Blitz Results - 16th Nov 2006

[Aladdin]

LIVE from the Wembley Arena
London, England

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As Blitz comes on the air “Energy” hits and the general manager, Barry Bryant comes walking out to a some what mixed reaction. Dressed in his suit, Barry walks down the ramp towards the ring with a mic in his hand. He walks up the steps and into the ring before moving into the middle of the ring. The boos start to overcome the few cheers but Barry doesn’t seem affected at all by them.

Barry Bryant: Tonight, everyone’s favourite general manager gave you all the main event that will dwarf TNT’s big announcement.

The crowd boo Barry and a small “Shinn’s Theory” chant starts up. Barry looks at them all in disgust.

Barry Bryant: Why the hell are you cheering his name? The man came back for on night. Yeah, that’s right, he came back for one damn night. He never said anything about coming back for good. Never did he mention that he was making a return to P2PW. All he did was lift your hopes up and disappoint you. You shouldn’t be cheering for a man like that. You should be cheering for a man who is delivers to you the greatest wrestling show on a weekly basis. Me.

The crowd really lay into Barry, booing him frantically.

Barry Bryant: Typical. Like I expected otherwise. You people will never have enough brains to cheer for real talent. But, I’ll give you something to cheer about now. As everyone knows, tonight we have the huge triple threat tag team main event, involving all three of the people who will fight for the World Title at Final Verdict. The winner of the match will name the stipulation of that World Title match at Final Verdict. That’s huge. The person who gets to choose can gear the match in their favour. It will be really useful for him, and it will put his opponents at a disadvantage. So, let me tell you all, that this really is important. I want to see each any everyone of you giving it your all.

Barry pauses.

Barry Bryant: But, I’ve decided to raise the stakes. Not for the same people, but for one person in particular. This person has been bugging me non-stop for almost an entire month because of his utter stupidity. Stare, it’s really not my fault that you gave me your old position and now you have zero power.

The crowd are undecided on whether or not to cheer.

Barry Bryant: Luckily for you Stare, I woke up this morning and I was in the mood for a bet. Come on out here and we’ll decide what we’re going to be betting for.

Barry stops talking and waits for Stare to come out. “My Generation” hits but as soon as it does, Barry looks as if he just thought of something.

Barry Bryant: Wait, wait. Cut the music. Stare, stay where you are. I don’t need you to come out here to make a bet. I’m the general manger of this show. I don’t need to get the approval of anyone.

The crowd boo in disapproval of Barry’s abuse of power.

Barry Bryant: So, here’s what the bet is. I bet you can’t win your match tonight. Why do I say that? Well, you haven’t seen action in a month and I just don’t think you’re upto the challenge. Now, if you some how pull off the impossible and win this match up, then I will hand you back your position. I will go back to my old job of being Blitz’s Idea Man, and of course I will have an iron clad contract which means you can’t fire me. But, if I do win this bet, then Cactus will choose the type of match that you two will engage in at Final Verdict. Not only that, but I will be the special guest referee. Now Stare, you don’t need to come out here and accept this deal. I’ve done that for you, because well, I own you and your contract. I do what I want.

Suddenly “My Generation” hits and a pissed off Stare comes walking down the ramp, looking like he is going to explode.

Barry Bryant: Stare, you had better be careful as to what you do. I will fire your ass if you lay your hands on me.

Stare slides into the ring and paces right upto Barry. Stare gets in his face and looks like he is about to knock him out. Just as it looks like Stare is about to punch Barry’s lights out, the former two time World Champion, backs off and looks a lot more chilled. He extends his hand to Barry. Barry looks down at his hand and thinks Stare is pulling something, but Stare is persistent and convinces Barry he’s being for real. Barry accepts and the two shake, all the while staring into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, Stare forces Barry forward, scaring the shit out of the general manager. Stare says the following to him “It’s a deal. Get your stuff out of my office because you aren’t going to be there much longer.” With that said, Stare pushes Barry back and exits the ring. Stare walks up the ramp, looking very focused. Suddenly “School” hits and the World Champion comes walking out, dressed in casual clothes. Stare and NIN cross paths and the two of them look each other in the eyes. A fight looks like it might break out any second, but Stare puts is hands up, signalling that he doesn’t want to get at it. He taps NIN’s World Title belt and says “See you later, champ” before heading off. NIN is some what annoyed that someone else touched his title belt, but shakes it off and heads towards the ring. He climbs up the steps and squeezes through the top and middle rope, entering the ring. He goes up to Barry, intimidating him but just snatches the mic from his hand.

NIN Horror: Barry, you need to change tonight’s match. Did you not hear what JT Blade had to say earlier on? The faggot said he would purposely lose this match, because I pointed out to him how insignificant he really is. How fucking pathetic he is. How useless he is. How talentless he is. How damn retarded he is.

Barry Bryant: I’ll have you know that JT Blade is our Fanatic Champion, and in my opinion he’s a fine gentleman. You should be pleased that he’s your partner.

The crowd are laughing their heads off at what Barry just said, not believe that he actually thinks that. NIN is looking at Barry as if to say “what are you on?”.

NIN Horror: Are you high?

The crowd chuckle.

NIN Horror: Look, Barry, Spackle will be my partner. If you really want a top notch main event, then you’ll do what I say. Spackle will be fine. He’ll have no objections.

Suddenly “Something Wicked This Way Comes” blares over the PA system, as the man who NIN just mentioned comes out. The man with the famous pink dreadlocks walks down the ramp to a good reaction, as the crowd are slowly falling in love with him. Spackle climbs into the ring and goes upto NIN. Spackle grabs a mic and goes over to NIN.

Spackle: Erm…..Ninny, you never mentioned that to me before. I want the night off. Anyway, I don’t to treat these fans to the greatness that is Spackle. They don’t deserve to see me.

With that the crowd are now booing Spackle after his insult to them.

Spackle: Just go ahead with the match that’s planned and I’ll have your back if something comes up. Anyway, like you even need help to beat those other teams.

NIN Horror: That’s not the point. JT is a fucking hindrance. He’ll fuck up something. That’s why I need you, man. You’ve got to be my partner.

Spackle: So take him out before the match.

Barry tries to interfere in the conversation.

Barry Bryant: Guys, there’s not point of arguing, my mind is ma…….

NIN and Spackle both suddenly turn over to Barry, scaring the shit out of him, causing him to go back a few steps.

NIN Horror: Stay the fuck out of this conversation, you fucking tool.

NIN turns his attention back over to Spackle.

NIN Horror: I don’t want to have to even get involved with JT. Being around him makes me throw up. Think of the match as warm up for Final Verdict.

Spackle: I don’t know. I think I need a week off before the match just in case anything happens. You know that nigga, J-man, is a sneaky son of a bitch. He’ll probably jump me and try to stab me with his HIV positive needles.

NIN Horror: Come on, Spackle, you know I’d have your back in this sort of situation.

Spackle isn’t totally convinced, but NIN manipulates him into doing things his way. Spackle eventually nods his head.

Spackle: Okay, Ninny. I couldn’t say no to you.

The two hug in a camp-ish moment. Spackle looks at NIN in an oddly infatuated way. NIN turns his attention back to Barry.

NIN Horror: Alright, Barry. It’s settled. Spackle will be my partner tonight.

Barry Bryant: I’m going to say this nice and clearly so that even your stupid ass friend, here, can understand.

Spackle cocks an eyebrow at Barry’s reference to him.

Barry Bryant: Your partner tonight is still JT Blade. Deal with it.

Barry has a very smug look on his face, feeling especially proud. NIN twists his neck around, cracking it and then suddenly lunges forward and grabs Barry by the neck. NIN presses him against the ropes and starts screaming at him to change the match when he hears a huge cheer, followed my three massive “THUD” sounds. NIN turns around to see Spackle laid out on the floor and _the j-man standing with a steel chair in hand. _the j-man looks down at Spackle before locking eyes with NIN. NIN is wary of Spackle being laid out but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just stares back at _the j-man. J-man says “see you soon, champ” before running off as Spackle comes to. NIN looks down at the fallen and possibly injured Spackle and shakes his head, as if he thinks Spackle isn’t fit to be his partner for the night. NIN pushes Barry away and heads out of the ring, and up the ramp, leaving Spackle in the ring as Blitz goes to commercial.

[Aladdin]

”We will rock you” starts and The rebel Ben Jenkins walks out to a chorus of boo’s, he ignores the crowd and walks steadily to the ring, he vaults over the top rope and throws a few punches, shadow boxing to stay limber. The lights go out and “Man in the box” by Alice in chains starts. The red and white lights bathe the arena as “The Canadian Icon” Chilly Willy bursts from behind the curtain. Without stopping he runs down the aisle and slides under the bottom rope. Ben tries to stop him but before the ref can call for the bell Chilly grabs the rebel in a side Russian leg sweep, except he has the hockey stick with the Canadian flag attached across his throat. BANG Chilly drops the rebel and crushes his throat before the match starts. Chilly stands up and tosses the hockey stick outside and picks the rebel up by his hair as the ref calls for the bell. This match is officially underway.

***SINGLES MATCH***

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Ben “The Rebel” Jenkins
vs.
“The Canadian Icon” Chilly Willy
Written by Cactus[/center]

Chilly steps back as the rebel shakily stays on his feet, quick as a hiccup Chilly lands a solid karate kick behind Ben’s ear, Ben goes down. Instead of going for a cover Chilly makes a snapping motion with his head in an obvious mickey take of Soul Reaper. The ref tries to admonish Chilly but Chilly just blanks him and picks the rebel up again in a side headlock. The rebel tries to mount a weak offenensive with a couple of half-hearted elbows to Chilly’s midsection. They have no effect and Chilly short shoots behind him and doubles him up with a high release german suplex.

Ben looks to be out on his feet but he has the ring presence to slide under the bottom and flop onto the floor outside the ring. Chilly tries to go out after him but the ref intervenes and starts a ten count. He gets to 5 before the rebel pulls himself to standing using the apron. Chilly again grabs the hair and pulls him to standing on the apron, he locks the head and arm and suplexes him back into the ring. Ben hits hard, like a crash test dummy. Not to be put off by this Chilly goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He flies of the top rope with a textbook perfect elbow, right into the sternum of Ben Jenkins.

This time instead of going for a cover he slides under the bottom rope and grabs the announcers microphone.

Chilly Willy: Reaper, Reaper you son of a bitch are you watching, I want my belt back and I am willing to do anything to get it back.

He dumps the mike to an audible thud on the floor and gets back in the ring, the rebel still has not moved, for the third and final time Chilly picks him up by the hair and in a flash he has him locked in the eternal sleep, Soul Reapers finishing move.

The ref checks the rebels arm only once and realises that he is out, he calls for the bell and announces Chilly Willy the winner.

Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match, by submission, “The Canadian Icon” Chilly Willy.

Chilly refuses to let go of the hold, by now the rebel is turning is turning blue. The ref starts trying to break the hold and in the end Chilly throws the rebel to the ground, retrieves his stick and flag and salutes the crowd. Chilly grabs the mic and heads back to the middle of the ring.

Chilly Willy: Reaper, did you see that? Of course you did. See, last time we met, you stole my title. But, at Final Verdict, in what will be our rubber match, you’re facing a different Chilly Willy. I’ve studied you and I know everyone of your moves and more importantly how to get out of them. Not only that, but I’ve done some altering to my move set, so you won’t have a clue what I’ll be bringing to the table. I’m sick of people saying that my victory over you was the upset of the year. That’s just people trying to cover up for you coming up short. You see, I’m going to show the world that when you beat me, that was the real upset. That was a fluke. I will be the International Champion walking into WrestleFever 3.

Chilly drops the mic and starts to wave his flag around, mocking the English crowd, as we go backstage.


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We are brought backstage to see Stare outside Simz’s locker room door. He knocks on it and walks in. Inside, Simz is seen taping his wrists, getting ready for his match. The young superstar sees Stare and welcomes him in. Simz, is sitting down, while taping his wrists and gestures for Stare to take a seat, but Stare declines.

Stare: Look, I’m going to cut to the chase, Simz. Tonight’s match is important. Very important.

Simz: I know, it’s important for me. I want to be the one who chooses the stipulation.

Stare doesn’t seem to care about that.

Stare: Actually, it’s important beca……

Simz interrupts Stare.

Simz: Because if you win, you get your old position back. I know. I was watching.

Stare: Good. So you know, I need you to bring you’re A-game. I can’t afford for you to fuck this up for me.

Simz stops taping his wrists, and looks up at Stare, some what offended.

Simz: And what’s that supposed to mean? You think I can’t get the job done.

Stare: That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that you can be careless and you don’t always get the job done. I mean, how many title shots did you get on TNT? And how many times did you get that “W” in the record colu…….

Simz interrupts Stare. Jumping up to his feet as he is getting more and more annoyed by what Stare has to say.

Simz: How about you shut up, old man. When was the last time you actually stepped in the ring? You’re the one who needs to worry about not bringing their A-game.

Stare chuckles a bit, finding some humour in Simz’s anger.

Stare: Look junior. They don’t call me the King of Kings for nothing. I can go for years without a match and still put on a five stare wrestling clinic.

Simz: First of all, it sure seems to have been that long since you had a match. Secondly, are you delusional or something? Who the fuck calls you the King of Kings? No-one. You’re just a wannabe.

Stare is no longer amused and seems to be getting more and more annoyed.

Stare: Look here, kid. I didn’t want to have to say this, but you brought it upon yourself. Simz, you are the kid that could never get the job done. You can talk and talk and talk all you want, but you’ve never backed up anything in the ring. In the two year that you’ve been in this company, the only name of worth that you’ve beaten is Spackle, and even then you didn’t do it fairly. In fact, you haven’t ever won a match without something dodgy going on. And guess what, when you lose, all that we hear is moan, moan, moan, whine, whine, whine. You get given so many opportunities at titles yet you’ve never won one. You think you’re miles better than you are, and no-one even knows what you did to get this title shot at Final Verdict, so why don’t you shut up and do what I tell you to do. You haven’t accomplished a damn thing in this company, whereas I’ve accomplished the most.

Simz looks like he is about to explode. The two of them are fuming. The are nose to nose and look as if they might go at it any second now. They tighten their grips and get ready to go at it, when out of nowhere Stare starts to laugh. He backs off a few steps and then pats Simz across the chest.

Stare: That was great.

Simz is totally confused.

Stare: I was just getting you fired up, man. Don’t sweat it. I wanted to see if you really have that emotion to be in the main event, to carry a brand. I didn’t mean what I said, but I need you to keep that adrenaline pumping. Don’t forget this feeling.

Simz: You planned this?

Stare: Yeah.

Simz looks embarrassed.

Stare: Don’t worry. Just make sure you keep this energy up. And I mean for Final Verdict too. You see, I’m pulling for you to win that title. The other two don’t deserve it as much as you. You’re a future star of this company, it’s time for you to shine.

Simz is eating up everything Stare is telling him.

Simz: Oh. Thanks man. Listen, I’m pulling for you to take out Cactus too, and I want you as the GM of the show. So, I’ll do what I have to do in tonight’s match. I’ll do my best.

Stare nods, appreciating what Simz is saying.

Stare: Excellent. I know you’ll kick some ass tonight.

Simz throws the roll of tape into his bag.

Simz: I’m going to get a bottle of water, I’ll be right back. You want anything?

Stare shakes his head.

Stare: No thanks, buddy.

Simz heads towards the door and walks off down the corridor. Just as the door is about to close, Stare catches it and walks just outside of it.

Stare: He fell for it.

The camera pans around to see Reaper to the right of the door, leaning against the wall.

Stare: The guy ate up everything I said. I can’t believe it.

Soul Reaper: I told you the guy can’t get enough praise. He’s liking a fucking dog. As long as you keep the compliments flowing, he’ll do whatever you say.

Stare: I suppose I’ve got to get to know everyone I deal with in detail then.

Soul Reaper: Well, this was more a lesson in manipulation, but that too.

Stare: Cool. Like that guy actually has a chance of winning the title.

Stare and Reaper start to laugh as Blitz goes to commercial.

[Aladdin]

Written by Soundscream

“Get Back” hits as Scream makes his way to the ring. He rolls into the ring and grabs a mic.

Scream: I'm going to make this quick and to the point. Cactus get your ass out here.

Scream paces as "Of Wolf and Man," plays. Cactus walks out and stops at the end of the rampway. He scans the crowd then walks to the ring. Cactus steps through the ropes and meets Scream in the center of the ring.

Scream: Let's face it. There is no love loss between us. I don't like you and you don't like me. BUT tonight isn't about us. It's about our own personal gains. You stay out of my way...I stay our of yours.

Cactus grabs the mic.

Cactus: Let's get one thing straight here. When I signed that contract to be your partner it had nothing to do with me being your...buddy. It had to do with one thing, Stare. Yeah we've had our issues but like you said tonight it ain't about us. But if you happen to step in my business...

Scream grabs the mic from Cactus.

Scream: And if you happen to step in my business....

The two take a step closer and eye each other down. Cactus speaks into Scream's mic.

Cactus: So then we have an understanding.

With that Cactus rolls out of the ring and to the back with a surprising pop from the fans.

Scream: An understanding. Something I hope that NIN and Simz have. An understanding of what's at stake in this match. First, which ever team wins will have a huge advantage going into Final Verdict. And I will win. I have been waiting for a long time to get my hands on you Simz and NIN it's far from over with us.

Scream pauses.

Scream: Why am I so confident I'm going to win? Does it have to do that my partner is one of the most sadistic S.O.B.'s in this company? Maybe. Is it because out of all the teams Cactus and I are the only two with an understanding? Or is it because I WILL NOT LOSE.

The crowd cheers.

Scream: And when I win I will get to choose the stipulation to our title match. AND THAT MATCH WILL BE A FIRST EVER TORTURE CHAMBER MATCH. Sound good? I haven't even started yet. Picture a 12 foot high steel cage....A LIVE STEEL CAGE. EVERY 5 MINUTES ELECTRICITY WILL FLOW THROUGH EVERY PIECE OF STEEL IN THAT RING....and will remain live for 1 minute. The only way to survive is to climb out of the chamber and make it to the floor.

Scream take a breath.

Scream: NIN, SIMZ, YOU BETTER HOPE TO HELL THAT ONE OF YOU WINS THIS MATCH TONIGHT OR....zzzzZAP! You'll both be in for the shock of your lives.

With the said, the intense Scream drops the mic. He stares into the camera, breathing extremely heavily. He drops down and slides out of the ring, heading up the ramp as we go backstage.



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We are taken to NIN’s room where the World Champion is getting ready for his match, lacing his boots. He is calmly preparing for his match when all of a sudden the door comes crashing open and an enraged Spackle walks through the door. He walks through the door way, right upto NIN and looks down on him as if he is about to kill him. NIN is not at all worried. He merely looks up at Spackle, while continuing to lace his boots. Spackle is fuming, but NIN remains calm.

NIN Horror: What’s wrong man?

Spackle: What’s wrong? What’s wrong? J-man fucking smacked me over the head with a chair twice and you didn’t do a damn thing.

NIN Horror: Thrice actually.

Spackle: Great. So he incapacitated me with two blows and then hit me again for good measure. Much better.

NIN Horror: Calm down, Spackle.

Spackle: Calm down? Where the fuck were you? You’re supposed to have my back.

NIN remains calm as he continues to lace his boots

NIN Horror: Spackle, I was thinking about the long term. I have a plan for you to get him back but I couldn’t afford to get into a brawl with him, since I have a tag match to win single-handedly. He had a chair, I had nothing. But don’t worry, like I said I have a plan.

Spackle isn’t sold on NIN’s excuse.

Spackle: Okay, so what’s this plan of yours?

NIN Horror: Get my bag. It’s right there.

NIN points to his bag which is on the table, a few feet away from them.

Spackle: What?! I’m not your servant. Get it yourself. Now tell me what the plan is!

NIN Horror: The plan is in the fucking bag. Now just pass it.

Spackle swallows his pride and grabs NIN’s bag. He throws it to NIN.

NIN Horror: Now, you want to humiliate the guy, don’t you. You want to prevent him from getting as much training in as he can. You want everything to be all well and good. Well, here’s your answer.

NIN ventures into his bag, moving things around in search for something. NIN finally finds it and pulls out a large bag of weed. NIN looks at Spackle as if to say “you can thank me now”. Spackle is confused.

Spackle: So we’re going to smoke our troubles away?

NIN Horror: Erm….

Spackle: That could be risky.

NIN Horror: I didn’t mea……

Spackle: You have a match later tonight, so you have to be pretty brave to go out there high.

NIN Horror: Spackle, I’m no….

Spackle: What the hell. It’s worked before. Gimme it.

Spackle snatches the bag and goes over to the table, but before he can do anything, NIN throws his shoe at him.

Spackle: What the fuck! Ow! Why the fuck did you do that!?

NIN Horror: Because you aren’t letting me fucking speak. Now gimme that back, and just listen.

Rubbing his head, Spackle passes the bag back to NIN.

NIN Horror: Now, the plan is for you to sneak this into J-man’s locker room, while he’s in his match. I’ll call the cops and tell them about this, and J-man will be out of your hair until the Final Verdict.

Spackle finally realizes what NIN’s been trying to say all along.

Spackle: Does that mean, we can’t use any of this?

NIN Horror: What do you think?

Upset, Spackle turns around and exits the locker room as Blitz goes to commercial.

[Aladdin]

"U Got a Problem" hits the p.a. and there is a slight cheer, but it is quickly drowned out by boos as _the j-man walks out alongside Smokey. _the j-man seems to be confident as he makes his way towards the ring. He looks around with a sarcastic smirk as he looks on at the heckling fans. _the j-man walks up the steps and looks over at the audience before walking along the apron and entering the ring. _the j-man takes off his feathered hat and robe and hands them to Smokey as his music fades out.

The lights suddenly go out as a red fog fills the walkway. A small hum is heard as "Down" hits and fire explodes on the stage. As the fire dims down, Soul Reaper walks through it as the audience begins to boo loudly as he approaches the ring. He walks slowly to the ring, keeping his eyes on _the j-man at all times. Soul Reaper slides into the ring and goes to the corner opposite _the j-man .Smokey exits the ring as Reaper’s music cuts. The lights go back to normal as the ref calls for the bell.

***NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH***

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_the j-man
vs.
Soul Reaper[/b][/color]
Written by NIN Horror[/center]

Soul Reaper and _the j-man stare each other down across the ring as the fans begin to clap, anticipating the action to come. _the j-man starts warming up in his corner, while Reaper just stands still watching him. They start to walk out to the center of the ring to lock up but Reaper sucker punches _the j-man in the throat. The fans boo as Reaper starts throwing punches to _the j-man’s body. Reaper snapmares _the j-man over and starts laying into his back with stiff kicks. Reaper goes down and hits an elbow drop to _the j-man’s neck, and quickly puts him in a sleeper hold. Reaper jerks the hold around, but _the j-man is able to make his may back up. He rises up to one knee, and starts elbowing Soul Reaper in the ribs. _the j-man keeps doing this and makes it up to both feet; he pulls forward and elbows Reaper hard enough to cause him to release the sleeper. _the j-man runs for the ropes but Soul Reaper grabs him by the hair and pulls him down to the mat hard. The fans boo Reaper’s underhanded tactics as he starts stomping on _the j-man. Reaper places his boot on _the j-man’s face and rubs it in. He picks _the j-man up and whips him into a corner. He walks over and starts kicking _the j-man, until the ref comes and breaks it up. Reaper grabs _the j-man’s hair and pulls him out of the corner, then whips him back in. _the j-man hits his head on the middle buckle, and Reaper quickly follows up by choking him out with his boot. The ref starts counting, and Reaper gets off of _the j-man by getting in the ref’s face. After exchanging words, Reaper turns his attention back to _the j-man. Reaper grabs his feet, but _the j-man fights back and pushes Reaper away across the ring. _the j-man quickly gets up to his feet and runs at Reaper, but Reaper quickly picks up _the j-man and hits him with the Heart Stopper Spinebuster.

Reaper goes for the cover but only gets 2. Reaper gets up and picks up _the j-man, and quickly hits him with a Snap Suplex, then rolls around and puts _the j-man in a Chinlock. He pulls back on _the j-man’s head, but _the j-man is able to get his foot on the rope. Reaper keeps the hold on till the count of 4, then slams _the j-man’s head down to the mat. Reaper gets back up and pulls _the j-man up, and sets him up for a Northern Lights Suplex. Reaper tries to execute the move, but _the j-man blocks it, and hits Reaper with an awkward looking Hashimoto style DDT. Reaper grabs his forehead and rolls around a bit as _the j-man lies on his back trying to catch his breath. They both get back to their feet, and Reaper quickly grabs _the j-man with an arm wrench, but _the j-man quickly rolls on his back and kicks Reaper in the face. Reaper lets go of _the j-man’s arm and backs away into a corner, rubbing his face. As he does this, _the j-man gets to his feet, runs after Reaper, and hits him with the Stinger Splash. _the j-man chops Reaper a few times, steps away, and hits Soul Reaper with a Superkick in the corner. Reaper stumbles forward, _the j-man side steps him, grabs him, and German Suplexes him back into the turnbuckles.

Reaper tumbles to the mat and _the j-man pulls him to the center of the mat to go for the cover. The ref counts, but _the j-man only gets 2. _the j-man leg scissors Reaper’s head, and leans back to apply pressure. Reaper slowly collects himself, and starts scooting for the ropes, but _the j-man lets go of the hold, gets up, and drops a series of Knee Drops to Reaper’s face. _the j-man goes for the cover but only gets 2, so he gets up and picks Reaper up, and puts him in the Full Nelson. _the j-man tries to go for a Dragon Suplex, but Reaper blocks it. _the j-man swings his hands around and punches Reaper on both sides of his head. _the j-man then quickly hits the Dragon Suplex and bridges for the pin, but only gets a 2 count. A frustrated j-man picks Reaper up and throws him out of the ring. _the j-man sizes Reaper up as he slowly makes his way to his feet on the outside. Reaper gets to his feet and _the j-man goes for the 360 Plancha, but Reaper moves out of the way and _the j-man eats floor.

The fans ‘ooh’ as Reaper catches his breath, and then starts stomping on _the j-man. Reaper picks him up, and rams his back into the ring apron. Reaper follows up with some stiff chops and forearms. Reaper grabs the middle rope, hops up, and kicks _the j-man right in the face. Reaper pulls _the j-man away from the ring and sets him up for an Exploder Suplex, but _the j-man desperately blocks it. Reaper hammers down on _the j-man’s back, then Irish Whips him into the guard rail. Reaper runs in and hits _the j-man with a big Yakuza Kick, which sends him over the railing. Reaper reaches over and picks up _the j-man, then hits him with the Reapercutter, sending _the j-man’s chest straight into the guard rail. He bounces back and falls to the floor coughing violently. Smokey comes over, but Reaper quickly hits him with a Reapercutter to the floor. Reaper goes over and pulls _the j-man over the guard rails, and eventually rolls him into the ring. Reaper slides in, and drags _the j-man to the center of the ring, then walks to the corner and climbs up the ropes. Reaper calls for the “Death From Above” and leaps off the ropes, but _the j-man gets his knees up at the last second.

_the j-man crawls over and covers Reaper, but he kicks out right at 2. They both get to their feet, and Reaper kicks _the j-man in the chest, sending him back down to the mat. _the j-man gets back up and Reaper kicks him down again. _the j-man gets back up, and Reaper kicks at him again, but _the j-man catches his leg, and hits Reaper with a Leg Capture Belly-to-Belly Suplex. _the j-man goes for the cover but only gets 2, then puts Reaper in a sleeper hold. Reaper rolls around, and starts getting up to his feet. Both men are up, and Reaper starts throwing elbows at _the j-man. He gets one into _the j-man‘s injured chest, and swings again, but _the j-man releases the sleeper, ducks, and hits Reaper with a Jawbreaker, then the J-Nation. _the j-man goes for the cover, but Reaper gets his shoulder up after two. Angrily, _the j-man punches Reaper right in the face and goes for another cover, but gets another 2. _the j-man punches Reaper in the face a few more times and picks him up. _the j-man whips him into the ropes and connects with a Standing Dropkick as Reaper returns. _the j-man picks up Reaper, whips him into a corner, and runs after him, but Reaper gets his boots up and kicks _the j-man in the face. He stumbles back and Reaper runs out of the corner looking for a clothesline, but _the j-man ducks, and catches Reaper with a Back Slide Pin. The ref makes the count, 1…2..Reaper rolls out, and runs at _the j-man for another clothesline, but _the j-man ducks again and gets Reaper in the Back Slide position, But Reaper spins around out of it and hits _the j-man with a Flat Liner out of nowhere. Reaper goes for the cover but only gets 2, he picks _the j-man up and sets him up for another Flat Liner, but _the j-man maneuvers out and rolls up Reaper with a Schoolboy. The ref counts, 1…2…Reaper kicks out. Both men get to their feet and start exchanging rights. _the j-man breaks the cycle by chopping Reaper, who then returns the chop. _the j-man delivers an even harder chop which shakes up Reaper, who comes back with a Poke to the Eyes! Reaper kicks _the j-man in the gut and lifts him up for the Screwdriver, but _the j-man counters out and picks Reaper up for The Last Toke. _the j-man drops down but Reaper rolls out onto his feet, catches _the j-man, and sets him up for the R.I.P. Reaper lifts up _the j-man, but he turns it around into a Huracanrana. They both get up and Reaper runs at _the j-man, but he is stopped by a Super Kick. Reaper stumbles back, then stumbles forward and quickly picks _the j-man up into the Torture Rack position. Reaper tries to hit His Requiem, but _the j-man rolls off his shoulders and takes him down with and Arm Drag, which sends Reaper flying into the referee.

_the j-man picks Reaper off of the unconscious ref and sets him up for the J-Nation, but Reaper counters out and sets _the j-man up for the Reapercutter, but _the j-man counters out and knees Soul Reaper in the reproductive organs. _the j-man signals for the end of the match and picks Reaper up for The Last Toke, but is stopped by a vicious chair shot to the face and chest by Spackle, who ran in through the crowd. _the j-man drops Reaper, and gets another chair shot to the face from Spackle. _the j-man crumbles to the mat, and Spackle sets up the chair in the ring. Spackle drags _the j-man to his feet and sets him up for the Osaka Street Cutter. Spackle pauses to curse out some fans, then lifts _the j-man up and hits him with the OSC on the set up chair! _the j-man awkwardly falls back, but is caught by Soul Reaper, who lifts _the j-man up and hits him with the Burning Hammer! Reaper makes the cover as Spackle tosses the chair out of the ring, then goes over and revives the ref, who crawls over to make the count, 1…2…3!!!

Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, Soul Reaper.

Soul Reaper gets to his feet, and looks outside the ring at Spackle. The two don’t like each other, but they just leave it. Reaper grabs his International Title and heads up the ring, leaving _the j-man in the ring. Spackle soon leaves through the crowd. As Reaper reaches the top of the ramp, his opponent for Final Verdict comes out from behind the curtain. Chilly is still dressed in his in-ring gear. “The Canadian Icon” stares down Reaper, but Reaper is less than impressed. Reaper shakes his head and continues to walk, going to head to the back. The International Champion walks right past Chilly, knocking him with his shoulder in the process. Chilly takes exception to this and grabs Reaper from behind. The young Canadian nails a superkick to the head of Reaper, knocking him to the floor. Chilly grabs the International Title belt and gazes at it. He seems to be in some sort of trance but then stands over Reaper with the belt raided high above his head. Chilly drops the title and heads to the back, looking at Reaper in disgust in the process. After a few seconds, Reaper starts to stir. After the long arduous match, Reaper is exhausted and that superkick took him by surprise. Nonetheless, Reaper is not at all mad, in fact he smiles sadistically as Blitz goes to commercial.

[Aladdin]

Blitz comes back to commercial to hear “Anything But Down” and the crowd chanting “JT Sucks”. Half of the song plays through, but still no sign of JT, when suddenly he comes out from behind the curtain. The camera zooms in but something isn’t right. It isn’t JT Blade. It’s Diddly Squat, dressed as JT. When the crowd realize this, they start to laugh. He’s sporting a short dark-brown wig, black tape on his wrists, knuckle and fingers, black jeans with cheesy designs all over them and black hightop shoes with gold/red trim. As well as all that, Diddly has all of JT’s tattoos drawn all over him, for example the shield and sword tattoo that JT sports. Diddly looks ridiculous but that’s the whole point. The crowd can’t stop laughing as Diddly imitates JT’s entrance, pyro and all. Finally, Diddly gets to the ring but as he enters he trips and falls flat on his head. He gets up and acts all confused, scratching his head. He then walks over to the far side of the ring and gets a mic from the time-keeper. He goes over to the middle of the ring and puts on a redneck-like accent.

Diddly Squat: Hi everybody! My name is Eugene…….wait……..sorry. My name is JT Blade. Everyone backstage calls me the resident retard, but I don’t know what that means. I think its means that I’m super cool and that I love jerking off to hentai. That’s fun. I love cartoon girls. They’re the only ones who look at me.

The crowd are laughing loads.

Diddly Squat: You know, ever since I’ve come to P2PW, I haven’t made any friends. I mean there was Cornelius. He always had my back. I mean he really had my back. When I said that, I really mean he knew his way around my back. But, I had to fire him because he started to get lazy at protecting my back entry. Anyway, I don’t understand why you guys hate me. Why do you say I suck? I mean I like to suck, but only in private.

The crowd start a “JT Sucks” chant.

Diddly Squat: No. Wait. Stop that. Stop saying that, you bunch of meanies. Stop it, I say. Or I’ll get optimus prime to come and kill you all. I’ll get my anime friend to go ninja on your asses. I will, I promise.

The chant get louder and louder. Diddly pretends to get more and more agitated.

Diddly Squat: You poo-poo-heads. I’m telling.

Diddly falls onto his back and starts to fake cry. The crowd are laughing hysterically, when “Anything But Down” hits and the real JT Blade comes walking out, wearing exactly what Diddly is wearing. JT looks enfuriated as he walks down the ramp and into the ring. He gets a mic and then goes over to the middle of the ring and stands opposite Diddly. The two of them look each other up and down, as they look like mirror images of each other.

JT Blade: What the fuck are you doing? I don’t speak like that. I don’t say things like that. And what’s wrong with hentai?!

The crowd fall off the chairs in hysterics, all pointing and laughing at JT.

JT Blade: On a side note, you dressed up quite nicely for the show.

Diddly who was keeping his cool, can’t help but chuckle at that comment, as JT genuinely thinks he looks good in this ridiculous clothing.

JT Blade: I don’t suck!

The “JT sucks” chant grow in volume.

JT Blade: I don’t!

Diddly Squat: I don’t!

JT Blade looks at Diddly confused.

JT Blade: What are you doing?!

Diddly Squat: What are you doing?!

JT Blade: I didn’t stutter.

Diddly Squat:I didn’t stutter.

JT Blade: Answer me!

Diddly Squat: Answer me!

The crowd love every second of it, as Diddly mimics everything JT is saying.

JT Blade: Are you stupid?!

Diddly Squat: Are you stupid?!

JT Blade: Stop it!

Diddly Squat: Stop it!

JT Blade: Stop….

Diddly Squat: Stop….

JT Blade: …it!

Diddly Squat: …it!

JT Blade: Quit it!

Diddly Squat: Quit it!

JT Blade is fuming as not only does Diddly repeat everything he says but mimics his every movement.

JT Blade: You suck!

Diddly Squat: You suck!

JT Blade: Stare swallows!

Diddly Squat: Stare swallows!

JT Blade: JT Blade is the most bestest wrestler in the world.

Diddly Squat: JT Blade is shit!

JT Blade frown turns into smile and he starts to jump up and down, like a little kid.

JT Blade: Hahaha! I win! I win! You lose! You lo…….. wait. I’m not shit!

The crowd stop chanting “JT sucks” and start a “JT is shit!” chant. JT can’t take it anymore and runs at Diddly with a clothesline. Diddly ducks the move and slams the mic across the head of JT, almost knocking him out. Diddly follows up with a straight punch to the face, as the crowd continue their chant.

Diddly Squat: Now, who wants to get a shot in on this guy?

The whole crowd cheer greatly as each and everyone want to slap JT around. Diddly doesn’t know how cheered the loudest so he simply throws JT to the outside and follows him out. Diddly picks him and throws him into the ring post, making sure that he’s quite dazed. Diddly grabs JT, holding him up and then takes him around ringside. Diddly encourages the crowd to slap him, hit him, scratch him, punch him or throw things at him, to basically humiliate him. Eventually, Diddly throws JT over the barricade and takes him up to as many fans as he can. Each of them throws their beverage at him or slap him. A few fans even go as far as ripping some of his clothes. JT is a mess. After a decent amount of punishment, JT rakes Diddly’s eyes and runs off. Even as he runs away the crowd are throwing stuff at him, but he reaches safety eventually, as we go backstage.



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We are taken backstage where there is a lot of commotion. A herd of cops are in the hall way, surrounding the already exhausted J-man. The cops have him hand cuffed but J-man won’t go down without a fight. Suddenly Barry Bryant bursts onto the scene and gets some order.

Barry Bryant: What’s going on here?!

Once the cops have J-man restrained, one of them answers Barry’s questions.

Cop: We had a phone call of a sighting of illegal drugs being used by this man. We went through his belongings and found this

The cop raises a plastic bag filled with weed.

_the j-man: Barry, it was fucking planted on me. I didn’t bring this shit with me. It ain’t mine. They’re doing this because I’m a black man!

Barry is speechless.

Cop: We’re taking him downtown and he will spend a couple nights in jail.

Barry Bryant: That’s fine. Do what you have to do officer, but he needs to be released for Sunday’s pay-per-view.

Cop: By then, this should all be sorted out.

The cops take J-man away as Barry doesn’t seem to care, as he will be fine for Final Verdict. As the cops take J-man out of the building, they pass NIN who is then met by Spackle. _the j-man tries to attack Spackle, but the cops restrain him.

_the j-man: They did it. They planted it on me.

NIN and Spackle act as if they don’t know what he’s going on about, and soon the cops have removed J-man from the building.

NIN Horror: There ya go. The plan worked like a charm. J-man won’t be a problem for you for the next few days.

Spackle looks at NIN as if he is guilty of something.

Spackle: Yeah, about that…..

NIN looks at Spackle’s face as if something’s wrong.

NIN Horror: Your eyes are look kinda red, man. And they’re drooping. And you’re speaking with a bit of a slur…..

NIN realizes what Spackle has done.

NIN Horror: You didn’t….

Spackle nods his head.

NIN Horror: You did! You ass. You smoked that shit yourself.

Spackle: I couldn’t resist. Well, who cares? The plan still worked. Who would have known that J-man’s habit would have been helpful for something.

NIN can’t believe Spackle, but he just shakes his head and starts to walk off for his match as it is up next, when JT walks into the picture. Looking like an absolute mess, JT is all beat up. He looks at NIN, but the World Champion, ready for his match, just shakes his head and continues to walk on, as Blitz goes to its final commercial.

[Aladdin]

“Anything but Down,” plays as J.T. Blade makes his way to the ring. He swaggers inside the ring and waits as “School,” by Nirvana plays. The crowd is stirring as the World Champion NIN makes his way on the ramp. He holds his belt high with one arm and then drapes it over his shoulder. He slides into the ring and shakes his head in disgust at J.T. He then points to J.T. to get out of the ring. As the two exchange some words “My Generation,” hits. There is a mixed reaction as the fans all stand in anticipation of Stare. Stare makes his way under the Zerion to a roar from the fans. Stare stops, looks in disgust, and walks to the ring. He looks inside and smirks as NIN just taunts him with his belt. “Some kind of Monster,” hits and Simz makes his way down the ramp. He raises his hands and is ambushed from behind by Cactus. The ref rings the bell, even thought one of the participants is yet to arrive.

***MAIN EVENT***

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***TAG TEAM 3-WAY MATCH***[/u][/size]
NIN Horror & JT Blade
vs.
Simz & Stare
vs.
SoundScream & Cactus[/b][/color]
Written by Soundscream[/center]

Cactus clotheslines him from behind and points at Stare. Stare motions for Cactus and Cactus charges. Stare runs around the ring and then slides in. Both J.T and NIN sit back and watch as Cactus slides in as well. As Cactus hit’s the ring Stare drops and elbow to his head. Stare grabs a hold of the ropes and continues to stomp on the downed Cactus. He then looks at NIN and J.T. J.T joins in as NIN gives his belt to the announcer. The fans start chanting Scream as J.T. and Stare continue the onslaught on Cactus.

NIN cocks his head and then charges the three men. He attempts a clothesline, which sends his partner to the floor and stuns Stare. Stare locks eyes with NIN and the two butt heads. As they look as if they are going to go at it. “Get Back,” hits by Ludacris. The crowd goes nuts as Scream is seen walking with a purpose towards the ring.

On his way down the ramp, he stops over Simz who is making it to his feet and he begins stomping on him. The crowd is going crazy as inside the ring Stare and NIN also begin to fight.

Scream picks up Simz and tosses him down the ramp. Simz tries to crawl but Scream grabs him by the back of his head and unloads with a series of fists. On the other side of the ring J.T., creeps around the corner and tries to sneak attack Scream, but Scream catches him and delivers a thunderous clothesline. Simz crawls to his respective corner as Stare and NIN have at it. Cactus is on his feet and barrels into both Stare and NIN sending both to the floor.

Cactus then locks eyes on Simz as they are the only two in the ring. The ref finally gains control and calls for the bell.

Cactus and Simz tie up and grapple in the center of the ring. They both position themselves and Simz gets the better of it and slams Cactus to the mat. Meanwhile J.T is seen getting heaved into the ring by Scream. Simz grabs J.T. by his hair and tosses him over the far set of ropes back to the floor.

Cactus uses this to his advantage and clotheslines Simz. He then mounts him and begins to choke him. All men are now on the ring apron. The ref calls for a count and Cactus lets up. Scream begs for a piece of Simz but Cactus ignores him and delivers a stiff uppercut and Simz delivers one of his own. Both men again grapple in the middle of the ring and Simz sweeps Cactus’ legs sending him to the mat. Cactus gets to his feet and is poked in the eye by Simz.

As Cactus regains focus, Simz tags in a Stare who was calling to get in. Stare steps in the ring and Scream slaps the back of Cactus. Cactus looks displeased as Scream looks him in the eyes and then heads for Stare. He charges but Stare catches him with a Russian leg sweep. Stare follows Scream to the mat and puts him in a modified STF. Scream grabs the ropes and Stare releases his hold.

Stare grabs Scream’s head and begins to punch but Scream takes him down with a fireman’s carry and he then begins to choke Stare. As the ref calls for the break Scream smiles at NIN. NIN steps under the ropes but the ref runs over and forces NIN out.

Meanwhile, Simz sneaks in and delivers a swinging neck breaker to Scream laying him on the mat. He slides out but Cactus jumps off the apron with a double axe handle to the head. Cactus then positions himself back on the apron.

Stare stomps on Scream some more and then charges Cactus and delivers an elbow sending Cactus to the floor. Stare then looks and unexpectedly tags in J.T. Blade. J.T leaps on Scream for the cover but doesn’t even get one. He then drops an elbow but misses. Scream gets to one knee and pokes J.T. in the eye.

Scream smashes his elbow into J.T’s face and then tosses him into NIN’s corner. He motions for NIN to make the tag but NIN just jumps off the apron. The fans boo as NIN won’t tag J.T. Scream then charges J.T. and delivers a splash in the corner. He whips J.T. into Simz and Stare’s corner and they both seem to get the tag. The ref seems confused as both men enter the ring and charge Scream.

Scream ducks a clothesline from Stare and spears Simz. Stare attacks Scream from behind as Cactus is back in the ring. He pounces on Stare and the two roll out on the floor. On the outside NIN helps J.T up and then punches him in the face. He then tosses him in the ring and leaves ring side.

Scream sees NIN leaving and tries to go after him but Simz stops him and delivers his Simz City. The crowd is stunned as Scream lay on the mat. He goes for the cover. The ref is in position but J.T. leaps from the top turnbuckle and lands on the ref.

J.T stands as if hitting the ref in error. Simz gets up furious and tosses J.T into one corner. On the outside Cactus and Stare continue to brawl. Stare delivers a low blow and begins to laugh. He looks in the ring and notices Scream layed out. He slides in motions to Simz to get a chair. Simz grabs a folding chair and tosses it to Stare.

Simz then picks up Scream and holds him. Stare slaps the chair a few times and then unloads it. Cactus from the outside grabs Scream’s legs sending Scream to the mat and the chair crashes onto Simz’s skull. Simz goes over the top rope and Stare holds his head in disbelief. Cactus then reveals a barbed wire bat as Scream now his on his feet. Both men look intently at Stare who quickly slides out of the ring.

J.T. stumbles out of the far corner and walks into the middle of the ring. He looks and sees both Scream and Cactus on either side of him. He too slides out of the ring but Stare tosses him back in. Cactus grabs a hold of J.T., points at Stare and smashes the bat on J.T’s skull. Blood trickles from his head as Cactus then tells Scream, “Your turn.”

Scream then takes the bat and he too smashes it into J.T. J.T. hit’s the mat in a pool of blood. Cactus slaps the ref a few times pulls him to the center of the ring. Cactus then looks at Scream who puts a boot on J.T.’s chest. Cactus helps lift the ref’s arm to a three count.

Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, Cactus & Soundscream!

Soundscream and Cactus stare at each other momentarily, as if they both shared the same respect for each other, before they turn their attentions to Stare, who is fuming from the outside, knowing that he didn’t get his position back and that Cactus of all people picked up the win. Stare doesn’t know what to do, stuck on whether or not to go into the ring but get beaten down or just walk away. Stare finally sees it as an easy choice and turns around, as if he’s about to walk off. He heads up the ramp when Cactus is heard across the arena. We pan back to the ring to see Cactus with a mic in hand. Stare turns around and looks at him.

Cactus: Stare, looks like our match just got that much more interesting. Now, I don’t really care about Barry being the ref because regardless of him, I’ll be getting the one, two, three. But there is something at my discretion. I have the option to choose any stipulation I want for our match. Now, I thought about this for a while, and sure this match is a little contrived, but what the hell. At Final Verdict, the two of us will meet in a Desert Death Match.

Stare look stunned but suddenly he bursts into laughter, not at all intimidated by the choice. The crowd are some confused.

Cactus: Is that funny? Well, does this sound funny to you, Stare. The ring is surrounded by a cage, just a bit higher than the ropes, which are covered in sharp, spikes. Basically, it’s made to emulate cacti. And those spikes will hurt. They will rip open skin and flesh. They will pierce your skin, so that by the end of the match you look like a pin cushion. And if you dare to climb over that cage, you may use whatever weapon you like, but the pin must be made inside the ring. Sound funny.

The camera shows Stare with his mouth wide open, jaw dropped after Cactus’s announcement. He can’t believe it. What he found funny a few moments ago, he know finds horrifying. Cactus hands the mic over to Scream who also has a match announcement to make.

Scream: NIN, Simz. All I have to say is……….

Before Scream can complete his sentence, he is struck in the back with a steel chair. He drops to his knees, with his back in a lot of pain. Simz is seen yielding the chair. Cactus immediately goes to work on Simz, before he could manage to hit him with the chair. Cactus has Simz backed up against the ropes, throwing lefts and rights, when from behind, Stare clubs him with a double axe handle to the back. Cactus is stunned and slowly turns around, to get a clothesline from Stare, knocking the two of them over the ring to the floor below. The two of them duke it out, exchanging rights and lefts, eventually taking the fight into the crowd until they disappear outside the arena. Back in the ring, Simz has picked up Scream and is ready to hit him with the chair once more. He raises the chair up and goes to smash it on Scream’s head, but after having snuck up behind him, NIN clocks Simz with his World Title belt, knocking Simz down to the mat. NIN quickly turns his attention to Scream, smashes him over the head with his Title belt as well. NIN surveys the area, with both of his opponents on the mat. NIN is suddenly turned around. JT Blade is standing in front of him, bloodied and beaten, but demanding an explanation. NIN offers none and instead lifts him up into a torture rack. NIN spins him around and plants him with a piledirver, nailing his Creature Of The Night finisher. The crowd pop big for this, but NIN soon moves back to his opponents and stands with one leg on each opponent’s neck. The two of them struggles to breathe as NIN raises his title high above his head as Blitz goes off the air.


CREDIT: Aladdin, Soundscream, NIN Horror & Cactus.[/i][/size]

[Aladdin]

Promo Ratings

Aladdin’s Ratings

Ben “The Rebel” Jenkins – 0.0 (Thought you would promo. Thought you had potential.)

“The Canadian Icon” Chilly Willy – 4.2 (Good stuff. Not your best but it didn’t need to be. I especially enjoyed the first paragraph. Good luck at Final Verdict.)


_the j-man – 4.6 (I definitely think you could have done better, but it was still great. I didn’t feel like you put your all into this. Sure, it was entertaining but not as much as your promos usually are. You ran down Reaper really well and you touched on Spackle and why the match was coming about. You also cleverly bought up the whole non-title match and how P2PW management are trying to screw you over. So, good job overall.)

Soul Reaper – 4.9 (The booking power thing was good…very good. I am a Reaper mark. I am really loving your promo as of late. They’ve been sorta shoot-ish and stil IC. The dropping of E2’s name here and there was a nice OOC touch too. You always seems to really bury your opponents. The ending was just excellent.)


NIN Horror – 4.9 (Heh….shithead…nice. You’re so good with words that it would be impossible for you to write an under-par promo. All of your promos are of the highest standard, and that’s excellent. It’s a shame that your retard of a partner for this match ruined your chances. But you own. As-Salamu Alaykum)

JT Blade – 3.5 (I was enjoying reading this and then I scrolled down and the whole thing ended very abruptly. You really didn’t address the match at all, really. However, you mentioned Diddly and you fired Cornelius, which was cool I guess. You’re a good writer, you just need to write more and about relevant stuff. Oh, and what you said after the promo was one of the gayest, stupidest things I’ve heard. You should be booked against inactive people only just for that. Fucking stupid.)

Simz – 4.2 (Not sure what you were trying to accomplish with this. I mean the interaction was good and all but it made Stare look a lot stronger than you. I know you were busy this week, so it’s all good. Just do your best for the Final Verdict match.)

Stare – 4.7 (Good job. It was an awesome promo overall. I got a little bored in the middle but you pulled me right back into it by the end.)

Soundscream – 4.5 (I could tell you didn’t give this your all. It wasn’t up to the standard you have set for yourself. However, it was still great. Your symbolism was great as always, which is why I really like your promos. And you had some good stuff to say about your opponents. Wasn’t to high on the last part, though. Good job.)

Cactus – 4.5 (Excellent shiznit, my man. Great promo. I liked this little respect union between you and Scream, and the fact that you addressed your past but said right now you have other things to worry about. It was a tad short, but what you did was awesome.)


Reaper’s Ratings

NIN- 5 Never missed a beat, took nothing given to him by JT and turned it around into a first class promo.

JT – 3 And thats what you were going for I suppose. Disgraceful show of sportsmanship says I.

Simz -4.2 It seemed to have been really getting somewhere and then it was over, but what was there was nicely done.

Stare- 4.6 haven't seen one of these in a while, it was a new thing you were trying to do and its working out.

Cactus -4.3 Playing off of Screams promo nicely and put yourself into a more trusting light with Scream can do good.

Scream- 4.7 well done, and put together. Tying in the football play call at the end was a nice touch.


Chilly- 4.4 blowing off the no show and focusing on the only challenge in this company did wonders.


Stare’s Ratings

Chilly Willy --- 3.5 (Decent. Definetly wasn't up to par of your most recent work. Anyways, still a decent promo)


J-man --- 4.7 (Very solid promo. I enjoyed the way you talked about you rivlary with Spackle, and then went to your rivalry with Reaper. It made me really feel like your character was being looked over on purpose after your reasoning.)

Reaper --- 4.9 (Excellent. Mostly because you took my favorite part of J's promo, whihc is him making himself appear to be looked over, and annihalated that. Awesome promo, the new character is working out quite well)

Match Stats

***SINGLES MATCH***

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Ben “The Rebel” Jenkins
vs.
“The Canadian Icon” Chilly Willy[/center]

Chilly Willy – 4.033 promo points + 0.6 voting points = 4.633
Ben Jenkins – 0.0 promo points + 0.5 voting points = 0.5

***NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH***

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_the j-man
vs.
Soul Reaper[/b][/color][/center]

Soul Reaper – 4.9 promo points + 0.5 voting points = 5.4
_the j-man – 4.65 promo points + 0.6 voting points = 5.25

***MAIN EVENT***

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***TAG TEAM 3-WAY MATCH***[/u][/size]
NIN Horror & JT Blade
vs.
Simz & Stare
vs.
SoundScream & Cactus[/b][/color][/center]

Soundscream & Cactus – (4.6 + 4.4) 9 promo points + 0.4 voting points = 9.4
Simz & Stare – (4.2 + 4.65) 8.85 promo points + 0.4 voting points = 9.25
NIN Horror & JT Blade – (4.95 + 3.25) 8.2 promo points + 0.3 voting points = 8.5

[Your Morality Enforcer]

Wow, this feels almost Twlight Zone-like. Well done to Aladdin for producing an excellent show when it fell to him

[Reaper]

not a great day to be _the j-man... thats too bad, and as far as Chilly Willy goes. Nice kick, but if thats all you've got up your sleeve kid, you'll need the rest of Canada to help you beat me.

[Stare]

Awesome Job to all involved. I really appreciate this Aladdin.

Cactus blows

[juncojunky]

Good show, lives up to the tedious wait ... nice read

[The Great JT]

In character, Al, you're not supposed to mention the out-of-character stuff. Stop being stupid!

Anyway, great show. 'Cept for the JT/Diddly Squat segment, because the writer didn't bother sorting out in- and out-of character.

[Aladdin]

Stop complaining.

1. Segments are always funnier when you bring in OOC stuff into it. It's not like i took you totally out of character.

2. You deserved it after what you said after your promo. Fucking pathetic that you tried to prevent NIN from winning his match.


EDIT: And the segment wasn't even my idea.

[Faster Pussycat!]

I really enjoyed the show, the segments were all well writen and fun to read. It was so funny that _the j-man got arrested for his own weed, and that Spackle smoked the plant bag, that had me in stiches. ;D


Also, I know this was a typo, but I loved it,

"Stare: Look junior. They don’t call me the King of Kings for nothing. I can go for years without a match and still put on a five stare wrestling clinic.

;D ;D ;D

[The Great JT]

aladdin said:

2. You deserved it after what you said after your promo. Fucking pathetic that you tried to prevent NIN from winning his match.

It's called being a heel. Betraying a tag team partner, being cocky, et cetera.

[Faster Pussycat!]

JT, what you did was not being a heel, you were just being an asshole. Insulting me, saying that you'll screw me over in the promo, that's fine, you purposely wrote a bad promo to lose the match. That's not heelish, that's just unprofessional, and a really shameful act on your part.

[Cactus]

I owned stare, i might blow, but you swallow.

Well done Al, also the JT Diddly segment was fucking gold, gold I say

[brockandsable]

aladdin said:

JT Blade: I don’t!

Diddly Squat: I don’t!

JT Blade looks at Diddly confused.

JT Blade: What are you doing?!

Diddly Squat: What are you doing?!

JT Blade: I didn’t stutter.

Diddly Squat:I didn’t stutter.

JT Blade: Answer me!

Diddly Squat: Answer me!

The crowd love every second of it, as Diddly mimics everything JT is saying.

JT Blade: Are you stupid?!

Diddly Squat: Are you stupid?!

JT Blade: Stop it!

Diddly Squat: Stop it!

JT Blade: Stop….

Diddly Squat: Stop….

JT Blade: …it!

Diddly Squat: …it!

JT Blade: Quit it!

Diddly Squat: Quit it!

^AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[The Great JT]

ninhorror said:

JT, what you did was not being a heel, you were just being an asshole. Insulting me, saying that you'll screw me over in the promo, that's fine, you purposely wrote a bad promo to lose the match. That's not heelish, that's just unprofessional, and a really shameful act on your part.

Believe what you want to believe, NINster.

[Aladdin]

blademasterjt said:

aladdin said:

2. You deserved it after what you said after your promo. Fucking pathetic that you tried to prevent NIN from winning his match.

It's called being a heel. Betraying a tag team partner, being cocky, et cetera.

Bullshit. You clearly said it out of character.

[brockandsable]

brockandsable said:

aladdin said:

JT Blade: I don’t!

Diddly Squat: I don’t!

JT Blade looks at Diddly confused.

JT Blade: What are you doing?!

Diddly Squat: What are you doing?!

JT Blade: I didn’t stutter.

Diddly Squat:I didn’t stutter.

JT Blade: Answer me!

Diddly Squat: Answer me!

The crowd love every second of it, as Diddly mimics everything JT is saying.

JT Blade: Are you stupid?!

Diddly Squat: Are you stupid?!

JT Blade: Stop it!

Diddly Squat: Stop it!

JT Blade: Stop….

Diddly Squat: Stop….

JT Blade: …it!

Diddly Squat: …it!

JT Blade: Quit it!

Diddly Squat: Quit it!

^AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

^AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[Scream]

Nice show. I look forward to frying NIN and Simz.

[brockandsable]

Yeah, right.

[Scream]

^yawn

[brockandsable]

"Wake up foo, your wife is at my door!"