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Bloody, Battered, and Beaten 2003

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“Blood alone moves the wheels of history”

-Benito Mussolini

 

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12/29/03

An OAOAST Production!

 

(Red fireworks go off at the entrance stage signaling the start of the years final PPV. The building is jammed packed with blood thirsty OAOAST fans who await the carnage that this show will provide.)

 

Michael Cole: We’re a day a late and a buck short, but we’re coming to you live with Bloody Battered and Beaten! I’m Michael Cole being joined by America’s favorite pervert Jonathan Coachman and our newest member of the announce team Caboose!

 

Caboose: Greetings one and all. It would seem that most our production staff decided to go on strike last night, but GM Northstar has come through and hired a group of monkey’s to work audio and video

 

Coach: Uh, I think we’re calling them Highly Trained Circus chimps.

 

Cole: Whatever you call them they’re bound to enjoy this show! MC: Let's get going, with the opener here at Bloodied, Battered, and Beaten!

 

(“Make Her Say” starts up, and out comes Johnny “Jam” Jackson and Scotty Static, the Global Party Exchange, to plenty of shrieks from the females.)

 

MC: Scotty and Johnny are sure getting popular here with the young ladies here!

 

COACH: I hope they’re willing to pay their paycheck, if they lose this “Losers Lose Their Payday” match here now!

 

CABOOSE: They actually PAY these guys?!?!

 

MC: This all dates back to the GPE’s debut, when they actually started a party in St. Andrew’s Sanctuary. That angered the deeply-religious Communion, whose team, the Minions, has set it as their top goal to eliminate HeldDOWN~! of Static and Jackson since!

 

(The lights go down, and “Pompeii” starts up. St. Andrew leads Nathaniel and Michael to the ring. However, they end up bowing to Andrew mid-ramp as opposed to mid-ring as usual.)

 

COACH: That’s rather odd...the Communion performing their pre-match ritual on the ramp.

 

After the bowing, Andrew then points upward, and his Minions follow. The lights go completely out, and then they come back up. When they do, a behemoth man in a altar boy’s robe is standing behind the Global Party Exchange....

 

MC: Who in the hell is that?!?!?

 

COACH: He’s gotta be at least 6’10, maybe even seven foot!

 

MC: He’s HUGE!

 

Scotty and Johnny turn around, and right into the enormous hands of this monster! He grabs them by the throats, and nails a huge double-chokeslam, with ease! The Minions run into the ring, as Scotty and Johnny are starting to struggle to get to their feet. Nathaniel and Michael begin to stomp on Jackson and Static. They pull up both opponents, and throw them to Gibraltar again. He again nails a devastating double chokeslam! Nathaniel and Michael then jump on Scotty and Johnny, as they demand that the bell gets rang. Gibraltar walks towards the referee, so he rings the bell. He goes down, and counts the academic pinfall..........1......2.........3! The Minions have blatantly stolen one from the Global Party Exchange, and they’ve now got quite the huge man on their side!

 

COACH: With the aide of this man-monster, the Minions have taken not only the Global Party Exchange’s first Pay-Per-View win from them, but they’ve also stolen their paycheck!

 

MC: Though it’s a damn shame that two fine, young men like Scotty and Johnny got screwed out of money like this, I’m still wondering who in the hell is this monster!

 

(St. Andrew grabs a microphone.)

 

ANDREW: I’m sure you’re all wondering who this huge man is. See, Nathaniel and Michael, they’re really good back-up for my cause. However, there’s times when they must fight their own battles, as they currently are with these gluttons, the Global Party Exchange...of Sin and Lust. That’s when I call upon my special forces. This young man has proven himself worthy to be the enforcer of the Word, since quite frankly, he’s one of the most profound believers of it. Ladies and gentlemen, standing in at seven feet, one inch tall, and weighing a gigantic four-hundred and seventy pounds, I bring to you, my newest Minion, Gibraltar!

 

MC: Gilbraltar?!?!

 

COACH: He surely is as large as his rock namesake!

 

ANDREW: And, just like Gilbraltar will leave a path of destruction that’ll make the Los Angeles Earthquake of 1989 look like a Doors after-concert dressing room, tonight, Sly, Matt, AJ, I will leave you lying in wake as I ascend my rightful throne as X-Division Champion! One more thing before I go...Gibraltar, for being such a good follower, choose one of these sinners to sacrifice, any one you want!

MC: Sacrifice?!?!?

 

Gilbraltar picks up Jackson by the hair, and then slings him over his shoulder.

 

ANDREW: Good, good. Now, Michael, Nathaniel, set up the torture!

 

Nathaniel and Michael then go outside the ring, and get two tables from underneath the ring. They set one up, then stack the other one up, standing, on top of it. Then, Nathaniel pulls lighter fluid out from underneath his robe. He completely douses the tables in the fluid. Then, Michael pulls out two sets of matches from underneath his robe. He lights them both, and throws one on the top table, and one on the bottom. Both tables are now up in flames! Gibraltar then switches Johnny’s position on his shoulder, and...powerbombs Jackson from the ring, through the two flaming tables, and to the floor!

 

MC: My god! My god! My god!

 

COACH: Oh...my....I think this gigantic specimen just killed Johnny Jackson! Get some goddamn help out here!

 

Security and EMT’s try to get to Jackson, who’s unconscious and has been burnt and destroyed! However, Gibraltar goes to the floor, and punches out anyone who tries to help Jackson. It takes St. Andrew telling him to come along to stop this monster’s wrath!

 

COACH: That was the most chaotic beginning to a Pay-Per-View in quite a while!

 

MC: The Global Party Exchange lose their paycheck, the Communion debut their new seven-foot monster Gibraltar, and Johnny Jackson’s been broken and burnt alive!

 

CABOOSE: Roasted, toasted, and burnt to a crisp!

 

Coach: Can you believe what we’ve just seen? That’s not the best way to start a Pay View. Watching a man get toasted like a smore wasn’t on my list of things to do.

 

Cole: I agree. I hope he get’s the medical attention he needs. It feels awkward having to switch gears, but the show must go on. Caboose what’s next, partner?

 

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Caboose: Coming up we have the match that promises to send Coach into fits of uncontrolled orgasms, the handicap match between Alix Spezia and Holly-wood and Candie

 

Cole: Fans, we're going to show you what took place last week when Alix took on Candie

 

Caboose: It was a mighty painful and embarrassing experience for Candie and the Coach. Let's roll that sweet hilarious footage.

 

(Coach mutters something under his breath)

 

From The Christmas HD!

*The crowd boos loudly, as Hollywood steps inside the ring, holding her head with one hand but raising Alix's hand with the other. She turns around, and starts putting the boots to Candie as she gets up, and then Alix joins in as well. It's a two on one assault!

 

Caboose: And here comes the knight and shinning armor trying to play hero.

 

*DA COACH~! jumps up from Sofa Central, and heads into the ring! Coachman spins Hollywood around, taking her attention away from Candie, and calling her on! Hollywood can't believe it, but Coach picks her up and backs her into the corner, holding her all too close! Coach tries to keep her at bay so Candie can turn the tide, but Hollywood breaks up Coach's save with a swift knee to the junk. *

 

(Cut back to a live shot)

 

Caboose: Ho ho ho! That's too funny for words! How's the man hood holding up, eh?

 

Coach: Don't test me new kid. I just want to enjoy my T&A fest in peace. I don't wanna have to whup your ass.

 

*Cue "More to life by Stacie Orrico"

 

Buffer: The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall. Now making their way to the ring, representing the Acolytes of Northstar, from Beverly Hills and San Jose, California respectively.....ALIX SPEZIA AND HOLLY-WOOD

 

Northstar's reluctant fiance and step sister, Alix and Holly-wood come out onto the entrance stage. Decked out in hot pink bell bottoms with glittery stars on the back and a matching strapless bikini top, Alix angrily walks to the ring. Holly-wood lags behind and taunt the fans .

 

Coach: Guys, Alix and Holly-wood are wearing bikini tops.

 

Cole: And?

 

Coach: According to the Jonathan Coachman institute for the research and advancement of nipple slips, bikini tops are conducive to nipple slips.

 

Crowd: We want Candie! We want Candie!

 

*Cue "I want Candy"*

 

Buffer: And the opponent.....CANDIE!

 

The fans get their wish as HeldDOWN's fastest rising female star emerges from the back! Eager to put on a good show, Candie starts to work the crowd into a frenzy. When she gets into the ring, Holly-wood hides behind Alix and hurls a slew of unlady like words at the diva.

 

Cole: I have no doubt in my mind that Alix and Holly-wood are jealous of Candie. They wish they had the fan support that Candie gets. They think they deserve it just for being pretty. But looks are just one of the reasons the fans like Candie. They know she's an honest, hard working and energetic young lady, who gives it all she's got no matter what the odds. And that's why I think she's going to win this match.

 

*ding ding*

 

Alix and Holly-wood play a game of rock paper scissors to determine who starts the match. Alix wins but Holly-wood wants best two out of three. Alix claims that Holly-wood knew the rules before the game. The team's spat is interrupted by Candie who grabs Alix by her black hair and throws her out of the ring.

 

Caboose: Smart move by Candie. Fight the person who has the least amount of ring time.

 

Holly-wood decks Candie with a right hand. Candie covers her pretty face as Holly-wood furiously stomps at her. Holly grabs Candie's legs and sling shots her to corner. Candie is miraculously able to land on the middle turnbuckle. However a recovered Alix pie faces her to the ground.

 

Cole: That's the power of teamwork. I just hope that the ref can keep these two harlots under control.

 

Caboose: Unlikely. This'll degenerate into an ugly slap fest, with Candie taking most of the beatings.

 

Holly-wood goes a scoop slam but Candie rolls through for a pin. Holly-wood easily kicks out. She angrily floors Candie with discus punch! She picks up Zack's better half and drops her face first onto the ropes!

 

Holly-wood (bowing): Thank you. Thank you.

 

Candie interrupts Holly-wood's bowing with a kick to the chest. Northstar's step sister howls in pain and throws of a wild hay maker at Candie. Candie catches her rival's arm and takes her down with an arm drag! Candie locks on an arm bar in hopes of wearing her victim down. Holly-wood has other ideas and breaks the hold by spitting in Candie's face.

 

Cole: Gross.

 

Coach: I don't know. That's kind of arousing.

 

Caboose: I'm not ashamed to say I agree with you.

 

Holly-wood makes the tag to her future sister in law. Alix lazily steps into the ring. Candie pounces and locks her into a vertical suplex position. Alix blocks the suplex attempt with a knee to the gut. Holly-wood puts her boot onto the ropes and Alix slams Candie's face onto the heel!

 

Coach: Guys, I think I saw some Grade A Holly-wood BUTT cheek when she lifted her leg.

 

Cole: Careful, that's the boss's sister you're talking about.

 

Alix scoops Candie up and backs her to the corner. She fires off some slaps to Candie's face, causing her cheeks to turn bright red. Alix then hammers Candie's stomach with viscous shoulder blocks. Once she's done, she leans over the ropes and starts to yawn.

 

Alix: You're making this to easy.

 

Candie: Oh yeah?

 

Candie grabs Alix by the hair and throws her to the center of the ring! Enraged, Holly-wood storms into the ring. Candie takes her down with a drop toe hold, causing Holly-wood to crash head first onto Alix's stomach!

 

Caboose: That's an innovative use for such a tame and pedestrian move.

 

Holly-wood quickly gets to her feet. Her clothesline attempt is easily ducked. Candie grabs Holly-wood's pants and yanks them down to her ankles, revealing a zebra print thong! An enraged Holly-wood tries in vain to cover up as the heterosexual males and homosexual woman in the audience hoot and holler at the sight of her almost bare ass.

 

Coach: Oh.........god!

 

Cole: You didn't just...?

 

Coach: I could use some tissues out here.

 

Cole: I could use the name of Holly-wood's tanning salon.

 

Candie spanks Holly-wood's tanned BUTT cheeks, grabs the back of Holly-wood's thong and hurls her out of the ring. The starlet pumps her fist into the air, working the crowd into even more of a frenzy. Her rally is stopped when she turns around and is met with an intense SPEAR from Alix!

 

Caboose: You embarrass one Acolyte of Northstar you embarrass them all.

 

Coach: We don't have to see the rest of them in thongs, do we?

 

Cole: I wouldn't mind seeing Charlie Hoss in a thong......

 

Alix angrily rips out strands of Candie's hair. The ref, Nelson Stevens, gets on his knees and yells for Alix to stop. Alix responds by shoving a ball full of hair into the ref's mouth!

 

Cole: For a woman who's supposed to be heading towards the best day of her life, she sure is angry.

 

Alix rips off the ref's top and uses it to choke the life out of Candie. The crowd isn't to thrilled at the sight of the pale, flabby and hairy chested referee. They implore the fatty with the poor comb over to put a top on, but he has other ideas. He starts to sway his hips back and forth, rubbing his stubby fingers through his disgustingly grey chest hair and moving to music that only he can hear.

 

Cole: Where did Northstar find this guy?

 

Caboose: He just showed up backstage one night in Chicago, and he's been following us around the nation ever since.

 

Thankful for a preoccupied ref, Alix continues to choke out Candie. Candie is able to get to her feet and breaks the choke hold with a BIG TIME STUNNER! Dazed, Alix stumbles back towards the ropes. Candie charges at her but is dropped with an impressive spinning wheel kick!

 

Cole: These women can really go at it when they want to.

 

Alix makes the tag to a recovered Holly-wood! Holly-wood hops into the ring and drops an elbow across Candie's neck. She whips Candie into the corner and hits her with an avalanche! Candie falls to the mat face first! Holly-wood grabs Candie's arm and hits her with a grounded arm wrench.

 

Crowd: Take it off! Take it off!

 

Holly-wood: You're the boss!

 

Holly gyrates her hips a la Sable and starts to do a little strip tease, but stops and gives the crowd the one fingered salute. She goose steps over to Candie. The wicked witch of HeldDOWN grabs Candie's legs and tries for a sharpshooter. Candie will have none of that however and boots Holly-wood in the face! Growing more and more pissed, Holly-wood yanks Candie up by the arm and rabidly whips her into the unforgiving ropes. When Candie rebounds, Holly-wood flap jacks her high into the air but Candie reverses it into a GORGEOUS front drop kick!

 

Crowd: Candie! Candie! Candie!

 

Cole: She's giving it all she's got and so much more.

 

Candie sets up the beauty for a powerbomb. At the last second, Holly-wood is able to knock Candie down with a double leg takedown. She grabs Candie's leg and slingshots her to corner. This time Alix is waiting for her with an outstretched forearm. THWACK! The bridge of Candie's nose hits Alix's arm hard! Holly-wood hits a fallen Candie with a baseball slide to the ribs!

 

Caboose: Hold on guys. It looks like someone's coming to ring side.

 

Cole: Oh great. It's that doofus Silver Star. He's a nuisance to everyone. I hope he doesn't try to join us for commentary.

 

The crowd gets to their collective feet and starts to boo intensely as Acolyte of Northstar Silver Star rushes down to ringside. Vehemently opposed to the nitwit's existence, Holly-wood frantically motions for him to go away! Candie takes advantage of the distraction by rolling Holly-wood up, making sure to hook her tights to give Coach one last look at the Zebra print thong.

 

Pin attempt 1....2...... Silver Star yanks the ref out of the ring! Tired of being bullied by Northstar's staff, the ref shoves the Acolyte. Silver Star shoves back knocking the still shirtless official to the ground.

 

Holly-wood: Go away!

 

Silver Star: I'm not useless!

 

Holly-wood: A-W-A-Y! Go away!

 

Noticing that Candie is still on her feet, Alix tags her self in, spring boards into the ring and drops her with a stiff forearm. Holly-wood grabs Candie and pins her arm behind her back. Candie struggles to break free but the grip is surprisingly tight. Silver Star gets into the ring, much to Holly-wood's chagrin. He side steps Alix and makes a bee line for Candie. He starts to wind up for an elaborate wind mill punch.

 

Holly-wood: Just knock her out, idiot!

 

Candie: I don't think so!

 

Candie kicks Silver Star right in his silver balls! Doubled over in pain, he can only watch in horror as Candie breaks away from Holly-wood! Mildly upset Alix uses Silver Star as a human weapon by shoving him at Candie! Candie side steps the attack and Silver Star crashes into Holly-wood. The two tumble out of the ring! Holly-wood ends up on top of Silver Star and proceeds to punch him in the face. Stunned at the insubordination in the ranks, Alix fails to see Candie sneaking up behind her. She does notices when Candie gives her the Holly-wood treatment by yanking down pants to show the world a silver thong. Before the crowd or Alix can react, Candie hops off the ropes and hits with Alix with a spring board hurricanrana!

 

Pin attempt 1.....2.......3!

 

"I want Candy" blares over the all to expensive sound system! Candie heads to the top rope and holds her arm in the air as the crowd wildly cheers her on!

 

Coach: Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Thongs! Boobs! Butts! Spankings! More butts! Five stars! Match of the year! I need a shower!

 

Caboose: Malibu Vs Dreams it wasn't. But that was ten minutes of my life that I was happy to give up.

 

Cole: Hey, Caboose. You said that if Candie won, you'd give me sixty bucks.

 

Caboose: Incorrect. I said if Candie won, I'd stop sleeping with your mom. I intended on honoring that agreement, my friend.

 

Cole: Whatever keeps you from being my next brother in law. Let’s swing it over to the IZ gang!

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(Shot of Jesse and J.R.)

 

JESSE

Cole’s mom is open like a hall way.

 

JR

Let’s try and focus on wrestling. Folks, its time for a match that has been building on IntenseZone for the past month, ever since the return of the one and only SpiderPoet to the OAOAST. Poet came straight back and won the tournament for the new Adrenalin Title which Dan Black had earmarked for one of his Deadly Alliance members.

 

JESSE

Well that sure backfired, and now Black is trying to succeed where they failed. And don’t forget the history between these men, Jim Ross.

 

JR

That’s right Jess. With their partners JINGUS and El Dandy respectively, Black and Poet waged the longest, bloodiest tag team war we’ve ever seen in the OAOAST.They know each other well, there’s no question about that. Jess, who do you see walking away with the new title?

 

JESSE

It’s a cage match, which always makes things unpredictable. And this is a tough one to call- Poet hasn’t shown any ring rust since he returned, in fact he seems better than ever. But Dan is a veteran, he’s crafty, and he’s a fine, versatile wrestler.

 

JR

So who’s your pick?

 

JESSE

I think Poet has the extra guts and determination to get the job done.

 

JR

I can’t disagree. Let’s get to it!

 

GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA

Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is the STEEL CAGE MATCH for the OAOAST ADRENALIN TITLE!

The Smashing Pumpkin’s “Quiet” buzzes through the arena, as a flood of black smoke pouts from the entranceway. Short, sharp blasts of white pyro disperse the smoke, before Dan Black walks through.

 

GMC

Introducing first the challenger, from London, England, weighing 242lbs…Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaan BLACK!

 

Black pauses, absorbing the BOOOOOOS from the crowd, before smiling to himself and striding down to the ring. Our referee holds the cage door open for Dan, who sneers at the official and barges him out of the way to enter.

Wearing black tights flecked with silver, with black boots, Dan bounces on the spot, shaking out and smoothing back his hair.

 

JR

It’s just disgusting that IntenseZone has a General Manager with so little respect for anyone else.

 

JESSE

Things will change, Jim Ross, you can count on that.

 

JR

I hope so Jess. If Black takes this title tonight his power will only be increased.

 

Dan’s music cuts out and the crowd is already cheering as the arena lights darken. “Believe in Angels” begins to play, as the AngleTron displays Poet’s video. The fans are rapid with anticipation, as finally pyro EXPLODES across the stage, and SPIDERPOET appears!

 

GMC

Aaaaaaaaaaaand his opponent….from Charleston, South Carolina, weighing 230lbs…he is the Adrenalin Champion, the spectacular SPIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAH POET!

 

With the title belt strapped around his waist, Poet strolls down the ailse, slapping fans hands while keeping his eyes focused on the cage and Dan Black. Poet hands his belt to an official, steps up and enters the cage, with our referee following.

 

JR

I’ve been informed by the office of Dan Black that the only way to win this match is by pinfall or submission. The escape rule does not exist- in fact, if a competitor leaves the cage he will be

DISQUALIFIED!

 

JESSE

That’s a brave move from Dan Black.He’s clearly confident.

 

JR

He wants to beat Poet convincingly- he feels embarassed that Poet upset his plans. His ego could cost him though. Here we go folks!

 

DING DING DING

 

The crowd heats up as the two men meet in the middle of the ring. Black shakes his head at Poet, who smiles back at Dan. Black makes to turn away, but suddenly spins and SLAPS Poet hard across the face! Poet stands his ground, looking distinctly unimpressed. Dan grins, goes to turn again- and this time SPITS on Poet’s boots!

 

Black laughs as the crowd jeers him. Poet takes a step forward and just shoves Dan down onto his behind! From his position lying on the mat, Black raises a hand and flips Poet off. Black picks himself up, but Poet has had enough of the games, and is onto him, cracking him across the jaw with a hard punch.

 

JR

Black trying to psyche Poet out, get him angry and make him lose control. But Poet is experienced with those kind of tricks.

 

Poet kicks Dan in the stomach, and hoists him up into a body press! The crowd POPS-

 

JR

Tildebang! Tildebang already!

 

-but Dan struggles and escapes, landing next to Poet. Black swings hard, but SP ducks and CHOPS Dan hard across the pectorals. Dan winces and clutches his chest, but Poet pushes his hand aside and cracks Black with another hard chop! Dan grimaces and chops back! Poet is rocked back a little by the force of the blow, but responds with a STIFF high kick to Dan’s chest!

 

Black staggers but remains upright, only to absorb another hard kick to his gut! Black falls to his knees, holding his stomach, as Poet steps back and goes for a big third kick to the head! Dan ducks and rolls forward and up however, escaping the kick and landing his own to Poet’s midsection.

 

JR

These two really going at it hard with those chops and kicks. You can almost feel the impact of bone on bone!

 

JESSE

They both realise the importance of an early advantage in a dangerous environment like this. Who ever can gain and maintain control can inflict match winning damage on their opponent.

 

Black slams a European uppercut into the jaw of Poet, quickly following with another. Poet is flung back onto the ropes, and Dan hits him with a hard chop, before stepping back and propelling his boot hard into the chest of his opponent. Black pulls Poet into a headlock and starts to grind it on in the centre of the ring. Poet fights out with elbows however, and grabs Dan into a snapmare that leaves him sitting on the mat. SP quickly executes a low dropkick to the back of Dan's head!

 

Poet decides against a cover and brings Dan up, whipping him to the ropes- but Dan reverses the whip, sending SP off the cables. Poet ducks under Blacks punch and reaches the opposite ropes, where he jumps and springboards back from the middle rope! Dan turns into Poet's path and SP snaps his legs around Dan's head, flipping him over and around with a head scissors takeover!

 

Dan stutters to his feet and charges back at SP, who takes him down a drop toe hold. With Black on his front, Poet moves over and applies a side headlock on the mat.

 

JR

Poet displaying the outstanding wrestling abilities that not only brought him this title but have made him an OAOAST superstar! He's so quick, so smooth out there- and it may take a better man than Dan Black to defeat him.

 

JESSE

Don't count Dan out just yet, Jim Ross. Sure, Poet is good- he's DAMN good- but Black, away from all his cheating, scheming and General Manager shenanigans- he's still the man who was Mystery Eskimo, one of the best technical wrestlers in the OAOAST.

 

As if to prove Ventura's point, Dan forces himself up to one knee and breaks the head lock, countering into a half nelson on Poet. SP swings around, but Black swings with him and keeps the hold on. Black kicks the back of Poet's left knee to put him down to one knee, and turns the half nelson into a side headlock of his own.

 

Black shakes on Poet's head, trying to disorientate him, before releasing the hold and placing his right leg along the back of Poet's neck as he kneels. Before SP can react, Black jumps, bringing his left leg up into Poet's face as he forces his right leg down, catching Poet's head in a scissors like motion!

 

JR

Innovative move from Black...I wonder what stupid name containing the word "Black" he'll call it.

 

Dan picks Poet off the mat and drives a forearm into his face. Black whips Poet off the ropes and tries for a hiptoss, but Poet flips out and lands on his feet!

 

Poet shakes his head and comes at Dan! Black, shocked, tries a spin kick, but Poet ducks it and launches a beautiful dropkick into the jaw of his opponent! Black goes down, but Poet has him quickly back up and whipped into a corner.

 

SP runs in at Black and jumps with his left foot onto the middle rope, bringing his right knee up and into the face of Black!

 

JRAlmost a shining wizard from Poet using the ropes! It’s all high impact offence here.

 

JESSE

These two can WRESTLE, Jim Ross, but that’s not what a cage match requires. Its about big hitting moves and hurting your opponent as much as possible!

 

Black almost falls down in the corner, but Poet grabs him around the head before sitting on the top turnbuckle. Poet jumps off, spinning around in the air before dropping Dan face first into the canvas with a tornado DDT! The cover!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Poet wastes no time in bringing Dan back up, and CHOPS him hard once again. SP grabs Dan’s right arm and slaps on a hammerlock. Poet gets his arm around Dan’s leg and hits him with a belly to back suplex with the arm still hammerlocked around! Black clutches his arm in pain, but Poet brings him back up and re-applies the hammerlock, this time bodyslamming Black onto his right arm!

 

Dan doesn’t even get chance to tend to his hurt arm, as Poet hooks up his leg for the cover:

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Dan crawls away from Poet and brings himself to his feet, but Poet just jumps and hits a dropkick to the right arm of Black! Poet grabs Dan and whips him to the ropes. Black manages to clutch the top rope and save himself a quick return. Poet runs in at Dan, but Black propels his left elbow back and catches Poet in the face with sufficient impact to stagger him. Black turns, grabs Poet around the head and drops down, nailing SP with a jawbreaker.

 

Dan takes Poet by the scruff of the neck and just runs him forward, throwing SP face first into the UNFORGIVING steel! Poet bounces off hard as the crowd draws in its breath. Black isn’t finished however, and just throws Poet into the cage again! Dan smiles sickly and propels Poet into the steel a third time!

 

JR

We’re seeing the cage come into play for the first time, and I’m not surprised it was Black who used it.

 

JESSE

He’s a brutal and sadistic individual, Jim Ross. But in this kind of match, you need that attitude.

 

Black picks Poet up off the mat, and gets behind him, grabbing him around the waist. Dan lifts Poet up into the belly to back suplex position, but instead of slamming him onto his back just drops SP down directly onto his HEAD!

 

JR

Belly to back brainbuster! That’s just a dangerous move, Jess!

 

JESSE

That’s right, you can break a neck with that. Or win a match!

 

The cover:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

T-KICKOUT!

 

Dan shrugs and brings Poet back up, positiong himself near and facing the ropes. Dan applies a front facelock and grabs Poet’s tights, lifting him up into a vertical suplex position, but then letting Poet fall forward so his legs hit the top rope. Dan bounces Poet off the ropes and brings him back up again, but Poet counters, flipping out and landing behind Dan! Poet hits Black with a reverse DDT!

JR

BAH GAWD! Black was going for the slingshot brainbuster we’ve seen him use before, but Poet countered!

 

JESSE

These two men are very evenly matched, Jim Ross, its going to take something big to separate them.

 

Poet rolls away from Black, regaining his breath and composure after the punishment he’s just absorbed. Both he and Dan slowly start to climb up. Poet is the quicker, and tries to whip Dan to the ropes, but Black reverses the whip straight into the Heart of Ice!

 

JR

Black’s deadly crossface! He’s won so many matches with that hold!

 

But Poet struggles and doesn’t allow Dan to hook it on fully, getting to one knee and rolling out. Poet grabs Dan’s right arm and flips over, locking on a Fujiwara armbar! SP wrenches at the arm as Dan shouts in pain.

 

JESSE

Poet’s really going after that arm. I don’t think he’ll get Dan to submit just yet but that’s got to be doing some serious damage.

 

Black struggles in the hold for a moment, before finally managing to roll enough to get his left hand in Poet’s face and poke him square in the eye! SP immediately releases the arm bar and clutches his face.

 

Dan gets to his feet, wringing out his arm. Black stomps on Poet’s head as he’s rising, and whips him into the nearest corner. Dan runs in at Poet, but SP steps to one side and throws Dan on with his momentum, up and face first into the cage! Black bounces off and Poet cradles him down!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-KICKOUT!

Both men are up, and Poet quickly applies another hammerlock to Black’s hurt right arm. This time though Dan counters, swinging around and reversing to his own hammerlock. Black goes from the hammerlock to a wristlock and tries to force Poet down to one knee.

 

SpiderPoet rolls forward however, and reverses the wristlock to a standing armbar on Black’s right arm! Black growls and tries his own roll forward to escape, but Poet rolls with him and both men come up with the armbar still in place! The crowd cheers Poet on as he wrenches on the arm. Black finally resorts to grabbing the referee by the collar and pulling him hard into Poet! The impact breaks the armbar and Dan retreats, holding his arm.

 

JR

Typical cheating from Black! He couldn’t escape the armbar so he used the official!

 

JESSE

He’s resourceful, you have to give him that.

 

Poet checks on the referee, who’s winded by the collision. The official nods he’s ok, and then delivers a stern warning to Dan, who laughs it off, pushing the ref aside and swinging hard at Poet. SP ducks however, and comes up behind Black, getting a waistlock and swinging Dan over with a German suplex! Big POP from the crowd!

 

Poet keeps the waistlock on and rolls himself and Dan back up, hitting another German suplex! SP gets up for a third German, but Black elbows back and reverses the waistlock, hitting a German of his own! Dan now rolls up with the lock still on, but SP reverses! Poet goes for his third German again, but Dan counters that and hits Poet with a release German that flips Poet over in midair and lands him on his face!

 

JR

MAH GAWD, what a sequence! Dan wins the German suplex battle, but can he capitalise?

 

Dan lies on his back for a moment, the exchange having taken it out of him, before moving over and rolling Poet over for a cover:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THRRR-KICKOUT!

 

Black slams the mat in frustration and climbs up, bringing Poet with him. Dan whips Poet off the ropes and hoists him into a bodypress!

 

JR

Is he going for Poet’s own move?

 

Black tries for Poet’s Tildebang! But Poet escapes to the mat and gets a waistlock, hinting at more Germans! Black runs forward to the ropes however, and bounces Poet off him and away. Poet rolls through to his feet as Black turns, and charges at Dan, who backdrops Poet, but SP lands behind Dan and hits him with a release German- into the ropes and the cage! Dan’s head hits steel!

 

JR

BAH GAWD! Poet just suplexed Black into the cage! That was sick!

 

JESSE

Poet’s displaying the ruthless edge we were talking about!

 

Poet drags Dan out of the ropes and covers:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEE-KICKOUT!

 

Poet brings Dan up as we see the impact with the cage has opened a cut on his forehead, and blood is beginning to run down his face. Poet shows no mercy and clobbers Dan with one of his own European uppercuts, before going for the SPIDAHKICK out of nowhere!

 

But Black evades the kick, and as Poet turns back to Dan, slightly unbalanced, Black drags him into the Heart of Ice! Black gets it fully applied this time, but as he begins to pull on the hold, he suddenly shouts in pain and releases the crossface, holding his right arm!

 

JRThat work Poet put in on Black’s arm paid off! Putting on the Heart of Ice with any power is too much for him.

 

JESSE

If he’s removed that hold from the rest of the match, that’s a big advantage for Poet.

 

Poet gets to his feet and CHOPS Black yet again, before going back to the hammerlock. Poet keeps the arm behind Dan’s back and drops him with a backbreaker onto his knee- but it’s the arm that takes most of the impact. Dan convulses with pain, and tries to crawl away to protect the arm. But Poet won’t let him escape, and brings him up.

 

Poet takes the arm and delivers a hammerlock northern lites suplex, holding the bridge!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT!

 

JR

Dan has got to be in a huge amount of pain now!

 

JESSE

It’s going to get harder and harder for him to kick out if his arm keeps getting destroyed like this!

 

Poet brings Dan up and hits him with a delayed vertical suplex, quickly scooting over to Dan’s chest. Instead of a cover though, Poet pushes Black to a sitting position, grabs Dan’s arms and puts on a surfboard style hold. Black shouts in pain and tries to turn out of it. Dan manages to get to one knee, but SP keeps the hold on.

 

Black stands, and starts to turn over, reversing the move. Poet just releases his grip however, and hits Dan with a Russian legsweep.

 

Poet leaves Dan lying and heads up to the top rope for the first time in the match., drawing a big POP from the fans. Poet leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault that drives his body HARD into Black’s! Cover!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-KICKOUT!

 

Poet doesn’t allow any disappointment to show, and gets to his feet, picking Black up and whipping him to the ropes. Black bounces off but ducks Poet’s lariat. Dan rebounds from the opposite side of the ring and leapfrogs over Poet. SP turns into-

 

KICK!

WHAM!

BLACKOUT!

 

JR

That’s it! The Blackout stunner!

 

Dan collapses next to Poet, clutching his arm, before rolling over and just lying on Poet:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

The crowd erupts in relief!

 

 

JR

NO! BAH GAWD! Poet is still alive! He kicked out! What a HOSS!

 

JESSE

Steady there Jim Ross, he’s only 230lbs!

 

JR

Maybe, but he’s a HOSS in spirit, Jess!

 

Black rolls away, mingled blood and sweat masking his face. The IZ GM gets to his feet, massaging his arm and kicking a little at the body of his opponent, before picking Poet up and underhooking both his arms!

 

JR

Now Black’s going for his other big move- the Pitch Black, spinning tiger driver!

 

Before Black can lift Poet however, SP struggles and backdrops Dan! Poet staggers away and climbs to the top rope as Dan uses the ropes to haul himself up. Black stumbles around as Poet leaps off with a missile dropkick!

 

But Dan jumps too and lands his own dropkick into the gut of Poet as he comes down! SP collapses to the mat and Dan scrambles over to cover:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-KICKOUT!

 

Black brings Poet back up, pulls him to the ropes and starts to grind his face into the side of the cage! The crowd BOOS heavily as Dan mashes Poet’s face into the steel, before pulling him off and hitting him with a double arm DDT! Black poses over the fallen body of the SpiderPoet!

 

JR

Oh c’mon, what is this? Just wrestle, Dan, there’s no need for that!

 

Black stalks around Poet, as if willing him to get up. After a moment, SP does indeed rise, and we see that he too is now bleeding from the head. Black nods in satisfaction and runs in with a lariat- that Poet ducks! SP gets behind Black and goes for the hammerlock, but Black reverses to a full nelson- and snaps Poet over, DETONATING his head and neck onto the mat with a Dragon suplex!

 

Black holds the bridge!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! KICKOUT!

 

Black sits, looking up at the roof of the arena in disbelief. Poet twitches on the mat. Dan drags himself to his feet and SPITS onto Poet’s chest, before climbing to the top rope. Black pauses to flip off each section of fans, before jumping off, arms outstretched, getting huge eleveation and distance with a diving headbutt that brings his head CRACKING onto Poet’s!

 

Poet convuleses as Dan bounces off, clutching his skull! Black shakes his head to clear it and slowly crawls over, hooking up a leg!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

 

JR

MAH GAWD! What reslience from Poet! Dan is hitting him with all his big moves, and Poet’s shoulders just won’t stay down!

 

JESSE

Poet knows the importance of this match! He wants to keep this title and end 2003 on a high for himself, and a low for Dan Black!

 

Dan , even behind the mask of blood, is clearly SHOCKED. He covers SP again!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Black swears at the referee, before standing, running his hands through his hair and looking at a loss as to his next move.

 

JR

His arm’s too hurt for the crossface, and Poet already kicked out of the Blackout! What next?

 

Dan looks up…up…up…to the top of the cage….and starts to climb…

 

JR

Is he going to escape and get himself disqualified?

 

JESSE

I don’t think so, Jim Ross….

 

Dan reaches the top of the cage, high above the ring, and pauses. The crowd is half quiet, unsure whether to boo or cheer. Black takes a breath, and leaps off the cage, plummeting down with another flying headbutt! Dan flies down directly at Poet- who rolls away!

 

Dan CRASHES onto the mat to a huge “OOOOOOHHHH!” from the whole arena! Black is motionless.

 

JR

MAH GAWD! An incredible risk taken by Dan Black, and its backfired! If Poet can get across to cover, this could be all over!

 

SP finally starts to move over. Dan lies on his front, and Poet takes a moment to roll him over and cover:

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!!

SHOULDER UP!

 

The crowd groans in disappointment!

 

JR

How did Black kickout?!

 

JESSE

He wants that title too, Jim Ross! That was a hell of a fall, but there’s still something left!

 

Poet pulls himself up, stands over the still prone body of Black, and leaps up into the air, turning over and hitting Dan with a standing moonsault! The cover:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-KICKOUT!

 

Poet picks Dan up,although Dan’s legs are shaky and he can only just stand. Poet whips Dan to the ropes, and body presses him for the Tildebang- but somehow, in desperation, Dan counters, falling out of the press and slapping on a Dragon sleeper with his good left arm! Black starts to put Poet down , choking the lift out of him, as the crowd roars for Poet to escape!

 

Poet hears the crowd support and fights back, throwing elbows to the gut of Dan that break the sleeper. With Dan doubled up, Poet runs to the ropes, bounces off and rolls ward, delivering a rolling kick to the head of Black! Dan goes down hard and Poet covers:

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-KICKOUT!

 

Poet brings Dan to his knees- and Dan jackhammers his forearm up into Poet’s groin with a blatant low blow!

 

JR

Oh c’mon! Bullshit! BULLSHIT!

JESSE

Easy, Jim Ross, that’s legal! No DQ in the cage!

 

Dan puts the winded Poet’s head between his legs, lifts him up, bending both legs into him, and hits the package piledriver! “OOOOOOHHHH!”s from the crowd!

 

JR

What a brutal piledriver!

 

Cover:

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

NO-SHOULDER UP!

 

Dan SWEARS audibly, and slams the mat in frustration. He looks up to the top of the cage again…

 

JR

No way….that’s insane! He can’t be serious!

 

JESSE

No one ever said Dan Black was a sane man, Jim Ross!

 

Black slowly moves over to the corner, shaking his head clear, and starts to climb the cage. His progess is slow now, loss of blood and all the punishment he’s taken dulling his speed. When Dan is almost at the top of the cage, Poet suddenly rolls up! The crowd POPS hugely!

 

Poet runs to the corner and starts to climb up after Dan! Black reaches the top and tries to pull himself up, but Poet slams a forearm into his back! Dan almost falls but steadies himself. Poet climbs past Black and crouches on the top of the cage, with Black hanging onto the cage just below.

 

JR

Ohhh, I don’t like the look of this!

 

Poet jumps over forward, grabbing Black’s tights as he falls, and both men hurtle to the mat, with Poet POWERBOMBING Black down! Black is DRIVEN into the canvas with horrendous impact, and Poet crashes down too!

 

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

 

JR

MAH GAWD! SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP OFF THE CAGE!

 

Dan is motionless, eyes closed. Poet holds his midsection and after a moment, crawls over, draping an arm:

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DING DING DING

 

GMC

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL OAOAST Adrenalin Champion…..SPIIIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAH POOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

 

Poet rolls off Black as “Believe in Angels” plays, the crowd rising to applaud his efforts. Medics enter the cage, checking on Dan Black who still isn’t moving. Poet, face bloodied and body bruised, takes the Adrenalin Title belt, before climbing to the top of the cage and raising it high to more applause and cheers!

 

JR

That was the first defence of the new Adrenalin Title, and I think we can say its living up to its name! What a brutal match, Jesse!

 

JESSE

That’s right., Jim Ross! We saw both men give everything for the title, but it was Dan’s inability to finish Poet that lead to his downfall. Going to the top of the cage twice was desperation and both times it was a mistake.

 

JR

That powerbomb was just sick. I don’t like Dan Black one bit, but I hope his neck isn’t broken, I don’t want the mans career ended.

JESSE

Nor do I, Jim Ross. He just put on a great match, and like him or not, he brings in the ratings on IntenseZone!

 

In the ring, the medics finally bring Dan around. Clutching his neck, Dan staggers to his feet, as Poet climbs down back into the ring. Dan falls into the corner, supporting himself on the turnbuckles and pushing the medics away. Poet comes over, sportingly, to check on Dan.

 

Poet extends a hand….and Dan….takes it?

 

Big POP from the crowd!

 

JR

MAH GAWD? Black just shook his hand!

 

Poet nods,and turns- and Black pounces, nailing Poet with a lowblow from behind! Black almost falls again along with Poet, but balances on one knee next to the grounded SP and whispers in his ear. BOOOOOS are now erupting everywhere across the arena, as Black picks up the Adrenalin Title belt and lays it across the chest of Poet. Black points at the title, himself, and then stalks out of the cage.

 

JR

Black doesn’t seem to think this is over!

 

JESSE

He still wants that title, Jim Ross!

 

JR

Folks, that was a hell of a match- and don’t forget to tune into IntenseZone on Wednesday for the fall out- no doubt Dan Black will have something to say! But now its time for PK and Axel.

 

(Cut to the HD! crew)

 

Cole: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Bloody Battered and Beaten, and what a night it has been so far. But now we are ready for the big grudge match between The Dark One Axel and Peter Knight, in his first major singles match.

 

Coach: Axel had a lot to say last week; he blames PK for his sharp fall down the OAOAST ladder. Axel also said that he is bringing his ‘A’ game tonight, so PK had better be ready.

 

Cole: Let’s take you viewers back to this past Thursday on the Christmas edition of HeldDown, where these two met in a six-person tag team match, which was won by Axel, Satori and Ragdoll, when Ragdoll pinned the champion.

 

*HeldDown Logo Flashes over screen*

 

Axel grabs a chair from ringside and goes to slide it into the ring, but Peter Knight comes around and floors Axel with a clothesline! PK grabs Axel and goes for The Knightmare on the outside, but Axel slips behind and hits a low blow! Axel picks up the chair and measures PK, PK turns around, and WHAM~! Axel with a HARD chair shot to the face of Peter Knight!

 

COLE

That was sickening! PK’s face splattered all over that steel chair!

 

*Voice-Over*

Cole: Then, after the match, PK tried to get some revenge for the earlier attack.

 

*Clip is shown*

COLE

These two men disgust me. How can they sleep at night?

 

Peter Knight comes into the ring, his face a bloody mess. He runs at Axel, but Axel ducks behind! Axel picks PK up on his shoulders, and hits an Axel Slam!

 

COLE

Axel Slam on Peter Knight My GOD! I can’t believe this!

 

*HeldDown Logo Flashes over screen*

 

Coach: PK really has to prove himself tonight. He has to win tonight to be known as a serious singles contender.

 

Cole: That’s right Coach. PK has to be the underdog in this match up. We don’t know how good Axel’s form currently is, but we know his ‘A’ game is deadly.

 

Caboose: Axel got one-up on Peter Knight last Thursday night with that chair shot and Axel Slam. That’s why I like Axel, he isn’t afraid to go to extremes to win.

 

CUE: ‘Oh Hell Yeah’ by H-Blocx

 

*The lights go down as blue spotlights fill the arena. The main theme kicks in, and Peter Knight makes his way out to ringside, clad in the normal black pants and blue singlet.*

 

ANNOUNCER: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, known the world over as a Tag Team legend, but now he wants singles success, THIS IS, PETERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR KNIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

 

Cole: Well, there he is, Peter Knight. Former Tag Team and 24/7 Champion, he’ll need to bust out one hell of a performance tonight, because his opponent is playin’ for keeps.

 

*As ‘Oh Hell Yeah’ dies down, the arena goes completely dark. One single red spotlight is at the entrance way.*

 

CUE: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed

 

Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do?

Now that I have allowed you TO BEAT ME

Do you think that we could play another game?

Maybe I could win this time!

 

I kinda like the misery you put me through

Darling you can trust me COMPLETELY

If you even try to look the other way

I think that I could KILL this time…

 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOBOOBOOMMM~!~!~!

 

*The guitar riff starts up and the pyro explodes as Axel appears at the top of the entrance. No baseball bat, just Axel and his leather trench coat*

 

ANNOUNCER: And his opponent. From Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, a Champion in Australia and throughout Europe, tonight he returns to pay Per view action after a two month layoff, The Dark One of the OAOAST… AXXXXXEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

 

Caboose: Here’s my man!

 

Cole: Well, there he is! Is Peter Knight just another victim of The Dark One, or can PK make one hell of an impression here at Bloody, Battered and Beaten?

 

Coach: Axel looks like he spent that entire month working his ass off; he is in great condition for his return to singles competition. You will notice the new weight, he gained about ten pounds in solid muscle in the last month, and he’s ready.

 

Axel walks up the steel steps slowly and steps in the ring, all the time focusing on Peter Knight.

 

Cole: The two men sizing each other up here, ready for the inevitable lockup.

 

Caboose: Low Blow! Hit the Low Blow Axel!

 

Axel takes his coat off and throws it out of the ring. The referee calls for the bell, and the opponents circle the ring. They both hesitate, and then walk forward. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, PK gets Axel in the side headlock, Axel fights through it and launches PK into the ropes, but PK comes back with a shoulder block.

 

PK runs the ropes again, Axel ducks under, leapfrog by Axel, armdrag by Axel into the arm ringer, PK reverses, Axel grabs PK by the head and whips him over for a snapmare, Axel runs at PK, PK hits an armdrag on Axel, armdrag by Axel on PK, Japanese armdrag by PK on Axel, both men go for a dropkick but get nothing, both men quickly up and into the tie-up again, PK with the headlock, Axel pushes him into the ropes, Axel puts his head down and PK hits a Sunset Flip, referee gets a two count and Axel reverses into a pin of his own!

 

1…

 

2…

 

PK rolls out of it and floats over for a bridge!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Axel powers up out of the bridge and holds on, and drags PK into a backslide!

 

1…

 

2…

 

PK kicks out, both men lockup again. Side headlock by Axel, PK reverses into a hammerlock, Axel reverses again into a waist lock, PK drops down and rolls Axel through for the pin!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Axel kicks out! PK runs at Axel, leg trip but Axel, attempted elbow drop misses, PK goes for an attempted leg drop but misses, Axel goes for a standing senton and misses, PK fakes a leg drop, but the second time he connects!

 

1…

 

Axel powers out, and both men turn to face each other, the crowd roaring in appreciation!

 

Cole: MAN! What an opening exchange by these two men!

 

Coach: Brilliant technical wrestling by both men.

 

Caboose: Get a chair!

 

Collar-and-elbow tie-up again, PK forces Axel into the corner, and the referee calls for the break. PK steps back, but then immediately hits Axel with a hard knife-edge chop.

 

Crowd: WHOO~!

 

Axel comes back with a chop of his own. Both men exchange chops, and the effect is visible on Axels beet-red chest. Axel resorts to a thumb to the eye, and launches PK for the Irish Whip. PK comes off the ropes and hits a high lariat on Axel! Axel up quickly, PK gets Axel on his shoulders…

 

Cole: He might be looking for the Knightmare here!

 

…but Axel slides behind, and sets PK up for an Axel Slam! Axel goes for it, but PK slides off as well! Kick to the midsection by PK, runs to the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Axel goes for the same thing and both men go down!

 

Cole: Both men had the same idea there!

 

Coach: This a really evenly matched contest, both me going for their finishers early, both men reversing into different holds. Great wrestling by both competitors.

 

Cole: That’s right Coach, a lot of people have said that Axel has become more of a hardcore competitor, and that PK’s move set is mostly power moves, but you gotta remember, these two guys can really wrestle as well, and that’s what we love to see here.

 

Caboose: I must admit guys; this match has started off brilliantly. Both men jockeying for position, neither can get the early advantage, its great!

 

Both Axel and PK, breathing a little heavier now, go face to face yet again.

 

Cole: A lot of trash talking between these two, they have a personal dislike for each other.

 

Axel steps away, but lands a hard right hand! PK comes back with a hard right! Both men exchanging stiff right hands.

 

Cole: This has turned into a slugfest! Who can get the upper hand?

 

PK gets the upper hand, and sends Axel flying for an Irish Whip. Axel comes off the ropes, and PK hits a Powerslam!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Kickout!

 

Cole: PK getting the advantage here.

 

Coach: PK is really showing something here, he has not backed up from one exchange, he wants this win bad.

 

PK grabs Axel from behind, and hits a high back suplex. PK comes off the ropes, and drops an elbow on the chest of Axel. Cover by PK

 

1…

 

Kickout by Axel at 1

 

PK picks Axel up and hooks his arms; PK delivers a double arm suplex to Axel! PK picks Axel up once again and delivers a Sidewalk Slam! PK hooks the leg!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Kickout by Axel just at the 2 count.

 

Cole: PK using a variety of moves to keep Axel down. He can’t give Axel an opening, he’s gotta stay on him.

 

PK picks Axel up, and puts him over his shoulder. PK runs…

 

Cole: Could be a Running Powerslam here!

 

… but Axel slips behind! PK turns around and right into a Harlem Sidekick!

 

Coach: What impact on the sidekick there by Axel!

 

Caboose: Yeah! Show ‘em what you can do Axel!

 

Axel looks to the crowd and points to his head ala The Rock, and the crowd respond by chanting ‘Shut-the-fuck-up! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!’

 

Cole: The crowd showing what they think of Axel now!

 

Caboose: Ah what the hell do they know; they don’t appreciate the greatness of The Dark One. But Michael, I certainly do!

 

Axel flips off the crowd, grabs PK, hooks him up, and hits a Brainbuster.

 

Axel goes to the second rope, and hits a leg drop across the throat of PK. Cover by Axel!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Kickout by Peter Knight.

 

Cole: This match is quite the see-sawing affair, one minute PK has the advantage, and now Axel does!

 

Axel picks PK up and hits a scoop slam. Axel goes into the corner, runs at PK, and hits a knee drop right to the face! Axel gets PK up again, and hits him with a hard knife-edge chop. Axel with a hard right hand to the face of PK, sending him into the corner. Axel with shoulder blocks to the gut of PK, with Knight crying out every time one is delivered. Axel backs up and PK runs at him, Axel ducks behind, and hits a HUGE release German Suplex! Cover!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Kickout by PK at 2.

 

Axel positions PK, hoists him up, and hits a spine-shattering Sitout Powerbomb! Cover!

 

1…

 

2…

 

Kickout by PK at 2 again!

 

Axel picks PK up by the head, Irish whip by Axel, reversed by PK; PK goes for a clothesline but Axel ducks around and applies a sleeper hold!

 

Cole: PK has to fight out of the sleeper!

 

Caboose: He’s done for now!

 

PK tries to fight out of it, but Axel has the hold on too tight! PK’s face starts to lose coloring! He goes down to one knee!

 

Cole: PK is fading here!

 

PK’s arms go completely limp! He slumps down to his knees! The referee picks PK’s right arm up in the air, let’s go of it…

 

And it drops!

 

 

The referee picks PK’s arm up a second time, and let’s go of it…

 

 

It DROPS!

 

Cole: That’s twice now! If PK’s arm drops once more, this one is over!

 

 

The referee picks PK’s arm up a third and final time, the referee lets go of it…

 

 

It DROPS……………..!

 

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOO! PK IS STILL ALIVE!

 

Cole: Go PK! Break the hold PK!

 

PK gets up to his feet, and smashes Axel in the stomach with his elbow, but Axel doesn’t let go! PK hits Axel in the stomach again, and this time he does let go! PK pushes Axel into the ropes, tries a clothesline, but Axel applies the sleeper hold again! But PK reverses into a Back Suplex!

 

Cole: Great reversal there by PK! He had the sleeper well scouted, and now both men are down!

 

Axel and PK both slowly get back up to their feet. Axel goes for a right hand, but PK blocks it and lands one of his own. Axel tries for another right hand, but again it is blocked, and PK comes back with a right. PK gets a few more rights in before getting the Irish Whip on Axel, Axel reverses, PK runs to the ropes, goes for a clothesline on Axel, but Axel ducks and hits a neck breaker!

 

Caboose: Beautiful!

 

Cole: What a neck breaker there by The Dark One! Can he capitalize?

 

Axel goes for a cover…

 

1…

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

3…

 

 

NOOO!! PK Kicks out at the last second!

 

Axel signals that this is the end! He picks PK up, and gives him an Irish whip. Main Event Spinebuster by Axel!

 

Cole: We know what’s coming!

 

Coach: PK is in big trouble here!

 

Caboose: Axel is going to win this! YEAH!

 

Axel grabs the left leg of PK, and steps over into the Axel Grinder! Axel drives his knee into the back of PK while applying the Axel Grinder!

 

Cole: That knee of Axel is embedded into the back of Peter Knight! Knight is screaming in pain!

 

Coach: PK has to get to the ropes here, and quickly!

 

PK starts to slowly crawl to the ropes! The referee asks PK if he wants to give up, but PK just shakes his head while screaming in pain! PK is inches away from the bottom rope…

 

 

 

And HE GRABS IT!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOOO! Axel pulls PK away from the bottom rope!

 

Cole: PK almost had hold of that bottom rope!

 

Axel wrenches the Axel Grinder back even further, eliciting an even bigger shout from Peter Knight! The crowd clap along to try and will Knight to the ropes once again!

 

Coach: The crowd is really behind PK here, they want to see him reach that rope!

 

Caboose: They don’t even know what good wrestling is here! Go Axel!

 

PK crawls, Slowly, to the ropes! Axel tries to pull PK back, but he can’t! PK reaches for the ropes again…

 

 

AND THIS TIME HE HOLDS ON!

 

 

Cole: Yeah! Break that hold Axel!

 

The referee goes around to Axel and tells him to break the hold! Axel reluctantly does so! Axel makes a ‘throat cut’ motion, signaling that it might e time for his finisher!

 

Cole: Axel might be going for the Axel Slam here!

 

Caboose: If he hits this, it’s over!

 

Axel Picks PK up from behind…

 

 

 

But PK slips off! Axel turns around, and PK hits an STO out of desperation!

 

Cole: STO! STO! PK is turning the tide here!

 

PK picks up Axel and gives him an Irish whip. Axel comes off the ropes, and PK catches him with a clothesline! Axel gets up quickly, and eats another clothesline! PK picks Axel up, hooks the front face lock, and gets a vertical suplex! PK holds onto the front face lock, and gives Axel another vertical suplex! PK holds on again, and this time completes the trifecta with a Falcon Arrow!!

 

Cole: PK’s got his second wind here! He’s on fire!

 

PK goes up to the top rope, and hits a BIG LEG DROP!

 

Cole: What a Leg Drop! It’s OVER!

 

1…

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Axel gets a shoulder up at the very last second!

 

Coach: I thought Axel was done for there!

 

Caboose: Nah, he’s just playin!

 

Right hand by PK on Axel, and then a chop. Kick to the midsection, Irish whip by PK, Axel reverses, PK goes for a clothesline, Axel ducks, Axel picks PK up on his shoulders, and hits a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

 

Cole: DVD out of NOWHERE!

 

Caboose: There ya go!

 

Cover by Axel!

 

 

1…

 

 

 

2…

 

 

Cole: It’s over!

 

 

3…

 

 

 

 

 

NOOOOO!!!!!! PK kicks out!!!

 

Cole: HE GOT HIM! No, no he didn’t.

 

Caboose: Thanks Vince!

 

Axel goes up to the top rope, and PK starts to get up! Axel measures PK, and goes for the DREADED Double Axe Handle, but PK moves and buries a right hand in Axel’s stomach! Axel turns around; PK puts Axel over his shoulders, and hits THE KNIGHTMARE!

 

Cole: AXEL WAS PLANTED!

 

Caboose: Oh No!

 

1….

 

 

 

 

 

2……

 

 

 

 

3…..

 

 

 

Cole: Chalk that one up for the books, we are…

 

 

NOOOO!!!! Axel gets a shoulder up!!!!

 

 

Cole: I-I can’t believe that!

 

Coach: Has ANYONE done that before?

 

Caboose: Peter Knight can’t believe it!

 

Cole: What does he have to do to beat Axel?

 

 

PK picks Axel up for another Knightmare, but Axel slides off! Axel picks PK up for an Axel Slam, but PK slides off! Kick to the midsection by PK, PK sets Axel up in a Powerbomb position!

 

Cole: He might be going for a Powerbomb here…

 

 

PK lifts Axel up over his shoulder ala a Awesome Bomb, but then he sends Axel crashing down to the mat with a modified Diamond Cutter, with Axel landing face-first on the mat!

 

Cole: What a Maneuver!

 

Caboose: What the hell was that?

 

PK HAS THE COVER!

 

 

1…

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

*DING! DING! DING!*

 

Cue: ‘Oh Hell Yeah’ by H-Blocx

 

ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, PETER KNIGHTTTTTT!!!!!

 

Cole: What a match by these two competitors! They gave us everything in their bodies for this win! PK has made his statement!

 

Coach: You gotta believe though, this match could have gone either way Michael! l tell you one thing, Peter Knight has impressed the hell out of me here at Bloody, Battered and Beaten! Somewhat of a technical masterpiece by these two, we hardly saw any cheating whatsoever!

 

Caboose: I gotta give props to Peter Knight and Axel. The guys gave us everything hey had, they put on one hell of a contest, and PK just happened to be the better man tonight. Hats off to both PK and Axel.

 

PK celebrates around the ring slapping hands with the fans, before heading up the ramp. Axel slowly gets to his feet and looks up the ramp at Peter Knight. Axel puts his hands together, and starts to clap!

 

Cole: A bit of class shown there by The Dark One!

 

Coach: He appreciates the contest for what it was Michael.

 

Axel points at PK and mouths ‘There will be a next time’. The crowd claps along with Axel, cheering for both men!

 

Cole: Well, a personal dislike has turned into just a little bit of respect between these two. The better man won tonight, and both men, in my opinion, will do great things as single competitors in this company

 

::The scene cuts backstage in the men's locker room, where cameras spot Panther warming up in preparation for his match with Brock Ausstin. Panther has an intense, focused look in his eyes as he throws a series of right hand jabs at the air. In the background, a slow creaking sound can be heard, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. Startled by the noise, Panther quickly turns to one of shock (almost fear) as he spots...

 

Panther: Tina?!

 

Tina (in the background): We need to talk.

 

...the camera slowly pans towards the door, revealing Panther's injured manager, Tina. Wearing a black denim jacket, matching jeans and white sneakers, with her blood red hair flowing over her shoulders, Tina walks towards Panther with a sombre look on her face. Panther's eyes lower to the floor as Tina approaches him, and there's a long, awkward silence between the two as they stand face to face. Tina attempts to place her hand on Panther's shoulder, but he swiftly pulls away from her::

 

Tina: Panther, what the hell is wrong with you?!

 

Panther: What do you mean what's wrong with me?

 

Tina: You know what I mean, Panther! I mean...I haven't seen you in a month. You don't call me, you don't return my calls... and when I do manage to get in touch with you, you snap at me...you yell at me...I don't get it, Panther. What? Is it something I did?

 

::Panther's completely silent. He slowly looks up at her, then quickly lowers his eyes again...almost as if hes afraid to look her in the eye.::

 

Tina:...well?

 

Panther: T...I really don't have time for this. I've got a match to get ready for.

 

::Panther attempts to walk away, but Tina shoves him back. Panther glares at her coldly::

 

Panther: Woman...

 

Tina: The match can wait! Panther...I'm really worried about you.

 

Panther: Tina...

 

Tina: I mean it, Panther. I...(Panther again attempts to leave, but she shoves him back) will you...(Panther attempts to leave again) DAMN IT, PANTHER, WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME????!

 

::Panther shoves Tina aside and starts for the door once again. Tina then catches him by the hand, spins him around, and slaps him HARD across the face, drawing a loud "OOOOOH" from the fans watching the scene from inside the arena. Panther rubs his face and glares at Tina intensely as she continues::

 

Tina: Christ, Panther! Is this match REALLY that important to you? So important that you can't even have a conversation with your girlfriend????! (sighs) Ya know...whatever happened to not putting the business ahead of the people you care about?! Huh? Whatever happened to that...(Panther looks down again) DAMN IT, LOOK AT ME, PANTHER!!!!

 

::Tina angrily places both hands on Panther's cheeks and positions his head so that he's looking her square in the eye. There's another awkward silence between the two, and the looks of anger on both faces soften a bit::

 

Tina: (sighs) You know, Panther, I caught HeldDOWN~! the other night...I saw what happened between you and Brock Ausstin and...

Panther: You're worried?

 

Tina: Yes, because you're getting way too caught up in this thing with Brock! Remember the agreement we came to before we came here, P. We were only gonna do this OAOAST thing for a few months...just to get enough money to help you get back on your feet after your divorce and your financial problems, and then we'd get out! No attachments! Nothing long-term!

 

Panther: And your point is...

 

Tina: My point is, Panther...you're becoming obsessed with Brock, you're becoming obsessed with this business all over again, and that's not good. I don't want this business to become your whole life, Panther...not again! (sighs). You know...maybe it was a mistake to come here, Panther. Maybe...maybe we should just go to Northstar, have him cancel the match, and...

 

Panther: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cancel the match?! Cancel the match?! After all Brock's done to us...tossing me into the post, breaking your ribs...you want me to just cancel the match?!

 

Tina: I just think that it's for the best, P. I mean...what if you get hurt out there?!

 

Panther: What if...(rolls eyes) oh, I see! I see what this is all about, now! You still I don't have what it takes to beat Brock, right?

 

Tina: That's not what I said!

 

Panther: (scoffs) Whatever. You know something, Tina, don't worry about me. I can handle myself. Now, you want something to worry about...worry about the beating that I'm gonna give Brock Ausstin tonight, because I promise you, Tina, that I'm gonna finish what I started Thursday night at HeldDOWN~! Tonight, I promise you, Tina, that I'm gonna hurt Brock! If necessary, I'll cripple Brock, and ya know something...there ain't a damn thing that you, Northstar or anybody walking the face of this earth can do to stop me from doing it!

 

Tina: But Panth--

 

Panther: Oh...and just to make one thing clear to you, Tina...YOU'RE NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

 

Tina: But...

 

::Panther shoves Tina aside, storms out of the locker room and slams the door behind him. The camera focuses in on Tina, who's beginning to tear up.

 

(Cut to Sofa Central)

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Coach: What a jerk! If he won’t hit it, I will. From the front and the back.

 

Caboose: Do you have an off switch?

 

Michael Cole: I wish.......Well ladies and gentleman..it’s been a crazy night so far...and it’s just getting crazier. Damaramu and Crystal are about to mix it up in a Last Person Standing match. No time limit, the match does not end till one person cannot answer the 10 count. This is going to be a crazy match. Gentleman, your thoughts?

 

Coach: Well Cole I think it’s very simple. Crystal is mad. The repeated backstage attacks coupled with a near victory in their Heldown match has gotten Crystal so hot, that I don’t think Damaramu can contain her! She’s mad and she’s going to be looking to hurt him in whatever way possible.

 

Caboose: Coach do us a favor and put your hormones on hold and look at this match logically! Yes Crystal is mad! And does she have the skill to keep up with a world class athlete like Damaramu? Well I’d certainly say so! She’s proved on many different occasions that she is a world class athlete! Hell she is the VERY STANDARD for a world class female athlete! However she does not have the sadistic streak that Damaramu has! He proved last month in his match with Pyro that he will do anything to defeat his opponent! Poor Pyro has not even checked out of the hospital yet! And what about fighting off all of the Acolytes of Northstar plus Charlie Hoss? That in it’s self was a feat. Crystal has to move fast and Crystal has to let go of any human emotion she may be harboring.

 

Cole: I couldn’t have said it better myself guys. Let’s go to the ring announcer.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman our next contest at Bloody, Battered, and Beaten is scheduled for 1 fall and it is a LAST PERSON STANDING MATCH!!!

 

*the fans explode upon hearing what they are about to be treated to*

 

Announcer: Introducing first...........

 

*”I’m Just a Girl” booms over the arena speakers as the red and white lights flash through the arena. Crystal appears admist the smoke on the entrance way. She looks at the fans as they cheer in admiration of everyone of her accomplishments. She breathes deep and then starts heading for the ring.*

 

Announcer: weighing in at 138 pounds....the Female Phenom.......CRRRRRYYYYSTAL!!!!!!!

 

*Crystal is in the ring on the ropes pointing at the fans and yelling back at them showing them her gratitude. She appears to be having very much fun, but as her music stops she becomes deadly serious. The opening guitar rift to “I Stand Alone” hits as all of the lights go out and a spotlight flies around the arena. It stops and centers on Damaramu standing on the entrance ramp.*

 

Announcer: And her opponent....weighing in at 248 pounds....THE BLACK HEART DAMARAMU!!!!!

 

*Damaramu points at Crystal with a cold expression and begins to make his way to the ring. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and begins to yell at a young Crystal fan.*

 

Coach: Look at Crystal!

 

*the lights are still out and the spotlight is centered on Dama as Crystal hits the other ropes and comes running across the ring, flying over the top rope with a beautiful no handed plancha right onto Damaramu!*

 

Cole: Crystal jump starting this match! The lights are up and we are ready to go!

 

*Crystal stays on top of Dama pounding him in the face with hard punches from her right hand. Dama tries to cover up so Crystal grabs him by the face and begins banging the back of his head into the entrance ramp! The referee tries to pull Crystal off but she shoves him to the ground and continues to punch Dama. Finally she gets off as Dama lays on the ground holding his face.*

 

Caboose: Crystal getting the advantage early on! Man she put him through the ringer on that one...wait he’s rolling over......OH MY GOD!

 

Cole: That’s sick!

 

*Damaramu rolls over to reveal a cut on the back of his head from being banged into the ramp. Blood slowly flows out of it and down his neck.*

 

Coach: Crystal draws first blood early in this match!

 

*Crystal pulls Dama up from the ground as he looks groggy already. Crystal bends low and runs Dama back first into the guardrail! Dama falls forward holding his back as Crystal steps back grabbing the back of his head while he is bent and lifts her knee high driving it into Dama’s face! Dama grabs his faces as Crystal grabs him by the neck and the seat of his pants and sends him flying into the steel steps!*

 

Caboose: I cannot believe the beating that Crystal is delivering in the opening stages of this match! As a former wrestler I can say that receiving a vicious ass kicking in the early stages of the match and it is very very hard to come back from!

 

Cole: Dama isn’t really a proven commodity! He’s proven that he can hang and he’s proven that he’s a great athlete but I don’t think he’s really proved himself yet. I mean he’s beaten Ryan Smith but that’s about it!

 

Caboose: You do realize you are an idiot don’t you!? Hasn’t beaten anybody!? He defeated Ryan Smith and Pyromaniac! Pyro is NO push over! And he beat Flameout, Hollywood, Silver Star, and Charlie Hoss in that match! Can you deny his skill!?

 

Cole: Ok! Ok! Get back to the match!

 

*Dama lays up against the steps looking like he’s been through a 20 minute war. Crystal steps back and then runs forward delivering a hard dropkick! Dama’s head bounces up against the steps making a loud *THUD* Dama falls over to the ground now leaving a spot of blood on the steps. The ref runs over to count.*

 

1!!!!!

 

 

 

2!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

4!!!!!

 

 

*Crystal pushes the ref out of the way and pulls Dama back to his feet!*

 

Coach: My girl wants to punish him! That’s my girl!

 

Cole: I’d have to question how wise this is. She should put Damaramu away when she has the chance.

 

*Crystal spins Dama around and tries to throw him into the ring post but Dama reverses on her! She heads to the post but manages to get her hands up but she pretends to hit it anyways. Dama rushes in thinking she’s slumped against the post....Crystal moves! Dama runs his arm into the post!*

 

Caboose: What a smart move by Crystal!

 

*Dama holds his arm as Crystal rolls him into the ring. Dama tries to stand but Crystal is right there and delivers a hard kick right to his arm. Crystal grabs Dama’s arm while he’s on his hands and knees and sits back on an armbar. Dama screams in pain as Crystal pulls way back on it.*

 

Cole: I don’t understand the point of the submission move in a match where you need to beat your opponent to the point that he can’t stand!

 

Caboose: Cole you’ve never wrestled so don’t try to give me your take on it! If she takes Dama’s arm away from him he will lose one of his weapons!

 

*Dama finally tries to roll over on it but Crystal holds on. She steps off of his arm now and steps back and delivers a kick to the ribs. Dama starts to stand again but Crystal hits the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm grounding Dama again. Dama rolls over trying to gain a little bit of his bearings but Crystal runs back over and delivers a standing moonsault! Dama grabs his back in pain as she yanks him up by his hair while the blood still runs down the back of his head. She grabs him and sends him into the corner slamming him back first into it. Crystal comes running in and hits a Stinger Splash on him into the corner! Dama falls forward and Crystal picks him up onto her shoulder for a power slam...no wait.....she’s going for a tombstone! She hits it dropping Dama onto his head!*

 

Cole: Well she seemed to realize that the arm-bar wasn’t working so she went for a quick succession of moves to drive the wind out of Damaramu and then she dropped him onto his head!

 

Caboose: Yes smart work by Crystal there! Pound him hard and don’t give him a chance to come back! And now she’s working on his back leading to the Crystalling more than likely!

 

Coach: I feel so left out.......

 

*The ref steps back for the count!

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!Dama’s fighting up!

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Dama’s on his feet!!! *

 

Cole: Well Dama’s on his feet now.

 

*Dama stands waving around a bit. Crystal runs in for a clothesline.......Dama gets a foot up and takes her off of her feet! Dama falls forward onto his knees and smiles as he sees Crystal rolling holding her feet. Dama comes back over as Crystal is coming to her feet and delivers a kick to her face that sends her rolling back to the ground. He drops onto her and begins to choke her out with both hands!*

 

Caboose: The referee can’t do anything about it!

 

*Dama relents as Crystal holds onto her throat. Dama leans forward and begins to deliver a few elbows to Crystal’s face! Dama starts delivering hard ground elbow smashes about 8 in all! Crystal looks like she’s out of it! Dama stands and jumps in the air....spinning in mid jump and coming down with another elbow smash!*

 

Caboose: Dama with a jumping Rolling Elbow while Crystal is on the ground! What a great move!

 

*Crystal’s nose is busted while Dama stands over her with an expression of pure hatred. He stares at the referee and then signals for the referee not to count. Dama bends low and starts to pick her up but Crystal delivers a low blow as she’s coming up causing the fans to explode!*

 

Caboose: Dama should’ve gone for the count there!

 

Coach: Hi Coach! How are you? Why I’m good Coach! Thanks for asking!

 

Cole: WILL YOU GET SERIOUS!?

 

*Crystal comes up and delivers another low blow to the already doubled over Dama! Dama falls back into the corner and Crystal rips his shirt off and delivers a couple of hard chops to his chest. Dama stands there holding his red chest with his half on shirt. Crystal pulls it off and begins to choke Damaramu out with it. Dama starts to come forward but Crystal slams him back into the corner. Crystal steps back and then runs up onto the second rope and spins around delivering an enziguri to the back of Dama’s head! Dama hits the ground and rolls out of the ring! Crystal is right behind him following him out to the outside. Dama tries to stand but Crystal grabs him from behind and pushes him forward into the ringpost! Dama falls backwards as Crystal catches him in a waistlock......GERMAN SUPLEX!*

 

Caboose: Crystal is getting sadistic now! That was a vicious German Suplex!

 

*Crystal and Dama fight over by the announce table now as she rams him face first into the table. Dama falls over the table as Crystal goes around and rams him back first into the table scooting it forward a few feet!*

 

Coach: What impact! They sent the announce table scooting forward!

 

*Dama climbs over the table in an attempt to escape Crystal but she is right there. She delivers a knee to the stomach and then tosses him into the ring. Crystal grabs a chair.*

 

Cole: What’s she doing with that?

 

Coach: Well she’s not going to take a seat!

 

*Crystal follows Dama in with the chair! Dama is coming to his feet........Crystal with a hard chair shot to his back! Dama falls holding his back! Crystal rolls him over......she grabs his legs! She starts to turn him.........the Crystalling! The crystalling!*

 

Coach: She’s locking in the Crystalling!

 

Caboose: If she can damage that back good enough then he can’t stand...and he will lose this contest!

 

*Crystal sits back on the Crystalling as Dama screams in pain! He has nowhere to go! Crystal continues to bury her knee into the small of his back as he calls out in agony. The fans are going nuts and chanting for Crystal as she continues to apply more pressure almost bending Dama in half! Dama screams in pain and begins to tap out!*

 

Coach: It’s over!

 

Caboose: Shut up Coach! It’s not over! This match isn’t contested under submission rules! You can bet if this were a normal match he wouldn’t be tapping! Maybe he’s trying to trick Crystal into thinking that she has won!

 

*If that is Dama’s plan it isn’t working because Crystal is still applying pressure. Finally Dama stops moving as he starts to go out. Dama goes limp and ceases to move. Crystal notices that the thrashing has stopped and releases the hold. Dama lays there as the referee goes for the count!

 

1!!!!!!!

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DAMA STANDS! DAMA STANDS!

 

Cole: He’s on his feet! Barely!

 

*Dama looks at Crystal and flips her off as she stares at him with disbelief! Crystal rushes in wildly going for a clothesline but Dama ducks.........flash back! She’s down! Dama lays on top of her for a second before crawling to the ropes and helping himself up still favoring his back. Crystal starts to stand but Dama rushes in with a Yakuza kick! Crystal is back on the ground. Dama starts to stagger over to her but he notices the chair laying to the side.*

 

Caboose: I know what that grin is for!

 

*Crystal once again fights to her feet showing her never say die attitude! But she turns around and takes a hard chair shot right to the face!*

 

Coach: NO!

 

Cole: DEAR GOD! WHAT A SHOT!

 

*Crystal is bleeding everywhere as Dama stands over her triumphantly demanding the referee count.

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Crystal is stirring!

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CRYSTAL KIPS UP!*

 

 

Caboose: What the hell!?

 

*Dama now stares in disbelief as Crystal has kipped up from his hard chair shot! Dama throws the chair at Crystal as she ducks under and rushes in with a spear! Both begin to wildly punch one another on the ground as the referee tries to pull them apart....he goes down as well! Finally Dama ends up on top delivering some hard punches to Crystal’s face! Dama is sitting on his knees as Crystal puts her hands on the back of his thighs and slides under him to her feet!*

 

Coach: A little Matrix from Crystal!

 

*Crystal turns to Dama and steps back a few feet! Dama stands as they both back into there respective corners. Dama has blood drenching the back of his head as Crystal’s face is wearing the crimson mask. Both stare at one another and then begin circling each other as Crystal raises her arms asking for the fans support. The fans begin to cheer and stamp there feet in support of Crystal!*

 

Cole: It’s like they are restarting the match! They’re getting ready for a big shootout now!

 

Caboose: I have butterflies in my stomach and I have a certain tingle going over my whole body! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!

 

*Both rush in and get into a hard collar and elbow tie up! They both fight over it taking knees at various points before Dama shoves Crystal backwards onto her head! She flips over and explodes right back up rushing in and behind Dama! GERMAN SUPLEX! SHE HOLDS ON! ANOTHER ONE! SHE KEEPS AHOLD! A 3RD! A 4th! SHE GOES FOR A FIFTH...NO DAMA SLIPS BEHIND HER! GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN! HE HOLDS ON! WAIT....HE SLIPS INTO DAMA HAMMER POSITION! HE’S GOT HER UP! HE GOES FOR IT.....SHE FLIPS ONTO HER FEET! DAMA GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE...CRYSTAL DUCKS.........SWEET CHIN MUSIC! DAMA’S OUT COLD!!!*

 

Cole: What a succession of moves! That was intense!

 

*Crystal looks at Dama who is already stirring and grabs the chair! She lays it on his face! Crystal hits the ropes......rolling thunder......NO! Dama lifts the chair! Crystal lands on it! Dama rolls onto his feet as Crystal now holds her back! Dama grabs the chair.......brings it down across Crystal’s back! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! THIS IS SICK!*

 

Coach: Someone stop him! I can’t stand it anymore!

 

Cole: No wait Coach! Don’t do that!

 

*Coach jumps onto the apron to try and save Crystal but Dama spins around and cracks him across the face with the chair! Coach is out of it! Dama grabs him and tosses him out of the ring! Dama talks a little trash to the fallen would be hero of Crystal and then turns back to Crystal who’s on her feet! VAN DAMINATOR!*

 

Cole: Coach is out at his failed save...and now Dama is out for taking his eyes off Crystal!

 

Caboose: What a match! Back and forth all the way!

 

*Crystal once again lays the chair on Dama’s face but just leaps straight up and comes down with a spinning leg drop onto the chair! Dama thrashes in pain as the chair falls off and Crystal starts stomping on him. He gets to his feet with blood streaming from a cut beside his eye! Crystal rushes forward for a hurricarana.......NO! Sit out powerbomb by Dama! Crystal is down! Dama pulls himself to a sitting position in the corner and calls for the count!

 

1!!!!!!!!

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10!!!!!!!!!!!!NO! CRYSTAL IS ON HER FEET! SHE ASKS DAMA TO BRING IT!*

 

Cole: Wow! What a comeback!

 

*Crystal is standing as Dama stands up out of the corner! Crystal asks him to come forward! Dama rushes forward with a lariat turning Crystal inside out! Dama picks her up on his shoulders........DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!*

 

DAMA: Count her down ref! FUCKING DO IT!

 

*The fans begin to boo and shout jeers louder than anything heard before. A fan wearing a Crystal shirt leaps over the railing as a security guard quickly contains him!*

 

Cole: This IS intense! Now the fans are even trying to help Crystal! This thing is getting insane!

 

*The ref looks away and Dama once again screams for the count. The ref turns and begins to administer it but Dama shoves him!*

 

Dama: Pay attention to the fucking match! If any of those bastards get in her I’ll handle it! Now it’s to late! Asshole! Forget it!

 

Caboose: The ref should’ve started counting earlier! Dama’s right knowing Crystal’s never say die attitude it was probably to late! He’s going up top!

 

*Dama starts to climb for a moonsault but Crystal is right there on him! Crystal was playing possum! She low blows Dama as he falls forward on the turnbuckle! Crystal goes to the outside and climbs up in front of Damaramu! She bangs his face into the top of the turnbuckle and then pulls him forward putting his head between her legs.............*

 

 

Cole: Top rope powerbomb coming up!

 

*Crystal grabs Dama and YES! She manages to lift him! POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP! DAMA COMES DOWN ON HIS HEAD AND NECK!*

 

Caboose: I’ve never seen a powerbomb that sick! The ref is counting both of them out! Crystal can’t get back up it seems!

 

*1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!CRYSTAL IS ON HER FEET!!!!!

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT’S OVER...........NO! DAMA IS ON HIS FEET TO!!!!!*

 

 

Cole: Damaramu just barely missed the 10 count! He’s up and ready!

 

*Crystal rushes in to Dama but he catches her arm into rock bottom position........Dama flips backwards driving Crystal onto her head!*

 

Cole: The move that gave her a concussion!

 

*Crystal is out! Dama calls for the count! The fans are near a riot!

 

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!SHE’S UP! DAMA GRABS HER......NO! DAMA LIFTS HER UP AND DELIVERS A HARD DAMA HAMMER! CRYSTAL CAME DOWN HEAD FIRST!*

 

Cole: OH MY GOD! IT’S OVER! IT HAS TO BE! JUST STAY DOWN CRYSTAL!

 

Caboose: She has proved enough! Dama is just to much for her! She gave it her best shot!

 

*1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!CRYSTAL IS ON HER FEET! SHE’S WOBBLING!*

 

Cole: She’s still in it!!!!!

 

*Dama kicks the ropes in frustration as it is Crystal’s turn to deliver a double bird! Dama becomes angry and spits right in her bloody face! Crystal steps back wiping it out of her eyes as Dama rushes in and delivers a hard punch to her face! Dama delivers two more..........Crystal blocks! Crystal rallies back with punches of her own! Dama is reeling! Crystal sends Dama into the ropes! Spinning heel kick! Dama is down! Crystal hits the ropes........ROLLING THUNDER! Crystal pulls Dama up and puts his head between her legs.......WILD BOMB! DAMA WAS ALMOST DRIVEN THROUGH THE MAT!*

 

Cole: She’s got it!

 

*Crystal goes up top for the double springboard moonsault! She’s on the second rope! She leaps to the top...........DAMA IS ON HER! HE PULLS HER LEGS OUT FRO M UNDER HER! DAMA GOES UP AFTER HER! HE PICKS HER UP IN PRESS SLAM POSITION!*

 

Cole: What’s he doing!? He’s facing the outside!

 

Caboose: He’s ending it! Abandon ship!

 

*Caboose and Cole run away from there announce table that has been scooted forward...in Dama’s range! DAMA GOES FOR THE PRESS SLAM......CRYSTAL SPINS INTO A DDT! THEY BOTH GO FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE..........RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!*

 

 

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

Cole: DAMARAMU WENT FOR THE PRESS SLAM AND CRYSTAL COUNTERED INTO THE DDT! DAMA’S HEAD WENT THROUGH THE TABLE BUT HE WAS ABLE TO PUSH ENOUGH TO DRIVE CRYSTAL THROUGH IT AS WELL!

 

Caboose: They’re both out! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR! I LOVE THIS!!!!

 

Cole: You’re a sick man!

 

*The referee stand surveying the carnage as Dama is laying with one arm over Crystal while she is laying out cold on her back! The ref shakes his head and goes for the count!

 

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOBODY IS MOVING! THEY ARE BOTH OUT COLD!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!10!10!10!10!

 

 

 

DING DING DING!

*

 

Cole: Neither of them could answer the count!

 

Caboose: Another draw!?

 

 

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

 

 

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman....neither Damaramu nor Crystal could answer the count.....therefore this bout is a DRAW!

 

 

Cole: Wow.....just wow. This match was dead even going into the second half! Crystal had the early advantage but Damaramu was able to stop her attack! They were even just as they were in the match on TV! They went to a time limit draw there! They went to a draw here! They both have knocked one another out now!

 

Caboose: Cole I think you said it all! This feud is over! It has to be! They both have proven that neither one of them is the better! They’ve been through two wars now and neither one has gotten the advantage! Neither one got the advantage in any of there TV brawls! It’s over guys! You’ve proven yourselves! Time to move on before you kill each other!

 

Cole: Sadly what we are saying is the logical thing to do Caboose! But Damaramu is so insane that he could take this to that point! To the point of destruction against the both of them! This is senseless!

 

* A host of officials and medical staff come out and help Crystal to her feet! Dama bats them away from the ground and rolls onto his back holding his face. “I’m Just a Girl” hits as Crystal with the aide of the officials walk over the fallen body of Jonathan Coachman(who is receiving no help) and start to head for the back. They make it to the aisle before Crystal breaks away from the officials. She turns and raises one arm over her head and uses the other to hold her ribs. She turns and begins to walk down the aisle out of here on her own power!*

 

Fans: CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL!

 

*The fans chant Crystal’s name as she reaches the entrance and turns to look at them with a tear visibly in her eye! She wipes the blood off her face with a towel handed to her and pumps her fist at them, then she turns and heads back through the curtain.*

 

Cole: What a competitor...wait a minute...Dama has made all officials leave him. He’s fighting his way to his feet!

 

*The music stops as Dama turns and punches the medical official that his trying to help him! He spins around and stumbles blindly towards the aisle. Dama stumbles a bit for regaining his bearings and slowly limping towards the aisle. It is dead silent in the arena as the fans look at the bloody and broken warrior that came onto the scene just a few months ago and has now taken there beloved Crystal to her limit. A small clap begins to arise in the arena before a few cheers are heard. Now all of the fans in the arena stand and begin to clap there hands for Damaramu.*

 

Fans: DAMA! DAMA! DAMA! DAMA! DAMA! DAMA! DAMA!

 

*Dama turns as the fans chant his name and cheer for his toughness and his ability to walk out under his own power just as Crystal did. He turns with a tear in his eye as the fans continue to cheer. Dama stops and slowly turns in front of the entrance. He looks at the fans once more and then bows his head. He looks at the ground and begins to shake his head. He looks down again still shaking his head. The fans are cheering as he mutters to himself...”I can’t do it....I just can’t do it.” Dama looks up again as the fans continue to cheer....he says “I can’t do it” again and then his face contorts in rage.*

 

DAMA: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS! SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!

 

*The arena falls into dead silence as Dama turns and limps through the curtains. The fans sit stunned not sure what to make sure of the occurence from moments ago.*

 

Cole: I'd like to comment more on what we just saw, but the chimps are taking us backstage to SpiderPoet!

 

[bACKSTAGE! We cut to the training room, where SpiderPoet is sitting in a simple steel chair, while a medic wipes the last of the blood from his face, a set of very big bandages plastered all across his forehead. He nods to the trainer as he finishes up and moves away.

 

Poet looks up.

 

And smiles.

 

BLACK WIDOW~! Walks into the frame and kneels beside him. Wordlessly, she smiles and pulls him close.]

 

WIDOW

I’m so proud of you, Peter.

 

SP

Heh . . . I barely finished that out. Barely.

 

WIDOW

Nonsense. You were great out there. And you’re still my hero.

 

SP

Thank you. But . . . why are you here? I know I’ve been on the road the past few weeks non-stop and I’m sorry. This schedule is part of the reason I moved up in the first –

 

WIDOW

(puts a finger to his lips) Shh. It’s not about the schedule.

 

SP

Then what –

 

WIDOW

Peter . . . We need to talk. I lost the baby . . .

 

[Fade out as the two stare at one another. Finally, Peter simply pulls her close as the screen darkens]

 

JESSE

What an awful way to close out the year.

 

JR

My heart goes out to Peter, Widow and their family. That's truly tragic.

 

CUE: Bullet with Butterfly Wings

 

GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA

Coming to the ring, accompanied by Robert Edwards, weighing 190 pounds, from Parts Unknown, JUDAS!!!!

 

JR

These two are being forced to wrestle each other!

 

JESSE

What…do they not like to wrestle??

 

JR

I’m sure they do, but not when they’re being forced to!

 

(Judas slowly walks to the ring and when he goes to kneel on the stage Robert kicks him and makes him stand back up. Judas then slides into the ring and waits.)

 

CUE: Rock You Like a Hurricane

 

GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA

Coming to the ring, weighing 190 pounds, from Parts Unknown, THE BLURRICANE!!!!

 

JR

I hope these two know what they’re getting into.

 

JESSE

They come out and wrestle a bit and everything will be fine!

 

(Blurricane flies out of the stage and comes swooshing down to the ring. He slides in and stares at Robert the whole time.)

 

Both men stand in the ring, neither moving, waiting for the other to make the first move. Robert takes a mic and begins to speak.

 

ROBERT

Fight! Don’t just stand there!!

 

Judas steps forward and shrugs his shoulders before locking up with Blurricane. Both men struggle back and forth before Judas shoves him down and stands there. Blurricane gets back up and they lock up again, but this time Blurricane goes to Hip Toss him. Judas blocks the move and goes for a Hip Toss of his own, but Blurricane blocks it as well. By this time they are at the ropes and Blurricane tosses Judas over the top rope. Judas manages to land on the apron and grabs Blurricane for a Suplex to the outside. Judas gets him up, but Blurricane breaks free and lands on the apron beside him. Blurricane then grabs him and hits a Russian Leg Sweep off the apron!!

 

JR

Good gawd!!!

 

JESSE

See…once they get started it’s all business!!

 

Robert comes over and glares at Blurricane, but Blurricane ignores him and tosses Judas back into the ring. Cover.

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

No!!!

 

Blurricane pulls him back to his feet, whips him to the ropes, and goes for a Jumping Clothesline, but Judas ducks it. As Judas comes back he hits a Superkick on Blurricane. Judas gets up holding the back of his head from the leg sweep earlier, but he finally makes the cover.

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

No!!!

 

JR

Judas is still a little woozy from that leg sweep off the apron!

 

JESSE

Well no duh!

 

ROBERT

Quit clowning around!! You’re not hurt!!

 

Judas shoots him a dirty look before waving Blurricane on. Blurricane slowly gets up and comes running in, but Judas hoists him up onto his shoulders and hits the Rolling Fireman’s Carry Takedown! Another cover only gets 2 so Judas hits the ropes and does a Senton Splash onto Blurricane. He makes another cover, but still only gets 2. Judas then pulls him up whips him to the ropes before nailing him with a knee shot to the gut that flips him over, but Blurricane hooks the leg and rolls him up.

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

No!!!

 

Both men make it to their feet and Judas stumbles a little from his wooziness. Blurricane takes the opportunity to grab him and go for a Chokeslam, but Judas blocks it and hits an Exploder Suplex! Judas slowly starts to move, but eventually he makes the cover.

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

No!!!

 

JR

These two are beating each other up for nothing! This isn’t right!

 

JESSE

It’s part of the job!

 

Both men make it to their feet and Judas grabs Blurricane from behind for a Dangerous Release German Suplex, but Blurricane flips through it and Judas hits the back of his head hard! Blurricane quickly picks him up and hits the Eye of the Blurricane! Cover!

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

3

 

No!!! Judas kicks out!!!

 

ROBERT

You’re losing control of this match!!! Get on your feet!!

 

JR

Bah gawd he’s just about concussed!! Lay off him!!

 

Judas starts to get up, but Blurricane comes in and hits the Shining Black! Judas flies forward from the impact and seems to be out cold.

 

ROBERT

What the hell is the matter with you?? It’s like you’re not even trying!!

 

JR

I think he may have a point there!

 

JESSE

What??

 

JR

I think Judas is holding back because he doesn’t want to be in this!

 

Blurricane makes the cover.

 

1

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

 

 

3!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA

Here’s your winner…THE BLURRICANE!!!!

 

JR

That’s it!! Judas is out cold after that Shining Black and this match is over!!

 

ROBERT

You idiot!!!

 

Robert slides into the ring and pulls Judas up, but Judas is barely conscious. Robert starts smacking him around, but Blurricane steps in and grabs him by the arm. Robert shoves him away and then slips on some brass knuckles while he’s not looking. Robert then decks Blurricane in the head with them. Blurricane goes down to the mat and blood starts to trickle from his head as Robert stands gloating. The remaining two Blurri-Rangers rush down and get the same from Robert. Both of them go down from brass knuckle shots and then Robert grabs a chair and slides it over Blurricane’s leg. Robert climbs to the second rope and then stomps on the chair causing Blurricane to scream out in pain. Then Robert starts pounding on his leg with the brass knucks.

 

JR

Stop this!!! Someone stop this!!!

 

JESSE

Why don’t you stop it??

 

Blurricane holds onto his leg while screaming in pain as Robert continues pounding on it. He then stops and turns to the Blurri-Rangers before pounding on their legs with the brass knuckles. He then picks up the mic and gloats.

 

ROBERT

You see?? He’s no hero!! Him and his power rangers are fools!! Now get up Judas!!! Judas???

 

Robert turns around to see Judas standing up with a chair in his hand.

 

ROBERT

Go ahead…hit me! Your life will be over!!! You’ll have nothing!!!

 

JR

Do it!! He’s full of sh*t!!!

 

Judas hesitates for a second and the crowd starts chanting “do it”!

 

ROBERT

You can’t do it!! You don’t have the balls!!! You’re nothing but a clone!! You’re a piece of meat and that’s it!! I was right when I told you that you have no soul!! I’m all you have!!!

 

JR

Don’t listen to him!!! Hit him!!!

 

Judas puts down the chair and the crowd boos as Robert slaps him and tells him to follow as he leaves the ring and heads to the back.

 

JR

One day Judas will give him what he deserves!!

 

JESSE

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're full out of hot air, Ross. The Apes are saying we need to go back to the HeldDOWN boys.

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(Shot of SOFA CENTRAL!)

 

MC: It’s now time for the huge X-Division Hot Seat Double Elimination Four-Way Dance. The rules go as follow: Two men will start in the ring. The first man who is on the losing end of a fall goes into the proverbial “hot seat”, where he must stay in the ring until he either scores a fall on someone else, or he’s the loser of a second straight fall, eliminating him from the contest. Once two men have lost two straight falls, the two remaining competitors will do battle in a singles match, with no win-loss records within this match counting. The first man to score a pinfall or submission in that situation will be the HeldDOWN~! X-Division Champion.

 

COACH: There’s quite a bit of history here. Going back to the week before World Without End in October, when AJ Flaire debuted and defeated Sly Sommers in his debut match. That Sunday, at World Without End, AJ Flaire, after losing a very quick first fall, fought with all of his heart and determination and won two straight falls on Sly to get an X-Division Title shot the next week. During said title match, Sly Sommers put his nose into Matt and AJ’s business, basically making it a three-horse race for the X-Division gold. Then, at Deadly Game last month, the three men had a brutal cage match for the X gold. However, the ending was quite controversial, as St. Andrew and his Minions made a huge splash in their debut, laying out all three men, and then inadvertantly superkicking Sly out of the cage, and into a win.

 

MC: After a no-contest in a six-man tag two weeks later, our GM Northstar concocted a special two-week tournament to not only spice up our show, but to get this whole ordeal settled once and for all: the X-Mas X-Division Twice as Nice Invitational. It was to be the Global Party Exchange teaming with Mad Matt to face St. Andrew and his Minions in a Triathelon tag match, with the overall winner getting a X-Title match on Christmas night. After scoring the first pin, the GPE voted Matt off of their team due to his bum leg, which sent Matt into another rage. St. Andrew then went on to defeat both members of the Global Party Exchange to get his title shot the next week.

 

COACH: That led to this past Thursday night, Christmas night. Sly Sommers battled, and I do mean BATTLED, St. Andrew in a Parental Indiscretion match. These two put each other through hell and back. During the course of the match, the Global Party Exchange, the Minions, Mad Matt, and AJ Flaire all got involved, Flaire & Matt even being involved in the gigantic final bump that led to Sly retaining his belt. GM Northstar came out, blamed Flaire and Matt for “ruining his show”, and designed this match as punishment, which leads us to....right now.

 

FINK: The following contest is for the HeldDOWN~! X-Division Championship, and it is the first ever Hot Seat Double Elimination Match in OAOAST history! Introducing the first challenger....

 

(“Higher” starts up, and Mad Matt limpingly paces to the ring in a rage.)

 

 

FINK: Weighing in tonight at 195 pounds, from Peoria, Illinois....Mad Matt! The second challenger....

 

(The music starts, and AJ Flaire comes out. He jogs around the ring, slapping hands with all of the fans, and then slides into the ring. Him and Matt stare each other down, then begrudingly shake hands.)

FINK: Weighing in tonight at 205 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia...AJ Flaire! The third challenger....

 

(“Pompeii” starts up, and St. Andrew comes out, followed by his Minions; Nathaniel, Michael, and the newest member, the 7’1 monster Gibraltar. However, in the middle of the usual bowing ceremony, the referee orders that the Minions must go backstage for the length of this match! The Communion blow a gasket, but Andrew then calms down and assures them that he has it all under control. He asks them to go back, and they do.)

 

FINK: From St. Andrew’s Cathedral, weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, he is St. Andrew! And the champion.....

 

(The music starts up, and Sly Sommers, looking very concentrated, walks out to the ring, looking straight ahead without any of his usual nonsense.)

 

FINK: Weighing in tonight at 203 pounds, from Bayside, California....he is YOUR X-Division Champion of the world....Sly “The Sly” Sommers!

 

(The referee then takes the belt from Sly, and holds it up for all four competitors to see.)

 

MC: Here we go, the moment we’ve been waiting for has arrived!

 

COACH: Finally, we will find out, once and for all, who is the true king of the X-Division mountain!

 

Sly and Andrew then go to their assigned corners, so AJ and Matt can start the match. AJ and Matt stare each other down for a second, then lock hands for a Greco-Roman knucklock. AJ gets the better of it, and transitions into a reverse waistlock. But, Matt quickly gets a standing switch, and locks in a reverse waistlock of his own. AJ gets his hand in between himself and Matt’s clutch, He uses that to reverse into a standing armbar. But, Matt immediately reverses into one of its own, and the momentum flips AJ over. But, Flaire rolls onto his upper back, and kips up. He then hits a legsweep on Matt, and goes for a quick pin. But, Matt immediately slides out of it. Both men then do half-rolls into kip-ups, and end up staring each other down again, to a pretty sizeable applause.

 

COACH: That was one heck of a technical sequence right there!

 

AJ and Matt slap hands, and then engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Matt gets the better of this one, as he locks in a reverse hammerlock. AJ reaches up and behind himself until he is able to hook Matt’s head. AJ then nails a snapmare to get out of the reverse hammerlock. Matt grabs onto AJ, and bridges to his feet. He then hooks AJ’s head, and nails a snapmare of his own. Matt follows up by kicking AJ very hard in the small of the back, which is still injured. Matt follows up by trying to lock in a sitting bow-and-arrow, but Matt rolls backwards, and hooks Matt’s bad right leg with his legs, into a takedown, which is then converted into an anklehook. However, Mad Matt immediately gets to the ropes. AJ breaks the hold, and both men get up. They then start to go into another Greco-Roman knucklelock, but Matt pulls AJ to him using the hand that he has hooked, grabs AJ’s neck, and drives AJ’s back down onto his bent knee. Matt then gets on top of AJ, and attempts a camel clutch. However, AJ grabs onto Matt’s legs, and rolls both of them over, so that they’re on their backs, and AJ’s on top. AJ hooks Matt’s knee over his own leg, and pulls. Matt starts his escape of the move about fifteen seconds later, by nails AJ with a series of crossfaces, knocking AJ’s jaw loopy. AJ breaks the hold, Matt then gets on top of AJ, plants his left knee into AJ’s back, and locks in an inverted surfboard.

 

MC: Thus far, it’s been a reversal matwork clinic by Mad Matt and AJ Flaire.

 

CABOOSE: I hate all this sportmanship crap! Where’s the choking?

 

COACH: Well, I was out with your mom...

 

MC: Yeah, his mom gives GREAT head...

 

CABOOSE: Man, you just ruined that bad joke sooo bad.

 

MC: Fine, butthead.

 

But then, AJ slides his leg over, and gets another rope break. Matt gives him a clean break, but AJ pops up and slaps Matt in the face. Matt gets infuriated, and punches AJ in the jaw. AJ and Matt then trade punches for about ten seconds, until they both suddenly turn around, reach out, and tag in Sly and Andrew. Sly and Andrew run into the ring, and Sly immediately ducks a clothesline attempt from Andrew. Sly then springboards off of the ropes, and goes for a back elbow. However, Andrew ducks it, and Sly goes flying backwards. Sly rolls back to his feet in one motion, and runs at Andrew. Sly puts himself in wheelbarrow position, and reaches for Andrew’s head. But, Andrew reverses the move by grabbing Sly’s hair, and pulling him down to the mat.

 

CABOOSE: That’s what I love about wrestling!

 

MC: Blatant cheating?!?!

 

CABOOSE: Hell no. That, my partner, was simply Andrew using the momentum and his surroundings to his advantage!

 

Andrew then starts choking Sly blatantly. He barely breaks it up at the count of four-and-a-half. However, as soon as Andrew lets go, Sly pops up, puts Andrew on his back, and blatantly chokes him, to the count of four! The referee tries to make a clean break, but Sly continues on with a set of stomps. Sly then pulls Andrew up, and drags him to AJ Flaire’s corner with a front facelock. Sly tags in AJ, who punches both Sly and AJ in succession. However, as the referee makes Sly get out of the ring, Andrew nails a low blow on AJ. Andrew gets up, and whips AJ to the ropes. AJ ducks a clothesline, and forearms Andrew, sending him flying through the ropes, and to the floor. AJ then signals for something, runs at the ropes, and attempts a tope con hilo. However, Andrew moves, and AJ lands on his ass. Andrew then pulls Matt off of the apron, and forearms him in the back of the head. He follows up by throwing him into the guardrail. Sly Sommers then comes into the ring and goes up top. He hits an impressive press dive to the floor, onto Matt! Andrew scales the ropes. However, AJ, who entered the ring seconds earlier, shoves him off, making him flip onto both Sly and Matt! AJ then grabs the top rope, and waits for everyone else to get up. When they do, he springboards to the top rope, and nails an amazing shooting star plancha, onto the other three!

 

COACH: My goodness! That was amazing!

 

CABOOSE: I hate the bastard, but I have to admit, that was purely incredible!

 

After having to rest on the floor for about ten seconds, AJ grabs Andrew, and throws him back into the ring. AJ whips Andrew to the ropes. Andrew ducks a clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and nails a flying back elbow. Andrew calls some fan in the front row “fat”, and then punches away at AJ’s face. Andrew then pulls AJ to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. Andrew then nails a snap powerslam into a backbreaker. Andrew goes for the cover....1....2....kickout. Andrew pulls AJ up, and shoves him into the corner, stomach-first. Andrew then pounds AJ’s back with repeated forearms. Andrew then hooks AJ’s head, and nails a falling reverse DDT.

 

MC: Andrew’s working the back of AJ Flaire like a hawk.

 

CABOOSE: That’s what he needs to do, be like a vulture and eat his prey.

 

COACH: I doubt AJ Flaire would taste good.

 

Andrew goes for the pin, but AJ immediately gets his foot on the bottom rope. Andrew then pulls AJ up, forearms him in the back twice, and nails a snap suplex, into a pin...1.....2....kickout. Andrew drags AJ’s body over to Matt’s corner, and tags Matt, who had just climbed to his corner, in. Matt enters the ring, and locks in an abdominal stretch, with AJ in a sitting position. AJ raises his hand rhythmically to get the crowd behind him. They start to clap for him, and he slowly raises to his feet. He then twists around, and backdrops Matt off of him. AJ and Matt then slowly start crawling, trying to get tags. Matt tags out to Andrew, who then cuts off AJ’s attempt for a tag by grabbing him by the foot and pulling him to the center of the ring. Andrew then turns AJ onto his stomach, bends the leg over his own, and pulls AJ’s neck upward, arching the back at a brutal angle, ala a standing STF. But, AJ pushes himself up so that he’s standing on his free knee, rolls out of the facelock, and then kicks Andrew off of his leg. AJ gets to his feet, and gives Andrew, who’s running at him, a punch to the face that sends him down. Andrew pops back up, and AJ punches him in the face again. Andrew gets up, and AJ whips him to the ropes. AJ then hits a tremendous dropsault, and follows up with a standing moonsault. AJ goes for the cover....1.....2...kickout. AJ pulls Andrew up, and shoves him into a neutral corner. He then climbs up to the second rope, and starts the ten-punch...1.......2.....3......4......5....Andrew shoves AJ off of him, but AJ backflips and lands on his feet. He then charges at Andrew, and nails a stiff forearm to the face.

 

MC: AJ Flaire’s making a comeback with style!

CABOOSE: I swear he has to have a loaded forearm to hit that hard! Where’s the x-rays? I want proof, he has a metal plate in his forearm!

 

AJ follows up by grabbing Andrew’s head, running forward, and nails a turn-around DDT. AJ rolls through with the front facelock, and locks in a front chancery choke submission. But, Andrew gets to his feet quickly, and reverses it into a Northern lights suplex with a bridge....1....2...kickout. Both men get up, and Andrew knees AJ in the mid-section. Andrew then goes for an eyepoke, but AJ grabs the arm, twists around, and hits a backslide......1......2....kickout! Andrew rolls onto his feet, and kicks AJ, who’s on his knees still, in the face. AJ goes down, as Andrew attempts to pull him up by the legs for a pulling powerbomb. However, AJ reverses into a hurricanrana cradle...1......2....kickout! Both men up, and AJ jumps onto Andrew’s back for a crucifix pin....1......2..kickout! Both men up again, and Andrew goes for a clothesline. But AJ grabs the arm, kicks Andrew in the stomach so he goes to his knees, and hits La Magistral....1....2....kickout!

 

COACH: St. Andrew is kicking out of everything!

 

CABOOSE: Like a true winner should!

 

Both men get back up, and Andrew then whips AJ to the ropes, but AJ springboards to the second rope, and nails a quebrada (moonsault from second rope) on Andrew, into a cover...1....2....kickout. Both men back up yet again, and Andrew goes for a kick. However, AJ catches it, and spins Andrew around. He spins around at the same time, and blasts Andrew in the face with a Roaring Elbow. AJ goes for the pin...1.....2....kickout. Both men back up, and Andrew hooks AJ for an STO. But, AJ elbows his way out of the move, runs to the ropes, and nails a tremendous flying headscissors into a victory roll.....1.....2....3!

 

MC: The first loss of this contest goes to St. Andrew!

 

CABOOSE: Remember, you nerd, he still isn’t gone yet!

 

AJ then tags out to Mad Matt, who limps into the ring. Andrew gets to one knee, and nails Matt in the mid-section. Andrew grabs Matt’s right leg, and nails a wicked snap dragon screw. Andrew then follows up with a standing ankle pick. Andrew’s able to keep the hold synched in for a while, but Matt reverses by rolling over, pushing down on his leg with his free leg, and whipping Andrew to the mat. Both men get up, and Andrew attempts a leg pick. However, Matt lifts his bad leg at the last second, and Andrew falls on his face. Matt then hooks his ankles underneath Andrew’s armpits, and turns around for a Gedoh roll cradle....1.......2....Andrew hooks Matt’s armpits with his ankles, and reverses the cradle into one of his own.....1...2....Matt rolls out. Both men get to their feet, and Andrew scores with a single-leg takedown on the bad leg. Andrew goes for a figure-four leglock, but Matt shoves him off to the ropes with his bad leg. Matt stays on the mat, and pops up just enough to grab Andrew for a small package....1.....2.....kickout.

 

CABOOSE: I swore Matt just pulled the tights there.

COACH: You’re blind.

 

CABOOSE: Well, you’re white.

 

(eerie silence)

 

Both men are back up, and Andrew plants a stiff forearm to the jaw of Mad Matt. Andrew then takes a step back, and bounces off of the ropes. However, Matt ducks Andrew’s clothesline attempt, and locks him in a waistlock, which then goes into a German suplex, right on top of Andrew’s head! But, Matt’s bum leg stops him from bridging the move. Both men are down, with Matt clutching his leg. They both struggle up as the referee counts them down. They’re up by the count of eight, and Matt blocks a punch from Andrew. Matt then nails four right hands of his own, and whips Andrew to the ropes. Matt then locks in a sleeperhold. He jumps on Andrew’s back to increase the effect, but Andrew forearms Matt in the back of the head, and hooks Matt’s head over his shoulder. Andrew then drops Matt down in a piggyback version of the stunner. However, Matt shakes it off, and keeps the sleeper locked in. But, Andrew seems to not be effected by it much. So, Matt switches his clutch of the head to a cravate. Andrew bridges up, and drops Matt down in a jawbreaker. Matt bounces backwards, comes off of the ropes, and then locks Andrew’s legs STF-style. Matt then locks in a cravate, completing a move known as the Hangman’s Clutch. Andrew holds in for nearly a minute, even crawling to the ropes once. But, Matt pulls him back to center-ring, and Andrew has no choice but to tap out!

 

COACH: That’s it! St. Andrew has been the first man eliminated from this contest!

 

CABOOSE: That’s a load of crap! Matt had ahold of Andrew’s hair!

 

MC: He has no hair!

 

CABOOSE: Not on his head!

 

MC & COACH: EWWW!

 

But, Andrew is not done there. As soon as he comes to, he slides outside the ring, and grabs a chair. He slides into the ring with it, and nails the back of Matt’s right knee with the edge of the chair! Andrew then wraps the chair around Matt’s leg, heads to the second rope, and Pillmanizes it! Matt’s leg is basically useless, but Andrew pulls the chair off, and repeatedly beats the leg of Matt’s with it! A bevy of referees and security come from the back to drag Andrew to the back.

 

CABOOSE: I love it! I love it!

 

MC: That was disgusting!

 

COACH: What a poor loser!

CABOOSE: (looks at COACH) What a poor dresser!

 

Sly Sommers, ever the opportunist, then sneaks into the ring, and locks in a half-crab, clutching the thigh for more pressure, on Mad Matt. Matt screams in pain, but refuses to tap out. But, after nearly fifty seconds in the hold, Matt passes out from the extreme pain. The referee raises his hand once...and it goes down. He raises Matt’s hand a second time....it goes down. The referee raises Matt’s hand for the third and final time.....and it goes down!

 

CABOOSE: Ha ha, suckers!

 

MC: Come on! Due to St. Andrew’s poor sportsmanship, it might have cost Mad Matt this match!

 

Sly Sommers then must tag out to AJ Flaire, according to the rules. Sly tags out, but AJ doesn’t seem concerned with going for the pin. He checks on the conditiion of Matt, but the referee enforces that he must start wrestling somehow. So, AJ pins Matt for a rather academic win....1........2.......3. Mad Matt has been eliminated!

 

COACH: Screw you, St. Andrew. That’s all I have to say.

 

CABOOSE: I’m glad you’re excited like me that Mad Matt’s gone thanks to our savior, but wanting to have sex with him is wrong!

 

MC: Shut up!

 

CABOOSE: I will not!

 

COACH: Go to hell.

 

CABOOSE: I already am, in between you two idiots!

 

Sly then runs into the ring, and starts stomping on AJ, as Mad Matt gets helped out of the ring by EMT’s and referees. Sly pulls AJ up, and whips him to the ropes. AJ goes for a flying headscissors, but gets dropped with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Sly. Sly goes for a quick pin....1......2.....kickout. Sly tries to pull AJ up, but gets two elbows to the gut for his troubles. AJ then comes off of the ropes again, and gives Sly a wicked discus clothesline that sends him flying outside of the ring. AJ then goes up top, and waits for Sly to get up. When he does, AJ comes off the top with a tremendous flip dive, onto Sly! AJ holds his back in pain for a few seconds, and then gets up and throws Sal back into the ring. AJ stands on the apron, and hits a great slingshot splash. AJ goes for the cover....1.....2....Sly gets his foot on the bottom rope. AJ pulls Sly up, and forearms him in the face twice. AJ tries to whip Sly to a corner, but Sly reverses the whip. AJ nips up on the corner and tries to catch Sly with his legs. But, Sly grabs AJ’s legs, tosses them up, and turns around to hold them above his shoulders. He then walks forward while holding AJ like this, and nails an Asphalt Slam (Alabamaslam)!

 

MC: Pretty nice back-and-forth action here!

Sly then grabs the legs and rolls through for a cradle....1......2....AJ grabs Sly’s waist and bridges upward, twisting into a backslide....1....2....kickout. Both men back up, Sly ducks a clothesline, and then nails AJ, who turns around, with a stiff superkick to the jaw. Sly turns AJ around, so that he is stomach-first on the mat. Sly comes off the ropes, and nails two big double-stomps in a row on AJ’s injured back! Sly then sits AJ up, grabs his head, and nails seven vicious spinal tap kicks to the spine! Sly follows up with a seated bow-and-arrow manuever, putting pressure on the shoulders and spine. After about twenty seconds in the hold, as the crowd claps for AJ, he gets to his feet with Sly, and twists the hold around. Sly lets go of AJ and goes for a cravate from that position, but AJ pushes him off. Sly comes off of the ropes, and AJ nails a high dropkick to the face.

 

CABOOSE: AJ’s got a loaded boot.

 

MC: Sure, yeah, whatever you say.

 

CABOOSE: No man can dropkick THAT hard!

 

AJ then goes up top. He turns around, signals, and attempts his signature twisting 450 splash, called the Extra Special. However, Sly moved, and AJ hit nothing but mat! Sly gets up, and straddles AJ, to lock in a camel clutch. Sly pulls on the sides of AJ’s mouth to add insult to injury. The crowd again starts clapping in support of AJ, who, after nearly thirty seconds in the hold, works his way to his knees, and eventually to his feet, where he falls backwards to get Sly to break his clutch. Both men wander around on the mat, as the referee again counts them down. By the count of eight, both men have gotten themselves to their feet with the assistance of the ropes. They meet center-ring, and Sly goes for a right-hand punch. AJ ducks, goes under Sly’s arm, and nails a neckbreaker. AJ then gets up, comes off of the ropes, and nails a flip legdrop across Sly’s neck. AJ goes for the cover.....1.....2.....kickout. AJ pulls Sly up, and puts him in a corner. AJ then goes to the center of the ring, and attempts a tiger wall flip. However, Sly grabs AJ’s feet, slams him to the crowd, and cradles AJ up by the legs, with Sly’s feet on the ropes......1......2.....the referee catches Sly’s feet on the ropes. The referee refuses to count the fall, and Sly has words with him. As Sly’s distracted, AJ comes up from behind and forearms him in the back of the head. AJ turns Sly around, puts Sly’s head in between his legs, and picks him up for That’s Phenomonal (cradle piledriver). However, Sly reverses with a backdrop into a front cradle.....1.....2....kickout!

 

COACH: The familiarity factor from wrestling each other so often has to come into play here!

 

CABOOSE: Don’t worry, AJ’s stupidity and inexperience will come into play here anytime!

 

Both men get back up, and start trading really stiff forearms to the face. They go back and forth eight times, before AJ gets the edge, with four repeated, brutal forearms to the face, while clutching the back of Sly’s head with his free hand. AJ then comes off of the ropes, and plows right through Sly with a brutal running forearm. AJ then goes up top, and signals for the Extra Special yet again. This time, however, he launches off, and hits it! AJ struggles for a moment, due to back pain, but gets the cover.......1........2.......Sly gets enough strength to poke AJ in the eyes, to break the cover! Both men roll around, in pain, on the mat, for about ten seconds, and then slowly get up. Sly ducks a forearm from AJ, gets behind him, and goes for the USA High Angle Backdrop. However, AJ backflips out of it, and lands on his feet. AJ then clutches Sly from behind, goes to the ropes, and hits a state roll......1........2.....Sly grabs the tights and reverses the momentum so he’s now on top.....1.......2.....AJ shoves Sly off, and to the ropes. AJ kips up, and, when Sly comes back from the ropes, nearly clotheslines his head off with a stiff lariat!

 

COACH: Is he dead?

 

CABOOSE: That was a throat shot! Illegal DQ, now!

 

AJ only has the strength to drape his arm over Sly for the cover....1......2....kickout! AJ then signals for the Good Taste (Styles Clash), but Sly gives him a low blow. Sly gets behind AJ, and nails his USA High Angle Backdrop, dropping AJ right on the top of his head! Sly goes for the cover............1...........2.........kickout! Sly yells aloud, “Stay down, you sonofabitch!”, and then pulls Flaire up. Sly puts his thumb across his throat, and signals for the Cut Day. He gets AJ on his shoulders, but AJ rolls out of it, and onto his feet. AJ kicks Sly in the stomach, and puts Sly on his shoulders....AJ just nailed a Cut Day of his own!

 

CABOOSE: Damn you, that’s gimmick infringment!

 

MC: I thought I was a geek, then I met you!

 

AJ goes for the cover......1......2.....Sly gets his foot on the bottom rope! AJ pounds the mat in frustration, and then goes up top again. He holds his back for a second, just due to the wear-and-tear of this match. That gives Sommers enough time to get up, and slap AJ’s boot, crotching AJ on the top turnbuckle. Sly them climbs to the top rope, hooks AJ from behind....and nails a devastating top-rope USA High Angle Backdrop!

 

COACH: My lord! They might both be knocked out!

 

After the crowd settles down, Sly somehow gets the strength to go for the cover...........1.........2.......AJ KICKS OUT! Sly then buries his face in the mat, from frustration and exhaustion. Ten seconds later, Sly gets up, pulling AJ up with him. Sly puts AJ’s head between his legs, picks him up, and hooks the arms for the Good Taste. However, AJ crawls out of the move, and behind Sly. AJ gets to his feet just as Sly turns around, and AJ kicks Sly hard, in the stomach. AJ puts Sly’s head in between his legs, signals, picks Sly up, and nails a super-hard Super Tasty! AJ’s slow to turn it around for the pin, but eventually does........1............2.............kickout!!

 

MC: No one is willing to stay down to lose their grip on the brass ring that is the X Title!

 

AJ pounds the mat in frustration, then heads up top. He waits until Sly gets up, and then launches off with Elegance (top-rope Shining Wizard). However, the impact knocks Sly out of the ring. AJ goes outside the ring, and rolls Sly back in. AJ crawls back into the ring, and goes for the cover.........1........2......kickout! AJ Flaire slaps Sly and then slaps the mat. AJ pulls Sly up, but Sly nails a forearm to the stomach. Sly then gets up under AJ, and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Sly goes up top, in front of AJ, and taunts him. Sly pulls AJ to his feet, on the top rope, and they start slugging it out up top. AJ ends up winning the slug-fest, and puts Sly’s head in between his legs. AJ puts his fist in the air, and then picks up Sly. He hooks his arm and.............HOLY SHIT! AJ Flaire just connected with a BRUTAL version of That’s Phenomonal, dropping Sly on his head from the top rope!

 

COACH: This is Pay-Per-View, right? HOLY FUCK!

 

MC: You can say that again!

 

CABOOSE: No, you can’t! The FCC’ll get on our asses!

 

AJ goes for the cover...............

 

1.............................

 

2............................

 

........3!!!!!!!!!!!

 

MC: He’s done it!

 

COACH: AJ Flaire has achieve the goal he’s set out since his debut in HeldDOWN~!, against the man who set out to knock him out of the company since the day he set foot here! AJ Flaire is your new X-Division champion, and I wanna say, I am damn proud that a young man like AJ is representing the belt!

 

CABOOSE: Damn it, damn it, damn it! I demand a recount! I’m sure that move is illegal somewhere!

 

COACH: Shut the hell up! You’re ruining a great moment here!

 

Flaire rolls to the floor, and lays there, clutching his new prize, as Sly Sommers has to be helped out of the ringside area by officials. Flaire eventually gets up, and runs through the crowd to celebrate where he started out: as a fan, with the fans!

 

COACH: THIS is what wrestling is all about!

 

MC: Makes me proud to be not only an announcer, but a fan of professional wrestling!

 

CABOOSE: I wanna throw up!

 

MC: I'm being told that we've got to go backstage right now, where HeldDOWN~! GM Northstar has a prepared statement to make to all of us.

 

(Cut backstage; Northstar's sitting at his desk with a paper in his hand, and reads off of it.)

 

NORTHSTAR: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you've enjoyed HeldDOWN~!'s efforts to make this evening as exciting and entertaining as possible. However, right now, I must announce the huge main event for the first show that this company will produce in 2004, that being HeldDOWN~! on Thursday night, January the first, that being this upcoming Thursday. We've had negotiations going on for weeks now about a huge sponsor coming into the fold, and upon giving him our plan for the main event of this show, he's quickly jumped in. As many of you know, over the past month or so, the X-Division has really heated up, going to heights none of us thought possible. Its soar in popularity astounds each and every person in this locker room. That leads me to announce that, this Thursday night, we will be introducing, as sponsored by Mr. Bill Gates himself, the X-Box X-Division Top X One-Hour Time-Gauntlet. This concept is both innovative and will make your New Year's Day. Here's how it works: we have recruited the top ten wrestlers in the X-Division, including the new champion, "The Phenomonal" AJ Flaire, into this contest. Two men will start, and every time a man loses, the man in order that follows will come into the ring, working much like a gauntlet match. However, when we get to the last man in the cycle, the match doesn't end. The first man in order gets another chance, and the cycle repeats, until the hour time limit expires, even if the current cycle at the time has not been finished. Since this will be an X-Title defense, AJ Flaire has been picked as the first man in the match, and he might have to go the entire hour in order to keep his belt. The other nine men's order will be drawn at random on Thursday afternoon. Again, that's this Thursday night: the X-Box X-Division Top X One-Hour Time Gauntlet. We hope you tune in, because I promise that you will enjoy this. Thank you for your time, and we now return to your regularly scheduled Pay-Per-View.

 

(Cut to the commentary booth)

 

MC: Did you hear that? Ten of the top X-Division wrestlers, in a one-hour gauntlet-style match, cycling in and out, this Thursday night!

 

COACH: The X-Division has exploded as of late, and this might be their finest moment.

 

CABOOSE: If you don't tune in for that, you're an idiot!

 

COACH: You like to call people names a lot. You seem to have a lot of pent up anger. If you keep it all bottled up inside you’ll get wrinkles when you’re older. But you wear make up so that’s okay, I guess. Do you want a hug?

 

CABOOSE: No, I just want you to shut up!

 

COLE

You both need to shut up because it's time now for a matchup that will mark the end of one of the OAOAST longest running rivalries. A match that, truth be told, could mark the end of a man's career. Let's throw it up to Michael Buffer for the introductions for the Ambulance Match.

 

Ding! Ding! Ding!

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the AMBULANCE MATCH!

 

(Crowd roars)

 

BUFFER

In order to win this matchup, one man must be incapacitated, and locked in the ambulance that will be parked on the stage area. There will be no pinfalls, no submissions, and there will be NO HOLDS BARRED~!

 

(Another huge cheer)

 

Buffer ceases his intro, and seconds later "Smells Like Teen Spirit" starts up, causing boos to emit from the numerous fans in the crowd. Stepping out slowly from the back, clad in his signature torn denim shorts and a sleeveless Nirvana T-shirt, is the leader of The Underground himself, CWM. Walking past the amublance and down the raised ramp to the ring, CWM hesitates before stepping through the ropes, looking out to the crowd with a disgusted sneer, in disbelief of the negative reaction he's receiving. That doesn't stop him from showing off, however, as he gets into the ring and walks over to the ropes, stepping up on the middle rope (a la Justin Credible) and raising his hand in taunting fashion. Fans at ringside boo CWM and some even flip him off, causing the superstar from Canada to spit on them and mouth obscenities.

 

CWM's theme fades out, as the theme song for Zack Malibu is drawn up. The lights are dimmed for Zack's traditional entrance, as his Jericho-esque "pre-entrance" video starts playing on the Angletron. Suddenly, pyro EXPLODES~! in sync with the chorus of "Bring Me To Life", as Zack Malibu and Candie walk out to the roar of the crowd! Zack looks out to the crowd from the ramp, while CWM stares at the couple from his spot inside the ring. Zack and Candie talk to each other for a few seconds, before she leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek and then disappears backstage once again.

 

COACH

Candie's headed back to the dressing room, Cole. If that's not foreshadowing of what we can expect, then I don't know what is.

 

Malibu starts down the ramp slowly, and CWM starts to head over to the ropes to meet him there, but gets pushed back by the referee. Zack stands still, staring at CWM and waiting to see if he tries anything, but the referee succeeds in backing the surly Canadian into the corner so that Zack can get into the ring. Once he does, his music fades out, and Buffer again takes center ring to give the introductions.

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, our Ambulance Match is set to begin. Allow me to introduce the participants. First, to my left. One of the founding fathers of the OAOAST. He has held the 24/7 Championship, the World Tag Team Championship, and the coveted World Title. He has had classic battles with nearly every OAOAST superstar, including the man he faces tonight. A former member of the aWo, he now leads his own faction, known the world over as The Underground. He is...C...W...M~!

 

(The fans boo loudly, as CWM raises his arms up, and then makes like he's going to leave the ring and go after some fans who he catches with an anti-CWM sign at ringside.)

 

BUFFER

His opponent, a man respected by his peers, friend and foe alike. He arrived in the OAOAST shortly after it's inception, and rose through the ranks, finally capturing OAOAST gold with his World Title victory over Anglesault at AngleMania 2. He has also held the 24/7 Title, and has been coined "The Franchise" of the OAOAST. He is the former leader of The In Crowd, and recognized as a fan favorite wherever he goes...he is...ZAAAAAACK...MAAAALIBUUUUU~!

 

(The fans pop huge, as Zack comes out of the corner and raises one arm up, saluting his fans back.)

 

BUFFER

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, live on Pay Per View, here on Bloody, Battered, and Beaten...LET'S GET READY TO...(THUD!)

 

Buffer is knocked aside, as CWM comes charging out of the corner to go after Zack! Zack comes at him, but gets caught with punches from CWM, who staggers the former champ, and then takes him and whips him hard into the corner. CWM charges, but Zack moves out of the way, and CWM collides with the turnbuckles! Zack turns him around and shoulderblocks him in the midsection relentlessly, making the ribs his main target. Zack pulls CWM out of the corner and sends him into the ropes, but CWM reverses the momentum and sends Zack in. Putting his head down, CWM catches a kick from Zack, then gets dropped on Zack's knee with an inverted atomic drop, and floored with a lariat! CWM immediately rolls out of the ring to recover, as the fans cheer Zack's dominance in the early going.

 

CWM staggers around on the floor, and Zack goes for a baseball slide, but it gets sidestepped, and CWM grabs Zack's legs and pulls him out to the floor. He holds Zack by the head and then knees him in the ribs, then takes Zack and tosses him unceremoniously into the guardrail. Ringside fans try to lean over to pat Zack on the back, but CWM swings his hand at them, scaring them back. He picks Zack up, taking him by the arm, and whips him into the far guardrail, causing Zack's back to slam against the unforgiving steel.

 

COLE

They are wasting no time here tonight.

COACH

I've heard of quick and painless, but this match looks to be quick and painFUL!

 

CABOOSE

I know both of these men very well, and this match will not be over until one of them ceases to breath.

 

CWM walks over to Zack, holding him by the hair and then punching at his forehead, then stopping that and resorting to choking him down. With Zack down on the ground, CWM starts kicking at him, stomping on him on the floor, and then trying to choke him out with the heel of his boot!

 

CWM pulls Zack up off the floor, rolling him back into the ring, but staying at ringside himself. CWM heads over to Michael Buffer, and the famed ring announcer gets knocked to the floor, as CWM topples him over so that he can grab his chair! CWM folds up the chair and slides it into the ring, then gets back in himself, just as Zack is getting to his feet. Malibu has his back to CWM, and doesn't see his rival picking up the chair, readying to slam it across Zack's back...but Zack turns at the last second, and uses a sweep kick to knock CWM on his back! With the chair still in CWM's grip, and laid across his chest, Zack jumps up in the air and comes down on it with a legdrop, the impact driving the steel into CWM's sternum! Zack hops up to his feet, and pries the chair away from CWM, laying it down on the canvas. He picks him up, and hooks him in a front facelock, readying for a POP DROP~! on the chair, but CWM grabs Zack's wrist, and spins out of the facelock while holding onto Zack's arm. He pulls Zack in and knees him in the gut, and then grabs him for a POLLYCUTTER~! on the chair, but Zack pushes off, sending CWM into the ropes. CWM rebounds, but hooks the ropes with both arms and holds back, as Malibu was trying for a School's Out that CWM was just narrowly able to avoid. The crowd starts to cheer wildly, some even getting up to their feet, as the two foes lock eyes, neither man blinking.

 

They start to circle each other, with the steel chair laying between them. Each time one man goes to get it, the other starts to make his move, scaring off the attempt from being made. Finally, both men go for it, each grabbing an end of the chair and winding up in a tug of war over it. CWM violently pulls it away from Zack, and takes a big swing, but Zack sidesteps in time, going behind CWM and grabbing him in a waistlock. CWM tries to break free, but then swings the chair backwards, cracking Zack right on top of his head and causing him to release his grip. CWM tosses the chair down, and targets the stunned prep, charging him and delivering a Cactus Jack-eque lariat, sending both of them spilling over the top rope and down the floor!

 

COLE

They're taking it to the floor once again!

 

COACH

Taking what to the floor, exactly?

 

COLE

The match, you twit.

COACH

Well I don't know, you're too vague sometimes. Jeez.

 

CABOOSE

Now girls, there's no room for a catfight on this sofa.

 

Both men get up to their feet, and start trading punches, until CWM takes Zack and sends him into the steel post. Malibu reaches out at the last second, however, and grabs the post, swinging up and around to the apron, then climbs up to the top rope. He does a head fake, which CWM mistakes for a bodypress attempt, and CWM rolls back in the ring, with Malibu still perched on top. CWM turns to see Zack still in position, and Zack jumps off with a beautiful missle dropick, knocking CWM off his feet! CWM rolls onto his stomach, and pushes himself up, seeing Zack jumping at him with his knee bent for a Zack Attack, and LARIATS MALIBU OUT OF THE AIR~! Zack folds up and flips over upon impact with the move, as CWM just crushed him with it! CWM stands up, and drags Malibu by the legs over towards the corner. CWM drops an elbow on Zack to stun him, then rolls out of the ring and to the floor. He grabs both of Zack's legs and pulls back, pulling Zack forward and ramming his groin against the steel post! Zack groans in pain, and CWM takes his right leg and swings it against the post, ramming it knee first against the metal!

 

COACH

He's taking away his wheels.

 

COLE

You make CWM sound like Repo Man.

 

CWM climbs up onto the apron, with Zack still on his back in the corner. CWM grips the top rope and slingshots over it, landing with a legdrop down across Malibu's throat. He pulls Zack back toward center ring, and grabs his leg, lifting it up and kicking him in the back of the knee, causing more damage to the Preppy One's right leg. CWM then holds onto the leg and drops an elbow on the knee to further the attack, and then tries for a Figure Four Leglock, but Malibu kicks him off with his good leg, sending CWM out to the raised ramp through the ropes! Zack gets up, limping slightly as he favors his leg, and heads out to the ramp as well, looking to regain his momentum. He goes for CWM, but is met with a lowblow from the surly Canadian, who quickly grabs Zack in a standing headscissors, and lifts him up on his shoulders, powerbomb style...

 

COLE

My God, he's got Zack up, but where's he going to put him?

 

Zack fires off punches to stagger CWM, eventually freeing himself from the hold and falling to his feet. Zack winces upon impact, the landing not doing any favors for his knee, but he quickly takes CWM and whips him to the ropes, catching CWM on the rebound with a snap powerslam onto the rampway!

 

COACHYO~! Did you hear that smack?

 

Zack stands up, looking out to the crowd and wiping the sweat from his brow, before pulling CWM up to his feet, and starting up the ramp, towards the ambulance with him. Holding CWM by the hair, Zack takes his arch rival and smashes him facefirst into the back door of the vehicle, the impact making a loud sound that echoes throughout the arena! Zack opens the door of the emergency vehicle, and returns to get CWM, but in a desperation move, CWM grabs Zack around the waist and pushes him backwards, ramming his lower back into the back edge of the ambulance! Zack slumps down, and CWM gets up to his feet at the same time, then he tries pushing the door closed on Zack, using it to drive the air out of him!

 

CABOOSE

Look at this! CWM is like the MacGyver of hardcore...he makes anything into a weapon he can use to his advantage!

 

Just as Caboose says, CWM pushes harder on the door, with Zack bracing his hands against it and trying his best to push back before his sternum is crushed. Zack finally has the strength to kick at CWM, catching him in the ribs several time before CWM backs off the door. Stunned, he comes towards Zack again, but Zack swings the door open, and it nails CWM in the face! CWM hobbles around, as Zack pushes himself up into the ambulance, standing at the very back of it, and then jumps off at CWM, grabbing him by the head and twisting around, spiking him on the stage with a Tornado DDT~!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

CABOOSE

Michael Cole, that was incredible! A tornado DDT from the ambulance, onto the stage!

 

The crowd goes apeshit, and both men are down on the stage. Zack more due to exhaustion, and CWM because he's had his brain rattled. They lay still for a few minutes. before Zack rises up, getting to his feet and standing over his opponent. With a noticeable wince in his step, Zack turns back to the ambulance, reaching in and pulling out the stretcher, unfolding it on the rampway. Zack starts pushing the stretcher down towards the ring, away from CWM, as the crowd and the announcers look on in confusion.

 

COLE

Where is he going?

 

Zack goes about 3/4 of the way down the ramp, and then paces for a few moments, leaning on the stretcher and getting some air. CWM starts stirring, getting to a sitting position before turning over and pushing himself up by his hands, and simultaneously, Zack pushes the stretcher and races up the rampway, sending it careening at CWM and ramming him in the head with the stretcher as he's getting up! CWM falls back onto the stage, and Zack turns out to the crowd, taking a moment to pose for the fans. Not wanting to waste too much time, Zack pulls CWM to his feet, then rams him face first into the stretcher, before loading him up onto it.

 

COACH

He's got him on there. All he needs to do is strap him in and load him up.

 

COLE

That'll be easier said than done, Coach.

 

Zack lays CWM across the stretcher, but when he goes to buckle him in, CWM uses a quick eye gouge to stop Zack. Blinded, Zack staggers back a few feet, trying to regain his vision, giving CWM time to get off the stretcher and onto his feet. With Zack unable to see an oncoming assault, CWM grabs him by the head, then tries for the 3/4 facelock that sets up the POLLYCUTTER~!, but Zack shoves him off, into the side of the ambulance! CWM hobbles backwards, and Zack reaches over, wrapping his arm around CWM's head and neck with a CALIFORNIA DREAM~! (Dragon Sleeper).

 

COLE

The California Dream~! We haven't seen this in a while, but if Zack keeps this cinched in, CWM will be out like a light, and easy prey for a Zack win!

 

Zack tries to pull CWM down into a grapevine so that he has more control over the hold, but CWM keeps his balance, struggling as much as he can. He finally twists around so that he's facing Zack as Zack still has a hold on him, and hooks Zack by the waist, tossing him overhead with a release Northern Lights Suplex INTO THE SIDE OF THE AMBULANCE~!

 

CABOOSE

Oh My God!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

CWM just collapses to his knees, and Zack is sprawled out just a few feet behind him after having his body unceremoniously tossed into the side of the ambulance. CWM gets up, huffing and puffing for air, and brings Zack up, softly mouthing something in his face, as he stares into Zack's glazed eyes. CWM then holds Zack by the back of the neck and rushes forward with him, sending his head SMASHING THROUGH THE PASSENGER SIDE WINDOW OF THE AMBULANCE~!

 

COLE

No! No! He's insane!

 

CABOOSE

This is the same way he captured the 24/7 Title from Zack. They made a mess of the parking lot that night, and CWM bloodied Zack but good. He's looking to do the same here tonight!

 

Zack slumps down, but CWM, enraged, picks him up and repeatedly rams his head into the door of the ambulance. Blood from Zack's head splatters onto the white vehicle, leaving a grim reminder of the sadistic move that left Zack a bloody mess. Malibu lets his body collapse to the stage, with CWM kicking at it in a mocking fashion, and then walking backstage, disappearing from view.

 

COACH

He's walking out of the match!

 

CWM vanishes, while the referee checks on Zack, whose face is a crimson mask, with blood soaking his hair. All of a sudden, a grinding noise is heard, as if something is being dragged across the floor. The curtain swings back open, and from the back comes CWM, dragging...

 

 

A GLASS TABLE~!

 

COLE

This does not bode well for Zack Malibu at all.

 

CABOOSE

We've seen those used before, and the results were certainly not pretty. Tonight, it could mark the end of Zack's in-ring career!

 

CWM drags the table out onto the stage, setting it up several feet away from the ambulance. Zack fights to get to his feet but catches a running boot to the face from CWM, knocking him off-balance yet again. CWM then brings Zack up to his feet, pulling him near the table in preperation to send Zack through it. CWM readies Zack in a standing legscissors, but Zack simply falls limp, unable to support himself. CWM reaches down and pulls him up again, and this time Zack EXPLODES~! with a burst of energy, knocking his hands away and unloading on him with lefts and right! CWM staggers back, and Zack kicks him in the gut and pulls HIM in with a standing legscissors, setting up for a powerbomb, but CWM reacts quickly, backdropping Zack over to escape! CWM picks him up and hammers across his back with forearms, then grabs him in a front facelock, hooking him by the tights to suplex him through the Glass Table, but Zack blocks the move, putting his leg between CWM's legs to stop the leverage! CWM hammers more forearms down on Zack to weaken him, but Zack pulls CWM right into a knee that doubles him over. Zack nearly falls down, catching himself on the table to hold himself up, and watches at CWM staggers hunched over, then gets a bit of momentum, charging and then cracking him in the side of the head with a ZACK ATTACK~! CWM rolls down the ramp, as Zack falls down to all fours, his stamina waning. Zack pushes himself up to his feet, tilting his head back and sighing, before turning around...and exiting!

 

CABOOSE

Where is Malibu off to now?

 

After a few moments, much like CWM earlier, Malibu emerges with his own instrument of destruction...a huge metal ladder! Zack starts walking down the ramp, and CWM gets to his feet, coming towards Zack to meet up with him...ONLY TO BE SMACKED IN THE FACE WITH THE EDGE OF THE LADDER~!

 

CABOOSE

He hurled it like a javelin!

 

CWM falls back, holding his nose and mouth, with blood pouring through his fingers. Zack stands the ladder up on the stage, and goes after CWM, pulling him up by the arm and then whipping him into the ladder, knocking it over! The crowd is bonkers for the assault, as Zack has gotten the edge over CWM right now.

 

Zack grabs the stretcher again, and wheels it near CWM. The bloody prep picks up his equally bloody rival and throws him onto the gurney, then straps him in, and CWM has no place to go! Zack starts wheeling CWM to the back of the ambulance, but then stops, and walks away from his foe.

 

COLE

What's going on here?

 

Zack walks to the back of the ambulance and steps up, then grabs the roof with his hands and pushes himself up onto it! Zack Malibu has climbed onto the top of the ambulance, while CWM is motionless, strapped onto a stretcher below!

 

COACH

Does he like the view from up there or something?

 

Zack Malibu looks down at CWM, then backs up a few steps...as far back as he can. Malibu then jogs forward, running to the other end of the ambulance...AND FROG SPLASHES DOWN ONTO CWM~!

 

COACH

HOLY SHIZNIT~!

 

The stretcher topples over, and CWM lets out a loud yell, as his ribs took the full impact of that dive. Zack lays curled up in a ball on the stage, having hurt his ribs as well, but gaining the satisfaction of putting CWM through more pain.

 

COLE

We've seen glass tables, ladders, chairs...and now, an Ambulance Dive. Not only is this match brutal, but it's produced an OAOAST Moment!

 

Zack crawls over to CWM, who is stuck laying on his side on the stretcher. Zack fires off a few shots at his fallen foe, and then turns the stretcher back upright. Zack tries to load CWM in the ambulance via the stretcher, but CWM starts violently shaking, desperate to break free. The self-induced seizure works, as the strap snaps off the stretcher, and CWM sits up, punching at Zack to drive him away! CWM tears off the other strap, and jumps off the stretcher, avoiding a loss in this contest. He grabs Zack up Military Press style, and then slams him down on the stretcher, snapping it in half! Zack's back absorbs more impact, more than any human should endure in a lifetime, let alone within such a short span like he has tonight.

 

CWM takes the stretcher and picks it up, bringing it down across Zack as he valiantly tries to get to his feet. CWM then simply tosses the stretcher over the side of the stage, the continues to stalk Zack, who is slowly trying to fight back to his feet. CWM assists Zack in getting to his feet, but then rushes him forward, ramming Zack facefirst into one of the steel beams that is holding up the Angletron! CWM takes Zack and tries to Irish Whip him into the front grill of the ambulance, but Zack reaches back and grabs the same beam that was just used against him, and holds onto it to block the move. Zack lets go and reverses the whip, sending CWM in, but he counters at the last second, drop toeholding Zack facefirst into the front bumper! The sound of flesh on metal vibrates through the arena, as Zack went headfirst into the automobile.

 

CWM pulls Zack to his feet, and slams his head on the hood, again causing the ambulance to become sprinkled with blood. CWM then rolls Zack up onto the hood of the ambulance, and leaves him there, heading over to grab the ladder that Zack brought out earlier!

 

CABOOSE

This is not a good sign, gents.

 

CWM unfolds the ladder, and stands it up in front of the hood. He begins to climb, as some fans pop in amazement, knowing that something huge is about to happen. CWM climbs to the top of the ladder, his silouhette now visible on the Angletron screen that he is equal in height with. Perched on the top, CWM shoots a middle finger downwards and mouths "Fuck You, Malibu" audibly...AND DOES A SOMERSAULT SENTON FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER~...

 

 

 

 

 

...AND GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE WINDSHEILD OF THE AMBULANCE~! ZACK MOVED~! ZACK MOVED~! AND GLASS IS EVERYWHERE~!

 

COACH

YO YO YO YO YO YO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

 

COLE

MY GOD, CWM...HE MIGHT BE DEAD!

 

CABOOSE

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!

 

The fans collectively chant "Holy Shit", as a replay is shown, and the jaw-dropping reaction from the referee says it all. The impact drove CWM right through the windsheild, into the front seat of the ambulance!

 

COLE

This match is over. There is no way CWM can possibly continue after that!

 

Zack finally gets to his feet, collecting his thoughts before walking over to the passenger side of the ambulance. Windowless thanks to having his head sent through it earlier, Zack looks inside, and sees the near-lifeless body of CWM, sprawled over the front seat and the dashboard, and then pulls away. Covered in blood, CWM does not make a move, as Zack walks away from the scene, towards the back of the ambulance, where the back doors were open for someone to be tossed inside. Malibu closes one door, and then grabs the other one. Breathing heavily, he grips the handle of the other door and peers inside one more time at his fallen enemy...

 

...and swings the door SHUT!

 

*DING* *DING* *DING*

 

COLE

He did it! Zack Malibu has defeated his rival for the last time here tonight!

 

"Bring Me To Life" cues up, and the fans erupt in celebration, but Zack does not look as happy go lucky as one would assume. Physically and emotionally exhausted, Zack paces the stage, simply pointing out to the crowd and pointing to his heart. Agents and medical personnel come rushing out to aid both he and CWM, who is DEFINITELY on his way to the hospital tonight.

 

After having been aided to the back, a hush falls over the crowd as workers check over CWM, and have called for another ambulance to be brought in. OAOAST road agents and staff look over the scene, before members of The Underground, namely Superstar, Hoff, J. Arthur Edwards, and Gunner Sharps come out and disperse the crowd. The agents holler at the rebel faction, but they make their way through, with Gunner Sharps grabbing CWM's body away from medical personnell, who question their motives. J. Arthur mouths that "he's our leader, we'll take care of him!" to the medic, and The Underground start to make their way backstage to a chorus of boos. Superstar hesitates, not enjoying the reaction, and calls for a mic. After a moment, a stagehand runs out with a mic, and hands it to Supes.

 

COLE

What is he doing talking? Shouldn't they be helping CWM right about now?

 

SUPERSTAR

You ungrateful gimps. Look at you all...booing us, booing a man who just nearly cost himself his life here in front of you tonight. A man who has done it all in the world of wrestling, I think that this man deserves your applause!

 

COACHUh, Supes...now isn't the time for this, really.

 

Members of the crowd do cheer, while some still boo, as CWM, his body limp and his head hanging low, is held up by J. Arthur and Gunner.

 

SUPERSTAR

That's right...you people need to show some respect. This man DESERVES your respect...but not OURS!

 

COLE

Wha!?

 

In an instant, Gunner and J. Arthur take CWM's lifeless body and lift it up high, SLAMMING HIM THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE WITH AN H-BOMB~!

 

COLE

GOOD GOD, NO!

 

CABOOSE

They've decieved him, Cole!

 

The fans drown The Underground in boos, as Edwards and Sharps put the boots to CWM, who is in no condition to fight back. Superstar orders them to "get him up", and then proceeds to reveal a weapon...CWM's own trademark TIRE IRON~!

 

COACH

Superstar's going to finish the job, Cole!

 

Superstar winds up, and takes the fatal swing...BUT IT'S BLOCKED! HOFF GRABS HIS WRIST!

 

COLE

YES~! Thank God for Hoff!

 

Superstar looks incrediously at Hoff, who will not move out of the way. J. Arthur and Gunner start pushing him around, asking what's up, but he will not budge. Finally, OAOAST staff rush out to pull The Underground guys backstage, with Hoff leaving on his own accord. He looks down at CWM one final time before he leaves, showing that his allegiance lays with the man who is responsible for The Underground in the first place, and a man who may never even be able to compete again.

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Cole: Say what you will about CWM but that psycho gave it all he got tonight.

 

Caboose: Indeed he did. If you didn’t respect CWM, you do now. I think Zack may finally give CWM that respect he’s been wanting.

 

Cole: Time to turn the show back to two guys I respect. Its back to Jesse and JR for the final IZ match of the night!

 

(Shot of JR and Jesse)

 

JR:

Well now, fans. Coming up is one of the most anticipated matches of Bloody, Battered, and Beaten. A blood feud that has been running for 10 months, a hatred that has been boiling for 7 months. One man looking for revenge. The other looking to keep what is his. The IntenseZone main event for the OaOasT North American Title, Puerto Rican Lightning vs. The Mad Cappa. It’s coming up next.

 

Jesse:

That’s right JR, it is coming up next. You know what’s coming up next? The end of The Mad Cappa’s career. Cappa signed his death warrant by challenging PRL. He is going to pay for attacking the Lightning Crew. He is going to pay for attacking Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. He is going to pay for annoying PRL ever since he returned in August.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa made his comeback in August, but, is his comeback going to be cut short tonight?

 

Jesse:

Definitely. He is going to regret EVER, EVER messing with Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa title chase will end tonight because PRL will finish the job he started in May! He is going to cripple The Mad Cappa and end his career once and for all!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa sat in a hospital, recuperating for 3 months. Doctors said he would never wrestle again. But he is back and better than ever! He is putting himself in harm’s way by stepping into the ring tonight. Cappa’s has a history of back problems. He still is wearing tape over his broken ribs. He has sensitive knees and arms and worst of all, his larynx, which PRL crushed back in May, while repaired, may still be not 100% better. You can bet that PRL will go right after Cappa’s sensitive neck and back tonight.

 

Jesse:

If PRL wants to keep the NA Title, he MUST go after the neck and back. He MUST keep Cappa on the mat. Cappa’s a high flyer, so he must ground him. HE MUST BE IN HIS A GAME TONIGHT IF HE WANTS TO LEAVE THE ARENA THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION.

 

JR:

Cappa’s been looking forward to this match for 7 months. Remember the stipulation Stephen Joseph added. If Puerto Rican Lightning DOES NOT compete, for any other reason, other than a serious, LEGITMATE injury, than he is barred from the OaOasT for life. Cappa sent PRL a message last Wednesday on a Special Christmas Eve edition of IntenseZone. Let’s take a look:

 

::Cut to THIS PAST WEDNESDAY ON INTENSEZONE. Clips of Puerto Rican Lightning receiving the decapitated wax head from Cappa. Cut to someone dressed as Santa Claus giving PRL the BUST A CAP in the parking lot and revealing himself to being The Mad Cappa. Cut to Mad Cappa beating on PRL and giving him a Piledriver through a table.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

Merry Christmas, Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

::Cut to the announcer’s table with Jim Ross and Jesse “The Body” Ventura.::

 

Jesse:

What a heinous, unjustifiable attack on Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa should be ashamed of himself. That was just horrible what he did to PRL. Thanks to that horrible attack, I’ve heard rumors that PRL may not compete tonight. His neck might be damaged from that attack. This match might be cancelled. The Mad Cappa might have just cancelled his own match! What an idiot.

 

JR:

Would you stop? Fans, you don’t have to wait any longer. Let’s head into the ring with Gary Michael Cappatetta standing by for the OaOasT North American Title Match!

 

::The camera cuts to the ring with Gary Michael Cappatetta standing in the middle. The bell rings three times causing the crowd to pop very loudly.::

 

Gary Michael Cappatetta:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheldued for one fall….and is for the OAOAST NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

 

::Crowd pops::

 

GMC:

First, the challenger, coming to the ring at this time from—

 

::”No Chance In Hell” by Lloyd & Boyd hits. The AngleTron shows Vitamin X’s picture on it, letting the fans know that he is coming out.::

 

JR:What the? What’s going on right now?

 

::The lights go out in the arena. Slow, flashing white lights cover the entrance as the Lightning Crew entrance video plays. After the line “Pussy politicians buying souls for us are…PUPPETS.” Vitamin X makes his appearance. He looks at the jeering crowd then begins walking slowly to the ring.::

 

Jesse:

It’s Vitamin X of the Lightning Crew!

 

JR:

What’s he doing out here?

 

Jesse:

Obviously, Jim Ross, he joined the Lightning Crew the night The Mad Cappa got injured. He was the first new member of the group. And of course, HE was the one that started the beat down on Cappa. Remember, the stun taser to Cappa’s back? I take it, he couldn’t get the job done, so he wants a ringside seat to witness PRL finish what he started!

 

JR:

I knew all that, Jes. I’m just wondering why is he out here by himself?

 

Jesse:

I already told you, to witness The Mad Cappa’s end first hand.

 

::Vitamin X enters the ring and hops on a turnbuckle. He poses and demands the respect, but the crowd boos him. He crosses his arms in a X then hops down as the lights go back up and “No Chance In Hell” by Lloyd & Boyd dies down. The crowd chants “X SUCKS! X SUCKS! X SUCKS!” X goes to Gary Michael Cappatetta and snatches the microphone off of his hands. He shoves GMC down.::

 

JR:

Now come on! Was that really necessary?

 

Jesse:

X just showing whose boss.

 

Vitamin X:

All right, all right. All you idiots out there listen up because I’m going to say this once. A match of this quality deserves an announcer with an equal level of quality. So, I’m the ring announcer for this match. Plus, I want to have a first class ticket to the END OF THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER! PRL is going to end what I started on May 27, 2003. So, let’s do this the right way. Ladies and Idiots, the following SLAUGHTER is scheldued for one fall with a 30 minute time limit although PRL won’t need that much time to destroy Cappa. This match is for Puerto Rican Lightning’s PRESTIGIOUS NORTH AMERICAN TITLE. A Title he has held for 4 months now, making him the longest reigning NA Champ in OaOasT History! Ha! Ha!

 

::The crowd boos.::

 

JR:

Drinking PRL’s Kool-Aid again I see.

 

Jesse:

That is starting to get on my nerves, Jim Ross.

 

Vitamin X:

Introducing first. The Challenger—the challenger? Do you really expect me to introduce a bum like The Mad Cappa? Ugh.

 

Jesse:

I heard that Cappa.

 

JR:

That’s enough!

 

Vitamin X (with disgust):

The following guy, a bum who deserves no introduction, but we will do so anyway, is the biggest loser to ever hit the OaOasT. A member of the walking crippled, a man who has lost to a jobber before. A man who I HELPED INJURE ON MAY 27, 2003. A man who is unworthy of an OaOasT NA Title Shot but is getting one anyway because the OaOasT Front Office hates Puerto Rican Lightning. From the shitty ghettos of Anacostia, Washington, D.C., regrettably we bring you The Maddddd Crapppppa!

 

Jesse:

Great ring introduction from Vitamin X.

 

::The opening trumpet blare causes the crowd to explode.::

 

JR:

Well, here we go!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool starts playing to loud cheers as the lights flicker with a spotlight on the entrance way.::

 

Jesse:

I hope I would never hear that song again!

 

JR:

I hope I would! It’s been a long time, but Cappa is back on OaOasT Pay-Per-View against his most hated foe!

::The crowd explodes as The Mad Cappa enters through the curtain. “Cap-pa! Cap-pa! Cap-pa!” chants start instantly. Instead of dancing out, he comes with a focused look on his face. He walks down to the ring very cautiously, staring at Vitamin X who stares back. X mutters “Asshole” at Cappa, who slaps hands with some fans.::

 

JR:

Cappa not his usual dancing self tonight. He’s conserving his energy, which is a smart move on his part.

 

Jesse:

Cappa is actually being SMART for a change. He can concentrate on trying to win this match instead of playing to these idiot fans.

 

JR:

Vitamin X and Cappa are no strangers to each other. Remember, that is was Vitamin X who attacked Cappa and triggered the beat down. It was Vitamin X who injured Cappa.

 

Jesse:

No! It was Puerto Rican Lightning. Vitamin X just helped out.

 

JR:

Vitamin X was responsible for the attack! Before that, Cappa had the match won!

 

Jesse:

IT WAS PRL!

 

JR:

IT WAS VITAMIN X!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat” continues to play as Cappa slowly makes his way to the ring. He still stares at X who sneers back. The Mad Cappa enters the ring to a loud applause and jumps up and down smiling and waving to the fans. He trash talks with Vitamin X.::

 

JR:

Vitamin X and The Mad Cappa getting into a war of words right now.

 

Jesse:

X should just sock him in the jaw and finish the job now.

 

JR:

Cappa could beat X with one arm tied behind his back.

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool stops playing. The Mad Cappa and Vitamin X continue jawing. Vitamin X cuts Cappa off and begins the next introduction.::

X (with a slick smile on his face):

And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Coming down from the streets of lovely San Juan, Puerto Rico, el es nos dios y Uds. El es el campeon de America del Norte. The one. The only. The GREATEST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING HISTORY! THE GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER WHO EVER LIVED! The P.R. Menace. Tha Puerto Rican. PUERTO RICANNNNNNNNNNN LIGHTTNNNNNINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!

 

Jesse:

For all you dimwits out there, he said that he is our and yours god! He also said that he is the champion of North America.

 

JR:

Besides the blasphemous comment about being our god, he is right that he is the champion.

 

::The AngleTron lights up with a video of San Juan, Puerto Rico. The crowd pops as they are surprised. As the video shows footage of different places of San Juan, an organ is heard playing a sweet, gentle song. The video shows the beautiful beaches of San Juan. Follow by looks at Olde' San Juan. The organ music continues to play, as the crowd becomes hyper waiting for PRL's appearance. The video shifts from San Juan to New York City. The video shows footage of Times Square. Follow by Madison Square Garden and the Statue of Liberty at night. The video then shows a helicopter circling NYC at night follow by a look at the Manhattan skyline. Then Yankee Stadium and the Brooklyn Bridge. The organ music changes by going a high note as an angelic choir joins in. The video shows the Empire State Building and a NYC nightclub before shifting to Miami, Florida. The organ music continues playing as the video shows Miami at night. It shows footage of Miami Beach follow by a bird’s eye view of Pro Player Stadium. Miami's many nightclubs are shown as the organ music nears its end with the crowd getting more and more excited to see PRL. The video then shows Orlando, Florida, more specifically, Universal Studios: Islands of Adventure. As the organ music ends, the lighthouse at Islands of Adventure is shown with the light from the lighthouse shinning in front of the camera as the word "LIGHTNING" is said in a whisper. A lightning bolt hits the entrance and the crowd pops big time. Smoke and pyro fills the entrance as the AngleTron shows a blue screen with the words "PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING" in big blue blocky letters. "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" starts up as the AngleTron shows PRL sneering at the camera in a broken down warehouse.::

 

Jesse:

The champion is making his entrance now!

 

JR:

I don’t think PRL is looking forward to this moment.

 

::PRL’s theme song continues to play, but Puerto Rican Lightning does not show up. The lights go back on with PRL nowhere to be found. The crowd becomes restless waiting for Lightning to come. 4 minutes go by with no sign of PRL. The Mad Cappa and Vitamin X stay in the ring waiting for him to show up. “Know Your Role 2K3” stops playing. The crowd begins chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” hoping to bring Lightning out.

 

JR:

Where is Puerto Rican Lightning?

 

Jesse:

I don’t know. Maybe he is in the bathroom?

 

Vitamin X:

Uh. Um. Presenting PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!

 

::PRL’s theme starts playing again. The fans all stand up and look around the arena for any sign of Lightning. After 2 minutes of waiting, “Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)” dies down again. Vitamin X and Cappa become piss off. Cappa questions X on where PRL is hiding, but X does not know.::

 

JR:

This must be a sneak attack. This is all a plan. The Lightning Crew is planning something. They must be.

 

Jesse:

Don’t assume that, JR.

 

JR:

You know where PRL is, do you?

 

Jesse:

No I don’t. And why would you ask me?

 

JR:

You seem to be pretty close with Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

Jesse:

That’s preposterous.

 

::More “P.R. SUCKS!” chants, but still no Lightning.::

 

Vitamin X:

P.R., get out here right now! Damn it! Come on! Come on out here, PRL! Come on!

 

::PRL’s music starts up once again.::

 

JR:

No sign of Puerto Rican Lightning anywhere. Did he just leave the arena? If he does then he is barred from the OaOasT for life! Did PRL take the risk? He gave up his OaOasT career, did he? He could be stripped of the NA Title!

 

::Finally, Puerto Rican Lightning comes out through the entrance. The crowd begins booing loudly at the P.R. and N.A. Champ. Puerto Rican Lightning looks at the crowd then looks at Cappa. PRL is wearing a neck brace and holding his neck in pain. He drags the North American Title across the floor, while walking slowly to the ring. He is jawing with some fans, while Cappa and Vitamin X stare at him wondering what is going on.::

 

JR:

Why is Puerto Rican Lightning wearing a neck brace?

 

Jesse:

I know why, Jim Ross. It’s because of Mad Cappa’s attack on him last Wednesday on IntenseZone. The Piledriver through the table? THAT is why PRL is wearing the neck brace! Tha Puerto Rican is in no condition to compete tonight. Look at him! PRL should be at home relaxing, not being in the arena fightning against The Mad CRAPPA.

 

JR:

Something doesn’t seem right with this, Jes. It looks like a trap.

 

Jesse:

You are too cynical, JR.

 

::PRL stops in the aisle and looks at Cappa and X. He demands that his music stops playing and grabs a microphone. He holds his neck in pain and moves very slowly. “Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)” stops playing causing the crowd to boo loudly. “P.R. SUCKS!” chants begin.::

 

Jesse:

PRL is going to speak!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning (acting sick, in pain, and talking slowly):

The Mad Cappa. The fans. I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing a NA Title Match tonight.

 

::Crowd boos.::

 

PRL:

You see, my neck is injured. Thanks to you, CAPPA! YOUR PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE LAST WEDNESDAY MADE THIS HAPPEN, YOU BASTARD!!!

 

::The Mad Cappa has a look of disgust on his face.::

 

Vitamin X:

PRL. You okay, man?

 

PRL:Not really, X. My neck is killing me. I don’t think I can wrestle for a while and especially not tonight. I know. I know. You are all disappointed, but ::starts to work up fake tears::, I…may….not…wrestle…ever…again.

 

::The crowd boos as they know Lightning is obviously lying. PRL cries but receives no sympathy from anyone other than Vitamin X. The Mad Cappa is jumping up and down just waiting to fight.::

 

JR:

Now come on! This is obviously a big lie! PRL is not injured he’s perfectly fine!

 

Jesse:

Have you no sense of decency? This man is in serious pain? He is taking a big risk just being here in the arena tonight! He is a great man for doing this. PRL has some serious guts to do so!

 

Vitamin X:

I guess the NA Title Match has been cancelled.

 

::The crowd boos loudly.::

 

JR:

Someone please stop this! Please!

 

Vitamin X:

Come on P.R. Let’s go backstage.

 

::The crowd chants “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” Vitamin X gets out of the ring and helps PRL get up. He puts his arm over his shoulder and walks with him slowly to the entrance. PRL continues looking like he is in pain, holding his neck, crying, and moving very slowly. He looks at the crowd for some sympathy, then looks at Cappa, who is furious.::

 

JR:

This is just one big lie! Why that no good liar! PRL is once again ducking a match at The Mad Cappa. The bastard won’t get away with this! He isn’t going to defend the title. He should be barred from wrestling for this!

 

Jesse:

Hey, hey, hey. PRL is sick. He needs to get better. The Mad Cappa will get his shot. And remember what Joseph said, if PRL does not compete for any other reason OTHER THAN A LEGITMATE INJURY, THEN he is barred from the OaOasT for life. Do you see a serious legitimate injury? This looks like a legit injury to me.

The Mad Cappa piledrived him through a table. Shouldn’t that cause an injury?

 

JR:

Well, I was looking forward to this matchup. And now it won’t happen!

::The crowd throws garbage at PRL. The camera follows Vitamin X and Puerto Rican Lightning backstage. The crowd is still booing. The Mad Cappa, pissed, leaves the ring and begins his walk to the entrance, when he, and the crowd look up at the AngleTron.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

The coast is clear.

 

::Puerto Rican Lightning removes the neck brace and throws it on the floor. He moves around gracefully and jumps up and down like a monkey. PRL and X have sick smiles on their faces while the crowd realizes that PRL was lying.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

HAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAAAAAA!!! They fell for it!

 

JR:

Aw, son-of-a-bitch!

 

Jesse:

Brilliant!

 

JR:

Didn’t you just say you believed PRL was seriously injured?

 

Jesse:

Well, I changed my mind.

 

Vitamin X:

Great job, boss. You actually convinced people that you were injured.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

I know. I gave an Academy Award Winning Performance. ::Mock Whining: I may never…wrestle…again! Ha! I’ll be wrestling for a long time.

 

Vitamin X:

You should fool them all. Especially Cappa.

PRL:

Once again, I, PRL, come out on top, and Cappa loses. I NEVER get tire of that feeling!

 

Vitamin X:

You were good boss. You should be a movie star.

 

PRL:

Well, I have thought about it. But anyway, let’s get back to the dressing room. I need to “Relax my injure neck” HA! I gotta see Lindsay and the rest of the Crew.

Vitamin X:

Great job, boss. Great job.

 

::Suddenly, X’s face changes from happy to sadness.::

 

Vitamin X:

Uh…boss. Um. You…you….you got someone right behind you.

 

PRL:

Huh? AAAHH!

 

::The camera pulls back to reveal STEPHEN JOSEPH right behind Puerto Rican Lightning. Joseph has a pissed off look on his face. Puerto Rican Lightning quickly puts his neck brace back on and begins to act in pain again.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning (Acting in pain):

Hi….Joseph. How…are…you? My…neck…hurts…a lot! I…can…not…compete. Ouch. Ouch. Ow.

 

Stephen Joseph:

Don’t give me that crap PRL. I saw what you did and I KNOW that you were lying.

 

PRL:

What…are…you…talking…about?

 

Stephen Joseph:

PRL, stop acting like an idiot. Get out there and defend your title NOW!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

But I’m really in pain! Look! ::Slowly moves his neck:: Owwwwww.

 

Stephen Joseph:

You know, I CAN barred you from the OaOasT right now since you right now for refusing to wrestle.

 

PRL (Shocked):

NO! NO! NO! DON’T DO THAT! I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T BARRED ME!

 

Vitamin X:

Yeah, please don’t barred PRL!

 

Stephen Joseph:

BUT! Since I’m such a nice guy, and since I’m a former NA Champ myself, a belt I made famous, by the way, I’ll force you to wrestle the old fashioned way.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning (Normal Voice):And how’s that?

 

Stephen Joseph:

With this.

 

::Stephen Joseph knocks Puerto Rican Lightning to the ground with a right jab.::

 

JR:

Oh my! What a shot to the jaw from Stephen Joseph!

 

Jesse:

Abuse of power! Abuse of power! Stephen Joseph is using his power for evil!

 

::Vitamin X goes after Joseph, but gets hit in the head with a punch also.::

 

JR:

AND DOWN GOES VITAMIN X!

 

::Stephen Joseph throws PRL into a wall to the crowd’s delight.::

 

Stephen Joseph:

It’s time to give the people what they want!

 

JR:

OH YEAH! YOU TELL HIM STEPHEN!

 

::Stephen Joseph grabs Puerto Rican Lightning by his left ear and drags him to the ring. PRL tries to fight out, but Joseph holds on tight as the two make their way through the curtain with Vitamin X recovers from the punch.::

 

Jesse:

WHY IS JOSEPH DOING THIS?!

 

JR:

HE’S GIVING THE FANS WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE! AND THE FANS WANT TO SEE PRL TAKE ON THE MAD CAPPA!

 

::The crowd cheers loudly. The Mad Cappa gets back into the ring and orders for SJ to bring PRL to the ring. Stephen Joseph drags PRL down the aisle.::

 

JR:

OH YEAH! BRING PRL INTO THE RING! GIVE HIM EXACTLY WHAT HE DESERVES! HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO!!!

 

::The crowd is getting hotter by the minute. Stephen Joseph throws PRL into the ring. The Mad Cappa thanks SJ and points at PRL, who begs not for Cappa to attack. “Let me explain.” He saids. Puerto Rican Lightning holds his right hand out for a handshake. The Mad Cappa looks at PRL then looks at the crowd, who tell him to “Attack.”::

 

JR:

What is PRL doing now?

 

Jesse:

He’s asking for Cappa’s forgiveness. He’s doing the right thing and saying he’s sorry for attacking him. He’s sorry. What a great guy he is.

 

JR:

PRL is a lying rat! He deserves no forgiveness.

 

::The Mad Cappa hesitates as the crowd chants “Make him bleed! Make him bleed! Make him bleed! Make him bleed!”::

 

JR:

These fans are telling Cappa to refuse the apology.

 

Jesse:

Do these fans have any heart?

 

::Cappa looks at the crowd then at a begging PRL. Cappa hits Lightning with a left hand.::

 

JR:

So much for Cappa accepting PRL’s apology.

 

Jesse:

How could Cappa do that? That was horrible of him.

 

::Cappa attacks and whips PRL into the ropes, but PRL ducks and goes for a left hook. Cappa ducks and begins beating on PRL.::

Stephen Joseph:

Ring the bell. Ring the fucking bell!

 

JR:

YEAH! YOU DO THAT! RING THE BELL! GET THIS MATCH OFFICALLY UNDERWAY! RING THE BELL!

 

Jesse:

But PRL has a bad neck!

 

*DING DING DING*

JR:

HERE WE GO!

 

OaOasT North American Championship Match: Puerto Rican Lightning (Champion) vs. The Mad Cappa (Challenger):

The Mad Cappa lays into Puerto Rican Lightning with lefts and rights to the crowd’s joy. Cappa shoves Lightning to a turnbuckle and stomps a mudhole in him with the crowd counting every kick to the chest. PRL lets out a girlish scream while Cappa poses for the cheering crowd.

 

JR:

THE MAD CAPPA laying into PRL in the early part of the match!

 

Jesse:

Cappa is going to wish he NEVER messed with Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

The Mad Cappa grabs Puerto Rican Lightning and whips him into another turnbuckle. PRL Flair Flips onto the ring apron, but Cappa clotheslines PRL back down sending him to the outside. Vitamin X comes walking down the aisle to boos and sits right next to JR in the announcer’s table.

 

Vitamin X:

Jesse, it’s great to be back here even though JR is here!

 

Jesse:

Thanks Vitamin X, though I have been asking the higher ups to get rid of him!

 

JR:

Hey! It’s not my fault that you suck as an announcer!

 

Jesse:

I’m not the one who talks about hosses and stuff like that, like straying away from the match! I actually call the match as it is!

 

JR:

Then do your damn job and start calling the match!

 

Jesse:

I feel sorry that Stephen Joseph attacked you.

 

X:

Stephen Joseph is a power abuser. He’s mad with power and is a very evil person. He would never have had this match made if he actually LIKED PRL. He is just bitter that the Lightning Crew, We attacked him after his Adrenalin Title Match.

 

Jesse:

I feel exactly the same way, X. You and I think alike, don’t we?

Vitamin X:

Great minds think alike. Isn’t that true?

 

The Mad Cappa grabs PRL and slams his face onto the barricade. Cappa follows by whipping PRL into the ringpost knocking him down. The Mad Cappa throws PRL back into the ring and kicks him a few times. He heads to the top rope…and comes back down with the top rope legdrop.

 

Vitamin X:

That’s Puerto Rican Lightning’s move. The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003! That bastard Cappa stole it from him.

 

JR:

That was Cappa’s move first, X!

 

Vitamin X:

Watch it, Jim, or else you’ll be eating a knuckle sandwich.

 

Jesse:

And he means it, Jim Ross.

 

The Mad Cappa picks up PRL and beats on him some more. He gives him a few chops to “WOOOOOOOs!” Cappa slugs away at PRL while trash talking.

 

JR:

This not a wrestling match, this is a fight!

 

Jesse:

You can say that again!

 

The Mad Cappa removes PRL’s neck brace to loud cheers then throws it to the crowd.

 

Jesse:

Cappa is exposing PRL’s injured neck!

 

Vitamin X:

That heartless bastard. What horrible morals from The Mad Crappa.

 

The Mad Cappa starts elbowing the back of PRL’s neck. PRL oversells the punches by yelling really loud. The Mad Cappa whips PRL into the ropes and hits the Fall From Grace.

 

JR:

FALL FROM GRACE! THE MAD CAPPA HITS THE FALL FROM GRACE ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!

Vitamin X:

I’m right here, Jim. You don’t have to yell so loud.

 

The Mad Cappa drags Lightning to the middle rope. He lays his head on it, then heads to the opposite ropes, and comes back with a leg on the back of PRL’s neck which sends Lightning’s neck bouncing off the middle rope. The crowd explodes as PRL clutches his neck and coughs.

 

JR:

It looks as though Cappa is intent on injuring Puerto Rican Lightning’s neck for real!

 

Jesse:

Cappa is possessed. He has no soul! He is obsessed with injuring this man.

 

JR:

Well, when you spend 3 months lying in a hospital bed unable to move or speak. And when you spend 7 months chasing a coward, and when you get the chance to exact revenge, you can’t help but want to destroy someone. All that rage, all that anger, all that has been fuel to Cappa’s fire. All that anger over that injury! Cappa is using that as fuel in this matchup! All of that has been building up inside Cappa for 7 months and now he gets to unleash it on the very man who sent him to the hospital in the first place!

 

Vitamin X:

WE DID THE RIGHT THING!

 

The Mad Cappa picks up PRL, but PRL uses all his energy to low blow Cappa to boos.

JR:

What a cheapshot!

 

Vitamin X:

PRL is just doing what must be done to win.

 

Cappa bows down in pain, so Lightning responds with a Dangerous DDT! Lightning rapidly starts kicking away at Cappa’s back.

 

X:

Go for the back! Go for the back! That’s the way to go!

 

Lightning goes off to showboat.

 

JR:

He seems pretty fine to me.

 

Jesse:

This is just an adrenaline rush, Jim Ross. PRL is actually in serious, serious pain doing these moves.

JR (disgusted):

Yeah. Sure he is.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning jaws with the fans who respond back with “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL slaps his forehead 4 times then holds his ears to drown out the noise. This gives Cappa enough time to grab PRL from behind and do a reverse DDT on him.

 

JR:

But Cappa comes back right away!

 

Vitamin X:

I still believe in you, boss!

 

Jesse:

Me too!

 

He then gets at Lightning’s face and starts pounding his head on the mat while screaming, “Take this you son of a bitch!”

 

Jesse:

That’s not the sign of a true sportsman!

 

JR:

His hatred for Lightning speaks a lot! All the rage. All the anger. 7 months in the making. All built up inside. Cappa has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

 

X:

Don’t take that crap from CRAPPA Lightning! Fight back!

 

Lightning punches him on the face! Cappa clutches his face as Lightning gets up and does three snap suplexes.

 

X:

Oh yeah, that’s how you get him!

 

JR:

Is it possible for a man with a serious neck injury to do 3 straight Snap Suplexes with no problem?

 

Jesse:

For a man of PRL’s stature, there isn’t.

 

Lightning then proceeds to toss out Cappa to the outside! The ref starts a ten count!

 

1……………

2…………..

 

Lightning rolls out to take out Cappa, but Cappa responds with a couple of fists.

 

3…………

 

X:

Nonononono! C’mon Lightning!

 

4…………

 

They trade fists with each other, as the crowd gets livelier!

 

5………..

 

6………..

 

The Mad Cappa does an Atomic Drop onto Lightning, and then follows by shoving him into a ringpost. He follows by picking PRL up.

 

JR:

OH MY! WHAT POWER! WHAT STRENGTH FROM CAPPA! BEING ABLE TO PICK UP LIGHTNING THAT HIGH!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning screams like a girl and begs to be put down. Cappa obliges by dropping P.R. neck first onto a barricade. PRL screams and gags for air, clutching his neck.

 

JR:

OH MY! THAT CAN’T BE GOOD FOR PRL’S NECK!

 

Jesse:

His neck is injured. Cappa should be ashamed!

 

7…

 

8…

 

9…

 

Cappa rolls Lightning into the ring. Cappa gets in and picks up PRL, but gets poked in the eye. The crowd boos. Puerto Rican Lightning trash talks, and hits the Shining Wizard on TMC.

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD~!!! A SHINING WIZARD ONTO THE MAD CAPPA!

Vitamin X:

PRL is doing exactly what he should do. Keep Cappa on the mat and attack.

 

PRL poses as Cappa lies on the mat. However, Cappa does a kip-up to the amazement from the crowd! However, his back is reeling in pain, so he collapses back down!

 

X:

Hahahahahahaha! As you see, no matter how hard he tries to be like PRL, he can’t do it!

 

JR:

Well, he has a history of back problems, thanks to you!

 

X:

Bah, he brought it upon himself! What still gets to me is that I didn’t get the job done back in May! He should’ve been out of here by now!

 

Cappa is crawling around in the ring while Lightning is pounding on Cappa's back and neck with his fists! Cappa rolls out of the ring for a breather! The referee starts a ten count.

 

Jesse:

What a wimp! Going to the outside for a breather, that’s a low tactic, even for me!

 

JR:

Oh you know you have used it before!

 

X:

Cappa can’t take it, so he has to go to the outside where he will face PRL’s wrath! That is PRL’s domain! You see what he can do on the outside.

 

1…………..

 

2………….

 

Lightning heads to the top rope, and waits for Cappa to get in the right position. Tha Puerto Rican jumps off the top rope and lands on The Mad Cappa who is outside of the ring.

 

Vitamin X:

CROSS-BODY SPLASH ONTO THE OUTSIDE! CAPPA IS DOWN!

 

The crowd boos. Lightning picks up TMC and whips him to the barricade, but Cappa reverses and Lightning hits the barricade.

 

X:

AGGGHH! NOOOOO! GET OUT OF THERE!

3…………….

 

4…………….

 

Lightning grabs his back in pain! Cappa then does a bodyslam to the outside mat! Cappa rolls Lightning back in.

 

Cappa climbs to the ropes. Lightning runs to the top rope and does an overhead belly-to-belly suplex onto TMC, which brings him down to the mat. Cappa lands on his back! The ref does another ten count!

 

Vitamin X:

Oh yes! That was a beautiful belly-to-belly!

 

Jesse:

Oh yes. PRL cannot do anything wrong!

 

JR:

You two make me sick.

 

Vitamin X and Jesse:

Right back at you. Jinx!

 

1……………..

 

2…………….

 

Lightning gets up first and heads to the top rope. The crowd stands up in anticipation waiting for PRL’s next move. Puerto Rican removes his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. He then does the UP YOURS sign to the crowd and jumps up the top rope with the F.U. Elbow Drop, which connects and gets a face pop.

 

X:

Beautiful! Just beautiful!

 

Jesse:

A great F.U. Elbow Drop from Tha Puerto Rican! Just wonderful! What height! What a high flyer! Awesome!

 

JR:

We get it, Jes!

 

Lightning gets up and kicks him continuously! Cappa gets up, groggy. PRL kicks Mad Cappa in the gut…and gives him the Cappa Killer.

JR:

CAPPA KILLER! CAPPA KILLER!

 

Vitamin X:

The move The Mad Cappa stole from PRL!

 

The crowd boos as PRL goes for the cover.

 

1…

 

2…

 

KICK OUT!

 

JR:

CAPPA IS STILL IN THIS MATCH!

 

Vitamin X:

Unfortunately.

 

PRL does the Rolling Thunder, and poses. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”

 

JR:

So a man with an injured neck can do all these moves?

 

Jesse:

A normal man couldn’t. But PRL is no normal man.

 

Vitamin X:

That’s right. He is a GOD! A GOD!

 

JR:

Drinking PRL’s Kool-Aid I see.

 

Vitamin X:

Shut up.

 

Tha Puerto Rican picks up Cappa and whips him into the ropes…but Cappa reverses and does a spinning wheel kick.

 

Vitamin X:

ANOTHER one of PRL’s moves! Couldn’t Cappa think of his own moves instead of just stealing P.R.’s?

Cappa gets on the top turnbuckle and attempts a 180-degree side spinning moonsault. Lightning rolls out of the way to loud boos! Lightning goes for the cover.

 

1…………………

 

 

2………………..

 

JR:

AND CAPPA GETS UP RIGHT IN THE NICK OF TIME!

 

Vitamin X:

He should just stay down to avoid further punishment!

 

JR:

CAPPA CAN BEAT PRL AND YOU KNOW IT!

 

Cappa manages to get up almost at the count of three. Cappa urges to crowd to cheer louder, which they do. PRL looks at Cappa, and then punches him. PRL gives him an odd look then punches him again. Cappa no sells the punch again. PRL does another punch, but Cappa gets up and starts shaking up and down. The crowd goes crazy as Cappa walks around the ring yelling.

 

JR:

HE’S CAPPING UP!

 

Vitamin X:

Who does The Mad Cappa think he is? Hulk Hogan?

 

JR:

HE’S NOT HULK HOGAN! HE’S THE MAD CAPPA!

 

PRL looks at Cappa strangely, and then punches him again. Cappa no sells that punch, and does the three punch combo to cheers with the third punch being the IMPACT. The Mad Cappa then whips PRL into the ropes, but PRL reverses and whips him into the ropes. PRL puts his head down, but Cappa kicks PRL and grabs him into a cradle pin.

 

1……………

 

2…………..

 

Lightning kicks out to loud boos!

 

JR:

CAPPA COULD HAVE WON THE NA TITLE RIGHT THEN AND THERE! HE WAS SO CLOSE!

 

Jesse:

So close yet so far, Jim Ross!

 

Vitamin X:

And he has a long way to go if he wants to beat PRL!

 

Jesse:

That’s right. Ha!

 

Cappa picks up PRL, and they start punching each other. They slug at each other some more. Cappa lays in several right hands then whips PRL into the ropes. He goes for a BUST A CAP, but PRL shoves Cappa back into the ring ropes and goes for a P.R. Nightmare. However, Cappa escapes, kicks PRL in the gut, and does the Cappabomb on PRL to loud cheers.

JR:

THE CAPPABOMB! CAPPABOMB! THA PUERTO RICAN IS DOWN ON THE MAT FOLLOWING THAT CAPPABOMB!

 

The Mad Cappa goes for the cover.

 

1…………….

 

2…………….

 

 

Thre-NO!

 

Jesse:

DOWN! BUT NOT OUT!

 

Vitamin X:

That’s right. My boss never fails. He never gives up.

 

JR:

I’m starting to get sick of you too.

 

TMC picks up PRL and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but PRL ducks and does the Flying Forearm to boos.

 

Vitamin X:

Oh boy. You know what time it is.

 

JR:

Oh no.

Jesse:

Oh yes, Jim Ross. PRL is setting up the finish! He’s setting Cappa up for the P.R. Nightmare!

 

Vitamin X:

The Mad Cappa’s chance at becoming NA Champ is flushing down the toilet.

 

PRL picks up Cappa once again and whips him into the ropes. He strikes another Flying Forearm, then whips him into the ropes again and bounces back with a third Flying Forearm. Tha Puerto Rican picks up Cappa once more and whips him to the ropes to deliver a fourth Flying Forearm.

 

JR:

FOUR FLYING FOREARMS! FOUR!

 

Jesse:

Incredible speed from J.R.! It’s incredible. Wow.

 

Vitamin X:

Yes. It is. Yes.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning kips up to mega loud boos.

 

JR:

PRL SETTING UP THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC!

 

Jesse:

I can feel the end now!

 

Vitamin X:

Say goodbye to your chance at becoming the NA Champion, Mad Cappa! Because it is over!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning heads to a turnbuckle whilst the “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chants begin again. Tha Puerto Rican stomps his foot three times a’la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3.

 

Vitamin X:

PRL is tuning up the band. It’s almost over!

 

Jesse:

Sweet Chin Music coming up.

 

Tha Puerto Rican continues stomping his foot. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. The Mad Cappa slowly gets up. But once he does, PRL runs and hits the Sweet Chin Music on The Mad Cappa to a face pop.

 

JR:

THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC CONNECTS!

PRL goes for the cover.

 

1….

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE MAD CAPPA KICKS OUT!

 

The crowd cheers. PRL looks at Cappa then looks at the crowd. He does the “That’s It!” sign to the crowd then picks up Cappa. He gets ready to give him the Annexation of Puerto Rico.

 

JR:

PRL not going for the P.R. Nightmare. Instead, he’s going for the Annexation of Puerto Rico.

 

Jesse:

It makes perfect sense. He’s going for the move that will hurt Cappa’s neck more. He’s going for the move that could CRIPPLE CAPPA! HE’S GOING TO FINISH CAPPA ONCE AND FOR ALL! HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO!

 

PRL tries to go for The Annexation of Puerto Rico, but Cappa backdrops out of it. TMC beats on Lightning some more. Cappa then does a final cut. Cappa tries to go for the pinfall, but PRL kicks out at the count of 2. Cappa whips PRL into the ropes, but PRL reverses, but Cappa reverses and PRL falls back first over the top rope and onto a cameraman.

 

JR:

OH MY! WHAT A MOVE FROM THE MAD CAPPA! INCREDIBLE!

 

Vitamin X:

PRL is going to come back. Mark my words.

 

The Mad Cappa exits the ring and throws PRL back in. He beats on Lightning some more then whips him to the ropes…BUST A CAP.

 

JR:

BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! THE BUST A CAP! IT’S ALL OVER! IT’S ALL OVER! COVER HIM! COVER HIM CAPPA!

The Mad Cappa goes for the cover.

 

1…………..

 

2…………..

 

The Mad Cappa picks up PRL.

 

Jesse:

What the? Why did he do that?

 

Vitamin X:

No damn clue, Jesse.

 

The Mad Cappa looks at a dazed and tired PRL. He gives him a sneer and yells “You Son-of-a-bitch!” He then picks up PRL and whips him to the ropes again. BUST A CAP. Another BUST A CAP on Puerto Rican Lightning. PRL does a Rock-like oversell of the move and lies on the mat, dazed.

 

JR:

ONE MORE BUST A CAP! THE MAD CAPPA HAS GIVEN PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING TWO STRAIGHT BUST A CAPS! IT LOOKS LIKE IT MAY BE OVER! THE COVER!

 

1….

 

2….

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mad Cappa picks up PRL once again. He laughs while the crowd starts cheering getting what Cappa is trying to do.

 

JR:

Cappa is having too much fun beating up PRL! He doesn’t want this match to end!

 

Jesse:

Cappa is sadistic! Why would he do such a thing to a legend like PRL?

 

Vitamin X:

The Mad Cappa is insane! Someone should stop him! SECURITY! GET OUT HERE!

 

The Mad Cappa looks at the crowd who give him a standing ovation. He smiles and saids “Want to see me kick his ass some more.” The crowd responds with an astounding “HELL YEAH!” PRL begs for Cappa to stop but Cappa doesn’t listen and picks up PRL. He punches him back down several times then picks him up, flips him off, and does another BUST A CAP.

JR:

AND ONE MORE BUST A CAP! WILL CAPPA PIN HIM NOW?

 

1…

 

2…

 

Cappa picks him up again.

 

JR:

All that rage. That anger. The rage Cappa has. The hatred he feels for Puerto Rican Lightning. It’s all being released tonight. He is taking it out on the very man who put him on the shelf, and I, for one, couldn’t feel much better. This is just a slobberknocker. This is just a car wreck!

 

Jesse:

The Mad Cappa is psychotic! I can’t believe he would stoop so low.

 

The Mad Cappa picks up PRL and whips him into a turnbuckle chest first. He follows with a bulldog. He then heads to the top rope…and comes down with a 180-degree Side Swinging Moonsault.

 

JR:

THE MAD CAPPA FINALLY HITS THE 180-DEGREE SIDE SWINGING MOONSAULT!

 

Jesse:

I CAN’T BELIEVE CAPPA IS THIS EVIL! I THOUGHT HE WAS NICE!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa has a vicious side that he is revealing tonight!

 

The Mad Cappa off of Puerto Rican Lightning and kicks him some more. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes…with a fourth BUST A CAP.

 

JR:

AND A FOURTH ONE! PRL IS FINISH!

 

Tha Puerto Rican gets right back up from the BUST A CAP, then Flair Flops back down. The Mad Cappa looks at the crowd with an “Oh Well” look on his face. He then looks at PRL again and does the “That’s It!” sign. The crowd pops loudly and begins chanting “Cap-pa! Cap-pa! Cap-pa! Cap-pa! Cap-pa!” chant. The Mad Cappa gets into position to deliver another BUST A CAP. The crowd stands up in anticipation as PRL struggles to get up.

 

Jesse:Oh no. I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all. The Mad Cappa is going for another stupid BUST A CAP move.

 

Vitamin X:

Cappa stealing ANOTHER PRL maneaveaur. PRL should sue Cappa for copyright infringement.

 

JR:

THOSE MOVES AREN’T COPYRIGHTED. PRL can’t get out of this one, can he? It looks like, no it IS the end. PRL CANNOT SURVIVE ANOTHER BUST A CAP. It’s all over.

 

“P.R. SUCKS!” and “MAD CAP-PA!” chants intertwined with each other. Finally, after 2 minutes of waiting, The Mad Cappa kicks Puerto Rican Lightning in the stomach and delivers a BUST A CAP.

JR:

BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! A FIFTH BUST A CAP ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!

 

Puerto Rican does a Rock oversell of the move. The Mad Cappa picks up PRL again and delivers a sixth BUST A CAP on PRL. The crowd pops as PRL acts as if he is having a seizure following the move. The Mad Cappa picks up PRL again and does one more BUST A CAP, which causes PRL to flip over TMC. Cappa looks at the crowd who respond with cheers and chants. The Mad Cappa flips PRL off and does an eighth BUST A CAP, with Tha Puerto Rican spiting as it’s done. Cappa drags PRL back up and does one more BUST A CAP, which causes PRL to jump two feet in the air and fall back on the mat. Cappa looks at the crowd and saids “One more?” and the crowd responds with cheers.

 

Jesse:

No more! No more Cappa! That’s enough! That’s enough!

 

Vitamin X:

Cappa is evil!

 

The Mad Cappa picks up a stuttering, dazed, in pain and saliva spitting PRL and trash talks some more. Kick in the gut and another BUST A CAP. PRL is in so much pain that he doesn’t do any over sell and just plops right back onto the mat face first. The crowd explodes with cheers. Cappa soaks in the cheers and jumps up and down the ring yelling at PRL.

 

JR:

10 BUST A CAPS! 10 BUST A CAPS! THE MAD CAPPA HAS GIVEN 10 BUST A CAPS TO PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! PRL IS KNOCKED OUT! PRL CANNOT MOVE!!! THE MATCH IS OVER!!! WE GOT A NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! WE GOT A NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! COVER HIM! COVER HIM DAMNIT! COVER HIM! IT’S ALL OVER! THE MAD CAPPA WILL BECOME THE NEW OAOAST NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!!

 

Vitamin X:

OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!

::Vitamin X shoves his headphone down and leaves the announcer’s table.::

 

JR:

WHERE IS CAPPA GOING?

 

Jesse:

He’s going to stop Cappa from winning!

 

The Mad Cappa covers PRL. The crowd counts along with the pin.

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3---NO!!!

 

Vitamin X pulls The Mad Cappa out of the ring.

 

JR:

WHAT?! VITAMIN X! DAMN HIM! SON OF A BITCH!

 

The Mad Cappa and Vitamin X start brawling outside the ring. The referee orders to Cappa to get back into the ring, but the fightning continues.

 

JR:

Now The Mad Cappa is getting into it with Vitamin X.

 

Jesse:

GO X! TAKE HIM OUT! TAKE HIM OUT!

 

Vitamin X whips Cappa to the stairs, but Cappa reverses and X’s knee hits the stairs.

JR:

BAWD GAWD~!!! THE IMPACT!!!

 

Vitamin X holds his knee in pain. The Mad Cappa goes to get a chair. PRL is still knocked out from the 10 BUST A CAPS.

 

JR:

Now what is The Mad Cappa doing?

 

Jesse:

Something tells me Vitamin X is in trouble.

 

The Mad Cappa shoves the timekeeper from his chair and picks it up. The Mad Cappa runs to where X is standing and smashes a steel chair over his head knocking him unconscious.

 

JR:

AND CAPPA KNOCKS OUT X WITH A CHAIRSHOT!

 

Jesse:

I think Cappa is getting his revenge on Vitamin X for injuring him.

 

JR:

Gee, you think?!

 

The Mad Cappa raises his chair in the air for the crowd to see, then enters the ring. The Mad Cappa has a sick look on his face filled with rage.

 

Jesse:

Oh no. He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do, is he?

 

JR:

Oh I think so!

 

Jesse:

But does he realize that if he uses that chair on PRL, he loses the match, and loses the title shot

JR:

Cappa does not care about the title, Jes. All he cares about is beating the hell out of Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

Jesse:

THE MAD CAPPA IS AN IDIOT!

 

The crowd begins chanting “MAKE HIM BLEED! MAKE HIM BLEED! MAKE HIM BLEED!”

 

JR:The crowd is chanting, “Make him bleed! Make him bleed! Make him bleed!”

 

Jesse:

They want to see blood? They’re savages. Don’t listen to these fans for once in your life, Cappa! Don’t hit PRL with that chair! Please don’t!

 

The Mad Cappa waits for PRL to get up. The referee begs for Cappa to stop, but Cappa shoves the referee down. Cappa has a sick smile on his face waiting for PRL to slowly get up.

 

JR:

GET HIM! GET HIM!

 

Suddenly, Mr. Boricua comes running to the ring. Tha Puerto Rican’s bodyguard goes right after Cappa, but Cappa uses the chair on Mr. Boricua. Boricua doesn’t go down, so Cappa gives him another chair shot. When that doesn’t work, Cappa gives Boricua a BUST A CAP.

 

JR:

BUST A CAP! MR. BORICUA IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

 

Jesse:

Get them, Lightning Crew! Take out Cappa!

 

JR:

Talk about unbiased announcing.

 

The crowd starts booing as more Lightning Crew members run to the ring. Thomas Rodriguez and Colombian Heat enter next. They each receive a chair shot to their heads. Colombian Heat gets a BUST A CAP for his troubles.

 

JR:

COLOMBIAN HEAT AND THOMAS RODRIGUEZ ARE DOWN!

 

Cuban Wall saunters down to the ring, but a chair shot to the head by Cappa takes him back out.

 

JR:

AND NOW CUBAN WALL IS GONE! THERE IS NO ONE ELSE LEFT! THE LIGHTNING CREW ARE ALL INCAPACITATED!

 

Jesse:

SOMEBODY STOP THE MAD CAPPA! HE’S GONE INSANE!

 

The Mad Cappa looks at a struggling Lightning. Finally, Lightning gets up, and The Mad Cappa smashes a chair shot over his head to a loud pop. The referee calls for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*JR:

THE MATCH IS OVER! THE MAD CAPPA HAS LOST THE MATCH AND HIS SHOT AT THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!

 

Jesse:

THAT IDIOT!

 

JR:

BUT I DON’T THINK THAT THE MAD CAPPA CARES ABOUT THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE! I DON’T THINK THE MAD CAPPA CARES ABOUT LOSING THE MATCH! I THINK ALL THE MAD CAPPA CARES ABOUT IS CRIPPLING PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!!

 

Jesse:

He is a man possessed. The Mad Cappa should be locked up!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning has blood dripping from his forehead. The Mad Cappa slams the chair over PRL’s ribs several times. The crowd boos loudly and chants “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” The Mad Cappa thinks he has won the match, but the referee, after several tries, tells him he’s lost and orders him to stop attacking PRL. The bell rings several times, but Cappa is still attacking PRL.

 

Gary Michael Cappatetta:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification…. and STILL OAOAST NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION, PUERTO RICANNNNNNNNNNNN LIGHTNNNNINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

 

The crowd boos loudly. Cappa goes ballistic as he realizes that he didn’t win the North American title and starts pounding the shit out of PRL. The crowd is going crazy! Lightning tries to attack Cappa, but Cappa turns around to deliver another BUST A CAP.

 

JR:

That makes it 11 BUST A CAPS for Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

Jesse:

STOP THAT MAN!

 

Cappa rolls out of the ring to give X a BUST A CAP. Puerto Rican Lightning gets up, dazed, and goes after Cappa again, but Cappa grabs PRL’s legs, and slaps on the Walls of Cappa on Lightning. The crowd is cheering very loudly. The referee tells him it’s over and for him to let go. Cappa ignores the ref and continues to hold on while Cappa is also in pain for straining his back! The ref does a four count.

 

1……

 

2…...

3…...

 

4!

 

The ref tries to physically break them apart. Cappa lets go and delivers a BUST A CAP on the ref. Cappa goes right back to slap on the Walls of Cappa again on Lightning as he tries to crawl out. A whole group of referees run out to try to break it up. Cappa still doesn’t let go. Lightning taps out, but Cappa still holds on.

 

JR:

CAPPA IS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED! HE WANTS TO FINISH PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING ONCE AND FOR ALL! THIS MATCH IS OVER, BUT THE FIGHT CONTINUES! THE BATTLE MAYBE OVER, BUT THE WAR HAS JUST BEGUN!!!

 

Cappa lets go and starts fighting with the referees! He takes them all down with BUST A CAPS. The crowd is going nuts. The Mad Cappa throws PRL over the top rope. The Lightning Crew are struggling to get up. PRL is bleeding. The Mad Cappa drags PRL to a barricade and lays his neck on it. The crowd begins cheering, as they know exactly what Cappa is planning on doing. The Mad Cappa grabs the ring bell from the timekeeper’s table and poses with it.

 

Jesse:

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! The Mad Cappa is not doing what I think he is going to do is he? He can’t do it? Can he?

 

JR:

KNOWING WHAT CAPPA IS CAPABLE OF WHEN HE IS IN RAGE, I WOULDN’T PUT HIM?

 

Jesse:

Does Cappa really want PRL to feel what he felt those 3 months? Does he really want to cripple him? Is he that evil? Is he that insane?

 

JR:

I LIKE TO LOOK AT IT AS PRL GETTING EXACTLY WHAT HE DESERVES!

 

The Mad Cappa hypes the crowd up some more and heads to the top rope with the ring bell in his hands. The crowd chants, “Make him bleed!” some more as PRL rests on the barricade.

 

JR:

THE MAD CAPPA IS LOOKING TO CRUSH PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING’S LAYRNX! ISN’T THAT IRONIC?

 

Jesse:

This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening at all!

The Mad Cappa gets in position to slam the ring bell onto PRL’s throat. The crowd is going crazy waiting for Cappa to jump off from the top rope and attack.

 

JR:

CAPPA IS GOING TO MAKE PRL FEEL WHAT HE FELT FOR THREE MONTHS!!!

 

Suddenly, someone new runs to the ring wearing a Lightning Crew T-Shirt. It’s a small, tan man who looks 5””0. He is wearing a red luchadore mask with a spider-web on it, black and red gloves, black elbowpads, red baggy pants with FLY down the sides, and black boots.

 

JR:

What the? Who’s this?

 

Jesse:

It looks like a Lightning Crew fan!

 

The masked luchadore enters the ring and pushes the ring ropes causing The Mad Cappa to fall onto the ringpost and drop the ring bell.

 

JR:

WHAT THE? WHAT? WHAT THE HELL? WHAT? WHAT IS THAT MAN DOING! WHY IS HE DOING THIS? IS THAT---NO! DON’T—DON’T! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING! IS. Is. IS THAT MAN APART OF THE LIGHTNING CREW? IS? THAT? POSSIBLE? IT CAN’T BE! IT JUST CAN’T! WHY?!!

 

Jesse:

It looks more and more obvious by the minute.

 

The masked luchadore beats on The Mad Cappa on the turnbuckle and gives him a hurricarana. The crowd boos loudly as the luchadore whips Cappa to the ropes and gives him a spinning wheel kick. The luchadore waits for Cappa to get up…and follows with a top rope hurricarana. The crowd is in awe of this young man and wondering why he is doing this.

 

Jesse:

I THINK WE HAVE JUST MET THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW!

 

JR:

NO! DAMNIT! PRL HAS RECRUITED ANOTHER BRAINWASHED MEMBER!

 

The masked luchadore beats on Cappa some more then whips him to the ropes. He then puts him on the top rope and climbs up with him. They are both at the top rope when the masked luchadore puts Cappa behind him and grabs his arms. The masked luchadore brings The Mad Cappa down with an Unprettier from the top rope.

 

JR:HE IS THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! THAT MASKED MAN HAS JOINED THE LIGHTNING CREW! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! CAPPA HAS BEEN LEFT BATTERED AND BEATEN THANKS TO THIS MAN.

 

Jesse:

Too bad he isn’t bloody!

 

JR:

Will you stop?

 

The crowd comes to a realization that the man in the ring is the newest member of the Lightning Crew. They begin booing in response to this and chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” because of it. The Lightning Crew come to with Vitamin X and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez taking Puerto Rican Lightning off the barricade and helping him into the ring. The masked luchadore tells the other LC members to attack.

 

JR:

THAT SON OF A BITCH PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING HAS BRAINWASHED SOMEONE ELSE TO JOINING THE LIGHTNING CREW!!! WHY? TELL ME WHY? WHY?

 

Jesse:

That masked man must be smart. He joined the Lightning Crew. He must be intelligent! PRL didn’t brainwash him, he joined because he wanted to. He made a great decision! HA! HA!

 

The crowd boos loudly. The Mad Cappa lies in the ring in pain, clutching his neck as the Lightning Crew laid boots into him. They are all in pain and in daze but they still attack a prone Cappa.

 

JR:

CAPPA WAS CAUGHT BY SURPRISE AND IS PAYING FOR IT!!!

 

Jesse:

JUST LIKE MAY 27, 2003, THE MAD CAPPA ENDS HIS NIGHT ON HIS BACK IN PAIN! HA! HA! HA!

 

Cuban Wall heads to the ropes and gives Cappa the Lightning Crew Splash. The Lightning Crew all pose over the defenseless Cappa including the newest member of the group, the masked luchadore. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez helps PRL into the ring where he laughs evilly. He slaps Cappa in the face a few times, then poses for the crowd to boo. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” once again. Lightning high fives the newest member of the Lightning Crew and raises his hand to the crowd.

 

Jesse:

IT’S OFFICAL! HE IS THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! HE IS THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE GREATEST WRESTLING STABLE EVER!!

JR:

I can’t believe it! The Mad Cappa was surprised and paid for it! Why? Tell me why someone else would want to join this crew!

 

::Lightning circles the beaten Cappa and demands a microphone. The crowd boos loudly as Cappa clutches his stomach in pain. The Lightning Crew are stand over The Mad Cappa with PRL, who is still bleeding, on the mic.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

CAPPA! THE MAD CRAPPA! YOU BIG PIECE OF TRAILER PARK OF TRASH! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU WANTED TO FIGHT ME? YOU WANTED A WAR? WELL, YOU GOT IT! I HATE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL AND I WILL SEE TO IT THAT IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I EVER FIGHT YOU AGAIN!!!

 

::The crowd boos loudly.::

 

JR:

WHAT THE HELL IS PRL DOING NOW?!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

BUT! BUT! YOU HAVE ONE…AND THA PUERTO RICAN MEANS ONE MORE SHOT. ONE MORE CHANCE! IF YOU DO NOT SUCEED, IT’S OVER! WE NEVER MEET AGAIN! IT WILL END! GAME OVER! THE BOTTOM OF THE 9TH INNING! YOU AND I WILL NEVER INTERTWINED. AS FAR AS I’M CONCERN, WE WILL BE DEAD TO EACH OTHER!!!

 

::A close-up of Mad Cappa in pain.::

 

PRL (Continuing):

HERE IS HOW IT IS GOING TO GO DOWN CRAPPA! STARTING THIS WEEK ON INTENSEZONE! YOU, MAD CAPPA, ARE GOING TO BE INVOLVED IN WHAT I LIKE TO CALL THE LIGHTNING CREW GAUNTLET! HERE ARE THE RULES: YOU MUST TAKE ON A MEMBER OR MEMBERS OF THE LIGHTNING CREW, IN ANY MATCH I WANT, AGAINST ANY MEMBER I WANT, ANYTIME I WANT IN MATCHES SANCTIONED BY THE OAOAST! IF YOU DEFEAT EACH AND EVERY MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW IN THESE MATCHES, AND I MEAN ALL OF THEM, THEN YOU WILL RECEIVE ONE MORE MATCH AGAINST ME FOR MY BELTS! BUT IF YOU LOSE…IF YOU LOSE CAPPA…YOU AND I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FIGHT EACH OTHER AGAIN! YOU HEAR THAT CAPPA! IF YOU LOSE ONE MATCH! YOU LOSE IT ALL!!! THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES! THIS IS ONE TIME ONE TIME ONLY YOU BASTARD!!! YOU ONLY GET ONE SHOT! ONE OPPTURNITY TO DO THIS! AND IF YOU FAIL, IT’S DONE! OVER! FINISH! FOREVER!!! NEVER AGAIN!!! I AM DEAD TO YOU AND YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!!! IF YOU LOSE CAPPA, YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR MATCH AGAINST ME! YOU WILL NEVER FIGHT ME! WE WILL NEVER CROSS EACH OTHER’S PATH AGAIN! YOU WILL HAVE TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WONDERING WHAT IF YOU FOUGHT ME? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU DEFEATED ME?

 

::More booing.::

 

JR:

Can PRL do this? This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair at all!

 

PRL:

AND CAPPA, I AM SO DAMN SURE THAT YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE THE ONSLAUGHT OF THE LIGHTNING CREW, THAT I’VE SIGN A WRITTEN CONTRACT WITH DAN BLACK ENSURING YOU YOUR MATCH AGAINST ME, SHOUD YOU, BY LUCK, BY A MIRACLE, OR BY A LIGHTNING STRIKE, DEFEAT EACH MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW. AND THE CONTRACT ALSO STATES THAT I CAN ADD ONLY ONE MORE MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW DURING THE LIGHTNING CREW GAUNTLET! OF COURSE, THE GAUNTLET WILL NOT LAST MORE THAN ONE WEEK SO I HAVE NO PROMBLEM WITH THAT!

 

JR:

This is horrible.

 

Puerto Rican:

SO, THIS IS IT! YOUR LAST SHOT! ONE MORE CHANCE TO TAKE ME ON! IF YOU CAN DO IT, YOU GOT YOUR MATCH! IF NOT, YOU NEVER BUG ME AGAIN! AND IT’S WRITTEN IN BLACK AND WHITE SO I CANNOT BACK OUT OF IT SHOULD YOU ACTUALLY WIN. IT IS CERTIFIED BY THE OAOAST BOARD OF DIRECTORS, DAN BLACK, AND STEPHEN JOSEPH SO EVEN YOUR “FRIENDS” HAVE AGREED TO DO THIS! CAPPA, YOU HAVE NO CHANCE IN HELL OF BEATING ALL 7 MEMBERS OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! YOU BETTER PRAY TO WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN THAT YOU SURVIVE THE POWER OF THE LC!

 

::PRL kicks Cappa in the stomach one more time. He stands over him and grabs his head.::

 

P.R.:

This week on IntenseZone, you begin the Gauntlet against the NEWEST MEMBER of the Lightning Crew, SPANISH FLY! Good luck, Mad Cappa. BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO NEED IT! WATCH OUT FOR THE LIGHTNING STRIKES, BOY, BECAUSE YOU, THE MAD CAPPA, ARE GOING TO SUFFER A LIGHTNING CREW NIGHTMARE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

 

::”Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)” begins to play again. PRL kicks Cappa in the face one more time then grabs the OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Championship belts and pose with them. The Lightning Crew yell obscenities at The Mad Cappa who is still on the mat clutching his stomach. The Lightning Crew pose over the fallen Cappa.::

 

JR:A Lightning Crew Gauntlet? Is PRL actually making Cappa go through this? Is the OaOasT actually letting PRL do this?

 

Jesse:

You heard what PRL said. Dan Black, Stephen Joseph and the OaOasT Board of Directors have given Puerto Rican Lightning permission to do this, so I guess it’s legit. Which is good, since Cappa will have to go through 7 members of the Lightning Crew to win. Which is A LOT of work since who knows what kind of matches or how many people PRL will make Cappa fight!

JR:

And you heard what PRL said. He said that if Cappa does not win, he and Tha Puerto Rican never fight ever again!

 

Jesse:

A great idea! PRL softens up Cappa. He could fight for 7 straight weeks or fight 2, 3, or 4 at a time! It’s great!

 

JR:

BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT PRL HAS ADDED A NEWER MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW!

 

Jesse:

And one more member left according to the contract!

 

JR:

SPANISH FLY. THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

 

Jesse:

PRL is making his army bigger and bigger. He wants to create the greatest group of wrestlers in the world, and he is doing a good job so far!

 

::The Lightning Crew exit the ring, with PRL and Spanish Fly arms over their shoulders. PRL thanks Fly for joining. The Mad Cappa is still in the ring in pain. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”::

 

JR:

Starting this week on IntenseZone, The Mad Cappa must go through the entire Lightning Crew; Colombian Heat, Cuban Wall, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Mr. Boricua, Spanish Fly, Thomas Rodriguez, Vitamin X, if he wants a match against the leader, Puerto Rican Lightning! And he starts this week on IntenseZone!

 

Jesse:

The Mad Cappa does not have a prayer!

 

JR:

Does Ragdoll have a prayer in his match against the world champ? Find out because our main event is coming up!

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(The camera cuts backstage, inside the locker room of "The Current Big Thing" Brock Ausstin. Brock stares long and hard into a full length. To the side of Brock, stands the vile and corrupt Agent of the Beast, Rick Heyross. Rick stares a hole through Brock, as Brock just stares into the mirror.)

 

Heyross: Brock.....you know tonight is the night. Tonight, you finish what you started with Panther. This little bastard has gotten under my skin for the last time. I'm sick of him! Week after week, all he has been doing is being a pain in the ass! I'm sick of it, Brock! Tonight, you finish the job! You took out his little girlfriend! She's never coming back, Brock! NEVER! YOU KILLED HER BROCK! YOU MURDERED HER! SHE IS DEAD! DEAD! And tonight Brock....you are going to do the same to Panther. Brock, you are going to put your hands around his throat, until he stops breathing. Until he can't walk, UNTIL HE CAN'T STAND ANYMORE!! BROCK, YOU WILL CRIPPLE PANTHER!!

 

(Brock just stares into the mirror, nodding his head, showing his agent that he understands.)

 

Heyross: Now, Brock. Northstar has made this match Unsanctioned by the OAOAST. That means no referees. That means there are no pin falls. No submissions. But Northstar said, that he is putting this on the air, because it's an easy moneymaker. Who doesn't want to see little Panther get mauled by The Current Big Thing? Huh? But he said tonight is the last night, that you two will ever get a shot at each other. Brock. Listen to me. You aren't going to lose. You can't lose. You are The Current Big Thing. You are going to beat Panther. You are going to destroy Panther. YOU ARE GOING TO MURDER PANTHER! BROCK! GO KILL PANTHER!!!

 

(Brock gives off a loud yell, and turns towards the door. Brock swings the door open, and walks out....

INTO A CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL FROM PANTHER!!! Heyross lets out a loud girly scream, as Brock stumbles back into the locker room. Panther follows in, and nails another sick chair shot to the skull of Brock!!! Brock falls to the floor, as Heyross jumps at Panther. But Panther just swings the chair, and nails Heyross in the skull with the chair!! Heyross instantly falls to the ground!!!)

 

Cole: Are we on? Right now? Coach, we're on!

 

Coach: I know, baby. The Coach is ALWAYS on. If you get what I'm sayin.

 

Cole: Ummmm.......sure......

 

Coach: Why do we have to do this anyway? Isn't this Unsanctioned? The Coach needs some time off, baby.

 

Cole: The referee's have off. But not us!

 

Coach: Not fair.

 

(Brock struggles up to his feet, as Panther turns his attention back to the Current Big Thing. Panther toss the chair down onto the floor with a loud thud, grabs Brock by the back of his tights, AND SHOVES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE MIRROR!!! The mirror breaks into a thousand pieces, as Brock falls to the ground, holding his head!!)

 

Coach: Oh Jesus! Good thing we didn't miss any of the action!

 

Cole: What a way to start this match!

 

Coach: These two hate each other so much, they are willing to murder the other!

 

(Brock crawls away from the glass shards, but Panther is right behind him. Panther reaches down, and picks up a large piece of glass. Panther stands over Brock, and grabs Brock by the little bit of hair on his head, and pulls him up to a standing position on his knees. Panther looks deep into the eyes of the monster, and STARTS TO CUT BROCK ACROSS THE FOREHEAD WITH THE GLASS!!!!!!!)

 

Cole: OH MY GOD!!

 

Coach: THAT'S SICK!!!

 

(Heyross squeals in the background, as blood pours all over the face of Brock. Brock gets his massive arms up, as he pushes the glass shard out of Panther's hands, and pushes Panther away. Brock falls face first to the floor, screaming in pain. Panther walks over to wear he threw his chair, and calmly picks it back up. Panther turns towards Brock, but Brock is already on his feet, and charges at Panther. Brock wraps his giant arms around Panther's waist, and runs straight into the door, knocking the door off it's hinges, and throwing both of them out of the locker room!!)

 

Coach: Only a couple of minutes into the match, and already blood has been spilt!

 

(Brock stumbles to his feet, and tries to stop the blood pouring from his skull with his hands. Brock stumbles down a hallways, grabbing onto the walls, dazed and confused due to the sneak attack. On the other end, Panther gets to his feet. Panther runs after Brock, not to let him get away. Brock stumbles away, but Panther attacks him from behind with elbows to the back. Brock pushes Panther back first into a wall, but Panther jumps back on him with the elbows and punches. Brock pushes Panther away again, but Panther again jumps back on him. Brock pushes Panther away for the third time......AND PANTHER GOES STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WALL!!!!)

 

Coach: THE STRENGTH OF BROCK AUSSTIN!!

 

Cole: Brock pushed Panther straight through that wall, into the next room!!!

 

Coach: Maybe Panther is in the women's locker room! MAYBE HE IS LOOKING AT CRYSTAL!! NOT CRYSTAL!!!

 

Cole: Coach, calm down......HEY! IS THAT A PICTURE OF CRYSTAL IN A SCHOOL GIRLS OUTFIT????

 

Coach: IT'S MINE I SAY! ALL MINE!!

 

Cole: You sick fuc......ummmm, oh yes, the match!

 

(Brock follows Panther into the next room, grabbing the young high flyer by the hair, and pulling him up to his feet. Brock lifts Panther up onto his shoulders, and walks out of the room. Brock starts to make his way back down the hallway, AND IS HEADING FOR THE RING SIDE AREA!!)

 

Coach: Brock is on his way out here, with Panther! Hey! They are right behind us!

 

Cole: Fa Shizzle!

 

(Brock indeed walks out from the backstage area, and walks out from behind Coach and Cole. Brock walks past all the fans, who are cheering for Panther to get up. Behind Brock, follows his agent, Rick Heyross, trying to dodge the shots from the audience. Brock makes it to the ring, and in one swift motion, tosses Panther over the top rope into the ring. Brock goes to enter the ring, but Heyross stops him midway. Brock turns to Heyross, and Heyross points under the ring. Brock gets the hint, and Brock quickly lifts the ring apron, and reaches under the ring, before pulling out a table!!)

 

Cole: Brock is pulling out the hardware now!

 

Coach: No Doubt, Playa!

 

(Brock pulls the table up, and goes to slide it into the ring.....but Panther is already back on his feet, and baseball slides into the table, knocking Brock down to the floor!!)

 

Cole: There is some fight left in that little guy!

 

Coach: Panther is fighting, not for himself, but also for his girlfriend Cole. He's putting his heart into this, and is fighting for someone he loves. He wants to punish Brock as much as he can!

 

(Panther grabs the table off the ground, and unhinges one side's legs. Panther walks to the steel post, and leans the table up against it. Panther turns around....as Brock charges at him!!!!!)

 

Cole: HERE COMES THE PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

(Brock dives at Panther, aiming for the spear, but Panther jumps out of the way!!! Brock goes head first through the table!!!)

 

Cole: Brock missed The Pain, and goes straight through the table!!

 

(Brock jumps right back to his feet, not wanting to stay in one spot while hurt, stumbles around, as Panther leaps at him, wrapping his arms around Brock's head, and dropping Brock face first into the floor with a Panther Cutter!!!!)

 

Cole: PANTHER CUTTER!!

 

Coach: How do you win this match though?

 

Cole: I don't know. There are no referee's around...

 

(Panther jumps to his feet, and jumps up and down as the crowd cheers him on. Heyross screams for Brock to get up, but Brock just lies there, blood now covering his whole face, and turning most of his blond-ish hair red. Panther turns towards the camera, and quickly grabs the camera away from the camera man. Panther turns back towards Brock, but Rick Heyross jumps in his way! Heyross starts screaming at Panther, doing anything to give his client some time. Panther swings the camera, and connects with Heyross' big head, knocking him to the floor!!)

 

Coach: YES! About time Heyross got what was coming to him!

 

(Panther turns back towards the now rising Brock. Panther lifts the camera over head, but Brock jumps to his feet, grabbing Panther up into the air onto his shoulders!! Brock spins Panther over, and lifts him over head in a military press position, and turns towards the steel post!!!)

 

Coach: NO!!

 

Cole: HE'S GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!!

 

Coach: THIS IS HOW HE INJURED POOR TINA!!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!

 

(Brock gets ready to launch Panther rib first into the steel post, but Panther begins to shake himself out of it. Brock tries to hold on, but Panther falls backwards, landing on his feet. Panther, still holding the chord connecting to the camera, throws the chord over Brock's throat, and jumps onto his back, trying to choke the big man out!!!)

 

Cole: He is using the cable chord to choke Brock out!

 

Coach: But what happens if he chokes him out? What then?

 

(Brock struggles around, trying to get the smaller man off his back. But with Panther cutting off the circulation to his brain, it’s not working to well. Brock violently shakes at Panther, but Panther holds his grip tight on the chord. Brock starts to lose his speed, and slows down. Brock begins to stumble around, losing his balance........BEFORE RUNNING BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST, CRUSHING PANTHER IN BETWEEN!!!!)

 

Cole: Panther was crushed in between the nearly 300 pound monster, and the steel ring post!

 

Coach: Brock is doing anything possible to get out of this.

 

(Brock stumbles forward, but Panther still has a firm grip around his neck. Brock falls backwards again, and AGAIN driving Panther back into the steel post. Brock walks forward, and AGAIN drives Panther into the steel ring post. Brock walks forward again, AND ONCE MORE DRIVES PANTHER INTO THE RING POST. Panther lets go of the chord, and collapses to the mat. Brock pulls the chord off of his neck, and starts to take in deep breathes, trying to get everything back together.)

 

Coach: Do you know how hard it must of been for Brock to get out of that?

 

Cole: Brock just showing why he is the Current Big Thing. He’s like Superman!

 

Coach: Or Evil Superman!

 

Cole: Yeah...that one.

 

(Heyross gets to his feet, and looks at Brock, as Brock lets out a murderous roar. Brock grabs the chord, and stomps over to Panther. Brock grabs Panther by his hair, and pulls him up to his knees. Brock violently whips the chord around Panther’s neck. Brock pulls Panther up to his feet, using the chord tied around his neck, and quickly wraps it around the steel post. Brock pulls on the end of the chord, as he stares at Panther, trying to struggle to loose the chord from around his neck!!!)

 

Cole: HE IS GOING TO KILL PANTHER!!! PANTHER CAN’T BREATH!!!

 

Coach: THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!!

 

(Panther tries to loosen the chord from around his neck, while swinging his legs around, trying to do ANYTHING to get out. Brock just stares at him, straight into his eyes, with the wound on his forehead, and blood covering his face. Heyross stands on the other side of the ring, laughing, as he watches his enemy lose oxygen. The fans around the arena boo, as Panther, slowly starts to drift in and out of consciousness. Brock holds on tight to the chord, as he uses his free hand to wipe across his face. Brock looks at his blood covered hand, then smears his own blood across the face of Panther, as Panther finally passes out. Heyross turns towards the time keeper, and screams at him to ring the bell.)

 

Cole: OH COME ON!

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Coach: This match is over!

 

Cole: He strangled Panther into unconsciousness!!

 

(Heyross screams at Gary Michael Capetta to announce Brock the winner.)

 

 

GMC: Ummm, the winner of this Non-Sanctioned match up.....”The Current Big Thing” Brock Ausstin!!!

 

Cole: BROCK IS STILL HOLDING ONTO THE CORD!! LET GO BROCK!!

 

Coach: YOU’LL KILL HIM!!

 

(Brock holds onto the chord for a couple more seconds, before releasing it, allowing Panther to fall face first to the floor, with the chord still wrapped around his neck. Brock looks up at the ceiling, and lets out a blood curdling scream in victory, as Rick Heyross applauds him from the side. “Punishment” by Bio-Hazard starts up, as Brock and Heyross begin to make their way up the ramp.)

 

Cole: That was a gruesome match, and thank God it’s finally over!

 

Coach: Brock Ausstin is despicable. First, he injures poor Tina, then he actually tries to murder Panther!! HE IS SICK!!

 

Cole: I know, Coach. I know.

 

Coach: I don’t know if I can even announce for the rest of the show. I’m sick to my stomach.

 

COLE

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for tonight’s main event, Ragdoll versus Calvin Szechstein in a submissions-only cage match!

 

COACH

I don’t believe the OAOAST has ever seen a match of this kind before, and it should certainly be an interesting encounter between two men who don’t use submissions much… if at all.

 

CABOOSE

Indeed, Coach, as neither of these men has defined a signature submission. Both Calvin and Ragdoll are coming into this match with no real knowledge of what the opponent will be targeting, which means we’ll be in for some interesting grapples and counter-grapples from both men.

 

COACH

I don't mean to stir the pot or anything. But, Cabmaster, what do you think Ragdoll's persona and his mental makeup?

 

CABOOSE

I don't think much of Ragdoll's attitude.

 

COLE

What do you mean?

 

CABOOSE

His little "drug" problem

 

COLE

He is fighting it...

 

CABOOSE

That he may, but I dont think he is a fit person to represent this great company especially as OUR World Champion, but thats just my opinion...

 

COACH

Each to their own I guess.

 

COLE

Let’s go to Gary Michael Cappetta for a brief description of the rules!

 

We fade to a shot of Gary Michael Cappetta, standing in the middle of the ring. Every light in the arena is down except for a single spotlight, illuminating Cappetta, and there is a feeling of tension in the air as he begins to speak.

 

CAPPETTA

Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. This contest will start in a cage, but the wrestlers may leave it at any time, and the first submission to occur anywhere in the building will decide the winner. And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

 

The crowd begins buzzing, making a little bit of noise as Cappetta continues.

 

CAPPETTA

Introducing first… the challenger!

 

“Handsome Devil” by the Smiths comes over the loudspeakers, and before the opening riff ends the boos are off the charts! Ragdoll comes out, a lit cigarette in his hand, and it seems the cancer stick is only a lightning rod for boos! The steel cage begins to fall around Cappetta as Ragdoll stubs out his cigarette on the turnbuckle, sliding into the ring. He seems to be a paler version of himself, but still has a determined look on his face as Cappetta makes the introduction.

 

CAPPETTA

Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighing in at one-hundred and seventy-four pounds, representing the Rat Pack, YOUR number one contender to the OAOAST Heavyweight championship… I give you, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG-DOOOOOOLL!

 

The fans boo even louder, but their boos quickly subside as Cappetta continues…

 

CAPPETTA

And his opponent… the CHAMPION…

 

“THREE TWO ONE!”

 

“I’M THE BOMB!”

 

The crowd goes NUTS, as Calvin Szechstein steps out from behind the curtain! His face is obscured by the velour jacket he wears, and the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship is slung over his left shoulder. He takes down the hood, revealing a bit of a nervous expression as he walks down to the ring, where the cage is fully lowered. Calvin climbs up the ring steps, stepping into the ring, and as he does referee Nick Soapdish takes the OAOAST title, handing it to a ring official. Cappetta leaves the ring, making his introduction on the way out as Soapdish closes the cage door.

 

CAPPETTA

Weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-seven pounds, he hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, representing Totally Endorsed, he is the OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… CAAAAAAAAAAL-VIN SZEEEEEEEEEEEECH-STEEEEEEIN!

 

“CAL – VIN! CAL – VIN!”

 

COLE

Listen to this reaction for Calvin Szechstein, Coach!

 

COACH

These fans have taken a liking to Calvin over the past few weeks, but he’s a well-known snake in the grass – you just don’t know when he’s going to stab you in the back!

 

CABOOSE

The mark of a true great, if I do say so myself.

 

Soapdish calls for the bell…

 

*DING DING DING*

 

…and this contest is underway!

 

Calvin and Ragdoll stare each other dead in the eyes, both men feeling the other out, looking for them to make the first move and give some clue as to their strategy. This cat-and-mouse game could go on for hours, and if left to one man’s devices it very well might, but it takes two to tango and Calvin does not play by anybody else’s rules.

 

Angrily, Szechstein makes the first move, charging at Ragdoll! The smaller Ragdoll sidesteps the charge, but Szechstein changes his charge into a bounce off the ropes, and comes flying back at Ragdoll, nailing him with a clubbing blow to the face! Ragdoll hits the mat hard, but gets right back to his feet, staring cold daggers into Szechstein, who is already breathing harder than normal.

 

COLE

If there was any question before, it’s erased now – this heavyweight title match is ON!

 

Ragdoll and Szechstein begin to circle nervously around the outside of the ring, both men knowing that they may not be able to walk in a half an hour – but neither of them care, as the title is on the line and at the moment, this is all that matters. Ragdoll makes the first stride, and just as quickly Szechstein charges towards the middle of the ring. Calvin looks to lock up, but Ragdoll has obviously been studying, and he catches Calvin with a drop toe hold instead of doing the predictable lock-up! Caught by surprise, Calvin falls flat on the mat, and Ragdoll gets up quickly to take advantage by running to the ropes, coming back and dropping a monster knee across the back of Calvin’s neck! Szechstein grabs his neck in pain, rolling over onto his back as he holds it, and Ragdoll quickly starts laying in boots to the head while the referee, helpless to do anything about it, simply lets Ragdoll stomp away. Calvin rolls away from the handsome devil, getting to his feet and staring coldly at Rags.

 

COLE

Look at the viciousness in Ragdoll’s steps, Coach! He is not a happy customer!

 

Szechstein grins a bit as he stares at Ragdoll, who by now is on his feet and mighty upset. The challenger levels a knee at Calvin’s gut, the setup for the Implant DDT… but Calvin grabs Ragdoll under the knee! He steps over Ragdoll’s leg with the right foot… and then whips his left leg up, jumping a bit to kick Ragdoll in the GODDAMN FACE~! The crowd pops for the stepover whipkick as Szechstein rolls through and gets to his feet, tilting his head a bit to the left side so as to prevent it from being stiff as he brushes the hair out of his face, preparing for his next move.

 

COLE

Szechstein catches Ragdoll with a nice stepover kick there!

 

Calvin grabs Ragdoll by his long dark hair, lifting the challenger to his feet and grabbing him around the neck, in position for a DDT! Szechstein raises one arm in the air, the now-universal signal for a Final Cut as the crowd erupts, waiting for the huge mark so that they can mark out! But just as before, Ragdoll knows the move and knows how to counter, catching Calvin with a slick kidney punch that cause Calvin to double over a bit, still keeping his grip on Ragdoll’ neck but loosening it up a little – not much, but enough for the feisty challenger to wrap his own arm around Calvin’s neck and reverse it into a vertical suplex! Ragdoll stands up, now, shaking out his neck a little bit before grabbing Szechstein by the hair, lifting Calvin to his feet.

 

COACH

Szechstein looks for the Final Cut on Ragdoll, but the stronger Ragdoll has seen that move before and made it into a vertical suplex!

 

CABOOSE

Quite the cagey counter by our resident Las Vegan, and Szechstein’s going to have to make sure that Ragdoll doesn’t get him in the air so much – if Ragdoll can keep Calvin off the mat, as has been proved in several matches before… he owns him.

 

Ragdoll grabs Calvin around the neck, looking for a chokeslam as the crowd erupts, looking forward to seeing the big impact!... but they are once again robbed, as Szechstein swings his boot out and rams it right into the jewels of Ragdoll! The stronger Ragdoll loosens his grip on Calvin with his right hand while grabbing his testes with his left, and Szechstein takes advantage of this sudden grip-loosening by grabbing Ragdoll by the arm, removing it from his neck and twisting it around in an arm wrench! Ragdoll, apparently satisfied with the feeling in his phallus, runs towards Calvin with his left arm extended, looking for a shortarm clothesline… but Calvin ducks it!

 

Ragdoll runs right past Calvin, realizing it and turning right around… right into a boot to the gut! Ragdoll pauses, doubling over, but Calvin grabs him by the hair, lifting up to about ¾ of his full height. Calvin lifts up Ragdoll’s head, putting his chin underneath it… and jumping into the air, sitting out with a hard jawbreaker! Ragdoll bounces up, rubbing his jaw in pain… and Calvin runs to the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back with a spinning wheelkick, catching Ragdoll right on the jaw! The stronger Ragdoll staggers backwards, into the ropes near the corner, and Calvin follows him all the way there, springboarding off of the ropes to the side of Ragdoll and dropkicking the feisty challenger right in the face, causing his head to snap back and right into the steel cage! A “HO-LY S**T!” chant breaks out as Ragdoll falls forward, so that the entire arena can see his dark-haired scalp beginning to turn red.

 

COLE

Szechstein with a NASTY springboard dropkick to the face, knocking the back of Ragdoll’s head right into that cage!”

 

COACH

The challenger is reeling, Cole! And it all started from Szechstein’s knowledge of the chokeslam – he took advantage in Ragdoll’s slight delay before the lift, which led right into the bloody mess you see right now!

 

Szechstein stands up, looking at the crowd cheering for the move… and takes a bow for them, causing the crowd to roar even louder! Grinning, Calvin walks over to Ragdoll’s felled body and lifts the feisty challenger to his feet. Calvin grabs Ragdoll by the arm, whipping him into the ropes. Ragdoll lands in the turnbuckle, but instead of following for his usual avalanche Calvin walks over to where Ragdoll is and steps out of the ring, so that he stands on the ring apron. He steps behind the turnbuckle, grabbing Ragdoll by the head and bending him over the turnbuckle with his right arm in Dragon Sleeper position! He applies the pressure to Ragdoll’s neck, bending Ragdoll’s back over the turnbuckle in impressive fashion! Referee Soapdish, powerless to do anything about it, simply allows Calvin to keep Ragdoll in the hold.

 

Calvin begins yelling things at Ragdoll, telling him to “TAP OUT!” and “RESPECT ME!” The crowd, disliking Calvin’s comments, begins a small “RAG – DOLL!” chant, to which the Szechstein fans in the crowd respond with “TAP OUT!” The crowd, now chanting “TAP OUT!” “RAG - DOLL!”, gets louder and louder as the expression on Calvin’s face becomes one of more and more rage as he yells at Ragdoll more and more! The challenger’s arm, suddenly rises, and it quivers, looking like it is about to tap the rope… but instead it grabs Szechstein around the neck, giving him a last-desperation Snapmare! The crowd erupts for the high impact move as Ragdoll, too, falls out of the corner, laying on his stomach next to Szechstein, who is grabbing his neck from the impact of the snapmare. Soapdish, powerless to count them out, simply allows them to lay there as the crowd, bored, begins to chant “GET UP ASS-CLOWNS!”

 

COLE

This crowd is showing no respect for either man, yelling at them to get up after going through some of the most brutal sequences this fed has seen!”

 

CABOOSE

…and we’re only eight minutes in, Cole! Isn’t it great!

 

Szechstein manages to get to his feet first, as Ragdoll is on his knees. In the middle of the ring, Szechstein sets up a chair in sitting position, and the crowd pops for it, wanting to see a big move onto it! Szechstein, obviously appreciative of their applause, gives them a slight wave as he turns back to Ragdoll… who is on his feet and angry! The challenger grabs Calvin around the neck, lifting him up angrily for a vertical suplex… but just as he has done so many times before he does it too fast, allowing the cagey Szechstein to use the momentum Ragdoll provides to him to roll right down Ragdoll’ back, landing back-to-back with the feisty challenger!

 

The two men, back-to-back, are right next to the steel chair, and Szechstein grabs Ragdoll under the arms, bending over and looking to give the huge man a spike backslide, the move SWF great Edwin MacPhisto called the Encore Cross, right onto the steel chair!... but Ragdoll has obviously been watching his SWF tapes lately, as he swings his arms together to break Szechstein’s hold on them! Calvin, surprised that Ragdoll could pull out a counter, quickly stands up… right into the hold for a chokeslam! Ragdoll, again, looks for the chokeslam on Szechstein… but yet again Calvin can see the move telegraphed, and he again levels a kick at Ragdoll’s gut, doubling him over and forcing him to release the chokehold! Quickly, Szechstein grabs Ragdoll in DDT hold, raising one arm quickly before whirling around, grabbing Ragdoll around the neck and giving him a bulldog right onto the mat!

 

COLE

Szechstein scores with the bulldog, but he won’t be able to get the pinfall off of it!

 

CABOOSE

It doesn’t matter anyway, Mitch! Ragdoll will get the submission from Szechstein, even if he has to thoroughly beat him around the head and shoulders to do it!

 

Szechstein gets down on the mat, putting his left leg over Ragdoll’s body and kneeling down in catcher’s position on it. Calvin grabs Ragdoll’s left arm, pulling it behind his left knee. Calvin does the same thing with the right arm, and then puts his left hand underneath Ragdoll’ face! Calvin does the same with the right, locking both hands together across the bridge of the challenger’s nose and pulling as far back as he can, locking Ragdoll into the Gokuraku Clutch! The crowd erupts for Calvin’s signature submission as Ragdoll’ mouth describes the expression of his entire body, dropping open and letting loose sounds of utter pain! Szechstein responds to this nonverbally, pulling Ragdoll’s neck back even further as the challenger’s screams grow louder, and he begins to quiver, the desire to tap there…

 

COLE

Szechstein has Ragdoll locked into the newly-christened Livewire Deathlock! It could be all over here…

 

CABOOSE

I’ve never seen Szechstein lock in a submission this early in a match, but he really wants to end it here, and with everything he’s done to Ragdoll’s neck he just might!

 

Szechstein pulls back even farther on the hold, as far as he can go, and he holds it for a short while, screaming at Ragdoll to tap… but the longer the hold stays locked on, the more obvious it becomes that Ragdoll will not tap. Upset a bit, Szechstein releases the hold with his right hand, shoving Ragdoll’s face into the mat and walking away from the challenger, shaking his head angrily and then turning right around and back to Ragdoll, who is struggling to his feet and shaking his neck out.

 

Calvin doesn’t help Ragdoll’s neck pains any, lifting the champ to his feet and catching him with a couple hooks to the face and then grabbing him by the hair, leading him over to the chair in the middle of the ring. Calvin knees Ragdoll in the back, doubling him over backwards and applying the hold for a reverse DDT. Calvin walks over, the hold still intact, spinning Ragdoll on his axis so he winds up bent over, with his back barely above the chair. Szechstein raises one arm, signaling for the Cadillac Test Drive… but Ragdoll grabs Szechstein by the arm, removing it from his neck and spinning Calvin around into an arm wrench! Ragdoll moves away so that the arm wrench is not over the chair… and then grabs Calvin with his other arm for a chokeslam!

 

COLE

Ragdoll avoids the Cadillac Test Drive, and now he has Calvin set up for a chokeslam!

 

COACH

And again, these two men know each other like the back of their own hands. Ragdoll has had nightmares about that move for weeks, and I’ll bet you that now he knows how to counter it thirty different ways!

 

Szechstein looks for another kick to the nuts… but Ragdoll, expecting it this time, grabs Calvin by the boot with his free hand, leveling a kick at Calvin’s quad! Calvin’s leg falls back down into standing position, and Ragdoll lifts Calvin high into the air, the former champion dangling with Ragdoll’ long, tree branch arm the only thing supporting him… and it quickly thrusts Calvin back to the mat, causing the Endorsed champion to land flat on his back! Szechstein grabs his neck, the first part of him to impact the canvas, in pain, as Ragdoll grabs Calvin again and lifts him to his feet.

 

The challenger goes behind Calvin, standing with Calvin’s back in his stomach and then grabbing Calvin under the arms and forcing his hands together across the back of Calvin’s neck, putting the Endorsed champion in a full nelson! The crowd erupts for Ragdoll’s first submission, and they erupt more when Ragdoll lifts Szechstein up, swinging him back-and-forth in midair with the full nelson still intact! Szechstein’s body dangles like a rag doll and his face is twisted into a mask of pain as he swings back and forth in midair, the crowd roaring for Ragdoll’s display of immense power. Ragdoll’s body, smaller than Szechstein’s, can’t do this forever, though, and he lifts Szechstein up even higher, then throws him down with a full nelson slam! Calvin grabs his neck and Ragdoll grabs his as well, asboth men’s necks have been worked pretty hard thus far.

 

COLE

Ragdoll with the chokeslam, and he follows up with a swinging full nelson into a full nelson slam!

 

CABOOSE

Ragdoll has been eating his beefcake, Cole, and he’s putting it to good use on Szechstein here! His newfound strength could give him the OAOAST Championship!

 

The challenger grabs Calvin by the neck, lifting him to his feet and then kneeing him in the gut. Calvin doubles over, and Ragdoll grabs Calvin and thrusts him into a standing headscissors. The crowd erupts as Ragdoll nonchalantly lifts Calvin up into powerbomb position… but Szechstein falls backwards, even through his dazed state having the state of mind to wrap his legs around Ragdoll’s neck and give him an Arista Records Rana! Ragdoll flips forward, landing flat on his back but his neck absorbing the brunt of the impact. The challenger tries to sit up, but winds up falling back to the mat, grabbing his neck in pain as Szechstein, now standing, grabs his own neck, doubling over with his elbows resting on his knees.

 

COLE

Both men are in immense pain here!

 

COACH

This is turning into a battle of whose neck can hold up better, Cole, and I’ve gotta put my money on Calvin Szechstein.

 

CABOOSE

Go eat some more ass, Coach. Ragdoll is emerging victorious tonight!

 

Calvin turns around, facing Ragdoll and looking for some inspiration in the ring… and, inexplicably, he sees it in the crowd! Szechstein cracks a smile in the middle of the ring, turning back to face Ragdoll and grabbing him by the hair, lifting him to his feet by the hair and leading him over to the cage wall… and rams his face right into it! The crowd “OOOOOH”s, wincing from the face-smash as Szechstein pulls Ragdoll back, revealing a number of thin cuts across Ragdoll’ face. Calvin grabs the feisty challenger by the arm, whipping him to the other side of the ring, following right behind… and clotheslining Ragdoll face-first into the cage as they hit the other side! The crowd, now, is booing Calvin, and Szechstein shrugs as he grabs Ragdoll by the ponytail, pulling him away from the cage… and then violently throwing his face into it! The crowd, now, boos Calvin even harder, as Ragdoll falls away from the cage, his face now streaked with thin lines of blood, making a near-spiderweb across his face. Calvin throws in a couple of kicks at Ragdoll’ face for good measure, drawing even more boos and a small “ASS – HOLE!” chant as Ragdoll simply lies on the mat, possibly unconscious.

 

COLE

Ragdoll is a bloody mess here, Coach, and I have to ask myself if Calvin Szechstein has gone too far!

 

CABOOSE

In any other match he would have, Cole… but this match is for the World title, and you just can’t go far enough after that!

 

Szechstein walks around a little bit, exhaling and twisting his neck in an attempt to shake out all the kinks in it before turning back around, facing Ragdoll’ body, still laying face-up on the mat with blood streaking his face. Calvin grabs Ragdoll by the dark hair, lifting him to his feet as the crowd’s “ASS – HOLE” chant begins to subside. Angrily, Szechstein grabs Ragdoll by the top of his tight black jeans, keeping a hold on his hair as he leans back… and throws Ragdoll face-first into the cage door!

 

“OOOOOOOOOH!”

 

Ragdoll slides down the side of the cage, lying in a heap on the mat as blood begins to flow freely from the cuts on his face. Szechstein grabs him, pulling him back into the ring and lifting him to his feet once more. Calvin grabs Ragdoll by the top of the jeans and the hair once more, lifting him up a little bit…

 

WHAM!

 

…and throwing him into the side of the cage once more! The crowd, now, is viciously booing Szechstein, their “RAG – DOLL!” chants growing in strength as Ragdoll, again, slides down the side of the cage.

 

COLE

Look at the mess Ragdoll is, Coach… he’s barely conscious out there! How can the referee let this continue?

 

CABOOSE

Easy, Cole, it’s a World title match. Someone needs to be dead for this to stop.

 

COACH

If it doesn’t end now, Ragdoll just might end up dead!

 

Ragdoll lies in a heap near the cage door, blood staining his white skater shirt as Calvin looks down at him, a sadistic glare in his eyes, his forehead matted with blood as he grabs Ragdoll by the hair, lifting him into a standing position, leaning against the cage. Calvin grins in a fashion never seen before in OAOAST – a look of pure evil. He climbs to the top turnbuckle…

 

COLE

Good God, Coach, he wouldn’t…

 

And yells out the words “DEVIL DOLL!”

 

CABOOSE

Actually, Michael, I believe he would.

 

Calvin leaps off the turnbuckle, swinging his right leg around and OBLITERATING Ragdoll’s jaw with a knee, and sending Ragdoll’s head literally through the cage! The rest of Ragdoll’s body follows, and he topples through the mesh of the cage, landing in a bloody heap on the floor outside!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

COLE

Coach… that’s not a yo, that could have ended his career!

 

CABOOSE

It certainly killed what ego he has… well, had…

 

Calvin looks down at Ragdoll, on the outside, and then looks at the hole in the cage, the hole he caused by putting Ragdoll’s body through it…

 

And he grins, patting himself on the back.

 

“ASS – HOLE! ASS – HOLE!”

 

Calvin blows off the fans, looking at the ten-foot-high cage walls and getting the sadistic look in his eyes once more. Anger in his steps, Calvin walks over towards a secure part of the cage, grabbing the chain-link wire and climbing it, climbing all the way to the top of the cage and looking down at Ragdoll, unable to even struggle to his feet!

 

COLE

He’s going to add insult to injury right here… God, ref, end this match!

 

Calvin reaches the top of the cage and holds up one arm, yelling out to the crowd, “FUBU FOR FOUR-FIFTY!”

 

“ASS – HOLE! ASS – HOLE!”

 

Calvin leaps! And he flips, four-hundred-and-fifty degrees, falling, falling all…

 

 

 

The way…

 

 

 

Down…

 

BOOM!

 

And landing on Ragdoll’s crumpled body with a FUBU 450 Splash! The crowd boos even louder as Calvin bounces off of Ragdoll, clutching his ribs in pain as he gets to his feet, raising one arm in the air as he senses victory!

 

COLE

This is sick… we know you won too, Calvin! Just end it!

 

CABOOSE

But, Cole, I don’t think Ragdoll is alive enough to let the champion end it!

 

His steps grow even more vicious as Calvin Szechstein lifts Ragdoll to his feet, bringing him over to the ring apron, obviously looking to inflict even more damage…

 

…but no! Ragdoll catches Calvin with a surprise left, knocking the champion off-balance! Ragdoll follows it up, drunk on his own blood, and catches Calvin Szechstein with a right hand that sends him to his knees!

 

“RAG – DOLL! RAG – DOLL!”

 

COLE

YES! WIN IT, RAGDOLL! DO IT FOR ALL OF US!

 

Ragdoll, barely able to put the pieces of the puzzle together, looks down at Szechstein, on one knee, and does the only thing he knows how – he charges forward, balancing precariously on Calvin’s right knee as he swings his own right leg around, looking to catch Calvin in the back of the head with a knee…

 

BUT CALVIN DUCKS! And he gets up as Ragdoll’s leg is swung all the way around, getting to his feet and lifting Ragdoll into Electric Chair Drop position.

 

CABOOSE

Well, Cole, look on the bright side – it was a noble effort.

 

Szechstein turns to the railing, Ragdoll still on his shoulders… and drops him, neck-first, across the rail! Ragdoll flops off of it, landing hard on his back, unmoving as a thin line of blood begins to thicken on his neck. Angrily, Szechstein gets to his feet, as referee Soapdish gets down to check on Ragdoll…

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and then, stands up, calling for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The timekeeper runs over to the referee, asking him what is up. The two have a brief conference, and the timekeeper runs back over to Gary Michael Cappetta, who makes his announcement.

 

CAPPETTA

Ladies and gentlemen, the referees have deemed Ragdoll unfit to continue… as a result, this match is a NO CONTEST… which means that your OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION is STILL CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL-VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN SZECHSTEIN!

 

The crowd boos as Calvin stares, horrorstruck, at Soapdish… and then, his horror turns to anger.

 

And then to rage.

 

Calvin grabs Ragdoll by the hair, lifting him to his feet in blinding anger. The bell rings again…

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Trying to stop Calvin from what he is about to do.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The champion knees Ragdoll in the stomach.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Puts him into a standing headscissors.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Lifts him up, into Styles Clash position.

 

*DING DING DING DING DING*

 

And drops him, neck-first, onto the railing again.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Hordes of officials run out, pulling Szechstein off of Ragdoll, and we get a close-up of Szechstein’s face, eyes bulging, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, rage oozing from every pore…

 

And the OAOAST Championship, handed to him by Nick Soapdish.

 

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OAOAST Bloody, Battered, and Beaten

© OAOAST 2003

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The road to Anglemania starts at

 

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(Fade to black!)

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Credits!!

 

Yours truly

Axel

Caboose

Zack

Papacita

Dama

Crystal/Canadian Chick

Poet

PRL

Parka

Calvin

Cappa

Phoenix Fury Legdrop

 

Have a totally awesome New Year!

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