AngleMania III

[Stephen Joseph 0]

In the beginning, there was an imaginary beltshot.

 

Nonconsequential, the result of one's lust and another's hatred. Much like cancer it spread to others, setting a trend of reciprocating endless mock attacks, some spiteful, most playful. It spread to others, and to others from there.

 

AngleMania

 

The unlikely uncanny, little post that could. A coronation ceremony for one, but a shout, a cry, a beacon of awareness to many. Here we are, this is who we are. Beltshots. The beginning of a trilogy, and everyone involved had no idea what could come next.

 

AngleMania II

 

The OAOAST at its absolute peak, having recovered from a canyon of despair. A moment in which a new man wore the crown...leader...and many more still bitterly upset at those who strode at the top. But for every dark blemish, beauty was abundant. A magnificent stroke of pen, fancy, and the never was or ever will be. A dream realized, a nightmare abated...The mighty had arisen, stolen thunder, and had laid a claim that this was no fad, but something...that lasted. Our child had indeed, grown up.

 

Now the last of the trilogy...the herald of an end? Or the beginning of a new spring? Time cannot tell, but the eventuality must eventually...end. Now though, admist further strife, the OAOAST renews itself for another year of beltshots. Time will...time will tell if a new crown is worn.

 

AngleMania III

 

The grandest showcase of what can never be. Here the old and the new mix, the melding of wild dreams cast against a backdrop of white, black, and a computer screen.

 

We know each other, yet we know nothing.

 

That, this, the esssence of the OAOAST, is what dreams are made of.

 

Whatever that is, it exists between ourselves, and our portal into our flights of fiction.

 

Welcome to the greatest trilogy we never knew.

[Stephen Joseph 0]

JR

Gentleman...and ladies! Welcome to ANGLEMANIA 3. I'm Jim Ross alongside my old time broadcast partner and friend Jesse Ventura.

 

Jesse

And hopefully not much longer!

 

JR

What's that supposed to mean?

 

Jesse

Exactly what I said. Hopefully not longer! Fans, this old bloat was going to tell you about our quality IntenseZone matches tonight, but frankly, I think he's been on his knees way too much for Stephen Joseph and AngleSault recently, so you know that tonight, The Great T-Bod will destory AngleSault and Dan Black will be victorious in the House of Mirrors match.

 

JR

...Son of a ...

 

 

Jesse

Calm down barbeque boy. You'll be able to yell and scream about Puerto Rican Lightning too. But onto the other team, two men who really know each other well, if ya get what I mean...Caboose and...Michael Cole

 

JR

Where is Cole?

 

Cole (climbs out under the HeldDown Announcing Desk)

Right here!

 

JR

What were you doing under there Michael?

 

Jesse

Keeping his job right Caboose?

 

Caboose

(smiles)

 

Cole(Flustered)

 

Coach

Hey Guys, What'd I miss?

 

Cole(Ignoring Coach)

What a great night tonight, with Zack Malibu

 

Caboose

*cough* LOSER

 

Cole(Ignoring Caboose)

taking on Calvin Szechstein for the World Title. Let's send it to Josh Matthews, backstage with our World Heavyweight Champion himself, Calvin Szechstein!

 

We fade to a shot of Matthews and Calvin, standing in front of the OFFICIAL AngleMania III backdrop. Calvin wears an icy expression and a FUBU jersey as Matthews begins.

 

MATTHEWS

Josh Matthews here, with World Heavyweight Champion Calvin Szechstein. Calvin, you've dealt with Zack Malibu a lot over the past year or so, with him stealing the Endorsed Girl, Candie, and you stealing the World title. Now, you hold three victories over Zack Malibu, but you yourself have never actually pinned him, and he has never pinned you.

 

CALVIN

Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I pinned him once.

 

MATTHEWS

Nope... he won a ladder match against you, there aren't any pinfalls in ladder matches. You won a ladder match against him, the same as before. In the Elimination Chamber, Zack Malibu was pinned by Puerto Rican Lightning, and in the Royal Rumble, you pinned Dan Black to retain the title. There has never actually been a pinfall exchanged between the two of you, which means tonight could be considered the rubber match. What are your feelings going into tonight?

 

CALVIN

Josh, my feelings tonight are self-explanatory. I am sick and tired of not getting the respect I deserve as OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. The only thing I haven't done, it seems, is pin Zack Malibu, but tonight, I guarantee you that will happen, and next year come this time I'll be defending the belt against Crystal, while Zack Malibu will be nothing but a distant memory. Mark it down.

 

Calvin walks away calmly, and Matthews looks into the camera.

 

MATTHEWS

Harsh words from Calvin. Let's send it to the ring!

Edited March 28, 2004 by Chuck Woolery

[Stephen Joseph 0]

 

COLE

In his FIRST AngleMania Match, Skull Mask faces Charlie Hoss. What a sick sick man...

 

CABOOSE

Yes I am! Err wait, you meant Charlie Hoss. He sucks!

 

COACH

What an honor for these men to start off AngleMania 3!

 

 

*The Helddown music plays as the fans all stand to cheer on Charlie Hoss. Hoss explodes through the curtain looking fired up for what is in front of him.*

 

ANNOUNCER: Making his way to the ring! The Helddown Chief of Security......CHARLIE HOSS!!!!

 

*The fans all cheer as Hoss jogs down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope exploding to his feet and pumping one fist at the sky.*

 

COLE

The fans are looking forward to this one alright guys! A battle of the big men!

 

COACH

A good old fashioned slobberknocker as a certain fat man would say.

 

CABOOSE

Not even in joking are you to ever say that.

 

*The fans cheers quickly become boo's as "Scarecrow Man" by the Misfits begins playing. The green lights fill the arena as smoke rolls out onto the stage. Skull Mask slowly walks through the curtain with a stoic look on his face. He raises his arms over his head still showing no emotion and then begins his slow walk to the ring.*

 

ANNOUNCER

Making his way to the ring! From Mexico City! Weighing in at 320 pounds.........SKUUUUUULLLL MASK!!!!

 

COLE

I don't know what this guys deal is. He shows absolutely no emotion. I have never seen anything more than the expression he holds right now.

 

*Mask steps over the top rope and enters the ring as the lights come back up. He steps to the middle of the ring and meets Charlie Hoss face to face. The fans all stands and the camera's start flashing as the two big men are eye to eye. Hoss's whole body is shaking as he stands there talking trash to the emotionless statue. Finally Hoss just hauls off and slaps Mask across the face.*

 

COACH

HERE WE GO!

 

Caboose

Not wise by Hoss........not wise.

 

*Mask staggers back a few feet and then returns with a huge haymaker staggering Hoss. The fans all go nuts as the match begins with Mask punching Hoss into the ropes. Mask irish whips him out and goes for a clothesline but Hoss ducks and comes back with hard body block that knocks Skull off his feet. Hoss begins laying the boots in as Mask tries to roll out of the way. He starts to get to his feet but Hoss continues to punch away as he stands eventually punching him into the corner. Hoss irish whips him into the opposite corner and follows in with a big avalanche. The monster slumps in the corner as Hoss starts laying elbows in while Mask lays in the corner. Hoss steps back as Mask staggers out of the corner towards him and lifts him up and powerslams him back down. Mask shows no evidence of being in pain except for grabbing his lower back. Mask tries to sit up but Hoss pulls him back down for the cover.

 

1!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Easy Kick out.*

 

CABOOSE

Nope you aren't going to put him away that easily!

 

COLE

Hoss is being very aggressive in the early going.

 

COACH

Some of those blows look like they can shatter bones and Skull Mask is just taking them.

 

CABOOSE

And they don't appear to be hurting him at all.

 

*Hoss pulls Mask back up and delivers a couple of hard clubbing forearms to his chest. Mask kind of staggers to the ropes and Hoss decides to irish whip him again. Hoss goes for a clothesline but the crafty Mask ducks and comes back with a thunderous lariat of his own. The fans boo as Hoss hits the ground like a truck just ran over him. Hoss starts to come to but Mask pulls him up from the mat and delivers some hard throat shots. The ref admonishes Mask but quickly backs down when Mask's stare pierces through him. Hoss is backed into the corner as Mask delivers a couple of more knifing throat shots.*

 

COLE

Come on! He's jabbing him right in the throat!

 

COACH

You jump in and tell him to stop.

 

COLE

That's the ref's job......and I don't want it in this case!

 

*Mask steps into Hoss and starts choking him in the corner with his elbow. Hoss begins to flail as the ref works his way around and notices the blatant choke and finally steps in to break them up. The ref has to get really low and get in between them but he finally manages to pry Mask off of Hoss. Charlie begins coughing in the corner as Mask moves the ref out of the way and comes back with some wild punches in the corner. Mask pulls him out and pulls him down delivering a high vertical suplex. Mask goes for the cover.*

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

Hoss kicks out!

 

COLE

That was close!

 

COACH

Charlie Hoss has a lot more fight left in him.

 

COLE

You know guys. Charlie Hoss has been the victim of Damaramu and his crew so many times I think this match is his revenge. His chance to finally fight back against this group of monsters.

 

CABOOSE

Well his revenge doesn't appear to be going to well.

 

*Mask starts to choke Hoss with both of his hands on the ground as the ref administers the 5 count. At 4 Mask releases and then goes right back into it. Finally after a couple of 4 stops the ref gets Mask to back off. Mask pulls Hoss back up and sends him into the ropes. Hoss comes back and is immediately met with a hard spinebuster that seems to drive everything out of him. But Mask doesn't go for the cover. Instead he pulls Hoss back up and picks him up as if getting ready to deliver the powerslam. Instead he runs to the corner and slams Hoss back first into it and then spins out with a hard slam. Now he goes for the cover.*

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!NO HOSS KICKS OUT!

 

COLE

Charlie Hoss still has some life in him!

 

COACH

That was one of the hardest Oklahoma slams I've ever seen! I thought they were going to tear down the ringpost!

 

*Mask just stands up and pulls Hoss back up. Hoss stands there staggered and looking half alive as Mask boots him hard in the stomach. He pulls his head between his legs and gives the signal for the helicopter sit out powerbomb. Mask tries to lift him but Hoss drops to one knee. Mask continues to try to lift him but Hoss pulls his legs out from under him and slingshots him over the top rope to the floor! The fans all cheer as Hoss follows him out and the battle has spilled to the floor. Hoss delivers a couple of hard blows and then starts to send Mask into the steel steps but he reverses it and sends Hoss flying in shoulder first. Hoss grips his shoulder as Mask runs in and pulls him up delivering a couple of shoulder blocks that run Hoss's back into the steel steps. Hoss grabs his back in agony as Mask sends him back into the ring.*

 

COLE

This is just brutal! Mask is unrelenting.

 

COACH

Hoss seems to be taking his shots pretty well. Keep watching!

 

*Hoss makes it to his feet and delivers a couple of elbows to Mask's stomach as he comes in. The fans all cheer as Hoss comes back up with some hard elbow shots to Mask's face backing him up. Hoss gives and irish whip and catches Mask up over his head in press slam position! The fans all stand as Hoss displays all his power!*

 

COLE

LOOK AT THAT STRENGTH!

 

CABOOSE

Jesus!

 

*Hoss begins to shake though as Mask begins to move. Mask reaches down and rakes Charlie across the eyes causing Charlie to drop him and bend over clutching at his eyes. Mask staggers back and then regains his bearings pulling the blinded Hoss into position for the helicopter sitout powerbomb.*

 

COLE

This doesn't look good!

 

*Mask quickly lifts Hoss and then spins around with such speed snapping Hoss around as he comes crashing down to the mat!*

 

COLE

WHAT IMPACT!

 

COACH

And speed!

 

*Mask cinches in the cover as the fans all boo.*

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S OVER!

 

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

ANNOUNCER

Ladies and Gentleman the winner of the match..........SKULL MASK!

 

*The fans all boo as the green lights and mist fill the arena again while Skull Mask stands and stares up to the heavens.*

 

COLE

It's like he's praying again!

 

COACH

But praying to who!?

 

CABOOSE

Damaramu.

 

COLE

What?

 

CABOOSE

Damaramu is the most evil man alive. Some say he's the devil in disguise. I wouldn't put it past him to have brought a worshipper of his into Helddown to be his goon.

 

COLE

Worshipper!?

 

*The fans continue to boo as Skull Mask lifts his hands up to the sky and continues to stare at the heavens.*

Edited March 29, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

The lights DIM as the STEEL CAGE is LOWERED.

 

J.R. and a cameraman are in the ring.

 

J.R.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome the former 2-time OAOAST heavyweight champion of the world. Join me in welcoming Anglesault!

 

"Dream On"

 

Wearing red sweatpants and hooded jacket, AS heads to the ring. Fans nearly fall over the guardrail, trying to touch AS.

 

J.R.

Anglesault, we're a little over an hour and a half away from your big cage match against Tony "The Body." Ever since your return over a month ago, you and Tony have battled across the country -- a lot of blood has been spilled. It all ends later tonight inside an unforgiving 12 foot high steel cage. No escaping over the top...pinfall or submission only. Your thoughts as you make your singles return to the ring?

 

ANGLESAULT

Damnit J.R., that is a God damn stupid question. How do I feel about my big return? How the fuck do you think I feel? I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

 

J.R.

I apologize. Moving on. We know about your desire to regain the World's title. As a matter of fact, before you were assaulted receiving the first-ever "Lifetime Achievement" award, you challenged the winner of tonight's championship match. So-called "experts" have said you are the underdog for tonight's match. It's well-known you haven't wrestled in singles competition in nearly a year. Do feel like an underdog?

 

ANGLESAULT

Waitaminute waitaminute waitaminute. I'M the underdog? ME? Anglesault, the two time OAOAST world champion, the man who created this place, is the underdog? What in ALL HELL has Tony done in the OAOAST? Hell, what the hell has Tony done since the Reagan administration? Christ, Tony's heyday was before some of the kids in this company were BORN, and I'M the underdog? That's the biggest fucking joke I've ever heard.

 

CLOSE-UP -- AS

 

ANGLESAULT

I...

 

The camera ZOOMS IN on Anglesault's face. The picture onscreen bounces; as the camera falls to the canvas, out of the corner we see AS go down.

 

JESSE

We must be having some tech -- whoa! I don't believe it. The cameraman just slammed the camera into 'Sault's face. Unbelieveable.

 

J.R.

Good Lord. I'm outta here.

 

The cameraman takes off his glasses and beard to reveal...T-BOD.

 

AS crawls towards the ropes, busted open. T-Bod stomps him. Tony grabs 'Sault's legs and speads 'em, he drives his knee into the groin of Anglesault. He picks the former OAOAST champion up, whips him into the ropes...OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! (spinebuster)

 

Tony begins climbing the cage.

 

Now outside the ring, he heads to the timekeepers table, shoves ring announcer Michael Buffer, and grabs his chair. T-Bod climbs the cage again, there's no door due to the pinfall or submission rules.

 

AS staggers to his feet, turns around... BOOM! A sickening thud echos throughout the sold-out arena. Tony digs into his pockets to pull out HANDCUFFS. He 'cuffs AS to the cage. Using the tip of the chair, he jams it into 'Sault's stomach. Forcefully squeezing AS's facial cheeks, T-Bod shouts, "You like that you sonofabitch! You like that!" Anglesault's eyes look ready to explode.

 

Tony takes a few steps back. He cocks the chair and WHACK, the chair is blasted over Anglesault's head. His head lowers; he's out cold.

 

Somebody raises the cage, but AS is still CUFF to it. T-Bod escapes through the crowd before security (apparently the worst security money can afford) can get to him in the ring.

 

J.R.

Who the hell raised the cage?! Anglesault is still handcuff to it. My God. No wonder why this guys are ex-officers. It's pure chaos out here. Nobody knows what the hell their doing. Chairman of the board of directors, "Cowboy" Bill Watts is now out here. He's screaming at security.

 

Finally somebody lowers the cage back down. Security uncuff AS from the cage, he's out of it. They carry him backstage.

 

J.R.

This is without a doubt one of the wildest things I've ever seen. From what I can gather, security didn't know 'Sault was handcuff to the cage so they decided to bring it up. I-I don't know what's going on.

 

Jesse

Speaking of wild happenings...MY main man is backstage, P...R...L!!!

 

J.R.

Since when did you shill him

 

Jesse

Since I got a 500 dollar rolex my friend...exclusively PRL collectible only available at PRL.com!

 

::The camera cuts to backstage. Puerto Rican Lightning, wearing a blue buttoned down collar shirt, a $500 Rolex watch, a gold chain, a black baseball cap, and black baggy jeans with his wrestling boots and carrying the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt closes the door to his dressing room. The crowd boos loudly, as all 74,000 fans chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL smiles his evil smile as he walks up to find The Lightning Crew standing on one side of the room, and Totally Endorsed standing on the other side. Calvin Szechstein appears, causing the crowd to boo even louder, holding the OaOasT World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder. He greets PRL with a handshake. The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed give each other dirty looks.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

Okay, ya’ll. I’m sure you are all wondering why I have brought you all here. Well, you see, since this is AngleMania III, the biggest night in the history of the OaOasT, and since Calvin and myself have been associates for quite some time, I figured it wouldn’t be a better time than now for the LC and TE to finally meet.

 

Calvin Szechstein:

Like P.R. said, Totally Endorsed and The Lightning Crew are the most dominating stables in the OaOasT. The LC control IntenseZone, and TE control HeldDOWN. And now, finally, the two most dominating stables in the OaOasT today meet!

 

PRL:

Right. So, Lightning Crew meet Totally Endorsed-Calvin Szechstein, Sly “The Sly” Sommers, and Colvid.

 

Calvin Szechstein:

And Totally Endorsed meet The Lightning Crew-Puerto Rican Lightning, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Colombian Heat, Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, Thomas Rodriguez, Mr. Boricua, and Spanish Fly.

 

::The crowd is silent as The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed stare at each other. Sly and Colvid are checking out Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, while Cuban Wall and Vitamin X sneer at Colvid and Sly. Mr. Boricua grunts as PRL and Calvin stand by watching.::

 

Calvin:

Well, what are you waiting for? Shake hands. High five. Hug. Do something!

 

Colombian Heat:

Yo, P.R.! I don’t trust these cats, G!

 

Sly:

G? Listen, Jose, I’m not one of your “homies”. I’m a sophisticated, intelligent, well-mannered young man.

 

Cuban Wall:

Why should we trust these fools? Why should we want to be friends? These guys are total tools!

 

Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez:

And, Calvin has beaten my man for the OaOasT World Heavyweight Title before! Remember the Elimination Chamber? The Royal Rumble?

 

Vitamin X:

I don’t know why we want to be pals with these pansies!

 

Mr. Boricua:

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

 

Sly:

Easy big guy. Why don’t you have some burritos? Maybe that will calm you down!

 

Vitamin X:

Don’t insult Mr. Boricua like that! You don’t have one half the talent he does! Why, you’re nothing more but a piece of crap! Why should we trust a bunch of corporate whores!

 

Sly:

And you’re nothing more but a low riding, drug using, trash talking piece of crap! I better be careful when I’m around you guys! You could steal my wallet! Or my hubcaps! Why should we trust a bunch of Spanish thugs?

 

Cuban Wall:

ALLRIGHT! THAT DOES IT!!! YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!

 

::Totally Endorsed and The Lightning Crew get into a shoving contest. The crowd cheers loudly, hoping for the two heel stables to injure each other. Finally, PRL and Calvin step in and separate the two stables. The two heel stables continue yelling as Lightning and Szechstein hold back their stables.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

OKAY! OKAY! THAT’S ENOUGH! THAT’S ENOUGH! HOLD IT!!! HOLD ON!!! HOLD ON!!!

 

Calvin:

HOLD ON!!! CALM DOWN!!! CALM DOWN!!! CALM THE HELL DOWN!!!

 

Cuban Wall:

WATCH YOURSELVES!!!

 

PRL:

NOW HOLD ON!!! HOLD ON!!! CALM DOWN!!! NOW!!! I KNOW THAT YOU GUYS ARE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS!!! I KNOW THAT YOU GUYS HAVE NEVER MET EACH OTHER!!!

 

Colvid:

I’m not surprised that you guys are from IntenseZone! You guys are scum and you suck!

 

Thomas Rodriguez:

Well, I’m not surprised that you guys are from HeldDOWN! You’re arrogant, assholes, and pussies!

 

PRL:

OKAY! THAT’S ENOUGH! NOW, WE ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE THIS RUIN WHAT IS GOING TO BE THE GREATEST NIGHT OF OUR ENTIRE LIVES!!! NOW SHUT UP AND ACT LIKE CIVILIZED HUMAN BEINGS!!! DO NOT SETTLE THIS LIKE THE OAOAST FANS!!! SETTLE THIS LIKE REAL HUMAN BEINGS!!!

 

Calvin:

ACT NORMAL!!! ACT NORMAL!!!

 

::The crowd boos loudly, after being insulted by PRL. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and then chants “CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS!” The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed calm down. They all sneer at each other and stare at each other for a few minutes. The crowd is booing loudly. Colombian Heat walks up to Colvid. They engage in a staredown. The LC and TE stand back, wondering what they are going to do.::

 

Colombian Heat:

Favorite movie in three.

 

Colvid:

1.

 

Colombian Heat:

2.

 

Colvid:

3.

 

Colombian Heat and Colvid:

SCARFACE!

 

::Colombian Heat and Colvid are shocked. The crowd is still booing. The LC and TE all are shocked. Cuban Wall and Sly step up and engage in a staredown for a few minutes.::

 

Cuban Wall:

Favorite band in three.

 

Sly Sommers:

1.

 

Cuban Wall:

2.

 

Sly:

3.

 

Cuban Wall and Sly:

R.E.M.!

 

Sly:

Wait? You like R.E.M. too?

 

Cuban Wall:

Hell yeah. I think they’re the greatest band ever!

 

Sly:

What? Me too!

 

Wall:

Hey, we finally agree on something!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

Good. Good. Now, you can build on that.

 

Colombian Heat:

And I also like that film “Dude? Where’s My Car?”

 

Colvid:

YOU like that? That film is excellent!

 

Colombian Heat:

Dude! Sweet!

 

Calvin:

Good. Keep going. Keep going.

 

Vitamin X:

You know. You guys may not be so bad after all.

 

Calvin:

See. Looks can be deceiving.

 

Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez:

And you guys ARE kind of cute.

 

Sly:

Why thanks, little lady. ::Sly puts his arm around Lindsay:: I would LOVE to get to know you a lot better.

 

Ms. Lindsay (disgusted):

Remove the arm before I break it.

 

::Sly removes his arm and becomes embarrassed. The crowd laughs.::

 

Thomas Rodriguez:

You know, it seems like we get the shaft in the OaOasT.

 

Colvid:

Hey, I hear you. We never get---

 

Colombian Heat:

--the respect we deserved.

 

Sly:

And the fans always—

 

Spanish Fly:

--boo us.

 

Mr. Boricua:

I. Like. Totally. Endorsed.

 

PROTOTYPE:

Me too, Boricua, me too.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

See, these guys aren’t so bad are they?

 

Cuban Wall:

They are defiantly better than I expected. I expected a bunch of cravat ear eating, tennis playing, corporate shilling, sweater wearing, classical music listening, pansie walking, snobs.

 

Sly:

And I expected a bunch of rice and bean eating, basketball playing, spray-painting, baggy pants wearing, hip-hop listening, gangsta walking, idiots.

 

Cuban Wall:

Nah, we’re not all like that. You just described Colombian Heat to a “T”.

 

Colombian Heat:

Yeah—HEY!

 

Cuban Wall:

Shut up.

 

Colombian Heat:

Ok.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

HA! HA! I knew this would happen! You see now, we can concentrate on tonight! And tonight will be the beginning of a brand new era! A night where legends are born and heroes are made. The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed will dominate AngleMania III! This is AngleMania. The single greatest event in professional wrestling history! Sly “The Sly” Sommers will become the #1 Contender. I, Puerto Rican Lightning, the SINGLE GREATEST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION THERE EVER WAS, and the GREATEST PUERTO RICAN WRESTLER EVER! Will do what he should have done one year ago! After one year. After one year of fighting. After one year of hatred, I WILL RETIRE THE MAD CAPPA TONIGHT AT ANGLEMANIA III AT THE PONTIAC SILVERDOME IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN! I AM GOING TO END THE MAD CRAPPA’S CAREER! I WILL MAKE A NAME FOR MYSELF AT ANGLEMANIA III!!!

 

Calvin Szechstein:

...yeah, buddy! And as for me, well, tonight fate finally makes its long-awaited return to the OAOAST, as Zack Malibu and I face for the last time. And let me tell you, Lightning Crew, Totally Endorsed, these fans are going to absolutely love the fact that I, Calvin Szechstein, will STILL be your World Heavyweight Champion at the end of the night!

 

PRL:

Mad Cappa’s career will end tonight. Zack Malibu’s career will end tonight. We will walk into AngleMania III as Champions…

 

Calvin Szechstein:

…And we will walk out of AngleMania III as Champions!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning and Calvin Szechstein:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!

 

Colombian Heat:

YEEEEEAHHHHHHHH BOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! This is gonna be phat! This is gonna be da bomb, yo! This is gonna be off the heezy-fo’ sheezy! This is gonna be off da chain! This is gonna be cold medina! This is gonna be skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet G! This is gonna be—

 

Sly “The Sly” Sommers:

Off The Hook?

 

Heat:

Yeah. Wow. It’s like you can read into my soul. Put ‘em there, yo!

 

::Colombian Heat and Sly high five each other.::

 

Cuban Wall:

Wait a second. Brothers don’t shake hands…

 

Colvid:

….Brothers hug!

 

Cuban Wall:

Awwwwww! Come here!

 

::The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed all hug. They all smile while the crowd boos. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and “CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS!” The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed cry and act like long-lost family members finding each other for the first time in years. Puerto Rican Lightning and Calvin Szechstein stand by and smile evilly like organizers of a family reunion. PRL wipes a fake tear away.::

 

PRL (Sniff):

A beautiful moment. What a beautiful moment!

 

Calvin:

And after we become victorious tonight, let’s all head out to the clubs, for champagne and partying!

 

Colombian Heat:

Like Ric Flair! We gonna be the limousine riding, jet-flying, kiss stealing, wheeling son-of-a-guns! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

::Colombian Heat does a Ric Flair Strut.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

Hey, I’m down for that! Let’s party all night till the sun comes up! It’s OaOasT AngleMania III. This is What It All Comes Down To! We gotta celebrate! This will be a night that will change our careers forever! We will never forget what happens tonight! We will have fun! Champagne. Lindsay. Dancing. Girls. Clubs. Music. Cry-stal! I love it!

 

Colombian Heat:

You can find me in da club/Bottle full of bub/Look momma, I got what the X if you’re into taking drugs/I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love/So come give me a hug if you’re into getting rubbed!

 

The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed:

You can find me in da club/Bottle full of bub/Look momma, I got what the X if you’re into taking drugs/I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love/So come give me a hug if you’re into getting rubbed!

 

::Colombian Heat starts dancing. The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed start a conga line while still singing “In Da Club” by 50 Cent. PRL opens the door and the LC and TE dance and still continue the conga line out the door. The crowd boos loudly. The LC and TE all smile.::

 

The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed:

You can find me in da club/Bottle full of bub/Look momma, I got the X if you’re into taking drugs/I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love/So come give me a hug if you’re into getting rubbed!

 

::The Lightning Crew and Totally Endorsed do a conga line out of the dressing room, with “In Da Club” being heard in the distance until it completely disappears. The camera still stays in the dressing room while the crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and “CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS! CAL-VIN SUCKS!”::

Edited March 28, 2004 by Chuck Woolery

[Stephen Joseph 0]

COLE: Wow! By order of Northstar, we're following up Skull Mask's match win with our next match, a Number One Contendership match for the World Title.

 

COACH: Last year Big Poppa Popick defeated Alfdogg for the shot, which was against Zack Malibu who won the title that night.

 

CABOOSE: And we all saw what happened to his out of control ego after that.

 

COLE: Whose?

 

CABOOSE: You know who!

 

COACH: Could this winner of this match face Zack Malibu next month?

 

MC: Coming up right now is a match to determine who will get the first crack at the winner of Zack Malibu and Calvin Szechstein's huge World Title main event contest here tonight, as Cal's Totally Endorsed cohort Sly "The Sly" Sommers will battle a man whose skin he's gotten under the past few weeks in Peter Knight.

 

COACH: It seems like, ever since Northstar announced this match for Anglemania, Sommers has done anything in his power to cost Peter any match he is involved in! Three weeks ago, Sly came in with a chain wrapped around his fist, and knocked Knight out cold, leading to Sly's buddy Colvid scoring a pinfall over PK. Then, two weeks ago, we saw AJ Flaire team with Sly to face Jacob Lyne and Knight, and Sly again broke out the chain to knock Knight out!

 

CABOOSE: It wasn't just restricted to matches, either...this past Thursday night, Sly proclaimed his supposed superiority over Peter, so PK came out of the crowd, and was obviously looking to take Sly's head off. Knight basically had his way with Sly, and even Colvid when he came out. But, Sly pulled out the chain and punched Peter in the head with it for the knockout blow. Then, after Sly was forced into Calvin Szechstein's spot on the Hollywood team, he finally had to face Knight face-to-face in the middle of the ring, and fell victim to the Knightmare for his elimination from the contest!

 

COACH: Because of the antics they've pulled together the past few weeks, Northstar has banned Colvid from ringside for this contest to ensure a fair and just winner!

 

MC: Tonight, it's not only glory for whoever wins...it's vengeance! Let's go to the ring for what should be a very exciting contest!

 

 

("Orange Crush" starts up, as Sly Sommers struts out to the ring, with Colvid carrying a towel behind him. Sly has one finger held up in the air to signify that he thinks he's walking out of Anglemania as the number one contender to the World Title.)

 

BUFFER: The following is the number one contendership match, with the winner getting the first title shot at whoever wins tonight's World Title main event! Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 190 pounds, from Bayside, California, representing Totally Endorsed and accompanied to the ring by Colvid, he is a former X-Division Champion of the world...he is Sly "The Sly" Sommers!

 

MC: What's this...Colvid looks to be handing Sly something from out of his pocket....and the referee grabs it! It's a chain! Those damn dirty cheaters! The ref...he's....he's banning Colvid from ringside! Great move, ref!

 

("Oh Hell Yeah" starts up, and Peter Knight runs to the ring...)

 

BUFFER: From Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230.....

 

COACH: PK's rushed the ring and Sly! This match is underway!

 

(bell rings)

 

Knight gets off to a big start, immediately attacking Sly with a bevy of rapid-fire punches in the corner. Knight looks on a man relentless as he pulls Sommers to his feet from the seated position, and kicks him in the stomach. Knight then sends Sly to the opposite corner with an Irish whip. The impact of Sly hitting the turnbuckles sends Sly bouncing off and falling flat on his face!

 

MC: That was about as violent of an Irish whip as it gets!

 

Knight then lets loose with a series of rapid-fire stomps to Sly's back and head. PK then pulls Sly up to his feet, and rips into Sly's chest with a series of rapid-fire chops. The chops leave Sly's chest beet-red, as Knight shoves Sly into the corner. Knight then lets loose with a series of kicks to Sly's stomach. As Sly slips down due to the pain, and into a seated position, Knight's kicks stay at the same level, eventually becoming kicks to the face. Knight then gives Sly a stiff bootscrape. PK follows up by walking to the center of the ring, and charging forward as fast as he can, connecting with a violent knee to the face.

 

COACH: This is about as good of a beating as it gets!

 

CABOOSE: Sly, please don't die!

 

Knight pulls Sly to his feet, and snapmares him over. PK then holds onto Sly's shoulder, and connects with repeated stiff kicks to the spine, leading to Knight turning himself around, and connecting with a brutal toe kick to the chest. Knight then pulls Sly up to his feet, and connects with a series of stiff European uppercuts, each connecting with Sly's jaw harder and harder as they go on. Knight leans Sly up against the ropes, and sends him off with an Irish whip. Knight then takes Sly off of his feet with a jumping lariat.

 

COACH: White boy's got hops!

 

MC: Um...okay...

 

Knight then pulls Sly up to his knees, and nails a series of kicks to the face. Knight then picks Sly back onto his feet, and pulls him into a corner. Peter connects with three knees to the mid-section, and then backs up to mid-ring. Knight follows up with a devastating jumping double knee to Sommers's face! Sly stumbles into a front facelock by Knight, who then gives Sly a brutal knee to the nose to send him down to the mat. Knight then delivers a series of violent knee strikes to the top of Sly's head, switching off legs with each strike. Knight eventually gets it set up so that Sly is lying in the mat, but his head is looking straight forward. Knight gets to his feet, takes a few steps back, and connects with a disgustingly brutal soccer kick to Sly's mouth!

 

MC: FIELD GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAL!

 

The camera closes in on Sly, whose mouth is very bloody. He spits out a tooth from the bottom row in his mouth as Knight backs up, and then delivers a baseball slide that sends Sly rolling, and face-first onto the concrete floor! Knight then goes to the apron, and waits for Sommers to rise to his feet. When Sly gets up, Knight charges forward and dives off of the apron, delivering a stiff flying forearm to the already-bruised face of Sly Sommers's! The referee then starts the count, but Knight looks up at him with a very angry face, and screams, "DON'T COUNT, MOTHERFUCKER! STOP THE FUCKIN' COUNT!" The referee intimidatedly stops counting.

 

COACH: I don't know what the hell's gotten into Peter Knight, but whatever it is has brought the asskicker out in Peter Knight tonight!

 

Peter then pulls Sommers to his feet, and leans him on the apron. Knight then connects with a series of LOUD chops to the bare chest. Knight then Irish whips Sly into the metal guardrail hard. Knight grabs Sly by the hair, and slams the back of his head into the guardrail repeatedly before picking Sly up on his shoulder and dropping him face-first onto the edge of the guardrail. Knight then pulls Sly up, punches him twice, and whips Sly again, this time sending him face-first into the ringpost, which he bounces off of and changes directions in mid-air, but still lands on his face!

 

MC: From my camera angle, it looks like Sly Sommers is bleeding from the forehead.

 

COACH: Who would blame him? That was a disgusting "THUD!" noise that his skull made with the ringpost!

 

Sly is indeed bleeding quite a bit from the forehead from the last move. Knight pulls Sly up, and tries digging into the cut with his fingernails. Peter can't get deep enough, so he grabs Sly by the hair and slams him face-first into the ringpost ten times as the crowd counts along. Sly then falls down. Sommers tries crawling away from Knight, but Knight grabs him by the ankle. Sly pushes himself onto one foot, and grabs the guardrail for balance. Sly then attempts a front flip to get himself out of Knight's clutches, but ends up giving putting himself into a tree of woe on the floor! Knight then climbs onto the apron...and delivers a BRUTAL double stomp, coming down with all of his weight onto the bottom of Sly's jaw!

 

CABOOSE: Come on! Sly won't be able to talk for weeks after that!

 

MC: And that's a bad thing...why?

 

Knight then tosses Sly back into the ring, and slides back in himself. Knight then kicks Sly in the face as he's trying to get to his feet. Knight then pulls Sly to his feet, and puts him on his shoulders fireman's carry-style. Knight then tosses him into a corner with an inverted Cruel Intentions. Sly drops down to a seated position in the corner as Knight runs to the other end. PK bounces off of the ropes....and comes back with a BRUTAL low dropkick to Sly's jaw, sending Knight himself feet-first to the floor!

 

CABOOSE: Sly, give it up while you can! NO title shot is worth this!

 

Knight then re-enters the ring, and drops down to the referee's position in amateur-wrestling-speak, and mockingly challenges a dazed and brutalized Sly to wrestle him, obviously as a comeback for Sly's words on Thursday night. Knight gets up off of the mat, and walks over to Sly. But, out of nowhere, Sly pulls Knight by the tights face-first into the top turnbuckle, and then rolls him into a small package........1......2......kickout!

 

CABOOSE: Ha ha, Sly ain't dead yet!

 

Knight then rolls out of it, and kicks Sly right in the nose. Knight pulls Sommers up, and whips him to the ropes. Sly ducks a clothesline, but falls flat on his face due to lack of energy after the beating he's taken thus far. Knight tries to pull Sommers to his feet, but it turns out to be a trap, as Sly reverses the momentum and sends PK shoulder-first into the ringpost. Sly then pops up behind Knight, and brings him back with a prawn hold roll........1........2.......kickout! Sly gets sent forward, but kips over Knight, who rolls onto his feet at that very moment. But, Knight turns around, right into a head-and-arm takedown.

 

MC: I guess Sly is going to try and do what he said he was going to do, and that is out-wrestling Knight, not out-brawling him!

 

Sly cranks on Knight's neck for about five seconds, and then hooks PK's arms to bring him back for a crucifix roll, which Sly then uses to go into a standing side headlock, as Sly pops up and Knight is forced onto his knees. Knight tries to reverse the headlock into a hammerlock, but in the same fluid motion, Sly reverses that into a reverse hammerlock on Knight, which he then uses to transition into a headlock takedown, ending with a version of the Dragon Sleeper, but with Sly laying on the mat on his stomach. Knight tries to bridge back, but Sly forearms Knight in the chest to bring him back down.

 

COACH: I hate to say it, but Sommers is currently schooling Peter Knight on the mat!

 

Sommers then tilts Knight onto his side, and locks in a regular side chinlock, wrapping his inside leg around Knight's right thigh for added stability. Knight then tries to crawl to his knees, but Sly uses the added advantage of the wrapped leg to roll Knight into a rear naked choke. But, Knight reaches up and grabs the bottom rope to break the hold. Both men get to their feet, and Sly grabs Knight to bring him down with a front judo takedown into a pin........1..........2.......kickout! Both men back up again, and Sommers locks in a waistlock, and then trips Knight up to slam him down onto his stomach. Sly then rolls himself forward to lock in a front facelock on Knight, which he then uses to bridge forward and pull back on the neck!

 

MC: If Sly hooks the leg with his own leg, he could have a tremendous Mutolock applied!

 

Knight suffers in the move for a while, but eventually gets the leverage possible to start pushing himself out of the move. PK is eventually able to get to a push-up position, and then starts spinning as frantically as possible until he gets to a seated position. Knight then reverses Sly's hold into a front facelock of his own. But, Sly takes advantage of Knight's lack of momentum, as he gets under Knight, grabs his leg, and brings him over with a fireman's carry takedown into a chinlock on the mat. Knight pulls Sly onto his back in the chinlock position and gets on top of him for a pin........1........kickout, and both men pop back onto their feet. Sly ducks a punch from Knight, and grabs the arm to take Knight down for the Cravateface....

 

MC: This could be it already! Sly's proven the Cravateface to be a deadly submission finisher in just a little over a month after he put it in his arsenal!

 

...but Knight plants his feet firm on the mat, and is then able to twist around, hook Sly's other arm, and backslide him into a sunset cradle........1.......2.....kickout! Both men pop back up, and Sly hooks Knight's neck from behind. Sly drives PK's neck onto his bent knee, pops back up, and brings Knight back down with a snap neckbreaker. Sly then climbs back to his knees while keeping ahold of Knight's neck, and locks in a reverse cravate. Knight rives in pain for a while before slowly bridging to his feet. Sly rises to his feet with Peter, but then twists Knight around, hooks Peter's arm, and brings him over with a chancery suplex.

 

COACH: It looks like Sommers is relying on weakening Knight's neck to set him up for the Cut Day, piledriver, or Cravateface; all three are very reliable finishing moves!

 

Sommers goes for the pin.........1.........2......kickout! Sly pulls Knight off of the mat, but Knight shows that he is playing possum, and brings Sly down with an inverted snapmare into an inverted bow-and-arrow move, stretching out the arms and shoulders while applying pressure to the neck with his knee. Sly can't figure out a hold to reverse the move into, so he tries bridging up, and then dropping down onto his BUTT as hard as he can. He attempts this tactic again and again, increasing with speed and velocity on each drop. Finally, Knight loosens his grip enough that Sly is able to reverse it by pulling Knight forward, rolling him into a victory cradle.........1........2......kickout!

 

MC: That was rather unorthodox, but it still worked!

 

Both men pop back up, and Knight is able to kick Sly in the mid-section before Sommers can get a strike in. Knight then lifts Sly for a powerbomb, but Sly shifts his weight mid-move, and reverses the powerbomb into a Rocker Dropper. Sommers then pulls Knight up, and brings him over with a suplex that he then floats over into a pin............1...........2........kickout! Sly then pulls Knight up, and goes for another suplex. But, Knight slips out and lands on his feet behind Sly. PK then spins Sommers around, and lifts him for the Knightmare...but Sly slips out of it and runs to the outside!

 

MC: It looks like Sly's afraid of having any Knightmares!

 

CABOOSE: Bad pun, and even worse point! I doubt Sly Sommers fears much, let alone the Knightmare!

 

Sly starts arguing with a fan at ringside. When Sommers turns around to re-enter the ring, Knight comes down on him from above with a pescado! Knight then nails a series of rapid-fire punches on Sly while both are on the floor, and then gets up to pull Sommers up and toss him back into the ring. Knight climbs back into the ring, but on the way through the ropes, Sly grabs the middle rope and pulls it up to crotch Peter. Sly then places Knight on his shoulders, nails a Finley rolls, and then hops to the second rope to nail a turnaround legdrop. Sommers then goes for a cover.........1...........2.........kickout! Sommers pulls Knight up, and locks in a double-underhook with both of Peter's arms. Sly then drops Knight face-first on his bent knee twice, and flows right into a double-underhook swinging neckbreaker.

 

CABOOSE: What's that crappy phrase you two doofs used during the GPX/Minions match? Devastation by innovation?

 

Sly then climbs to the second rope, and connects with a falling headbutt. Sommers then goes for his signature Sommerset. But, right after he lifts Knight, PK starts delivering elbows to the side of Sly's neck. Peter eventually loosens Sly's grip enough to move himself forward, and then bring Sly down with an inverted manual Diamond Dust! Knight doesn't go for the cover, and instead waits for Sommers to get to his feet. When Sly does stumble to his feet, Knight charges at him....but runs right into a single-arm takedown into a Cravateface attempt! But, Sly drops him too close to the ropes, and Knight is able to get an immediate rope break. Sly then tries pulling Knight into his feet. But, Knight has way too much energy flowing through him, and is able to pull Sly into a slam position, and then swings him around for a Catatonic! PK goes for the cover...........1...........2..........kickout!

 

MC: Right now, control is shifting at a rapid-fire pace!

 

Sly uses the ropes to pull himself up as Knight positions himself behind Sommers. Knight then charges at Sly, but Sly turns around and throws Knight throat-first into the top rope, falling back on both of Sly's bent knees. Sly then gets up, and sticks one finger in the air, signalling for the One Hit Wonder. Sly pulls Knight up, and hooks Knight's head for the move. But, Knight punches Sly in the face, and switches the move around. Knight then picks Sly up, and drops him with a reverse suplex into a Stunner. Knight then puts Sly in a jackknife cradle........1..............2.........Sly reverses into a sunset cradle..............1..........2.........Knight rolls out as Sly gets to his feet, and dropkicks Knight in the face!

 

MC: These two know the other's every step!

 

Sommers then pulls Knight up, and goes for a side suplex. Sly drops Knight from that position into a falling neckbreaker. Sommers gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, bounces off, and nails a kneedrop. Sly then gets up again, goes to the ropes, bounces off, and nails another kneedrop. Sommers gets up, comes off of the ropes for a third time, but this time nails a legdrop. Sly goes for the cover............1.............2..........kickout! Sly then pulls PK up, and nails an inverted atomic drop. Sly immediately steps back, and sends Knight to the outside with a superkick. Sly goes to the apron as Knight stumbles to his feet. Sly then charges, takes off, and nails Knight with a Blockbuster neckbreaker!

 

MC: It looks like Sommers will do whatever it takes to win this match!

 

CABOOSE: Do you blame him? A shot at the WORLD TITLE is on the line here!

 

Sommers pulls Knight up, and sends him face-first into the guardrail with an inverted flatliner. Sommers then tosses Knight back into the ring, and heads to the top rope. Sly signals for a flying elbow drop, and takes off. But, Knight moves, and Sly misses. Both men then slowly crawl back up to their feet. Sly then walks over to Knight, and Peter ends up blocking a punch from Sly, throwing one of his own. This happens two more times until Knight kicks Sly in the mid-section, and whips him off to the ropes. Sly grabs Knight when he comes off of the ropes, and whips him to the other end. Knight twists behind Sly while hooking onto Sly's arms, and brings him down with a DDT.

 

COACH: Just like that, the advantage changes on a dime yet again!

 

Knight goes for the pin..........1...........2........kickout! Knight pulls Sly up, and leans him against the corner. Knight whips Sly to the corner, but Sly gets a reversal of the Irish whip. But, Knight is able to slide out of the ring as Sly charges behind him, and Sommers ends up going face-first into the top of the ringpost! Knight slides back into the ring, and pulls Sly up. PK yells for the Knightmare, but Sly slithers out, bringing Knight over with a sunset cradle..............1...................2.............kickout!

 

MC: After Thursday night, I doubt Sly wants to be eating that move anytime soon!

 

Both men pop back to their feet, and Sly ducks a clothesline attempt by Knight. Sommers then turns around, hooks Knight's head, and nails the One Hit Wonder! Sly goes for the pin............1.........2...........kickout! Sommers starts yelling at the referee angrily, to which the referee replies that he was just doing his job. Sommers pulls Knight back up to his feet, and locks Knight into a waistlock. Sommers tries cranking it in to wear Knight down more than he already is. Knight is eventually able to slip his hands in between Sly's grip, break the hold, do a go-behind, and bring Sly down hard with a full nelson slam twisted into a Diamond Cutter!

 

MC: Well, THAT came out of nowhere!

 

Knight goes for the pin.............1.............2............kickout! Knight then pulls Sly up, and slings him over his shoulder, going for a running powerslam. But, Sly slides out the back end. Knight then turns around, right into an STO. Sommers then kneels down, and locks in a Dragon Sleeper, both cranking down on Knight's neck and cutting off his oxygen supply. Knight goes limp after about thirty seconds in the hold, as the referee starts doing the hand-lift check. Hand up.......and down! The referee raises his hand again.........and it goes down! The hand gets raised one last time.......and Knight keeps it up! Knight then starts lifting his leg upward, and repeatedly kicks Sly in the face. Sly then lets go of the hold, and falls backwards.

 

COACH: Well, that's ONE way to get out of the Dragon Sleeper!

 

Both men slowly get to their feet. When they do, Sly walks right into a punch from Knight that sends him down to the mat. Sly pops back up, and Knight sends him down again with a clothesline. Sly pops up again, and this time walks right into a back elbow from PK. Sly pops up once again, and ends up getting hiptossed by Knight. Knight pulls Sommers to his feet, and whips him off to the ropes. Knight then sends Sly up, and crashing downward with a high back body drop! Sly slowly comes to his feet while holding his back. When Sommers does come to his feet, he stumbles right into a snap powerslam.............1...............2............kickout!

 

MC: The utter destroyance of Sly Sommers has now continued!

 

Knight signals for the Knightmare again, pulls Sly up, and puts him on his shoulders. But, Sly punches Knight twice in the face, and slips out of the move. Sly then turns Knight around, kicks him in the stomach, lifts him on his back, and brings him down with the Sommerset! Sommers then drapes himself over Knight's prone body for a cover...............1..................2..................kickout! Sly pulls his own hair out of frustration before pulling Knight back to his feet. Sly then sets up for the Piledriver, and attempts to go for it. But, in mid-lift, Knight pushes off, lands on his feet, and nearly sends Sly out of his boots with a stiff clothesline!

 

COACH: Now THAT was done with authority!

 

Knight pulls Sly up to his feet, and lifts him to drop him with an impressive front release suplex! Knight then points upward, and goes to the top rope. PK then takes off, and nails a devastating top rope legdrop! Knight then crawls over, and drapes one arm across Sly's chest............1..........2.........kickout! Knight looks up in disbelief before getting to his feet, and pulling Sly up. But, Sommers is somehow able to fight back with two punches to Knight's stomach. Sly then backs up, comes off of the ropes, and runs right into a front spinebuster, sending him down to the canvas hard!

 

CABOOSE: Aren't moves like that banned in certain states?

 

Knight goes for the cover................1.................2...........kickout! Knight punches the mat in frustration, and then gets up, grabbing Sommers by his hair in the process. PK pulls Sly over to a corner by the hair, and then sits him down on the top turnbuckle. Knight then goes to the apron, and climbs to the top rope. Sly is able to groggily punch Knight in the face twice, and start to switch positions, sitting Peter down on the top turnbuckle. Sly then hooks Knight for a Super USA High Angle Backdrop, but Knight frantically starts trying to fight his way out of it, eventually grabbing Sly by the hair and throwing him off of the second rope. Sly lands on his feet and stumbles around while turned away from Knight. Knight turns himself around, and comes off of the second rope for a flying bulldog! PK goes for the cover................1.............2............kickout!

 

MC: I think this match is starting to enter "crunch time", where the boys either become men...or become losers.

 

Knight pulls Sly up, and picks him up for a powerbomb. But, Peter stalls too long before attempting to slam Sly down, leaving Sommers the window of opportunity to slip out the back end. As soon as Sly lands on his feet behind Knight, he turns around, grabs Knight, and drops him on his neck with the USA High Angle Backdrop! Sly slowly sits up, and then shakes his cobwebs off. Sommers then turns himself over, and barely covers Knight.......1..............2.........kickout!

 

CABOOSE: What in the hell is Peter Knight on? No one kicks out after being dropped like that!

 

Sly then rises to his feet, both slowly and angrily, and slides his thumb across his throat, signalling for the Cut Day. Sly pulls Knight up, and lifts him onto his shoulders. Sly then tries sending Knight over, but Peter lands on his feet beside Sly, pulls Sly to him, and brings him down with a quick tilt-a-whirl slam! Knight goes for the cover...........1............2..........kickout! Knight then pulls Sly, and lifts him for a running powerslam again. He takes off, and Sly again slips out the back end, quickly picking up Knight on his shoulders from behind and dropping him with the Cut Day! Sly goes for the cover.......

 

1..........

2..........

Rope Break!

 

MC: Knight is very lucky that he knows his positioning in that ring, or else Sly Sommers would be walking out of here as the new number one contender!

 

Sommers sits up, pondering what else he could possibly do to keep Knight down. Sly then looks over his shoulder to see if the referee is anywhere around. The referee is checking on Knight, so Sly yanks a chain out of his tights and wraps it around his fist. Sommers rises to his feet, hiding his chain-wrapped hand from the referee as best he can as Knight slowly rises to his feet, having to use the ring ropes for assistance. When Knight finally does get fully standing, he turns around and Sly charges at him to nail him with the chain. But, Knight ducks the punch! Both men turn around, Knight kicks Sly in the stomach, and then kicks Sly's hand to send the chain flying out into the crowd! Knight lifts Sly up on his shoulders....and brings him down with the Knightmare!

 

MC: That's it! It's over!

 

CABOOSE: But notice what happened right there...sure Knight nailed his move, but when he swung Sly around, Sly's feet collided with the referee's head, and knocked the ref out! There's no one to count the pin!

 

Knight gets on top of Sly for the cover, not knowing that the referee is out cold behind him. Knight eventually looks around to see what is happening when ten seconds go by and no one is counting the pin. Knight then gets off of Sommers, and goes to wake up the referee. While this is going on, Sly, though dazed, grabs his boot, seemingly unlacing it. He then reaches inside of his boot to reveal a second chain. Sly wraps the chain around his fist, and then goes back to lying motionless in pain. Knight gets the referee revived, and goes to pull Sly back to his feet. Right as he gets Sly standing, Sly pulls back and knocks Knight down with a chain-assisted punch to the jaw!

 

MC: That's the same tactic Sly's used for the past month to cheat his way past the obstacle that is Peter Knight!

 

CABOOSE: What are you talking about? Sommers just happens to have an exceptionally great right hand!

 

Knight goes down in a bundle, and Sly collapses on top of him. The referee finally gets back to order, and goes down for a dazed count......

 

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

 

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

 

KICKOUT!

 

COACH: Wow! Sly's in disbelief!

 

MC: To quote a great man, "Karma is a bitch!"

 

Sommers scrambles to his feet, and pulls Knight up. Sly then pulls Knight to his feet. Sommers does a "thumbs up...and then quickly down" hand signal, puts PK in position, lifts, and drops Knight with a dangerous piledriver! Sommers crawls over, and goes for the cover......

 

1.......

 

2........

 

ROPE BREAK!

 

COACH: What must these two do to each other to win this match? SHOOT ONE ANOTHER?!?!?!

 

Sommers gets up, and pulls Knight up with him. Knight is practically lifeless as Sly tries to hold him up. He then positions Peter for another piledriver. Sly has a hard time keeping Knight positioned, or even on his feet for that matter. Finally, Sly hooks Knight by the waist, and lifts. Sly has to stall the move to reposition Knight. Sly finally gets Knight up, but ends up taking too much time, as Knight is able to repeatedly kick Sommers in the face, and get Sly to put him back down on the mat as Sly walks off, dazed. Knight shakes the cobwebs off, and turns Sly around. Knight then lifts Sommers on his shoulders, and goes for the Knightmare again! But, when Knight lifts Sly to drop him down, Sly is able to wrap his legs around Knight's arm, and take Knight down instead! Sly grabs PK's head...and locks in the Cravateface! Knight reaches around to see if he can grab a rope, but he's nowhere near the ropes, so he taps out!

 

MC: That's it, it's over!

 

BUFFER: The winner of the contest, and the brand new number one contender to the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship of the WOOOOOOOOLRD!....Sly "The Sly" Sommers!

 

COACH: Well, he did it. Sly Sommers has done what he said he was going to do and out-wrestle Peter Knight, and is now going on to face either Zack Malibu or his running buddy Calvin Szechstein for the World Heavyweight Title at Living Angleously on Sunday night, April 25th!

 

CABOOSE: I'm proud of Sly, ya know? He just shut up all of you doubters and proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is the single most underrated wrestler on the face of this planet!

 

MC: You know what? I will eat my words about Sly...once he stops using that chain forever and starts relying on his very prevalant wrestling ability to win him matches!

 

CABOOSE: Well, at least you admitted he's a talented wrestler. Now all I have to do is convince you that Sly Sommers' matches are one hundred percent chain-free!

 

Sly stumbles out of the ring, and finds the floor cameraman. Sly then gets close to the camera lens, and says, "April 25th...I become the top guy here...April 25th!" Sly then stumbles down the ramp, still dazed from the grueling match he just won. As Sly exits through the curtain, Peter Knight is helped to the back by two referees. Knight is noticeably holding his neck, as the audience gives Knight a pretty good ovation.

 

MC: Though he lost, Peter Knight put in about as good of an effort as possible, and opened the eyes of a lot of people here tonight. Sooner or later, the man we call "P.K." will undeniably get gold.

 

COACH: And with that, let's transition into our next match.....

Edited March 28, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

BACKSTAGE - TRAINER'S ROOM

 

AS is sitting on a chair, as the OAOAST head trainer, a hot female Korean doctor by the name of IMA HOH attends to him. Many of the top fan favorites are crammed into the trainer's room as well.

 

JESSE

The trainer's room was never that filled before. Sometimes I see guys who don't need medical attention just hanging out in there.

 

J.R.

I wonder why, Jess.

 

JESSE

Dr. Hoh must take great care of 'em.

 

DR. HOH

(in perfect english)

You have a mild-concussion and you're gonna need stitches here. That's a pretty big gash there. It'll take a few minutes.

 

AS

Staple the damn thing, doc. Let's get this over with.

 

Dr. Hoh is taken aback by 'Sault's request, but obliges.

 

DR. HOH

It'll stop the bleeding temporary.

 

AS

That's all I need.

 

Bill Watts walks in.

 

WATTS

How do you feel?

 

AS

Outta my way, Wyatt Earp.

 

AS wipes his head with a wet towel and exits the room.

 

THE RING - MOMENTS LATER

 

J.R.

Jess, we've already seen some wild things so far.

 

JESSE

I can't believe some of the stuff that's happened tonight. I'm just glad this is pay-per-view. But the night is still young. We could have ten more surprises for all we know.

 

J.R.

Still to come: Zack Malibu faces Calvin for the World's title; T-Bod vs. Anglesault in a steel cage; Stephen Joseph vs. Dan Black, along with other great matches.

 

* RING RING *

 

J.R.

What is that?

 

JESSE

'Scuse me, J.R. I gotta take a call.

(into cell phone)

Hello? Hello?

 

MAN

Can you hear me now?

 

JESSE

Yeah. I can see ya, too.

 

WIDESHOT: Sprint's "Can You Hear Me Now?" guy is in the ring.

 

CYHMN GUY

Good. I just like to tell all these greats fans in attendence and watching on pay-per-view about the special deal Sprint and the OAOAST have created. If you buy a cell phone this week you'll receive free airtime for 3 months and a trip to the next big event, The Great Angle Bash in June 2004. So...

 

The crowd rises to its feet as "Dream On" hits.

 

AS rushes to the ring, dry blood on his face. The CYHME guy steps back, he remembers what happened to him last year. AS hits a clothesline that nearly takes the poor guy's head off as he 360s in the air. AS picks him up... ANGLESLAM!

 

AS takes the cell phone and jams it in the CYHME guy's mouth ala "The Million Dollar Man" Ted DiBiase and his dollar bill.

 

ANGLESAULT

(pacing)

Tony, you stupid sonofabitch! You should of finished me when you had the chance. You've taken me down 4 times -- I still have 5 lives.

(touches his head)

Blood. Ha. I won't be the only one entering our match with staples in my head. The OAOAST better call the local blood bank, tell 'em pints of blood are on there way.

 

J.R.

T-Bod may have committed the worst mistake of his career.

Edited March 26, 2004 by Stephen Joseph

[Stephen Joseph 0]

[DARKNESS~!]

 

Cue: "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack

 

Orange and green lights begin flashing all across the arena as the song picks up. The crowd is silent at first unsure about this, but once THE GOBLIN and DARK WIDOW appear on the stage, the chorus of boos begins raining down, nearly drowning out the music. They take a moment to pose on the stage, Goblin giving a sinister smile and Widow simply smoldering, her eyes consumed with something deep and dark. They make their way down to the ring and Goblin sits on the rope for Widow to climb in. He follows and signals for the music to die down. As it does, the lights begin to come up, and we finally see the extent of things. Goblin is still tattooed with green scales. His head is shaved and when he grins we see two sharp fangs. His eyes are yellow and bloodshot, wide and dark.

 

Widow is dressed in a black leather bodysuit. Her skin is pale and her hair is as black as the leather, a mass of tattered curls. Her lips are black and her blue eyes stare out from the frame of black curls around her face in an angry and focused way. Any who fall under such a stare would be mesmerized by its beauty and terrorized by its fury.

 

Goblin takes a mic from someone at ringside and raises it to his lips. As he does, the crowd erupts in boos. He laughs and its slow and terrible and it brings a hush over everyone.

 

COLE

This is . . . this is amazingly creepy . . .

 

GOBLIN

Oh, how I have missed your adoration. As you can see, there's no sign of the illustrious SPIDER POET here tonight. Can any of you guess why? I could say its because he's a coward. Or because he is worthless, or stupid, or any other number of his inherent character flaws. But I'll just be honest and tell the truth.

 

COLE

For once . . .

 

GOBLIN

Actually, I'll let Widow tell you.

 

WIDOW

[Takes the mic and a slow grin spreads across her face] We killed him.

 

GOBLIN

[Takes the mic back and laughs] Oh, don't give us too much credit, Widow. He killed himself. While going down some stairs, reflecting on his sad state of affairs, he tripped and fell. His own carelessness led him to a simple death. Your hero went out a simple, sad little man. In fact, I --

 

(Suddenly, the sound of faint chimes comes over the sound system. The lights go out, plunging the arena into darkness as a keyboard hits a few lonely notes. A faint drumbeat begins and a guitar player begins plucking.

 

[Cue: "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi]

 

As the song plays, the AngleTron flares to life, showing a video package of the career of SpiderPoet from his first independent days.

 

It's all the same

only the names will change

everyday

it seems we're wastin' away.

 

Another place

where the faces are so cold

I'd drive all night

just to get back home.

 

I'm a cowboy

on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted, dead or alive

Wanted, dead or alive.

 

As the second verse kicks in, we move to Poet's OAOAST career, highlighting his best matches. From BLOODY, BATTERED, and BEATEN to ANGLEMANIA 2 to his series with Zack Malibu and finally, his finale with GOBLIN last July

 

Sometimes I sleep

sometimes it's not for days

The people I meet

always go their seperate ways

 

Sometimes you tell the day

by the bottle that you drink

and times when you're alone

and all you do is think

 

I'm a cowboy

on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted (wanted)

Dead or alive

Wanted (Wanted)

Dead or alive

 

OH, AND I RIDE!

 

As the music picks up and the guitar solo kicks in, the arena lights come up a tad and the entrance way is MASSIVELY BACKLIT, revealing . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPIDERPOET! WITHOUT HIS COSTUME! IN JEANS AND A T-SHIRT, RIDING A HORSE!

 

The arena lights come up to full and Poet -- no, James Cone breaks into a gallop down the ramp as the packed arena GOES ABSOLUTELY NUTS, singing along to the song! The horse veers to the right at the ring and Poet leaps up -- ONTO THE TOP OF THE RINGPOST! He wavers but keeps his balance before LEAPING -- HURRICANRANA to GOBLIN! Widow takes a step back, seemingly in shock. Poet is on his feet first as Goblin pulls himself up, a bit confused and dazed. Goblin snatches the mic up.

 

GOBLIN

NO! YOU'RE DEAD! I SAW IT! I SAW YOU TUMBLE DOWN THE STEPS! YOU DIED!

 

[POET takes a mic]

And I saw you go to jail. And then you copped an insanity plea. And then you weaseled your way out of the institution. This ends tonight, Goblin. This ends here.

 

(Widow scrambles out of the ring while they're talking and finds a chair)

 

GOBLIN

Fine. You want this to end tonight. You got it. Me and you, RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE, at ANGLEMANIA 3. (Crowd erupts in cheers!)

 

POET

(Shakes head) No. No wrestling. No match, Goblin. Everything ends tonight. I'm tired of this drawn out affair.

 

(Widow slides in beside Goblin with her folded up chair as the crowd begins to boo loudly. Poet, however, doesn't flinch.)

 

GOBLIN

You're right. It ends here. Widow . . . destroy him.

 

(WIDOW charges at Poet!

 

 

 

 

BUT SHE SKIDS TO A HALT, WHIRLS, AND BAM! NAILS GOBLIN! HE IS DOWN!

 

POET walks over and smiles at her before kneeling down over Goblin and pulling him up by his shirtfront, having handed Widow the mic)

 

WIDOW

My name is Amanda Crimson-Cone. And his name is James Cone. You will never destroy us. You will never destroy him. This. Ends. Now.

 

(CONE SLAMS HIS FIST INTO GOBLIN'S FACE! GOBLIN IS OUT!)

 

(James stands as the crowd is cheering and takes the mic from Amanda. He grins and looks around before speaking)

 

CONE

Security, please come and escort Goblin from the building. I think his recent actions will show that he is intelligent and sane and able to stand trial.

 

(Two security guards come and pull Goblin out under the ropes and carry him off)

 

CONE

Now, I have an announcement to make. As of this morning, James Cone and Amanda Crimson-Cone are BACK on the OAOAST ROSTER . . . FULL TIME! And we're coming to HELD DOWN~!

 

(The crowd erupts in cheers as "Wanted" kicks in at the guitar solo and Cone and Amanda hit the turnbuckles to cheer before making their way back up the ramp, where they kiss one another and Cone picks Amanda up in his arms and carries her to the back.)

[Stephen Joseph 0]

2004 OAOAST PAY-PER-VIEW EVENTS *

 

The Year of Living Angleously

April 25

 

School's Out: Class Dismissed

May 30

 

The Great Angle Bash

June 27

 

License to Pin... Renewed

July 25

 

Dial AS for AngleSlam

August 29

 

There's Always Darkness Before Dawn

September 26

 

World Without End

October 31

 

The Greatest Night in the History of Parody E-Fed Entertainment

November 28

 

Bloody, Battered & Beaten

December 19

 

* Events subject to change

 

CUT TO:

 

BACKSTAGE

 

Anglesault marches down the halls, searching for T-Bod's private dressing room. AS makes a right and spots 2 BODYGUARDS, they rush towards AS.

 

AS back bodydrops one of the guards. He blocks a right hand from Guard #2, goes behind him...Guard #1 hits #2. Knee to the gut stuns Guard #1. Then AS uses him as a human batteryram as he throws him into T-Bod's dressing room door. 4 BEAUTIFUL WOMEN jump off the couch, screaming.

 

T-Bod emerges from the bathroom wearing navy blue socks and his Fruit-of-the Looms. A WOMAN follows him out, using her evening gown as a sheet to cover herself.

 

WOMAN

I guess I shouldn't expect a call tonight.

 

T-BOD

Not if you don't help me. Get him!

 

WOMAN

And break a nail, no way!

 

AS spears T-Bod to the ground. 'Sault grabs a bottle of champagne off a whine rack and breaks it over T-Bod's head.

 

T-BOD

Owww! That's $5,000 assho--

 

AS shoves a banana down T-Bod's throat. AS takes him to the bathroom and slams his head into the mirror on the medicine cabinet. A fury of PILLS & WHITE POWDER (which turns red as T-Bod's blood drips) fall out.

 

AS

Let's go for a spin.

 

T-Bod's head in placed in the toilet. FLUSH!

 

T-Bod gurgles.

 

OAOAST security finally breaks them apart. Two officials lift T-Bod off the toilet, a trickle of blood drips down his face. (the flush washed out most of the blood) AS is surround by various officials, including Bill Watts, who gives a cold stare.

 

ANGLESAULT

(looking at Watts)

Hey, I gave a courtesy flush.

 

LATER

 

Bill Watts is ringside with J.R. & Jesse.

 

J.R.

I'd like to welcome in the Chairman of the OAOAST Board of Directors, "Cowboy" Bill Watts. It's certainly been a memorable night thus far.

 

WATTS

You can say that again. I just wanna say we don't condone the actions of either T-Bod or Anglesault; both of whom have not been on their best behavior. So, after meeting with the other members of the board -- all of which are in attendence due to this great event -- I wanna announce the cage match tonight between T-Bod & Anglesault is now unsanction by the OAOAST. We discussed fines and/or suspensions, but this isn't the babysitters clubs; If one of their careers ends tonight, it's not the OAOAST's fault. Those two will hook 'em up the old fashion way. Thank you.

 

JESSE

What?! You gotta be kiddin' me, Ross. Anglesault has been the one doing all the provokin' and T-Bod has to get punished by it as well.

 

J.R.

He's not getting punished.

 

JESSE

Who the hell does Watts think he is -- the Prime Minister of Spain? Thinks by washing his hands clean he won't be blamed? What if T-Bod gets seriously injured tonight, who's gonna pay the medicial bills?

 

J.R.

He's got the money.

 

JESSE

The OAOAST isn't WWE, Jim Ross. We're like Canada with universal healthcare, only we don't have the most powerful country in the world watching us with love and care that allows us such ability.

 

J.R.

Let's move on. Back to the ring we go.

[Stephen Joseph 0]

 

The arena lights dim, causing the crowd to pop. A silver fog rests in the air, as the silver lights on top of the entrance stage flash a mile a minute. Road smoke fills the path between the entrance way and the ring. Three spot lights, one shaped in the form of a star, one in the form of a flame, and one in the shape of the Hollywood sign rest on the entrance stage. They come together at the center of the stage and are replaced by the Acolytes of Northstar logo. We hear the now famous;

 

Now tuned in to the muthafuckin' greatest

 

"Dirt off your shoulder" by Jay Z hits, signifying the arrival of the challengers to the tag team titles, The Acolytes of Northstar! The crowd gets on their feet, cheering and booing, but most of all hoping to get a good look at the potential new tag team champions.

 

COLE

All four of these men will be making their first Anglemania appearance. Could that play a factor into the outcome of the tag team title match?

 

CABOOSE

Without a doubt. Someone, probably TJ, will try to do something flashy and stupid so they'll be remembered as stealing the show at AM. More then likely, the move'll fail and they'll cost their team the match. Just keep it simple, morons.

 

Silver Star steps out first, his arm hooked between Northstar's sister Holly-wood's. The twenty-four year old starlet is decked out in a velvet, black, open front tube dress. They walk down the ramp, a confident smirk etched on Silver Star's face. Holly-wood takes off her sunglasses and throws them to a lucky fan, giving him an Anglemania souvenir!

 

BUFFER

The following match is a three stages of hell match for the OAOAST tag team championships! The first fall will be conducted under normal tag team rules, the second fall is a falls count anywhere match, conducted under tornado tag rules! And the third and final fall, if necessary will be a.....CAGE MATCH!! Now, introducing the challengers. Making their way to the ring from the golden state of California, being accompanied by Holly-wood, SILVER STAAAAAARRR AND FLAMEOUUUUTTT!

 

A pop is heard from crowd at the mention of the challengers names. Flameout trails behind the couple, pumping his fist into the air, gums flapping, letting the world know that he plans on taking home tag team gold!

 

CABOOSE

Is Holly-wood wearing a dress, or a sweat band?

 

COACH

Who cares? I just want it off!

 

With silver spot lights swirling around the dome, Flameout rolls into the ring. He grabs onto the ring ropes and leans back, stretching and loosening himself up before the match starts. After his stretching routine is done, he focuses on the entrance way, patiently awaiting the arrival of tonight's opponents. His partner, Silver Star stands on the outside and trades heated insults with several pro TNT fans in front row. As security separates Silver Star from the paying customers, Holly-wood takes a seat at the French announce table and puts on a headset.

 

COACH

What's she doing there?

 

CABOOSE

She's calling the match, cock rocker! She's fluent in seven languages.

 

COACH

I'm fluent in the language of love, and last night she took my AP class. AP for anal pounding!

 

"Dirt off your shoulder" cuts out and is replaced by the classic, "TNT" by AC/DC! Highlights of the tag team champions' OAOAST tenure are showed on the massive Angletron. The pro TNT contingent in the front row sings along with AC/DC's hit, while red, gold and green pyro explode on the sides of the entrance ramp! TJ Burns steps through the curtain first. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and hits a crucifix pose as the pyro continues to explode in front of him. His stoic partner, Tyler Bridges comes out from the back. He pats TJ on the back, points to the ring, and mouths the words "Let's kick ass". TJ nods and the two head to the ring.

 

BUFFER

And the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....

 

A loud "BOOOOOO" is heard from the crowd.

 

BUFFER

From Dongeal, Ireland and Liverpool, England, Tyler Bridges, TJ Burns...T....N....T!

 

COACH

DYNOMIIIIIIITE!

 

CABOOSE

Thanks JJ.

 

Tyler and TJ walk to ringside, they trade high fives with the pro TNT crowd. A crowd that traveled all the way from England to see their heroes in action!

 

COLE

Northstar first made this match as a four way for the tag team titles. Unfortunately, these two teams got kind of greedy and wanted to hog the Anglemania spotlight. Basically they intimidated and strong armed any potential tag teams out of the match. We thought we'd be seeing a straight tag team match, but Northstar tossed us a curve and gave us a, pardon me if I laugh when I say this, a three stages of hell match!

 

COACH

And tonight's the last time you'll hear the words three stages of hell on an OAOAST show!

 

COLE

Amen!

 

TJ gets onto the ring apron, while Tyler steps into the ring. The ref holds the tag team titles into the air before handing them off to the special guest time keeper, Tom Zenk!

 

COLE

Tom Zenk, doing the honors!

 

CABOOSE

Who the hell is Tom Zenk?

 

COACH

Got me!

 

The ref signals for the bell to be rung and the tag team title match is under way!

 

Silver Star and Tyler shake hands in an uncharacteristic display of respect. The two men lock up and jockey for position. The slightly larger Tyler tries to push Silver Star to the ground. Silver Star arches his feet and uses his often underrated strength to stay standing. Realizing that he's not going to "Hogan" him to the ground, Tyler quickly goes behind his rival for a sleeper hold.

 

COLE

A sleeper hold this early in the match?

 

CABOOSE

It's never to early to get an advantage.

 

Silver Star isn't nearly worn down enough for the move to be effective, so he slips out of it. He goes behind Tyler and drops him with a side Russian leg sweep! Tyler isn't able to brace himself for the fall and his head hits the mat along with his back. Silver Star realizes this and grabs the side of Tyler's head and pounds it into the mat, over and over and over and over again, each time popping the crowd who'd love to see new tag team champions!

 

COACH

Silver Star had a great showing for Team Hollywood last Thursday! I bet he wants to capitalize on his momentum tonight.

 

Tyler breaks the assault by slugging Silver Star in the face, sending spit flying from his "big" mouth! Both men get to their feet, Silver Star slower then Tyler. Tyler uses this to his advantage and quickly pounces on Silver Star. He hooks his head between Silver Star's arm, wraps his arms around his adversary's waist and drives him back first into the mat with a Northern lights suplex! Rather then releasing it, or bridging it, he rolls it and nails Silver Star with another Northern Lights Suplex! This time he bridges it for a pin.

 

1

 

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

In a rare display of emotion, Tyler slams his fist into the mat, angry at only getting a two count. He starts to make his way to his corner to tag in TJ, but quickly changes his mind. He turns back to Silver Star, his eyes glittering as he watches him struggle to his feet. With great effort Silver Star rises to a vertical base. Tyler blindly charges at Silver Star, and gets caught with a surprise flashback! The crowd pops at Silver Star's textbook display of playing possum! "Smarter then the average bear, eh boo boo?" Silver Star proclaims while tapping the side of his head with his index finger

 

CABOOSE

You mentioned that momentum, but I bet TNT aren't going to let him use it to his advantage. They took down the best the world had to offer. These guys are for real.

 

COLE

Uh, Tyler just got fooled by Silver Star! Silver Star of all people! That's akin to losing a talent show to Dolph Lundgren.

 

Silver Star brings Tyler to his feet. He smacks him across the face, temporarily stunning him but not knocking him to the ground! Silver Star runs to the ropes, bounces off and flies at Tyler with a cross body block! TYLER CATCHES SILVER STAR!

 

"No! No!" Silver Star shouts! He doesn't know what Tyler's going to do, but he's sure its going to be painful. Tyler holds Silver Star side ways and drops him onto his knee four times for a quadruple rib breaker!

 

CABOOSE

Usually that move is done in threes, but for Anglemania you put forth an extra effort!

 

Tyler pauses to admire his work, while Silver Star clutches his ribs. Tyler walks to his corner and shows no emotion as he makes the tag to his flashier and somewhat more charismatic teammate, TJ!

 

CROWD

USA A-OKAY! USA A-OKAY! USA A-OKAY!

 

TJ stays on the outside, he waits for Silver Star to stagger to his feet, then flies into the ring with a beautiful springboard body press! Silver Star's able to see TJ coming and leaps upwards nailing the Irish super star in the stomach with a drop kick! THUD! Both men hit the mat, TJ hits harder then Silver Star, keeping the Acolyte of Northstar on offense.

 

COACH

The counter was off the hook, playas!

 

CABOOSE

Indeed it was. But if it was me, I would've caught TJ and gave him an atomic drop. To each his own.

 

Silver Star allows TJ to get to his feet. He grabs him in old fashioned collar and elbow tie up. TJ's able to back Silver Star into a neutral corner. He can't hold him there, as Silver Star forces him to the center of the ring with the tie up still applied. Silver Star drives a knee into TJ's gut, doubling him over!

 

"Green for the money, go for the honey!" Silver Star shouts before running the ropes. He comes back in full force, leaps into the air and nails TJ with a Shannon Moore like flipping neck breaker! Groovy! Silver Star sits up, brushes the "dirt" off his shoulder then goes for a pin fall.

 

1

 

KICK OUT!

 

Silver Star grabs TJ by the back of his head and brings him to his feet. He dazes him with quick toe kick to the stomach. Silver Star traps TJ's arm between his and nails him with a trapping suplex, sending him flying over head and onto the stiff canvas! Rather then waste time with taunts, Silver Star immediately goes for a pin fall.

 

1

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

Unhappy with a perceived slow count, Silver Star shoots the ref a pissed off glare. Instead of pressing the issue, he yanks TJ to his feet. He hooks his arms around TJ's waist and goes for a side walk slam.... TJ slips out and COUNTERS it with an arm drag!

 

COACH

Oh baby! Smart thinking by the Teej!

 

CROWD

USA! USA! USA!

 

Silver Star pops to his feet, but is knocked right back down with a gorgeous dropsault by TJ! TJ hops up and basks in the cheers of the crowd. His teammate is a little less impressed and demands to be tagged in. TJ shrugs his shoulders and obliges his partner's request with a tag.

 

CABOOSE

Silver Star has yet to tag out and this is the second time Tyler's been in the match.

 

Despite tagging in his partner, TJ doesn't leave the ring. Instead, he brings Silver Star to his feet and shoves the resident of Santa Monica at Tyler, who catches Silver Star in a full nelson and crushes him with a LONDON BRIDGE! With Silver Star down and out, TJ rushes to the Acolyte of Northstar corner and knocks Flameout off with a spinning wheel kick, while the ref counts Tyler's pin.

 

1

 

 

2

 

 

3!!!!!!!

 

Despite not wanting TNT to retain the titles, the fans pop when the ref's hand hits the mat for the three. TJ smiles at his partner, walks over to him, and gives him a well deserved high five. The two head to the corner, satisfied with taking the first fall.

 

COACH

WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH! TNT WINS! MATCH OVER! OVER!

 

CABOOSE

Dumb ass, that's only the FIRST fall!

 

BUFFER

The winner of the first fall..... TNT! There will be a forty-second time out before the start of the second match....THE FALLS COUNT ANY WHERE, TORNADO TAG MATCH!

 

COACH

Now that we have some time get to know each other better, I'd like to take this opportunity to proudly proclaim, that if Holly-wood was my biological sister, I'd do her with pride! Thank you America, good night.

 

COLE

Ignored. Caboose, Flameout didn't even get tagged into the match!

 

CABOOSE

That's right, that just means he's as fresh as the prince of Bel air.

 

COACH

That was clever!

 

CABOOSE

Don't patronize me, tool.

 

COLE

Flameout may be fresh, but Silver Star is in a bad way. I don't think forty seconds is long enough for him to catch a second wind. I'm not even sure he caught a first!

 

The ref walks over to TNT's corner, leans through the ropes and tells Buffer to announce the start of the next fall.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the second fall, it will be conducted under falls count any where, tornado tag rules!

 

The fans pop in anticipation of what could possibly be a bloody and needlessly violent second match!

 

COACH

I'm pulling for Silver Star and Flameout!

 

COLE

Because you want to see the cage match?

 

COACH

No! I just wanna stare at Holly's boobs a little longer! Hubba hubba!

 

Silver Star's lying on the outside, still groggy over the London bridge. Flameout has recovered from the earlier spinning wheel kick, leaving him to face off against the defending tag team champions, TNT. The champs, looking to gain a quick match ending victory, waste no time in going on the attack! They charge at Flameout! Flameout floors TJ with a hard right cross, but gets caught with a running knee to the gut by Tyler! Flameout doubles over in pain, and isn't able to prevent Tyler from backing him into the ropes! Whooooo! Tyler smacks him across his dark skinned chest with a knife edge chop! Flameout turns his body sideways, protecting his chest from another chop, but leaving his back exposed for a clothesline from Tyler! Clutching his back, Flameout staggers out from the corner.

 

COLE

Is this legal? This is like a handicap match!

 

CABOOSE

Everything's legal in a tornado tag team match.

 

COACH

Boo's clues, I think that was one of those rhinoceros questions.

 

CABOOSE

rhinoceros sounds nothing like rhetorical. You bring nothing to this commentary team that a dead skunk couldn't. Your death can't come soon enough.

 

Tyler hooks Flameout's heavily tattooed arms behind his back. He orders TJ to get up so they can hit a double team. TJ obliges the request by getting to his feet, running the ropes and leaping through the air with flying clothesline! DUCKED! TJ sails over Flameout and instead nails Tyler in the face with the errant clothesline! Tyler comically flies over the top rope and lands on the outside mats face first!

 

CROWD

USA! YOU ARE GAY! USA! YOU ARE GAY! USA! YOU ARE GAY!

 

TJ leans over the ropes, urging his fallen teammate to return to the ring. He gets no response, meaning that he's on his own. TJ turns around to see Flameout cracking his knuckles and smiling at the thought of pounding the Irish super star into oblivion. TJ looks over his shoulder one more time to see if Tyler's gotten to his feet. No luck. TJ turns back around, only to get smacked in the face with a Rock like punch from Flameout! SMACK! He gets nailed with another one! Flameout grabs TJ's arm and whips him hard into the ropes! SLAAAM! He nails him with a brutally barbarous sit out spine buster on the rebound!

 

COLE

Good god! Some where Jim Ross is having an orgasm!

 

CABOOSE

And Arn is suing for gimmick infringement.

 

Elsewhere on the outside, Silver Star has arisen! He lazily stumbles over to Tyler, who has also risen to his feet. The two exchange colossal blows in a violent slugfest, while their team mates do battle in the ring. Realizing that he won't beat the bigger Tyler in a fist fight, Silver Star angrily slams the Englishman's face onto the outside canvas! Tyler reels back, holding his hurt nose. Silver Star hops onto the apron. He nods to his buddy, Flameout who's just leveled Tyler with a double arm DDT. Silver Star grabs his self proclaimed ten inch dick, then flies off the ring apron, flipping himself over in the air and nailing Tyler with a BUFF BLOCKBUSTER~! slamming him onto the outside mats!

 

The crowd gets to the their feet and chants of "OAO! OAO! OAO!" can be heard through the building.

 

Back in the ring, TJ and Flameout are going at it with malicious intent. Flameout whips TJ into the ropes, looking for a back body drop on the rebound. He hits it, BUT TJ smartly lands on his feet! Flameout turns around and gets nailed with two quick Ultimo Dragon like kicks to the ribs! On the third kick attempt, Flameout catches TJ's leg, hooks his arm around his neck and floors him with a capture suplex!

 

CABOOSE

When it comes to moves where you don't have grasp on someone, you never want to run them in threes. If you're not holding them, its to easy to counter that third one.

 

On the outside, Silver Star whips TJ into the guardrail! REVERSED! Tyler spins Silver Star around and whips HIM back first into the guard rail, separating the part he nailed from the rest of the barrier. Silver Star falls to the ground, howling in pain and pleading for help. Tyler shakes off a few cobwebs and enjoys the chants from the TNT fans in the front.

 

COLE

What goes around comes around, my friend. Silver Star has learned that the hard way!

 

Tyler brings Silver Star to his feet, and hooks him into a front face lock. With the thousands of blood thirsty fans screaming for carnage, he lifts him into the air as if going for a front suplex, then drops him stomach first onto the guardrail! The expression on Silver Star's face goes blank and spit drips from his mouth. Tyler grabs a side headlock, then drives Silver Star back to the mat with a DDT, spiking his head against the ground.

 

COLE

Did you see that? Did you see that? Silver Star's neck, his head, has been drilled into the mats! And those mats aren't in a giving mood.

 

Back, in the ring Flameout doesn't notice the trouble his partner's in. He's got more important things to worry about, as TJ leaps off the top turnbuckle for a moonsault press! Flameout catches him on his shoulder! He looks for an Oklahoma slam, but TJ slips out and shoves Flameout into the turnbuckle. Flameout stumbles backwards and gets caught with a roll up!

 

1

 

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

Both men get to their feet. Flameout reaches for TJ, but he's to slow as TJ runs to ropes, bounces off and comes back with a clothesline! COUNTERED into a takedown into an armbar by Flameout! The submission move pops the crowd as Flameout looks for a tap out!

 

CROWD

Tap! Tap! Tap!

 

CABOOSE

Flameout's strong, but he hasn't worked on TJ's arm long enough to get a submit.

 

CRAAAAAACK! Out of no where, Tyler NAILS Flameout with a Singapore cane! The weapon splinters into pieces as it cracks across Flameout's muscular back! The hold broken, Flameout winces in pain after the surprise blow. TJ gives a thankful nod to his match saving partner. He picks up what's left of the cane and uses it to choke the life out of Flameout! Tyler stomps away at Flameout while TJ continues to press the cane against his neck.

 

COLE

For, Flameout's sake I hope Silver Star can recover quickly.

 

Almost on cue, Silver Star slowly climbs onto the ring apron. Tyler notices him out of the corner of his eye. He abruptly ends his assault on Flameout and makes a bee line for the other Acolyte of Northstar. He throws out a punch to knock Silver Star off the apron. DUCKED! Silver Star grabs the back of Tyler's head and slams it violently into the turnbuckle. Tyler stumbles out of the corner. Silver Star grabs Tyler into position for a vertical suplex! BLOCKED! Tyler goes for a vertical suplex of his own! BLOCKED! One more try for Silver Star, he lifts Tyler into the air, but instead of dropping him with a vertical suplex he nails him with a JACK HAMMER to the outside, sending both men crashing to the mats below!

 

CROWD

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

 

COLE

I don't like him, but major props to Silver Star for that innovative and flashy move! An Anglemania special!

 

Tyler arches his back in pain as Silver Star, almost as a rush from the crowd, shoots up to a standing position. The hardcore TNT fans in the front row boo, while the rest of the crowd cheers. Silver Star, now feeling the adrenaline fading, stumbles towards the announce tables, before collapsing midway there.

 

Meanwhile, TJ, just now releasing the strangle hold, stands quickly...he raises the cane high above his head...WHACK!!

 

CROWD

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

 

WHACK!

 

CROWD

OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!

 

WHACK!!!

 

CROWD

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

 

Flameout clutches at his forehead, which is now split open. He slowly pulls his hands away from his head and stares at them. His red blood has soaked through the tape on his hands, and is now running down his forearms. Flameout gets a queasy look on his face, which almost immediately turns to an angry look. He slowly gets to his knees, unaware that TJ is winding up for the Home Run. Flameout slowly turns, still on his knees...TJ sees his opening...WHOOSH!! The fans erupt as Flameout, obviously playing possum, ducks the cane shot! TJ swings around with the momentum as Flameut shoots to a standing position. He quickly grabs TJ in a vertical suplex and lifts...he holds the grapple as he spins in circles...still holding...

 

COLE

Could we see the Flame Retarder?!

 

CABOOSE

...That's not a real move name!

 

COACH

It's because Cole's a flaming retard! HA!

 

CABOOSE

So are you! God, i've got stupid in stereo here!

 

Suddenly, Flameout pushes TJ forward and sits out...CRASH!!! The fans groan as TJ grabs the back of his neck, writhing in pain! Vertical Suplex to Sit Out Powerbomb = AWESOME!~ Flameout quickly covers!

 

1!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!

 

COLE

I don't believe it! Flameout just pinned the One and Only TJ Burns! What an upset!

 

CABOOSE

HUGE upset. HUGE!

 

COACH

Huge like...

 

CABOOSE

I dare you to finish that sentence...I flat out dare you.

 

BUFFER

The winner of the second fall...via pinfall...FLAMEOUT and SILVER STAR! There will be another 40 second rest period as we prepare for the third and FINAL fall...a Tornado Tag CAGE MATCH! This fall will decide the OAOAST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

 

The crowd pops as Tyler and Silver Star slowly slide into the ring. Tyler crawls over to TJ, who is just now beginning to stir, as Silver Star stumbles over to Flameout, who is patting at his bloody forehead with his taped hand.

 

COLE

These four men...I'm telling you, nowhere else can you see four men that are THIS good collide at the same time. TNT are widely considered the best tag team to come out of the UK, and that INCLUDES the British Bulldogs...

 

CABOOSE

I dunno...

 

COLE

and Silver Star and Flameout, the Acolytes of Northstar, are rising - pardon the pun - Stars in this federation, and are really showing us just what they can do here tonight. In fact, I'm changing my prediction: I think that the Acolytes will win the Tag Titles here tonight.

 

COACH

Oh no! You can't do that, dick! You already made your bet!

 

CABOOSE

...are you, like, actually retarded? Or are you just trying to screw with people?

 

The cage is almost surrounding the ring now. Six more inches....there. The cage is now around the ring. Tyler is now on his feet, but is obviously still feeling the affects of the absolutely insane Jackhammer to the outside. Silver Star and Flameout start discussing their strategy...

 

 

DING

 

DING

 

DING!!!

 

COLE

The final fall is underway!

 

In an unexpected move, both TJ and Flameout start climbing the cage! The crowd roars with a mixture of boos and cheers. They have never seen this happen before, but they don't want some cheap cop-out, dammit!

 

COLE

Oh What the Hell!

 

CABOOSE

Intelligence, Cole...These guys are smart

 

TJ and Flameout are at the top of the cage now, and both begin their descent as Tyler and Silver Star circle each other. The hatred in the eyes of both men is very apparent.

 

COLE

Why both teams would risk losing one man is beyond me!

 

CABOOSE

I think it's fairly obvious that Tyler Bridges and Silver Star convinced their partners to let them finish up this match. Tyler and Silver Star want to, quite frankly, kill each other.

 

In the ring, Tyler's face is full of hatred and anger. Silver Star, however, has a smug grin on his face. He knows that he nearly destroyed Tyler's back earlier in the night, and he's going to try and take advantage. Tyler, not wanting to waste any time, shoots forward, and the two lock up. They jockey for position, pushing each other into the corners, before Tyler gets the upper hand. He quickly shoots behind Silver and lifts, hopefully looking for a German Suplex. However, SS flips through it, now locking Tyler into a reverse waistlock. SS lifts, but Tyler shifts his weight to the right and twists, grabbing hold of SS' arm. He uses his momentum to drop down, dragging SS with him. The crowd erupts as Tyler hooks the arm and and the face! THE CROWN JEWEL HAS BEEN LOCKED IN!!! SS screams in pain as he tries to break the hold! He slowly wedges his hand in between Tyler's hands and his own face, which slightly relieves the pressure. SS, using all the strength he has left in him, cuts through Tyler's hands, causing the hold to be broken. The crowd screams as Silver Star covers his head, trying to block another attempt for the Crown Jewel. Tyler, obviously frustrated, stands quickly and begins stomping down on Silver Star's shoulder.

 

COLE

That display of technical wrestling was nothing short of incredible!

 

CABOOSE

Eh...it was all right.

 

Tyler, now growing tired of stomping, quickly picks SS up, and once again goes for a a rear waist lock. He steps back a few paces before lifting...CRASH!!! German Suplex into the cage!

 

CABOOSE

Ok, THAT was fucking sick!

 

The crowd groans as Silver Star slides down between the cage and the ropes, clutching the back of his neck. Tyler smiles a sadistic smile as he slowly reaches down and picks SS up, this time putting him into a front waistlock. Tyler lifts again, sending SS careening upside down....CRASH!!! The crowd groans again as SS ricochets off the cage and bounces back, belly-flopping in the ring.

 

COLE

Overhead Belly-to-Belly into the cage wall!

 

CABOOSE

Disgusting...I'm becoming the BIGGEST Tyler Bridges Fan tonight.

 

Tyler looks over towards TJ, who cuts at his throat, telling Tyler to finish the match. Tyler nods and picks SS up once again, this time putting his arms into a Full Nelson. The London Bridge is coming up. Tyler, making a dumb mistake, starts jawing to the fans in the front row, saying "This is fo' Englan'"

 

COLE

Tyler...making a rookie mistake.

 

Tyler finally lifts, but SS blocks it! The crowd erupts as Tyler tries again, but once again, the move is blocked! Tyler, getting angry now, releases the Full Nelson and goes to a rear waistlock. He lifts, no block...but SS does flip and land on his feet! In a rush of adrenaline, he leaps into the air, dropkicking Tyler into the cage! Tyler's head bounces off, sending the British Pitbull to the mat! SS slowly stands again, and limps his way towards the cage wall. He slowly starts his climb!

 

CABOOSE

Oh...

 

COACH

My...

 

COLE

God...

 

SS somehow gathered the strength to climb the cage, and he's halfway up! Tyler, meanwhile is now standing. He shakes the cobwebs loose and glares at SS, who is nearing the top of the cage!

 

COLE

The Acolytes could win this!

 

COACH

TJ's climbing the cage too!

 

COLE

He's trying to intercept Silver Star!

 

TJ, being a fresh man, is already at the top of the cage. He drives his fist into the jaw of Silver Star, who reels backwards, but continues to hold on...CLICK!, CLICK! SS looks down at his wrist...which is now handcuffed to the top of the cage! The fans erupt in boos as TJ laughs and climbs back down, just as Tyler reaches the top of the cage right beside SS. The two glare at each other, before Tyler raises one finger, telling Silver Star he's number one. With that, Tyler swings his leg over the top of the cage...and drops down.

 

 

DING

 

DING

 

DING!!!

 

The fans boo as Tyler and TJ hug. A ring crew member quickly hands them the titles, which they raise high into the air.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and Gentlemen...the winners of the third and final fall.....and STILL OAOAST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...Tyler Bridges and TJ Burns....T...N...T!!

 

The classic AC/DC tune hits the PA system as Tyler and TJ make their way to the back, jawing with the booing fans as ring crew members scramble to unlock Silver Star. The screen fades to black.

 

The camera cuts to the interview area. The crowd explodes with cheers and begins chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The Mad Cappa is pacing back and forth and jumping up and down, with an angry and determined look on his face. He yells out as “Mean” Gene Okuerland stands next to Cappa with a microphone in his hand.

 

“Mean” Gene Okuerland:

I am here backstage, with The Mad Cappa. Mad Cappa, you are just moments away from what is without a doubt, the single, most important match in your life. You are taking on Puerto Rican Lightning for the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship, and if you lose, Cappa, then you must retire from wrestling. This is a match that has been one year in the making as you and PRL have been feuding since March of last year. Cappa, what are your thoughts heading into this match?

 

Okuerland places the microphone under Cappa’s mouth. The crowd cheers loudly and causes Cappa to stop for a few seconds to hear the cheers. He looks at the crowd and smiles, but his smile quickly fades and an angry and vengeful look appears on his face.

 

The Mad Cappa:

One year. ONE YEAR. 12 months. 365 days. One year later. After every BUST A CAP. After ever P.R. Nightmare. After every chairshot. After every Sweet Chin Music. After every chokeslam. After every powerbomb. After every slap. After every taser shot. After every bellshot. After every single thing that Tha Puerto Rican has thrown at me. I HAVE THROWN BACK! After every ounce of sweat. After every drop of blood. After all the wins. After all the loses. After all the injuries. After all the pain. I can safely say that GATLAMALA! I AM BACK AND READY TO FIGHT!!!

 

The crowd cheers loudly. The camera points to several Mad Cappa and Anti-PRL signs that are in the crowd. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa takes a few seconds to calm down.

 

The Mad Cappa:

Puerto Rican Lightning. For one year, you and me have been engaged in a war. A war that has changed our lives forever. We have used all our strength, and anything and everything we could think of to take each other for good. But, until now, you and I, we’ve failed. You nearly ENDED MY CAREER! BUT, YOU FAILED! PRL, for one year, you have run roughshod over IntenseZone. Over the OaOasT. You have dominated all who have challenged you. You have hurt people physically and emotionally. You have done evil acts with no remorse. Since March 10, 2003, you have ended careers, caused injuries, and engaged in perverse sexual acts and no one has step up to stop you. Well, Lightning, the time has come for you to get yours! YOU WILL GET YOUR COMEUPPANCE TONIGHT!!!

 

The Mad Cappa:

Tonight, you will pay for what you have done for one year. You will suffer the consequences. I will avenge all you have hurt. I will take you out and I WILL BECOME THE NEW OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION!!! You have tried to take me out, and you have been unsuccessful. Everytime you think you finished the job, I’ve come back stronger than ever. And now, it is time for this war to end. For one year, we fought each other. Tonight is the climax. You CANNOT BEAT ME NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!!!

 

The crowd cheers some more.

 

The Mad Cappa:

Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa. Career vs. Title. No Disqualification Match. OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship Match. Pontiac Silverdome. Detroit, Michigan. One On One. OaOasT AngleMania III. Sunday, March 28, 2004. Tonight. This is What It All Comes Down To. A match one year in the making. A feud that has lasted for 365 days is coming to an end. The time has come. The minutes, the seconds, they tick away closer and closer to this match. Puerto Rican Lightning, when we step in the ring, we will clash like two titans! But in the end, when the dust has settled, and the cheering fades, there will only be one winner. And I will be DAMNED if I have my career ended by you tonight at AngleMania III in Detroit, Michigan!!!

 

Cheap pop. More “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” chants.

 

The Mad Cappa:

PRL, you will finally get what you deserve. You will finally get your comeuppance. You will get what is coming to you! I WILL COME AWAY WITH THE OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND SEE A NEW ERA BEGIN!!! DON’T ASK, JUST ACCEPT IT! Puerto Rican Lightning…PAYBACKS…ARE…HELL!!!

 

The Mad Cappa leaves the interview area. The crowd is cheering loudly. They are chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”

[Stephen Joseph 0]

COACH: It is now time for what truly could be the show-stealer tonight: a tag team TLC match with huge implications on the World Tag Team Title scene.

 

MC: In early-February, Northstar got tired of not only the fans, but a certain group of wrestlers complaining about the lack of variety in the tag team scene here in HeldDOWN~!. So, he created a scenario to give two teams the chance to make themselves stars. It's called the Seven Sins Series, where he would book the Global Party Exchange, consisting of Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson, facing St. Andrew's Minions, consisting of brothers Michael and Nathaniel, with the winning team earning a shot at T-N-T's World Tag Team Titles whenever they wanted the shot. The Minions came ahead to a early, incredible 3-0 lead, with Jackson being accused of being the weak link of the GPX due to the Minions being able to work over his back and neck and get the the win.

 

COACH: The critics were soon silenced, as the GPX came back, starting the week after Zero Hour: Night of the X, where Jackson scored the deciding pinfall in a two-out-of-three falls contest to give the Exchange their first victory.

 

MC: The GPX soon caught up, gaining two more victories to even the series up. But, on March 18th on HeldDOWN~!, the series came down to a final streetfight in match seven. The battle was as grueling as they get, but it ended up with Scotty Static and Minion Nathaniel scoring stereo 450 splashes off of ladders to send Johnny Jackson and Michael through tables at the same time, and the referee counted Jackson and Michael's shoulders down at the same time, rendering the match as a draw.

 

CABOOSE: Northstar then came out and demanded that the series be ended. But, none of the four were in any condition to continue after the brutal battle they had been through. Therefore, Northstar booked them in the one match that would both suit their high-flying, innovative styles AND guarantee a winner, since it wouldn't need a pin or submission to conclude it: a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, with the first team able to grab the briefcase hanging from the ceiling with a contract to face T-N-T at a later date inside of it, being the winner.

 

COACH: Notice the set-up of the weapons, with each side surrounding the ring having one ladder laying on the middle table, with three tables already set up side-by-side, and three chairs set up at each vertical side of the tables.

 

MC: Without any further ado, let's go to the ring for the final battle in the grueling GPX versus Minions war, TLC style!

 

 

("Pompeii" starts up, and the Minions come out, looking very cautious. They take a look at the weapons, and then stare up at the briefcase hanging above the ring.)

 

BUFFER: The following is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, and will determine who wins the Seven Sins Series! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 411 pounds, from St. Andrew's Cathedral...Nathaniel and Michael, the Minions!

 

MC: The Minions have every reason in the world to look as worried as they do. A TLC match is as dangerous as they get if you're a young daredevil!

 

("Make Her Say" starts up, and the females in the audience rise to their feet to scream for the Global Party Exchange. Both Scotty and Johnny slap hands with fans at ringside, but don't look to have their usual energy. They pick the ladder off of the tables nearest to the entrance, and slide it into the ring with them.)

 

BUFFER: And their opponents.....from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 409 pounds....Johnny "Jam" Jackson and Scotty Static; the Global Party Exchange!

 

COACH: Smart plan by the GPX, bringing the ladder in with them.

 

(bell rings)

 

The GPX each grab one end of the ladder, as the Minions charge at them. Each team now has ahold of the ladder, but the ladder almost serves as a border, seperating them. The Minions use their momentum to shove the GPX backwards, but both members of the Exchange bounce off of the ropes, come forward, and grab onto the ladder again, sending the Minions onto the mat. Scotty and Johnny throw the ladder down onto Michael and Nathaniel, but the Minions catch the ladder, and throw it back up. Jackson and Static catch the ladder as the Minions kip up to their feet. The GPX throw the ladder at the Minions, but the Minions duck and the ladder hits the ropes behind them. Nathaniel and Michael give Johnny and Scotty small shoulderblocks to send them back to the ropes. The GPX go for stereo sunset flips, but the Minions roll through, grabbing the ladder as they get to their feet, and throwing it into the faces of the GPX members!

 

MC: We're only moments into this contest, and it's already getting smashmouth!

 

The Minions pull Static and Jackson up to their feet, and shove them into opposite corners. Nathaniel sets up the ladder mid-ring as Michael stomps Static in the corner. Nathaniel then runs at Jackson and delivers a forearm to the face. Both Minions then Irish whip their chosen GPX member to mid-ring, and Jackson & Static leap onto the ladder, quickly climbing up. The Minions are able to grab ahold of the GPX before they get to far up, and pull them off. Static and Jackson then leapfrog over the Minions, and back onto the ladder. The Minions pull them off again, but both GPX members grab ahold of Michael and Nathaniel, switch themselves around, and send the Minions face-first into the ladder on both sides, folding the ladder up in the process. Static and Jackson then grab the Minions, slam their heads into the ladder again, and bring them back with stereo Russian legsweeps!

 

COACH: Tag team ingenuity at its finest!

 

Jackson and Static pull the Minions up to their feet, and whip them off to the ropes. The GPX pick up the ladder by the ends, and jam it into Nathaniel and Michael's mid-sections. Johnny and Scotty then hook the Minions, as well as keep ahold of the ladder, and bring them back with a big ladder-assisted double Russian legsweep! The GPX then head to opposite corners, climb to the second rope, and connect with stereo flying legdrops. They follow up by heading to the ropes on opposite sides, bouncing off, and nailing an impressive stereo senton series where Static connects with a low senton onto Nathaniel, and Jackson flips over him to nail his on Michael. Both GPX members then throw the Minions over the top rope on opposite sides, but Michael clutches onto the ropes mid-throw, and is able to land on the apron. Michael crawls back into the ring, pulls Static off of the ladder, and then shoves it over, sending Johnny Jackson off.

 

CABOOSE: What's that about ingenuity?

 

Michael then throws Static to the outside. Michael follows, and sets up a chair. Michael pulls Static up, and plants him face-first on the chair with a DDT. Nathaniel comes over, and both Minions pull Static to his feet. At that moment, Johnny Jackson comes flying over the top rope with a tope con hilo! Jackson then grabs two chairs, and tosses them into the ring. He follows up by sliding Nathaniel into the ring, under the bottom rope. Jackson then enters the ring, and sets up both chairs, to where they are seat-to-seat. Jackson pulls Nathaniel up, and whips him off to the ropes. Nathaniel however, is able to springboard off of the chairs onto the top rope, and backflip to where he's behind Jackson. Waistlock by Nathaniel, but Johnny breaks out and turns it into a suplex through the chairs!

 

MC: We can't use those anymore!

 

CABOOSE: Man, you're dumb.

 

Meanwhile, Static sets up another ladder on the guardrail diagonally. Michael charges at him, but ends up getting hiptossed onto the ladder. Scotty then climbs onto the apron, propells himself, and hits an amazing Arabian press onto Michael and the ladder! In the ring, Johnny Jackson starts climbing the ladder. But, half-way up, Nathaniel throws one of the broken chairs up while lying on the mat, and it smacks Jackson right in the face. Jackson's dazed, but still on the ladder as Nathaniel gets to his feet and starts climbing the other side. Nathaniel climbs to the top, but the ladder is out of position to grab the briefcase. So, Nathaniel flips himself over the top of the ladder, and brings Johnny down with a sunset bomb!

 

MC: I think these two teams are trying to hurt each other more than they're trying to win the match!

 

Nathaniel moves the ladder to the center of the ring as Scotty Static climbs onto the apron. Nathaniel climbs up the ladder. Right as he gets to the top of the ladder, Static springboards onto the top rope, and then leaps onto the ladder on the other side. Static forearms Nathaniel in the face three times, hooks himself onto Nathaniel, and brings him off of the ladder with a Flatliner, bringing the ladder down with them! About twenty seconds after that happens, Michael re-enters the ring. He tries walking over to the ladder, but Johnny Jackson grabs onto his ankle to get him to stop moving. Michael then delivers two brutal kicks to Jackson's jaw, and pulls him up. Michael then lifts Jackson, and brings him down with a brutal powerbomb onto the ladder!

 

CABOOSE: Johnny Jackson: the patsy of punishment in this series!

 

Michael then tries to set up the ladder again, and does so successfully. Michael then starts climbing up the ladder. Right then, Scotty Static pops back to his feet, and starts punching Michael in the back. Michael then loses his grip on the ladder, and falls back into a side suplex from Static. Scotty gets up, but out of absolutely nowhere, Nathaniel pops onto his feet and spears Static out of his boots. Michael then tosses Static to the outside, and takes a breather for a second. Michael then runs, comes off of the ropes on the other end, runs forward, and tries to nail a no-touch tope over the top rope. But, Static is able to grab a ladder, and Michael dives head-first into the ladder and crashes and burns!

 

MC: HE'S DEAD!

 

COACH: Indeed.

 

Static then pulls the ladder off from around Michael's neck, and brings it with him as he goes to the apron. Static then sets up the ladder horizontally on the top turnbuckle, and the ladder is just long enough that Static is able to bridge his ladder between the top turnbuckle and the top of the ladder center-ring. Static then starts slowly and cautiously walks across the bridged ladder. Nathaniel gets to his feet as this is going on. He then springboards to the second rope, and does a turnaround jump to shove the bridged ladder over and send Static flying, with him landing on the apron!

 

COACH: We could hear Static's body go "Thwack!" from our table!

 

Static rolls onto a table at ringside in pain. Nathaniel turns around, and Johnny Jackson jumps on Nathaniel, attempting a monkey flip. But, Nathaniel catches him, walks over near the ropes, and flips him over the top rope, sending him through both a table AND his partner Scotty Static on the floor! Seconds later, Michael rises back to his feet, grabs a table and a second ladder, slides them into the ring, and then climbs into the ring himself. Michael sets up the table near the ropes, and then sets up the second ladder right next to the first ladder. Both him and Nathaniel start climbing the ladders. Just then, Johnny Jackson slides back into the ring, shakes off the cobwebs, gets under Nathaniel, and powerbombs him down to the mat. Jackson then starts climbing Nathaniel's ladder. Jackson and Michael latch onto each other and both get the same idea, as they come down brutally with a double-facebuster!

 

MC: Gravity truly does kill!

 

Scotty Static then groggily rolls back into the ring. Static gets to the ladder, and starts climbing. Nathaniel starts climbing on the other side, and both men start struggling with each other when they reach near the top of the ladder. Right then, both Michael and Johnny Jackson get to their feet. Michael gets under Static, and Jackson gets under Nathaniel. Michael and Johnny then perform stereo powerbombs, with Michael sending Static over the top rope and through a table!

 

CABOOSE: This is pure insanity!

 

Jackson and Michael then start climbing the ladders. They struggle on the very top of both ladders. Nathaniel gets up from off of the mat, and starts climbing one of the ladders. Nathaniel gets to the top of the ladders, and nails four stiff forearms to Jackson's face. Both Minions then clutch onto Jackson...SPANISH FLY FROM THE LADDER THROUGH A TABLE!

 

MC: They're all dead! They're all dead!

 

COACH: My GOD!

 

The crowd absolutely erupts as replays from three different camera angles are shown to the home viewers. Scotty Static slowly starts to climb back into the ring over thirty seconds later. The Minions slowly start to move around on the mat, as Static uses the ladders to pull himself up to his feet. Scotty then starts to slowly climb the ladder. Static gets up about halfway before the Minions get to their feet. They go to the other side where Scotty's climbing. They both grab onto Static, and put him in a double electric chair position. Static starts punching away at both Minions' heads, and is able to drop down and bring both men down with a tornado bulldog!

 

CABOOSE: He HAD to have had brass knuckles or something!

 

Scotty slides outside of the ring, grabs a chair, slides back into the ring, and then keeps Nathaniel down by throwing the chair to his face. Static then tries to pull Michael up to his feet, but Michael retaliates with a punch to the groin. Michael then gets to his feet, lifts Static up, and hangs him in the tree of woe. Michael then sets up a chair wedged in between the bottom rope and the mat, in front of Scotty's face. Michael then goes to the other side of the ring, and goes to the top rope. Michael then launches off the top rope for the Arch-Angel (moonsault Van Terminator), but Static pulls himself up, and Nathaniel eats mat!

 

MC: Sometimes, even the best-laid plans fail!

 

Static then stands on his feet on the top rope, and nails a twisting senton on Michael. Static gets to his feet, and Nathaniel charges at him. Static drops down, and Nathaniel goes flying over the top rope, onto Johnny Jackson, who enhances the impact by holding a chair up as Nathaniel comes down on him! Static stumbles around for a second as he gets to his feet, and then starts climbing the ladder. Michael gets to his feet as Static gets four rungs up. Michael follows Static up the ladder, and catches Static's foot when Scotty attempts to kick him in the face. Michael then forearms Static in the back three times, hooks Static's waist...and brings him down with a German suplex off of the ladder!

 

MC: Static's neck HAS to be broken!

 

COACH: Yep, the man is dead!

 

Michael gets up, holding his back, and starts to re-climb the ladder. At that moment, Jackson and Nathaniel brawl their way back into the ring. They both trade blows while standing in front of the ladder before Jackson shoves Nathaniel into the ladder, causing it to fall, and for Michael to flip forward into a powerbomb from Jackson! Very quickly, Nathaniel regains his balance, and is able to kick Johnny in the stomach. He then hooks Johnny's head and arm, lifts, and drops him head-first onto the edge of the ladder with a brainbuster!

 

MC: Living up to the name, that was truly a brainbuster!

 

Nathaniel then shakes Michael out of his dazed spell, and pulls him to his feet. Both Minions then pull Jackson up, hook one arm of his apiece, and drop him with a devastating double half-nelson Michinoku Driver! Nathaniel and Michael then slide outside of the ring, and gather all of the chairs they can, and set them up in Steel Coffin form (five chairs on each side, both rows facing each other seat-to-seat, with two chairs laying on top of the seats). As soon as they finish that, completely out of camera view, Scotty Static charges from the apron on the left side of them, and tries to do a flip dive to knock them down. But, Static gets caught by the Minions, and they charge him back-first into the ringpost in powerbomb position. They then float him over into a double Spicolli Driver!

 

CABOOSE: The Minions think about as alike as two human beings can, and Scotty Static just found that out the hard way!

 

Both Minions then pull Static up off of the mat, and slam him onto the steel coffin with a double suplex! Nathaniel and Michael then slide back into the ring, and attempt to climb the ladder again. Unbeknownst to them, Johnny Jackson had come to, and pops up to shove the ladder over, crotching both of the Minions on the top rope! Jackson then springboards to the second rope, and dropkicks Nathaniel from behind to send him out of the ring, and onto one of the tables. Jackson then scoots the ladder close to the ropes. Johnny climbs the ladder, but Michael is able to reach out and start punching Jackson in the side. Michael then gets to a standing position on the top rope, hooks onto Jackson, and superplexes him over the top rope, to the floor, and through three tables and Nathaniel's prone body!

 

MC: When will the death end?!?!?!?

 

Somehow, Michael is able to crawl out of the abyss of table debris and injured bodies, and back into the ring. Scotty Static is able to get off of the steel coffin outside of the ring, and crawls back inside of the ring at about the same time. Both men start to climb up the ladder at the same time. Slowly but surely, they climb higher and higher. Both men then start trading punches at the top of the ladder. After six punches are exchanged, Michael loses his balance while throwing one and misses. Static takes advantage, clutches Michael, and brings him down off of the ladder with a Blue Thunder Bomb!

 

COACH: I swear, these guys have a damned death wish!

 

Johnny Jackson crawls out of the table debris next, and back into the ring. Both Michael and Scotty Static rise up slowly from the Blue Thunder Bomb, but Michael rakes Static in the eyes, and shoves him on the apron. Michael groggily gets onto his feet, obviously not near concious, as Jackson starts to scale the ladder. Michael grabs Jackson's ankle as he's climbing, but Jackson kicks Michael in the face twice to get him off. Michael goes flying back onto the ropes, bounces back, and flies into the ladder, tipping it forward and sending Jackson flipping over the top rope and falling violentally onto the steel coffin on the floor!

 

CABOOSE: To quote some independent announcer no one here knows of.....SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1!!!!

 

After the crowd settles down from the incredible fall they just witnessed, Michael takes two steps forward, but Static pops up, and brings Michael up and down with a sit-down Side Effect powerbomb. Static gets up, and kicks Nathaniel in the face as he re-enters the ring. Scotty pulls Nathaniel into the ring, and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. Static then carries the ladder over by that corner. Scotty climbs the ladder, but Nathaniel gets enough energy to forearm him twice and shove him off of the ladder, crashing onto the mat. Nathaniel then gets to a standing position on the top rope...and uses the ladder as a slingshot to help him flip for an incredible 450 Splash onto Static!

 

MC: What's the saying we've all been using throughout this series? That's right...devastation through innovation!

 

Michael gets enough energy to roll outside of the ring. Michael walks over to Johnny Jackson, who looks like he might be regaining energy. To make sure that doesn't happen, Michael lifts Jackson, and delivers a brutal delayed Michinoku Driver onto a chair. Michael then searches under the ring apron, and pulls out a gigantic 13-foot ladder, which causes the crowd to rise to their feet. In the ring, Nathaniel throws the regular-sized ladder to the floor, as Michael slides the jumbo ladder into the ring. Michael climbs into the ring, and both Minions set the ladder up mid-ring. They both then start to climb it.

 

COACH: A little redecorating in between all of this spectacular violence, if you will.

 

The Minions are near the top. All of a sudden, Scotty Static find the energy to kip up, and starts running up the ladder rungs. He gets ahold of Michael, and brings him down with an amazing super STO! Michael's feet accidentally kick the ladder unbalanced during the move, knocking Nathaniel off by accident. All four men are now down. Ten seconds later, Johnny Jackson groggily rises to his feet, and grabs even more chairs from around ringside to reform the steel coffin that his amazing fall a few minutes earlier destroyed. Jackson then re-enters the ring as Nathaniel begins to stand up again. Jackson charges at Nathaniel with a Yakuza kick, but Nathaniel ducks it. Waistlock by Nathaniel, reversal into another from Jackson, but Nathaniel nails an upward, stiff European uppercut, and then hooks Jackson's head over his shoulder.

 

MC: This doesn't look like anything good could come from it.

 

Nathaniel then tries climbing the ladder for a Sliced Bread No. 2, but Jackson is able to manuever himself so that Nathaniel ends up accidentally crotching himself on the top turnbuckle. Jackson gets to his feet, and then climbs to the top rope. Jackson leaps up, and brings Nathaniel over and down with a top rope hurricanrana, sending Nathaniel flying violently into the ladder and knocking it down!

 

COACH: Question: man versus steel, who wins?

 

MC: There are no winners in that battle.

 

Scotty Static then rises to his feet, and both GPX members set up the mega ladder in the middle of the ring, with Nathaniel being held down underneath it. Static and Jackson then start to climb up the ladder. All of a sudden, Michael makes it to his feet. Michael then heads up top. He launches off, and nails a top rope missile dropkick, knocking the ladder over, sending Jackson crashing down to the mat, and Static gut-first onto the top rope, and rolling onto the floor!

 

CABOOSE: Talk about a crash landing!

 

Michael then sets up the ladder diagonally in a corner. Michael drags Jackson up by the hair, and picks up him in a suplex position. He then flips him over into position for the Awakening (Widow's Peak). Michael climbs a few rungs onto the diagonal ladder...and nails the Awakening!

 

MC: I can't believe it! First, he nearly broke Jackson's neck, and then Johnny snapped forward so fast, he probably broke his entire face on the ladder!

 

Michael rolls backwards, and onto his feet. He then drags Jackson off of the ladder with a front facelock, and then lifts him onto his shoulder. Michael then places Johnny in a tree of woe, and stomps him in the stomach three times. Michael then places the one chair inside of the ring in between the bottom rope and the floor, right in front of Jackson's face. Michael then sets up the super tall ladder vertically in the corner completely opposite, and starts to climb it. Michael then gets to the very top. The crowd is abuzz at what could possibly happen. Michael crosss himself....and flips off for an ULTRA ARCH-ANGEL!

 

MC: HOLY CRAP!

 

COACH: He just BEHEADED Johnny Jackson!

 

The entire crowd is up on their feet and screaming in disbelief, as the chair comes down to reveal Jackson bleeding a gusher from the impact of the incredible move. Meanwhile, on the ringside floor, Nathaniel repeatedly stomps Scotty Static. Nathaniel then grabs two tables from ringside, and slides them into the ring. He follows up by searching under the ring, finding two tables underneath there, and sliding those into the ring. Nathaniel then picks up the ladder that was being used prevalently earlier, and charges at Static, who is rising to his feet. But, right before impact, Static reverses the momentum, and sends the ladder back into Nathaniel's face with an amazing dropsault!

 

MC: This is living up to the term we've been using to coin this match thus far: pure and total insanity!

 

Inside the ring, Michael groggily gets up, and is rearranging furniture again. He sets up the mega ladder mid-ring, and then sets up two double-decker stacks of tables side-by-side on the right side of the ladder.

 

COACH: Whatever Michael is setting up inside of the ring looks like it could be the ultimate construction of destruction!

 

On the outside, Scotty Static finds some sort of great energy, and starts slamming the ladder onto Nathaniel's prone body as many times as he can, as fast as he can. Static stops after he sees that he has cut open Nathaniel's forehead with a ladder shot. Static then pulls Nathaniel to his feet, and makes sure Nathaniel is able to stand up right in front of the steel coffin set-up. Static then delivers a brutal Yakuza kick, sending Nathaniel straight down onto the chairs. Static then slams the ladder onto Nathaniel, basically shutting the steel coffin on him. Static then climbs up to the apron as Michael is putting the finishing touches on the table-stacking in the ring.

 

CABOOSE: I usually don't say stuff like this...but whatever you do, Scotty, please don't KILL YOURSELF!

 

Static looks around as the buzz throughout the crowd continues to grow again. Scotty takes a deep breath, springboards up to the top rope, launches off....and connects with an ASAI PHOENIX 630 SENTON THROUGH THE STEEL COFFIN AND NATHANIEL!!!

 

MC: We need a morgue! THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD!

 

CABOOSE: That was fucking insane!

 

COACH: I've never seen ANYTHING like that!

 

The entire crowd's on their feet, chanting "Holy SHIT!" at what just happened. When they finally settle down, Michael attempts to climb the mega ladder inside of the ring. Johnny Jackson finally comes to, and gets to his feet. Blood is still prevantly dripping down his face, as he starts climbing the other side of the ladder. The crowd becomes abuzz again, as both men are slowly making their journeys to the top of the ladder. Slowly but surely, both men make it to the top of the ladder. Johnny Jackson and Michael groggily trade punches on the top of the ladder. Back and forth they go with the punches, each one connecting harder than the last. Finally, Michael misses a punch. Jackson then repeatedly slams Michael's face down on the top of the ladder, until he sees a cut open on the bridge of Michael's nose. Jackson then positions Michael on the top rung of the ladder, and hooks the near arm underneath his armpit. Johnny then hooks Michael's far leg in between his own legs for a pumphandle. Jackson lifts Michael....INVERTED BEAT DROP SLAM OFF OF THE LADDER AND THROUGH FOUR TABLES!

 

MC: MY LORD! I don't think Michael will be walking out of here either!

 

COACH: He just went through four tables, practically HEAD-FIRST!

 

Jackson takes a second to re-group himself, as the entire crowd starts cheering and flashbulbs go off rapid-fire. Jackson reaches up slowly, as the crowd waits in anticipation....and snatches the briefcase, falling to the mat due to pulling too hard on the hook!

 

(gigantic pop)

 

MC: The Global Party Exchange did it!

 

BUFFER: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this TLC contest AND the Seven Sins Series at four-to-three, Johnny "Jam" Jackson and Scotty Static...the GLOBAL PARTY EXCHANGE!

 

COACH: This crowd is ecstatic!

 

CABOOSE: It isn't just because the GPX won. Was that match we just saw insane, or what?!?!

 

MC: That's what happens when you stick a prize like a World Tag Team Title shot in front of four young, hungry competitors willing to do ANYTHING to take that next step to superstardom! That's what happens when you let four young, hungry competitors get the opportunity to steal the show on the biggest show in the history of the OAOAST! This is what happens when four boys become men!

 

Various trainers, EMT's, agents, and referees come out to check on the conditions of all four men. Johnny Jackson refuses to let go of the briefcase he pulled down from the ceiling.

 

MC: How appropriate that the man who many people were calling the weak link in the Global Party Exchange, and the guy who cost them the first three matches ended up succumbing the odds and gaining the ultimate victory for his team?!?!

 

All four competitors are helped to their feet by the various members of the staff who have come out to help them to the back. As they rise, the entire audience rises to their feet to show their respect to the amazing match they were just given, and applaud the four wrestlers.

 

COACH: I've never seen a more deserving crowd response in all of my career. These four youngsters deserve every second of the standing ovation they're getting.

 

Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson pass by the Minions as all four are being helped to the back. Both GPX members ask to stop for a moment, and extend their hands to their opponents. Nathaniel and Michael look at each other wearily, but then shake their opponents' hands out of respect, and all four men hug as the ovation grows even louder.

 

CABOOSE: I usually hate this respect crap, but anyone who can go out and give the type of performance that these four did tonight; put their bodies on the line like that and steal the show like that deserve to show all the respect in the world they want to whomever they want!

 

The ovation continues as the four competitors head to the back.

 

MC: Ladies and gentlemen, you just saw two young tag teams cement their place here at HeldDOWN~! by destroying themselves and whatever else stood in their way of winning this extraordinary contest!

 

COACH: I think everyone watching got their money's worth just watching this...but this is Anglemania III; we're going to go way above and beyond giving you your money's worth. We've got way more show to go through, and let's go to it!

 

 

MC: It's now time for what will be a war of epic proportions, as the man who has etched his name as the "bully of the block" here in the OAOAST, "The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin will face, without a doubt, the biggest threat to his throne as the monster of the area, as he goes head-to-head with the seven foot, two inch tall, almost five hundred pound Gibraltar!

 

COACH: This is going to be both prophetically and physically huge! You have two gigantic, angry, violent men on a collision course where they'll be going at each other at full-force, and we get to witness it here in just a few seconds!

 

CABOOSE: We've seen these two annihilate each other and others. We've seen these two use just bare fists and boots, tables, chairs...hell, we saw Gibraltar rip into Brock's flesh with a damn hammer, for God's sake! Who knows what we're going to see here tonight!

 

MC: Yep, this is going to be a huge one! But, why are we wasting everyone's time by flapping our jaws about it? Let's go to the ring, to witness the Battle of the Monsters!

 

(bell rings slowly three times)

 

BUFFER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit, and it is the "Battle of the Monsters"! (good pop) Introducing first...

 

("Pompeii" starts up, and a pyrotechnics set-up creates a burning arch, in which Saint Andrew leads Gibraltar under and through. Andrew then tells Gibraltar to turn around, and Gibraltar bows down to the flaming arch. The flames then go down as Andrew orders Gibraltar into the ring, and takes his place, standing at ringside.)

 

BUFFER: Weighing in at 486 pounds and standing at a colossous seven feet, two inches tall; from Saint Andrew's Cathdral....he is the monster known simply as Gibraltar!

 

("Punishment" then starts up, and Rick Heyross leads Brock Auustin to the ring, screaming motivational words in his ear as he bounces back-and-forth at the top of the ramp as random pyro explosions go off. Brock then jogs to the ring angrily, stopping at the apron to jump onto them as the tops of the ringposts literally explode via pyro effects. Before the music stops, Rick Heyross pulls a table out from underneath the ring, and sets it up on the left side of the ringside area.)

 

BUFFER: And his opponent....from Victoria, Minnesota; weighing in tonight at 327 pounds...he is "The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin!

 

(bell rings as Michael Buffer hightails it out of the ring)

 

Both monstrous men step to the middle of the ring, and engage in an intense staredown as flashbulbs throughout the building go off. Both men eventually take a few steps back, and then charge forward to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both men struggle back and forth; neither wanting to budge an inch. Brock is able to send Gibraltar back a couple of steps, but Gibraltar quickly shoves back, and both men end up in the center of the ring. Gibraltar then places his foot behind Brock's, and shoves him down, using the foot to trip Brock. Brock immediately gets to his feet.

 

MC: It's obvious here that Brock will not let just being shoved down get him down whatsoever!

 

Gibraltar charges in for another collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Brock scores with a go-behind into a waistlock. Gibraltar slips his hands in between Brock's grip, and they try to out-power each other. Gibraltar wins the battle, and is able to break out of the waistlock. Gibraltar pivots around, keeps ahold of Brock's arm, and whips him off to the ropes. Gibraltar then scores with a killer clothesline, sending Brock down hard!

 

COACH: Wow! I've honestly never seen anyone be able to knock Brock around like Gibraltar is thus far!

 

Gibraltar then pulls Brock up so that he is bent over, and sends him back down on his stomach with a big forearm to the back. Gibraltar pulls Brock off of the mat, and sends him to the corner. Gibraltar then attempts his series of Vader-like, hammering forearms to the sides of Brock's head. Gibraltar scores with the first, but Brock blocks the second, and then scores with a forearm to Gibraltar's face. Both men then go back-and-forth with huge forearms to each other's faces!

 

MC: Brock Auustin will never go down without a fight, that's for sure!

 

Somewhere in this exchange, both gargantuans shoot off forearms that connect at the same time, and both men stumble back. Both Brock and Gibraltar then go off to the ropes, albeit on opposite sides, and go for shoulderblocks at the same time. Neither man budges. Both men then take off to the other side, and go for shoulderblocks again. Again, neither man goes down. They then lock up again in mid-ring. This time, the struggle while locked up is much more active, as both men are able to budge the other around, walking all the way around the ring while locked up. Finally, in one burst of energy on both ends, Gibraltar and Brock send themselves over the top rope and to the floor, while locked up, and land on their feet!

 

CABOOSE: This is intensity personified!

 

Brock and Gibraltar stay locked up, and end up jocking for position back-and-forth so often that they end up sending each other all the way around the ring! Finally, in a desperate last-attempt move, Gibraltar shifts his weight, and sends Brock into the guardrail back-first! Gibraltar then grabs Brock, and tosses him back into the ring, quickly following behind him. Gibraltar then pulls Brock up, and slams him down to the mat. Gibraltar follows up by coming down with a huge jumping elbow drop. Gibraltar goes for the cover..........1................2............kickout!

 

MC: Brock Auustin just had four hundred and eighty some-odd pounds come down on his chest, and he was STILL able to kick out!

 

Gibraltar pulls Brock to his feet, and locks in a front facelock. Gibraltar then lays it into Auustin with two knees to the face. Gibraltar then reaches far back, and nails a devastating third knee, letting go to send Brock back and into the corner. Gibraltar then delivers a standing boot choke in the corner to Brock, revealing that his feet are larger than Brock's head. Gibraltar then connects with three hard knee strikes to Brock's chiseled stomach region. The force of those knee strikes is enough to leave Brock dazed enough for Gibraltar to clutch him and send him flying out of the corner with a big hiptoss!

 

COACH: No way! Brock has never been tossed around like that!

 

Gibraltar then looks confused, so he looks to guidance from his spiritual leader, Saint Andrew. Andrew yells something inaudible at Gibraltar, and Gibraltar takes off to the ropes. Gibraltar bounces off, and runs for a big double stomp! But, Brock smartly rolls out of the way, and quickly comes to his feet. Gibraltar then charges at Brock for a clothesline, but Brock ducks. Both men turn around, and Brock charges with all the might that he has to tackle Gibraltar into a corner. Brock then scores with four repeated shoulder charges to Gibraltar's mid-section!

 

MC: Just like that, the momentum has shifted!

 

Brock takes a couple of steps back to let Gibraltar stumble forward. Brock then attempts to lift Gibraltar for the F-Stunner-5! However, Brock cannot seem to lift Gibraltar off of the mat, giving Gibraltar the window of opportunity to deliver a series of stiff forearms to Brock's back to get out of his clutches. Gibraltar then lifts Brock over his shoulder, and charges into the corner, sending the small of Brock's back right into the top turnbuckle. Gibraltar keeps ahold of Brock, and brings him down with a big powerslam, completing the Oklahoma Stampede! But, Gibraltar doesn't follow up on the big move with a pin attempt.

 

MC: As monstrous as Gibraltar is, we have to remember that he's still just a rookie, and rookies make plenty of dumb mistakes.

 

Gibraltar pulls Brock to his feet again, and lifts him up on his side. Gibraltar then drops Brock with a huge sideslam, and goes for the immediate cover..........1.............2...........kickout! Gibraltar then lifts Brock up, and lifts him in the air in suplex position. But, instead of falling back with him, Gibraltar chooses to turn Brock around, and drop him with a slam-like manuever in the fashion of a standing falcon arrow. Gibraltar then comes off of the ropes, and nails a jumping splash, crashing all of his weight down on Brock's middle torso! Gibraltar then lifts Brock off of the mat, and applies a big bearhug on Brock, shaking him around to add extra punishment to Brock's ribcage area.

 

COACH: Gibraltar is attacking Brock's midsection like a great white shark going after blood!

 

Brock growls in pain as Gibraltar attempts to tighten his grip, as he shakes Auustin around in the bearhug. Eventually, Brock starts throwing a series of hard headbutts to the skull of Gibraltar, attempting anything at all to get his way out of the submission hold. After the eighth headbutt, Gibraltar becomes too dazed to keep the submission hold applied. But, he shakes it off as Brock is still holding his back and ribs from the pain caused from the splash and bearhug, and attempts a running big boot. But, Brock is able to throw up his hands, and catch the boot. Brock then attempts to go for a Dragon screw legwhip. Brock twists around, but cannot pull Gibraltar down by the boot, even reverting to going down on the mat for leverage.

 

MC: For a man that tall, Gibraltar has some great balance!

 

To break the grip, Gibraltar lifts his foot slightly, and stomps with all of his might down on Brock's chest! Gibraltar then positions himself so that he's standing directly above Brock's chest, and comes down with a huge sitdown BUTT splash! Gibraltar pins him from that position............1..........2........kickout! Gibraltar then pulls Brock up, and lifts him into a bodyslam position. Gibraltar then brings Brock down on his knee with a huge backbreaker! Gibraltar keeps ahold of Brock, comes back up, and drops Brock on his knee again with the backbreaker! Gibraltar comes back up again, and completes the trifecta with another devastating backbreaker!

 

COACH: Brock's spine might be broken in half!

 

Gibraltar then pushes down on Brock's left thigh and jaw as Brock is spread across his knee; putting Brock in a backbreaker submission. Brock screams in pain as Gibraltar leans forward to apply more pressure to the move. Finally, Brock gets the idea to start throwing forearms to Gibraltar's face to get out of the hold. After five forearms, Gibraltar's jaw becomes too hurt for Gibraltar not to acknoledge it, and lets go of the submission hold. Brock twists himself around, and gets to his feet, albeit croutching down. Brock grabs ahold of Gibraltar, and attempts to lift him again for the F-Stunner-5!

 

MC: Can he get the gigantic Gibraltar up for the F-Stunner-5?

 

Brock gets Gibraltar slightly off of the ground...and falls down on his stomach, collapsing under all of Gibraltar's weight! Gibraltar shrugs himself up, and then gets to his feet. He pulls Brock up, and tosses him to the outside. Gibraltar then steps over the top rope and goes to the floor himself. Gibraltar waits until Brock gets to his feet, and then charges at him with a clothesline. Brock ducks, but Gibraltar's momentum sends him forward, and he ends up destroying Brock's agent, Rick Heyross, with a brutal clothesline!

 

MC: He just put Rick Heyross out of commission!

 

The referee calls out a set of EMT's to take an unconcious Heyross to the back, as Gibraltar turns around, and walks into a series of forearms to the face by Brock. Brock then climbs to the apron, as Gibraltar stumbles around dazed. Brock then dives off of the apron for a flying forearm, but Gibraltar moves, and Brock crashes into the guardrail! Gibraltar then walks over, pulls Brock up, and tosses him back into the ring. Gibraltar re-enters the ring, grabs Brock, and sends him to the corner. Gibraltar then starts delivering some devastating Vader-like hammer forearms. But, after eight successive shots to Brock's head, Brock suddenly jumps upwards, and then roars in Gibraltar's face, not letting any of the abuse get to him! Brock then starts letting loose with repeated stiff forearms to Gibraltar's face!

 

COACH: Gibraltar has awaken the monster within Brock Auustin!

 

Brock then goes to the second rope, and scores with a hard flying double-knee strike to Gibraltar's face that dazes the seven-footer. Brock then goes to the ropes, comes off, and connects with a big clothesline that sends Gibraltar back a step. Brock comes from the opposite side, and connects with another clothesline, dazing Gibraltar even more. Brock then comes off of the ropes to his left side, and connects with another clothesline that causes Gibraltar to go to a crouched position. Brock then goes to the opposite side, and goes for a fourth clothesline, but Gibraltar reaches out, and grabs Brock by the throat right before he connects with the clothesline!

 

CABOOSE: Gibraltar's got Brock where he wants him: in no man's land!

 

Gibraltar then slides Brock's arm out of his way, lifts Brock up by the throat, and drives him down into the mat with a chokeslam! Gibraltar goes for the cover........

 

1.........

2.........

Kickout!

 

MC: Brock's not out yet!

 

Gibraltar pulls Brock off of the mat, and grabs him by the throat, going for another chokeslam. But, Brock delivers four side elbows to Gibraltar's head, and escapes Gibraltar's clutches. Brock then gets under Gibraltar, and attempts to lift him for the F-Stunner-5 yet again! Brock gets Gibraltar nearly all the way up, and looks to be in position...but the leverage dies out, and Brock drops Gibraltar behind him as he falls to the mat himself. Brock goes down holding his back, as Gibraltar shakes off yet another fall, and gets to his feet. Gibraltar then points at the table that Heyross set up before the match, outside the ring.

 

MC: Oh no...someone's going to be dying!

 

CABOOSE: We've seen what both of these guys can do with tables in the past couple of weeks!

 

Gibraltar then picks Brock up, and positions his head in between his legs, positioning for the powerbomb. Gibraltar lifts Brock, but as soon as Brock gets in position, he starts forearming Gibraltar in the face to get out of the powerbomb. Gibraltar lets go of Brock after the sixth forearm, and Brock drags Gibraltar to the ropes by the hair. Brock then kicks Gibraltar in the midsection, and goes to the apron. Brock then again grabs Gibraltar by the hair, and appears to be trying to pull Gibraltar over the top rope. Brock then croutches down to reveal that he's trying to use the ropes to help him position Gibraltar for the F-Stunner-5, but Gibraltar sees what is coming, and strikes Brock with his forearm as often as he can until he is able to slide out of position.

 

COACH: The monster saw what was coming, and was very smart to get out of the way as soon as he could!

 

Gibraltar knees Brock in the mid-section right as he lands on his feet in the ring. Gibraltar then brings Brock back into the ring with a big vertical suplex. Gibraltar then slides his thumb across his throat, and pulls Brock up. Gibraltar pulls Brock up, and sticks his head in between his legs. Gibraltar then lifts Brock, and sends him down with a stiff powerbomb! Gibraltar goes down for the cover........

 

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

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

Kickout!

 

CABOOSE: WHAT? He has to be DEAD after that? How'd he kick out?!?!

 

Gibraltar pulls Brock up, and tosses him angrily into a corner by the throat. Gibraltar then charges at Brock, and goes for a big boot. But, Brock moves out of the way, and Gibraltar ends up crotching himself on the top rope! Brock shakes the cobwebs off, and then positions Gibraltar's other leg so that he's basically sitting on the top turnbuckle. Brock then gets underneath Gibraltar, and grabs onto him. Brock then takes a few steps to the right, so that Gibraltar's legs are draped over the top rope, but his upper torso is on Brock's shoulders. Brock then shifts Gibraltar on his shoulders, and his own positioning...and drops Gibraltar with the F-Stunner-5!

 

MC: For every will, there's a way!

 

COACH: Somehow, someway...Brock Auustin just F-Stunner-5'd a seven foot plus, nearly five hundred pound man!

 

CABOOSE: Even though he used the ropes, I cannot believe what I just saw! WOW!

 

Brock struggles to his feet after having to use nearly all of his strength to get the even larger man over for the move. All of a sudden, Saint Andrew appears on the apron. Brock sees him, and grabs him by the collar. Brock then flips him into the ring. Andrew tries to beg Brock off, but gets kicked in the face for his troubles. Brock then lifts Andrew onto his shoulders, and gives him an F-Stunner-5!

 

MC: Goodbye, Saint Andrew!

 

CABOOSE: Don't kill the spiritually superior!

 

Andrew literally bounces out of the ring, between the middle and bottom ropes, as Brock goes for the cover.......

 

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

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

Rope Break!

 

Brock pounds the mat in anger, but then pulls Gibraltar up to his feet, and goes for another F-Stunner-5. But, he can't power Gibraltar up again. Gibraltar then gets the energy to forearm Brock in the back twice, and position Brock's head in between his legs. Gibraltar lifts Brock...and SLAMS him down with a sitdown powerbomb! Gibraltar keeps him down for the cover.....

 

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

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

Kickout!

 

Gibraltar cannot believe it! Gibraltar gets up, and signals for the Chokebreaker. Gibraltar waits with his hand in the air, as Brock stumbles to his feet. When he does, Gibraltar waits until he turns around. But, when he does, Brock is able to kick Gibraltar in the stomach to block the Chokebreaker. Brock goes to Irish whip Gibraltar to the corner, but Gibraltar reverses the whip, and sends Brock to the corner. Gibraltar follows up immediately with a huge avalanche in the corner. Brock then drops down to a sitting position, and Gibraltar starts to go into his bootscrape series, practically skinning the side of Brock's face with his gigantic boot. Gibraltar connects with two standing bootscrapes, then takes off to the ropes, bounces back, and nails a brutal running bootscrape!

 

COACH: Does Brock even have a skull after that?

 

Gibraltar pulls Brock out of the corner, and goes for the cover...........1...........2........kickout! Gibraltar then immediately pulls Brock up, and shoves him into a corner. Gibraltar then charges at the corner for another avalanche, but Brock moves and Gibraltar hits his skull on the top of the ringpost! Gibraltar stumbles backwards, as Brock then comes off of the ropes with a stiff clothesline, and almost knocks Gibraltar down. Brock then comes off of the ropes, and connects with a flying clothesline...and Gibraltar goes down!

 

MC: Gibraltar's down! Gibraltar's down!

 

COACH: TIIIIIIMBER!

 

Brock then looks at his fallen opponent, but doesn't go for the cover. Instead, he starts to climb the ropes...

 

MC: What in the hell is he doing?

 

COACH: The high-risk district is not one that Brock's ever driven through. Why do it NOW?

 

Brock then looks upward, and takes a deep breath. Brock launches off...and attempts a SHOOTING STAR PRESS! But, Gibraltar moves, and he misses!

 

CABOOSE: Looks like "Mr. Smartypants'" "smart decision" backfired in his face, eh?

 

MC: It wasn't the brightest move, but when you have that adreneline flowing through your veins and you think you have little hope left, you do WHATEVER IT TAKES to get the final nail in the coffin!

 

Both men slowly climb to their feet. They both stumble around dazed, before Brock shrugs himself off, and goes for a forearm to Gibraltar's face. But, Gibraltar grabs Brock's arm during the attempt. Gibraltar then spins Brock around, and grabs Brock by the throat! Gibraltar lifts Brock up...and drops him with the Chokebreaker! Gibraltar goes for the cover......

 

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

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

3!

 

BUFFER: The winner of the "Battle of the Monsters"....GIBRALTAR!

 

MC: Wow...I guess we have a new big dog on the block!

 

COACH: That was a very close match, and both men took the fight to each other like I couldn't thought it could be brought to these two! That was the definition of a colossus battle!

 

CABOOSE: This is everything we expected it to be! These two took each other to hell and back, and it seems like, in the end, youth overcame the old guard!

 

MC: But, let's not discredit Brock here. He put up the fight of his life, and even did the unthinkable and figured out a way to give Gibraltar the F-Stunner-5!

 

COACH: That was definately impressive!

 

MC: But that withstanding, Gibraltar is the winner of the contest. I can't believe we have more to out-do that...but we do. Just wow...

[Stephen Joseph 0]

J.R.

Our next match--

 

JESSE

Speaking of our next match, whose the idiot who organized the match order? This should be the main event! -- second to last match at the very least. Those bean counters backstage are a joke. C'mon. Once this night is over everybody should petition OAOAST brass and demand T-Bod be allowed back into the Board of Directors. Do it or I'll run for President in 2008 and have my government do it for you.

 

J.R.

Take that up with the board. As I was saying, our next match was recently turned into a steel cage match a few weeks back on IZ due to the sheer brutality. It all started when AS was going to receive the receive the first-ever "Lifetime Acheivement" award; everything was going all planned until IZ General Manager Dan Black gave AS an open contract to sign with IZ -- Anglesault's contract with HeldDown ran out months ago and he basically went into semi-retirement. Things got heated between the two till Tony "The Body" managed to cool AS down. AS then proclaimed his desire to regain the OAOAST Championship, by issuing a challenge to the winner of tonight's main event involving Zack and the current champ Calvin.

 

Some conspircary theorist, including Oliver Stone, have said the award was a ploy to rid Anglesault of the company. The files that have all the information about the development of the award have been sealed at OAOAST headquaters and won't be released until 2029. As a matter if fact, Stone has signed on to write and direct "AS", a film based on the February 17, 2004 events. The release date for the upcoming Miramax motion picture is set for March 2, 2006.

 

JESSE

No doubt a blockbuster in the making. Ever male actor in Hollywood is begging Oliver Stone in hopes of landing the lead role of T-Bod. Tom Cruise, Vin Desiel. Even Sean Connery, who's a little outta the age range, wants the part. I can't say I blame 'em, anything T-Bod is red hot.

 

J.R.

Anglesault is the lead role, but I shouldn't be surprised by your bias. Anyways, fans, as you saw earlier tonight, T-Bod once again sneak-attacked Anglesault. AS came out to do an interview, T-Bod jumped him from behind with that damn steel chair. Somebody lowered the cage, allowing T-Bod to handcuff AS and bash a chair over his head before security was able to arrive to control the situation.

 

JESSE

We can't have it both ways, Jim Ross. It wasn't that long ago you were calling AS a "son of a bitch," and now we're supposed to feel sorry Tony is beating him at his own game. Ha. I think not.

 

J.R.

I understand Anglesault hasn't acted like an angel in the past--

 

JESSE

Isn't that an understatement.

 

J.R. (CONT'D)

...but Bill Watts changed this into a cage match to prevent such hit-and-run attacks. We can agure all night. What are the keys to victory, Jess?

 

JESSE

For T-Bod it's simple: Avoid the Screams of No Reply and attack Anglesault's ribs. Ton' has to make sure he doesn't get flashy in the ring and try to put on a show. Attack. Attack. Attack.

 

For Anglesault, it's a boat load of problems.

 

J.R.

I figured.

 

JESSE

There are so little flaws in T-Bod game that AS will be lucky to go more than 10 minutes. And don't forget, he gots a a mild-concussion.

 

J.R.

Thanks to your boy, who I'm sure you're picking to win.

 

JESSE

All the way, baby.

 

J.R.

The win/loss record of the two is totally in favor of Anglesault. Many have compared T-Bod to the Atlanta Braves: Great in the regular season but chokes in the post-season. AS on the other hand has been compared to his hometown team of the New York Yankees; he's a big game pitcher. That said, I'm going with Anglesault. But it will be a war. I can promise ya that.

 

Speaking of this match "Body," what do you think about Tony's new name? I personally agree with Anglesault's take; it's a stupid name.

 

JESSE

I think it's a great name. Did you know, "T-Bod" is the most common name for newborn babies? That name is spreading like widefire -- and I'm not talkin' about Thomas Rich. Anglesault is just jealous of the attention T-Bod gets. He remembers when the spotlight used to be on him, now it's on somebody else, and he can't handle it. You wanna talk about bad, how 'bout the Weinermobile incident?

 

J.R.

I happened to like that.

 

JESSE

I'm sure.

 

* DING DING DING *

 

 

MICHAEL BUFFER

Welcome to AngleMania III. Tonight we will witness two brave warriors enter the ring, surround by unforgiving steel for the opportunity to stand over the other in victory. It's not for championships, but for pride. There is no escape. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. It's now time for one of our many main events. Are you ready? Detroit, Michigan, are you ready? Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching around the world, live on pay-per-view. Ladies and gentlemen...L-L-L-Let's get ready to rumble!

 

"He's Simply Ravishing...Owww!"

 

The theme music of the real Mr. OAOAST T-Bod aka Tony "The Body" rocks the Silverdome. The name "T-BOD" is spelled in big bright GOLD LIGHTBULBS. Wearing cowboy boots, a multi-color featherboa, sunglasses, a pair of custom-made tights with AS's face on the backside, a picture of two women on the front, "AngleMania" and "III" on the right and left sides of his tights, emerges from the entranceway admist a cloud of smoke. Teenage groupies and paparazzi hound T-Bod to the ring, who then takes a quick time out to pose for the photographers.

 

BUFFER

Making his way to the ring, the original Executive Producer of OAOAST Entertainment, co-creator of the OAOAST, and he says he is the real Mr. OAOAST. He claims he's God's gift to mankind, especially to women worldwide. I present to you the artist formerly known as Tony "The Body," the man who really tells it like it is... T-Bod!

 

JESSE

Give it up to the man, Jim Ross. The man whose done what President Bush and all those liars running for President can't do, he created jobs for many, that's why he's Mr. OAOAST and sure to be Time Magazine's "Man of the Year" in 2004. Unlike those power hungrey leeches in the board room, T-Bod tells it like it is -- no BS from him, just the cold-hard truth. He's my hero. And he should be yours, too.

 

J.R.

The following editoral brought to you by Jesse "The Body" Ventura.

 

JESSE

That ain't no editoral, that's the truth. And just like many nonbelievers out there, you can't handle the truth!

 

J.R.

Well, folks, AS usually saves his big entrance for this show, bah gawd, so be prepared for the explosions and the “dreaming on” as those young folks like to call it.

 

The lights dim a little, pyro that could best be described as “Gillberg’s sparkler” starts spraying about 2 inches off the ground by the entrance, and Survior’s “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing.

 

J.R.

Erm…uh…uhm…

 

JESSE

HA!

 

“Risin' up -- back on the street,

Did my time, took my chances”

 

Confetti begins to fall from the entranceway. It really looks pretty bush league

 

“Went the distance now I'm back on my feet

Just a man and his will to survive”

 

A wussy RVD like “explosion” hits. The fans don’t quite know what to make of it. They kind of get into the catchy if not a little lame theme, but most of them look bewildered.

 

“So many times, it happens too fast,

You trade your passion for glory,

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past,

You must fight just to keep them alive”

 

Strobe lights start going off around the arena. The whole thing gives off an impression of “AS-lite.”

 

“It's the Eye of the Tiger,

It's the thrill of the fight,

Rising up to the challenge of our rival,

And the last known survivor

Stalks his prey in the night,

And he's watching us all

With the Eye of the…”

 

The music suddenly hits the “record scratching” noise-think Christian’s last opera theme- and the lights totally go out. This time there is a HUGE explosion, and the previously un-noticed torches that line the aisle start spitting flames in the air. Carmina Burana O Fortuna begins to play, and in front of the main door, there is pyro, which gives the visual of raining fire.

 

J.R. (To Jesse)

HA!

 

The strobe lights have totally turned into more of a dark shadowy effect sweeping over the already darkened arena, when, just as suddenly as it started, the song stops playing.

 

J.R.

Oooh…

 

JESSE

Oh, shut up, you have no idea what the hell is going on either.

 

Three missile pyros, all from different points in the arena go whistling through the air, only to converge at the entrance, where it creates a massive blast and causes the raining fire to look even thicker. The song everyone was waiting for, “Dream On” finally starts to play.

 

“EVERY TIME THAT I LOOK IN THE MIRROR

ALL THESE LINES ON MY FACE GETTIN' CLEARER

THE PAST IS GONE”

 

Anglesault steps out into the arena, walking right through the raining fire

 

IT WENT BY LIKE DUSK TO DAWN

ISN'T THAT THE WAY YEAH

EVERYBODY'S GOT THE DUES IN LIFE TO PAY

 

There are two massive explosions on top of the Angletron, of all places, and two more on a large structure on the other side of the building, that is probably about ten feet lower than the Tron

 

“WELL I KNOW NOBODY GOES

WHERE IT COMES AND WHERE I GOES”

 

Anglesault points to the upper right had side of the Angletron, and it is revealed that there is actually a wire of some sort connecting the video screen and the big structure across the arena, as a ball of fire starts rushing across it, until it reaches the other side and causes half the form to light up.

 

“I KNOW AN' EVERYBODY SIN

YOU GOTTA LOSE TO KNOW HOW TA WIN”

 

Same situation, just on the right side. As this ball of fire hits the end, the other side lights up. It reveals to be, of course, a giant Aerosault logo.

 

“HALF MY LIFE'S ON BOOKS WRITTEN PAGES

LIVE'N LEARNIN' FROM FOOLS AND FROM SAGES

YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE”

 

The AS logo starts to move close to the ring

 

“OO ALL THE THINGS YOU DO

COME BACK TA YOU”

 

AS begins to walk down the aisle, and as he does, the torches even begin to blow up. At the same time, another giant Aerosault logo begins to lower itself along the wires atop the Angletron.

 

“SING IT WITH ME SING FOR THE YEAR

SING FOR LAUGHTER SING FOR A TEAR

SING IT WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR TODAY

MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD TAKE YOU AWAY”

 

Smoke starts to rise up in the ring

 

“WELL SING IT WITH ME AND SING FOR THE YEAR

SING FOR LAUGHTER SING FOR THE TEAR

SING IT WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR A TODAY

MAYBE TOMORROW THE GOOD LORD TAKE YOU AWAY”

 

The two logos start to approach the ring in an exceedingly fast manner, and it’s obvious that they will meet in the center of the ring, right under the hanging cage.

 

“LISTEN

DREAM ON

DREAM ON

DREAM ON

DREAM YOURSELF A DREAM COME TRUE”

 

A beam of pyro shoots up from one turnbuckle to the bottom of the corresponding corner of the cage.

 

“WELL

DREAM ON

I DREAM ON

I DREAM ON

DREAM UNTIL YOUR BALLS TURN BLUE”

 

Same effect with two more corners

 

“DREAM ON

I DREAM ON

I DREAM ON

I DREAM ON

DREAM ON

DREAM ON

DREAM ON”

 

The fourth. AS has reached the outside of the ring, and the two logos are just about in the ring, which can barely be seen because of the smoke. AS enters through the smoke, and he is no longer visible

 

“WELL SING WITH ME I SING FOR THE YEAR

I SING FOR LAUGHTER AN' I'M SINGIN' FOR MY TEAR

JUST SING WITH ME IF IT'S JUST FOR A DAY

AND MAYBE TOMORROW GOOD LORD TAKE YOU AWAY”

 

The two logos come into the ring, smash into each other and cause an explosion unlike anything we’ve ever seen in the OAOAST. AS still cannot be seen, which causes some fans to worry that maybe that stunt went bad.

 

J.R.

BAH GAWD, BAH GAWD! SEND AN AMBULANCE!

 

AS can be seen stepping out of the flames and smoke

 

JESSE

Never mind, right, J.R.?

 

 

“SING WITH ME WE'LL SING FOR A YEAR

WE'LL SING FOR LAUGHTER WE'LL SING FOR ALL WHO'S HERE

AND SING WITH ME JUST FOR A DAY

AND MAYBE TOMORROW GOOD LORD TAKE YOU AWAY”

 

AS shoots his arms up into the air, and much like last year, a loud explosion ends the display.

 

J.R.

Goodness gracious. A helluva entrance I'd say. I gotta hand it to our training staff backstage, both men got rowdy earlier in the night and they managed to stitch 'em up... well, staple 'em up in 'Sault's case.

 

* DING DING DING *

 

The arena lights dim, a 12 foot high STEEL CAGE is lowered, the ring crew surround the four corners to ensure the cage locks in properly. Unforgiving steel. Blood will be shed, bones may be broken, flesh will be cut, but for the winner the bumps and bruises will be worth it if they hear their name after "The winner of the match..."

 

AS & Tony pace back and forth, they both look around their surrounds, shaking the cage, checking how soild it is. They make eye contact and head mid-ring, their eyes lock in on each other. The trash-talkin' is clear, each man trying to get under the other's skin. Simultaneously they slap each other. AS sticks his chin out and tells T-Bod to "hit me."

 

T-Bod cocks his hand back and BOOM! Anglesault massages his jaw, smirking. Arrogantly, T-Bod motions to his chin, "Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot."

 

AS rubs his hands together. Fist cocked... KICK TO THE GROIN. T-Bod leans over in obvious pain.

 

JESSE

The hell? What a cheapshot artist. Gary Cooper fought off 4 men in "High Noon" and AS needs to take a cheapshot. You gotta be kiddin' me.

 

Atomic Drop. T-Bod stumbles around the ring. Reverse Atomic drop. And again, T-Bod stumbles around the ring. AS is getting a kick out of this.

 

T-Bod is thrown into the cage. AS bounces off the ropes and connects with a running clothesline, sending Tony "The Body" down.

 

Waist-lock by T-Bod sends AS to the mat. Go behind now has AS in charge, T-Bod counters it into an arm-bar. T-Bod continuously moves his head, avoiding elbows thrown by AS, trying to break free. AS catches T-Bod's head and snapmares him over, applies a headlock. AS sends T-Bod down with a shoulderblock. Side headlock keeps T-Bod grounded. Tony floats AS over...

 

1...

 

2...

 

AS shifts his weight back on T-Bod. Again.

 

1...

 

2...

 

And once again, AS shifts his weight back. T-Bod can't use the ropes to get free as this is a no DQ match; he's far away from the ropes too. After thinking about every possible way to escape T-Bod uses a DRAGON SLEEPER. AS frantically attempts to get loose but cannot. He repeatedly kicks T-Bod on the head until he manages to break the hold.

 

SMALL PACKAGE!

 

1...

 

2...

 

Reserved by T-Bod.

 

1...

 

2...

 

AS wraps his legs around T-Bod head. Tony stands upwards with his head still caught between 'Sault's legs; then summersault's onto his chest. AS attempts to power out of out but T-Bod is smart enough to keep all his bodyweight towards 'Sault's upperbody. AS slaps T-Bod's washboard abs, causing Tony to relive pressure. Anglesault BRIDGES UP -- BACKSLIDE.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout!

 

AS mocks T-Bod by blowing a kiss to a pair of TWINS ringside.

 

JESSE

What just a minute, that move is trademarked by T-Bod. AngleSault is committing copyright infringement!

 

J.R.

How many times have you since T-Bod blow a kiss? I don't think that's one of his trademarks.

 

JESSE

Don't you dare back talk to me, Ross. I've warned you many times in the past. This being AngleMania III, the showcase of the mortals, maybe I should collect on my promises to shut your mouth. We outta send you up north You're too serious for the OAOAST. You can take Calvin with ya, too.

 

J.R.

Why?

 

JESSE

He dissed me, Jim Ross. Nobody disses Jesse "The Body." Especially on our turf. That's why I got Zack regaining the World's title here tonight. I don't like him either -- too stuck up, too sort and thinks the world revolves around him -- but he's experienced the glory before and knows what it takes to win. I could change my opinion on him if he ever gets tough.

 

T-Bod dives at AS who moves, sending Tony bouncing off the cage. Tony runs towards AS again, and once again AS moves but this time Tony catches himself before diving into the cage. He quickly turns around and walks right into a back bodydrop. AS picks up T-Bod and slams him head first into the cage. If somebody is going to bleed tonight - or bleed first - it's going to be the self-proclaimed real Mr. OAOAST himself.

 

AS bites the top of T-Bod's forehead then hammers it with his fist, trying to tenderize it. Low blow stops AS in his tracks. Tony grabs AS's tights and throws him at the cage. The referee, out of habit, tells Tony to release the chokehold applied. Tony brushes him off knowing this is no DQ.

 

JESSE

Why do referee's do stuff like that, Ross? If T-Bod would of gotten pinned do you know what can of lawsuits would be filed.

 

AS screams in agony as his forehead grinds against the steel like a cheeseshredder. Tony drives his knee into 'Sault's head now he's the one doing the tenderizing. "The Body" connects with a Dusty Rhodes-like "bionic elbow." Bouncing off the ropes with the grace of a ballad dancer, Anglesault's forehead continues to get worked over, this time with a kneedrop. T-Bod lets out a little "woo" before stopping in the center of the ring to do his "Ravishing" Rick Rude tribute posing.

 

JESSE

Oh yeah! Look at the muscle tone: the pecs, traps, quads. You don't get that eating Snickers bars. That's what, Ross?

 

J.R.

I don't know. What?

 

JESSE

That's...simply ravishing (pun intended). Oh, look at that, a woman just fainted. The thoughts of sexual bliss with a man like T-Bod was too much for her to handle.

 

JR

Irish whip into the corner. T-Bod slaps AS around -- knife-edge chop echos throughtout the Silverdome. Forearm to the ribs makes AS flinch, for the first time tonight Tony has gone after the broken ribs. An injury deliver at the hands of T-Bod over a month ago during Anglesault's return to IZ.

 

Snapmare followed by a kick to the lowerbck keeps AS grounded. After a kick to the head T-Bod goes back to the corner, this time to remove the protective turnbuckle covering, all that's there now is steel. Just want we need...more steel.

 

JESSE

If AS was the one doing the undressing you wouldn't be complaining.

 

Unaware of wants happening behind him, AS pulls out a white powder and throws it at T-Bod who quickly tries to wipe his eyes. AS sends a running knee to the back. Tony, out of control, runs right into the corner where he removed the turnbuckle pad, hitting the steel plate head-on. Now in the drivers seat AS rams Tony head first into each of the four steel walls.

 

Crowd chants: "We want blood! We want blood! We want blood!"

 

T-Bod with a rabbit-punch to 'Sault's ribs. AS is whipped to the ropes, Tony lifts him up for the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE (spinebuster) -- NO! AS countered it into a DDT !

 

The impact sent AS sliding to the other side of the ring. T-Bod is busted open! The cover...

 

1...

 

2...

 

KICKOUT!

 

Again with the pin attempt.

 

1...

 

2...

 

NO!

 

Again.

 

1...

 

2...

 

And another KICKOUT!

 

JESSE

No way was that it. AS is only keeping the 3 count warm for Tony.

 

AS sets him up for a bodyslam... slams him down near the corner. AS climbs to the top rope -- No! He continues climbing to the top -- the top of the steel cage!

 

J.R.

Good God! What does he have planned.

 

Just as AS reaches the top, his back facing the ring, the cage begins to shake... Tony keeps shaking and shaking hoping AS falls. Jelly-legged, AS is managing to hold on to the support wires that raise and lower the cage. One leg slips! AS is holding on to those wires as he tries to regain balance. He finally does.

 

While shaking the cage T-Bod takes off one of his cowboy boots and throws it at AS who turned around nearly the same time the boot was thrown. The boot hits AS's stomach, losing his balance AS experiences a hard landing, as he falls on the steel bar that supports the walls of the cage.

 

J.R.

It hurts either way, but AS is lucky he didn't fall to the floor. There wasn't anything there that would of broken his fall. And there's some hillybilly at home saying, "he knows how to fall." Falling off high places hurts no matter what.

 

Tony reaches the top of the cage -- drives Anglesault's head into the steel beam again and again until AS is busted open, now both men are bleeding. Anglesault is HIP-TOSSED OFF THE CAGE to the canvas! Such impact AS bounced a few inches off the mat.

 

JESSE

Whoa! I've never seen that before.

 

J.R.

Folks, they are giving you their hearts, they are giving you their souls; not for a championship, but for pride and respect. These two may not be the best of friends but I promise you when they leave the arena tonight, they'll go home with a new found respect for their abilities in the ring. Nobody else provides you with this kind of action that the worldwide leader in parody e-fed entertainment -- the OAOAST. And you're seeing this only at AngleMania III.

 

T-Bod EXITS the cage. He's either so disorient he must not remember you can' t win by escaping or he has something in mind... apparently he does. T-Bod pulls out a TABLE from under the ring. A YOUNG FEMALE FAN, waves an "AngleMania III" t-shirt with Calvin & Zack on the front, in T-Bod's face. He rips it away from her, spits on it, and throws it back into her face. T-Bod slides the table underneath the one-inch gap between the cage and ring, while the fan cries in his mother's shoulders in the background. T-Bod climbs the cage, STEEL CHAIR in hand.

 

AS staggers up. He greets T-Bod atop the cage. Punches are exchanged -- thumb to the eye... BOOM! AS hits the mat hard after getting whacked by the steel chair. Tony grabs AS's wrist, his shoulder rests on AS's chest before irish whipping him into the ropes, OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE. Nope. AS breaks free of the bear hug gripe and... ANGLESLAM onto the steel cage wall! Tony slides down. AS is laying on the stomach in the ring while T-Bod is position crooked, what would normally be outside of the ring but the cage prevents that -- his legs dangle over the top rope while his head is under the bottom rope

 

An "Anglesault!" chants kicks up.

 

AS pulls Tony under the rope. The cover.

 

1...

 

2...

 

FOOT ON THE ROPE.

 

J.R.

He had it only if he pulled Tony back a few more inches.

 

JESSE

I don't believe this! I'm changing my pick to Anglesault. He'll win it.

 

AS begins working over T-Bod's ankle, obviously preparing for the Screams of No Reply. AS places T-Bod's ankle on the bottom rope, then drives his weight onto it ala Ric Flair. Using his other leg, T-Bod kicks AS in the groin. 'Sault falls on his knees. T-Bod gets up, with a slight limp. Anglesault's head in placed between T-Bod's legs...Piledriver!.

 

1...

 

2...

 

AS kicks out.

 

Tony repeatedly drives his knee into the ribs of the two-time OAOAST champion. Suplex. Tony heads to the top -- elbow drop. The cover.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout.

 

Close-up of a bloody T-Bod slowly getting back up, his opponent laying on the mat bleeding himself. Weaken by the blood loss and punishment from the match Tony takes his time climbing the top rope, taking for granted the time he really has. By the time he reaches the top AS is almost up entirely. AS takes a deep breathe. Tony's eyes widen as he sees AS ready to attack. AS charges the turnbuckle, he leaps to the second rope...TOP ROPE ARMDRAG -- countered into a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

 

J.R.

We have seen some of the damnest counters ever. We saw the Out of Body Experience countered into a DDT and now the top rope armdrag countered into a belly-to-belly suplex. Unbelieveable. AS had the armdrag complete but somehow Tony was able to pull his arm away and lock them around AS, barely able to pull off the belly-to-belly. If that wasn't perfectly timed it could've been nasty. Man oh man.

 

JESSE

I knew Tony wouldn't let me down. That's why I picked him to win.

 

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

JESSE

I knew it!.

 

* DING DING DING DING *

 

Tony takes a victory lap around the ring, posing over a fallen AS, celebrating.

 

The ref is jumping up and down, waving the pin off, pointing two fingers in the air. The bell rang prematurely. T-Bod is having a heated discussion with the referee.

 

JESSE

The hell? That was a 3 count. Politics once again rears its ugly head. That must be Monsoon's son reincarnated.

 

J.R.

You can't blame the timekeeper for this one. I think everybody it was over. After such an amazing sequence of action you would of thought that was it.

 

JESSE

Ross, the poor guy wasted energy celebrating. This isn't fair. And I'm all about fairness. The right thing to do now is postpone the match.

 

J.R.

You gotta be kiddin' me. It was an honest mistake.

 

AS with the schoolboy.

 

1...

 

2...

 

No!

 

Tony is walking around like a headless duck. He's been taken out of the zone. AS is now the predator stalking his prey. Tony gets on his knees and starts begging. Blood rushing down both mens faces. AS spits on T-Bod and unloads with a fury of punches. The crowd is going crazy!

 

T-Bod is whipped into the corner...back bodydrop. AS ducks a punch, waistlock into ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES...AS bridges after the fourth one.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3 -- No! Tony just got the shoulder up.

 

The two exchange punches and chops. Tony with a quick knee to the stomach. He grabs the cowboy boot he took off earlier. AS whips T-Bod to the corner, charging behind him full speed; he doesn't know T-Bod has the boot in his hand. T-Bod floats over and TWHAP, he nailed AS over the head with that boot. That one shot reopened the wound suffered hours ago, blood begins flowing down Anglesault's face like a fountain.

 

Tony drives the toe of thecowboy boot into Anglesault's head just like AS drove the cleet into T-Bod's face two weeks ago. Tony tries to set up the table, which hasn't been used since being brought in, but AS grabs hold of T-Bod's ankle. Tony repeatedly kicks him in the face until he lets go. The white sock on Tony's foot is completely covered in Anglesault's blood.

 

The table is now set up. T-Bod looks at AS, who's laying in a pool of blood. Both men have lost a dangerous amount of blood. AS is whipped into the ropes...OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE ONTO THE TABLE, but it DOES NOT BREAK. AS bounces right off it, falling down to the mat.

 

Tony places AS on the table and starts climbing the cage, trying to get as much impact as possible in order to break the table and most likely win the match. Sucking up the pain Anglesault quickly gets up and takes a giant leap, catching T-Bod's ankle. T-Bod tries to climb over the cage but AS is hanging on like a pitbull. Tony begins kicking Anglesault, who catches the ankle and locks on the SCREAMS OF NO REPLY!

 

This scene looks like something out of a James Bond movie -- Tony is dangling over the top of the cage while AS looks like he's walking up a wall (in this case, a wall of steel fencing) as he has his feet planted firmly on the cage like ones feet when they're walking.

 

Tony is stuck between a rock and a hard place. He's pounding on the cage in part due to pain and because he knows he has nowhere to go. The only options he has is to either hope AS gets tired and lets go of the hold or give up. The referee now climbs the cage to get a better look just in case T-Bod decides to quit.

 

With blood rushing down his face, AS tells Tony to "Give it up you sonofabitch! Tap motherfucker! Tap!"

 

Screaming "Shit! Shit! Shit!" bloody also flowing down his face T-Bod looks around trying to see what he can do to counter the SONR.

 

Using his free leg, Tony kicks the referee, who was there so he could hear if T-Bod quit, towards AS, breaking up the SONR. The ref tries to apologize but AS slaps him across the face (No DQ). Tony is now seated on the cage trying to get some air in. Anglesault climbs up and hits a stiff one-arm clothesline, rocking Tony. The two exchange punches, on T-Bod's third attempt AS blocks it, forearm to the face. AS loosens one of the support wires and ties it around his waist, then he wraps his arms around Tony and...BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX OFF THE CAGE! T-Bod bounces off the table, which still DIDN'T BREAK.

 

"Anglesault!" chant kicks up.

 

JESSE

That is the toughest table I've ever seen. Bob Vila must've built it.

 

J.R.

I've seen it, and I still can't believe it! That was power, sheer power! With one leg over the cage Anglesault was able to execute a belly-to-belly suplex while managing to keep himself from falling. It takes incredible balance and power to pull off what he just did.

 

Tightly holding his ribs, AS looks down from high above the cage in a state of shock, even he can't believe what just happened. After pausing for a moment AS turns his attention back to the match. His back facing towards the ring, he takes a long good look at the jumbotron where he sees the replay of the belly-to-belly, then jumps backwards...ANGLESAULT (Moonsault) from the top of the cage!

 

THE TABLE FINALLY BREAKS!

 

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" rings throughout the arena.

 

J.R.

Good God! Good God almighty! As God is my witness he may really be broken in half. Tony looks like he's dead. AS is rolling around the ring clutching his ribs. It took a lot -- a helluva lot -- out of both men. But can Anglesault find the strength to suck up all the pain and make the cover?

 

JESSE

Or Tony. You said it yourself Ross, it took a lot outta both men. Whoever makes the cover will more than likely get the "W" and collect a huge payday.

 

AS crawls towards Tony, leaving a minipool of blood on the mat with every step. He places his arm on Tony's chest...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

* DING DING DING *

 

J.R.

Anglesault has done it. Anglesault has done it. In a match where we saw some of the craziest sequence of moves, AS has finally prevailed. Say what you want of both men, that was a fight. A helluva fight. They both lost so much pints of blood the Red Cross can drain that very ring and open up a blood bank. This is going down the record books as one of the best matches in OAOAST history.

 

JESSE

I told you the key was for T-Bod to go after the ribs instead he got too flashy and hardly bothered. These types of situations seperates the men from the boys, and I hate to say it, but we found out which was which tonight. But I gotta both guys credit, considering the beatings they received it's not much of a surprise both men rewrote their gameplans on the fly.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, what a match we've just witnessed. The winner and real Mr. OAOAST...Angle-sault!

 

JESSE

What's with Buffer? This wasn't no match for the "Mr. OAOAST" moniker. That title still belongs to T-Bod.

 

J.R.

But you just said --

 

JESSE

Let me tell you somethin' Ross, not everbody is cut out to be a wrestler. T-Bod is Hollywood. Not only did he get jobbed tonight, he got jobbed at the Oscars. How the hell could "Lord of the Rings" beat out "Fast Times at Pittsburgh High: The New Class" for Best Motion Picture? "Lord of the G-Strings" was the better "Lord of the..."

 

J.R.

Well Jess, maybe your boy can go back to Hollywood and make a sequel.

 

JESSE

To "Lord of the G-Strings"?

 

Dead silence from J.R.

 

JESSE

OAOAST Home Entertainment presents A Film by T-Bod -- "Lord of the G-Strings: Return to the Land of the Rising Boner". Starring Nikki Fritz, Flower, Amber Michaels and some Asian chicks for those with Asian fetishes.

 

J.R.

That wasn't very politically correct.

 

JESSE

Political correctness is for losers; people who really need a life. It got me thinkin', though, I gotta ask Zack Malibu if he wants some of that. You know he loves those types of films.

 

J.R.

That's well documented. AngleMania III will return after this word about the OAOAST's next big event.

 

THE YEAR OF LIVING ANGLEOUSLY

April 25, 2004

Edited March 28, 2004 by Tony149

[Stephen Joseph 0]

 

“Higher” by Creed plays and out comes Jeremy Red.

 

COLE:

Tonight we are going to see the end of one of these men’s careers. Will it be Mad Matt or will it be Jeremy Red?

 

CABOOSE:

Matt is going to finally be silenced once and for all tonight. This is the night where Jeremy Red’s star rises above Mad Mad and Mad Matt becomes a footnote in OAOAST history.

 

COACH:

Red looks a bit over confident. Better men then him have been caught off guard by Mad Matt and made to look like fools.

 

CABOOSE:

What an insight Coach! It is completely wrong. Mad Matt fluked his way to the X Division Title. He hasn’t even won a match in I don’t know how long. Jeremy Red has yet to have his shoulders pinned to the canvas.

 

“Beware of the Shadows of Madness”

 

“Numb” by Linkin Park plays and it appears that Mad Matt has NEW MUSIC~! tonight at Anglemania III. Mad Matt is making his way to the ring with a heavy knee brace on his right knee.

 

CABOOSE:

Take a look at him. Mad Matt walking to the ring for the very last time. Jeremy Red looks prepared to take him down.

 

COACH:

This is the most crucial match in either men’s career. One false move and their career is over. Matt is about ready to enter the ring.

 

COLE:

Matt has been waiting for this night since Jeremy Red betrayed him the night after Anglepoolza. It is the classic teacher vs student match. The student may be in for a rude lesson.

 

CABOOSE:

In this case, however the teacher will be the one learning the lesson. Mad Matt’s career is about 10, 15 minutes, depending on how long Jeremy Red wants to toy around with him, away from ending.

 

The bell rings and this match is underway. Jeremy Red and Mad Matt circle each other. Red slaps Mad Matt across the face. Red goes for a punch but Mad Matt blocks it. Mad Matt blasts Red right across the face with a punch. Mad Matt blasts Red right across the face with a second punch. Mad Matt blasts Red with a third punch and Red goes sprawling backwards. Mad Matt picks up Red and throws him into the corner. Mad Matt charges in and crushing corner clothesline. Red rolls to the outside in attempt to catch a breath but Mad Matt slides to the outside. Mad Matt grabs Red around the back of the head and slams him headfirst into the guardrail. Mad Matt stings the chest of the Red with a huge chop. Mad Matt grabs Red and irish whip sending Red crashing into the guardrail in the other end of the arena. Mad Matt rushes Red but Red moves and Mad Matt crashes sternum first into the guardrail. Red grabs Mad Matt and rams him headfirst into the top of the railing. Red climbs on top of the timekeepers table and double axehandle chop to the top of the head of Mad Matt. Red picks up Mad Matt and throws him back into the ring. Red rolls into the ring and crounches over Matt’s body. Red wraps his hands around the throat of Matt and chokes him.

 

COLE:

This match is no disqualification. Red is taking full advantage of this rule.

 

CABOOSE:

Red has Matt beaten right now. He could move in for the kill if he wants to.

 

COACH:

Matt is attempting to fight off the choke but Red is going to the eyes.

 

Red rakes the eyes of Matt and Red grabs Matt. Red throws Matt into the ropes and blasts him with a clothesline. Red backs up and drops an elbow onto the sternum of Matt. Red climbs to the second rope and he waits on Matt. Red leaps off the top but Matt drives a fist to the gut on Jeremy Red. Mad Matt waits on Red and blasts him with an elbowsmash to the side of the head. Mad Matt picks up Red and rams him headfirst into the buckles. Mad Matt punches Red. Mad Matt chops Red. Mad Matt chops Red. Mad Matt chops Red. Mad Matt chops Red. Mad Matt grabs Red and hiptosses him out of the corner.

 

COACH:

Red is backing off.

 

COLE:

Mad Matt has Red by the hair.

 

CABOOSE:

This isn’t right. Come on Jeremy, you can beat this hack. Everyone else has.

 

Mad Matt drives a knee into the face of Red. Mad Matt picks up Red and hooks him in a rear waistlock. Mad Matt goes for a back suplex but Red flips over onto his feet. Red shoves Mad Matt into the corner. Red clips the injured knee out from underneath Mad Matt. Red stomps the knee. Red stomps away at the knee some more. Red grabs the knee and drops an elbow onto it but he hurt his elbow because of the kneebrace. Red massages his elbow and Red is going for the kneebrace to expose the knee but Mad Matt is fighting Red off. Red kicks Mad Matt in the face. Red pulls Mad Matt up and Red grabs Mad Matt around the neck. Red runs forward and leaps over the top rope, snapping the neck of Mad Matt across the top rope.

 

Red slides to the outside and Red rams the knee of Mad Matt across the ring apron. The impact was cushioned somewhat by the kneebrace but it still stung somewhat for Matt. Red is going for the kneebrace again but Mad Matt kicks Red off and Red flies into the guardrail hard.

 

COLE:

Red will not rest until he gets that kneebrace off of Matt so he can expose the knee.

 

CABOOSE:

Why not? Matt will use that metal kneebrace as a weapon to gain the advantage. He can’t beat Jeremy Red in a fair fight. That is why he had it a streetfight.

 

COACH:

Red is going after the knee once again. He just rammed it across the ring apron.

 

Red rams the knee over the ring apron a second time. Red rams the knee a third time. Red is going underneath the ring. Red is looking for some plundah to punish the knee of Mad Matt with. Red pulls out a wooden toolbox. Red bashes the toolbox over the extended leg of Mad Matt and Mad Matt yells out in pain. Mad Matt is holding that leg and Red has a screwdriver. Red is using that screwdriver to remove the kneebrace. Red is prying that kneebrace off and Mad Matt is sitting up. Mad Matt is firing shots at Red and Red is backed off but the kneebrace is off. Mad Matt has to trend lightly because that knee has been completely exposed to attacks. Mad Matt slides to the outside and clotheslines Red. Mad Matt hoists Red onto his shoulder and drops him throatfirst onto the guardrail. Mad Matt has the hammer to the ringbell. Mad Matt swings the hammer at Red but Red ducks and the hammer clings against the ringpost.

 

CABOOSE:

This psycho is attempting to crush poor Jeremy Red’s skull. Jeremy Red has not used any weapons to punish Matt.

 

COLE:

He bashed the tool box over the knee of Mad Matt a little bit ago.

 

CABOOSE:

I don’t know what match you were watching Cole. I saw Jeremy Red using ring smarts by punishing Mad Matt’s knee with his great technical wrestling skills.

 

COACH:

Red is slowly backing away from Mad Matt. He is running from this fight.

 

Mad Matt raises the hammer but Red fires a boot to the groin of Mad Matt causing him to double over in pain. Red steals the hammer and bashes the hammer into the kneecap of Mad Matt. Mad Matt crumples onto the floor, clutching his knee. Red grabs Mad Matt and throws him into the ring. Red enters the ring and grabs Mad Matt’s leg. Red drops an elbow onto the knee of Mad Matt. Red drops a second elbow onto the knee of Mad Matt. Red drops a third elbow onto the knee of Mad Matt. Red drags Mad Matt over and drapes the knee over the bottom rope. Red hoists himself up and sit down onto the knee…NO Mad Matt moves and Red crotches himself on the bottom rope. Red slides to the outside, hurting.

 

COLE:

Well it has been confirmed. Jeremy Red does have a pair after all.

 

CABOOSE:

That was uncalled for, Cole.

 

COACH:

Yeah Michael, what would the kids think of you saying something like that.

 

Mad Matt regains is footing, sore knee and all. Mad Matt vaults over the top rope and Mad Matt leaps onto Red with a pescado.

 

COLE:

Mad Matt is suicidal. He did one of those insane X-Division style moves that he is known for with a bad knee.

 

COACH:

His career’s on the line. Sometimes you have to pull out all the stops when everything is at stake.

 

CABOOSE:

Every bonehead suicidal move by Mad Matt brings his right knee closer to be crippled. All Jeremy Red has to do now is let Mad Matt beat himself and move in for the victory.

 

Mad Matt limps up and Mad Matt grabs Jeremy Red. Mad Matt throws Jeremy Red over the guardrail and Mad Matt climbs over the guardrail. They are fighting in the crowd. Mad Matt grabs Jeremy Red and irish whip into a door. Jeremy Red stumbles over and Jeremy Red is climbing up to the upper balcony of the arena. Mad Matt is following in pursuit, clutching at his knee and wincing with every step. Mad Matt is looking around for Jeremy Red and Jeremy Red bashes a chair over the head of Mad Matt. Mad Matt staggers, dangerously close to the edge of the balcony. Jeremy Red clotheslines Mad Matt and Jeremy Red is hosting Mad Matt up. RED DUMPS MAD MATT OFF OF THE BALCONY ONTO THE CONCRETE BELOW. Mad Matt lands backfirst onto concrete with a sickening thud. Red looks pleased with his work as a holy shit chant starts up as Mad Matt is just lying motionless on the floor below.

 

COLE:

Jeremy Red may have finished off Mad Matt for good with that action.

 

COACH:

I may be no doctor, but falling backfirst onto concrete from 25 feet in the air cannot be healthy for the human body.

 

CABOOSE:

Murdered Matt should have backed out why he had the chance. Now Jeremy Red is going to finish him off.

 

Jeremy Red is perched on the railing of the balcony. Red raises his arms and leaps off. JEREMY RED LEGDROPS MAD MATT FROM THE BALCONY. The crowd starts a holy shit chant and Jeremy Red is slowly pulling himself up. Jeremy Red picks up the half- conconcious form of Mad Matt and throws him over the guardrail back into the ringside area.

 

CABOOSE:

Jeremy Red looks to be wanting to pin Mad Matt in the center of the ring, instead of using the falls count anywhere stipulation. That’s the way all matches should end, in the ring.

 

COLE:

It isn’t over until it’s over. Matt could still have some fight left in him.

 

COACH:

I don’t see how Mad Matt can survive. He took a nasty spill and the impact of that legdrop was sickening.

 

Jeremy Red rolls the limp form of Mad Matt back into the ring. Red struts over to the fallen form of Mad Matt and makes a cover hooking the leg.

 

 

One……

 

 

 

Two……

 

 

Thr….shoulder up. Mad Matt barely got the shoulder up just in time. Red crouches over the fallen body of the Shadow of Madness and blasts him with a punch. Red blasts Mad Matt with a second punch. Red blasts Mad Matt with a third punch. Red picks up Mad Matt and throws him into the ropes. Red hits Mad Matt with a running front clip to the leg and Mad Matt crumples down at an awkward angle, landing on that leg. Red grabs the leg and drops an elbow onto it. Red drops another elbow onto it. Red grabs Matt and leg scissors stomp to the knee. Matt yells out in pain and swats at Red who is out of reach from Matt. Red grabs Mad Matt’s leg and half Boston Crab.

 

COLE:

Red is punishing that leg with ruthless agression.

 

COACH:

Red has that move on in the center of the ring and even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. There is no disqualification so the referee can’t disqualify Red if he refuses to break the submission.

 

CABOOSE:

Red is sinching in the pressure even more. Matt is on his last leg.

 

Cole and Coach groan at this as Jeremy Red continues to crank on the leg. Mad Matt shakes his head at the checks for the submission. Red is using the ropes for leverage as the referee is checking Matt. When the referee turns around and orders Red to release the ropes, Red spits at the referee. Red sacastically yells: “What are you going to do, disqualify me?” Matt is meanwhile trying to twist his body. Red is pulled away from the ropes and Matt turns his leg. Matt rolls Red backwards into some kind of amateur wrestling style cradle.

 

 

 

One……

 

 

 

Two……

 

 

 

Kickout. Red kicks the leg out from underneath Mad Matt as he gets up. Red picks up Mad Matt and throws him into the ropes. Red blasts Mad Matt with a clothesline and Red rolls to the outside. Red grabs a steel chair. Red slides into the ring and raises the chair. He jabs the chair into the kneecap of Mad Matt. Matt screams out loud on camera. Red jams the chair again into the leg of Mad Matt. Red folds the chair over the ankle of Mad Matt and Red is climbing up top. Red is perched on the top rope.

 

COLE:

Red is going to shatter the ankle of Mad Matt.

 

CABOOSE:

One Pillmanizer special from Jeremy Red coming up. This will be the end of Mad Matt for sure.

 

COACH:

Red is jumping off.

 

Red jumps off with a double stomp onto the chair, SNAPPING THE CHAIR SHUT ONTO THE ANKLE. Mad Matt’s ankle may have been broken. Red backs up and legdrops the chair. Mad Matt clutches his ankle and Red drives a knee to the head of Mad Matt knocking him down. Red picks up Mad Matt and Red drapes the leg of Mad Matt over the corner. Red kicks the leg. Red kicks the leg. Red kicks the leg. Mad Matt falls out of the corner and Red grabs the ankle. Red drops an elbowdrop onto the ankle. Red picks up Mad Matt and throws him into the ropes no Mad Matt falls onto his face because the ankle cannot stand. Red grabs Mad Matt’s leg and reverse cross knee scissors. Red is wrenching at the leg of Mad Matt. Matt is not too close to the ropes. Mad Matt is struggling to get to the ropes.

 

COLE:

We could be witnessing the final moments of the career of Mad Matt.

 

COACH:

Red has that leg grapevined perfectly. Mad Matt cannot shift his body to the ropes.

 

CABOOSE:

Red once again showing his intellegience by putting all the pressure he can on that injured right leg of Mad Matt.

 

Mad Matt is scratching, attempting to make his way towards the ropes. Mad Matt is pushing up to his hands a knees. Does Matt have the power to reverse the hold? Mad Matt rolls forward and uses the momentum to throw Red off the leg and over the top rope. Red rolls over on the outside and reaches underneath the ring. Red pulls out a two by four with nails on it. Red enters the ring. Red grabs the microphone from ringside.

 

RED:

Okay, Matt. This is your end. I will give you one chance to spare your ability to walk. Submit right now and end your career. Do it Matt?

 

Matt rolls over and flips Red the double bird. Red enters the ring with the two by four with nails on it and kicks Mad Matt in the head. RED RAMS THE TWO BY FOUR WITH NAILS ON IT INTO THE KNEE OF MAD MATT.

 

COACH:

Good god. This is getting a bit too graphic. The nails are digging into the knee of Mad Matt’s knee, lacerating it.

 

CABOOSE:

Oh, lacerating. Big word for you, Coachman. Mad Matt is in pain and he brought this all upon himself.

 

COLE:

Red has the two by four with nails on it raised again.

 

Red bashes the two by four with nails on it into the knee of Mad Matt once again. Matt is squirming for an escape. Red spins around the knee and goes for the figure four…BUT MATT COUNTERS WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE.

 

 

One……

 

 

 

Two……

 

 

 

Thr…..Kickout. Red takes out the knee of Mad Matt with a front clip. Mad Matt looks to be in pain. Red picks up Mad Matt and Red hooks Mad Matt. Red drives Matt down across the knee facefirst. Red grabs the steel chair that he used earlier. Red is going to the top rope with the chair. Matt is up and Red leaps up but MATT BLASTS THE CHAIR INTO THE FACE OF RED WITH A DROPKICK. That may have been the death blow for Mad Matt’s right leg. Matt is down and holding his knee, gritting his teeth in pain. Red may have been knocked out cold but Matt cannot take advantage because of the leg. Red is slowly rolling over.

 

COACH:

Red is getting away from Mad Matt because if Mad Matt can manage to get his hands on Red for a quick move, it would be the end of Jeremy Red’s career.

 

COLE:

Red is searching underneath the ring for something else.

 

CABOOSE:

He is looking for something to bash Mad Matt’s thick skull in with. Matt is too stupid to give up, you will have to knock him out to beat him.

 

Red pulls out a bag of something. Red slides the bag into the ring. Red pours out the contents and it is hundreds of thumbtacks.

 

COLE:

Things have gone from bad to worse for Matt. Jeremy Red brought hundreds of thumbtacks into the match.

 

CABOOSE:

Red is going to make Mad Matt into a human pin cushion. This is how Mad Matt will be finished off.

COACH:

Red appears to be taking his time with Matt. This could prove to be his downfall if Red gets too cocky.

 

Red whips Mad Matt into the ropes and hooks him from behind. Red has Mad Matt in a sleeperhold. Red is going to put Mad Matt to sleep and then drive him onto the tacks. Red hooks the bodyscissors for added pressure and Mad Matt backs Red into the corner. Matt is on one leg and Matt spins and falls forward, driving Jeremy Red into the thumbtacks, breaking the hold. The referee is checking both men and MAD MATT KIPS UP. Matt cringes after landing on his leg.

 

COLE:

Matt has risen from the dead.

 

COACH:

This is what Jeremy Red had to watch out for. He should have finished off Mad Matt while he had the chance.

 

CABOOSE:

So Matt did a fancy kip up. So what. Can he still wrestle on one leg? Can he beat the diabolical Jeremy Red?

 

Matt limps around and Red punches Matt and Matt blasts Red back with a punch. Matt punches Red again. Matt punches Red a third time. Matt whips Jeremy Red into the ropes and HIGH Back Body Drop. Red staggers up and Matt hooks Red underneath the arm and hiptoss onto the thumbtacks. Red yelps out in pain and gets up, with some tacks stuck in his back. Red swings wildly but Matt ducks and Matt hooks both Red’s arms. Matt lifts up Red for the elevated double chickenwing submission. Matt’s leg gives out on him after a few seconds and Red has Matt in a pinning predicament.

 

 

One…….

 

 

 

Two……

 

 

 

Thr….Matt rolls the hold into a Cattle Multillation. Red is in a lot of trouble. Matt is besting Jeremy Red with submission style wrestling since he can’t go the air because it would mean murder for his knee. Red is attempting to squirm towards the ropes. Red makes it, putting his foot on the bottom rope. Matt breaks cleanly. Matt picks up Red and Matt hits a chop to Red. Matt throws Jeremy Red into the ropes and BLASTS him with a rolling elbow smash to the side of the head. Red flies to the outside. Matt slides to the outside. Matt grabs Red in a headlock but Red shoves Matt into the post out of desperation. Matt flies facefirst into the post.

 

COACH:

Matt took a nasty smack on that post.

 

COLE:

Indeed he did, Coach. I think Mad Matt is busted wide open after hitting that post.

 

CABOOSE:

Matt’s furtile attempts for victory are not working. Jeremy Red just can’t lose. Mad Matt just can’t win unless he gets help or he somehow flukes his way to the win. Flukes will not help against Jeremy Red.

 

Red throws Mad Matt into the ring. Red enters the ring and Red throws Mad Matt into the ropes. Red ducks the head and Matt goes over the hip with a sunset flip.

 

 

One…..

 

 

 

Two…..

 

 

Thr…shoulder up. Red swings at Matt but Matt ducks and backslide to Jeremy Red.

 

 

 

One…..

 

 

 

Two…..

 

 

 

Thr….shoulder up. Red punches Matt and Red throws Mad Matt into the corner. Red charges in but Mad Matt moves. Red hits the corner and Matt hooks Red from behind. MATT DRIVES RED DOWN WITH THE SHADOW OF MADNESS. Matt is sliding his worn down body towards Jeremy Red for the pin attempt. Matt covers Red hooking the leg.

 

 

One…..

 

Two….

 

 

Three. NO. Red got the shoulder up at the last split second. The crowd thought it was over and they were on the edge of their seats.

 

COLE:

How close can you get to someone winning a match but not winning it.

 

COACH:

I really thought for sure that the end was upon us. No one has kicked out of the Shadow of Madness before.

 

CABOOSE:

The only times Matt ever delivered it is in the very few matches that he won and it always spelled the doom of the opponent. And honestly, I thought Matt managed to pull off a miracle as well. Jeremy Red is tougher then anyone would have ever hoped.

 

Matt can’t believe it and Matt is getting up. Does Matt have another one in him? Matt limps up and Matt hooks Red for the Shadow of Madness but Red twists out and Red sweeps the leg out from underneath Mad Matt. Red grabs the leg and drives a knee into the back of it. Red grabs the leg and drives a knee into the back of it again. Red grabs the leg and drops a leg onto it. Red pulls the leg out. Red spins around the leg and figure four leglock. Red is putting all the pressure on the legs of Mad Matt.

 

COLE:

Red is putting the figure four leglock on Mad Matt. This is one of the most deadly moves in wrestling, especially when someone has a bad leg.

 

COACH:

Matt is screaming out in pain.

 

CABOOSE:

I bet Mad Matt regrets teaching Jeremy Red this hold now. Red is going to break both of Mad Matt’s legs.

 

Matt is squirming towards the ropes. Matt has to turn this hold over or get to the ropes or submit. Also there is a chance that Matt could black out from the pain and the match be called in the favor of Jeremy Red, thus ending the career of Mad Matt. Matt falls to the canvas his shoulders on the canvas.

 

 

One…..

 

 

Two…..

Thr…shoulder up. Matt is barely in this thing. The referee asks Mad Matt if he wants to submit and Matt shakes his head. Red is using the ropes for leverage, thus putting even more pressure on the damaged legs of the Shadow of Madness. Matt’s shoulders are on the canvas once again.

 

 

One…..

 

 

Two…..

 

 

Thr….shoulder up. Matt is pulling Red away. Matt is pulling Red to the center of the ring. Matt is attempting to reverse the hold and Red is fighting it big time. MATT HAS THE HOLD TURNED OVER. The referee is manually pull both men apart. Matt is pulling himself up and Red rushes into corner but gets elbowed in the face. Matt is limping his way up to the top rope. Red shoves the top rope, causing Matt to get crotched. Red hooks Mad Matt behind the head and PULLING DDT OUT OF THE CORNER. Matt’s head was driven into the canvas. Red covers Matt hooking the leg.

 

 

One

 

 

Two….

 

 

Thr….foot on the rope.

 

 

CABOOSE:

Matt is opting for the coward’s way out by putting his foot on the bottom rope. He was unable to roll the shoulder or kick out, so why prolong his suffering.

 

COLE:

Matt has one thing that Jeremy Red does not have. Pride and honor for his craft. Jeremy Red is just in it for the money.

 

COACH:

Jeremy Red is picking up Mad Matt.

 

Red throws Matt over the top rope and to the arena floor. Red rolls to the floor. Red stomps away at the fallen form of Matt as chants of “Let’s Go Matt and Jeremy Red Sucks” are getting louder and louder throughout the arena. Red picks up Mad Matt and whips him towards the steps. Matt flies over the stairs, clipping his knee on the stairs on the way over. Red grabs Matt and rolls him halfway into the ring. Red grabs the leg of Matt and rams it into the ringpost. Red rams the leg into the ringpost once again. Red rams the leg into the ringpost a third time. Red rams the leg into the ringpost a fourth time. Red rolls into the ring and Red picks up Mad Matt. Red throws Mad Matt into the ropes. Red kicks Matt in the gut and hooks him in an inverted full nelson. Red hooks the leg and Red sits down, Red has Mad Matt in the Shades of Red with a leglock modification. This could be the submission.

 

COLE:

Jeremy Red has locked on his pet move, the Shades of Red.

 

COACH:

Red also has some kind of modified leglock on. He is taking advantage of the pounding that he has given the leg of Mad Matt during this match.

 

CABOOSE:

Blood is dripping down the face of Mad Matt and he looks to be fading fast. His career is fading into a footnote of history.

 

The referee is checking Mad Matt. The referee is checking the arm. The arm comes up and it comes down. The referee puts one finger up. The referee checks the arm once again. The arm comes up and the arm comes down once again. The referee puts two fingers up. The referee is checking the arm again. The arm comes up and Red releases the move. The arm only dropped halfway through. Red thinks the arm is down and Red turns around. He can’t believe it. Red is stomping away at Mad Matt. Red picks up the steel chair used earlier and waits on Mad Matt. RED SMASHES THE CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF MAD MATT. Matt drops the mat and Red covers Matt hooking the leg.

 

One…..

 

 

Two….

 

 

Thr…shoulder up. “The Let’s Go Matt” chants are raising in volume as well as the “Jeremy Red sucks” chants. Red is thrown off a bit as nearly everyone in the building is rallying behind Mad Matt. Red picks up Matt and Red shoves Mad Matt into the corner. Red rams a shoulder into the gut of Matt. Red does it again. Red does it a third time. Red hooks Mad Matt and lifts him up. Red hooks Mad Matt and Red hoists him up for a superplex but MATT COUNTERS WITH A SUPER SHADOW OF MADNESS IN MID AIR. Red was driven into the canvas with a sickening thud. Matt rises for a second before collasping on top of Jeremy Red.

 

 

One…..

 

 

Two……

 

 

THREE!!!! The crowd gets a ear splitting pop on that one. Matt has done it. Jeremy Red is GONE from OAOAST forever.

 

COLE:

Matt took all Jeremy Red had to dish out and then some. Matt pulled out every bit of energy he had left in his reserve into that Super Shadow of Madness.

 

COACH:

Matt looks zapped from that match. Matt did say that neither of these men would be the same again and after this streetfight which had Matt’s knee punished to the breaking point and Jeremy Red’s momentum being deflated by one move.

 

CABOOSE:

Yeah, Matt finally one the big one. You don’t have to rub it in.

 

Matt gets to one knee, unable to stand on his bad leg. Matt gets his hand raised in the air while the motionless body of one Jeremy Red lies in the background. Matt can’t even stand on the leg. Medical help is out to help escort Matt to the back. They help Matt to the back who can’t even put any pressure on that right leg because it is messed up so bad. The crowd is chanting “na na na na hey hey good bye” to Jeremy Red who is finally showing some signs of conciousness after being on the mat for about four minutes.

Edited March 28, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

::The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. The camera does a close-up of Puerto Rican Lightning’s face. The crowd boos loudly, very loudly, as PRL is angry. He has a psychotic look on his face and is snorting and grunting. He is breathing hard and has two Puerto Rico flags painted on his cheeks. He is wearing a Puerto Rico flag as a cape. He yells for a few minutes as the camera zooms out revealing The Lightning Crew standing up, looking at their leader with evil smiles. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing her hair down, earrings, a gold necklace, chains over her wrists, a bow in her hair and a long black dress, with black heels, comes over to PRL and gives him a kiss.::

 

Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez:

Are you ready?

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

Lindsay, I’ve been ready for the past year. I was born ready.

 

::PRL turns around towards The Lightning Crew. The LC all stand in attention except for Colombian Heat who smiles.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

It is time for this to end. It is time for this feud to come to its climax. It is time for The Mad CRAPPA to get what’s coming to him. Tonight, not only will I walk away the victor. Not only will I walk away still the OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion. But I will also walk away having ENDED THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!

 

Colombian Heat:

That’s right, boy! You gonna do tha right ding. You gonna send The Mad Cappa into retirement! You gonna make him your bi-otch! You gonna be da man once again! P.R., you are going to be the main G tonight at AngleMania III! The Mad CRAPPA will do the J-O-B at the P-P-V. Ha! Ha! Yeah, that’s right! Ha! Ha! Kick it to him, man! PRL is the man! PRL is the best, you know what I’m saying? PRL, Puerto Rican Lightning, will win. You dig me? You got me? Now, then, let’s do the ding in the ring. Kick him in the grill, G! YEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

 

::PRL stares at Colombian Heat.::

 

Colombian Heat:

What?

 

Vitamin X:

I think what Colombian Heat meant to say is that tonight is the night where your legendary status is cemented. Tonight you will win. Tonight is the night.

 

PRL:

Then what the hell are we waiting for? Lightning Crew, are you ready?

 

Lightning Crew:

YES!

 

PRL:

ARE YOU READY?

 

Lightning Crew:

YES!!

 

PRL:

ARE YOU READY?!!

 

Lightning Crew:

YES!!!

 

PRL:

ARE YOU READY?!!!

 

Lightning Crew:

YES!!!!

 

PRL:

THEN LET’S GO OUT THERE AND WIN!!!

 

Lightning Crew:

YES!!!! COME ON!!!

 

PRL:

LET’S GO!!! COME ON!!! LET’S DO THIS THING!!! COME ON!!!

 

Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez:

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

::The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL grabs the Puerto Rican Championship belt (with a new OaOasT logo on it), and leaves with The Lightning Crew. Colombian Heat opens the door, however, and it hits PRL in the face causing the crowd to laugh.::

 

Colombian Heat:

Sorry, dogg.

 

PRL:

Just go!

 

::The crowd laughs as The Lightning Crew leave their dressing room. The crowd then starts booing again.::

 

JR:

You heard Puerto Rican Lightning right. It IS time. It is time for what is without a shadow of a doubt, the most important match in these two young men’s lives. The One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Championship Match. Career vs. Title. The OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion, Puerto Rican Lightning, with The Lightning Crew in his corner vs. The Mad Cappa. And if The Mad Cappa loses, then he must retire from wrestling.

 

::The OaOasT and AngleMania III logos flash by on the screen. A graphic reads “OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH” and then heads to The Mad Cappa vs. Puerto Rican Lightning matchup graphic. The crowd cheers loudly and chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as the matchup graphic appears onscreen. “Fight” plays in the background.::

 

Jesse:

I tell you what, Jim Ross, I am PUMPED! I have been looking forward to this match for one year. Tha Puerto Rican is now, more than ever, ready for the challenge ahead. And I feel sorry for The Mad Cappa right now, since he will have to deal with not only, Puerto Rican Lightning, but The Lightning Crew as well, since they will be surrounding the ringside area for this match. We could very well be witnessing the final match of The Mad Cappa’s career.

 

JR:

“Paybacks are hell.” That is what Cappa has been saying. He has overcome each and every obstacle that The Lightning Crew has put in his way. He won The Lightning Crew Gauntlet. He has beaten the LC time and time again. He is ready for this match. He is ready to finally get his hands on PRL after a one-year wait.

 

Jesse:

It is a match that both men must win and neither man can lose.

 

JR:

Folks, this feud all began on the March 11, 2003 edition of OaOasT IntenseZone. Puerto Rican Lightning made his debut against The Mad Cappa, and they’ve been at each other’s throats since. On March 31, 2003, the day after AngleMania II, in which PRL pinned The Mad Cappa in a Triple Threat Match for the Puerto Rican Championship, The Mad Cappa made it clear that he was gunning for PRL and his Puerto Rican Championship. However, PRL has been avoiding him since. This feud has become a staple of IntenseZone programming and has produced many memorable moments, both good and bad. Let’s take a look back at this feud, and what led to this match that is coming up next at OaOasT AngleMania III.

 

::The OaOasT AngleMania III logo flashes by on the screen. A black screen appears with a caption in big, white blocky letters “MARCH 11, 2003. THE FEUD IS BORN.” “Fight” begins playing.::

 

*Wanna fight?*

 

::Cue The Mad Cappa/Puerto Rican Lightning OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship Match Video Package::

 

::As the song begins, we see clips of The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning making their debuts. Then we cut to the March 11, 2003 edition of IntenseZone where PRL challenged Mad Cappa to a match. Cut to clips of the match. Cut to Mr. Boricua interfering making it a no contest. Cut to AngleMania II on March 30, 2003. Cut to Vince Rusco, Mad Cappa’s former manager, hitting Cappa in the back with a cane. Cut to PRL giving Cappa the P.R. Nightmare and winning the Triple Threat Match against Mad Cappa and NazMistry. Cut to a close-up of Mad Cappa’s face.:

 

*I

I know your every move

I know your every word

I KNOW YOU WELL!!!*

::Clips of Puerto Rican Lightning posing in a broken down warehouse. Cut to a close-up of Puerto Rican Lightning. Cut to clips of PRL attacking The Mad Cappa during the famous IntenseZone Warzone segments.::

 

*And I’ve

Got nothing left to prove

Your threats I find absurd

I AM YOUR HELL!!!*

::Clips of The Mad Cappa posing in a broken down warehouse. Cut to a close-up of The Mad Cappa. Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa attacking Puerto Rican Lightning during the famous IntenseZone segments.::

 

*Everytime

You think that I’m done*

::Clips of The Lightning Crew’s attack on The Mad Cappa on the May 27, 2003 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning slamming the ringbell onto The Mad Cappa’s throat crushing his larynx. Cut to The Mad Cappa being carried away on a stretcher.::

 

*I’ll come back stronger*

::Cut to The Mad Cappa returning to IntenseZone in August.::

 

*Come back stronger*

::Cut to The Mad Cappa attacking Puerto Rican Lightning at OaOasT AngleSlam 2: Screams of No Reply.::

 

*Everytime

You think that you’ve got me*

::Cut to the March 16, 2004 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to Colombian Heat punching one of the fake Mad Cappas.::

 

*I will fight you

I WILL PUT YOU INTO THE GROUND!!!*

::The fake Mad Cappa gives Colombian Heat the BUST A CAP. The fake Cappa takes off his mask to reveal himself to be the real Mad Cappa. The Mad Cappa then gives BUST A CAPs to The Lightning Crew. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning standing in the entranceway staring at The Mad Cappa. Cut to The Mad Cappa yelling at Puerto Rican Lightning demanding he fight.::

 

*I will fight

Till there’s nothing left*

::Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa’s famous Warzone segments. Cut to the fight in the women’s restroom. Cut to the fight in the backstage area. Cut to the fight in the river. Cut to the fight in the forest. Cut to the fight in the streets.::

 

*Till my legs are gone

You WON’T FORGET ME!!!*

::Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa filing Mr. Boricua’s car with cement. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning becoming furious. Cut to The Mad Cappa smiling.::

 

*Cuz I will fight

Till my final breath*

::Cut to PRL giving The Mad Cappa the P.R. Nightmare and pinning him on the May 27, 2003 edition of IntenseZone.::

 

*Just to see you fall

I’LL MAKE YOU FEAR ME!!!*

::Cut to a close-up of The Mad Cappa bloodied. Cut to PRL raising the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt over The Mad Cappa.::

 

*Everytime

You think that I’m done*

::Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa beating down The Lightning Crew by himself. Cut to The Mad Cappa giving Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez the BUST A CAP. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning becoming furious. Cut to The Mad Cappa coming into the ring and PRL running away.::

 

*I’ll come back stronger

Come back stronger*

::Cut to The Mad Cappa beating on Puerto Rican Lightning in the backstage area on the December 2, 2003 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to The Mad Cappa attacking PRL dressed as Santa Claus. Cut to The Mad Cappa giving PRL a Piledriver through a table on the December 25, 2003 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to The Mad Cappa giving PRL 11 BUST A CAPs at Bloody, Battered, and Beaten on December 29, 2003.::

 

*And everytime

You think that you’ve got me*

::Cut to The Mad Cappa hitting PRL in the head with a chair. Cut to Spanish Fly making his debut and attacking The Mad Cappa. Cut to The Lightning Crew beating down on The Mad Cappa after the match. Cut to Mr. Boricua chokeslamming The Mad Cappa. Cut to The Lightning Crew standing victorious over The Mad Cappa, who is in pain, sweating, breathing hard, dazed, and unconscious.::

 

*I will fight you

And I WILL PUT YOU INTO THE GROUND*

::As the song hits an instrumental break, we cut to PRL’s speech after his match against The Mad Cappa at OaOasT Bloody, Battered, and Beaten on December 28, 2003. As PRL speaks, the camera cuts to clips of The Mad Cappa competing in The Lightning Crew Gauntlet. Cut to The Mad Cappa giving the BUST A CAPs to Spanish Fly, Mr. Boricua, Thomas Rodriguez, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Cuban Wall and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, and Vitamin X. Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa celebrating his wins. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning being angry.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

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?

 

::Cut to OaOasT Anglepalooza on January 25, 2004. Cut to the ending of the Puerto Rican Lightning/Shuffle Hardcore Match for the OaOasT North American Championship. Cut to The Mad Cappa and PRL getting into a staredown.::

 

Jesse:

Look out PRL! Look out! Behind you! Behind you! Forget The Mad Cappa! Concentrate on The Shuffle! The Shuffle is getting up!

 

The crowd waits for the two hated rivals to explode, but instead they continue trash talking as Shuffle is now up. Cappa tells PRL to look behind him. PRL turns around and gets kick in the gut…. and is taken down with The Shuffle Bomb to a loud pop.

 

JR:

THE SHUFFLE BOMB! THE SHUFFLE BOMB! THAT IS SHUFFLE’S FINISHING MOVE! THIS IS IT! IT COULD BE ALL OVER! IT COULD BE ALL OVER!

 

Jesse:

No, not like this!

 

The referee counts.

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

JR:

YES!!! YES!!!! WE GOT A NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! WE GOT A NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!! THE SHUFFLE HAS DONE IT! THE SHUFFLE HAS WON! THE SHUFFLE’S DREAM HAS COME TRUE AND THE DREAMS OF ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN TOLD “YOU CAN’T DO IT!”

 

Jesse:

NOOOOOOOOO!!!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!! THE MAD CAPPA INTERFERED!!! THE MATCH SHOULD RESTART!!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!

 

Gary Michael Cappatetta:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match…and NEW One And Only Anglesault Thread North American Heavyweight Wrestling Champion…THE SHUFFLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

::”The Horror” by RJD2 begins playing. The crowd explodes, cheering loudly and chanting “SHUFFLE! SHUFFLE! SHUFFLE! SHUFFLE!” The Mad Cappa jumps up and down and leaves the ring with a smile on his face. He gives a shout out to Shuffle and watches outside the ring. Puerto Rican Lightning is in shock at what just occurred. He puts his hands on his head, and looks at Mad Cappa, who flips him off. PRL is still in shock, as he sits in the ring, watching The Shuffle get his hands raised in victory by the referee. Shuffle is handed the OaOasT North American Championship belt. He raises the NA Title to a loud pop and a huge smile on his face.::

 

JR:

IT WAS SAID IT COULDN’T BE DONE! IT WAS SAID THAT HE WAS THE UNDERDOG! IT WAS SAID THAT THE SHUFFLE WASN’T IN PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING’S LEAGUE. IT WAS SAID THAT THE SHUFFLE HAD NO CHANCE OF BEATING PRL. BUT THE SHUFFLE HAS PROVEN PRL WRONG. HE HAS PROVEN DAN BLACK WRONG. HE HAS PROVEN THE BOYS IN THE BACK WRONG. AND HE HAS PROVEN HIMSELF AND IS NOW THE HOLDER OF INTENSEZONE’S MOST PRESTIGOUS TITLE, THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!!!

 

Jesse:

This is not possible! This is all some bad dream! Did THE SHUFFLE just defeat PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING? DID THE SHUFFLE JUST DEFEAT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING?!!!

 

JR:

LOOK IN THE RING AND SEE WHO IS NOW RAISING THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!

 

::”The Horror” continues playing. The Shuffle is still in the ring celebrating with the fans still cheering him. He looks at the North American Championship belt and becomes a little teary eyed. The Shuffle puts the NA Title belt over his right shoulder and gets The Mad Cappa to enter the ring.::

 

Jesse:

This is a nightmare! This is all a dream! When I wake up, PRL will still be the North American Champion!

 

JR:

THIS IS NOT A DREAM! THIS IS REAL! THE SHUFFLE HAS JUST DEFEATED PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING TO BECOME THE NEW OAOAST NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! THE NA BELT IS AWAY FROM THE CLUTCHES OF PRL! A NEW ERA HAS ARRIVED! WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION! WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!!!

 

::The Mad Cappa enters the ring and gives Shuffle a hug. He raises his hands in victory and gets a loud pop. Puerto Rican Lightning now realizes what is happening, and he starts yelling. He looks at Cappa with a look of rage on his face. He yells “YOU!!!” and goes after Cappa, but decides to back off. The Mad Cappa places the OaOasT North American Championship belt over the waist of The Shuffle. The Shuffle starts crying and raises his hands in victory once again with the NA Title belt around his waist.::

 

::Cut to the February 17, 2004 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to the ending of The Mad Cappa/Colombian Heat Lightning Crew Gauntlet Match. The instrumental break for “Fight” is still going.::

 

JR:

The LC is ganging up on Mad Cappa.

 

The crowd boos loudly as Fly, X, and Rodriguez send Cappa to the mat. Vitamin X picks up Cappa and goes for a punch, but Cappa blocks it, and gives Vitamin X the BUST A CAP to a big pop.

 

PRL:

NO!!!

 

TMC elbows Spanish Fly and Thomas Rodriguez. Cappa punches Thomas out of the ring, and he gives Spanish Fly the BUST A CAP to another loud pop. Fly leaps up and falls back first down to the mat.

 

JR:

Mad Cappa is now decimating the Lightning Crew!

 

PRL:

Not for long!

 

JR:

Wait a minute, what does Colombian Heat have?

 

Spanish Fly exits the ring as Mr. Boricua and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member enter. Colombian Heat grabs his pimp cane and slowly crawls back into the ring. TMC fights off Boricua and PROTOTYPE with the IMPACT to both men. The crowd is still going crazy as the rest of The Lightning Crew lie around the ringside area. Cappa clotheslines PROTOTYPE over the top rope and gives Mr. Boricua the BUST A CAP to a loud pop. Boricua exits the ring when suddenly, Colombian Heat smashes his pimp cane across Mad Cappa’s back causing it to break. The crowd boos loudly as Mad Cappa falls to the mat.

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD WHAT A SHOT FROM THAT—THAT PIMP CANE!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

AND THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

 

The crowd boos loudly and chants “HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS!” but Colombian Heat doesn’t care and just raises some gang signs. He trash talks to the crowd and grabs his testicles, and then laughs his evil laugh while The Mad Cappa recovers from the cane shot. He dances a bit and spits at the crowd. He flips the crowd up and picks up Cappa slapping him in his face.

 

JR:

What a shot of disrespect from Colombian Heat!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

And now it is finally going to happen! The Mad Cappa will finally lose! The Lightning Crew Gauntlet will end! Colombian Heat will make The Lightning Crew proud! Go, HEAT, GO! GO, HEAT, GO! GO COLOMBIAN HEAT!

 

JR:

This does NOT look good for The Mad Cappa. He is still feeling the effects of that pimp cane shot and who knows how stable his back is? Colombian Heat can take the advantage and win the match ending The Mad Cappa’s dreams of getting a match against Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

PRL:

That’s not going to happen any night!

 

JR:

This is—this—this is just—just too depressing to watch. Cappa is one his knees, being carried around by Colombian Heat.

 

PRL:

It’s all over, Cappa. It’s all over. All your dreams. Your hopes. Your future. It is all about to fade away. Face it, Cappa. You’re nothing. NOTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!

 

The crowd continues booing loudly and chanting “HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS! HEAT SUCKS!” and “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and throw garbage into the ring as Colombian Heat picks up the tired, in pain, fatigued, sweaty, breathing heavily, dazed, and confused Mad Cappa. Heat spits in the crowd’s direction as he stands Mad Cappa up.

 

JR:

This doesn’t look good for Mad Cappa.

 

But then, in a burst of energy, The Mad Cappa kicks Colombian Heat in the gut, and gives him the BUST A CAP to a loud, humongous pop.

 

JR:

AND WHAT THE? WHAT THE? OH MY! OH MY GAWD~!!! THE BUST A CAP! THE BUST A CAP!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS JUST HIT THE BUST A CAP ON COLOMBIAN HEAT!!! HE HIT THE BUST A CAP OUT OF NOWHERE! NOWHERE!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

WHAT? NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! COME ON LIGHTNING CREW! GET UP! GET UP LIGHTNING CREW! COME ON LC! COME ON AND GET UP! DAMNIT! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!!!

 

The crowd goes wild as Colombian Heat falls to the mat back first and acts like he is in a seizure. The Mad Cappa smiles and covers Colombian Heat.

 

JR:

COVER HIM!

 

PRL:

NO! NO!!! IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS! IT JUST CAN’T!!! IT JUST CAN’T END LIKE THIS!!! NO!!!

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!!

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

JR:

CAPPA DID IT! CAPPA DID IT! MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA!!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

Gary Michael Cappatetta:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, and WINNER of The Lightning Crew Gauntlet, and will NOW be receiving a shot at the Puerto Rican Championship against Puerto Rican Lightning, THE MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

A!!!!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing again. The Mad Cappa smiles a wide smile and gets his arms raised by the referee. Colombian Heat is still lying on the mat, struggling to get up, while the rest of The Lightning Crew walk to the entrance, all in pain. PRL stands up and throws a temper tantrum at the announcer’s table. The Mad Cappa gets the crowd hyped up, waving his hands in the air and climbing the turnbuckles, getting the crowd to cheer louder and louder. The crowd is going crazy chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as Cappa smiles and yells out “I GOT MY SHOT! I GOT MY SHOT!”::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I agreed to this stupid Gauntlet!

 

JR:

Well it’s too late now to back out of it. You are LEGALLY BINDED to a one-on-one match against The Mad Cappa. And there is NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO BACK OUT OF THIS MATCH! YOU HEAR THAT, P.R.? NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!! NOTHING—

 

PRL:

SHUT UP! I GOT IT! I GOT IT! As much as I hate to say it, The Mad Cappa did what I wanted him to do. He defeated all 8 members of The Lightning Crew. I gotta give him propz for at least doing that.

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” continues playing as The Mad Cappa continues standing in the ring smiling, dancing, and jumping up and down. Cappa makes the international “I-Want-The-Belt-Around-My-Waist” hand motion and puts one finger in the air symbolizing his match against PRL. The crowd cheers.::

 

PRL (distraught):

Aw, shut up, you stupid fans!

 

JR:

You said it couldn’t be done. You signed the contract and made it legally binding because you thought that The Mad Cappa couldn’t defeat every member of The Lightning Crew. You thought he couldn’t defeat Mr. Boricua. You were proven wrong. You thought he couldn’t defeat Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. You were proven wrong. You thought he couldn’t defeat Cuban Wall and PROTOTYPE in a Handicap Match. You were proven wrong. You thought he couldn’t defeat Colombian Heat or Vitamin X. You were proven wrong. For 2 months, The Mad Cappa has proved you wrong week in and week out. And now you must pay the price. You WILL defend your Puerto Rican Championship against The Mad Cappa. The question is at what date will this one-on-one match happen and it WILL happen.

 

PRL:

SHUT UP JR! DON’T MAKE ME SEND PROTOTYPE AFTER YOU AGAIN! I GOT TO THINK! THIS IS SOMETHING I DID NOT EXPECT! I EXPECT CAPPA TO GO DOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY! I DID NOT ACTUALLY EXPECT HIM TO WIN THE DAMN LIGHTNING CREW GAUNTLET!!! I SET THIS UP BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD LOSE AND I COULD GET HIM OUT OF MY HAIR! WELL NOW, THIS IS SOMETHING COMPLETELY NEW TO ME! I NEED TIME TO THINK!

 

JR:

When will the match take place?

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

WILL YOU SHUT UP? I NEED TIME TO SORT THINGS OUT!

 

JR:

AW, KISS MY ASS!!!

 

PRL:

No thank you! Now, if you’ll excuse, I need to get my things together. I need to think about the date of the match. The stipulations. And I got to confront Colombian Heat and The Lightning Crew for FAILING ME IN THIS GAUNLET! I AM VERY ANGRY AT COLOMBIAN HEAT RIGHT NOW AND HE WILL HEAR FROM ME NEXT WEEK! HE HAS A WEEK TO RUN, BECAUSE NEXT WEEK I WILL PUNISH HIM FOR FAILING ME THIS WEEK!!! COLOMBIAN HEAT WILL GET PUNISH NEXT WEEK!!!

 

::Colombian Heat slowly leaves the ring. He is shocked that he lost and is sad. The Mad Cappa is still in the ring celebrating.::

 

PRL:

Next week, all the questions will be answered. I will punish Colombian Heat. I will address the crowd about the end of the Lightning Crew Gauntlet. And I will reveal the date of the PRL/Mad Cappa Puerto Rican Championship Match.

 

JR:

Next week looks to be a barnburner! The Lightning Crew Gauntlet has finally ended this week, and it was won by The Mad Cappa! Way to go Cappa! Way to go!

 

PRL:

SHUT UP!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing again. The Mad Cappa heads to a turnbuckle and poses to a loud pop. The Mad Cappa looks directly at Puerto Rican Lightning and gives him a mean look. Puerto Rican Lightning looks at The Mad Cappa and sneers. He stands up and grabs his Puerto Rican Championship belt and raises it for Cappa to see. He points to it while Cappa continues staring a hole in him.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

No Chance. No Chance. No Chance In Hell. Do you hear that? DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BASTARD? THERE IS NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT YOU WILL EVER BEAT ME!!! NOT A CHANCE IN HELL THAT YOU WILL WIN THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

 

::Puerto Rican Lightning stands up on top of the announcer’s table and raises his Puerto Rican Championship belt in Mad Cappa’s direction. He yells at Mad Cappa.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! YOU HEAR THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH?!!! NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME!!! NEVER!!! NEVER!!! NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! No chance in hell! No chance in hell!!! NONE!!! No chance in hell!!!

::Cut to the February 24, 2004 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning in the ring, furious.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

ALL RIGHT THAT DOES IT!!! I AM ABSOLUTELY SICKED OF YOU!!! MY PATIENCE FOR YOU IS RUNNING THIN!!! YOU SEE MAD CRAPPA, I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING. I REALIZED THAT THE OAOAST IS NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US!!! ONLY ONE OF US IS STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE AND SINCE YOU ARE SO DAMN DETERMINED TO HAVE A MATCH WITH ME, THEN LET’S FIND OUT WHO THAT PERSON IS!!! YOU WILL GET YOUR MATCH!!! AND YOU WILL GET THAT MATCH…AT OAOAST ANGLEMANIA III!!!

 

JR:

OH YEAH, HERE WE GO!!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

THIS HAS GONE ON FAR ENOUGH!!! YOU AND I HAVE BEEN DOING FOR THIS FOR ALMOST A YEAR AND I’M SICK OF IT!!! I HATE YOU!!! I CAN’T STAND YOU!!! LET’S SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL AT ANGLEMANIA!!!

 

::The crowd pops loudly. The Mad Cappa looks satisfied with that answer while Puerto Rican Lightning, now sweating and shaking with his face red, calms down.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

But, on one condition, AND THA PUERTO RICAN MEANS ONE CONDITION! I will make this match happened, but…BUT…I WANT YOUR CAREER ON THE LINE!!!

 

::The crowd boos loudly. PRL sneers while Cappa thinks of his answer. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” at PRL.::

 

JR:

That’s not right! PRL has no right to do this! Making Mad Cappa put his career on the line just so he can have a match against Puerto Rican Lightning? That is not fair. Will Cappa go through with it?

 

The Mad Cappa:

If I have to put my career on the line in order to have a match with you…so be it. I ACCEPT!!!

 

::The crowd pops. PRL and The Mad Cappa engage in a staredown.::

 

JR:

WELL WE FINALLY HAVE THE MATCH!!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

SO THEN IT’S SETTLED!!! SUNDAY, MARCH 28, 2004 LIVE FROM THE PONTIAC SILVERDOME IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN!!! OAOAST ANGLEMANIA III!!! CAREER VS. TITLE MATCH!!! PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP: THE CHAMPION PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING VS. THE CHALLENGER THE MAD CAPPA WITH THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER ON THE LINE!!! IF YOU LOSE, CRAPPA, IT’S OVER!!! DONE! FINISH!!! YOUR CAREER WILL END!!! YOUR CAREER WILL BE OVER!!!

 

*Cuz I will fight

Till there’s nothing left

Till my legs are gone

You won’t forget me*

::Cut to OaOasT Zero Hour: Night of the X. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa engaging in a staredown. Cut to The Mad Cappa signing the contract. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning signing the contract. Cut to The Mad Cappa being attacked by The Lightning Crew. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning stabbing Cappa with the pen and signing his name again with Mad Cappa’s blood.::

 

*Everytime

You think I’m done*

::Cut to clips of PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member and Cuban Wall wheeling out The Mad Cappa Mannequin on the March 2, 2004 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to The Lightning Crew beating on the mannequin. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning giving The Mad Cappa Mannequin the P.R. Nightmare. Cut to The Lightning Crew celebrating over the fallen Mad Cappa Mannequin. Cut to a close-up of The Mad Cappa Mannequin.::

 

*I’ll come back stronger

Come back stronger*

::Cut to clips of PRL with the fake Mad Cappa. Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa giving the fake Mad Cappa the BUST A CAP. Cut to PRL touching the real Mad Cappa’s face and running away.::

 

*And everytime

You think that you’ve got me*

::Cut to clips of the March 23, 2004 edition of IntenseZone. Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning telling The Mad Cappa how he really feels about him. Cut to The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning brawling.::

 

*I will fight you*

::Cut to The Lightning Crew beating down on The Mad Cappa. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning yelling and spitting at Mad Cappa’s face while The Lightning Crew hold him back. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning raising the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt.::

 

*Everytime

You think that I’m done*

::Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa’s feud over the past year. It is interspersed with clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa posing in a broken down warehouse. It is also interspersed with clips of PRL and Cappa yelling.::

 

*I’ll come back stronger

Come back stronger*

::Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning giving opponents the P.R. Nightmare. Cut to clips of The Mad Cappa giving opponents the BUST A CAP. Cut to close-ups of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa. Cut to PRL sneering to the camera. Cut to The Mad Cappa smiling and slapping hands with the fans. Cut to PRL and The Mad Cappa engaging in several staredowns against each other. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning raising the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt several times from different angles.::

 

*And everytime

You think that you’ve got me*

::Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa engaging in several brawls. Cut to close-ups of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa after losing. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa bloodied. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa after winning. Cut to clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa training for the match.::

 

*I will fight you*

::Cut to close-ups of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa in pain. Cut to more clips of Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa training.::

 

*Cuz I will fight

Till there’s nothing left

Till my legs are gone

You won’t forget me*

::As “Fight” comes to an end, we cut to close-up shots of The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning with serious, determined looks on their faces. Cut to Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa with angry looks on their faces. Cut to The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning engaging in a staredown in the broken down warehouse. The camera does a 360-degree turn as it shows PRL and Cappa not taking their eyes off each other. A caption appears in big, white blocky letters that reads “GET READY” and fades away, replaced by “CAREER VS. TITLE”. It is then followed by “THE MAD CAPPA VS. PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING FOR THE OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP.” The camera shows PRL doing a sneer at Mad Cappa. The video package comes to an end with the last image being the Puerto Rican Lightning/Mad Cappa staredown in the broken down warehouse. “Fight” ends.::

 

::The OaOasT IntenseZone and OaOasT HeldDOWN logos flash by on the screen. It is then followed by the OaOasT AngleMania III logo. The camera cuts to the interview area. The crowd explodes with cheers and begins chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The Mad Cappa is pacing back and forth and jumping up and down, with an angry and determined look on his face. He yells out as “Mean” Gene Okuerland stands next to Cappa with a microphone in his hand.::

 

“Mean” Gene Okuerland:

I am here backstage, with The Mad Cappa. Mad Cappa, you are just moments away from what is without a doubt, the single, most important match in your life. You are taking on Puerto Rican Lightning for the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship, and if you lose, Cappa, then you must retire from wrestling. This is a match that has been one year in the making as you and PRL have been feuding since March of last year. Cappa, what are your thoughts heading into this match?

 

::Okuerland places the microphone under Cappa’s mouth. The crowd cheers loudly and causes Cappa to stop for a few seconds to hear the cheers. He looks at the crowd and smiles, but his smile quickly fades and an angry and vengeful look appears on his face.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

One year. ONE YEAR. 12 months. 365 days. One year later. After every BUST A CAP. After ever P.R. Nightmare. After every chairshot. After every Sweet Chin Music. After every chokeslam. After every powerbomb. After every slap. After every taser shot. After every bellshot. After every single thing that Tha Puerto Rican has thrown at me. I HAVE THROWN BACK! After every ounce of sweat. After every drop of blood. After all the wins. After all the loses. After all the injuries. After all the pain. I can safely say that GATLAMALA! I AM BACK AND READY TO FIGHT!!!

 

::The crowd cheers loudly. The camera points to several Mad Cappa and Anti-PRL signs that are in the crowd. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa takes a few seconds to calm down.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

Puerto Rican Lightning. For one year, you and me have been engaged in a war. A war that has changed our lives forever. We have used all our strength, and anything and everything we could think of to take each other for good. But, until now, you and I, we’ve failed. You nearly ENDED MY CAREER! BUT, YOU FAILED! PRL, for one year, you have run roughshod over IntenseZone. Over the OaOasT. You have dominated all who have challenged you. You have hurt people physically and emotionally. You have done evil acts with no remorse. Since March 10, 2003, you have ended careers, caused injuries, and engaged in perverse sexual acts and no one has step up to stop you. Well, Lightning, the time has come for you to get yours! YOU WILL GET YOUR COMEUPPANCE TONIGHT!!!

 

::The crowd cheers. The camera does a close-up of Cappa’s furious face.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

Tonight, you will pay for what you have done for one year. You will suffer the consequences. I will avenge all you have hurt. I will take you out and I WILL BECOME THE NEW OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION!!! You have tried to take me out, and you have been unsuccessful. Everytime you think you finished the job, I’ve come back stronger than ever. And now, it is time for this war to end. For one year, we fought each other. Tonight is the climax. You CANNOT BEAT ME NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!!!

 

::The crowd cheers some more.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa. Career vs. Title. No Disqualification Match. OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship Match. Pontiac Silverdome. Detroit, Michigan. One On One. OaOasT AngleMania III. Sunday, March 28, 2004. Tonight. This is What It All Comes Down To. A match one year in the making. A feud that has lasted for 365 days is coming to an end. The time has come. The minutes, the seconds, they tick away closer and closer to this match. Puerto Rican Lightning, when we step in the ring, we will clash like two titans! But in the end, when the dust has settled, and the cheering fades, there will only be one winner. And I will be DAMNED if I have my career ended by you tonight at AngleMania III in Detroit, Michigan!!!

 

::Cheap pop. More “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” chants.::

 

The Mad Cappa:

PRL, you will finally get what you deserve. You will finally get your comeuppance. You will get what is coming to you! I WILL COME AWAY WITH THE OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND SEE A NEW ERA BEGIN!!! DON’T ASK, JUST ACCEPT IT! Puerto Rican Lightning…PAYBACKS…ARE…HELL!!!

 

::The Mad Cappa leaves the interview area. The crowd is cheering loudly. They are chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The camera pans the crowd and shows the 74,000 fans with their signs. Cut to the announcer’s table with Jim Ross and Jesse “The Body” Ventura.::

 

JR:

Some harsh words from The Mad Cappa. He is ready for tonight’s match. He is ready to fight PRL and is ready to win the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship.

 

Jesse:

Talk is cheap, Jim Ross. The Mad Cappa may be saying all these big words and may be trying to sound like he is ready to fight, but deep down, you KNOW he is scared. He is scared because he knows that The Lightning Crew will be accompanying Puerto Rican Lightning. He’s scared because he knows that he has been bloodied at the hands of The Lightning Crew not once, but twice. He’s scared because his career is on the line tonight. If he loses, there is no going back. There is no tomorrow for The Mad Cappa! This all or nothing for Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

I wouldn’t give PRL so much credit. He has run away from The Mad Cappa time and time again over the past year. The only reason he agreed to this match was because of Cappa winning The Lightning Crew Gauntlet. He has been a coward. He has chickened out of fightning Cappa time and time again. Puerto Rican Lightning is the one who should be afraid tonight.

 

Jesse:

That is all lies and you know it! The Mad Cappa is the one who has been injecting himself into PRL’s lives time and time again. HE was the one who has attacked The Lightning Crew time and time again. The only reason PRL has yet to fight Cappa was because he wasn’t prepared for a match. Cappa has surprised him and The LC all those times this past year. PRL hasn’t been ready. His mind wasn’t focused on Cappa. But now, his mind is focused. He is ready for the fight. You saw what happened this past week on IntenseZone. PRL has been training with Vitamin X. And you saw what happened at the end of the show. PRL and The Lightning Crew go the best of Mad CRAPPA once again and the last thing we saw was PRL standing over Cappa victorious. THAT was just a little preview of what’s coming up next.

 

JR:

Fans, the wait is over. The anticipation ends. This is a match one year in the making. The feud that has been a staple of IntenseZone programming ends tonight. Career vs. Title. The Mad Cappa vs. Puerto Rican Lightning in a No Disqualification Match for the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship. Cappa’s career is on the line in this matchup. He MUST win if he wants to still have a job tomorrow morning. It doesn’t get any bigger or more important than this. This match will change the lives of PRL and Cappa forever. Here we go. Let’s head down to Michael Buffer in the ring for the introductions.

 

Jesse:

No Chance In Hell, Mad Cappa!

 

::Cut to the ring with Michael Buffer. The crowd cheers loudly, nearly blowing the roof off the building. Buffer stands in the middle of the ring wearing a white tuxedo and black dress pants with a black bow tie and black dress shoes. He begins to speak after the bell rings.::

 

*DING DING DING*

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ANNOUNCER

Ladies and Gentleman! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the only way to attain victory is to pin your opponent to the mat for a 3 count!

 

*The fans go nuts in recognition of the match they are about to see.*

 

COLE

Here it is ladies and gentleman...the culmination of YEARS of hatred.

 

*The OU Fight Song hits over the arena’s speakers and the fans stand in unison and just absolutely go nuts as Ryan Smith bursts onto the stage hopping around and pumping his fist to the sky. He looks excited to be at Anglemania but you can tell that he has determination in his eyes.*

 

ANNOUNCER

Making his way to the ring from Norman, Oklahoma! Weighing in at 232 pounds........RYAN SMITH!!!!!!!!!

 

*The fans continue to cover Smith with praise and adulation as he makes his way to the ring. In a scene eerily reminiscent of the last time he squared off with Damaramu, Smith stops and hugs his girlfriend and mother who are sitting at ringside.*

 

COACH

I just got Deja Vu.

 

CABOOSE

I have a very eery feeling. I don’t like this.....not at all. Something’s not right.

 

COLE

I feel it to.........I feel it to. The arena has gotten very cold.

 

*Apparently the fans notice the sudden drop in temperature as they kind of warm themselves and those with jackets reach to put them on. Ryan Smith still warms up in the ring but even he motions that it’s suddenly gotten cold. The fans cheering all goes to silence as the lights in the arena suddenly go out. A few random boo’s are dotted through the arena but the majority stand in stunned silence.*

 

COLE

I don’t like this. I feel something very wrong here.

 

COACH

It’s him...........

 

*The fans all stand as an emerald green spotlight shines on the stage revealing Skull Mask quietly walking out. Suddenly Damaramu’s voice can be heard speaking in tongues as the funeral bells gong in the background. The fans all look as Mask continues to pray to the sky with his hands outstretched. Then he suddenly brings them down and something explodes above the entrance way.*

 

CABOOSE

Oh holy shit............

 

*Hanging above the entrance way is a large skull that is now on fire, covered in a green flame. In the middle of it’s forehead seared in with green fire is a large “D”. Suddenly the Undertaker’s Ministry of Darkness music begins to resonate through the arena and the fan’s all look expectantly to the entrance way. A figure dressed in a black robe walks onto the stage. Skull Mask turns to it and drops to one knee bowing before it. The green light fills the arena along with the smoke as the eery music continues to play. Slowly the cloaked figure walks to the ring.*

 

ANNOUNCER(shaky voice)

And his opponent. From Moore, Oklahoma. Weighing in at 251 pounds............DAMARAMU!!!!

 

*The fans now begin to boo but quickly shut up as the figure continues to make it’s way to the ring while the Ministry of Darkness music continues to play throughout the arena. Ryan Smith is standing in the ring, not afraid but with a look of stunned silence. He suddenly mouths the words “Not again” as the figure ascends the steps outside the ring. He stops and lifts his face to the heavens and outstretches his arms as the lights go back up in the arena. The robed figure slowly steps into the ring with the mist still filling the ring but the house lights now back on. The fans all continue to stare as the cloaked figure stops in the middle of the ring.*

 

SMITH

Your mind games won’t work! Take off that robe!

 

COLE

What is going on?

 

COACH

I think I have to go guys......seriously.........bye!

 

CABOOSE(grabbing Coach)

Sit your ass down........if I have to suffer.....so do you!

 

*The cloaked figure removes it’s cloak to reveal a very different looking Damaramu standing in the middle of the ring. The fans now stand up and begin to boo recognizing the man they all hate. His hair is no longer tied into a ponytail, instead it hangs down over his face and is now a silver color. His skin is even paler than normal but he wears the same outfit that he always wears to wrestle in. He looks up straight at Smith flipping his hair back to reveal his haunting eyes. Smith takes a step back and even the referee has to stop and look on in horror. Damaramu’s eyes are completely white. It is as if they are rolled into the back of his head. He stands staring at Smith. The ref gets in between them delivering the rules and Smith starts to talk trash to the zombie Damaramu that stands in front of him. Damaramu just looks at him with the white searing eyes as Smith continues to talk trash.*

 

COLE

I can feel it. You can cut the tension with a knife. This is what it is all about ladies and gentleman! Two warriors meeting in the middle of the ring to settle all of the hatred with a fight to determine who the man is! Look at this place! Not a fan is sitting down and there are camera’s going off everywhere!

 

COACH(standing up)

I LIVE FOR THIS!

 

CABOOSE

Umm.....so do the rest of us......but sit down.

 

*Smith continues to talk trash and Damaramu pushes past the referee and gets nose to nose with Smith. Not a smile or frown has cracked on Damaramu’s face. He is as emotionless as Skull Mask. The referee finally gets both men to back up and get ready to square off.*

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

*Both men circle each other. Smith has a hop in his step but Damaramu moves slow and methodically. Finally Smith comes in and they lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Damaramu gets the advantage with a side headlock and Smith pushes him out into the ropes. Dama comes back in with a shoulder block taking Smith down. Dama hits the ropes again and Smith jumps back up..leap frog! Dama comes back in......hiptoss by Smith. Dama rolls to his feet and turns back to Smith stepping right up in his face. Smith starts to talk more trash and Damaramu slaps him. Smith staggers back and then flies into Damaramu with a double leg takedown!*

 

COLE

The rulebook is out the window! It’s only going to get heavier from here on!

 

COACH

Remember you can only win by pinfall.....that means no disqualification and no countout!

 

*Smith begins to throw wild punches to Damaramu who fights back. The ref gets in between them and manages to pull Smith off. Smith goes to his corner looking pissed off as Damaramu kips up and comes to his feet with a snarl on his face. Both men meet one another again in the middle of the ring and Damaramu gets a throat shot in to stagger Smith. The fans boo as the ref can’t do anything about the blatant knife edge to the throat. Dama starts laying in wild haymakers to Smith’s head as he backs to the corner to try to cover up. The emotionless Damaramu follows him in and starts delivering hard elbow smashes to Smith’s face! Dama spins........rolling elbow! Smith is dazed. Smith falls forward out of the corner and Dama meets him with a spiking DDT!*

 

COLE

That injured neck of Smith’s.....we know Damaramu is after it!

 

*Smith lays on the mat as Dama hits the ropes and comes in with an elbow drop to the back of Smith’s neck! Damaramu gets onto his knees and begins delivering high knee drops right into Smith’s neck. The fans look on in disgust as Damaramu like an animal lays in knee after knee after knee. After so many shots that everyone has lost count Dama rolls Smith over and places his hand around his throat while leaning in with a menacing snarl. Smith begins flailing as Damaramu cinches in the choke.*

 

COLE

This isn’t the same Damaramu! He’s just punishing Smith!

 

*Damaramu stands up holding onto Smith’s throat yanking him up. Dama gives the signal and hoists Smith up before crashing him back down with a chokeslam! Cover!

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

Smith kicks out!*

 

COLE

The fans like that kickout.

 

COACH

Well it’s pretty obvious that he’s not going to put Smith down that easily.

 

CABOOSE

I don’t think he’s done playing with Smith.

 

COLE

If that is his plan then it’s flawed. You don’t play with a man like Smith.

 

*Dama pulls Smith up by his hair and sends him into the ropes. Dama tries to hit him with a lariat but Smith ducks and comes back in.....high flipping dropkick! Damaramu is down! Smith rolls to the ropes trying to catch his bearings. Damaramu begins to make his way to his feet as well checking to make sure his nose wasn’t busted by the dropkick. Dama goes into the corner where Smith is aggressively but Smith is waiting as he ducks out of the corner and then jumps with a high knee into Dama’s back to send him into the corner. The fans explode as Smith goes nuts with wild boxer like punches to Dama’s face and stomach. Dama tries to fight back but Smith is just to wild. Dama ducks his head out of the ropes to try and catch a breather but Smith continues to lay them in following him out. Finally Smith pulls him out of the corner and then steps back before delivering a hard field goal like kick right between Damaramu’s legs!*

 

COLE

Smith is going to fight just as dirty as Damaramu!

 

CABOOSE

It’s the only way to beat a madman like Damaramu. Especially like he is now.

 

*Damaramu doubles over in pain and Smith grabs him around the waist taking him over with a gutwrench suplex! Smith sits him up and then delivers another hard kick to Dama’s spine! Dama winces in pain as Smith pulls him up by the hair and then pulls him in position for a DDT. However Smith rolls him around and drops him with a neckbreaker!*

 

COLE

Smith is just punishing Damaramu now.

 

*Smith stands up and makes a motion towards Dama’s neck.*

 

SMITH

He wants to break mine!? Well then I’ll break his first!

 

*The fans cheer in approval as Smith pulls Damaramu up from behind with a waistlock and then pulls him over with a high release german suplex that bring Dama right down on his head! Smith goes over for the cover!

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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

NO DAMA KICKED OUT! Smith does not look to happy!*

 

COLE

I thought he may have had him! Dama came right down on his head!

 

*Smith pulls Dama back up and grabs him around the head and neck before flipping him back onto his head with a hard head and neck tazzplex! Dama comes straight down on his head and then sits up with a dazed look on his face before rolling out of the ring.*

COLE

Dama trying to catch a breather now. I can’t tell how hurt he is b/c I can’t see his eyes past the white!

 

*Dama pulls himself up on the announce table and Smith is on the apron. Smith comes flying off onto Damaramu delivering wild punches all over Damaramu! Smith sets back and runs towards Damaramu but Dama ducks and flips him over onto the announce table! The fans begin to boo as Dama seems to have regained himself. He rubs his neck before turning to Smith who is trying to get off the table. Dama shakes his head no and brings his elbow down on the back of Smith’s head! Dama delivers a couple of more good shots before pulling Smith off of the table. Dama turns holding onto the back of Smith’s head and sending him sailing into the ring post! Smith hits it off of his feet and ricochets off of the post hitting the mats and spurting blood from his forehead!*

 

COLE

Damaramu has taken control and he has busted Smith open! Now we’re going to see just how sick he is!

 

*Damaramu follows Smith around and pushes his head with his foot before yanking him up and slamming him back first into the barricade. Smith looks dazed as the blood flows from his forehead. Damaramu puts him up as if for a vertical suplex but then crotches him on the barricade! Smith sits up as Damaramu delivers a couple of hard knife edge chops to the half-there Smith. Dama turns to Smith’s girlfriend.*

 

DAMA

I told you I was coming and HELL WAS COMING WITH ME!

 

*With those words Dama turns and speeds at Smith with a hard lariat that flips him off the barricade and onto the top of his head! Smith is out on the floor! Dama turns to the fans who are now booing him like mad and just shakes his head. He pulls Smith out of the crowd and slams him face first into the barricade. Smith slumps over on the barricade as Dama straddles it beside Smith and removes his shirt. Dama uses his shirt as a weapon to choke Smith out! The fans around them start going nuts yelling as Smith begins to cough and hack while Dama lays the choke in. Finally he releases it and comes off the barricade pulling Smith over by his hair. Dama acts as if he is going to put Smith into the ring and decides to irish whip him into the post instead! Smith hits it and wraps around it flying to the other side as Dama gives a sinister smirk before methodically following him over.*

 

COLE

This is just wrong. He’s just punishing Smith. Smith has lost a lot of blood and Dama hasn’t even gotten him back into the ring since he took the advantage back!

 

*Dama finally pushes Smith into the ring and follows him him. Dama pulls him up and sets him in position for a powerbomb. Dama lifts him and brings him straight down on his head with a Kawada-like powerbomb! Cover!

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

SMITH KICKS OUT! THE FANS GO NUTS! DAMA IS BESIDE HIMSELF!*

 

COLE

Great kickout by Smith! He refuses to die!

 

*Damaramu curses with a snarl on his face before pulling Smith back up and chopping him into the corner. Dama goes to the other corner and comes in going for a running elbow smash! Smith moves! Dama slams into the post! Dama is in the corner......Smith in the reverse corner............SMITH COMES IN WITH A STINGER SPLASH! Dama looks dazed! Smith goes behind him........DRAGON SUPLEX COMING UP.....NO! Damaramu with a lowblow kicking Smith in between the legs! Smith slumps over and Damaramu spins around pulling Smith in between his legs. Dama lifts him and brings him down with a high jumping piledriver! Dama rolls over for the cover.

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

DAMA CAN’T BELIEVE IT! SMITH KICKS OUT!!!!!!!!! THE FANS ARE ON THERE FEET! DAMA SNAPS!*

 

COLE

He’s gone nuts! He’s biting Smith in the forehead!

 

*Damaramu begins to bite Smith before delivering wild punches to Smith’s face. Dama then lays in a hard choke with both hands while snarling the whole time. We get an eery visual as the pupil-less Damaramu leans in with a snarl on his face choking the life out of Ryan Smith. Finally Dama yanks him back up to his feet and hoists Smith onto his shoulders! Dama screams and drops Smith straight down on his head with a death valley driver! Dama doesn’t go for the cover though! He pulls Smith up by the hair and then tosses him over the top rope!*

 

COLE

He’s looking to do more damage on the outside!

 

CABOOSE

I’m out of here!

 

*Caboose ducks under the announce table.*

 

COACH

What the hell!?

 

*Damaramu follows Smith out as Smith helps himself up on the table. Dama charges in with a spear and takes Smith over the table as both men slide to the other side. They both come up swinging trading blow after blow. Smith however starts to get the upper hand as he delivers a couple of hard chops to Dama’s chest. Smith then delivers a weak clothesline that drops Dama onto the table. Smith rolls him back onto the floor in front of the table before slumping over onto the table. Finally Smith follows him over but Dama is waiting with a thumb to the eye! Smith steps back and Damaramu drives his knee into Smith’s back bringing him down on his knees pressed against the table. Dama leans over Smith’s back and yanks his head up by the hair bringing his forearm down across Smith’s face several times until blood begins to spurt out of Smith’s nose. Dama digs his fingers into Smith’s eyes and begins to rake back as the blood flows freely from Smith’s forehead and nose. Dama stands up with more of Smith’s blood on him than Smith seems to have on himself! Dama smiles before taking the blood that is left and rubbing it across his face. He then slowly writes “Smith” in blood on his chest. Dama turns and reaches under the ring before coming back up with his trusty........tire iron.*

 

COLE

NO! Come on! Not like this!

 

*The fans begins to boo and go crazy as Damaramu starts to choke Smith out with the tire iron. Smith’s eyes roll into the back of his head as Dama continues to choke the life out of him. Finally he releases and pushes Smith back into the ring. Dama grabs the tire iron and hoists it high over his head getting ready to crash it down on Smith’s head! The referee however sneaks up behind Damaramu and takes the iron.......and he hurls it halfway down the aisle! The fans go nuts! Damaramu turns to the referee grabbing him by the throat! Smith has his bearings back.......SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP!

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

NO! NO! NO! DAMARAMU KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! THE FANS ARE NEARLY RIOTING! DAMA IS BACK UP AND HE TAKES SMITH DOWN WITH A HARD LARIAT!*

 

COLE

Not a fan has sat down since this match started!

 

CABOOSE(coming out from under the table)

Did anyone get the number of that truck that just came through?

 

*Damaramu pulls Smith up giving him a couple of good elbow smashes. He then cuts his throat in an exaggerated motion before hoisting Smith up in position for the tombstone! DAMA HOLDS HIM UP......SMITH REVERSES......HE DROPS DAMA WITH A QUICK TOMBSTONE! COVER!

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

NO DAMARAMU KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! IT WAS ALMOST OVER! THE FANS ARE BOOING LIKE MAD!*

 

COLE

I thought he had him! Smith is a fighter like none other!

 

*Both men are down as the ref just stands there unable to administer the 10 count. Damaramu uses the ropes to help himself up as does Smith. Both men meet in the middle of the ring and start a slugfest that has the fans going wild. Smith gets the upper hand and backs Damaramu into the ropes. Irish whip. High back body drop! Damaramu immediately rolls to his feet and Smith runs in ducking behind him. Smith grabs him around the waist........GERMAN SUPLEX! Smith stands up and gives the signal for the dragon suplex! Dama starts to get to his feet. Smith up behind him.........Smith puts him in a full nelson......SMITH HITS IT! IT’S OVER!

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DAMARAMU KICKS OUT SOMEHOW! THE FANS ARE PELTING THE RING WITH GARBAGE! SMITH IS BESIDE HIMSELF!*

 

COLE

I thought it was over!

 

CABOOSE

YOU CAN’T PIN DAMARAMU! THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO IT!

 

*Damaramu slowly stands to his feet holding his neck before standing up straight......his new silver hair stained with the blood of Ryan Smith. The pupil-less eyes that he now has pierce Smith who is standing across from him with a look of absolute horror. Smith shakes his head and then rushes into Damaramu. Both men meet in another slugfest. Smith hits the ropes and goes for a lariat......Dama ducks around.........BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!*

 

COLE

That’s gotta be it! He just dropped Smith right on that surgically repaired neck!

 

COACH

I think these guys behind me are going to break down the barricade! They’re losing it! The whole crowd is!

 

*Damaramu gives the signal for the Dama Driver and lifts Smith up on his shoulders.....Dama screams and then......DAMA DRIVER! SMITH COMES STRAIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD AND NECK! DAMA ROLLS OVER FOR THE PIN!

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT’S OVER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! SMITH KICKED OUT! SMITH KICKED OUT! DAMARAMU CAN’T BELIEVE IT! HE’S IN THE REF’S FACE! THE FAN’S ARE ON THERE FEET! THE ROOF IS ABOUT TO BLOW OFF OF THE ARENA!*

 

 

COLE

RYAN SMITH JUST KICKED OUT OF THE DAMA DRIVER! HE HAS NO QUIT IN HIS BODY!

 

 

*Dama spins around with a snarl on his face and rushes in kicking Smith in the face as he tries to stand. Dama pulls Smith up and begins to punch him wildly in the face. Dama sends Smith into the ropes and sticks him between his legs going for a tiger driver.....Smith reverses......Smith slingshots Dama into the ringpost! Dama’s head bounces off of the post! Smith picks him up for a.......DAMA DRIVER! SMITH GOES FOR IT.....NO! DAMA LANDS ON HIS FEET...........THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS..........DAMA HOISTS SMITH UP FOR A DAMA DRIVER OF HIS OWN!*

 

COLE

If he hits this it’s over for Smith! He can’t survive two Dama Drivers!

 

*DAMA SCREAMS AND TOSSES SMITH...............SMITH LANDS ON HIS FEET! SMITH SLIPS BEHIND DAMARAMU.......HE GOES FOR A BACKSLIDE..........BOTH MEN FIGHT OVER IT.........SMITH DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND TAKES DAMARAMU OVER.......THE REF IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

YES! YES! YES! THE FANS GO NUTS! THE OU FIGHT SONG BEGINS TO PLAY!*

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

ANNOUNCER

THE WINNER OF THE BOUT..............RYAAAAAAAAN SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*Smith is beside himself as the roof blows of the arena and the fans go nuts! Damaramu is laying on the mat pounding his fist into it not believing what just happened! Smith with a tear in his eye lifts his hands to the heavens and celebrates! He climbs the ropes as the fans shower him with praise and adulation!*

 

COLE

YES! DAMARAMU HAS FINALLY BEEN PINNED!

 

COACH

I never thought it’d happen! But he did it!

 

CABOOSE

And I never thought I’d say it but he did it in the end by outsmarting and outwrestling him!

 

COLE

All the crap he had to fight through! Nearly being killed by a former best friend. Losing his job. Having to take on the GM’s office to get it back. And then having to fight this new demonic Damaramu and fight through his twisted game, his twisted style where he tried to bleed Smith to death, and to not be affected by any of these mind games is amazing. Hats off to Ryan Smith. He’s a star of the future.

 

*Cole and Coach both stand up giving Smith a standing ovation as Caboose buries his face in his hands. Damaramu sits on his knees staring a hole through Smith who ends up on the outside of the ring hugging his mom and girlfriend. They don’t care that he’s bloody, they hug him anyways. Smith stands on the barricade and then jumps into the sea of people as they all hug him and pat him. The fans mob over him and hoist him up as he leaves through them. No fan cares that he’s bleeding over them. They’re all happy that he defeated Damaramu. Dama sits in the ring for a second staring with hatred at Smith who leaves through the fans that love him before rolling out of the ring and walking up the entrance ramp out of the arena with fans throwing things at him as he takes his walk. Smith stops before entering the back and pumps his fist to the crowd and screams “BOOMER!” a resounding “SOONER!” comes flying back from the crowd. Smith smiles and leaves to the back as we FADE TO BLACK*

Edited March 29, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

 

A short video package for the upcoming match plays

 

The video package ends and the crowd murmurs with anticipation for the upcoming match

 

SIZZLEEEEEE

 

A golden pyro waterfall falls from the ceiling and lands softly onto the entrance stage.

"More to life" by Stacie Orrico hits, causing the crowd to voice their displeasure at one of HeldDOWN's most hated men

 

I've got it all, but I feel so deprived

I go up, I come down, and I'm emptier inside

Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing

and why can't I let it go?

 

SIZZLEEEEEE

 

A dark red pyro fountain shoots up from the stage, connecting with the waterfall and blocking the view of the entrance way. The volume for "More to life" goes up and the crowd's booing naturally grows louder.

 

There's gotta be more to life

than chasing out every temporary high to satisfy me

'Cause the more that I

trippin' up thinkin' there must be more to life

Well, there's life, but I'm sure

There's gotta be more

 

Through the sparkling display of pyro steps none other then Northstar! Red and yellow lights flash throughout the arena as Northstar makes his way out, drawing intense hatred from the fans in attendance!

 

COLE

Heading into this match, what's Northstar's state of mind?

 

CABOOSE

What do you think it is? His fiance dumped him, his girlfriend left him, his movie deal feel apart because of his girlfriend leaving him, his roster hates him. No one even bothers to listen to him anymore. They all think he set up that attack on Alix, when even Damaramu admits that Northstar had nothing to do with it. Bill Watts is making him fight in this match. He can't even lay down and be pinned or he'll be fired, but he doesn't want to hurt Alix because he loves her, but if he loses the match he'll never be looked at as a viable threat in a wrestling ring again! On top of all that, his ex-girlfriend has volunteered to ref the match, even after she humiliated him on national TV by costing him a match with his most hated rival! Other then that I'm sure he's doing great!

 

BUFFER

Now making his way to the ring, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds......NOOOOORTHSTAAAAR!

 

The simple mention of Northstar's name elicits quite a negative reaction from the fans. Clad in shiny hot pink bell bottoms, Northstar makes to the ring. He shoves aside any fan stupid enough to reach his or her hand over the railing in hopes of getting a high five. A camera man makes the mistake of getting to close to the body glitter covered Northstar, and finds himself being violently shoved to the ground as punishment! Northstar spits on the grounded camera man, while the crowd hurls shouts of "Fuck you!" and "Asshole" his way.

 

COACH

Caboose, he looks like he's having the worst night of his life! What do you mean he's doing great?

 

CABOOSE

Is murder legal in Michigan?

 

"More to life" cuts out as soon as Northstar enters the ring. There's a short silence, then the smooth sounds of "No More Drama" filter through the state of the art sound system and fill the air!

 

COLE

Awwww sheyyyaaat! This is my jam!

 

CABOOSE

Are they feeding you Coach's lines again?

 

COLE (Gets up and starts to do the "white guy" dance)

No! This is my jam! Go on girl! Spit something!

 

The lights change from a flashing red and yellow to a steady dark blue. Through the entrance way steps Jenna Elfman! She gets a bigger pop then just about any referee in the history of wrestling, as the fans show much love to the woman who helped to rid HeldDOWN of "3 Stages of Hell"!

 

CABOOSE

No more drama? How about no more Dharma? How can this chick have the nerve to show up here after all she put Northstar through?

 

COLE (with his shirt off and still dancing)

As far as I'm concerned she's always welcome at an OAOAST show! Now shut up, here comes the remix! Now its the D out D again D to the weezy. Been in the game 12 years it ain't easy! This is my jam!

 

Decked out in a twisted up referee shirt that shows off her stomach, Jenna walks down the entrance way, waving and blowing kisses to the adoring fans. Northstar can only lean against the corner and watch as she shakes hands with the fans he just pushed away.

 

BUFFER

Now making her way to the ring, the special guest referee for tonight's contest from Los Angeles, California.....JENNA ELFMAN!

 

Jenna jumps into the ring as the crowd buzzes over her upcoming confrontation with Northstar. She walks over to him hand outstretched, looking for a handshake. Northstar frowns and slaps her hand away. Oddly enough, She just smiles and pats him on the cheek. Her well intentioned love tap only serves to further annoy and agitate the already on edge Northstar.

 

Their spat is cut short as the opening twang of Chingy's "One call away" is heard over the speakers. The lights bath the entrance stage in a light blue glow. Fog machines fill the entrance way with a thick smoke. As Chingy's opening rap starts, Alix Spezia emerges from the smoke! The fans give her a thunderous ovation that on any other night would warm her heart. Alix stands at the top of the entrance way. Her body awash in the blue glow from the lights, she silently stares at the former love of her life, Northstar.

 

CABOOSE

What a dumb bitch. Lower back strain, injured collarbone. She's crazy if she thinks she's got any chance against Northstar tonight. She was lucky to last as long as she did during the ten man last week. What makes this even more pointless is that she's fighting Northstar over something he didn't even do!

 

COACH

He didn't cheat on her with Jenna Elfman?

 

CABOOSE

Well...

 

COLE

He didn't keep her out of the movie because he alone thought she was an awful actor!

 

CABOOSE

I....

 

COACH

He didn't dedicate a meaningless tag team match to her as a Valentine's Day gift when he gave Jenna a thousand dollar necklace?

 

CABOOSE

Damn it, you tools! This isn't how you solve a relationship problem! Bill Watts who made this match doesn't understand it because the only serious relationship he's ever been in is with rosy palms and her five fingers! These two were together for almost a year, which is like an eternity for people their age! Putting them in a WRESTLING match and expecting it to solve their problems is the stupidest thing since OAOAST originals!

 

COACH

I thought Mine and Mikey's cover of "Whatta Man" was excellent.

 

With the crowd chanting her name, Alix walks towards the ring. She never takes her eyes off Northstar, who never takes his eyes off her. Jenna watches both of them intently, trying to judge what kind of match she's going to get.

 

BUFFER

Now making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds from San Jose, California.....ALIX SPEZZZZIAAAA!

 

With her eyes still locked on her ex, Alix slingshots herself into the ring! The acrobatic display draws a nice round of applause from the fans.

 

COLE

For Alix Spezia this is her first Anglemania match. This is Northstar's second. He lost his first to the Boogie Knights, Kotzenjunge and Max Zorin. Northstar ended up joining the Boogie Knights shortly after Anglemania. Their affiliation was short lived as Zorin and Kotz were charged and convicted for drug trafficking. Northstar gained a meaner edge, teamed up with Alix, the two feel in love, only to fall out love and wind up at Anglemania three. If Northstar doesn't make this a competitive match he will be relieved of his duties as GM, if he does make this a competitive match, there is a better then good chance Alix could be leaving this arena in an Ambulance.

 

The house lights hit, the music stops. Jenna calls for the bell and this match, as they say, is under way!

 

The "big match" feel is in full affect and the crowd breaks into an enormus "Northstar sucks" chant!

 

Northstar ignores the crowd and focuses on his beautiful ex-fiance, Alix. He puts his hands on his heart as he implores her to reconsider and begs her to lie down for a pin. Jenna smiles at Northstar's genuine display of concern but Alix refuses to listen. Instead she lunges at Northstar for a lock up! Northstar quickly side steps her, and hooks her into a hammer lock! A move that's used more to subdue then hurt.

 

"Don't do this, please" Northstar pleads as he holds her arm tightly against her lower back.

 

Alix says nothing. Instead she breaks free of the hold by elbowing Northstar in the face. She goes behind Northstar and violently shoves him into the ropes! Northstar latches on to the top rope, preventing him from rebounding back. In another effort to avoid fighting his former fiance, Northstar raises his free hand into the air and begs Alix to give up her misguided quest for vengeance.

 

No dice. Alix sees red and blindly charges at Northstar! Northstar ducks down ever so slightly and flips Alix over the top rope! Will she go to the outside?

 

 

 

NO! Alix manages to land on the apron, avoiding what could've been a disastrous fall!

 

Cole: Smart move, eh.

 

Alix reaches over the ropes and grabs a handful of Northstar's hair. The same hair she used to twirl between her fingers at night when they lie in bed. He doesn't even make an attempt to fight back, as she leads him to the corner. THWAM! Alix smashes Northstar's face into the ring post! If this were a cartoon, little stars would be spinning above Northstar's head! But this is real life and Northstar clutches his face and staggers back! He barely notices the crowd's pop as Alix ascends to the top rope!

 

"You're a dead man!" She hollers before jumping off the turnbuckle. She sails through the air and extends her body into a cross body block! It connects, but Northstar rolls through the move for a pin attempt! 1....2....KICK OUT!

 

CABOOSE

That's what I call a smart move!

 

Northstar turns to Jenna and mouths the words "That was three" to the former Dharma. Jenna responds by politely telling him to keep his focus on the match, not on her. During the short lived couple's brief exchange, Alix is able to recover. With Northstar facing away from her, she nails him with a forearm to the back.

 

CROWD

Alix! Alix! Alix

 

Northstar responds to the forearm by nailing Alix with a back elbow, a move meant to deter rather then hurt. The move grazes Alix's neck but doesn't prevent her from wrapping her arms around Northstar's waist.

 

CABOOSE

Elbow the bitch again! Do it for me!

 

Northstar uses his hands to easily break Alix's grip on his waist. He goes behind her for a waistlock of his own and lifts her into the air for a German Suplex! ROLLED THROUGH into a pinning situation by Alix!

 

1

 

 

KICK OUT!

 

The former lovers rise to their feet at the same time. Alix stuns Northstar with two quick jabs to the cheek! BAM! She knocks him for a loop with a hard right cross! She lunges forward with a clothesline! DUCKED! Northstar quickly goes behind Alix and nails her with a back body drop! NO! Alix flips out of the move, landing on her feet! Northstar turns around just in time to see Alix try and nail him with an enziguri! Northstar drops down, Alix's foot sails over his head and she hits the mat! With Alix in a vulnerable position, Northstar hooks her legs into his arms, turns her over and locks in his signature submission hold, the LIONTAMER~!

 

CROWD

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

 

COACH

This move has caused Alix a great deal of problems.

 

Jenna drops to her knees and asks Alix if she wishes to submit. Alix responds with a booming "Hell no!"

 

"Ring the bell!" Northstar hollers over chants of "Don't tap out!"

 

Jenna ignores Northstar's request, and checks one more time to see if Alix wants to call it a night.

 

Alix wraps her tiny hands around the ropes, popping the crowd and disappointing Northstar. "Does it look like I want to give up?" She mumbles, more to herself then anyone else.

 

Northstar breaks the hold without being told to do. He runs his fingers through his glittery blonde hair and silently curses Alix's resiliency.

 

"Can't you just accept my apology?" Northstar asks, a question aimed at both women in the ring.

 

Neither woman tells Northstar what he wants to hear. Discouraged and extremely pissed, Northstar drags Alix to the center of the ring. With Alix lying back first on the mat, Northstar runs to the ropes, hops onto the highest one and flies off with a graceful LIONSAULT~! At the last minute Alix rolls out of the way, causing Northstar to have an unplanned meet and greet with the mat!

 

CROWD (to Northstar)

YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!

 

Alix picks herself up off the mat, using her ex-boyfriend's stunned state to catch a breather. Instead of wasting energy by bringing him to his feet, she lets him get up on his own. With Northstar standing, Alix grabs his arm and whips him into the corner! REVERSED! Northstar sends Alix to the corner! She cries out in pain as her lower back connects with the middle turnbuckle. Instead of staying in the corner, she staggers forward, and is sent to the mat face first with a drop toe hold by Northstar.

 

COACH

Northstar put himself back on the attack with a pretty basic move.

 

Northstar grabs a hold of Alix's right leg, then snares her left. He tries to flip her over for another Liontamer but Alix refuses to roll over! Northstar bends over and gives her a light slap on the cheek, Alix responds by slugging him in the jaw! Hurt both physically and emotionally, Northstar grabs a hold of both of Alix's legs and sling shots her over the ropes! Alix SKINS THE CAT and puts herself back into the ring, popping the rabid crowd! Northstar who's back on his feet, leaps onto her shoulders for a hurricanrana! Knowing that she can't support his weight, Alix simply falls forward and drops Northstar neck first onto the top rope! Northstar bounces off, and falls to the mat! Clutching his injured throat, he wonders how Alix keeps outsmarting him.

 

Despite Northstar's begging for a peaceful solution, Alix raises her right arm into the air, flexes then drops an elbow across Northstar's face! The move causes him to roll onto his stomach in an effort to prevent further damage to his gorgeous face!

 

CABOOSE

Crazy bitch! Do you know how much a nose job costs these days?

 

Alix yanks Northstar to his feet. She nails him across the face with a stiff punch, then goes for a Malibu like roaring elbow...DUCKED! Northstar goes behind Alix, hooks her into an inverted face lock and drives her back into the canvas with an inverted DDT! Northstar goes for a pin fall!

 

PIN!

 

1

 

 

2

 

Alix kicks out and the crowd breathes a sigh of relief!

 

Northstar shoots Jenna the "look", but she says nothing. Instead she points to Alix who is on all fours trying to get to her feet. Northstar grabs Alix into a waistlock and brings the dark haired diva to her feet. Northstar lifts her into the air and falls backwards driving her down with a German suplex! Realizing the he's to close to the ropes to go for a pin, Northstar brings Alix to her feet with the waistlock still applied. He lifts her up for another German suplex, this time Alix puts her feet onto the ropes and uses them to push off as she flips out of the move and NAILS Northstar with an inverted DDT of her own on the way down!

 

CROWD

ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!

 

CABOOSE

What kind of name is Alix any way?

 

COLE

I believe she was named after a Russian king.

 

Alix crawls over to Northstar and locks him into a side headlock. Her offensive advantage doesn't last long, as Northstar rises to his feet. His head is still cradled in between Alix's arm, a position he'd love to be in on any other night. He's close enough to the ropes to use them to his advantage. So instead of shoving Alix off, he takes a slight step behind her, hooks her into position for a back body drop, turns around so that's he's facing the crowd, and tries to toss her over the rope, BUT at the height of the move, Alix tilts her body and nails Northstar with a high angle headlock takedown! THEY BOTH GO OVER THE ROPES! KRACCCCK! Alix's already injured lower back hits the edge of the ring apron! She falls to the outside stomach first, her head snapping violently against the outside mat. Northstar shortly follows, his one hundred ninety pound body landing on top of poor Alix!

 

A gigantic "Holy shit" chants erupts from the thousands in attendance, as Jenna, who's honestly concerned about their safety, leans through the ropes to check on the unhappy couple.

 

Northstar reaches for the Anglemania ring apron and uses it to pull himself to his feet. He lets Jenna know that he's okay, but follows that up with a "Not like you care anyway." With Alix down and out, he leans against the outside of the ring, and tries to catch a breather. The fans in the front row try to give him shit, but he pays them no mind.

 

CABOOSE

I'll give the devil her due, Alix used a very cool counter. One of the more intelligent counters I've ever seen.

 

COLE

Let me give the angel her due. Jenna's doing a great job calling this match down the middle! I don't think she'll let things get to out of hand.

 

Northstar staggers over to Alix. Soaked in sweat, he bends over and brings her to a vertical base. Although groggy, Alix is able to nail Northstar in the mid section with a body blow! The punch doubles him over, leaving him prone to an offensive maneuver. Alix ducks down, hooks her arms around Northstar's waist and drives him backwards! OOMPH! Alix sandwiches her adversary's shredded body between the ring apron and her shoulder! The moves doesn't floor Northstar, instead he stands against the apron, a hurt look on his face. Alix backs up, then charges at Northstar with a forearm! NO! Northstar ducks down and back flips Alix into the ropes! Alix bounces off the ropes and falls to the mat back first, but on the way down she wraps her arm around Northstar's head and SPIKES him with a DDT~! driving his head into the ground!

 

CABOOSE

Dumb bitch! You have an injured back! Falling onto the ground from a height of over five feet when you have an injured back isn't the world's best idea!

 

COACH

Boo Boo, respect the ladies.

 

Not wanting to lose control of the match by having the two combatants fight outside, Jenna orders them to bring it into the ring.

 

Alix grants Jenna's wish. She grabs the back of Northstar's head, and with great effort, she rolls him into the ring. Northstar backs into the corner, pleading for a timeout! Alix refuses to let up and takes the fight to Northstar with a charge! Northstar quickly steps out of the way and lets Alix's sternum crash into the turnbuckle! She staggers backwards, only to be caught in a back body drop position. Instead of dropping Alix to the mat, Northstar places her onto the top turnbuckle so that she's facing the roaring Silver Dome crowd.

 

COLE

What's he going to do????

 

COACH

Who am I? Miss Cleo? Watch the match!

 

Northstar scales to the top rope. Alix fires an elbow to his arm, but it's not enough to knock him off! Northstar leaps into the air, rests his legs onto Alix's shoulders, wrapping them around her neck, then falls backwards, sending her flying off the turnbuckle with REVERSE HURRICANRANA! The move draws a huge amount of heel heat from the crowd! Alix flips through the air, unable to brace herself for the impact, she lands face first onto the mat! Northstar, who's done that move so many times, gracefully lands on his feet. He turns to Jenna hoping to see a look of admiration on her face, but is only greeted with an indifferent shrug.

 

CABOOSE

Brothers, I don't drink but if I did, I'd order a glass of 2004 vintage Northstar. Truly a great year, for a great GM!

 

Alix grabs onto Northstar's legs, hoping to delay his next attack. Northstar uses his free leg to stomp on Alix's arm, instantly breaking her grip. Northstar hops onto the second rope, then quickly bounces off with an outstretched elbow! Alix hollers in pain as Northstar's elbow drop connects with her lower back! Despite the pain she's in, she still manages to kick out of a pin attempt!

 

CROWD

NORTHSTAR DOES ANAL! NORTHSTAR DOES ANAL!

 

Northstar grabs a hold of Alix's arm and yanks her to her feet. With her arm still in his hand, he goes for an Irish whip, instead of sending her into the ropes, he pulls her back towards him and nails her with a knee to gut, doubling her over! Northstar stuffs her between his legs, then lifts her up for a big time powerbomb! At the height of the move, Alix reverses it into a DDT! Much to the chagrin of the fans, Northstar skillfully counters the DDT into an inverted atomic drop! THAT MOVE DOESN'T HURT WOMEN! The crowd pops as Alix smiles innocently at a disheartened Northstar! She rears her leg back, then brings it forward, punting poor Northstar in the nuts! Northstar HOWLS in agony! He grabs onto his family jewels and begins to CRY! Jenna and Alix try to suppress their laughter, as tears form in the corner of Northstar's eyes.

 

COLE

Talk about over selling!

 

Alix rolls Northstar into a small package!

 

1

 

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

They both get to their feet at the same time, looking to gain the competitive edge. Alix gets the upper hand with a basic side headlock, but it's quickly turned into a hammer lock counter by Northstar. Northstar tries one more time to reason with Alix. Hoping to shake Northstar off and shut up him up for good, Alix fires off an overhand punch! Northstar sidesteps it and moves himself in front of Alix's body. He slings her arm over his, brushes his hair away from his eyes, and sends her injured back CRASHING onto the mat with a sit out Rock bottom! AKA a Manhattan drop!

 

CABOOSE

That's the way! Don't let up. Perfect move right there. Perfect! Mr.Northstar is the perfect GM! I look forward to working with him in the future!

 

Alix lets out an ear piercing shriek of anguish. Her screams only make Northstar more determined to end the match. He hooks her legs into his arms, flips her over and sits down on her back, locking in the all too familiar LIONTAMER~!

 

COLE

This is the move Alix passed out to last Thursday on HeldDOWN~!

 

The crowd rises to their feet and chants of "Don't tap out!" echo through out the dome! Easier said then done, as Alix as worn down from Northstar's previous moves that targeted her back! Despite does Alix tries to break hold by any means necessary! She makes an attempt to power out of the move, which only causes Northstar to tighten his grip!

 

"She's giving up!" Northstar hollers.

 

Jenna rolls her eyes at Northstar's somewhat good intentioned attempt to trick her. "No she isn't."

 

Alix begins her crawl to the ropes. It's cut short when Northstar drags her to center of the ring, away from the salvation the ropes offer.

 

"Tap! Tap, god damn it!" Northstar barks, looking over his shoulder at the dark haired vixen. Alix responds not by tapping, but giving Northstar the one finger salute! The crowd gives her a huge round of applause!

 

CROWD

Alix! Alix! Alix!

 

Instead of waiting for Alix to tap out, or make the ropes, Northstar breaks the hold himself. He puts his hands on his hips, looks at Jenna and shakes his head. Once again, Jenna kindly instructs him to focus on the match, not on her. He does just that by bringing Alix to her feet. He goes behind her and hooks her into the often used inverted face lock. He hooks a hand around her small tights, lifts her into the air and drops her forward, kneeling down so that she's driven back first across his knee! Northstar pushes Alix off his knee and onto the mat. He goes for a quick lateral press!

 

1

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

The crowd cheers at Alix's escape from the pin fall! Northstar doesn't exactly share their enthusiasm. He runs his hands through his hair, as he cycles through his expansive list of wrestling holds, looking for a maneuver that'll guarantee a victory. He settles on one that's sure to get him a pin fall!

 

COLE

What's going through Northstar's mind? What's he got cooking?

 

COACH

I don't know, but it smells like shit!

 

Northstar brings Alix to her feet one more time. He bends her over, keeping her front facing his. He wraps his arms around the front of Alix's body, lifts her up and spins her body in front of his. As Northstar's about to drop her back onto his outstretched knee, Alix shifts her body and counters the move with an ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN! The red hot fans pop for the reversal! Alix crawls over to a fallen Northstar and looks to lock on an armbar! Northstar flips himself over and avoids the move! He gets to his feet and whips Alix to the corner! REVERSED~! Alix ends up whipping Northstar to the corner! With Northstar exposed and vulnerable, she charges at him with an Avalanche! COUNTERED! Northstar leans forward and drives an elbow into her chin! Northstar seizes the opportunity to do more damage, by going up top. He flies at Alix with a bulldog! NO! Alix tucks her head underneath Northstar and he crashes to the mat! Northstar slowly rises to his feet, but Alix rushes at him, jumps over him and hits him with a sunset flip for ANOTHER roll up pin attempt! Jenna drops to mat to count the pin!

 

1

 

 

2

 

3..NOOOOOOOOO....KICK OUT~! LICK MY BALLS!

 

CROWD

THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE!

 

COLE

Jenna's counts have been very fair. She hasn't shown any favoritism so far.

 

CABOOSE

I beg to differ. When she screwed Northstar out of a million dollar movie deal, she showed favoritism.

 

Despite being the one who nearly got pinned, Northstar is able to rise to his feet before Alix! He grabs her into position for a powerbomb! He lifts her into the air and sets her onto his shoulders! With Alix in his grasp, he makes a dash to the ropes and looks to powerbomb her to the OUTSIDE! Sensing impending doom, Alix drops backwards and nails Northstar with a hurricanrana just as he reaches the ropes! The move sends Northstar and Alix TUMBLING to the outside! The classic "Holy shit" chant breaks out among the fans.

 

 

Whereas Northstar hits the mat, Alix uses her hands to get a grip on the ropes and pulls herself onto the ring apron! The beautiful starlet throws the crowd a PEACE SIGN~! and a smile. Awwww!

 

CABOOSE (exposing his genitals)

Peace these, WHORE!

 

CROWD

ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!

 

Alix waits for Northstar to stand up. She tosses out another peace sign, before leaping onto the third rope and flying backwards with an ASAI MOONSAULT~! Northstar counters by ducking under Alix and rolling himself into the ring! Normally this would spell disaster for the moonsaultie, but Alix, lands on her feet much to the crowd's delight! Even Jenna has to applaud Alix's picturesque landing.

 

COLE

This is a unique match, as we haven't seen much brawling. It's basically just these two stringing together moves until one connects.

 

 

Alix hops onto the ring apron a la Brock Lesnar. Northstar quickly pounces on her and brings her back into the ring with a vertical suplex! BUT, Alix slips out of the move and lands behind an increasingly frustrated Northstar. She spins him around and hooks him into a front face lock for an old school RODEO DRIVER~! (Twisting Fisherman's suplex for the playa fakas) Northstar desperately tries to fight out of his former finisher. He belts Alix once, twice, three times in the ribs, but she still won't let go! Realizing that he needs to fight fire with fire, Northstar wraps his arms around Alix's waist, lifts her into the air, twists both their bodies in a 180 motion and drives her into the mat with a twisting Northern Lights Suplex AKA a "SoCal so long"! Northstar bridges the move and goes for a pin!

 

1

 

 

2

 

KICK OUT!

 

CROWD

NORTHSTAR SWALLOWS! NORTHSTAR SWALLOWS!

 

"Can't you count any faster?" Northstar asks Jenna, while he drags Alix to her feet.

 

"My wrist hurts." Jenna responds sarcastically, rubbing her wrist.

 

Northstar slings Alix onto his shoulders, looking for a dreaded DVD! Out of desperation Alix counters with a crucifix pin! Northstar rolls through the pin before Jenna can even think of counting! He charges at Alix only to get taken over with a hip toss! Northstar LANDS ON HIS FEET! Unfortunately, he lands with his back to Alix! Ever the clever one, Alix hooks his arms between her's, and twists both their bodies so that the back of his head is resting on her back, hoping to go for an Unprettier! Much to crowd's displeasure Northstar is able break free of Alix's weakly applied grip. He gives her a furious shove into the ropes! On the rebound, Alix keeps herself on the attack by leaping into the air and nailing a running TORNADO DDT! She manages to take Northstar for a spin, but gets shoved off by the stylish primadonna! Alix lands on her feet, and comes at a standing Northstar with a clothesline! COUNTERED~~~~! into a MOTHER FUCKING CRIPPLER CROSSFACE by the super star GM! Before the crowd can boo, Northstar ditches the crippler crossface and hooks Alix into a BEANTOWN CRAB!

 

CABOOSE

Boston Crab! Boston Crab! How you like dem apples?

 

The fans rise to their feet and vehemently jeer Northstar! He wrenches the hold, tightening his grip as he looks for that elusive tap out!

 

COLE

The submission holds seem to be the only moves that don't start off a reversal.

 

COACH

Word life, playa!

 

With Northstar shrieking like a banshee for the bell to be rung, Jenna drops to her knees to check on Alix. She continually asks Alix if she wishes to give up, struggling to make her raspy voice heard over the booming crowd noise and Northstar's constant yelling. Looking to do anything to take her mind of the immense pain that's threatening to do her in, Alix bites down on her pearly white teeth and grabs a hold of Jenna's referee shirt!

 

COACH

Rip it off! Show me some boobies!

 

Jenna tells Alix to grab the ropes, not her shirt! Wise advice that Alix decides to follow. With great effort and struggle, Alix draws on the support of the crazed crowd to scratch and claw her way to the ropes! She makes on last grasps for salvation... and GETS IT!

 

CROWD

ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!

 

Northstar yanks Alix to her feet. He wastes no time in continuing his attack. He hooks Alix into position for an STO! Alix counters with a quick elbow to the jaw! With Northstar dazed, Alix throws discus punch! Northstar ducks down, and winds up behind Alix! He locks her into a SLEEPER HOLD! Before he can properly wrench in the move, Alix drops down and counters the classic hold with a DIAMOND CUTTER!

 

CABOOSE

Somebody call CWM's mama! His moves are being stolen!

 

Alix hooks both of Northstar's legs, then flips herself through them for a bridging pin attempt!

 

1

 

 

2

 

 

KICK OUT!!!!

 

CROWD

BULLLLLSHIIIIIT! BULLLLLSHIIIIIT! BULLLLLSHIIIIIT!

 

Alix sees victory within her reach! She brings Northstar to his feet and leads him to corner! BAM! She slams his head into the ring post, making sure she stays on the attack! She hooks him into position for a vertical suplex, and sets him onto the top turnbuckle. Alix flashes the peace sign and follows him to the top. Camera flashes litter the arena as Alix leaps into the air, wraps her legs around Northstar's shoulders and hits a super hurricanrana! COUNTERED into a LIONTAMER~! by Northstar!!! Both competitors drop to mat with the despised submission hold locked on! Will Alix tap? Will she give in to the pain?

 

Well, will she?

 

 

 

 

 

NO! NO, GOD DAMN IT! Alix grabs the ropes!

 

Instead of calmly going on the attack Northstar throws the ULTIMATE TEMPER TANTRUM! He bangs his back against the mat, flailing his arms rapidly! He rolls onto his knees and begins to slam his fist against the mat, cursing the twisted, depraved and demented bastard who saw fit to forever torture him by inventing the so called fairer sex! He rises to his feet and rips the covering off all three turnbuckles on the nearest ring post, exposing the steel beneath! He then boots the exposed turnbuckle. Ooops! Northstar starts hopping up and down clutching his hurt foot and cussing in a language that can only be described as a mix of German, English and French.

 

 

"You're such a baby!" Jenna comments between fits of laughter.

 

Alix doesn't see an opportunity to laugh, but rather one to win. She rolls Northstar up with a school boy!

 

CROWD

1

 

CROWD

2

 

CROWD

3....KICK OUT!

 

Both Alix and Northstar hop to their feet! She quickly goes behind him and hooks him into a full nelson! Somehow, she's able to lift him up for a full nelson slam! As she tries to slam him to the ground, Northstar reaches up and counters the move with an arm drag!

 

CABOOSE

Man, that was a swift counter by the greatest GM in the business!

 

Alix staggers to her feet and Northstar is right on her case! Northstar puts her into position for the HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE (play of the day)! The crowd boo's louder then they have all match as Northstar sets up for his finisher! THE MOVE IS COUNTERED! Alix uses Northstar's leg to flip him over backwards! NORTHSTAR LANDS ON HIS FEET! Alix leaps into the air and wraps her legs around his hips in a wheelbarrow position! She tries to come down with a bulldog, but Northstar throws her off! With Alix's back to him, Northstar charges with a shoulder block! Alix looks over her shoulder at the last minute, see's Northstar coming and SIDESTEPS Northstar's charge! KRWAAANG! Northstar's shoulder HITS THE EXPOSED STEEL POST! Northstar staggers backwards and Alix nails him with THE DIVORCE~! (single arm DDT!) to his hurt shoulder! THE CROWD POPS LIKE NEVER BEFORE!

 

Alix drapes her arm across Northstar's body and goes for the pin fall!

 

CROWD

1

 

CROWD

2

 

CROWD

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

 

The arena FUCKING EXPLODES~! with cheers after Jenna's hand hits the mat for that elusive three count! The fans' cheers almost drown out "One Call Away".

 

COACH (leaping into the air to celebrate)

SHE DID IT!

 

CABOOSE

NOOOOOOOO! WHY GOD? WHY? HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO HISTORY'S GREATEST SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT EXECUTIVE?

 

COLE

What an upset! Alix just served Northstar a piping hot slice of humble pie, with a tall glass of "in your face, boyfriend!" Have we seen a bigger upset?

 

Jenna calls for the bell and orders Buffer to make the final call! She raises Alix's arm high into the air, while camera flashes litter the arena! Jenna leans close to Alix and whispers something into her, the smile disappears from Alix's face and she starts to nod knowingly

 

BUFFER

Your winner.....ALIX SPEZIA!

 

CROWD

ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!

 

With Jenna's words still on her mind, Alix climbs to the top the ropes and flashes the crowd a PEACE SIGN~!, a gesutre they're quick to return. Northstar leans against the rope, tearing at his hair. Jenna kneels down and whispers something into his ear. Whatever she said actually puts a smile on Northstar's formerly scowling face. She gives him a sweet kiss him on the cheek, then walks out of the ring, waving bye to the crowd.

 

COLE

Hey, Jenna did a wonderful job calling that match. I couldn't be more thrilled with the job she did. But, I wonder what she just said to Northstar?

 

CABOOSE

Hopefully she said "sorry for making your life a living hell!" Ugh, is this show over yet?

Edited March 28, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

COLE

"Folks, we are just moments away from the culmination of what has been one of the OAOAST's biggest and most personal feuds, Hoff and CWM."

 

COACH

"Absolutely, Michael, this has been an all-out war, a blood feud between these two men that has raged on literally for MONTHS now, and hopefully it'll finally come to an end here tonight."

 

CABOOSE

"Yeah, we had thought we'd seen the end of this one at Zero Hour last month, but it turns out, not even putting each other through cars could stop these guys. Like them or not, you have to give them both a lot of credit."

 

COLE

"Without a doubt, both these men have been fueled on passion, on desire, and on anger, and it all dates back to a fateful night, this past New Year's Day, when the relationship between CWM and Hoff would change forever."

 

The fans turn their attention to the AngleTron as the video begins to roll.

 

 

 

** HELDDOWN 1/1/04 **

A shot of CWM in his hospital bed

CWM

...I'd say I look pretty good right now. Send them in."

 

The orderly nods and turns, waving someone in. CWM smiles again as Hoff steps through the doorway, a sad smile on his face. The orderly closes the door as Hoff looks CWM over.

 

HOFF

"Jesus..."

 

Hoff's slight smile fades, drawing a grin from CWM.

 

CWM

"Heh...yeah. They did a number on me, huh?"

Hoff appears on the verge of losing his composure, but he keeps talking. "No, let me finish. Let me..."

CWM looks at Hoff knowingly, as if understanding what he's feeling. Hoff smiles slightly, another sad smile, then turns away.

 

HOFF

"But it's like you said, boss..."

 

Hoff reaches into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a tire iron.

 

"...I'm loyal."

 

Hoff turns around, and shock crosses the face of the former 24/7 Champion. Hoff slowly approaches, tears once again streaming down his face. CWM shrinks back in the bed, before throwing an awkward punch, but Hoff simply blocks it, and catches CWM in the ribs with the tire iron. CWM groans loudly, doubling over in pain.

 

Hoff pauses for a moment and looks at his hands, and at CWM, before winding up and delivering another shot to the stomach. CWM reels back, and Hoff catches him with a shot across the head. CWM falls backwards, presumabably unconscious, and Hoff smashes the tire iron across his prone body repeatedly, working over his arms, legs, and ribs. CWM's lifeless form jerks involuntarily from the blows. Hoff lands one last blow to head,

and the force knocks CWM sideways and rolls him over, onto his stomach. He lies still.

 

HOFF

"Boss..."

 

The tears return.

 

"I'm sorry..."

 

** HELDDOWN 2/19/04 **

HOFF: "So that's it? He can't wrestle?"

 

NORTHSTAR: "Until I hear otherwise from his doctor."

 

Hoff gets up, still smiling, and thanks Northstar repeatedly. Hoff opens the door and turns around...

 

BAM!

 

...and gets cracked in the face with a tire iron!! Hoff stumbles back into the GM's office and CWM walks through the door! CWM rears back, and swings again, catching Hoff in the jaw! Hoff falls back and lands on Northstar's desk. Northstar leaps from his chair and heads out the door, yelling "SECURITY! SECURITY!!!!!" CWM picks up Hoff and throws him into a file cabinet! Hoff hits the metal head-first, then stumbles back, right into another shot from the tire iron!! Hoff falls to the ground hard!!

 

CWM: "Get up, you son of a bitch!"

 

CWM pulls Hoff to his knees. Hoff, a small cut opened up on his forehead, catches CWM in the gut with a right hand. CWM stumbles back, but rears back for another swing of the tire iron. Hoff quickly catches CWM with another hard shot to the gut, and CWM drops the tire iron and stumbles back. Hoff gets to his feet and throws CWM out the door and into the hallway. CWM hits the far wall. Hoff follows him out, but CWM spins around and pounces on Hoff, and the two men lock up, throwing hard shots at each other!! CWM lands a HUGE left cross that stuns Hoff for a second. CWM winds up again, but suddenly, two security men pull Hoff out of the fray. CWM starts after Hoff, but Charlie Hoss steps in and restrains him. Northstar steps in between the two men, looking at both with disgust. CWM is red, nostrils flared, eyes angry; Hoff is cut, and bleeding from his nose as well.

 

NORTHSTAR: "Look at you two! You stupid brutes! You wrecked my office!"

 

Hoff and CWM's eyes remain locked on each other.

 

NORTHSTAR: "I have had enough of this! You two sweethearts want each other so bad? Fine!"

 

Hoff's eyes go wide. "Northstar, what do you--"

 

NORTHSTAR: "Can it, sugar. You want to fight? Fine. At Zero Hour, you guys are gonna fight. It's gonna be CWM vs. Hoff....in an unsanctioned, back-lot brawl!!"

 

Hoff's jaw drops as CWM nods and smiles sickly.

 

** OAOAST ZERO HOUR, 2/29/04 **

CWM, still carrying Hoff by the hair, walks over to the car, rears his arm back, and slams Hoff's head through--NO! Hoff gets his leg up and blocks the blow!! Hoff elbows CWM in the face, and CWM lets go of the hold. Hoff, seizing the opportunity, grabs CWM by the back of his head...and PUTS HIM THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW!!

 

COACH

"DAAAAAMN!!"

 

COLE

"Hoff just plastered CWM's face through the car's side window!!"

 

CABOOSE

"Well, this is what you have to do, Michael, and Hoff is getting it done."

 

A small "holy shit" chant goes up through the crowd. Blood trickles from Hoff's forehead as he pulls CWM out of the car. He grabs CWM by his hair and yells "what's up now?!" Hoff then grabs CWM and throws him onto the top of the car!

 

COLE

"Oh no."

 

Hoff climbs up the trunk of the car, then onto the top. CWM tries to get to his feet. His face is a bloody mess of cuts. CWM begins crawling up Hoff's legs as Hoff just stares down at the fallen hero.

 

COLE

"What is Hoff planning here..."

 

Hoff looks at CWM for a second...then pulls him to his feet. Hoff, slowly, hooks CWM's arm around the back of his head...

 

COACH

"NO!"

 

COLE

"He wouldn't."

 

CABOOSE

"Oh yes he would..."

 

....and Hoff delivers a Rock Bottom to CWM on top of the car!!

 

COLE

"My God, this is sick. Sick."

 

The car's roof collapses as CWM falls halfway into the automobile. Hoff, also dazed by the impact, shakes it off and slides off the car roof. CWM slowly rolls over...and falls off of the car and onto the pavement. Hoff looks down on CWM's fallen form for a long moment, and finally turns away to leave.

 

COACH

"So is that it?"

 

COLE

"It has to be. My God, CWM has had enough. He can barely more, and he--

 

"HOFF!!!!!"

 

Hoff whirls around, dumbfounded, to see CWM dragging himself up the side of the car, and onto his feet!

 

Later that evening

CWM hurls Hoff down the ramp! The fans SCREAM as CWM walks out of the entranceway. His face still a bloody mess, CWM takes a moment to salute the fans, who pick up a HUGE chant of "C-W-M, C-W-M!!!"

 

COLE

"These fans are electric!!"

 

Hoff gets to his feet and heads to the ring. He leans on the apron and attempts to collect his breath, but CWM immediately catches up to him and grabs him by the hair! CWM rears back and rams Hoff's heads into the ringpost!! Hoff bounces back, and CWM catches him with an Irish Whip that sends Hoff into the ring steps!!!

 

CABOOSE

"This might be it guys, this is CWM's element! Hoff's still a rookie, and if they get in this ring it HAS to be over!"

 

CWM roars in triumph as the fans chant his name! He picks Hoff up off of his feet...and rolls him into the ring!!

 

COLE

"This is it, there's nowhere left to go!"

 

Hoff crawls to the corner as CWM rolls into the ring himself. Hoff climbs up, turns around...and is met with a HUGE knife edge chop!

 

FANS

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

CWM lays a few chops into Hoff, then whips him across to the far buckle. CWM runs in after him, and catches him with a corner splash!!

 

COLE

"Great move by CWM!"

 

Hoff falls out of the corner and to the mat. CWM picks Hoff up, grabs him from behind, hooks the grapevine and takes him down with a Russian legsweep! CWM gets up slowly, but surely, as Hoff holds his head in pain.

 

CABOOSE

"Hoff's taken a lot of hits to that big head of his, and I don't know--"

 

Caboose is cut off by the roar of the fans as--CWM FLASHES THE POLLYCUTTER SIGN!!!

 

COACH

"AW BOO YEAH~!"

 

COLE

"The Pollycutter! if CWM hits this...well, there's no referee, but all the same this one WILL be over!!!"

 

CWM grabs Hoff's head in a 3/4 facelock...

 

COACH

"This is it!!"

 

VOICE: "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!"

 

CWM drops Hoff and turns to the aisleway to see...

 

COLE

"Northstar?! The GM of HeldDOWN, what's he doing here?!"

 

Northstar heads down the ramp with a mic in hand, accompanied by Charlie Hoss and another team of security guards.

 

NORTHSTAR

"No no no no NO!!"

 

Northstar stops in front of the ring. CWM looks angrily at the HeldDOWN General Manager.

 

NORTHSTAR

"DAMMIT, man! I told you, CWM. I said you could have Hoff, as long as you kept it out of the ring. But you couldn't have that, could you? You couldn't just leave well enough alone? Well SCREW YOU, CWM! I'm not getting sued or worse because you have a death wish! Boys...get this man out of my ring."

 

The security team enters the ring. CWM attempts to fight them off, but there's simply too many, and CWM is overwhelmed. Two men hold his arms back as another one handcuffs him.

 

NORTHSTAR

"Until further notice, sweetheart, consider yourself suspended."

 

The fans get extremely angry at this announcement. They boo tremendously as CWM is escorted out of the ring and up the ramp. Northstar turns to watch him off, then turns back as Hoff staggers to his feet.

 

COLE

"Is Hoff even aware of what just happened?"

 

Hoff blinks as he looks around him. His gaze finally settles on Northstar.

 

NORTHSTAR

"And you, darling...don't you forget that I just saved your ass."

 

Northstar grins as Hoff stares at him blankly. Suddenly, Hoff walks toward Northstar, leans over the ring ropes...and spits in the General Manager's face. Northstar's jaw drops.

 

COACH

"Whoa! What is Hoff doing?"

 

Dumbfounded, Northstar can only look on as Hoff exits the ring. As he walks by the GM, he pauses and levels an icy glare at Northstar. Then without warning, Hoff heads up the ramp and out of the entranceway.

 

** HELDDOWN 3/4/04 **

CWM

"Hoff, or Northstar...I don't care which one, but somebody better get their ass out here right now!"

 

COLE

"CWM is wasting no time calling his adversaries out!"

 

CWM paces around the ring for a moment, looking up the ramp...when out comes Northstar, with several security guards.

 

CABOOSE

"Here we go, finally."

 

COLE

"Northstar is out, hopefully to answer for his actions at Zero Hour!"

 

CABOOSE

"What? What does he have to answer for? It's his decision. CWM is the one with some explaining to do."

 

Northstar approaches the ring, but doesn't enter.

 

NORTHSTAR

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

 

A chorus of boos goes up from the fans.

 

NORTHSTAR

"You're suspended! That means you have no business being here. Boys, if you would please."

 

Northstar gestures to his security force, who slide in the ring and advance on CWM. CWM puts his guard up. The security spreads around CWM and beings to advance, when suddenly a cheer goes up from the audience!

 

COACH

"Wait-- on the entranceway!"

 

COLE

"It's Hoff!"

 

The cheers and boos mix as Hoff steps out onto the stage, mic in hand.

 

HOFF

"Whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa."

 

Northstar spins around to address Hoff.

 

NORTHSTAR

"What, what the hell is this? You don't have any business here, get to the back, sugar. Now."

 

Hoff levels a glare at Northstar.

 

HOFF

"Oh, see, I do think I have business out here. This is very much my business."

 

COLE

"What could Hoff mean?"

 

Hoff starts walking toward the ring.

 

HOFF

"See, last night I showed you -- and the world -- that I can stand up to anyone in this business...even a guy trying to kill me."

 

The fans cheers go up slightly again. CWM cocks his head and listens intently.

 

HOFF

"And after last night, well, let's just say I have something to prove."

 

Hoff gestures to CWM.

 

HOFF

"See, you want your revenge. That's great; I get it. But now, I want something too."

 

CWM

"Why are you doing this?"

 

The security steps back, leaving a path between CWM in the ring and Hoff on the outside. Hoff rolls in the ring and pops to his feet.

 

HOFF

"You want to know why?"

 

CWM steps toward Hoff. The two are almost nose to nose.

 

COLE

"Oh my God...this could explode at any second."

 

HOFF

"I'll tell you why. Last Sunday, you beat the hell out of me. You took me to hell and back...and yet, the whole time, you can't look me in the eye and say I didn't hit you just as hard."

 

CWM's gaze remains unwavering.

 

HOFF

"I took everything you had and then some...but before I could finish the job, we got...cut short." Hoff pauses. "So now, you could say I have...something to prove. I want to beat you, CWM. I want to beat you clean in the center of the ring, 1-2-3. To prove to you, to myself, and to everyone else that I can hang."

 

CWM steps back, and smirks slightly.

 

HOFF

"So I tell you what -- you just get your forms together. You take care of your problems, and I'll set us a nice little table for two...at Anglemania."

 

The crowd ROARS at this challenge. CWM looks out across the fans...looks back to Hoff...and nods.

 

CWM

"I accept."

 

COLE

"CWM vs. Hoff at Anglemania!! Can you believe it?"

 

 

 

 

The cameras cut to a shot of the live crowd, abuzz after the video package.

 

COLE

"This is it for these men. This is what it has all come down to. Both have something to prove, both have a purpose, but only one man can come out on top."

 

The camera cuts to Michael Buffer, standing in the center of the ring.

 

BUFFER

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit."

 

"Black" by Sevendust blares over the Silverdome speakers. The lights go down as the fans come up and alive!

 

BUFFER

"Entering the ring first is a man with something to prove. A man who wants to show the world that he can compete with the best in the business. A rookie in the OAOAST, he has already made a huge impression among the fans and fellow wrestlers alike. From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 275 pounds.........HOFF!"

 

Hoff steps out onto the stage following Buffer's introduction. A few fans boo, but they're drowned out by the cheers. Hoff takes a step forward, then looks around the audience, a serious expression on his face. Hoff allows himself the slightest of smiles before walking down the ramp and rolling in the ring. Once in, Hoff simply gets to his feet, walks to the far corner, and stretches his neck.

 

COLE

"Would you listen to this crowd! If there was any question whether they're behind Hoff, it is gone now."

 

COACH

"Yeah, but I have a feeling they're gonna be even louder for this man!"

 

"Smells Like Teen Spirit" cuts onto the arena sound system as the fans cheers grow even louder!

BUFFER

"And his opponent....from Abbotsford, British Columbia in the great nation of Canada...he is a former World's Heavyweight Champion....once the leader of the vile Underground faction, he has returned from crippling injury to become a fan-favorite the world over. Ladies and gentlemen, CobainWasMurdered.....C! W! EMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

 

The live crowd somehow grows even louder as Buffer finishes his introduction. The fans turn to the stage...but CWM doesn't appear! Suddenly, a cheer rises from the stands! A spotlight shines on a section of the seats...and on CWM!!

 

COACH

"CWM makin' his way through DA FANS! Hell yeah!!"

 

CWM walks through the massive crowd, getting slaps on the back as he walks by. Finally, CWM hops the guardrail and slides into the ring, looks briefly at Hoff, then climbs the near turnbuckle to salute the voracious fans!

 

COLE

"Can you believe it! CWM is getting what has to be the biggest reaction of his career!"

 

CABOOSE

"These fans, they cannot get enough of this guy. He's their hero."

 

COACH

"Man you've GOT to love CWM! This guy is INSANE!"

 

COLE

"But will we see that insanity tonight? Look in the eyes of CWM. Look in the eyes of Hoff. These two men are focused to the extreme..."

 

CWM climbs off the turnbuckle and turns to face Hoff as the bell sounds.

 

COLE

"And here we go."

 

Hoff and CWM stare hard at each other. Both men step forward, walking until they are almost nose-to-nose. CWM, the shorter of the two, looks up at Hoff, who stares just as hard down. Nether man says a word. Finally, without warning, both men unload with a big right hand! Both Hoff and CWM stagger back, then come together and start throwing punches! The fans cheer as both men fall to the mat throwing furious fists!

 

CABOOSE

"I knew it, I knew this would break down into a brawl! These guys aren't here to wrestle, fellas -- they're here to beat the hell out of each other."

 

Hoff rolls on top of CWM and lands a few heavy blows, but CWM flips Hoff over and begins pummeling him with an explosion of right hands! Hoff simply covers up as CWM unloads a storm of hard rights! CWM gets to his feet and waves Hoff up! The fans are SCREAMING!!

 

COLE

"However the fans may feel about Hoff, they want their hero to make short work of him! And they may get their wish! Look!"

 

Hoff gets to his feet slowly, and as he's still bent over, CWM hooks him in a 3/4 facelock, but Hoff pushes him off and jumps back! Hoff looks at CWM with wide eyes and shakes his head.

 

CABOOSE

"It's not that easy, Michael."

 

COACH

"Yeah, but Hoff's gotta be careful out there! CWM is a former World Champion!"

 

CWM sinks to his haunches, then begins to circle Hoff. Hoff circles with him, and feigns going in for a double leg takedown before the two men lock horns.

 

COLE

"CWM had better be careful here. We all know that his medical release form was a fake; he's probably not even near 100% here tonight, and he can’t match strength with Hoff."

 

Hoff pushes CWM into the corner, but the referee calls for a break and Hoff breaks clean.

 

CABOOSE

"So what? CWM wanted the match, it's too late to back out now."

 

The fans pick up a chant of "C-W-M" as the two men are separated. CWM smiles at the crowd. Hoff charges back into the corner, but CWM rolls out of harm's way and Hoff hits the corner. CWM spins Hoff around and unloads a big knife-edge chop as the fans "WOOOO!" in appreciation. CWM chops Hoff again, and a third time, and Hoff's chest begins to glow red.

 

COACH

"You know what I just noticed?"

 

CABOOSE

"This ought to be good."

 

COACH

"CWM is a lot like Chris Stevens, the guy Hoff just wrestled three days ago on HeldDown."

 

CABOOSE

"Now that you mention it..."

 

COLE

"Very true, but CWM has years of experience, he's tough, and he's driven by revenge, and that's something you just can't prepare for."

 

CWM chops Hoff again, then chokes him with his boot! The fans cheer as the referee begins his five count. CWM breaks the choke at four, then ascends the turnbuckles and begins hammering on Hoff! The fans count along with the punches!

 

"ONE!"

 

"TWO!"

 

"THREE!"

 

"FOUR!"

 

"FIVE!"

 

"SIX!"

 

"SEVEN!"

 

"EIGHT!"

 

"NI--"

 

The fans are cut off as Hoff blocks the blow. Hoff grabs CWM's legs and carries him out from the corner, dropping him in a reverse atomic drop! CWM staggers back. Hoff waits for CWM to turn to face him, then throws a clothesline, but CWM ducks it! CWM grabs Hoff's arm and rolls him up into a crucifix pin! The referee counts:

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!

 

COLE

"Nice reversal by Hoff there, but CWM reversed the reversal!"

 

CABOOSE

"Reversed the...wait, what?"

 

Hoff rolls away from CWM and pops up to his knees in the corner, a surprised look in his eyes. CWM smirks, then turns deadly serious and waves Hoff on. Hoff springs to his feet and charges at CWM. The two men lock up...but this time, CWM backs Hoff into the corner!

 

COACH

"Whoa, CWM getting the better of the big man!"

 

COLE

"Hoff stands 6'5, weighs 275, but you can't underestimate sheer will, and CWM has that in spades!"

 

The referee calls for the break. CWM breaks, but catches Hoff with a sucker punch! CWM pushes the admonishing ref out of the way and lays into Hoff with a flurry of right hands! CWM whips Hoff to the opposite corner, but CWM reverses! Hoff charges in after CWM, but the veteran leaps over Hoff and the big man hits the buckle! CWM schoolboys Hoff from behind!

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!

 

CWM pops back up as Hoff crawls to the turnbuckle and pulls himself to his feet!

 

COLE

"Listen to these fans, they're loving this! CWM is really getting the better of Hoff!"

 

CABOOSE

"Yeah, but how long can he keep the pace up?"

 

Hoff turns to face CWM, who screams "COME ON, BIG MAN!" as the fans cheer him on! Hoff takes a step forward, and another, then stops tentatively!

 

COACH

"Man, Hoff is REALLY off his game here!"

 

COLE

"Remember, he's still a rookie. He definitely seems unsure in there. I don't think he was expecting this!"

 

CWM beckons Hoff on. Hoff finally steps in and the two men lock up in another collar-and-elbow tie up. Hoff slides to the side and applies a standing side headlock. CWM tries to shoot him into the ropes, but Hoff cranks down on the neck and blocks the attempt.

 

CABOOSE

"This is good strategy by Hoff. Slow down the match a little, and work his kind of game."

 

The fans actually begin to boo a little as Hoff cinches in the side headlock. CWM sinks to one knee. Hoff tightens the hold, but CWM catches him with an elbow to the stomach, and another! Hoff breaks the hold for a split second, and CWM slips out! Before Hoff can react, CWM ducks behind him and slaps on a sleeperhold! CWM hops onto Hoff's back and the fans go crazy! Hoff staggers to his feet with CWM still on his back...and snapmares him over his shoulder!

 

COLE

"Nice counter to the sleeperhold by Hoff, using his power to break the hold!"

 

Hoff stomps at CWM as the fans begin to boo again. Hoff glares out into the audience, allowing CWM to sneak to his hands and knees and trip Hoff from behind! Hoff falls to the mat face first, and CWM slaps on a Fujiwara armbar!

 

COACH

"Man these fans are so into every move CWM makes!"

 

Indeed, the cheers pick right back up as CWM wrenches back on Hoff's left arm. Hoff tries to fight to his feet, but CWM mule kicks him right in the gut, and Hoff doubles over and falls back to the mat!

 

COLE

"Innovative maneuver there by CWM!"

 

CWM again rears back on Hoff's arm, stretching the elbow and shoulder joints. The referee checks on Hoff, but Hoff waves him off. Hoff again fights to his feet. CWM tries the mule kick again, but Hoff dodges the blow, but CWM simply spins out of the armbar and drop toe holds Hoff back to the canvas! Hoff hits the mat hard, and CWM again goes back to the armbar!

 

CABOOSE

"CWM seems to have a game plan tonight, guys, and that's bad news for Hoff."

 

Hoff again struggles to his feet, but CWM drops his elbow across Hoff's extended arm. Hoff cries out in pain and CWM switches to a top wristlock, and then into a hammerlock. Hoff tries to elbow CWM, but the wily vet dodges the blow.

 

COACH

"I think CWM saw that one coming!"

 

COLE

"He's seen most everything there is!"

 

CWM wrenches in on the hammerlock, but Hoff suddenly snakes behind CWM and reverses the hold! Hoff wrenches in...but CWM hits him with a LOW BLOW!

 

COACH

"Yeah! Nice move!"

 

CABOOSE

"Please. Coward's way out."

 

Hoff releases CWM's arm and doubles over slightly. CWM grabs Hoff in a 3/4 facelock -- POLLYCUTTER--NO!! Hoff falls backwards and roils all the way out to the arena floor!

 

COLE

"That's the second time that CWM has ALMOST hit his finisher!"

 

Hoff leans on the ring apron and attempts to clear his head, but looks up just in time to see CWM coming at him with a baseball slide! CWM catches Hoff full in the face and sends the big man reeling into the guardrail! CWM gets to his feet, waits for Hoff to turn around, and hits a vaulting body press onto Hoff! Both men fall to the ground, and CWN gets to his knees and begins pummeling Hoff!

 

COLE

"That high-risk move paid off for CWM!"

 

CABOOSE

"Yeah, but there again, how many of those can he afford to take? To MISS?"

 

CWM pulls Hoff to his feet and whips him into the ring steps-- but Hoff reverses the whip-- but CWM holds on and RE-reverses the move, and Hoff goes flying into the steel steps!

 

COACH

"There's that tenacity of CWM showing through again!"

 

CWM walks over to Hoff. He clears the bottom step off, pick up Hoff, and rams him head first into the steel corner post! CWM climbs onto the bottom step and pulls Hoff up with him. CWM kicks Hoff in the gut and hooks him in a standing headscissor position!

 

COLE

"Piledriver coming up, maybe?"

 

CABOOSE

"You're a psychic, Michael."

 

The ref comes out to argue with CWM, but CWM waves him off. CWM hooks Hoff around the waist and attempts to lift him for a piledriver-- but Hoff resists! CWM tries again, but Hoff backdrops him over and onto the arena floor! Hoff sinks to one knee and catches his breath as CWM writhes in pain!

 

COACH

"That right there is desperation, fellas."

 

CABOOSE

"Bull, Coach. It's good ring presence. Hoff knew where he was, don't sell him short."

 

Hoff walks over to CWM and bends down to pick him up, but CWM catches Hoff with a thumb to the eye! CWM whips Hoff into the guardrail! The fans crowd around Hoff as CWM charges in, but Hoff backdrops him over the guardrail and into the fans! Security clears the area as Hoff climbs over the railing!

 

COACH

"Um, Booze, I believe you were saying something about this breaking down?"

 

Hoff pulls CWM to his feet and unloads a massive right hook to CWM's jaw. CWM goes spinning, and Hoff catches him on the return with a scoop slam on the concrete. Hoff stomps away at CWM, then notices a fan holding a sign. Hoff grabs the sign from the fan, who screams and gives a thumbs-up sign.

 

COLE

"What's that sign say?"

 

Hoff holds the sign up for the crowd to see. The sign reads: "Hoff is the Future."

 

COACH

"Wow, that's an odd sign."

 

COLE

"Yeah, but some of the boos for Hoff are tapering off!

 

The fans cheer as Hoff shows off the sign. Hoff stands over CWM and bends down, still holding the sign, to taunt him-- but CWM shoots his leg up and kicks Hoff right between the legs!

 

CABOOSE

"Aw, COME ON!"

 

COLE

"What, would you approve if Hoff did it?"

 

CABOOSE

"No, I think they're both sissies."

 

Hoff crumples, holding his groin. He drops the sign. CWM stands and picks the sign up-- and rips it in half!! The fans go wild! CWM picks Hoff up by his hair and throws him back over the guardrail! CWM follows him over. The referee again pleads with CWM to get back into the ring. CWM grabs Hoff by the hair and points to the ring...but then rams Hoff into the nearby ringpost! The fans cheer as the referee steps in between the men.

 

COLE

"This official is not happy with CWM."

 

CABOOSE

"Neither am I! It's a wrestling match, get in the ring!"

 

CWM waves the official away, then grabs Hoff and rolls him into the ring. CWM follows him up onto the apron, but then climbs up to the top rope!

 

COLE

"CWM's about to take another high risk!"

 

Hoff slowly gets up. Not seeing CWM, he turns around, and CWM catches him with a missile dropkick!

 

COACH

"BIG move!"

 

CWM makes the cover and hooks Hoff's leg!

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE-NO!!! Kickout!

 

Hoff gets his shoulder off the mat at the count of two and a half. CWM pulls him up, whips him into the ropes, and catches Hoff with a drop toe hold. Hoff hits the mat face first, and CWM drops a leg across the back of Hoff's head. CWM rolls Hoff over and makes the cover!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

COLE

"CWM is unloading with everything he's got in there!"

 

CWM picks Hoff up, grabs his leg, and unloads with a huge Dragon Screw legwhip! Hoff slides across the mat! CWM gets to his feet, grabs Hoff by the leg, and drags him over to the ringpost!

 

COACH

"Is he thinking what I think he is?"

 

Much to the referee's dismay, CWM slides out of the ring. He grabs Hoff by the boot, pulls his legs around the corner, rears back and SLAMS Hoff's knee into the steel post! Hoff SCREAMS in pain and grabs his knee!

 

COLE

"CWM is vicious. He is driven. He will do anything to win."

 

CWM grabs Hoff's leg again and tries the move, but Hoff kicks him back away! Before CWM can recover, Hoff slides away from the corner and crawls to the ropes! CWM slides in the ring. Hoff gets to his feet, but CWM dropkicks him in the knee and Hoff goes down hard!

 

CABOOSE

"Hoff went down like a sack of bricks!"

 

COACH

"Hoff went down like your mom, 'Booze? DAYUM!"

 

CWM pulls Hoff up and whips him into the ropes. Hoff comes off the far side, and CWM hooks him in a drop toe hold! Hoff lands on his bad knee and again lets out a howl of pain!!

 

COLE

"CWM's going to town on that right knee of Hoff's and-- hey, look at this!

 

CWM gets to his feet, rolls Hoff over, grabs Hoff's right leg and twists him into a single-leg Boston Crab!! The ref checks on Hoff as CWM leans back into the hold!

 

CABOOSE

"This is trouble, this is trouble. Hoff has nowhere to go."

 

COACH

"Nowhere but the ropes!"

 

CABOOSE

"Yeah, but can he make it that far?"

 

Hoff shakes his head no as the referee checks his condition. CWM rears back on the leg, and the fans cheer, but a small "Hoff" chant breaks out in the rafters! Hoff begins to inch toward the closest ropes! Some fans cheer, some boo, and a few fans start to stomp their feet!

 

COLE

"Listen to this crowd! I don't think they know who to pull for anymore!"

 

Hoff drags himself a little closer to the ropes as the "Hoff" chant picks up. Suddenly, a "CWM" chant breaks out in another section of the arena!

 

COACH

"It's a split decision!"

 

Hoff pulls himself a little closer. CWM readjusts the hold and really pulls back on the leg. Hoff screams in pain, and the referee checks on him again, but he inches even closer to the ropes! The "Hoff" chant begins to drown the other chants out!

 

COLE

"Hoff is almost there!"

 

Hoff reaches...reaches.........reaches........and CWM pulls himself up and starts to drag Hoff away.......but not before Hoff gets a hand on the bottom rope!! CWM immediately pulls Hoff away, and the referee does NOT call for the break!! The fans jeer en masse!

 

COACH

"Why didn't the ref call for the break?"

 

COLE

"I don't think he saw it!"

 

CWM pulls harder on the leg of Hoff, and the ref checks on him again. Hoff's face is lined with pain, but he shoos the official away. As CWM pulls back, Hoff flails his left, good leg back and tries to kick CWM off of him. CWM simply ignores the glancing blows and keeps the pressure on. Suddenly, Hoff arches his back, rolls his free leg up, then shoots a stiff kick to the back of CWM's left knee!! CWM breaks the hold, and falls to the mat holding his knee!!

 

CABOOSE

"What a counter!"

 

Hoff rolls over, clutching his right knee. CWM hobbles slightly as he gets to his feet, then spins around and grabs Hoff's legs. CWM spreads Hoff's legs open, and stomps him below the belt!

 

COLE

"Come on, ref! Stop that!"

 

COACH

"Yeah, but Michael, the fans love it!"

 

Indeed, the cheers pick up again as Hoff writhes in pain. CWM looks down on his opponent disgustedly for a second, then grabs his legs and steps through!!

 

COLE

"The Insecticide Lock! CWM's version of the Sharpshooter!! If CWM gets this locked on, it'll be over!!"

 

CWM grapevines Hoff's legs and attempts to turn the big man over, but Hoff resists! He tries again, but Hoff won't turn! He tries to turn him the other way, but again Hoff resists! CWM centers Hoff again, bends down slightly, and Hoff reaches up and grabs him by the neck!! Hoff rolls CWM into a small package!!! The referee makes the count!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR--NO!!

 

COLE

"CWM barely escaped!"

 

CABOOSE

"Another good counter by Hoff, but can he follow it up?"

 

CWM gets to his feet first as Hoff favors his knee. Hoff pulls himself up on the ropes, but turns around and gets a boot to the gut from CWM. CWM hooks Hoff for a DDT, but Hoff grabs CWM's waist and flips him over in a Northern Lights suplex!

 

COLE

"Northern Lights are out tonight!"

 

Hoff holds the bridge and the referee counts!!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEKICKOUT!!

 

CWM fights out of the bridge! Both men get to their feet. CWM is again up first and he goes to Hoff, but Hoff surprises him and charges him into the corner!! Hoff steps back, then runs at CWM with a knee to the midsection -- then clenches his knee in pain!

 

CABOOSE

"Hoff forgot all about that knee, but that move brought it all back."

 

Hoff hops out of the corner on one leg, still holding his knee. CWM pulls himself out of the corner and waits for Hoff to turn around. Hoff hops in a circle and faces CWM.....and surprises him with a DROPKICK!! And the fans come alive!!

 

COLE

"WHOA!"

 

COACH

"Maybe Hoff's knee is better than we thought!!"

 

CABOOSE

"Screw that! I want to know where that man learned how to dropkick!"

 

CWM hits the mat hard as Hoff pops quickly to his feet. Hoff stands straight, and looks down at CWM with fire in his eyes!! CWM backs into the corner, but Hoff follows him in and whips him HARD to the far side!! CWM hits the buckle with a huge impact and stutters out...and Hoff whips him back to the first corner!! CWM hits the buckle and crumples to the mat!!

 

COLE

"What brute force by Hoff! This might be just what he needs to turn the tide!"

 

Hoff walks over to CWM, who's half-sitting in the corner. Hoff grabs the top rope, and begins stomping at CWM!! Hoff lays in boot after boot after boot as the fans cheer on! Satisfied, Hoff pulls CWM to his feet....and sets him on top of the post!

 

COLE

"Oh no."

 

COACH

"We're going up high, Mikey!"

 

Hoff climbs to the second rope as CWM sits atop the buckle. Hoff shoots a hard body blow into CWM's ribs, then hooks his arm and neck up for a vertical suplex. Hoff climbs to the top rope and pulls CWM with him as the fans get to their feet!!

 

COACH

"Superplex...but wait!"

 

CWM catches Hoff with a shot to his ribs, and another! Hoff breaks the hold, and CWM pushes him down off the buckle!! Hoff hits the mat hard, but rolls through and onto his feet! Hoff charges back at CWM, but CWM kicks him in the face! Hoff stutters back as CWM climbs up to the top rope!! CWM dives off with a beautiful cross body block...but Hoff rolls through the move and lands on top of CWM!!

 

COLE

"Reversal by Hoff!"

 

Hoff hooks CWM's leg as the referee makes the count!!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO!!

 

CWM kicks out of the pin attempt! Hoff gets back to his feet first, pulls CWM up, and slaps on a front face lock! Hoff hooks CWM’s arm around his head, and lifts him into a vertical suplex! CWM comes crashing down to the mat!

 

CABOOSE

"NOW it's in Hoff's territory."

 

Hoff gets up and picks CWM up off the mat. CWM swings at Hoff, but Hoff steps back and drives his knee into CWM's ribs. Hoff lifts CWM up and drops him with another vertical suplex. Hoff picks CWM up again, hooks him, and lifts him up...

 

COLE

"Look at the power."

 

Hoff holds CWM straight up, high into the air, and walks in a circle. The fans cheer as Hoff stalls.....stalls....and FINALLY drops CWM down with a third vertical suplex!! Hoff gets to his feet and plays to the crowd, who scream in praise!

 

CABOOSE

"Look at CWM, guys. I think those suplexes really took a toll on him."

 

CWM clutches his ribs and curls in pain on the mat. Hoff turns and picks him up before scooping him from behind and driving a knee to his back with a huge pendulum backbreaker. Hoff heads to the corner, and steps through the ropes....and the fans stand up again!!

 

COACH

"AWWW YEAH BABY!! This is what I'm talking about!"

 

COLE

"We saw this the other week from Hoff, something we never thought we'd see!"

 

Hoff climbs up the ropes as CWM lies prone on the mat. Hoff looks down for a second...then out across the fans, who are cheering like mad on their feet!! Hoff stands up fully, and jumps.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CWM MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!

 

COLE

"NOBODY HOME!"

 

CABOOSE

"It's like I said, guys, these high-risk moves are gonna cost them."

 

Hoff grabs his elbow as well as his side in agony as he lies on the mat. CWM rolls, slowly, to the ropes, and pulls himself up. He walks to Hoff, and gingerly bends over to pick him up. CWM hooks Hoff in a side headlock and drags him to the center of the ring, then straightens him up, hooks his leg around Hoff's, and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep! CWM floats over into a cover!!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEENO~! Kickout by Hoff!!

 

COLE

"Hoff barely gets his shoulder up again! You have to wonder, though, what will it take to keep these guys down?"

 

CWM picks Hoff up again, but as he does, Hoff elbows him in the side. CWM doubles over as Hoff hooks HIM up, and drops him with a Russian leg sweep of his own!! Now Hoff makes the cover!!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO~! Kickout by CWM!!

 

COACH

"Hoff with a little something something of his own!"

 

CABOOSE

"It's called a Russian leg sweep, Jonathan."

 

Hoff and CWM both get to their knees, but Hoff is to his feet first as CWM climbs to the ropes. Hoff waits for CWM, then whips him into the ropes...and catches him with a powerslam!!

 

COLE

"Snap powerslam and a beauty! Hoff is using all his power here tonight!!"

 

Hoff gets to his knees, then his feet and pulls CWM up. Hoff hooks CWM up for another vertical suplex...then grabs one of CWM's legs!! Hoff flips CWM over with a PERFECTPLEX!!

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE

 

NO!!!!

 

CWM BARELY kicks out!!

 

COLE

"What a move by Hoff! I thought for SURE he had him!!"

 

Hoff gets up, pounding the mat in frustration!!

 

CABOOSE

"There we go, I was wondering when this would happen. Folks, the kid is getting frustrated."

 

COLE

"If Hoff loses his focus here, it could cost him, but he could be one move away from-- oh look at this!!"

 

Hoff pulls CWM up by the hair, then pats his own bicep before Irish whipping CWM. Hoff pulls CWM back in, but the veteran ducks the clothesline and holds on to the whip! CWM sends Hoff into the ropes, and catches him coming out with a monkey flip! CWM gets to his feet, pumping his fist in celebration! Hoff staggers to his feet, then turns around and walks into a boot from CWM! CWM grabs Hoff's head as he doubles over, hooking him a 3/4 facelock for the POLLYCUTTER! The fans pop up out of their seats-- but Hoff pushes CWM away! CWM hits the ropes, comes off and SPINEBUSTER~!!!!!

 

COACH

"YO~!"

 

COLE

"MY GOD WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!! Hoff just DRILLED CWM!!"

 

Hoff rolls over on top of CWM and hooks his leg!!!

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

CWM kicks out!!

 

CABOOSE

"How. HOW in the world did he kick out of that?!"

 

COLE

"Because CWM wants this win, he wants it worse than anything he's ever wanted in that ring!"

 

COACH

"I still can't believe he got out!"

 

Hoff rolls off of CWM and lies, catching his breath. CWM half turns over, and lies holding his side. Hoff slowly sits up, and gets to his feet. He turns to face CWM as CWM pulls himself up using the ropes. CWM slips once, then gets back to his feet....and Hoff begs him on!! The fans are rabid as CWM turns around! Hoff grabs CWM around the neck, and hooks him up!

 

COACH

"Rock Bottom!"

 

Hoff lifts CWM up for the Rock Bottom, but CWM drives his elbow into the back of Hoff's skull! Hoff winces and drops CWM back on his feet. CWM elbows Hoff again, then spins around Hoff's body, out of the hold, and grabs him by the neck and HITS HOFF WITH A POLLYCUTTER!!! Hoff goes down as the fans SCREAM!!!!

 

COACH

"POLLYCUTTER!!!"

 

COLE

"POLLYCUTTER, OUT OF NOWHERE!!! WHAT A COUNTER!!!!"

 

CWM drags himself onto Hoff and hooks the leg!! The fans count along with the official!!!

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEE!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!!!!!!!

 

COLE

"HOFF KICKED OUT!! HOFF KICKED OUT!!!!"

 

COACH

"My GOD!"

 

CABOOSE

"No, I don't believe it. No way."

 

The fans are a mix of livid and ecstatic as CWM gets to his knees and argues with the ref. The official signals that Hoff had his shoulder up, and a line of exhaustion and frustration passes over CWM's face.

 

COLE

"What can he do? What can CWM do to beat this man?"

 

CABOOSE

"I don't know...I just don't know."

 

CWM gets to his feet, then paces the ring in anguish as Hoff rolls across the mat. CWM pulls a groggy Hoff up, and grabs his face again!!!

 

COLE

"Another Pollycutter!! No way Hoff can kick out of two...can he?"

 

COACH

"Who knows?!"

 

CWM hesitates before locking his hands, and Hoff is able to again push him away. CWM turns around, and Hoff boots him in the midsection before grabbing his arm and whipping him into the ropes...then pulling him back with a short arm clothesline!!

 

COLE

"Great move, but look at Hoff!"

 

Hoff sinks to one knee, breathing heavily after the big power move. He gets back to his feet, then looks over at CWM lying prone on the mat. Hoff looks out across the crowd....then turns to the corner!!

 

COACH

"No way, not again!"

 

CABOOSE

"This is a mistake, I'm telling you."

 

Hoff leans against the turnbuckle for a second before climbing onto the apron and up the ropes. Without hesitation, Hoff stands up, looks down, and dives off.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

....and CONNECTS with the big elbow!!

 

COLE

"What a move!"

 

Hoff leaves his arm draped across CWM as the ref makes the count! The fans count along!!

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEENO~!!!

 

COLE

"CWM somehow got the shoulder up!"

 

COACH

"Oh man, can you believe this?"

 

COLE

"These men will not stay down!!"

 

Hoff, now, gets to his knees and looks up at the official. Almost to tears, Hoff SLAMS his hand down on the mat and gets to his feet! Hoff screams "GET UP!" at CWM, and now the fans boo!! Hoff pulls CWM up by the hair, and yanks his head into a standing headscissors! Hoff slashes his arms as the fans go rabid!!

 

COLE

"Listen to these people pull for their hero, but it's too late! Hoff's gonna end it here!"

 

COACH

"We're one H-Bomb away from the end, guys!"

 

Hoff lifts CWM up onto his shoulders!! The fans SCREAM insults and jeers at Hoff!

 

CABOOSE

"I knew it, I knew CWM wasn't strong enough for this match!"

 

COLE

"Wait a second!!"

 

CWM perks up on Hoff's shoulders and fires a punch into Hoff's face! The fans are ELECTRIC as CWM fires another shot to Hoff's head! Hoff wavers, and CWM shifts his weight on Hoff's shoulders! CWM swings his right leg over Hoff's head, then swings his body off of Hoff's chest....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO A POLLYCUTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

COLE

"POLLYCUTTER BY CWM!! WHAT A COUNTER!!! WHAT A MOVE!!! THE COVER!!!"

 

CWM hooks the leg!!!

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

*ding ding ding*

 

The fans come to their feet as "Smells Like Teen Spirit" blares over the loudspeakers!!!

 

COLE

"He did it!! CWM, by God he did it!!!"

 

BUFFER

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest.......C!!!! W!!!!!! M!!!!!!!"

 

CWM rolls off of Hoff's motionless form and climbs to his feet as the ref raises his hand in victory!!!

 

CABOOSE

"I can't believe it. I just can’t believe he actually did it."

 

CWM climbs to the top rope and pumps his fist as the fans charge to the guardrail to celebrate with their hero. CWM climbs down from the corner, and hops out of the ring and walks to the fans!!! CWM celebrates with the fans at ringside!

 

COACH

"Wow...what a match we have seen here."

 

COLE

"You've got to give credit to Hoff, all the credit in the world. He came here, and he went the distance. He hung with CWM all the way through. But in the end, CWM got the job done."

 

COACH

"Yeah, and you gotta love this! Look at him, Michael!!"

 

CWM climbs on to the guardrail tentatively...and jumps onto the fans! CWM CROWDSURFS among the rabid crowd as they chant his name!

 

COLE

"For all the times that it looked like this thing was over, it was finally the Pollycutter that got the job done. Not one, but two, and if you look here..."

 

The video wall flashes a replay of the finish as CWM continues to surf the fans.

 

COLE

"You can see, right here, look at the sharp angle that CWM just caught Hoff with that Pollycutter, out of nowhere."

 

CABOOSE

"Actually, Cole, you make a good point...Hoff landed pretty hard. And....he's not moving."

 

COLE

"What?"

 

The cameras cut to the center of the ring, where Hoff still lies motionless after the Pollycutter. The official checks on Hoff, but gets no response. As he waves crew out to the ring, CWM spills back into the arena. Seeing the scene, he slides in the ring and looks on."

 

COLE

"Oh my God..."

 

COACH

"Guys...Hoff's not moving. Guys..."

 

A squad of EMTs run out to the ring, along with a pair of men in suits. CWM looks down, his face almost expressionless, as the EMT's check on Hoff.

 

COACH

"Guys...."

 

CABOOSE

"Oh, man. Don't let this-- don’t let this be...bad..."

 

A medic checks Hoff's neck while another checks his pulse. The fans have grown silent at the scene in the ring. Finally, Hoff sits up, and applause breaks out over the arena.

 

COACH

"Oh, thank God."

 

CABOOSE

".....Good. Oh, good. Thank God is right, Coach."

 

Hoff sits up as an EMT asks him how he feels-- but Hoff, suddenly, swipes at her! The EMTs scatter as Hoff pushes himself up!

 

COLE

"What is this?"

 

Hoff attempts to get to his feet, then sinks. He grabs his neck as a pair of medics rush to his side, but Hoff shoos them off. Slowly, carefully, Hoff rises to his feet. The medics stand clear, one roils out of the ring.

 

COACH

"Well, good for Hoff I guess, getting to his feet under his own power.'

 

CABOOSE

"Not if he's injured, he could--"

 

COLE

"Fans, I'm getting word that it looks like it's just a slight stinger, and that Hoff will be fine."

 

CABOOSE

"Still..."

 

Still holding his neck, Hoff raises his eyes to CWM. A look of pain on his face, Hoff takes a step across the ring. CWM takes a tentative step towards Hoff, and the two meet as Hoff takes his had off of his neck.

 

COLE

"Oh my, what's gonna happen here. What else could even happen tonight?"

 

CWM stares hard into Hoff's eyes. Hoff looks across the crowd, then stares back at CWM. A small Hoff chant breaks out as....Hoff extends his hand!

 

COACH

"No way!"

 

CABOOSE

"Is he gonna take it?!?"

 

The fans pop HUGE and go BANANA as Hoff holds his hand out to CWM!!

 

COLE

"Remember, these guys were stablemates, teammates once, but after everything that's happened, can CWM really shake Hoff's hand?"

 

CWM gazes at Hoff's hand for a long moment, then looks out across the crowd. Tears begin to run down Hoff's face as he stands still, hand out. CWM looks again at Hoff's hand...then begins to turn away.

 

CABOOSE

"I knew it. He can't do it."

 

COLE

"Wait wait..."

 

CWM stops, standing half turned. The fans boo, then begin to cheer again as CWM turns back around. CWM looks at Hoff and mouths three words: "Is it over?"

 

COLE

"CWM wants to know, is it over? Is this over between them?"

 

Hoff, tears streaming, nods and mouths the words "It's over....it's over and I'm sorry."

 

CWM looks down....and GRABS HOFF'S HAND!!!!

 

COLE

"YES YES YES!"

 

COACH

"ALL RIGHT!!!"

 

CWM pulls Hoff in and slaps him on the back as the fans again come alive!!

 

COLE

"Listen to these fans!!"

 

COACH

"Damn right!!"

 

Hoff and CWM let go of each other as "Smells Like Teen Spirit" again kicks in over the speakers. CWM climbs the turnbuckle again and salutes the fans, then hops out of the ring. CWM plays to the rabid crowd all the way up the rams as Hoff turns and rests his head on the nearby top turnbuckle.

 

COLE

"Well what a victory for CWM...but what's with Hoff?"

 

The EMTs again check on Hoff, but he flails his arm back and shoos them off. Hoff spins out of the corner, and orders all the staff back to the back. The team leaves the ring, as Hoff stands square in the middle of it.

 

COLE

"Oh man, look at Hoff..."

 

The tears are streaming down Hoff's face in full force. Hoff looks to the lights, then back down at the mat as he wipes his eyes.

 

COACH

"I know Hoff really wanted to win tonight, but....man."

 

COLE

"Hoff said he had something to prove here..."

 

Hoff shakes his head as he looks down, then turns his head back up to the lights. The fans go quiet as Hoff stands in the center of the ring...

 

CABOOSE

"You know what, guys? I might not like him...I might not respect him....but Hoff proved a lot to me here tonight."

 

Suddenly, a section of fans in the front row stand and applaud. A few more begin to cheer, and suddenly the entire arena rises and gives Hoff a standing ovation.

 

COLE

"I think he proved it to the fans too!"

 

Hoff looks tentatively to his left, then turns to face the standing crowd. Hoff turns to the right, and back to the left, and a soft, genuine smile breaks over his face. A small "Hoff" chant picks up across the fans as Hoff smiles.

 

COLE

"What a show of respect by these fans!"

 

COACH

"He proved it, Michael. He proved it to these fans, to you, to me, to 'Booze....he proved to the world that he can hang."

 

The Hoff chant grows as Hoff looks across the crowd. He pounds his chest twice, and raises his arm as the fans cheer him on. Slowly, Hoff steps between the ropes, off the apron, and down the ramp to a standing ovation.

 

COACH

"Wow. Guys....I am breathless."

 

CABOOSE

"I can't even think of an insult for you, Coach. What we just saw was intense."

 

COLE

"Absolutely. But we're not done yet! Up next, we've got what promises to be another classic matchup."

Edited March 28, 2004 by Papacita

[Stephen Joseph 0]

*we see a shot of Josh Matthews in the back, standing next to the 24/7 Champion Axel, with the AngleMania logo behind them*

 

JOSH

Well Axel, tonight you defend your 24/7 Championship against the woman that you proclaimed your love for this past week on HeldDown, The Female Phenom, Crystal. Your thoughts on tonight’s match?

 

*Axel looks at Matthews and snatches the microphone out of his hand, prompting Josh to back up, out of the camera shot, giving Axel the floor*

 

AXEL

Welcome to my World. (boos from the audience) Well, look where we are Crystal. Detroit, Michigan. (Small pop) Where it all began. Where we ran riot. Where we dominated. Where you LEFT ME. I think its quite fitting that we are here, and that our former home becomes our future battleground. I’m not here to harp on about what has happened in the last two months, I’m not here to spout off anymore catch phrases. I’m not here to make it look all pretty, sell the biggest event of all time. This is my first AngleMania, but I have only one thing on my mind. That, my dear, is you. Because after tonight, I’ll have the belt, and I’ll get the girl as well. Even if it means… over your. Dead. Body.

 

*Axel shoves the microphone into Josh Matthew’s chest, and then walks out of camera shot. Matthew’s watches Axel go, with a frightened look on his face.

 

*AngleMania logo flashes over screen*

 

COLE

I won’t even go into that. Next ladies and gentlemen, we have a one on one match up for the ages. The Twenty-Four Seven Championship will be decided in this match, but it is about much, much more than a title. Axel versus Crystal is now.

 

COACH

That’s right Michael, this blood rivalry has a history that spans back five years. It all started just two months ago, when Crystal went out to the ring to answer her critics.

 

*AngleMania logo flashes over the screen*

 

* shot of Crystal standing in the ring, microphone in hand, addressing the crowd*

 

CRYSTAL

I have so much further than anyone thought I would in this company.

 

COLE (voice over)

The best female competitor that wrestling has ever produced.

 

CRYSTAL

I was the very first female 24/7 champion.

 

*shot of Crystal with the Twenty-Four Seven Championship around her waist*

 

CRYSTAL

I was the first woman to main event an OAOAST Pay Per View.

 

*a shot of Crystal standing opposite the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, Calvin Szechstein*

 

CRYSTAL

I was in the Elimination Chamber match last November.

 

*A shot of Crystal in her chamber*

 

CRYSTAL

I have overcome all height barriers, all weight barriers, and, most importantly, all gender barriers.

 

*A shot of Crystal, her arms raised in victory*

 

CRYSTAL

Which is why, at Zero Hour…

 

*The screen goes red, and a sped-up shot of Axel walking out is shown*

 

COLE (voice-over)

Axel has no business being out here!

 

AXEL

Just under six months ago Crystal, I got a call from an old friend. She needed help to slay a monster, and she needed an ally in the OAOAST.

 

*A shot of Axel and Crystal in the ring, battling Brock Ausstin, is shown*

 

AXEL

But you hurt me Crystal; you went off on your own way. I’m out here to ask you to make things right. Come back to me. Come back to the Bleeding Souls.

 

*the screen goes back to normal colour as Crystal is shown, staring at Axel*

 

CABOOSE (voice-over)

Wait a minute; Crystal was in the Bleeding Souls?

 

CRYSTAL

No, Axel, I won’t go back to you.

 

*A shot of Axel with a scowl on his face is shown*

 

AXEL

Well then, if that’s the way you want it, then you brought this on yourself Crystal.

 

*A shot of Axel walking away is shown, as ‘My Way’ by Limp Bizkit begins to play*

 

(check out, check out, check out the melody)

 

*A shot of Axel and Crystal staring straight at one another*

 

You think you're special, you do.

 

*Crystal holding up the Twenty-Four Seven Championship belt*

 

I can see it in your eyes,

 

*Crystal celebrating after beating Gunner Sharps*

 

I can see it when you laugh at me,

 

* Axel grinning on the outside of the ring, looking at the fallen Crystal*

 

Look down on me, walk around on me.

 

*Axel standing over a fallen Crystal*

 

Just one more fight about your leadership,

 

* Crystal standing in the ring, waiting for her opponent*

 

And I, will straight up leave your shit,

 

*Axel making the crucifix pose*

 

Cause I've had enough of this, and now I'm pissed.

 

*Axel with a scowl on his face*

 

Yeah!

 

*Axel taking Crystal down with a hard slap to the face*

 

This time, I'm'a let it all go now.

 

*Axel dropping Crystal with a Death Valley Driver*

 

This time, I'm'a stand up and shout

 

*Crystal yelling for Axel to get in the ring*

 

I'm'a do things my way, it's my way.

 

*Axel locking in the Axel Grinder on Panther*

 

My way or the highway.

 

*Axel raising the 24/7 Championship above his head*

 

This time, I'm'a let it all go now.

 

*Crystal hitting Gunner with a dropkick to the head*

 

This time, I'm'a stand up and shout

 

*Axel pinning AJ Flaire at Zero Hour*

 

I'm'a do things my way, it's my way.

 

*Crystal hitting the Diamond in the Rough*

 

My way or the highway.

 

*Crystal locking in the Crystalling on an opponent*

 

Someday you'll see things my way,

 

*Crystal out in the snow, running*

 

Cause you never know, but you never know,

When you're gonna go.

 

*Axel lifting an abnormal amount of weight on the bench press*

 

Someday you'll see things my way,

 

*Axel running along the beach*

 

Cause you never know, when you never know,

When you're gonna go.

 

*Crystal finishing training, the effort she put in apparent*

 

(check out, check out, check out the melody)

 

*As the lead break plays, the music dies down, and shots of Axel and Crystal facing each other in the ring are shown, starting off from Axel’s perspective, and then Crystal’s. Then a shot of Crystal and Zack Malibu talking from this past week’s HeldDown is shown.*

 

CRYSTAL

I’m…. scared.

 

*The last word echoes as the music comes back in, and the sing starts up again*

 

Just one more fight and I'll be history,

 

*Axel struggling to get up after a match*

 

Yes I, will straight up leave your shit,

 

*Crystal screaming in pain while in a submission hold*

 

And you'll be the one who'se left.. missing me.

 

*Axel waiting for Crystal to turn around after she beats Gunner Sharps*

 

Yeah!

 

*Axel taking Crystal down with a hard clothesline when she turns around*

 

This time, I'm'a let it all go now.

 

*Axel hitting a DVD on Crystal*

 

This time, I'm'a stand up and shout

 

*Axel hitting the Axel Slam on Crystal*

 

I'm'a do things my way, it's my way.

 

*Axel laughing manically*

 

My way or the highway.

 

*Crystal with a scared look on her face*

 

This time, I'm'a let it all go now.

 

*Crystal scowling at Axel*

 

This time, I'm'a stand up and shout

 

*Crystal hitting another Diamond in the Rough*

 

I'm'a do things my way, it's my way.

 

*Crystal locking in the Crystalling again*

 

My way or the highway.

 

*Crystal holding up her arms in victory*

 

Someday you'll see things my way,

 

*Axel and Crystal sitting in chairs for the interview last week*

 

Cause you never know, but you never know,

 

*Axel with the 24/7 Title around his waist*

 

When you're gonna go.

 

*Crystal with the 24/7 Title around her waist*

 

Someday you'll see things my way,

 

*Axel and Crystal face to face*

 

Cause you never know, when you never know,

 

*A shot of Axel and Crystal in the interview room last Thursday*

 

AXEL

I always get what I

 

(check out, check out, check out the melody)

 

*The Music fades out as the AngleMania logo flashes over to the screen, and we get a wide shot of the packed arena, screaming fans everywhere*

 

COLE

This is more than the title. This is damn personal. This is about Crystal slaying the monster. This is about her getting her freedom for good. Axel is an obsessed psychopath, and Crystal has to beat him tonight.

 

COACH

I can’t believe the bombshell that Axel dropped three days ago. The whole arena was in shock when he made the announcement. He has turned obsessive, and I am worried for Crystal’s safety.

 

CABOOSE

And you should be Coach. Axel is going to tear your girl limb from limb.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The bell sounds as Michael Buffer walks to the centre of the ring, to announce the next match.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall with a forty minute time limit, is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four Seven Championship! Therefore, this match will be contested under No Holes Barred Rules, but pinfalls MUST be in the ring!

 

The crowd pops as they get ready for the participants arrival.

 

CUE: ‘I’m Just a Girl’ by No Doubt

 

Smoke fills the entrance way, and red probe lights run all over the arena. The crowd pops as Crystal finally appears out of the smoke!

 

COACH

There she is!

 

COLE

Crystal is looking more focused than we have ever seen her!

 

Crystal walks down the ramp, slides straight into the ring, and ascends one of the turnbuckles to greet the crowd, as Buffer starts to speak again.

 

BUFFER

Introducing first, the challenger, from Coquitlam, Canada, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Twenty Eight Pounds, she is known the world around as the best female competitor in wrestling, and a threat to any and every title in any company, including the Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, she fights for her freedom as an individual, against a shady figure from her past. Ladies and Gentlemen… CRYYYYYYYYYYYYSTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!

 

Crystal stretches on the ropes as her music dies down to a stop. The Lights then cut completely, leaving the whole arena in darkness.

 

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!BOOBOOBOOMMMBOOOMBOOMMMM!!!!!!!!

 

The pyro goes off but the arena stays in darkness, except fro one red spotlight at the top of the stage, with a silhouette of a man doing the crucifix pose. The lights go up to reveal Axel, 24/7 Belt around his waist, as the man, and more pyro goes off around the arena. Axel walks down the ramp, and doesn’t take his eyes off Crystal.

 

BUFFER

And Crystal’s opponent, he is from Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, and he weighs tonight at two hundred and forty pounds. He is famous throughout the world fro his technical skills, but has recently been regarded in the top ten most dangerous and psychotic men in our sport. He is the reigning, and defending, OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven Champion of the WOOOOOOOORLLLDDDDDDDD… THIS IS. AXXXXXXXXXXXELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

 

Axel gets up onto the apron and steps into the ring, all the time wary of Crystal’s movements. He removes his jacket and throws it over to the outside, and then unhooks his Championship Belt, and hands it to the referee. The referee walks over and shows it to Crystal, who nods her head. The ref then raises the title up in the air, as the bell sounds.

 

COLE

We are underway!

 

Axel and Crystal both walk to the centre of the ring, face to face. Axel tells Crystal ‘I always get what I want. And I want you.’ Crystal’s expression changes from a scowl to a look of pure distain. She winds up, and plants Axel with a hard slap to the side of the face!

 

COACH

Yeah! What a shot!

 

Axel staggers back, and then runs at Crystal. Axel tries a clothesline, Crystal ducks under, Axel puts on the brakes, turns around, and Crystal floors him with a high dropkick to the face!

 

COLE

Crystal starting off quicker than the proverbial hiccup, which is the way she has to be in this match.

 

Axel tries to get back up, getting to one leg, but Crystal sends him back down with another vicious dropkick. Crystal then mounts Axel, and starts laying in heavy right hands! Crystal gets up and starts stomping a mudhole in Axel, before grabbing him by the throat and choking the life out of him!

 

CABOOSE

She’s gone insane!

 

Crystal gets off Axel and starts talking trash to him, before landing a hard boot to the head. Crystal runs to the ropes again, and drops her leg right across the throat of Axel! Crystal gets to her feet again and begins taunting the Dark One!

 

 

COACH

That’s my girl! Go Crystal!

 

 

The Female Phenom then rolls outside the ring and tells the Timekeeper to ‘Move out of my fucking way!’ The timekeeper obliges, and Crystal straight away grabs his chair, folds it up, and slides it into the ring!

 

COLE

Crystal going for the weapons early!

 

COACH

She is showing no fear!

 

Crystal slides into the ring and grabs the chair, while waiting for Axel to get up. Axel gets up and turns around, Crystal swings the chair, but Axel ducks under! The momentum of the swing causes Crystal to drop the chair, and she turns around to face Axel…

 

 

… And she gets clotheslined inside out, causing her to do a flip in mid air!

 

COLE

What impact!

 

Axel grabs Crystal quickly and brings her to her feet. Axel connects with a hard knee to the abdomen, before hooking Crystal up, and taking her down with a Brainbuster! Axel comes off the ropes, and lands a hard elbow drop to Crystal’s chest!

 

CABOOSE

Ha-ha! Axel is in control now!

 

Axel stands up and looks at the crowd, before proclaiming “I’m going to beat her into love with me!” He goes over to the corner and grabs the top turnbuckle pad, undoing the chord, and ripping the pad off, uncovering the steel bolt. He then goes over to the fallen Crystal, and picks her up by the head. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, so she is helpless. He puts a finger in her face, and screams ‘YOU WILL LOVE ME CRYSTAL! YOU WILL BE WITH ME!’

 

COLE

He’s insane!

 

CABOOSE

He’s love sick is what he is.

 

Axel winds up his fist and pulls it back, ready to punch Crystal in the face. But he hesitates, as if not wanting to hit Crystal at all, as if to realise that what he is doing is wrong. He slightly loosens his grip on her, and she lands a kick to the midsection, followed by a barrage of right hands!

 

CABOOSE

See? He’s love sick!

 

COLE

Axel hesitated, I don’t think he wanted to hit Crystal!

 

Crystal goes for the Irish whip, but Axel reverses, Crystal puts on the brakes before she hits the ropes, Crystal jumps onto Axel’s shoulders for a hurricanrana, but Axel holds onto her legs, and drives her down to the mat for a sit down powerbomb!

 

ONE…

 

 

TWOOO…

 

 

 

NO! Crystal kicks out!

 

Axel gets up and grabs Crystal again. Axel puts her over his shoulder, and drops her down for a modified powerslam, before going to the outside again!

 

CABOOSE

Axel looking for more toys!

 

Axel looks under the ring, and pulls out a table! He slides it into the ring, and grabs Crystal once again. Axel pulls Crystal against the ropes and sends her for an Irish Whip, Crystal comes off, Axel tries a clothesline, but Crystal ducks low and takes Axel down with a Spear!

 

COLE

Spear! Spear by Crystal!

 

Crystal begins beating the holy hell out of Axel once again with hard rights and stinging lefts. She grabs his head and start bashing it against the mat, before getting up, and quickly delivering a standing Moonsault! Hook of the leg!

 

ONE…

 

 

TWOOOO…

 

 

 

NOOO!! Axel kicks out at two!

 

 

Crystal grabs Axel up and backs him into the corner. Crystal winds up and hits a hard knife edge chop on Crystal, before sending him over to the other corner for an Irish whip. Crystal runs at Axel, but Axel catches her with a Big Boot, almost knocking her head off!

 

COLE

My god what impact!

 

CABOOSE

That was stiff!

 

Axel comes off the ropes, and hits a massive knee drop! Cover!

 

ONE…

 

 

TWOOOOO…

 

 

NO! Kickout!

 

Axel grabs Crystal by the hair yet again, picking her up against the ropes, and signalling for the end!

 

COLE

Axel going for the win!

 

Axel sends Crystal flying with an Irish whip, Crystal comes off the ropes, Axel catches her and plants her hard with a SPINEBUSTER!

 

COLE

Spine-shattering move by Axel! We know what comes next!

 

CABOOSE

If he locks this in, it’s over!

 

Axel grabs Crystals left leg, and tries to turn her, but Crystal turns the other way, trying to block the submission move! Axel tries to turn her over again, and Crystal blocks a second time! Axel leans over to Crystal, and grabs her by the hair, while still holding onto the left leg! Crystal sweeps her right leg behind Axel’s legs, and causes him to lose balance, falling into an inside cradle!

 

COLE

Inside Cradle! Inside Cradle!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO…

 

 

 

NOOOO! Axel kicks out!

 

Crystal and Axel both get up quickly. Axel runs at Crystal and tries for a clothesline, but Crystal ducks under, and takes The Dark One down with a School Boy Rollup! Crystal stands up and grabs both legs, and tries to turn Axel over for the Crystalling!

 

COACH

She’s going for the Crystalling!

 

Crystal tries to turn Axel over for the Crystalling, but Axel’s legs are too strong! Crystal tries to turn Axel the other way, but Axel blocks it again! Crystal turns around with her back to the corner and grips Axels legs a little higher, before falling backwards, sending Axel over and sling-shotting him into the corner, with his head bouncing off the exposed turnbuckle bolt!

 

COLE

Axel’s head collided with that steel bolt!

 

Axel staggers around as Crystal gets to her feet. Crystal runs to the ropes, comes off, and floors Axel with a big Spinning Heel Kick!

 

COLE

Crystal takes Axel down again! He might be out cold!

 

Crystal pulls Axel’s body over to the corner, before climbing to the second turnbuckle, and signalling to the crowd.

 

COACH

She’s going for her finishing move!

 

Crystal jumps, and hits the Diamond in the Rough to a HUGE pop from the crowd!

 

COLE

Diamond in the Rough! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is over!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

 

COACH

I can’t believe Axel kicked out!!!!

 

 

CABOOSE

Has anyone done that before?

 

COLE

Crystal has used her finishing move, and Axel kicked out! What more can she do?

 

Crystal, shocked, gets up and walks over to the referee, asking him if he is sure Axel kicked out before the three. The referee nods, and Crystal curses, before looking at Axel again, amazed. She walks over to the Dark One, and gives him a single boot to the head, before going up to the first turnbuckle!

 

COACH

She’s going to try the Diamond in the Rough again!

 

Crystal slowly climbs up to the second turnbuckle, but Axel starts to stir!

 

COACH

Crystal, watch out! Axel is getting up!

 

Axel starts to get up quicker now, as Crystal prepares for a second Double Jump Moonsault. Axel gets to his feet, his face a crimson mask, and goes over to Crystal, who has her back to him!

 

CABOOSE

Uh-oh Coach, your girl is gone now.

 

Axel grabs Crystal by the hair, and lifts her onto his shoulders, off the turnbuckles, ready for an Axel Slam!

 

COLE

Axel’s got her up for an Axel Slam! If he hits this, this match is over!

 

Axel turns around for the whole crowd to see, and then he rotates Crystal over, dropping her neck first for an Axel Slam!!! The impact causes Crystal to fly halfway across the ring, almost sliding to the outside!

 

COACH

Oh my god! Crystal, get up!

 

Axel covers Crystal, grabbing her arm and holding down on the mat, but not hooking the legs!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

 

THHHHHHREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

 

CABOOSE

What? She didn’t kick out!

 

COLE

Why did the referee stop counting?

 

Axel looks up at the referee as if to say ‘What the fuck?’ The referee points Axel to the fact that Crystals legs are OUTSIDE the ring, making the pinfall illegitimate!

 

CABOOSE

That’s Bullshit!

 

COLE

That was a very brave call by the referee!

 

CAOCH

Yes! Crystal hasn’t lost!

 

Axel gets to his feet and starts to bully the referee, holding up three fingers, and then making a belt motion around his waist.

 

COLE

The referee’s decision is final, Axel has better realise that and get back to the task at hand, retaining his Twenty-Four Seven Title.

 

Axel looks back at a lifeless Crystal, walks over to her, and grabs her by the hair, pulling her into the centre of the ring. Axel hooks both legs…

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!

 

COLE

SHE KICKED OUT!

 

CABOOSE

I can’t believe that!

 

COLE

Ladies and Gentlemen, I can honestly assume that Crystal is the very first person to EVER kick out of an Axel Slam!

 

Axel looks down at Crystal, a look of pure shock on his face. He stands up and wipes the blood from his face, before looking back at Crystal. His expression of shock turns to one of anger, and then hatred. He walks over to Crystal, and lifts her dead-weight body up to its feet.

 

COLE

Oh man, Crystal is lifeless. Just give up Crystal, just live to fight another day!

 

Axel grabs Crystal and puts her on his shoulders, in a Samoan Drop position this time.

 

CABOOSE

What’s he going to go for now?

 

Axel gets Crystal onto his shoulders, and drops her headfirst for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

 

COLE

Oh a devastating Death Valley Driver, Crystal’s head bounced off the canvas!

 

COACH

NO!

 

Axel smiles at the fallen body of The Female Phenom, before going for a cover!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

 

COACH

Kick Out! Kick Out!

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Crystal BEARLY kicks out of the pinfall attempt!

 

COLE

Crystal is proving more resilient than we have ever seen her!

 

Axel is again, shocked! He decides this time to take a chance, and goes up to the top turnbuckle!

 

COLE

Axel is going to take a risk here!

 

Axel flies off the ropes for a Frog Splash…

 

 

… But Crystal moves out of the way, and Axel gets nothing but canvas! Both superstars are down!

 

CABOOSE

Say what you will about both of these superstars, but this has been a war.

 

COLE

I agree Caboose, these two have put everything on the line tonight, at AngleMania Three!

 

Crystal and Axel both start to struggle to their feet. The both use the ropes to get up, and both get up at around the same time. Crystal turns around and walks towards Axel, and Axel catches her with a boot to the midsection, and sends her for an Irish Whip…

 

COLE

Crystal going for a ride here.

 

Crystal comes off the ropes, and goes for a clothesline on Axel, but Axel ducks under it. Axel lifts Crystal onto his shoulders for an Axel Slam! Axel turns around, smiles a wicked smile to the crowd, and gets ready to drop Crystal!

 

COLE

Axel going for a second Axel Slam!

 

COACH

No! Don’t do it!

 

Axel rotates Crystal over…

 

 

… But she lands on her feet behind him!!!! Waist lock by Crystal, GERMAN SUPLEX! THE BRIDGE!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO…

 

 

COLE

She’s got him!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!! Axel JUST KICKS OUT!

 

 

COACH

Oh how close was that?

 

Both Superstars are down, but because there are no count outs, the referee has to wait for one to get up!

 

COACH

Get up Crystal!

 

CABOOSE

I think your girl is pretty fucked at this point Coach. She’s not getting up in a hurry.

 

COACH

She’s getting up faster than your boy Axel, numbnuts.

 

Crystal is to her feet first, as she eyes Axel, and then the steel chair. The Female Phenom walks over to the chair and grabs it, before turning around to wait for Axel to find his feet.

 

COLE

Yeah, that’s right Crystal, take his damn head off!

 

Axel finally gets to his feet, with help from the ropes, Crystal braces herself, and Axel turns around…

 

 

… And Crystal SMASHES him in the face with the chair! But Axel only goes down to one knee!

 

COACH

What is he, superhuman?

 

CABOOSE

Axel’s love, his obsession is driving him to beat Crystal! He won’t go down without a fight!

 

COLE

Oh, come on! If anyone is being driven by their feelings, Crystal is being driven by her hatred of The Dark One.

 

Axel shakes the effects of the chairshot off, before turning around again to face a running Crystal with chair in hand…

 

 

… But Axel punches the chair, which goes back onto Crystal’s face, sending her down to the mat!

 

 

COLE

Crystal could be hurt here! I can’t believe this!

 

Axel staggers back to the ropes, looking at the fallen Crystal. He walks over to her fallen body and grabs her by the hair, before screaming ‘YOU ARE MINE! YOU WILL LOVE ME!’ and throwing her head back to the mat.

 

COLE

This is a sick display by Axel. I really do not know what to expect next. Both superstars have given everything, and neither has been able to get a victory.

 

Axel looks at the top rope, at Crystal, and then at the table that he brought into the ring earlier. He then gets a smile on his face, before picking the table up and setting it up near the corner. Once he has the table set up, Axel Walks over to Crystal, picks her lifeless body up, and sits her on the top rope.

 

 

CABOOSE

Ooooh, this should be good, real good.

 

COACH

You don’t think…

 

 

CABOOSE

Yep, your girly there is going down, Coach.

 

 

COACH

No… no, he-he can’t… SOMEBODY HELP CRYSTAL!

 

 

COLE

Why don’t you go and help her tough guy? If you are so concerned, why don’t you help her? I can’t do anything and neither can you, so just call the damn match!

 

Axel climbs up to the top rope and grabs Crystal in a front face lock, before taunting the crowd. He hesitates, and tries to get Crystal to the top rope for a superplex, but Crystal regains consciousness and holds on to the top rope, blocking the attempt!

 

COACH

YEAH! GO CRYSTAL!

 

Axel tries once again, and again Crystal blocks! Axel tries a third time, but Crystal balls up her fist and GOES LOW with a punch to the balls!

 

COLE

OH MY! CRYSTAL GOING WAY DOWN SOUTH!

 

Axel is momentarily incapacitated with the pain of the low blow, and Crystal takes advantage by hooking his thighs with her arms! She stands up on the top rope, and takes him with her, before jumping off, and crashing through the table with a SIT DOWN POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP!

 

COLE

AXEL LANDED ON HIS BACK AND NECK! WHAT A DESPIRATION MOVE BY CRYSTAL!

 

Crystal has the Cover! The crowd chant along with the count!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

COACH

COME ON!

 

CABOOSE

KICK OUT!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

SSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd EXPLODE as “I’m just a Girl” plays over the loud speakers, and Crystal collapses from exhaustion on the canvas as the referee holds her arm up in one hand, and the 24/7 Belt in the other hand.

 

BUFFER

Here is your winner, and… NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven CHAMPION, CRYYYYYYYYYYYYSSTTTTTTTTTTAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

 

 

COLE

Crystal for all ages has done it! She has slain the monster at AngleMania! It took every single damn thing she had, but she did it!

 

COACH (crying)

She did it! My girl did it! I’m so proud of her!

 

CABOOSE

You are so gay.

 

COLE

Never mind them; the bottom line is that Crystal is the new Twenty-Four Seven Champion, of the Whole Damn World! She’s done it!

[Stephen Joseph 0]

::The scene opens backstage, where Josh Matthews is standing alongside Panther::

 

J.MATH

What's crackilackin'?! This is Josh Matthews back here with Panther, and Panther, here tonight, you go one on one with Gunner Sharps. Now if you win that match, you earn a chance to challenge the 24/7 Champion...whomever he OR she may be after tonight, and you get a chance to regain that belt. Panther, are you ready?

 

PANTHER

Well...

 

CHRIS BRYTE (off camera)

IS HE READY?!?! IS HE READY?!?!

 

::Panther groans and rolls his eyes as Bryte enters the picture wearing a red and black striped ref's shirt. He places his arm around Panther and pulls the mic close::

 

BRYTE

Josh Matthews, what kinda fool are you, man?! Don't you know who you're talking to?! This man...he's the Champion of Champions! The Heavy Hitter! The Personification of Greatness! HE'S ALWAYS READY, BABY!!!! OOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!

 

::Panther buries his face in his right hand and shakes his head::

 

BRYTE

That's right Josh, he's ready, and I'm sure that right here tonight, he WILL defeat Gunner Sharps...FAIR AND SQUARE, might I add...(turns to Panther and winks), and he will get back that 24/7 Title belt! He will get back his property, man...and I'm happy to be the man who gets the chance to count the 1...2...3! PANTHER'S GOING ALL THE WAY, BABY! YEAH!! WHOOOO!

 

::Panther shoves Bryte off of him and shoots him a scornful glare:

 

PANTHER

What the hell is wrong with you?!

 

BRYTE

What?

 

PANTHER

What is all this?! Do I have to remind you of what I told your ass Thursday night.

 

BRYTE

Oh yeah! I remember, guy! Fair and square, right? (winks at Panther) I'll call the match right down the mid--

 

::Suddenly, Panther grabs him by his throat, swings him around and slams him up against the wall. Bryte's eyes open wide with fear::

 

PANTHER (through clinched teeth)

Lemme tell you something you stupid son of a bitch, I am not playing games with you, Bryte!!! I am dead serious! This match is between me and Gunner, and it'll stay between me and Gunner! You will do nothing...I repeat, NOTHING but count the 1-2-3! THAT'S IT!!! And if you cost me with match, Bryte, I swear to God you're a dead man!!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!? (Bryte nods "yes") Good!

 

::Panther throws Bryte to the ground and storms out of the picture. Bryte is holding his throat and gasping for air as cameras cut out to ringside, where Michael Buffer is standing in the center of the ring::

 

BUFFER:

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...the follow contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!!

 

 

::Suddenly, the arena lights drop, as "Debonaire" by Dope hits the PA system. Orange spotlights roam the arena and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as the 7 foot Gunner Sharps steps out from the locker room with a scowl on his face. Standing at the top of the stage, Sharps scours the arena briefly before pounding on his chest, raising both fists into the air then starting down the ramp towards ringside::

 

BUFFER

Introducing first, returning to his hometown of DEEEETROIT, MIIIIICHIGAN...(crowd pops in the background) weighing in tonight at 375 pounds...he is a representative of the Bleeding Souls...ladies and gentlemen...GUNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR...SHARPS!

 

::The crowd pops once again as Gunner continues his march down to the ring. Once at ringside, he begins walking around the ring with a sinister smile on his face::

 

COLE

Gunner Sharps, Axel's right hand man, getting set to do battle with the former 24/7 Champion, Panther.

 

COACH

What's he doing?

 

COLE

I dunno...Gunner's headed over here by us...what the...?

 

::Now at the far side of the ring, Sharps lifts up the ring apron and reaches underneath the ring for something. The crowd clamors, in anticipation, then lets loose a HUGE pop when Gunner pulls out...

 

COACH

IT'S WOOD!

 

COLE

WHAT THE HELL?! Gunner Sharps...he just pulled a table out from underneath the ring! What the hell is the meaning of this?! This isn't a No DQ match!

 

CABOOSE

Ya know...why don't the two of you just sit back and watch! I've got a feeling that this is gonna be good!

 

::Sharps pulls out the table legs and sets it up on the arena floor. After testing it to make sure that it's nice and sturdy, Sharps reaches up, grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the ring apron. He then steps over the top rope, walks out to the center of the ring and glares at the locker room, motioning both hands in a "BRING IT" fashion. His music dies down, the lights return to normal and a small pop comes up from the crowd:

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment, I would like to introduce the special guest referee for this encounter. Making his OAOAST Pay-Per-View debut...ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...CHRIS...BRRRRRRYYYYTE!!!!!!

 

::The crowd again gives him a mild pop as he waves and continues his path to the ring::

 

CABOOSE

What a waste of space! What the hell was Northstar thinking? Allowing this moron to referee a match! We'd have been better off with Coach!

 

COACH

I agree! I'd make a good ref!

 

COLE

Chris Bryte, making his PPV debut, so to speak, and one has to wonder whether or not he'll take Panther's warning to heart. Will Chris Bryte call this match down the middle?

 

CABOOSE

Of course not, Cole! See, you listen to Panther! He tells everybody how he doesn't need help! He wants to win the match fair and square! Those are LIES! Do you know why Bryte's in this match, Cole?! Because Panther put him up to it!

 

COLE

Oh please!

 

CABOOSE

It's true! Panther's got this little idiot under his thumb! He knows he can't beat Gunner on his own, so he gets his little crony out here to cost Gunner the match. Then he goes and puts on this goody-two-shoes act for these idiotic fans out here! Panther's such a lowlife, it's unbelievable!

 

COLE

Stop it!

 

::Now at ringside, Bryte climbs up the ring stairs, steps through the ropes and enters the ring. He then turns to the crowd and waves again, drawing more cheers and applause. Bryte's so busy playing to the crowd, that he doesn't notice Sharps setting himself behind him.::

 

COACH

Um...Chris!

 

COLE

Look out, Chris! LOOK OUT...

 

::Still smiling, Bryte turns around and...

 

 

**WHAM**

 

 

...gets folded up by Gunner Sharps' MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

COLE

SHARP END!!!! GUNNER JUST GAVE BRYTE THE SHARP END!!! WHY, DAMN IT! WHY?!

 

Bryte rolls around on the mat clutching his ribs, as Gunner hovers over him with a smile on his face. He then reaches down, grabs Bryte by the hair and pulls him back to a standing position, and with the crowd giving him a surprisingly positive reaction, Gunner shoves Bryte into a standing headscissors.

 

COACH

Uh oh!

 

Gunner wraps his arms around Bryte's waist and brings him up into Awesome Bomb position. Bryte tries to fight out of Gunner's grip, but he's unsuccessful, and Gunner charges forward with the rookie over his shoulder and launches Bryte over the top rope and through the table set with ALL GUNS BLAZING!!!!!!!! The crowd ERUPTS as Bryte lies motionless in the table's remains!

 

COLE

All Guns Blazing! This piece of garbage...he just gave Chris Bryte All Guns Blazing over the top rope and through the table!!!

 

CABOOSE

And listen to the crowd, Cole! Listen to them, Coach! They're loving this!

 

Indeed. Chants of "Gunner, Gunner" are starting up for the Detroit native, and as officials rush to ringside to attend to would-be ref, Gunner faces the main camera and mouths the words "One down, one to go!" No sooner than those words escape his lips, the arena lights drop, and...

 

 

**BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!**

 

Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The spotlights roam the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where Panther appears through a thick cloud of smoke with a slight smirk on his face. He pauses for a moment, waiting for the cue in his music, and as the horns begin to blare in the background, Panther raises his arms high above his head, holding the pose as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then snaps them down by his sides. The spotlights disperse about the arena, and Panther starts down the ramp to ringside. In the ring, Gunner's waving him on.

 

COLE

Panther on his way out to the ring...Chris Bryte is hurt out here! I can't believe Gunner did that! What a lunatic! What a...

 

CABOOSE

You want him to do that to you? I'm not above telling him what you're saying out here!

 

The arena lights return as Panther nears the bottom of the ramp, then suddenly slides into the ring, where Gunner awaits him. Gunner wastes no time in charging Panther with an attempted clothesline, but Panther ducks, and Gunner goes into the ropes. Gunner rebounds, but when he comes off, he runs right smack into a STIFF looking superkick from Panther, that staggers him. Panther then charges him and leaps at him with a flying forearm smash! A second one sends Gunner staggering back into the ropes, and the crowd is getting HOT! Panther then runs to the ropes opposite Gunner, bounces off and comes at the big man once again...

 

 

...ONLY TO RUN INTO THE HUGE RIGHT HAND OF GUNNER, who catches Panther in a goozle! The crowd clamors as Gunner forces Panther out to the center of the ring, probably preparing for a chokeslam. Then, Panther fires off a despiration low blow, causing Gunner to break his grip and stagger back into a nearby turnbuckle. Panther looks to the crowd for approval, then turns back to Sharps with a sinister look on his face.

 

COLE, COACH & CABOOSE

Oh no!

 

Oh yes! Panther charges at Gunner in the buckle, catching him with a fierce kick right to the groin...and another! And another! AND ANOTHER!

 

COLE

RAPID-FIRE LOW BLOWS!!!!! RAPID-FIRE LOW BLOWS BY PANTHER!!!

 

Panther hits Gunner with 9 quick kicks and an uppercut to the groin, leaving the big man writhing in pain. Panther backs out to the center of the ring and motions for Gunner, and as the big man staggers out of the buckle, Panther doubles him over with a boot to the midsection, locks on a 3/4 Headlock...

 

COLE

PANTHER CUT--

 

NO!!!!!! Gunner shoves Panther into the ropes, but Panther comes right back at Gunner with a running front dropkick, sending the big man tumbling through the ropes and out to the arena floor. Panther springs back to his feet and motions for the crowd to "get up", drawing a HUGE ovation from the crowd!

 

COACH

Hot DAYUM this crowd is loud!!!

 

COLE

These fans are on their feet for this one! Panther...getting the better of Gunner so far in the opening stages...

 

CABOOSE

Well, it's not the opening stages yet, Cole! The ref got taken out before the match! We haven't even had a bell!

 

COLE

Well...that's right. Chris Bryte the appointed ref for this match! He has not moved since taking that powerbomb through the table, and right now we've got EMTs out here for him. He is hurt!

 

Indeed. As Gunner Sharps recovers from the Rapid-Fire low blows on the outside, a group of EMTs rush out from the locker room with a stretcher and head over to the fallen rookie. Tina rushes out from the back as well, and as Panther looks on from the ring, the unconscious Bryte is pulled out of the table's rubble and loaded onto the stretcher.

 

CABOOSE

Wait a minute...are they carrying him outta here?

 

COLE

That...that appears to be the case. Bryte...we've got Tina out here. She's distraught, and Bryte's being loaded onto the stretcher. He's being taken away!

 

CABOOSE

HAHAHA!!! I LOVE IT!

 

COLE

You heartless bastard! How can you laugh at that?! How can you laugh at Chris Bryte's pain?! This was supposed to be a big night for him! His PPV debut! And you laugh! YOU MAKE ME SICK!

 

Bryte's now loaded onto the stretcher, and the EMTs and officials begin wheeling him around the ring, drawing boos from the crowd.

 

COLE

Well...there he goes!

 

COACH

What happens to the match now that Bryte can't ref?

 

COLE

I...I really don't know. The story here is that we've got a man hurt...this...this poor rookie, and...OH NO! C'mon, NO!

 

When they reach the base of the ramp, they're cut off by Gunner Sharps (to a good-sized crowd pop). One by one, Gunner flings the EMTs to the ground, then grabs a hold of Bryte's stretcher. Tina rushes the big man from behind, leaping onto his back and locking on a rear-naked choke. Gunner struggles to get her off of him, taking a couple of swipes with his right arm, before finally catching her by the hair and flipping her over his head, causing her to smack hard off of the ringside mats. Sharps then grabs Tina by the throat and yanks her back to a standing position. Tina pounds away at Gunner's huge wrist, trying to loosen the big man's grip, but before she can, Panther comes through the ropes and catches him with a baseball slide to the back of the head, sending him down to one knee. Tina quickly frees herself from Gunner's grasp and rushes to Bryte's side as Panther, in the ring, makes a cat-like leap to top rope, bringing the crowd to its feet. He waits for Gunner to clear the cobwebs on the outside, and once the big reaches his feet, Panther leaps from the top and takes the big man right back down with a tremendous corkscrew plancha!!!!!!!!!! Panther mounts Gunner and begins raining down piston-like right hands onto the forehead of his foe. He then grabs Gunner by the hair, and begins repeatedly banging the back of his head against the floor, drawing a somewhat split reaction from the crowd!

 

COLE

Panther is all over Gunner Sharps on the arena floor!!!

 

Panther then pulls Gunner back to a standing position, catching him with a swift knee lift to the side of a the head. A second one staggers Gunner. Panther then eyes the guardrail, and after catching Gunner with a right hand to the bridge of the nose, he grabs Gunner's left arm and goes for an Irish whip...

 

 

 

NO!!!! Gunner's too heavy! He tries it a second time, BUT THE BIG MAN STILL DOESN'T BUDGE! Instead, he pulls Panther into a short-arm clothesline, flooring the former 24/7 Champ with ease. Panther quickly scrambles back to his feet...and into the waiting arms of Gunner, who scoops Panther up, and presses him high above his head!

 

COLE

Oh...look at the strength of Gunner Sharps!

 

Gunner walks the arena floor with Panther, pressing him once...twice...a three times before turning towards the ring and launching Panther over the top rope. Gunner beats on his chest (drawing a small pop from the crowd), then heads into the ring himself. Quickly, a referee rushes out from the locker room and slides into the ring. He runs to the far ropes and signals for the bell.

 

**DING DING DING**

 

COLE

Finally! This thing is now underway! Watch Gunner...

 

As Panther tries to get back to his feet, Gunner catches him with a clubbing forearm that sends him to his knees. Panther tries to rise again, but a second forearm sends him right back down. Sharps follows that up with a boot to Panther's gut, which causes him to roll over and onto his back, which allows Gunner to drop to his knees and press the point of his elbow into Panther's throat!

 

REFEREE

C'mon Gunner! BREAK IT! 1...2...3...4!

 

Gunner breaks on four...shoots the ref an evil glare, then presses his elbow into Panther's throat again!

 

REFEREE

BREAK IT, MAN! C'MON! 1...2...3...4...I SAID BREAK...

 

**THUD**

 

With his left hand, Gunner shoves the referee hard to the mat, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. He then brings Panther back to his feet, and fires off a headbutt that sends Panther staggering back into the ropes. Panther comes right back at Gunner with two hard right hands, but a swift knee to Panther's gut halts his attempted flurry. Gunner then sends Panther in with an Irish whip. He tries to catch him coming off with a clothesline, BUT PANTHER DUCKS and runs to the other side. Gunner turns to intercept him, but as Panther rebounds, he slides through Gunner's legs, catching his hands on the way through.

 

COACH

We've seen this from Panther before!

 

Indeed. Now behind Gunner, Panther stands and tugs on Gunner's arms, attempting to flip him over...

 

 

GUNNER'S WAAAAAAAY TOO BIG FOR THAT TO WORK! Panther tugs on the arms again, but again, Gunner's just too big, and ends up pulling Panther forward, back through his legs, and locking him up in a cross-armed choke. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Gunner wrenches back on the hold.

 

CABOOSE

This could be it right here!

 

COLE

A miscalculation by Panther there and you may be right, Caboose!

 

CABOOSE

May be?! I'm always right. See, Panther thought he could weasel his way back into the title picture, using that putz Chris Bryte to help him cheat! It didn't work! Gunner took Bryte out earlier, and I he may be just moments away from taking Panther out right here. He could quit any second here!

 

Gunner continues to wrench back on the hold, and the referee is right there, asking Panther if he can continue. Suddenly, the crowd begins to come alive.

 

"LET'S GO PAN-THER!!"

 

"LET'S GO GUN-NER!!!!!!!"

 

"LET'S GO PAAAAN-THEERRRR!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOO GUUUN-NEEEEEER!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOOOOO PAAAAN-THERRRR!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOO GUUUUN-NEEEER!!!"

 

COACH

The crowd is split!

 

COLE

Yes! Panther...part of this crowd is trying to rally behind Panther, but we've got a lot of Gunner fans here as well. Remember, Gunner Sharps is from the Detroit area! He actually broke into the business right here in this city with the Bleeding Souls! He's got quite the following as well!

 

By now, Panther has managed to get to one knee. He then begins to turn into the hold, desperately trying to free his right arm...

 

 

...AND HE DOES!!! Panther pulls the arm away and fires off a reverse elbow into the gut of Gunner! A second causes Sharps to release the hold, but he comes right back with a clubbing forearm that sends Panther face-down to the canvas. He follows up with a boot to the back of Panther's head, then grabs the Champ of Champs by the back of his jersey and yanks him back to his feet. He spins Panther around, then tears into him with a HUGE open hand strike to the chest. A second sends Panther reeling back into the corner, and Gunner quickly moves in on him, pummelling his midsection with a series of knee lifts, each one causing Panther to scream out in pain. Gunner then grabs Panther's left arm and whips him across the ring, sending Panther hitting HARD off the turnbuckles. Panther clutches his back and staggers out towards the center of the ring, where Gunner grabs him in a front waistlock and slaps on a bearhug. Panther fights the hold furiously, repeatedly jamming the point of his elbow into the shoulder and side of the neck of Gunner. This momentarily causes him to break his grip, but before Panther can capitalize, Gunner grabs him and reapplies the hold. Panther again begins firing off elbow's to Gunner's shoulder, breaking the grip. Panther straggers back into the ropes then charges at Gunner, only to be caught in another front waistlock, then driven to the mat with a side belly-to-belly suplex! Gunner then springs back to his feet and rotates his arm, trying to shake the effects of Panther's elbows from a moment earlier. Then, Gunner climbs out to the ring apron, walks to the corner ajacent to Panther's body and begins climbing to the top rope.

 

CABOOSE

Wait a minute, now!

 

COLE

Gunner Sharps...he's 7'1", 375 pounds! And it looks like he may be getting ready to fly here!

 

CABOOSE

This is a mistake! This is definitely a mistake.

 

Panther's body lays prone on the canvas as Sharps reaches the top. With a good portion of the crowd cheering him on, Gunner stands upright, and after taking a moment to beat on his chest, Gunner dives from the top with a big splash attempt, but...

 

COLE

OH!!!!!!! NOBODY HOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!

 

 

...Panther rolls out of the way at the last second, much to the delight of many fans, but to the dismay of others. With Gunner down on the mat, Panther begins to crawl to the ropes. The crowd chants begin to start up again.

 

"LET'S GO PAN-THER!!"

 

"LET'S GO GUN-NER!!!!!!!"

 

"LET'S GO PAAAAN-THEERRRR!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOO GUUUN-NEEEEEER!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOOOOO PAAAAN-THERRRR!!!"

 

"LET'S GOOOO GUUUUN-NEEEER!!!"

 

Panther reaches the ropes and begins to pull himself back to his feet, but by now, Gunner has reached his feet as well. He turns and spies the recovering Panther, and after taking a deep breath, he locks his fingers, raises his arms and approaches Panther with an attemted double axehandle, but before he can strike, Panther stops him in his tracks with a boot to the midsection. A second one sends Gunner back a step, but he comes right back at Panther with a right hand. Panther responds with one of his own! Gunner again! Panther! Gunner! Panther! Gunner!

 

COLE

We've got a slugfest, fans!

 

Yes indeed, and naturally, the larger Sharps gets the better of the exchange, sending Panther back into the ropes. He sends Panther in with an Irish whip, but as Panther comes off, he fires off a basement dropkick right to Gunner's right kneecap. Panther springs right back to his feet and fires off another dropkick to the back of the knee, this one causing it to buckle slightly. Another dropkick sends the big man down to a knee, and with the crowd begining to clap and stomp in unison, Panther runs to the ropes opposite Gunner, springs off and catches him on the jaw with a running front dropkick, putting the big man flat on his back! He makes the cover...

 

1...

 

 

2...

 

 

NO!!!!!!!

 

Gunner's able to kick out with authority after a count of TWOOO~! Panther gets right back on him, dragging him back to a kneeling position, then driving three elbows right into the big man's shoulder. He then grabs Gunner's arm and winds up on an arm wringer, causing the big man to grimace in pain, but Gunner quickly gets back to his feet and reverses the hold, using it to whip Panther into another corner. After again shaking his arm loose, Gunner turns and charges at Panther with an attempted SHARP END...BUT...

 

COACH

HE MISSES!!!!!!!!!

 

...Panther tips up and over Gunner, causing him to run shoulder first into the ringpost. Gunner pulls back from the post, favoring the arm, and Panther goes right after the injury, firing off two hard right hands to the shoulder before winding up on another arm-wringer. He yanks down on the arm a couple of times, both causing Gunner to scream in pain. Then, still with the hold applied, he darts across the ring and leaps over the top rope, snapping Gunner's shoulder off the rope, causing him to fall to the canvas in pain. As Gunner lies on the mat, clutching the injured shoulder, Panther pulls himself back onto the apron, and after taking a brief moment to scour the crowd, he pulls back on the top rope and propels himself into the ring and onto Gunner's injured shoulder with a hilo. Gunner screams in pain and rolls out to the center of the ring, where Panther quickly makes the cover.

 

1...

 

 

2...

 

 

NO!!!!! Kickout WITH AUTHORITY~! by Sharps! Panther's right back on him though, and covers him once again!

 

 

1...

 

 

 

2...

 

 

NO!!!!!! Sharps is able to kick out at TWOOOO~! Unrelenting, Panther covers him a third time, pressing down hard on Gunner's shoulders!

 

 

1...

 

 

 

2...

 

 

NO!!!!! Gunner forces his shoulder off the mat after a two-count. Panther quickly goes for Gunner's right arm, grabbing it and locking on a cross armbreaker, causing him to scream in pain yet again. Mixed (mostly positive) reaction from the crowd as Panther cinches up on the hold.

 

COLE

Panther is relentlessly going after the arm of Gunner Sharps!

 

CABOOSE

And as much as I hate to say it, that's a smart move by Panther! A lot of his offense requires upper body strength. We know he likes to use that spear! If Panther can incapacitate the arm, he can offset his power and take away a good portion of Gunner's offense. Very smart move.

 

Gunner is turning into the whole in an effort to relieve pressure on the arm. Dueling "Panther" and "Gunner" chants start up yet again as Gunner pushes himself up to a knee, and then back to a standing position. Gunner then tries to roll Panther onto his shoulders, with Panther trying to maintain the hold and at the same time keep his shoulders from touching the mat. Sharps steps into the hold, rolling Panther onto the back of his neck. Then, with every bit of strength he can muster, Sharps lifts Panther (still with the hold applied) off the mat and onto his shoulder and falling back with a modified suplex, banging the back of Panther's head off the mat.

 

COLE

What a display of strength by Gunner Sharps.

 

Panther rolls around on the mat holding the back of his head, while Gunner continues to clutch at the injured right arm. Both men then try to return to a standing position, but Sharps makes it up first, and catches Panther with a left hand that staggers him. A second. Irish whip by Sharps sends Panther into the ropes, Panther ducks a clothesline coming off and runs to the opposite side. This time, when Panther comes off, Gunner catches him and lifts him up for an attempted sidewalk slam. Panther tries to counter, and as Gunner struggles to hold him, he turns around, causing Panther's legs to swing around and KO the referee. At almost that exact moment, Panther (from side slam position) manages to drive Gunner down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar!

 

COLE

What a counter by Panther! He's got the Fujiwara armbar locked in on Gunner's injured arm! Gunner's in the center of the ring! Could he have he here?!

 

Panther presses the flats of his feet against the mat and bridges back, causing Gunner to let loose a wild scream! He reaches forward with his open left hand, desperately grasping for the ropes, but they're nowhere to be found. Panther cinches up even more on the hold, causing Gunner so much pain that he actually begins pulling at his hair. With Panther bending his arm as far back as humanly possible, Sharps raises his right hand and proceeds to bang against the canvas.

 

COLE

HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED!!!!!!!!

 

There's a mixed reaction from the crowd as Panther releases the hold, thinking he's won. However, he then comes to the realization that the referee's been KO'd!

 

COLE

DAMN IT! PANTHER HAD THE MATCH WON!!!!!!!

 

The crowd boos as Panther crawls over to the fallen ref and begins shaking him in an attempt to revive him. The ref begins to move...slowly, and Panther begins to help him back to his feet. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the ring, Gunner has crawled to the ropes, and is using them to pull himself back up. Upon reaching his feet, he turns and spies Panther, who's still helping the referee. He motions for Panther to turn around, and when he does, Gunner charges at him with another attempted SHARP END...

 

...BUT PANTHER SIDESTEPS HIM at the last moment, and the referee catches the move FULL FORCE, turning him inside out!

 

COACH

Damn what a spear!!!!

 

COLE

The referee is down again!!! Watch Panther...

 

As Gunner's getting up from the spear, Panther charges him from behind and catches him with a high knee to the back that sends him tumbling forward through the ropes. Panther quickly follows him to the outside, positioning himself behind Gunner as he scrambles back to his feet. Once he's back at a standing position, Panther charges him again and shoves him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost, again causing the big man to scream in pain. He grabs his injured shoulder once again and stumbles into the guardrail, where Panther gets right on him, nailing him with a vicious flurry of rights and lefts to the head and side of the jaw. Sharps is overwhelmed by the attack, and beaten down into a seated position, again to a mixed reaction.

 

As Sharps attempts to gather himself, Panther walks over to the ring apron and lifts it up, reaching for a weapon underneath the ring. After a brief moment, he finds what he's looking for.

 

COACH

Panther's got a chair!

 

CABOOSE

This isn't fair! Look out, Gunner!

 

Sharp pulls himself back to his feet and leans up against the guardrail to regain his bearings. At this point, a chair-wielding Panther turns toward him, raises his weapon high into the air (drawing pops from the crowd) then charges at Gunner...

 

 

**WHAM**

 

...but Gunner raises his right boot at the last second, knocking the chair right back into Panther's face. Panther falls to the mat, and Gunner looks down upon him with a look of disdain. He takes a moment to shake his arm loose, then grabs the chair himself, causing the crowd to clamor. Panther pulls himself onto his hands and knees and begins to crawl away, attempting to create some distance between he and his foe, but...

 

**WHAM**

 

...Gunner quickly cuts him off with a thunderous chairshot to the back of the head. Panther falls face down on the arena floor, and after tossing the steel chair away, Gunner looks down on the fallen wrestler and gives him a hard stomp to the back of the head for good measure. He himself then walks over to the raised ring apron, reaches under the ring, and pulls out a table.

 

COLE

Oh boy!

 

CABOOSE

Someone tell the EMTs to get another stretcher ready.

 

Gunner sets the table on the ring apron and slides it into the ring. He then turns back to Panther, who's trying to push himself up to a knee. Gunner walks over to him, yanks him back to his feet by his jersey, then rolls him back into the ring. Gunner slides in after him, and begins to measure Panther as he attempts to clear the cobwebs. He then runs to the ropes opposite Panther, and once Panther reaches his feet, he mows him down with a left-arm clothesline. He then walks over to the table that he slid into the ring, picks it up a carries it over to one of the nearby turnbuckles, where he props it up. He then turns back to Panther, points at him, then points at the table, drawing a mild pop from the crowd. He then walks over to Panther and pulls him up into a standing headscissors.

 

CABOOSE

He's going for the kill here!

 

He wraps his arms around Panther's waist and lifts him up in position ALL GUNS BLAZING. He then turns to the table with a sinister smile on his face, and with Panther on his shoulder, charges forward. Just before he reaches the table, however, Panther manages to slip off of Gunner's shoulder and land on his feet behind him. Gunner quickly turns around and charges at Panther with another clothesline, but Panther ducks, slips behind him with a rear waistlock and attempts to German suplex him into the table...

 

BUT NO! Gunner's too heavy. Sharps fires off a couple of reverse elbows that send Panther staggering back into the table. He then turns towards Panther, charges forward and DRIVES HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH...

 

COLE

THE SHARP END!!!!!!!!

 

COACH

THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!

 

COLE

Panther's been driven through the table with the Sharp End! My goodness he may have been destroyed right there!

 

Indeed, Panther's hurt, but Gunner's hurt as well, having done more damage to his shoulder upon hitting the spear. Suddenly, the crowd begins to stir, with many fans in the crowd turning back towards the entrance.

 

CABOOSE

What's going on?

 

COLE

The fans...something's going on...

 

CABOOSE

Oh wait a minute!

 

COACH

It's Chris Bryte!

 

Yes! A battered and bruised Chris Bryte hobbles his way out from the locker room with Tina at his side. He appears to be in intense pain on the floor, and actually collapses once he reaches the ringside area. Meanwhile, Gunner has pulled Panther away from the table and out to the center of the ring. Cover...hook of the leg...

 

 

CROWD

1...2...3!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

The ref is still down, however, causing many in the crowd to boo. Frustrated, Gunner gets up, grabs the ref, drags him back to his feet and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. He prepares to go back to work on Panther, but suddenly turns and spots Bryte and Tina on the outside. He then slides out to the floor, shoves Tina down and drags the injured rookie back to his feet!

 

COLE

Oh wait a minute, Gunner! What the hell?!

 

CABOOSE

The putz obviously hasn't gotten enough punishment for one night.

 

Gunner lifts Bryte back up and rolls him into the ring, where Panther is still down after the Sharp End through the table. Sharps follows him in, walks over to Bryte and shoves him down to the canvas. Bryte tries to get back to his feet, but Gunner shoves him back down a second time.

 

GUNNER

Count him!

 

COACH

"Count him?!" Did you hear that?

 

COLE

Gunner telling Bryte...after what he's done to Bryte here tonight, the son of a bitch actually...he wants him to count Panther down?

 

Sharps shoots Bryte a evil glare before walking over to Panther and making the cover. He hooks the leg and shoots another glare Bryte's way...

 

 

AND BRYTE ACTUALLY GETS DOWN TO COUNT THE FALL!

 

1...

 

 

 

2...

 

 

3--NOOOOOOO! ONLY A TWOOOO~!

 

CABOOSE

WHAT?!?!?

 

COLE

He kicked out! Panther able to kickout after two!

 

COACH

I can't believe Bryte actually counted the fall!

 

CABOOSE

Me either. I didn't even know the moron could count!

 

COLE

Stop it! Gunner...he doesn't look too happy--NOW C'MON GUNNER! LEAVE HIM ALONE!

 

Gunner angrily yanks Bryte back up to his feet and shoves him back into a far turnbuckle. He then walks towards Bryte and gets up in his face, but Bryte shoves him back, drawing a slight pop from the crowd. Gunner shoves Bryte back into the buckle again, but Bryte once again shoves him back, drawing a louder pop from the crowd. Furious, Sharps rears back and swings at Bryte, but the rookie ducks under and runs out to the center of the ring. Bryte yells a few obscenities at Sharps, serving only to anger the big man even more. Gunner charges Bryte with and attempted clothesline, but Bryte ducks again...

 

 

...sending Sharps running right into a well-placed boot from a now rejuvinated Panther! With the big man doubled over, Panther grabs a 3/4 headlock and...

 

CABOOSE

NO!!!!!!

 

...brings him down with a devastating...

 

COLE

PANTHER CUTTER!!!!!!!!!!

 

The building erupts, as chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" begin to drown out the Gunner Sharps supporters. Gunner's down flat on his back, but Panther's still feeling the effects of the Sharp End from earlier. As Tina looks on intently from the outside, Chris Bryte rushes to Panther's side, grabs him by the right arm and begins to pull him back to his feet. Panther quickly draws his arm back from Bryte and shoves him out of the way, sending a couple of unkind words his way before heading out to the ring apron and preparing to climb the rope.

 

COLE

Gunner Sharps is down after the Panther Cutter, and it appears as if Panther's going up!

 

CABOOSE

Get up, Gunner! Get up!!!

 

Gunner's not moving, and the crowd clamors once more as Panther ascends the turnbuckles. After taking a moment to soak up the crowd reaction, Panther looks down at Gunner's prone body, stands upright on the top rope, and leaps into the air, coming down upon Gunner with a beautifully executed...

 

COLE

FROG SPLASH!!!!!!!!!! This could be all!

 

Panther hooks the leg and Bryte slides into position for the count...

 

 

1...

 

 

 

2...

 

 

 

3!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!!! ONLY A TWO!!!!!!!!!

 

COACH

I coulda sworn he had him!

 

Panther looks up at Bryte and holds up three fingers. Confused, Bryte shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands. Panther rolls his eyes, grabs Gunner by the hair and proceeds to muscle him up off the canvas and back to his feet. Panther looks into the crowd and makes a throat-cutting gesture, signalling the end. He slaps on another 3/4 headlock, and...

 

COLE

He's going for another PANTHER CUT--

 

NO!!!!!!! Gunner shoves Panther forward, causing him to hit heads with Chris Bryte, knocking the youngster to the canvas. Panther, dazed, turns around and walks right back into Gunner, who puts Panther flat on his back with double leg takedown, grabs his legs and prepares to step through...

 

COACH

Hey...is he going for...a sharpshooter?!

 

It looks that way, but Panther's trying to block it, grabbing Gunner's foot and pushing it away to keep him from stepping through. The two struggle for a moment or two before Panther reaches up, grabs Gunner by the head and pulls him down into an inside cradle!!!

 

CROWD

1...2....3!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Panther's got him hooked, but Bryte's still out of it from the collision with Panther!!! Tina runs around to where Bryte is trying to clear the cobwebs. She reaches into the ring and shoves Bryte backwards, putting him in position to see the pin. Bryte shakes his head loose once more, then rolls over to count the fall...

 

 

1...

 

 

 

 

 

2...

 

 

NO!!!!!!!!!! Sharps is out after a quick two count. Both he and Panther return to a standing position, where Sharps catches Panther with another double leg takedown. He then grabs the legs once more, steps through and grapevines them. Panther desperately tries to fight the hold, but its no use, as Sharps turns him over and sits down on the...

 

COLE

SHARPSHOOTER!!!!!! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!!!!!!!

 

The dueling "Panther" and "Gunner" chants start up once again as Gunner wrenches back on the hold. The hold is applied VERY near the ropes, but as Panther extends his right arm to grab the bottom rope, he finds that it's JUUUUUUST out of reach. Tina begins banging the palms of her hands against the ring apron to try and get behind Panther as Gunner wrenches back further, causing Panther to cry out in pain. Out of desperation, Panther begins swiping at the bottom rope with his right hand, missing each time and striking the canvas. Panther extends his arm one more time, when...

 

BRYTE

RING THE BELL~!

 

**DING DING DING**

 

**cue "Debonaire"

 

COLE AND COACH

WHAT?!?!

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen...your winner, by way of submission...GUUUUUUNNNER SHHAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRPS!!!!!!

 

COLE

What?! You've gotta be...what's going on here?!

 

CABOOSE

I'll tell ya what's going on! PANTHER GAVE UP!!!!!!

 

COLE

No!!! I mean...did he?!

 

COACH

I...it didn't look like it to me!

 

A good portion of the crowd is cheering as Gunner releases the hold and raises his arms in victory. He doesn't stick around to celebrate, quickly sliding out of the ring and heading back up the ramp towards the locker room. Meanwhile, Panther looks up at Bryte with the most evil glare imaginable. Panther climbs back to his feet and mouths the begins shouting obscenities at Bryte, demanding to know what happened. Bryte's response...

 

BRYTE

You tapped!

 

Bryte taps against his left hand to further illustrate the point, bringing an angry scowl to Panther's face. Panther rolls his eyes and shoves Bryte HARD to the canvas, drawing a loud pop from the crowd!

 

CABOOSE

Oh! What a sore loser!!

 

COACH

Panther's pissed!

 

Indeed. Gunner's music stops abruptly and Panther cocks his fist, preparing to strike Bryte, but before he can, Tina slides into the ring and comes between the two men. The crowd boos loudly in the background, and chants of "FUCK HIM UP, PAN-THER, FUCK HIM UP **CLAP CLAP**" start up. Bryte crawls back into a nearby turnbuckle as Panther and Tina argue in the center of the ring.

 

COLE

Panther...upset about Bryte's call. I think Panther's saying that he didn't tap!

 

CABOOSE

What do you mean he didn't tap?! I saw it plain as day!!!

 

COACH

Well...I said before it didn't look like he tapped to me.

 

CABOOSE

But you're an idiot, Coach! Panther gave up! Gunner wins!!!

 

COLE

Well we've got Tina in the ring trying to keep these two men apart. Panther is absolutely livid...and fans, I'm told that we've got an instant replay of that finish.

 

::The Anglemania logo scrolls across the screen and we're taken to an instant replay of the finish. It shows Gunner with Panther locked in the sharpshooter and Panther swiping at the rope, striking the mat in the process::

 

CABOOSE

There it is right there! PANTHER TAPPED!

 

COLE

I dunno, Caboose! It looked to me as if he was reaching for the ropes!

 

COACH

Yeah!

 

CABOOSE

Oh, the two of you would make any excuse you can to help Panther save face!!! It's plain as day to anybody watching that footage! Panther tapped out! He tapped to the sharpshooter!!!

 

::The Anglemania logo scrolls across the screen a second time as we cut back to live action, where Tina seems to have calmed Panther down. As Bryte looks on from the corner, Panther nods to Tina before stepping through the ropes and climbing out to the arena floor, causing the crowd to boo wildly.::

 

COLE

Heh. Panther's leaving without incident, apparently. This crowd's not happy about that!

 

::Indeed. Panther makes his way around the ringside arena and begins to make his way back to the locker room. When he reaches the base of the ramp, he turns back to the ring, where he sees Tina hugging Bryte in the buckle. Panther then turns and appears to be headed back to the locker room, but suddenly, he stops, rolls his eyes and says "FUCK THIS!" He turns back around and starts back down to ringside to a HUGE pop from the crowd. He grabs the steel chair that was left lying at ringside by Gunner, slides back into the ring and starts towards Bryte. Upon spotting Panther, Bryte dives through the ropes and out to the arena floor, and Tina once again steps in Panther's path. Tina pleads with Panther to leave Bryte alone, but Panther shoves her aside and starts after Bryte again. Panther steps his leg through the ropes, but Tina grabs him in a rear waistlock, trying everything she can to keep him away from Bryte.::

 

COLE

Panther's trying to get a piece of Bryte! Tina's trying to keep these two apart! Trying to keep Panther back.

 

CABOOSE

I say she should let him go! I don't like Panther, but I'd love to see him kick Bryte's ass here tonight!

 

COACH

Bryte doesn't look like he'll be sticking around long enough to catch that ass kicking! Look!

 

::As Panther and Tina continue to struggle inside the ring, Bryte rushes over to the guardrail and hops into the crowd. The fans boo loudly once again as Chris Bryte shoves his way through the fans and out of the arena.::

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Michael Buffer:

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. It is now time for the OaOasT IntenseZone main event of the evening for AngleMania III!

 

::Pop::

 

Jesse:

I’m getting goosebumps at this moment, Jim Ross.

 

JR:

The Pontiac Silverdome will explode in just a few moments.

 

Buffer:

Tonight, in this very ring, at the premiere OaOasT event, you will see the end of a yearlong feud. On this night, March 28, 2004, you will see a match that will change the very lives of the competitors forever. This is What It All Comes Down To. A man looks to get revenge on another man, and his career will be on the line. After a year of anticipation, after a year of hype, the time has come. It is the final battle between good and evil. One man fights to keep his career. While the other man fights to keep his title. And one man lives by the battle cry “Paybacks Are Hell.” Are you ready?

 

Crowd:

YEAH!!!

 

Michael Buffer:

Pontiac Silverdome, Detroit, Michigan. Are…You….REAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY???

 

Crowd:

YEAH!!!!

 

Michael Buffer:

Then, for the thousands upon thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world. Ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUMMMMMBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

 

::The crowd cheers loudly. The camera does a pan of the 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome. Some fans hold up PRL signs, while most fans have Mad Cappa signs. The camera pans to several fans in the front row. One fan holds a poster that has a picture of Puerto Rican Lightning on it with “THE DEVIL HIMSELF” written right next to it. The crowd quiets down.::

 

JR:

It is now time for the match we have been waiting for a damn long time.

 

Jesse:

It’s payback time for Mad Cappa! He is finally going to get what is coming to him. It is time for payback! Paybacks are hell, especially for The Mad Cappa!

 

JR:

The time is now. The match is about to happen!

 

::Ominous music begins playing. The camera cuts to the backstage area. The crowd explodes with cheers as The Mad Cappa is shown walking. He has a serious, determined look on his face, continuing his walk. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”::

 

JR:

And there is the challenger. Could this be the very last match of The Mad Cappa’s career? Could we be witnessing the end of The Mad Cappa tonight?

 

Jesse:

Absolutely, JR. Without a shadow of a doubt. The Mad Cappa is no match to Puerto Rican Lightning. PRL will wipe the floor with his candy ass. This is a no contest. Honestly, The Mad Cappa hasn’t been training as much as PRL. He hasn’t been motivated as much as PRL. Cappa retires tonight!

 

JR:

I am not so sure about that, Jes. Cappa IS motivated. He wants revenge on PRL for nearly destroying his career. For crushing his larynx. Cappa is furious. He wants payback. Like he has said “Paybacks Are Hell”. Cappa has a fire burning deep inside of him, that he wants to unleash on PRL tonight.

 

::The ominous music continues playing. Several OaOasT crewmembers and jobbers wish him luck, but Cappa does not notice. The Mad Cappa heads to the gorilla position and jumps up and down. The crowd cheers loudly. Cappa paces back and forth as the ominous music ends. He yells out and then bends down. The ominous music stops playing.::

 

JR:

Can you imagine what is going through his mind right now at this moment? What thoughts are flowing through his head? What could he be thinking at this time?

 

Jesse:

He’s probably thinking “Why did I challenge PRL to this match?”

 

JR:

Will you stop?

 

*1, 2, 3 Hit It!*

 

::The opening trumpet blare causes the 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome to ERUPT~! The crowd cheers.::

 

JR:

Ever heard 74,000 fans cheer at the same time? It is an incredible sound!

 

::The lights go down and flicker in the arena and spotlights begin circling the arena. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing. The fans chant “GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!” in tune with the hip-hop beat as they await Cappa’s arrival. The spotlights continue circling until one stops at the entrance. The spotlight shows The Mad Cappa’s back turned to the crowd. The fans EXPLODE with cheers as Cappa dances to his entrance song. Cappa turns around and smiles at the fans, who are cheering and chanting his name as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” continues playing.::

 

JR:

Is Mad Cappa ready for this match or what?

 

Jesse:

Or what should be the answer. Look at Mad Cappa. Smiling and shaking hands. It makes me sick. He should be serious, looking straight at the ring. Not dancing or smiling like an imbecile.

 

JR:

Cappa just feels great that he can participate in the OaOasT, more specifically, AngleMania III. He was at AngleMania II last year and lost to Puerto Rican Lightning. He hopes and prays that history doesn’t repeat itself.

 

Jesse:

The Mad Cappa is walking that long entrance ramp to his doom! He maybe all smiles and giggles coming into the ring, but he will be bloodied, sad, and without a career when he walks out!

 

::The Mad Cappa slaps hands with the fans and smiles as he walks to the ring.::

 

Michael Buffer:

The following contest is a Career vs. Title No Disqualification Match scheldued for one fall and is for the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship. If The Mad Cappa loses, then he must retire. Introducing first, now making his way down to the ring. Wearing a long white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans, and tennis sneakers, along with a white trucker’s hat, and a gold chain, standing 5”10 and weighing 185 lbs. From Anacostia, Washington, D.C. Tonight, he is the underdog. He is putting his career on the line in, what is without a doubt, the most important match of his entire life. With a great amount of heart and determination, he has vowed to walk away the victor. On May 27, 2003 on IntenseZone, his larynx was crushed by a ringbell by Puerto Rican Lightning. He was carried away on a stretcher, and many fans and doctors believed he would never wrestle again. He spent 3 months recuperating in a hospital, but in August of 2003, only 3 months later, he made his miraculous return to the OaOasT on IntenseZone, better than he was before, and more motivated. Since then, he has vowed revenge on the very man who nearly ended his career, but has yet to receive a match…until tonight. After defeating each and every member of The Lightning Crew in a Gauntlet, and after brawling with his opponent for one year, he finally gets the oppturnity he has wanted all year long. A fan favorite with a heart of gold, he is the complete opposite of his opponent tonight, and vows revenge as he represents the entire OaOasT and its fans, who all share a similar hatred for his opponent. The dancing, smiling, hero and a staple of IntenseZone programming. The challenger, the one, the only, THE MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

 

JR:

Well you heard Michael Buffer right, Cappa has been wanting to fight PRL since last year. He had a match against him in May 27, 2003, but it was all planned out from the beginning since Vitamin X joined The Lightning Crew on that night and helped PRL crush Cappa’s larynx.

 

Jesse:

A brilliant move. It was a trap set up by Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa was just too dumb and he fell for it. I have to applaud Puerto Rican Lightning for that one. That was a Jesse “The Body” Ventura move right there! Couldn’t have gone better!

 

JR:

And then these two men had another match at OaOasT Bloody, Battered, and Beaten for the OaOasT North American Title in December. Cappa dominated that match, but The Lightning Crew interfered and Cappa smashed PRL with a chair causing a disqualification. That match also saw the debut of Spanish Fly in the OaOasT as the newest member of The Lightning Crew.

 

Jesse:

Another excellent plan by PRL. He needed a backup plan, and he thought up a great one. He was prepared. THAT is a smart champion. When his neck injury, which was REAL by the way, wasn’t good enough for Stephen Joseph, he used Plan B and Cappa’s emotions to his advantage. Cappa’s emotions got in the way and caused the disqualification, so he has no one to blame, but himself for that one! And I LOVED the look on CRAPPA’S face when he found out he was disqualified. Serves him right for hitting our beloved Puerto Rican Champion with a steel chair!

 

JR:

This crowd is going crazy. They WANT to see PRL get his comeuppance tonight. They want to see Mad Cappa defeat Puerto Rican Lightning. They want to see The Mad Cappa walk away with his career intact and the new Puerto Rican Champion. “Paybacks Are Hell”. That’s his battle cry.

 

Jesse:

Cappa is all talk. He is not 1/10 the wrestler PRL is. He has less of a chance of defeating Puerto Rican Lightning then I have of being president in 2008! PRL is 3-0 when it comes to Cappa. Twice by pinfall. Once by disqualification. Cappa has only defeated him once and that was a tag team match! Tonight, this feud ends. Tonight, Puerto Rican Lightning kills the bug that has annoyed him for the past year. Tonight, PRL ENDS The Mad CRAPPA’S career!

 

::The Mad Cappa heads to the ringside area and slaps hands with the fans in the front row seats as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool continues playing. He smiles and yells out as he walks up the steps and enters the ring. The crowd cheers loudly as the camera shows several Mad Cappa signs in the crowd. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa spins in the ring and dances to “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)”. He smiles and then heads to the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers loudly. Cappa gestures to them.::

 

JR:

This could end up being either the greatest or worst night of Cappa’s life! Greatest if he wins. Worst if he loses.

 

Jesse:

Why are you acting like Mad Cappa even has a snowball’s chance in hell of winning? He has no chance at all. Like PRL’s theme song saids “No Chance In Hell”. Cappa is finished. There’s no denying that!

 

::The crowd continues cheering as The Mad Cappa removes his truckers hat and gold chain and bounces off the ropes. He smiles and raises his arms in the air to more cheers. He gets the crowd hyped up as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool dies down. The crowd is cheering loudly chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa does a little shimmy and dances as he awaits Puerto Rican Lightning’s entrance. His smile fades.::

 

JR:

It’s gut check time. This is the 4th quarter of the Super Bowl. This is the 9th Inning of Game 7 of the World Series. This is the 3rd Period of Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. This is the final battle. This is What It All Comes Down To. The feud has hit a fever pitch and it ends tonight!

 

::The camera cuts to the backstage area again. The crowd boos loudly as Puerto Rican Lightning and The Lightning Crew are shown walking. Ominous music begins playing again. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL carries the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship over his left shoulder and is wearing red Shawn Michaels-like entrance attire. He also has on an earring on his left ear, sunglasses, a gold chain, and a black and red baseball hat backwards. He is chewing bubble gum and is sporting a cocky smirk as he walks to the gorilla position with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez over his right arm. Colombian Heat flips the camera middle finger before they head to the gorilla position.::

 

JR:

There is the champion. Cocky and arrogant as ever before.

 

Jesse:

PRL is confident. He KNOWS this is a match he can win. He’s been training hard. Vitamin X, his trainer, has put him on a 24-hour training regimen for this matchup. They’ve trained underwater; they’ve trained in the cold. They’ve trained in the gym, in a broken down warehouse, in a stadium. They’ve even trained in a meat locker like in the movie “Rocky”. PRL is mentally, emotionally, and physically, more ready for this match than any other match he has ever been in. He hates Mad Cappa more than he has hated anyone else in his life, and is looking forward to ending his career tonight!

 

::The ominous music continues playing as Puerto Rican Lightning mugs for the camera. He sneers and removes his hat to reveal dreadlocks for the first time since AngleMania II.::

 

Puerto Rican Lightning (to the camera):

Like my new hairstyle? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAA!!! So, are we going to do this thing or what?

 

::The crowd is now quiet, awaiting PRL’s arrival. PRL sneers at the camera as he puts his hat back on. Colombian Heat puts his arm around PRL and sneers too, pointing to him.::

 

Colombian Heat:

The best. The best. The best. The best. The best!

 

Mr. Boricua:

GRRRRRRRRR!!!

 

::PRL and Colombian Heat high five each other and walk to the gorilla position again. The ominous music stops playing.::

 

PRL:

Let’s do this!

 

::A deep, slow voiced man saids “LIGHTNING CREW.” This causes the crowds boos to become very, very loud. The AngleTron lights up with an image of PRL smiling. The crowd boos even louder when his face is shown. The image of a smiling PRL changes another image of PRL raising the Puerto Rican Championship belt after a match. The crowd continues booing waiting for PRL to show up. As the image continues showing image after image of PRL, a classical melody is being played. It is a slow and mellow song with someone whispering the word “Chance” at several points during the song. The AngleTron shows PRL choked up. Follow by PRL being furious. It is then followed by PRL crying after winning the OaOasT North American Championship. Finally, the last image is PRL smiling again, except in a psychotic matter and his evil laugh is heard over the P.A. System. The classical music hits a crescendo, and the AngleTron switches to a waving Puerto Rico flag, and in big white blocky letters appears the words LIGHTNING CREW. And then a lightning bolt hits the entrance. The crowd boos loudly as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds begins playing. Lights flicker on and off in the entrance.::

 

*No Chance (No Chance)

That’s what ya got (Ha. Ha. Yeah)*

 

::The Lightning Crew entrance video begins playing on the AngleTron, while fog and smoke fill up the entrance.::

 

*We’re up against

No machine too strong (Too strong)

 

Pussy politicians

Buying souls for us

Are…PUPPETS! (puppets!)*

 

::The crowd boos loudly, when finally, Puerto Rican Lightning steps through the curtain, and the booing becomes even louder. Garbage is thrown in the LC’s direction, but PRL sneers. He looks at the crowd and smiles evilly and laughs. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez smile.::

 

*But will find their place in line (In line)

 

But tie a string around your finger now boy

Cuz, it’s just a matter of time

Cuz, you’ve got…NO CHANCE! (You’ve got no chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!*

 

::The crowd boos loudly and flips PRL the middle finger as “No Chance In Hell” continues playing. PRL looks at the Lightning Crew, who are all smiling evilly. PRL orders The Lightning Crew to follow him to the ring. Puerto Rican Lightning walks to the ring with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez holding his right arm and Mr. Boricua right behind them. Lindsay smiles at her boyfriend as PRL laughs evilly and sports a cocky smirk, not listening to the crowds boos. The camera shows PRL trashtalking to Cappa, and then cuts back to Cappa with an angry look on his face.::

 

Michael Buffer:

And the champion. Accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard Mr. Boricua, his girlfriend, the first lady of The Lightning Crew, the lovely Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, the second-in-command of The Lightning Crew, Colombian Heat, the official muscle of The Lightning Crew, Cuban Wall, the official referee of The Lightning Crew, Thomas Rodriguez, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, Vitamin X, and Spanish Fly, standing 5”9 and weighing 223 lbs. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Wearing a Puerto Rican flag bandana, a white Lightning Crew t-shirt, blue elbowpads, Puerto Rico flag wristbands, long red tights with a blue trim and a white star on the right leg, and Puerto Rico flag boots with a dreadlocks hairstyle. He calls himself the most electrifying man in professional wrestling NOT sports-entertainment. At just 24-years-old, he has risen to the top ranks of the OaOasT. He was the OaOasT North American Champion for a record 5 months, the longest reigning OaOasT North American Champion in the OaOasT’s 3-year history. Combining high-flying Lucha Libre, with technical ability, and a mind made for wrestling, he is charismatic, has a chiseled physique, and is undoubtedly, one of the best talents in the OaOasT today. Already an OaOasT main eventer, he has appeared in the first ever OaOasT Elimination Chamber Match at Deadly Game: Unlucky 7 in November for the OaOasT World Heavyweight Championship and was the man that eliminated Zack Malibu from the Chamber. He has been in more segments in IntenseZone history than any other competitor. With The Lightning Crew by his side, he has run roughshod over each IntenseZone wrestler until he was the last man standing. But there is only one man left. And that man is his opponent for tonight. His hatred for this very man has motivated him for the past year. And even though he did not get the job done when he crushed his larynx back in May, he looks forward to finishing the job tonight by ending his career for good. He believes that Cappa will learn the meaning of the phrase “Paybacks Are Hell.” Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, the 2 time Puerto Rican Champion, he is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Champion, Tha Puerto Rican, PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNNNINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!

 

*You’ve got…NO CHANCE (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! (No Chance In Hell!)

 

You’ve got…NO CHANCE (Got no chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!

 

You’ve got…NO CHANCE!!! (No Chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! (YEAH!)

 

Come on

Come on

Come and get it (Come and get it)

Come on! (Come on!)*

 

::Puerto Rican Lightning continues walking down to the ring cool and cocky as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds continues playing. Colombian Heat jaws with some fans while the rest of The Lightning Crew all smile and laugh evilly wearing sunglasses. PRL kisses Lindsay and promises a victory. He trashtalks some fans and flips the middle finger at Cappa’s direction.::

 

JR:

PRL is a 2-Time Puerto Rican Champion. He first lost the title to “Shooter” Jay Darring at Great Angle Bash back in June of 2003 in a Ladder Match for the OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Championships. However, Jay forfeited the title when Jay, furious by what PRL did to his girlfriend Lauren Gellar, put the belt in a trashcan. Apparently, PRL felt this meant he could take the belt back and he did in August of 2003 and has been Puerto Rican Champion ever since.

 

Jesse:

That’s right, JR, and what a fine and excellent Puerto Rican Champion he has been this past year. Defending the title against all newcomers. After winning the belt in that brutal tournament in San Juan, Puerto Rico at Roberto Clemente Coliseum back in March of last year, he came back to America with the belt and has defended it ever since and I, for one, have to applaud him for that!

 

JR:

Do you seriously still believe that bogus story is true? The Mad Cappa proved the story was fake in MARCH OF LAST YEAR. PRL just got an old WWF Intercontinental Title belt from a thrift shop and he had to trade in his family’s bodega for it! The belt didn’t even become an official OaOasT belt until last Tuesday on IntenseZone by order of Stephen Joseph!

 

Jesse:

That is all lies. I do not remember any of that happening.

 

JR:

That’s because you were probably drunk!

 

Jesse:

Well, maybe I was. But still, it did NOT happen!

 

JR:

And even though the belt was bogus, PRL has, numerous times, gotten the belt back even after losing it, by bringing up the Puerto Rican Championship Rulebook, which looked like it was written by a five-year-old with crayons! Thankfully, Big Poppa Popick stopped that garbage last Tuesday by absolving the Puerto Rican Championship Rulebook and making the Puerto Rican Championship an official OaOasT title, and by making this match a No Disqualification Match so PRL can NOT escape with the Puerto Rican Championship.

 

Jesse:

That was an abuse of power on Joseph’s part! Just because he is part of OaOasT Corporate does NOT mean he can interfere in people’s lives like that! He hates PRL just because PRL and The Lightning Crew did a beat him up BACK IN DECEMBER! He is a bittered, jealous man. He can’t take the fact that PRL is more talented than him! He can’t take the fact that PRL is more handsome than he is!

 

JR:

Will you stop?

 

Jesse:

This match DID NOT have to be a No Disqualification Match!

 

JR:

It was the right thing to do! It’s the only way PRL will not escape!

 

Jesse:

It’s unfair to PRL! He shouldn’t have to be defending his belt against The Mad Cappa in the first place! Cappa won the Lightning Crew Gauntlet by nefarious means! Cappa cheated against Mr. Boricua! Stephen Joseph helped him beat Thomas Rodriguez! He surprised Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez! He low-blowed Cuban Wall and PROTOTYPE! He did not win all those matches fair and square!

 

JR:

But it is too late now! The Lightning Crew Gauntlet is over! And the match is about to begin!

 

Jesse:

PRL has been training for this match! He has defeated “Shooter” Jay Darring. He has defeated The Blurricane. He has defeated Zack Malibu. He has defeated K-NESS. He has defeated them all!

 

JR:

What about what he has done to them? What he has done to the OaOasT fans? What he has done to Lauren Gellar? That girl is still emotionally scarred by that one week with The Lightning Crew and will probably never be the same again, BAWD GAWD~!

 

Jesse:

Well---it was all mindgames designed to psyche Jay Darring out!

 

JR:

Are you actually condoning PRL and The Lightning Crew sexually and physically abusing Lauren?

 

Jesse:

No! That---that—was---not—PRL behavior.

 

JR:

That is exactly PRL behavior! That is exactly what PRL is all about! A lying, greedy, sadistic, psychotic, heartless, evil, EVIL human being! When The Mad Cappa fights PRL tonight, he is not only fightning for himself, but for every single OaOasT fan and every single person PRL has hurt! He WILL get his comeuppance tonight! The Mad Cappa will get his revenge for himself and for everyone else who is sick of PRL!

 

Jesse:

That is just wishful thinking JR. PRL does not have to worry. He is confident that tonight will be the greatest night of his life!

 

*Come on

Come on

Come and get it (Come and get it)

Come on

Come on

 

Come on

Come on

Come and get it (Come and get it)

Come on (come on)

 

Come on

Come on

Come and get it

No Chance (Yeah)*

 

::Puerto Rican Lightning smiles evilly and then steps on the ring apron. He sneers at the crowd and at Mad Cappa and then does the “You can’t see me hand signal.” The Mad Cappa exits the ring as PRL enters and spins around reveling in the jeers. PRL laughs evilly and jaws with the fans, which continue showing their hatred for him. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL gives Mr. Boricua the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship. He laughs evilly and does the HBK-pose with Colombian Heat right next to him posing and smiling. Mr. Boricua and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez pose right behind them and laugh evilly. The crowd boos loudly as PRL takes off his left earring and his HBK attire.::

 

*No CHANCE! (You’ve got no chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!

 

You’ve got…NO CHANCE!!! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!! (No Chance In Hell)

 

You’ve got…NO CHANCE!!! (got no chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!

 

You’ve got…NO CHANCE!!! (Chance)

NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!

 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*

 

::Puerto Rican Lightning grabs the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt and goes on a turnbuckle and poses with it. He gives the crowd an angry look and then flips them off. The crowd boos loudly and throws garbage into the ring chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL sneers and then heads to another turnbuckle and poses like The Rock. The crowd continues booing as a single white spotlight shines on him. He flips the crowd off and stares at The Mad Cappa, who stares back with an angry look on his face. “No Chance In Hell” continues playing as PRL sneers at Cappa. PRL jumps off the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring not taking his eyes off of Mad Cappa, who is now entering the ring again. The lights go back in the arena, while PRL takes his hat off and punches himself in the face to get motivated. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds stops playing. PRL trash talks with the fans while the crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”::

 

JR:

74,000 fans are chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” in the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan!

 

Jesse:

These 74,000 fans don’t know good wrestling then. PRL IS the definition of good wrestling, and is the reason these fans are out here tonight. PRL wants to finish what he started. He doesn’t want to just crush Cappa’s larynx again, he wants to crush his entire body!

 

JR:

Look in the eyes of both men, and you will see a lot of hatred.

 

::The camera pans the crowd. Meanwhile, Puerto Rican Lightning gives the referee the Puerto Rican Championship belt. He raises it causing the crowd to pop. He gives the belt to the timekeeper. The Mad Cappa stands next to a turnbuckle. PRL gives Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez instructions, ordering her to watch his back. The camera does a close-up of their faces. Lindsay gives PRL a good luck kiss making him smile. The crowd boos. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez exits the ring with some fans chanting “SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!” Lindsay and PRL sneer. The Lightning Crew surrounds the ringside area with their eyes on The Mad Cappa. Cappa has a look of concern on his face while PRL laughs.::

 

Jesse:

HA! HA! The Mad Cappa is alone on this one. The Lightning Crew has 9 members, and all 9 are surrounding the ring. Cappa has no one. He has no friends. No one to watch his back in the OaOasT. He’s a loser. He is all alone. I’m loving this!

 

JR:

You could say that The Mad Cappa is the Mad Underdog in this match. The Lightning Crew is surrounding the ring. PRL is a great athlete. And the pressure that his career could end after this match might be getting to him! He’s has to be feeling the pressure, facing the very man who nearly ended his career in front of 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome.

 

Jesse:

He’s a young kid. He’s only 19 years old. PRL has been wrestling much longer than he has, and is much older and therefore much wiser. PRL has wrestled many styles in many countries. Cappa has been wrestling in bars and losing to the owner’s fat, untalented kid. Therefore, I must give PRL the advantage.

 

JR:

Well, we will just see about that. The Mad Cappa may not be a veteran, but he has something PRL will never have. And that’s heart. Heart and determination.

 

Jesse:

Heart can only get you so far. Before long, you MUST depend on your skills and ONLY your skills. And The Mad Cappa doesn’t have good skills.

 

JR:

If The Mad Cappa wants to win so badly, he will win. I believe in him. These fans believe in him. The OaOasT believes in him. And I KNOW that he believes, in his heart, that he can do this. He can beat Puerto Rican Lightning. He can become the OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion. He can continue his career after tonight!

 

Jesse:

That’s just wishful thinking, Jim Ross.

 

::The crowd is PUMPED. They are cheering loudly as Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa stand in opposite corners of the ring. They stare at each other, not letting their eyes off each other.::

 

JR:

These two men HATE each other. You can see it in their eyes.

 

::The crowd is cheering as the referee orders PRL and TMC to stand in the middle of the ring. The crowd is hyper as the referee tells them that this is a No Disqualification Match. No countouts. Falls Count Only in the ring. You can win only by pinfall or submission. This match is one fall. The man who gets the first three count is the OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion. PRL and The Mad Cappa engage in the staredown. The ref asks if they have any questions. PRL and Cappa just stare. The referee calls for the bell.::

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Career vs. Title: No Disqualification Match For The OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship: Puerto Rican Lightning (Champion with The Lightning Crew) vs. The Mad Cappa (Challenger) If The Mad Cappa loses, then he must retire from professional wrestling:

The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning engage in a staredown in the middle of the ring. They do not take their eyes off each other for a few seconds.

 

JR:

The match has officially started. And now the feud will end.

 

Jesse:

Lady luck is at PRL’s side tonight. Lindsay accompanied PRL to the ring. And speaking of which, it is a good thing that PRL entered last. If he had entered first, I would have been worried, since if the champion enters first, it is bad luck. But he entered last, and Cappa entered first, so he is not jinxed. Tonight will be a great night in PRL’s career.

 

PRL and The Mad Cappa trashtalk each other. They become louder and louder and are soon nose-to-nose. The crowd gets hyper and hyper waiting for them to start fightning. PRL and Cappa become louder and soon, veins are visible.

 

JR:

PRL and Mad Cappa doing some final trash talking right before they begin the fight. They just want to rip each other apart.

 

Jesse:

Infront of the largest audience of the world, PRL will end Cappa’s career.

 

The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL and The Mad Cappa are still nose-to-nose trash talking to each other. PRL shoves Mad Cappa causing the crowd to boo. The Mad Cappa shoves PRL causing the crowd to cheer.

 

Jesse:

HERE WE GO!

 

PRL and The Mad Cappa trash talk each other one more time, and then lock up.

 

JR:

Both men are now jockeying for position.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa lockup, and PRL gets a headlock. The crowd boos loudly, but PRL laughs. However, Cappa shoves him away and into the ropes. PRL does a leapfrog over Mad Cappa. He follows with a reverse leapfrog over Mad Cappa. He then follows that with an armdrag sending Mad Cappa to the mat. The crowd boos loudly as PRL sneers.

 

JR:

PRL starts the match hot.

 

Jesse:

His training with Vitamin X is paying off as we speak!

 

PRL goes for a dropkick, but Cappa holds onto the ropes. The Mad Cappa picks up PRL and whips him into the ropes. He kicks Lightning in the gut, and goes for the BUST A CAP, which causes the crowd to cheer. However, PRL escapes, and shoves Mad Cappa to the ropes. The Mad Cappa hits a flying clothesline on PRL causing the crowd to pop loudly.

 

JR:

And The Mad Cappa responds in kind!

 

Jesse:

Get him, P.R.! Get him!

 

The Mad Cappa punches PRL in the ring. Suddenly, the crowd begins cheering loudly again. They all stand up and turn their attention to the entranceway.

 

JR:

Wait a second. What’s going on now?

 

Jesse:

I don’t know.

 

The fans cheer loudly because “Shooter” Jay Darring, Lauren Gellar, K-NESS, Blurricane, Shuffle, Judas, Reject, and Y2Jailbait all appear at the entrance.

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD I DON’T BELIEVE! The IZ lockeroom is out here watching this match!

 

Jesse:

What are they all doing here?! This is a match between PRL and The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

It’s because they are all sick and tired of Puerto Rican Lightning being allowed to do whatever he damn well pleases! They all are here because they want to see PRL get what he deserves up close and personal! Talk about IZ unity!

 

Jesse:

Well these 8 chumps are going to be disappointed. Because PRL will NOT be getting his comeuppance tonight.

 

JR:

PRL has a lot of history with most of these stars. He had a bitter feud against “Shooter” Jay Darring last year. He defeated K-NESS to win the North American Title. He lost the North American Title to The Shuffle. The Lightning Crew did a beatdown on Stephen Joseph after PRL lost to him in the Adrenalin Title Tournament. PRL defeated Blurricane at World Without End to retain the N.A. Title with interference from Cuban Wall back in October. And we all know what he did to Lauren Gellar!

 

Jesse:

These guys are all jealous of PRL! That’s all they all! Just jealous!

 

The eight IZ members all walk to the ring with serious looks on their faces. The crowd cheers them on. They all take seats near the ring and watch the match closely and with serious looks on their faces. The Lightning Crew notices the IZ wrestlers and starts to get concerned.

 

JR:

There are 8 Lightning Crew members surrounding the ring and there are 8 IntenseZone wrestlers seated at ringside. Something tells me they are making sure The Lightning Crew doesn’t do anything suspicious.

 

Jesse:

They’re paranoid losers.

 

The IZ babyfaces continue watching the match going on in the ring.

 

JR:

I get the feeling Lauren Gellar is REALLY hoping PRL loses tonight.

 

Jesse:

These guys are all bittered and jealous of PRL’s success!

 

JR:

They all want to see PRL get exactly what he deserves!

 

The Mad Cappa picks up Puerto Rican Lightning and chops him. The crowd “WOOOOOOOOOs!” after each chop. Cappa whips PRL into the ropes with the crowd still hyper. PRL reverses and Cappa bounces off the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Cappa ducks, grabs Lightning’s head, and brings him down with the Fall From Grace to a loud pop.

 

JR:

And Mad Cappa continues his dominance over PRL in the early going of this match. The Mad Cappa is hot! He is unleashing all the anger. All the rage that he feels for PRL, for nearly crippling him, for trying to end his career.

 

The crowd is buzzing as TMC trashtalks PRL and heads to the top rope. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Mad Cappa leaps off the top rope with a Top Rope Legdrop that connects on PRL. The crowd cheers.

 

Jesse:

That is one of PRL’s signature moves! The Mad Cappa stole it from him!

 

JR:

Cappa had the move first. Cappa going for the first cover of the match!

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

KICK OUT!!!

 

Jesse:

It’s going to take a lot more than that to take out Puerto Rican Lightning for good!

 

JR:

All the IntenseZone superstars are out here watching this match! They are all behind The Mad Cappa 100% and want him to defeat Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

The camera cuts to the IZ wrestlers watching the match at ringside. The camera then cuts to Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez with a worried look on his face. The Lightning Crew try to motivate Puerto Rican Lightning while the crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa beats on PRL in the middle of the ring. With a look of rage on his face, he grabs PRL and bodyslams him. He then applies a Sleeperhold on PRL.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa now applying a Sleeperhold on his mortal enemy. He is trying to end this match early. He is attacking PRL, not allowing him to get any defense yet in this very important match-up.

 

Jesse:

This could backfire for Mad Cappa. He may get overconfident. He may think this match will be over quickly, and it made cause him. PRL is like a snake. He strikes quickly, and deadly. He could come back at any moment.

 

The crowd cheers Cappa on, clapping in unison. The referee checks on P.R., who is fading out. Cappa yells “QUIT YOU BASTARD! QUIT!” The referee checks PRL, whose eyes are closed.

 

JR:

PRL is fading quickly.

 

The referee checks PRL’s right arm. It falls once. The crowd cheers. The referee checks PRL’s right arm again. It falls twice. He checks it for a third time, but PRL flips the referee off. The crowd boos loudly.

 

Jesse:

YES! PRL is still in this match!

 

The crowd boos loudly as PRL gets up with the Sleeperhold still applied. He elbows Cappa in the stomach and whips him into the ropes. He puts his head down, so Cappa leaps over him and goes for a sunset flip pin. The sunset flip is completed causing the crowd to go crazy. The referee counts. It gets a two count. The two wrestlers get up and start brawling as the Lightning Crew and the IZ wrestlers cheer their wrestlers on. PRL scratches Cappa in his eyes causing the crowd to boo. PRL laughs evilly and punches Cappa in the face several times.

 

JR:

And now Puerto Rican Lightning is on the offense. He is taking it to Mad Cappa now, on the night, that PRL promises will be the last match of Cappa’s career!

 

PRL whips The Mad Cappa into a turnbuckle. Cappa hits the turnbuckle sternum first causing the crowd to groan.

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD~! THE IMPACT!

 

The crowd boos loudly. PRL trashtalks Mad Cappa and chops him in his chest. The crowd “WOOOOOS!” with each chop. PRL yells at Cappa, choking him.

 

Jesse:

It’s a No Disqualification Match so PRL is allowed to do whatever he wants! Those rules may soon go to PRL’s advantage, which I’m sure, wasn’t why Stephen Joseph made the match No Disqualification in the first place!

 

PRL:

COME ON HERO! COME ON HERO! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME DAMNIT! COME ON HERO! COME ON MAD CRAPPA! COME ON YOU PIECE OF CRAP!!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning whips Mad Cappa into another turnbuckle. He hits it backfirst, causing the crowd to groan again. Cappa holds his back in pain, when PRL runs towards Cappa and hits him with a Stinger Splash. The crowd begins chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. tells the crowd to “shut up.”

 

JR:

74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome are now chanting “P.R. SUCKS!”

Jesse:

And all 74,000 fans are morons! These fans are treating PRL the same way everyone has treated PRL for the past year. With disrespect.

 

PRL whips TMC to the opposite turnbuckle. However, The Mad Cappa reverses and sends PRL into the turnbuckle. He does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron.

 

Jesse:

What athletic ability from Tha Puerto Rican!

 

The crowd boos loudly, as PRL stands up on the ring apron and laughs evilly. He points to his forehead telling the crowd how smart he is. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Someone spits at PRL’s direction. Suddenly, Mad Cappa runs to the ropes and bumps into PRL sending him flying on the barricade to a loud pop.

 

JR:

OH MY! Tha Puerto Rican just did a Superman-like leap onto the barricade, and I think he may have smacked his head on the barricade.

 

Jesse:

Now that was uncalled for! The Mad Cappa surprised PRL! He was not ready for that attack! Cappa is a coward! He didn’t beat on PRL infront of him! That jerk!

 

The crowd is chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” The camera cuts to a close-up of Lauren Gellar smiling in her seat. She cheers Cappa on.

 

JR:

Lauren Gellar likes what she is seeing at this moment. PRL is getting his ass kicked by Mad Cappa. This match has been going on for 4-5 minutes now, and both men look to be showing no signs of fatigue yet.

 

The Mad Cappa heads over to a recuperating PRL and slams his head on the barricade. The crowd cheers as Mad Cappa, with a look of rage on his face, and cursing out PRL, slams his face into the barricade several times. TMC grabs P.R. Lightning and whips him into a staircase. PRL crashes into the stairs, doing a spin before landing on the floor. The crowd groans. Cappa picks up P.R., but Lightning sucker punches Cappa, and runs around the ring. The Mad Cappa chases him around the ring with the crowd cheering the entire time.

 

JR:

PRL now sending Mad Cappa on a wild goose chase around the ring.

 

Lightning runs, with fear in his face. He screams for Cappa to get away from him. The Mad Cappa curses PRL out with a look of anger on his face. They continue the chase around the ring, when Mr. Boricua comes out of nowhere and brings Cappa down with a giant clothesline.

JR:

And that damn Mr. Boricua! Boricua with a massive clothesline on The Mad Cappa. And I’m sure that knocked him into next week!

 

Jesse:

By next week, The Mad Cappa may not even have a job. His career may be over by this time next Sunday!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa is fightning for his livelihood in this match. He MUST win this match if he wants to fight another day. He MUST win the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship. He CANNOT lose at all! PRL will have a career tomorrow. The Mad Cappa may not!

 

Mr. Boricua grunts, growls, and cracks his knuckles. The crowd boos loudly. Someone throws a beer cup in his direction. PRL applauds Mr. Boricua for what he did. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The crowd continues booing as PRL tells them to “Shut up.” PRL trashtalks with a fan at ringside and then covers his ears to drown out the booing. The booing does not stop, so PRL slaps his forehead 4 times. PRL still has boos, so he holds onto Mr. Boricua for support. The crowd is still booing and still chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL spits in the crowd direction and throws The Mad Cappa back into the ring. He trashtalks TMC as the crowd still chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”

 

JR:

PRL and The Mad Cappa may now be showing signs of fatigue. They are now both sweating and breathing heavily. The match is still young. The fight is still going. Both men’s lives will never be the same right after this match. We will see a Brand New Era tonight at AngleMania III, the single greatest show of all time.

 

Tha Puerto Rican kicks The Mad Cappa in the head several times. P.R. picks up Cappa and whips him into the ropes. He follows with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. P.R. Lightning sneers at the crowd and then climbs the top rope. The crowd boos loudly as PRL laughs. He does The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003 onto The Mad Cappa, causing him to clutch his throat and shake. PRL laughs.

 

Jesse:

THAT’S how you do a Top Rope Legdrop! The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003! THAT is a PRL original!

 

JR:

That is a lie and you know it!

 

PRL goes for the cover.

 

1…

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICK OUT!!!

 

PRL sneers at the crowd and kicks Cappa in the face. He picks him up and European Uppercuts him several times into the ropes. P.R. grabs Cappa and lifts him up. He holds Mad Cappa in the air for a few seconds. Some fans applaud PRL as he has holds onto Cappa with one arm.

 

JR:

A great visual here at AngleMania III!

 

Jesse:

PRL is the greatest wrestler in the world today. Perhaps the greatest wrestler of all-time! Look at that power. Look how he is able to hold that punk Cappa up with ease. Cappa would never do something like this, because he doesn’t have the talent to do so!

 

JR:

Well, that seems a bit too much.

 

PRL does the “You Can’t See Me!” hand signal. He takes Cappa over to the ropes and slams his stomach onto the ropes. This causes Mad Cappa to bounce back up and down to the mat as PRL does a springboard Vertical Suplex on Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

Springboard vertical suplex! That is an incredible move. Shades of Terry Blanchard right there.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning spits at the crowd and then heads to the ropes. Five Knuckle Shuffle onto The Mad Cappa to loud boos.

 

Jesse:

I love that move! That is PRL at his cockiest!

 

JR:

He needs to stop being cocky and start concentrating on actually winning this match. He is the favorite in this match. Cappa is the underdog!

 

PRL goes for the cover. It gets a two count. PRL applies an arm-bar on The Mad Cappa. The crowd is booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL jaws with the fans as he continues applying the arm-bar on Cappa. The camera does a close-up of TMC’s face, which is in pain. The camera does a close-up of PRL’s dreadlock covered face, which has a psychotic look on it. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa being controlled by Puerto Rican Lightning. PRL is intent; he is OBSESSED with retiring The Mad Cappa tonight. He wants to get rid of this thorn on his side for the past year. He wants to cripple The Mad Cappa. He wants to make him suffer. He is sadistic and evil.

 

PRL trashtalks Mad Cappa, when he starts to get up. He kneels on knee, with the arm-bar still applied. Cappa uses his left arm to grab PRL’s dreadlocks. He gets up and grabs his right arm and stops the arm-bar with an arm-wringer.

 

JR:

And The Mad Cappa is coming back!

 

The Mad Cappa holds onto the arm-wringer with PRL yelling in pain. He punches the arm and then shoves PRL into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but PRL ducks, and brings Cappa down with an Edge-O-Matic. He goes for the cover.

 

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THE MAD CAPPA KICKS OUT AT 2.

 

PRL grabs Cappa and chokes him with his hands. He then grabs Cappa by his hair and chokes him on the ring ropes.

 

JR:

PRL, now going for the repaired larynx. PRL crushed Cappa’s larynx back in May of last year, but it is now repaired. And now PRL is targeting it, hoping it leads to the end of Cappa’s career tonight.

 

Jesse:

This shows that the training with Vitamin X has paid off. PRL is smarter and more prepared to fight Cappa tonight then he has the last 3 times they’ve fought. He’s studied Cappa tapes. He’s learned from the past. He is not about to go home tonight empty-handed!

 

PRL lays Cappa’s throat on the top rope. PRL pulls the top rope up, causing Cappa throat to hit the rope. Mad Cappa bounces onto the mat, clutching his throat. PRL goes for the cover.

 

1…

 

 

 

 

KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa kicks out at one. He is not giving up tonight!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning jaws with the fans as Cappa sweats and breathes hard. He struggles to get up and coughs. PRL kicks him in the gut. He whips him into the ropes, and follows with a spinning heel kick. Lightning picks up Mad Cappa and gives him a Russian Legsweep. Lightning heads to the top rope and sneers at the crowd. Moonsault onto The Mad Cappa.

 

Jesse:

A beautiful moonsault onto The Mad Cappa. PRL got some great height on that moonsault. A perfect 10! No wait. A perfect 20!

 

JR:

PRL with a picture perfect moonsault on The Mad Cappa. He’s going for the cover again.

 

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2….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three---NO!!!

 

JR:

And The Mad Cappa kicks out just in the nick of time!

 

Jesse:

Aw no! The Mad Cappa was this close to having his career-ended right there.

 

PRL starts to become frustrated. He is sweating and breathing hard. The Puerto Rico flag facepaint on his cheeks is starting to fade. PRL curses The Mad Cappa out and then picks him up. He punches The Mad Cappa several times and whips him into the ropes. He follows with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He waits for The Mad Cappa to get up. The crowd is still booing and is buzzing. Some fans chant “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” P.R. does a spinning wheel kick onto Cappa.

 

JR:

And now Puerto Rican Lightning with a spinning wheel kick on The Mad Cappa!

 

Jesse:

I tell ya, we are just seconds away from The Mad Cappa’s career coming to an end, Jim Ross. Just seconds away. This is all going to end at really, really soon.

 

PRL trashtalks Cappa and slaps him. The crowd boos.

 

JR:

What a sign of disrespect!

 

Jesse:

Make no mistake, JR. The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning HATE each other! They do NOT like each other. They hate each other’s guts. And this match will settle their hate once and for all.

 

PRL whips The Mad Cappa into a turnbuckle. PRL kicks Cappa in the face and stomps a mudhole in him. The crowd boos loudly as PRL then uses his right foot to choke The Mad Cappa’s throat. Cappa screams and coughs, straining, trying to escape. PRL yells “COME ON HERO! COME ON HERO! DO YOU FEEL THIS? DO YOU FEEL THIS? COME ON YOU PIECE OF TRASH! COME ON MAD CRAPPA! YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!”

 

JR:

Now this is not right. This maybe a No Disqualification Match, but come on! This is enough! There is no need for this! There is no need for this at all! For Gawd sakes! This man has a repaired larynx! This may cause it to break again! The larynx is sensitive!

 

Jesse:

PRL is just taking a No Disqualification stipulation to his advantage. There is nothing wrong with what PRL is doing. This is all legal. This is all okay.

 

PRL chokes Cappa with his right boot and then let’s go. As The Mad Cappa struggles to get up, PRL stops and poses. He laughs evilly and smiles evilly as the crowd boos loudly. 74,000 fans chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL sneers at the crowd and flips them the middle finger. The crowd boos even louder because of this. Some even throw garbage into the ring. PRL sneers and then grabs The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

What a cocky, arrogant Puerto Rican Champion we have.

 

Jesse:

He is the greatest wrestler ever to hold the OaOasT Puerto Rican Title. This match is going to PRL. He is going win. He is going to retain the Puerto Rican Championship. He is going to retire The Mad Cappa tonight infront of 74,000 fans at the Pontiac Silverdome at AngleMania III, and the millions watching this on pay-per-view. The Mad Cappa will be humiliated tonight.

 

JR:

But remember the Yogi Berra saying, “It ain’t over, till it’s over.”

 

PRL Irish Whips Cappa to the ropes, and gives him a dropkick. PRL spits in Cappa’s face and blows his nose in his face. The crowd boos. Puerto Rican Lightning hits a F.U. Elbow onto The Mad Cappa. He waits for Cappa to get up. He trashtalks him. When Cappa is on his knees, PRL hits a shining wizard onto The Mad Cappa’s face. The crowd groans. The Lightning Crew applauds their leader, with the camera cutting to Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez smiling. The camera cuts to the IntenseZone wrestlers with concern on their faces. The camera cuts to “Shooter” Jay Darring cheering Cappa on.

 

JR:

Different reactions from the Lightning Crew and the IntenseZone superstars.

 

Jesse:

The Lightning Crew is getting ready to party tonight. They are going to have a night on the town after this match! PRL will be victorious tonight. And PRL is going for the cover!

 

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2.999999999999999999

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICK OUT!!!

 

PRL becomes frustrated. He heads to the top rope and flips Cappa the middle finger. He leaps off with a diving headbutt onto The Mad Cappa. He goes for the cover.

 

 

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JR:

And The Mad Cappa kicks out. PRL picks up The Mad Cappa once again.

 

P.R. hits a vertical suplex on The Mad Cappa. He rolls up and then does another vertical suplex on Cappa. P.R. rolls up again and does a third vertical suplex on The Mad Cappa. The crowd boos very loudly as Lightning gets up and jaws with the fans. He grabs The Mad Cappa and whips him into the ropes. PRL follows with a drop toehold that sends Cappa’s throat onto the second rope. Cappa coughs as the crowd stands up. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and boo loudly when Puerto Rican Lightning gets a psychotic look on his face.

 

Jesse:

I think I know what Puerto Rican Lightning is thinking now.

 

JR:

This is not good news for The Mad One. Not good at all.

 

PRL yells out “7-8-7!” Tha Puerto Rican heads to the ropes, runs, and hits the 7-8-7 on The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

7-8-7! The Mad Cappa has been hit with a 7-8-7!

 

Jesse:

Wine me. Dine me. 7-8-7 me.

 

P.R. Lightning sneers at the crowd. He gets on the top rope and waits for The Mad Cappa to get up. When he does, PRL hits the West Coast Pop on him. He goes for the cover.

 

JR:

And he follows with a West Coast Pop! Cover. 1! 2! NO!!! This match has been going on for 10 minutes now, and there looks to be no end in sight. PRL and The Mad Cappa are intent on tearing each other apart. The last 10 minutes have been action-packed and fast paced. Both men are now showing signs of fatigued. PRL’s facepaint is nearly gone. Cappa is breathing hard. Both men are giving it their 100% to be the winner tonight at AngleMania III the greatest AngleMania of them all!

 

PRL chokes Mad Cappa again. The crowd is buzzing. They are getting hyper and hyper and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL tries to kick Cappa in the gut, but Cappa grabs his right boot. However, PRL hits an enzuguri with the left boot to boos. Cappa does a somersault onto the mat. PRL picks Cappa up.

JR:

Neckbreaker!

 

The crowd quiets down as PRL grabs TMC and Irish whips him into the ropes. He follows with a Samoan Drop. He goes for a cover. It gets a two count. Lightning grabs Cappa and whips him into the ropes again, and follows with a Sleeperhold.

 

Jesse:

Now it is Puerto Rican Lightning’s turn to use the Sleeperhold! It is his turn to attack!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa is caught in the Sleeperhold! Can he escape like PRL did? Can he survive? Can he survive?

 

The Mad Cappa struggles to escape. Cappa flails his arms around until he grabs Lightning’s dreadlocks. He hits a jawbreaker on PRL to a loud pop.

 

JR:

And The Mad Cappa escapes!

 

PRL bounces back up. Cappa kicks PRL in the gut and goes for a BUST A CAP, but PRL escapes, shoves Cappa into the ropes, kicks him in the gut, and hits a double underhook DDT on The Mad Cappa. PRL sports a cocky smirk on his face as the crowd boos. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL goes for the cover. It gets a two count. Lightning kicks Cappa in the gut, however, The Mad Cappa gets a random spurt of energy and starts punching Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa, now with a second wind! Cappa now laying into Puerto Rican Lightning with rights and lefts! He is coming back!

 

The Mad Cappa punches PRL. He Irish whips him into a turnbuckle. However, PRL reverses. However Cappa reverses, and sends PRL, backfirst out of the ring, flipping over the top rope onto the floor. The crowd “Aahhhhhsssss.” Some chant “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD what an incredible move! PRL must be hurt.

 

The camera cuts to PRL lying face-first on the floor. The Lightning Crew all worry while the IZ wrestlers cheer. K-NESS yells out “LET’S GO CAPPA!”

 

Jesse:

I don’t believe Cappa would stoop so low. Hitting PRL like that! That was horrible.

JR:

The Mad Cappa sent Puerto Rican Lightning to the outside. PRL backflipped out of the ring onto the padding. He is now lying on the floor, face-first. And now it looks like Cappa maybe heading out of the ring.

 

Jesse:

Look out PRL! You don’t know what The Mad Cappa will do! He is furious! He wants revenge. He wants PRL to suffer. He hates him for what he has done to him. He hates him for what he has done to the OaOasT.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa is fightning, not just for his career, but for each and every IntenseZone superstar out here tonight. And they are all here watching this match live in progress. They all want a front row seat to see, what they hope, is the end of Puerto Rican Lightning’s Puerto Rican Title reign and the beginning of The Mad Cappa’s reign. They want to see a dawn of a new era!

 

Jesse:

So much is on the line. Not just pride, not just glory, not just history. But a title and a career are also on the line. The pressure is unbelievable.

 

The Mad Cappa grabs PRL and throws him back into the ring. He heads to the top rope and waits for PRL to get up.

 

JR:

Cappa is waiting, ready to strike PRL once again.

 

The Mad Cappa hits PRL with a missile dropkick. The crowd cheers loudly and stands up. Cappa covers PRL.

 

JR:

1! 2! THIS COULD BE IT! NO IT IS NOT! MUCH TO THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF THIS CROWD!

 

Jesse:

1 second away! The Mad Cappa was one second away from becoming the Puerto Rican Champion!

 

The Mad Cappa beats on PRL. He drops several knees on Puerto Rican Lightning with the crowd cheering him on. Some fans chant “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” X-Factor on PRL. Cappa grabs PRL, who are both tired and breathing hard. Cappa takes PRL to a turnbuckle. Cappa gives PRL a middle finger and then takes him to the top rope. Cappa spits in PRL’s face and then grabs P.R. Lightning and hits It’s Showtime! The crowd pops loudly as TMC and PRL lie in the center of the ring, both tired and breathing hard and sweating.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa just gave Puerto Rican Lightning the “It’s Showtime!” Curtain Call from the top rope! That is one of his finishing maneavauers! And now both men are out on the mat. But the referee cannot do a 10 count since this is a No Disqualification Match. There MUST be a winner tonight! There MUST be a victor!

 

Jesse:

I think that “its Showtime!” from the top rope took energy out of both guys. The Mad Cappa is not hurrying up to pin PRL when he has the perfect oppturnity to do so. This may cause him. This may cause him the win.

 

The Mad Cappa slowly crawls over to Puerto Rican Lightning. The crowd is cheering loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Cappa finally crawls on top of PRL. The referee counts.

 

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2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thre—KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

NO!!! Tha Puerto Rican is still in this match!

 

Jesse:

YES! I knew he would! I know Puerto Rican Lightning! I know that it takes a lot to bring him down for good. PRL knows what is at stake tonight. If he wins, not only does he retain his title, but he finally, FINALLY gets rid of the pest that has been on his shoulder for these last 365 days. Cappa talks about how “Paybacks Are Hell”? Well, he will learn tonight that PRL is the better man, and the greatest wrestler the OaOasT has ever and will ever see.

JR:

I am not so sure that I agree with you on that statement, but both men are now getting up. This isn’t a match. This is a fight. One man is fightning to keep his title. While the other man is fightning to keep his career. Spinebuster on Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

The Mad Cappa slowly gets up again. The crowd is going crazy. Cappa picks up P.R. and places him between his legs. He lifts Puerto Rican Lightning up…and brings him down with a Cappabomb to a loud pop.

 

JR:

CAPPABOMB! CAPPABOMB! CAPPABOMB! THE MAD CAPPA PLANTS PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WITH A CAPPABOMB!

 

Jesse:

Come on Puerto Rican Lightning! GET UP! COME ON DAMNIT! GET UP!

 

The Mad Cappa covers PRL.

 

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2 ½

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 2/4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 ¾

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.99999999999999999999999999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICK OUT!!!!!

 

JR:

AND PRL KICKS OUT!!! PRL kicks out just in the nick of time!

 

Jesse:

Puerto Rican Lightning shows The Mad Cappa why he is talented right there! He surprised Cappa with that kick out. Cappa thought that was the end. He got cocky. He got arrogant. He thought it was over. But it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, and she hasn’t sung yet. We still got a lot more to go because PRL will not go down without a fight!

 

JR:

PRL and The Mad Cappa are back up once again. Both men are tired. Both men are sweating. Both men are fatigued. PRL’s facepaint is almost gone. His hair is matted. And they are now slugging it out.

 

Cappa gets the better of Puerto Rican Lightning. He grabs Puerto Rican Lightning and lifts him up. He brings him down to the mat, and then chops his throat to the mat. The Final Cut. He goes for the cover. It gets a two count. Cappa gets angry and grabs Puerto Rican Lightning again.

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Cappa waits, and charges at PRL. However, Tha Puerto Rican lifts Mad Cappa up, backbody dropping him over the top rope onto the floor.

 

JR:

And now The Mad Cappa in on the floor!

 

Jesse:

I tell ya, Jim Ross, you gotta get up pretty early to outsmart Puerto Rican Lightning! His training with Vitamin X is paying off. He is intelligent. He has studied Mad Cappa. He was prepared. He was ready. Only PRL could pull something like that off. What a move by Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

The crowd boos loudly. PRL smiles his cocky, evil smile. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Puerto Rican Lightning does the “UP YOURS!” sign to the crowd and then gives them the middle finger. The crowd is still booing. Some throw garbage into the ring. The Mad Cappa is still lying on the floor with The Lightning Crew standing next to him. The IntenseZone wrestlers are now worry, showing concern for Cappa. PRL sneers at the crowd. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez saids to the camera “That’s my man! That’s my man!” Colombian Heat saids “That’s my boy! That’s my boy!”

 

JR:

The IntenseZone wrestlers are very concerned obviously.

 

Jesse:

The IntenseZone wrestlers are watching their fellow comrade be dismantled by PRL. They are going to see one less IZ wrestler after this match is over.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning heads to the ropes and does a baseball slide into Mad Cappa’s face when he has his head on the ring apron. The crowd boos again. He then heads to the ropes and waits for The Mad Cappa to get up. When he does, PRL jumps up and does a tope’ suicida onto The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

AND OH MY! THE MAD CAPPA IS HIT BY PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WITH AN INCREDIBLE MOVE!

 

Jesse:

That was tope suicida by PRL! That is a move he learned from Lucha Libre in Mexico as The Lightning Kid. And he is using that move tonight at OaOasT AngleMania III. He is using all he could think of to take The Mad Cappa down. And The Mad Cappa is down.

 

JR:

Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa are now down on the floor on the outside. They are both not moving. That tope suicida took a lot out of Puerto Rican Lightning as well as The Mad Cappa.

 

Jesse:

I can feel it, Jim Ross. I can feel it. We are only seconds away. JUST SECONDS AWAY. From the end of The Mad Cappa’s career. We are almost there. All PRL has to do is get Cappa back into the ring. 3 slaps to the mat and Cappa’s career is over.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning have taken an equal amount of abuse in this contest.

 

Jesse:

And neither man is ready to throw in the towel. They are still both standing. This match will end when one of them is crippled!

 

The camera cuts to the IntenseZone wrestlers watching at ringside. “Shooter” Jay Darring whispers something into Lauren Gellar’s ear. Lauren smiles and gets up from her seat and runs to the entrance. Reject, Y2Jailbait, and Stephen Joseph are chanting “LET’S GO CAP-PA! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET’S GO CAP-PA! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*” Lauren Gellar exits through the entrance just as PRL and Cappa get up.

 

JR:

Where did Lauren go?

 

Jesse:

Jay probably told her to go back to the dressing room since PRL is now on the outside, and he is afraid that PRL may hurt Lauren again. That paranoid douche bag. He knows he can’t take on PRL by himself, so he has Lauren go back to the dressing room like a coward.

 

JR:

Will you stop?

 

Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa brawl through the ringside area while the crowd cheers, buzzing with heat. PRL and Cappa yell and curse at each other, in between punching and kicking each other. PRL and Cappa try to slam each other’s head into a ringpost, but fail. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Lightning lowblows Mad Cappa and sends him into a ringpost.

 

JR:

This fight is a No Disqualification Match and these two young men are taking it to their advantage as the fight has now reached the outside where it is no holds barred. Weapons can be used. And there are a lot of weapons outside of the ring.

 

PRL short clotheslines Mad Cappa. He then punches him until they reach the HeldDOWN announcer’s table. PRL smacks Cappa’s head onto the table. Cappa bounces back up, only to be brought back down again. PRL flips Mad Cappa off and then lifts him up, bringing his throat down on the edge of the table. This causes Michael Cole, Jonathon “Da Coach” Coachman, and Caboose to get up. Caboose yells out “Keep this IZ crap out of the HeldDOWN area!” PRL trashtalks to Mad Cappa in between slamming his head on the HeldDOWN announcer’s table.

 

JR:

Now the fight has even crossed over to HeldDOWN! They are now fightning at the HeldDOWN announcer’s table, and Michael Cole, Da Coach, and Caboose, better get out of the way.

 

Jesse:

Hey, I got no problem with this. PRL is so big a star he appears on both shows!

 

PRL whips Cappa into one of the sofas. Mad Cappa bounces back up, so PRL clotheslines him. Tha Puerto Rican takes Michael Cole’s water bottle and drinks it. He then spits the water back out at Mad Cappa’s face causing the crowd to boo even more. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL drags TMC out of Sofa Central. Caboose yells out “And stay out you IZ pieces of crap! HeldDOWN is the superior show!” PRL and The Mad Cappa brawl up to the IntenseZone announcer’s table.

 

JR:

And now it looks like the fight is coming this way. Look out!

 

PRL whips The Mad Cappa into the announcer’s table. Cappa slides to the edge of table where PRL beats on his face. The crowd is hyper, cheering for Mad Cappa to get up. Lightning takes JR’s fan and uses it on Cappa’s forehead. The crowd boos louder and louder as P.R. takes a cable cord and chokes Mad Cappa with it.

 

JR:

PRL showing no mercy to Mad Cappa, after running away from him for exactly a year!

 

Jesse:

He wasn’t running away from him! He was not ready for a match. He didn’t want to half-ass it. He wanted to give Mad Cappa 100%. And that is why they are having this match tonight. This PRL at 100%. He is showing you why he is the Puerto Rican Champion right now.

 

PRL shoves The Mad Cappa to the floor. He jaws with the fans at ringside and sneers at the crowd. He trashtalks Mad Cappa, who is lying on the floor struggling to get up. PRL grabs JR’s headset, shoves him down, and puts it on. He spits at the crowd and speaks.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

AngleMania III, Sunday March 28, 2004, Puerto Rican Championship match. Tha Puerto Rican is showing the world, and the millions upon millions upon millions of his fans why he is the best damn Puerto Rican Champion there ever was, and why he is the best wrestler there ever will be!

 

Jesse:

You tell them champ! Tell the people!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning:

I have been training for this match. I am mentally, physically, and emotionally in better shape than I ever been in my entire life. I am ready. I am showing you right now. Look at Mad Cappa. Look at The Mad CRAPPA! Look at pathetic he is. Crawling around like a baby. He is no match for my power. No match for my strength. Look at that pathetic weakling. It looks like a monkey went to a bathroom, took a 185 lb. Pile of crap, and out came The Mad Cappa! He is the biggest piece of trash on God’s green earth. And when I get through with him, he will be regretting the day he ever messed with Puerto Rican Lightning when I end his career! And that’s the truth, Ruth! If ya smelllllllllllllllllllllll what Tha Puerto Rican is cook—AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

 

The Mad Cappa smashes the ringbell across Puerto Rican Lightning’s face, sending him down to the floor and without his headset. The crowd is going crazy, as The Mad Cappa punches PRL, laying into him with rights and lefts, cursing, yelling, and screaming along the way. The crowd cheers as Cappa flips PRL off and slams his face onto the announcer’s table. He does it again. And again. And again. And again. PRL becomes dizzy and dazed and Cappa clotheslines him over the table onto the floor. The crowd cheers, chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” The Mad Cappa beats on Puerto Rican Lightning as JR gets his headset back.

 

JR:

Testing. Testing. Is this on?

 

Jesse:

You’re on JR. I can hear you. And I am now pissed. The Mad CRAPPA has surprised puerto Rican Lightning again! Now, PRL is getting an undeserved beating!

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa has exploded! He is unleashing everything he has wanted to do to Puerto Rican Lightning since Lightning put him in the hospital back in May! This match has no degenerated into a brawl! And it looks like Mad Cappa now has the advantage!

 

The Mad Cappa grabs PRL and brings down on the announcer’s table. He grabs Jesse “The Body” Ventura’s water bottle and drinks from it. He then spits the water back at PRL, causing the crowd to pop loudly.

 

JR:

And now a bit of karmic revenge on the part of Mad Cappa!

 

Jesse:

That was a $5.00 water bottle you idiot!

 

The Mad Cappa gets the crowd hyped up. PRL stands dazed and confused. Cappa grabs PRL and tries to suplex him. However, PRL holds on. Cappa tries again, but PRL refuses to move. Finally, Cappa tries once more, however, P.R. reverses and gives TMC a suplex through the IntenseZone announcer’s table to a pop.

 

JR:

MY GOD! MY GOD! THE MAD CAPPA IS BROKEN IN HALF!

 

Jesse:

Forget about The Mad Cappa! Our table has been broken! We need to get ANOTHER table.

 

JR:

There is a human being lying in the wreckage of our table! What about him!

 

Jesse:

It’s The Mad Cappa! I don’t care!

 

The crowd boos loudly. Someone throws a beer cup at PRL’s face. PRL is a little dazed and dizzy, and is having trouble standing up. But he still manages to flip the crowd off and laugh evilly. He smiles evilly as he stands over The Mad Cappa, who is knocked out on the floor lying in the midst of the broken pieces of the IntenseZone announcer’s table. PRL spits at Cappa’s face and saids “Piece of crap!” The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew who are applauding their leader. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez leads the cheering. The camera cuts to the IntenseZone wrestlers who are now more concerned. “Shooter” Jay Darring looks to the entrance hoping someone comes out. PRL trashtalks The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

Two different reactions to what we just saw. The Lightning Crew are loving this. The IntenseZone competitors are showing concern.

 

Jesse:

The Lightning Crew can feel this. The Lightning Crew can feel the tide shifting to PRL. They can feel the match being finished. They can feel the end is near. They can feel it!

 

JR:

The match is still going on. There is no winner yet. This match has gone on for a while, but PRL and Cappa won’t give up.

 

Tha Puerto Rican grabs the ringbell to boos. He also grabs the hammer and waits for The Mad Cappa to get up. The camera does a close-up of PRL’s face. P.R. Lightning sneers at the struggling Cappa. Cappa barely stands up, but PRL places the ringbell on top of Cappa’s face, and slams the hammer on it, making a loud *DING* sound. Cappa falls on one knee. The crowd boos. PRL grabs Cappa by his shirt and throws him back into the ring.

 

JR:

And now the match heads back to the ring, which is pretty bad for Cappa, since pinfalls count in the ring.

 

Jesse:

PRL knows that he has Cappa right where he wants him. The training with Vitamin X has paid off. He knows Cappa very well. He can finish him off now!

 

The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL sneers at the crowd and tells them to shut up. He heads to the top rope. The crowd boos even louder, although some are cheering. PRL looks at Mad Cappa with a sadistic look on his face. The crowd stands up. The Mad Cappa lies in the center of the ring, breathing hard, sweating, and not moving with his eyes closed. PRL’s Puerto Rican flag facepaint on his cheeks are gone.

 

JR:

And now PRL is at the top again.

 

Jesse:

I know what he is going for. The fans know exactly what he is going for. He can feel it.

 

The 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome stand up and boo. P.R. removes his left elbowpad and throws it to the crowd. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez cheers her boyfriend on as P.R. does the international “UP YOURS!” signal to the crowd. Tha Puerto Rican jumps off the top rope with the F.U. Elbow Drop. It hits The Mad Cappa to a face pop.

 

JR:

The F.U. Elbow Drop connects on The Mad Cappa.

 

Jesse:

Correction. That is an AngleMania F.U. Elbow Drop. There was a little more “oomph” to that elbow drop than the usual ones.

 

JR:

PRL going for the cover. This could be it!

 

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KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

And no! The Mad Cappa is still in this matchup!

 

Jesse:

I don’t know what he is using. I don’t know how The Mad Cappa is able to still be fightning! He should be dead following what he has gone through tonight! He didn’t expect Puerto Rican Lightning to be this aggressive. He didn’t expect this at all. He expected a coward Puerto Rican Lightning. What he got was a monster!

 

JR:

The match has already been memorable. And now 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan are chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” PRL is now looking frustrated.

 

Jesse:

Can you blame him?

 

PRL looks at the crowd and then sneers at Cappa. He grabs Cappa and shoves him into the ropes. Cappa bounces backwards, and is grabbed by PRL and driven to the mat with a German Suplex. PRL follows with a second German Suplex. Followed by a third German Suplex, all to loud, loud boos.

 

JR:

And now Puerto Rican Lightning with a hat trick. Three straight German Suplexes on The Mad Cappa.

 

Jesse:

And now P.R.L. is going up top once again. He wants to finish The Mad Cappa with style!

 

The crowd starts booing loudly and chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as Puerto Rican Lightning climbs to the top rope.

 

JR:

What is Tha Puerto Rican thinking of doing now? He has been to the top rope several times in this match.

 

Jesse:

I’m sure that he has something creative up his sleeve.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning sneers at Cappa, and saids “FUCK YOU!” He then leaps off the top rope…with a shooting star press. And it connects on The Mad Cappa. The crowd is shocked. Some chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as PRL covers The Mad Cappa.

 

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THRE----NO!!!!

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD~!!! The shooting star press wasn’t enough to end The Mad Cappa’s career!

 

Jesse:

How is that possible? Where is The Mad Cappa getting this? Where is he getting the strength to kick out of all these moves?

 

JR:

I do not know, but I do know that PRL is just a tad bit angry now!

 

The crowd starts to become hot again as PRL yells “STAY DOWN YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! STAY DOWN!” The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL grabs The Mad Cappa and trashtalks to him. He chokes him out, but Mad Cappa spits in his face. The crowd pops.

 

Jesse:

What PRL should do, is grab the ringbell once again, and crush his larynx finishing the job.

 

PRL hits the Lightning Strike on The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

The Lightning Strike! That is Puerto Rican Lightning’s version of the diamond cutter! Could this be the end of The Mad Cappa’s career? Cover! 1! 2! And kick out!

 

The crowd cheers as Tha Puerto Rican grabs The Mad Cappa and sets him up. He hits the Latin Slam on Cappa to boos. He goes for the cover. It gets a two count. Lightning mutters “Bastard” and then climbs out to the ring apron. The crowd is still buzzing anticipation and chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” as PRL sneers at Cappa, hops onto the top rope, and does a springboard 450 splash onto The Mad Cappa—The San Juan Jam. He covers. 1….2…..KICK OUT!!! PRL gets up frustrated, furious, and picks The Mad Cappa up again. He trash talks some more and slaps him, then hooks him up and drives him down to the mat hard with a dangerous DDT. He goes for the cover for two. Lightning gets up and slaps his forehead 4 times. He then screams out and picks up Mad Cappa for a fourth time. He places The Mad Cappa between his legs, lifts him up, and places him behind him, giving him the Razor’s Edge. The crowd is booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL goes for the cover. 1….2……KICK OUT!!! The crowd is still hot as PRL grabs Cappa and gives him a bulldog. Cover. It gets two. The crowd cheers. The LC starts to show concern while the IntenseZone wrestlers cheer Mad Cappa on. PRL gets up and kicks Cappa in the face. He picks up Mad Cappa again and places him between his legs. He lifts up Cappa and gets into position and gives him the Lightning Bolt. He goes for the cover. 1….2….KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

Tha Puerto Rican is throwing everything but the kitchen sink at Mad Cappa. But The Mad Cappa will not stay down. He will not give up. He has heart. He has guts. He has determination.

 

Jesse:

I just don’t get it. PRL has used moves that normally would have been enough to pin a guy.

 

JR:

But The Mad Cappa will not stay down. He has kicked out of every single pinfall attempt. He will not quit. He has determination. He wants to win. He wants to keep his career. He wants to become OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion. He wants to defeat Puerto Rican Lightning once and for all. “Paybacks Are Hell”. That’s his battle cry.

 

Jesse:

That’s a bunch of hooey.

 

PRL beats on The Mad Cappa. He grabs Mad Cappa and lifts him up from behind. Tha Puerto Rican applies the Che Guevara Special on The Mad Cappa. The crowd goes crazy and boos loudly as the camera does a close-up of Mad Cappa screaming in pain. He yells as PRL saids “GIVE UP! GIVE UP! GIVE UP!” The crowd is booing while The LC cheer.

 

Jesse:

That’s the Che Guevara Special! That’s one of PRL’s signature moves! And he is probably tearing Cappa apart right now!

 

JR:

The Che Guevara Special is locked in tight. Puerto Rican Lightning with this submission move created by Gory Guerrero.

 

The crowd becomes hyper and claps their hands in unison. Cappa refuses to give up. PRL lifts Cappa up and drops him down for the “Free Puerto Rico Now!”

 

JR:

And now PRL does the Gory Bomb!

 

Jesse:

Amazing. PRL has done it again! What a great move, executed perfectly by the OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion!

 

P.R. Lightning goes for the cover.

 

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THREE-----NO!!!!

 

JR:

And The Mad Cappa kicks out just in the nick of time!

 

Jesse:

I don’t believe this! The Mad CRAPPA is actually not giving up. He is supposed to be weak. He is supposed to be nothing. Instead, he is actually fightning back!

 

JR:

The crowd is getting back into it. Puerto Rican Lightning has done everything he can to put Mad Cappa down, but he has gotten up. He CANNOT pin Mad Cappa.

 

Jesse:

Yes he can. Yes. He. Will.

 

Puerto Rican Lightning cannot believe that Cappa is still going. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” at PRL. PRL covers his ears. When that does not work, he slaps his forehead 4 times. When that doesn’t work, he screams at Cappa “STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER, STAY DOWN!!!” Puerto Rican Lightning is sweating, veins are popping, he is breathing hard, his Puerto Rico flag facepaint is gone, and he is sneering. He grabs TMC and punches him in the face. The Mad Cappa fights back. The two men engage in a slugfest. The crowd starts to get hyper and louder as Cappa nearly knocks down PRL.

 

JR:

And now Cappa is showing signs of a comeback. The comeback kid. The Mad Cappa is fightning to win the Puerto Rican Title and keep his career tonight at AngleMania III. He HAS to win this match. He CANNOT afford to lose. There is no going back, there is no tomorrow.

 

The Mad Cappa Irish whips P.R.L. to the ropes. However, Lightning reverses and gives Cappa a spinebuster. The crowd boos loudly. The Lightning Crew cheer loudly as The Mad Cappa lies in pain in the center of the ring. Cappa’s eyes are closed. Puerto Rican Lightning looks down at Cappa, and an evil smile appears on his face. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL gets into position to deliver the Puerto Rico Elbow.

 

JR:

And it looks like we may be seeing the Puerto Rico Elbow coming up!

 

Jesse:

74,000 people are on their feet awaiting the Elbow! This could be it! This could be the end. A special AngleMania III Puerto Rico Elbow!

 

Tha Puerto Rican removes his right elbowpad, and spits on it. He throws the elbowpad on top of Mad Cappa’s face. P.R. does some weird hand signals and then gives the crowd the middle finger to boos.

 

Jesse:

It is now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling NOT sports-entertainment, the Puerto Rico Elbow!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning bounces off the ropes, leaps over The Mad Cappa, bounces off the other ropes, and does several middle fingers directed to Cappa. He hits the Puerto Rico Elbow on The Mad Cappa to a loud face pop.

 

JR:

The Puerto Rico Elbow connects!

 

Jesse:

YES!

 

Tha Puerto Rican goes for the cover.

 

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KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

BUT THE MAD CAPPA IS STILL IN THIS CONTEST!

 

Jesse:

WHAT? I AM NOT SEEING THIS! I AM NOT SEEING THIS! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

 

JR:

IT IS HAPPENING! IT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW! AND THA PUERTO RICAN CANNOT BELIEVE IT!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning is shocked, but he calms himself down. He does the “UP YOURS!” signal to the crowd who boos him. He spits in their direction as the crowd fires up the “P.R. SUCKS!” chant again. PRL jaws with the fans at ringside and flips them off. He spits in their direction and then climbs the top rope. The crowd stands up as The Mad Cappa still lies on the mat. PRL orders Mad Cappa to get up.

 

JR:

What could Puerto Rican Lightning possibly have planned now?

 

Jesse:

It’s another high-flying move, but I wonder, which move it’ll be.

 

The Mad Cappa starts to get up. He sits up and starts to crawl. PRL yells at Cappa to get up. TMC gets on one knee.

 

JR:

PRL gets ready for his attack.

 

Tha Puerto Rican sneer, and when The Mad Cappa gets up, dazed, confused, tired, breathing hard, and sweating, PRL laughs evilly and leaps off the top with a flying crossbody drop. Suddenly, The Mad Cappa catches PRL and bodyslams him onto the mat to a loud pop.

 

JR:

OH MY!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS JUST USED A BURST OF ENERGY TO BODYSLAM P.R. ONTO THE MAT!

 

Jesse:

HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!!!

 

JR:

I DO NOT KNOW!!! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY CAPPA FOUND THE STRENGTH TO CATCH PRL BEFORE HE DID THE FLYING CROSSBODY! GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY WHAT A MOVE!!!

 

The camera shows a replay of the move.

 

Jesse:

That was just luck. No way can The Mad Cappa actually be still healthy. This match has last 20 some odd minutes and he has been beaten on the majority of them. He cannot still be standing. This is impossible! That was just one second. He cannot be making the comeback!

 

JR:

And if The Mad Cappa wins, then there is nothing Puerto Rican Lightning can do about it, since the Puerto Rican Championship Rulebook has been absolved, and the belt is an official OaOasT Title!

 

Jesse:

That was a disgusting powerplay by Stephen Joseph! That was just horrible! That was unfair! That was terrible!

 

The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” TMC holds onto the ropes, to get up. Puerto Rican Lightning lies on the mat, not moving. The camera does a close-up of his face in pain. Cappa grabs PRL’s leg and slightly lifts him up. He then slightly kneels and applies the Walls of Cappa on Puerto Rican Lightning to a loud pop. The crowd cheers loudly as PRL screams in pain as the Walls of Cappa is applied. The Mad Cappa screams trying to get PRL to quit. The crowd is cheering loudly.

 

JR:

THE WALLS OF CAPPA! THE WALLS OF CAPPA! THE WALLS OF CAPPA! THE MAD CAPPA HAS APPLIED ONE OF HIS FINISHING MANEAVAURS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! HE IS APPLYING THE HOLD SINCE HIS CAREER DEPENDS ON IT! HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! HE MUST DO IT!

 

Jesse:

NO! NO! NO! WHAT IS GOING ON! THE MAD CAPPA HAS PRL IN THE WALLS OF CAPPA! THE MAD CAPPA IS IN CONTROL! THIS IS SOME NIGHTMARE! HOW CAN THE MAD CAPPA BE DOMINATING PRL?

The crowd is still cheering. Meanwhile, The Lightning Crew are rooting for PRL to escape, while the IntenseZone wrestlers stand up from their seats and are rooting for The Mad Cappa to submit. The camera does a close-up of PRL’s and Mad Cappa’s faces. They are both screaming and in pain while PRL is crying. The Mad Cappa clenches the hold tighter, yelling at PRL to submit. The IntenseZone wrestlers are chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA!”

 

JR:

PRL MUST HOLD ON! HE HAS TO HOLD ON IF HE WANTS TO KEEP HIS PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP! HE MUST HOLD ON IF HE WANTS TO WIN! HE MUST HOLD ON IF HE WANTS TO RETIRE THE MAD CAPPA!

 

Jesse:

COME ON PRL! DO NOT TAP OUT! DO NOT TAP OUT! I KNOW IT HURTS BUT DO NOT GIVE UP! YOU WANT THE MAD CAPPA OUT OF THE OAOAST! YOU HAVE TO NOT SUBMIT! IT IS THE ONLY WAY!

 

JR:

THE PAIN PRL MUST BE FEELING! HE IS SCREAMING HIS LUNGS OUT! HE HAS TO SUBMIT IF HE WANTS TO STOP THE PAIN! HE MUST FIGHT THROUGH IF NOT!

 

PRL tries to grab the ropes, but The Mad Cappa pulls him back causing the crowd to cheer louder. The crowd is at a fever pitch as the Walls of Cappa is still being applied.

 

JR:

THE TITLE IS SLIPPING AWAY FROM HIS HANDS! PRL COULD FEEL THE PUERTO RICAN TITLE SLIP AWAY FROM HIS HANDS!

 

PRL tries to get closer and closer, as Cappa fights to pull back. However, Puerto Rican Lightning grabs the bottom rope stopping the hold. The crowd boos loudly.

 

Jesse:

YES! YES! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! WAY TO GO PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! WAY TO GO!

 

JR:

PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WAS IN THE WALLS OF CAPPA FOR 2 MINUTES! HE MUST BE IN A LARGE AMOUNT OF PAIN FOLLOWING THAT SUBMISSION HOLD! THE MAD CAPPA IS NOW PISSED AND NOW KNOWS HE CAN WIN! HE KNOWS THAT HE CAN BECOME THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION! HE KNOWS IT IN HIS HEART!

 

Jesse:

PRL MADE IT TO THE ROPES! THERE IS STILL HOPE! THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR THE MILLIONS OF PUERTO RICAN FANS! THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR THE LIGHTNING CREW! THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!

 

The Mad Cappa curses at Puerto Rican Lightning and then picks him up. He punches PRL in the face several times and whips him into the ropes. He grabs Lightning and gives him a spinebuster. Cappa trash talks PRL and then picks him up again. He flips him the middle finger, and then drives him down to the mat with a reverse DDT. TMC beats on PRL some more and then Irish whips him into a turnbuckle. However, PRL reverses, and whips Cappa into the turnbuckle. But, The Mad Cappa climbs up to the top rope, and does a side swinging moonsault onto PRL to a loud pop. He covers Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

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THRE---NO!!! PRL’s right foot is on the bottom rope.

 

JR:

That was NOT the finish.

 

Jesse:

That is true. PRL’s foot was on the bottom rope. Good call by the referee. His first good call of this match!

 

JR:

But it looks like The Mad Cappa is not done yet. He is still continuing his assault on Puerto Rican Lightning!

 

Jesse:

He won’t leave PRL alone. He HAS to attack. He wants to win this more than PRL wants to win because his career is on the line!

 

The crowd is now cheering following the last pinfall attempt. They are the hottest they’ve been the entire match. The Mad Cappa curses PRL and beats on him. He waits for PRL to get up.

 

JR:

It looks like The Mad Cappa maybe going for the finish. It looks like this is it. This is the end. Cappa is ready to finish this match once and for all.

 

PRL slowly gets up. When he does, The Mad Cappa tries to kick him in the gut. However, PRL catches his right leg and flips him the middle finger. PRL spears Cappa down and then grabs his legs. He puts his right leg in between Cappa’s legs and turns around, sitting down and applying the sharpshooter on The Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! THA PUERTO RICAN HAS APPLIED THE SHARPSHOOTER ON THE MAD CAPPA!

 

Jesse:

HA! HA! HA! It looks like The Mad Cappa is only seconds away from submitting! The Mad One can feel it. He can feel his career slipping away! He can feel his dreams ending. His career is only seconds away from ending. I just know it! It’s almost over! The match is about to end!

 

The crowd is still going crazy. The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew all becoming hyper and clenching the ring apron yelling and laughing at Mad Cappa. The IntenseZone wrestlers are still on their feet, rooting for Mad Cappa. They are now more worry than they were before. K-NESS is biting his nails. Shuffle is screaming for The Mad Cappa not to submit. Jay keeps looking back at the entrance. The camera does close-ups of PRL and The Mad Cappa. Cappa is screaming in pain, while PRL is yelling, laughing evilly.

 

JR:

HOW LONG CAN THE MAD CAPPA LAST IN THE SHARPSHOOTER? HOW LONG CAN CAPPA TAKE THE PAIN? HOW LONG BEFORE HE SUBMITS? WILL HE SUBMIT? WILL THIS BE THE LAST NIGHT OF THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER? WILL HE BE DEFEATED?

 

Jesse:

YES! YES! YES! THE MAD CAPPA IS NO MATCH FOR PRL! THIS PROVES IT! HE’S GOING TO TAP OUT! HE WILL TAP OUT! HE WILL TAP OUT TO THE SHARPSHOOTER! HE WILL TAP OUT!

 

The crowd is still going crazy as The Mad Cappa tries to grab the ropes. PRL pulls him back, still applying the sharpshooter. PRL pulls back, making the hold tighter, causing Cappa to scream. The referee asks Cappa if he gives up, Cappa screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

 

JR:

YOU HEARD THAT! HE SAID NO! CAPPA SAID HE WILL NOT SUBMIT! HE SAID HE WILL NOT QUIT! CAPPA IS FIGHTNING THROUGH THE PAIN! HE DOES NOT WANT TO QUIT! CAPPA IS FIGHTNING! STRUGGLING! HE WANTS TO WIN! HE NEEDS TO WIN!

 

Jesse:

LOOK AT THE PAIN IN HIS FACE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE WILL LAST IN THE SHARPSHOOTER FOR LONG! OF COURSE HE WILL NOT! HE IS NOT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! HE IS NOT GOING TO LAST!

 

The crowd is still cheering as The Mad Cappa inches closer and closer to the ropes. PRL cannot believe it.

 

JR:

COME ON KID! COME ON CAPPA! REACH THE ROPES! REACH THE ROPES!

 

Jesse:

AND YOU SAY THAT I AM A BIASED ANNOUNCER! THIS IS RIDICOLOUS!

 

The Mad Cappa inches closer and closer with the crowd cheering loudly.

 

JR:

HE’S ALMOST THERE! HE’S ALMOST GOT IT!

 

The Mad Cappa struggles, groaning, and straining, but his left hand grabs the bottom rope to loud cheers. The Lightning Crew boo, but the IntenseZone wrestlers breathe a sigh of relief. The referee orders PRL to let go of the sharpshooter or be stripped of the title. PRL is hesitant, but he finally lets go of the sharpshooter. The crowd cools down.

 

JR:

AND THE SHARPSHOOTER HAS NOW BEEN RELEASED. THE MATCH CONTINUES.

 

Jesse:

I’ll tell ya what, Jim Ross, no matter who wins this match, I have to say that this is one of the greatest matches I’ve ever seen, and one of the best AngleMania matches in OaOasT history!

 

JR:

It is definitely a fast paced, emotional filled contest. These two men hate each other, and for the past 20+ minutes, the hatred that these two men have felt for each other for the past year is being shown here in the middle of that ring in front of 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan for the greatest wrestling show of all time, OaOasT AngleMania III! And this is one of the reasons that this show will be remembered. It is this match right here! PRL vs. The Mad Cappa for the Puerto Rican Championship! The Mad Cappa and Puerto Rican Lightning are up. They’re both up at the same time! They are ready to finish this once and for all! They are ready to get the job done! They are ready to fight!

 

Jesse:

I feel that the match has reached its climax. This is the home stretch. Both men have been fightning for 20 minutes. Both are exhausted. Both are in pain. Both are fatigued. It looks like this is the last few minutes. And these next few minutes will change the lives of these two men forever.

 

JR:

PRL and Cappa are still slugging it out in the ring. The Lightning Crew and the IntenseZone superstars are all watching this. They are all here, live, watching this historic match take place. Cappa with the punches. He hits the IMPACT! The Mad Cappa has hit the IMPACT! The OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship hangs in the balance! The Puerto Rican Champion is on the mat!

 

The Mad Cappa picks up Lightning and punches him in the face. He Irish whips him into the ropes, but PRL reverses. PRL kicks The Mad Cappa in the gut, puts him between his legs, hooks his arms, and gives him the Annexation of Puerto Rico.

 

Jesse:

PRL’s Tiger Driver ’91! The Annexation of Puerto Rico! One of his finishing maneavauers, but a move that is rarely used! This is it!

JR:

Mad Cappa’s career could end right now! The cover. 1! 2! And NO! The Mad Cappa still survives!

 

Jesse:

I don’t believe it Jim Ross! The Mad Cappa has taken everything PRL has given to him and is still fightning! He is still coming back!

 

The crowd almost has a heart attack. PRL is shocked. The Mad Cappa struggles to get up as PRL has tears in his eyes. He grabs, and flips him the middle finger. PRL kicks Cappa in the stomach, and goes for the P.R. Nightmare. The crowd starts to worry, but PRL cannot lift Cappa up. He tries several times, but Cappa shoves him away, causing PRL to bounce off the ropes. The Mad Cappa kicks PRL in the stomach. The Mad Cappa then delivers the P.R. Nightmare on Puerto Rican Lightning to a loud pop.

 

JR:

AND NOW THIS! THE MAD CAPPA HITS PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WITH THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE WAS USED AGAINST HIM! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! THIS MATCH HAS TURNED BRUTAL! YOU NEVER KNOW WHO IS GOING TO WIN!

 

PRL and Cappa lie in the ring. They are both tired, sweating, breathing hard, and in pain. Neither man is getting up. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” And then they chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The crowd is going crazy.

 

Jesse:

THIS IS CRAZY! THE MAD CAPPA JUST GAVE PRL THE P.R. NIGHTMARE!

 

JR:

CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF THA PUERTO RICAN LOST THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP TO HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE EMBARASSMENT HE WILL FEEL? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE ANGUST THAT WILL CAUSE?

 

Jesse:

You are acting like that will actually happen? Like those things are even in the realm of possibility! Like The Mad Cappa actually will pin Puerto Rican Lightning after using the P.R. Nightmare on him!

 

JR:

THE P.R. MENACE IS DOWN! THE MAD CAPPA JUST GAVE PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING THE P.R. NIGHTMARE AND IS NOW GOING FOR THE PIN! HE IS GOING FOR THE COVER!

 

Jesse:

KICK OUT PRL! KICK OUT PRL! KICK OUT!

 

The crowd is going crazy as The Mad Cappa slowly crawls to PRL. Cappa covers PRL as the crowd cheers. The referee counts.

 

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THREEEEEEEEEE-KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Jesse:

OH THANK GOD!

 

JR:

PRL KICKED OUT WITH HIS LAST OUNCE OF STRENGTH! PRL DID NOT GET BEAT BY HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE! HE IS STILL IN THIS CONTEST!

 

Jesse:

YES! YES! YES! THERE WE GO! THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! THIS IS GREAT! THIS IS AWESOME! I LOVE THIS! YOU DON’T PUT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING AWAY SO EASY! YOU DON’T BEAT PRL LIKE THAT!

 

JR:

PRL WAS 5 SECONDS AWAY FROM HIS PUERTO RICAN TITLE BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM, BUT IT WAS NOT, AND NOW STILL HAVE A MATCH GOING ON RIGHT NOW!

 

Jesse:

Come on JR! This match has changed your opinion of PRL has it?

 

JR:

Oh no. I still don’t think well of him, but he HAS put up a great fight during this contest. He has shown no signs of stopping, and has shown determination to end The Mad Cappa’s career tonight.

 

Jesse:

AND HE WILL GET THE JOB DONE! PRL GUARAN-DAMN-TEED THAT HE WOULD WALK OUT OF ANGLEMANIA III STILL THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION! AND HIS GUARAN-DAMN-TEES ALWAYS COME TRUE!

 

Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets up from the P.R. Nightmare. The Lightning Crew slams the mat hoping to motivate PRL. The IntenseZone babyfaces all are standing up and cheering Cappa on. They are chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” as The Mad Cappa and PRL get up.

 

JR:

The match is still going on, and neither guy looks to be stopping anytime soon!

 

Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa engage in a slugfest in the center of the ring. Tha Puerto Rican gets the advantage and lays into The Mad Cappa with lefts and rights until Cappa is at the ropes. PRL Irish whips The Mad Cappa to the ropes, kicks Mad Cappa in the stomach, and gives Cappa the Cappa Killa to a loud pop.

 

JR:

THE BUST A CAP! PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING HAS HIT THE MAD CAPPA WITH HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE, THE BUST A CAP!

 

Jesse:

That’s not the BUST A CAP, that’s the Cappa Killa! PRL has been using that move for months now! That isn’t something he did just tonight out of nowhere. The Cappa Killa has laid out Cappa!

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD THIS MATCH HAS JUST BEEN KICKED UP A NOTCH! THE LIGHTNING CREW ARE ON THEIR FEET! THE IZ WRESTLERS ARE ON THEIR FEET! THE 74,000 FANS IN THE PONTIAC SILVERDOME ARE ON THEIR FEET! WHAT A MATCH WE ARE WITNESSING! BOTH MENS LIVELIHOODS ARE AT STAKE! THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP HANGS IN THE BALANCE! IS THE SAYING TRUE? “PAYBACKS ARE HELL”?

 

Jesse:

MAD CRAPPA BETTER NOT BE UP AFTER THE CAPPA KILLA!

 

JR:

THE MAD CAPPA GAVE PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING THE P.R. NIGHTMARE. AND NOW PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING HAS GIVEN THE MAD CAPPA THE BUST A CAP. HE SCORES WITH A CAPPA KILLA! NOW HE IS GOING FOR THE COVER!!!

 

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KICK OUT!!!

 

JR:

NO!!!! GAWD THAT P.R.! I THOUGHT HE HAD IT! I THOUGHT HE HAD IT! HE WAS INCHES AWAY FROM RETIRING THE MAD CAPPA!!!

 

Jesse:

THERE IS NO REASON FOR ANY OF THIS! CAPPA SHOULD BE GOING HOME IN A STRETCHER! NOT BE IN A FIGHT KICKING OUT OF HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE EMBARASSING THE MAD CAPPA! AND NOW, CAPPA IS ACTUALLY FIGHTNING BACK!

 

P.R.L. is furious. He curses at Cappa “WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN?!” Puerto Rican Lightning grabs The Mad Cappa and kicks him in the gut. He goes for the P.R. Nightmare causing the crowd to stand up.

 

JR:

OH NO!

 

However, The Mad Cappa escapes. PRL and Cappa brawl. PRL Irish whips The Mad Cappa into the ropes, however Cappa reverses. Suddenly, P.R. hits a Flying Forearm on The Mad Cappa. The crowd boos loudly as PRL gets up and smiles evilly.

 

JR:

OH NO! Don’t tell me. He is not going to do this is he?

 

Jesse:

It looks like he is setting up for the P.R. Nightmare! That’s the first of the four Flying Forearms.

 

JR:

Puerto Rican Lightning grabs The Mad Cappa and whips him into the ropes. A flying forearm! Lightning is now in control. He Irish whips Mad Cappa into the ropes again. But wait Cappa reverses. PRL with a third flying forearm.

 

Tha Puerto Rican trash talks The Mad Cappa, and then whips him into the ropes. Cappa goes for a clothesline, but PRL ducks, hits the ropes, and hits a flying forearm. P.R. kips up to boos. He smiles evilly and laughs. The Mad Cappa lies on the mat and struggles to get up. The Lightning Crew are cheering PRL on, with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez whistling for her boyfriend. The IntenseZone wrestlers are worried as PRL dances to mock Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

And now it looks like PRL is setting up the P.R. Nightmare!

Jesse:

That’s right, J.R. First it’s the Sweet Chin Music, and then it is the P.R. Nightmare. PRL has used this against every opponent he has faced, and now he is going to use it on The Mad Cappa once again! This match is going to end! This match is going to end at any second! The Mad Cappa’s career will end! Tha Puerto Rican will retain the Puerto Rican Championship. He will go out victorious!

 

The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Puerto Rican Lightning flips the crowd off and jaws with the fans. He heads to a turnbuckle as The Mad Cappa is slowly getting up, and begins stomping his right boot a’la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3.

 

Jesse:

All right! All right! This is a special AngleMania III Sweet Chin Music!

 

JR:

PRL is “calling up the band”. He is setting Mad Cappa up. He is ready to finish this match. He wants to end The Mad Cappa’s career. He wants to be the victor.

 

The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL continues stomping his right foot. He yells at Mad Cappa to get up. One fan throws garbage at him. Cappa struggles to get up. He gets on one knee.

 

JR:

The Sweet Chin Music is coming up.

 

1.2.3. 1.2.3. The Mad Cappa gets up dazed and confused. He is dizzy, but PRL takes advantage, laughing as he runs towards The Mad Cappa and kicks him in the face with his right foot delivering the Sweet Chin Music to loud boos.

 

JR:

And the Sweet Chin Music connects!

 

Jesse:

There’s only one more step after this and that is the P.R. Nightmare! Puerto Rican Lightning is now setting up the P.R. Nightmare. He is ready to deliver the nail in the coffin. He is ready to retire The Mad Cappa once and for all. His time is now!

 

P.R. stands over the fallen Cappa and sneers at him. He then does the “That’s It!” sign causing the crowd to boo even louder. The fans chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” at PRL, but PRL sneers at the fans. He laughs evilly and then prepares to deliver the P.R. Nightmare.

 

JR:

Oh no. This is not good. Not good at all. Tha Puerto Rican is setting up for the P.R. Nightmare. His finishing maneuver. The same maneuver he has used on The Mad Cappa before. PRL looks to hit it here and end his career. He wants to cripple The Mad Cappa. He wants to finish what he started and he may do it now.

 

Jesse:

You can feel the victory happening in a few seconds. In a few seconds, The Mad Cappa’s career will be over. In a few seconds, Cappa will say good-bye to the OaOasT. In a few seconds, he will be out of a job. Out of a career. Puerto Rican Lightning will be retiring The Mad Cappa in just a few seconds.

 

The crowd is still booing loudly and still chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as The Mad Cappa slowly gets up. Cappa gets on one knee.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa has no idea what is behind him!

 

Jesse:

Say adios Mad Cappa!

 

Cappa gets up, nearly falling, dazed, confused, and dizzy. He sweats heavily and is breathing hard. PRL laughs evilly and when Cappa turns around, he kicks him in the gut…and delivers the P.R. Nightmare on Mad Cappa.

 

JR:

THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! THE P.R. NIGHTMARE CONNECTS! PRL HAS HIT THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! A MOVE THAT FEW HAVE KICKED OUT OF!

 

Jesse:

HE HIT IT! AND HERE YOU THOUGHT PRL WOULD NOT HIT IT! NOW HE IS THIS CLOSE TO ENDING THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER! ALL HE HAS TO DO IS COVER CAPPA AND THIS WILL ALL BE OVER! THIS IS WONDERFUL! THIS IS GREAT NEWS FOR THE LIGHTNING CREW! THIS IS GREAT NEWS FOR PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! HE IS GOING TO KEEP HIS PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP AND RETIRE THE MAD CAPPA!!! HA! HA!

 

JR:

THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT! THIS HAS GOT TO BE OVER! IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO KICK OUT OF THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!

 

The crowd boos loudly. PRL smiles and laughs evilly. The Lightning Crew cheer while the IntenseZone wrestlers all are sad.

 

Jesse:

Break out the champagne bottles, because it is time to celebrate. The Mad Cappa’s career is over! He is GONE from the OaOasT!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning covers The Mad Cappa. The referee counts.

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 ½

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 2/4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 ¾

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.9999999999999999999999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jesse:

Here it comes!

 

3-----THE MAD CAPPA KICKS OUT!!!

 

The crowd explodes with cheers. The Lightning Crew are shocked. Puerto Rican Lightning holds his head saying “NO! IT CAN’T BE TRUE!” The IntenseZone wrestlers cheer loudly as the crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”

 

JR:

BAWD GAWD, I DON’T BELIEVE IT! THE MAD CAPPA HAS KICKED OUT OF THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! NO ONE BUT “SHOOTER” JAY DARRING HAS DONE THAT BEFORE!!!

 

Jesse:

NO WAY! HOW DID THE MAD CAPPA KICK OUT OF THE P.R. NIGHTMARE?!!! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!!

 

JR:

AND LOOK AT THE LOOK OF PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING’S FACE! HE DOESN’T BELIEVE IT! THA PUERTO RICAN IS PROBALBY THINKING “WHAT THE HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE NOW TO BEAT MAD CAPPA?” HE HAS DONE EVERY MOVE HE CAN THINK OF AND THE MAD CAPPA STILL WON’T LAY DOWN!

 

The crowd is now cheering again. The Mad Cappa is still lying on the mat, as The Lightning Crew have run out of things to do. The IntenseZone wrestlers cheer Cappa on louder and louder while the crowd is going crazy. PRL sits in the ring still recovering from the shock that someone has kicked out of the P.R. Nightmare. PRL becomes teary eyed and screams at the referee. The referee saids that the count was 2.

 

Jesse:

That was a slow count! The referee did a slow count! That was not a regular paced count! Mad Cappa must have paid the referee!

 

JR:

That is preposterous! The referee did his job. The fact of the matter is that The Mad Cappa has kicked out of the P.R. Nightmare, and it is now anybody’s match! Both guys can win it! If Cappa kicked out of the P.R. Nightmare, than anything is possible!

 

Jesse:

PRL is going to recover from this! HE WILL WIN THIS CONTEST! THERE IS NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT THE MAD CAPPA WILL WALK AWAY PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION! NO CHANCE IN HELL!

 

The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL still stands shocked. He covers his ears, trying to drown out the boos. PRL tells the crowd to shut up and then slaps his forehead 4 times. He exits the ring, furious. Lightning sneers at the crowd and jaws with several fans at ringside.

 

JR:

What is PRL doing now?

 

Jesse:

Probably going for the worst nightmare. PRL is trying to get the ringbell!

 

The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. curses and then grabs the timekeeper. He shoves him away and then grabs the ringbell from the timekeeper’s table. PRL shoves the camera away. The crowd boos loudly as they know what PRL is going to do.

 

JR:

I’m getting a feeling of déjà vu now.

 

Jesse:

I think we all know what Puerto Rican Lightning is going to do now. If a P.R. Nightmare won’t put Mad Cappa down, then perhaps another crushed larynx will!

 

JR:

Now this has gone too far! That’s enough! We don’t need this! We don’t need this now! Once was enough! Cappa has come back so far! He doesn’t deserve this! Will somebody please stop this?

 

The crowd boos even louder when PRL throws The Mad Cappa out of the ring. The Mad Cappa lies on the floor, struggling to get up, in pain, as PRL laughs evilly. Lightning exits the ring again and punches Cappa in the face. He then places Cappa’s neck on the barricade and laughs along with The Lightning Crew.

 

JR:

PRL is going to do it again! He’s going to crush Cappa’s larynx once again! He is going to retire The Mad Cappa that way! There’s no way he can come back from two crushed larynx. His larynx was surgically repaired; I don’t think it can handle this.

 

Jesse:

This is a great idea. What better way to retire The Mad Cappa than this? Now, there is no turning back. And who is going to stop this? Tell me? No one.

 

JR:

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP THIS! PRL MUST NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS! HE CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO DO THIS! SOMEONE PUT AN END TO THIS TRAVESTY! PRL CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO DO THIS ONCE AGAIN! ONCE WAS EVIL ENOUGH! PRL IS PSYCHOTIC TO BE DOING THIS AGAIN!

 

The crowd stands up and boos loudly as Puerto Rican Lightning grabs the ringbell. The Lightning Crew all laugh evilly and smile evilly as PRL saids “Time to finish the job.” PRL grabs the ringbell with Mad Cappa’s neck still resting on the barricade. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”

 

Jesse:

We are witnessing something that will be talked about for years to come!

 

PRL gets a psychotic look on his face. He climbs to the top rope and prepares to hit The Mad Cappa with the ringbell. PRL laughs evilly and sneers at Cappa. He waves good-bye as he kneels down and gets ready to attack. Suddenly, the crowds boos become loud cheers and become even louder because Lauren Gellar comes out through the entrance…with ZACK MALIBU right behind her.

 

JR:

IT’S ZACK MALIBU! LAUREN WENT TO GET ZACK MALIBU!

 

Jesse:

WHY THE HELL IS HE OUT HERE?!!! HE ISN’T APART OF INTENSEZONE! HE’S HELDDOWN TALENT!!! HE HAS NO HISTORY WITH PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING OR THE MAD CAPPA!!!

 

JR:

PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING ELIMINATED ZACK MALIBU FROM THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER FOR THE OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE BACK IN NOVEMBER AT DEADLY GAME.

 

Jesse:

SO THAT’S WHY HE IS OUT HERE! HE IS BITTERED THAT HE LOST TO PRL IN A 7 PERSON MATCH BACK IN NOVEMBER OF 2003?!!!

 

JR:

NO! CAPPA KNEW HE NEEDED BACKUP AND WHO BETTER TO BACK YOU UP THAN THE PISSED OFF PREP! PLUS, ZACK MALIBU MAYBE HELDDOWN TALENT, BUT HE IS ALSO OAOAST TALENT AND THIS GOES TO SHOW YOU THAT EVERYONE IN THE OAOAST HATES PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!!

 

Jesse:

ZACK MALIBU SHOULDN’T BE OUT HERE! HE SHOULD BE GETTING READY FOR HIS WORLD TITLE MATCH LATER TONIGHT!!!

 

JR:

“SHOOTER” JAY DARRING HAD LAUREN GELLAR BRING ZACK MALIBU OUT HERE! JAY IS FRIENDS WITH CAPPA, AND FRIENDS WITH ZACK MALIBU, SO HE KNEW THAT ZACK COULD WATCH CAPPA IN HIS MATCH TONIGHT!

 

Jesse:

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT JAY WAS SMART ENOUGH TO FIGURE THAT ALL OUT?

 

JR:

HE CERTAINLY KNEW WHOM TO CALL HELP FOR! AND NOW ZACK MALIBU, A HELDDOWN TALENT, IS HELPING THE MAD CAPPA, AN INTENSEZONE TALENT! TALK ABOUT OAOAST UNITY! IZ AND HD UNITE IN THEIR HATRED OF PRL!

 

Jesse:

THIS IS PROBALBY GOING TO MAKE NORTHSTAR VERY PISSED OFF!!!

 

The crowd goes crazy and chant “ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! ZACK!” as Zack Malibu walks to the ring. He has a look of anger on his face, cursing out Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

JR:

Zack knows what PRL has done this past year. He knows what he has done to Lauren. Zack always sticks up for his friends, and his friend’s friends, and right now, he is sticking up for The Mad Cappa!

 

Jesse:

PRL has no idea that Zack Malibu is coming after him!

 

Zack runs to the ring and grabs the ringbell. PRL notices and freaks out. He tries to pull the ringbell back, but Malibu fights him off and jumps off the ring apron with the ringbell in his arms. The crowd cheers loudly.

 

JR:

ZACK MALIBU HAS JUST TAKEN THE RINGBELL FROM PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!

 

Malibu walks to the entrance, but bumps into Mr. Boricua. Mr. Boricua punches Zack several times, but Zack comes back with lefts and rights, and then hits Mr. Boricua with the ringbell. Boricua staggers but still stands. The crowd is going crazy as Vitamin X hits Malibu in the back. Zack drops the ringbell, and tries to fight off Boricua and Vitamin X, but “Shooter” Jay Darring spears Vitamin X onto the floor and fights with him. Cuban Wall runs in and beats on Jay, but K-NESS gets up from his seat to fight Wall. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez joins in, and so does Lauren Gellar. PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member joins in the brawl, and is followed by The Shuffle, who is followed by Thomas Rodriguez, who is followed by Blurricane. Spanish Fly joins in the brawl, followed by Y2Jailbait. Reject joins on the brawl, and then Spider-Poet runs out. Judas then follows and beats on Colombian Heat. Soon, The Lightning Crew, the IntenseZone babyfaces, and Zack Malibu are all brawling in the ringside area while Puerto Rican Lightning throws The Mad Cappa into the ring. The referee tries to calm everything down there with the crowd going crazy the entire time.

 

JR:

CHAOS~! TOTAL, TOTAL CHAOS! THE RINGSIDE AREA IS FILLED WITH INTENSEZONE AND LIGHTNING CREW MEMBERS, AND ZACK MALIBU IS IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL!

 

Jesse:

His ego couldn’t be held onto one show? He has to inject himself into our show. Couldn’t be content with staying on HeldDOWN for long could he?

 

JR:

HE CAME OUT HERE BECAUSE IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO! HE HAD TO STOP PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! THE REFEREE HAS GOT TO STOP THIS! THE LIGHTNING CREW AND INTENSEZONE ARE BRAWLING! ZACK MALIBU IS IN THERE SOMEWHERE! PRL AND THE MAD CAPPA ARE BACK IN THE RING! THEY’RE SHOWING THE EFFECTS OF THEIR MATCH!

 

The Lightning Crew, IntenseZone, and Zack Malibu continue brawling in the ringside area. Several referees come out to try and stop the brawl. The Mad Cappa struggles to get up. The crowd is going crazy as PRL waits for Cappa to get up.

 

JR:

AND NOW PRL IS LOOKING TO FINISH THE MAD CAPPA OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL! AND WAIT A MINUTE! COLOMBIAN HEAT IS ENTERING THE RING!

 

Colombian Heat slowly enters the ring with a steel chair in hand. He whistles and looks around suspiciously. The Mad Cappa is still trying to get up. PRL laughs evilly as he orders Colombian Heat to hit Cappa with the chair.

 

Jesse:

Now it seems like Colombian Heat is going to help end The Mad Cappa’s career! He’s going to hit him with the chair!

 

JR:

The brawl is still going on outside the ringside area! And now, what is PRL going to do?

 

Colombian Heat enters the ring with the steel chair. He laughs evilly as he gets in position to hit Cappa with the chair. He yells, “COME ON G!” as Cappa gets on one knee. PRL teases Mad Cappa, laughing at him.

 

JR:

PRL and Colombian Heat. The two best friends. They want to end Cappa’s career together! They want to be the ones who come out victorious.

 

Jesse:

And how nice of PRL, to allow Colombian Heat to help him end The Mad Cappa’s career! Now, they will go down in history as the two men who ended Cappa’s career.

 

The crowd is still hot, as Colombian Heat gets ready. The Mad Cappa gets up, and tries not to fall. He is dazed, dizzy, and tired. Colombian Heat smiles evilly and then charges at Cappa with the chair. He swings the chair at Mad Cappa, but Cappa notices it, and ducks…and the chair hits Puerto Rican Lightning instead to a giant pop.

 

JR:

AND OH MY!!! OH MY!!! THE CHAIR HIT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! THAT CHAIR WHICH WAS MEANT TO HIT THE MAD CAPPA, ACCIDENTALLY HIT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!!

 

Jesse:

Heat! You idiot! What the hell did you just do? You aimed for the wrong person? Don’t you know who your leader is by now?!!! You’re not that stupid are you?

 

Colombian Heat stands in shock at what he just did. He still holds the chair, and apologizes to PRL, who is now dizzy. He keeps saying, “I’m sorry, G. I’m sorry.” The Mad Cappa gives Colombian Heat the BUST A CAP to a loud pop, sending him out of the ring with the chair. The crowd is still going crazy when The Lightning Crew all stand on the ring apron. The Mad Cappa takes them all down with one punch. One punch for Cuban Wall. One punch for Thomas Rodriguez. One punch for PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member. One punch for Spanish Fly. One punch for Vitamin X. One punch for Mr. Boricua.

 

JR:

The Mad Cappa has just knocked out all the members of The Lightning Crew with one punch! The referees have stopped this brawl! THE LIGHTNING CREW ARE ALL OVER THE RING IN PIECES! AND THE MAD CAPPA IS NOW HYPED UP, READY TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL! HE IS READY!!! HE KNOWS HIS TIME IS NOW!!! HE KNOWS HIS TIME HAS COME!!! HE KNOWS THAT IT IS TIME FOR PRL TO GET HIS COMEUPPANCE!!!

 

Jesse:

OH NO! DON’T TELL ME! THIS IS NOT FAIR! THIS IS NOT FAIR AT ALL! COLOMBIAN HEAT HIT PRL WITH THE CHAIR! THAT DAZED HIM! THAT CAUSED HIM TO BE KNOCKED OUT!!!

 

The crowd cheers loudly and some throw confetti into the ring. The Lightning Crew are all lying in the ringside area recovering from their attack. The IntenseZone babyfaces all stand outside cheering Cappa on. The referees leave and Zack Malibu cheers. The Mad Cappa gets into position to deliver the BUST A CAP. Puerto Rican Lightning slowly gets up. He gets up, dazed, and confused. He turns around, and gets kicked in the stomach by The Mad Cappa. Cappa grabs his head with his hands, and brings him down with a jawbreaker variation-BUST A CAP.

 

JR:

BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! THE MAD CAPPA HAS HIT THE BUST A CAP!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!!

 

Puerto Rican Lightning does a Rock-like oversell of the Stone Cold Stunner. PRL backflips twice and then gets ups, and Flair Flops back down. PRL acts like he is in a seizure as The Mad Cappa smiles and covers Puerto Rican Lightning. Mr. Boricua tries to get into the ring, but Zack Malibu stops him.

 

JR:

COVER HIM! COVER HIM! COVER HIM!!! IT’S GOING TO END!!!

 

The Mad Cappa covers Puerto Rican Lightning.

 

1…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 ½

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 2/4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 ¾

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.99999999999999999999999999999999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

*DING DING DING* (28:59)

 

JR:

MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA! MAD CAPPA!

 

Jesse:

NOW THIS IS NOT FAIR! THIS IS NOT FAIR AT ALL!

 

JR:

THE MAD CAPPA WINS!!! THE MAD CAPPA WINS!!! THE MAD CAPPA FINALLY DEFEATS PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! THA PUERTO RICAN HAS FINALLY GOT HIS COMEUPPANCE!!! PRL HAS GOT WHAT HE DESERVED!!!

 

Jesse:

THIS WAS A MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE! COLOMBIAN HEAT CAUSED THIS TO HAPPEN! HIS MISTAKE LED TO THE MAD CAPPA WINNING! THE REFEREE DIDN’T NOTICE THAT! THE MAD CAPPA USED THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE! THE BUST A CAP WAS JUST A FINISHING TOUCH! BUT THE CHAIRSHOT WAS THE ONE THING RESPONSIBLE AND NOW PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING IS NO LONGER THE OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION!!!

 

Michael Buffer:

The winner of this contest, and NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Champion…THE MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool starts playing. The crowd EXPLODES with cheers and confetti as the camera cuts to a close-up of Puerto Rican Lightning lying on the mat unconscious. Zack Malibu jumps up and down and smiles, raising his fists to Mad Cappa in a sign of respect. The Lightning Crew all start to realize what has happened and are not happy. The Mad Cappa smiles a wide smile in the middle of the ring and the referee raises his arms in victory.::

 

JR:

WHAT A VICTORY!!! THE MAD CAPPA’S CAREER IS STILL GOING!!! THA PUERTO RICAN IS BELTLESS!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS NOW THE NEW OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION!!! WHAT A MATCH!!! WHAT A VICTORY!!! WHAT A VICTORY NOT JUST FOR THE MAD CAPPA, BUT FOR INTENSEZONE, THE FANS, AND THE OAOAST!!! WHAT A NIGHT!!! WHAT AN ANGLEMANIA III, AND NOW ANOTHER CLASSIC MATCH ADDED TO TONIGHT’S CARD!!! WHAT A MEMORABLE MATCH!!!

 

Jesse:

I’ll tell you what, JR. If you seen a thousand other matches in your lifetime, they

will never be as good as this one. This was a classic match. A tremendous performance by both guys. And as much as I hate The Mad Cappa, I have got to give him credit. He took everything PRL dished out and still came back for more. It was an incredible performance, and now thanks to this match, Mad Cappa’s career is still going, and he is the new Puerto Rican Champion!

 

::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” continues playing. The crowd is cheering loudly and chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! C

Edited March 28, 2004 by Stephen Joseph

[Stephen Joseph 0]

COLE

Oh my god, its time for the main event! I'm so excited I could wet myself!

 

COACH

That's disgusting. Right Caboose?

 

CABOOSE

Hell, I'm surprised that doesn't turn you on, you freaky son of a bitch.

 

COLE

I don't care! This is going to be-

 

Cole is cut off by ring announcer Michael Buffer.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and Gentlemen, before the main event, a special announcement by the head of the OAOAST board of directors, Mr. Bill Watts!

 

COACH

Huh? What does he want now?

 

Watts walks down to the ring, collecting a mic before stepping into the squared circle.

 

WATTS

Apologies for holding up the show. It's been a fantastic evening and I know you're all anxious for the next match. But this is an important announcement.

 

CABOOSE

Well, get on with it then!

 

WATTS

This regards the future of IntenseZone.

 

CABOOSE

Aw, who gives a crap?

 

COACH

Man's got a point.

 

COLE

Testify!

 

WATTS

Ratings continue to fall. Stars continue to desert. The board of directors has, against its better judgement, allowed Dan Black to run things his way. But we can no longer stand idly by. We in the OAOAST believe in self-policing; we don't need outsiders telling us how to run things. Dan Black- your scheming, devious ways have failed IZ. Not only that, but they reflect badly on the OAOAST as a whole. You have failed to meet ratings targets. Failed to meet advertising revenue targets. Even failed to attend publicity drives and meet and greets.

 

Thus, the Board of Directors has determined that a change is needed. Therefore, with immediate effect, Dan Black is no longer General Manager of IntenseZone. His contract has been terminated.

 

Crowd POPS!

 

COLE

AHAHA! Danny lost his job!

 

WATTS

The board will be meeting tomorrow to appoint a succesor who can lead IZ back to glory. But that is not all. Dan, your actions of late have been unstable. Dangerous. The psychiatrists report on you two weeks ago was damning. We do not wish your influence to contaminate the new IntenseZone. I'm sorry to fire a man twice, but Dan, your competitors contract is also terminated.

 

COACH

Oh boy, Dan's catching it today! This is hilarious!

 

CABOOSE

Could IZ be anymore of a joke?!

 

WATTS

So, ladies and gentleman, thankyou for your time. I-

 

Bill stops as someone comes walking down the ailse.

 

COLE

It's Dan Black!

 

CABOOSE

Well of course. That guy just loves to hear himself talk.

 

COACH

That reminds me of someone-

 

CABOOSE

Shut your mouth right there, or I'll make you cry, bitch.

 

COACH

Yes Sir.

 

Dan, wearing a business suit but looking the worse for wear from his match earlier, steps into the ring and gets his own mic.

 

BLACK

Billy boy, you make me laugh. You come out here for your little appearance, your mastabatory power display. You're a small man, Bill, a small man that somehow stumbled on authority. But Bill, you've known me for a long time now. Did you really think I'd stand by and let you do this to me? Did you?

 

WATTS

Dan, you're embarrasing yourself. Let's go quietly back to my office, and we'll talk about severance pay.

 

BLACK

You just dont get it, do you? I KNEW you were planning this the second it was decided, and I took steps to protect myself.

 

WATTS

Oh really? And who exactly informed you? The BoD is watertight. No one would leak it.

 

BLACK

True. But it wasn't a director. You took someone else into your confidence.

 

WATTS

You dont mean-

 

BLACK

Yes. Northstar.

 

COLE

What?

 

COACH

Why would North help Dan Black?

 

WATTS

That bastard.

 

BLACK

Oh Wattsy, you havnt heard the best part yet. North came to me with a deal. A very good deal, for both of us. Northstar signed me to an unbreakable contract...on HeldDown.

 

Crowd POPS!

 

COLE

WOW! Dan Black on HeldDown?

 

WATTS

Deserting the sinking ship eh Dan? Typical. And what does North get in exchange?

 

BLACK

Why should I stay, Watts? Do you KNOW how much work I put in to IZ? The 12 hour days in the office? Plus the training, the gym, keeping myself in shape because I was the top draw on the goddamn show? And what did I get in return? Lacklustre performances. Employees deserting. No one gave a crap. So why should I give a crap? From now on, Dan Black is all about Dan Black. And if you thought I was a sick bastard before, the true Dan Black is about to be revealed. You don't want to be in my way when that happens. HeldDown, say your prayers.

 

WATTS

Spare me the rhetoric, Black. WHAT DID NORTHSTAR GET?

 

BLACK

Simple. IntenseZone.

 

WATT

What? Say that again, boy.

 

BLACK

North gets IntenseZone. I signed over my shares of IZ to him.

 

COLE

North controls both shows?!

 

COACH

What a coup!

 

BLACK

So Bill, sorry to spoil your little show. But I have to go. I-

 

Dan is cut off by someone else walking down the aisle!

 

COLE

Its North! Northstar! The new OAOAST OVERLORD OF POWAH!

 

Northstar joins Bill and Dan in the ring with his own mic.

 

NORTH

Bill, Dan, good evening. Thank you for making this little announcement for me, Dan.

 

WATTS

North, I never trusted you, but I didnt think you'd betray us to HIM. You hate him as much as I do!

 

NORTH

Bill, thats just not true. Dan and I have developed a working relationship. I'm looking forward to having him work on HeldDown.

 

WATTS

And IntenseZone? What becomes of that?

 

NORTH

The same thing that happens to any inferior species, Bill. It becomes extinct. With exclusive control over IntenseZone, I have stripped its assets for HeldDown, and declared IZ...DEAD.

 

Crowd BUZZES in surprise!

 

COACH

OHMYGOD! IntenseZone is over!

 

COLE

North shut it down, just like that!

 

NORTH

We kicked your ass from day one to day end, Dan, and you know it. We were always better, stronger, more intelligent. This day was inevitable. Wrestlers under IZ contract? Well, come see me. Maybe there's a place for you on HeldDown. Maybe not. Prove yourselves.

 

WATTS

You can't just destroy a brand! This is outrageous! The board will-

 

NORTH

Its done, Watts. Welcome to the new age of the OAOAST.

 

WATTS

I won't let you-

 

Dan CRACKS Watts with a forearm shot and throws him out of the ring to the floor!

 

COLE

He can't do that to Watts!

 

CABOOSE

He just said, North gave him an unbreakable contract. Pay attention.

 

NORTH

Dan- after you.

 

Dan smirks at North and makes to leave- but Northstar attacks from behind! North throws shots to the back of head of Dan, before spinning him around- into Hollywood Homicide! Dan's face is crushed to the mat, and Northstar stands over him triumphantly!

 

NORTH

Welcome to HeldDown, Dan. I'm going to make your life hell.

 

North drops his mic on Dan's face and leaves calmly.

 

COLE

For once, I think we need Jim Ross.

 

COACH

Hey, I can say BAH GAWD! just as good as he can!

 

COLE

It's not the same. But the face of the OAOAST has changed again. The war of the brands is over, and HeldDown stands alone!

 

CABOOSE

I hope we dont get too many IZ losers on our show.

 

COLE

Damn straight.

 

COACH

And if that news wasnt enough- its main event time!

 

After the crowd dies down from the shocking announcements by Bill Watts & former General Manager of IZ, now HeldDown megastar Dan Black, we are now ready for the marquee match of the evening. The main event for the World Heavyweight Title, between two men who are born rivals. Polar opposites. One man using his power to further his fame and wealth, with the other using his stroke to motivate those around him to better this very company. On the line, not only the World Heavyweight Title, but the pride of both men.

 

Zack Malibu vs. Calvin Szechstein for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship is...NOW~!

 

The lights drop, as the fans in the arena let out a large pop in anticipation. As soon as the first piano key in the opening of "Bring Me To Life" hits, the response grows larger, as Zack Malibu's most traditional AngleTron entrance airs over the large screen. Soon enough, the slow-paced opening verse fades, leading into...

 

BOOM~!

 

Gold pyro EXPLODES~!along the length of the Anglemania stage~!

 

Wake me up

Wake me up inside

I can't wake up

Wake me up inside

Save me

Call my name and save me from the dark

 

Walking out of the back rather than his usual frenzied run, comes ZACK MALIBU, the challenger in this contest~! The Franchise of the OAOAST is welcomed by a huge response from the crowd, and he takes the time to look over at both sides of the arena, pointing out to the crowd. As he walks down the raised ramp to the ring, blue and gold pyro shoots off from the sides of it, showering him in sparks as he makes his way down. Once at the ring, Zack hops up on the second rope, pumping both fists up into the air and working the crowd up, while Evanescene's most popular song to date continues to blare through the PA system. Zack jumps off the ropes, and stands in the ring, allowing his music to fade out and waiting on the entrance of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion.

 

After a few moments of silence after his entrances fades, we hear...

 

"THREE...TWO...ONE...I'M THE BOMB~!"

 

The rabid crowd quickly changes their cheers into jeers, as strutting out from the back, the OAOAST World Title draped over his shoulder, is the incomparable Calvin Szechstein. The leader of Totally Endorsed, and all around corporate shill stands on the stage, looking directly down the ramp and into the ring, as a shower of pyro comes down from the entranceway. Calvin walks through the sparks, and as he walks up the ramp, blasts of red pyro from either side of the ramp shoot up. Calvin walks 3/4 of the way down the ramp, then stops to look out at the crowd, scowling as he scans the fans that have filled every seat in the arena tonight. He turns back to face the ring, and locks eyes with his opponent, the man many feel should once again be OAOAST World Champion.

 

Once Calvin's theme dies down, ring announcer Michael Buffer enters the ring, ready for the introductions of both men.

 

 

COLE

This is what we've been waiting for for months on end now.

 

CABOOSE

Indeed. The end of Zack Malibu as we know it.

 

* DING DING DING DING *

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship!

 

The crowd pops as the referee, the one and only Earl Hebner, raises the belt high.

 

BUFFER

Introducing, the challenger. Standing in at an even six feet, and weighing in at 195 pounds, he is a former OAOAST 24/7 Champion, having defeated the current general manager of HeldDOWN~!, Northstar, in the first ever Title Wave matchup. One year ago at Anglemania 2, he realized his dream when he ended a bitter feud with Anglesault to become the OAOAST World Champion. Tonight, one year later, he does battle again for that belt. Ladies and gentelmen, he has been known as the American Idol and the Pissed Off Prep. He is considered the Franchise of the OAOAST. The challenger for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title...this is...ZAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUU!

 

The crowd roars, as Zack stands in his neutral corner, focused on Calvin.

 

BUFFER

And now, the champion. Another former OAOAST 24/7 Champion, he debuted in the spring of last year as the figurehead of Totally Endorsed. Quickly enough, he rose through the ranks to defeat his opponent tonight for the OAOAST World Title at Angleslam in a vicious ladder match. He has held the title since then, defeating every major superstar that has attempted to take the title away. Most recently, he put the title on the line in the Royal Rumble, and survived 29 other competitors to retain. He is the current OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion...this is...CAAAAALVINNNNNNNNN SZECHHHHHSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEIN~!

 

The crowd boos heavily, as Calvin looks out to them and jawjacks a bit, their ire only feeding his motivation to do Zack in tonight, once and for all.

[Stephen Joseph 0]

 

This is what it all boils down to. Zack Malibu. Calvin Szechstein. The referee for this matchup, the incomparable Earl Hebner, raises the belt up high, signalling to the sold out crowd in attendance, and the millions watching at home, that this match (as if they already didn't know) is being contested for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship.

 

COLE

This is a huge contest. This is Calvin's first Anglemania, and Zack's second. Both of these men have so much pride, some say too much, and you know that one man's ego will be damaged after this matchup.

 

CABOOSE

Malibu's already won the title at one Anglemania, and I for one do not see a repeat performance this year. He's too busy playing crowd favorite that's he's lost his focus and his edge, the very things that allowed him to beat Anglesault last year. Personally, I think we're going to see Calvin continue to reign over us. What do you think, Coach?

 

COACH

Pffft, my man Zack Attack is gonna win, fo shizzle my nizzle.

 

CABOOSE

Did you just call me your nipple?

 

COACH

No, my nizzle.

 

CABOOSE

I don't even know what a nizzle is, but I can assure you I don't want to be yours.

 

 

The bell sounds, and each man slowly walks towards the other, until they bump chests in center ring. An intense staredown follows, with some trash talking going on, more on Szechstein's part. The words get more heated, and both workers wind up going nose to nose, spouting obscenities to each other, until Szechstein shoves Zack back. Malibu shrugs off the attack, and responds with a shove of his own, sending Calvin backwards several steps. Both men then lock up, with Malibu coming out of the collar and elbow tieup with a go behind, and taking Calvin to the mat with a waistlock takedown! Malibu circles over, twisting so that he's got Calvin in a front facelock, but as they get to their feet, Calvin takes Zack's arm and counters with an arm wrench, then holds tight with a wristlock. Malibu gathers his thoughts, and then counters by taking Calvin's arm and wrenching it himself, but Calvin quickly lunges for the ropes, and grabs the top one, saving himself from any damage. Malibu breaks and backs off, as Calvin shoots him the evil eye.

 

COLE

Both men using the standard feeling out process.

 

CABOOSE

He said feeling OUT process Coach. Get your hand off my leg!

 

Already getting frustrated in these opening moments, Calvin comes at Zack with a clothesline, but Zack puts his arms up to block, and spins Calvin around, then catches him and pulls him over with a headlock takedown! Malibu holds on, but Calvin uses a legscissors to pull Zack off him, and gets up, jumping over Zack's body and hitting the ropes, coming off them and running under Zack, who leapfrogs, and looks to monkey flip Calvin on the rebound, but catches a fistdrop to the head for his troubles! Calvin slides onto Zack for a cover, but the challenger kicks out quite easily at the count of one. As Zack gets up, Calvin delivers a knee to the side of the head, crushing in Zack's cheek, and picks him up by the arm for an Irish whip. Cal sends Zack in, but Malibu reverses direction, turning back towards Calvin and quickly driving him to the canvas with an STO! Malibu hooks a leg, but it's Calvin's turn to kick out easily. Malibu gets to his feet and waits on him, but Calvin takes the high road and slides out under the bottom rope to the floor.

 

COLE

Oh c'mon, get in their and fight you coward!

 

CABOOSE

Oh brother. You beat up ONE non-wrestler, and think you're Vin Diesel all of a sudden, Cole?

 

Calvin wanders at ringside, clearing his head, but gets spun around and meets Zack's right hand! Malibu staggers Calvin with a few haymakers, then takes him by the head and slams him into the apron! Zack rolls Calvin back in, then follows him back into the ring. Calvin quickly rolls to his knees and begs off, but uses the old Ric Flair trick and comes up with a thumb to the eye, taking away Zack's vision, even for a fleeting moment. Calvin pulls Zack's legs out from under him, and looks to the crowd, before falling back, the momentum launching Zack overhead with a catapult, and sending him over the top rope...but Zack skins the cat! Calvin is right on him though, grabbing a waistlock as Zack lands back in the ring, but Malibu elbows out. With Calvin stunned, Zack spins around into his own waistlock, and then pulls Calvin up, driving him into the mat with a German Suplex! Zack bridges, and the referee makes the count...but it's barely a two, as Calvin gets a shoulder up!

 

Both men get to their feet, and Zack stays on Calvin, pushing him backwards into the corner and then unleashing the STIFF~! chops across his chest, drawing the traditional WHOO~! reaction from the crowd every time he connects. Malibu takes Calvin and sends him into the opposite corner, then follows right behind him, crushing him in the corner with a clothesline! The champion staggers forward, and Zack takes him by the head, then props up on the second rope. Malibu looks for a Tornado DDT, but Szechstein counters just as Zack twists around, dropping him with a Manhattan drop, and then using a drop toehold to send Zack falling face first into the middle turnbuckle!

 

Zack now gets pulled up by the hair, as Calvin rams his face into the top turnbuckle a few times, then starts choking Zack on the top rope until he's pulled away by the referee! The warnings of the official seem to go in one ear and out the other, as Calvin stays on offense, moving towards Zack quickly and clotheslining him over the ropes and to the floor!

 

Malibu recovers quickly from the spill, but Szechstein hops down to ringside and tries to maintain control, attempting to send Zack into the guardrail, but Zack reaches out and grabs a hold of the corner post to keep still. He fires off a back elbow to stun Calvin, and as Calvin cups his jaw with his hands, Zack takes him by the head, spinning him around and sending him headfirst into the post, knocking him senseless and putting him out on the floor! Zack then seats himself on Calvin's shoulders and pounds away on his forehead with shots, until referee Hebner ducks out of the ring, pulling Zack off and telling him to take it back inside. Letting his emotions get the best of him, Zack shoves Hebner backwards, putting the referee on his ass on the floor! Zack picks up Calvin, and rams his head into the special Sofa Central setup, causing the announce booth to shake and Coach to nearly wet himself in fright. Zack then tosses Calvin up on the table, and the crowd pops wildly, but Hebner gets in front of Zack before any further action can be taken, and orders him back into the ring. Reluctantly, Zack heads back in, although now Calvin will have some time to recover on the outside.

 

Calvin sits up, his legs dangling off the commentary table, and he hops off, heading back into the ring. Malibu meets him as he gets up on the apron, but when Zack grabs him by the head, Calvin retaliates with the old standby, a quick thumb to the eye. He ducks in between the middle and top rope, ramming a shoulder into Zack's stomach, and then launches himself over Zack with a sunset flip...for a one count, as Zack rolls through. Both men get to their feet at just the same time, and Zack hits a lariat to put Calvin down, then goes for a quick cover, which again results in a one count! They both get up, and Zack tries to get a hold of Calvin, but Szechstein spins around and tugs Zack by the arm, sending him into the corner, and then goes to follow him in, only Zack catches the ropes and leaps up and over Calvin as he rushes in! A surprised Szechstein turns around, walking right into Zack's waiting arms, and he's hooked uranage style, possibly for Zack's Rock Bottom Backbreaker, but elbows Zack across the cheek to break up that possibility. Calvin whips Zack into the ropes, and as he comes off, presses him up into the air with a flapjack, but it's countered in mid air as Zack comes down with a dropkick to Calvin!

 

The World Champion does a flip bump off the shot, landing on his stomach, as Zack picks himself up off the mat. Calvin gets up and charges, but Zack ducks and backdops Calvin over, but like a cat, he lands on his feet, quickly reaches back, and pulls Zack down with a neckbreaker! Infuriated by the quick pace being set by Zack, the champion puts the boots to the challenger, then picks him up and hurls him backfirst into the corner. Cal grabs onto the top rope and starts kicking violently at Zack's ribs, beating him down in the corner, until Zack gets lucky, catching his boot on one of the kicks, and forcing Calvin to hop backwards out of the corner. Still with a grip on his leg, Malibu snaps him to the mat with a Dragon Screw~!, holds on, and looks for it again, but this time Calvin leaps up and cracks Zack in the back of the head with an enzugiri kick!

 

CABOOSE

I think I saw Zack's brain fall out of his nostril after that kick!

 

Both men lay on the canvas for a few moments, and as Zack is getting up, Calvin darts at him from behind, and clips his knee, taking him back down. He rolls him over, and looks for a figure four leglock, but as he spins around the leg, Malibu kicks him off and into the ropes. Calvin catches himself on the ropes, then turns back to Zack, taking both of his legs out from under him and again trying to hook him in some form of leglock, only to have Zack kick him back again, this time into the ropes, and then monkey flipping him up and over. Calvin's back slams onto the ringmat, as Zack pulls himself up via the ropes. As Calvin gets to his feet, Malibu rushes forward with a patented YAKUZA KICK~!, but Calvin catches the foot, throwing it back down to the mat and following up with a boot to the gut. He then pulls Zack into a standing legscissors, and lifts him up in position for the CODE RED CLASH~!, but Zack kicks his legs back, falling back to his hunched over position, and backdropping Calvin over.

 

Zack runs the ropes, coming at Calvin just as he's standing up with another Yakuza Kick, but Calvin ducks out of the way, and the momentum causes Zack to be unable to stop, crotching himself across the top rope! The crowd gasps as Malibu straddles the rope in obvious pain, and Calvin grabs the rope and shakes it rapidly, doing Zack nor his groin region any favors. Malibu falls off the rope, back into the ring, and Calvin picks him up, then drops him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. He lifts him up again, dropping Zack across his knee a second time with the same result. Calvin hooks the leg for a pin attempt, but Zack throws a shoulder up at two, staying in the game.

 

Szechstein is frustrated, and he looks to take these frustrations out on Malibu, lifting the prep to his feet and whipping him hard into the ropes. Malibu hits the ropes hard, coming charging back at Szechstein and looking to reverse the flow of momentum once again with a clothesline, but Calvin hits the mat hard, scissoring Malibu’s legs with a drop toe hold! Malibu hits the mat face-first, and Calvin rolls through, grabbing Malibu by the arm and pulling it back across his back, planting his foot into Zack’s back and grabbing Malibu’s other arm, pulling back on both of them to create a modified surfboard!

 

Malibu struggles hard against the hold, his face a pained grimace, not wanting to scream out in pain though it’s the most natural reaction. Calvin pulls harder and harder on the arms, trying to get the preppy to tap out early because his new Pepsi commercial debuts on MTV at midnight, and it’s already 11:30. Malibu flails out with his legs, trying to hook the ropes with his feet, but Calvin sees this and pulls back on the arms even harder, grinding his boot into Malibu’s back!

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

The crowd finally begins to get into the match, showing their love and undying support for Malibu as he struggles against the vicious surfboard that Szechstein has locked in, but the struggle is long and perilous. Constant flailing of the legs has inched Malibu ever-closer to the ropes, but he’s still not there, and Szechstein is showing no signs of letting up. Desperate now, Malibu throws all of his heart into reaching the ropes, flailing out with his legs…

 

…and his right foot catches the bottom rope! The crowd erupts as Hebner rushes over, giving Szechstein the five-second count, and Calvin breaks off the hold at three, not wanting to build any bad blood between himself and the referees.

 

Malibu gets to his feet, trying to regain some of the feeling in his arms that was lost during the submission hold, and trying to get over the fact that he had to resort to a rope break instead of outright reversing the submission hold. He doesn’t get much time to rest, however, as Calvin charges towards the ropes, springboarding off of the second one and looking to dropkick Malibu right in the teeth… but Malibu ducks, wrapping his arms around Szechstein’s midsection and slamming him down to the mat with an impact that very nearly shakes the ring!

 

The crowd erupts, and Malibu’s far from done as he dashes over to Szechstein and shows shades of anger by stomping a huge boot right into his midsection! The crowd, however, is full of pure un-a-fucking-dulterated HATRED for the corporately sponsored champion, and the cheer Malibu on as he levels another vicious stomp at the champ. Szechstein, however, knows the ring, and he reaches out one arm to grab the bottom rope and force Malibu off of him. Szechstein grins, keeping his hold on the ropes as he slowly lifts himself to his feet, his sadistic smile taunting Malibu.

 

Zack is furious, anxious to get another shot at Szechstein, but the champion continues holding onto the ropes, granting him immunity. Malibu, however, finally gets sick of Szechstein’s shit, and charges at the champ, nailing him in the face with a huge forearm that not only knocks him off the ropes but causes him to go stumbling back into the corner! The crowd roars as Malibu stalks after Szechstein, grabbing him by the neck and hopping up to the second rope before falling back, spiking Szechstein’s head into the mat with a nasty elevated DDT! The crowd erupts as Szechstein bounces over onto his back from the bump, a cut opening up on his forehead and beginning to ooze blood as Malibu jumps on top, Hebner making the count!

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOONE!”

 

Do you really think Szechstein is going to let it end this easy?

 

“TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

“THREE – NO!”

 

Absolutely not, as the champ gets the shoulder up at two. Malibu gets to his feet, obviously just a tiny bit frustrated, and he grabs Szechstein by the short gold locks and lifts him to his feet. Szechstein follows Malibu, the DDT taking enough out of him to make him a wee bit disoriented, and Malibu takes advantage, sending Szechstein back to the corner! Malibu steps to the second rope, lifting one arm high into the air and preparing for THE MOST DEVASTATING MOVE IN WRESTLING…

 

“ONE!” Punch to the head!

 

“TWO!” Punch to the head!

 

“THREE!” Punch to the head!

 

“FOUR!” Punch to the head!

 

“FIVE!” Punch to the head!

 

“SIX!” Punch to the head!

 

“SEVEN!” Punch to the head!

 

“EIGHT!” Punch to the head!

 

“NINE!” Punch to the head!

 

“TEN!” Punch to the head!

 

COACH

C'mon EZ Earl, those are closed fists!

 

CABOOSE

You mean like this one?

 

(A "thwack" is heard over the mics).

 

COACH

C'mon bro, my skull hasn't fully hardened yet.

 

The ten punch sends Szechstein further to the mat, sitting down dazed, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Malibu grins, hopping off the second rope and charging over to the opposite turnbuckle, stomping his foot once or twice as a method of revving the crowd up, and they do indeed get pumped, wanting to see Malibu deliver some dirty damage!

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

Malibu charges across the ring, leaping into the air and…

 

*CRACK!*

 

Catching Szechstein with a vicious dropkick to the teeth, slamming Szechstein’s head against the turnbuckle! The crowd erupts in cheers as Szechstein goes limp, possibly dead, the cut on his head becoming a gully, and as the blood drips down Szechstein’s face Malibu gets to his feet, pulling Szechstein out of the corner and making the cover!

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!”

 

“TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

“THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE – “

 

 

“NO!”

 

Szechstein again kicks out at two, and these fans are dying to see Calvin go home! The crowd is flaming-hot, and as Malibu gets to his feet, frustrated at Szechstein, the arena crackles with electricity. The people begin to roar as Malibu lifts Szechstein to his feet, the dazed champion stumbling around a bit as Malibu stomps his feet in the corner, preparing for the School’s Out Superkick that has become the trademark match-ender for Mr. Malibu! Szechstein turns around and Zack LASHES OUT, looking to make sure that School Is Out!

 

 

 

 

BUT SCHOOL IS STILL IN SESSION, as Szechstein charges at Malibu’s other leg, knocking it out from under him and knocking Malibu flat on the mat! Blood drips down the champ’s face as he gets to his feet, deflating the crowd completely as he grabs Malibu by the hair and pulls him to his feet as well. Malibu can still put up a fight, however, and he levels a shot at Szechstein’s crimson-coated cranium, but Calvin shrugs it off, returning the favor with a stiff boot to gut that drives all the air out of Malibu’s lungs, doubling the challenger over.

 

Szechstein quickly grabs Malibu by the arm, wrenching it quickly. Malibu winces in pain as Calvin steps over his arm, his back facing the champion, and he delivers a hard hook kick to Malibu’s neck, wrapping his knee around Malibu’s throat! Szechstein is not done, however, as he pulls Malibu headfirst down to the mat, locking him into a powerful chokehold with his knee!

 

 

Calvin has his legs scissored around Zack's throat, using his thighs to squeeze the air out of his most hated opponent. Zack weakly grabs Calvin's legs, and tries to roll over to escape the hold, but can't do it, as Calvin has the leverage to maintain his position. Malibu kicks his feet out, trying for the ropes, and makes an effort to pull Calvin with him, dragging the champion across the ring. Zack continues kicking his legs out, his only method of movement right now, but just as the ropes seem *that* close, Calvin breaks the hold himself. He stands up, and drags Malibu's winded form to the center of the ring, then bounces off the ropes with a kneedrop to Zack's sternum, knocking what little air Zack had left right out of him! Calvin hits the ropes again, and follows up the first kneedrop with a second, drilling Malibu in his forehead, before laying across him for a cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THR...SHOULDER UP! MALIBU KICKS OUT AT 2.5!

 

Calvin slaps the mat in disgust, then tells Zack to "just stay down!" Knowing that he's going to have to prove his point, Calvin pulls Zack up by the left arm, but then pulls him towards him and floors him with a short arm clothesline! Holding onto the left arm still, Calvin brings Zack up to his feet, and hooks the right arm, throwing Zack overhead with a Tiger Suplex~!, and rolling through as well, into a front guillotine choke a la Jamie Noble! Calvin squeezes his arm around Zack's neck, continually working on driving the life right from his body. Zack manages to slide one of his legs behind him, and then the other, and before you know it Zack is pushing up to his feet while locked in the chokehold! Calvin wrenches even harder, but Zack pushes forward, sending Calvin crashing into the corner and allowing for the break! Calvin breaks right away, but then stuns Zack with a kick to the gut, and grabs his head, propping himself up on the second rope, but Zack lifts Calvin off of the ropes and drops him down on the apron out of desperation. Calvin delivers a punch from the apron to the challenger, but it's blocked, and Zack fires off iwth one of his own. Malibu fires off with a second shot, and a third, and has Calvin reeling on the apron, his balance supported only by the fact he's got one hand grabbing the ropes. Zack comes at him with the fourth, and perhaps fatal blow, but Calvin ducks down and shoulders Zack through the ropes, then leaps over with a sunset flip, rolling up Zack...NO! Zack rolls through, to his feet...CRACK~! ZACK ATTACK TO CALVIN SZECHSTEIN~! Malibu nailed him as he sat up from the sunset flip! The crowd roars, as the last ditch effort could pay off right here!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

TH...NO! NO! CALVIN KICKS OUT OF THE ZACK ATTACK! THE MATCH CONTINUES!

 

Both men show signs of life, albeit very little right now, given the wartorn last several minutes. Zack gets up, his knee brace stained with blood from ramming into Calvin's bloody forehead, stands up first, and pulls Calvin up with a facelock, then grabs his waistband and snaps him over with a suplex. Holding on, Malibu rolls to his feet and takes Calvin over with another snap suplex, and hangs on yet again. Malibu snaps him over with a suplex a third time, and this time rolls his own body onto Calvin for another pinning predicament!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

TH...NO! NO! CALVIN SZECHSTEIN GETS A SHOULDER UP!

 

The impatience is visible on Zack's face, as his best efforts have proven to be worthless against the champion right now. Zack picks him up, and drops him just as quickly with a scoop slam, before walking towards the corner. Zack climbs up to the top, and measures the distance between he and Calvin, before leaping off with his trademark Hang Time Guillotine Legdop~!

 

AND IT MISSES~!

 

Calvin Szechstein, barely able to move, used his energy to roll out of the way and dodge the potentially fatal shot. Zack's spine shivers upon the crash landing, and as he staggers to his feet, hobbling towards a recovering Calvin, Szechstein tucks his head as he grabs Zack by the waist, carrying him over with a Northern Lights Suplex for ONE...TW...NO! Zack hooks Calvin's torso and bridges up, spinning around so that he's got the champion in a standing legscissors...but Calvin pulls his legs right out from under him, and quicly crosses them over, locking Zack Malibu in a SHARPSHOOTER~! Malibu pounds on the mat in pain, as Calvin leans back, doing further damage to Zack's lower back, as well as the legs. Zack strectches for the ropes, causing Calvin to stagger a bit, but he pulls Zack forward, further away from salvation, and leans in even more.

 

The referee leans down to check on Zack, asking if he wants to give it up. Malibu shakes his head no, as sweat pours from his forehead. Zack lifts his head up, and looks forward, eyeing the ropes that are just a few feet away. He extends his arm out, straining with his every movement to reach them. He slowly begins sliding his body, as Calvin keeps the legs locked, hoping that a tap out will come before the break. Zack reaches, and reaches, and after a few minutes of struggling, FINALLY grasps the bottom ropes, and the referee orders Calvin to break the hold. The World Champion doesn't take too kindly to it, and shouts at the referee, before turning his attention back to Malibu. He drags him to center ring, and again tries locking the legs, but Zack reaches up and pulls down with a surprise rollup, causing the referee to dive down to the mat for the count...

 

...but the count only gets as high as TWOOOOOOOO~!, as Calvin is able to escape by the skin of his teeth!

 

Both men stagger to their feet, and Zack fires off a lariat, but it's ducked by Calvin, who quickly grabs a waistlock and hurls Zack over with a release German Suplex that folds Zack up like an accordion! Calvin takes a few moments to catch his breath, and then walks over to Zack, angrily stomping away at his body while he lay on the mat. He pulls Zack up and backs him into the corner hard, slamming his back up against the turnbuckles, then throwing his arms over the ropes, leaving him wide open for...

 

WHOO~!...a stiff chop! Malibu feels the sting across his upper body, as Calvin pulls his hand back...

 

WHOO~!, another stiff chop that leaves a red handprint on the pectoral area of Zack Malibu!

 

Calvin then grabs the ropes and starts kicking at Zack's ribs, then takes him by the arm and hurtles him into the corner across the ring, where Zack collides hard, and rebounds out, staggering towards center ring. As Zack hobbles on spaghetti legs, Calvin comes charging out of the corner with a YAKUZA KICK~! of his own, but Zack comes to life in the nick of time, ducking low and swinging around with a sweep kick, sending Calvin falling back to the mat. Zack gets up, and quickly follows up with a legdrop from standing position on the champion, before turning over and covering him!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

TH...NO! NO WAY! CALVIN SZECHSTEIN KICKS OUT!

 

Realizing it's going to take more to put Calvin away for good, Zack pulls him to his feet and throws Cal's hands by his side, then CRACKS him across the chest with a stiff chop of his own! Calvin stumbles back, as Zack fires off another one, and another, as Zack is now wailing on Calvin with chops, and Calvin staggers into the higher ground of a rope break, using it to his advantage so Zack can get the hell away from him! The referee comes between them, but as Zack backs off, Calvin reaches over the referee's shoulder with a thumb to the eye, blinding Zack, then bounces off the ropes and hits Zack with a Triple H style facecrusher with the knee! Malibu falls back into the ropes, and his arms get tangled in them, leaving him prone to a continuous assault by the World Champion!

 

Calvin snickers, as he hovers around Zack. Malibu kicks his legs at Calvin, attempting to drive him back, but the cocky corporate shill comes forward anyways, drilling a right hand into his jaw, then slicking Malibu's hair back, exposing his temple area, and hammering on it, opening a cut above Malibu's eye! Targetting the cut like a boxer would, Calvin hammers away, before reaching down and picking both of Zack's legs up, then simply kicking him between the legs HARD, with Malibu audibly wincing. Earl Hebner finally takes a stand and says "enough", and pushes Calvin back, as he goes to untangle Zack. Hebner succeeds, and Zack collapses to the mat, his wartorn body having no adrenaline surging through it. Calvin pounces on Zack like a lion his prey, scooping him up and dropping him neck and shoulder first with a backdrop suplex, working that much harder to make sure Malibu leaves not with a belt around his waist, but with a brace around his neck. Malibu simply lays on the mat, as Calvin slowly sits up, then rolls Zack onto his stomach, and sits on his back, pulling back on Malibu's head as he locks him in the dreaded CAMEL CLUTCH~!

 

Malibu tries to break Calvin's grip under his chin, but can barely move, let alone pry his hands free. Calvin wrenches back, again targetting the neck, as well as putting pressure on Zack's bruised lower back with the move. Hebner crawls to Zack and looks him in the eye, asking him if he gives, and Zack can barely get the word "no" out of his mouth, showing just how exhausted he is. Calvin rears back even harder, about as far as he could go without popping Zack's head off, and Zack groans in agony, as the fans being a rally for Zack. Hebner asks again, and Zack responds with a louder, more INTENSE~! "No!", as the cheers get louder and louder. Malibu tries to push himself up to all fours in an effort to get out of the hold, but Calvin quickly sees what's going on and releases the clutch, but then jumps up and drops down onto Zack's back, sending his rival back to his stomach first position on the canvas. He pulls Zack up by the waist, but as he does Zack brings an elbow back to stun him, and quickly ducks behind, using a schoolboy rollup to catch Calvin off guard! The crowd roars as Zack puts all his weight into it...

 

...but the count only gets as high as TWOOOOOOOO~!, as Calvin is able to escape by the skin of his teeth yet again! Szechstein rolls backwards and gets to his feet, blood streaking down his face as Malibu gets up as well, not wasting any time in charging Szechstein, shoving him back into the ropes! Calvin, however, gains the upper hand and shoves Zack off, sending him to the opposite side of the ring and into the ropes. Malibu hits them hard, coming flying back at Szechstein, who looks for a Stungun… but Malibu grabs the ropes and falls forward, hanging onto the top rope to avoid the Stungun! He pulls himself back up, looking to skin the cat…

 

But Szechstein comes out of nowhere, catching Malibu with a vicious YAKUZA KICK~! to the face! Malibu loses his grip on the top rope, clutching his face in pain and falling down, slamming into the ring apron before falling to the outside. Our camera gets a good shot of Malibu clutching his face, blood oozing between his fingers as he removes his hands, and we can see blood beginning to surface on Malibu’s lips, dripping out of his nose, and streaming from the cut above his eye – a memory of the two huge boots to the face from Szechstein.

 

Hebner begins to count Malibu out, and Zack slowly gets to his feet on the outside, whilst inside the ring Szechstein coolly takes a seat, watching Malibu struggle to his feet through his pained haze. As Hebner’s count hits three, Malibu hits his feet, and Calvin stands up as well, bouncing off of the far-side ropes and coming charging at Malibu, leaping over the top rope and looking for a huge crossbody on Malibu…

 

But Zack sidesteps, and Calvin goes crashing to the outside! Hebner restarts the count as Malibu grabs Szechstein, lifting Calvin to his feet and pulling the champion over to the announce table!

 

CABOOSE

Oh c'mon, not again!

 

COACH

I wouldn't hide under it this time, Caboose.

 

COLE

I wouldn't sit here, either. Let's back it up guys!

 

Madly in anger, Malibu climbs up onto the announce table, grabbing Szechstein and pulling him up onto the announce table with him. The crowd roars as Zack lifts one arm, signaling for the huge powerbomb!

 

Malibu swiftly drives a knee into Szechstein’s stomach, doubling the champion over as Malibu shoves Calvin’s head between his legs, putting Calvin into a standing headscissors! The challenger lets out a huge roar as he lifts Szechstein up, then DRIVES HIM FORWARD WITH THE CODE RED CLASH THROUGH A TABLE~!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

CABOOSE

COPYRIGHT INFRINGMENT! MALIBU SHOULD BE SUED!

 

 

Szechstein is half-dead as Zack brushes the blood-soaked hair out of his eyes, grabbing Szechstein and lifting him to his feet. Clumsily, Calvin follows Zack’s lead as the prep rolls him into the ring. Hebner instantly goes to check on Szechstein, and as he does so COLVID~ appears, leaping over the guardrail and attacking Malibu!

 

COLE

Look at this! Calvin's got his Totally Endorsed backup here!

 

Malibu tries to amateur wrestle Colvid, but the bigger TE member tries to avoid this. Zack tries to grab Colvid in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Colvid hops back from it, charging forward and flattening the prep with a huge lariat!

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

 

The TE lackey grabs Malibu, lifting Zack to his feet before grabbing him by the arm, whipping Malibu into the barrier and following close behind him! Zack’s body goes flying into the guardrail, and as the natural reaction of Zack bouncing off tries to take place it is cut off at the knees by Colvid, who pancakes Malibu into the railing once more! The grinning Colvid backs off, allowing Malibu’s limp body to fall to the padding on the outside, while inside the ring Calvin begins to stir ever so slightly.

 

Colvid hops back over the guardrail, disappearing from sight as Calvin begins to get to his feet and Hebner, satisfied with Szechstein’s progression, stands up to look at Zack, clutching his back on the outside. Hebner begins to count, the crowd dying to see Malibu get up and win this match but the recent actions of Totally Endorsed hinting at a dramatically different ending!

 

“ONE!”

 

Malibu doesn’t stir, but inside the ring Calvin is at one knee, his fist shakily holding him up as blood drips, forming a tiny puddle on the mat.

 

“TWO!”

 

Malibu still doesn’t stir, but Szechstein hauls himself up to both feet, standing up to his full height, though still a bit wobbly – if the Code Red Clash can win him World titles, it can certainly put him out of commission for a period of time.

 

“THREE!”

 

Malibu finally stirs, the roaring of the supportive crowd causing him to get up to one knee, and his fire is beginning to come back as well, as at “FOUR!” he leaps to his feet, sliding into the ring, having caught his second wind! The crowd is going nuts as Calvin welcomes the challenge, eager to slap Malibu right back down to the mat. The challenger charges Szechstein, looking to do some serious damage…

 

*THWACK!*

 

School’s Out on Malibu! When Calvin got hit with his own finisher, it was on the outside, and the match couldn’t be won off of it… but now Zack has been hit with his own finisher, and all Szechstein has to do is drop down and make the cover… which he does!

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!”

 

 

How ironic, wouldn’t it be, if at the biggest show of the year, a School’s Out won the match, but not for Zack Malibu?

 

 

 

“TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

But, alas, what of Calvin’s pride, knowing that he won the match using the move made famous by his hated rival?

 

 

“THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE – ”

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a word, this pride of Calvin is too strong, and he lifts Malibu’s shoulder off the mat himself, not wanting to win this match using Zack’s move! There is no question, he would have had the match won! – but his pride stops him from winning off of Zack’s move, and with that he gets to his feet, going over to the corner and deliberately climbing the turnbuckles.

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

“MAL – I – BU!”

 

The crowd, desperately chanting, praying that Malibu can avoid whatever it is Szechstein wishes to deliver, and praying that their hero can win the match… is it to be, however? Szechstein hits the top rope, turning around to face his hated rival and steadying himself on the top rope, looking out at the fans, Zack Malibu in the middle of the ring, the IZ commentators, the HD commentators…

 

And then, he jumps! Flipping forward, four-hundred-and-fifty degrees, looking for the FUBU 450 Splash to end the match, to end AngleMania III, to once again prove his dominance!…

 

 

 

 

BUT ZACK MALIBU ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Calvin comes up nothing but canvas, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts, as Zack Malibu gets to his feet, breathing heavy, blood dripping down his face as he seeks to FINALLY put away the champion! Malibu stands up slowly, having to catch his balance before his legs give out underneath him, as he pats his legs, eyeing Calvin like a peeping tom would spy on the hot blonde across the street. Slowly, Calvin comes up, looking in Malibu's direction as if he knows the end is near...

 

...SCHOOL'S OUT TO CALVIN SZE...NO! ZACK'S FOOT IS CAUGHT! Calvin spins him around, and quickly pulls him in for the CODE RED CLASH~!...NO~! MALIBU FALLS BACK TO HIS FEET! Zack runs forward, ramming Calvin back first into the corner, and then propping himself up with his feet in Calvin's chest, monkey flipping the champion across the ring! Calvin lands with a resounding THUD! on the mat, as Zack rolls to his feet. After a few seconds, as Calvin attempts to get to his knees, let alone his feet, Malibu charges in, springing up into the air with an extended right knee...ZACK ATTACK~!...

 

...IS AVERTED, AS CALVIN LEAPS UP WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE, KNOCKING MALIBU OUT OF THE AIR, AS WELL AS KNOCKING THE AIR OUT OF MALIBU~! Calvin lays across Zack, pulling a leg in close to keep him down! Earl Hebner's hand hits the mat ONCE...

 

...TWICE...

 

THIRD TIME...IS NOT THE CHARM~! ZACK MALIBU KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN~!

 

COLE

So close, yet so far away for Calvin Szechstein!

 

CABOOSE

Bah, victory is imminent, Cole. Stop being an optimist.

 

Calvin pulls Zack up, and sends him into the corner...NO! Zack reverses the whip, sending Calvin crashing in, and then follows in closely...but Calvin ducks and rolls out of the way! Malibu is onto him however, and leaps up to the top rope, turning back to the ring while Calvin still has his back to him, and then leaps off with a rana from the top rope, landing on Calvin's shoulders and snapping him o...NO! CALVIN HANGS ON, AND STEPS HIS LEGS OVER ZACK'S DANGLING ARMS...CODE RED CLASH~! CODE RED CLASH~!

 

CABOOSE

SEE! I told you Cole! This is it!

 

The crowd seems deflated, as their hero was just blasted with the signature manuever of the World Champion! Earl Hebner is right there for the count, as the crowd hears the

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

 

...

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

COLE

I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

 

CABOOSE

SLOW COUNT! SLOW COUNT!

 

COACH

How would you know? You guys use kilometers, not miles.

 

CABOOSE

What are you TALKING about?

 

The crowd ROARS, as Zack Malibu, albeit barely, threw a shoulder up at the last possible nanosecond of that pin attempt. Calvin stands up, scowling down at his fallen foe, and yanks him off the mat rather hastily, then locks on a facelock. Calvin reaches down, hooking Zack's leg, and it appears he's looking to spike Zack with Malibu's own POP DROP~!...

 

...BUT MALIBU CATCHES HIM WITH A SMALL PACKAGE~!

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

THR...NO! CALVIN ROLLS THROUGH AND TO HIS FEET! HE'S GOT MALIBU HOOKED...NO! ZACK SHOVES HIM BACK INTO THE ROPES, AND CATCHES HIM WITH A SNAP SPINEBUSTER~! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN IN CENTER RING~!

 

Earl Hebner stands amongst the two fallen competitors, beginning the traditional standing ten count, as fans clap, cheer, stomp their feet, and make any type of noise possible.

 

ONE...TWO...THREE...

 

Neither man stirs much, as Hebner continues. A "Zack" chant that starts in the balcony area of the arena moves downward, amongst the ringside fans.

 

FOUR...FIVE...SIX....

 

Both men are down, still not showing any signs of life. Could the Anglemania main event end in a draw?

 

SEVEN...EIGHT...NI...MALIBU CRAWLS OVER ONTO CALVIN! HEBNER DIVES IN FOR THE COUNT~!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THRE...NO!! NO!!! CALVIN SZECHSTEIN KICKS OUT OF THE FALL!!

 

Zack looks up at Hebner, and now he can't believe that that wasn't three. It wasn't though, and Hebner reminds Zack as much. Zack hooks both of Calvin's arms, bringing him up to a Pedigree position, and rams knees repeateldy into his sternum and stomach before carrying him over with a butterfly suplex, and rolling through, into a second...NO! CALVIN DUMPS ZACK OVER HIS SHOULDER WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS~!

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

THR...REVERSAL! ZACK BRIDGES UP WITH THE HOLD, BRINGING CALVIN INTO A STANDING HEADSCISSORS...NO! CALVIN DUMPS ZACK OVER THE ROPES...BUT ZACK LANDS ON THE APRON! He jerks Calvin by the hair, pulling him down to the mat, then slingshotting in with a legdrop...BUT CALVIN ROLLS OUT UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE TO THE APRON~! The impact does no favors for Zack's already beaten on back area, and he lay on the mat, as Calvin pulls himself up to stand on the apron. He jumps up, springboarding off the top rope...WITH A SPRINGBOARD FUBU 450 SPLASH...THAT HITS KNEES~! ZACK GOT HIS KNEES UP~!

 

COACH

I don't think Calvin "kneeded" that! HA!

 

CABOOSE

Well aren't you a regular Dave Chapelle.

 

COACH

No, I'm DA COACH, bitch! SLAP!

 

Calvin curls up into fetal position on the mat, but as the cameras close in tightly on him, it looks like he's fishing for something in his tights (not like THAT, perverts). Zack gets up, and walks over to him, and as he pulls him up Calvin knocks Zack's hands away, and tries for a right hand, which is covered with Knux! Zack blocks the punch, however, and delivers a haymaker that staggers Calvin! Calvin stumbles back towards Zack, and SCHOOL'S OUT CONNECTS~!...

 

...ON EARL HEBNER~! HEBNER FALLS THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR~! CALVIN DUCKS, AND DELIVERS A LOW BLOW WITH THE KNUX~!

 

COLE

Earl is down! We have no referee!

 

CABOOSE

That should be a disqualification!

 

COACH

It was an accident!

 

CABOOSE

So were you. It doesn't make it right.

 

Zack crumbles to the mat, as an exhausted Calvin falls to all fours, panting and gasping for air. Looking over, Calvin sees Earl laid out on the floor, and he tucks and rolls out to the floor as well. He stands above Earl, looking at him, and not seeing him move. Calvin moves past him, over to the timekeeper table, and yanks Michael Buffer up by the collar, and shoves him aside! Calvin folds up the steel chair and slides it into the ring, then enters himself and picks up the chair. Standing over Zack, he brings the chair up, and DOWN~! onto Zack's back, the impact sending Zack from all fours back down onto his stomach. Calvin wails and wails with repeated chair shots...but Zack keeps pushing up! Calvin brings the chair down again, and Zack is knocked back to his stomach...but pushes up AGAIN~! Another chair shot, and AGAIN, ZACK MALIBU PUSHES UP~! MALIBU PUSHES UP TO HIS FEET, AS THE CROWD GOES WILD~!

 

COLE

Zack won't stay down!

 

CABOOSE

Then he's a bigger idiot than I thought!

 

Malibu stands up, and Calvin rears back with the chair, and CRACKS IT~! across Zack's head, sending him back to the mat FINALLY! Calvin drops the chair, laying it out in mid-ring, and pulls Zack up, setting him up for the CODE RED CLASH~!...AND DROPS ZACK ONTO THE CHAIR WITH IT~! Calvin, seeing Earl Hebner slowly pulling himself up on the apron, slides the chair out to the floor, and lays across Zack with a leg hooked!

 

COLE

Not like this! Calvin Szechstein has robbed all of us here tonight!

 

COACH

So THAT'S where my $20 went!

 

Earl slides into the ring slowly, doing the slow crawl to where the pin is taking place. Calvin mouths for Earl to hurry the hell up, as the hand of the most reknowned official in wresting hits the canvas...

 

ONCE~!

 

TWICE~!

 

THREE TIMES~!

 

Your winn...NO~! NO~! NO NO NO NO A THOUSAND TIMES NO~! ZACK MALIBU KICKS OUT JUST BEFORE THREE~!

 

Calvin Szechstein's jaw drops faster than Coach's pants in the women's locker room, as the fans ERUPT. Calvin, in no mood to screw around any longer, pulls Zack up, and AGAIN sets him up for a CODE RED CLASH~!...AND HITS IT~! THIS IS IT~!

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....KICKOUT~! KICKOUT BY ZACK MALIBU YET AGAIN~!

 

Calvin can NOT believe this, but the crowd is RABID. Calvin stands up, kicking at Zack, stomping, whatever, yelling "why won't you DIE!" to his most hated opponent. He picks Zack up, then quickly grabs the arm, taking Zack to the mat as if he were Chris Benoit looking for a crossface, but before he can get a good grip on the arm, Malibu somersaults forward, dodging the potential submission, and as Calvin gets up to grab him....

 

...SCHOOL'S OUT ON CALVIN STOPS HIM DEAD IN HIS TRACKS~!

 

Malibu collapses across Calvin's body, not even able to hook a leg, as this cover is purely out of desperation! Earl Hebner slaps the canvas, as the crowd counts along...

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

COLE

YES~! HE DID IT~! HE DID IT~!

 

COACH

THAT'S MY BOY~! THAT'S MY BOY RIGHT THERE~!

 

CABOOSE

I feel ill.

 

The arena EXPLODES in cheers, as "Bring Me To Life" is cued up. Earl Hebner retains the World Title from Michael Buffer, who takes the microphone and makes the following announcement.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...and the NEW...WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUU~!

 

Hebner helps Zack up to his knees, and hands Zack the title. Zack looks down at the belt, the one he once wore so proudly. The one he won exactly one year ago. The won he has just recaptured. Zack looks into the belt, seeing his own reflection, and then clutches it close to his chest before powering up to his feet and throwing the belt up with two hands, showcasing it to the crowd to one hell of an ovation! Candie comes jogging down the aisle in her street clothes and slides right into the ring, jumping onto Zack's back and kissing on his cheek as he holds the belt up, and then he turns to hug her, drawing even more cheers, if that's possible, from the crowd! Quickly, the ring fills up with other members of the roster heading to the ring as well.

 

CABOOSE

Are you sure you guys don't want to get up in there and leave me alone like you did on Thursday.

 

COLE

No way, 'Booze. This is one of those moments that's going down in history, and I'm going to be right here to call it.

 

Many stars offer their congratulations to Zack, when suddenly one person in particular steps through everyone. CWM comes face to face with perhaps his most hated adversary, and though these men are now technically on the same side, the bad blood apparently still flows. CWM looks at the OAOAST World Title, draped over Zack Malibu's shoulder, and takes the belt off of it!

 

COACH

I don't think I'm going to like this.

 

CABOOSE

This place was based on beltshots, and we're going to see one right here tonight!

 

Caboose winds up disappointed however, as CWM takes the belt...and snaps it around Zack's waist, causing Zack to lightly chuckle. He turns to CWM, and the two lock eyes, before CWM does what Hoff did to him earlier...and extends a hand to the World Champion.

 

COLE

Think he'll take it?

 

CABOOSE

I'm still calling setup!

 

Zack reaches down and takes the hand of CWM, and the two men shake, then embrace, to a standing ovation from the crowd!

 

COLE

What a scene this is! The OAOAST roster, in full support of Zack Malibu, including the grizzled veteran himself!

 

COACH

It's a passing of the torch, Cole!

 

CABOOSE

You wouldn't know torch passing from gas passing.

 

The in-ring celebration continues, as the cameras cut to the aisleway, and show Calvin Szechstein, looking at the floor and holding his head, walking up the ramp, not even looking back at the festivities in the ring.

 

COLE

Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a hell of a ride, but tonight, it all came to a head. Anglemania 3 was a resounding success, and what it all came down to was that Zack Malibu has regained the World Heavyweight Title! Folks, on behalf of everyone in the OAOAST, even those guys on IZ, I'm Michael Cole, alongside Caboose and DA COACH~! saying good night, and more importantly, thank you!

[Tony149 0]

The AngleMania event is the collaboration of about 20 different writers. It's a community event, and the whole of the OAOAST posters should be congratulated, and not just the writers, but for everyone in the last year that participated and added something to this mix. That being said, such a list is tough to create, so merely there is one credit for tonight's show.

 

OAOAST

 

It's been a good run. For those of you, especially Spidey, Eskimo, PRL, Caps, Rando, and most importantly Tony, thank you. It's been a pleasure to work hard at this to provide content and structure for two years, and I've learned alot.

 

With the coming merger, I hope that the IZ guys are not shuffled off into oblivion. Not including them, and not treating them as if they were equal would be a shame, which is how we kind of felt when the brand split occured. I hope that the OAOAST never goes through that "friendly competition" again, I don't think it was healthy.

 

If I can have a last thought, its this. Puerto Rican Lightning is the MVP of IZ, and wrote the best match I feel of the show. Give this guy a chance to be in the spotlight. Sure, he's overbearing, crass, and slightly egomaniacal. But's his contributions are awesome, and the way he handled a feud with a guy thats not even here anymore because of country duty (Cappa) was perfect. PRL...I hope you get the chance to shine on our grandest stage.

 

Kudos for Eskimo for helping me go out in a unique way. I don't think this is the last for SJ, because well, he's still gotta be written off. But who knows? This is the last time I'll be helping to organize, write shows, and put together PPVs, and if I'm ever back, it'll be as a regular guy even if the "powers" I had really only dealth with posting shows.

 

Alls I can ask for is to be respected for what good that's been done. I think Tony feels the same way.

 

Y'all have a great next year.

SJP

 

A OAOAST Entertainment Production

 

DIRECTED BY

Stephen Joseph

Tony149

 

GRAPHICS

Papacita

 

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS

Zack Malibu

Chuck Woolery

NorthStar

 

The Producers Wish To Thank Mystery Eskimo for his efforts on IZ

 

MMIV

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