Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 (edited) TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! The show opens with BLACK T in front of a STEEL FENCE, grinding tomatoes into the wall of steel, juice dripping down to simulate blood. TONY Later in this program, 4 men will step inside a steel cage. Many have entered, few have left without being scarred for life. Drek Stone, Hoff...after we get through with you, you'll be scarred for life and out of the OAOAST for good. Get set to sweat. DAN And bleed! Dan Black with a dramatic throat slash~! "ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND AROUND THE WORLD..." Instead of the usual fireworks display that would put the 4th of July to shame, we're taken back to the days of old. The days when crowd noise ruled over pyrotechnics and nauseating MTV-ish quick camera cuts. Those days are back, at least for the opening minutes as we're greeted by a ruckus crowd screaming at the top of their lungs, many of whom hold up signs made at home or given to them in the halls of the arena, as seen on NBC's "Wrestling's Greatest Secrets Revealed" years ago! SWOOP~ over to the announce booth located near the entranceway and two familiar faces. SCHIAVONE The One & Only Anglesault Thread hitting the world of syndication with the debut of the appropriately titled "Syndicated." Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Body your hosts for the next hour. And a happy Mother's Day to all the moms across the country and around the world! VENTURA Absolutely. As you can see, Tony Schiavone, I'm one of the millions wearing pink in support of breast cancer research and as tribute to survivors...across the country and around the world. You ain't the only one who can work our slogan into the show. SCHIAVONE Despite all the uncertainly going on what a program we have lined-up, Jesse Ventura. VENTURA It's like a mini-pay-per-view. Christian Wright and Bohemoth squaring off against The Heavenly Rockers for the tag team championship of the world; the man who I think should still be General Manager, Axel in singles action and...aw, hahaha...and then the main event: Drek Stone and Hoff vs. Black T inside the STEEL CAGE! SCHIAVONE We also have a little something special for all you OAOVW fans and an on-location edition of The Love Shack, Jesse Ventura. "YEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Eh. SCHIAVONE Unlike the fans in attendence and I'm sure watching at home, you don't seem too pleased with that, big guy. VENTURA I'll get into that later. But let's get the show started. Syndicated is gonna be big, Schiavone! I can feel it. And you know what happens when a show hits it big -- the cast become stars. I'm already a star, but yours faded long ago, Tony. Look on the bright side. It was the creation of HeldDOWN~! that lead to Triple C becoming the voices of the the One & Only Anglesault Thread. When this show takes off -- and it will because I'M the star -- we'll be the new A-team! SCHIAVONE (chuckles) If you say so. VENTURA The Body tells it like it is, and don't you or anybody else forget it. SCHIAVONE Speaking of stars, Jess... many are scheduled to appear on the program, two of whom were personally selected by Mackenzie DeCenzo to face her former team NRG. Those of you who caught HeldDOWN~! know Mackenzie DeCenzo and NRG had a falling out after a heartbreaking loss to D*LUX, which saw Mackenzie rip NRG to shreds following the match. Unable to take the verbal abuse no longer, NRG dared Mackenzie to go out and form a team she could mold into her idea of superstars and challenged them to a match that we will see in just a few moments. VENTURA Embarrassing loss is more like it. Mackenzie had every right to quit advicing those two muscle heads. Biff Atlas and Flex Phillps have all the potential in the world, and with Mackie's backing they could've soared to new hights, but instead of improving on their ring skills they decided to play dress-up. I know a thing or two about flashy attire, Schiavone, but why on earth would a guy wanna wrestle in a hula skirt?! SCHIAVONE I'm sure it's more of a comfort thing than a fashion statement, Jesse. VENTURA Not only is it a fashion flop, but it also gives your opponent something to use against you during the match. SCHIAVONE Enough with the talk about ring attire. It's time to start butting heads! Let's go up to the ring for our opening match! Edited May 15, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, straight from the gym and at a total combine weight of 515 pounds, Nutrition's Real Guru's... Biff "Shampoo" Atlas and Flex Phillps... NNNNNN-RRRRRR-GGGGGGGG! The crowd is given a shot of "Adrenaline" as the music of Gavin Rossdale accompanies Biff Atlast and Flex Phillps to the ring, the two fitness guru's walking through the navy blue curtain that is outlined by acid-inducing strobe lights and a large OAOAST logo above with a look of determination on their faces, a rare show of emotion other than posing. But fear not, my children, posing is still very much apart of NRG's pre-match routine, including the ever popular jiggling pecs! VENTURA (laughs) I'd like to see you try that, Schiavone. SCHIAVONE You may be the only person who does, Jesse. But with that "Pirates of the Caribbean" look you like to sport... VENTURA Hey, make no mistake about, I'm all man. SCHIAVONE And NRG is all business. They can't wait to get back at Mackenzie for her comments on HeldDOWN~! NRG do a couple of stretching exercises and take a sip of Powerade after removing their pre-match accessories -- cowboy hat, towel, track suit, etc. Suddenly, Blondie's "Call Me" hits. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome world renowned business consultant... MACKENZIE DECENZO! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SCHIAVONE World renouned business consultant? Hmph! In a sexy pinstriped business suit with matching short skirt to flaunt her assets, Mackenzie arrives solo. The cameras cut to a sneering Biff and Flex and then back to Mackie, now with microphone in hand and wearing her Gucci sunglasses on her head. VENTURA Mackie looks great, doesn't she? You can tell she does a lot of chest and leg work at the gym. MACKENZIE Excuse me. Mackenzie DeCenzo, here. A little more respect please. "SLUT!" "SLUT!" "SLUT!" VENTURA The typical chauvinist response. How'd they come to that conclusion, anyway? Mackie is a working girl, and not that kind either -- I mean a business consultant. MACKENZIE I believe you have me confused with Jade Rodez. So let's try to stay on-topic. And that topic is NRG. Normally I wouldn't bother wasting my time appeasing losers like yourselves, but since you guys seem to think you can do better without me -- whatever -- I decided to take you up on your challenge. And do I have a treat for you. You asked for it, you got it. I placed a couple of calls found out two men with both the talent and the brains -- my kind of people -- were just dying to get back in the business. So I said to have them...call me. Why hold the suspense any longer? Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen... (looks off to side) If you'd please. Stage hands roll out a RED CARPET. SCHIAVONE It's not you, is it, Jesse? VENTURA I'm only one guy. SCHIAVONE Well, looking at you today you could account for two. VENTURA I wouldn't be one to talk about weight, Schiavone. And keep your hands where I can see 'em! Where are your matters? MACKENZIE Ahem. Soon to be coming to an arena and media outlets near you, the two biggest superstars of our time... SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS!!! The former New New Midnight Express receive a sizable return pop as they appear for the first time in months on OAOAST programming. No sign the time away has had any effect of Simon and Ned, both sporting excellent tans and more importantly in great shape! Simon points at Biff and Flex, clinching his fist. The sneer etched across his face turns into a wry smile, then a respectful bow as he and Ned take turns kissing Mackie's hand like true gentlemen. With a new manager/business consultant comes a slightly new look, which Simon and Ned proudly display. Gone are the NNMX references on the back of their silver vests, replaced by a gold star with their names embriodered in the center; the trunks still black, but now with added gold stars in front and large star with name on BUTT; knee pads now red with the boots remaining the same plain ol' white boots we love and remember! SCHIAVONE My God, Jesse, they're back! VENTURA I love these guys. Two hot shots who know they're better than everybody else. Love them even more now that they've ditched the fat guy for Mackenzie DeCenzo. SCHIAVONE But how? Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard were supposed to have left the OAOAST after AngleMania V. VENTURA They obviously found someway to get back in. The Beverly Hills Blonds mock NRG by grunting and posing in an over-the-top matter as they trot down the red carpet with Blondie's "Call Me" playing in the background. A stage hand places a DIRECTOR'S CHAIR with Mackenzie DeCenzo's name ringside. The Blonds circle around the ring while Mackie garner's the attention of her former tag team. NRG engaged in a heated discussion with their ex-business consultant and soon find themselves on the receiving end of a Beverly Hills Blonds attack! SCHIAVONE The Beverly Hills Blonds wasting no time getting this one started. * DING DING DING * NRG do their best to cover up as they're pumpeled with knee strikes and rabbit punches. The females in attendence roar as Ned strips Biff of his HULA SKIRT only to be slightly disappointed to see Biff has a speedo on underneath. But good things come in small packages. * BONER ALET * BONER ALERT * Biff Atlas packing heat as he's CHOKED with his own hula skirt! The Blonds in complete control early on, taking it to the muscular foes. They dispose of Flex Phillps and shoot Biff off to the ropes, missing a double back elbow and get floored on the rebound with a clothesline! Atlas may not be much of a wrestler but he knows something about throwing punches, leveling the Blonds with dumb bell rights and short-arm clotheslines. Biff fires Simon across the ring and drills him with a big boot! After beating and hollering his chest like Tarzan, Atlas drapes Singleton over his right shoulder and begins walking over to the corner when he's momentarily stunned by a kick to the midsection, enabling Simon to slide off and recooperate in the corner. Ned looks to capitalize on the situation when his plot is foiled by Flex Phillps, who spins Blanchard around and muscles him up...MILITARY PRESS SLAM! VENTURA Since when did this become Texas Tornado rules? Nick Patrick's gotta get the match under control or disqualify both teams. To the ropes and returned like a bad check is Ned, the victim of an NRG double back dropped. Still reeling from Biff's big boot Simon is the next victim of Nutrition's Real Guru's. Simon is launched into the corner and hits his head on the turnbuckle, sending him staggering back towards NRG and a double goozlo. Simon is lifted overhead for an NRG Burst, a press slam/gutbuster double-team combination. But NRG make a costly mistake by glancing over at their former business consultant in contempt, allowing Ned to sneak in and CLIP BIFF'S KNEE, causing him to fall back with Simon on top for the cover! VENTURA Oh, he's got him. He's got him. This is it. Ned trips up Flex and pins him to the ground. ONE... TWO... THREE... NO! Ned hits Flex with a hard forearm to the chest and high-tails it, dashing over to his side of the ring and re-entering to drag Simon over to their corner while Nick Patrick escorts Flex to his. The Beverly Hills Blonds with perfect timing, making the tag just as Nick turns his head which puts a smile on the face of Mackenzie DeCenzo. SCHIAVONE Mackenzie enjoying what she's seeing so far. VENTURA Mackie's livin' the life now, Schiavone. She finally has a real team. You never saw NRG show that kind of ring smarts. Blanchard scoopes Biff up and rams him into the turnbuckle, rocking "Shampoo" with a series of roundhouse rights before stomping a mudhold and walking it dry, putting the boots to Atlas in the corner until he's on the seat of his speedo! Ned brings Biff out of the corner and flings him across the ring, decking him with a back elbow. Blanchard follows up with a snapmare and comes off the second turnbuckle with the point of the elbow to the sternum. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Handsome Hustler complains about a slow count. He puts a halt to his arguement to throw Biff outside and push Flex off the apron, baiting him into the ring while Simon sends Biff into the guardrail. Singleton chicken-wings Atlas and holds his head up as Mackie comes over and... * SLAP * * SLAP * * SLAP * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ...slaps the taste out of Biff's mouth. SCHIAVONE That's uncalled for. VENTURA (laughs) Mackie releasing some of that pent-up frustration she's carried with her for months. Nick Patrick catches Simon with Biff and orders him to back off, to which Simon acts like he's just trying to help Biff back into the ring before looking over to the camera with a ( ). Ned springs off the middle rope and drives the boot into the side of the head repeatedly. Blanchard tags Simon and slams Atlas in the center of the ring. Singleton connects with a GUILLOTINE LEGDROP from the top, hooking the leg as he makes the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Simon brings Biff over to the corner, smashing him face-first into the turnbuckle and unloading with a series of stinging knife-edge chops. Irish whip and a tag by the Blonds. Simon takes Biff down with a drop toehold while Ned comes off the near side and drives the point of the elbow into the back of the head in succession. The Blonds with another quick tag and double-team maneuver -- DOUBLE FLAPJACK! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! SCHIAVONE The Blonds doing an excellent job keeping Biff isolated in their corner, Jesse. VENTURA Tag Team 101. Simon chokes Biff and earns the wrath of Nick Patrick for his blatant disregard of the rules. Simon innocently moves up, placing the knee under Biff's throat and throwing his arms up in the air to argue his point. Nick Patrick's been around the block long enough to know the game Simon Singleton is up to, demanding he breaks the choke or get disqualified. 1... 2... 3... 4... Simon walks away and taunts Flex with the only poses he knows -- Hulk Hogan's. Singleton incites the crowd even further by cupping his ear ala the Hulkster. Simon casual walks back over to Biff and stomps the head. Following a suplex Simon climbs to the top, balling up his fist, the spotlight focused in the center of the ring as he dives off... ...AND SMACKS HIS CHIN ON BIFF'S BARE FEET! SCHIAVONE Biff got the boots -- I mean feet up! VENTURA Unbelieveable. It looked like Singleton had a clear shot, but at the last moment Biff got his feet up. Both men down. Now who can make the tag? SCHIAVONE It's going to be the Beverly Hill Blonds. Simon's body hasn't taken as much punishment as Biff's. Simon crawls to his corner holding onto his chin, Biff unable to do much other than roll onto his side. As Tony Schiavone predicted, the Blonds are the first to make the tag. The fresher Ned Blanchard stepping in and punishing Atlas with more elbows to the sternum. He scapes Biff off the mat and connects with a round of rights, whipping Atlas to the ropes, only to have him duck under a back elbow. Blanchard stands his ground, waiting for Biff to come back at him. He leaps up, but so does Biff...and the two COLLIDE IN MID-AIR! VENTURA Oh, they butted heads. Atlas and Blanchard both had the same idea in mind. SCHIAVONE We're back where we were minutes ago. Biff and a Blond down. I never thought I'd see the day when the fans would cheer for NRG, but here they are, chanting his name. Flex, Simon and Mackie urging on their respective partners. VENTURA Blanchard looks to have taken the worse of it, Tony. They both cracked heads, but it was Biff Atlas who was coming in full speed ahead. Both men lucky that didn't bust them open. Ned mounts Biff from behind to prevent him from getting any closer to his corner, peppering the back of the neck with forearm smashes. He brings Atlas up to his knees, hammering the side of the face with illegal closed fists. Out of desperation Biff wraps his hands around Ned's neck and rises up, delivering a jawbreaker that buys him enough time to... ...MAKE THE TAG! Simon picks up the workload while Ned is down, sprinting all the way across the ring to meet Flex head-on, and gets blasted with a slingshot shoulderblock for his trouble. Ned makes his move as Flex returns to his feet, charging the man known to his mother as George Marcos Phillips with his hands locked together overhead, only to get caught with a powerslam! Flex Phillps cleaning house, hip tossing Singleton to the other side of the ring! Mackenzie climbs up on the apron and is picked up by Flex! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" VENTURA Hey! How dare Flex Phillps put his hands on a lady. SCHIAVONE Flex about to release some of that pent-up frustration. VENTURA Don't you give me that, Schiavone. Mackie didn't do anything wrong. That neanderthal has her 8 feet up in the air. Fortunately for Mackenzie, the Blonds come to her recuse, drilling Phillps with a pair of knees to the back. Mackie makes a safe landing and quickly exits. The Blonds unleash an offensive assault on Flex, beating him down to the mat before shooting him to the ropes. Flex ducks under a double clothesline, the Blonds momentum taking them to and back off the ropes, giving Biff enough time to come join Flex in mowing down the Blonds with stereo diving shoulderblocks! The force sends Ned rolling out to the floor, where Mackie helps him up while Flex works Simon over in the corner. Biff notices Ned and Mackie together outside and hits the ropes, but Mackie sees him coming and moves Ned out of the way, causing Biff to CRASH INTO THE DIRECTOR'S CHAIR!! Ned shakes off the cobwebs and slams the chair on Biff! Meanwhile inside the ring, Flex Phillps is on the verge of hitting the FLEX CAPACITATOR (spinning sideslam) when Simon counters with a HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Then Ned blindsides Flex, his head still spinning, with a THESZ PRESS! ONE... TWO... THREE! SCHIAVONE That's it. It's over! VENTURA Wow. That even stunned me. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS! The Blonds roll outside and celebrate with a jubilant Mackenzie DeCenzo near the fallen Biff Atlas. The humiliation doesn't end there. Simon hurls Biff's towel at him after wiping his face, armpits and ass with it, while Ned takes a drink of Powerade and does a number of jumping jacks to show he's re-energized. * INSTANT REPLAY * VENTURA Here's the replay. There you see it, the Beverly Hills Blonds dominating early, choking Biff Atlas with his own hula skirt. Ned Blanchard clipping the knee from behind after NRG gained control of the match. The Blonds showing no ring rust from their time away, flawlessly executing a number of their double-team maneuvers. Then right here -- WHAM -- Biff Atlas gets the feet up, nailing Simon coming off the top. NRG put a scare into the Blonds at the end. A house afire Flex Phillps inexplicably gets Mackenzie DeCenzo involved in the match. But it's Mackie who gets the last laugh, moving the Handsome Hustler out of the way, sending Biff flying into the director's chair. To their credit, NRG put up a fight but it wasn't enough as Simon counters the Flex Capacitator with a spinning headscissors takedown and then Blanchard with the Thesz Press for the 1-2-3. Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard pick up the win in their return, as we go to Tony Schiavone who is with Mackenzie DeCenzo and the Beverly Hills Blonds! The closing image of Mackie and the Beverly Hills Blonds celebrating outside disintegrates into a shot of them and Tony Schiavone on the INTERVIEW STAGE. SCHIAVONE Mackenzie DeCenzo, quite the coup landing Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. But the question is how? The last time we saw them was at AngleMania V, when they were defeated by the Heavenly Rockers and thus forced to leave the OAOAST under the Loser Leaves Town stipulation both teams had come to terms with. NED I'll handle this if you don't mind, Mackie. To answer your question, Fat Tony -- you don't mind if I call you Fat Tony, do you? SCHIAVONE Actually, I do. NED (CONT'D) Good. Maybe you can hook up with NRG after the show and get them to supply you with pills or something. You're looking a little tubby there, son. Anyway, to answer your question. The partnership between the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackie has been in the works for sometime. Simon and I first got to know her a bit after she became NRG's business consultant. She had something Jimmy didn't. SCHIAVONE You mean Jim Cornette? NED No, Jimmy Carter. Of course Jimmy Cornette, jackass. SIMON Bitch-slapped, Schiavone. NED As I said, we saw everything in her we didn't see in Jimmy. The vision. Not to mention a smokin' hot body. Mackie was like no other. Even though she hadn't been in the company long she already had preliminary reports on just about every wrestler in the OAOAST. The more we talked the more we knew we were a perfect match. With her brains and our talent we could go places. The only thing that prevented us from hooking up was our contract with J.C.E. Jimmy's pretty smart in his own inbred right, and had us under contract until 2010. Goddamn if that ain't a long time. So we formed a planned. At the time we begin holding talks we were on the road to AngleMania. After brainstorming Simon and I came up with the idea to add a stipulation to our AngleMania match, that the loser must leave town. Knowing Jimmy wouldn't go for it we sought the legal advice of Mackie's lawyers and were told a verbal agreement between the parties involved at AngleMania would hold up. Presto. Challenge was issued and accepted. That would give us the out we needed without having to pay Jimmy a dime for a buyout. Putting to ease to his worst fears was a bit of a problem, but we quickly put those to rest by constantly telling Corny how we've owned the Heavenly Rockers in the past and how this wouldn't be no exception. And Holly-Wood, don't worry about me disrupting your wedding plans, honey bunny. I've moved on to somebody younger who can't wait to be my lastest conquest. Besides, I don't want to give the Board any reason to cut me loose by going after you or your precious Heavenly Rockers. Now where was I? SIMON You were talking about how we owned the Heavenly Rockers. NED (laughs) Oh, right. Don't get us wrong, Fat Tony. We weren't looking to lose the gold. If lady luck was on our side and we had walked out AngleMania still the World tag team champions, we would've gotten rid of Jimmy the hard way. So anybody feeling a bit sorry for Jimmy, don't stress yourself over it because he saved himself one helluva ass-kickin'! SIMON Well, for one night at the most. Everyone knows what happened to him that week on HeldDOWN~! SCHIAVONE Jim Cornette was no angel, but how could you double-cross the man who discovered you and brought you into the OAOAST? SIMON Easy. We got tired of that old-timer leeching off our greatness. He was trying to relive the 1980s through us. Can't say that I blame him. I mean, if I were anybody else I'd kill to be a Blond for a day. But this is 2006 and the Beverly Hills Blonds are the hottest commodity in the business. Our win here is just the first step on our climb back to the top of the ladder and tag team title gold. SCHIAVONE Mackenzie. MACKENZIE I told you I can wheel and deal with the best of them. Nobody but Mackenzie DeCenzo had the talent to pull off the return of the only 3-time World tag team champions in OAOAST history. This marks a new day not just for professional wrestling but the world of entertainment. I'll do something for Simon and Ned that nobody has done for them in the past...make them international superstars, while bitter exes like Biff and Flex can only watch and say it must be great to be a Blond. The Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie are showered with boos as "Call Me" hits. Simon and Ned molest Tony Schiavone, rubbing his belly like a genie lamp. The trio of the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie DeCenzo climb down the interview stage steps and walk backstage arm and arm, arrogance oozing from their bodies. SCHIAVONE Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard are back and so are we after this quick time-out. Stay with us, though, still to come: the World tag team titles are on the line and the team of Hoff and Drek Stone will meet Black T inside a steel cage! But first this word on the next One & Only Anglesault Thread pay-per-view event. School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces SCHOOL'S OUT MAY 28th LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 SCHIAVONE We are ready for the return of one of the greatest and most successful men in OAOAST History to the ring Jesse! VENTURA Tony, Axel was fired as the General Manager of HeldDown two weeks ago in a move that I disagreed with, but the positive is that he’s back in the ring. SCHIAVONE Wait a minute… I’m getting word that there’s a commotion in the back! We’ll see if we can get a camera back there… I have no idea what’s going on! *WHOOSH* The camera takes us to the backstage area, where we see Ryan Smith lying motionless on the concrete floor! A medic rushes in! MEDIC We need some help over here! It looks like he’s concussed! More medics rush in, as Smith’s opponent strolls into picture, the former GM no exactly knowing what’s going on. AXEL What the hell happened here? MEDIC He got attacked sir, he won’t be able to wrestle! AXEL By who? MEDIC Some guy with a D on his chest, no idea. AXEL A ‘D’… oh, right. Oh well, guess that feud never died. MEDIC He’s unconscious, he won’t be able to wrestle tonight. Suddenly, former President Bill Watts runs into the picture! WATTS You S-O-B, what the hell did you do? AXEL Me? ME? What did I do? I didn’t do crap Watts, I wanted to beat this guy up in the ring! WATTS I’m damned if I believe a word that comes out of your stinking mouth. Go home. You got the win by forfeit, congratulations. You’ve got the rest of the night off. If I see you one more time after this, I’ll have your ass Aussie! AXEL Oh really? Well, guess I’d better go look after those two brunettes I met at the autograph session earlier. American girls dig the accent. WATTS Get the hell out of here! As Axel exits the picture, Watts looks on with fire in his eyes, and check on the condition of Ryan Smith. SCHIAVONE Looks like we’re going to have to wait another week to see Axel wrestle! * COMMERICAL * Celebrate the 5th anniversary of the OAOAST with the 2-disc Special Edition AngleMania V DVD. Include on this limited edition set, the entire 3-plus hour spectacular, match commentary, pre and post-AngleMania editions of HeldDOWN~!, plus much much more! Call right now and receive a OAOAST mouse pad. Yes, mouse pad. It's free if you call now. And free is always good. 1-800-555-4AM5 Call now! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 (edited) How you feeling? (Hot hot hot) How you feeling? (Hot hot hot) (Hot hot hot)(Hot hot hot) (Hot hot hot)(Hot hot hot)... Viewers are mesmerized by the flashy cutting edge graphics that open the segment. HOT NEWZ~! Cut to THE COACH in the OAOAST newsroom, really the Glass Ceiling Folder offices. If you look real closely you can see many of the OAOAST Mods sitting behind their computers in the background, working on next week's HeldDOWN~! or looking at Internet porn! On the left hand corner of the screen is a rotating "OAOAST Hot Newz~!" logo. COACH HOLLA~!. Turn up the tube because The Coach has got some Hot Newz for you. Hot Newz is presented by... MENTAL IMAGE: Yellow rectangular box with a scantily clad Alix Maria Spezia sitting on top of a OAOAST logo-shaped waffle, seductively dangingly a Leon Rodez waffle over her mouth. Boy, is marketing scrambling to replace that packaging with a newer version. Be thankful Alix and Leon never had a baby! COACH (CONT'D) ...Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties OAOAST Waffels. Ever want to wake up in the morning and eat Alix Maria Spezia? Now you can with OAOAST Waffels! Shaped like your favorite OAOAST Superstars, make OAOAST Waffles apart of your everyday breakfast! In Hot Newz, rhetoric between OAOAST Champion Alfdogg and the former champion Peter Knight have heated up since Living Angleously. It was there that Peter Knight was on the verge of joining the ranks of Anglesault, Caboose, Zack Malibu and Alfdogg as being the only men to hold the OAOAST Championship on more than one occasion. It's the opinion of many that if it weren't for an F-Stunner-5 through the French announce table that Peter Knight would stand before us today the two-time OAOAST Champion. To fully understand the rivalry between Alfdogg and Peter Knight you'd have to go back to AngleMania, where Alfdogg completed one of the most sucessfully comeback stories in sports by recapturing the World Heavyweight Championship. AngleMania V April 2nd, 2006 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment Available Now! Alf stands straight on the top rope as the fans ready their cameras. Alf takes those last breaths before leaping for the FIVE.... STAR..... ALF...... SPLASH!!! *BAM* "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" CABOOSE HE HIT IT!! COLE HE GOT IT!!!! The impact knocks the wind out of Alf slightly and he grabs his ribs, gasping for the precious oxygen he needs to roll over and flop on top of Knight, making sure he hooks the leg as Hebner crawls over to make the count. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *DING DING* COLE YES!!! IT'S OVER!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! Hebner hands the belt off to Alfdogg and raises his hand to the crowd. Alf cradles the belt in his arms like a newborn before thrusting it into the air to a blinding sea of flashbulbs. BUFFER LLLLLadies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest.....and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOORLLLLLLLLLLLD....AAAAAALFDOGGGGGGGGGG!!!! * Clips of PK and Brock inside Axel's office lobbying for a title match * COACH (narrating) The former champion would demand a rematch, as would the Heartland Champion, the "Current Big Thing" Brock Ausstin. To satisfy the demands of both men then-General Manager Axel signed a Triple Threat match for Living Angleously. Living Angleously April 30th, 2006 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment Alf picks up Brock, and tosses him into the ring, then hooks the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! However, he releases to deliver a SUPERKICK~! to Rick Heyross, who has jumped up on the apron! PK drills Alf with a clothesline, as Brock once again rolls to the outside. PK sets Alf up for the KNIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111, but Alf slips behind and hits a SUPERKICK~!, sending Knight to the floor, where Brock Ausstin scoops him up... CABOOSE Uh-oh, say goodbye to the French! ...and delivers an F-STUNNER-5 THROUGH THE FRENCH TABLE~!!! COLE All three tables gone, one for each man! As Alf goes to the apron, Brock grabs a chair and BLASTS him over the head with it! COLE And Alf's SKULL leaving an imprint in that chair! COACH And Alf's bleeding too, now! That makes all three in that department, as well! Brock rolls into the ring and watches as Alf crawls towards him, getting a smirk on his face. Brock holds his arms out to the crowd, drawing MASSIVE boos. He smacks Alf a couple times, then holds them out again...but Alf gathers one last burst of energy, grabs Brock's legs, and applies the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! to an ENORMOUS pop! COLE Sharpshooter once again, and no one in sight to save Brock Ausstin! Will the third time be the charm? CABOOSE Look at Alf cinch back, look at the look on his face! Brock crawls to the ropes, but Alf pulls him back out to the center! COLE And now they're right back in the middle of the ring! PK slowly starts to crawl back to the ring! COACH Hurry up, Peter! I don't think Brock can hold out much longer! PK reaches the apron, as Brock reaches for the same side, but Alf pulls him back once again! PK just now realizes what is going on, and struggles to pull himself back in, reaching out for Brock! Alf makes one last pull... ...and BROCK TAPS!!! The home crowd of Alf goes BALLISTIC~! *DING DING DING* COACH NO!!! COLE WE HAVE A WINNER! The camera pans directly to PK's bloody face, which has a shocked look on it. He then buries it in his hands on the mat, as Alf releases the hold and the referee raises his hand. BUFFER The winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! COACH That week on HeldDOWN~!, Knight spoke with Josh Matthews and delivered this cryptic message to the champion. HeldDOWN~! May 4th, 2006 KNIGHT ...the OAOAST has come up with some very unique kinds of matches in its history. Hell, just look at the Run For the Gold match... That's the kind of stuff that sets us apart from other federations and makes the OAOAST what it is. So I brainstormed during the week and an idea started to form in my head, something that I think would be right up Alfdogg's alley because he loves to fight and bleed and this match will have plenty of both... I'll understand if you think my idea is too dangerous and refuse, but -- knowing you Alf -- I think you won't be able to do anything but accept. COACH Then this past Thursday night, following an impressive victory Peter Knight made the revelation. HeldDOWN~! May 11th, 2006 KNIGHT Alfdogg, get out here. We need to talk. * FANCY EDITING * Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg, dressed casually since he is not in action... walks out onto the stage, OAOAST World Title belt gleaming on his shoulder. Knight rolls his neck around as he watches Alf approach him. Alf walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes, adjusting the belt as he stands upright. The two men stare each other down for a moment before Knight speaks again. KNIGHT How you doing Alf? Feeling good? Enjoying that title that you stole from me? Good. That's good to hear. Look, let's just cut to the chase here. (Points to Alf's belt) That title.....that's MY title. I know it....you know it....everyone that is looking at us right now knows it. At AngleMania, Stephen Joseph's crooked refereeing took that title from me and at Living Angleously, Brock Ausstin being a total p*beep*y prevented me from taking what should be mine. So....I want you one more time. One on one, just you, me and a referee so I can finally take care of this inequity and take my rightful place on top of the mountain. And I think I've come up with just the match to do it. I was going to pitch it to Axel last week, but since the Board has their heads up their collective asses (Crowd boos) and nobody is in charge around here, it looks like I can just throw down the gauntlet right here, right now. COLE Ooh, that's gonna result in a fine from the Board, I think. COACH He can afford it. Shut up, Cole. KNIGHT At School's Out, May 28th....I challenge you to a match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. But this won't be a normal title match. Alfdogg, I challenge you to a "Stairway to Hell" match! CABOOSE "Stairway to Hell"? What's this about? KNIGHT What is a Stairway to Hell match, you ask? It's simple; it is a combination of three of the most brutal, dangerous and violent matches in wrestling. Surrounding us, there will be a 15-foot high cell that will enclose not only the ring, but the entire ringside area as well. Once we are in the ring, the door will be padlocked shut, preventing any escape. In opposite corners of that cell will be a ladder. Why a ladder? Because in the roof of that cell there will be a hole and through that hole there will be a cable...and at the end of that cable will be that (jabbing a finger into the title belt), the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. I think you can figure out how you will get to that title. However, just because you can't win the title on a pinfall or submission, that doesn't mean that they won't count in this match. When one of us scores a pinfall and submission in THIS match, he will have a twenty second head start to begin his climb to the prize. The first man to climb the ladder and take that title into his posession will be the champion. There will be no disqualifications, no countouts...no rules. Nobody can interfere, so there will be no controversy. COLE What an announcement! KNIGHT Alf, I know you. I know you have made a career out of matches like these. Matches that allow you to beat and bloody your opponents until they can't go on any more. Matches that take you to the breaking point. So this match should be exactly what you want. At School's Out, you can walk into that cell and shut me up once and for all. You just better be ready for the absolute brawl of your life....because I sure as hell will be. Think it over. Knight drops the mic and walks out as the crowd eggs on Alf to accept. CABOOSE That is quite a challenge that Knight just laid on the champion. If I was him, I'd think about this for a bit before giving an answer. Alf watches Knight as he walks up the ramp. He takes the title off his shoulder and stares at it, the gears turning in his head as he contemplates wether to accept or not. He looks back once again at Knight, who by this time has reached the top of the ramp, and picks up the microphone. He puts the title back on his shoulder and takes one more look at it before putting the mic to his mouth. ALFDOGG Hey, Knight!! Knight stops before walking through the entrance doors and turns back to the ring. In the ring, Alf looks down for a bit before picking his head up again. ALF You're on! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Knight smiles and slowly nods his head at Alf before turning to exit. In the ring, Alf watches him leave, a look of determination on his face. We cut back to Coach in the newsroom. COACH As you just saw, signed for School's Out: Peter Knight and Alfdogg one more time for the OAOAST Championship in a Stairway to Hell match! Now here with some comments on that match, the World Champion himself, Alfdogg. "Oh, no. What have I done? PK's gonna kick my ass! Save me, Jebus. Saaaaave meeeeeee!" COACH (laughs) Just messin' around with the champ. He won't be messin' around Sunday night, May 28th. Stairway to Hell should be off the charts. With this piece of Hot Newz, The Coach signin' off. (Hot hot hot)(Hot hot hot) (Hot hot hot)(Hot hot hot)... HOT NEWZ~! SCHIAVONE Back in the arena with more action, and with two debuts to the OAO family, via the OAOVW farm league. The two debut from the HI-Gate promotion from Japan, as Dark Predator will face Ultra Shago... "God is God" by Laibach starts up, and out comes Dark Predator, wearing a huge hooded black robe and carrying a 7' tall walking stick with a skull spewing smoke on top of it. His ring gear consists of a green-and-black singlet with full legs, green boots with black laces and tassles, and a black mask with a fake green mo-hawk. PENZER The following contest here on OAOAST Syndicated is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the Hi-Gate Brave Cup Championship! Introducing the challenger...from Hell, standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 164 pounds...DARK PREDATOR! VENTURA You'll notice we didn't say "HI-YAH' as the promotion, as a couple of months ago, a load of the junior heavyweights in HI-YAH apparantly got fed up with their lack of high profile bouts in HI-YAH and left to form their own junior-heavyweight group, complete with lots of colorful costumes and high-flying antics... "Flashback" by Asian Kung-Fu Generation starts up, and out comes Ultra Shago. He's wearing a really over-sized open white robe, white tights with red trim, and a white mask with bushy red fur down the sides of it and a black line down the middle. PENZER And his opponent...he is from Ogimachi, Japan, stands at 5'2, and weighs in at 120 pounds, the current Hi-Gate Brave Cup Champion...ULTRA SHAGO! SCHIAVONE Rarely in a match will a man who's 5'9 and 164 pounds have a large size advantage...but that's the case here. VENTURA Definately expect lots of high-flying here, especially from Shago, whose finisher is...get this: a DOUBLE ROTATION Shooting Star Press! SCHIAVONE Predator also has quite the awesome finisher: a brainbuster where he turns direction while dropping the opponent and ends up with a completely vertical Ace Crusher Drop! ::BELL RINGS:: These two circle the middle of the ring, then lock up. Predator gets a headlock, but Shago quickly squeezes his head out and applies a wristlock. Predator rolls through and goes into a wristlock of his own. Shago escapes with a single-leg takedown, but Predator rolls over onto his stomach before Shago can grab anything but an ankle. Predator places his free shin across the back of his other knee, then presses down, bending Shago in while pushing himself up, and applies a headlock on his knees. Predator gets to his feet and gets shoved off to the ropes. He comes back and sends Shago down with a shoulderblock... SCHIAVONE Stuff like that will definately hinder Shago in the long-run. Predator just waits and allows Ultra Shago to get to his feet. They then go in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Shago ducks down and goes behind with a waistlock. He then converts to a full nelson. Shago is able to lift his leg up, tuck his hands under his thigh, stomps down and breaks the grip. Go-behind by Shago leads to a headlock. Predator squeezes his head out and reverses to a rear hammerlock. Shago escapes with a drop toe hold floated over into a front facelock on the mat, which Predator immediately twists to escape out of and go into a grounded rear hammerlock. But, Shago quickly rolls out and pulls Dark Predator up with a front facelock. VENTURA The speed of this chain wrestling is blinding! Predator escapes with a legsweep, then rolls Shago backwards onto his feet, following up with a cravate. Shago steps on the back of Predator's knee to cause him to kneel, making it easier to escape the hold. Shago pulls his head out and applies a side headlock. Predator reaches down and hooks Shago's near leg, yanking it back as far as possible to create a rear single-leg takedown that he floats over into a headlock on the mat. Shago hooks Predator around the waist and rolls him into a side cradle... ONE! Predator kicks out! Both come up immediately. Predator grabs Shago's hand and applies a single-handed knucklelock. Ultra Shago doesn't give Predator a chance to crank on it, as he kicks the hand away and applies another side headlock. He cranks it in for a second before Predator pulls him back to the ropes and shoves him off...but reels him right back in by pulling on the back of his tights and leaping forward to apply a side headlock of his own. He cranks on it, but Shago quickly is able to shove him off to the ropes. SCHIAVONE I have a feeling that we will be seeing a lot of rope running in this bout! Dark Predator comes off of the ropes to his side and leaps over Shago's drop-down. Shago gets up and leapfrogs over Predator coming back. Shago rolls back for a monkey flip but Predator does a jumping flip right over it. Both come to their feet and Ultra Shago charges at Predator. Bi paso (side-step) by Predator leads to Shago being sent running. Shago leaps to the second rope, then flies backwards, lands in a wheelbarrow, and brings Predator over with an armdrag! Applause is heard, as both are up and Shago rolls over Predator's bent back sideways to bring him over with another armdrag! Both come to their feet again quickly, as Shago charges at Predator. Dark Predator ducks under to go for a backdrop to the floor in the corner, but Ultra Shago is able to balance himself on the top turnbuckle for an Ultimo Dragon-like headstand! VENTURA And that is where his lack of size will come in handy! Predator seems confused, as Shago just stays in place and seems unaffected by his surroundings. Predator walks at Shago but stops in his tracks when Shago places a foot down for a kick. He backs up and Shago puts the foot back up. Finally, Predator runs forward...and Shago kips over him, dropkicking him in the back to send him chest-first in the corner! Shago rolls backwards up to his feet and grabs Predator from behind. He picks up Predator and hits an atomic drop. Predator's bent over in mid-ring, as Shago comes off of the ropes, leaps onto Dark Predator's back, and comes down with a double stomp onto the back of Predator's head! SCHIAVONE Ow! Predator goes down to all fours, as Shago stands onto his back. Shago goes for a tabletop shooting star press, but Predator moves over...and Shago lands on his feet! Predator turns around and walks into a 1.5 rotation spinning wheel kick! Predator rolls to the outside. Shago lets Predator catch his breath, then he leaps to the second rope inside of the ring, vaults over the top rope to his left with a moonsault to the outside, and catches Predator with an armdrag that sends him into the guardrail! VENTURA What do you call that? SCHIAVONE Awesome! The referee starts the count, as both men get up a little bit slower. ONE! TWO! Predator is backed into the corner of the guardrail. THREE! Shago charges at him, but Predator sidesteps and throws Shago into the guardrail head-first! FOUR! Predator takes a second to breathe. FIVE! Predator pulls Shago up and hits an elevated flatliner, throat-first across the top of the guardrail! SIX! SEVEN! Predator throws Shago back into the ring and slides back in himself. Predator lifts Ultra Shago up in an inverted atomic drop position, then drops down to his knees in a gutbuster. He pulls Ultra Shago up and sends him off with an Irish whip, then hits a leaping side elbow to Shago's face on the way back. Cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Predator pulls Ultra Shago up and whips him into a corner. Predator charges and Shago lifts his boot. But, Predator catches it. So, Shago takes his free leg and shoves down the trapped leg with it, bending Predator over. Shago escapes the grasp and leaps over with a sunset flip...but Predator bridges back instead of rolling, holding down Shago and pinning him... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both come up, and Predator connects with a knee to the gut. He follows up with a vertical suplex. He pulls Shago up and sends him off to the ropes...Shago comes back and gets hit with a big dropkick to the face. Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Predator pulls Shago up and shoves him into a corner. After a stiff palm strike to the face, he delivers three harsh thrust kicks to the chest. Dark Predator then runs and comes off of the ropes on the other side, charging at Shago with a running Yakuza side kick...but Shago rolls away! Predator kicks the top rope, causing him to roll backwards and back onto his feet! Shago runs at Predator and leaps into a wheelbarrow, then goes for a bulldog, but Predator drops him on his BUTT, then hits a Hennig Neck Snap! Predator rolls right up with that move, springboards to the second rope, and connects with a flying back elbow to the seated Ultra Shago! SCHIAVONE The seamlessness of that combo was incredible! VENTURA So, I guess we're gonna have a new champ, eh Skeeavoney? He goes for a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Predator quickly pulls Shago up and bends him over, then does a La Magistral arm wrap with the near arm, going right into an inverted abdominal stretch. He cranks down on the hold, bending Shago in ways that a human shouldn't be bent. The crowd starts to get behind Shago with clapping, as he struggles to pull his leg out of Dark Predator's grasps. He struggles....and gets his foot down on the ground! He then stands on both feet, lifts Predator onto his back sideways, and swings him around into an inverted bulldog faceslam! Shago slowly comes to his feet, as Predator comes up to all fours. Shago stands up on his back, goes for that tabletop shooting star press...and gets it! He turns Dark Predator over for the cover! ONE! TWO! T-KICKOUT! Shago takes a heavy sigh of disappointment, then gets to his feet. He leaps onto the second rope and tries a no-hand Lionsault...but Predator moves! Shago lands on his feet and connects with a standing Tiger Wall Flip kick! It dazes Predator, so Shago takes two leaping steps and ends up on the top rope. He leaps off for a double stomp to the head...but Predator leaps up and gets an incredible mid-air legsweep! Shago lands on his head! SCHIAVONE WOW! Predator leaps on him for the cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! SCHIAVONE Geez! Dark Predator pounds the mat in frustration, then pulls Ultra Shago up. He hooks him and brings Shago over with a Russian legsweep, keeping ahold of him while rolling himself and his opponent backwards so they come right back to their feet. Predator lifts Shago and drills him down with a front fireman's slam. Predator then does a handspring into the ropes and comes back right down on Shago's gut with a double stomp! He just stands there and flips off the crowd to be mean! VENTURA I used to do that back in my day... He keeps standing on Shago and demands that the referee count the fall... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Predator pulls Shago up immediately and goes for a suplex. But, Shago's able to flip out and lands like a cat on the second rope in the corner! He leaps backwards...rewind rana! Predator rolls through and walks into a leapfrog Code Red! But, Shago can't hold him down for the pin. Shago gets up and starts to climb the ropes. Predator slowly gets up, and right as Shago gets his balance, he runs into the top rope to crotch the champion. He climbs up to the second rope and goes for a superplex, but Shago grabs onto the top rope to block. Predator goes for it again, and Shago blocks again. Shago escapes the clutches and headbutts Predator HARD! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! Predator falls off the ropes but lands on his feet. Shago leaps to his feet on the top rope and hits an awesome missile dropkick! Both are down! SCHIAVONE The referee starts his count! ONE! TWO! THREE! Both are up on all fours... FOUR! FIVE! Shago's on a knee, as Predator pulls himself up with the ropes... SIX! SEVEN! Both are up! Predator charges at Shago, but Shago side-steps him. Predator comes off of the ropes and runs right into a dropsault. Shago leaps to the second rope and hits a no-hands Lionsault-style tumbleweed! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! He pulls Predator up and grabs a knucklelock. Shago runs up the ropes, but Dark Predator yanks him down. Predator leaps to the second rope in the corner. Ultra Shago walks to him and gets nailed with a leaping tornado DDT! Predator keeps ahold of the front facelock and tries to chain it into his finisher, the suplex into vertical-landing Ace Crusher! BUT, Shago connects with a knee to the face to escape. Both men stand in mid-ring, exhausted, then charge to the ropes on opposite sides. They run at each other...and Shago goes under the arm and attempts a cristo (crucifix into flying headscissors)! But, Dark Predator grabs his legs and slams him down to the mat chest-first! He pulls Shago up with a waistlock, then goes for a German suplex..but Shago flips out and lands on his feet! BUT, he stumbles backwards and falls into the ropes, where he accidentally gets tied up Andre The Giant-style! The referee attempts to untangle him, as Dark Predator gets his wits about him. Predator walks over, lifts Shago's legs up, and starts going buck-wild with stiff toe kicks to the bottom of the spine! VENTURA I like this guy! Vicious! The referee finally gets Shago untangled, but the damage has been done. Predator pulls Shago up and hooks him in a pump-handle, then throws Shago over his shoulder and drops him down chest-first on the mat with an inverted Ace Crusher drop. Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Predator slowly pulls Shago up to his feet, as you can see the frustration building. He lifts Shago for a powerbomb, but Shago slides out of the back end! Predator turns around, gets grabbed in a knucklelock, Ultra Shago walks up the ropes, and comes off of the top with a double stomp to the head! He falls into the ropes out of exhaustion, as Predator goes down to his knees from the blow! Ultra Shago pulls himself up with the ropes and charges at Predator, who's got a knee up...SHINING WIZARD...NO! Predator goes under the leg and lifts Shago for a powerbomb...Shago reverses into a SNAP HURRICANRANA! CRADLE! ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT! The crowd collectively let out a "Whoa...", as Shago seems pumped up from how close that was! He pumps his fists up, then pulls Predator to his feet. He repeatedly connects with stiff thrust kicks to Predator's stomach, with the fifth bending him over. He comes off of the ropes, runs at Predator, leaps for the Code Red...but gets caught in a Gory Special! Predator walks to center ring, then tosses him sideways and drops him with an Ace Crusher! He drags Ultra Shago near a corner, then climbs up top, facing the crowd. He launches... MOONSAULT DOUBLE STOMP! SCHIAVONE In all my years in this great sport...wow! COVER! ONE! TWO! ROPE BREAK! Predator's PISSED that Shago got his foot up on the rope! He goes back up top again, this time just a little bit slower than the last. He backflips and tries for the moonsault double stomp again...but Shago moves out of the way! Predator falls down, as the crowd starts to get behind Shago to get up. He pulls himself up with the ropes, as Predator charges at him...but Shago slings over the top rope onto the apron, and Predator goes into the turnbuckles hard! Shago slingshots himself over the top rope, hooks Predator with his ankles, and brings him down with a front headscissors roll! Both come up, and Ultra Shago charges at Predator...he hits the cristo (crucifix swung into flying headscissors)! Predator rolls and ends up crashing in the corner, ending up in a seated position! Shago walks up the ropes in the corner, leaps with both feet off of the both... OVER-ROTATED MOONSAULT INTO A DROPKICK TO PREDATOR'S CHEST! SCHIAVONE WHAT?!?! The crowd explodes, as he pulls Predator out of the corner by the foot....COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! VENTURA I can't believe it! Shago can't believe it either, as he just sits on his knees and screams to the heavens. He pulls Predator up and shoves him into the corner. Shago screams again...then lets loose with windmill chop after windmill chop! He waves his arms around, using the momentum to make each shot harder and louder! He then grabs both of Dark Predator's wrists and rolls him forward, laying him out in mid-ring. Shago climbs to the apron, springboards to the top rope, goes for a shooting star press...but Predator moves and he crashes to the mat! Predator crawls to his feet, clutching his chest still from the backflip dropkick in the corner. He pulls Shago up, lifts him in Dominator position, then hooks the head and DRILLS him into the mat with a sick J-Drilller-style reverse Northern Lights Bomb! COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! No one can believe it! Predator wastes no time in being shocked, pulling Shago up immediately and lifting him for a powerbomb...backbreaker powerbomb! Predator pulls Shago right off of his knee and drives him face-first into the mat with a Flatliner! He turns Ultra Shago over and goes up top. He launches off for a frog splash D-Lo Brown-style, but Shago moves! Predator lands on his feet, as Shago gets up. He charges at Predator, flips around Predator's extended arm, then ducks under it and goes for a backslide... ...but Predator rolls out and back onto his feet! He charges forward for a kick, but Shago rolls away! Shago leaps up to his feet and goes for a wheelbarrow. Predator catches Shago in a half-nelson and lifts for a suplex...but Shago brings him over with a waistscissors victory roll.... ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Both come to their feet, staggering. Shago leaps onto Predator's shoulders in an electric chair and hits a big reverse rana! Predator bounces up to his feet from the impact but is completely dazed...Asai DDT from Ultra Shago! The crowd cheers, as Shago slowly climbs up the ropes...one by one...he gets up top...DOUBLE SHOOTING STAR PRESS! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING* PENZER YOUR WINNER....and STIIIIIIIIL Hi-Gate Brave Cup Champion, ULTRRRRRRA SHAAAAGOOOOO! Shago rolls to the outside and is handed his belt by the referee. A majority of the crowd is standing and applauding... SCHIAVONE What a match! In all my years in this great sport, I don't think I've seen a man move around that ring like Ultra Shago, ESPECIALLY that finisher! VENTURA Don't forget about Dark Predator either, Schiavone! I really want to see more of these two when they come back to America! SCHIAVONE The World tag team titles will be on the line next. Triple C... VENTURA Triple C?! What are they doin' here? It's MY show. There won't be no Joan Collins/Heather Locklear "Special Guest Stars" here. SCHIAVONE Geez, don't get so angry, big guy. They're only here to call the action for our next match. VENTURA They're here to take our jobs. They feel threaten by me. SCHIAVONE (groans) Back with more, including the huge tag team main event in the CAGE! OAOAST Syndicated...you've gotta want it! COMING UP NEXT... WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH: CHRISTIAN WRIGHT & BOHEMOTH vs. THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS Edited May 14, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 (edited) BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! "YYEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *BbBBBbBWbwWBhwahHaLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The slightly cleaned up version of "Liberate" by Disturbed fires through the arena P.A and the challengers for the World Tag Team Titles, Christian Wright and Bohemoth, waste no time in striding through the curtains to a chorus of boos. Stopping in front of the curtain, Wright tears away his hood and starts off towards the ring, allowing Bohemoth only the briefest of Gun Shows before he has to follow on behind. BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers. At a total combined weight of five hundred and seventeen pounds. They are the team of "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER" BOOOO - HHEEEMMOOOOTTHH!! And, his partner... "THE MORAL HIGHGROUND" CHHRRIIIISSSTTIIAAANN WWWRRRRIIIIGGHHHTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Wright stomps up the steps and enters the ring, removing of his robe and immediately turning back to the entrance way. He's in no mood to wait around, impatiently calling the unpresent Champions on while Bohemoth now makes his way into the ring. COLE And no matter how deserving they are of it, this is a huge opportunity for Christian Wright and Bohemoth here in one of our feature matches on Syndicated. A shot at the World Tag Team Championships and let's keep in mind, against the wounded Champions who have been hunted down every since they won the titles at AngleMania V. They've had to deal with The South Central Militia, then they got cheap-shotted by The Sooner Bruisers and on Thursday night it was Vitamin X and Cuban Wall who sneak attacked the Champs. Meaning that tonight, Logan and Synth will be less than 100%. COACH And meaning that tonight, the run of bad luck ends for CDub and Big Bo. CABOOSE Hold on a second. Bad luck? Who are you trying to kid here Coach? COACH Christian Wright was the 2005 Rookie Of Th... CABOOSE So you keep telling us, but he hasn't done jack in months! And Bohemoth's proven about as useful as a condom machine in a convent all year. As Wright continues to stare down the aisle, Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" hits and causes the strobes around the entrance to go kakakookoo! BUFFER And, their opponents. Hailing from Sin City in Las Vegas, Nevada...they weigh in a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds. The Greatest Rock n' Wrestling Band Of All Time. The reigning and defending OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... LOGAN MANN and SYNTH ESIZER... THE HEEEEEAAAAAAAVEENLLLYYYYYY RRRRROOOOOOOCCKKEEEERRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Emerging slowly, neither Logan nor Synth look in too greater shape and Synth in particular has a noticeable limp in his stride, but they're determined not to show any weaknesses as they walk to the ring. Off come the Tag Titles and in slide The Heavenly Rockers, ascending the turnbuckles to play to their adoring public. However, their stay on the ropes is a short one, as Christian and Bohemoth charge in and attack from behind! Logan is sent toppling over the top to the floor by Bohemoth, while Wright drags Synth off the buckles and lays into him with a flurry of forearms! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE And right from the bell, before the bell even, Wright and Bohemoth attacking like a pack of hungry dogs that smell a weakened prey! They know The Heavenly Rockers are hurting and they're determined to capitalise on it! Referee Nick Patrick ejects Bohemoth to the apron, but Wright is still on the attack. Stomping Synth up against the ropes, Wright pounds away on the ribs until Patrick finally comes across and pulls him off. Angered, Wright shrugs Patrick away and warns him to keep his hands to himself, although in a typically flowery and poetic way, before hauling Synth up. A right hand hangs Synth over the top rope and allows Wright to go to the ribs with a measured punch, doubling Synth over. Wright slams a double axehandle over the back to put The Synthmeister down and then strides over to the corner and tags Bohemoth in. COLE An early tag. That's a little surprising, especially after recent weeks where Christian has seemed almost reluctant to tag Bohemoth in at all. COACH Nonsense. Quit reading into everything so much. Big Bo enters and towers over Synth, reaching down and dragging his 220lbs up by the sparkly tights with authorative ease. Shoving Synth back into a corner, Bo then charges a shoulder into the gut! A second! And a third, wedging Synth into a seated position on the second turnbuckle. Backing away, Bo takes a brief detour as Logan climbs to the apron, swatting him back down to the arena floor before charging in at Synth and CLUBBING him with a corner clothesline that leaves him sat up against the bottom turnbuckle breathlessly. Wright approves of this and applauds Bo as he turns to the crowd, flexing TEH GUNZ~! to widespread jeers. Realising his physique isn't winning him any friends, Bohemoth quits with the posing and instead hits the ropes. Brushing the corner, the bigman charges back with Synth still sprawled out in the corner...and KICKS HIS FACE INTO THE SECOND ROW WITH THE FACEWASH!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH HA! I'd like to see Synth try singing after that! COLE He's the drummer. COACH Oh. Well, whatever, drummers are a dime a dozen anyway. By the hair Bo drags the groggy Synth up, with Wright instructing his man to go after the back. And go after the back Bohemoth shall as he scoops Synth up and slams him effortlessly, before reaching out and tagging back in The Natural. Logan is once again dragging himself up on the apron but still looks shaken, watching on as Wright drops a big knee on Synth and makes the match's first cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Again Logan finds himself back on the floor as Wright barges into him with a knee, the fans nearby giving The Moral Highground a less than moral response. Wright meanwhile meets Synth coming back up, shaking off a punch to the gut and spiking the point of his elbow into the spine! Writhing in pain, Synth desperately reaches out for a tag. But A. He's nowhere near the corner and B. Logan is on the floor, so all he gets for his efforts is a firm kick in the back from CW. COLE We always talk about challengers being the hunters and the difference when they become Champions and how they'll cope becoming the hunted. And I just wonder if being the hunted is having a toll on The Heavenly Rockers already. The moment they won the belts, it seemed like everybody suddenly zeroed in on them. CABOOSE It's a new challenge, Mikey. When you get new Champs then that tends to happen, people want to test the waters, see what the Champs are made of. Logan and Synth aren't dumb though, they knew the challenge being Tag Champions would bring. Looking understandably confident, a smile washes over Wright's face as Synth struggles to pull himself up on the ropes with his teeth gritted. Wright allows Synth up before coming in with a boot, winding Synth again and loading him up for an irish whip. As he approaches the ropes however, Synth finds a burst of energy and he charges underneath CW's outstretched arms, building up some speed...which is buffered by a trailing knee from the wandering Bohemoth! Nick Patrick catches the cheapshot and reprimands Bo for it. Which is no consolation for Synth, as he stumbles forward and finds himself swiped down with an STO by Christian Wright! COLE Bohemoth's lucky he wasn't disqualified for that, that was blatant! As Bo retreats to his corner, Wright calls Patrick over and makes the cover... 1... 2... SAVE BY LOGAN, who's had ENOUGH and lets Referee Patrick know about it as he's motioned back to his corner! "LO - GAN!" "LO - GAN!" "LO - GAN!" "LO - GAN!" Logan is fired up even more by the crowd but he knows he'd do more good on the apron than in the ring right now, so positions himself back in the corner. Meanwhile, another tag has been made and a doubleteam is in progress as a count is laid on, Synth being shot into the ropes and pressed up by Wright, to land gut-first across the knee of Bohemoth! COLE This is sound tag team strategy by Wright and Bohemoth. All the basics of cutting the tag off, keeping one man in the ring, working over a bodypart. No signs of weakened confidence. COACH And why should there be? COLE I think that's been documented already, Coach. COACH 2005 Rookie of the Year, bitches. The non-2005 Rookie Of The Year has taken over for his team and stalks over The Synthmeister, dropping his two hundred, eighty four pounds down across the chest in the form of an elbow. Another big elbow follows before Bo backs into the ropes, measuring Synth for a big third...THAT MISSES! Synth rolls out of the way and Bohemoth ends up jarring his arm into the canvas! Luckily for the challengers though, as he gets up and favours his arm, Bo stumbles close enough for Christian Wright to tag himself in and scramble across with a soccer kick to the spine of Synth to prevent him tagging out. Once he's sure Synth is down, Wright then glances back and glares at Bohemoth, as if to say "No more slipups, or else." Logan just has to watch on as Synth tries again to crawl to the corner, but again finds a soccer kick in his ribs. Tiring of this, Wright then reaches down and brings Synth up by the hair. A quick duck behind and CW takes Synth over, folding him up with a Saito Suplex and making the pin... WRIGHT COUNT IT! 1... 2... Kickout! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Wright looks a little tetchy. That mistake by Bohemoth's got him rattled, because he knows the longer the match goes, the more chance there is that they'll balls everything up. Storming back up, Wright indeed looks tetchy as he drags Synth to the corner and slams his face into the turnbuckles. With the drummer extrodinaire slumped frontways in the buckles, Wright then grabs hold of the ropes and drives his knee hard into the lower back! Again! Again! Again and again and again, until finally Logan runs down the apron and runs Wright off, coming too late for Synth who drops to his knees clutching his back again. COLE And the toughest part for Logan is, he has to sit back and watch, knowing too well the condition that his partner came into the match in. COACH Better than being in there himself. Why take an ass kicking when someone can take it for you? CABOOSE No wonder you have no friends. As Logan is restrained, CW cautiously collects Synth from the neutral corner, dragging him back over to a more familiar part of the ring. Into the corner goes Synth and a tag is made, with Wright holding Synth in the corner to prevent him from escaping. In steps Bo and he quickly averts Nick Patrick's attention, getting the referee to keep Logan at bay while Wright keeps Synth pinned in the corner...until Bohemoth charges the shoulder, DRIVING Synth up against the buckles again! "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" Wright takes his protests up with the fans on the apron, leaving Bohemoth to hand out the punishment. The bigman obliges, pulling Synth out from the corner and tossing him lifelessly to the mat, then placing a boot on the chest with a ridiculous cover... 1... 2.. Shoulder up. WRIGHT ENOUGH POSTURING! FINISH HIM! Most wouldn't take that kind of tone. Bohemoth is used to these orders though and he thinks nothing of it, whipping Synth off into the ropes and sending him high overhead with a Flapjack. Unfortunately though, The Synth-a-nator finds a way to prevent landing like a chewy cake come biscuit, by dropkicking Bohemoth in the chest on his way down! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH..." Bo goes stumbling back into the ropes and for a moment it looks like Synth can make the tag, until Christian Wright scrambles in and drives his knee into the back, felling Synth once more! "...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" All Logan can do is protest and that doesn't really help, just earning him another discussion with referee Nick Patrick. CABOOSE BAH! COLE I can understand the referee being lenient in such an important, championship match. But that's twice the challengers have blatantly flew in the face of the rules and twice that there's been no disqualification! COACH Chill Mikey, the ref knows what he's doing. Just call the match. The crowd try to rally behind The Synthmeister again, but their cheering is muted somewhat by the sight of Synth being hoisted up and driven into the canvas with a Full Nelson Slam by Bohemoth. Popping right back to his feet, Bohemoth then answers his partners demands and tags him back into the match, only for Wright to head straight towards the top rope! Bo makes sure not to disturb his partner as he leaves, Wright reaching the top and staring across the ring at Logan Mann. A rather pissed Logan points a finger in The Moral Highground's direction, who's response is to make the "belt motion" around his waist before coming off the top... ...and HITTING the Frog Splash! COACH The Holy Grail! Praise be to our new Champions! 1... 2... SAVE BY LOGAN! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Before a brawl can escelate between Wright and Mann, referee Nick Patrick quickly intervenes and gets the trash-talking Logan to go back to his corner. Wright sees him off, still fuming at the interruption. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" Rattled by the chants, Wright stomps back over and looks to take his frustrations out on Synth...but doesn't expect to be caught as he ducks his head and cradled into a Small Package... 1... 2... NOOO!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh my was that close! Both Synth and Wright scramble back up out of the broken pin and of course it's Wright who's the fresher, allowing him to meet Synth on the way up with a knee to the gut. That doubles over The Heavenly Rocker and buys CW a few seconds to regain his bearings and more importantly his composure, before he reaches down and lifts Synth from the side, dropping him across the knee with a Pendulum Backbreaker. Synth ends up falling back and gets folded up on his neck for good measure, while Wright crawls away and tags in Bohemoth, yelling at his partner to "DISPOSE OF THIS INCANDESCENT!" And despite knowing what one of those is, Bo plans on doing just that as he waits on Synth to get back up. Trying to rally back, The Synthmeister crawls to his knees and begins to shuffle slowly towards Logan. Before he can get close though, a hand around the throat hauls him to his feet. Sliding behind his much smaller opponent, The Meterosexual Monster captures on of Synth's arms and hauls him up with the tights, FOLDING Synth across his knee with a Half Nelson Backbreaker that Logan can't bare to see the aftermath of. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Devestating move! He could have broken Synth's back with that! Shrugging Synth off his knee nonchalantly, Bohemoth drops over with a pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE But Synth isn't gonna give in without a fight! "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" With Wright's accusing eyes locked on him Bohemoth wastes no time in dragging Synth back up again, stooping low and driving him back into a corner with the shoulder. Again with the shoulder barges, Bo crushes Synth against the buckles, two three, four times before pulling him out and scooping him over the shoulder. COLE The strength is amazing! Even The Sooner Bruisers, two big men in their own right, weren't able to lift and throw Synth around with this amount of casual ease like Bohemoth is. COACH There's nobody like Big Bo baby! Unable to watch Logan's head is buried in his turnbuckle. Turning out of the corner slowly, Bohemoth now charges out towards the centre and attempts to bring Synth crashing down to earth yet again. But this time, Synth has other ideas as he frantically starts to throw elbows back, catching The Meterosexual Monster in the gullet repeatedly and forcing the bigman to grind to a halt, saving himself from another high impact move! The crowd cheer Synth's guts, happy not to see any of them flying out of his mouth from the impact of Bo's planned move, while The Synthmeister manages to slip and slide out the back! COLE SYNTH'S FREE! Can he make the tag!?! Momentarily lost, the sight of Logan Mann's out-stretched hand finally comes to Synth and he rushes towards his corner... ...only to be held at bay by Bohemoth, who has caught hold of an arm... ...able to hold Synth back for long enough to allow Christian Wright in, The Natural charging across and barging Logan off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH And it's CDub to the rescue again! Logan ends up slamming into the steel ring steps on his descent just to compound his misery, no longer around to tag Synth who has now given up on the tag and now attempts to take the fight to Bohemoth! Bo still grips onto the right arm, but Synth uses the left to land punch after punch, rocking the bigman back ever so slightly and eventually forcing him to drop his grip. The trained bodyguard is able to shake those punches off quite quickly. Only trouble is, Synth is still swinging. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A knifedge chop now lashes across Bo's sculpted chest. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And a second! Synth is forced to stop for a moment to favour his back, before swinging with a third... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...that finds the mark! Just as Synth is beginning to rally though, Christian Wright has seen enough and he sneaks into the ring, charging at Synth. Luckily though, peripheral vision allows Synth to see Wright coming... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and rock HIM with a knifedge chop too! Down goes Wright and he wisely rolls himself back out of the ring, getting away from the rallying Synth who turns around...and gets his head TAKEN OFF with a Bohemoth MURDERLINE~! The fans deflate, but not as much as Synth who lies motionless while Bo wipes down his stinging chest before laying over top with a lateral press... 1... 2... 3.. -NO! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH DAMNIT! COLE The odds are against The Synthmeister, but he refuses to surrender the Tag Team Titles! Having come to his feet, Wright is furious and this latest kickout and slides back into the ring. Referee Nick Patrick tries to keep him at bay but Wright simply brushes past and brushes Bohemoth out of the way, pulling Synth to his feet as he prepares to 'show Bohemoth how it's done'. Unfortunately, that ends up failing miserably as when Synth is rebounded off the ropes he finds a burst of energy and springs forward with a dropkick, knocking CW backwards. Bohemoth manages to catch Wright in his arms but instinctively pushes him away, straight into a BAAAAACKbody Drop by the standing Synth! Realising his mistake, Bo clenches a fist and looks to take Synth's head off as he turns around. But, before you can say 'That's gonna fail miserably too though, isn't it?', Bo's clothesline misses, Synth tumbling underneath... ...meaning Bo wipes out his own partner with the MURDERLINE~!... ...WHILE SYNTH DIVES AND MAKES THE TAG!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE LOGAN IS UP AND LOGAN IS IN! Scrambling straight to the top, into the ring soars Logan Mann with a double axehandle that knocks Bohemoth off of his feet! Wright remains down, so Logan waits and instead catches Bohemoth coming up with a running double axehandle! And another! Neither of those put Bohemoth back down...but a third, flying, does! COLE And Logan is the fresh man in the match, allowing him to clean the proverbial house! Bo is reeling and ends up falling back against the ropes, working out perfectly for Logan who sprints in with a clothesline that manages to topple the 284 pounder up and over the top, to the floor! Now Wright has recovered, but Logan spots him coming. A punch to the gut. And another. Now a right hand to the head and Wright falls back into the corner, followed in by Mann who climbs to the middle rope and gets the crowd FIRED UP~! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...Logan stops at nine, fluffs his hair and... "TEN!" "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Dropping back down, Logan checks for any sign of Bohemoth. None comes though, so Mann gives the twirling finger of DEATH~! and brings the crowd to their feet! COLE Logan's calling for Percussion! Wright is in trouble and there's no-one to help him out this time! Dazed, the wobbling Wright stumbles from the corner slowly and Logan is waiting. A boot sets Wright up for the front facelock, followed closely by the DD...NO! Wright counters with a backdrop! "AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Falling to his knees in relief, Wright shakes away the cobwebs while the deflated crowd re-find their seats. COACH HA! It's like I keep telling you Mikey, CDub ain't just book smart, he's street smart too! He knew that DDT was coming and he had a counter ready and waiting! COLE Credit where it's due, Wright did have the Percussion scouted on that occasion. First to his feet is Wright but Logan isn't far behind. And it's Logan who strikes first, able to block a right hand from The Moral Highground and blast him in the jaw with a right of his own! Wright staggers back across the ring and that gives Logan free-time to adjust his solitary left glove. With the glove on tight Mann waits for Wright to turn back around and get within striking range. As he turns around, Wright runs at Logan though. Only a momentary problem, as Logan lifts a back elbow for CW to run into, then does quick hop to the side and fires out with the patented left jab...BUT WRIGHT BLOCKS, throwing up his hands to deflect the punch before catching Logan from behind and dropping him with an Inverted DDT! Reaching up, Wright catches one of Logan's flailing legs on impact and pulls back, cradling Logan up in a quick pin... 1... COACH NEW CHAMPS! 2... COACH NEW CHAMPS! KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE NO NEW CHAMPS! COACH Ah, shut up. Wright takes up the count with referee Patrick briefly, while Bohemoth has now slid back into the ring and helps Logan to his feet before lifting him up for the Front SpinebustAAAAAHHH~! However, his lift is a little too eager, allowing Logan to float over top with a countAAAAAHHH~!, into a Sunset Flip... 1... 2... Wright boots Logan in the back to stop the pin. COLE It's a good job Christian Wright was alert there, because his partner got caught there! Landing another boot, Wright now takes up a protest with Bohemoth...a protest which is interrupted by Synth Esizer, dropkicking Bohemoth in the back and sending him sprawling forward into Wright! The challengers clock heads, CW going down while Bo stumbles backwards and into another dropkick, sending him through the ropes and to the apron. The ropes prevent Big Bo from going any further and he pulls himself back up, blocking a shot from Synth and hiptossing him OVER THE ROPES and to the floor, Synth landing on his feet but sent sprawling by the momentum into the guardrail! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *SMACK!* But Bohemoth soon follows him to the floor, as Logan lands his patented left jab and sends the bigman sprawling down the apron and flat on his face on the outside! COLE What a shot! I think Logan just knocked Bohemoth clean out! COACH That glove has to be loaded...it HAS to be! Bo's a trained bodyguard, he doesn't get knocked out with one punch damnit, that glove's more loaded than Bill Gates' wallet! Turning back to the action in the ring, Logan now comes at Wright with a clothesline. The Natural ducks it but Logan puts on the brakes abruptly, catching CW with an Inverted Atomic Drop on his way around! With CW doubled over, Logan then follows up with a Swinging Neckbreaker, which he manages to float through with to speed up his subsequent cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Clambering up, Wright favours his... 'area'... while Logan cocks the fist again and fires off another left jab...but Wright ducks, going low with a desperation Spear in the process!! COACH YEAH! COLE I tell you what, Christian Wright has definately done his homework. Not just Percussion either, he's seen that left jab coming twice and twice he's been able to avoid and counter it. Both men are slow to their feet this time which prompts referee Patrick to lay a standing 10 on the duo. He reaches only five before Wright finds his feet however, bringing Logan up with him by the hair. A right hand puts Logan down to a knee, followed up with two more to keep him there. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE! The fans, predictably, don't answer Wright's requests. So he looks to shut them up by actions rather than words, hauling Logan to his feet and sending him off into the ropes with an irish whip. Back shoots Logan and Wright looks to take him Sky High with The Wright Off, catching him under the armpits and hoisting Mann up... ...but Logan shows amazing agility by BACKFLIPPING in mid-move and landing on his feet in front of a rather bemused Christian Wright! Panicking, Wright charges forward with a clothesline. But Logan is able to change direction and go forward rather than stumbling back, ducking underneath the outstretched arm and laying in wait for CW to turn... *SMACK!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The left jab!! Wright is caught on the BUTT of the jaw, but before he can go down Logan frantically snatches forward, grabbing CW and DRILLING him with Percussion!! The Moral Highground's head bounces off the canvas and Logan turns him immediately over, hooking a leg and nodding along with the arena's count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd erupt, drowning out "Heart-Shaped Box" as it hits to signal a victory for The Heavenly Rockers. Rolling off of the pin, Logan pushes to his feet and pumps a fist to his chest before extending it towards the crowd, thanking them for their help before even thinking about the Tag Team Titles that are handed to him by Nick Patrick. BUFFER Your winners of the match and STIIILLL the OAOAST WORLD Tag Team Champions... THE HHEEAAAVVEENNLLLYYYY RRRRRROOOOOCCKKEEEERRRRRSSSSS!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Logan rolls from the ring and collects Synth, placing a Tag Title over his shoulder as he acts as a human crutch to help him partner. Just coming to his senses, Bohemoth is leant up against a ringpost and dejectedly slams his head back against it as The Heavenly Rockers limp their way up the aisle, slapping hands and being slapped by hands on their way. COLE A gutsy victory and an impressive one at that for The Heavenly Rockers, still OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. But you can tell, they didn't come out of this match unscathed. They remain the Champs, but they remain the hunted too. CABOOSE That's right. They'll have tougher test than this in their future, that's for sure. COACH Woah, hold up! They got lucky tonight, my boys had Synth beaten and if it weren't for one luc...well, two lucky punches, then they'd be former Champions right now! COLE Two lucky punches? Is that even possible? Grabbing a pitcher of water from the timekeeper's table, Bohemoth slides back into the ring. His partner is still down and seemingly still KOed, Nick Patrick trying to bring him back to his sense. Bo shoves Patrick away though and simply tips the pitcher of ice cold water over Christian's face, which wakes him up...and then some. Sitting up and shaking himself back to life, Wright climbs to his feet. And to say he doesn't appreciate Bohemoth's gesture would be an understatement, wiping the freezing water from his eyes and GLARING at his partner! Wet, cold and beaten, Wright runs a hand over his head as Bohemoth throws the empty pitcher away. WRIGHT WHERE WERE YOU? BOHEMOTH He hi... WRIGHT WHERE WERE YOU, WHENCE I REQUIRED YOU! YOU ABANDONED ME! COLE What the hell is Wright talking about? He was the one that got pinned! Bohemoth tries to reason with CW, trying to calm him down at the same time. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" That doesn't help. WRIGHT TIME AFTER TIME, WEEK AFTER WEEK! YOU CONSPIRE TO RUIN MY BEST LAID PLANS WITH YOUR INCEASANT INCOMPETENCE! THIS WAS TO BE OUR NIGHT! OUR CHAMPIONSHIP GLORY! AND YET, ONCE MORE, YOU'VE QUASHED MY DREAMS! YOU'VE RUINED IT! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? ARE YOU SATISFIED *SLAP~!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, MY! COACH Aw no Chris, what are you doin' man!?! Bohemoth reels back a step and clutches his cheek, as shocked as everyone else who's watching. Despite the slap, Wright is still raging on. Only now, he can't be heard, over the encouragement of the crowd for The Meterosexual Monster to do something about it. Running his tongue across the inside of his cheek, there's little change in Bohemoth's usual expression. Calm. Calculated. *WHAM!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH NOOOOOOO!! COLE FRONT SPINEBUSTER! BOHEMOTH HAS HAD ENOUGH AND HE JUST DRILLED HIS MENTOR WITH THE FRONT SPINEBUSTER! GOOD FOR YOU BO, GOOD FOR YOU! A number of the fans are standing with their thumbs pointing south, hoping for Bohemoth to put another exclamation point on the parting of ways. But Bohemoth doesn't see them, staring down at Wright. Staring down at the man who plucked him from obscurity, trained him up...and now, disrespected...and then turns away, finally stepping out of his former partner's shadow and into the light. COLE I think we've just seen how much Bohemoth take as much as he possibly could take and finally, he's done something about Christian Wright and his disrespect! And it's about damn time too! "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" Bo leaves the ring in a very different manner than he arrived, patted on the back by the fans. Walking down the aisle, Bo doesn't turn back until he reaches the curtain, Wright still out in the middle of the ring, not seeing Bo flexing TEH GUNZ~! for his newfound fans. UP NEXT: THE LOVE SHACK Edited May 14, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 SCHAVONE (chuckles) Well, Jesse, you know what's coming up next. VENTURA Do we have to go there now? Couldn't we save it for HeldDOWN~! or something? SCHIAVONE No. It's exclusively for Syndicated. VENTURA Aw, man. Fine. Let's go to it. But don't expect me to shake Leon's hand or anything. I still got beef with him over what he said about me months ago. SCHIAVONE Months ago?! Isn't that a long time to hold a grudge? VENTURA Months isn't a long time, Schiavone. He ain't no Jesse Ventura, I tell you that. SCHIAVONE He also didn't do "Batman & Robin." VENTURA Hey, I didn't do that movie for its artistic value, I did it for my pal Arnold. SCHIAVONE And we're doing this for the fans. The Love Shack starts...right now. OAOAST Productions, Proudly Presents... #~~THE LOVE SHACK~~# "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" We swoop back from the announce position to the ring and the brand new, obscenely expensive set for the OAOAST's premiere and only semi-regular talk show, The Love Shack! In the far corner of the ring stands the "Grand Rapids" signpost, possibly pointing the right way, possibly not. The ring has been covered with a velour, purple carpet and the purple lights have been dimmed, for a little extra ambience. Not so that you can't see the luxurious king-sized, heart-shaped bed in the middle of the ring though. Sat on the edge of the bed, the OAOAST's 24/7 Champion Leon Rodez has a microphone in hand, but can't use it just yet due to the cheering of the crowd. RODEZ Thank you, thank you. Hold your applause, I may need it later. Now then, I am of course "Silky Smooth" Leon Rodez. California rest in peace, simultaneous release. No, I don't know what that means either, but you have to admit it's a pretty bitching song. And tonight, as you can probably tell, the Love Shack has returned to scenic Grand Rapids, Michiga... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" RODEZ ...I knew we shouldn't have done this with a live crowd. Ah well, whatever. We're here in ... "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" RODEZ And we're here with a brand new set. Fresh off of Shawn Michaels' yard sale. Unfortunately he must have given the Heartbreak Hotel sign to Nash so you'll just to have to use your imagination for that part. We've got the bed. We've got the carpet. We've got a street sign. That's...that's pretty much it. Interior design was never my strong point. But tonight isn't about decor. It's about the OAOAST wanting me to be on Syndicated so people will watch this crazy show on a Saturday night! And hey, I got off pretty lightly. Instead of being stuck in a cage with Steriod Abusers Anonymous, I get to come out here and interview people AND I get paid for it. So, as long as no long forgotten OAOAST characters run out here with a referee and try to kick my ass and take my 24/7 Title, it's gonna be an easy night for little ol' me. And with that said, let's bring out my fellow Champions Row members. Sure, they're Japanese belts, but you have to take what you get nowadays I suppose. Ladies and gentlemen, scream yourself hoarse and go into a state of delirium until you pass out and have to be revived before you swallow your tongues for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... D*LLLLUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXX! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" The crowd do just as they're told as A1's "First To Believe" is cued up and the teen dream's teem gleam and beam, working up a steam as they strike triumphant poses. The strobes behind them go loco as Jade Rodez follows out, standing between her team and pointing out their HI-YAH belts to everyone (incase you forget they won them maybe) before pointing on to the ring. In the ring, Leon lip-synches with the music as Shayne and Tyler leap to the apron, helping Jade up and holding the ropes open for their manageress. Jade glides in and gives her brother a warm, sibling hug while D*LUX leap into the ring and pose on the turnbuckles, to an hysterical cheer! CABOOSE Damnit Mikey, quit screaming down the mic wouldya? COLE Sorry. The music cuts and D*LUX have earnt a round of applause from the crowd and their interviewer, without even doing anything. LEON Bravo, bravo. So who does the talking here? Leon offers up his spare microphone and his sister gratefully accepts, while D*LUX play up to their screaming throng of supporters. LEON Okay then. I'm interviewing my own sister. It's so self-referrential it just might work! Now, Jade...I can call you Jade, right? JADE Sure. LEON Because I could always call you 'Cookie' like Mom does, if you want. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!" Mortified, Jade's face begins to flush a little, to the amusement of Shayne and Tyler. JADE I think Jade'll be fine. LEON Okay Jade. So, Cookie...you've turned yourself from a moderately capable women's wrestler into a surprisingly capable female manager in a matter of months and here you are with an unbeaten tag team, plucked off of the streets or out of the salon or wherever the heck you found these two. You've got the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles and these kids are moving up those imaginary rankings pretty fast. How do you do it? JADE It's easy really. I just stand on the outside, pull some cute faces, get some clapping going. These guys do all the hard work though. LEON No kidding. JADE I saw Tyler and Shayne while they were training me up to wrestle and, you know, they really stood out from the pack. You could see they had potential. Quick. Agile. Good teamwork. And they could sing. So when the wrestling thing went down the pan, I promised to get them a contract cause I was getting my manager's license and like I needed someone to manage because you can't really be a manager without someone to manage ya know. And they could sing. LEON Cute story 'sis. Now, let's talk about Thursday night, huh? Nine seconds? That's pretty impressive. JADE It was only NRG. Leon shrugs in agreement. LEON True. Still though, nine seconds...that's almost TEN whole seconds! JADE We were a little lucky. LEON Oh, come off it with the false modesty. I know you're team sweetness and light and all but a little controversy wouldn't go amiss here. We've got to keep these Syndicated T.V guys tuned in, you know. I think King Of Queens is on one of the other channels. That's tough competition 'sis. JADE All I know is, Tyler and Shayne are growing in confidence but we're not going to go nuts just yet. We've done well so far, but all three of us know that if we're going to pursue the OAOAST Tag Team Titles then the biggest challenges are yet to come. There's some good, experienced teams we haven't face yet and they certainly won't be getting beaten in nine seconds you know, so... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." COLE Wait a minute, what the hell? Stopping in mid sentence, Jade turns to figure out why the crowd have suddenly started booing and the answer is pretty apparant. Striding up the ring steps, Mackenzie DeCenzo angrily enters the ring and demands a microphone. Mackie hasn't come alone as bringing up the rear are The Beverly Hills Blonds, prompting D*LUX and Leon to quickly step in front of Jade defensively. LEON Hold on just a minu... MACKENZIE No, YOU back off! Enough of this circle jerk comedy fest! I'm sure you all think that what happened on Thursday was real funny and you all want to have your little laugh at someone else's expense. But Mackenzie DeCenzo will be nobody's laughing stock. Especially not yours, you fat-ass little tramp! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Jade takes offence to that comment and rightfully so, but her attempts to get at Mackenzie are halted by Tyler and Shayne. MACKENZIE I've worked hard to get where I am, you hear? I didn't luck out and stumble across a semi-competent team like you did! I had to work to even get NRG on T.V. Without me, they'd be nothing. And now, I'm back and I'm going to become the most successful manager this company has ever seen! Finally, I've got a competent team to lead. The Beverly Hills Blonds. Former World Tag Team Champions...two guys who beat your precious brother and his prep buddy for those belts back in January! I earned my spot managing these two men through suffering. You just show up out of nowhere and get a job because your brother pulled a few strings and because you pulled a few tricks... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh, SNAP! COLE We could be about to see some fur fly here! LEON Look, I don't know what makes you think you can come out here and interrupt my show and talk like that to my sister honey, but... Before Leon can get to any point he may or may not have been preparing to make, Ned Blanchard snatches the microphone away from his hand. BLANCHARD Listen buddy, either you stand here and hold this microphone while I talk like you're being paid to, or we can remind everyone in this arena just why you're the 24/7 Champion and not a World Tag Team Champion. This isn't FOX News, buddy. You can't just pass off your opinions as facts just because you've got a good public speaking voice. So these kids won those Japanese tag titles. Big whoop. Nobody's given a flying crap about them for months on end. And here you are, proclaiming them as the next big thing in tag wrestling and hyping up your little sister as some sort of tactical genius? Just because they beat two Scrubs rejects? If me and Simon wanted to do that we'd have jumped on the first plane over and sent them into rehab ourselves, but we were busy defending our own titles. Nobody cares about D*LUX. They've done nothing, they've beaten nobody. You should be out here interviewing us. People with histories, with stories worth telling. Instead, you're out here talking to these two wet behind the ears *NSync wannabees who's balls are liable to drop in the middle of any promo. My balls dropped years ago. Why not interview me? COLE Ned Blanchard, understated as ever. Focus wavering from Leon, Ned's eyes fix on Jade and of course, that causes him to lick his lips. No longer afraid of this unwanted attention, the spunky Ms. Rodez steps in front of D*LUX and squares up to Ned. BLANCHARD Speaking of balls dropping. COLE Good God. BLANCHARD Well well, it's been a while, huh? I hope you'd didn't miss me too much. JADE You've been somewhere? BLANCHARD Cute. Very cute. I just wanna know one thing, 'Cookie'...how many licks does it take to get to your soft centre, exactly? "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGAAWWDD!" COLE :vomit: *SLAAAAAAP~!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Neddy's vulgar tone earns him a stinging slap across his well-licked chops, sending him reeling backwards in shock. Clutching his cheek, Ned turns back around ready to show Jade she just made a big mistake, only for Leon to stand in the way and defend his little sister. Unfortunately, he doesn't defend her from Mackenzie, who suddenly spears Jade to the ground and tries to tear her hair from her head in a fit of rage!! COACH CAT FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT~! The crowd go wild for the two young ladies going at it as meanwhile, D*LUX are pounced on from behind as they try to break things up, Ned and Simon with sneak attacks on the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the World! The brawls between Ned and Tyler and Simon and Shayne spill quickly out to the floor, the two tandems scrapping all the way back up the aisle, leaving Leon to try and sort out the mess in the ring. Unfortunately though, before he can prise Jade and Mackenzie apart, a forearm clubs him in the spine. A large forearm. A large, Gunner Sharps sized forearm! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh my God! Gunner Sharps! It's Gunner Sharps and the monster's got a referee with him! CABOOSE Wow, they're all coming out of the woodwork. Leon drops to his knees from the surprise blow as Mackenzie and Jade end up tussling underneath the bottom rope and to the floor, still clawing away at each other furiously. Referees and officials pile out and try to stop the fight but do nothing about the one in the ring, as Gunner is putting the boots to Leon. The bigman pounds down Leon on the set of his own show, the crowd booing away in a vain attempt to distract Gunner. The former 24/7 Champion is all business though, dragging the current 24/7 Champion to his feet and throwing him by the head, sending Leon crashing into his signpost in the corner! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants won't help Leon now though, as he stumbles back around and gets goozled! Rodez falls to his knees but is soon hoisted into the air...and DRILLED with brutal Chokeslam!! COLE Chokeslam! Rodez doesn't know what's hit him! As D*LUX and The Beverly Hills Blonds brawl off out of sight and Jade and Mackenzie are kept apart by a swarm of refs, all eyes are on the ring now as Gunner muscles the heart-shaped bed out of his way. Reaching down, Gunner again pulls Rodez up. The 24/7 Champion meekly tries to push Gunner away but that earns him a clubbing forearm to the spine, before with frightening strength Gunner stoops down and scoops Rodez up, then PRESSES him over his head! Gunner does a slow 360, displaying Leon to all four sides before settling on a resting place and dropping Leon into a BRUTAL Spinebuster, right in the centre of the ring! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That's the Tortured Soul Slam and...why isn't Gunner going for the cover? CABOOSE Maybe he's having fun. COLE Fun or not, if he wants that 24/7 Championship he's going to have to pin the guy sooner or later. Why no...wait a minute. Who the hell is that? Gunner's gaze is fixed on the crowd now, standing over his prey and paying it no attention, as he like everyone else turns to a commotion in the stands where someone is pushing their way towards the ring. Security lets this person past for some reason, right up to the guardrail which she promptly hops...to a HUGE, yet mixed reaction. COACH MAH BABY GUUUUUUURRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL~!~!!~!!! CABOOSE No way! Stopping to look out at the crowd, the smirking Crystal tears off the VIP pass around her neck and tosses it to the ground before sliding into the ring. Gunner has now stepped away from Leon as Crystal slowly strolls across, looking down at the fallen 24/7 Champion with satisfaction. COLE What the hell is CRYSTAL doing back!?! COACH Ain't it obvious? Placing a heel on Leon's shoulder, Crystal nonchalantly nudges Leon onto his back and drops down, lounging back with as cocky of a cover as you're likely to see. Referee Billy Silverman looks a little confused, but under Gunner's orders he soon drops down and begins his count, Crystal fixing her hair as Gunner watches on stoicly... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!! "YYEEEEE ... BOOOO... EEEAAA ... OOOO ... AAA ... OOOOOOOOO!!" Extending a hand, Gunner helps Crystal to her feet and referee Billy Silverman hands Crystal the 24/7 Championship, which Crystal snatches away and admires cockily. COACH YEEEEEE - EEEESSSSSS!! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! COLE You've gotta be kidding me! Glancing around, the still smirking Crystal beckons Gunner over and out of the ring. Rodez is now being attended to by referee Silverman as Crystal hops back over the barrier, with Gunner close behind, holding the 24/7 Championship at shoulder height for any fans with picture phones at the ready. The mixed reaction has grown more sour now as the shock wears off, but Crystal still gets a few pats on the back which she frustratedly tries to shrug off. COLE I don't believe what I'm seeing...Crystal! Crystal is back and she's the 24/7 Champion, for the third time and it's all thanks to Gunner Sharps. These two haven't been around in months! And out of the blue, they've shown up and they've stolen the 24/7 Title! COACH Believe it Mikey! Beli'it! MAH BABY GURL is back at the top of the mountain! COLE Last we saw of Crystal, she was causing havoc in the Women's Division and we haven't seen her since the division's 'relocation' to HI-YAH. I know she didn't go to Japan with them, but I didn't expect to see her back. And especially not to come after the 24/7 Championship. COACH But when you think about it, it makes perfect sense! Crystal was a proud 24/7 Champion, two times, why shouldn't she come back and take the belt? If we're gonna have girls holding the belt, why not the greatest female wrestler in OAOAST history? CABOOSE Don't understate it, please Coach. COLE Apparantly Josh Matthews has caught up with Crystal on her way out of the arena, let's go back there and try and get an explanation! Josh... JOSH MATTHEWS Crystal! Crystal! Wait! Sighing, Crystal turns around and nods to Gunner to do the same. CRYSTAL Can I help you? I’m a very busy wom-no wait, make that champion. You think it was easy for me to get this belt? Crystal and Gunner both laugh and give each other high fives. JOSH MATTHEWS Why return now? And why have you been gone for so long? And why the 24/7 title? And why is Gunner helping you? CRYSTAL Josh, Josh, Josh…so many questions! I’ll tell you what: I’ll do you and everyone else a favor and answer all these questions…live on HeldDown. You actually think I’ll give away red hot answers on a taped show?!? I don’t bring my A game for a B show baby! I will tell you one thing though. Gunner here, he’s my protection. Why, you ask? Well, we have an arrangement that proves money talks and hey, what’s wrong with an alliance between old friends? SMACK! CRYSTAL (without looking back to see the commotion) See Josh, that was Gunner taking care of business. The camera pans to behind Crystal, where Gunner is glowering to the limp body of…John Brickston?!? Erm, okay then. Anywho, the short end of the story is that there is a chair with a fist sized dent in it lying beside Brickston and Gunner is shaking his right hand off…you get the picture. GUNNER The 24/7 Title just got a little less hectic. CRYSTAL Let’s just say, me and Gunner, we’re bringing some stability and prestige to the title. After all, I worked oh so hard for this! On that note, Gunner and Crystal leave the arena laughing as the camera pans one more time to poor John. * COMMERICAL * Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces MACHO MAN OOOOOOH YEEEEAAH! "Macho Man" Randy Savage here in the School's Out control center to tell you about the next One & Only Anglesault Thread pay-per-view offering. Yeah, uh-huh. Dig it?! Yeah! Let's get right to it! For the World Heavyweight Title Peter Knight challenges Alfdogg in a Stairway to Hell match! If you've never seen the most dangerous match in OAOAST history, uh-huh, let's go back to the very first Angleslam in 2002, the title on the line -- The Sole Survivor vs. Anglesault! OOOOH YEEAAH! Angleslam 2002 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment ::The screen turns red, white, and blue as "Da Right Angle" hits. The OAOAST World Champion comes out to a huge pop. His title is tightened around his waist. Out of nowhere, TSS jumps out of the crowed and starts attacking the champion with a chair. He hits Anglesault across the head, busting him open. As Anglesault is down, The Sole Survivor starts hitting his leg with a chair.:: * FANCY EDITING * ::AS gets up and starts limping to the ring. Officials try to hold him back, but he pushes them down. When he enters the ring, the two participants start brawling. The bell rings:: * FANCY EDITING * ::The two start exchanging punches again, until TSS goes after AS's injured leg. AS falls to the mat. TSS starts dropping elbow after elbow on the injured leg. AS is screaming in pain. TSS poses to the crowed, the locks on a sharpshooter. AS struggles to get to the ropes, and does, but TSS doesn't let go of the hold! The ref cannot DQ TSS in this type of match.:: ::TSS releases the sharpshooter minutes later. AS can't get up. TSS goes outside the ring and gets the ladder. He puts it in the middle of the ring and starts climbing. He is about halfway up the ladder when AS gets to his feet and pushes the later over. TSS hits the ground hard.:: * FANCY EDIT * AS limps over to the ladder, picks it up, and starts climbing it. He is on the first step of the ladder when The Superstar runs out. AS notices Superstar, and throws him over the ropes immediatly, right through the announce table.AS points and laughs at Superstar, but turns around to recieve a huge clothsline from TSS. AS is down, and TSS proceeds to climb up the ladder. He gets all the way up when AS knocks it over. TSS lands hard on the mat. AS now picks up the ladder and climbs it. He gets to the top, and looks down at TSS. He turns around, and does a SaltSault off the tope of the ladder! He hits TSS perfectly, but doesn't get up. The crowed is going nuts.:: * FANCY EDIT * ::TSS...climbs the ladder and reaches the top...of the cage when AS starts climbing it. TSS jumps onto the scaffold. He pulls a beer bottle out of a bag hidden on the scaffold. He throws it down on AS. It breaks over AS's head, but he amazingly hold onto the cage... AS gets onto the scaffold, and collapses. TSS laughs at AS and climbs back down to the scaffold. He picks AS up and gives him a fallaway slam onto the scaffold. AS is hurt... When they both get to the top, TSS gives AS a Bradshaw bomb. The top of the cell looks like it is about to break after that move. TSS picks AS up and rusn to the edge of the cell. He runs back at AS and gives him the CLOTHELINE OF ALMOST CERTAIN DOOM~! AS flips in mid-air. TSS... picks up AS and starts to punch him over to the edge of the cell. AS is on the edge of the cell, barely standing. TSS backs up and positions himself for another CLOTHSLINE OF ALMOST CERTAIN DOOM. He runs at AS, but AS flips him over! TSS goes flying off the cell, and crashes through the other announce table! AS puts his hands up in victory. Paramedics run over to TSS and race him off into the back. Winner: Still OAOAST World Champion, AngleSault! The crowed is going nuts...:: MACHO MAN IT'S GONNA BE OUTTA CONTROL JUST LIKE THE MA-CHO MAN, YEEEEAAAH!! Also signed for School's Out, a Sunday Detention Challenge. With more on that, take a look at this. We cut to a shot of a school building, with the American and Colorado state flags waving out front, as Pomp and Circumstance plays in the background. Cut inside to Brock Ausstin, wearing khaki pants with a polo shirt and the Heartland belt. BROCK Good morning, class! I'm your teacher, Mr. Ausstin. And I'm here to tell you all your assignment for School's Out, which will be known as the Sunday Detention Challenge. *Brock uses his stick to point at the chalkboard.* BROCK Should you accept this assignment, you are to be in this classroom and in your seats on Sunday, May 28. All challengers are welcome, and it will be a part of School's Out, live on PPV. *Brock walks over and lifts up a desktop, pulling out a pair of nunchucks. He then makes his way out of the classroom and down the hallway.* BROCK The assignment involves a no-holds-barred brawl, going everywhere on the school premises. *camera cuts to Brock in a bathroom.* BROCK That could mean in the bathroom... *a young woman's scream is heard, at which point walks over to the stall and opens it up.* BROCK Sorry! *camera cuts to Brock in the cafeteria.* BROCK ...the cafeteria... *Brock grabs a handful of spaghetti out of the pan and shoves it in his mouth, as the lunch lady puts her hands on her hips and looks on in disgust. The camera then cuts to Brock outside, on a swing.* BROCK ...or even outside, here on the playground! *Brock leaps off the swing, landing right in front of the camera. The camera then cuts to Brock walking back into the classroom.* BROCK Now you can score a pinfall...but it won't end the match. The match will last 20 minutes, no shorter, no longer. For example, in the unlikely event that someone were to get a pin on me...it would then become that person who needs to be pinned, and the process continues until the 20 minutes is up. And your extra credit for being the last man to score a pin... *Brock takes the belt off* BROCK The OAOAST Heartland championship. Class is dismissed...for now. *Brock gives a sly grin, and the camera cuts back to the shot of the school before fading out* MACHO MAN Keep an eye and an ear out on OAOAST programming for more matches to be announced. Yeeeeaaahhh! For the School's Out control center, this has been the "Macho Man" Randy Savage sayin'... SCREW YOU, HULK HOGAN! AND BUY THE PAY-PER-VIEW! OOOOOOOH YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!! SCHOOL'S OUT MAY 28th LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! ORDER NOW! School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely STILL TO COME: ANGLEMANIA REMATCH... BLACK T vs. HOFF & DREK STONE BUT NEXT... 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Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 (edited) OAOAST BACKTRACKER * CR-R-R-R-ACK * But that's exactly what we get when a KENDO STICK to the back brings Logan to his knees. The cameras quickly focus in on the person responsible... ...VITAMIN X of the tag team Brains & Brawn, doing his version of the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle before punishing Mann's ribs with more whacks from the kendo stick. Out of the corner of the screen we see Synth crawling on his hands and knees, rising up and lunging towards the X-Man...only to be goolzed by the massive hand of THE CUBAN WALL! * THUD * A sickening one at that as Synth's body leaves a dent on the Sooner Bruisers Covertte courtesy of a Cuban Wall CHOKE SLAM! VITAMIN X BOO-YAH~! X and Wall are quickly swarmed by security as we cut back to the arena with a shot of the Heavenly Rockers laid out backstage. COLE What was that all about? COACH It could only mean one thing, Mikey -- Brains & Brawns want the tag team championship. Back from the break, Jesse "The Body" Ventura is positioned on the interview stage. VENTURA It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you the World tag team champions... the HEAVENLY RRRRROCKERRRRRSSSSS! "Heart-Shaped Box" blasts through the speakers, the crowd rising as one as Synth and Logan make another appearance with the World tag team titles still around their waists. They share pleasantries with Jesse before unstrapping the tag belts, holding them up to the fans in a sign of unity and respect. VENTURA Congratulations on a successful title defense earlier in the show, gentlemen. But it's a title defense from a couple of weeks ago that I wanna talk to you about. Let's go back to Living Angleously, where you successfully defended the tag team championship of the world against the Sooner Bruisers. For the second time in nearly as many months you defeated the Sooner Bruisers -- which is no easy feat -- and for the second time the Sooner Bruisers snapped after the match, laying you out before setting their sights and assaulting Holly-Wood. LOGAN What happened to us after the match isn't nearly as important as what happened to Holly, Jesse. Beat us up all you want, Sooner Bruisers, I don't care. We're big boys, we can take it. But it's obvious the Man of Tomorrow is nothing more than some punk-ass little bitch who probably got rejected by his dream girl when he asked her to go to the prom with him. You crossed the line, Frank. Is that what you want? You wanna go crossing the line everywhere?! Because I can cross that line and then some, too! Grab yourself a cop of AngleMania V and see why they call me the "Wild Child," Frank! Just like you're unpredictable in a rage, so am I. I'll move heaven and earth to get your ass reinstated so I can re-arrange your face and auction it on OAOAST.com as a jigsaw puzzle! So put that in your pipe and smoke it sayeth Wild Child Logan Mann! A jigsaw puzzle!! Logan storms off the set in a rage but soon returns. SYNTH What is it about these tag titles that bring out the worst in everybody, Body? The money, the fame that goes along with being the champion? By no means are the L-Mann and Synthmeister ones to complain, but everything that's happened to the Heavenly Rockers since winning the gold... well, all of a sudden the trials and tribulations we went through with the New New Midnight Express don't seem so bad, bro. VENTURA Which brings me to my next question: What's the deal with Brains & Brawn? We saw them jump you Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! SYNTH That's what Ah'm sayin'. Like a pimp, it's hard being a champion. We got no beef wit'em. Well we do now, but before we didn't. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The negative response is for the arrival of VITAMIN X, one-half of Brains & Brawn. The Heavenly Rockers check over their shoulders to keep an eye out for the Cuban Wall, the X-Man's tag team partner. VITAMIN X I heard the name of Brains & Brawn mentioned, so I decided to come out here and see what the fuss was about. So you guys are the Heavenly Rockers, World tag team champions, huh? Yeah...heh heh heh...you're just what I expected. You look as bad as your music sounds! You see, our deal with you involves those belts on your shoulders, the World tag team championship. We heard you say a while back that you were gonna be fighting champions, giving everybody who knocked on your front door a shot at the straps. Liars! Brains and Brawn have been knockin' on your door for over a month now, but nobody's ever home. And the reason is because...YOU'RE SCARED! You're scared of the only team in the tag division with both the brains and the brawn, Vitamin X and the near 7 foot tall Cuban Wall. You see us and run. Wall and I got tired of knocking, so we just kicked the damn door down! Pow! Kendo stick to the back. Chokeslam on the hood of a Corvette -- BOOYAH! * SHANE-O MAC SHUFFLE * SYNTH Wall must be Cuban all right, because you've been smokin' one too many of them cigars, bro. Scared? Pssh. Son, we ain't scared of no one, hon'. LOGAN You sure do talk a big game, X. You say we didn't open the door -- I got news for you, the door's always open. Brains & Brawns just wanted to make some noise for themselves, that's all, because NOBODY knows who the hell B & B are! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" VITAMIN Hey, hey. That's cool. That's cool. Believe that if you want. But just for the record, Brains & Brawn weren't looking to make some noise Thursday night. No, no, no. We're looking to make some noise...NOW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" THE CUBAN WALL clotheslines the Heavenly Rockers from behind, nearly crashing a collision with them, Jesse and Vitamin X. SCHIAVONE It was a set-up. Brains & Brawns putting the boots to the World tag team champions. Get some help out there! The Cuban Wall lifts Logan up with ONE HAND and... SCHIAVONE No! Noooooooo! ...CHOKESLAMS LOGAN OFF THE STAGE TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Security swarm the interview stage. Vitamin X and the Cuban Wall fighting them off as long as they can to get in more blows on Synth, including a shot to the back of the head with the tag belt by the X-Man. Brains & Brawn leave with the World tag team championship, showing no respect for the champions. SCHIAVONE Fans, we gotta restore order out here. Our feature match of the week is next. Stay with us. Somebody help them! UP NEXT... STEEL CAGE MATCH: HOFF & DREK STONE vs. BLACK T Edited May 14, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 14, 2006 SCHIAVONE Welcome back to OAOAST Syndicated Ladies and Gentlemen, as we are set for our Main Event of the evening! And what a match we have for you Jesse, as these four men settle a score that has dominated the OAOAST for months now. VENTURA It goes much, much deeper than that Tony. When Hoff and Drek Stone left this company, Tony and Dan, as two orignal members of the fold, took it personally. They fought at AngleMania, where Dan made Hoff tap out in front of millions. Drek picked up the victory over Tony Brannigan in singles competition at our last Pay Per View Living Angleously, but again it was Dan Black to put the Black T combination up with another submission victory over Hoff, the former two-time Champion. Now, three world champions and perhaps the greatest wrestler to never hold the title face off in this tag team cage match. SCHIAVONE Absolutely Jesse, we are set for what is certainly the biggest television Main Event of the year so far. Lets send it to the ring, and Michael Buffer. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, its time for our Main Event of the evening! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!" BUFFER The following contest is a Tag Team CAGE match, scheduled for one fall with no time limit! There are three ways to win: pinfall, submission, or when both members of a team escape the cage. Cue: Simply Ravishing The crowd go BANANA as one of the original stars of the company, T-Bod, Tony Brannigan, makes his way through the curtain and into the arena. The cheers of the crowd are only matched by the theme music blaring over the loudspeakers, as the fan favourite walks down the ramp, stopping before he gets to ringside. BUFFER Introducing Team Number One. First, from Hollywood, U.S.A, weighing in tonight at two hudred sixty-two pounds, a former OAOAST Champion... TONYYYY BRAAAANNIIIIGGGANNNNN!!! The smooth sounds of Brannigan's theme are replaced by the contrasting Smashing Pumpkin's song, Quiet. The crowd continue their ovation for the legendary tag team, this time for Dan Black as the Iceheart appears in the arena, walking down the entrance ramp to meet his partner. BUFFER And his partner, from London, England, weighing in tonight at two hundred forty-three pounds, he is the ICE HEART!! DAAAAAAAAAAn BLAAAAACK! Together, these two men form the greatest tag team in OAOAST history. Please welcome BLAAAAAAACCCKK TEEEEEE!!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" Meeting his partner at the bottom of the ramp and slapping hands, the combo make their way into the cage, with Dan trying out the mesh as one guy seemingly has to do at the beginning of every cage match. Black T then walk into a corner, discussing tactics, as Quiet dies down. The crowd stirs in anticipation of the next arrival, even though the opposing team are far from popular. SCHIAVONE Black T are focused tonight Jesse. They picked up a big win back at AngleMania Five, but now they need to prove that the win wasn't a one time thing. BOOOOOOOOOOM! The pyro EXPLODES~! and Hypnotize by System of a Down begins, signalling the arrival of one of the most successful superstars in OAOAST History. The fans pop for the beginning of the music, but they soon descend into rabid boos, showing the once-popular star that he can't get away with his recent actions. The man himself, Hoff, appears from behind the curtain, and the boos become more severe. A small percentage of the crowd appreciate the former champion, and while they try their best to be vocal, they are soon drowned out by the majority. VENTURA You wanna talk about Black T being focused Tony, Hoff looks more focused than ever tonight, he's determined to make this bout his third time lucky with Dan Black. SCHIAVONE He'd better hope that he doesn't get caught in that Heart of Ice submission then Jess, he's tapped to that twice on Pay Per View. Hoff walks down the ramp and stares at his opponents inside the fifteen foot high steel cage, a determined look on his face. He stops halfway down much like Tony did, waiting for his partner in crime to arrive. BUFFER And their opponents, first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in tonight at two hundred seventy-seven pounds, a former TWO-TIME OAOAST Champion, and the man that we should NEVER FORGET..... THIS. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS HOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFF!!!! Hypnotize fades down, and it is replaced by the smooth tones of the song best known as the Sopranos theme, Woke Up This Morning. The jeers get even louder for perhaps the most rabidly hated man in OAOAST History (and because he's an asshole, not just because he sucks), the man who walked out on the company last year, Drek Stone. Stone swaggers out to the arena, basking in the jeers, and narrowly avoiding a Coke can that was flung at his head! SCHIAVONE Wow, I've heard of a rabid crowd, but this is ridiculous! VENTURA Throw that guy out! SCHIAVONE That just illustrates the way this crowd feel about this man Drek Stone! He is basically the antichrist of this company! VENTURA Thats a little over the top Tony. I like Black T, and I've supported them throughout their careers, but Hoff and Drek are two of the greatest performers in this companys history! They did the wrong things in the past, but they're back now, they're wrestling, they're performing, and they're doing everything that they can to get to the top of this business once again. A win here will point them in the right direction. SCHIAVONE Well if there's one word that we can associate with this team tonight, it is 'pressure'. These two are under tremendous pressure to win this bout tonight, if they do, who knows, one of them could be getting a title shot soon. Drek meets his partner at ringside, having a word into his ear. BUFFER And his partner, from Brooklyn, New York, and weighing in tonight at two-hundred twenty pounds, this man was the fastest rising star in OAOAST History. A former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, Ladies and Gentlemen, DREEEEEEEEEEKKK STOOOOOONNNNEEE!!!! After the introductions, Hoff runs to the opposite side of the cage and begins climbing, while Drek does the same on the ramp side! Once Black T see this, they spring into action, Tony Brannigan going to meet Hoff, while Dan Black goes to the side of Drek Stone. SCHIAVONE Its a race to the top straight away! What a way to begin this main event! VENTURA Correction Tony, it won't begin until all four men are inside the ring, we're not underway yet! Drek, being the nimble young man that he is, gets to the top of the cage first, with Dan Black not far behind. Hoff's 275 pounds make thier way up the cage at a somewhat slower rate, with his similar-in-weight opponent Tony Brannigan reaching the top first. Drek straddles the top of the cage and tee's off on the temple of Dan Black, who somehow stays attached to the cage, helped a little by his feet finding the top rope. Drek lands a hard right which causes Black to step away, giving the former champion time to get his other leg over and climb down to the top rope himself. VENTURA High risk for all four men to start this off, this could get very ugly, very quickly! Hoff reaches the top, but Tony Brannigan is there waiting, and both men try right hands, but neither can land a shot with any power behind it. Hoff lands one though, and then, while also straddling the top of the cage, kicks one of Tony Brannigan's arms, causing the Hollywood native to lose his balance, and fall off the cage, throat-first over the top rope! SCHIAVONE Brannigan is down! He'd find it hard to breathe for a minute or two after that! This gives Hoff time to hoist his legs over the cage and begin a slow decent down. Meanwhile on the other side, Dan and Drek are battling it out, with both standing across the top rope. Drek grabs Dan Black by the hair and tries to force his head into the steel mesh, but Black blocks the move and elbows Stone in the gut, before driving Drek's head into the cage! The velocity of the collision causes Drek to fall backward, and off the top rope, back-first hard onto the canvas! VENTURA And Drek Stone's head is ploughed into the steel cage, one member from each team down! Dan jumps off the top rope and back down to the mat, and turns around... ...only to find Hoff staring him in the face! SCHIAVONE Here we go! Black vesus Hoff again, very early in this match Look at the staredown Jesse, these two men had a war at Living Angleously. Hoff and Black continue to stare each other down, neither making a move, neither man saying a word. The crowd is rabid as the two men stare holes in each other. VENTURA And listen to these people, Tony, they want to see Hoff and Dan Black get it on, they want to see the war continued here tonight! Hoff is, unsurprisingly, the first to run his mouth, trash-talking to the tag team legend. Black responds in kind, sick of Hoff's actions over the past two months. SCHIAVONE We thought that, maybe, we had seen a change in Hoff two nights ago on HeldDown! Dan Black thought that we had seen a change in Hoff! But he's the same man he's always been, and I think Dan Black is about to make this the greatest night in the history of our sport by knocking Hoff's teeth out! Hoff takes a step toward Black, arms outstretched in a "what you gon' do?" pose. Black responds by stepping chest-to-chest with the big man, driving the crowd into a frenzy! Hoff looks down at Black, Black looks up at Hoff...and the two men start throwing right hands!! SCHIAVONE HERE WE GO! The crowd EXPLODES as Black and Hoff start pummeling each other with huge right hands! Black, Hoff, Black, Hoff, both men rock each other with huge blows! Hoff gets the upper hand, using his size advantage, and sends Black reeling! Hoff grabs Black by the head and throws him into the cage wa-- no, back elbow by Black! Hoff stumbles back, and Black grabs him, throwing him into the cage wall! The fans cheer as Hoff goes FLYING onto his back! The big man rolls backwards up to his feet, stumbling, and Black grabs him and throws him into the opposite wall! SCHIAVONE Black taking it to Hoff here in the early going! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Hoff lands hard on his back. Black falls onto him in a lateral press and hooks the leg, but the big man kicks out at two! Black pulls Hoff up by the hair as Tony Brannigan gets to his feet! VENTURA Uh-oh, this is not good for Hoff! Brannigan sees Black holding Hoff, and smiles...but his happiness is cut short as Drek Stone jumps Black from behind! Drek drives a forearm into Dan's back, causing the Englishman to let go of Hoff and stumble forward! As Brannigan is caught off-guard, Hoff kicks him in the gut! The fans boo as the two wayward sons of the OAOAST grab their opponents by the hair and throw them into opposite cage walls! Black and Brannigan go bouncing back, and Hoff and Drek grab them from behind, bringing them together in a coconut crusher! The skulls of the "Body" and the Ice Heart thud off of each other, sending both men to the mat! Drek and Hoff try stereo pinfall attempts, but both members of Black T are able to kick out at two! SCHIAVONE And in an instant, Drek Stone and Hoff have taken the upper hand. VENTURA Well the two of them are two of the top competitors in this industry, and they're showing it now. Drek and Hoff pick up Tony Brannigan. The veteran competitor is reeling after the shots he has sustained so far, and is once again on Dream Street as Drek Stone connects with a right hand. Brannigan stumbles backward, only to sustain another blow to the temple from Hoff this time! Drek grabs Tony by the hair and calls Hoff over, as both men hook Brannigan in a double front face lock! The hated competitors lift the veteran high above their heads… …and drop him down in a double suplex! SCHIAVONE What impact there! Cover! Drek covers Tony… ONE!!!! TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOONO! Tony kicks out of the pinfall attempt. SCHIAVONE Close pin there by Hoff and Drek, they’re working very well as a team Jesse. VENTURA These two guys are great friends, and while they’ve had their differences in the past, they have a tremendous amount of respect for each other, and they believe in the same cause. With Dan Black at his feet, Hoff goes to cut the Englishman off, while Drek continues beating on Tony Brannigan, reigniting the feud that saw Drek get the win at Living Angleously. Drek lifts Tony to his feet, and peppers the ‘Body’ with hard right hands. Drek goes for the Irish Whip, Tony reverses, Drek comes off of the ropes… …and Tony gets the knockdown with a clothesline! As Tony is knocking Drek down to the canvas, Hoff is pummelling Dan Black in the corner with hard boots to the midsection. Hoff pulls Black out of the corner and hooks him up for a back suplex, lifting the London native up… but Dan uses the momentum to flip back and over the head of Hoff, landing behind the big man, immediately hooking his midsection, and taking him over in a German Suplex! SCHIAVONE What a beautiful counter there by Dan Black into the German Suplex, his technical ability is astounding at times! Dan and Tony get up from the blows, and immediately continue the beatings on their opponents, switching, with Tony going to Hoff, and the smaller Dan going to his better match up in terms of leverage, Drek Stone. With Drek at his feet in the corner, Dan takes the opportunity to light his chest up like a Christmas tree… *SLAP* “WOOOO!” *SLAP* “WOOOO!” *SLAP* “WOOOO!” …with a series of stiff knife-edged chops! VENTURA That’s what we like to see, stiff blows! A right hand by Dan Black later and he brings Drek to the centre of the ring, scooping the New Yorker up, and slamming him down to the mat. An elbow drop later, and Dan hooks a leg for the cover… ONE!!!!!!!! TWONO! … but Drek kicks out as the referee counts two. Dan continues to wear Drek down at ground level, slapping on a rear chin lock to allow himself to recuperate while Drek is still suffering. Tony Brannigan, on the other hand, is wearing Hoff down with hard bombs to his temple. The big man is rocked, but is still trying to block the blows. Tony rears back and tries a haymaker, but Hoff ducks the blow, and goes low on Brannigan, connecting to the unmentionables! VENTURA Dirty tactics, I like it! Tony drops to his knees after the low blow, and Hoff follows it up, stomping away at the Hollywood native. Seeing his partner in trouble, Hoff breaks up the chin lock with a well-placed kick to the back of Dan Black’s head, and lifts his Living Angleously opponent up… …only to be put in the Heart of Ice! SCHIAVONE The Heart of Ice! That’s his move! Dan Black has the Heart of Ice locked in! Drek Stone struggles to his feet, as Hoff writhes in pain in the submission hold! Drek tries to get to Hoff, but Tony Brannigan is also up, Drek runs at Brannigan, but is caught with the Out of Body Experience! VENTURA Drek and Hoff are both down! Dan continues to sink the Crossface on Hoff, who won’t give up for a third time! Tony looks at his partner, who sees that Drek Stone is down, and decides to let go of the hold. Talking to Tony, Dan decides to call it a night, telling Brannigan to lead the way, and ordering the referee to open the cage door! SCHIAVONE They’re going to escape the cage here! This match is going to be over! VENTURA Both Hoff and Drek are down on the mat Tony, they’ve got a free pass out of this match! They only have to walk out of this – wait a second… who’s that? SCHIAVONE Tony and Dan don’t see what we see Jesse… an individual has jumped the ra… wait a second! VENTURA That’s not just any individual Tony… SCHIAVONE That’s AXEL! VENTURA What’s Axel doing out here? Tony and Dan head for the cage door, and Tony Brannigan pokes his head out as he begins to leave… …but AXEL SHUTS THE DOOR ON HIS HEAD! SCHIAVONE What the hell? What’s going on here? VENTURA I have no idea! Axel shuts the cage door as Tony Brannigan falls backwards, almost knocked out from the blow! Dan Black, surprised, stares at the attacker, wondering what the hell is going on, just like the announcers and the crowd! SCHIAVONE Why is Axel even out here? He was told to go home! VENTURA Well obviously he didn’t! Axel keeps the door shut and starts talking trash to Dan Black, who focuses on the former General Manager, asking him what the hell he’s doing out here, but not realising that his opponents have found their feet! SCHIAVONE Dan, watch out! Black, still shouting at Axel, is soon knocked down from behind by a Hoff clothesline, while Tony is kept on the ground by Drek. This gives Axel an opportunity to enter the cage, steel chair in tow, and not only give Tony Brannigan a brutal stomp on the way in, but to make this match effectively three-on-two. SCHIAVONE This is a mugging Jess, these two men don’t stand a chance, but why is Axel here? VENTURA This is obviously all part of a master plan! Hoff lifts Dan Black to his feet, grabbing the London native by the hair, and driving him head first into the steel cage! Hoff follows this up by raking Dan’s head across the cage wall, opening a cut on his forehead! VENTURA We’ve got blood Tony! Dan Black is busted open! Dan Black, now bloody and battered, stumbles around the ring, with the former General Manager Axel now stalking him, steel chair still in hand. Black turns around… …SMASH! SCHIAVONE OH WHAT A VILE CHAIR SHOT! VENTURA He was busted open before; imagine the size of that wound now! Axel, happy with his work, throws the chair to Hoff, who looks at the fallen Black. Meanwhile, Drek Stone lifts Tony to his feet, and throws him in Axel’s direction. Axel slaps Brannigan, before holding his arms behind his back, and leaving him easy prey for hard right hands by Drek Stone! SCHIAVONE Tony is defenseless! This is a mugging! Drek Stone continues to hammer away on Tony Brannigan with hard rights and stinging boots to the midsection. Axel lets go of Tony’s arms, and grabs his left arm. Whipping him into the ropes, Tony flies off, and towards Drek Stone… …who drills him with a Spinebuster! VENTURA Drek just gave Tony the Out of Body Experience! He stole Tony’s move! Axel and Drek slap hands and laugh at the fallen Brannigan, and they then spot Hoff, who looks at the other two, steel chair in hand. Axel and Drek both point to Dan Black, who is lying motionless on the mat, and then to the chair. Hoff nods, and then brings the steel chair up… ..and DOWN over Black’s ankle! “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” …and AGAIN! “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” …a THIRD TIME! “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Hoff drops the chair as Dan writhes in pain on the mat. Grabbing Black by the ankle, Hoff hooks in the Ankle Lock, immediately dropping down and grapevining his legs around Dan Blacks, leaving the Englishman with nowhere to go! SCHIAVONE Dan Black is trapped! His ankle might be wrecked after those chair shots, but its definitely wrecked now! Axel and Drek get down to the canvas to talk trash to Dan while he’s in the hold, slapping his face, and humiliating the OAOAST legend. The referee tries to maintain order, but considering the rules of the match, he can do nothing. With Dan’s ankle already shot to pieces, and his career now at stake, he has no choice but to… …TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP!!!! *DING DING DING* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” BUFFER Here are your winners, DREK STONE AAAAAAND HOOOOFFFFFF!!! SCHIAVONE What the hell is going on here? Axel has cost Black T this match! Why is he even out here? VENTURA I’ve got no idea Tony, but with the history of the three men standing in the ring, I can only suspect that they’ve finally revealed where they stand! They’re aligned Tony, three of the greatest wrestlers in OAOAST History are together! Hoff, Drek and Axel continue to stomp away at Black T, with the timekeeper constantly ringing the bell to remind them that the match is over. Suddenly, a figure bursts through the curtain, microphone in hand… its former OAOAST President Bill Watts! WATTS Now you just wait there a damn minute! You hold up! Watts power walks down to the squared circle, and immediately climbs up the steel steps, walking into the caged ring! VENTURA This might not be such a good idea Bill. SCHIAVONE Nonsense, Watts is still a valued ally of the board, if any of these men touch him, they’ll get fired! WATTS Now you just wait there a goddamn minute. (Pointing at Drek and Hoff) You two back off boys, just like that S-O-B, don’t even think about rising your hand to me, or you’ll never work in this company again, let alone this business! Hoff and Drek look at each other with mock fear on their faces, and wiggle their fingers at Watts, pretending to be effected by his threats. WATTS (Pointing to Axel) And you… you idiotic, egotistical bastard. How dare you come out here and ruin this Main Event, on the premiere of this show. I might not be the President anymore, but I can still carry out the will of the board until a new one is appointed. And for the s*bleep* you just pulled, you’re not suspended Axel, YOU ARE FIRED! “*GASP* OOOHHHHHHH!!!!” VENTURA Fired? AXEL IS FIRED? SCHIAVONE Yeah! Axel deserves to be fired! He ruined our Main Event! Axel, instead of being angry, annoyed, upset, or even disappointed, laughs. That’s right, his head flies back, and he laughs at the former President. This clearly annoys Cowboy Bill, who shouts at the former GM and Champion. WATTS You got a hearing problem son? You’re fired, out of here, gone! Your career, your life, is over! Now you can go back to that asshole of a country down under! As Watts makes this last comment about Axel’s native Australia, the former General Manager snatches the microphone from Watts, his expression quickly changing from laughter to a serious, angry look. AXEL Now Bill, before you keep talking and say anything else to piss me off, just think about something for a second. You must have known this would happen. Drek, Hoff and I have been friends for years. What, you just thought I was avoiding them because I didn’t agree with their actions? You thought we had some kind of falling out? Who exactly do you think got them back into this company in the first place? Who pulled the strings? When I beat Calvin to become the General Manager, it had nothing to do with the Upstarts, nothing to do with giving rookies a shot. If I wanted to give those rookies a shot, they’d be in the Main Event right now. Peter Knight was an exception. He deserved it. You know why I became the GM? To get these two men back into this company. It worked, and here we are, having just formed the most dominant group in this companies’ history. Watts, fuming, grabs the microphone back from Axel, not being able to snatch it from him, but pulling it in his direction. WATTS What good will all that do now you meat-headed s*bleep*sack! You’re out of here! Axel grins again, shaking his head. AXEL Oh Bill, so senile in your old age. You’ve got no idea what’s going on around you. You can’t fire me. Why, you can’t fire anyone. You aren’t in charge. But I know who is Bill. I know who the new President is. I know who calls all the shots around here. I bet you wanna know who as well, don’t you Bill? Watts nods, and says “You’re damn right I want to know!” AXEL Well Bill, I invite you to turn around toward the stage and look really, really closely at the curtain. If you look hard enough, you just might see the future of this company. Hoff and Drek suddenly spring into action, stomping Tony and Dan before they can get to their feet again. Bill Watts stares a hole in Axel, and then obliges, turning around to face the entranceway, focusing on the curtain. AXEL That’s it Bill, look a little closer. You should be able to see the new President any second now… Axel steps forward, and leans over Bill’s shoulder as he waits for the President’s arrival. AXEL Bill, did you ever consider that maybe, just maybe, the new President of the OAOAST… The crowd stirs, not knowing what to expect… AXEL …is behind you? Axel drops the mic… …AXEL LIFTS BILL WATTS IN A REVERSE DEATH VALLEY! …AXEL SLAM ON BILL WATTS! SCHIAVONE WHAT? WHAT????? VENTURA … I don’t like them, but this is brilliant. Axel grabs the microphone again and gets right in the fallen Watts’ face, his voice low and throaty, and his right hand clasped around Cowboy Bill’s throat. AXEL Don’t bleep this out monkeys. These fans have to hear exactly what I have to say, and since this is syndicated, it’s after eleven, so I don’t care. Bill Watts, you stupid old fuck. You had no idea what was going on. You had no idea I’d been planning this for months. I went over the board’s head. I went straight to the owners. They put their faith in me, Bill. Hell, I’m their golden boy. The kid from Australia who’s going to fix everything. Fix plummeting buyrates. Spike television ratings. He’s a genius, you know. Let’s make him the President. Let’s get rid of the senile old prick that’s running this joint into the ground. So, they made the call to me. You retiring was just a bonus, but I would have rather fired you. I’ve been playing you this whole time. We’ve been playing you this whole time. WATTS (coughing and wheezing) You…you’re crazy… AXEL No, I’m the President of the OAOAST. I’m sure you’ve met my cabinet. If not, here, Hoff, introduce yourself to Bill Watts. Axel gets up and pulls Watts to his feet, throwing him to Hoff, who immediately puts him in a reverse face lock! SCHIAVONE No… no… not this! Hoff, please! Hoff grabs Watts by the cowboy pants, and lifts him high in the air… …FUTURE SHOCK! VENUTRA My god… these guys have gone crazy! The future shock to a senior citizen! The crowd, now rabidly booing the trio, try to pelt garbage into the ring, but of course, they can’t get past the steel cage. A couple of fans manage to get garbage over the fifteen foot high structure, but overall, Hoff, Drek and Axel are unaffected by the barrage of rubbish. AXEL Beautiful. Oh, I see one of the fallen originals in the ring has come to. I guess we’re going to have to fix that. Yes, Dan Black is in fact up and about, but not for long though, as Drek Stone is there, waiting for the former champion to get to his feet. Turning around, Dan is met with a boot to the midsection from Drek, who hooks his head in a front face lock, and drills him with the Stonecutter! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Tony Brannigan is also getting to his feet, but both Axel and Hoff are there waiting. As the Hollywood Native gets up, he walks straight in to the dream team, who both lift him up… …for a DOUBLE SPINEBUSTAAAAHHH!! SCHIAVONE This is getting too much Jesse! These three men have taken apart not only Black T, but they’ve attacked Bill Watts as well! These three are unstoppable! VENTURA And what’s more, they run the place! Getting up from the moves, the trio bask in the rabid boos from the crowd. Axel picks the microphone up and again addresses the fans, whose rabid negative reaction make it hard for the former two-time champion to be heard. AXEL You are looking at the three most powerful men in OAOAST History. We’re beyond your usual authority. We can hire, fire, and suspend as we please. We make the matches. We run the shows, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. “ASSSSSSSS HOOOOOOOLEEEE! AAAAAAAASSSSS HOOOOOLLLLEEE!” Axel smiles as he continues. AXEL And that’s not your usual wrestling cliché, boys and girls. Seriously, nobody can stop us. Hell, the three of us are basically… Untouchable. Goodnight, Ladies and Gentlemen. The three men walk out the cage door, as Axel's music sounds over the loudspeakers. Saluting the crowd, the trio are happy with the work that they have done, as they leave, satisfied. SCHIAVONE I can't believe this! This is a new era for this company! This is incredible! We'll see you Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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