NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 While the storm clouds gather….. Drek Stone, Johnny Jackson, and Scotty Static standing united Far across the sea…. Tony Brannigan, Dan Black, and CWM talking together in the locker room Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free Crystal and Gunner marching down to ringside to help their fellow upstarts. Let us all be grateful for a land so fair OAOAST General Manager Josie tearing the strands of hair out of her head in frustration. As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. Axel laying in the ring and looking at the lights after losing the Heavyweight Title to Tony Brannigan. God Bless America CSI beating down Peter Knight, with Chris Stevens slapping his rival in the face. Land that I love. We now see the Lightning Crew beating down John Brickston. Stand beside her….. Ayane Mitsui knocking down Lindsey Gonzalez with a tackle …..and guide her…… John Brickston clotheslining Tha Puerto Rican over the top rope. …..thru the night with a light from above. Leon Rodez jumping off the top rope with “Because the Lady Loves” From the mountains…. Bohemoth standing strong with the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title over his shoulder ….to the prairies….. Drek Stone stepping back and hitting Hoff with a well-placed kick to the groin. ….to the oceans…. Okatu displaying the scars on his back proudly. ….white with fooooooooooooaam! CWM hitting Some Guy with the Pollycutter! God bless America! Tony Brannigan hitting Axel with the Out of Body Experience, en route to winning the Heavyweight Title. My home sweet home. Zack Malibu and T-Bod staring at each other warily. God Bless America! Hoff hitting Drek with a HUGE spinebuster. My home…. Axel looking pissed as he steps away from the GPX and Drek. ….sweet….. Tony Brannigan happily holding the Heavyweight Title over his head ….hoooooooooooome! We fade away on a shot of a sweaty Axel trying to use the ring ropes to pull himself up. And HEEEEEEEEEEEEERE comes the fireworks~! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B O O M ~ ! We cut to Triple C sitting at Sofa Central, looking beyond exhausted. Michael Cole has major bags under his eyes. Caboose seems like he's seconds away from passing out. And the Coach is already snoring loudly, cuddling his rather worn stuffed Alix wrestling buddy as he does it. COLE ....oh, oh my....are we on? CABOOSE Ugh....wait, what? COLE I think we're on! Coach, wake up! I think we're here! COACH ....buh, what?! You're kidding! COLE No! We're here, live, at the Great Angle Bash of 2005! I can't believe it. Folks, we've been sitting here for four days, waiting for this show to start. People no-showed at the beginning. But now they're here. And now we're ready to bring this hard-hitting action to your living rooms. COACH Well, what about the women's fourway match? They're not here yet! CABOOSE But come on. Honestly. Who's going to notice? COLE ..... COACH ..... CABOOSE ...... CRICKETS *cricket* *A tumbleweed rolls by over the commentating desk* COLE .....yeah. Anyway, I think we're late enough with this show. So let's get right down to the ring to start this thing! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 The arena abruptly goes dark, save for a single white spotlight that shines at the top of the ramp. The haunting sounds of Radiohead's "Creep" begins to filter through the arena, to boos from the crowd. COLE We are ready to start at the Great Angle Bash...with Christian Wright, in only his second OAOAST match, taking on James Blonde. And we can only hope this match is more competitive than his previous outing, against Igor Stoyanovich. CABOOSE I'm not holding my breath. COLE With all due respect, James Blonde is an actual trained wrestler, unlike Igor. CABOOSE That's debatable. Just as the lyrics begin, Christian Wright emerges through the curtains. But he's not alone, as the monstrous silohuette of Bohemoth emerges at his side. He stops in the spotlight, head bowed, waiting as the boos intensify around him. "I wish I was special..." "You're so very special..." *DRN-UN* *DRN-UN* "But I'm a Creep!!" Right on cue, Christian bursts into life. Down comes the hood of his flowing robe, a focused look on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, with Bohemoth following on behind. On route, Wright disposes of his robe, while Bohemoth keeps an eye out behind for any un-expected attacks. After all, he is a bodyguard. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time-limit. Introducing first...accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard, Bohemoth! From Raleigh, North Carolina...weighing in at two hundred, thirty three pounds... "THE NATURAL"... CCHHHRRRRIIISSSSTTIIIIAAAAAANN... WWRRRRRRIIIIIIGGHHHHHTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rolling into the ring, Wright holds his arms in the air, completely ignoring the jeers from the crowd. Bohemoth watches on the from outside, HI-YAH Championship over his shoulder. COLE I'm surprised to see Bohemoth out here, considering he's got the biggest match of his life upcoming. CABOOSE So, what, as soon as someone wins a belt, they have to be completely selfish? COLE No, but... CABOOSE Bohemoth is a loyal bodyguard to Christian Wright. Of course he's going to be at ringside when Christian has a match. Especially with Leon Rodez around... COACH Yeah, but Rodez can't touch Wright, or vice-versa. CABOOSE Exactly. If Rodez decides to come out here and distract Wright, he can't do anything about it...but Bohemoth can. The Natural is now in conversation with referee Mark Hebner, finger pointed right into the face of the official before pointing back towards the locker room. The word 'Rodez' can clearly been seen mouthed in the middle of the tirade. As meanwhile, "Spirit In The Sky" by Norman Greenbaum has hit and James Blonde has made his way out onto the stage. Anxious to get going, Blonde jigs about on the spot, while Faqu limps out behind him, flanking his tag team partner. BUFFER And his opponent...accompanied to the ring by Faqu! From Vancouver, British Columbia and weighing two hundred, one pounds... JAAAAAAMMEEEEEEEESSSSS... BBLLLLOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEE!!! Introduction over, Blonde switches into top gear and SPRINTS~ to the ring, sliding the full length of the mat...and gets a boot in the back of the head for his troubles! COLE Aw, come on. A cheap-shot straight away! *DING DING DING!* Hebner hurriedly calls for the bell as Wright continues to stomp Blonde down with each attempt at trying to get back up. Eventually, Blonde shimmies over to grab the bottom rope, forcing Hebner to move in. Wright backs off, allowing Blonde to pull himself up. Only to attack as soon as Blonde reaches his fee, clubbing him with repeated forearms before sending him off the ropes. Blonde rebounds as Wright ducks his head, looking for a backbody drop. Blonde sees it coming though, leapfrogging over The Natural and running on. Confused, Wright lumbers around, as Blonde suddenly sprints off the ropes and smashes CW between the eyes with a running forearm! Quickly Wright staggers up and gets caught with an armdrag. And a second. Followed up with a dropkick that sends Wright rolling out of the ring and the fans into a frenzy! CABOOSE 'The hell!?! COLE I'm telling you Caboose, you shouldn't count out James Blonde. This kid has heart. And a lot of hunger. Looking to be completely caught off guard, Wright stumbles around ringside as Bohemoth quickly goes over to check on his ally's condition. Which only gets worse, as suddenly James Blonde flies out of the ring...and wipes out the duo with a plancha!! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And more talent than you give him credit for 'Boose...as proved by that BEAUTIFUL plancha! Rolling off of the bodies, Blonde fires up the fans before loading Wright back into the ring. Blonde then begins to head up top, climbing the ropes carefully while Wright tries to find his feet. As he reaches the top, Blonde is forced to pause as CW searches for his perched opponent, seemingly taking forever to turn around. And when he finally does, Blonde soars, wiping out Wright with a high crossbody and landing on top... ONE! T... ...kickout. Blonde is quickly back up, snatching an arm and whipping Wright into the corner. Hitting the turnbuckles, Wright stumbles out, into another irish whip from Blonde that sends him into the opposite corner. Again, out staggers Christian, again into an irish whip, again hitting the opposite turnbuckles. COLE Blonde has got Christian Wright reeling here! As he staggers out for the third time, Blonde attempts a hiptoss. But Wright blocks it once...and blocks it twice. So Blonde snaps a kick into Wright's midsection, before hooking his leg over Wright's head and tumbling behind Wright. Wright manages to hang onto Blonde's arm though and before he can execute his next move, Blonde gets yanked into a short-arm clotheslin...NO, Blonde ducks! Using his momentum, Wright carries on into the ropes and swings with a clothesline again. Again though, Blonde ducks, hitting the ropes himself and wiping out Wright with another crossbody block... ONE! ...kickout. On the outside, Bohemoth can only yell words of encouragement, as his man is caught with a boot to the gut and snared into a side headlock. Wright quickly fires off forearms to the ribs, backing Blonde into the ropes and sending him off across the ring. As Blonde rebounds, Wright drops down, causing Blonde to go up and over. On runs the Canadian cruiser, as Wright drops down again. However, this time, Blonde puts the brakes on. Confused, Wright pushes himself onto his hands and knees, looking around for Blonde...and gets snared over with an Oklahoma Roll... ONE! T... ...kickout. Both men quickly get to their feet. But it's Blonde who's got his head together, catching Wright with a side headlock takeover and hanging onto the hold. COLE It seems like Christian may have underestimated James Blonde. So far, apart from the early cheapshots, it's been all Blonde...and Wright looks completely flustered. CABOOSE Well, he's probably suffering from jetlag. He only got back from Japan a couple of days ago and I'll guarantee you, he wasn't expecting to be forced into a match tonight. Just another example of the poor management in this company. COACH Dude, they should make me GM. GM JC. HOLLA! COLE ...could be worse. CABOOSE How? As Blonde continues to hang onto the *coughrestholdcough* headlock, Wright angrily yells at Hebner for suggesting he might want to quit. So Blonde tightens up the headlock with a smile. As Hebner continues to check on Wright, The Natural reaches back and grabs a hold of Blonde's tights, levering him back onto his shoulders... ONE! ...Blonde kicks back into position, trying to tell Hebner about the tights pull. But as he tries, Wright grabs the tights again and pulls over Blonde... ONE! ...again, Blonde kicks back. This time, Hebner wheels around to check on any possible tight-pulling. But he needn't bother, as Wright pulls himself back to his feet and shoves Blonde off into the ropes. Coming back, Blonde tries a shoulderblock. Which is a big mistake, as it's he that goes down and Wright that remains standing. Finally, Wright seems to be control again as he hits the ropes. Blonde rolls over, so Wright hurdles him and scampers back... *SMACK!* ...and EATS a standing dropkick from Blonde!! Wright almost gets flipped fully over, landing hard on the back of his head, as Blonde dives on top of him with an eager cover... ONE! TW... Kickout. Smartly, Blonde re-applies the headlock as soon as Wright pushes off of his back. This time though, Wright is quick to get back to his feet, still looking a little dazed as he sends Blonde off into the ropes once more. Exploding off the ropes, Blonde again looks for the running forearm, but ends up running straight into the clutches of his opponent. Wright quickly locks his arms and looks for a belly to belly...but a double earclap breaks that up and sends him reeling away! COACH Somebody's been watching some 80's wrestling, eh? Ears ringing, CW staggers away while Blonde rushes the ropes once more. But as he does so, Hebner seems concerned with Wright and checks on him, allowing Bohemoth to scoop an arm under the bottom rope and trip Blonde up!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh, come on! Yet again, more rotten tactics! CABOOSE He tripped. COLE He did not trip! Bohemoth clearly pulled his leg from under him! CABOOSE Mikey, if you wear tassles on your kneepads, you can't bitch and complain when they trip you up or get caught in people's hands. Faqu tries to charge around the ring after Bohemoth, but Hebner spots him and warns him to get back to his part of ringside. Luckily, Blonde isn't too hurt from the trip and quickly turns around, pointing an accusing finger at the new HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. But in doing so, he turns his back on Christian Wright, who brushes Hebner aside and drives his knee into James Blonde's kidneys! Down goes Blonde like a sack of potatoes, quickly getting cradled up by Wright for a cover... ONE! TWO! Only two! COLE Blonde kicks out, but the damage has been done here. Grabbing Blonde by the hair, Wright drags him to his feet and backs him into the corner. A quick, yet humiliating slap does little damage. But Wright then stoops low, driving a shoulder into the gut of Blonde. And again. Three, four, five shoulders drive the wind out of Blonde before Wright whips him towards the opposite corner. Wright then charges in, but Blonde plants his hands on the top rope and launches up and over Wright...or, up, at least, as Wright puts the brakes on and catches Blonde in a fireman's carry position. Flailing, Blonde tries to scramble to safe ground. But Wright suddenly charges out of the corner and tumbles all his weight across Blonde with the Honor Roll, landing on his feet in front of Blonde and holding his hands to the side with a smirk. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CABOOSE Well, Wright's got his head straight, got his gameplan going. Maybe now we'll see who the REAL wrestler in that ring is. COLE Yeah, maybe now, after all the blatant cheating! As Blonde groans and mods on the mat, CW casually strolls over and wipes the flat of his boot across Blonde's face, earning him a reprimand from Hebner. Wright shrugs it off though, pulling up Blonde. A big right hand rocks him, followed up with a back elbow. Stumbling backwards, just the ropes prop up Blonde now, as Wright drives a couple of knees to the gut. Christian has things going his way now, casually dragging Blonde away from the ropes and hooking him for a suplex... ...looking to hurl him across the top rope... ...but Blonde floats over the back! Wright turns around and goes for a right hand, but Blonde blocks and connects with a jab! Jab! Jab! Jab! Wright is reeling, as Blonde rears back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...and rocks CW with a knifedge! COLE I told you this kid had heart! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" Another chop lights up Wright's bronzed chest, mouth agape... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...as Blonde nails him again. The Natural is rocking and rolling, reeling and...uhm...something, as Blonde turns to the crowd and looks for their support. Which is all the opening Wright needs, lunging forward and kneeing Blonde in the gut again! Winded, Blonde drops to one knee, as Wright takes the chance at a reprieve to catch his own breath. Up comes Blonde again though, so CW goes to the gut again, before desperately grabbing Blonde by the hair and tights and pitching him away... *CLUNK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE, RIBS FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!!! COACH WOAH! CABOOSE Right into the post. What a great move! Wright slumps into a seated position, a relieved smile on his face as he gets the chance to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Faqu rushes over to check on his partner, as does referee Hebner. COLE I don't know whether that was accidental or a deliberate attempt to injure James Blonde. But either way, there may be no way Blonde can continue after that. As the worried Samoan and the worried referee gather around the motionless James Blonde, Christian Wright pulls himself to his feet in the ring and wanders over to his opponent. Quickly, Hebner forces Wright to retreat, clearly concerned for Blonde's condition. Wright obliges, waiting in the opposite corner of the ring, while Blonde is checked on. Hebner then goes to the outside so that he can actually talk to Blonde. But as soon as he does, Wright smirks, suddenly sprinting across the ring and crashing into Blonde's ribs with a baseball slide that crushes him against the ringpost again!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The fans boo the hell out of Wright for his shameful tactic. But he could care less, grabbing Blonde and dragging his limp body from under the bottom turnbuckle into the ring. Blonde is clearly hurt, but Wright could care less as he turns Blonde onto his front and applies a camel clutch. COLE This is certainly no accident! This is just a ruthless attack from a man who wants us to believe he's some sort of 'moral highground'...when in reality, he's just an assho... CABOOSE Hey, easy there! COLE Well, it's true. Maybe if he practiced what he preached once in a while, these people wouldn't resent him so much. But I can't remember a single moral thing this Christian Wright has done since arriving! Wright now has a sick smile on his face as he wrenches back with the camel clutch, Hebner powerless to do any more than check if Blonde wants to give up. Face contorted in pain, Blonde shakes his head with a 'NO'. But Wright continues to lean back on the hold and bend Blonde as close to in-half as possible. "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" The crowd rally behind Blonde now as he grits his teeth, reaching out for the ropes defiantly. Wright doesn't let him get close though, before re-wrenching the hold and re-asserting his dominance. On the outside, Faqu seems clearly worried, as his partner desperatly clings on. Even despite Wright now fish-hooking his mouth for good measure. 1! 2! 3! 4! Wright breaks the fishhook on four, but not the camel clutch, which is doing the real damage. Again, Blonde refuses to give up as Hebner once more asks him. So CW pulls back a little extra on the hold. But still, Blonde is hanging on. And in his frustration, Wright once again grabs a fishhook on the mouth. 1! 2! 3! 4! Breaking the hold, Wright is this time forced to break the camel clutch itself by impatient referee Mark Hebner. Wright doesn't seem too worried though, as he drags Blonde up to his feet and takes him over with a textbook vertical suplex. Clutching his ribs immediately, Blonde tries to roll out of the ring, but can't get out in time, as Wright grabs him by the ankle and drags him towards the centre of the ring. Blonde tries to crawl away again, but Wright is again there to stop him, as he again applies the camel clutch. COLE Going back to the hold, Christian Wright clearly has no intention of trying to wrestle Blonde on his feet again. He wants to keep this on the mat. CABOOSE And it's only a matter of time before Blonde has to give up. Wright sits in with the hold, looking out into the crowd as he casually pulls back on the head. "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" Again, the fans are rallying behind the Canadian, as he tries to push up and escape the hold. Wriggling this way and that, Blonde has managed to all but block out the pain now and is doing everything in his power to escape the camel clutch. Sensing that he may be in trouble, Wright tries to tighten up the hold. But Blonde is still fighting, so Wright decides to grab a handful of Blonde's face and tug at whatever 'hooks' he can grab. 1! 2! 3! 4! Breaking on four, Wright angrily releases the camel clutch again, dropping a knee into the small of Blonde's back. Another groan escapes Blonde, as Wright rolls him over and makes a pin attempt... ONE! TWO! Shoulder up! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Despite the pain and despite the hurt ribs, Blonde isn't going to quit on you. Grabbing a handful of hair, Wright begins to drag Blonde up once more. Blonde meekly sends a forearm into Wright's abdomen, but The Natural shrugs it off and snaps Blonde over with another vertical suplex. Hitting the mat, Blonde's back arches him off the canvas slightly. Only for Wright to shove him back down and drop an elbow across the chest. Before dropping a second one slightly lower, into the ribs. Blonde can do little except writhe in pain, while Wright takes his time...about dropping a knee into the chest, following it up with another cover... ONE! TWO! Just two! Wright looks slightly pertubed as Blonde's shoulder comes off the canvas, pulling him to his feet. Stooping low, CW charges and shoves Blonde back into the turnbuckles. Blonde begins to fall out from the corner, but Wright shoves him back and drives in some more shoulder thrusts...three, four and then five, before coming back up and following them up with a knee. With his opponent safely slumped in the corner, Wright takes a moment to taunt the fans, before lifting Blonde so he's seated on the top turnbuckle. COACH What's this? COLE I'm not sure, but it doesn't look good for James Blonde! With Blonde perched, Wright turns his back to the Canadian and hooks his hands under his armpits. But whatever he has in mind doesn't come to fruition as Blonde quickly punts him between the shoulder blades. The shock causes Wright to release Blonde, turning slowly around...and getting NAILED in the jaw with a right hand! And again. Wright staggers, as Blonde snatches him in a front facelock and dives off the top, whipping around and SPIKING Wright on his head with a Tornado DDT!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH It looked like Wright was attempting an Iconoclasm, but Blonde fought his way out and now both men are down and hurtin'! CABOOSE Since when do you know what an Iconoclasm set-up looks like!?! COACH Iconawhat? Stop speaking gibberish, Englishman. With both Wright and Blonde down, Hebner checks on their condition before stepping back... 1! ...and applying his count. 2! 3! "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" 4! 5! 6... On six, Wright has pulled himself up on the ropes and is just about on his feet. Hebner stops his count as Wright stumbles around the ring, while Blonde is now pulling himself up slowly but surely as well. Both men are eventually up to their feet, with Wright first to swing with a right hand...ducked by Blonde, who connects with one of his own. Gritting his teeth, Blonde continues to nail right hands, his left clutched to his ribs, as he begins to back Wright up against the ropes. Wright boots him in the gut to turn the tide, wheeling Blonde around and sending him into the ropes. As he swings with a clothesline though, Wright gets only air, as Blonde ducks underneath and takes Wright over with a schoolboy... ONE! TW... ...No, Blonde can't hold Wright down. Both men scramble up, with Wright going to the gut with a knee again and pulling Blonde into a standing headscissors. Cutting the air to signal it's OVAH~, Wright then scoops up Blonde...crucifixing his arms... ...but Blonde tumbles free, taking Wright over with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! Just two! Again, both men race to beat the other up, with Blonde first to do so and charging at his opponent. But CW sees him coming, ducking his head and... *WHAM!* COACH SPINEBUSTAAAAAAAAAAHHH~! Blonde gets drilled, as Wright catches his breath momentarily before making the cover... ONE! TWO! T... NO!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Wright questions the count as he gets to his feet, backing Hebner into a corner with his protests. Behind him, James Blonde is getting to his feet, Wright seemingly unaware as Blonde charges him... ...but Wright moves... ...and Blonde JUST stops short of crushing Hebner in the corner! Seeing his opportunity, Wright charges quickly, Blonde and Hebner's confusion leaving them standing targets... *OOOOF!* ...but Hebner and Blonde BOTH move out of the way, causing Wright to crash sternum first into the turnbuckles, staggering out into another schoolboy roll-up... ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT!! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Damn it, so close! COACH That's not very impartial. COLE Wright planned that whole movement. Wright was trying to sandwich Hebner in the corner, to get him out of the way, but it didn't work either time and it almost cost Wright the match. Which would have been no more than he deserved! As he gets to his feet, Wright again seems too pre-occupied with Hebner. And for his troubles, he gets a boot to the gut and a quick Million $ Kneelift from Blonde! Down goes Wright, but he's quickly back up, easy prey however for a Blonde clothesline. Another clothesline connects and now Wright is reeling again. Blonde quickly grabs an arm and whips Wright across the ring and into the ropes, ducking his head as he comes back. But does so too early. Wright sees it and drops in front of Blonde, driving an axehandle into the back of the head that torques Blonde's body down before it whiplashes back up again. Blonde staggers back, the ropes pushing him back towards Wright. Who is waiting, catching Blonde under the arms and driving him to the canvas!! CABOOSE Wright Off!! He got him with the Wright Off!! ONE! TWO! THREE.. NO, SHOULDER UP!! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Wright looks completely shocked, as Hebner confirms it was just a two count. Faqu applauds his partner's efforts from ringside while Wright pulls himself up and verbally launches into Hebner once more. But Hebner is unwavering, leaving The Natural furious. "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" "BLONDE!" Pointing into the crowd, Wright yells that "This one's for you" before walking back over to Blonde and grabbing him by the leg. COLE Wait a minute, Wright's signalling for the Figure Four Leglock her...NO! *CLUNK!* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE ...RIGHT INTO THE POST!! The crowd go wild as Blonde blocks Wright's Figure Four attempt by shoving him shoulder-first into the ringpost! Bo can only watch on despairingly, as Wright staggers out from the corner, into a cradle from Blonde... ONE! TWO! THREE.. NOOOOO!!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Now it's Blonde's turn to question the count, as Wright is up but clearly dis-orientated. Pulling himself up, Blonde trails Wright with his arms raised, signalling as he snatches on the Cobra Clutch! But Wright puts a stop to the Illegally Blonde attempt with an punch to the gut! Two is enough to cause Blonde to retreat... *SMACK!* ...and he instantly takes a Superkick to the face!! COLE Wright dodged a bullet there. CABOOSE He did more than dodge it, Cole. He deflected it right into Blonde's face! With Blonde KOed seemingly, Wright shakes off the remaining pain in his shoulder. Before his expression becomes oh so deliciously evil, as he stares down at the writhing Blonde. With little hesitation, Wright bends down and drags Blonde to his knees. Snaring an arm, Wright pauses momentarily, before hooking up the other arm as well. Wright uses the double underhook to lift Blonde from his knees to his feet, before lifting him on up and over his shoulder, canadian backbreaker style. Still Blonde's arms are hooked and he seems completely helpless, as Wright circles the ring, letting the crowd get a good, long look... ...before dropping to his knees. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, my! That's the 'Spinal Fusion'! CABOOSE Seems like a fitting name. Blonde almost bends in half, the wrong way, before slumping off of Wright's shoulder. Smirking, Wright lounges back on top of Blonde with a casual cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And he got him! Wright rolls to the side to his knees, smirk still on his face as he yanks his hand away from Mark Hebner to make his own victory salute. BUFFER Your winner of this match... "THE NATURAL"... CHRISTIAN... WWRRRRIIIIIIGGHHTT!!! Some of the crowd boo while the others seem eerily silent. Wright could care less what the fans are doing as he strolls across the ring and demands a microphone. Meanwhile, Faqu has entered the ring and together with Hebner is checking on James Blonde. Recieving the microphone, Wright strolls back over towards Blonde. Luckily for James, Faqu quickly places himself in between his fallen friend and the advancing Natural. Unluckily for Faqu, he doesn't see Bohemoth coming. *WHAM!* COLE Now, what the hell was the meaning of that!?! CABOOSE Pre-match warm-up? Faqu gets completely blindsighted by Bohemoth's clothesline and crashes to the mat. All of which increases the growing smirk on Wright's face. WRIGHT Let this be a lesson to you two...and to everyone in the locker rooms watching right now. For as long as I am unable to fight my moral fight against Leon Rodez, I will be forced to take alternative action. Leon, I cannot make you suffer directly. So, until I can...then those who support you and those that condone you...THEY will purge for YOUR sins! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As the crowd jeer Christian Wright, he turns his attention to the fallen duo of Blonde and Faqu, crouching down beside them. WRIGHT James Blonde. Your sole intention for requesting this match with myself, was for Leon Rodez's good. And look where it has got you. When you wake up tommorrow morning in your hospital bed, with your ribs reminding you fully of this night...don't blame me. For I did this...for your own good. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" WRIGHT When eating becomes too painful for you. When you have trouble moving, or even breathing...there is only one person to blame. Leon. Rodez. Wright turns away from Blonde, to Faqu, who is beginning to recover a little. WRIGHT And Faqu...when you wake up tommorrow morning, unable to walk...it's Leon Rodez YOU have to blame as well. The crowd jeer once more, as Wright tosses the microphone away, staring down at Faqu. COLE What does he mean by that...HEY! WHAT THE HELL!?! Suddenly, Wright grabs Faqu's injured right leg and whips around it, applying a Figure Four Leglock on the Samoan!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* Hebner frantically calls for the bell to be rung, as Faqu WAILS in pain. There's a downright sadistic look in the eyes of Christian Wright as he wrenches on the Figure Four, ripping and tearing at Faqu's knee, pulling back with the hold with every ounce of energy he has left in him. *DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* COLE Come on...GET SOMEBODY OUT HERE!! CABOOSE You're going to need more than 'somebody' out here. You're going to need a whole lot of 'somebodies'. The bell frantically rings once more, as finally Wright releases the Figure Four and rolls to his feet. The boos are still raining down on Wright as he stares at the lifeless Blonde and the writhing Faqu. Emotionless. No smile. No sorrow. Nothing...but vindication. COLE This chaos has got to stop! We've got two men, loyal OAOAST employees, who could be seriously injured. Something needs to be done about this! And we need some help out here for Faqu and James Blonde. CABOOSE Man, this is the problem with starting a show off with a match of this caliber. The other superstars are going to have to work like hell to beat it! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 COLE Over the past few weeks, we've been introduced to the Hardcore legend of Otaku and the cast of characters that have accompanied him. We've seen their rivalries brought to the forefront here in the OAOAST. Well, tonight, it comes to a head. And to be honest, none of us are too sure of exactly what these men are capable of yet. COACH This should be good. ~”The Lightbringer” by Interfector starts up, and Satan’s Foot Soldiers walk out. The crowd boos, but they just laugh evilly and walk down the ramp.~ Michael Buffer: Introducing first, they all hail from Death Valley in California, PLEASE WELCOME AS-MO-DAI, ME-PHIST-O, BEL-I-AL, and LIL-ITH, SATAN’S FOOT SOLDIERS! ~The group gets into the ring and pulls down their hoods as they wait for their opponents. “Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” starts up and Mad Machine walks out. They walk down to the ring slowly, staying together. When they reach the ring, Otaku pulls off his shirt, then he reaches behind his head and pulls off his mask, then slides into the ring.~ Michael Buffer: Introducing Otaku II, Ayane Mitsui, Mike “The Punisher” Guerriero, “The Sheriff” Tony Capella, and Ayane Mitsui, they are collectively known as the MAD MACHINE! Cole: Mad Machine has had a very bad month filled with cheap attacks by SFS. ~Mad Machine has no reaction to their announcement, Otaku simply stares down his foes. Tony gets into the ring and indicates to Otaku that he wants to start out.~ Cole: Actually, Tony starting up makes more sense because Otaku’s submission style is more suited to a worn down opponent while Tony’s old school brawling works better in the opening stages of a match like this, this Survivor match concept, where when one team member goes down, the next come sin until one team is defeated. Also, the reality of the matter is that Tony is getting older his stamina won’t be great, so while he might get taken down, he can do a fair amount of damage before that. Caboose: That makes a scary amount of sense considering it came out of your mouth, Cole, but I doubt any amount of strategy that Mad Machine employs will be enough to overcome the size advantage of SFS. Coach: We’ll have to see. ~Tony and Asmodai start out, and Tony wastes no time peppering Asmodai with a series of chops, bionic elbows, and even a few closed right fists. Asmodai staggers back into the ropes. Tony seems quite satisfied with himself, and he charges to attempt a clothesline, but Asmodai was playing possum, and he back drops the old veteran to the floor! Tony groans in pain and struggles to his feet, clutching his back. Lilith hops onto the ring apron and starts talking to the referee, while Mephisto runs over and whips Tony into one of the sets of ring steps. Mad Machine comes over, but by now, Lilith is done, and the ref tells MM to back off. Tony rolls into the ring, and Asmodai waits in a corner for him to get up(think like Goldberg when he’s looking for the spear). As Tony gets to his feet, Asmodai charges and hits a running headbutt!~ Cole: Both men are down! I’m not sure that was the smartest move on Asmodai’s part. ~Asmodai gets to his feet first and pulls up Tony, then puts him in a Canadian backbreaker!~ Caboose: Look at the strength of Asmodai! He’s lifted up Tony Capella like he didn’t weigh a single pound. ~Tony quickly taps out. Mike Guerriero comes in.~ Caboose: Looks like your little strategy failed, Cole. Cole: That was far from a clean match, Caboose! Caboose: Who cares if it was clean, the result is what I care about. ~Guerriero and Asmodai circle, then grapple. “The Punisher” gets the upper hand and throws down Asmodai. Asmodai gets up and blindly runs at Guerriero, who power slams him, but doesn’t attempt a pin. Insetad, he waits and stalks his opponent. When Asmodai gets up, Guerriero grabs him and slams him down with his big belly to belly suplex! Guerriero leaps in the air, and the crowd cheers, as this is the signal for the Final Judgement! Mephisto goes up on the apron, and the referee is once again distracted! Lilith comes in and throws salt in Guerriero’s eyes!~ Cole: They’re screwing Mad Machine over again! Come on ref! ~Asmodai gets up and sees that his foe is defenseless, so he sets up the Plunge.~ Asmodai: SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! ~Asmodai hits the Plunge! He pins Guerriero! 1! 2! 3!~ Cole: Another member of the Mad Machine is eliminated! It’s now 4 on 2! ~Ayane gets in the ring, despite protests from Otaku. She walks right up to Asmodai, and the 6’5” Asmodai just towers over the 5’5” Ayane. She says something that gets Asmodai upset, then when he tries to punch her, she judo throws him down and quickly applies an armbar. He taps out just as quickly. Now Lilith comes in. Ayane tries a sweep kick, but Lilith jumps it, and Ayane well, Ayane was about to attack, but the Lightening Crew runs in and attacks the Mad Machine. The referee calls for a no contest, and road agents run out and separate the two teams.~ Cole: Are SFS and the Lightening Crew in cahoots? Caboose: I guess it remains to be seen. I bet this isn't over yet. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen. The matchup graphic for PRL/Brickston appears onscreen, causing the crowd to pop, and pop loudly I might add. COLE Well, ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is what Good Ol’ JR would call a “slobberknocker” for the 24/7 AND Italian Titles. It’s “Champion Vs. Champion”, and it’s coming up next! CABOOSE I can’t wait! This one has been building for a damn long time! Tha Puerto Rican, The CORPORATE 24/7 Champion is going to battle the Italian Champion, John “Rock Hard” Brickston, who has been very lucky up until today. PRL will finally, FINALLY cause his luck to run out! COACH We have come to the end of this feud. At long last, we will find out just who is the better man. PRL or John Brickston? COLE This one has been building up since Brickston returned to the OAOAST on April 15th. But these two have a history that goes all the way back to January 20, 2004, when PRL debuted Brickston in the OAOAST as PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member. Now, it has all come full circle. The student faces the teacher. The loser goes home empty handed. The winner goes home with not one, but TWO title belts in his possession! CABOOSE It’s just like Star Wars. Anakin Skywalker vs. Obi-Wan Kenobi, except this time, Anakin wins! COACH Anakin DOES win. He killed Obi-Wan after he became Darth Vader. Haven’t you seen A New Hope? CABOOSE I…uh…well…shut up! Don’t correct me! COACH Got ya. COLE Anyway folks, let’s go backstage where Josh Matthews is with Tha Puerto Rican. Josh? The camera does a close-up on the only belt in professional wrestling that’s also a working clock! The 24/7 Championship belt. The camera pulls back, and we see Tha Puerto Rican, cocky and annoying as usual. JOSH MATTHEWS PRL, you are only moments away from what could be the last match between you and John “Rock Hard” Brickston. What are your thoughts heading into the “Champion Vs. Champion” Match? PRL Josh, what time does it say on my belt? J. MATH Uh…9:08 p.m.? PRL Wrong! The belt says it’s time for John Brickston’s Italian Title reign to end! He has held onto the belt I MADE FAY-MUSH for FAR too long! As the greatest Puerto Rican/Italian Champion of all-time, I can’t just sit back and watch him soil the legacy of the title! Do you realize that the OAOAST record books will forever have him listed as a champion? Think about it: Me, “Shooter” Jay Darring, me again, Mad Cappa, Drek Stone, Mad Cappa, Stephen Joseph Popick, and then…John Brickston. (Singing): One of these things is not like the other! J. MATH So, what is your strategy against Brickston for tonight? PRL My strategy? My strategy is to lay the smackdown on his candy ass! That’s my strategy! John Brickston doesn’t have half the talent that I do! I’m going to kick that big, steroid injecting muscle head’s ass so much, he’ll be on his knees begging me to stop! Just like The Lightning Crew’s theme song says, there is NO CHANCE IN HELL that I will lose the 24/7 Title tonight! Not a chance in hell! Infact, I guaran-damn-tee that I will walk out of The Great Angle Bash with the Italian Title. Did you hear that? GURAN-DAMN-TEE! And as all my Lightning Bolts know, my guaran-damn-tees always come true! I’m the Joe Namath of the OAOAST! (The crowd boos) PRL So, as I walk into this very important match, I remember the words that my manager, the great Stephen Joseph Popick said to me. He told me, “P.R., win one for the gipper.” No, wait. He said, “May the Force be with you.” No, he didn’t say that either. Oh, now I remember! He said “P.R., don’t just win for yourself. Don’t just win for The Lightning Crew. Win this match for the millions upon millions of Puerto Rican fans!” So, Lightning Bolts, I’m thinking of you when I step into the ring. And when the dust has settled, and the smoke has cleared: the Titanic. Still sunk. The Berlin Wall. Still fell. Paris Hilton. Still a slut. And Tha Puerto Rican. STILL the 24/7 Champion and the NEW Italian Champion! THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~!!! JOSH MATTHEWS Alright guys. Back to you. CABOOSE Oh PRL. You gotta love him! COLE I rather not. CABOOSE Oh, hush up, you wanker! COLE This is a very important match for both PR and Brickston. Let’s look at the tail of the tape. Subway: Eat Fresh! presents the OAOAST Tale Of The Tape ™ Tha Puerto Rican Nicknames: The Corporate Champion, The P.R. Menace Height: 5’9” Weight: 223 lbs. Age: 25 Years Pro: 8 Finishing Moves: Corporate Nightmare, Corporate Smackdown Fast Facts: Current 24/7 Champion, Two-Time Puerto Rican Champion, Former North American Champion Advantages Against Brickston: Speed, Aerial Moves, The Lightning Crew Disadvantages Against Brickston: Is Small, Is Cocky, The Lightning Crew Isn’t Bulletproof John Brickston Nickname: Rock Hard Height: 6’6” Weight: 215 lbs. Age: Unknown Years Pro: 2 Finishing Moves: The Anklelock, Killswitch Fast Facts: Current Italian Champion, Former Member Of The Lightning Crew, Used To Be Known As PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member Advantages Against PRL: Size, Strength, Not Cocky Disadvantages Against PRL: PRL’s Speed And Aerial Moves, The Lightning Crew, May Let Anger At PRL Get To Him COLE The OAOAST 24/7 and Italian Championships are on the line! Winner Take All! And it’s starting right now! Let’s head to the ring! The lights go down. A Puerto Rico flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entranceway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elasped, and out from the curtains and through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, his manager and "Career Consultant" Stephen Joseph Popick, and The Lightning Crew. The crowd’s boos get louder. PR looks at the crowd with disgust. He looks at Popick and The Lightning Crew one more time, and then they all begin their walk to the ring. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit, and is the “Champion Vs. Champion” match for the One And Only AngleSault Thread 24/7 AND Italian Championships! Introducing first, accompanied by his manager and “Career Consultant” Stephen Joseph Popick; and by The Lightning Crew. Weighing in at 223 lbs. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion, “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOO RICCCAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! Loud boos are heard all over the arena, along with chants of "P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL, Popick, and The LC continue their walk to the ring. COLE There he is the 24/7 Champion. Could this be the last time we see Tha Puerto Rican with that belt around his waist? CABOOSE Uh-uh! No way! No how! If you look at the 24/7 Title belt, you can see it is slowly counting the time away until the end of Brickston’s run with the belt. We are getting closer and closer to the beginning of Tha Puerto Rican’s Italian Championship reign! COACH Just listen to this crowd! I bet you’ll have a hard time finding any Lightning Bolts here in this arena. CABOOSE They’re not booing. They’re trying to say “P.R.!” but they can’t properly pronounce the P because they’re, you know, wrestling fans. COLE That’s the worst excuse you’ve come up with yet! Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron, and sneers at the crowd. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez holds the ropes, and Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans boos while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the p.a. systems. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting "P.R. SUCKS!" COLE The entire Lightning Crew is out with him. The Lightning Crew may very well be the deciding factor on whether or not PRL goes home with the 24/7 and Italian Titles tonight. CABOOSE You make it seem like PRL can’t win this on his own. Sure, The LC can help, but this will all come down to who is more talented: PRL or John Brickston. And we all know the answer to that question. COACH Brickston. CABOOSE Wrong answer! *SLAP!* COACH Ow! PRL heads to the second rope, and raises the 24/7 Title belt. He then heads to a second turnbuckle, and raises the belt. PR goes to a third turnbuckle, and raises the belt in the air and "smells the electricity" a'la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth turnbuckle receiving boos. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes, and then does The Lightning Crew Salute with The Lightning Crew. The lights go back on while P.R. removes his sunglasses, earring, and HBK-like entrance attire. "Know Your Role '99" dies down, as PRL, Popick, and The Lightning Crew wait for Brickston to come out. COLE This is such an intense match. There’s a tremendous rivalry between these two. PRL brought Brickston into this company as his pet project. But Brickston turned on PRL and left The Lightning Crew. And now, tonight, PRL can get his revenge. PRL unhooks the 24/7 Title belt from around his waist and hands it over to referee Nick Soapdish. *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing, causing the crowd to pop. After a few seconds of waiting, John “Rock Hard” Brickston walks out onto the entranceway, hyping the crowd up. He no longer has a cast on his right hand, something that worries PRL. Brickston points at PRL, and then makes the “I-want-the-belt” hand motion, before walking to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And his opponent, coming to the ring at this time. Standing 6-foot-6, and weighing in at 215 lbs. From Sacramento, California. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion, JOHN “ROCK HARRRRDDDDDDDD” BRRRRRIIICCCCKKKKKSSSTTTTOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!! COLE The cast is finally gone! It looks like John Brickston is 100% healthy! CABOOSE He’s faking it. It’s easy to take a cast off you know. COLE (ignoring Caboose) Will tonight be the night that Brickston becomes the 24/7 Champion after being screwed out of the title at Living Anglelously? COACH I SO wouldn’t want to be in PRL’s shoes right now. Because John Brickston wants to destroy him, and nothing is going to stop that from happening. CABOOSE Nothing except The Lightning Crew and Popick. Get it right. COLE Brickston is ready. He no longer has taped ribs. He no longer has a cast on his right hand. He has been waiting for this match since April 1, 2004, the day he walked out on The Lightning Crew. It’s gut check time, and it’s happening at The Great Angle Bash 2005! “Rock Hard” enters the ring, and lets out a mighty roar. He eyes PRL, and then unhooks the Italian Title belt from around his waist. He raises the Italian Title belt, possibly for the last time, and gets a nice size pop from the crowd. He shows it off to PRL, and then hands it over to Nick Soapdish. “Fuel” continues playing as Soapdish raises both the 24/7 Championship belt and the Italian Championship belt, and then hands the belts over to a ring crewmember. PRL and Brickston stand on opposite corners, staring at each other. Nick Soapdish checks on PRL and Brickston. CABOOSE Good job ref. Make sure Brickston isn’t hiding any brass knuckles like he did the last time! COLE Ugh! Nick Soapdish calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* “CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION” OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPIONSHIP & OAOAST ITALIAN CHAMPIONSHIP “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (24/7 Champion with Stephen Joseph Popick and The Lightning Crew) VS. JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON (Italian Champion) Tha Puerto Rican and John “Rock Hard” Brickston stare at each other. The crowd is hot, chanting “ROCK HARD! ROCK HARD!” PRL talks trash, while Brickston just stares at PRL. The two slowly walk towards each other, but then run towards each other, and a slugfest erupts. PRL whips Brickston into the ropes. He leapfrogs over Brickston, and then does a reverse leapfrog. He dropkicks Brickston, but the big man does not fall. So, P.R. heads to the ropes, ducks a clothesline, but is met with a big boot from Brickston. He punches him repeatedly in the face, with Tha Puerto Rican desperately trying to block the punches. Brickston clutches PRL’s neck, and lifts him up, choking him with his bare hands to a loud pop. CABOOSE That’s an illegal chokehold! Ref, do something! PRL could die! Nick Soapdish orders Brickston to let go by the count of 5. Brickston lets go at 4. PRL drops to the mat, clutching his throat. “Rock Hard” picks him up, and tosses him onto a turnbuckle. John punches him in the face some more, while The Lightning Crew cheer their leader on. Tha Puerto Rican scratches Brickston’s eyes to take control. COLE What a cheapshot! PRL whips Brickston into the same turnbuckle. CHOP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! PRL punches Brickston, and then heads to the opposite corner. Stinger Splash! He whips Brickston into a second turnbuckle, trying for a second Stinger Splash…but Brickston moves out of the way. Brickston goes back to punching PRL in the face again and again. He Irish whips PRL into the ropes…PRL reverses…Brickston hits PR with a MASSIVE clothesline. He covers PRL. It gets a two count. CABOOSE Aw. So close. Yet so far. Too damn bad. PRL quickly gets back up, but is met with more punches. Brickston whips PRL into the ropes, but puts his head down, so PRL elbows him on the neck. He does it again, managing to get Brickston down to one knee. He heads to the ropes again, and does the Throwback on Brickston, bringing him down to the mat. CABOOSE That’s one of Brickston’s moves! He just embarrassed Brickston! PRL stops to pose, receiving boos. He drops several fists onto Brickston’s forehead, quieting the crowd. He pumps up his boots, heads to the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then does the Five Knuckle Shuffle to boos. CABOOSE Ha! Ha! I love it when he does that! Tha Puerto Rican stomps on John Brickston’s right hand twice. He then stomps his head. Then he goes back to stomping his right hand. COLE It seems quite obvious what PRL is trying to do. CABOOSE Yes, he’s trying to break Brickston’s right hand again. He’s trying to take him out. PRL drops a knee onto Brickston’s right hand, which causes Brickston to clutch the hand in pain. The referee checks on Brickston, but PRL moves the ref out of the way to do another kneedrop onto the right hand. PRL grabs Brickston’s right arm and applies an arm-bar. The Lightning Crew and Popick cheer him on. COLE PRL is focusing his attack on the right hand. The hand that The Lightning Crew broke back in May in a vicious attack backstage. Brickston tries to escape the arm-bar, but is having trouble doing so. He punches PRL in the face until PRL lets go of the hold. PRL gets up, holding his head, so Brickston “kicks his leg from under his leg”, and then grabs PRL’s right leg, turning him around to apply the anklelock! COLE The anklelock has been applied! This could be it! No it isn’t, since Tha Puerto Rican manages to grab the bottom rope. Mr. Boricua grabs PRL and takes him out of the ring. John “Rock Hard” Brickston gets out of the ring and follows them. However, Mr. Boricua comes to the aid of his boss by dropping Brickston with a MASSIVE clothesline of his own. CABOOSE Brilliant strategy from Tha Puerto Rican! COLE The Lightning Crew is once again showing why they should be considered a threat in the OAOAST. Brickston has been taken down by the 6’9” Mr. Boricua. PRL applauds Boricua, and then kicks Brickston when he’s down. He picks up Brickston and slams his head on the ring apron, and follows by throwing him back into the ring. He picks up Brickston again, and goes for a punch. Brickston blocks the punch, and fires back with one of his own. And another. And another. And another. Brickston whips PRL into the ropes, ducks a clothesline, and then grabs PRL from behind, giving him a full nelson slam! Brickston then gets up and gives him the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture. CABOOSE Hey, that’s gimmick infringement! Brickston heads to the ropes, and does a Five Knuckle Shuffle of his own! CABOOSE And he does it again! Unbelievable! Brickston picks PRL up and places him on his shoulders, but PRL escapes, and pokes Brickston in the eyes. PRL grabs Brickston and runs with him towards the ropes, until he is able to give him the Necksnap. PRL gets back into the ring, and when Brickston is on his knees, Tha Puerto Rican charges forward, giving “Rock Hard” The Lightning Shock, causing the crowd to groan. COLE People shouldn’t bend like that. It’s not healthy. PRL takes a breather, but goes back to the attack by order of Popick. PRL waits for Brickston to get up. Once Brickston is on his knees, PRL hits him with the shinning wizard. He goes for the cover. 1…2…KICK OUT! PRL curses in Spanish, and then heads to the top rope. The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003. He covers Brickston again. 1…2…KICK OUT! PRL picks Brickston up again, and whips him into the ropes. He punches Brickston in the face. When Brickston is dazed, PRL heads to the ropes, and jumps up, clotheslining Brickston over the top rope onto the floor. CABOOSE BEAUTIFUL leaping ability by Tha Puerto Rican! He’s the Latino Spider-Man! Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, and Popick lay in some shots on Brickston while PRL leaves the ring. Once PRL is outside, he picks Brickston up, and takes him to a ringpost, where he slams his head against it. Brickston falls to the floor, so PRL poses again. Nick Soapdish orders PRL to get back into the ring, but The Corporate Champ sneers at him. Cuban Wall kicks Brickston in the stomach, and then picks him up, allowing Tha Puerto Rican to grab him and slam his head into another ringpost. Brickston now has a cut above his forehead. COLE John Brickston has been busted open! CABOOSE PRL must not stop. He has to continue the attack. Brickston is bleeding. That’s good. But he mustn’t stop the attack. Mr. Boricua picks Brickston up, so PRL grabs him, and slams Brickston face-first into the third ringpost. PRL picks him up and punches him in the forehead 10 times. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican grabs the Italian Championship belt from the timekeeper’s table while The Lightning Crew lay into Brickston. However Nick Soapdish grabs the title away from PRL to a pop. PR sneers at Soapdish, but then goes back to attacking Brickston, throwing him into a ringpost two more times. P.R. looks at the bloody Brickston with a sinister smile on his face. He throws “Rock Hard” back into the ring, and covers him. 1… 2… BRICKSTON KICKS OUT! COLE Brickston still has fire left! I bet PRL is thinking, “Just what do I have to do to beat this guy?” PRL argues with the ref, and then picks John back up. He whips him into the ropes, with Vitamin X pulling the ropes down so Brickston can fall out of the ring onto the floor. TPR does some trashtalking at Brickston, and then slams his head into a ringpost yet again. COLE Brickston’s head has hit the ringposts 5, 6 times now! He’s bleeding buckets. It’s amazing that he’s still fighting. COACH And let’s not forget, Alfdogg is going to face whoever holds the Italian Title this week on HeldDOWN~!. Alf could have the edge if Brickston wins this match; since I doubt Brickston will be 100% by Thursday. PRL kicks Brickston in the stomach and then picks him up, taking him over to Sofa Central. There, Tha Puerto Rican slams John Brickston’s head onto the announcer’s table. He whips Brickston into a barricade—Brickston reverses—Tha Puerto Rican goes flying over the barricade into the crowd! COLE John Brickston has brought himself a little time with that move! PRL is now getting up, while Brickston is taking a breather. Since Tha Puerto Rican was in control a few seconds earlier, he is able to get up a few seconds after he was thrown over the barricade. He kicks Brickston in the face, but when he puts his right leg over the barricade, Brickston grabs it, and turns it around to apply the anklelock! Brickston, his face covered in blood, screams at PRL to submit. However, Nick Soapdish reminds Brickston that submissions only count in the ring. PRL screams out in pain, but Brickston refuses to let go. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Vitamin X, and Thomas Rodriguez try to pull Brickston off of P.R., but are unsuccessful. So Lindsay applies a sleeperhold on Brickston. Because of this, Brickston lets go. Lindsay gets on Brickston’s back, still applying the sleeperhold, but after a few seconds, Brickston grabs her, and pulls her off, dropping her on the floor. Vitamin X charges after Brickston, but is met with a big boot. Thomas Rodriguez just runs away. CABOOSE John Brickston is an animal! Did you see what he just did? Hurting poor Lindsay! COLE Lindsay DID apply the sleeperhold on John. CABOOSE So what? Don’t you know men aren’t supposed to hit women? Where are your matters? COACH In my pants. COLE That was terrible. Even for you. Brickston goes back to PRL, grabbing his right leg, and dragging him into the ring. PRL desperately tries to cling onto anything he can, including the ring steps, the ring apron, the ringpost. Unfortunately for him, “Rock Hard” Brickston is able to bring him into the center of the ring, where he applies the anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Yes! The anklelock has been applied! It could be over! We could have a new 24/7 Champion in just a few seconds! Tha Puerto Rican claws to the ropes with the anklelock still applied. The crowd is going crazy, rooting Brickston on. But The Corporate 24/7 Champion manages to reach the bottom rope to loud boos. Nick Soapdish orders Brickston to let go. CABOOSE Oh Thank God. Thank God. I thought I was going to have a heart attack for a second. The crowd is very upset, and goes back to booing PR. Brickston still won’t let go, so Nick Soapdish pulls him off. Brickston, his face now a crimson mask, curses at PRL, while PRL holds his right leg. CABOOSE You see. That’s how you can tell PRL is special. He was able to escape the anklelock. Something others haven’t been able to. It’s things like that that show you why PRL is called “The Corporate Champion”, and why he is the 24/7 Champion today. PRL and Brickston both lie on the mat. The Lightning Crew and Popick cheer PRL on, while the crowd cheers Brickston on. Tha Puerto Rican rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. He uses the announcer’s table to get up. He doesn’t notice Brickston getting out of the ring also, and standing right behind him. When Tha Puerto Rican turns around, Brickston grabs him and gives him a belly-to-back suplex on the floor. COACH The Italian Champion is using all the strength he has left to take the 24/7 Champion down. Brickston, losing more blood by the second, and Tha Puerto Rican slowly get up at the same time. They engage in another slugfest, this time outside the ring. PRL goes for a punch, but Brickston ducks, and gives PRL a back suplex on the floor. CABOOSE Why doesn’t Nick Soapdish issue a 10 count? He should be up to 25 by now! COLE Nick Soapdish wants this match to have a winner. We guaranteed that a belt would change hands tonight! That is our promise, and unlike some other wrestling companies, we don’t believe in bait-and-switch. PRL and Brickston lie on the floor, both suffering fatigue. The bloodied John “Rock Hard” Brickston picks up the sweating and out of breath Puerto Rican and slams his head on the announcer’s table, and then throws him back into the ring. John is feeling the effects of the blood lose, as he is having trouble standing up, and is getting dizzy. Still, that doesn’t stop him from climbing the top rope. The crowd starts buzzing, since it isn’t common for a 6’6” big man to climb to the top rope. COLE What’s he doing? COACH I have no idea. MOONSAULT FROM JOHN BRICKSTON!!! COACH DAY-UM~!!! COLE The 6’6” John Brickston just did a Moonsault onto Tha Puerto Rican! I can’t believe my eyes! Brickston and PRL lie on the mat, with the crowd chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Brickston puts his right arm over PRL’s chest. Nick Soapdish counts. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT AT 2.999999999999!!! COLE We almost had a new 24/7 Champion! PRL and Brickston lie on the mat. Brickston slowly gets up, followed by Tha Puerto Rican. John grabs Tha Puerto Rican and places him on the ropes. He then punches him in the face several times. Brickston whips PR into the ropes. PRL ducks the clothesline, and leaps up, grabbing Brickston’s head to apply a sleeperhold! COLE And now a sleeperhold! PRL is pulling out all the stops to win this match! The Corporate Champ is on John “Rock Hard” Brickston’s back, applying the sleeperhold. He cinches the hold tighter, while Brickston moves his arms around, trying to escape. The crowd cheers John on, but Brickston gets on one knee. COLE PRL’s holding on like a pitbull. CABOOSE The blood loss isn’t helping Brickston at all. PRL is weakening Brickston more and more as every second goes by. The crowd claps in unison, trying to get Brickston some more life. Brickston is slowly fading away, sitting on one knee. However, he soon starts shaking his hands, signifying that he is getting some energy. PRL still holds on to the sleeperhold, but it is not hurting Brickston. Brickston gets to a vertical base, and lets out a mighty roar. He grabs PRL, and throws him off his back, and onto the mat, causing PRL to land on his ass. He picks up PRL and whips him into the ropes. PRL ducks a clothesline, ducks a second, but is met with another big boot. P.R. quickly gets up, so Brickston clotheslines him over the top rope onto the floor. COLE Brickston is coming back! You can feel the tide turning! You can feel that a new 24/7 Champion is only moments away! CABOOSE I feel none of that! You’re just saying gibberish! John “Rock Hard” Brickston heads to the outside and punches PRL in the face several times. PRL falls to the mat, but when Brickston goes to pick him up again, PRL lowblows him. Tha Puerto Rican takes control, punching “Rock Hard” in the face several times. He grabs Brickston by the head, and takes him to the ring steps. He tries to slam his head on the steps, but Brickston holds on, and slams PRL on the steps instead. Brickston then throws Tha Puerto Rican back into the ring. PRL crawls around the ring, trying to get away from John. He rests on a turnbuckle, but Brickston attacks him. Brickston whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle—NO!—PRL reverses. However, Brickston fires back with another MASSIVE clothesline that spins PRL inside out! COLE Good God! PRL gets up, and is met with another clothesline, though not as MASSIVE. He picks up P.R., and whips him into a turnbuckle. However, PRL uses this to his advantage, jumping onto the top rope, and doing a moonsault onto Brickston. But wait! Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican stopping the moonsault, and gives him a shoulderbreaker! “Rock Hard” follows by dropping several elbows onto PRL’s chest. He then grabs PRL’s head, and just slams it repeatedly on the mat. COACH I don’t think Brickston just wants to win the 24/7 Title. I think he wants to destroy Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Brickston’s got to maintain his composure. Sometimes he can be his own worst enemy. CABOOSE Oh yeah. He’ll snap at a moment’s notice. Brickston picks PRL up, but PRL grabs his tights and throws him out of the ring. The Lightning Crew all gather and kick Brickston while he’s down. PRL rolls out of the ring, and picks Brickston up. He whips him into the ring steps, with Brickston’s right shoulder hitting the steps. The Corporate 24/7 Champion throws John back into the ring. He kicks Brickston while he’s down. CABOOSE For the past three months, all you guys have been saying that PRL can’t beat John Brickston. PRL isn’t in Brickston’s league. But tonight you are all seeing what Tha Puerto Rican is doing to Brickston. He is dominating him. He is in control. I bet all these fans thought that Brickston would just annihilate PRL tonight at The Great Angle Bash. But as we’ve seen, Tha Puerto Rican is in Brickston’s league. He is Brickston’s equal. He has proven you wrong! The man formerly known as The Lightning Kid grabs Brickston, and whips him into the ropes. He grabs Brickston and, using all the strength he has left, gives John “Rock Hard” Brickston a SPINEBUSTER~! COACH Holy crap! CABOOSE PRL has the strength of Superman! He's the Latino Spider-Man and Superman! The crowd is shocked. P.R. and Brickston both lie on the mat for a few seconds, both feeling the effects of the spinebuster. Soon, Tha Puerto Rican gets up, a smirk on his face. He stands over Brickston, who is in the center of the ring. The crowd stands up too, knowing what is coming up next. PRL gets into position to deliver the IntenseZone Elbow. He removes his right elbowpad, spits on it, and throws it on Brickston’s face. COLE Oh God, how he’s made me hate this move. PRL does some weird hand movements, and then bounces off the ropes, leaps over Brickston, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. CABOOSE It’s now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, NOT sports-entertainment, The IntenseZone Elbow! PRL stops to look at the crowd. He laughs at Brickston, telling the crowd he isn’t going to do The IntenseZone Elbow. The crowd actually boos him for this. PRL starts to walk away, but then drops the IntenseZone Elbow, which gets a face pop. CABOOSE Whew. I thought he wasn’t going to do it for a second. PRL goes for the cover. 1… 2… KICK OUT! PRL picks up Brickston, but he punches back. PRL is whipped into the ropes again, and is met with a Bossman Slam. Brickston gets up and lets out a mighty roar. He picks up PRL and whips him into the ropes. Powerslam! One! Two! Kickout! Brickston gets up and lets out another mighty roar. He plays to the crowd, signaling the end is near. He picks up P.R., saying he’s going to finish him off. However, PRL slaps Brickston in the face. He kicks him in the gut, and goes for the Corporate Nightmare! BUT WAIT! Brickston escapes, kicks PRL in the gut, and places him on his shoulders. KILLSWITCH! COLE The Killswitch! This is the end! We all know what is coming up next! COACH But both men are down! The Killswitch took all the energy out of Brickston! Nick Soapdish begins his 10 count. Blood is on the mat. Brickston slowly crawls over to PRL. He hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! THREE—KICKOUT!!! COLE That wasn’t enough! The Killswitch on it’s own wasn’t enough to defeat PRL! CABOOSE Nothing’s going to be enough. You have no idea what it is going to take to take the 24/7 Title away from him! Brickston slowly gets right back up. The blood has dried on his face by now. PRL also gets up. However, John “Rock Hard” Brickston grabs “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican’s right leg. He kneels down, and applies the anklelock, holding the leg with his left hand, and twisting it with his right! BUT Tha Puerto Rican grabs the bottom rope quickly. Nick Soapdish pulls Brickston away from PRL. PRL slowly gets up. COLE John Brickston can no longer stand. He’s weak. He’s lost so much blood. It’s amazing he’s still fighting. Once PRL is back up, he kicks Nick Soapdish in the gut, and delivers the Corporate Nightmare! Nick Soapdish rolls out of the ring. COLE What the hell was that for? PRL laughs evilly. The crowd is the most hot it’s been. TPR and John Brickston are both up. “Rock Hard” kicks PRL in the gut, and gives him a DDT. Brickston slowly crawls over to PRL. From the entranceway, referee Nick Patrick runs into the ring. As soon as he’s in the ring, John “Rock Hard” Brickston has covered PRL. 1! 2! KICKOUT! CABOOSE So close! So close! Yet so far away for John Brickston! COLE This is a real nail biter. We have no idea who is going to win! It’s anybody’s game! Brickston picks up Tha Puerto Rican. PRL gives him a Flair Uppercut (Down where? Down here!). Nick Patrick gives PRL a warning about the lowblow. PRL argues with the referee, which results in P.R. giving Nick Patrick the Corporate Nightmare! COLE And another referee is down! This is the second referee PRL has given the Corporate Nightmare to! What’s going through his head? The Corporate Champ tells Thomas Rodriguez to enter the ring. The crowd starts booing loudly. COLE Oh great! Here comes that crooked ref! CABOOSE Hey, he’s an official OAOAST referee. There’s nothing you and I can do about it. COLE I bet Popick has something to do with that! Thomas watches intently as PRL throws Nick Patrick out of the ring. PRL goes to the timekeeper’s table. He shoves the timekeeper away, and grabs the chair he was sitting on. He enters the ring, chair in hand. COLE Oh, that psychotic son-of-a-bitch! He’s desperate! He’s desperate to keep his 24/7 Title. He wants to win the Italian Title! He’ll do anything to win. COACH Thomas Rodriguez is just letting PRL enter the ring with the chair! He’s not doing anything to stop it! PRL waits for Brickston to get up. Once “Rock Hard” is at a vertical base, PRL takes a swing with the chair. However, John ducks the chairshot, kicks PRL in the gut, places him on his shoulders, and gives him another Killswitch! COACH Oh PRL is done. He’s done. It’s over. CABOOSE Shut your mouth! Brickston grabs the chair, a look of RAGE~! on his face. The crowd starts cheering loudly. Brickston looks at the chair, then at PRL, then at the chair again. He looks at the crowd, and then raises the chair. COLE Yeah! Do it! Do it! But before Brickston can do anything, Thomas Rodriguez takes the chair away from him. The crowd starts booing loudly. Thomas argues with Brickston about the chair. Brickston stalks Thomas around the ring. COLE Oh, this won’t end up well for Thomas. Not well at all. Brickston grabs Thomas by his referee shirt, dropping the chair. The crowd starts cheering. Brickston punches Thomas in the face, knocking him out. Brickston throws Thomas out of the ring. PRL is resting on a turnbuckle watching The Lightning Crew and Popick enter the ring. Mr. Boricua gets on a ring apron, and is knocked out by Brickston. Cuban Wall gets on the ring apron, and is also knocked out. Vitamin X tries next, and is also knocked out. COLE Brickston is taking out The Lightning Crew! Meanwhile, Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez hand PRL a stun taser. Brickston doesn’t notice this, as he is busy fighting Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, and Mr. Boricua. Popick gets on the ring apron, and is knocked out by Brickston. Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, Mr. Boricua, Thomas Rodriguez, and Popick are all lying on the floor in pain. The crowd is going crazy, feeling that Brickston is going to win. However, when Brickston turns around, Tha Puerto Rican zaps him with the stun taser! COLE What the? What now? COACH Brickston has been shocked! He got hit with a stun taser! Brickston convulses as Tha Puerto Rican grabs the chair that Thomas dropped. P.R. aims, and BLASTS John “Rock Hard” Brickston with the steel chair! Brickston stumbles, but doesn’t fall. TPR tries again, blasting Brickston over the head with the chair. “Rock Hard” STILL doesn’t fall. Tha Puerto Rican hits Brickston with the chair for a third time, and this time, John falls like a sack of bricks. COLE No! No! Not like this! This can’t be! For God sakes, not like this! The crowd is booing. PR throws the chair out of the ring, and covers Brickston. Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez grab Thomas Rodriguez and throw him into the ring. The crowd’s boos get louder and louder by the second. CABOOSE Can you believe it? We are seconds away from the crowning of a new Italian Champion! It’s almost here! PRL is going to beat John Brickston! COLE No! Damnit! No! PRL has John “Rock Hard” Brickston covered in the center of the ring. Thomas Rodriguez crawls over to where PRL and Brickston are. Popick and Lindsay tell Thomas to count the pin. A fan throws a cup of soda at PRL, which hits him. CABOOSE Here it comes! Oh boy! COLE PRL is going to steal this win! Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, and Mr. Boricua are all lying on the floor in pain. Referees Nick Patrick and Nick Soapdish are also on the floor, knocked out unconscious. Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez are on the outside biting their nails. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican hooks the right leg of John “Rock Hard” Brickston. Thomas Rodriguez slowly makes the count. OOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! COLE No! Not like this! THHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! CABOOSE YES! YES! YES! HE DID IT! HE FINALLY DID IT! *DING DING DING* (22:15) COLE Damnit! PRL has won! PRL has defeated John Brickston! CABOOSE We got a new Italian Champion! We got a new Italian Champion! John Brickston has lost the Italian Title to Tha Puerto Rican!!! Popick and Lindsay celebrate. PRL lies on the mat, raising his right hand in the air. Brickston is now coming to. “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing as the crowd boos loudly. COLE That slimeball escapes with the win again! He is now a double champion! CABOOSE He holds two belts! There’s no one else in the OAOAST that holds two titles! Thomas Rodriguez grabs the 24/7 and Italian Title belts from a ring crewmember. John Brickston is slowly getting up. Rodriguez hands the belts over to Tha Puerto Rican, who smiles a weak smile. All PRL can say is “Yea.” COLE This match took the energy out of both men! I can’t say I’m happy with the result, but this was a hell of a fight! CABOOSE Hey, there’s nothing you can do! The referee’s decision stands. Tha Puerto Rican retains the 24/7 Title and is the NEW OAOAST Italian Champion! COLE Brickston got screwed! He got screwed, damnit! I know it! You know it! Everyone knows it! CABOOSE Who’s we? I don’t think Brickston got screwed. Popick and Lindsay help P.R. to his feet while “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. Brickston is on his knees, trying to shake off the effects of the stun taser and chairshots. PRL raises the Italian and 24/7 Title belts to loud boos from the crowd. COLE Brickston is without a title. He has lost the Italian Championship to his archrival! CABOOSE Oh Hallelujah! COACH This is a tragedy! John Brickston was screwed out of winning the OAOAST 24/7 Title! CABOOSE Mystery Science Theater 3000 getting cancelled. That’s a tragedy. 50 Cent becoming a superstar. That’s a tragedy. This is great! This is the farthest thing from a tragedy! COLE Damnit! I can’t believe it! COACH Oh, we’re never going to hear the end of it. John Brickston is now up. He rubs his eyes, and sees PRL with the 24/7 and Italian Title belts. His eyes are filled with rage. He shoves Popick and Lindsay away, and starts beating up PRL. The crowd starts going nuts. Popick tries to attack Brickston, but Brickston knocks him out. Brickston places PRL on his shoulders, and hits him with the Killswitch again! He turns PRL around, and grabs his right leg, applying the anklelock on him again! COLE Yeah. Go ahead. Break his ankle! PRL taps out, but it’s no use. He turns the anklelock into a heel hook, which causes the crowd to cheer even louder. PRL screams out in pain. He’s bleeding from the mouth now. OAOAST Road Agents “Macho Man” Randy Savage and Terry Funk enter the ring. CABOOSE For God sakes, PRL is crying now! Let him go! You’re going to break his ankle! Savage and Funk are able to pull Brickston off of PRL. The crowd starts chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Savage and Funk try to calm Brickston down, along with referees Earl Herbner, Charles Robinson, and Mickey Jay. PRL lies on the mat. COLE These officials gotta calm down this animal. Brickston has snapped. He’s pissed off that he was screwed out of the 24/7 and Italian Titles. The referees and Road Agents all gather around John Brickston. After a few seconds, Brickston grabs The Macho Man and gives him the Killswitch! COACH Brickston just did the Killswitch to a wrestling legend! Brickston grabs Earl Herbner and gives him the Killswitch also! He grabs Mickey Jay, and he too gets the Killswitch! He then grabs Charles Robinson, and gives him the Killswitch! Terry Funk tries to calm down Brickston, but Brickston responds by giving Terry Funk the Killswitch! COACH Brickston has just attacked TWO wrestling legends! CABOOSE That bastard! Doesn’t he have respect for history? Brickston lets out a mighty roar! OAOAST Road Agent Terry Taylor enters the ring. OAOAST Road Agents Arn Anderson and Dean Malenko follow him. They try to calm Brickston down. CABOOSE Lock him in a cage! Do something with him! COLE Can you really blame him? Brickston proudly held the Italian Title for 3 months, and tonight, it was STOLEN from him through cheating ways. He’s pissed off! COACH Look at his face. He’s furious. CABOOSE Look what he’s done to PRL. Poor PRL. The EMTs come to the ringside. They place Tha Puerto Rican on a stretcher. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Popick stand by and watch with worry looks on their faces. COLE Just like two weeks ago, when Tha Puerto Rican placed Brickston on a stretcher thanks to that chairshot! CABOOSE His leg is probably broken! PRL is wheeled down the entranceway with John Brickston looking on. He is still fuming. COLE Well, I tell you what. PRL maybe the winner, but he certainly doesn’t look like one. He has been decimated. Physically dominated by John “Rock Hard” Brickston. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match…and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion (Crowd boos)…and NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion (Boos get louder), “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOO RIIIICCCCCCAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! The announcement just makes Brickston more furious. PRL raises the OAOAST 24/7 Title belt and the Italian Title belt in the air while being taken away on a stretcher. Suddenly, Brickston runs to the entranceway, and shoves the EMTs aside, throwing Tha Puerto Rican off the stretcher! PRL gets up, so Brickston punches him in the face. The Road Agents and referees try to stop him, but Brickston continues attacking PRL, doing ANOTHER Killswitch on the concrete floor! Brickston kicks PRL in the stomach repeatedly. COLE I’ve never seen somebody so furious in my entire life! Brickston throws PRL into the set. The OAOAST Road Agents and referees block Brickston from getting his hands on PRL some more. Brickston grabs the 24/7 and Italian Title belts and raises them to a loud pop from the crowd. CABOOSE Those aren’t yours! Those are Tha Puerto Rican’s! “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing. The referees and Road Agents check on Tha Puerto Rican, who is lying on the ground. He takes the 24/7 and Italian Title belts back. Brickston plays to the crowd, and then curses at PRL. COLE Brickston never quit! He never gave up! He bled, he sweated, he was in pain, but he never gave up! This was a miscarriage of justice! Brickston was screwed! CABOOSE No he wasn’t! Thomas Rodriguez was the referee! The decision is final! PRL is the new Italian Champion! John “Rock Hard” Brickston plays to the crowd some more, and then walks up the entranceway. He poses one more time, and then exits. COLE He’s certainly “Rock Hard”. And he proved it tonight at The Great Angle Bash! He may have lost the Italian Title and the chance to become 24/7 Champion, but he never gave up! He wasn’t pinned cleanly. PRL cheated to win! He cheated to become the Italian Champion! He KNOWS in that black heart of his that he CAN’T BEAT JOHN BRICKSTON! He knows that very well, so that’s why he had to cheat to win! Cut back to Sofa Central with Michael Cole, Jonathon “The Coach” Coachman, and Caboose. COLE You all saw it! PRL had to resort to dirty tactics to win! He couldn’t fight man-to-man! John Brickston is the better man, and he showed us that tonight! PRL maybe a double champion, but John Brickston is the better wrestler!!! Caboose and Coach just stare at Cole. CABOOSE Switch to decaf Michael, please! COLE I’m sorry; I just got carried away there for a second. CABOOSE Well, can you please warn us before you go crazy again? COLE I just can’t believe it. This was supposed to be the night Brickston finally got his revenge on Tha Puerto Rican! This was supposed to be his night! He gave everything he had, only to get screwed by Tha Puerto Rican, screwed by The Lightning Crew. And all because Tha Puerto Rican knows he can’t beat John Brickston fair and square. He always has to cheat to beat him. He did it at Living Anglelously by planting the brass knuckles on him. And he did it tonight by hitting him with a stun taser and steel chair, and by having Thomas Rodriguez be the referee! CABOOSE Let’s quickly move on to another match before Michael Cole blows a blood vessel. 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NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 COLE And now we steamroll onto the fourth match of the night. CABOOSE This....will be something, I guess. ~Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” starts up, and Ayane Mitsui walks out. As she waves to the fans, Lindsay Gonzalez runs out as well, and Ms. Gonzalez hits Ayane in the back, knocking her down. Lindsay pulls up Ayane by her red dyed hair, and rolls her into the ring.~ Cole: Why couldn’t she wait two minutes to start the match? Caboose: Because great people wait for no one, that’s why, Cole. She is seizing the moment. ~The referee signals for the bell, and the match is officially on. Lindsay stomps on Ayane’s still heavily taped midsection. Ayane screams with pain. Lindsay has a sick smile on her face. She hits a senton drop on Ayane, damaging Ayane’s stomach even further. Blood starts dribbling from the corner of her mouth, indicating internal injuries. Mocking her foe, she calls for the Lightening Crew Splash, bounces off the ropes, and hits it! Caboose: She’s obviously training with Cuban Wall, that was very impressive! ~Lindsay grabs Ayane’s legs and applies a Boston Crab! Lindsay really torques on it, causing as much damage and pain as she can. Ayane is screaming again, and she tries to claw for the ropes, but she’s starting to fade. She finally grabs the bottom rope just as it looks like she was about to pass out. The referee forces Lindsay to break the hold. Lindsay starts complaining to the ref about the break.~ Caboose: Lindsay is wasting valuable time here she could be using to put Ayane away. ~Ayane struggles to her feet, holding her midsection. Lindsay goes to attack, but out of no where Ayane hits the Golden High Kick and Lindsay goes down!~ Cole: Whoa! Ayane gets a flash knockout from her world famous Golden High Kick, a move that defeated so many opponents when she was in Japan! ~The Cuban Wall jumps out of the crowd and slides into the ring.~ Coach: Ayane doesn’t see him! ~Cuban Wall with the Full Nelson Slam! The ref calls for the bell, Lindsay has been disqualified.~ Caboose: Some will say that Wall is an idiot, but Lindsay would’ve most likely lost anyway, so at least he gets to hurt her more in anticipation of another match between these two. COLE Uh...uh, oh. I'm getting word something is ready to break out in the back. The scene opens up on a shot of Peter Knight entering the arena, bat in hand. Knight has bandages everywhere: his head, arms, ribs. Dressed in an open sweatshirt and shorts, we can see the extent of the damage. But the fire is visible in PK's eyes. He wants revenge, and he wants it tonight. VOICE Son of a... The shot swtches to a shot of the image of PK, on a TV monitor, and as we pan backwards we see Chris Stevens dressed for battle, looking on with a concerned expression. Jay Richards comes up next to him, looks down at the TV set, and slaps Chris on the back with a grin. JAY Man, don't worry about that guy. We got him taken care of. Jay walks away, joining Brock and Jumbo's conversation. After a few moments, Stevens speaks. STEVENS Guys....listen. Don't come out with me tonight. All three other CSI members shoot to their feet, protesting. JAY Chris, what are you saying? Why wouldn't we be out there? STEVENS Because tonight, I got to take care of this by myself. JAY By yourself?! But that's what we're here for and-- STEVENS Listen. Peter Knight has taken everything we've thrown at him, and he keeps coming. He's one tough son of a bitch. But if I beat him, straight-up, tonight, the world will recognize him for what he is: a hack. A fruad. A low-class entertainer. If we're going to save this company, we can't just beat everyone into submission. We've got to show them that we are the best. Jay shakes his head and throws his hands up. JAY Whatever, man. Do what you gotta do. Jumbo looks at his boss, his friend, carefully. JUMBO We're not gonna let you get hurt out there, but hey, if you have to do this, I respect it. Good luck. Jumbo clasps Stevens on the arm and smiles as he takes a seat. Stevens turns, looking at Brock Ausstin, who takes a step forward. BROCK Listen, Stevens. I joined you because you could help me with my career. Well, this is the fight of my career. This thing with PK, it's my fight. You're not telling me not to come out there. The fans buzz as Brock stares a hole at Stevens. STEVENS Brock...this isn't your fight anymore. It's mine. And I gotta do this, not you. You'll get your opportunities, I promise. But for now....sit down. Brock looks at Stevens...and chuckles, lightly. Stevens remains unfazed, and Brock's smile fades. Slowly, the big monster man backs off, sitting down with a frown. STEVENS Thank you. Stevens turns back to the monitor, looking a PK intensely. STEVENS Tonight, Knight. Your time is over. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 We return to The Great Angle Bash, just in time, as the strains of AC/DC's "Back In Black" kick in. Already the crowd are booing as the monstrous Bohemoth steps through the curtains, closely followed by a showered and re-clothed Christian Wright. Stopping on the stage, Bohemoth flexes TEH GUNZ~! before walking on down the ramp..ready for the biggest match of his life. *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Christian Wright! From Greenville, South Carolina. He weighs in at two hundred and eighty four pounds...and is the NEEEWW~ HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRLLLDD... BOOOOOOOOO - HHHEEEEEEEEMMMMOOOOOTTHHHHH!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Jogging up the steps, Bohemoth enters the ring and ROARS~ with intensity before removing his newly won title belt and displaying it for the crowd. COLE Well, after the display we saw earlier from these two men, we can only hope things will be different here. Of course, Christian Wright cannot come into physical contact with Leon Rodez, or vice versa, or he will be fired...so, hopefully, we can go without incident here. CABOOSE Famous last words. Bohemoth begins to jog on the spot as Wright stares down the rampway, beckoning the challenger on. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" BUFFER And...HIS OPPONENT! *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" The crowd groove along to the sounds of Kool And The Gang's "Jungle Boogie", looking to the entrance way in aniticipation... ...nothing. COLE This is of course Leon Rodez's first match back on Pay Per View since his injury. And he has a very good record in the past year, since his PPV debut at last year's Great Angle Bach. Especially in title matches. COACH Well, where is he? COLE I...don't know. CABOOSE Best keep an eye out behind us. He's probably trying to ambush Bohemoth from through the crowd. But, there's no movement in the crowd. There's no reaction to a sneaky Rodez. There's nothing. Michael Buffer looks confused as "Jungle Boogie" fades out, leaving Bohemoth and Wright standing in the ring and still waiting for the Silky Smooth One. Eventually, as there's still no sign of Leon, the referee converses with Buffer. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE I think they're going to announce him again here. This crowd certainly want Leon Rodez out here...and so do we. BUFFER And...HIS OPPONENT! *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" The crowd watch on in unison towards the curtains, in hope as much as expectation. But still, there's nothing. A few of the fans are catching on and begin booing at the thought of a no-show. COLE What...backstage? Well, go ahead...we're being told to take you backstage... Before the boos can become widespread though, the AngleTron flickers and suddenly, we get a view of the backstage area. A lone cameraman is rushing through the hallways of the arena, sounding pretty out of breath. Passing through another corridor and rounding and corner, the cameraman bursts through two metal doors and into the parking lot. Immediatly, the commotion is evident as a group of people are crowded around one spot in the centre of the parking lot. The intrepid cameraman begins to barge through, past various OAOAST superstars and staff who are watching on, before leaning in over the scene, to the person being checked on by EMTs. But they're not crowded around Leon Rodez. But Jade Rodez. CABOOSE Well, I guess that explains where Leon is...can we...do we know what happened? Jade is conscious back has a neck-brace on and is clearly in some discomfort. Amongst the group standing around, Leon Rodez is hovering over his sister. The EMTs are just now manouevering Jade onto a backboard, Leon beginning to pace as his gaze seems to be darting between the direction of ringside and his clearly injured sister. Meanwhile, Jade, is now on a stretcher and being elevated up to be wheeled towards the ambulance wailing off screen. Carefully, the stretcher is loaded into the ambulance, with Leon Rodez not far behind. TERRY TAYLOR Leon...Leon, there you are. Look, they've been waiting for you fo...what the hell happened? Late on the scene, OAOAST Road Agent Terry Taylor has finally arrived. Leon completely ignores him though. TAYLOR ...uhm...they're waiting for you out in the ring. Again, Leon blanks Taylor. TAYLOR Leon, they're waiting. Come on, man! LEON You know what, I don't care. So I'll tell you what, Rooster...why don't you cluck off, eh? Leon's candid response takes Taylor a little by surprise and before he can reply, Leon has strode off and is clambouring into the back of the ambulance with his sister. The doors slam shut behind Leon and soon after, the ambulance screeches off. Leaving Terry Taylor wondering what the hell is going on. Meanwhile, back in the arena, Wright and Bohemoth have watched the entire thing on the big screen. And seem surprisingly surprised at what's happened. Everyone looks completely confused, as Buffer is again in conversation with the referee. A conversation which Christian Wright is now heavily involved in. COLE Well, obviously, the well-being of Jade Rodez is paramount to her brother. But...what are we going to do for a HI-YAH Heavyweight Title Match now? It seems Michael Cole isn't the only one who wants to know the answer to that question, as Wright is still talking with the referee, who is still trying to relay something to Buffer. Finally, Buffer steps back into the centre of the ring, as the hushed crowd...stay hushed. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...your...your winner of this match...via forfeit. And still HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion of the world...BOHEMOTH! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd are incensed as Bohemoth doesn't seem too happy at having no competition. Wright meanwhile slaps Bo's HI-YAH Title with a wry smile, as if pleased his man retained the title in the manner which he had. The two then leave the ring, walking up the ramp as the boos continue. COACH That was a cop-out. CABOOSE That was even worse than the Grand Prix. COLE And I'll give you two guesses as to who's responsible for it! CABOOSE Wait, you're not accussing Wright and Bohemoth, are you? COLE Damn right I am! You heard what Wright said earlier, about everyone who's around Leon Rodez 'purging for his sins'. I wouldn't put it past Christian Wright to have attacked that poor, defenceless girl. I wouldn't put it past him at all. CABOOSE And now we have....wait, is that Alfdogg? COLE I think it is. And he's running down to the ring. CABOOSE ....followed by Gene Okerlund. COACH CALL THE HOTLINE-UH~! COLE All right, I guess. Let's send it to "Mean" Gene Okerlund, who's in the ring! GENE All right, thank you Michael Cole, my guest at this time has been on the shelf for the past month after being brutally attacked by Drek Stone & the GPX at School's Out. He returned two weeks ago with a surprise attack on the GPX on HeldDOWN. Tonight, I'm going to find out what's been on the mind of this OAOAST great over the last month, so let's bring him out, former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, ALFDOGG! *"The Wall" by Kansas hits and Alf makes his way to the ring.* GENE All right, Alfdogg, the first thing I want to touch on is your attack at the hands of Drek Stone and the GPX, in which you suffered a concussion, and haven't seen in-ring action since. Tell me, what awaits these three gentlemen from this point forward? ALF Well you know Gene...I really don't know what to make of these three guys. First you have the GPX, who were lackeys to Zack FRIGGIN' Malibu at the start of this year, as I recall. Who the hell do these guys think they are interrupting one of MY rants and instigating an attack on me? And Drek Stone...did the competition really get THAT scarce in my absence that this clown held the World title for FOUR MONTHS? Who is Drek Stone? Who are ALL of these guys, and what kind of death wish do they have getting in MY business? So what awaits these guys, Okerlund, is something we'll have to wait and witness. Just whatever comes to mind at the time, Okerlund...and you know me well enough to know that that could mean anything. *crowd cheers* GENE Alfdogg, you've had a successful recovery from your concussion, and Thursday night you return to the ring with a shot at the Italian title, your thoughts. ALF Mama mia, there's-a gonna be-a new champion this Thursday! And I have to stress again, my, how times change when you take a little time off. This Puerto Rican Lightning cat, he can't win a title on his own, so he has to go and make one up, and they actually legitimize it? Gimme a break. And on top of it, naming it after a country whose biggest contibution of this generation is Savio Vega. *crowd cheers and laughs* And John Blackston, should you retain your belt tonight, get ready for a permanent crack in your so-called "Rock Hard" foundation. GENE For the record, his name is John Brickston. ALF Right, Blackston, that's what I said. GENE No no, Brickston. ALF Look, I said his name's Blackston, that's his name. And don't ever try to correct me again while I'm in the middle of a rant, divot-head. GENE ...all right then, that brings me to my last question, the one everyone wants to know the answer to. It seems as if lately, we've been having sort of a rift developing between the new blood of the OAOAST, and it's "old school", so to speak. Keeping in mind your attack at School's Out, and your track record with the legends, what I want to know, and what the world wants to know, is where does Alfdogg stand in all of this? ALF (smirks) Where do I stand? Well let me give you people a little history lesson. You see this shirt I'm wearing? As you'll notice, it says "Originals" on the front, because that's exactly what I am, an ORIGINAL. But while the marketing branch of the OAOAST realizes this, none of the guys fighting for the "old school", as you like to put it, would ever accept me as a part of their class. You could sense their envy whenever one of them was around me. And to me, the red on this shirt represents all the blood that I put into making the OAOAST the hottest thing in the world. Have you ever seen Zack Malibu wear a shirt this red? Have you ever seen CWM wear a shirt this red? Some Guy? Dan Black? I DON'T THINK SO. And yet, these are the names that are the most revered in the midst of all of this...the names that I'M expected to get behind...that are supposed to be fighting for MY era...the guys that have been unzipping their pants and leaving their yellow stains on my red contributions. So, School's Out notwithstanding, their idea of fighting the good fight is a long damn way from matching up with mine. So, I stand on the side that I've stood on all along, little man...and that's MINE. *crowd cheers as "The Wall" plays Alf out of the ring and Gene speaks* GENE All right folks, there you have it from the former Heavyweight Champion of the World, Michael Cole, Coach, Caboose, let's get back to you! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 COLE We're now set for the showdown between Chris Stevens and Peter Knight, and guys, this could get ugly. CABOOSE This whole feud has been ugly, and I'm not talking about Peter Knight's face. For weeks, Chris Stevens and his group, CSI, have been trying to "rid" the OAOAST of Knight, even giving him a memorial service three days ago on HeldDown. COACH Right, but PK refuses to stay down. CSI has beaten him every which way, three-on-one, four-on-one, but Peter Knight just keeps comin'! COLE Now folks, this isn't a career match, but Stevens has said that he will end Knight's career here tonight. Meanwhile, PK has evil intentions, and we saw him show up earlier with that baseball bat. CABOOSE Yeah, and for SOME REASON, Chris Stevens agreed to the no-DQ stipulation. COACH Well, we've seen that Stevens can get dirty before, but he'll have his work cut out for him. COLE It's Peter Knight versus Chris Stevens, and it happens...NOW! *ding ding ding* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall, and in this match there are NOOOOOOO DISQUALIFICATIONS!! The crowd cheers for the oft-violent stip as "Oh Hell Yeah" hits, and out comes PK! He's wearing some bandages all over his body, but he looks fresh and ready to go as he hoists his aluminum baseball bat high overhead. CABOOSE I will say, I gotta love his choice of weapons. Baseball of cricket, a good bat is your friend. Which reminds me, catch the all-new Cole's Bar this Thursday after HeldDown. COLE Knight walks down the ramp, slapping some fans' hands idly, but looking focused. He hits the ring with little fanfare, bouncing off the ropes in order to get a feel for the evening. He takes a step forward and looks down the aisle, twirling his bat in one hand as his music dies down. *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! COLE Fans, don't adjust your TVs sets. This isn't CBS. It isn't CSI, either, as Chris Stevens steps out from the curtain, alone. The fans smother him in jeers, letting him have it for everything he's pulled on Knight over the past few weeks. COACH You'll notice that there's no CSI with Stevens, tonight; he's looking to go it alone. COLE We saw Stevens tell CSI earlier to stay in the locker room, that he wanted to take care of PK himself...and that did NOT sit well with Brock Ausstin. CABOOSE Well, naturally, Cole. Brock and PK have had a long-standing rivalry, and I think Brock wanted to be the one to take Knight out! COLE Nevertheless, Chris Stevens, as the leader of the group, pulled rank, and here you see that it will indeed be one-on-one! Stevens heads down the aisle with a scowl, looking at PK with contempt. He scoffs at the bat as he enters the ring, then turns to the fans and holds his arms out to the side with a big grin. The fans boo...until PK NAILS him from behind with the baseball bat!! *ding ding ding ding ding* Stevens drops in a heap as Knight cracks him across the broad of his back, and PK follows it up by laying in some hard stomps to the spine. Stevens writhes in pain for a moment before heading under the ring ropes and to the outside. PK follows, hot on Stevens' trail as the CSI leader holds his back, walking away in obvious pain. COLE Now remember, this is no disqualification, which means no countouts as well. Stevens rounds the corner, and PK catches up to him, whirling him around, and Knight winds up with the bat...but Stevens snaps a short kick to the gut of Knight, stopping his swing. PK doubles slightly, leaning forward, and Stevens takes advantage by grabbing PK by the head and throwing him into the steel ring post! *CLANG* PK stumbles backward, dropping his bat in the process. Knight lands on the guardrail, leaning against it. The fans paw all over the popular Knight as Stevens moves in. Stevens rears back, and CRACKS PK with a knife-edge chop! "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" PK leans forward, and Stevens catches him with a European uppercut that snaps his foe's neck back. Stevens leans in and grabs PK by the throat, actually CHOKING the life out of Knight! COLE Now come on! There's no DQ but there's still laws against murder! CABOOSE Hey, when it comes to murder, nobody knows it better than CSI. *snicker* Stevens taunts PK as he wrings his neck, but Knight finds the energy to push forward and throw Stevens off of hm! The fans cheer as Stevens flies back into the ring apron, crying in pain as he hits back-first. PK gets off the railing and grabs Stevens, looking for a little revenge as he rears back and stings Chris with a knife-edge chop of his own! "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stevens chest glows read, and he leans forward after the impact, allowing Knight to grab his long, dark hair and throw him back into the ring. PK follows, a mean look on his kisser as Stevens crawls away from him. PK walks around Stevens, standing in front of him to pull the lanky grappler to his feet. PK grabs Stevens once more by the hair, but Stevens throws a forearm to the gut! The blow stuns Knight for just a moment...allowing Stevens to hit a LOW BLOW!! "OOOOOOOOOOH!!" The fans let a collective groan as Knight falls to his knees, then to all fours as Stevens slowly gets up. Stevens looks at the former Dream Machine with contempt, scowling as he paces around Knight. COLE Both these guys are taking full advantage of the match's rules, or lack thereof. COACH I dunno, Cole, I got a feeling we haven't seen anything yet. PK crawls to the corner, and pulls himself up as Stevens stalks him from behind. Knight finds his feet, and Stevens grabs him, spinning him around and snapping off another Europaen uppercut that sends Knight slumping into the corner. The fans boo as Stevens steps back, then drives a knee into the ribs of Knight. PK lets out a loud groan as he doubles over. Stevens smiles, a sick smile, as he takes a step back and does it again, driving the air out of the larger Knight. CABOOSE Both Knight and Stevens have recently returned to the ring after lenghty sabbaticals. You have to wonder if conditioning will be a factor. Stevens runs his mouth as he AGAIN chokes Knight, this time pressing on his windpipe with his forearm. The official tries to get Stevens to lay up, but Stevens ignores the zebra, keeping the pressure applied. Stevens finally lets up, dragging PK out of the corner by his hair. Stevens leads Knight to the center of the ring, where he hooks him from the side and snaps him down with a side Russian leg sweep! Stevens rolls over and climbs on top of PK, hooking a leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO, as PK throws his shoulder up in the nick of time. COLE Kickout by Knight, but Chris Stevens now finds himself in the driver's seat. Stevens looks up at the ref with disdain, who flashes two fingers. Stevens waves the ref away before stalking his way around Knight. Stevens walks to PK's legs, grabbing the left one and snapping a kick to the knee joint. PK grimaces in pain as Stevens repeats the maneuver, and again, and again, before dropping an elbow across the knee. CABOOSE I guarantee you, right now, CSI is in the back, watching with a smile. And they're not the only ones. Stevens gets up as PK rolls onto his stomach. Stevens, ever the opportunist, grabs the leg from behind and lifts it up before smashing the left knee of PK into the mat! PK howls and grabs his knee, drawing his leg closer to his body. The fans jeer as Stevens looks up, pointing to himself and smiling. COLE Chris Stevens has always been a master of working one area of a man's body. We've seen it before, in some of his classic encouters with Hoff, and now we're seeing it here tonight. Stevens reaches down and grabs the left leg again, pulling it free of Knight's grasp. Stevens tries to turn PK over for a single-leg Boston Crab, but PK kicks at Stevens wth his free leg, resisting the move! The fans get excited...but Stevens squelches the momentum with a stomp to the GROIN!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The ref gets in Stevens' face, complaining about the tactics, but Stevens shoves the official in the face, sending him away! Stevens goes right back to the legs, grabbing both of PK's lower limbs and grapevining them in his hands! Stevens turns PK over...into a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!! CABOOSE Nice! That's a hell of a move by Chris Stevens. It applies pressure to both the legs and back of your opponent. Peter Kngiht is in trouble. Knight yells in pain, but shakes his head at the referee's question of submission. PK grits his teeth and tries to crawl forward, but Stevens shifts back, bending the back of Knight at a violent angle. The fans try to will PK into it, but the veteran grappler falls flat on his chest in obvious pain. COACH PK isn't able to support himself, guys! How's he gonna break free of this submission hold? The fans begin to make some noise, clapping and stomping and chanting "P-K!" as loud as they can. Stevens laughs at the chants...but PK starts shaking his hand! The ref checks for a tap, but PK only pumps his fist, summoning up some energy! COLE I can't believe it! CABOOSE You've been in wrestling how many years, and you can't believe this? COLE Um... Stevens looks around frantically as PK pushes himself up with his hands and begins crawling forward! PK takes one "step," another, and finally LUNGES forward, grabbing the bottom rope with both arms! The fans cheer...but Stevens keeps the hold applied! COLE Come on, Chris, let go! CABOOSE He doesn't have to! That's the beauty of this match! The ref administers a five-count to Stevens, but Stevens keeps the Texas Cloverleaf hooked! The official, unable to take action against Stevens, pleads with him to let go...and Stevens does! COACH Did Chris Stevens just play by the rules? COLE I think he just realized that even though he could kep the hold applied, he wasn't gonna get a pin on PK! Stevens throws PK's legs down in disgust, and scowls as the referee as he heads out of the ring. PK pulls himself up to the second rope, trying to find his footing as Stevens throws French announcer Pepe Gibraud out of his seat and grabs the metal chair! COLE Oh, no! The fans let out a resounding chorus of boos as Stevens folds the chair up and slides it into the ring. Stevens rolls in after the weapon, and picks it up, standing behind PK as Knight drags himself to his feet, slowly Knight turns around and Stevens takes a HOEM RUN SWING...but PK ducks it! PK grabs the top rope and falls down, effectively ducking under the shot! Knight uses the rope to pull himself up as Stevens' momentum carries him in a 180 turn, and Knight grabs Stevens from behind! PK lifts Stevens for a back suplex... COLE He's too close to the ropes! ....and PK tosses Stevens OVER THE ROPES!!! The fans go WILD as Stevens tumbles down, dropping the chair, flipping over and landing on his front! Stevens' chest and stomach crash onto the thin protective mats, and the rule breaker remains unmoving as the fans show their appreciation the only way they know how... "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" COACH DAYUM~! COLE What a move! Let's look at it one more time... The TV sets of America replay the VICIOUS suplex variation, fans watching in slow motion as Stevens flies over the top rope and lands on the outside. The replay ends, and Knight rolls out of the ring, limping slowly as he walks to Stevens' landing site. The fans are buzzing as PK picks Stevens up off the floor, and Knight throws a hard right that snaps Stevens' head back! PK barely stays up, but he finds his footing, rears back, and again nails Stevens with a big right hand! Stevens sinks to one knee, and PK grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. Knight grabs Stevens by the arm and whips him acorss the floor, sending Stevens HARD intot he guardrail! PK lets out a battle cry and charges forward, looking to score with a running knee smash...but Stevens jumps aside at the last second and Knight's knee SLAMS into the steel barrier! Knight lets out a horrific shriek of pain as he drops to the floor, howling in pain as he clutches his knee. CABOOSE Never count Chris Stevens out. Ever. Stevens takes a second to shake the cobwebs from his head, then stalks his prey with a nasty scowl. Stevens begins viciously stomping at the legs of PK, drawing the ire of the fans. A few in the front row start shouting curse words at Stevens, who looks up and flips them off. The whole arena gets into it, drowning out the sound pf PK's screams in taunts and teases. Stevens ignores the crowd as bets he can, looking flustered as he turns his attention back to Knight. Stevens grabs Knight again by the legs, twisting him around so his own back is facing away from the ring. Stevens looks over his shoulder, then falls backward, slingshotting Knight head-first into the ringpost! *CLANG* PK falls backwards like a sack of bricks, and Stevens slowly gets back up to a massive round of boos. COLE Peter Knight has been thrown twice now into that post, and that has to take a toll on a man! Stevens looks down at Knight's fallen form...then heads to the French announce table! Pepe and Francois scramble for cover as Stevens strips the table clean, looking at it with a satisfied nod. Stevens heads back to his foe, and picks PK up, dragging him to the table! Stevens grabs PK by the head and slams his opponent forehead-first into the table! PK's skull bounces once before coming to rest on the table. Stevens, meanwhile, climbs onto the table, and pulls Knight up with him! COACH Whatever Stevens is thinking here could be the end for PK! Stevens has some words for the crowd before spinning Knight around and hooking his arms! Chris twists through the move, hooking PK for the Unprettier! COLE We've seen this move a couple times from Stevens since his return, but through a table?! My God! Stevens smiles as he has PK hooked...but PK pulls himself free! To the crowd's delight, Knight stands up to his full height as his foe turns, and meets a surprised Chris Stevens with a HUGE right hand! Peter Knight wobbles as Chris Stevens reels...but it's PK who recovers first, hoisting Stevens onto his shoulders!! COLE KNIGHTMARE! If PK hits this it'll be all over! PK takes a step and swings Stevens off of him...but Stevens lands on his feet! PK turns and Stevens catches him with a knee to the bread basket, and grabs Knight by the head, and THROWS him off of the--no!! PK reverses the momentum, spins, and sends Chris Stevens FLYING, off of the table, and INTO THE FIRST ROW!! The fans scatter and Stevens crashes into a row of steel chairs!! TRIPLE C CABOOSE Oh...my...God. Well, there's another lawsuit for this company. Holy hell. The nearby fans look on in awe as Stevens tries to get up, but falls almost comically to the floor. The rest of the crowd cheers their lungs out, amazed by the sheer distance of the throw. Knight gingerly gets down from the table and hops the guardrail, grabbing Stevens and pulling him to his feet. Knight casually tosses Stevens over the guardrail, and follows him out. PK again picks Stevens up, and sends him into the ring. COLE Well with all that these two have been throug, it's anyone's guess as to who'll come out on top, but Chris Stevens is hurting! PK makes a move to follow Stevens into the ring...but stops, eyeing something to his left. COACH What's he waiting for? Knight walks over to the spot that caught his eye...bends down...and picks up the bat. "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" PK raises the bat high overhead with a cry of triumph, and the fans respond in kind, cheering for Knight and showering him in chants of "P-K! P-K! P-K!" Knight actually smiles as he rolls into the ring, getting to his feet and waiting for Stevens to get to his. CABOOSE Not the bat! Oh, Chris, why couldn't you let CSI be here with you? Oh no.... PK gets his grip set and yells for Stevens to get up. Slowly, but surely, Stevens finds his footing, and turns... *WHAM* And PK NAILS Stevens in the ribs with the bat!! The fans explode as Stevens falls to his hands and knees, and PK rears back..... *WHAM* And DRIVES the bat into the small of Stevens' back! The fans roar as Stevens collapses, and PK tosses the bat to the side with a grin! Knight rolls Stevens onto his back.... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" COLE What the....HEY! It's JUMBO!! COACH What?! What's he doing here?! PK makes a cover... ONE! TWO! THR-- NO, as JUMBO kicks Knight off of his boss! PK rolls away as the fans jeer, and Jumbo stands in front of Stevens! COLE Well Chris Stevens asked CSI not to come down, but Jumbo has seen enough! The fans jeer as PK gets to his feet, standing face-to-face with the mammoth CSI bodyguard. Jumbo gives Knight a SHOVE.... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And PK responds with a HUGE right hand, sending Jumbo down to the mat! Suddenly, the fans boo again, as OUT COMES JAY RICHARDS!! COLE What the hell?! Jay, with a chair no less, sprints from the dressing room down the aisle and slides into the ring. Jay stands up and takes a violent swing at PK's head, but Knight ducks! PK kicks Jay in the gut, and Richards drops the chair, and PK hoists Jay onto his shoulders! Knight yells...but Jumbo nails him from behind with a forearm! The fans are irate as PK drops Jay and falls to his knees! COLE This isn't right! CABOOSE But it's all legal! Jumbo yells for Jay to grab the chair, and Jay does, tossing it over PK's head. Jay pulls PK to his feet and turns him around, facing Jumbo, who SWINGS....but Knight ducks and Jumb connects....with JAY RICHARDS!! CABOOSE JUMBO, NO!! The fans go BANANA as Jay falls like a stone, and Jumbo drops the chair in horror! PK seizes the moment by kicking Jumbo in the gut, doubling him over, and then grabbing the chair, hauling back, and SMASHING the steel into the head of the big man! COLE There you go, PK! A little revenge!! PK looks down with a smile...and gets SPEARED IN THE BACK by BROCK AUSSTIN!! COACH What the, where did he come from?! The fans cry out in anger as Ausstin pops to his feet. The man-ster smiles as he looks down at Knight, then pulls his longtime rival up and throws him across his shoulders! COLE The F-Stunner-5!! CABOOSE Brock will get the last laugh!! Brock SCREAMS as he spins PK around for the F-Stunner-5, but PK lands on his feet! The fans cheer as Knight switches it up, hoisting Brock up....and DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH THE KNIGHTMARE!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Knight gets back to his feet and ROARS in triumph!! COLE Good lord! Chris Stevens is down, Brock Ausstin is down, and PK is the only man left standing! PK looks at his foes and....heads to the outside? Knight slides under the bottom rope and looks under the ring apron, then smiles as he ducks under the ring itself. Knight comes crawling back out....with a GLASS TABLE. And the fans ERUPT, drowning the place in cheers! COACH Glass table? DAYUM! COLE PK is legendary, infamous, for his glass table match at this event two years ago! A match CSI MOCKED on Thursday! This is PK's chance for revenge! CABOOSE I can't believe this, I can't believe this... PK, gnetly, slides the table into the ring, and sets it up near one of the corners. Satisfied, PK turns around...and eats a CHRIS STEVENS SUPERKICK!! COLE OH MY! Where did that come from!! PK crashes to the mat as his head whiplashes from that deadly superkick, and Stevens falls to one knee. Holding his back, Stevens gets back up and heads to where his ally, Brock Ausstin, has fallen. COLE After all that, all the interference, Stevens is back to his feet! What resiliency! Stevens bends down and helps Brock to his feet. Stevens checks to make sure Brock is okay...then TAKES HIS HEAD OFF with a superkick!!! COLE WHAT?!?!? The arena EXPLODES as Stevens kicks Brock square in the jaw. Ausstin collapses to the mat, then rolls out of the ring. Jay and Jumbo, who have come to at ringside, pull Brock to his feet and help him to the back! COLE What the hell was that?! CABOOSE Well Stevens TOLD those guys to stay in the back! It's Brock's own fault! COLE CSI saved Stevens from losing the match!! Chris Stevens soaks in the jeers of the fans, shocked at the heinous action. Stevens looks down at PK...and then HE heads to the outside!! COLE Good lord, what now? Stevens checks under the ring apron on one side, then walks around the squared circle and checks again...this time, he finds what he wants. A LADDER. Stevens pulls the ladder out from underneath the ring, then slides it in. The fans buzz as Stevens gets into the ring as well, and sets the ladder up smack dab in the middle. COACH Chris Stevens could really end PK's career with this! Stevens pops the ladder's supports into place, then heads back to Knight and pulls him off of the canvas. Stevens drags PK around the ladder, then climbs onto the first step with Knight on the opposite side. Stevens grabs a handful of PK's hair, and yanks him up the first step of the ladder! COLE Stevens is...he's pulling Knight up the ladder! But why? CABOOSE A metaphor? COLE Stop. Stevens continues pulling Knight up, and up, rung by rung, until both men reach the top. Stevens stands up fully and pops PK in the jaw with a right hand, then looks back...at the glass table below. COLE Wait...is he...is he thinking what I think he's thinking?! COACH He wouldn't! Stevens turns back to Knight and takes another step up, pulling PK with him, and hooking him in a front face lock. COLE STEVENS IS GOING TO SUPERPLEX PK THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!! The fans buzz as Stevens throws PK's arm over his head and grabs him by the waist. CABOOSE Say good-knight, Peter. It's been fun. Stevens pulls PK up...but PK hooks his foot around the ladder!! Stevens tries valiantly to get his foe over, but PK has his leg hooked on one of the rungs! Stevens tries one more time...but PK pulls away! The fans cheer as Knight rears back and fires a HUGE right hand to Stevens! Pk hits him AGAIN, and then pulls him down over the top of the ladder!! COLE What is this?! PK takes one more step up, standing on the top rung of the ladder as Stevens is doubled over it. Knight breathes deep, closes his eyes....and leaps OVER Stevens...flipping over him....catching him around the waist, and driving him down with a SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB.....THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" COLE I-I...... CABOOSE ......... The fans explode, and so does the table, as Stevens lands hard on the mat. Glass flies everywhere, some of it literally sticking in the two competitors. PK falls to the mat, then, slowly, crawls to Stevens and drapes an arm over his chest. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!! *ding ding ding* BUFFER The winner of this match.....PETER.....KNIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!! "Oh Hell Yeah" blares as PK, slowly, gets to his feet. Medical teams have already arrived, and they begin checking on Stevens as the official raises PK's hand. Knight, soaking in the adulation of the fans, looks down at Stevens, and SMILES, shaking his head, before exiting the ring. COLE I....I can't believe what we just saw. That was.... COACH That was AMAZING! CABOOSE Memorable. I don't think we'll soon forget what just happened. Knight raises his arm, playing for the crowd as he heads up the ramp. Meanwhile, Jay and Jumbo, sans Brock Ausstin, are out, checking on Stevens as EMTs load him onto a stretcher. Blood is all over the ring, and blood leaks onto the white sheets of the stretcher. The EMTs waste no time shooing the CSI members away and rolling Chris Stevens up the ramp and out of the arena, no doubt to the nearest medical facility they can find. COLE Well, in any event, Peter Knight has gotten his revenge on Chris Stevens and CSI. CABOOSE Man, what a fight... COLE Indeed...but we've still got a lot more to come! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 CABOOSE You know what we have next, Cole. COACH Hey, how come you always ask him if he knows what's next? CABOOSE Because the less you talk, the better. COLE Haha...sorry, Coach. Up next we've got a grudge match if there ever was one, but not your typical grudge. This one is between four of the top teams in the OAOAST, none of whom seem to be getting along, with the exception of Gunner and Crystal and the GPX. CABOOSE And right there that's a key to this contest. Those two teams are on the same wavelength as of late. Whatever Drek Stone is selling the GPX are buying, feeling it follows the belief that the spotlight was taken off them by the Originals after Anglemania. Crystal and Gunner are always up for making Zack's life miserable, but everyone has gone to extremes as of late in trying to take each other out. COLE We saw that melee Thursday night that resulted in General Manager Josie Baker getting knocked out cold by a School's Out from Zack, which allowed the GPX, Gunner and Crystal to escape the wrath of Zack, Some Guy, Dan Black and CWM, four men who hate each other as much as they do those other two teams. CABOOSE It's a recipe for disaster, but when we say that in the OAOAST, we know we're guaranteed a great match. Let's let Buffer take it away. COACH Can I get at least one word in edge-wise? CABOOSE By my count, that sentence just gave you nine words and a hyphen. That's enough. COACH ... Up in the ring, the ever-dapper Michael Buffer stands tall, his booming voice overpowering the crowd noise in the arena. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the FOUR WAY DANCE! The crowd roars, and immediately following the announcement is the sound of "Quiet", normally the theme song for Dan Black and Tony Brannigan, but for tonight, the theme song of Black and his Original Elite associate CWM. Together, the duo walks through the mist that engulfs the aisle, two vicious souls ready to exact some revenge on the other three teams tonight. BUFFER Approaching the ring at this time, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred, eighty eight pounds. First, from Abbotsford, British Columbia Canada, he is C...W...MMMMMMMMM! His partner, hailing from London, England, he is The Ice Heart, DAAAAAN BLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK! Clad in his trenchcoat, Black springs up onto the apron and slowly removes his sunglasses, revealing his icy glare to the world, as CWM perches himself atop the turnbuckles and stares out into the crowd. The fans welcome them with mostly jeering, although some scattered cheers are audible. COLE Two men who don't care what anyone thinks about them. As Black removes his coat and steps into the ring, "Quiet" is replaced by "Plug In Baby", as the Muse tune is aired to welcome the Crown Jewel of the OAOAST and her henchman. BUFFER Introducing team number two, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred, twenty five pounds. First, from Coquitlam, British Columbia Canada, she claims to be the Crown Jewel of the OAOAST, CRRRRRRRRRRRYSSSSSSSSSSSSTAAAAAAAAAAAAL! Her partner, from Detroit, MI, GUNNNERRRRR SHARRRRRPSSSSSS! The imposing Gunner and the instigator herself make it to ringside, with Crystal waiting for Gunner to enter the ring before she dare step foot in it. Gunner steps over the ropes and stands in front of CWM and Dan Black, not speaking, not flinching, while Crystal comes in behind him and jaw-jacks with her two opponents. "In a world full of posers..." The spoken word introduction of the O-Town hit "Make Her Say" comes over the sound system, and the fans immediately stand to boo and jeer the two men about to make their entrance. "Make Her Say UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, NAH NAH NAH NAH!" Coming out from the back, as cocky as ever, are Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, strutting and swaggering their way down the aisle as Buffer makes good with the introductions. BUFFER Now coming down the aisle, team number three. Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred, seven pounds...first, from Hotlanta, GA, SCOTTTTTYYYYYY STAAAAAAAAATTTTTICCCCC! His partner, from the 313, JOHNNNNYYYYY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXXXX...they are the GLOBAL PARTY EXCHANGE~! Immediately, Johnny and Scotty hop in the ring and stand alongside Crystal and Gunner, with the four of them staring down Black and CWM. Referee Nick Patrick pleads with them to wait until the bell rings to settle their differences, but the cocky GPX and their occasional allies inch forward, moving towards a prepared Black and CWM...until Black and CWM bolt forward and start nailing everyone in sight! COLE It's pandemonium already! Black starts swinging, nailing both Static and Sharps, while CWM goes after Jax. Crystal tries to pull her fellow Canadian off of him, but he turns around and shoves her down, then turns around to go back to Jax...and gets nailed with a lariat! Jax and a recovered Crystal start putting the boots to CWM, while Sharps holds Black for Scotty to kick in the ribs, when all of a sudden the lights dim, and an the all too familiar sound of bass chords fills the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy! "Getting Away With Murder" blasts through the speakers, and darting out from the locker room and down the aisle are Zack Malibu and Some Guy, sans intro, since Buffer headed for higher ground when the fighting broke out! CABOOSE Ring the bell, Patrick! The veteran referee finds a neutral corner and stays there, calling for the bell as everyone pairs off. CWM and Gunner, Some Guy with Crystal, Dan Black with Scotty Static and Zack Malibu with Johnny Jackson. It's an all out war zone in the opening moment, as fists fly between the four teams. CWM backs Gunner into the corner and mounts the ropes, bringing punch after punch down upon him, until the big man grabs CWM by the legs and drops him over the ropes onto the apron. Reacting quickly, CWM takes Gunner's head and jumps down off the apron, snapping the big man's neck on the top rope to stagger him...and then Some Guy comes racing over and dives at Gunner with a crossbody that sends them both falling over the ropes and down to the floor! Seeing this, Crystal goes to race to the aid of her bodyguard, but as she begins to run to the ropes, Black reaches out and grabs her by the hair, jerking her down to the canvas! Black kicks Crystal and forces her out to the apron under the bottom rope, and that leaves Zack Malibu alone against both GPX members. Static and Jax are able to overcome the Preppy One, working him over with forearms across the neck and back before pulling him up and whipping him towards the ropes...and towards Black! The Ice Heart sees Malibu coming and ducks low, backdropping him over the ropes and out to the apron...but Malibu clings to the top rope and lands on his feet. GPX quickly move towards Black, but Malibu springs off the top rope just as quickly, launching himself back into the ring over Dan Black and delivering a double dropkick to both members of the Global Party Exchange! COACH Damn! CABOOSE Cole, when did we hire Ron Simmons? Static and Jax roll out of the ring as well, and no sooner is Zack up on his feet then he's spun around by Black, who shoves him away and tells Zack that he "had it". Malibu responds by approaching Black silently, and the two go nose to nose for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring! Black quickly grabs a headlock, but Zack shoves him off, into the ropes...then gets floored when Black rebounds, crashing into him with a shoulderblock. Black hits the ropes again, hopping over Zack's body and then running across the ring to the other side, and Zack springs up, leapfrogging him on this rebound, and when Zack turns around, he's snared again in a headlock! Black wrenches his arm around Zack's cranium, but Malibu quickly slips his head out and grabs his own headlock! Black struggles to free himself, pushing Zack so that he moves forward towards the ropes, and as Black lifts Zack for a back suplex, Malibu plants both his feet into the chest of Crystal, knocking her off the apron and using that move to float over Black's shoulders, land on his feet and quickly hook a waistlock. Black squirms, then fires back an elbow to break free before swinging himself around behind Zack and hooking both of his arms, locking Zack in a full nelson, but Malibu is able to pull his arms free and then use a go-behind, then bring Black to the canvas with a waistlock takedown! Zack then applies a side headlock, but Black pushes up off the canvas and gets to his feet, all while in the hold, then shoves Malibu away, looking unimpressed with his opponent's ability in the early going. COLE These two are two of the most experienced OAOAST performers, two of the best in the world. CABOOSE And bitter rivals. Black waves Zack on, holding his hands up to ask for another lockup from the popular superstar, but as Zack moves in, Black stuns him with a forearm to the side of the jaw! Another one follows, and Zack gets sent to the ropes. Black jumps up, trying for a rana as Zack comes off...but at the last second Zack holds onto the ropes to stop his momentum, and Black crashes down to the canvas! He sits up, and Malibu dives forward, cracking him in the jaw with a basement dropkick that sends Black rolling to his corner and tags in CWM! COLE Speaking of bitter rivals... CWM rushes into the ring and charges Zack, but Malibu busts out the MATRIX DUCK~! in dodging a lariat, then comes up and spins CWM around, taking him by the arm and whipping him into his own corner! CWM crashes chest first, then stumbles back...but Malibu runs at him and dropkicks him between the shoulder blades, sending him into the corner again! CWM rests up against the turnbuckles, momentarily dazed, and this allows Malibu to race towards him from across the ring and dive into the air, crushing CWM in the corner with a diving splash! CWM flops backwards, and Malibu quickly goes for the cover on his old foe! ONE! T-KICKOUT! CWM is able to get a shoulder up, but Malibu reacts immediately, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the corner, where Zack tags in Some Guy to a loud pop! Together, Zack and Some Guy each take an arm and wrench it, then stun CWM with a double chop to the chest before Some Guy takes him to the mat with a fireman's carry and locks on a rear chinlock. CWM tries to roll out, but Some Guy keeps ahold of him, and the two come up to their feet, where CWM shoves Some Guy towards the ropes. SG rebound, and CWM runs towards him and brings his knee up...but Some Guy floats over the knee and into a schoolboy rollup! ONE! T-NO! CWM again easily kicks out and get to his feet, infuriated. He and Some Guy stare each other down, looking ready to kill each other...until they each move towards opposite corners, with Some Guy tagging in Scotty Static and CWM tagging in Crystal! COLE HA! CABOOSE CWM and Some Guy on the same page...we haven't seen that since the days of the aWo! Both Crystal and Scotty complain, but Patrick makes the call that tags were made, and they are now the legal people. CWM and Some Guy eye each other as they exit the ring, each man taking his spot on the apron. Crystal and Static are now in the ring and scowl at the four OAOAST veterans who sit on the apron, waiting for the two cocky youngsters to lock horns. The first ever female World Champion and the once-popular Static tie up, jockeying for position as the rest of the combatants watch on. Scotty quickly goes to an arm wrench, but Crystal easily manuevers her way out, flipping forward and then wrenching Static's arm. Scotty reaches for the ropes, but Crystal delivers two roundhouse kicks to his stomach, doubling him over while stuck in a wristlock, and then once he's keeled over, Crystal segues into a stepover armbar. Crystal pulls up on the arm, but Static tries and tries to reach the ropes...and grabs the middle rope, causing Crystal to have to break the hold! Immediately, Crystal backs off of her occasional ally and allows a clean break, giving Static enough space to get to his feet. Scotty comes up and shakes his arm, trying to get the feeling back, and moves towards Crystal, who extends a hand out of sportsmanship. Scotty accepts, but the normal goodwill gesture gets booed out of the building, causing both superstars to pause and look at the crowd in shock as they circle each other again. COLE These are not two of the most beloved athletes in the company, at least not anymore. CABOOSE It's amazing to think that one year ago, these two were two of the most popular wrestlers in the world, while Zack Malibu, CWM, and Dan Black were loathed by the wrestling community, and Some Guy was not working full-time in the OAOAST. Funny how things change, eh Cole? COLE Indeed. COACH FUNAKI~! COLE What? COACH Indeed, Fu...nevermind. Shrugging, Crystal calls Static in for another lock-up. Swiftly, Scotty slips behind the Female Phenom, applying a waistlock. A waistlock he almost seems to be enjoying too much, before Crystal drops down, hooking Static's lower leg and taking him to the canvas. Crystal rolls to the side quickly and tries to capitalise with a Muta lock. But Static quickly pushes up onto his hands and tumbles forward, before reaching up and snatching over Crystal with a small package... ONE! Kickout, suspiciously easily. COLE Well, it's all very well these two exchanging holds...but I'm sure they don't want to eliminate each other's teams. At least there's a remote possibility of some co-operation there, where-as the other two teams flat out hate the guts of... CABOOSE Everyone in the match. COLE Exactly. Both Static and Crystal pause again, hesitant to carry on fighting each other. Especially when they have so many hated rivals around the ring. Crystal now calls Static in and while pointing to Zack and Some Guy's corner, whispers some strategy to her 'opponent'. Referee Patrick seems as confused as everyone else, as Scotty nods with a wry smile. A high-five follows, before Crystal swaggers over to Some Guy and Zack's corner. CRYSTAL C'mon big shot. Let's see what you've got...HEY! Crystal tries to tag in Malibu, but the preppy one removes his hands from Crystal's swing. Seeming agitated, Crystal tries to tag Some Guy. With the same non-result, as both drop off the apron and to the floor. "YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Screaming out of the ring, Crystal continues to try and dare Zack and Some Guy into stepping back up. But they don't take the bait. Instead, simply watching on, as Static sneaks up behind Crystal and schoolboys her to the mat... ONE! TWO! ...kickout by Crystal. Getting to her feet, Crystal starts to yell and screams at Static now. As the slanging match kicks off, Zack and Some Guy chuckle to themselves as they climb back to their corner. As soon as they do though, the arguement abruptly stops and Crystal tags Zack's hand, before getting the hell out of dodge. CABOOSE HA! She tricked them anyway. COLE Well, fair means or foul, Zack is now legal in this match once more. A wry smile forms on Zack's face, knowing that he just got PWNED~!, but at the same time not adverse to getting his hands on Static. Cautiously he enters the ring, before the two lock-up in the centre of the ring. Static peforms the same go-behind he did on Crystal, Zack performing the very same escape. Already one step ahead, Static pushes up and rolls through, pointing to his oh, so smart cranium. Before turning around and getting WAFFLED~ with a forearm smash! A second forearm! A third! Static is reeling now, as Zack grabs an arm and sends him into the ropes. Ducking a clothesline, Static rebounds once more, hitting a crossbody blo...NO! Zack catches Static in his arms, dropping to his knees and plants him with a front powerslam. Popping to his feet, The Franchise quickly rushes Jax in the corner and barging him off the apron to the floor, just for good measure. Static is up to his feet now, as Zack ROARS... ...but misses the elbow, his roar turning out to be a whimper. Putting on the brakes, Zack skids to a halt and spins on his heels. Static is waiting however, springing off his heels and snapping over Malibu with a hurricanrana! COLE And there's the saddest fact of this sudden GPX morality change. They're very talented wrestlers. They don't need to cheat. They don't need to alienate the fans. And they certainly dont need to carry this vendetta against men like Zack Malibu and Black T. Getting to his feet, Static takes the opportunity to tag in Johnny Jax. The experienced duo take an arm a-piece and send Zack into the ropes, The Franchise rebounding and taking four feet to the face, courtesy of a double dropkick. Jax follows it up with a quick legdrop, before making his cover... ONE! TWO! ...Kickout. With a growl, Jax pulls himself back up and looks down at Malibu with distain. Zack tries to regroup, but suddenly, Jax starts to put the boots to The Franchise! Jax has lost it now, ruthlessly stomping away on Malibu, while referee Patrick is busy having to hold Some Guy at bay. STATIC YEAH! YEAH! BEAT HIM LIKE HE'S YO' WO'MN~! Static's comments draw a look of digusts from Crystal across the ring. Meanwhile, Jax finally stops stomping and pulls Zack to his feet. Quickly he snaps off a forearm strike, dazing Malibu...before tagging in the monstrous Gunner Sharps! Climbing in, Gunner wastes no time in laying out Zack with a stiff clothesline. The smiling Jax pats Gunner on the back, while the bigman reaches down and picks Malibu back up. With an arm, Gunner drags in Malibu, wiping him out with a short-arm version of the clothesline. This time, Gunner drops to one knee and makes a relaxed cover... ONE! TWO! ...only two. Undettered, Gunner pulls up Zack once more. A hold of the arm once more, Gunner hurls Malibu into the ropes, holding his arms to the side and clasping Zack at his side. But Malibu rotates through the sidewalk slam attempt, landing on Gunner's shoulder and promptly sliding off and behind. Reaching up, Zack then tries to grab Gunner for a side russian. The huge frame is too much for Zack to get to grips with however, Gunner shrugging Malibu off like a bug on his his back, before turning and charging. Malibu ducks a clothesline this time though, swinging towards the heavens with a forearm! Gunner is rocked momentarily, so Malibu nails him again. CRYSTAL C'MON GUNNER! The bigman looks shocked to be hit so hard, Zack rocking him with a straight kick to the midsection this time. A kick to the thigh. Kick to the hamstrings. With Gunner reeling, Zack turns on his heel and hits the ropes... ...but gets all the steam taken out of him, as Scotty Static rushes across the ring and sticks out a leg for Zack to run directly into. Zack staggers away from the ropes, Gunner waiting for him with a goozle! Eyes bursting open in shock, Zack seems frozen in shock, as Gunner pulls him off the canvas and DRILLS him with a Chokeslam! Some Guy hangs his head, as Gunner quickly cradles a leg... ONE! TWO! TH.. ...KICKOUT! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Zack's still in it! Gunner looks understandably shocked. And even more shocked, as Scotty Static tags him on the shoulder and elects himself the legal man. The bigman shrugs it off, as Static quickly tries a cover of his own... ONE! TWO! ...only two. Sighing, Static drags up Malibu. A quick palm strike stuns Zack, allowing Static to hit the ropes, tumbling into the motionless Malibu with a front spinning roundhouse kick! BLACK DO SOMETHING ZACK, JESUS! Ignoring Black's concern lacking frustration, Static pulls Zack back up again. Another quick strike stuns him, Static following with one more just to make sure, before coming off the ropes again. Rebounding at top speed, Static dives at Malibu...but this time, Zack ducks a tumbling clothesline attempt. Scrambling to his feet, Static is able to duck a weary forearm swing from Zack, booting him in the gut as he turns and then spplying a front facelock. Whatever Scotty has in mind doesn't work though, as Zack blocks the suplex style lift. Another block. Frustratedly, Static fires in some knee strikes to the ribs to weaken Malibu. But again he blocks. And again. So again, Static fires off some knee strikes... ...but suddenly gets his knee snatched. COLE Wait a minute...Zack's got him hooked! Malibu quickly takes Static down with a Dragon Screw, then falls back to the ropes, worn out. Johnny Jax starts to make his way across the apron, but Malibu moves away just as Jax lunges for him! Malibu cocks his arm back, ready to nail the GPX member, but his arm is grabbed by Static, who spins him around and lifts him up onto his shoulders...NO! Malibu wriggles free, then shoves Static forward, RIGHT INTO HIS...NO! Static puts the brakes on just as he's about to collide with Jax, and turns around, INTO A ROARING ELBOW~! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jax was ready to come in and make the save for his partner, but it wasn't needed, as Scotty rolled a shoulder at the last second. Taking Scotty by his frosted, spiked up hair, Malibu hammers him twice in the temple before bringing him to his feet, but as he pulls him into a short-arm clothesline, Scotty ducks under and swings around to the back of the popular prep, wrapping his arms around his waist and hoisting him into the air with a German...NO! MALIBU FLOATS OVER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Scotty turns around...AND MALIBU DIVES INTO THE AIR, BRINGING HIS KNEE UP INTO THE SIDE OF STATIC'S FACE! COLE THE ZACK ATTACK TO A STANDING SCOTTY STATIC~! COACH I think his tooth just hit me. ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! STATIC KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN! CABOOSE The GPX are staying alive, but Malibu is in his zone right now! Zack gets up, preparing to strike once again in hopes of putting Scotty away...but he's suddenly grabbed from behind by Jax, who lifts him up and plants him on the canvas with a Blue Thunder Powerbomb! Patrick orders Jax out, but Johnny doesn't heed the words right away, instead choosing to help his partner up and tell him it's time to go up top. COLE Johnny Jax is extending the lifespan of his team in this contest, and now it looks like they're setting Malibu up for the Static Shock! Static starts climbing the ropes, as Patrick ushers Jax out of the ring, having had enough with his illegal involvement. Slowly, Static perches himself atop the turnbuckles, and Patrick looks around, making sure that no one from any of the other corners has interfere. Static looks out to the crowd and springs up, twisting his body and landing on the ropes to execute a second leap, this time sending himself flipping through the air, body extended straight for his modified senton drop... ...AND THE SMALL OF HIS BACK CONNECTS WITH THE TWO KNEES OF ZACK MALIBU~! COACH DAMN! That man is gonna need one hell of a masseuse! Static rolls onto his stomach and kicks his legs on the canvas, in tremendous pain as his finishing move was turned into a high impact backbreaker of sorts. Laying still for a few moments, Malibu collects himself, then KIPS UP~!, focusing on the fallen former friend that rests on the canvas before him. Static pushes himself up to his knees, then up to his feet, not knowing that Zack is ready...and Zack rushes him, quickly grabbing him and pulling him up in the air before dropping him down across his knee, further injuring the back! COLE The Rock Bottom Backbreaker! Vintage Malibu! Static again kicks around the canvas, reaching around to his back and showing visible pain. With his rival down, Malibu plays to the crowd a bit, and looks over to his partner, who gives him a nod of reassurance. CABOOSE You know what's coming. Again, Static pushes himself up to one knee, then to his feet, his eyes opening just in time to see the sole of a size 11 boot coming straight at him. Static's eyes widen as the foot grows closer, cracking him in the mouth with SCHOOL'S... NO! STATIC MANAGES TO CATCH THE KICK! Reacting swiftly, Static delivers a punt to Zack's nether regions, halting the assault from the OAOAST's favorite son! Static quickly pulls Zack into a headscissors, but the cocky youngster has trouble lifting due to the pain he's suffered through his back. Lifting is not a problem for Zack Malibu, however, as he quickly hoists Static up on his shoulders, then pushes him into an upside down position, with the head braced and the leg hooked... COLE NO WAY! CABOOSE Looks like a shooting star is about to come crashing down to earth! MODIFIED FALLING STAR DRIVER ON SCOTTY STATIC~! COVER~! ONE! TWO! WAITAMINUTE! JAX HURRIES INTO THE RING AND... *SMACK!* ...GETS CUT OFF BY A SOME KICK!! THREEEE!!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER The Global Party Exchange...HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! COLE Incredible! Zack Malibu and Some Guy eliminate the former tag team champions first! CABOOSE There's a measure of vengeance and pleasure coming out of that pin, because we've seen what the GPX has put them through lately. Crystal and Gunner, in a mix of anger and shock, curse and re-locate to the outside, as they tried to come and tend to their GPX allies. Meanwhile, Some Guy steps over the fallen Jax and moves to go back towards his corner, until he's spun around by CWM, who has snuck into the ring... *WHAM!* COACH POLLYCUTTER!! COLE What the hell!?! CWM just ambushed Some Guy! CWM puts the boots to him, and hurriedly kicks Some Guy out of the ring. Patrick is already on CWM's case and tries to stop him from furthering his attack on Some Guy. All of which allows Dan Black to sneak into the ring behind. Crystal and Gunner watch on, with no reason to interject themselves, as Zack wanders around the ring and wonders what the hell just happened to his partner... *KICK!WHAM!BLACKOUT~!* COLE Black behind the referee's back! What the hell...the old guard are falling apart here! They had a four on two opportunity at Crystal and Gunner. CABOOSE They just can't get along. There's too much bad-blood that hasn't been resolved. COLE And it's all falling into Crystal and Gunner's hands! Black sneaks out of the ring, the damage done. As meanwhile, CWM turns away from Some Guy and brings the referee with him to count the pin on Zack... ONE! TWO! .. THREEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER Zack Malibu and Some Guy...HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! Looking up at Black with a wry smile, CWM rolls off of Malibu's lifeless frame. Quickly, Patrick has to set about getting Zack out of the ring, along with Johnny Jax who still lays under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Crystal and Gunner talk over strategyin the corner, looking across at The Iceman and CWM. COLE Well, now we're down to two, after two quick, chaotic eliminations. COACH The damage was done to Zack already. And all it needed was for Dan to come in, hit one of his nineteen finishers and let CWM pick up the scraps. COLE Which leaves Crystal and Gunner Sharps to take on Dan Black and CWM. The two least experienced teams in the field for all intents and purposes. As Zack is helped out of the ring and given a warm reception from the fans, Crystal eyes up CWM (not like that. Although, he has got a hawt picbase) and decides she'll take over for her team. Black moves across the apron and takes up the regular tag team position, opposite Gunner, as we're down to 2 on 2. Jigging out of the corner, Crystal is ready to go. Which draws a smile from CWM. CWM Gimme a break. CRYSTAL C'mon old man, you remember what a lock-up is, right? CWM I'm not locking up with you. CRYSTAL Scared? CWM Scared? Please. I don't wanna lock up with you, I don't wanna touch you. So how about you tag out toots...let the men deal with business. Crystal glares at CWM, offended beyond belief. COLE Oh, my! COACH Fuck, him! CABOOSE These new super-powered microphones are awesome. COLE It's not super-powered. There's a camera on the apron. CABOOSE Wha...oh, yeah. My bad. Stepping away, Crystal shrugs and goes to tag out...NO! She shocked CWM, suddenly lunging forward and smashing her fellow Canadian with a snug forearm! Two, three, four, catching CWM off guard and backing him into the ropes. Crystal grabs an arm and looks for an irish whip, CWM managing to spin in front mid-spin and pull Crystal in and swipe a clubbing back elbow into her jaw! Down goes Crystal. But CWM pulls her straight back up, in no mood to play as he pulls Crystal into a standing headscissors and hoists her up...but Crystal escapes behind, with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! Just a two! Both CWM and Crystal scramble up, with CWM whipping off a forearm of his own. Crystal reels back, but suddenly comes out with claws extended, digging into CWM's eyes like a woman possessed. CRYSTAL NOBODY CALLS ME 'TOOTS'! CWM struggles to get away as eventually Crystal releases her catty grip on the referee's count of four. Blindly CWM tries to grab at Crystal. But she's already hitting the ropes, charging through CWM with a spear! Crystal then hooks a leg, making the cover... ONE! TWO! ...and getting just a two count. Now, Crystal lays into CWM again, holding her own well with right hands until CWM reaches up and shoves her off. Right over into her corner though, allowing Gunner to tag himself in. Crystal wisely grabs CWM's leg and prevents him from getting away, while Gunner hovers over and STOMPS a hole in CWM's chest! And again! Crystal now leaves, as Gunner leaves his feet, dropping an elbow on CWM and lounging over him with a pin attempt... ONE! TWO! Just two. COLE They may not be a full-fledged tag team, but you cannot say that this duo is not one of the most intimidating we've ever seen. Who has EVER manhandled CWM like that? Gunner yanks on CWM's hair, pulling him up and then pressing him into the air, holding him over his head for all to see. Gunner gets cocky, posing a bit too long in this show of strength, and it gives CWM ample time to regain his senses and slide his arm down just enough to dig his claws into Gunner's eyes! "YEEEARRRRGGGHHHHH!" CABOOSE Vicious eye rake! Any deeper and it would have stuck his fingers through his sockets like his head were a bowling ball! CWM falls down behind Gunner, and quickly reaches over and makes the tag to Black. Still in the ring, CWM spins the blinded big man around, trying for the POLLYCUTTER~!, but he's sent to the ropes, which still works out in his favor, as CWM rebounds with a diving shoulderblock and Black hits Gunner with sliding kick, the combination of which puts the big man down on his back! Black then runs the ropes again, this time coming off with a kneedrop to the throat of Gunner, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him prone for a pin! ONE! TWO! NO! Crystal interjects herself, driving a boot into the side of Black's head. Rather than run at the Crown Jewel, Black gets up and smiles that wry smile of his, walking over towards Crystal's corner...and hocking a mouthful of flem into her face! COACH UGH! CABOOSE Hey Coach, she wants a kiss. COACH No way, playa. Pleased with himself, Black dodges a lunging slap from the Female Phenom and goes back to the big man, although the power of Gunner comes in handy, as he tackles Black and drives him backwards, crushing him against the turnbuckles! Crystal leans over and tags herself in as her muscle continues to drive his shoulder into Black's ribcage, and once Gunner is ordered out of the ring, Crystal climbs up on the middle rope and starts pounding on Black with closed fists! Black staggers, too stunned to do anything, until he's able to get his arms through Crystal's legs and hoist her upwards, running out of the corner and dropping her with a power...NO! CRYSTAL COUNTERS TO A RANA IN MID-POWERBOMB~! COLE Call her what you want, but that was a hell of a reversal! Black scrambles to get to his feet, but Crystal is waiting with a well timed dropkick...that wasn't well timed at all, as Black saw it coming and swats it away! Crystal comes up to her feet, but is instantly kicked in the ribs, and Black grabs her by the neck for the BLACKOUT~!, but she slips out of it and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope! Crystal tries to relax for a moment, but suddenly she's blasted with a lariat, as CWM jumped off the apron and nailed her, then stomps her down as Black keeps Patrick occupied. CWM then takes her and tosses her back into the ring under the bottom rope, leaving her prone for a Black attack, but as he goes to get back on the apron, he's yanked down by Sharps, who saw his ladyfriend getting assaulted on the other side of the ring. A knee to the gut is enough to double CWM over, and Gunner whips him hard into the guardrail, leaving him hurt on the floor and in no way, shape or form able to make a tag if his partner were to need it. Black looks down at Crystal, slapping her across the back of the head before pulling her up to her feet...and watching her drop, as she's too exhausted to even stand! Black snickers to himself, then reaches down again...but as Crystal comes up she shows she was playing possum to the former Eskimo, as she stuns him with a low blow! With Black doubled over, SHE goes for the Blackout, but he quickly shoves her into the ropes, and carries her over with a hard powerslam on the rebound, staying on top for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Perturbed by her persistence, Black pulls her to her feet, tossing her hard into the corner before following her and setting her up on the top. Black then follows up, pulling her from her seated perch up to a standing position, and both are now standing on the top... COLE WAIT! NO! Against Patrick's orders, Gunner is back in the ring, placing himself under Black and pulling him onto his shoulders and off of the ropes. The weary Crystal staggers, and nearly falls, but catches herself and leaps off, taking Black's head and bringing down from the height into the canvas, as Gunner sits out with the move! COACH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY-UM~! COLE A modified Electric Chair/Leaping DDT combo! That was...that was... COACH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-UM~! COLE Exactly! Gunner and Crystal help each other recover, as Black's not moving, however Gunner is surprised to be attacked by CWM, who jumps up on his back and tries to claw out the eyes of the big man again! The shock of the assault staggers Gunner, as he moves near the ropes...then reaches over his shoulder and takes CWM by the head, snapmaring him over his shoulder...AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR WITH A SICKENING THUD~! Meanwhile, Crystal runs the ropes, jumping up to the middle rope for DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH~!...but BLACK GETS THE KNEES...NO! Crystal saw it coming and overshot her own move, now applying THE CRYSTALLING~! Patrick has slid out of the ring to check on CWM's condition, and with him distracted (AGAIN), Gunner gets some momentum and delivers a running legdrop to the back of Black's head as he's locked in The Crystalling! CABOOSE He could have broken Black in half! COLE I think he'd be happier if he did. Patrick slides back into the ring, as CWM is motionless on the floor. He sees an unconscious Black locked in the hold, unable to respond to his questions of whether he wants to give or not, and ultimately Patrick has no choice but to ring the bell. DING! DING! DING! CABOOSE Well I'll be. COLE Perhaps the one team no one expected to win this match has gone home with the victory! "Plug In Baby" hits, and Crystal, after a few extra moments, releases the hold, then jumps into the arms of her big bodyguard. BUFFER Here are your winners, the team of GUNNER SHARPS AND CRYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTALLLLLLLLLLLLLL! Crystal looks all too happy, as her obnoxious celebrating only serves to draw more boos from the fans. With the match over, Patrick checks on both Black and CWM, who were brutalized by the former World Champion and her hired hand. COLE What a contest. We knew that the attitudes going in were at a fever pitch, we saw that the veteran squads could not co-exist, and now it cost them, as this young duo have taken the win. CABOOSE CWM and Black, for as accomplished as they are, wanted to take credit for a victory here tonight, and took out Zack and Some Guy. Egos collided once again in the OAOAST, and what you're seeing is the end result. Crystal and Gunner Sharps are you winners, whether you like it or not. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 COLE Folks, we're moments away from our next match of the evening, but first we've got Josh Matthews backstage with one of the participants... The cameras cut back to J. Math, standing by with HOFF, who gets a HUGE pop! Hoff is standing in his locker room, dressed for the ring, watching a TV set. JOSH Now Hoff... The big man flicks off the television and looks down at Matthews. JOSH I don't mean any disrespect, but so far, you're 0-2 against Drek Stone. What makes this night any different! Hoff raises an eyebrow at Matthews, who shrinks back, but Hoff simply takes the mic. HOFF Josh, it's real simple. You see, in two classic matches, I thought I had learned how to fight Drek Stone. I thought I knew all his moves, all his tricks, and how to beat them. But there's one thing I wasn't taking into account. You see, it's lke they say: to catch a criminal...you've got to think like a criminal. COLE Think like a criminal? HOFF And tonight, with that in mind, I have come up with my master plan. And I have figured out the secret to beating Drek Stone. So Josh...people...rest assured. Tonight, the future will arrive, ready to go. And after this is done, there's nothing between me and my title but one man. Axel...Tony...get ready. And Drek? I hope you've got your best suit on, because I am gonna take you out. Hoff leaves the locker room, leaving a dumbfounded Josh Matthews alone. COLE Well, now we come to what is, for many, the most awaited match of the night. For the thrid time of 2005, Drek Stone and Hoff are ready to meet one-on-one to tear each other apart in the ring. CABOOSE In their previous two battles, Drek and Hoff fought in what could now only be considered classic matchups. At Zero Hour, in front of Hoff’s hometown crowd of Minneapolis, Hoff and Drek fought full-throttle for more than 30 minutes over the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship. In that one, Drek wound up coming out of it with his hand raised. COACH By disqualification thanks to Axel’s interference. COLE And after Hoff had thought he won the Heavyweight title anyway. CABOOSE That doesn’t change the fact Drek Stone still walked out of Minnesota as the Heavyweight champion. COLE After that, Drek Stone and Hoff met again on the grandest stage of them all. At Trump Plaza in the opening match of AngleMania IV! And once again, it was for the OAOAST Heavyweight Title. And there, Drek Stone wound up coming out victorious once again – albeit, through dishonest means. CABOOSE The truth is that in these meetings between Drek Stone and Hoff, Drek holds a spotless 2-0 record. The big man has never beat him before and, if history is any indication, he might not ever do it. Drek is not willing to let Hoff keep his shoulders down for the three count. COACH But it’s important to keep in mind that a lot has changed since the last time these two fought at AngleMania. This federation is slowly starting to go through war. For Drek Stone, the Heavyweight Title is no longer his main priority. It’s something else. Something much more larger in the grand scheme of things. For him, OAOAST life has become all about casting out the old so the new has a chance to shine. CABOOSE Yeah, well….. COLE He has the Global Party Xchange, Crystal, and Gunner Sharps on his side. All of them people that he never seemed to get along with before. And now he wants Hoff to fought alongside him. But there’s only one problem with that – Hoff doesn’t want to do it. And now, that brings us to this matchup tonight. COACH In an ingenious idea from Drek Stone, he has forced Hoff into a stipulation he might regret accepting. If Hoff loses this matchup tonight, he has no choice but to join Drek Stone in the battle against the old blood. No questions asked. But if Hoff happens to win… CABOOSE Which he’s never done before. COACH Right. Then Drek pledges to leave him alone until, according to him, Hoff comes to his senses. COLE The stakes are huge here. Possibily bigger than they’ve ever been before in a Drek Stone vs. Hoff matchup. And we’re ready to get down to the ring to start this one. Let’s go! CUE: Black *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* And the fans go WILD as Hoff steps out through the curtains onto the top of the ramp! The big man, dressed in shiny silver tights with a black trim, looks pumped up as he looks out over the crowd with a wide grin on his face. He then starts to make his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he does it. BUFFER Coming down to the ring first….weighing in tonight at two-hundred-and-seventy-five-pounds! He hails from the chilly city of Minneapolis, Minnesota and goes by the moniker of The Future! A former Heavyweight Champion of the world, he has been unstoppable the past few months. And tonight, he’s looking to continue that streak against one of his most hated enemies. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…..HOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE There’s no doubt in my mind that Hoff is ready for this. He’s been waiting three long months to get his hands on Drek Stone once again, and I have a feeling he’s going to relish this moment. CABOOSE Yeah, that’s all well-and-good, but he certainly doesn’t look like a man of intensity right now. Maybe it’s just me, but watching my opponent smile and slap hands with the crowd wouldn’t exactly send chills down my spine. Once Hoff gets ringside, he climbs up the steps slowly and makes his way through the ropes. He then climbs up to the second rope and flexes his muscles as a sea of flashbulbs bathe him in a shower of light. CABOOSE Nice use of words there. COACH I agree. The fans go absolutely NUT~! as Hoff continues to stand on the turnbuckle, letting each fan get a good glance at the man known as The Future. Finally, he jumps off the middle turnbuckle and starts running laps against the ropes, waiting for his opponent. The lights turn out. A gold spotlight appears at the top of the ramp. Followed by a slight hum. And a low clanging of drums. A melancholy female voice then pierces through the darkness. Deceived by my eyes And all I was told I should be Opinions not mine The person they taught me to be One night in the dark A vision of someone I knew And in the darkness I saw A voice say I’m you As the song gets louder and edgier, the gold spotlights at the top of the ramp start to multiply. Inside me, a light was turned on…. Forming one large golden light. And then I was ALI-I-I-I-IVE!! The music reaches its rock pitch as Drek Stone steps out to the top of the ramp, receiving a huge amount of boos in return. BUFFER And his opponent….weighing in at two-hundred-and-thirty-five-pounds, he hails from the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York! Also a former Heavyweight Champion of the world, he holds a spotless 2-0 record over his opponent tonight. Tonight, he is looking to make it a possible 3-0 lifetime standing. Please put your hands together for RRRRRRRRRRECKLESS DRRRRRRRRRREEEEK STOOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Standing at the top of the ramp, highlighted by the spotlight hanging over his head, Drek holds his arms out for the crowd, basking in their hatred. Above him, a series of red, white, and green fireworks shoot from the top of the Angletron, signifying perhaps that the REAL Future has arrived. Once the explosive display has ended, Drek starts to make his way down to the ring. COACH Say what you want about that man, but what an entrance! CABOOSE And Drek Stone is not about jawing with the fans tonight or trying to get on their bad side. He’s focused on the task at hand with Hoff. That’s something that the big man needs to learn. Once Drek steps through the ropes and into the ring, Hoff immediately steps forward and goes nose-to-nose with his opponent. COLE Oh man, it might get started right here! BUFFER LETSGETREADYTORUMBLEG’BYE! CABOOSE Stupid Hoff. We didn’t even get to hear Buffer’s closing line. Two former Heavyweight Champions. Two hated enemies. Two men that seem to truly know each other. Two men… *DING! DING! DING!* ….who are ready to get it on. The fans applaud as the bell rings and Hoff and Drek remain in an intense staredown at the center of the ring. COLE You would think, at this point, they would know what each other’s eye color is. CABOOSE Well, that was an intelligent comment from you, Michael. In the midst of their staredown, Hoff and Drek nod at each other, realizing that the night will never end if they keep this up. So both of them step back for a second….then engage in a lockup! Hoff and Drek tie up in a stiff collar-and-elbow, arms locked with one another. The fans cheer as both men try pushing against each other for an advantage, but neither of them get it. They are both resolute in their position. Neither of them are willing to budge. All they can do is struggle in a battle-of-wills….. Until Hoff violently shoves Drek Stone into the corner, breaking apart the collar-and-elbow for the time being. “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE And there we go. Hoff has officially passed the first test. Feeling somewhat humilated, Drek slaps down on the turnbuckle, frustrated that his enemy was able to prove his superiority in the strength department. He shoots a death glare to Hoff, who returns the favor with a laugh and urges Drek to bring it on. CABOOSE Yeah, Hoff isn’t intimidated one bit. He knows what Drek Stone is capable of, so those seething stares don’t quite work anymore. Drek nods his head slowly, looking like he’s trying to come up with a quick strategy, but then suddenly dashes towards Hoff. Hoff, completely expecting this, sticks out his arm and takes Drek over with a quick armdrag. Once both men hit the mat, they immediately pop back up. Drek tries running at Hoff again, but is taken over with another armdrag! Hoff immediately tries to grab Drek’s arm and twist it into an armbar, but Drek somersaults out of it and moves back up to his feet. The big man tries following him, but is unfortunately the slower of the two. This gives Drek the chance to wrap his arms around Hoff’s waist from behind, lift him up, and drop him onto his chest with a reverse waistlock. CABOOSE Now this is where Drek shines. Using his speed to take down Hoff, instead of his strength. Drek moves over to the corner after the waistlock, feeling like he’s redeemed himself after the armdrag fiasco. Meanwhile, Hoff pushes himself up to his knees, but congratulates Drek on being able to bring him down. With a smile, Drek steps towards Hoff to continue the assault – but gets a disgusting loogie right between the eyes! COLE Ugh! COACH Did Hoff just do what I think he did? Sure enough, he did. Hoff has just disrespected the Italian Stallion by spitting into his face. The fans roar and break out into a “Hoff” chant as Drek slowly wipes the phlegm out of his eyes. “HOFF!” “HOFF!” “HOFF!” CABOOSE Man, I can’t remember the last time Hoff resorted to such cheap tactics. I think I like it. Hoff charges forward and knocks Drek with a stiff forearm across the chest, sending him sprawling back into the turnbuckle. Hoff then lifts his arm up and drops ANOTHER huge forearm across the chest cavity of Drek Stone! And then what does he do afterwards? Why, he drops ANOTHER huge forearm! COACH Man, Hoff is gonna break a rib or something there. Gasping for air, Drek is unable to stop Hoff as he grabs Drek’s left arm and irish-whips him across the ring to the opposite side. Drek hits the other turnbuckle chest-first with HUGE velocity, sending him staggering back…..and into a hard clothesline on the back of the head by Hoff! COLE If Drek Stone knows Hoff as well as he said he did, he should have known that was coming! Hoff drops down to make the quick cover. One! Two! But Drek gets a shoulder up. CABOOSE Well, yeah. Was that kickout ever in doubt? COACH Oh my god! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER! Not wanting to waste a second, Hoff grabs a handful of Drek’s hair and forces the former Heavyweight Champion back up to his feet. He yanks Drek by his left arm and irish-whips him into the turnbuckle yet again! Upon impact, Drek lets out a loud scream, almost indicating that irish-whip hurt him more than it should have. With a grin, Hoff runs towards his opponent, lowering his head for a shoulder tackle of some kind. But instead of getting that, he gets a boot right across the bridge of the nose! CABOOSE And with that, Drek proved he may have the intelligence advantage as well. COLE Yeah, Hoff fell for that hook-line-and-sinker. CABOOSE Never underestimate the impact of playing possum. Hoff thought that throw into the turnbuckle really hurt Drek, when it turned out that Drek was simply luring the big man in. Hoff doubles over for a moment to grab his nose, allowing Drek the chance to hop up onto the middle turnbuckle. As Hoff moves back up to a standing position, Drek grabs him in a front-facelock and jumps off the second rope. COACH Tornado DDT?! That’s what it might look like, but no! As Drek spins around and hits the mat, he rolls Hoff up in a small package! The referee drops down for the count as many of the fans scream in surprise. ONE! TWO! And Hoff shoves his way out of the pinning predicament. COLE Well, I’ll tell you, Hoff certainly wasn’t expecting that. CABOOSE That’s what this match seems to be turning into, Cole. That they need to expect the unexpected! Hoff spins on his knees and locks eyes with Stone, who has already found his footing. Drek nods at Hoff, grinning, and Hoff shoots him an angry glare as he gets to his feet. The two men circle once more, both looking for an opening, and they come together, collar-and-elbow, and Drek slides into a side headlock. Drek cranks in, but Hoff backs up to the ropes and shoots Drek off. Drek hits the far side and charges, ducking a clothesline. Drek puts the brakes on and Hoff wheels, turning just in time to catch a back elbow to the face! Hoff grabs his jaw and stumbles back a step, giving Drek the opportunity to follow up with a European uppercut. Hoff reels, falling into the ropes, and Drek catches him on the rebound with an Irish whip. Hoff comes barreling in, and Drek sidesteps him, grabbing his head and hurling him over the top rope -- but Hoff pivots and lands on the ring apron! COLE Nice agility from the big man! That's been one of the hallmarks of this series of matches. Hoff has always stepped it up, bringing his A-game to compete with the quickness of Drek Stone. CABOOSE Yeah, and it's worked out so well for him in the past. Drek throws a punch, but Hoff blocks with his left hand and lands a monster right, sending Drek back a few steps! Drek regains his bearings and moves in again, but Hoff ducks low and drives a shoulder between the first and second ropes, catching Drek in the midsection! Drek doubles over, and Hoff uses the ropes to launch himself OVER Stone and twist, landing behind his rival! Before Drek can react, Hoff locks his hands around Drek's waist and throws him over with a BIG German suplex! Hoff holds the bridge and the referee makes the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT, as Drek thrusts his arm into the air at the last moment! Hoff releases the bridge and rolls away and up to his feet. CABOOSE That's what makes both these guys so great -- ingenuity. That move, Drek's earlier inside cradle, things like that that you don't see every match, from every competitor. Hoff stomps toward Drek and pulls him up by the hair. Hoff whips Drek off the ropes and ducks his head, but Drek counters with a swinging neckbreaker! The fans jeer as Drek sits up with a satisfied grin. CABOOSE Now, at the same time, you have to remember that these two shot to the top in record time. Both were World Champions within a year of their OAOAST debut, and both are only in their second year with us right now. It's easy to make a simple mistake like telegraphing your move too early. Drek Stone gets up and drags Hoff up with him. The big man fires a forearm to the gut of Drek, but the Reckless One quiets him with a right hand to the temple. Drek grabs Hoff by the head and turns, throwing Hoff over his shoulder in a snapmare takedown. Hoff lands on his back, and Drek stands to his full height before placing a boot on Hoff's face, and scraping it across. Hoff grabs his face, kicking his legs in obvious discomfort as Drek drops to all fours and falls on top of Hoff, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! NOT QUITE THREE, as Hoff easily powers out of the lateral press. COLE Drek had to know that Hoff wouldn't go down so easily! COACH Yeah, but sometimes it's enough to embarass a guy by doing something like that. Drek has always been successful in getting under Hoff's skin. Drek pulls Hoff back to his feet, then stuns the big man with a forearm shot. Drek steps alongside of Hoff, and hooks the big man for a Russian leg sweep, but Hoff throws an elbow that knocks Drek back! The fans cheer as Hoff hooks his arm under Drek's, looking for a hiptoss, but Drek delivers a thumb to the eye! The crowd boos the cheap tactic, and the referee admonishes Stone, but Drek shouts down at him, scaring him away. COLE Drek Stone isn't the biggest guy in the world, but he does have an intimidating presence. A very impressive physical build and a fierce temper. Drek turns back to his opponent, but Hoff is waiting, and delivers a goold-old-fashioned SLAP to the face of Drek Stone! The crowd goes WILD! CABOOSE AH! He can't do that to Drek Stone!! Drek's head snaps back, and Hoff smiles. Drek turns his head back and Hoff waves him on, and Drek throws a VIOLENT lariat that Hoff ducks under! Drek turns back to face Hoff, who throws a boot to the midsection of Stone and whips him off the ropes! Drek comes back and runs into a snap powerslam! Drek hits HARD, and Hoff stays on top of him, hooking the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Drek kicks out at two and a half. COLE Hoff has been acting awfully disrespectful toward Drek Stone tonight! CABOOSE You damn right he has, and I don't like it one bit. Drek Stone is a former champion, and the TRUE future of this business. He deserves our respect. Hoff gets to his feet, and Drek rolls away from the big man, getting to a corner and crawling up from there. Hoff stalks in as Stone turns around, and Drek catches Hoff with a boot to the midsection. Hoff is stunned, allowing Drek to turn the tables and toss Hoff into the corner. Drek pushes Hoff's arms aside and rears back, delivering an open-palm SLAP to the chest of Hoff. The fans groan in sympathy as Hoff grimaces, trying to get away, But Drek pushes him back into the corner and slaps him again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes throughout the arena, and Hoff's chest glows beet red. Drek shoves Hoff back into the corner to attempt the move once more, but Hoff grabs Drek's wrist on the way down! The surprise on Drek's face is quickly wiped off with a BIG right hand, and Hoff, holding onto Drek's arm, spins and whips him back into the corner! The crowd gets into it as Hoff starts laying in right hand after right hand after right hand, before reeling back and sending Drek to dream street with a HUGE blow! COLE And Hoff has the momentum going in a big way! Drek collapses in the corner, and Hoff grabs his left arm and whips him cross-corner! Drek hits the far turnbuckles with a groan, and Hoff raises his hand into the sky and gives a yell before charging forward! Hoff leaps with the STINGER SPLASH, but Drek moves out of the way and Hoff hits the turnbuckle chest-first! Hoff stumbles back, and Drek grabs him by the back of the head, driving him face-first into the top buckle! CABOOSE The momentum can change, though, just like that. Drek grabs Hoff's arm and whips him out of-- no, reversal by Hoff and he sends Stone across the ring! Stone hits the corner and Hoff follows him in, hitting him with the Stinger Splash! COACH And it can change right back! The fans go wild as Hoff takes a step back, and Drek falls forward out of the corner. Hoff rolls Drek over and makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Drek Stone gets out by throwing his foot on the ropes! CABOOSE Now even though Drek COULD have kicked out with authority, he chose to get his leg in the ropes there and save his energy. It's Hoff's fault. He should have paid attention to where he was -- and of course, hooked the leg. COLE Nevertheless, impact like that has to take a lot out of Drek Stone! CABOOSE Bah. Hoff gets to his feet, looking at the leg of Drek Stone with resentment as he picks the Italian Stallion up. Hoff holds Drek by the head and flexes his right bicep, popping the crowd, before throwing a big clothesline...but Drek ducks! Stone quickly steps behind Hoff and pushes him toward the ropes, then rolls backwards, but Hoff holds onto the top strand! Drek's rollup is thwarted, and the former champ rolls to his feet, facing Hoff...who WIGGLES HIS ASS. COACH Gross! CABOOSE Don't pretend you don't like it. Drek looks SHOCKED AND APPALED as the fans, especially the ladies, hoot and holler. Hoff looks over his shoulder and BITES HIS LIP, and the jaw of Drek Stone sets. With a furious gaze, Drek charges at Hoff...and the big man lowers a shoulder, dumping Drek to the outside! "YEEEAAAHHHH!!!!!" Drek lands hard on the outside, and slowly gets up as Hoff looks on from the ring, laughing. Stone slaps the protective mat at ringside, scowling as he finds his feet. COLE Hoff really seems to be in the head of Drek Stone tonight! Hoff grabs the top rope as Drek shakes his head clear... CABOOSE Hey Coachman, I bet you $5 I know what the next move is. COACH American dollars, or British dollars? CABOOSE British dollars?!? You moron. Drek turns around to face the ring, and Hoff vaults over the top rope, sailing through the air and coming down on Drek with a big cross-body! The "HOFF" chants start up again as Hoff gets to his feet, throwing one fist in the air with a smile as Drek writhes on the floor. Hoff turns back to his opponent, grabbing Drek by the hair and smashing his face into the steel ring steps. Drek bounces backwards, grabbing his kisser as Hoff follows. Drek stops abruptly, and turns, catching Hoff with a knife-edge chop that stops the big man in his tracks. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hoff grits his teeth in pain, and Drek follows the chop with an elbow strike to the face! Hoff spins backward and doubles over, holding his nose and mouth in pain. With a menacing growl, Drek grabs Hoff from behind and throws him head-first into the steel steps! Hoff lands with a *crash*, sending the steps flying as he lands in a heap. COLE Drek Stone has definitely been the more aggressive competitor here so far. CABOOSE Hey, Hoff challenged Drek's ego last Thursday. Any man would bristle at that. Drek rolls into the ring momentarily, breaking the official's ten-count. Drek then approaches Hoff's crash-landing site and kicks a set of steps away, walking around the big man and picking him up by the hair. He drags Hoff along the outside, stopping at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Drek snaps a kick to Hoff's midsection, doubling the big man over enough to lock him in a standing headscissor position. COLE Drek Stone is looking for a high impact move to put Hoff away here! The referee hops through the ropes and to the outside, trying to reason with Stone, but the arrogant ex-champion shoves him away. Drek grabs Hoff by the waist and tries to lift him, but Hoff resists! Stone tries again, pulling back with all his might, but Hoff won't budge! Drek clubs Hoff in the back with a forearm, then grabs him one more time, but Hoff falls to one knee....and hits a LOW BLOW!!! The fans go BANANA!! CABOOSE WHAT?! COME ON! What is UP with Hoff today? COLE Hoff just caught Drek very much by surprise with that shot below the belt...but I gotta say, this is very unlike the Hoff we're used to seeing! Drek's eyes bug out as he falls to the floor, allowing Hoff the time to get to his feet. The fans, despite the tactics being used, are loving every moment of Drek Stone's pain. "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Hoff picks Drek up by the hair, ruining his finely-crafted coif, and hurls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. The fan favorite grappler follows Drek in, and once in the ring, he grabs the downed Drek's legs, splits them, and delivers a boot to the...ahem..."lower abdominal region." Stone howls in pain as he rolls onto his side, and the referee has some strong words for the big man. CABOOSE Now that was BLATANT! Right in front of the ref! Hoff should be thrown out of the match, and the building. COLE That shot might have drifted belowe the belt...this plan of Hoff's, do you think it has anything to do with these questionable tactics? CABOOSE Are you kidding?! They ARE the plan!! Hoff knows he can't beat Drek fairly, so he's going to cheat to win! What a dirty, gutless coward. COLE A gutless coward?! This guy has pinned Drek Stone before, and he's never been beaten cleanly! I think it's just a case of turnabout being fair play! CABOOSE Bah, what do you know, anyway? Wanker. Hoff ignores the ref's warning and picks Drek up off the mat, hooking him in a front face lock. Hoff lifts Drek up, and drops him hard with a vertical suplex. Hoff rolls back through the landing and floats into a cover. The leg is hooked! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Drek gets his arm up in time. Hoff, unfazed, pulls Drek back to his feet. Hoff grabs the smaller Stone around the waist, arches back, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex!! The fans cheer for the big move as Hoff lays into another cover! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Almost, but not quite, as Drek gets a shoulder up! COACH Well Hoff's tactics have definitely worked! Drek was giving Hoff a run for his money earlier on, but the Hoffstepper has taken control! Drek looks like a curtain jerker in there! CABOOSE Kayfabe, fool. And don't you count Drek out yet. He's got a lot more fight left in him. Hoff slaps the mat in a bit of frustration, thinking he might have had the three. He gets to his feet and pulls Drek up, then whips the Brooklyn native into the ropes! Hoff waits for Drek coming off the far side, then catches him and presses him high overhead...but Drek slips down Hoff's back! Out of nowhere, Drek hooks Hoff in a ful nelson!! CABOOSE RECKER! Drek is looking for the Recker!! Drek locks his fingers, but Hoff twists and slips his arms free! Hoff spins, and throws Drek's arm over his head, looking for a Rock Bottom! COLE We saw this on Thursday! Rock Bottom coming-- no! Drek throws an elbow to the back of Hoff's head, and another, and another! Hoff lets Drek go, reeling, and Drek runs the ropes! Stone charges at Hoff with his arm extended, looking for a clothesline, but Hoff sees him coming and sidesteps, sending Drek off the other side! Drek hits the ropes, comes bounding off, and Hoff catches him with a HIGH back body drop! Drek SOARS into the air and lands hard on his back! The resillient Stone all but bounces back to a vertical base! Stone stumbles around in a wide circle, and walks RIGHT INTO A ROCK BOTTOM!! COVER BY HOFF! ONE!! TWO!! THREENO!! Drek Stone BARELY gets his arm up in time, but manages to kick out nonetheless! COLE We know Hoff is a dangerous man. He's got the Angle Award winning Future Shock maneuver, dubbed the best finisher in the company today. He's got his deadly anklelock. And now he's gone back to the Rock Bottom, which he can hit out of almost anywhere. Drek Stone is in trouble. CABOOSE Don't you say that, DON'T YOU SAY THAT!! Hoff hops up to his feet, then looks out over the crowd. He points to Drek with his left hand, and holds the right one out to the side. Slowly, he makes a thumbs-up gesture...and turns it down, to a ROAR of approval from the audience! CABOOSE Oh, no. This isn't good. COACH Big man's gonna bring it on home! Hoff pulls Drek off the mat by his hair, looks into his eyes, and all but THROWS him into the ropes. Hoff poises for the SPINEBUSTER~...but Drek holds onto the ropes as he hits, and stops his momentum, falling to the ground and rolling out of the ring!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Well like it or not, Drek Stone knew Hoff well enough to know what was coming, and he got out of the way! CABOOSE This is the kind of experience that only comes when you beat a man twice in a row. COLE Would you stop! Drek, breathing heavy, points to his head. The fans cheer, but not for Drek, as Hoff slides out of the ring behind him! Hoff stalks toward Stone, and as Drek turns to meet him, the big man LEVELS him with a huge clothesline! Hoff smiles at the fans nearby, then picks Drek up off the mat and throws him onto the announce table! CABOOSE What the deuce?! Get off my table! COACH 'Booze, we better run! Triple C vacates the sofa and the table, allowing Hoff to...steal Coach's headset! A faint "hey!" can be heard, followed by some muffled noises, and then a baritone voice as clear as a bell. HOFF Welcome to the Hoff show! CABOOSE What the... COLE Well, we've been joined by a...very unusual guest commentator! Hoff grabs a bottle of water from off the table. COLE Hey! Hoff takes a drnk of the water, letting out an audible "ahhh." Out of the corner of his eye, he spies Drek trying to pull himself up, and the big man hits Drek with the water bottle! Water goes spraying everywhere as Drek falls back onto the table! HOFF Delicious. Hoff tosses the water bottle aside. HOFF Now...hold on one second. Hoff reaches over his head and tosses off the headset. It lands on the ground, where Coach quickly grabs it as Hoff approaches Buffer at the timekeeper's table. Hoff has a few words with Buffer, and the famous announcer hands him a house mic. Hoff flips a switch on the bottom. HOFF There. That's better. The audience goes CRAZY, totally getting into the action, or lack thereof. COACH Can he do this in the middle of a match? Hoff walks back over to the announce table, where Drek is once again getting up. Hoff grabs Drek by the hair and nails him with the MICROPHONE, resulting in a dull *thud* that draws an "oooh" from the audience. The crowd buzzes, getting excited as Hoff steps onto the table. HOFF Now. Welcome to the Hoff show! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" HOFF And my friends, I promise you, this is a night you will never, ever forget. And Tony, Axel, whichever one of you comes out on top tonight.....I want you to remember what I'm about to do right now! Hoff tosses the mic down and pulls Drek to his feet. The big man turns Drek around, with his back facing Hoff, and hooks him from behind to a MEGAPOP~! COLE Not this! Not through the table! COACH Future Shock! Coming up!! Hoff grabs Drek by the waist..but Drek slips free and turns around, delivering a shoulder to Hoff's midsection! Hoff lets go, and Drek, on the table, boots Hoff in the gut! The big man doubles over, and Drek hooks him in a front facelock! Drek looks out at the fans and slashes his throat, signaling for the end! COLE The StoneCutter! Drek has turned the tables here! Drek has...oh wait!! Drek grabs Hoff's tights, but now it's Hoff's turn to break free! The big man throws a forearm to Drek's gut, and another, and another!! Drek releases the hold, as Hoff falls to one knee...then pops up, grabs Drek, and gives him a SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The table collapses as both men fall, Hoff driving Drek to the floor with the vicious move! Hoff rolls off of Drek, taking a moment to catch his breath as the Reckless One lies still!! COLE Did you see that?! Hoff delivered his trademark spinebuster through the table! CABOOSE We all saw it, moron! COACH Man, what power! Drek is in big trouble! CABOOSE You damn right he is! Hoff needs to be disqualified!! Hoff gets to his feet, slowly, before pulling Stone to his. Hoff rolls Drek into the ring, then crawls in after him, hooking the leg as the referee counts the fall! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Somehow, Drek kicks out!! COACH Man. That is a testament to the will of Drek Stone, to kick out of that. CABOOSE That's because he's better than Hoff! He's the future, HE is! Not Hoff! He always has been! COME ON, DREK! Caboose's unbiased commentary doesn't help Drek much as the Italian-born superstar uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Hoff stalks behind him, waiting until Drek is at a vertical base before clubbing Drek across the back with a big forearm! Drek falls forward, and Hoff spins him around, throwing him back-first into the corner! Hoff grabs Drek by the back and legs and lifts him up, placing Drek seated on the top turnbuckle! The big man follows him, climbing onto the bottom rope! COLE Hoff looking possibly for a superplex here, and I've got to think that would end it! Hoff hoists Drek's feet onto the second rope, and follows him up. Hoff climbs ALL THE WAY UP HIGH onto the top rope, and pulls Drek with him. Hoff hooks Drek's arm over his head, and grabs the tights, but Drek breaks free of Hoff's grasp! Drek rears back and fires a right hand that sends Hoff reeling! Hoff teeters back, but manages to stay on the top rope and fire back with a right of his own! Drek tries to keep steady...steady....but falls and crotches himself on the corner, and the motion jars the ropes, sending Hoff all the way down to the mat!! COACH Drek Stone catching a break! CABOOSE It's about time, with all this biased officiatiing! After the pain subsides, Drek slowly climbs to his feet. The former World Champion steadies himself as his longtime enemy gets to his feet on the mat below. Hoff turns and Drek leaps off the top, catching Hoff with a BEAUTIFUL cross-body...but Hoff rolls through! The crowd explodes as Hoff hooks the leg of Drek Stone...AND THE TIGHTS!! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! COLE Am I seeing things, or did Hoff have a handful of tights! CABOOSE The song remains the same, Cole. Hoff ought to be barred from wrestling after tonight. Drek gets up and complains to the referee, vigorously pantomiming a pull of the tights. The ref shrugs, and Drek shoves him aside and goes after Hoff, who ducks a grab from Stone. The two men turn to face each other, and Drek swings with a wild haymaker that Hoff ducks! The big man grabs Drek from behind, lifting him for a back suplex, but Drek shifts his weight in mid-air and lands on top of Hoff! Drek hooks the leg of Hoff! ONE! TWO! NO!! Hoff kicks out of the lateral press! Both men get to their feet and Hoff throws a clothesline, but Drek ducks and catches Hoff with a Side Effect! The fans boo, laying in on thick as Drek gets back to his feet and begins angrily stomping at Hoff! The big man tries to roll away, but Drek kicks him in the back of the head! He rolls over again, and Drek pounces on him, straddling his chest and throwing wild punches to Hoff's face! COLE Good lord! Drek Stone has snapped! CABOOSE He's had enough, Cole. There's only so much you can do to a man. Hoff covers up, but Drek is relentless! Drek begins CHOKING Hoff, which prompts the referee to try to pull the Reckless One off! The official grabs Drek's right arm, holding it back, and Drek springs to his feet, backing the referee into a corner! COLE Now come on, Drek! He's just doing his job!! Drek berates the official, but the referee points to the embroidered "OAOAST" logo on his shirt! Drek rolls his eyes, then kicks the ref in the midsection, grabs him, and DROPS HIM WITH A STONECUTTER!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH DAYUM~! COLE He can't do that to an OAOAST official! CABOOSE The ref had it coming! Hoff has been cheating all night! Drek looks back at the ref, smiling a sadistic grin, before turning around...INTO A ROCK BOTT--NO!! Drek elbows Hoff in the head, breaking free! Hoff turns around as he tries to walk off the pain, turning right back around into a boot to the midsection. Drek grabs Hoff, STONECUTTER--NO!! Hoff quickly grabs Drek's right leg and trips Drek, sending him to the canvas, and then turns Drek over and SLAPS ON THE ANKLELOCK!!! The fans EXPLODE!! COLE Hoff counters the StoneCutter into the Ankelock! My oh my!! COACH But there's no referee!! Even without the ref, Drek holds his arm out, refusing to tap. Hoff cranks on the ankle, trying desparately to get Drek to give up, but Stone inches toward the ropes. Finally, the fans pop AGAIN as another official comes streaking down the aisle! The second ref slides into the ring, and immediately checks Drek for a submission! Drek waves the ref off, and makes one last lunge, hooking the bottom rope with his right hand!! CABOOSE Oh, thank Heaven for that referee. Oh, man...come on, Drek... The ref calls for the break and Hoff gives it clean. Hoff picks Drek up by the hair, pulling his limping foe to the middle of the squared circle, and hooks him in a standing headscissors, slashing his arms, and calling for the H-Bomb!! COLE THIS IS IT! Drek has NOWHERE to go!! This is the move that Hoff pinned Drek with in Minneapolis! The H-Bomb! HERE IT COMES!! Hoff reaches down and lifts Drek onto his shoulders...but Drek rolls through and catches Hoff in a sunset flip! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT, as Hoff rolls backward through it and catches Drek with a jacknife roll! And Hoff puts his FEET ON THE ROPES!! CABOOSE HEY!! WAIT!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!!!!!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* The crowd goes ECSTATIC as Hoff falls off of Drek and climbs to his feet!! The official raises Hoff's arm as Michael Buffer reads the decision from ringside! BUFFER The winner of this contest....HOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!! "Black" hits the arena speakers and the noise level becomes deafening as Hoff celebrates, climbing up the nearest ropes and raising his fist in triumph. Meanwhile, an open-mouthed Drek Stone looks at the second rope, still shaking. Drek takes a moment to soak it in, then, realizing what went down, slowly turns his head and looks at Hoff. COLE Well Hoff has finally done it, but in a way we never thought we'd see. CABOOSE This is a disgrace. Hoff has ruined a beautiful series of matches by cheating. COLE Drek cheats all the time! COACH Boo-boo, the Coach thinks you're just upset Hoff won! CABOOSE It isn't right, damn it. Drek looks back at the ropes as Hoff continues to celebrate, then grabs the official and starts screaming in his face. Drek grabs the man's collar and points to the ropes, but all the ref can do shrug his shoulders. COLE He didn't see it! He didn't know any better! CABOOSE Oh, come on. It's his JOB to see. Hoff hops off the corner and heads out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside before turning back to face the ring and again throwing up a fist. The crowd lets loose another barrage of cheers for their hero, who looks at Drek Stone with a wry grin. From the ring, Drek throws a stream of curses at Hoff, who just smiles and holds up his fingers...one, two, three. COLE Well in any event, this means that Hoff is now free to choose whatever side he wants to in this brewing conflict, or even no side at all! He's a free man! CABOOSE Well, I gotta say, I like that. But Drek wuz robbed! Robbed, I say! Hoff heads through the curtain as his music fades, leaving Drek alone with the referee. The ref grabs Drek by the arm, clearly apologizing for his actions. Drek nods...then grabs the ref and DRILLS HIM WITH THE STONECUTTER!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Aw, now what was that for?! CABOOSE For not doing his damn job. Drek Stone looks up at the crowd, booing mercilessly, and pounds his chest twice before throwing his arm into the air. The fans boo him out of the arena as he exits the ring, walking up the ramp with a scowl on his face. COLE So there you have it. Hoff has finally gotten a win over Drek Stone. CABOOSE Well, I hope he can sleep tonight. COLE After all Drek has done to him, I'm sure he'll be sleeping just fine. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 “I’D EAT YOU ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEE!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The crowd rise to their feet as "Eat You Alive" by Limp Bizkit hits, signaling the champion’s arrival. A fired up Axel, draped in his leather coat, emerges through a cloud of smoke, looking a bit naked without the OAOAST Title wrapped around his waist. Halfway down to the ring, he stops and points to both sides of the crowd, then the ring… BOOM! …and strikes the Crucifix Pose, setting off another round of pyro. Axel walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and striking the CRUCIFIX POSE. "He's simply ravishing... OWWWWWWW!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, Tony Brannigan, steps onto the stage admist a chorus of boos, the OAOAST Championship draped around the outside of his custom-made diamond and ruby-embroidered black robe. The silver rubies on the collar sparkling under the lights; on the back, outlined in diamonds is a silver star with "TONY BRANNIGAN" written over it. COLE I'm getting goosebumps just sitting here at Sofa Central listening to the reaction both men received. The crowd is clearly pro-Axel, but that doesn't bother the OAOAST Champion one bit. Brannigan very confident coming into this match. So much in fact that he took time out of training for this match to go to the San Antonio Spurs NBA Finals victory celebration held last night. He hopes not to play the role of the Detriot Pistons here tonight at the Great Angle Bash. Tony climbs up the ring steps and calls over Earl Hebner to hold the ropes up for him. He enters the ring and brushes Axel away. The Champion removes his belt and holds it up in the air with both hands, receiving tons of heat from the Axel fans in attendence. Axel keeping his eyes locked on the title in the background. We know what he wants. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER This is the Great Angle Bash main event of the evening, set for one fall for the Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP of the World! When the bell rings your referee in charge of the action, senior official Earl Hebner. Introducing first, the challenger, to my left. He is the youngest OAOAST Champion in history. Tonight he's eager to regain the championship he worked so hard to win at AngleMania IV, and looks to join Anglesault, Caboose and Zack Malibu as the only men in OAOAST history to wear the championship on two separate occassions. Ladies and gentlemen, from Tasmania, Australia, weighing 255 pounds; he is a former Heavyweight Champion of the World, this...is...AXEL! Axel takes a step forward...CRUCIFIX POSE~! "AX-EL!" "AX-EL!" "AX-EL!" The boo birds begin flying as Buffer raises the microphone to his mouth. BUFFER And his opponent, to my right. Wearing black with silver trim, weighing in tonight at 272 1/2 pounds, from Rancho Magnifico in Hollywood, U.S.A.; a former HI-YAH International and two-time OAOAST World Tag Team champion, and tonight he comes in as the reigning and defending HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD; he's simply ravishing....TONY BRANNIGAN! A few cheers scattered here and there, certainly more than Tony's used to, but the crowd is still overwhelmingly in favor of Axel. Seemingly unfazed by the crowd reaction, Tony takes off his robe and poses, including the HIP SWIVEL~! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Wrestling fans, are you ready? Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching around the world on pay-per-view; ladies and gentlemen, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Hebner is handed the belt which is raised in the air for all to see, then given to Michael Buffer to take back to the timekeepers table. * DING DING * The match begins with both men circling around the ring, the OAOAST Champion trying to psych out his opponent by doing a double bicep pose. Axel responds with his trademark CRUCIFIX POSE, getting the crowd rowdy. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Brannigan wasting no time breaking the rules, RAKING the eyes. Right hand connects to the jaw. Brannigan with another. Axel sent head-first into the top turnbuckle. Tony takes Axel out of the corner, doubling the former World Heavyweight Champion over with a kneelift to the midsection, followed by a couple of elbows to the back of the neck that drop Axel to his knees. The Champion stands over his fallen opponent and swivels his hips a la the late "Ravishing" Rick Rude. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The crowd not liking the actions of the Tony Brannigan. Personally, I can't blame them. Brannigan is a very arrogant person. But you cannot take away what he's done over the last year. His career left for dead, Tony went on to become part of perhaps the greatest tag team of all-time, Black T, and winning not only the OAOAST and HI-YAH tag team championships but the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title as well. Only 10 men have worn the OAOAST Title; 3 of which have done it on two separate occassions. Axel hoping to become the fourth man in OAOAST history to do so. COACH Hey, you also gotta love the fact Tony wants to do this on his own. He doesn't want The Original Elite's, specifically CWM's help. COLE Axel doesn't want any help either. COACH Ah, I'd take Brannigan's word over Axel's any day of the week. Because like The Coach, Tony tells it like it is. COLE What's with all the Tony Brannigan love? Are you trying to weasel your way into his entourage? COACH The Coach may need a new pair of shoes, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to leech off the champ. Unless of course T-Brann would say so. I mean, there's things I can do J.R. can't. The OAOAST Champion arrogantly flicks the sweat on his forehead on Axel, picking him up and punishing him some more with those forearm shots. Irish wh-- No, countered. Axel counters the Irish whip and catches Brannigan on the rebound with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! ONE... NO! Axel lets go and grabs his neck. His neck couldn't support all the weight from the bridge, not yet fully recovered from the attention it received earlier. Both men race to be the first to rise back to their feet. Tony misses a big lariat and is taken down with a Harlem Sidekick. The cover! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Tony catches Axel getting up with a kick. The two begin trading punches, Axel rocking Brannigan with a combination of rights and uppercuts. Brannigan swings and misses big. Axel with a STRONG clothesline to the back of the neck. Axel drops the leg across the back of the neck as Brannigan rises on all fours. The former champion taking the new champion over with a succession of snapmare takedowns. Kicking the champion hard in the back of the neck. He takes Brannigan up for a suplex, maybe for a brainbuster to continue focusing on the neck, but Tony stuns him with a slap to the gut, waistlocking Axel from behind and driving him straight into the corner where he repeatedly rams the shoulder into the back. Now kneelifts and forearm smashes to the small of the back. Tony turns Axel around and suplexes him out of the corner. Brannigan pops back to his feet and drops a round of elbows dangerously close to the throat -- so close he earns a warning from Earl Hebner. COLE Cover made, hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT. Brannigan sits Axel up and clamps a reverse chinlock, tightly squeezing the forearms across the sides of Axel's face. Hebner checks to see if the chinlock might be an illegal choke. It isn't. Axel summons the support of the crowd and gets to a vertical base, countering the chinlock into a back suplex. Tony rolls onto his side, Axel grabbing him with a waistlock to prevent Brannigan from getting up first. Brannigan blocks an attempted German Suplex by wrapping his left leg around Axel's. Standing switch. Now it's Tony who is trying to get Axel up for a German. Another standing switch. Axel pounding the back of Brannigan's neck with forearm smashes, weaking Tony enough to take him over for a GERMAN SUPLEX! Axel heads to the top. He times his flight and levels the World Heavyweight Champion with a TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE! The cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Waistlock applied, Axel taking Tony up in the air and crotching him on his knee, compressing the spine with an inverted atomic drop. Brannigan squats around like he's sitting on a toilet, grimacing in pain. Axel stops Tony from trying to bail out of the ring, pulling back on the airbrushed tights of the champion and revealing Brannigan's perfectly tanned buttocks. Many of the fans laugh, with plenty of screaming female fans. Atomic drop! The OAOAST Champion pauses mid-ring in tremendous pain, the sweat rapidly dripping down his face and ripped chest. COACH Tony Brannigan may be the only guy in the world who manages to still look F-I-N-E -- fine -- while getting beat up. COLE My God, Coachman! You are looking to replace Jivin' J.R. Brannigan taken off his feet with a vicious lariat. He gets back up just to go back down. Chants of "AX-EL" echoing through the arena. Irish whip. Back bodydrop by the challenger. Axel CLOTHESLINES Tony over the top rope to the floor. He follows suit, going after Brannigan on the outside. Tony rammed head-first into the ring apron. Axel whipping the champion to the guardrail and clotheslining him against the railing. Axel gets a good 10 feet back and charges Brannigan, missing an avalanche splash and hitting nothing but the steel guardrail. Tony grabs a fan's can of BUDWEISER... "This Bud's for you!" ...and BASHES it against Axel's head! He follows up with roundhouse rights and forearm smashes. Tony locks on a front facelock and suplexes Axel on the arena floor! Brannigan steps on the apron and sticks his upper body through the middle rope to break up Earl Hebner's count. Once complete, Tony steps back out and drops an elbow from the apron! Cocky as ever, Tony Brannigan turns his back to a beautiful female fan ringside and clinches his buttocks in front of her! She reaches over the railing and squeezes Tony's BUTT cheeks until the always dependable Carl Winslow puts her in her place, drawing a huge "WINSSSSS-LOOOOOW" chant. Brannigan pats Winslow on the shoulder and tells him to "send her to my dressing room." Winslow nods, very slowly climbing over the guardrail, getting a good push from Tony, and escorts the lady away. Tony very nonchalantly picks Axel up, allowing the challenger to put Brannigan in a waistlock and drive him into the edge of the ring apron. An uppercut jerks Tony's head back, causing it to snap off the middle rope. Axel walks over to a fan who just happens to have on one of his t-shirts and grabs a can of FOSTER'S BEER. Axel pulls the tab, takes a sip...takes another and... No, he takes one more sip... "Foster's: Australian for beer!" ...then SMASHES it in to Tony's forehead! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"! Axel throws the smashed beer can into the crowd, and Brannigan back into the ring. The cover! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! COLE Tony Brannigan just nearly became the first man in history to ever job due to a beer can. Front facelock into a STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX by Axel. He steps on the apron and climbs up the turnbuckles, reaching the top in no time. He positions himself to his liking and dives off. TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP! ONE... TWO... TH-- SHOULDER UP! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH"! COACH Did--Did... Was it just me, Mikey, or did the crowd actually cheer Tony's kickout? COLE It wasn't you. I heard the exact same thing. What you're witnessing here tonight may be history in more ways than one. We may be seeing two warriors becoming legends in front of our very eyes. We just nearly saw a new World Champion crowned. But the current OAOAST Champion, Tony Brannigan, isn't giving up easily. 3 years paying his dues. Career left for dead. He even began doubting himself. I think the fans are beginning to see, that behind all the arrogance of the World Heavyweight Champion is a man who does have a heart. It may be black like his Black T and Original Elite partner Dan Black, but he has a heart. Axel goes back to the top, his hands locking together as he comes down. Tony puts the FOOT up in the air, but Axel grabs it on the way down and tries to turn him over in a single-leg crab, better known as the Axel Grinder, but Brannigan fights it off by kicking the challenger in the head with the heel of his silver boots. Axel lets go of the leg and shakes loose the cobwebs. As he turns around, he walks right into the clutches of the OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE -- but drives the point of the elbow into the shoulderblades of Tony as he's spun around, causing Brannigan to free him. Single-leg takedown into the AXEL GRINDER! Almost immediately Brannigan screams in pain, shaking his head and yelling "no." Axel pulls back tighter on the leg, but Tony still won't quit. The World Champion stratches and claws his way to the ropes, Hebner demanding Axel to break before the 5 count. On 4 1/2 Axel breaks. Brannigan uses the ropes to pull himself up. Axel suplexes him back to the center of the ring. He picks Tony up and kicks him in the JAW with a standing ENZURIGI! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! The crowd CLAPS. They're happy to see this match continue. COACH I've never seen this type of reaction before, M.C. It's off the charts. COLE One of the most surreal things I've ever seen in my 8 years in sports entertain-- I mean, wrestling. Both men earning tons of respect tonight at the 2005 Great Angle Bash. Axel setting Tony up for either a piledriver or powerbomb. Most likely the latter, as Axel likes to use a sit-out powerbomb. Earl Hebner walks over to the corner and kicks a BEACH BALL out of the ring, which allows Tony Brannigan to nail Axel with a LOW BLOW, drawing a loud pop from the crowd. Earl turns around just in time to see Brannigan set Axel up for the ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER! His knee trembling, on the verge of buckling, Brannigan drills Axel head-first into the canvas with the AAP. But he can't make the pin. Still reeling from the enzurigi. Both men are down, sweaty, breathing heavily. And they're doing this all in the name of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. COLE This match goes goes to prove exactly how much the OAOAST Championship means to these two men. But there is one major difference between them. Tony Brannigan will do anything in or outside the rules to remain the champion. Axel, while intense, is a little more conservative with his actions inside the squared circle. Tony is the first to get to his feet, hopping on one leg as a result of the battering that his leg has sustained. Axel is second, utilising the ropes to get to his vertical base, and clutching at his now injured neck. The challenger charges at Tony Brannigan, landing a right hand, which sends Tony backward, and trying to keep on his feet. The champion comes back with a right of his own to the temple of Axel, a right hand that is soon responded in kind quickly by the challenger. After three more of these right hands each, it is Tony who gets that all important advantage with another veteran move, the trusty thumb to the eye. Axel's hand instinctively goes up toward his eye, and Tony takes advantage of his, grabbing Axel by the head and turning him around, before dropping the challenger with a NECKBREAKER! Cover by Tony Brannigan! ONE... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO! Axel gets a shoulder up right after the count of two. COACH Tony Brannigan with a beautiful neckbreaker on Axel, he's really zeroing in on the challengers neck. CABOOSE Wow, and I thought Cole was the only mark on the team. I thought you were just really stupid. COLE Well we don't pay you to think! CABOOSE COLE MADE A FUNNY! Brannigan slaps the mat in fury at the kickout, and immediately goes to work agailn on his opponent with vicious right hands to the face. The referee utilises the five count because of the blows, and Brannigan breaks at four, wanting to get a pinfall or submission victory over Axel. He reiterates this point by sticking both his knees into the back of Axel and wrenching back on his head and legs into a surfboard submission, which has the challenger in agony. Axel soon rolls out of the hold and onto his feet, but not without showing some signs of serious pain in his back and neck. Tony is at his feet too, but is a little better off than his challenger, as he connects with a European Uppercut that sends Axel's head snapping back, and injures his neck even further. COLE Nice European Uppercut by Tony Brannigan there, Dan Black has obviously brought a lot of the catch-as-catch-can style to this company. Brannigan grabs the left hand of Axel and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Axel comes off, ducks a clothesline, comes off the other side, and LEAPS into the air ala the Undertaker, taking Tony Brannigan down with a HUGE LARIATOO!! COLE What athletisicm! With both men down, the referee begins his ten count.... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Both starting to stir... SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Both men are... NINE! ...UP! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" Tony charges at Axel, Axel blocks a right hand, and BOOM! delivers one of his own! And another! A third! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! COACH Cover up Tony! CABOOSE Axel is laying the Smack Down! COLE And we're gonna get sued! Boot to the midsection by Axel... and an UPPERCUT drives Tony to the mat! Axel flashes the crucifix pose, grabs Tony to his feet, hooks the head.... EVENFLOW DDT! COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! Tony kicks out! COLE Tony Brannigan just managed to kick out after that high impact move by Axel! Tony gets up, and eats a clothesline! The champion gets up quickly, and eats another! COLE Axel is getting his second wind! Axel signals to the crowd that its time to end the match, and the massive sold out crowd respond in great cheers! Axel picks Tony up and sends him for an Irish Whip... ...Tony reverses... ...OUT OF BOD-NO! Axel floats over, Tony turns around... ..SPINEBUST-NO! Tony floats over and pushes Axel... ...INTO THE REFEREE! COLE Uh-oh, Earl is down! COACH Disqualify him! With the referee down, Axel turns around to meet a boot to the midsection by Tony, who tries to set him up for another Attitude Adjustment Piledriver, but Axel stands up and backdrops Tony out of the hold! Tony turns around, boot to the stomach, front face lock... ...BRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIINBUTAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!! ...BUT NO REFEREE! COLE BRAINBUSTER DANNNNNGEROOOOOOOOUUS!! CABOOSE But no one to count the pinfall! COACH Who said that was going to be a three count? COLE Well now we will never know, as Earl Hebner is down, and - oh dammit! Look who it is! Just as Axel was about to signal for the Axel Slam, none other than OAOAST Original CWM runs to the ring, obviously with bad intentions. He hops up onto the apron, just as Axel is turning around... and is given a rght hand by the challenger, knocking CWM off of the apron! COLE CWM eats a right hand! But wait a minute! Axel turns around.... ...BLACKOUT! OUT OF NOWHERE COMES DAN BLACK! CABOOSE God Dammit! COACH That's TEAMWORK! Dan Black completes the move just as Tony Brannigan is trying to get to his feet, but the referee is still down on the mat! Dan helps Tony up, and CWM soon joins them in the ring... but here comes DREK STONE AND THE GPX! COLE We've got full-scale GANG WARFARE going on here! Drek and GPX storm the ring, and immediately go toe toe with the new Original Elite. Scotty and Johnny are trading right hands with CWM and Dan Black, but it is the young Upstart tag team that get the advantage with a pair of Low Blows! Meanwhile, the OAOAST Champion Tony Brannigan is going at it with Drek Stone, with the champion gaining the advantage. Johnny Jax capitalises on the low blow to CWM by hooking him in a pumphandle, and hitting the BEAT DROP! Jax then runs over to Static, aiding him in sending Dan Black to the outside with a double clothesline over the top rope! COACH This is great! The Global Party Exchange! COLE But you were cheering for Tony... COACH I'll cheer for whoever I want to cheer for dammit! Tony seems to be gaining the advantage on Drek Stone, but not for long, as GPX come in and help Drek with the beat down. Tony is soon prone, giving Drek a chance to capitalise with a boot to the midsection, followed by a vicious STONECUTTER!!! COLE Wow! Stonecutter on Tony Brannigan! Static is on the top rope, waiting for Drek to complete the move... STATIC SHOCK! He lands the Static Shock on a prone and knocked out Tony Branngian! COLE Two finishing moves by this young degenerate group! And now what? Oh no! Axel doesn't want to win like this! Drek and GPX grab the fallen challenger and pull him onto Tony Brannigan for the cover. At this moment, the referee wakes up just a the right time to make the count! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEBOOOOOOOOOOYEEAAAAAAAAHBOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Dammit! We've got a new OAOAST Champion, and that wasn't how it was supposed to happen! "Death Blooms" starts up over the loud speaker as the referee raises Axel's hand, and drapes the belt over his chest! COACH Is Axel in cahoots with this group? What the hell just happened? COLE We've got a new champion, thats what happened! BUFFER Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW ONE AND ONLY ANGLESAULT THREAD WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... AAAAAAAAAXEEEEEEEELLLL! COLE Well Axel is now a Two Time OAOAST Champion, but the real story here is Drek Stone and the Global Party Exchange costing Tony Brannigan the title! COACH Wait a minute Michael, The Original Elite were going to cost Axel the title, but now Drek and GPX costed Tony the title! I'm confused! Where does this leave Tony Brannigan? Where does this leave Axel? Where does this leave the OAOAST??? COLE I have no idea, but I can only hope to find out this Thursday night on HeldDown! Axel, awoken from his magical concussed slumber, leans up against the ropes, staring a hole in Drek Stone and GPX< who are saying that they won him the championship, as we bring The Great Angle Bash to a close. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2005 A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production WRITTEN BY Tony149 Nice Guy Adam Hoff NYU Zack Malibu KC Alfdogg Masked Man of Mystery Ed Wood Caulfield GRAPHICS BY Papacita EXECUTIVES IN CHARGE OF PPV PRODUCTION NYU Tony149 EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS Hoff CanadianChick KC Nice Guy Adam Chuck Eski DIRECTED BY NYU PRESIDENT/EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu © 2005 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
