FUSION PREVIEW: PROMO'S, VOTING,

[brockandsable]

Coolio.

[Scream]

To know your enemy, you must become your enemy... Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Sun Tzu “The Art of War”

I’m not a reader per say. Don’t get me wrong I read but I’m more of a people reader. I read people’s faces, I read the way people interact. I seize opportunities when I get the chance. When I was given “The Art of War,“ I tossed it in my garbage can. No time to read when preparing for a championship match. But one day I changed my mind and picked the book out of the garbage. I read it cover to cover and was enlightened. In it Sun Tzu explores the possibility of victory without violence and stresses the need to win before the battle has even begun via proper strategy and attitude.

I have thought about this for some time…victory without violence? Impossible in my line of work. How can you win without inflicting pain on your enemy? Maybe Sun Tzu isn’t a reliable author when it comes to wrestling. But the need to win before the battle has ever begun intrigued me. How do you win before it begins? I held the answer when I entered Final Verdict. I had both Simz and NIN beat before I entered that ring. I was confident that I would win and I did.

And tonight I meet NIN again….
"In a battle, never use a company for some other purpose than what you have assigned it to, unless you want to cause disorder."

I know he is pissed, angry, vengeful. Not only at me but my partner. NIN, I know we are far from over. You beat me in our first encounter when Simz interfered and I beat you when you feel that Cactus interfered. We met once before in a tag match that ended as a no contest. Tonight it will be a contest with Cactus and I as victors.

SPACKLE
"To know how to recognize an opportunity in war, and take it, benefits you more than anything else."

You defeated the j-man to become the number one contender. But what intrigues me the most is who you stole that number one contender match from. The man that you trust tonight in that ring has a hatred in the pit of his stomach. A hatred for me, a hatred for Cactus and believe it or not a hatred for you. You Spackle stepped out of the shadows and in turn cast one of your own. You had an opportunity, you took it, and now you hold destiny in your hands. Imagine after winning the biggest match of your life at Verdict you trump NIN again and pin the World Champ? Imagine that? It’s all about opportunity, something you hold in your hands. But don’t let your torch get to close or I’ll blow it out.

CACTUS
"To know your enemy, you must become your enemy... Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

Tonight begins a new era in P2PW history. Cactus you coined our partnership as "the oddest tag team." I'd have to agree. Odd in many ways. How do I tag with a man who for over a year and a half has tried to end my career? A man who has taken me to the limit? Well, times have changed and a new book is about to be opened. Tonight, Cactus we join forces again to take on a former champ and the number one contender for the P2PW title.

A new chapter will be written tonight. I am the World Champion for a reason. NIN knows it, Cactus knows it, and soon Spackle will know it. Don't ever underestimate me. Don't ever turn your back on me. Don't ever try to steal from me. NIN last time we met I left you hanging from a steel cage as electricity flowed through your body. Spackle you tried to interfere but sadly failed. Or did you?

Trust is the game gentlemen. Do we really trust our partners? Do we know where allegiance lie? Tonight we find out. A new beginning for some and the end for the next. Tonight Cactus and I will set an example out of NIN and Spackle and I'll prove that I am
THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!


VOTES:

Fizz
Aladdin
E2
Scream and Cactus

[Faster Pussycat!]

[glow=blue,2,300]It was my father's dream. One world, one master. But to Marathon ten years ago he sent a mere wave. I am leading an ocean! [/glow]

*The scene opens on beautiful, lavish ancient Grecian terraces. The camera pans around to find marvelous fountains, masterwork statues, and exotic animals and plants. Many pretty, toga-clad people play and socialize in the terraces. A lowly hoplite, bloody and beaten from a recent battle, runs into frame. He carries the jagged and incomplete remains of his sword and shield in hand as the camera follows him. The hoplite comes upon marble steps, stops, and kneels at the top of them. The camera pans around to reveal what must be the royal porch. The giant marble stage is filled with concubines, towering pillars, statues, and all sorts of golden constructs. The camera zooms in on the magnificent throne, a high marble seat with red velvet cushions, and snarling golden lions on both sides. Occupying the throne is none other than NIN Horror, dressed in regal armor, more embellished than any other ancient king’s, with his many tattoos being the only anachronism. NIN lies back in the throne, being fanned by a eunuch on one side, and being fed grapes by a concubine on the other. A look of concern takes NIN’s face as he brushes away the concubine and stands up. NIN sees the hoplite kneeling at his front steps, and signals for him to approach the throne. The camera cuts to the hoplite’s perspective; the sun reflects off of NIN’s golden breastplate, giving him an aurora of divinity. The hoplite approaches the throne, and kneels at it’s steps, his voice trembles as soon as NIN allows him to speak. *


Hoplite: M-Master, your forces were def-destroyed at the pass. O-our superior numbers were of no help, the enemy su-surprised us and quickly divided our ranks. In a p-panic, most of our soldiers were slaughtered, but when they g-got their wits about them, they fought bravely, but still fell to the enemy’s st-steel. As I know it, I-I am the only one l-left.

*NIN walks down the steps of his throne, and chuckles, as if he knew what was coming. NIN stops in front of the hoplite and puts his hand on his shoulder. The hoplite’s blood stained face looks up threw his battered helmet, surprised by NIN’s mercy. *

NIN Horror: Rise noble soldier, you fought bravely, your mere survival is victory enough for today. Even though your brothers in arms were slaughtered to the last man, do not worry, the blood they shed is a mere drop in the bucket of my vast army. They sacrificed themselves for my divine empire, and will not go un-avenged. Yes hoplite, I will tend your wounds, and before long you will be able to reclaim your glory against the barbarian hoards who injured you today. Go now and know this, your blood does not fall in vain, soon I will conquer the hoards, and your sacrifices will be well rewarded.

*NIN puts his hand on the hoplite’s chin and raises him to his feet. Servants come to assist the hoplite, they take his sword, shield, and remove his armor. They exit the scene as they go off to a doctor. The look of reverence that had masked NIN’s face has now transformed into a solemn look of disappointment. NIN folds his arms behind his back, and walks across the throne stage, and then down the first set of steps. NIN walks along the terraces, and stops at a seven foot tall statue of Zeus. NIN unfolds his arms and wipes back on his forehead. *

NIN Horror: Great Zeus, is a simple victory good enough for you? Is one win, not a brave or noble win by any stretch, but a win just the same, is that good enough? I have given you great victories, Glorious victories in the past, and must I remind you, that I’ve never truly tasted defeat, just, setbacks? No, I didn’t think so Mighty Lord, I can only ask of you, that you be satisfied with what I will soon do. I will soon avenge my recent embarrassment, and I will offer you the offenders’ heads on pikes. I will soon regain my crown, and take my place back on the throne of this world. Rest assured Great Lord, the bitter taste of defeat will be overcome by the heavenly taste of vengeance. I shall lick my fallen enemy’s blood from my fingers, and then place MY crown upon my head, once again.

*NIN motions the crown on his head with his hands, and then crosses his arms. NIN looks away from the statue, and starts walking further along the terraces. NIN comes upon a bench, and a gigantic marble statue of himself. The NIN statue is dressed as he is now, but it wears a stunning crown on its head. The statue stands nearly fifteen feet tall, and has one foot on the bench. Its right hand is on its hip, and its left hand shields its eyes from the sun, as the statue looks out across the terraces. NIN stares up at the statue for a moment, and then sits on the bench. NIN sits completely in the statue’s immense shadow. *

NIN Horror: ‘World’s Oddest Tag Team’, bah, more like ‘World’s Most Obvious Tag Team’. Cactus, you’ve been doing nothing of importance except for helping out Scream for over a year now. Whenever Scream falls, you catch him. Whenever Scream needs a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on, you are there Cactus. I cannot fathom for the life of me why you two continue to rattle on about being reluctant allies. I know why you two help each other out though, that’s simple. Scream can’t get anything done on his own anymore, and Cactus is just a broken down old tool. Cactus, I don’t you if you’re a bald faced liar, incoherent, or just plain retarded. ‘If you were asked to team up with Scream six months ago,’ bitch you asked to team up with Scream six months ago. Don’t you remember that Cactus? Or are the years of getting your ass handed to you finally catching up? Are you so tied up in your ‘Lone Wolf’ attitude that you can’t admit to being someone’s faithful partner? Or is it too big a threat to what little ‘chismo you got left? Face it Cactus, you don’t mean anything anymore. You have no importance here, and you are not going any higher in position. Cactus you are just Scream’s stool-boy, he plays, you dance. Cactus you love to be Scream’s partner, that’s been your purpose for over a year. You mindlessly and faithfully orbit him like a small empty moon, Scream wouldn’t be half of what he is today if it weren’t for you. He’s a two time World Champion because of you, and how does he thank you? He promptly throws you to the lions so he can save himself from getting his comeuppance.

*NIN reaches around and loosens his breastplate, then takes it off, revealing his abs and chest tattoos and scars. NIN sets the breastplate up next to him on the bench, and continues talking. *

NIN Horror: Cactus, I was supposed to get my revenge on you last week, but I was denied that, like so many other things here. I was supposed to pin you to the mat, and then kill you, tear you apart limb from limb, but instead, I had to settle for a meaningless DQ victory. But that won’t happen this week, no. This week you won’t be so lucky. I’m going to get you in that ring, and no one will be able to interfere. This week, I’m going to end your sad existence here, I’m going to put an end to your embarrassing career. And the best part of it? I’m going to retire you with the most meager of efforts. Your destruction at my hands will be the highlight of your sad career. What do you have to show for your years of battles, what can you look back at with pride? Your scars? Please, I have scars, and while I’m proud of them, they are no measure of my accomplishments. Cactus your only purpose in this company is to keep Scream safe, but this week, I will see to it that your cartel is deposed. If you take your own advice and not show up, I will go and find you. This week Cactus it’s not about standings or contenderships, this week is about revenge. Whether it be in the ring or out, I will get you back for costing me the World Title, and Scream won’t be able to save your ass this week, because I’m going to have him right where I want him as well.

*NIN wipes his platinum blonde hair out of his face and continues. *

NIN Horror: Scream, don’t let your cheap, vile theft of MY World Title go to your head. I have your number, we may be tied in matched, but don’t forget that it was my Legdrop that put you down for a three right before I won the Title. You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, and you’re right about this not being over. This week, after I disassemble Cactus, I will put you through the wringer, but unlike Cactus, I will not end your career, no, you will not be that lucky. I will leave you alive, barley, so that I can rightfully regain MY World Title. I will let you leave Fusion with one match left in your career. And when that match comes, I will obliterate you. I will grind you up, I will smash you up, and I will leave nothing of you left except for your two shoulders, so that I can pin them to the mat, and take back the World Title. I will get some revenge on you this week, not all that I want, but just enough to hold me over. Scream, you and Cactus stole what was mine, a strap of leather with gold plates, a championship, MY championship, but what I will take from you two, one could argue, is much more valuable. I won’t take material possessions, or even something a bit more abstract like a championship, I’m going to take your lives. Scream, I will destroy you because you stole my title, and because you’ve been nothing but trouble for me, and Cactus, I will destroy you because you helped in that theft, and in the subsequent troublemaking.

Scream, leave your books at home, they cannot help you. Don’t smirk for reading something in a book, it doesn’t make you smart. The Art of War is of no use to you, its texts do not apply. You are daft to believe its or your own ramblings, because they are false. There is no tension between Spackle and I, one slipup will not come between us. Scream, I bet you think you’re so smart, I bet you think you have the psychological edge, will you don’t. Spackle and I are not on shaky grounds, and your manservant Cactus will not be able to save your ass this time. Because scream, after I eliminate Cactus, I’m coming right for you. Burns, cuts, shocks, none of them will compare to what I will do to you with my own two hands, but you must remember, that what you get this week is not the whole of my vengeance, rather, the pain I inflict on you will be a small example of my malice. And when I let you leave with your pathetic life, that will be the extent of my mercy, because after that I will come back for what is rightfully mine. I will beat you within an inch of your sad life, and then later, I will destroy that last inch, and reclaim MY World Championship. Scream, you messed with the bull, but you won’t get the horns, you will get the vengeance of a thousand nations. Mark my words, they just might be the last you’ll ever hear.

*NIN stands up and walks off screen as the scene fades to black…

[Reaper]

JT
Scream/Cactus
not voting on the main event, don't like it... too fuckin bad.

[Scream]

And locked gentlemen. Thanks for all who voted and participated.

[Aladdin]

The scene opens up to show Aladdin looking straight into the camera with two banners behind him. The one to the left has the TNT logo on it and the one to the right has Blitz’s logo. Aladdin looks as smart as always, dressed in flared jeans, a dress shirt and a black pinstriped blazer, with his hair messily placed behind his ears, and his goatee beard on full display. There’s nothing fancy about the set up, it’s just him, the camera and his background. No nonsense. No bullshit.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Not so extravagant, is it? It’s not the usual scene with things going on around me. I’m not talking to anyone else, I’m not doing anything but talk to you. Do you want to know why? Well, I’ve been her two long years, going on three and I’ve watched a lot of promos. I seen people get thrown in jail. I’ve seen people taunt the crowds, I’ve seen people trash offices, people working out in the gym, people playing poker, people at the race and so many more different and unique scenarios each and every week. I’m not immune to that either. I’ve been to my parent’s birthplace, Sri Lanka, to cut a promo, I’ve been to a car dealer’s to cut a promo, I’ve cut a promo while I drove around and again so much more. Well, this week I sat down and I thought long and hard about what I could do. I mean, think about it! It’s a huge day! It’s the first ever Fusion show, and I’m on the card. I’ve got to start things out with a bang. But…….the ideas just didn’t flow like they used to. I guess I’m getting a bit old….okay maybe not old…..but tired out. So, what could I do? I thought for some more, but no. Nothing. And then I thought to myself, why am I even bothering? What does it matter? Why should I have to think of something so big and elaborate that I’m getting a head-ache thinking about it? Why? What’s the point, because at the end of the day my point will be the same. So, here I am. No bullshit. Just me. How many times have you seen someone just shoot like this? Then I thought, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I mean, people need to stay entertained and attached. But then I realized just who I am. I am “The Tiger” Aladdin. I’m the most charismatic entertaining superstar on this roster, and as long as I’m on your TV and you have a pulse then you’ll be entertained and wanting more. Because, yes, I am an intelligent son of a bitch. Yes, I am a charismatic son of a bitch. Yes, I am a handsome son of a bitch. Yes, I am an eloquent son of a bitch. And of course, yes, I am one cocky son of a bitch, but that’s why you love me.

Aladdin breaks into his lady-killing smile for the camera.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Okay, so let’s get straight to the point. I’m going to keep this as short as possible because I want to make this as clear as possible to everyone who this concerns. No excuses. Everything I say right now, you had all better take it to heart. You had all better take it as a personal shot at you. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m talking my mind, and I don’t care what anyone thinks. You got a problem with what I say, well fuck you. I could care less. That goes to the writers, the creative team, the officials, the management, the roster and even the fans. So listen the fuck up everyone.

Aladdin is no longer smiling, looking pretty pissed off.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: I’ve got a few things to address. So, let’s get right to it. I have stepped down as head booker. Yes, it’s the second time I’ve done this. Now, you all can label me as a quitter. I know how some of you think, I’ve heard you talk. I hear you when you mutter under your breath. “Aladdin’s a quitter.” “Can’t he do anything on time?” “He’s just doing it for the money.” So, people want to call me a quitter. Go for it. Speak your mind, but why don’t you say it to my face. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a pussy who can’t be up front about things. Damn that pisses me off. But, let me address the content of what was said. See, I don’t agree with the term quitter. I stepped down. I did not quit. The way I see it is that the fed was having problems, I put my hand up and volunteered to help out. I wasn’t asked. I volunteered. I did what I had to do to make sure the company got back on its feet and was doing good business. I never said I would do this permanently. I got everything back together and I handed over the reigns to someone who will be more than fine at doing it. As for the other comments, sure, I take my time but I have a life. This fed is a large part of my life, it’s my job, but you do realize it’s not the only thing in my life. I pity anyone who sees this as they only thing going for them. I refuse to be in the band wagon. And the money thing. Ha! I get no extra money for this shit. Like I said, I volunteered. I get no pay-off. I did it for the sake of the fed, and I’m hardly even appreciated. I still wonder why I even did it. But, to the next in line, good luck bro. You’re going to need it.

Aladdin pauses for a second.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Okay, now that that’s out of the way we can get down to real business. Last week, I proved to the world that I am the man. That I am the face of this company. That I am the face of pro wrestler. I am the man to beat. Later this year when you look at the annual PWI’s top 500 wrestlers, you’ll see my name right at the top at numero uno. And there will be no split decision, there will be no dispute because I beat the man who was my only challenge. I proved that I am number one, and Ninja is number two. Now, he can go on about how it was just my lucky day or how he just had a bad day, but the facts are this: I beat you fair and square. Not only did I beat you but I made you tap. The supposed invincible champion was made to submit by yours truly. There score is 3-0 in my favour, Ninja. You are obsolete. You just gave me my crowning moment, Ninja. You cemented the fact that my title run is the greatest Rage Title run in history. I have beaten everyone who I’ve come across without much fuss.

Aladdin smirks.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, I just beat the former champion, so surely I should got a shot at a world title but no. I have to go through Trent Acid of all people to get my shot. Now, I’m all for competition but I just feel like I’m getting the shaft. I mean, i’ve shined on TNT and proven that I’m the best talent in the world but I haven’t received any title shots. Now, you could say that I got an opportunity at Sole Survivor to book myself into the main event of WF3, but as we all know I got screwed out of winning that match. And I really mean that I got screwed out of that match. I’m shooting right now. I deserved the win, but I got screwed over by a booker who seems to have disappeared. But that’s in the past now. I’ve learned from my mistakes and I won’t be making them again. If ANYONE fucking gets involved with this match, you will have hell to pay. But, it will take a lot to actually try and get involved because my back up will make sure that the better man wins this match. And, I’m the better man.

Aladdin pauses.

“The Tiger” Aladdin: Now, Trent, don’t think I’m not going to address you. I wouldn’t do that. But there’s not much to say. We’ve crossed paths once before and that was when you got involved with my tag team match a few weeks ago. If I recall correctly, you Acid Bombed me through a store window. Painful. It was quite impressive though, I must say. Great visual. You were set to face me at Payback for my title, but you some how got out of it. Good move on your part. You saved yourself from a beating. But, now the fans have voted and they want to see that beating. They want to see me get my revenge. They don’t really care about your involvement in this match. They already know that I’ve got the match won. Everyone knows it. Hell, I won the poll by a landslide. All they want to see is me defeat and embarrass a different opponent. And you’re just that. A different opponent. Your name doesn’t come into this. Everything you’ve done in your career doesn’t come into it. It’s all irrelevant because all you are is just another victim. Another name for me to cross off my endangered species list. So, Trent, don’t think that you’ll get lucky again and win a title. There will not be any cigarettes in this match. There will be however suffering and torture. And the end result of you tapping out to the Caged Animal. Tonight, I will be named number one contender. The match is simply a formality. My destiny is just a few matches away. My destiny is the world title. And tonight I make sure my destiny becomes a reality.

Aladdin stops talking and takes out a lighter. He goes to the side of the banners and turns on the flame. He puts it to the edge of the banner and it quickly sets alight. Within a few second, the TNT & Blitz banners are ashes and behind it is a Fusion banner with the Black Tiger logo smothered all over it. Aladdin looks intensely into the camera as we fade to black.

[Reaper]

...interesting... wonder what will come of this...

[brockandsable]

It's going to count. Don't like it, too fucking bad. [/S. Reaper]