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robishott
07-17-06, 03:33 PM
(The second ever "Pimetime Promo" starts off with a quick clip of last week's Center Stage. Nakita Dahaka defeats Rob Franklin in the match of the night-and therefor SHOULD become FTO champion, right? But as the camera pans out, we see Rob Franklin holding htat very same title grinning in front of the TV screen)

Rob- I know exactly what you idiots are thinking... Nakita is FTO champion! But the fact of the matter is, I won the triple threat match at Center Stage. On the Franklin Scoring System-or FSS. Therefor, I AM FTO CHAMPION! With a score of 67 to 64 to 61 I won, followed closely by Ms. Dahaka and Mr. Justice. So thank you people for understanding that I am the winner AND STILL champion. You have NO idea how many people have told me about how I have wasted god given talent. I have no god given talent.

(Rob pauses and looks around)

Rob- No Pieske here tonight. Pieske has decided to stay in confinement for a week after he was done wrong at Center Stage. As a consolaton prize, I hereby award Pieske with the FTO Television title! We are now both champion and you all are nothing!

(Rob puls out a toy foam belt with FTO written in sharpie over the part that said WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT.)

Rob- Lastly, I will now take this time to answer hate mail.
The first letter is from Billy in New York. Billy writes:

Dear Rob,
I am a hardcore fan of yours, but I think you should know, that people make fun of you and you made up belt. You should trash that thing!

Rob- Billy, Shut the hell up. You make me sick by saying you are a fan. I have no fans. What do you know about the FTO title? Nothing.

Rob- FTO for churning out idiots like Billy.

Rob- FTO.


FADE TO BLACK

Hell_Fighter
07-17-06, 04:30 PM
::[Fade In]

[The scene opens with "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka and her manager Delilah Demonik fresh off of Nakita MCW Center Stage 5 Debut when she defeated Rob Franklin and Joseph Justice in the triple threat match. She is already cleaned up, out of her in-ring attire and wearing her non wrestling street attire. She is carrying a dufflebag over her shoulder with her things in it. Delilah taps Nakita on the shoulder to get her attention. Nakita turns to address the camera in front of her.]

Nakita Dahaka: "You know Rob. As far as I'm concerned, and I will say this so that I can help mend your fractured little male ego. This was a nontitle match. I wasn't fighting you for your FTO belt. I know that belt means absolutely nothing to me but it that figment of your imagination means everything to you. So yes you still have your FTO belt and you can go on blabbing about how much this organization should go F(beep)k ourselves. You have the right to continue crying foul and conspiracy until you are blue in the face. You can continue spitting in little Billy face and burning his letters in the fireplace saying that you don't need fans and they don't deserve you. Oh please by all means continue living in your own little world of disillusion and self-gradification."

[Nakita pauses as she motions to the camera to come close and zoom up on her face. She peers directly into the camera with it focused in on her green eyes starring back with a calm sadistic smile on her face.]

"Bottomline Franklin. I don't need or or want your ego or your pathetic belt. Simply put, I already own you. Tonight on Center Stage 5, in this arena, in the middle of that ring...

I...MADE...YOU...TAP...OUT!

Just think, me...a mere little girl compared to your ego as you put it last week should be working in the kitchen making you breakfast...made you squeel like little piggy b(beep)tch! I own you. Your fate is mine and I claimed it for my own. Who needs FTO titles when I have something better. I have you as my own personal footstool licking the S(beep)t off my boots. You are beneath me and will first of many that will pave the way of my reign. So congradualations are in order, you just became my first trophy and that's better than anything you ever had."

[Nakita starts to walk off but then remembers something else that comes to her mind as she turns her attention back to the camera.]

"However, I am not like some people that are like...

'I beat you and now I am done with you.'

Casting you aside like trash littered on the ground. No I'm not like that. In fact anytime if you want me. You feel froggy to try and come after me again hoping to redeem yourself and salvage what little shread of dignity you have left. I'm easy to find. Just say my name three times and I will appear, or just look for my whore of a manager Delilah and she will make all of the arrangements. We can always pick this up where we left off, but I assure you the end result will be just like tonight on Center Stage. You being owned by The Dark Phenom once again. But please come after me if you can."

[Nakita walks off, but Delilah Demonik approaches the camera with a smug look on the her face.]

Delilah: "And just think, you should of taken my offer when you had the chance. Sucks to be you don't it. I guess you'll be spending the week all alone with a porno on the TV and lots of vasciline gooped up on your good hand...the one that you used to tap out to Nakita with."

[Delilah seductively walks away from the camera toward Nakita.]

Delilah: "Now Nakita, about that whore comment...

[The scene slowly fades out.]

robishott
07-17-06, 06:53 PM
A promo starts off as a graphic of an invatation laying on a lacy table is shown. The invitation opens and the inside reads:

TO NAKITA DAHAKA AND HER MANAGER DELILAH DEMONIK,

ROB FRANKLIN IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO HELL'S nWo, A STABLE FEATURING ROB AND HIS DISTINGUSHED MANAGER, PIESKE. MR. FRANKLIN IS SICK OF THE FIGHTNG AND IS IN NEED OF 2 NEW ASSISTANTS.

PS: FTO TAG TEAM TITLES WILL BE GIVEN.



FADE TO BLACK

Hell_Fighter
07-17-06, 07:28 PM
A promo starts off as a graphic of an invatation laying on a lacy table is shown. The invitation opens and the inside reads:

TO NAKITA DAHAKA AND HER MANAGER DELILAH DEMONIK,

ROB FRANKLIN IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO HELL'S nWo, A STABLE FEATURING ROB AND HIS DISTINGUSHED MANAGER, PIESKE. MR. FRANKLIN IS SICK OF THE FIGHTNG AND IS IN NEED OF 2 NEW ASSISTANTS.

PS: FTO TAG TEAM TITLES WILL BE GIVEN.

FADE TO BLACK


[Nakita Dahaka and Delilah Demonik are sitting at a desk looking at the following message by Rob Franklin RSVP invistation on their laptop.]

Delilah: "Its like that old cliche still sings even now."

Nakita: "If you can't beat'em, join'em."

Delilah: "So are we?"

Nakita: "Are we what?"

Delilah: "Going to take him up on his invitation and join him and his Hell's nWo?"

Nakita: "Am I in any hurry to?"

Delilah: "Never."

Nakita: "Do I really need to?"

Delilah: "Nope."

Nakita: "Correct me if I am wrong, but shouldn't I be asking him to join my little....thing, I mean Hell's nWo not very origional is it?"

Delilah: "Not really. Why can't that just die and be laid down to rest?"

Nakita: "I guess some people insist on beating a milking a dead cow for everything its worth."

Delilah: "So what do we say about Robby's invitation?"

Nakita: "Send this. He needs to join my little organization."

Delilah: "What's it called?"

[Nakita thinks to herself for a long time. She paces back and forth slowly casually taking her time. She walks over to a plaque on the wall and rubs the top of it with her finger picking up an accumulation of dust on the top of it. She looks on the dust with her finger then flicks it off. Delilah just waits for her patiently to respond back at the desk.]

Nakita: "Fate."

Delilah: "Sounds a little egotistical to name it after you."

Nakita: "No, think accronym."

Delilah: "Go on."

Nakita: "F.A.T.E."

Delilah: "And what does this accronym called F.A.T.E." stand for."

Nakita: "I'm not sure yet, something along the lines of...

Delilah: "Fallen Angels Terrorize Earth?"

[Nakita turns around as she looks back at Delilah quizingly. Delilah just responds by shrugging her shoulders.]

Delilah: "Or something to that affect. First thing that came to my mind."

Nakita: [Thinks to herself for a moment.] "It could work, it beats the not-so-origional-and contrively used hells nWo...but that's just me."

Delilah: "So what do you want me to tell Franklin."

Nakita: "Tell him...I do not nor should I join peons like him. He should be joining me."

Delilah: "So we basically turn down his invitation and in turn offer him one of our own?"

Nakita: "Hmmmm yeah."

Delilah: "Is this invitation extended to Pieske as well?"

Nakita: "Which one's that?"

Delilah: "The fat dancing sick pervert."

Nakita: "I'd rather not, but if he must then he must. Afterall for a fat man he can wrestle, as he showed on Center Stage. Maybe there is a use for him after all."

Delilah: "Does this mean that Rob Franklin get to be my...little play thing?"

Nakita: "He can be whatever you want him to be. Just make all of the arrangements."

Delilah: "It will be done."

[The scene fades out as the screen goes black and blood red letter appears dripping on the screen.]


TO ROB FRANKLIN AND HIS MANAGER PIESKE

From the desk of "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka and her manager Delilah Demonik

We do regret to inform you that we respectfully decline to join your HELL'S nWo for reasons of unorigionality...

HOWEVER

We like to take this time to extend to you a small invitation to you...

We offer you the opportunity to join us in our group as the members of F.a.T.e. (Fallen Angels Terrorize Earth)

Unless you can think of another accronym defination for f.A.t.E. We're all ears. Otherwise take it or leave it.

Feel free to bring your FTO Championships if they mean that much to you, but to be honest I say leave them at the door and embrace your true calling.

This is a one time offer, you are either with us or against us.

Now unless if you don't want to repeat what happened on Center Stage, I very much consider carefully this offer.

robishott
07-17-06, 07:44 PM
to Nakita Dahaka And Delilah Demonik:
Rob Franklin Is Plesed To Join Your Organization On The Following Terms:
1. The Name Be Changed To Hell's F.a.t.e.
2. Rob Be Made Leader And Champion.
3. Pieske Is Awarded 1 Night With Miss Demonik.


Fade To Black

Hell_Fighter
07-18-06, 06:28 PM
to Nakita Dahaka And Delilah Demonik:
Rob Franklin Is Plesed To Join Your Organization On The Following Terms:
1. The Name Be Changed To Hell's F.a.t.e.
2. Rob Be Made Leader And Champion.
3. Pieske Is Awarded 1 Night With Miss Demonik.

Fade To Black

[The scene opens on in on "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka and her manager Delilah Demonik sitting at the desk in front of their laptop reading the latest response from Rob Franklin and his manager Pieske. Nakita and Delilah ponder what is on the screen.]

Delilah: "Hell's F.A.T.E?"

Nakita: "Again not quiet as origional nor does it have a good proper ring to it."

Delilah: "Or to be honest doesn't make sense to say the least? Nakita, am I from hell?"

Nakita: "Remains to be seen."

Delilah: "What?"

Nakita: "Nevermind. Anywhoo, how do I respond to this one. He obviously wants to be in charge...or me might I add. Nobody is in charge of me. Especially someone that I almost single-handedly owned and made tap out on Center Stage last week."

Delilah: "Still those are his terms, he must be in charge."

Nakita: "Over my body."

Delilah: "What about this? I must spend one night with that disgusting pervert Pieske? Is he serious?"

Nakita: "Apparently so, and this from a guy that created his very own belt, yeah he's serious, stupid, but serious. Gotta give him that."

Delilah: "I said that I wanted him, at which point did I ever convey that I wanted that nasty pitiful excuse of a man let alone a manager?"

Nakita: "Who knows. You know with stipulations such as these, I am actually beginning to think that he isn't serious at all."

Delilah: "What are you getting at Nakita?"

Nakita: "He's lying through his damn teeth and trying to set us up. Nobody is this stupid and come up with these perpostrous stipulations and not expect them to be questioned. I think that Franklin's up to something like trying to catch me off guard and then stab me in the back when I least expect it."

Delilah: "He might call that paranoia and maybe this could be an insult on how we have dissected and thus rejected his offer."

Nakita: "Maybe, but I've been down this road before. I scratch unless I have an itch. I don't dance unless I hear music, and I don't dive into any deal that I suspect that could be too good to be true. If I sense even the slightest hint of treatury, I will pull out and then I will attack and leave no survivors."

Delilah: "So is this a setup?"

Nakita: "You tell me. Just last week I beat Franklin in the center of the ring after the words that he said to me...and you for that matter before the match, and now all of a sudden he's waving the white flag and wanting us to join forces with him. To say that I smell a rat is an understatement. This reaks of bull s(beep)t."

Delilah: "So what do we say in response to this offer?"

[Nakita leans back in her seat quietly contemplating even though once again she is obviously stalling on the answer but still she pauses taking her time in revealing the answer. Finally she stands up from her chair and walks away from Delilah at the desk.]

Delilah: "Nakita?"

[Nakita doesn't turn around, but speaks while her back is turned looking over her shoulder at Delilah.]

Nakita: "Tell him, no deal. Our deal stands for that we have already mentioned. I don't trust him well enough to hand over leadership over to a man that I just beat. I am not a pawn or lacky to some 19 year old boy with an egotrip. If he does decide to remove his offer and persue this matter no further. I will not hold it against him. I guess we're two power hungry people that are obsessed with success. Delilah, make sure that you address that I am not a lapdog that bows down and kisses ass to anybody."

Delilah: "Where are you going?"

Nakita: "Jogging."

Delilah: "I will do as you have instructed Nakita."

[Nakita walks out the door, as Delilah begins typing on the laptop their response to Franklin.]

To: Rob Franklin and his manager Pieske

We regret to inform you that those stipulations are not satisfactory to us. We do not agree to those terms on the basis of trust. Bottomline. We don't trust you, and we sense deception on your end. You must prove to use that you are sincere before we...er...I hand you the keys to "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is my weapon, and I will not hand over my weapon to just anybody. Prove to me that you can be trusted.

Furthermore, I am appauled that you would throw Pieske in the deal. You know what I want, and it certainly isn't him. Its you. You want to gain access to the Dark Phenom. You gotta go through me. You must come to me. Not Pieske, but you. You spend the evening and the night with me. Convince me that you can be trusted and not just trying to stab either of us in the back, and we MIGHT come to some sort of arrangement.

As far as the name Hell's F.A.T.E. Again doesn't have a very good ring to it, nor does it make sense. We are not from hell and neither are you. So why pretend because we are better than some persona so to speak.

Otherwise, we have nothing else to discuss and this matter is closed. These negotiations will end right here and right now with me talking to you. The ball's in your court Mr. Franklin.

With lust,

Delilah Demonik

[Delilah clicks "SEND" to send the message for Rob Franklin to receive. The camera fades out.]

robishott
07-18-06, 06:55 PM
Rob turns away from his computer screen after hearing Nakita reject his offer, and looks to the camera.

Rob- Ok *****. You apparently want to play hardball...

Rob tries to calm himself down as he speaks.

Rob- You say that I reek of bull****? What reeks around here, is you! You know how destructive we could be together, but yet you push me away like I am not worthy? You make excuse after excuse after excuse. I dont like the name! I don't trust you! My manager is a whore!

Rob chuckles.

Rob- My offer stands, and I take it so does yours. There is no way we can solve this without------ Hang on.... I think I have a solution!

Rob leaves all of a sudden leaving the viewer wondering what the hell he's talking about.



FADE TO BLACK

Hell_Fighter
07-19-06, 11:40 AM
[The scene opens with Nakita Dahaha and Delilah Demonik watching Rob Franklin's latest response to their offer. They look over at each other talking amoungst themselves as they watch on the laptop that has been used quite a bit over the passed two weeks.]

Nakita: "He looks mad."

Delilah: "Is he really that mad?"

Nakita: "Must be, Delilah, do you think that it was something we said?"

Delilah: "Must of been Nakita."

Nakita: "Wait a minute...my manager is a whore...that's not a nice thing to say about poor Pieske."

Delilah: "Wanna bet obviously you don't know Pieske very well."

Nakita: "And you do?"

[Realizing what she just said as Delilah's face turns beat red with embarrassment knowing that she just stuck her foot in her mouth and said something that could be turned against her. She scrambles to recover.]

Delilah: "NO! [Changing the subject.] "So should we reply back?"

Nakita: "No, I wanna here why he ran off in such a hurry. I want to hear his quote 'solution' unquote to our little gridlock."

Delilah: "Are you even serious or remotely considering his offering or do you just enjoy stringing him along?"

Nakita: "Not really, I just love getting a rise out of him and seeing him get all flustered with me. What I am serious though is that if he really wants me to join him, he really REALLY has to impress me and tickle my fancy to get me to go along with him."

Delilah: "Or mine."

Nakita: "Yes."

Delilah: "In other words, you gotta make sure that you really can trust him."

Nakita: "Amoung others, and my trust is almost impossible to earn."

Delilah: "Do you trust me?"

[Nakita changes the subject and not satisfying Delilah with the answer to her question.]

Nakita: "Lets watch and see what Franklin has to say about breaking this little gridlock between us."

Delilah: "Nakita?"

[The scene fades out with Nakita leaning back in her leather chair waiting for a response from Franklin ignoring Delilah's plea to answer her question.]

robishott
07-21-06, 09:43 AM
The scene opens as Rob Franklin looks down at a piece of paper.

Rob- Perfect.

He crumples up the paper and tosses it aside.

Rob- As always, I get what I want.

Rob- Nakita, my 3 conditions still stand. So we'll have to find another way to do this. A better way than arguing back and forth.

Rob- As you know, MCW is planning a farewell "Supershow" and what a better way to go out, than with two bitter rivals turned friends battling it out one last time.

Rob- For all the marbles.

Rob- You make up 3 conditions of you own, and at the supershow... we'll fight to see whose conditions are accepted.



FADE TO BLACK

Hell_Fighter
07-21-06, 11:34 AM
The scene opens as Rob Franklin looks down at a piece of paper.

Rob- Perfect.

He crumples up the paper and tosses it aside.

Rob- As always, I get what I want.

Rob- Nakita, my 3 conditions still stand. So we'll have to find another way to do this. A better way than arguing back and forth.

Rob- As you know, MCW is planning a farewell "Supershow" and what a better way to go out, than with two bitter rivals turned friends battling it out one last time.

Rob- For all the marbles.

Rob- You make up 3 conditions of you own, and at the supershow... we'll fight to see whose conditions are accepted.



FADE TO BLACK


[The scene opens on the next day as "The Dark Phenom" and her manager Delilah Demonik sitting in front of the laptop at the large black marble with brass lining desk reading the latest conditions from Rob Franklin.]

Delilah: "So Nakita, what do you think?"

Nakita: "It sure take him long enough to respond. He thought all that up?"

Delilah: "Yeah I guess he did."

Nakita: "What he fails to realize is that I never really did give a simple 'yes' or a 'no' on whether or not I would even join."

Delilah: "Huh?"

Nakita: "Yes I strung him along with naming conditions and everything, but I still never said I would even join forces with a man that just about a week ago I beat in the center of the ring that was the capoff or climax so to speak to one huge trash talking war between us. Even though I knew that I could and would beat Rob Franklin in the center of the ring, I sensed that it would not be the end but a beginning of something new."

Delilah: "So?"

Nakita: "While he was thinking of this new proposal, I was doing some contemplating of my own."

Delilah: "And what might this contemplating entail?"

Nakita: "Simply put, the main issue at hand. He wants control of the beast. He wants to control me."

Delilah: "Why do I have the feeling that there is more to this sudden realization?"

Nakita: "Because there is. If I agree to these terms and face him, and lose, not only will I become the personal weapon of Rob Franklin, but this affect you my dear Delilah as you lose your precious smoking gun. You lose your weapon. You lose me."

Delilah: "That bastard?"

Nakita: "Not to meantion that you will be forced to spend the night with that manager of his."

Delilah: "Damn it, I want Franklin, not Pieske. Why can't he get it through his thick skull? How blatently obvious do I have to be?"

Nakita: "One of two three things, either a...he doesn't want you, or b...he's gay."

Delilah: "The nerve. Nobody turns me down."

Nakita: "Maybe he just did."

Delilah: "Anyway, what are you going to choose? Will you accept his challenge or not Nakita?"

Nakita: "Lets tell him."

[Nakita begins typing an email on the laptop of the following.]

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To: Rob Franklin
From: Nakita Dahaka
Subject: New proposal (answering a challenge, and more)

Franklin,

Cut the crap Robby. I see what this is all about now. I don't answer to simplicity as I like to be complex, but I never gave a simple "yes" or a "no" on whether or not I would even join your little stable. Yes I spent all this time naming conditions, but the fact of the matter is I still never said I would join you. I still feel that calling us Hell's F.A.T.E or Hell's nWo or whatever you came up with is contrived, and unorigional that makes no sense and doesn't strike fear into the hearts of our would be enemies. But that is all part of the endless and pointless debate between us.

What this boils down to is that you want control me. You can't beat me but you want to control me. Which brings me to the whole point of this email.

I will accept your challenge to face you at the MCW Farwell supershow. With the conditions that follow.

If I win:

All my conditions apply and I own you (again, moreso than I do already) oh and one more thing, if I win, it rends the stipulation that Delilah must spend the night with Pieske...INSTEAD if I win, you must spend the entire weekend with her, and take my word for it that she isn't disgusting like your manager.

You know she is f[FFCBlurr]kable and absolutely desireable that you have been dreaming of every night for the last two weeks. I know that deep down you want her as she wants you..

If you win:

You get control of sports entertainment untimate weapon. Simply put, you get control of the demon known as "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka, as well as you are in full control of your little faction thingy and I am honor bound to go along with it.

Are we in agreement?

If so, then I guess this means that I will see you at the MCW Farwell supershow.

Good luck and may whatever god you believe in help you because even he or she can not save you from fate incarnate for a second time. I owned you once, and I will own again, only this time it will permanant. You will need all of the help you can get in order to beat me.

Who's the B[FCCblurr] now...

Yours truly,

Nakita Dahaka.

[Nakita leans back in her chair taking one final look at the email before she sends it.]

Nakita: "Happy now?"

Delilah: "Now, but what about the what if's."

Nakita: "Like what?"

Delilah: "Like the what if he actually might win?"

Nakita: "That my dear Delilah will never happen because he can't and he won't."

Delilah: "I hope your right because I have a feeling that this little gamble will come back to bite you in the ass."

Nakita: "It won't."

[Nakita clicks send to forward the email into Franklin's account. The scene fades out on the screen as it varifies that the message was sent.]