BLITZ! PREVIEW (1/16/07) - Deadline - 1/20 @ 11pm

[Stare]

LIVE! from Cobos Arena (Detroit, Michigan)

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"Watching You Die" hits as Blitz! returns to the United States as the camera pan the packed audience. Fireworks go off as the fans are cheering very loudly, but the cheering quickly dies out as "Energy" hits as Barry Bryant walks out. The fans begin to boo as Barry walks out with a huge smile and his arms flailed out to his side. He has a clipboard as the camera focuses in on the ring which has a red mat over it with a podium in the middle. Barry makes his way down to the ring as the fans continue to boo him as he walks up the steps and into the ring. The fans look on as his music cuts as he struts to the podium. Barry looks around and leans down to speak until the fans begin chanting "You suck" at him. Barry smirks as he leans over into the microphone

Barry Bryant: You can chant it all you want, because you people KNOW that I am the reason this company is still afloat.

The crowd boos as Barry smirks

Barry Bryant: I mean, think about it. Last night, I proved that what I say goes and that I'm in charge. That is why Stare has been sent packing to TNT!

The crowd cheers this as Barry looks around nodding

Barry Bryant: I also displayed my dominance for running a successful show over TNT, which is why Soul Reaper decided to stay here and fight for the World Title at WrestleFever 3!

The crowd has a mixed reaction as Barry looks on

Barry Bryant: So, it looks like Fever 3's Main Event will be a rematch from last year as Soul Reaper challenges SoundScream for the World Title!

The fans cheer the match as Barry looks on. He leans in to speak again as "School" hits. The fans begin to boo as NIN Horror and Spackle both walk out. NIN looks to be in a foul mood as both men walk straight to the ring as NIN and Spackle both slide in under the bottom rope. Barry stands his ground as NIN walks right up to him, nose to nose. The music cuts as both men are staring each other dead in the eyes as NIN Horror is handed a mic by Spackle. NIN Horror smirks at Barry as he brings the mic up to the left of his mouth keeping his eyes fixed on Barry

NIN Horror: First of all, what happened last night was nothing more than a travesty.

The fans boo as NIN looks on

NIN Horror: And it was nothing more than a mistake. A mistake that I intend to fix right here tonight!

NIN looks towards the curtain as he turns his attention away from Barry

NIN Horror: So Soundscream! You little bitch! It's 1 and 1, and I intend to put you in your place here tonight. So bring your title and give me the rematch I deserve!

Barry Bryant: Woah Woah WOAH! NIN, I make the matches, not you! So, you better watch what you say, or I'll . . .

NIN grabs Barry around the throat

NIN Horror: You'll what Barry!? I am the #1 Contender for that title because I deserve it!

Spackle walks over to NIN and asks for the mic as NIN looks at him in question. He hands the mic to Spackle as Spackle raises it to his mouth

Spackle: You know, Ninny, I'm not trying to be the on to rain on your parade, but I did win a number one contender's match at Final Verdict, and eventhough I do think you deserve a shot at the title, you're NOT the #1 Contender, I am.

NIN lets Barry go as he looks on at Spackle almost in shock. Spackle puts his arm up as NIN speaks

NIN Horror: You!? What makes you think you deserve a title shot! Why would you get a title shot over me, cause last time I checked, I was the leader and you were the lackey!

Spackle looks on at NIN as Spackle drops the mic at his side as he seems to be becoming irritated and floored by NIN's comments. NIN smirks at Spackle

NIN Horror: What? What are you going to do?

Spackle steps up to NIN as the crowd is cheering like crazy at the altercation. Both men glare at each other as the lights go out. "Down" hits as the fans boo as Soul Reaper walks out. The lights come back on and the music cuts as Soul Reaper enters the ring. He grabs Spackle's mic as Spackle looks on as Soul Reaper looks at both of them

Soul Reaper:[/b] First off, I didn't choose the World Title because Barry produces a better show. I chose the World Title because it is the belt that is rightfully mine, and the last time I challenged SoundScream for a title, it was a simple task. Secondly, neither of you two bitches are the #1 Contender, because I annihalated 9 other men in the Sole Survivor Chamber to gain that right, and neither of you two fuckers can take that away.

NIN looks on at Soul Reaper with a cocky expression

NIN Horror Well then how about you face the best? Barry, sign my World Title Match tonight, cause I'm sure Soul Reaper wouldn't have a problem facing the better man.

Barry Bryant:[/b] Well actually, NIN, you already have a match tonight.

NIN looks at Barry as Barry smiles

Barry Bryant: See, I have a problem, and I'd be more apt to give you what you want if you can do what I want. You see, Stare was sent to TNT because he couldnt fix a problem. I don't think you'll have a problem taking care of this problem, considering it was a big reason you lost last night. So, tonight, you will be going one on one with Cactus!

NIN Horror looks on with a shrug as he nods at Barry

NIN Horror: And after I dispose of this problem, you'll give me what I want?

Barry Bryant: I make no guarantees, but let's just say you'll be a lot happier than you are now if you can get that done.

NIN smiles and nods as he backs up towards the ropes. He falls out as Spackle follows him out. Soul Reaper looks on as both men exit and then he turns to Barry

Soul Reaper:[/b] Don't think you're out of my line of fire yet . . . the night is just beginning.

Soul Reaper begins to exit as Barry speaks

Barry Bryant: Ummm, Reaps? Can I call you Reaps? Of course I can, because I'M IN CHARGE! You don't leave on your own accord, you leave the ring when I tell you too!

Soul Reaper laughs to himself as he begins to step through the ropes

Barry Bryant: Wait, aren't you wondering why the fancy set-up in the ring? Surely you don't think that it had nothing to do with you!

Soul Reaper stops and steps back in the ring and crosses his arms and looks at Barry as he motions for him to go on

Barry Bryant: You see, Reaper. I know you're mad at me for not giving Stare his job back, and I know you're mad that I sent him packing since you guys were trying to "take over". But, here's the thing you probably didn't give a second thought about. Did you ever stop and wonder why I stopped helping Stare? Me and Stare were close friends, and then I just turned on him for no reason. You see, Reaper, the fact is . . . anything bad that happened to him was because I can't fucking stand you! And now that you have made your decision to stay on Blitz!, you are under my thumb once again. I OWN YOUR ASS!

Barry gets in Reaper's face as Reaper is almost taken back at Barry's intensity. Soul Reaper starts to laugh

Soul Reaper:[/b] Barry . . . if I were you, I would think long and hard about what you're doing.

Barry Bryant: I've thought it over, Reaper! In fact, the first thing I'm going to do is get that International Belt off of you!

Soul Reaper shoots out an arm and grabs Barry around the throat and lifts him up as Barry begins to struggle. Suddenly a masked man slides into the ringand slams a chair across Reaper's back. Reaper falls to his knees as Barry stands up and grabs the mic as the masked man walks over beside Barry

Barry Bryant: Soul Reaper! Meet the man that is going to take the belt off of you RIGHT HERE TONIGHT!

The masked man removes the mask to expose Reece Somers to the Blitz! Audience. They give off a mixed reaction as Reece smirks and slams the chair into Soul Reaper's head as he falls back to the mat. Reece smirks and reaches down and picks up the International Title and holds it high. He then is handed a mic by Barry as he kneels over Soul Reaper and speaks

Reece Somers: Today is the day that Blitz! will change. Never have I seen so much Immorality as when I see you. And tonight, I'm not playing for souls, I'm playing for gold! I will demonstrate what Reece Somers has come here to achieve, and that is to enforce morality. Tonight, I will take your title and expose you to the world for the joke you are!

Reece Somers slams the mic down as "Wake Up" hits as Reece exits the ring with Barry at his side

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***INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH***

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Tonight may mark the first time Soul Reaper is at a distinct disadvantage. Soul Reaper has not prepared for a challenge from The Morality Enforcer while Reece has been able to prepare himself. Tonight could mark a huge upset and a new champion as the #1 Contender for the World Title may start off his journey with a loss to a relatively new talent. Has Barry out-thought Soul Reaper?
Soul Reaper
vs.
Reece Somers[/b][/color]

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***WRESTLEFEVER 2 RECALL MATCH***[/u][/size]
One year ago, then newcomer _the j-man challenged Simz to a match at Fever 2. Simz accepted, and was well known for taking out newcomers at the time, but J seemed to have his number on that night as he walked away victorious. Tonight, it's a glimpse from the past as these two men will meet again. Who will come out on top this time?
_the j-man
vs.
SimZ

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***THE SOUND OFF***[/u][/size]
SoundScream once again has the World Title. One of the most popular faces is sitting on top again, what will he have to say concerning Final Verdict and his win?[/i]

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***MAIN EVENT***[/u][/size]
***SINGLES MATCH***[/u][/size]
At Final Verdict, NIN lost everything he had worked for after only a month of achieving it. But, it was not without controversy, as Cactus had a big say in the results of that match as SoundScream walked away victorious and once again won the World Title. NIN Horror is out for revenge and to make things right, by his thought. His first stop appears to be taking out the man who can be credited as costing him the match somewhat. Cactus is coming off a hot win himself as he defeated former 2-time World Champ, Stare. This should be a classic, brutal match as both men are not afraid to put their bodies on the line.
Cactus
vs.
NIN Horror

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DEADLINE
Saturday
January 20th
11pm (EST)[/center][/b]

[Faster Pussycat!]

Reece
Simz
NIN

[The Great JT]

Weeper
Simz
NINny

[Aladdin]

Reaper
Simz
NIN

Yes, I am allowed to vote as I'm a head booker! ;D

[Scream]

Soul Reaper
Simz
Cactus

[Spackle]

Reaper
J
Ninny

[Stare]

I received an email from Reece. He said he had no internet at home and was emailing me from a school pc. He'll will be emailing me his votes and promos as long as nothing conflicts. He is still very interested in being in the P2PW.

[Simz]

Yes I'm still alive!

Reece
Simz
NIN

[Cactus]

Reaper

Simz

Cactus

[Cactus]

A smoking, burnt ground fills the screen, as the camera moves along we see a trench cut along one side of it. As the camera drops in various people lie in various states. Some are bleeding heavily, some are unconscious, and one seems to be dead. As the camera continues along there is a lone figure in battle fatigues slowly getting bigger as the camera gets closer. It’s Cactus, his fatigues are unusual, his top is minus the sleeves, showing his heavily tattooed, and scared arms, and his hair is tied back in a loose ponytail. There are 2 other individuals in the background but because the camera is focused on Cactus and the smoke in the air we cannot tell who they are or what they look like.

Cactus takes a quick look over the top of the trench before dropping back down, he sits on an upturned crate, fishes a pack of Marlboro, cups his lighter so as not to provide a target and lights up. He looks thoughtfully at the camera while smoking, before grinding the butt out on the side of the crate as he begins to talk.

Cactus “Here we are once again, last night I faced a former world champion in a match that would have made half the roster of both TNT, and Blitz walk out rather than face me in that kind of environment. I walked out of that match bloody but not beaten, I beat Stare to help Barry get rid of that cancer and how does he repay me?

Do I get the week off? Do I get a chance to recuperate? Do I get a chance to heal? I thought I would, I mean I just made Barry’s life that much easier.

No my reward is once again come out of the trenches and face another former world champ. Tonight I walk out into no-mans land to face The New Horror Show. That is fine with me, I have been wanting to get my hands on NiN for a while now, to be honest I have wanted to face him since he came here. It has nothing to do with testing myself against one of the best the P2PW has to offer, no this is a personal to me.”

Cactus reaches to his pocket for his cigarettes again, this time he does not shield the flame on his lighter, and as a result there is an explosion close by. The camera jerks, and you hear the cameraman off screen curse but Cactus merely takes a drag on his smoke before starting to talk again.

Cactus “The reason this is personal is from day one that he and that pink haired retard got to the P2PW all they have done is bitch and moan about how they are so much better then anyone here, how they don’t want to be here, how they are being mistreated. Well all I can say to that is fuck you, you prick”

Cactus stands up and start talking, gesturing wildly, the cigarette clamped between his lips.

Cactus “I was one of the first people to join the P2PW, I helped make this company the global phenomenon it is today. You are your pink haired ass monkey should be on your knees thanking me that you even have somewhere to showcase your considerable talents. But no all we get out of you is bitch, bitch, bitch and moan, moan, moan.

For a while I just ignored it, I figured that one day you would see what a fantastic opportunity you have been given. Up until recently you were the champion of Blitz and that seemed to placate you, but now you got your ass handed to you last night, I know the bitching and moaning will start all over again.

So tonight you will step out of your trench to meet me in the middle of no-mans land, no doubt you will bring you “friend” or “life partner” with you, and I am cool with that, you know to each their own.

But once the battle commences remember one thing, remember what I done last night, and remember what happened to you last night. I beat a 2 time former champion, you are a one time former champion, plus you got your ass fried last night.

So once the smoke clears there will be only 1 body left in the centre of the ring, there will be 1 persons hand raised, and only 1 person will go back to their trench, and you are looking at that person.

And if your little “boyfriend” wants to get involved, I will have no hesitation laying him out right next to you, but for now it is once more into the breach. Lock and load NiN, cause tonight you will be savaged by the lone wolf!”

The camera starts to back again as the two people behind Cactus move up to his side, the camera is far enough away that we still cant see who they are, but they both pick up rifles and aim across no-mans land, letting their compatriot know that they have him covered as Cactus pulls his way up and slowly walks out into the smoke until all we can see of him is his silhouette in the smoke.

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=blue,2,300]Human beings have dreams. Even dogs have dreams, but not you, you are just a machine. An imitation of life. Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a canvas into a beautiful masterpiece? [/glow]

*The scene opens inside a fancy living room. The scene is lit up by a fire place glowing in the center of the screen. NIN Horror is sitting in a large chair next to a sleeping St. Bernard dog, while a woman plays with some small children. NIN is wearing a classy white pinstripe suit and a bandage on his forehead. Eventually, NIN stands up and speaks to the woman. *

NIN Horror: Delilah, take the kids upstairs, I have some things I need to say to our friends.

*The woman gathers the children and exits the scene. NIN walks over to the liquor cabinet and pulls out an unmarked crystal bottle of brandy. He pours some into a glass, takes a sip, and swirls the brandy around in the glass. NIN takes another sip and begins to speak into the camera. *

NIN Horror: Well friends, it seems as though history has repeated itself. You see, it was November 25, 2005 that Cactus first won the P2PW World Heavyweight Championship, no wait, it was SoundScream who won the belt then. You’ll have to forgive me, sometimes I forget the fact that Cactus actually won the Blitz Breakdown match for Scream. But my memory does not fail me when on January 13, 2007, Cactus once again aided in the theft of the World Title on behalf of SoundScream. It makes me wonder why everyone is so high on Scream. I mean, he’s shown us twice now that he can’t win the World Title without Cactus. I just don’t understand it, a no-talent clown like Scream cheats to win the World Title and the cows in attendance cheer for him, while I, a world renowned vet cheats to win the big one but gets booed by those idiots? If this were any other company SoundScream would have starved to death a long time ago. I put my blood and sweat into this company for two years to finally get what I deserve, just to have it stolen away by management and their boy? This is an outrage, one I will not let go unpunished. I don’t care if it takes me a week, a month, or another two fuckin’ years, I’m gonna get all those assholes back for this. Every writer, every booker, every bastard behind the helms of this kakistocracy, I’m going to have my revenge on them, one by one if need be, but I’m not going to stop until there’s an entirely different pack of jerks in the office. This crap’s gone on long enough, I’m not going to be the victim of this regime of cowards and favoritists anymore. From now on I’m marching two campaigns hand in hand, one to retrieve my World Title, and the other to depose every mongrel that’ve been holding me back since day one.

*NIN gulps down the rest of the brandy and pours a new glass. He walks over and sits back down in his chair. He takes another sip of brandy, and then sets the glass on a nearby table. *

NIN Horror: But before I move on, there’s something else I’d like to address. SoundScream, you did not beat me, so don’t get on the stick and act as if you did. You didn’t escape the cage, you were blown off it, and that’s only because you had Cactus run in for you. You did not kick my ass, you did not showcase anything resembling wrestling merit, all you did was manage to recapture that belt. If you have any balls at all, you’d give me a rematch for that belt, and not in some bullshit garbage match, but in a straight up wrestling match. You leave Cactus at home, and I’ll leave my people at home, just you and me, one fall to a finish. But I know you won’t do this, because I know you won’t man up and give me this rematch, and I know that if you did accept my challenge, you’d just have your man waiting in the back to run in and save your ass. Scream, you and I both know that you, on your own power, have not, and have never won the World Title. You did not win the Blitz Breakdown, Cactus did, and you did not win the Cage match, you ere just on the right side of it at the right time. And when it was one on one, I walked out with your title, while you were just about to be zipped up in a big black bag. You know that you can’t beat me in a real match, and I know that neither you nor management is going to give me a rematch. But that’s not going to stop me, Scream, I’m going to get you back, I’m going to kick your ass pillar to post and take my title back, if you haven’t already lost it yet. Scream, this isn’t over between us, there’s no way in the world that you’ll get rid off NIN Horror this easily. I’m going to destroy you, your career, and everything you hold dear, and I’m going to start here with Cactus. On Blitz I’m going to take out the man responsible for your title reigns, and then you won’t have anyone to save your ass for when I come after you. Scream, your second run as World Champion started to go downhill as soon as the referee declared you the winner at FV. And now that I’ve held the World Title and had it stolen from me, I’m going to come after you with the full force of my being. Scream, your tricks and politics won’t protect you for when you have to face me again, because you won’t be facing the same NIN Horror, you’ll be facing a man not only bent on defeating you, you’ll be facing a man bent on your definitive and utter destruction. Some day soon Scream, I will make you pay for your crimes, and when that day comes Scream, you will wish that you never crossed me.

*NIN grabs the glass of brandy, gulps it down, and throws the glass in the fire place. The St. Bernard jumps out of it’s sleep and runs off screen.

NIN Horror: Cactus, you are not going to have to wait for your demise, because that faggot Bryant has finally done something useful with his life, and that is not wasting any time in giving me a shot at you. Cactus, I don’t care what you’ve done, or at least what you think you’ve done in this company, other than being Scream’s bodyguard, but last night you stepped into my business, and you helped steal away my World Title. That is something you will soon regret, because I am not going to let it go. I’m not just going to kick your ass at Blitz, I’m going to take you out. Not because anyone wants me to, but because I want to. When that bell rings, I’m going to hold you personally responsible for all the shit that I’ve hade to endure in this piss hole company. I neither know nor care why Bryant wants you gone, but he’s going to get his wish, because now it’s personal. Cactus, I’m going to destroy you, I’m going to smash you to pieces, then chop you up into dust, because you made the mistake of costing me the World Title. I don’t care what you think you did to Stare, because he’s as washed up and delusional as you are. It doesn’t matter what former anything I am, what matters is that now I’m pissed off, and I have you in the ring, one on one, to carry out on you the first step of my campaigns. Cactus, you’ve never faced anything like me on the war path before in your whole career, I’m a whole new threat to you, the biggest threat that a garbage monkey like you will ever see. Barbed wire cages, thumbtacks, fire, none of them compare to my fists when they’re filled to the max with vengeance. I will make you wish you never crossed me, because after I’m done with you, you would gladly relive your whole career, every burn, every scar, all up until the point where you had to step into the ring with me. Because Cactus, this is the end of your tenure here in P2PW, this is the end of your career. You are the first asshole on my hit list, and I’m going to take my time to cross you off. On Blitz, I am going to destroy you Cactus, and you will find that nothing you have done in your life was worth it. Mark my words, your bitter end will be the beginning of my quest for revenge, and there is nothing you can do to save yourself. Cactus, you’ve made your bed, now you’re gonna lie in it, but it won’t be a mattress with pillows and covers, it’s gonna be a pine box, and I think you know where it’s goin’.

*NIN stands up and exits as the scene fades to black…

[glow=blue,2,300] We began to recognize in them a strange obsession. After all, they are emotionally inexperienced, with only a few years in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we gift them with a past, we create a cushion or a pillow for their emotions, and consequently, we can control them better. [/glow]

[Stare]

Alright guys, I didn't get on my computer the whole weekend except for a brief bit. I just now checked my email, and Reece did send me a promo on Saturday at 6:32 pm. He beat the deadline, and considering it was my responsibility to check it before the deadline and I failed to do so, I'm going to let his promo count. However, considering that would be unfair to Soul Reaper, I'm going to leave this open until Tomorrow Night at 11 pm (EST) for him to get a promo in if he wants, and if anyone else gets one in during that time, then it will count too. Reece said his internet probs should get fixed this week he hopes, so hopefuly he'll be back this week. Here's Reece's votes and promo:

Votes:
Reece Somers
Simz
NIN Horror

REECE SOMER'S PROMO

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“And now… Live from the British Broadcasting Centre in the green hills of England, possibly the greatest thing to come from the legendary island, your Morality Enforcer, Reece Somers!”



[In a office deliberately shaped like the President of America, the lovable George W. Bush, Reece Somers is reclining on a leather chair, with his feet on the desk, chatting casually on the phone]



Reece Somers:

Yeah, I know, Daniel Ice ran off to WWE, it’s terrible… Yeah, left ELITE in the lurch, that guy’s an ass really… Heard something about debuting him in ECW, so he’ll be gone within the year really…



[Reece turns in his chair, and with a fake start, pretends he has only just noticed the camera]



Reece Somers:

Sorry, James, I’ll have to call you back… I didn’t see you guys there! Welcome to the first established office of the Morality Enforcer, Reece Somers. Now, ever since I debuted at p2pw, I noticed a trend… Despite being the most talented, most articulate and dare I say, most ruggedly handsome member of the roster, for some odd reason I couldn’t take my rightful place at the top. I pondered this for a bit, but eventually came up with the answer: Certain members of the TNT roster were conspiring to hold me down and stop me for ascending the ranks. Why? Because if a man preaching the values of morality and dignity was considered to be the best wrestler on that particular brand, it would have meant our fans would have developed more sophisticated tastes… A development the foul, filthy creatures like Keith Williams and e2 would have never accepted, since they crave the money from merchandise sales to fund their addictions to their alcoholism and drug abuse. You two in particular are extremely lucky that the p2pw “Wellness Program” is about as effective as Jade Goody’s apology after making racist comments in Big Brother… Go look it up, you Americans.



[Reece takes a short break from his verbal tongue lashing to pull out a crystal bottle and pour the black contents into a glass. By the way it fizzes, it is obviously cola, but Reece still swirls it around as if he was holding a high class alcoholic drink. He takes a sip before continuing]



Reece Somers:

But away from the cesspool that is reality TV, and onto my future. I made a stand for the principles and ideas of morality, which meant that I have had to alter my career perspective, yet another sacrifice the long road of self-improvement morality enforcing offers, one I gladly make. But let’s analyse this… I work my way up the ladder, screwed out of title belts countless times… And on my first day as a Blitz superstar, I’m offered the International title on a plate. Yes, I’ll pause to allow you to gasp at that statement for a moment… I am completely overlooking the challenge of Soul Reaper, and why not? You see, when you’ve been around the business as long as I have, you get a knack for judging what kind of opponents you face off against in the ring. And while I have no true respect for the likes of e2 and Aladdin, if they say they’re going to smash your face in, they’ll do it or fall trying, which, of course, is the option they usually take when going against me. However, Soul Reaper… Well, sure, he’ll sit down, stand up, walk around, threaten interviewers and dissect what I say for his own amusement. However, when he walks into the ring, Reaper really fizzles out. Another pause for another gasp, as the Soul Reaper fan in everyone lists off an endless array of people he has beaten… Yeah, its very impressive and all, but all those people have one thing in common… They aren’t Reece Somers. They aren’t driven by the same desire that I am, the fact that once I hold the International Title and wear it around my waist, then I become a hugely inspirational figure in this promotion. When I talk, you fans will have to listen. You can’t just switch off, because I’m truly the fastest rising young superstar in this promotion. Soul Reaper… Let’s just say he’s as fake as that MTV program “The Real World”…



[Reece’s eyes widen and he takes another sip from his glass]



Reece Somers:

…Great, I take a week off and the only references I can make are to pointless shows young adults watch because they dream of being marginally famous. The point is, Reaper likes to give this air of supremacy and too many wrestlers let themselves get sucked up by that. You don’t counter his moves because he’s the legendary Soul Reaper, you don’t block his punches because he’s supposed to be unstoppable, and you don’t ever, ever argue back with him, for he is the almighty dark souled, uncaring, unemotional, unfeeling and terror of the p2pw… What a load of horsesh- manure. Reaper is human, and Reaper has to face the frailties of his own body, his own mind and yes, his own soul. All he has is some façade of menace, a few choice moves and a sharp tongue he can’t truly back up. I’m the most disciplined athlete in the entire promotion, for I leave your petty addictions and vices and instead hone my mind and body. Reaper, you get side-tracked and distracted, and I swear that you make the tiniest mistake, flinch a little bit, and I will capitalise and make you suffer for your sins. There comes a time everyone has to pay the reaper, the real one… And you’re well overdue.



[Reece checks his watch, before finishing his drink and returning the glass and tumbler to their original locations. He addresses the camera in his closing statements]



Reece Somers:

So, however much of a cliché this is, say goodbye to that belt, Reaper, because come Blitz, come the moment you finally face a man who can tear right through that façade and force you to suffer… Well, let’s put it this way… It’s time for Morality Enforcing to go… International…



[Reece grins and almost perfectly on cue, the mobile rings again and Reece picks up almost instantly]



Reece Somers:

Hey James… Where were we? Daniel Ice, wasn’t it?



[Reece makes a shooing motion to the camera, and turns back to his original position, reclined on the chair with his feet on the desk. The shot fades out]

[Reaper]

The view opens in a dimly lit office, on the desk we see a tag that reads "Standards and Practices." We zoom out a little to see Reaper sitting in the chair with his feet kicked up on the desk. He looks to be thumbing through a booklet, he gets to a passage and he laughs a little bit, thumbs to another page and starts laughing again. He finally has had enough of it and he throws the booklet over his head and behind him. He takes his feet down and rests his elbows on the desk and looks at the camera.

"If you look around this room, you will find many things that are in the realm of 'morality enforcement.' Morality Enforcement as a whole is the biggest load of shit that was ever thought up, and to be honest, I'm rather dissapointed that this company is making me face a man that lives his life by the hypocrocies set by morality enforcement. For example, if you listened to what Mr. Sommers said about me, you'll notice that he quite clearly and naturally wanted to say 'horseshit,' but since he was still on the air at that point, he cleaned it up. This type of crap is intolerable. Its the same as trying to clean up your act for children. Basically, the whole idea of Moral Enforcement is to say that we... the general audience are nothing more than children and the only people that know whats best for us, are not us.. oh no no, its the HIGH AND MIGHTY Standards and Practices... moral enforcers who would like to see the people living life under the thumb of some asshole who tells people what to do, what to say. Well guess what my job is, Reece... my job is to make sure the voice of truth, NO MATTER how hard, hurtful, or detremental to character it is. So why don't you just sit back and listen what REALLY goes on around here, instead of playing your character and sipping your cola.

A few months ago, I'm not ashamed to admit that P2PW looked as if it were going to die a slow, painful death as the staff collectively burnt out. There were 2 head writers that didn't feel the urge to write anymore and as such nothing was getting done. The lesser writers didn't know what was going and then people stopped showing up to work. And when it looked as if the final nail was about to be pounded down in the coffin, a collection of people stood up and said 'I'll help out.' For TNT, there was E2 your P2PW Champion, Aladdin the Rage Champ, and Reece Sommers, my opponent for the next show. For Blitz there was Stare, Soundscream the World Champion and Cactus. Many people may not be aware of this, but P2PW is run a little like the old ECW. A lot of us have more than just the entertainment job. My secondary job is to oversee the booking crew, such as hiring writers and making sure they are reliable. As far as what they actually write and what shows up on TV... thats up to them, but my job is to make sure they are doing the job of getting it to you. Now, I'd heard of this Sommers kid, and while what I've HEARD is impressive, I've YET to see him deliver. So I wasn't sure about hiring the kid onto the staff... further pressuring from the other writers led me to give in and see what could happen. A little time went by, and it was cool... nothing took TOO long and things were smooth again like they used to be.... then Sommers is gone. I had a talk with him the day before we brought him on board and I told him that I was aware of his unexpected and sometimes lengthy departures, and HE ASSURED ME that he was up to the task of doing what was needed for TNT. What happened Reece? You burned me. I trusted you, and you fucking burned me you little punk. You know what, its funny that you mentioned that other douchebag Daniel 'The Dark Angel' Ice to.

As it turns out you 2 are really good friends, because you have the same 'moral code.' Do unto others... and then just fuckin walk away and wash your hands of everything. ELITE, this Ice punk was in line for the title run... a title that I hold onto and was willing to drop to him as part of the code of ELITE dictates. All I wanted from Ice, was incentive, something memorable... a showcase of HIS talent along with EVERYTHING I've got to offer... and what did he do, he walked out. Ran away to the money of the McMahon. Overall its neither here nor there, it was a mere example, Sommers. You know its funny, sometimes it almost feels like the 2 of you are the same damn person. Imagine that shit. I mean afterall there are a lot of similarities in the 2 of you guys.. such as, A LOT of hype that is never lived up to. Potential that is never reached... and of course an image of a maturity level that you parade around here to mask the fact that you're nothing more than a little child trapped in a mans body. Excuse after excuse pours from your mouth, but how often do you just accept the fact that you fucked up? Its always something else that held you back from your responsibilities... no matter how many times you were SEEN around. Don't worry Sommers, I took the liberty to fire you already. We needed to move ahead, not wait around for some primadonna to make time for us. You want to make it in this company... well then you're gonna have to actually show up and work for it. I know how much you hate that.

So, Reece, before I finish up this tongue lashing that means nothing to you, because you're too dense to see the writing on the wall. As with most of the dumbass opponents I get, they see everything I've ever said as 'idle threats,' yet the fail to mention the fact that they've all come true. You seem to think that I've got the best winning record in this company because it was HANDED to me. What kind of stupid shit is that? I busted my ass for 4 years in this business every week, NO VACATIONS, NO INJURIES, NOTHING to take my time away from wrestling. Its a lot more than I can say for you Sommers. I've had to go through people of greater legend than myself, I've won some and I've lost some, but theres always respect in the end. Respect that I do not have for people that burn me after GIVING ME THEIR WORD. Reece, don't kid yourself, you're about as big a threat to me as Chilly Willy was, and you see what I had to do to him didn't you?... Oh wait, you probably didn't... probably 'didn't have the resources'... or whatever other bullshit you want to throw out. Look into my eyes Reece, theres a reason people like E2 or Aladdin have jobs around here with the threaten and make good on it attitude... and its because of people like me. People like me are the ones that blur the line between fake wrestling and real wrestling. We bring the reality of the world to the public and when we are out to hurt somebody, its because there is no love there at all. Sommers, do yourself a favor, call the hospital and make reservations, because after what you've done to not only me, but to this company and the fans who pay the cash to see it, I will not hold back on you just because this is 'fake.' Prepare for the worst beating you'll ever encounter, kid, because I guarantee that you won't forget it. And that, Reece 'Morality Enforcer' Sommers, is the COLD, HARD, TRUTH!"

Reaper gets up and as he does he tips the huge desk over and then proceeds to walk out of the shot. The camera focuses on the turned over desk and the mess it has made as we hear the door open and slam shut. As the door slams a few things on the wall fall and hit the ground as we fade to black.

[Reaper]

Reaper
Simz
Cactus

[The Executioner]

Nice show gents.

[Stare]

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