BLITZ! PREVIEW (9/28/06) --- DEADLINE: Oct. 2 @ 11

[Stare]

LIVE from the Wembley Arena
London, England

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"Watching You Die" blares over the speakers as the cameras circle the capacity crowd in the Wembley Arena as Blitz! makes it's last television stop in England before Final Verdict. The fans are jumping to their feet cheering as Zeroin flickers on. We see Barry Bryant reading a paper on a clipboard as he is pacing down the hallway. He looks to be reading over it as he rounds the corner, barely dodging some employees. He finally approaches a door as he looks around and knocks on it. The door is flung open as Smokey is seen in the doorway as the usual cloud of smoke surrounding him begins to drift out of the room.

Smokey: What do ya want playa!?

Barry Bryant: Smokey, I need to speak with J. Is he in there?

Smokey looks back as Barry overhears an "Are you here?". Barry rolls his eyes as Smokey looks back

Smokey: He says he ain't here. Come back lata.

Smokey shuts the door as Barry puts a firm hand up, stopping the door in it's path. Smokey looks up at Barry a bit startled by his action as he speaks

Barry Bryant: I'm afraid "lata" isn't going to work for me. You see, this concerns a match J will be in tonight.

Smokey: Naw playa, J don't have a match tonight, he was informed last week.

Barry Bryant: So, he is denying the match then? That's fine, I'll inform the lawyers and we'll give him some time off while he's in court.

Barry begins to walk away as the door swings open as J-man walks out quickly

_the j-man: The fuck you talkin bout, Bryant!?

Barry turns around with an extremely serious look

Barry Bryant: I'm talking about a lawsuit that was filed against you . . . by Spackle.

J's eyes widen as he grabs the paper on the clipboard from Barry

_the j-man: This isn't a lawsuit paper, this is a P2PW Contract.

Barry Bryant: Actually, that's the alternative. Spackle said he would be willing to drop the lawsuit and assault charges if you'd compete in a match against someone he specifies.

_the j-man: So, let me guess, I gotta face 4 people in a Hell In a Cell, and if anyone interferes on my behalf, I lose and am fired . . .right?

Barry looks over the paper as he shakes his head

Barry Bryant: Actually . . . no. It's a One on One Singles Match . . . nothing more or less.

_the j-man looks on at Barry as he looks confused

Barry Bryant: Do you accept the match?

_the j-man: Who will I be facing?

Barry Bryant: Actually, Spackle told me he didnt want to name the opponent until after you had signed it. He awaiting my call.

J looks to be thinking it over

Barry Bryant: J, I suggest you do this, cause we're not in the position to keep someone employed who is dealing with a serious lawsuit concerning another superstar. The company has invested a lot this past year in television deals and trips like this one, and it's not the same company it is when we were dealing with our last lawsuit.

J looks on, still debating. He looks back at Smokey and looks back to Barry

_the j-man: I guess I have no choice, huh Bryant?

Barry nods slightly as he let's J sign his name. Barry then gets out his cell phone and holds a finger up, asking J to be patient. Barry dials a number as he awaits an answer. Soon after, Barry speaks

Barry Bryant: Yeah, It's me. He signed it.

Barry listens on as he nods along

Barry Bryant: I'll tell him. And, the lawsuit is effectively dropped, right?

Barry listens on as J snatches the phone

_the j-man: You filed a lawsuit you muthafucka!? Are you some kind've pussy! Why don't you be a man and come here and fight yaself!? Cause you're a bitch, that's why!

Suddenly, J has a chair slammed across his back as he falls to the ground as Spackle walks into view. He stands over J smiling as he looks back up at Barry, who looks a bit stunned. He points at his cell phone as he looks back at Spackle

Barry Bryant: I thought you were recoveri . . .

Spackle pats Barry on the shoulder

Spackle: Hey, how else was I supposed to get the match made? Ya dumb fuck!

Barry Bryant: Right . . . Well, as long as your decision is final, I guess you should tell him who he's facing then.

J grabs Spackle's leg as Spackle kicks him off and slams the chair into him once more. He looks back at Barry

Spackle: Nah, let him look at the Final Card. He'll get the picture.

Spackle looks down at J as he puts the chair into his throat and holds him down

Spackle: I'm not going to be some miserable "hit" on your list. You messed with the wrong pink-dreaded freak! I'm not going to send you to a hospital, that's not my style. I'll just find a way to cause you pain in other ways, so enjoy your match tonight.

Spackle pushes away as J holds his throat and coughs a bit as we go to commercial

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***SINGLES MATCH***

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Chilly Willy approached corporate offices earlier this week and said he'd like a warm-up match for Final Verdict. The office signed Chilly Willy against Ben Jenkins, but little is known of the potential this newcomer has, and after his impressive win over Bishop last week, Chilly Willy may have just made a mistake, and an upset could be in store. Can Ben turn more heads tonight and begin to solidify himself as a star?
Ben "The Rebel" Jenkins
vs.
"The Canadian Icon" Chilly Willy

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***NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/size]
Well, it looks like Spackle knew what he was doing. Tonight, _the j-man will step into the ring with the winner of the Sole Survivor Chamber, and International Champion, Soul Reaper. Spackle didn't do J any favors by granting him a title shot, or by putting him against the most dangerous man in the Federation. But, J is not to be under-estimated, as he is one of the brightest stars in the P2PW. Can J turn this one around on Spackle and come out the victor? This is a golden opportunity for J.
_the j-man
vs.
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***TAG TEAM 3-WAY MATCH***[/u][/size]
Last week, we heard the Idea set forth by Barry. Tonight, the 3 men who will compete in the Main Event at Final Verdict will step into the ring with the partners they chose, or to put it better, were stuck with. But, they can't just walk away as the winner gets to choose the match type, which could be a huge advantage heading into the match this Sunday. One thing is for sure, with the rivalries building between the people involved in this match, and all these egos, anyone could walk away the winner.
NIN Horror & JT Blade
vs.
Simz & Stare
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DEADLINE
Monday
October 2nd
11pm (EST)[/center][/b]

[brockandsable]

That opening sequence was nice, Stare. From lawsuit to match stip. Nice.

And we haven't seen Stare wrestle in ages. Looking forward to the promo....

Good luck, J.

[Simz]

Ben Jenkins ( nothin against you chilly, just a n00b vote)

J

Simz and Stare (dream team ;D)

[Faster Pussycat!]

Chilly
Reaper
NIN Horror

[eCo]

Ben Jinkins

J man

Soundsream and Cactus

[Spackle]

Chilly
Reaper
Ninny & Teej

[Stare]

Chilly
Soul Reaper
Simz & Stare

[The Great JT]

Ben "The Rebel" Jenkins
_the j-man
JT Blade and NIN Horror

Promo to come. I get top billing.

[_the j-man]

Ben "The Rebel" Jenkins
_the j-man
Simz & Stare

[Keith Williams]

Like E2 said, good opening there Stare. Like how Spackle was able to put one over on the J-Man. But honestly, J vs Reaper. That is a match i been looking forward to seeing since I first arrived in P2P. Can't wait to read the promos from both of them. That should had been your main event instead of the 3 team tag match..

[Stare]

It may be. I reorder the shows based on what I have to have happen with storylines.

I've debated making it the main event, but the three-way with the guys in the Main Event at the PPV should be in the main spot for the preview at least.

[diddlysquat]

Jenkins
J-Man
Soundscream and Cactus

[Cactus]

Chilly

Reaper

Cactus and Scream

[Scream]

October 1st, 2006
London England, Kingsbury High School

The scene opens to a blustery fall morning. Leaves have begun changing from their green to reddish brown hues. Scream is seen among the masses at a high school football game.

Scream to fan

Took me awhile to find an American football game out here.

Fan

Our football is much different than your football but we do have americanized football.

Their attention turns as a player from Kingsbury catches a 75 yard bomb and positions them at the oppenents 10 yard line.

Scream

That was a bomb. Kind of like the bomb set on me for tomorrow's BLITZ! And the biggest swerve is that I didn't even get to pick my opponent. That good for nothing pest Cactus had to stick his nose in my business again.

There is a whistle as Kingsbury is moved back 10 yards on a penalty.


Scream

As I sit here I salavate. I'm hungry to get my hands on a certain few in this match. So, I starve myself until I can eat. I starve myself until I get into that ring and taste the succulent taste of revenge. And for the others... if you have done your homework you'd stay the fuck away from me. Because a hungry Scream is dangerous.

NIN & JT Blade

I'll get to Ninny in a moment. JT, looks like you got roped into something you want no part of. We've met once before and the outcome wasn't the outcome you had visoned. If you step in my path you will get burned, guaranteed. I suggest you don't even show up because if you do your stay in London will be a nightmare.

Now, your partner on the other hand I'm more interested in. I have been waiting since Sole Survivor to get my hands around your puny, insignificant neck. I have been waiting since Sole Survivor to take back what you stole. Hey champ, enjoy the few days of glory that comes with my belt, because it's over soon. I guaranteed I'd beat you at Final Verdict. Which should make you think, why would Scream be so bold as to guarantee a victory? Let's just consider this match an appetizer before the meal. We have a lot of unfinsihed business and the beginning of the end of your title reign begins tonight.

The crowd cheers as #33 for Kingsbury runs up the gut for a touchdown.

Simz & Stare

Now on to tag team number 2. Looks like Simz really does have the luck of the Irish. Looks like there is gold under your rainbow afterall. Unfortunately, that's the only gold you'll ever see. Congrats, on getting the "King of Kings," for a partner. Hey Stare, old buddly ole pal. How's it hanging? Yeah we have history, and history always finds a way of repeating itself doesn't it? You have an agenda. Your agenda is Cactus. You want Cactus, get him. Think I fucking care. But do it on your own god damn time. See your tiff with Cactus is interfering with my plan. So do yourself a favor and settle your business with Cactus elsewhere. Because I won't hesitate taking your ass out as well.

Scream's stomach grumbles and he pats it

Hear that Simz? I'm hungry...In fact I'M STARVING TO GET MY HANDS ON YOU. You meddled in my affairs once and it cost me MY TITLE. Who the fuck do you think you are? Hitting me in the head and thinking I wouldn't get back up? Last time I couldn't get back up was when Soul Reaper tossed me off a house. I got back up and I roared. I got back up and I tossed 9 Blitz superstars over the top rope to become the longest reigning Blitz World Champion ever. So where does that leave us? Simz, you're dead meat. Because I'm back on my feet and I'm roaring. I'd hide behind the "King of King's" robe, I'd hide and watch as I systematically take out anyone who gets in my way. Watch Simz, just watch. And if and when I do get my hands on you. Let's just say my stomach may stop grumbling.

a whistle blows as the official motions that there are 4 more minutes left in the game

That leaves me with one more part of the puzzle. One more twist in this game....

CACTUS

Why would you sign that contract? I ripped that contract up, threw it away and you snatched it up real quick didn't you? The past we've had? If anything you'd want to stay away from me. In fact I'd say that I'm your lucky number 13. Wait a minute... 13 isn't supposed to be lucky, is it? I mean wasn't it I who beat you for your International Title? Wasn't it I who stole your chances of becoming World Champion by eliminating you at BLITZ Breakdown? And wasn't it I who beat you once again in your element, a barbed wire hell in a cell match to once again steal your chance at stardome?

the crowd is on it's feet as Kingsbury pushes the ball to their opponents 5 yard line. There are no time outs and they are down by 6 points.

Scream

So Cactus, what's the deal? Is it because you too have an agenda with Stare? Or is it something else. Are you hungry again? Are we seeing glimpses of the old hungry wolf? Cactus, I came to London to get this done on my own. But what will NIN, JT Blade, Stare and Simz do if, and I mean IF, two hungry, vicious, competitors see eye to eye for one night. Will we work as a team or will it be like history suggests?

Scream closes his eyes

Voice

Scream is in the pocket rolling out. The defensive coordinator has sent a BLITZ! Stare, NIN, JT Blade and Simz are rushing in on Scream. He rolls out left. Cactus is wide open in the endzone. Will Scream throw him the ball, will he throw him the ball?

[Scream]

Chilly Willy
Scream and Cactus
j-man--- tough one, I think J needs this more right now

[The Great JT]

My promo.

Scene opens backstage, near the ring. J.T. Blade and Cornelius are walking towards the ring. A young autograph seeker comes towards J.T.

Cornelius: Whoa, step off, boy. Step away...
J.T. Blade: Tame it, Cornelius.

J.T. approaches the autograph seeker.

J.T.: What do you want, kid?
Autograph Seeker: Uh, you'd know, wouldn't you? Where's Stare's locker room?

J.T. sneers at the kid, grabs his notepad and rips it in half! J.T. then picks up a torn piece of notepad, rips the pen from the kid's grip and signs it "Go To Hell, Your P2PW Fanatic Champion, J.T. Blade".

J.T.: That's for free! Now get out of here before I really lose my temper!

The kid runs off crying. Cornelius laughs.

J.T.: Shut up! Come on, let's get back to business.

The scene switches to ringside. Anything But Down hits as J.T. Blade and Cornelius make their way to ringside. J.T. looks at the London crowd with animosity. Cornelius yells at the crowd. J.T. rolls into the ring and grabs a mic as Cornelius steps into the ring. The crowd start chanting "JT Sucks". J.T. rolls his eyes and waits for the crowd to subside.

J.T.: London!
Crowd: What?!
J.T.: I am your P2P Fanatic Champion, and you are my minions!

(Crowd boos and chants "JT Sucks". J.T. laughs.)

J.T.: You know, I met Queen Elizabeth II yesterday. We talked, I insulted her vagina and joked about taking over Britan and enslaving you all, you know, that stuff.

(The crowd starts booing loudly. The camera zooms in on a sign that reads "JT Must Die".)

J.T.: Now then, it seems to me that our World Champion Jackass, NIN Whore-or, doesn't seem to highly of me. Well then, let's see how good you do WITHOUT the People's Chamion, the champion of these very peons!

(J.T. snickers. The crowd continues to chant "JT Sucks".)

J.T.: However, I WILL be at ringside. Watching you flop around like a beached whale as you go belly-up in defeat! But wait, I'm trying to think of the incompetent fool who, until last week, refered to HIMself in the third-person. Oh, that's right, Diddly Squat! Diddly Squat, THAT is just what you are compared to me, DIDDLY SQUAT! NOTHING! NADA! A BIG, FAT ZILCHO! Compared to me, you are an insect, one which I will take pleasure in crushing under my foot!

(Cornelius whispers something to J.T.)

J.T.: You've got a lot of balls talking about a raise! Cornelius, I hired you to make keep the rabble-rousers at bay. You have failed to do that! I mean sure, you decked Ashton Kucher, but...

(J.T. kicks Cornelius in the stomach and hammers him with the Mark Of The Sword!)

J.T.: You're fired! Get the hell out of my ring, get the hell out of my arena, and get the hell off of what will soon be my country!

Anything But Down again hits as J.T. Blade leaves with a satisfied smile on his face and the crowd chanting "JT Sucks". Paramedics attend to Cornelius as J.T. heads to the back. In the back, Barry Bryant walks up to J.T.

Barry Bryant: J.T., baby, sweetheart! That display out in the ring was malicious, despicable, cruel and blasphemous to the British crown!
J.T.: Thank you. I was going for that. Excuse me, I have plans tonight with some ladies who are VERY interested in meeting a true superstar.

J.T. walks into the parking lot and steps into his 1930 Cadillac Limo. The limo speeds off as the scene fades.

Pardon the shortness and the lack of mention of opponents, but since NIN was so against HIS champion being his partner, I decided against even competing.

[Cactus]

Outside the arena thousands of fans are waiting in the cold for a glimpse of the many P2PW Blitz superstars. A limo pulls up and as the camera pans round we see a figure hidden in the shadows, I brief illumination from a cigarette lights his face, but it is soon lost in the sea of faces. The limo door opens and the International champion Soul Reaper stalks out to a mixed reaction there cheers and boos mixed.

A beat up bright blue Pinto pulls up and the Fanatic Champion JT Blade steps out and the crowd all start to make noise like crickets. JT looks like he is about to cry and walks into the building with his head hung low, a defeated man.

Another limo pulls up and the crowd goes wild as we see SoundScream standing up in the back with his torso sticking out of the moonroof. He is waving towards the crowd as a chant starts:

NEXT WORLD CHAMP
NEXT WORLD CHAMP
NEXT WORLD CHAMP
NEXT WORLD CHAMP



Scream starts bowing towards the crowd and applauding them, he gets out of the limo and poses for some photo’s with fans and signs a few autographs as he walks towards the security gate, once inside he walks towards the door when suddenly he is grabbed by an unknown assailant and pulled into the shadows.


SoundScream“What the fuck”

He grabs the would be assailant, then as quickly as he grabs him he lets him go. The camera pans to the attackers face and we see the battle scarred face of Cactus.

SoundScream“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

Cactus takes a drag of the cigarette, flicks in against the wall causes sparks to fall on SoundScream’s shoulder, he then blows the smoke into his face.

Cactus“Listen up you prick, I saw your vignette, you want to know if I can carry the ball so to speak. I signed that contract for one reason, and one reason only, I want to get my hands around Stare’s throat. I don’t give a fuck about you or our past. That’s all water under the bridge, I don’t like you but I respect you and I know if I give you my word that I wont screw you, deep down you know it’s the truth.”

Scream seems to ponder this for a moment, he looks undecided then speaks.

SoundScream“I know I would rather slap your face than your hand, but I believe you, I will take your word, but remember the past, you try anything funny tonight I will stuff your head so far up your ass you will be able to see your own kidneys.”

Scream looks into Cactus’s eyes for a second then walks through the door to the backstage area. The camera tries to follow but Cactus drags him back. He pulls a packet of Marlboro’s out of his shirt pocket and lights up.

Cactus“Scream I trust but tonight I am out for blood, I am not bothered by the so called “peoples champion JT Blade, to be honest he is about as useful as a fart in a wetsuit. Yeah he holds gold, but as soon as he faces someone worthwhile that gold will be gone quicker than Barry Bryant when it’s his round at the bar.

His tag partner believe it or not I have no trouble with. Yeah I know NiN is the champ and that is ultimately where I want to end up, but life has taught me never look to far into the future. Besides Scream will be too busy smashing his face in for me to worry about.

The same can be said for that jumped up little Irish bastard, he thinks that since he came to the big leagues here on Blitz he can mix it up with the big boys. Tonight will be a real eye opener for him, he is in so far over his head that when it comes crashing down on him he will need a spatula under him to get back up.”

Cactus pauses, looks thoughtful for a moment, then drags on his cigarette and begins to talk blowing smoke out of his mouth and nose as he speaks.

Cactus“That brings me to the final competitor, Floorstare. Now I admit I signed the contract before you, as I wanted Scream to have someone watch his back, as I said before, I don’t like him but I respect him. Then I find out that I will be able to get my hands on you, before the PPV and that was just the icing on the cake. But tonight you will be on your own, no big bad Soul Reaper to blindside me, your on your own with me tonight an I will make you pay. You think by hitting me with two by fours and the such you are going to hurt me. You little cocksucker, you think by hitting me with a little piece of wood that it will break me?

Tonight you find out what the lone wolf is all about, you will feel my hands around your throat and just before you black out the image that will be burned into your retinas will be my face, smiling as you lapse into unconsciousness.”

Cactus pushes the camera and walks off, the camera turns to get a shot of Cactus and he is rewarded with the lone wolf’s silhouette framed in the full moon.

[Stare]

YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT LURKS IN THE DARKNESS . . .

We see Stare leaning up against what we can only assume is a wall. His surroundings are almost pitch-black, but there are numerous noises ringing. But, Stare's voice still resounds over the clanking of what appears to be metal as he looks into the camera and speaks

Stare: I was told the only way I could see my dark side is to reside in the darkness . . .

Stare looks around as he turns his head and looks the other way. The sounds of air blowing and whistles sounding leaves his location to the imagination as he looks back up at the camera

Stare: Now, when I say dark side, I'm not talking about the kind that Darth Vader posessed. Darth Vader's dark side left him, and what did he get for his coming to terms with his emotions? He got his ass fried! Darth Vader was a pussy because he abandoned the very thing that made him a God among men. I have kept myself out of the ring for quite some time now in hopes of finding this darkness in me and . . . . falling in love with it.

Stare begins to laugh softly as he looks down with a huge grin. He looks back up

Stare: Soul Reaper has been trying to teach me how to find that Satanic side of me and embrace it, and fuel it, and then unleash it! He has been bringing out all the years of frustration in me, and he's been showing me just how brutal I can get! And, at Final Verdict, I will reveal my sick nature to the man who claims to be the sickest of them all, Cactus!

But tonight, I get to give a preview of what's to come. I get to give a preview of what will control Blitz! in the near future. And the best part about it is that I'm going to preview it to a World Champion, a former World Champion, a Fanatic Champion, and Cactus. As for the other man in the match, my partner, I will make it simple for you. Leave it to me. Simz, you are just a pawn to get me a taste of Cactus before the ppv, and if you know what's good for you, you will lean in that corner and let me take care of my opposition and yours.

Stare pauses a bit as he regains a bit of composure that he seemed to be losing

Stare: . . . and maybe I hadn't thought the importance of this match through. All this time, I have been looking for a way to get my World Title back, and now it is right here in front of me. I will potentially step into the ring with the World Champion himself. And, as much as I'd love to build the title up, the man that is carrying it makes doing so impossible. NIN Horror, you are a joke. I don't have to think of a poetic way to explain just what I think of you to you. It's as simple as a 4-word phrase. You are a joke. You walk around with your nose in the air because you defeated SoundScream at Sole Survivor? You must have forgotten that I have beaten his pansy-ass twice! Beating SoundScream is like taking candy from a baby. Actually, taking the title from SoundScream would be like taking candy from a baby, cause as soon as it's gone, the crying and bitching ensues. So, beating Soundscream is like . . . beating a baby. It takes no strength, and it's really simple to do when the opposition doesn't know shit about defending itself.

I would say on to SoundScream, but I think I made my point. You are a joke, and if you make it a point to get in my way, you'll be suffering your third loss at my hands. The fact that you think your winning the title had anything to do with talent is laughable. You should be dropping to your knees and thanking God that an outside interference distracted your opponent, or you wouldn't have been so lucky. Heaven forbid you have to actually earn by defeating an actual champion like us previous champions have!

Stare smirks as he taps his head

Stare: Ah yes, the last name . . . Cactus. Cactus, all I have to say to you is if you don't have religion, get it! Tonight will only be a preview of what I have in store for you. If I were you, I would do the smart thing and stay out of the ring when I'm in it, cause I will waist no time beating your ass into the ground until there is very little left. And, the only reason there will be very little left is so I can still get that PPV Paycheck after Sole Survivor, otherwise I would stomp it into the ground tonight!

Stare clasps his hands together

Stare: So . . . now that I have given my thoughts on everyone in the match, I have something I'd like to show you.

Stare turns around and reaches up as the cameraman speaks

Cameraman: Ummmm, what about JT Blade?

Stare turns around with a perplexed look

Stare: Who?

Cameraman: He's the Fanatic Champion, and he . . .

Stare interrupts

Stare: Yeah yeah, I know who he is dumbass! That was my thoughts on JT . . . "Who?". JT Blade is a joke, and he's not worth the paper I wipe my ass with, much less the ever-defining words that come out of my mouth. Now, as I was . . .

Stare pulls the blackness down to reveal a rusty wall. The camera pans up to see a walkway and around the see water heater's, furnaces, and various objects. It pans back down to Stare as he smirks

Stare: It has never been my style to stand in the darkness, Cactus, you should know this by now. I've always loved the spotlight too much. But, I do feel a strance comfort in such a unnerving atmosphere. But, Where am I and why am I here? I was thinking to myself the other day, "What is the best way to humiliate Cactus?", and then it occured to me. Your hero is Mick Foley! So, why not come down to this Boiler Room and issue the challenge. That's right, what say we make our match at Final Verdict a Boiler Room Brawl! I'll embarass you in the very place that your hero made famous.

Stare rolls the black curtains up and folds them over his arm as he looks into the camera

Stare: Now, I'll let you ponder that one. In the meantime, the King of Kings has some "business" to prepare for . . .

Stare smirks as he walks off as the camera focuses in on all the dangerous objects in the Boiler Room

[_the j-man]

Our scene opens up inside the Arena for tonight's Blitz! event. As we are panning through the area we hear that very familiar voice in the background as he is screaming that _the j-man has been screwed over yet again tonight. The camera turns to the right as we see Smokey standing in front of _the j-man who has a huge mark around his throat from the earlier attack by Spackle.

Smokey:
I'm telling you man! This is it! This is the big one! Spackle thinks he pulled a fast one on you son. He thinks that by giving you this match-up that you're going to fall flat on your face and choke away this oppurtunity.

_the j-man:
First of all! Why the fuck do I even have to face this guy again? Haven't I already beaten Soul Reaper in a P2PW ring. Haven't I already proved to everyone that I'm a legit superstar in P2PW?! This is some more biased bullshit coming around from P2PW and their management!

_the j-man is seen standing up as he has a very distracted look on his face. We watch Smokey pull out a small fan from his pocket and turn it on. It places it towards _the j-man's face who is sweating from the encounter before this and he isn't a happy person.

_the j-man:
My list is set out and very clear, Smokey. Very clear! Spackle doesn't like the fact that I showed him how a true pimp acts in a Wrestling Arena?! Did he not get the beating I first gave him? Now he wants to go make a deal with Barry Bryant, threaten people with a lawsuit because he thinks it's funny?! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! This is more white-man bullshit being spewed around this entire disjointed area. It's fucking disgusting. Completely and utterly disgusting!

_the j-man now looks towards the camera as his face is extremely focused. He's not the happy camper right now as he can't believe what he has to go through at this very moment in time.

_the j-man:
I know you're watching and listening to this Spackle. But you made a big fucking mistake here pal. You made one of the biggest mistakes in your entire career, all you wanted to do is make a mockery of the situation, you wanted to take a serious attack from me and turn it into some sideshow. That's where you and your butt-buddy NIN Horror might have in common, but I'm for real, I don't play fucking games. When I do something, I'm serious. At Final Verdict, I'm going to make sure that it'll be your very last match on P2PW Blitz! I'm going to make sure that you're going to wish that you never even fucked with this man. Watch out in the ring what I do to Soul Reaper. Just go out there and watch! You won't be disapointed.

Smokey:
SPEAK THE TRUTH! Spackle, you had to go and fuck-up now didn't you?! All that pink hair-dye slipped into your brain and now you don't even know what the fuck your doing, let alone thinking about it carefully. You messed with _the j-man! _the j-man, the most charismatic wrestler in P2PW and then there is you, the lamest sidekick in wrestling history! But, that's not what this is about this is about...

We watch Smokey back-up and get excited as he gets ready to mimmick someone. And then he does his best Grim Reaper impression as he starts laugh which gets a small chuckle out of _the j-man

Smokey:
Death himself, the International Champion, the man who gets to make his decision, the man who shouldn't be making that decision. That's right! SOUL REAPER! The man who lost his chance to be Fanatic Champion against _the j-man! The very same man that will walk into Blitz! and defeat Soul Reaper in that ring 1... 2... 3...

_the j-man:
It's truly funny to me, that I get to go up against Soul Reaper. Another one of my famous rivalries from all over the world. It only seems fitting that right before Final Verdict, Reaper and I are going up against each other. But I noticed something awkward... No International Title or Final Verdict spot on the line, that's when you know P2PW Management is really trying to screw over the Black Man. Reaper, I know you and I know you're a fighting champion. Though I find it strange that once you're put into a match against me that you're going to put your tail between your legs and just accept it for what it is... Are you afraid I'll take your International Championship, are you afraid that I'd take your spot for Final Verdict?! Of course you are because the last time we met in that ring, you were shoved off a ladder into the seats of the P2PW Fans. YOU WERE DOMINATED! I walked out with the Fanatic Championship, I've been on a roll in P2PW ever since. To this day no one has been able to defeat me one-on-one, not a single god-damn person!

_the j-man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a t-shirt in his hand. He grins and then turns his attention towards the camera as he shows the shirt it reads, "DEATH INCARNATE" and then _the j-man starts laughing as he then spits on the t-shirt and throws it to the ground.

_the j-man:
You want to say that you or I might have respect for each other... No I just wanted to make that clear, no way! Not only do I not respect you Soul Reaper, but I'm going to make sure when we go up against each other that I embarrass you in-front of all the fans. I'm going to make sure that when you head into Final Verdict you'll be on the losing end and in that case people will start to question, "Well if Reaper cannot defeat _the j-man then can he even defeat the Champion of his Choice?!" Hell no! So, Reaper. What's it going to be at the end of the day, tap-out or pinfall? The choice is really yours, because once I'm through with you by the end of the night and Smokey is raising my hand high into the air telling all the rich scum-bags watching the show will now that I'm the best wrestler that P2PW has to offer, I'm just being held down by a white-man in a fuckin' ugly ass imitation suit. This is what it's going to come down to Reaper, tap-out or pinfall, I just want you to know again that those are your final choices, your final decision... YOUR FINAL VERDICT!

Smokey:
AND WHY WILL SOUL REAPER BE CRYING LIKE A BABY AT THE END OF THIS MATCH?! WHY WILL SOUL REAPER BE HUNTING DOWN SPACKLE AFTER THIS EVENT?! WHY WILL SOUL REAPER BE BEATING THE PINK OUT OF SPACKLE'S HAIR?! WHY WILL SOUL REAPER LOSE TO _THE J-MAN AT BLITZ?!

_the j-man:
Oh well you know, it's because... I'M A BLACK MAN!!!

_the j-man gets into the camera's lens as he screams his famous quote, he backs up with a smug look on his face. As Smokey is jumping up and down like Jimmy Hart as we hear him scream, "BELIEVE THAT!" Smokey then jumps out of the frame as _the j-man looks back down at the t-shirt, he picks it up and laughs for a second. Then _the j-man tosses the t-shirt in the trash can as the camera moves closer to the view and zooms in for second, camera then fades out to black.

[Simz]

The scene opens to Simz and Claudius walking up a corridor.

Claudius
Is this a good idea?

Simz
Yes, of course it is.

Claudius
But seriously why do you need to talk to him. The guy has a huge
ego, you guys are the only team going into tonights main event that at least have an 'understanding'. You really want to ruin that?

Simz
Trust me I'm not going here to try and pick a fight. I just need to talk to him about the match, I know the other teams are barely on speaking terms but that doesn't mean they don't have a chance of winning. This match means a lot to me, I want the edge going into Final Verdict. So if that means I have to talk to stare, then I will.

They both stop at a door, know then enter.

Simz
Hey Stare, hows it going? You all ready for the big main event?

Stare
What the hell do you want?

Simz
Can a man not talk to his tag partner before such an important match?

Stare
Look kid, I know this must he huge for you and all. But honestly cut the crap and tell me why you are here?

Simz
Alright then, I'll get to the point. Look man, this isn't just your normal tag match. What we have tonight is a three way tag match with the winner getting to choose the stipulation for the main event at Final Verdict. So I've come here to check out that we are cool going into this match?

Stare laughs and looks at Simz.

Stare
Like I said last week, all I want is cactus. You can take on the other 'main eventers'.

Simz
In all honesty, that doesn't give me any reassurance. That's pretty selfish if you ask me.

Stare
Well you know what? Nobody asked you, your lucky you've got me as a partner in the first place. The only reason you came in here was to make sure I was going to be a team player for you! So I would watch out who you are calling selfish. Honestly, like who are you anyway? One minute you were beating women by default the next second you've main evented both shows and going for what should be my world title belt. The standards have really slipped in P2PW.

Simz
Big talk from a mid-card has-bein!

Stare
It seems like little Simz is talking out of his ass again. Simz beats spackle one week after getting his ass handed to him on a plate 3 weeks in a row on TNT suddenly makes him deserving of being in the main event. Some assholes never change.

Simz
You know what, I don't care if you try and screw me over or not tonight. I even hope we lose. Because then I can go into Final Verdict with a disadvantage and all the odds against me and still come out on top. Just to show you that you should show respect to you superiors and that I am, 'The Greatest One man show on earth!'......Bitch!

Simz storms out of the room, shortly followed by Claudius.

[KillerSundin (Formerly HBK)]

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

The scene opens to an empty hockey rink with the Zamboni wheeling around the ice. There is only one person in the stands and he is wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. It goes to a close-up of that person and it is the Canadian Icon. He smiles at the camera and begins to speak.

Chilly Willy- Talk about stereotypes eh? A Canadian at a hockey game. Well America and England are full of stupid stereotypes. I mean, you Brits honestly have the worst teeth and general hygiene in the world. You guys have the dumbest prime minister in Tony Blair. Why? It's quite simple, he's British. You will find that funny once you know what politics are. I have heard a lot of criticism from Britain about not joining it's mother and sister over in Iraq well, it is a useless war. One of greed and lies. We have done enough for you on the world stage. We single handedly won World War One when you troops couldn't fight and guess who saved the Netherlands in the next war? We did! Not Britain and definitely not the USA. Adding on to that, we were the only ones to accomplish our mission on D-Day. We held the World-wide AIDS conference in Toronto that brought the world together for a goal. Now we get spat on by you ungrateful pieces of shit because we aren't like the States. Well we don't need you anymore. We are one of the only universally liked countries in the world and you aren't.

Chilly Willy gets up and walks to the stairs and starts to walk down them.

Chilly Willy- Let's get right down to business. I asked for a warm-up match tonight but I wasn't expecting a punching bag. I needed someone who I would spend more than five minutes in the ring with. This Ben "Rebel" Jenkins is a jobber. Nothing more, nothing less. If he can't face the facts then you will have your have your career ended by someone like me or Reaper. That's right, I gave Reaper a compliment. He has terrorized this federation for a long time but now his time is up. Not even your bitch Stare can help you this Sunday at Final Verdict as the greatest International champ of all time takes on Soul Reaper one on one for the previously stated title. Yes I am confident that I will be victorious once again seeing as I am the only one to have beaten him for that title. Ducking E2's challenges and hiding behind a half-decent competitor at best is not a good choice considering that I have all the skill it takes to beat you again and again just like Canada does in hockey.

Chilly Willy stops and looks around. The camera follows his head. He snarls at the American flag next to the Canadian flag.

Chilly Willy- It's disgusting to see that filth beside our flag. But I save the worst for last so I won't rant about them today. Instead, I will say my usual ending bit. It doesn't matter if it's Canada vs. England or Chilly Willy vs. Ben Jenkins or Chilly Willy vs. Reaper I will be victorious considering that I am smarter than all of you can win my match. I don't care if you think you are a rebel or if you take souls I can see right through it and do what Britain did to it's image. Bury it! That my friends is how a professional does it so learn from it. You just might win.

Chilly Willy picks up a puck and leaves through the back door. The camera pans out to the scoreboard as it shows a score of one and one. Meaning that Chilly Willy has a score to settle Sunday.

Fin

Chilly Willy
Soul Reaper
Scream and Cactus

[Reaper]

The shot opens to the jampacked arena here in London, England. The crowd still somewhat filing in at this point as well, as BLITZ has yet to open. A dark match finishes with some locals trying out. A young kid with a blonde mohawk picks up a win via some crazy flipping arial move. As the loser leaves the ring, and the young kid celebrates, the arena goes dark. Seconds later, "Down" blasts over the speakers as the stage lights flicker red. Soul Reaper steps out from the curtain, and makes his way to the ring with a microphone in hand. The kid that just won is frozen with fear in the ring as Soul Reaper just looks at him, he then drags him to the middle of the ring with him.

Reaper-"Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and advancing to another tryout sometime in the near future.... some, little punk. Congratulations kid, you have a small chance of making it to the big times. But forget that shit, I'm not out here for your punk ass. I came out here for the only reason Blitz even matters.... thats right, me. Without me, P2PW wouldn't have a 'Blitz' brand, because I graciously sold the name and likeness. But enough about that... I figured, I'd come out here and tell all of you people why it is that _the j-man is a whiny little faggot. Ya hear me, kid?"

The kid looks at Reaper and slowly nods in agreement. Reaper looks at the kid and shakes his head.

Reaper-"Listen, dude, you need to calm down just a tad. I mean, I can understand how shocked you are that I haven't killed you yet, but really... just chill out. Had I wanted to take you out, you'd be getting airlifted out of here to a local hospital.... Well say something!!"

Kid-"H...h...hi."

Reaper looks again at the kid as he struggles to get that out of his mouth. He shrugs and puts the mic to his mouth again.

Reaper-"Ok, enough with the small talk. Ok, so you know who I am right?"

Kid-"Yes sir, of course, you're Soul Reaper. You are currently the International Champion of p2pw.... not to mention the World Heavyweight Champion of ELITE. Its a real hono......."

Reaper doesn't let him finish that statement as he cuts him off and takes the mic away from him leaving.

Reaper-"Yeah, yeah, yeah... thats great. Ok, big shot.. do you know who I'm facing tonight?"

Kid-"Of course, sir, you're facing _the j-man, in a non title match. He's co-owns ELITE outside of storylines and also was the first ever Fanatic Champion. He is an FHT Hall of Famer with a bunch of titles held in that company.... But he and LBM walked out on them and started ELITE...."

Again, Reaper takes the mic away from the rambling kid, and takes a few steps to the side and begins to talk again.

Reaper-"That's right, rookie, exactly what I wanted to hear. _the j-man is a multiple champion all over the world and even half owns a successful promotion, that eminates from this country. He's a hall of famer in a fed that refuses to die, no matter how dead it looks and is by appearance, and was graciously crowned the first ever P2PW Fanatic Champion. He's going down in the history books as a hell of a performer already... and he's got all the talent in the world.... So, WHY is it that all I ever hear from him is that he's being held back or held down? Its not like anybody is going around here calling him a filthy nigger or worthless porchmonkey.. no. As a matter of fact, this little bitch has gotten opportunities handed to him, left and right... but no matter what, he cries about being discriminated against. What the fuck more do you want? Complete ownership or booking power?...Oh wait, nevermind. Instead of being happy that you're being given all of these oppurtunities to shine, you've been busy running your cock polisher about how you're mistreated and how you have a special hitlist. Newsflash, dipshit, nobody cares about your Skin color. I mean lets just look at it logically shall we... this company is racist... but E2 has got a shot at the world title and at every turn has been made to look good, no matter how ignorant he happens to be, and he's as dark as they come. For once, could you please SHUT THE FUCK UP, and do your goddamn job. Maybe, thats been the problem, your fucked up attitude has kept you from getting a title shot. Again.. SHUTTING THE FUCK UP just might do you some good, but thats on you. You can be a jackass or you can continue acting like a goddamn child at every turn. Now, Kid, what's _the j-mans biggest claim to fame here?"

Reaper turns back to the kid who is still scared but he leans to the microphone and gives his respose

Kid-"He's not been defeated in a one on one match here, in the p2pw."

Reaper-"Thats absolutely correct. Good for you... you may now leave."

The Kid hesitates for a minute and then Reaper stomps in his direction and the kid runs out of the ring as fast as he can, tripping himself up in the ropes as he exits the ring.

Reaper-"So _the j-man is undefeated, but lets look at why shall we. He's faced a bunch of nobody's in one on one matches. And his biggest one on one match was against Nation... who decided that he'd rather fucking quit this company and not give his 100% best for you people... the fans.. and subsequently since we're here, his countrymen that helped make him the star that he was. Since then he's had a pretty easy bunch of matches. Until he faced myself and other whiny little hasbeen hack, SoL in a 3-way ladder match for the lowest of the low on the totum pole. The Fanatic Championship. A title that I was first to declare that I didn't want any part of because I knew it would hold me back. I knew that having that title would mean little or nothing in the grand scheme of things, and here I am... I didn't want it, and thusly didn't really put forth my best in that match... and _the j-man wins it...and did what? Nothing. He sat on the lower rung of the match cards close to curtain jerk status with a nothing title, and was going nowhere fast. So this chamber comes around... he's not booked for it, so I do him a big fucking favor and take Stare out of the match. He replaced Stare, and not once did I ever get a fucking thank you from that little cocksucker. Nope, he gloated about how he'd go in and destroy everybody though, much like E2, talking trash to make themselves look tougher than they are. But what happened? _the j-man was out of it for most of his time in the chamber, and while he got E2 out of the match, he didn't last too much longer either. And what does that add up to folks? Another missed opportunity because of his stupid ass attitude. He figured it'd be a cake walk and he wound up getting taken out like a punk."

Reaper looks around and laughs at _the j-man a little, as he mocks him a little bit. He then walks over to the ropes and leans on them. Half facing the camera he continues.

Reaper-"So, now here we are, one of the most anticipated match ups for quite some time, and you've come out talking out of your ass ONCE AGAIN. Because as we've seen, this always turns out well for you. Listen, Home boy, you can try to slant whatever you want about how you've 'dominated' me in the fanatic title match, that I didn't even give 2 shits about. Or how you don't respect me.. and thats all fine and dandy. I could always come back with how I made that smug little face of yours burn in the Eletrified Cage match in ELITE and how you feared and respected the man that made you nothing more than a punk bitch with a bacon face, but theres no point. You and I both know that the only reason you run your mouth here in P2PW is because you've got a chip on your shoulder. Well you of all people should realize that I have no problem knocking that chip right off and then slamming your face down on the ground and rubbing your nose on it. You're just another loud mouthed waste of roster space that doesn't. And you wonder why you don't get the title shots... its because you're a disrespectful hood rat that hasn't earned a goddamn thing other than the beating you'll receive tonight on BLITZ! Its been far too long since somebody has shut your fucking mouth and made you feel humble. Its been too long that we've sit back and let you flap those big lips about being held down by the corporates. Well tonight, the time has come... _the j-man vs. Soul Reaper, one on one, I will show you that I am still the best this company has to offer, and after tonight you'll have no choice but to sit back and realize that you've been outmatched, overshadowed, and completely OWNED by Soul Reaper. And you wanna know why that is j.... you wanna know why?"

Reaper pauses as the crowed shouts out, "BECAUSE HE'S A BLACK MAN!" and Reaper just looks on and smirks.

Reaper-"Wrong.... because he's a DEAD MAN!"

Reaper stares at the camera with a determined look and then drops the mic and "Down" Plays once again. Reaper gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp way, completely focused on the match tonight and doesn't even acknowlege the fans as he makes his way to the back

[Reaper]

Chilly

Reaper

Simz and Stare

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=red,2,300]You are right, I have always known about man. From the evidence, I believe his wisdom must walk hand and hand with his idiocy. His emotions must rule his brain. He must be a warlike creature who gives battle to everything around him, even himself.[/glow]

*The scene opens in a very fancy Asian restaurant. It is modeled like a classic Chinese restaurant, with a strong red interior. It is filled with people, as the camera sees as it pans around. Eventually, the camera reaches a VIP-like section, where we find NIN Horror sitting alone at a table. On the table the P2PW World Championship Title is propped up, next to NIN and facing the camera. Also on the table is a bowl of white rice, a large bowl of fried rice, a plate of sushi, a Bento Box, a bottle of sake, a bottle of Kirin Ichiban shibori, a teapot, a few traditional glasses, and a bowl of egg drop soup. NIN’s bleached hair is tied back, and he is wearing a black t-shirt with a cartoon image of himself urinating on the wXw logo, with the text “Let ‘er R.I.P.” NIN is eating the food easily, switching from dish to dish, and is sipping back the tea, sake, and beer. NIN pops in a California Roll and finally notices the camera, he pauses, just staring at it, then swallows the roll. He takes a big gulp of Kirin, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and looks at the camera. *


NIN Horror: That’s one of my favorite things about being rich, I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Its funny how your diet changes as you climb up the economic ladder, when you’re poor, its cheeseburgers and two for a dollar tacos at Jack in the Box. Oh, they’ll taste good every now and then, but you can’t live off them. You must push yourself to have a better diet, just as you must push yourself to become a better fighter, so you can make more money, so you can get better food. When money no longer becomes a problem, food no longer becomes a problem, or should I say diet. When you can buy whatever you want, you no longer eat for nutrition. You don’t eat what you can eat, you eat what you want to eat. It’s funny that SoundScream should claim himself to be hungry, as if that’s supposed to make him look better. I hope he isn’t planning on winning a belt back by starving himself to death. I diet of cigarettes and coffee won’t win you any titles Scream, buy a hotdog or something.

*NIN points his finger down his mouth sarcastically, making an anorexia joke. NIN chuckles slightly and gobbles up some bites of food. He sips down the last of the soup and continues speaking. *

NIN Horror: So on the last Blitz before Final Verdict Mastadon and Barry Bryant and all those other jerks upstairs thought it’d be real funny to play a joke on The Champ. So they give everyone in the Championship triple threat a tag partner and let ‘em go at it a week before the PPV. Sounds simple enough, right? Well then they go and fuck it up for me by making JT Blade my tag team partner (again). On top of that, they pair Scream with Cactus, and toss our former boss, Stare, with that louse Simz. So this could turn into a Pier Sixer very quickly. It’s quite obvious that this match is all about strange-bedfellows, and it’s quite obvious that this is just another in a long line of managements attempts to keep me down. Why else would they put me with the biggest ass-hole in the company? They might as well of made a monkey my tag team partner.

*NIN takes a swig of sake, and takes a few bites of fried rice before continuing. *

NIN Horror: My last match in this dank hole they call P2PW was against SoundScream for this World Title here, and my match right before that? Stare and Soul Reaper against Me and … SoundScream. If I didn’t know better I’d guess that there’s some kind of conspiracy going around here against me. *wink* As if I haven’t been embarrassed enough in this company, the big bag of cunts upstairs find another way to hold me back, though, I am getting real tired of this, ‘let’s put NIN with someone he doesn’t like’ bit. Why, I should have half a mind to go find Barry Bryant and break him in half, and then go find Mastadon and push his fat ass down an elevator shaft. If I had a nickel for every time that management’s tried to screw me over, well, I’d have a whole hell of a lot of nickels, that for sure.

*NIN takes a few sips of tea, then takes a few bites of food. He takes a swig of Kirin, and continues. *

NIN Horror: So let’s get on to this week’s opponents, shall we. First we have the smallest threat of the bunch, Cactus. Now I know this guy’s done a lot in p2p, but you know what he’s done lately? Nothing. Cactus has not done anything of mention for the last year, at least. The only thing he’s done that even warrants attention is eliminating _the j-man from the Blitz Breakdown match, thus handing SoundScream the World Title. Cactus is no more threatening than one of the ring boys who bounce around the ropes while they set up the stage for the show. Cactus is a joke, a garbage wrestler who has way past his prime. Cactus is more a threat to his partner than he is to me. Scratch that, Cactus isn’t really a threat to Scream, he’s more of a liability. If I get in the ring with Cactus, I can just kick him around a bit before I get bored and tag out. Cactus will probably be occupied with Stare for most of the match anyway, so why should I really care. For me, Cactus is no problem, I have his number in spades.

*NIN eats an Alaska Roll, and takes a sip of sake, then a sip of Kirin, and then continues. *

NIN Horror: Next we have Simz, the second smallest threat to me in this match. Simz, as history will only remember him, is the man who assisted me in winning the World Title. The original plan was that he’d help me win the World Title, then I’d help him win the Chamber, but Simz didn’t, and still probably doesn’t have the brain power to realize that I never had any intention of helping him with anything. As it turned out, my plans worked out as I went home with the P2PW World Title, with the littlest of effort. But the thing that everyone must realize is that I never needed Simz’ help to win the Belt, I could have squashed Scream with the laces of my boots, but I didn’t feel like putting forth the effort, no matter how small it was. Shortcuts are, and always have been a thinking man’s technique. I used Simz like a tool, I used him like a hammer, or a toaster, because that’s all that Simz is, a tool. Simz has lost five times as many title matches as I’ve even had. He couldn’t beat Red Ninja, a man I beat without breaking a sweat, on either of two occasions. He couldn’t beat E2, and now on Blitz, he can’t beat me. Simz trying to fight me is like Gerry Cooney trying to fight Godzilla. Simz’ greatest offense to me is merely being a thorn in my side, if I don’t eliminate him from living at Blitz, then I’ll do it at Final Verdict. Simz is really unfortunate that he decided to go after my title, when he jumped to Blitz, he should’ve just forgotten the whole thing and gone after an easier title to win, like the toy belt that JT has. Simz is a bug, and at Blitz, I will squash him, with my boot laces no less.

*NIN shovels in some fried rice, and washes it down with some tea. He eats a tempura something, and takes a sip of sake. He sighs, then continues. *

NIN Horror: JT Blade is a liability to me. He is my biggest problem in this match. JT said he’ll just be standing at ringside for the match, but I’d bet dollars to donuts that that whale Mastadon finds a way to fuck up his day. So not only can JT Blade get easily pinned in the match, there’s the chance that he’s dumb enough to attack me during it. Now, JT could hit me with everything he has and cause maybe just a grunt out of me, but that would most likely distract me. It could distract me and allow someone to jump on my back, or it could distract me and cause me to tare JT’s spine out through his mouth. Either way, it’s been well know for at least a year that we don’t like each other, I wouldn’t be surprised if that little gnat is still mad about me beating him in that battle royal at Wrestle Fever 2, the one where I got the shot at the World Title, which you can see here. JT has plenty of reasons to hate me, mostly because he is so jealous of me, while he is a few steps away from a jobber, I am THE Perfect Wrestler, while JT is stuck in his sad, bourgeois existence, I enjoy the finest from around the world, while JT is homely and laughable in appearance, I am akin to a Greek god. JT Blade is some schmuck off the street, while I am Perfection sculpted in Marble. JT Blade wishes he was me, but unfortunately for him, the closest he can get to me is my fists pounding him into oblivion. And now, JT, I want to say something to you personally, you should really listen to this. If you fuck this match up for me, if you lose it for me, I will kill you. I mean this with no metaphor and with no hyperbole. I will cause you to cease from being, it is actually in both yours and mine best interest that you just sit this match out. I can win this match easily without you, and I’m sure that you’d rather not be murdered right now, so just stay home or something.

*NIN nods at the camera and slowly looks back at the food, he takes some bites, and takes a sip of tea, then looks back at the camera. *

NIN Horror: One of the few people in this watch with anything resembling wrestling skill is our former boss, Stare. There are three kinds of people in this match, has-been’s, never-will-be’s, and NIN Horror. JT Blade and Simz are never-will-be’s, I am NIN Horror, of coarse, and Cactus, Scream, and Stare are all has-been’s. Stare is washed up; he is many former things, he’s our former boss, he’s a former World Champion, and he is formerly of any importance. Stare is in the same boat as Cactus, the only thing of note that he’s done recently is win the Chamber match for Soul Reaper. Stare, I think you’ve taken one too many shots to the head, because you must be delusional if you think that I’m a joke. So many months ago I was your biggest signing in the draft; so many months ago you were one of the few people around here that I could count on; and so many months ago you knew that I was the best wrestler in p2p. But now you have the audacity to call *me* a joke? Stare, I was bragging about beating Scream before I ever even stepped in the ring with him. I have never claimed myself better for having beat Scream, I have always insisted that Scream poses no threat to me. That’s the difference between us, you beat Scream twice, but those were hard fought victories, I’ve beaten Scream once, and that wasn’t even a walk in the park. Scream, you are nothing now, you are just Reaper’s “special friend”, you are in no place for a title shot, if you were chopping my leg with an ax, using all of your might, there is only the smallest of possibilities that I would notice you, no feel pain, not even feel annoyance, I would just *maybe* notice you. That is what kind of insignificant spec you are, you have no place in my business, but if you get in my way, without any hesitation I will obliterate you down to the very last ion. Stare, insult me again and you’ll find Your Own Private Armageddon.

*NIN again slowly looks away from the camera, and then continues eating. He finishes off the fried rice, and all the sushi rolls. He gulps down the last of the sake, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and looks at the camera. *

NIN Horror: And now we come to final little tête de merde in this match, SoundScream. The last person that I’ve fought inside a p2p ring, the former champ. Scream seems to think that this Title here is *his* title, as if it was given to Scream by Zeus himself. The fact is that Scream was given the belt by Cactus, so Scream is trippin’ balls if he thinks that he has any claim to it. Scream guarantees that he’ll win my Title back at FV, I find that very funny, considering that you guarantied to retain the belt at Sole Survivor. I take Scream’s guarantees as seriously as I take release dates for “Chinese Democracy”. Scream, you can go on and on about how I stole the Belt from you, but none of that will change the fact that I am a billion times better than you. The only reason you held this belt in the first place is because you got lucky when Cactus took out _the j-man, if he hadn’t of done that, you’d still probably be getting thrown off of houses every week. Scream, when it comes to actual wrestling ability, you are like the little bulb inside an Easy Bake Oven, and I am The Sun. Everything you’ve always wanted to be, I am, everything you’ve always thought you were, I am, and everything you’ve ever claimed to be, I am. Scream, if I don’t put you under the Earth come Final Verdict, your short and miserable existence will be reduced to that of an invalid. You won’t be able to run your ridiculous mouth, you won’t be able to step in my business, and you certainly won’t be involved with anything of the least amount of matter, as you slowly tick away the few last horrible years you have left. I will make you like dirt; I will turn your rose tinted life into that of unbearable melancholy. You will be as stagnant water, you’ll be somewhere, but the only reason you’ll still be alive is because no one has taken the minimalist of efforts to end your life. You will be the candle that hasn’t been blown out, you will be the light that hasn’t been switched off, you will be the ash that hasn’t been faded into eternity. If you make it to Final Verdict, it will be the last time that you ever get a shot at the P2PW World Title, it will be the last time you get a shot at me, it will be the last time you step in a ring, it will be the last time that you breathe. Scream, this is it for you, your Final Verdict was decided when you got a rematch for me, now, all that waits for you is your Final Days, because at the PPV, I will Finally end you. As-Salamu Alaykum.

*NIN continues eating with a stern look on his face. He takes sips of tea as the camera fades to black. *

[glow=blue,2,300]Cry when you are sad. When the tears are gone, life will move on.[/glow]

[Stare]

Hmmm, I got confused by Reaper's posts not being the last thing in the thread. Go figure. Locked