoc
JT
_the j-man
Reaper

[Reaper]

looks like its all over but the shoutin...and

*Click*