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[El Doz Grandé]

’Everyone’s a Winner’ by Hot Chocolate plays as the Tough Enough 2 logo appears on screen; clips from last years competition being to cycle through ending with Kennerado being awarded the $250,000 cheque and the Tough Enough Champion trophy.

The show starts with Doz standing in the ring, with Erebus, Messiah and Cardinal standing on the outside.

D: “Ladies and Gentlemen before we begin the regular proceedings I have two quick announcements. The first is that Reverend Father Dudley will not be here tonight, due to obvious reasons. Also, I have come to a decision regarding a certain contestant in this competition right now. Due to a bad attitude towards the competition, poor effort displayed through this week’s task and an overwhelming number of votes this week I have decided that it would be unfair to offer this individual the chance to redeem himself in a match this week.

What I’m saying is… Ricky Slade… you’re cut.”

The other mentors applaud this decision but Erebus seems a bit hesitant.

D: “Erebus mate, unfortunately this leaves you with nobody left to mentor for this competition, but somebody had to be the first to go. However it would be great if you could stay with us throughout the remainder of the contest and offer a permanent spot on commentary.”

Erebus nods his head and moves to the announcer’s table, kicking his feet up and relaxing, while the other mentors now join Doz.

B: “Now let’s get the night going properly and recap last week’s show.”

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After a suprise appearance by the boss himself Mr. Rohan Herbstreit, we witnessed what many would deem as nothing more than a squash match. Benjamin Pepperidge capitalised on an early opportunity and targeted the knee of Dave Anthony, causing some damage preventing him from ever making a comeback, thus eliminating him from the Tough ENough competition. Unlike the previously eliminated contestants, WNA wished "Dangerous" Dave Anthony all the best in his future endeavours.
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M: “A big win for Benjamin there, Dave Anthony was never given a chance to get started, and that early chop-block must have done more damage than we first thought.”

C: “Let’s bring out Messiah’s protégés now; AJ Edwards, Jimmy Blaze and Charles Harris.”

AJ runs out from the back and sprints to the ring, and as we’ve seen in previous weeks he dives between the bottom and middle ropes, rolling until he skids to a stop in the middle of the ring. He is sporting a new ‘old-school’ referee’s shirt this week and seems to be rather protective of it. He now turns to the entrance-way and shouts “ONE!” throwing his arm up to indicate he’s made a one count.
Harris now appears from the back and shakes his head as he hears AJ ‘count him out’ for a ‘TWO’ count. He charges to the ring and barrel-rolls in, nearly collecting AJ as he does so, and AJ threatens him with a disqualification for it before returning to his count-out, shouting THREEEEE!
Blaze pops his head out from the corridor and smiles, running down to the ring and leaping onto the apron before he sling-shots himself over the ropes, prompting AJ to break his count. Blaze pats AJ on the back with a smile which causes him to seemingly snap; now threatening Blaze with a DQ for laying his hands on the referee.

D: “Well that was weird. Let’s bring out Rev’s protégés now, Anoobis Cool and Stacey.”

Stacey walks out from the back dressed in a rather short skirt, raising five pairs of eyebrows (and a monobrow) in the ring. Anoobis walks out straight after her, eager to watch her walk down to the ring, and he literally drops to his hands and knees to get a better view while Stacey stands in the ramp way, bringing a laugh from most of the people in the ring. Stacey suspects something is up and turns to catch Anoobis getting to his feet, then smiles. She walks over to him seductively and he flashes a thumbs-up to everyone in the ring before he cops a hard slap across the face. Stacey walks down to the ring with a smile on her face and Anoobis seems to be in a bit of pain as he follows her, and they both roll into the ring one after the other. Stacey walks straight over to Blaze and Harris and starts talking to them, while Anoobis starts talking to Edwards, still holding his cheek.

M: “That’s going to sting for a while, but probably worth it. Next out is the lone protégé of The Cardinal, Shane O’ Riley.”

Shane steps out from the back looking a bit sad for himself; and he walks down to the ring and up the stairs. He steps between the ropes and heads over to where Harris, Blaze and Stacey are standing, but they just turn away and ignore him. His head drops and he walks over to where AJ and Anoobis are but they too shun him, so he walks over to the far corner and drops to the ground holding his head in his hands.

C: “And finally we have Doz’s two protégés; Benjamin Pepperidge and Nathan Hampsted.”

Nathan walks out from the back quickly and slides into the ring, death-staring Harris and ‘his group’ as he does so, and he walks past Shane without even a glance, causing him to sob even further.
No sign of Benjamin as yet, but from the back steps a well dressed man, presumably Pepperidge’s butler Jeeves, and he begins to dust off the entranceway. He then holds the curtain open and announces “All welcome the undisputed champion of Tough Enough, Mr Benjamin Pepperidge the Third.”
Lo and behold Benjamin steps from the back dressed to impress in a Versace jacket, striding confidently down to the ring. He climbs the steps and is shocked to find Jimmy Blaze and Charles Harris standing there waiting for him, holding the ropes down ready for his arrival. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgement and steps over the middle rope, but Blaze and Harris quickly move away, causing the rope to snap up and hit Pepperidge in the groin with a dull thud. They high-five each other and walk back to where Stacey is in hysterics, as are most of the mentors and other contestants, and Benjamin is on his haunches trying to regain his breath.

D: “Don’t think we’re going to be seeing a Benjamin Pepperidge the Fourth around here anytime soon. Now it’s time to announce who the bottom three for this week are, before taking into consideration any point changes. They are…”

Benjamin has finally regained his composure and starts heading over to where Harris and Blaze are standing, but AJ leaps in front of him and starts counting to five, yet again threatening to disqualify someone. Benjamin stops for a second and looks at him, then shoves him aside, prompting AJ to cry for the bell to be rung, which Erebus promptly ignores. Harris and Blaze seem ready for a fight but Messiah and Doz quickly step in the way.

M: “Pepperidge, that’s what you get for being a smart-arse. Go whinge to Rohan about it, because we don’t care. Now back to business.”

Ben returns to his corner scowling in anger, and Hampsted finally stops pacing and joins Pepperidge, whispering something into his ear, which brings a slight smile to his face, while Doz takes the floor once again.

D: “As I was saying… the bottom three are:

Ricky Slade… we’ll disregard that one.

Stacey.”

Stacey looks somewhat upset at this but Harris puts his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. Anoobis rubs his cheek and smirks a bit, whispering something to AJ, while Benjamin and Hampsted point at her and laugh.

D: “Shane O’ Riley”

Shane does not move from his position in the corner, instead he wraps his arms around his knees and rocks back and forth slightly.

D: “And… Charles Harris.”

Harris looks up at this and seems shocked, looking around the ring at the other contestants. Both Blaze and Stacey try to comfort him but we can hear Nathan and Benjamin both mocking him, taunting him as much as they can.

D: “AND… Jimmy Blaze.”

Blaze, Harris and Stacey all look at each other and nod their heads, knowing it’s likely two of them might be facing off tonight, and they all shake hands. Hampsted and Pepperidge are more or less in hysterics now.

M: “Those are the bottom four tonight, and with everybody handing in their tasks this week the only way that will change is with the task, so let’s get to it.”

Messiah cracks his knuckles and looks up to the big screen, ready to see the Love Songs for Foxxy for the first time this week. Cardinal and Doz look at each other with a bit of concern, then move to either side of Messiah as the first song begins to play.

[foxxylinda]

*Scene opens up as Foxxy is seen sitting down in a big chair, wearing a short business skirt with a matching jacket, sitting with her legs crosses, examining notes from a note pad. Foxxy notices the camera, she smiles as she crosses a line out from her note pad*

Foxxy: Hello there, guess your wondering what I’m doing her? Well wonder no more! I’m here to give all you Tough Enough contenders some constructive criticism on your performance on trying to impress me with your lyrics…and I must say judging by what I saw, there was nothing constructive at all.

Lets see whose first, Jimmy Blaze…I see you “tried” to impress me with some campfire tunes. Sounded more like CRAPFIRE tunes to me. There was NO originality, no inspiration…I also deduct marks from you for ruining a Jimmy Hendrix classic! I heard Jimmy Hendrix rolled around in his grave, undug himself, heard your song, died and dug himself back up. It makes me sad every time I think of it so moving right along………

Shane O’Riley … Your tune was quite short but quite enjoyable…when compared to Jimmy’s anyway. But ONCE AGAIN we have a generic, a fake…

Foxxy sighs

Foxxy: Why did you even bother?

ANYWHO... Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse….Ricky Slade… Stating the obvious, yet another copy… It’s like someone has invited a cloning machine and everyone has decided to be cheap…

I thought by this stage, the rest of the contestants would get the drift and the copy-cat act would die… that was until I met Tom Jones Jr. I admit I had a few laughs... I laughed at you because scary enough you make a better Tom Jones than the man himself. Swinging your hips and smiling the way you do does make me question your sexuality.

Now Nathan Hampsted, that’s was quite an interesting rendition you did. I fell asleep at Oh Foxxy and woke up at Hey Foxxy. I’m going to keep your version actually. I sometimes have a hard time falling asleep at night, but I’ve found the perfect solution! Your lullaby was fantastic.

Poor AJ Edwards, you really did try really hard. I think I’d actually rather listen to a James Blunt tune than to that ever again. It’s really hard to try and listen to either of you without cringing, almost as bad as Gabe is below the waist. Trust me…It’s PRETTY bad.

Anoobis… there is only so much torture I can take... A-NOOB, You just pushed me to the limit. I’m glad I was prepared when I watched yours though… I brought my handy dandy ear plugs! I knew they would be useful one day.

Now, finally something different, a female singing me a love song. I can’t say a female has never sung to me before, because I would be lying. After listening to clowns that have no idea what they’re singing about to listening to Stacey’s love song to me, it made me quite sad actually. How come a female can sing a proper, from the heart love song and these other “men” couldn’t.
Jesus, it almost makes me want to jump you Stacey.

Foxxy smirks

Finally, we have Harris, I thought maybe since he witnessed everybody else he would some sort of idea of how to impress me. CLEARLY I was wrong. Just another repetitive jingle. Maybe they would hire you to be one of those people that host “Playschool” or you can sing to Bob from “In the box”, it seems more like your thing.

In conclusion, I was disappointed I had to sit through so many of your tunes turned out to be failures, nothing there really floated my boat. I recommended that no one EVER do that again, it’s quite a painful experience.

*Foxxy tosses the note pad in the air as she wriggles her way past the camera*
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2006 WNA Diva of the year- foxxylinda

Bret "THE HITMAN" Hart > YOU! <33

[Extreme Messiah]

Messiah X stands next to the punching bag in the WNA Tough Enough Dojo; the bag is covered in indentations matching Messiah's fists and knees

When I got asked to help out with Tough Enough 2 I was ecstatic at the chance to help a new crop of up and coming wrestlers, help train them, help mould them and help them reach their potential. We were all asked to be impartial and to help find the best of this new crop and to judge them only on their individual merits and wrestling prowess. That was easy, after every edition of the show I left proud of the behaviour and efforts of my students and the students of the other mentors. Tonight I was left with a sour taste in my mouth... The actions of a certain student truly disturbed me and ended Chris Harris's opportunity to become Tough Enough champion.

Messiah X drives a left then a right hook into the punching bag

Tonight someone's colours really shined through with their actions. They betrayed Chris Harris and they betrayed me; anyone that knows me inside or outside the wrestling business knows I don't take betrayal lightly. So who is it I speak of? No it's not Benjamin Pepperidge and his chair shot... No it's not Nathan Hampsted and his blatant interference... The person that betrayed Harris and I was one of my students... AJ Edwards.

A piece of advice AJ, you aren't an official anymore, you weren't officiating the match and why the hell Doz listened to you and restarted the match I can't explain. Last night you let Harris and your other team mate down and most importantly you let me down! Don't think for one second I'll forget what you did... I'll still mentor you because I'm a man who honours his word and respects this business but I will be keeping a close eye on you, your behaviour and your attitude.

Messiah X delivers a flurry of right elbow strikes to the bag

Until last night this competition was being run with a sense of honour and discipline but it all went out the window. I suggest the other mentors have a word to their students about their behaviour during the show because if this S*@& continues... well lets just say if you thought I was angry at the Foxxy songs you ain't nothing!

X drives a rising knee into the bag knocking it off its hook and causing it to crash to the ground

Continues in http://wrestling.net.au/opinions/viewtopic.php?t=52868&start=25
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There are some things that just shouldn't happen

[lombardiromaruled]

The WNA film crew are at The Lighthouse on Flagstaff Hill at Wollongong waiting for Charles Harris for his thoughts on TE 2 week 4 a week that saw Harris controversially eliminated

Whilst waiting the camera guy says, "So where is he, this is where we are suppose to meet him isnt it we werent suppose to meet him in Dapto again were we", to which the sound recordist nods

The camera guy says, "Is that place two head city or what", as they both start laughing

"Can you see whats written on that pushbike there", says the sound guy, as both move towards a bike that is chained up and they see written on the bike, PROPERTY OF CHARLES HARRIS, in stick on lettering they then both look at each other and laugh, "hes such a dork", as they laugh again

Just then they spot Harris jogging towards them as the now familiar tracksuited friend of Harris is riding alongside him, until he spots the WNA guys, and he veers off to which Charles yells, " Ill see you back home"

Harris runs up the hill to the guys greeting them as he pulls up, "hi boys", as he uses his singelet to wipe sweat from his face and newly shaved head

"Harro you didnt have much hair to start with now youve gone bald", says the cameraman, to which Harris says, "I shave it, big deal, it grows back, I shave it again, it gets hot here"

"so you ride in here from Dapto" comes another question, and Harris replies,"yep then i jog to Towradgi swim in the pool out there then i jog back and ride back to Dapto, gods country,"he says as he smiles.

The crew set up and Harris is ready to speak

Okay, im not sure if Im allowed to do this so if its not allowed they can cut it but I have a few things I want to say as a kind of final word on my time in TE 2

First off I want to thank Messiah for mentoring me in my short time in TE 2 its something Im grateful for and I only hope I didnt let him down in any way

I also want to thank the other mentors for the efforts they put into not only me but all the contestants

I also would like to take this chance to wish the best of luck to Stacey and Jimmy for the rest of the TE2 competition and thank them for the support they gave me and for what I hope will be friendship for a long time to come

Stace you are such a good looking and talented girl if you dont make it at WNA youll have plenty of doors opening for you

and Jimmy if you ever tire of living in the backyard of the WNA dojo you know where Dapto is and my door will always be open to you buddy

as for my elimination well everyone saw what happened, congratulations Shane, officially you beat me and thats what the record books will show

you pulled some pretty nice moves on me too and ill take the loss like a man without complaint

as for AJ, well, im not even going to mention your carry on as our mentor Messiah pretty well summed you up after the show

Harris pauses placing his hands on his hips

Pepperidge and Hampstead

Harris shakes his head from side to side

If you two want to conduct yourselves the way you did the other night then thats your choice but one day it will catch up with you, I only hope that you pair dont go on to win this thing, and not just because im out

sure Nathan it hurt like heck when you blindsided me and smashed me into the ring steps and then you nearly kicked my head off but both times you got me it wasnt face to face, toe to toe, man to man and each time I got up

when we did go head to head you were the one who ended up all over the barricade at ringside, wonder what your old MMA buddies thought of that

then we have Benjamin, the spoilt suck up, the man actually responsible for my demise and you couldnt even get that right hitting Shane instead of me

Im still trying to work out how Doz DQd me

but TE 2 this year is over for me and now i will just kick back and watch it all unfold and hope that the best contestant and not the most underhanded goes onto win it
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[nobbyiscool]

The scene begins with an extreme close up of Anoobis' lovable face

Hi, this is “The Rising star” and the greatest singer in the history of tough enough coming at you here from my very own ‘singatoriam’, also known as my shower.

The camera pans out, and we see Anoobis in a pristine white dressing gown- he is indeed standing in a shower, but the water isn't running

Well, last weeks challenge didn’t quite work out the way I wanted it to. Foxxy wasn’t that impressed by my choice of song- though she did seem to be secretly impressed by my ability to hit a bight note. I was a bit sad actually- that song has never failed to pick up a chick before. That song, accompanied with the line “If you were a tear in my eye, I’d never cry, for fear of losing you.”- has had great success in the past…

And then there was that altercation with Stacey as well. I understand that Aunt Flo was in town, so I’m prepared to forgive her for that slap in the face. So, the ring wasn’t good for me last week. The ring… Stacey’s ring- what, was it made of lead, or what? Damn near took my head off, she did.

I just don’t know why you think you’re so out of my league though. I had Gretel Killeen banging down my door… And she definitely gave me the impression that wasn’t the only banging that she wanted to be doing. Now granted, she’s on the wrong side of 40, and not quite as good looking as you, but she’s famous!

And I’m the rising star! You want to be with me, you need to be with me.

Because together, we can be famous. Me, the rising star, and you… an angel sent from heaven. I need you to touch me Stacey… I’d love to be able to tell those fat bastards on the biggest loser that I have been touched by an angel.

The slow, melodic strains of the Young Talent Time Band playing “All my loving” can be heard, and Anoobis sings (into his shampoo bottle)-

Close your eyes and i'll kiss you,
Tomorrow i'll miss you;
Remember i'll always be true.
And then while i'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And i'll send all my loving to you.

I'll pretend that i'm kissing
The lips i am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while i'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And i'll send all my loving to you.

All my loving i will send to you.
All my loving, darling i'll be true.

The scene ends the way it started- an extreme close up of Anoobis' lovable face, with that trademark Anoobis grin, and a literal twinkle in his eye.
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I want my money, man! You got my money?! Don't make a fool out of me man!

[gentleben]

The scene opens with a sweeping panoramic shot of the Pepperidge Family's private Yacht, the Lady Moura.


The camera swings around to the front of the yacht, zooming in on the top deck where Benjamin Pepperidge the Third can be seen sunning himself with a smile creeping across his face.

Since Friday evening the question on everybody's lips has been "why?". Why did I eliminate Charles Harris from this competition? The mentors have been screaming for my blood, as have Harris' little clique of plebeian misfits. James, Stacey, I offer this challenge to you. Simply try to eliminate me from this competition, use every means in your feeble, crude arsenal if you must. Vote for me, attack me, try your best to have me eliminated and I will prove to you and every other troglodyte in this competition that I'm the best there is to offer, but remember, it was you who threw the first stone, you attempted to embarrass me as I entered the ring, and for that you will each receive retribution. But I digress...

When I first entered Tough Enough I told the world that I would do anything, that I would do whatever was necessary to ensure I obtain my goal.

You were unfortunate Charles, you were the first person to display the dominance that only I have exhibited thus far, and as a result you had to be eliminated. It wasn't personal Charles, it was just business...

And to tell you the truth, I did quite enjoy decapitating Mr O'Riley.

A second question that I have heard frequently since Friday has been about the supposed "alliance" which was formed between myself and Nathan Hampsted. To answer everyone, Mr Hampsted was but a means to an end. I could not achieve the end I desired by working in solitude. Although, in retrospect, Mr Hampsted had only a minute influence on the outcome of Friday's match, as it was I who struck the coup de grace in the ring.

Mr Hampsted and I have the same mentor and similar goals in this competition, as well as a common enemy. Make no mistake however; as soon as Mr Hampsted's use has expired I will discard him more quickly than is imaginable. More quickly than Stacey is discarded by her customers once she has served her only use.

On that note I will wish you all bon voyage and hope that you make it to next Friday's show, where I will once again prove myself to be the only real contender in this competition.

The shot fades to black as Jeeves presents Benjamin with a highball glass
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Mick Foley Jr does it again! 441 words and counting!
Your Tough Enough Season 2 Champion.

[ACEof619]

We are taken to the WNA Arena where the ring for Chaos is getting set up. AJ Edwards is shown taking some time out of his hectic schedule of setting up the ring before each show, because, after all, he is a former referee, and wants to fulfill his duties as a ref

AJ: I hope your happy Messiah. I've taken some of my precious time away from doing my job to talk to you. Now, despite what you may think, along with anybody else who wants to take a shot at me being an 'official/not being an 'official', whatever it is you accuse me of, I will never give in to what your beliefs are. In my mind I AM still a referee. I AM above any other referee or 'official', Messiah.

AJ whispers this next line before talking at normal volume once again

AJ: And if you're lucky, you won't get counted out. And most of all, I AM above all Tough Enough contestants.

AJ starts to walk toward the camera... step.. by.. step... until all but his face is out of shot

AJ: And, in the end Messiah, I will rise above all others, because, after all, I am "The Ace Of Spades" AJ Edwards, and I will continue to impress peeps with my reffing abilities, and counts of 5, but most of all, my pure wrestling ability will overcome all others, and will write my name into the refereeing books forev... i mean, wrestling books FOREVER!!!

AJ OUT!!

AJ suddenly jumps out of shot, to which the camera is shown focusing on the Chaos set, and we can hear him asking other, more established ref's what he is to do next...
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[I Hate All!]

The Camera pans up to see "The Highlight" Nathan Hampsted just finishing his viewing of last weeks WNA Tough Enough episode.

What a great week it has been in WNA land for “The Highlight” Nathan Hampsted.
Thanks to yours truly Charles Harris is no more. I heard he’s still trying to remove my footprint from his hideous, retarded face.
I said last week that it was time for me to make an impact and as you can tell by looking at Mr Harris I delivered.
This is only the start for what I will achieve in this competition, I’m now committed to winning this competition. I have forgotten about the bitches and the ho’s and I have toned down my appearances at the A-List parties I frequent. Hey, good looks do take you places.
Friday night finally proved that the old saying “Nice guys finish last” isn’t just a saying anymore it’s a fact.

Nathan walks to the kitchen and the camera pans over to him.

The future now looks brighter for “The Highlight” Nathan Hampsted with another member of the four bitches gone and being able to get through to the top eight although inevitable, is a relief.
But now it’s time to destroy the other bitches in this competition.
Jimmy Blaze the yardtard fucker and Stacey who likes everybody to open wide and come inside. Quote these words bitches “I Will Destroy you!” Actually, I’m going to give you a choice, you can both hand in your notice now and quit tough enough or you can stay in tough enough and experience the pain of having every bone in your body snapped. I want to win this competition I live, eat and sleep wrestling but if I don’t win I will be satisfied with the fact that I ended the careers of a yardtard and a whore!

Nathan sits down and has a shot of Jack.

This Friday I will position myself as the premiere talent in this competition. I will position myself as the most violent man in Sports-Entertainment and finally I will position myself as the hottest wrestler in the world today.
This Friday on Tough Enough I will show the world what I can do.

One last message for Benjamin, Contracts can be broken shut your mouth or you will suffer the consequences.
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[Shane O' Riley]

We open up on the outside of a rundown hotel a sign flickers on the sign it says "Vacancys only $20" obviously Shane has hit rock bottom but he isnt even in a room. He sits on the outside of the hotel room in his normal upright position. Shane wipes the rain away with his Metalica T-Shirt and looks into the camera.

Shane: What a controversial tough enough show. We had some 2 bit wrestler called Charles Harris who just so happens to be from my town that i am ashamed to have been in at one stage of my life. You see Dapto was always a place for drunks to drink in the square. I used to walk near the video shop there and once i saw some drunk guy called Cecil fall into the street and the stupid moron broke 2 of his legs because he expected the car to stop. He went down and i didnt stop and help him i let out a small laugh and was on my way. I actually enjoyed the man's pain i actually enjoyed him falling i wanted to hear his arm snap in 2 places as he screamed in agony. I wanted to see it over and over again. My mind replayed it and i found it funny. The other kids thought i was crazy when i told them i saw the whole thing and found it funny. I was always the loner never listened too never cared about. You see my dad used to beat me. He used to beat my mother he used to ignore me and my mother for days and days on end. And when i finally asked her why he beat me up all the time i was told that i deserved it. I did nothing to upset him he always took his drunken stuper out on me because i was the easiest to beat on. I never told anyone other then my mother because he threatened to kill me. Eventually he died when he was drunk one night by driving. My mother was sad and once again i laughed. What the hell was wrong with me? I found god taking peoples souls funny. I found it funny hearing peoples bones snap i thought it was hilarious when a person got hurt or there time was up. But why? I finally told my mother what had happened and she took me to a nice doctor called DR. Adams. DR. Adams was not a nice doctor. He was a psychologist who was trying to crack into my mind and see what made me tick. It never worked and i'm still here like i orignally was. He once kept me away from my family at Christmas. I wasnt missed though nobody cared enough about Shane to buy presents or even wish him well. I was locked up with a doctor while they got to eat there little turkey pieces. So you see at the tender age of 12 i left DR. Adams and decided to be my own man. I decided to turn into a dark sadistic man because thats how i felt deep down. Now you know the story of Shane so let me tell you something you all know. WNA Tough Enough isnt Tough Enough for Shane. My life has been hell and no task nothing that can be thrown at me could possibly be Tough Enough to make me lie down and give up. Nothing could make me lose this competition. And once i make it into the actual federation i will wreack havoc on all involved in the federation. I will take my pain out on everyone around me because i hate all the stupid assholes in that federation and i hate all the stupid assholes in this Tough Enough competition. Being here gives me the chance to be more sadistic and more crazy then i ever was allowed to be in the real world. It's legal here and i wanna here Ribs, Fibula's, Spinal Cords and Necks break because thats what makes me laugh.

Shane shoo's the Cameraman away as he goes back to thinking not so happy thoughts about his life.
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Hmm what to write?

[gentleben]

The Scene opens on one of the Pepperidge Family's many summer residences before transitioning to a shot of Benjamin Pepperidge the Third sitting on a leather couch in the estate's home theatre


Welcome serfs, to my chateaux, the place where many of you will seek employment once you have failed in your attempts to win the competition which we currently find ourselves included in. I was merely watching the promotional segments that my opponents have put forward this week, and I must say, I am most disappointed.

Firstly, "Anoobis"...

I'd like you to make a promise for the good of everyone in this competition. Never sing again.

Thankyou.

Secondly, Mr O'Riley, this week you have stated that you simply adore pain. You love to see people get injured, have their bones fractured and broken. So, Mr O'Riley, I have a treat for you, something that you should find quite humorous.

Benjamin turns on the television he is sitting in front of, which begins to play the Tough Enough show from the previous Friday

[nobbyiscool]

Anoobis is standing on a stage in a very classy looking theatre. His face looks as though he is barely controlling a fit of laughter

You don't want me sing Pepperidge? You don't want me to sing?

You know, given what i know about you and your family, i thought you'd leave me alone.

I've come hear today to the Sydney Opera House to sing a little song about Ben Pepperidge's mum- it should tell you a little bit about how they got to be so wealthy

(The music to 'Kitty' but the presidents of the USA begins to play)

That filthy sluts been out all night
That filthy sluts been out all night
Can you hear her scratchin at my screen door
Can you hear her scratchin at my screen door
That filthy sluts been out all night

She wants some pettin and lovin from me
She wants some pettin and lovin from Anoobis Cool
She’s circling around my manhood
She’s circling around my manhood
She wants some pettin and lovin from me
Hey Pepperidge’s mum wont you come inside

Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her

Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her

(groan) (groan) (groan) (groan) (groan) (groan)

(groan) (groan)
(groan) (groan)

His mum is purrin and lookin so satisfied
His mum is purrin and lookin so satisfied
This is how his family got so damn rich
This is how his family got so damn rich
Mum is purrin and lookin so satisfied

That bitch gets up and robs me while I sleep
The bitch gets up and robs me while I sleep
F*ck you Pepperidge you’re gunna pay me back
F*ck you Pepperidge you’re gunna pay me back
F*ck you Pepperidge you’re gunna pay me back, + interest

Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her
Ben’s mum’s at my house and I want to f*ck her

That barely controlled fit of laughter spills over, and as the camera pans out, we see him rolling across the stage floor, suffering from that fit of laughter
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I want my money, man! You got my money?! Don't make a fool out of me man!

[Stacey]

[x] This is War [x]
Part One.

The day was dark, wet, and gloomy to say the very least. Rain and hail fell from the grey overcast sky and poured down icy glass windows. Of all times one should avoid the outside, today was it. But as usual, their would always be that select few who were unfortunate enough to fight the bitter weather that afternoon. Holding umbrella’s, briefcases, and even newspapers for shade, Geelong’s unlucky citizens ran as fast as they could avoiding the drizzle as well as the slippery footpath at that exact same time. Welcome to hell.

Up the hill where the fog thickened stood an area complete with open paddocks and large ranches. Though, neither of the horses, or even cows that would usually rome these spaces could be sighted amongst the grassy fields that afternoon. Understandably enough, every animal was locked in amongst the warmth and safety of undercover shelters. Along the endless thin, murky road passed houses small, and large, all equaling to large amounted prices alone.

From an abrupt corner appeared an aged white Ford Laser, the lights beamed ahead as it sped through a large puddle sending spits to the side windows. No sooner had it entered the new street, did it pull up a narrow drive way beside a classy two story building. This house was in fact owned by a good friend of Stacey, who, in fact, had just stepped from her car and slammed the door shortly behind. Her azure shaded eyes watched ahead examining the familiar territory for a moment. Choosing to stand in the haze no longer, she hurried in from the back entrance.

Standing opposite a tall wooden door, the female felt a little intimidating by its size in comparison to her tiny structure. Shrugging it off a little, her fist reached forward and knocked against the hard stained wood ahead. She folded her arms in hope of earning extra warmth in which her coat and jeans had not yet provided. It took only minutes of patience before the entry opened and there stood her trainer himself, Mike Dundee.

He stood roughly 6 foot 5. A cocky beam on his face appeared in which was nothing short of familiar to the figure before him. Sporting a pair of black Levi’s, and an Iron Maiden shirt, the blonde, wavy haired man almost instantly pulled her into a hug, squeezing her a little tighter then she would have liked as usual.

Here was a man in which made Stacey the wrestler she was that day. From a young age, he took her under his wing for training, no doubts, no questions asked. He would make something of this petite 17 or so year old girl, and with that, he did. For years, they worked for the same federation together; it was not until only recently did the female take a new route independently in hopes of making the fellow Aussie proud and nothing less. His emotions, though somewhat smug and overconfident, showed this. It was very rare Dundee would be so kind considering one must live up to his reputation of being the company’s ‘Badarse’. Though Stacey was an exception, she was like a second little sister. Pulling back from the embrace, Dundee grinned down at her, giving her a few friendly hits on her back. It had been a little longer since they'd last seen each other.

Mike Dundee: Eyyy, Frats girl. How ya been?

With an expression similar to his, she replied with a nod.

Stacey: Great, Thanks Mikey. How about yourself?

Mike Dundee: I'm fine. My sister's been bugging me as she usually does, but that's nothin' new. Y'ain't got nothin' to cry about there. (Smirking) Can't imagine them not being it, but, are the lads still impressed with you over at WNA?

A few things could answer that question. With that being known, she suggested.

Stacey: About that, actually, I've got ALOT to tell you. How about we head up to the shed where the ring is and I'll start from the top? Got some 'perfected' moves to show ya, as well.

Mike Dundee: No worries, little lady. Let's get to it.

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Finishing off where they were, the two headed out to the back shed in which somewhat earned a name implying something a little larger than your average garden shed. Reaching its entrance, the larger man unlocked the door for the woman before him to enter. Shutting it behind them in hopes of keeping out the cold gust, Mike then smiled at the single sight of his large wrestling ring that stood before them both. Here within the bland, sinister area was where Stacey not only grew as a performer, but as a person as well. There’s nothing like home.

Hurrying up the stairs and across the apron’s side, the dark haired beauty bent beneath the bottom two ropes and stepped into the ring. Her trainer and long time friend soon followed while she undid her coat and let it drop carelessly by the outside.

Having some fun, she propelled herself off the closest ropes and over to the next. Dundee snickered a little at her childish antics as he propped himself onto the top of the highest turnbuckle positioning himself comfortably. Heading over to where he was, she began.

Stacey: Anyway, as for Tough Enough. Things have been going pretty well, I guess you could say. Though I have found myself in the bottom 3, or 4, or whatever it may be, during the previous two weeks.

He made a thoughtful face; disappointed, not obviously not bothered. His confidence in her was too great to be exceeded by mere results.

Mike Dundee: That sucks. Bein' in the bottom is no place for you. But if I know ya well enough, yer gonna surprise the lot of them soon enough and pull out bein' the toughest of them all.

With a mere smile, she nodded appreciative of the kind words.

Stacey: I’m telling you now; I’m makin it happen, Mikey. I swear to god. But even still, being as confident as I am, there are still those select few in which are hanging in pretty solidly too. Benjamin Pepperidge and Shane O’Riley are still in the comp. I cannot believe what anyone can see in those two clags. Sure, they’ve got some half decent wrestling skills, but besides that, all we’re talking about here is a few dollar bills and two single mugs in which would make you want to punch a wall in. You should hear some of the bullshit they’ve been yakking on about. It’s ridiculous.

Mike's face took on an amused smile, and then he snickered.

Mike Dundee: Pepperidge? God damn, half those blokes have the stupidest names. How are ya supposed to compete with a bunch of clown-named, know-nothing pieces of crap? At least, that's what it looks like ta me. Dunno how they can make a name for themselves in WNA when the ones they were born with are just plain stupid soundin'. Shouldn't underestimate, but... God. And speaking of underestimating, it sounds like they're all doing exactly that to you. Pssh, ya may be a little tyke, but I've never seen anyone like you who can hold their gall. Size don't matter. Not only do you look good, you DO good. Even my sister took more time to train than you. Unbelieveable, I tell ya. You're a quick learner, and a damn good arse kicker. You're so good, that I bet even Ronald friggen McDonald's got his money on ya.

She let out a chuckle at his comments. There was no doubt Mike Dundee was the man to tell it like it is. Stacey once again continued.

Stacey: Amen to that. All those two can do is make crummy assumptions considering how gender must purposively take effect on my results in this competition. Hell, I’m still here aren’t I? I wouldn’t expect this girl to be movin anywhere anytime soon, that’s for sure. You know people like that; all they’ve got to show for themselves is a wallet and some tacky business suit. Well, that’s for Benjamin, anyway. O’Riley seems to be picking a new bloody personality every damn week. Whatever, really.. Either way, there’s one thing I can detect in those kind of people, and that’s pure bullshit.

Dundee nodded firmly.

Mike Dundee: You got that right, hun. I'll be quick to agree. I don't get much time to watch TV because of all the ruckus goin' on down at PWA right now with all the new kids, but when I do get to catch Tough Enough... I'm not impressed. Can't say my opinion don't count, either--I've been a world champion in a few feds, you know that. Nobody could ever get any belt off me for a damn while. I can safely say that I know what's good and what ain't, and I don't see nothin' good about those other jokers.

The female agreed instantly.

Stacey: Exactly. I just need the perfect opportunity to showcase my talent, but how? I mean, there’s no way I can convince the mentors to put me in a match. I know deep down that if they see what I’m capable of inside that ring, then I’ll be in for the win. I’ll have everyone’s vote, Mike. They won’t believe it unless they see it.

Folding her arms, Stacey repositioned her stance resting the majority of her weight on her left leg. Puckering her crimson red lips, she thought of the opportunities thoroughly. By the looks of things, she had supporters behind her, but not yet enough. There had to be a way to physically, but fairly make an impact. Now, over four weeks into the Tough Enough competition, was the time to scheme for success.

[Stacey]

[x] This is War [x]
Part two.

The clock just struck 4:00pm. The rain had abruptly come to a stop and the fog now was not too far from disappearing out of sight completely. Behind the cluster of grey clouds emerged a bright light in which almost immediately lifted the moods of those affected by the horrible weather that day in Geelong. It didn’t take much longer for children to return to the outside. Eyes were opened only to see that in result, that Thursday was not so bad after all.

It had been over 2 hours that WNA’s Tough Enough II contestant, Stacey, had been at the Dundee household alongside her long time friend and trainer. For quite awhile now they had been discussing the many possibilities of winning over the much needed votes to take out the competition. Suggestions had been past, but finally, there was a solution.

Inside the open back shed saw the same black haired young woman positioned in the middle of the squared circle. Unlike earlier, she appeared to be dressed in her standard in ring attire to match the environment around her. That being, a blue cut singlet, matching boy shorts and black hip hugging leather chaps, along with the usual boots and wrist tape. There was no doubt in the world Stacey was commonly dressed down enough to gain the attention, but at the same time, covering enough to keep things suitable. For all, this is wrestling. She had no intentions of taking things out of context.

It could be seen that this female was not alone. Of course, Mike Dundee was still nearby, but besides just that, behind her stood another woman, her interest elsewhere for that single moment. Outside of the ring sat a few of her general associates in the business. They sat chatting amongst one another all around having a good time. Being a wrestler, every day you come across different people with different opinions, some you like, some you don’t. Evidently, these stuck around for support and that only. What else are friends for?

Heading over to the turnbuckle and leaning against the ropes, Stacey’s blue eyes directed toward the camera in front of her with a stern look. Messing a little volume into her jet black hair before hand, the female then began to speak above both the males around her and the hybrid sound of Linkin Park softly coming from the speakers situated at either end of the large space.

Stacey: And so, here we are, 4 weeks into the Tough Enough competition. It still seems as if it were only yesterday all 15 of us contestants entered this new, harsh territory.

No one can argue that in reflection now, every single on of us, whether we stand before you, or not, had absolutely no idea on what would lie ahead. Would it be success? Would it be elimination? Luckily for a certain 7 of us, me included, the second has not yet been an alternative.

Firstly, congratulations to every one of my fellow participants. While I may not agree with the majority of you, it is unarguable that every single one of us has done a good jo- Well, a good enough, job to make it this far.

Secondly, best of luck. For all, I believe you’ll be needing it considering I’m still around. Unfortunately, picking apart my weaknesses isn’t the greatest option. Neither was trying to hit on me. Gee, for a girl, I’m doing a lot better than most of you guys expected, huh? Don’t suppose this is the last of me. For all, it doesn’t feel too excellent being horribly proven wrong. But, considering it’s pretty frequent a male won’t listen to someone of the opposite gender, I suppose you better get used to it.

Anoobis, oh lovely, Anoobis. You know, of all the contestants remaining, you’d be the one I felt most closest to. I mean, we’re both mentored by Rev which has really given either of us a good opportunity to get to know each other. I was actually beginning to think you were a really top guy. Sadly enough, last week you had to take it that one step further. Nicely freakin done. I mean, you just made me see the light. It’s clear now, every single one of you guys are a bunch of heartless, judgmental arseholes.

Sorry you had to be, well, you. What’s done is done, and it looks as if in the end, we just weren’t meant to be. Oh, and by the way, how’s the face? Funny how things work out, really. Just when you thought that mug of yours couldn’t be more screwed up, I come along, and the rest is history.

Nathan Hampsted, here’s some advice. Try doing us all a favor and quit with the badarse gimmick, been there, done that. Quit cussing after every second word, no need to emphasize what already doesn’t make sense. And finally, quit taking credit for accomplishments that are out of your league, everyone knows someone such as yourself can’t be capable of these kinds of things. Until then, get used to being labeled the ‘lowlight’ of this competition.

AJ Edwards. All I’ve got to say is stick to your day job. I might need you there when I decided to tap out after watching your audition tape.

Shane O’Riley. I think three words is right. What the hell! One minute you’re basking in your own glory, and the next wallowing in your filth. Life can’t be THAT bad, can it? This alone is a good example of why your arse shouldn’t be in this competition. You can’t even figure yourself out, let alone what talent may be lurking behind that haircut of yours. Save us the effort and go slit your tongue, that way we might not have to listen to that crap you’re coming out with. If pain persists feel free to consults NO ONE.

And lucky last, Benjamin Pepperidge. You’re like the complete opposite of O’Riley. With you, there’s always something to be happy about. No matter how S*@& life can be, it’s never an issue. Why? Because you’re a self centered prick. Forget the family yacht, even the home cinema. A mirror, some tissues and a jar of Vaseline is enough to get the job done, am I correct, Ben? It’s safe to say out of the entire group this year, you’re the single bitch of this competition. And I sure as hell wouldn’t mind making you mine judging by the ways in which you’ve chosen to describe me during the past few weeks here. Forget about your good ol pal, Shane, because concerning your little offer, you’re on. I don’t care when; I don’t care where. So long as your arse is MINE.

So, until we meet Friday. Here’s a little viewing material, should we say? Enjoy.

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Calling for a ref in which had been on the outside for the entire promo, Stacey’s focus then turned ahead where the female before her stood. This was in fact an Indy wrestler that had been previously called in to take part in this casual contest. She went by the name Skylar Phoenix and appeared dressed in standard attire. Of all opponents she faced, never had any of those been someone as individual as the black haired Australian before her.

Stretching her neck a little from either side, Stacey leaned forward, her eyes watching her opponent almost as if a tiger was waiting to strike. Her concentration became all the more alert as the bell at ringside rang loudly. The referee observed either of the women’s moves from now as they soon encountered each other nose to nose with a cold glare.

Either of the two could be seen exchanging a few words when out of nowhere, Stacey roughly shoved Skylar pushing her abruptly from her original standing place. Holding two arms out, she mocked Phoenix carelessly awaiting for the much abused aggression to set in. Choosing to not waste any time at revenge, the woman stepped back to where she had once been and slapped the black haired diva across the mouth.

Looking up with a fierce look, Stacey kicked Phoenix hard into the stomach sending her down to the mat grasping her abdomen in pain. Ignoring the referee’s calls, the woman pulled the blonde up by the locks causing yells and screams. Directing her head beneath an arm, Stacey gained an early upper hand advantage hitting a perfectly executed snap DDT to her opponent.

Being forced to her feet, Skylar was only brought down to the mat once again receiving an arresting drop kick to the head courtesy of the IEO former Women’s hardcore champion and WNA Tough Enough contestant. It took no longer than a few short minutes for the blonde to return to her feet once again as she finally successfully countered Stacey’s irish whip sending the vixen’s back to the turnbuckle.

Catching her breath it took her only till the last minute to notice the Indy charging ahead. Taking action, Stacey used the ropes either side of her to jump up and multiply the strength of her kick to Phoenix’s skull stopping her in her tracks. While her opponent regained awareness, she propped her feet onto the middle ropes either side of the turnbuckle and used this to gain a height advantage hitting an immense bulldog.

Getting to her knees, the steel blue eyed 21 year old picked Skylar up enough to lock in a tightly gripped sleeper hold. As the pressure developed the blonde kicked a leg lightly on the mat in hope of keeping awareness. Before the concerned referee could even get an opportunity to raise an arm to check her consciousness, Phoenix struggled, but managed to make it to her feet slowly as a elbow straight to the mid section did the job.

Stacey’s stomach ached as she gripped it leaning forward remaining on her feet, as Beth ran forward in hopes of getting the much needed benefit, the experienced female once again regained the lead hitting a spine buster sending the blonde’s back to the mat directly in front of one of the 4 turnbuckles. Wasting no time, the black haired figure climbed to the top turnbuckle as she then looked down at her opponent from a far. Taking the risk, Stacey jumped and managed a magnificently complete modified guillotine leg drop

Those viewing at ringside predicted this would have to be the end, easily. As did Stacey with the exact assumptions moving forward and holding the woman’s shoulders down for the pin. The official counted. 1! 2! Phoenix kicked out and hastily at that. Almost instantly, the blonde pulled herself over the dark female and began throwing loose punches in hopes of keeping her down.

Making her way over to one corner of the ring, she stalked as Stacey slowly made it up to her feet. Once she did, Skylar dashed forward in attempts of spearing the diva. Her attempts failed miserably as the Australian moved out of the firing line and used a hand to assist her opponent into to the turnbuckle. This move itself sent a wave of alarm to those watching on. Panting, Stacey took the opportunity to finish things as Skylar stumbled backward. Taking her and everybody by surprise, the 21 year old hit a finely executed spinning sleeper slam, entitled ‘The Flashback’. This was in fact nothing her trainer, Mike Dundee, had not yet seen. Of course, it was her finisher.

Stacey rolled her up into a tight, securely held pin as the referee counted. 1! 2! 3! He called for the bell, the match was officially over. As he checked on the wounded female, the victor made it to her feet catching her breath once again at the very same time. While this Indy was a solid wrestler, it just showed she had nothing on the other having trained for only half the time Stacey did. For all, it was rare in general another could outsmart this woman. A small smile emerged on her face as the referee held her arm in victory. No sooner had he let go did she check on her opponent. Sometimes it was difficult to even believe how different Stacey’s treatment was in the ring in comparison to outside of it. It was in the end the least bit understandable as one must always look out for the next’s well being no matter how serious the competition. Those around applauded both of the two performers as the camera man then stopped his device leaving the scene to draw to a measured close. Friday night, here we come..