Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 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~! G R E A T A N G L E B A S H O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea.. ..sea to.. BZZT! ..to.. BZZT! ..ea to shi.. BZZZZZZZT! *BOOOM~!* The exploding head of the now even more rare bald eagle takes us into... CUE: Placebo, "Pure Morning" A friend in need's a friend indeed, TJ Burns winning the vacant X-Division Championship A friend with weed is better, The Hooligans, 'hanging out' together A friend with breasts and all the rest, Crystal with the 24/7 Title A friend who's dressed in leather, A friend in need's a friend indeed, The OAOAST's newest superstar, Longdogger Pete A friend who'll tease is better, Christian Wright slapping Bohemoth Our thoughts compressed, PRL sneak-attacking Thunderkid Which makes us blessed, TK's subsequent costing PRL the World Title against Alfdogg And makes for stormy weather, Bohemoth hitting the Spinebuster on Wright at Syndicated A friend in need's a friend indeed, Brock with the F5STUNNER~!1~!~1#1 on Otaku II My Japanese is better, Otaku II taking the fight to Brock Ausstin And when she's pressed she will undress, Ned Blanchard dragging his former 'slave' Jade Rodez by the wrist And then she's boxing clever, Jade punching Ned at School's Out A friend in need's a friend indeed, Zack Malibu standing side by side with The Wildcards... A friend who bleeds is better, ...and Zack Malibu laying bleeding in the caged HeldDOWN ring, at the hands of The Wildcards My friend confessed she passed the test, Crystal winning the 24/7 Title at Syndicated from Leon Rodez And we will never sever, Leon Rodez reciting some award deserving poetry! Day's dawning, skins crawling The infamous staplegun incident from School's Out Day's dawning, skins crawling The GPX invading SWF 13th Hour, then in action at SWF Aftershoxxxxxx Day's dawning, skins crawling Team Heyross confronting The Heavenly Rockers Day's dawning, skins crawling Brock Ausstin's attack on Otaku II and on Ayane Mitsui Pure morning Alfdogg winning the World Heavyweight Title at AngleMania Pure morning And defending it against Peter Knight at School's Out Pure morning Reject winning the #1 Contendership battle royal by eliminating Otaku II Pure morning... And PRL scoring a victory in tag action over Alfdogg three days ago, thanks to Reject And now, live on Pay Per View, the OAOAST proudly presents... *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* And we are LIVE in Baltimore, Maryland for the 5th annual OAOAST Great Angle Bash! Five years...bloody hell. For this momentous occasion, the Baltimore faithful have very kindly jam-packed the arena and have brought the usual array of banners, posters, signs and placards, ranging from the weird to the wonderful to the downright uncalled for~! "IN ANGLE WE TRUST!" "RUCK FEJECT" "STOP MENTIONING KELLY CLARKSON" "BLOODSHED "No, FAQU~!" After this rather enlightening insight into the minds of Marylanders, we finally get down to business as the camera pans from the crowd to the Great Angle Bash entranceway, where off to the side stand our ever reliable hypejob duo, Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura! SCHIAVONE Oh man, what a reaction! Welcome one and all to The Great Angle Bash 2006, live from a raucous Baltimore Maryland! It seems like every month we say this, but in recent weeks the OAOAST has been plunged further into chaos and turmoil. Issues at management level are mirrored by issues in the ring. And tonight is a night where it all comes to a head. VENTURA That's right Schiavone! Ever since Zack Malibu picked up his cellphone and called in backup from three SWF superstars, this place has been in turmoil! I've been in the back earlier tonight and you can literally cut the tension with a knife. Everybody's watching their backs, because they just don't know what's gonna happen next, when they least expect it. It's like martial law around here nowadays! SCHIAVONE Indeed, a lot of combustable elements here tonight. By my reckoning, six titles in all will be on the line and you of course mentioned the SWF. Tonight, the 6 Man Tag Team Titles are on the line with those very SWF stars, The Wildcards, defending against The Hooligans. And it's going to be "Ultimate Punishment"...no rules, anything goes...I've got a bad feeling somebody's going to get hurt in that one. VENTURA That's gonna be a war. But what I'm really looking forward to Schiavone is the main event, which is gonna be settled the old fashioned way. Two out of Three Falls for the World Heavyweight Championship. Alfdogg defending the title against his former running buddy, the official number one contender, Reject. The challenger goes in as the underdog, but I've not afraid to say, my money's on Reject to shock the world tonight! SCHIAVONE Speaking of World Champions, the former Champion Peter Knight is here tonight to speak for the first time about the Stairway To Hell Match at School's Out. And later on tonight, I've got a big scoop interview with the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions. Unfortunately, last Thursday night on OAOAST HeldDOWN~! in the closing moments of a big 8-Man Tag Team Match, D*LUX member Shayne Brave suffered a seperated shoulder which is going to keep him out of action for the next couple of weeks. Which obviously means the scheduled HI-YAH Tag Team Title match will not take place here at The Great Angle Bash...but I've got some big news on that subject, which I'm going to deliver to The Beverly Hills Blonds during this broadcast. VENTURA (eyeing Tony suspiciously) Wait a minute. What have you got planned, Schiavone? SCHIAVONE Hey, I'm just the messenger. VENTURA Well you'd better hope that message is a positive one, otherwise you might not make it out of here tonight in one piece. You might end up interviewing Malibu Thursday night, live from neighbouring hospital beds! SCHIAVONE Cute Jess, real cute. We've got a big night of action here, so without further ado let's send it up to ringside to Michael Cole and Johnathon Coachman, minus Caboose tonight sadly. Guys, take it away! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 *BREEEAAAK!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits and gets the same reaction from Baltimore as it does everywhere else, resounding boos as Christian Wright emerges through the curtain ready for action. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest of The Great Angle Bash 2006 is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming down the aisle...hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty three pounds. He is YOUR OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year... "THE NATURAL"... CHHRRRRIIISSSTTIIIIAAAANN... WWWRRRIIIIIIGGHHHTTT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Tearing away the hood from his jacket, Wright stops halfway down the walkway and looks around him into the crowd, clearly unimpressed. Wright glares down at one particular fan holding a rather noticeable "PIMPHEMOTH~!" sign, which is disapproved of both for the language and for the man it supports. Trouble is, Wright can't reach it because he's about 5 foot above the crowd. So he simply points a finger at it's holder, before striding on to the ring and enters with his head held typically high. COLE Well, we're looking at many months in the making here. This one dates back to February when Christian Wright, then HI-YAH World Heavyweight Champion, lost the title to Zack Malibu amid some controversy. Ever since then, he and Bohemoth suffered long losing streaks, lacking in confidence and with discension in the ranks. And that was because Wright blamed the mishaps solely on Bohemoth. That all came to a head at OAOAST Syndicated when Wright and Bohemoth lost their match against the OAOAST Tag Team Champions The Heavenly Rockers. Christian took his chastisement a little too far and took a Spinebuster for his trouble. Bohemoth has finally stepped out on his own and this will be the first ever meeting between these two former partne... COACH Ah ah ah! Didn't you listen to a word CDub said to you on Thursday. They weren't 'partners'. Bohemoth was CDub's bodyguard and he started to do a terrible job, so he got ditched. COLE I think that's a little revisionist, but whatever you say Coach. COACH Come on Mikey. Without Christian, Bo never would have been a wrestler and you know it. He'd still be fighting in bars and nightclubs. Christian made him a star and he got stabbed in the back for his trouble, like Hamlet or Julio Ceaser! "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" The crowd begin to show their support for Wright's former bodyguard early, causing him to lean out of the ring and demand they pipe down. Not gonna happen. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The roaring nu-metal sounds of "Liberate" by Disturbed roar out through the arena and the crowd, simply put, go banana. Wright can only watch and listen on as Bohemoth then makes his way through the Great Angle Bash entrance way, The Meterosexual Monster not suited but still looking stylish as he strides down the walkway to the ring. BUFFER And, introducing his opponent. Hailing from Greenville, South Carolina and weighing in at two hundred, eighty four pounds. He is "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHEEEEEEEEEMMOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!" "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Making short work of the rampway, Bohemoth enters the ring...but only gets halfway through the ropes before Wright gets the jump on him! *DINGDINGDING!* COLE And we are underway in a hurry! Wright clubs away on Bohemoth with forearms as he struggles into the ring and manages to push The Natural back, putting the forearms to a stop as he barges Wright back into a corner with the shoulder! Bohemoth then follows in with another shoulder barge...and another...and another...and another! The quick start by Wright is all for nought now, as Bo backs out of the corner and brings Wright with him, flinging him across the ring with an irish whip that sends him HURTLING into the turnbuckles opposite!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Good Lord, Bohemoth has come out here fired up! The natural cool and calm is long gone! COACH Well, according to you he's been waiting for four months for this. Pulling himself out of the turnbuckles, Wright stumbles out towards the centre of the ring. Bohemoth is straight in after him, looking to take his head off with a clothesline. But Wright is able to duck the clothesline... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and fires off a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...make it three. Bohemoth is still standing and has taken these three shots quite comfortably, sending Wright into an understandable panic. Hitting the ropes, Wright looks to get some extra momentum behind his next attack. However, before he can actually attack, he's sent spiralling overhead courtesy of a backbody drop from Bohemoth! COLE That's some scary power there! Wright pulls himself right back up and Bohemoth is waiting on him, pressing him overhead and slamming him down to the canvas! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And that's even scarier! That's two hundred and thirty three pounds being gorilla pressed there like nothing! Already looking dis-orientated, Wright hauls himself back off the canvas and does the wisest thing he could...he tries to beg off from his former bodyguard. That would be an even better strategy, were it not for Bohemoth blatantly disregarding it and booting him in the jaw, with enough force to send Wright rolling out of the ring and to the floor. Assigned referee Slick Johnson prevents Bohemoth from following him out to the floor, giving Wright time to regroup on the outside, asking for a time-out. Bohemoth doesn't feel like giving him that though, shoving referee Johnson aside... ...and getting NAILED from behind by Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace of The South Central Militia!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wai...WAIT A MINUTE! What the hell!? COACH HAHA! What did he tell you Mikey, he told you, he told us all he was going to outsmart Bohemoth! COLE Outsmart him!? Damnit he set him up! *DINGDINGDING!* Referee Slick Johnson calls for the bell as Vincent Ford joins in the beatdown, the Militia putting the boots to Bohemoth to the disgust of the crowd. Climbing back to the apron, Christian Wright picks up where he left off three days ago and directs traffic, with Ford and Wallace getting the better of Bohemoth and this time, seemingly keeping it. Out comes the billy club from "One Eye" as Ford gets a running start and boots Bo in the jaw. *DINGDINGDING!* Again the bell sounds, the referee completely throwing this one out as Wallace leaves the ring and holds Bohemoth's arms, his throat draped across the top rope and his back now totally exposed as Christian Wright picks up the billy club. This isn't his style though, so he passes the club off to Ford... *THWACK!* ...his morality not stretching to watching a gang attack, as Ford brings the club down into the spine... *THWACK!* ...again... *THWACK!* ...and again... *THWACK!* ...and again... *THWACK!* ...and again! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* COLE This is ridiculous! Get some security out here, this is a three on one mugging! "Whitey" throws down the club and throws his hands up for the crowd, as Marcellus now rolls back into the ring and gives Bohemoth another kick to the ribs. The Meterosexual Monster is down and he's not getting up, especially as Marcellus punts another two kicks into the ribs for good measure. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE!! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" Backing off at Wright's request, The South Central Militia seem pleased with their handiwork and remonstrate with the fans. Meanwhile, The Natural stands over Bohemoth and cracks a wry smile before throwing up his hands and exiting, with his work for the night done. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE What a crock that was. We barely got the match started and Christian Wright's hired guns, The South Central Militia, came out and put a beatdown on Bohemoth! Wright had absolutely no intention of wrestling this match at all, he had no intention of accepting the challenge! COACH Hey, you don't know that! COLE He got himself disqualified barely two minutes in! What does that say to you Coachman, because to me that says 'I have no intention of wrestling Bohemoth tonight'! COACH Oh come o... COLE No, you come on! This was supposed to be a feature match on the card and we get this!? COACH Well, England did win on Sunday... COLE ... COACH ...yeah I know, fourth wall, yadda yadda. What's next? What's next, Coachman, is swooping backstage to out good friend Tony Schiavone who is standing by outside of a locker room door. Over-stated as ever, the big gold star complete with blinking lightbulbs on each point says it all. 'BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS'. Looking a little nervous, Schiavone waits for his cue as we wait for the baying crowd in the ring to be faded out. SCHIAVONE Okay, we promised the announcement as you can see, I'm standing outside of The Beverly Hills Blonds' locker room. Why they need a locker room when they're not in action is anyone's guess, but I'm told that it was on their list of PPV demands. That aside, we have a big announcement to...well, announce to the Blonds, so here we go. *KNOCKKNOCK!* ... *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!* ... SCHIAVONE Uhm...Hello? MACKENZIE (muffled) Just leave them outside! SCHIAVONE Leave what? MACKENZIE (muffled) Are you deaf!? Leave them and go! Go! Be gone! SCHIAVONE Mackenzie, it's Tony Schiavone, I'm here to do an interview with you. After another awkward silence, footsteps can be heard from within the locker room. With a quick jerk the door opens and Mackenzie DeCenzo appears with arms folded, clearly not pleased to see Schiavone or the camera pointing at her face. In the background, Ned and Simon can be seen clawing themselves off of their individual black leather sofas as Mackenzie looks around the hallway. MACKENZIE You've got some nerve, disturbing us during our down time. Can't you read? 'Do Not Disturb'! SCHIAVONE There...there's no Do Not Disturb sign. Mackenzie scowls at Schiavone and turns around to point out his mistake...only to find no sign. MACKENZIE Ugghh...damnit, Simon, someone stole the sign again! Get onto security and have them find the little irritance that stole it and have them escort them off the lot! And get a new sign! SINGLETON I'll grab the marker pens. MACKENZIE What the hell do you even want Schiavone! SCHIAVONE Well, I'm here to deliver an edict, passed down earlier this weekend by HI-YAH Promotions' Board Of Directors. Now, the Beverly Hills Blonds won the HI-YAH Tag Team Championship one month ago. And while you have defended the titles since, you haven't defended them in the promotion's home country of Japan. Infact, you haven't been on any HI-YAH tours since winning the titles. So, HI-YAH have made the announcement that they want Ned and Simon to defend the titles in Japan within the next 40 days, or else you will be stripped of the championships! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd like the sounds of that. But surprisingly, Mackenzie doesn't seem all that bothered, flicking the hair from her face to reveal a confident smile. MACKENZIE Big deal! So we go to Japan and defend the belts? Who are they going to find to wrestle us exactly, The All American Boys? The Illuminators? The Love Doctors? The Beverly Hills Blonds are the finest tag team in the OAOAST's history and we have the record to back that claim up. Holders of both the OAOAST and the HI-YAH Tag Team Championships. Three-time OAOAST Tag Team Champions, I might add. They've beaten everybody from Black T to The Global Party Exchange to Zack Malibu to Chicks Over Dicks. We are the premiere tag team in this company! The bunch of losers and misfits that are stuck in Japan don't worry us one bit. SCHIAVONE Uhm...well, that's the other thing. MACKENZIE Huh? SCHIAVONE Well, see usually it would be a 30 day period to defend the titles. But the extension has been granted, because HI-YAH have already chosen your challengers. And...it will be D*LUX. This time Mackenzie doesn't seem quite so confident and stares at Schiavone, trying not to let her mouth go agape. And failing. SCHIAVONE Obviously Shayne Brave is currently out injured, but he has assured HI-YAH officials that he'll be cleared by the doctors by the end of July. Hence the 40 day time period. So, the question now is whe... *SLAM~!* Mackenzie can be heard ranting and raving from behind the now closed door, the Blonds' star now hanging wonky from the jolt. Turning slowly away from the door, Schiavone tries to laugh the incident off, adjusting his tie as he forces a smile. SCHIAVONE Mackenzie DeCenzo, apparantly unhappy with that announcement. And while I'm still able to walk, let's go back to ringside. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 COLE Coming up next, the 24/7 Championship will be on the line. Crystal versus Leon Rodez, one on one for the first time in OAOAST history. And right now, let's send it backstage to the lovely Maria who's standing by with the 24/7 Champion! COACH Oh boy oh boy oh boy! *STAR-WIPE'D~!* Back to Interview Central we go, to be greeted by the lovely smiling face of everyone's favourite interview personality, Maria. Not quite so jolly is Crystal, standing with arms folded beside her, with Gunner Sharps towering over the two females in the background. MARIA Crystal, tonight you defend your 7/11 Championship against Leon Rodez. Two weeks ago, Leon wrote you a really sweet poem and I thought that was really nice, but you seemed a little angry. My question is, are you happy tonight, because for the first time in ages you're wrestling someone who doesn't think you're a mean bitch? Crystal smiles, although it's clearly hiding her urge to punch Maria's lights out. CRYSTAL Well, I think it's just peachy! MARIA Leon's really cute dontcha think? CRYSTAL Yeah? MARIA Yeah! CRYSTAL Yeah? MARIA Yeah! Suddenly, Crystal's mood changes. Snatching the microphone from Maria's hand, Crystal piefaces "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CRYSTAL Go fetch your boyfriend a soda and get the hell out of here! (to camera) You see, it's ditzy bimbos like that which give women like me a bad name. And I'm sick of it! I'm a three-time 24/7 Champion and I deserve your respect. Now, I'm sure Leon is waiting behind that curtain right now and I presume there's at least one monitor there that's on me. So, I'm going to assume you're watching this right now Leon. Two weeks ago, you said you respected me. Well tonight is your chance to prove it. I realise that this belt is defended constantly and that you can't enforce regular wrestling rules when it's defended. But Leon, overactive labido or not, I know deep down that you're a gentleman. Gunner scoffs in the background, aware that Crystal isn't 100% serious. CRYSTAL And as a gentlemen, I'm going to expect you to wrestle a fair match tonight. No closed fists. No holding submissions if I'm in the ropes. And above all else...no weapons. As a small favour to you, I'm going to leave Gunner backstage tonight, bu... A hand on the shoulder stops Crystal as it seems this is the first Gunner's heard of the idea. Crystal whispers for him not to worry though. CRYSTAL ...but Leon, if you even so much as THINK of using an object on me, Gunner is going to walk down that aisle and I'm going to instruct him to snap your scrawny little neck in half, okay? See you in the ring, 'sweetie'. Bye-bye. Interview over now. *UN-STARWIPE* COACH I sure wouldn't mind using an object on Cry... COLE SO, should be an excellent match here! COACH Huh? Oh...sorry, didn't realise the cameras were back on me. Heh. COLE I miss Caboose. *GOOOOONG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." The Baltimore crowd rise to their collective feet and get their groove on in time with "Mama Said Knock You Out" cueing up over the P.A System, to greet the challenger out from the back. In a patriotic red, while and blue robe, Leon Rodez jigs out from the back. Carrying with him in his hand one single red rose. Understandably the women in the crowd grow louder for that, hoping that they will be the recipient of the rose, as well as possibly more that we can't really talk about this side of the watershed. To say Leon has eyes for only one woman tonight would be a blatant lie. But the rose cost 5 bucks and he's not going to waste it on someone other than his opponent. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship, to be contested under 24/7 Division Rules. There will be no disqualifications, no countouts and falls count anywhere in...well, anywhere. Introducing first at this time, the challenger. He hails from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is a former 2-time OAOAST 24/7 Champion... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLEEEEEEEEOOOOOOONN RRRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Reaching the end of the rampway, Rodez does a mini bow before placing the rose in his mouth, careful not to bite down on a thorn. Off comes the robe and in leaps Leon with a quick spin and a wave for his fans. COLE So, one of the most eagerly anticipated matches on tonight's card upcoming, perrenial ladies man Leon Rodez against the greatest female wrestler in OAOAST history, Crystal. One former World Champion and one man who many consider a potential future World Champion, it promises to be a great technical match, assuming we don't get any 'distractions'. COACH Such as? COLE Well there's Gunner Sharps, the fact that weapons are legal, the possibility of half the roster running in and trying to win the title, Leon's infatuation with Crystal and Crystal's attitude in general. And that's just the obvious. With the rose still between the teeth, Rodez goes through a quick warm-up routine in the centre of the ring, as the screeching guitar intro to "Plug In Baby" by Muse rips through the arena. The doors part and to a chorus of boos, the 24/7 Champion emerges...alone, keeping her promise to leave Gunner in the back. Stopping on the stage, Crystal looks around at the red, white and blue decor with disgust. "I've exposed your lies, baby The end of me's no big surprise Now it's time, for a change aaagain Cleansing everything to forget your love *doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo* *BOOOOOOOOOOM~!* Rodez gets the same look of disgust, as Crystal strolls down the ramp, shooing away the abuse of the fans as well as the smoke from the pyrotechnic display. BUFFER And introducing the opponent! She hails PROUDLY from Coquitlam, British Columbia in her home nation of Canada... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Ooh, cheap heat. I love it! BUFFER ...and weighs in at one hundred, fifty pounds. She is the first and only female World Champion in OAOAST history. And, she is also the three-time, current, reigning and defending OAOAST 24/7 Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, she is... CCRRRRRYYYYYYYYSSSTTAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Despite the sound booing, Crystal does get applause from her opponent. Trouble is, it's unwanted applause. Crystal turns away from Rodez and his support, removing her jacket (which Kidman still doesn't realise is stolen I guess) and basically throwing it at a female stagehand. With a snarl to the crowd, Crystal then enters the ring and stares across the ring at Rodez. Disconcerted, Crystal adjusts the 24/7 Championship so that it's over her shoulder, because Leon's gaze is apparantly unable to go any further south than her chest for some reason anyway. COLE Wow, look at that look of disgust on Crystal's face. COACH I know that look. COLE Me too. Just not from Crystal. With challenger and champion staring each other down, referee Charles Robinson tries to get the formalities out of the way as he tries to take the 24/7 Title from Crystal. Crystal snatches it away from him and holds it in the air for Leon and the crowd to see, before finally surrendering it to Robinson, who also holds it in the air, displaying the prize on the line. One formality is left though. Cautiously crossing the ring, Rodez drops to bended knee in front of Crystal and offers up the rose, crossing his heart to show he's genuine. And with her best pretend delight, Crystal takes the rose...before wrapping her hand around the flower and twisting the petals right off, throwing the useless stem out of the ring. COACH I know what that feels like too. COLE You need to get over her, seriously. Not used to be snubbed, especially so publicly, Leon meekly pushes back to his feet and tries to remain cool. At least until Crystal turns to the corner and limbers up, at which point he clutches at his broken heart. Whether he's being sarcastic or not, who knows? COLE So, we've got the traditional presenting of the rose from challenger to champion out of the way, a tradition that dates back to the Funks and the Briscos...we're ready to get underway, in what should be a tightly contested match. COACH Phfooey. Crystal's got this sown up. She's the former World Champion and therefore the better wrestler. And besides that, she doesn't have to win to retain the title, Leon has to beat her. COLE That's not strictly true, there's no countouts or disqualifications. COACH Yeah, but she can just hop in a cab and drive back to Canada mid-match. COLE Touché? COACH Damn right touché! *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell rings, Crystal drops into a fighting stance... *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* ...while Rodez gets the crowd behind him in some old fashioned rhythmical clapping. COLE The crowd are ready for this one too, first-time ever. I'm sure for many a dream match. COACH Or in Leon's case a wet dream match. Rodez dances along to the beat as Crystal scowls out at the crowd, yelling at them to "pipe down" before advancing on her not so secret admirer. Lunging forward, Rodez tries for a lock-up but Crystal evades and sneaks behind with a waistlock. Not the most powerful, Crystal can't stop Rodez from switching behind into his own waistlock though, trapping The 24/7 Champion in a vaguely compromising position and attempting a German. But Crystal hooks her leg around Leon's and blocks. Rodez tries again, only for Crystal to block again. So Rodez shoves Crystal off into the ropes, waiting for her to rebound back before dropping down. Hurdling over the challenger, Crystal runs on and comes barrelling back with a shoulder block, which proves ill-advised as it's she who goes down as a result. As Crystal goes down, Rodez shows off TEH GUNZ~! before hitting the ropes at the side, vaulting over Crystal and charging back...but Crystal counters with an armdrag from out of nowhere! Skidding to a halt by the ropes, Rodez pulls himself to his knees and applauds Crystal, shaking his arm out as he climbs back to his feet. COLE Leon Rodez, the first to acknowledge his opponent's abilities. COACH Eh, he's just sucking up. Cautiously the two meet in the middle of the ring and lock up, Rodez quickly applying a side headlock. Rodez drops to one knee to add more leverage, but Crystal goes to the ribs repeatedly with forearms to weaken The Silky Smooth One up before sending him off into the ropes. Again, Rodez knocks The Female Phenom down with a shoulderblock and again goes to the ropes. But this time, he fakes out on a clothesline, causing Crystal's armdrag attempt to fail miserably. A smirk creeps onto Rodez's face as he reaches down and grabs Crystal's arm...but Crystal suddenly kips up and gets her armdrag, much to the surprise of Rodez who rolls defensively to the corner! COACH Yeah! There we go baby gurl! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd don't so much boo the athleticism as the blatant arrogance that follows, as Crystal flicks at her hair before pointing to Rodez and asking aloud what the fuss is about. COLE Nice fast-paced action so far and so far, Crystal has come out on top. You have to wonder if Leon's head is properly in the game here tonight. COACH Of course it's not. And that's exactly why Crystal's posing. Look at Rodez, he can't take his eyes off of Crystal. When she flicks her hair back like that, everything around Leon goes into slow motion, like when the Baywatch chicks run down the beach. Briefly the two circle again before Crystal offers up a knuckle lock. Rodez is a little cautious knowing that Crystal isn't always the most honourable wrestler, but takes the bait and looks for a test of strength. Before he can get it though Crystal spins under the arm and takes Leon back into the hammerlock. Rodez crouches down and spins to face the champion, kicking her arms away to free himself and then taking Crystal down with a drop toehold. First up, Rodez then runs into the ropes as his opponent stands with a hand pressed to the nasal area. Bad nose and all, Crystal still manages a leapfrog though. Still running, Rodez hits the ropes again and Crystal is waiting and armdrags Rodez over. But somehow, The Silky Smooth One lands on his feet and dropkicks the surprised Crystal to send her sprawling out to the floor! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well there we go, Rodez had the armdrag scouted not once but twice and this time he comes out on top as a result. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Regrouping on the floor, the 24/7 Champion nurses her face again, getting absolutely zero sympathy from the crowd. Despite falls counting anywhere, 24/7, Leon doesn't follow to the floor and gives his opponent time to recollect her thoughts before she finally climbs back to the apron. COACH See Leon's treating Crystal differently than he would anyone else and that's only going to make her mad. She hates being patronised. Zack treated her like any guy he'd meet in the ring and that's what Crystal wants, she doesn't want to be treated with kid gloves just because she's a she. COLE Leon is generally an honourable wrestler at the best of times, but I see your point. What little 'killer instinct' Leon has, I doubt he's going to use it on Crystal, which may be a mistake. Crystal finally re-enters the ring and strides over to Rodez, pointing to her face. Looking strangely apologetic, Rodez offers some TLC (tender loving care, not a steel ladder in the jaw) but Crystal swats the hand away... *SLAP!* "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ...and SLAPS the taste out of The Silky Smooth One's mouth! Rodez recoils from the disrespectful slap and for a moment he seems ready to retaliate as he turns around, but thinks better of it. However, Crystal looks to call his bluff and offers her chin up, daring Leon to take a free shot! A wag of the finger suggests Leon won't take that option but Crystal continues to tease him on... COACH Aw no, he wouldn't hit a woman. ...before eventually stunning Leon with a boot to the gut! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Of course he wouldn't hit a woman, that's why Crystal dared him on in the first place! Crystal's toying with Rodez, using his emotions against him and if she wasn't such a bitch about it I might even call it smart. COACH Man, what's with the curse words lately Mikey? You take a paycut or something? Slapping on a front facelock, Crystal levers Rodez around into the centre of the ring and sets him up for a suplex. The 70 pound weight disadvantage comes into play, but from somewhere Crystal finds the strength to take Rodez up and over with the vertical suplex to some scattered applause but mostly boos. Crystal floats through on landing and quickly hits the ropes, tucking in the legs as she drops a knee across the chest. The cover is made... 1... 2... ...but Leon quickly kicks out. Bringing Rodez back up, Crystal slams a knee into the sternum on the way before re-applying the front facelock. Crystal then fires off a forearm across the back...and a second, before setting up for the suplex again. Only problem being this time, Leon blocks. COACH Uh-oh. Looking a little shocked from underneath Rodez's armpit, Crystal defiantly tries again. But again Leon blocks with a foot behind the Champion's, before turning the tables and taking Crystal up and over with the suple...NO! Crystal shifts her weight and lands behind Leon, putting all of her 150 pounds behind a Northern Lariat that sends Leon crashing face-first into the mat! Bouncing back up, it's now the challenger who clutches at his nose, while the Champion hits the ropes in front and connects with a more traditional Lariat, diving from the mat to get as much impact behind the strike as possible and to put Rodez down again. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE I'll tell you what, Crystal has deceptive strength! She just put a 220 pound man flat on his back... COACH We... COLE Don't even think about it. COACH Aw. Strutting around the ring in a typically arrogant type of way - and really, is there any other way to strut - Crystal seems in her element. This is even easier than she expected. Waiting on Rodez to get up, Crystal backs into a corner and drops into a crouching position, seeming more concerned with her hair than with her opponent until he reaches his feet. Rodez slowly turns around and Crystal suddenly charges, head down, diving in with a Spear... ...LEAPFROGGED! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Crystal scrambles back up across the ring and looks around, confused at the lack of physical collision. Two and two are eventually put together and Crystal turns around, to see The Silky Smooth One inexplicably doing jumping jacks! The confusion stops Crystal in her tracks and any opening to attack is wasted, as Rodez finishes his jump sequence and wipes down his rippling abs for the 24/7 Champion's pleasure! COLE Woah! How about those mind games! COACH What mind games? Leon showing off his abs isn't a mind game, it's a daily ritual, only this today there's no mirror in front of him. Unimpressed by the definition, Crystal angrily strides in... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lashes Rodez with a chop to bring him back to the world of reality! Rodez shakes it off and sets up to retaliate. But he thinks better of chopping back when he sees the target area... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...so Crystal lands a second chop. COLE Again, too much of a gentleman. Leon didn't want to put his hands on the merchandise, if you will. COACH I don't thi... COLE Coach, you don't have to make the obvious jokes, because they're obvious jokes. Pressed up against the ropes Rodez tries to duck low and try to wrestle with Crystal rather than be forced into striking a woman. No matter how hard she's hitting him. Crystal catches him coming in with a front facelock and lifts a knee into the face, putting Leon back against the ropes. Draping the arms over the top, Crystal then rears back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and connects with a chop again. Rodez's chest is slowly discolouring, one sight which Crystal is pleased by. The 24/7 Champion now wrings out the arm and sends Leon off into the ropes with an irish whip, then strides in with a back elbow to knock him down on the rebound. And with Leon down, Crystal quickly exits the ring and begins to climb the buckles, heading to the top rope. As she reaches the middle Crystal stops momentarily to taunt the crowd, informing them that she's got everything perfectly under control. Little does she realise that once she reaches the top, Rodez is up and striding in. Crystal begs off but Leon isn't a complete push-over and looks to send her off the top, Nature Boy style. Unfortunately though, Rodez can't seem to decide where to place his hands for the best, so instead settles for wrenching Crystal down by the arm, sending her tumbling off the top and down BUTT first into the mat! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE That'll need some tending to in the morning. COACH I'm sure tha... COLE ... COACH ...nevermind. Crystal rolls awkwardly over to her knees and begs off from the challenger in hope of a reprieve. But Leon has apparantly learnt his lessons and hauls Crystal up, backing her off the ropes and sending her in with an irish whip. Back shoots Crystal, to be met with an agile Standing Dropkick, catching her right across the jaw! Crystal lands with a jolt, but any concern from Rodez is momentary before making the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Bringing the Champion back up, Leon still seems reluctant to strike her at all and again settles for sending her off the ropes with an irish whip. This time Crystal is prepared and builds up a head of steam with an attempted clothesline. Rodez sees it coming though, ducking his head. Crystal hits the ropes on the opposite side and Rodez waits, sending her over with a backbody drop... ...but Crystal lands on her feet... ...and promptly collapses. CRYSTAL AAAH! AAH! MY KNEE, MY KNEE! COACH AH, HER KNEE! Referee Charles Robinson skids over to Crystal as she writhes in agony on the canvas, clutching her right knee and screaming in pain. Rodez has come to a stop now and looks on anxiously. And as he comes over to check on the 24/7 Champion Robinson moves him back, making sure he doesn't attack. "SHE'S FA - KING!" "SHE'S FA - KING!" "SHE'S FA - KING!" "SHE'S FA - KING!" COACH How come they get to make double entendrés and I can't!? Crystal continues to squirm around on the mat, backed up into a corner as she whimpers for Robinson to keep Rodez held back. COLE Well, Crystal looks to have blown her knee out, but... COACH But!? But nothing, she's hurt! She could have torn a ligament or popped the knee right out of the socket. I mean, you know what happened to Michael Owen. COLE Uhm...no. COACH C'mon Mikey, World Cup. It's only the biggest international sport competition in the world. COLE Yeah, but if it doesn't concern America then I don't care. Still concerned over his 24/7 crush, Rodez holds his hands up and co-operates with Robinson, backing off across the ring. Still Crystal favours her knee and even the fans who had been questioning her validity are beginning to sober now. With this delay going on, Rodez turns to a neutral corner and starts some stretches, trying to prevent his muscles from going cold and tightening up. But, this proves an altogether too trusting move, as suddenly Crystal scrambles out of the corner and RUNS across the ring on her 'bad' knee, dropkicking him in the ass in mid squat and causing him to lunge shoulder first into the middle turnbuckle!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That's ridiculous!! Is she half-Italian or something? COACH See, you DO pay attention to the World Cup! COLE She was faking it the whole time, knowing that Rodez would be too trustworthy to attack her! That's the oldest trick in the book. And Leon fell for it purely because of his schoolboy-esque crush on Crystal! Crystal puts the boots to Rodez in the corner, ignoring the abuse from the fans and the protests from referee Robinson, angry at being conned much to Crystal's amusement. "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" Shooing Robinson away, Crystal brings Leon back to his feet and nails him with a forearm. And a second. Grabbing the arm, Crystal then whips Rodez out into the opposite corner, following him in with a clothesline. Another whip sends The Silky Smooth One right back into the corner he came from where he remains prone for a second corner clothesline. Leon favours his shoulder as Crystal then drags him out into the centre of the ring by the hair, holding him in place as she springs off her feet with a standing dropkick! After a quick bow for her not-so adoring Baltimore fans, Crystal then follows up with the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Crystal is still in control of proceedings and casually lays in a couple of kicks on Rodez, before finally sitting him up. A quick backstep later... *SMACK!* ...and Crystal lays in a Dragon Kick to the spine! *SMACK!* ...and a second, before running into the ropes ahead of Rodez... *SMACK!* ...and striking him in the face with a running basement dropkick!! COLE There's some killer instinct from Crystal, no compassion shown with those kicks! 1... 2... Kickout! Crystal gives Robinson a sideways look to show her displeasure with the count, as she clambers back to her feet. Trying to get back to his feet, Rodez is met by Crystal as she lands a knee to the side of the head. She only gets a glancing blow, but it's enough to daze Leon as she pulls him back up, executing another vertical suplex. Crystal then drags Rodez across the ring by the arms, setting him next to the turnbuckles. Next destination for Crystal now is the middle rope, not wasting any time playing to the crowd this time as she simply drops off the middle rope... ...landing with her entire body weight across Rodez's gut with a Double Knee Press!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Uugh...man, what a landing that was! 150 pounds, knees first, driving all the air out of the challenger's lungs! Tucking and rolling on landing, Crystal watches as Rodez struggles around on the mat holding his gut. Smug just isn't the word. Rising to her feet, The Crown Jewel flicks the hair from her face and holds her hands to the side for the crowd as if to say 'How do you like me now'. And the kind answer would be 'Not a lot, dear lady'. "LET'S GO LE - ON!" "LET'S GO LE - ON!" "LET'S GO LE - ON!" "LET'S GO LE - ON!" CRYSTAL LET'S GO LEON, MET'S MO MEH MEH...SHUT UP!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Noticing Rodez beginning to climb back to his feet on the AngleTron, Crystal gets her focus back on the match and scurries into the corner opposite The Silky Smooth One. Crouched down, Crystal waits. And waits, encouraging Rodez to turn around. Still winded, the challenger holds a hand to his gut as he wheels around...and gets Speared by Crystal! COACH Spear! Spear! She got it this time! Crystal comes up to one knee and screams at Robinson to count, as she hooks a leg... 1... 2... Shoulder up! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The Spear wasn't enough, but you can see that Crystal has found a focus point. She's focusing all of her offence on the ribs and the gut of the challenger, which sets him up for the Diamond In The Rough and of course The Crystalling. COACH Smart wrestling, Mikey. That's why my girl's a former World Champion. COLE Let's not forget that The Crystalling is what won Crystal that title. She made Zack Malibu submit to that very move and Leon is a similar build, similar height...if Crystal can lock it in, she knows she's capable of making Leon tap out. Using the ropes to help him up, Rodez lumbers back across the ring and into Crystal who charges in with a firm kick to the gut. Crystal slams the flat of the boot into the gut a second time, taking obvious pleasure from each yelp and shout of pain she elicites in the process. Another whip sends Leon into the ropes, Crystal laying in wait with a kitchen sink knee, connecting in just the right area with the right force to send Leon tumbling head over heels on impact. COLE Would you look at the look on Crystal's face. She is loving every second of this. It's a good job not all women are like this when you express unwanted interest, huh Coach? COACH You'd be surprised. Collecting Leon and bringing him back up, Crystal drives a knee into the gut to help manoeuvre him back into the corner. The arms get draped over the buckles as Crystal then lashes out... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second, before paintbrushing him across the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Despite this Rodez still doesn't strike out, instead palming Crystal away to try and create space to exit the corner. Crystal blocks him off however, driving him back into the buckles with a shoulder barge. Another. A third. And a fourth, leaving Rodez suitably weakened as he slumps seated on the bottom turnbuckle. He's soon picked back up by the 24/7 Champion though, taking Rodez out of the corner with a snapmare. Re-positioning Rodez around onto his knees, Crystal then grabs the arms and crosses them across the throat in a Japanese Stranglehold. That puts Leon in enough of a unpleasant position as it is. But Crystal isn't done, as she falls back and brings up the knees, arching Rodez's spine across those knees in a unique submission hold! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I don't know what the heck you call that, except excruciating! Rodez's body is being bent and contorted in ways it really shouldn't go in this move, referee Robinson hovering over him looking for a submission. The fact that one of Leon's arms is cupped over his mouth is going to make that tough. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" But the sort of shake of the head tells Robinson that Rodez isn't ready to quit yet, as he tries to get his legs out from underneath him in order to escape. Crystal continues to wrench away to try and change that though. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd try to will Leon to fight out of the hold and he finally manages to get one foot from under him, now only on one knee. Crystal realises this though and quickly lets go of the arms, pushing her legs out and pushing Rodez off, sending him falling face-first into the middle turnbuckle in front of him! COACH HA! That's some great ring awareness there, she ain't just a pretty face my gurl! COLE Rodez is hanging in, but the damage has been done with that hold. COACH Oh, definately. Crystal's clearly working that back over ready for The Crystalling like you said and that'll do that and then some. Crystal brings Rodez up in the corner again and again, opens him up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for a chop. A little more methodical than usual, Crystal takes her time with an irish whip but gets reward from it as Rodez bounces out of the turnbuckles with a hand pressed to the back. Out Rodez staggers, into a boot to the gut from Crystal. Crystal then steps to the side and lands a sharp back kick to the gut, before hooking up the arms and setting for a Butterly Suplex. Up goes the lift...but Rodez goes deadweight and blocks. However, in doing so he seems to tweak his back, allowing Crystal to re-butterfly the arms and finally take Rodez over with the Butterfly Suplex! Not done there, Crystal hangs onto the arms on landing and rolls through, struggling to bring the 220 pounder up with her but eventually managing to do so. COLE Rolling Butterflies, trademark Crystal here. Finally getting Leon up, Crystal sets up again and takes the challenger up and over with a second Butterfly Suplex. Again Crystal maintains the double underhook and with a roll through she brings Leon to his feet for a third and final time. A quick pause and a smile earns Crystal a round of boos from the Baltimore crowd, but she shrugs it off and she sets... ...but the wrestling 'rule of 3s' bites her in the ass, as Rodez blocks the third Butterfly and backdrops Crystal overhead to counter!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, that wasn't quite trademark Crystal! She took too much time on the third suplex and pays the price! COACH Ref, stop the match, I think she hurt her knee again... COLE Give me a break Coach. Falling to his knees after the backdrop, Rodez clutches his back and takes the chance for a breather, forcing Robinson into laying a double count on the two competitors. "ONE!" COACH Should Robinson be counting them down with 24/7 Rules? "TWO!" COLE I have no idea. Trying to make sense of the 24/7 Championship and Division is beyond most mere mortals. "THREE!" COACH And you're no mere mortal. HOLLA~! "FOUR!" COACH ...no, wait...that was supposed to be an insult. "FI...!" Crystal has milked the count long enough and comes back up, Rodez not far behind but clearly the wearier of the two. Taking advantage of that fact, Crystal strides in with a quick knee to the gut before landing a forearm strike. Rodez knows he has to fight back now and forgets about his strike ban, still not striking the Female Phenom in the face though as he instead lands a forearm to the gut. Back comes Crystal with a quick succession of right hands though, before backing Leon off the ropes and shooting him off. A clothesline misses the mark though, Rodez ducking under and charging back with a flying forearm... *OOF!* "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT CRYSTAL DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!! COACH HOLLA! The dropkick catches Rodez right in the ribs and sends him plummeting back to earth, where Crystal quickly cradles him up in a pin... 1... 2... Shoulder up! And this time, Crystal doesn't agree with the count and takes her protests up with Charles Robinson. COACH Dat's right, you tell him baby gurl! Blatant sexism! COLE Sexism!? COACH Yeah! Are you telling me it's coincidence that there's no female referee to referee a Crystal match? COLE There's no female referees, period...which might be sexist, but that's besides the point! Calming her frustrations down Crystal goes back on the offence with some stomps on the still grounded challenger. Five and then six connect before Crystal roughly hauls Leon back up and shoves him away into the ropes, where he ends up draped over the top. Crystal quickly notices where she is and steps out of the ring, onto the PPV entrance walkway in front of Leon, where she lands a right hand. Still Leon remains draped over the top, so Crystal locks on a front facelock and runs a thumb across the throat, the universal sign for 'IT'S OVAH~!' COLE Crystal's looking for a suplex on the rampway! And remember, falls count anywhere and no disqualifications, this is going to be perfectly legal. Crystal reaches in over the top and grabs the tights, ready for the suplex. But Rodez is ready for the suplex also, managing to wrap his leg around the middle rope and block. Confused, Crystal tries again...but again, Rodez is going nowhere, the leg still tangled safely around the ropes. A third attempt fails too, before Leon takes his arm over and sets up Crystal, bringing her up and in with the suplex...NO! Crystal lands safely on her feet in the ring, wheeling Rodez around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for another chop! COLE Wow, a lucky escape there for both Champion and challenger! Breathing a quick sigh of relief, Crystal makes sure Rodez is softened up before she hits the ropes. Rodez stumbles in as Crystal charges with arm wielded, looking for a clothesline...CAUGHT! Grabbing the arm with his left, Rodez spins behind into a half nelson, only to take a quick succession of elbows to the jaw... *CHING!* ...AND A LOWBLOW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Perfectly legal, I'm afraid. COACH And completely justified too. That'll cool those jets a little. As Rodez slumps to his knees and holds his 'asset' as Crystal turns to meet him, landing a kick to the chest before bringing Rodez up by the arm. A wring of the arm sets up an irish whip... ...but Leon reverses, sending Crystal in towards the turnbuckles. Crystal is wise to this and plants her hands on the top rope, pushing herself up and over the oncoming Rodez. Only, Rodez isn't oncoming. Hanging back, Rodez waits until Crystal lands and realises there's no-one in front of her before running in, snaring the head on his way past Crystal and running up the turnbuckles, somersaulting back over and PLANTING Crystal with Sliced Bread #2!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Feedback THIS~! COACH Do it. Do it do it do it. Do it. COLE But Leon can't capitalise! He landed on his front, right on the chest and the ribs that Crystal has worked on during the match! Both challenger and Champion are down, Rodez favouring his gut as he rolls around on the mat and away from Crystal. But he manages to suck it up and ignore the pain long enough to crawl agonisingly back over, slowly finding his way back to Crystal and draping an arm over the chest with a pin attempt... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He took too long. Rodez just took too long to capitalise and he gave Crystal a window back into the match. COACH You've gotta give Crystal credit. She worked on the ribs and it paid off for her. COLE That it did. Rodez and Crystal both roll away from one another and climb back to their feet, Crystal throwing the first strike as she goes for a right hand. Rodez blocks it though, snatching on a quick side headlock rather than strike back. A forearm to the ribs from Crystal has more effect than usual with the ribwork though. And after an elbow to the gut, Crystal escapes, pushing Rodez off into the ropes. Back rebounds Rodez and Crystal catches him, ducking her head and lifting Leon up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry...but she can't hold it, allowing Leon to slide down the back and wrap on a waistlock. And before Crystal can think about another lowblow, Rodez runs her forward into the ropes and rolls back... ...but comes up empty handed, as Crystal hangs onto the ropes. A tap of the temple shows Baltimore that Crystal thinks she's mighty smart. But she's not smart enough to guess Leon will roll through and try again, this time taking Crystal over with the O'Connor roll... 1... 2... CRYSTAL GRABS THE TIGHTS AND REVERSES... 1... 2... Leon reverses again...but Crystal is able to hang on on her way over, bringing Leon down in a waistlock that leaves both with their shoulders on the mat... DOUBLE 1... DOUBLE 2... DOUBLE KICKOUT!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well thank goodness the match didn't end like that! The Division's hard enough to understand as it is, without having double champions. COACH Again. Crystal is able to catch Leon on the way back up with a quick boot, which buys her some time to recollect her thoughts. Ducking behind, Crystal grabs a rear waistlock and looks for a German. Rodez is able to use his weight advantage to prevent being taken over, so Crystal instead trips The Silky Smooth One with a quick double leg takedown to plant Leon on his face. Stepping over, Crystal then reaches down and crosses the legs over, tucking them underarm and sitting back WITH THE CRYSTALLING!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH SHE'S GOT IT! COLE The Crystalling is locked in! Crystal has the Crystalling applied and now we see if the ribwork was enough! COACH Of course it's enough, of course it is! Dropping to a knee, Crystal has the hold locked in tightly and Rodez is all tied up! Shouting out in pain the challenger claws forward and tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Crystal's knee is planted in his back which is preventing him from crawling as he would in a regular crab. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Crystal's 150 pounds is keeping Rodez down for now as Robinson is right in his face, looking for the submission to end the match. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Rodez tries to push him and get his hands underneath him. Crystal keeps him pressed down though. CRYSTAL TAP DAMNIT, TAP!! Not giving in to Crystal's demands (at least not this one), Leon tries again to push up. When that doesn't work though Leon knows he has to settle for what he can get as he claws and claws and claws at the canvas, shuffling slowly across the mat, relying on his weight advantage to once again see him through. COLE We've seen Rodez's heart and desire displayed so many times in the past and we're seeing it all over again here! He's not giving up! COACH Give it time Mikey! Leon has made up a few crucial inches and now the ropes are in sight, Crystal looking around nervously as Leon makes another shift forward. And despite the shaking of the head from The Crown Jewel, Leon is reaching out, the ropes mere inches out of his grasp now! One more crawl should do it and with a cry of anguish Leon forces himself up despite the pressure of the knee weighing down on him, getting his hands underneath him... ...lunging out... ...and... ...HE REACHES THE ROPES!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ROBINSON C'MON, BREAK THE HOLD CRYSTAL! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Knowing there are no disqualifications, Crystal steadfastly refuses to release the hold despite the protests of referee Charles Robinson! That leaves Leon in the hold for a few more excruciating seconds, before finally Crystal throws down the legs and strides away, furious that she couldn't get the submission. COLE Leon Rodez, doing what his former tag team parter Zack Malibu didn't two years ago and escaping The Crystalling! But again, the damage has still been done. COACH Damn right! He escaped this time, next time he ain't gonna be so lucky! C'mon Crystal! Rodez remains down clutching at his back as Crystal strolls around the ring, hands on hips. The Crystalling didn't work and now, it's time for Plan B. Sliding out of the ring, Crystal strides over to the timekeeper's table and shooes away Michael Buffer, grabbing the steel chair from under him and hurling it into the ring. The crowd disapprove of this tactic but it's perfectly legal. So is grabbing the ring bell and the 24/7 Title belt and bringing them into the ring too. COLE So much for the technical wrestling match. Crystal's bringing in the plunder. COACH And the great thing is she's got free reign to use it. I mean, Leon's not gonna pick up the bell and smash my baby gurl in the face with it, because he's such a 'nice guy'. COLE Not to mention the threat of Gunner Sharps coming out here. COACH Well, that too. Sliding back in, Crystal discards the belt but keeps the ringbell in hand as Leon climbs back to his feet. Still favouring his back Leon pushes himself away from the ropes and lumbers around, right back into the waiting Crystal... *DONG!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ...AND A RINGBELL TO THE HEAD!! COACH IT'S OVER! RING THE BELL! COLE I think Crystal just did! Throwing the bell aside, Crystal falls on top and hooks the leg, Robinson sliding into position... 1... 2... 3-NO!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT!? COLE HE KICKED OUT~! Crystal sits bolt upright, hands on her head in shock. Questioning the count she stands back up, getting right in the face of referee Charles Robinson who meekly informs her it was only two. So, furiously, Crystal picks the steel chair up and crouches down, waiting on Rodez to get back up. "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" "CRYS - TAL SUCKS!" Slowly to his feet, corny as it sounds Rodez's bell has truly been rung as he staggers back up and around. Crystal is waiting and quickly adjusts her grip on the chair, bringing it to the side of her head and swinging it like a baseball bat at Rodez's head...DUCKED! Rodez avoids the chairshot! Whipping around 360 from the momentum Crystal is then met with a boot by Leon, who snatches the chair away...and throws it away. COACH See! Told ya! With the chair out of the way, Rodez now goes for a dropkick. Crystal is able to swat it away though, sending Leon into an awkward landing. The lingering effects of the ring bell stop Rodez in his tracks, which allows Crystal to go to the gut with a boot. And with Rodez doubled over, Crystal quickly plants him with a DDT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE OH! First the ring bell and now the DDT, that's got to do it! COACH But she ain't done! Indeed, Crystal doesn't go straight for the pin, instead rolling Leon over onto his front and turning away from him. Extending her hands to the side to mock the fans Crystal then leaps and hits the Standing Moonsault, insult to injury as she hooks the leg... 1... 2... NO! SHOULDER UP! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH This is ridiculous, get a chick out here to count! Clearly Crystal has had enough and exits the ring again to retrieve the steel chair thrown out moments earlier, getting into a heated debate with some front row fans before she eventually slides back in. Rodez has brought himself up on the ropes in the meantime and Crystal measures him with the chair, charging in... ...and missing... *CLANG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...HITTING THE ROPES, WHICH REBOUND THE CHAIR BACK INTO HER FACE!! COACH OH NOEZ@! COLE A miscue! A miscue by Crystal...she knew Rodez wouldn't use the chair on her, but she hadn't reckoned on hitting herself in the head with the chair! Dazed and confused, Crystal drops the chair and wobbles backwards right into the waiting arms of Leon Rodez, who takes her over into a quick schoolboy... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Crystal is quickly back up but still dis-orientated, swinging wildly with a right hand that misses completely. Around she spins from the momentum and gets caught from behind, lifted up for a back suplex...only to get spun around a touch more by Rodez, who sits out with a Blue Thunder Bomb... COLE IT'S DA BOOM! 1... 2... 3 NOOOOO!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE No, only two! What an incredible match here at The Great Angle Bash, incredible! This time it's Rodez's turn to question the count with referee Robinson, although his questioning is noticeably more civil. Realising that he only got a two, Rodez limps back to his feet with a hand pressed to his back, trying to straighten his spine out seemingly. Crystal is slowly pulling herself up too and Leon provides an assist, helping her up to her feet. An irish whip sends her right off into the turnbuckles though, Leon wearily setting himself up and following in...and being met face-first with a boot! COLE Crystal got the blocks up and now, she's going up to the middle rope, taking a bit of a risk here. Stepping onto the middle rope, Crystal reels Rodez into a front facelock and twirls the finger, signalling for a Tornado DDT. But of course, signalling your next move can be a cardinal mistake in professional wrestling and it proves to be the case, as Rodez throws Crystal off in mid-Tornado! Crystal manages to land on her feet and charges back in...into a boot from Rodez! COLE And a return of the favour from the challenger! Away stumbles Crystal, as Rodez doesn't dwell on the fact he just kicked a woman in the face. Instead, he concentrates on his own hop to the middle rope. Instead of waiting for Crystal to come within reach, Leon takes the fight to her as he tumbles off the ropes, looking to Slam Dunk The Funk... ...but MISSES and ends up slam dunking himself ass first into the canvas!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Back up limps Rodez, turning around...into a SPEAR! COLE Spear again! She got it again! 1... 2... 3 OH WAIT, NO!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Frustratedly, Crystal crawls off of Rodez and across the ring, to once again retrieve the steel chair laying in the centre of the ring. This time Crystal doesn't take any chances and sets the chair up. She then grabs a handful of Leon's well-managed hair and lifts him up off the canvas, throwing him face-first into the seat of the chair where he stays, dazed. Crystal meanwhile backs up into the nearest corner and hops up to the middle rope, calling for the end. COLE What the hell has Crystal got planned here? We're about to find out, Mikey Cole, as Crystal stands tall on the middle rope. Getting a quick spring for momentum, Crystal then leaps off the rope... ...but, maybe we aren't going to find out after all, as Rodez emerges from the chair and catches Crystal coming down with an Inverted Atomic Drop!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! NOT THE BABYMAKER!! Crystal is stunned by the move, sparing Rodez enough time to twist back to back with her and hoist the 24/7 Champion up in a piggyback position. Cupping the head over the shoulder, Rodez then kicks the chair out of the way before turning...and dropping, jarring Crystal's jaw with the Backpack Stunner, also known as... COLE BANANA HAMMOCK! Crystal's head snaps back and she sprawls out in the middle of the ring, as Rodez sprawls back too, referee Robinson deeming this as a pinfall attempt... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE IT'S OVER! LEON RODEZ IS THE 24/7 CHAMPION AGAIN!! The crowd erupt as Leon stays lounged back over Crystal, totally spent from the gruelling match-up. Robinson raises his limp hand anyway, before retrieving the 24/7 Championship from beside him and placing it across The Silky Smooth One's waist. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... and the NEEEWW OAOAST 24/7 Champion... LLLEEEOOOOONN RRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZZ!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What a match! The first time ever these two faced off and all I can say after that is, when's the rematch? COACH I can bet that's what Crystal'll be saying too! Talk about a fluke...Crystal had him all but beat and somehow, somehow, Rodez eeks out the win. COLE And now all Leon has to do is get out of the arena without anyone else challenging him for the title. Sitting himself carefully up Rodez now cradles the 24/7 Title in his arms with a wry smirk, knowing that he went through a tough one to reclaim it. Crystal remains KOed behind him, as Leon rolls himself around and out of the ring, pulling himself up on the rampway. And with a last look back at Crystal, Leon graciously applauds his fallen opponent before gingerly limping back off down the rampway. COLE Credit where credit is due, Crystal put up one hell of a fight, whether you agree with some of the tactics or you don't. But Leon Rodez is now the three-time and current OAOAST 24/7 Champion coming out of The Great Angle Bash. A great match and speaking of which, we've still got the 2 out of 3 Falls, World Heavyweight Title match still to come! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 COLE It's now time for what...huh? Um, we're being told we need to head to the locker room! We have a camera back there? Good! Cut to a shot of chaos, as a group of referees run to what looks like a car wreck scene, where GIbraltar's standing over a laid-out Colombian Heat, surrounded by shattered pieces of tables and glass! Heat looks to be heavily lacerated, as Saint Andrew cackles commands to his 7-plus-foot giant from a-top a near-by ladder!! Referees attempt to calm the monster down, but he sends each one of them down with a punch to the face! COACH What the hell's going on?!?! Gibraltar then pulls up Heat to his feet, and literally has to drag Heat's useless body out of the building, with Andrew in-tow. They head to the VIP parking lot, where they find a very large white van with a gigantic windshield! Andrew tells Gibraltar to wait a second, while he runs away. Andrew shoves Heat into the car, holds him up, and lays into him with STIFF chops! Andrew comes back to the scene quickly, driving a forklift with a pallet platform attached to the jack! COLE What's THIS? Andrew orders his monster to climb onto the platform and bring Heat with him. He does, hooking Heat in a gutwrench as Andrew slowly raises the forklift. He gets the jack well over ten feet in the air before stopping it. SAINT ANDREW LOAD! Gibraltar lifts Colombian Heat up for a Dominator... SAINT ANDREW AIM! FIRE! Gibraltar comes down off of the forklift with an INSANE Dominator THROUGH THE DAMN WINDSHEILD AND HOOD! COACH MY LORD! The windshield's shattered to pieces, and flames fly out of the front of the car, as Gibraltar quickly leaps off, with small cuts all over his right arm from the glass! Heat rolls off of the car after a flame connects with him right in the face! Covered in blood and now BURNT, Heat briefly rolls around, trying to put the flame out, before succumbing to the unconciousness! A group of EMT's come out to surround Heat and possibly aid him, but Gibraltar, popping up from the ground since the fall hurt him too, scares them away! He lays his body on top of Heat's, and Andrew crotches down... SAINT ANDREW (slaps concrete with each count) ONE! TWO! THREE! COLE This isn't right! C'mon! Saint Andrew sees the cameraman and yells right into the boom mic... SAINT ANDREW YOUR WINNER....GIBRALLLLLTAAAAR! Gibraltar slowly gets to his feet, then growls and stands in place over his fallen foe, as Andrew leads him away...the EMT's FINALLY get to possibly aid the obviously-slayen Colombian Heat... COACH These two were scheduled to have an actual match after Heat's DQ victory on HeldDOWN~! a few weeks back! This is an act of cowardice, theivery....this is just flat-out bullcrap! The medical officials get a stretcher and slowly place the injured Colombian Heat onto it. COLE For the sake of this man's family, can we cut to something else?!?! We cut to the ring... PR vs. TK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) Cole: And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Heartland Championship match! This is feud that goes back to Anglemania, when the current OAOAST Heartland Champion, Brock Ausstin, brutally assaulted his challenger, Otaku II, breaking his ribs! Coach: All Brock was doing was proving to the world why he is "The Current Big Thing!" Otaku is a punk who hasn't done a single worthwhile thing during his entire time here in the OAOAST! He couldn't beat the Puerto Rican, it took Leon Rodez and a whole lot of cheating to dethrone him! Meanwhile, Brock Ausstin won the 6 Man Tag Titles and the Heartland Title from the man who is currently the OAOAST Heavyweight Champion, Alfdogg! I predict a quick victory for our proud champion! He's far too big and strong for Otaku to beat one on one! Cole: We'll just have to see, Coach! The slow buildup of Phil Lesh's version of "All Along the Watchtower begins as sky blue spotlights begins to flash on the arena. Otaku II walks out, wearing his RIP John Tenta shirt, followed out by Ayane Mitsui and Mike Guerriero. Michael Buffer: This match is for one fall, with no time limit! It is for the OAOAST Heartland Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighs in tonight at 215 lbs! Tonight, he seeks revenge on the man who brutalized him and destroyed his father's mask at Anglemania! He has made men of all shapes and sizes, from all parts of the world tap out to his Sharpshooter submission hold! He is OOOOOOO-TAAAAAAAAAK-UUUUUUUU TWOOOOOO! Otaku walks calmly down the ramp, his eyes locked on the ring. His hands are outstretched to slap the hands of the fans, but unlike Ayane and Mike, he's not actively reaching out to them. He hops onto the apron and gets into the ring, then pulls off his shirt, balls it up, and throws it into the crowd. The crowd roars its approval for the challenger. The camera goes back to the entrance ramp, which is filling with ominous smoke. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." this dreadful hymn brings out Brock Ausstin and Rick Heyross out to the ramp. Brock lets out a beastly scream as he looks to the heavens, holding up his Heartland Championship high and proud. Then he walks down the ramp, holding his bely up high with one hand, the other pointing at Otaku. Buffer: And, introducing the O-A-O-A-S-T Heartland Champion....he hails from Victoria, Minnesota and he tips the scales at 305 lbs! Tonight he wants to cement his name as the most brutal man in professional wrestling today! He has destroyed men with his devastating F-Stunner 5! He is THE CURRENT BIG THING! HE IS BROOOOOOOOOOCK AUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSTIIIIIIN! Brock finishes his walk down the ramp and does his HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! before leaping onto the apron, where she leans back, pulling the top rope and using it for momentum as he comes back and leaps into the ring, holding the title with his other hand and raising it to taunt Otaku, then climbs up a turnbuckle and raises the belt with both hands, drawing boos from the fans. The referee, "Lil' Naitch" Charles Robinson, call for Brock to give him the belt. Brock reluctantly does so, and, as Robinson shows Otaku the belt, Brock rips it from his hands and clocks Otaku with it! Robinson immediately calls for the bell so he can't use the belt again. Coach: People always talk about how Otaku is a thinking man's wrestling, but how brilliant is Brock Ausstin to use that belt when neither Lil' Naith or Otaku expected it? Cole: That's not brilliant, that's the madness that drives Brock Lesnar to try to cripple people! Coach: Madness isn't that far from brilliance, Cole. Cole: Just....shut up, Coach. Brock continues his assault, stomping his midsection, the still taped up ribs. Cole: He wants to break Otaku's rib again! He's not a man, he's a monster! Coach: Yes, he is a monster! He's the Heartland Champion! And there is no way that Otaku, an injured man, will be able to defeat the monster known as "The Current Big Thing." Robinson gets the belt out of the ring and has finally come to break up the Champ's attack, but Brock does not take well to it and starts stalking after him, but Robinson shows that he's the man in the referee shirt, but Brock doesn't relent. Then Charles Robinson CHOPS him and does the FLAIR STRUT Lil' Naitch: WOOOOOOO! Brock doesn't take well to the and picks up Robinson in a gorilla press....and THROWS CHARLES ROBINSON TO THE OUTSIDE! He lands hard. The other OAOAST referees come out to tend to their brother in arms while Tim White slides into the ring and goes right up to the reigning Heartland Champion and tells him he won't let Brock screw around anymore. Brock doesn't really bother to heed him and goes back to Otaku, but the challenger has had enough time to gather his wits and shoots in, getting a quick takedown, then tries to lock in the Sharpshooter, but Brock pushes him off. Cole: It looks like Otaku will have to weaken Brock's legs a bit before locking in his Sharpshooter. Brock gets to his feet and goes right after Otaku, clotheslining him hard and then going back to stomping the daylights out of Otaku, but he's holding the ropes, so Tim White forces him to break after a four count. Otaku takes the oppotunity to roll out of the ring and try to catch his breath. Cole: Brock is too angry, he's not using his head. He keeps doing something that gives Otaku a chance to catch his breath. Coach: It doesn't matter if Otaku can breathe, he can't hurt Brock Ausstin! Otaku rolls into the ring as White begins his count, and we have another standoff. Brock breaks it by punching Otaku once, twice, three times, then whipping him into the ropes. Brock lowers his head to set up the back body drop, but Otaku kicks his head, hard, and then picks the legs out from under him and drops an elbow on the right knee. And another! And now, Otaku looks for the figure 4...and he gets it! Otaku locks in the figure four! Cole: This is the opening that Otaku has been looking for since Anglemania! Finally, finally he gets a submission hold on Brock! He can hurt Brock without Brock being able to hurt him, unless Brock can turn them over! He's fighting to do so, but Otaku is determined to keep this figure 4 on, he's determined to hurt Brock. Coach: I don't think he'll get Brock to tap to this, though. Otaku II is no Ric Flair. Cole: But even if he doesn't make Brock tap out here, he's doing severe damage to the legs of Brock Ausstin! Otaku refuses to let Brock turn the hold over, so Brock pulls himself to the ropes, forcing a break. Coach: Did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT?!? Brock just pulled both of them to the ropes, that is crazy strength! Cole: But what kind of condition are Brock's legs after the figure 4 leg lock? Will he be able to stay on his feet and use that crazy strength? Otaku gets to his feet and raises an arm, rallying the crowd behind him while Brock struggles to his feet. Otaku gets ready...and waits.....and charges! Otaku tries a cross body block! But Brock catches him! Cole: Oh no! Brock powers him up and....rib breaker! The move hurts both men! Otaku writhes on the mat, holding his taped up midsection, while Brock clutches at his damaged knee! Otaku struggles into a corner, still dealing with the pain in his bad ribs, but he looks for an opening to get another hold on Brock, he knew he couldn't lift Brock in this state, so he needed to just get Brock off his feet. Brock, on the other hand, is absolutely furious AND hurt, so he's in an extra foul mood. Otaku stays in the corner, it looks like he just can't get going. Brock charges, looking to avalanche him into the corner, but at the last second, Otaku ducks and rolls him into a school boy....into the Sharpshooter! Cole: There it is, the hold Otaku has wanted to put Brock in, his Sharpshooter! He wanted to make Brock tap out for all of the pain he put Otaku through! Otaku drags Brock toward the center of the ring and really pulls back on the hold, trying to crank his legs and hips. Brock fights the pain as best he can, clawing toward the ropes. He gets close, so close, just a couple more inches away.....and that's right when Otaku tweaks it just that little bit more.... and Brock Ausstin taps out! Brock Ausstin taps out! Otaku lets go of the hold and falls forward onto his knees, soaking in the moment. Heyross complains to Tim White, but he has none of it, and hands Otaku the belt. Ayane and Mike help him to his feet, and Otaku raises the belt high. Buffer: Your winner......and NEW HEARTLAND CHAMPION.......OOOOOOO-TAAAAAK-UUUUUU TWOOOOOOO! Otaku kisses his wife and gives Mike a manly hug, then rolls out of the ring, holding the belt up for all to see as Heyross tends to Brock. Cole: He did it! He finally did it! Otaku finally tapped Brock Ausstin out! He's leaving the Great Angle Bash with the Heartland Championship! Edited June 28, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) A cold, dark voice begins to speak the ungodly hymn over the loud speakers, as smoke begins to cover the entrance way. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." * DING DING DING * Punishment by BIOHAZARD plays as Rick Heyross leads his team to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is for the One & Only Anglesault Thread WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! And it is set for one fall. Coming down the aisle, led by their manager Rick Heyross...at a total combined weight of 475 pounds...CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSS! COLE Team Heyross coming off a big win this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN~!, along with the Beverly Hills Blonds downing the team of The Heavenly Rockers and D*LUX when Charlie and Quentin hit Logan Mann with a devastating superkick/German suplex combination for the 1-2-3. First time The Heavenly Rockers have been pinned since winning the World Tag Team Championship at AngleMania V. COACH Team Heyross aren't a couple of push-overs. Pound for pound the best tag team in the OAOAST. And they're no strangers to gold either, apart of the first ever World 6-Man tag champions along with Brock Ausstin. COLE Tonight they'll look to add the OAOAST tag gold to their resumes as we go back to Michael Buffer. CUE: "Heart-Shaped Box" by Nirvana Multi-color spotlights shine on the entranceway as the Heavenly Rockers walk out onto the ramp to a thunderous ovation. No meet and greet with the fans, Synth and Logan heading straight for the ring. BUFFER And their opponents...from Sin City, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time and the reigning and defending heavyweight tag team champions of the wooooooooorld... THE HEAVENLYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRSSSSSSS! The Heavenly Rockers climb up the ring steps and keep close tabs on Team Heyross as they step through the ropes. What can only be describe as an intense staredown ensues, Synth and Logan handing over their tag team belts possibly for the last time to referee Charles Robinson. Charles gives Team Heyross a closer look at the belts, Charlie and Quentin rubbing the shiny gold plates for luck before Charles holds them up for every section in the arena to see. COLE That's what it's all about right there, fans -- the tag team championship of the world. And in the 5 year history of the Great Angle Bash there has only been one successful tag title defense, that being back in 2004 when Black T successfully defended against Hell's Hitmen. Rick Heyross takes possession of his men's wardrobe, gently tossing them over to the female attendent ringside. The faces of Rick and Team Heyross light up when they see Synth remove his leather jacket, exposing a black sleeve on his right arm similar to one which basketball superstar Allen Iverson wears. COACH (laughs) Everything just keeps getting better for Team Heyross. Not only is history on their side, but Synth is hurt. Look at the poor fella, Mikey. I'm sure he's only wearing that sleeve to cover up his heavily bandaged arm. It doesn't take long for Team Heyross to decide who will start the match, Quentin Benjamin stepping out on the apron. The same cannot be said for The Heavenly Rockers, however. Years of cocaine abuse having fried his mind, or maybe just a true competitior, Synth wants to start first but is talked out of it by Logan. COLE Logan understands what can happen if Synth lets his emotions get the better of him. They can lose the tag team championship. It's something they've worked so hard for, overcoming many mental and physical obstacles along the way. Charles Robinson pats down Charlie Moss and Logan Mann, also checking the kneepads and boots for hidden objects. One object overlooked by Charles is the small chain connected from the hook of Logan's leather pants to his pocket, which Rick Heyross calls him on. Charles examines the chain and agrees, ordering the Heavenly Rockers to remove them. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH Props to Rick Heyross. It's about time somebody finally called out the Heavenly Rockers for concealing a weapon. COLE Geez, Coach, you make it sound like Synth and Logan were carrying guns. COACH Answer me this, Mikey: Can a chain not be used as a weapon? COLE It can. COACH My point exactly. "YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Because fans love defiance of authority, they cheer wildly as Synth and Logan toss their chains to a couple of lucky fans seated in the front row, a move referee Charles Robinson is none too fond of but lets slide. COLE I'm surprised Rick Heyross isn't whining like a baby for a disqualification like he did this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! COACH The circumstances are different, son. The tag team titles weren't on the line Thursday night. * DING DING DING * The bell rings, and the legal participants lock-up, Charlie Moss kicking Logan Mann in the bread basket, a receipt for Mann's actions 3 days ago. Moss follows up with a right hand, backing Mann in the ropes and firing him across the ring. Logan ducks under a forearm shiver to the chest, bouncing off the ropes and decking Moss with a running elbow to the face! Charlie is quickly brought up to his feet and sent into the corner, the collision with the turnbuckles shooting him right out into a back bodydrop. A clap of the hands brings a back elbow to the left pec of Charlie, knocking the former All-American off his feet. Logan becomes a one man wrecking machine, leveling Team Heyross with running axehandle smashes. Synth enters the fray, along with Logan pairing off with Team Heyross in the corner as they climb up to the second turnbuckle and pumpel the self-proclaimed "Universe's Greatest Tag Team" with fists to the face! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! The Heavenly Rockers jump down and hurl Team Heyross into one another, disposing of Quentin Benjamin while Logan drags Charlie to the corner. Though it was Ned Blanchard who struck Synth's arm with the clapboard, it was Team Heyross who really took advantage of the situation with their title match looming, an act which the Heavenly Rockers haven't forgotten as they target the arm of Charlie Moss. Synth comes off the top with a knee to the outstretched arm of Charlie Moss! Moss wanders away from the corner clutching his arm, but doesn't get far. Full armdrag and twist into the armbar, the Synthmeister yanking on the arm like an old water pump. Knee to the midsection doubles Synth over, and as soon as Synth feels Charlie go for the arm he pulls it away and kicks Moss hard in the gut. Winded, Moss tags out. And much to their surprise Synth exits as well. COACH He's scared, Cole. Synth is wrestling scared. Once he felt Charlie go for the arm he got out of there as soon as he could. COLE Hell, I'd be scared too. You don't want to find yourself on the defensive against a team like Charlie Moss and Quentin Benjamin. Those two young men are future World tag team champions. Either tonight or somewhere down the line. Rick Heyross rags on Synth while Team Heyross flap their arms, actually showing some emotion as they call Synth a chicken. That lights a fire under Synth's ass, the Synthmeister demanding to be tag back in. "WE WANT SYNTH!" "WE WANT SYNTH!" "WE WANT SYNTH!" Logan looks to the crowd in awe, the chant of "WE WANT SYNTH" still ringing throughout the 1st Mariner Arena. Even though he knows the risk of letting Synth wrestle on an emotional high, Logan understands the feeling and goes with his gut, tagging in Synth! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The roof nearly blowing off the place as Synth steps through the ropes. Quentin and Synth circle around, Benjamin rubbing his hands together before locking up with the Synth-a-nator. Logan's worst fears are realized when Synth finds himself in an armbar, his knees buckling as Quentin applies more pressure. Synth faces Quentin and leans into his chest, his head firmly under Quentin's chin. JAWBREAKER! COLE Whatamaneuver! Quentin Benjamin sent reeling. Shoulderblock takedown knocks Benjamin off his feet. Quentin dropping down and leapfrogging Synth on the rebound. Benjamin catches Synth returning from the near side with a high elevated snap powerslam...but too high as Synth is able to land on his feet and drill Quentin square in the chest with a dropkick! Face-first into the Heavenly Rockers corner turnbuckle goes Benjamin. Following an exchange Logan jabs the jaw and midsection of Quentin Benjamin with sharpe left hands. Quentin is whipped to the far corner, and gets the boot up as Logan follows in. Down on a knee, his back turned to his opponent Logan doesn't see Quentin climb up ropes...and is driven face-first into the mat courtesy of a TOP ROPE BULLDOG!! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Logan fights back from his knees, punching Quentin in the stomach until he's up on his feet. Never one to shy away from bending the rules, Logan gouges Benjamin's eyes! Momentarily blinded, Benjamin is caught with a top rope double axehandle! Synth waits for the tag. And keeps waiting and waiting. His request for a tag waved off by Logan, stunning both Synth and the crowd. COACH They're both wrestling scared, Mikey. Logan doesn't want to tag Synth. The Heavenly Rockers are becoming the wrestling version of the Dallas Mavericks. They're cracking under the pressure! COLE His heart is in the right place, but Logan needs to make the tag. We all know the saying, "the champion doesn't have to beat you, you have to beat the champion," but even Logan can't beat two men the caliber of Charlie Moss and Quentin Benjamin on his own. COACH Why can't you say the brother's name first? Irish whip reversed, Logan sent running towards the ropes...and is drilled in the ribcage with a knee from Charlie Moss! COLE That's the last thing the Heavenly Rockers need -- another injury. Remember, Logan suffered a couple of cracked ribs when he and Synth were emboiled in a heated fued with Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. Tag made by Team Heyross. Charlie Moss now the legal man. Charlie repeatedly drives the knee into the ribcage, then grinding the knee into the spine while wrenching Logan's head back in a painful submission maneuver. Moss modifies the hold by placing Logan in some form of half-nelson dragon sleeper, the knee still pressed up against the spine of the back! COLE How quickly the tide turns in a tag team match. A minute ago Team Heyross were on the defensive, now they're on the offensive. The purpose of the hold not so much to pick up a submission as I don't think Team Heyross truthfully believe they'll get Logan to submit, although they'll take it, but rather to soften Mann up for the 1-2-3. COACH If he has any brains Logan would submit now and come back to fight another day. Isn't it ironic, Mikey, that Logan was intent on keeping Synth out of the ring as much as possible to prevent his friend from getting caught in a situation like he's in now? I bet he and Synth are wishing they never severed ties with Jim Cornette. This is the spot where a manager, a real manager and not some bimbo like Holly-Wood or Jade Rodez, would come in handy. COLE It's no fluke the Heavenly Rockers are World tag team champions, it's because of heart and determination. They were going down the wrong path in life and turned it around thanks to their fans and "some bimbo" named Holly-Wood. I'm sure she's watching at home rooting her man on like the 18,000-plus here in the 1st Mariner Arena. "ROCK 'N ROLL!" "ROCK 'N ROLL!" "ROCK 'N ROLL!" Lifeless in the middle of the ring, Logan's arm is raised up by Charles Robinson. It falls. 1... The arm is raised again. And again it falls. 2... COACH One more and it's over. Arm raised... Rick Heyross leaps onto the apron as the arm falls for a third time... NO!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Rick Heyross steps off the apron and slaps the ring apron in frustration. He thought it was over. But it's not. Logan kicking his arms and legs in the air, feeding off the adreanline of the crowd. Charlie is forced to adjust as Logan rises to his feet, turning the half-nelson dragon sleeper into just a regular sleeper hold. Logan's sweaty body and constant squirming cause Charlie to lose a strong grip, the sleeper now applied in an angle rather than a vertical base. It gives Mann the opening he needs to fire off a round of elbows to the sternum, breaking the sleeper! Logan charges off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Moss. Rick screams for a tag and gets just that as Logan nears the ropes on the other side, bouncing right back at both members of Team Heyross in the ring. Double hip-- NO! This isn't your daddy's hip toss. Team Heyross flip Logan over and catch him, cradling the legs before throwing him up in the air and slamming him down on their knees! DOUBLE HIP TOSS BACKBREAKER! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE COACH DAYUM~! Moss covers! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO!!! COLE Synth breaks up the pin. That saves the belts for now, wheather Logan likes it or not. And who would've thought we'd be saying that? Normally you'd want your partner to make the save if absolutely necessary, and it was in this case, but with Logan trying to protect Synth we don't know. Charlie slams Logan near the Team Heyross corner and tags Quentin. He stays in the ring, his foot on Mann's chest to keep him down while Benjamin climbs up the turnbuckles. TOP ROPE ELBOW! COACH No champions! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT!! In the corner, Charlie Moss coolly removes the turnbuckle pad to expose the STEEL BOLT that connects the turnbuckles to the ringpost. Quentin scoopes Logan up in a bearhug and rams him back-first into the exposed top turnbuckle! Pissed off, Synth comes in to help his partner only to get cut off by Charles Robinson. With the referee occupied with Synth, Quentin strikes at Logan's ribs with an array of punches and kicks while Charlie attempts to SUFFOCATE Mann with the TURNBUCKLE PAD! COLE Come on, you're too good for that. Team Heyross don't need to resort to such tatics. From cheating to playing innocent just like that. Charlie Moss holding his hands in the air to show Charles Robinson he isn't doing anything wrong. But we all saw it. * TAG * Charlie Moss steps in and brings Logan out of the corner with a capture suplex, popping up afterward and dropping the knee right down on the ribs. Moss shoots Mann off to the ropes and places him in a ABDOMINAL STRETCH on the rebound! COACH There's a move on the wrestling extinction list. COLE Perfectly applied as well. Charlie cranks back, eying the referee as he clamps his hands with Quentin for added leverage! Screaming like a teenage girl at a Heavenly Rockers concert, Synth desperately tries to garner the attention of the referee so that he can see the antics going on in the Team Heyross corner. By the time Charles looks behind Moss it's too late. Rick Heyross and Synth engage in a verbal spat as Moss carefully reaches back and locks hands again with Quentin. This time, however, Charles Robinson catches Team Heyross in the act and breaks the tie that binds Charlie and Quentin with a kick to the hands! Mann brings Charlie over with a hip toss, and takes one step towards his corner (apparently having learned his lesson) before being dragged down by Moss. Charlie lifts Logan up in a reverse wheel-barrow, draping him on the top rope as Quentin hits the far side and leapfrogs his partner, crashing all his weight down onto the lower back! COLE How much more can Logan Mann take? COACH If the guy is all heart and determination like you say he is, then he should be able to take it. Quentin is jacked up, pumping his fists and taunting the crowd and Synth. He waistlocks Logan from behind, and struggles to bring him over for a German because Mann holds onto the top rope for dear life. Despite numerous forearms to the face from Charlie Moss Logan still doesn't let go of the top rope. Moss knees Logan in the gut, getting Mann to let go. And Benjamin lets loose. But Logan lands on his feet...and drills Quentin with a WICKED LEFT HOOK~, narrowly missing Charles Robinson as he swung! Logan falls back out of exhaustion. Both men down. "YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Talk about desperation. If Logan doesn't connect it was lights out for him. "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" Quentin and Logan rise to their feet, nearly butting heads on the way up and trade haymakers. Logan manages to get the better of the brawl thanks to a fury of rights and lefts that leaves Quentin reeling. Thumb to the eye puts an end to the rally. Or does it? Benjamin measures Mann for a superkick, but Logan blocks it and spins him around. Atomic drop...NO! Benjamin floats over and shoves Mann to the corner. Logan runs up the turnbuckles and leaps back...only to be caught in midair. Benjamin delivers an atomic drop and drops on all fours as Charlie Moss comes running out of nowhere and wallops Mann with a clothesline! DOUBLE GOOZLO! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" That sequence actually earns Team Heyross a nice round of applause from the Baltimore crowd. COACH Just to be sure, we aren't in Canada, right? COLE We're live from Baltimore, Maryland for the 5th annunal Great Angle Bash. The crowd appreciating the effort from Team Heyross. They may not like Team Heyross but they respect their in-ring ability. The cover and count! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! The end is near sayeth Team Heyross. Charlie Moss accepting the tag and placing Logan in THE MOSSY KNOLL! COACH Ring the bell. We're gonna have new champions! "ROCK 'N ROLL!" "ROCK 'N ROLL!" "ROCK 'N ROLL!" The crowd firmly behind Logan Mann. Synth slapping the top turnbuckle to further rally the crowd. Charles Robinson asks Logan if he wants to quit. Mann responds by biting his left hand to suppress the pain, his body torqued in a grotesque angle. COLE Logan will pass out before he quits. COACH And it looks like we're gonna see it. Logan beginning to lose... Coach stops in mid-sentence as a FAN in a Baltimore Orioles cap jumps over the railing and onto the back of Rick Heyross! COLE Oh, my! An overzealous fan has crossed the security barricade. We need help out here! Quentin Benjamin is the first to Rick's aid, yanking the fan and the baseball cap off. But it's not just any fan. It's... "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE & COACH ...HOLLY-WOOD, the fiance of Logan Mann and the Heavenly Rockers manager! COACH What's see doing here?! I thought you said she was watching at home? COLE That's what I thought. Holly SLAPS Quentin for laying his hands on a woman. Charles Robinson immediately going outside to calm the situation as OAOAST officals swarm the area, leaving no referee in the ring! COACH Hey, wait a minute. Synth sneaks in and clobbers Charlie with a STEEL CHAIR, sending the crowd into a frenzy! COACH Nooooooo! COLE That's one way to break the Mossy Knoll. "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" Holly is escorted backstage by various agents while Quentin Benjamin and Rick Heyross are again left puzzled when they see Charlie laid out next to Logan. Logan crawls on his knees to the corner, cradling his ribs with his right hand. Charlie just beginning to stir as Logan nears his corner. Logan is about to make the tag when Quentin comes in and knocks Synth off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Quentin sprints back to his corner and awaits the tag from Charlie. * TAG * Benjamin nears Logan when Synth leaps back on the apron...AND GETS THE TAG FROM LOGAN!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Synth blocks Quentin's punch and nails him with a series of his own. Off to the ropes goes Benjamin, and down he goes courtesy of a back bodydrop. The Synthmeister follows up with a standing dropkick and the cover. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Scoope and a slam, Synth going up to the middle turnbuckle where he connects with a FLYING (Left) ELBOW! COACH Notice how Synth didn't use the right elbow. His arm is more damaged than we think. COLE It won't matter if he gets the 3 count right here. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO!! Rick Heyross jumps on the apron...and eats a fist to the face! Benjamin with the super-- NO! Synth blocks the superkick, twirls Quentin around and gets decked by a spinning heel kick! Quentin calls Charlie over, the duo setting Synth up for the superkick/German suplex combo that got them the win in the 8-man tag Thursday night. But their plans go awry when Quentin is hit in the back by Logan with the very steel chain the Heavenly Rockers threw out in the crowd before the match, causing him to ease his grip on Synth, who slides down and lets Quentin get drilled with the superkick! Moss freezes, in utter disbelief that he hit his own partner. Benjamin stumbles back into the ropes and gets shoved forward by Logan. Synth rolling onto his back and bringing Quentin over in a modified victory roll. Moss tries to break up the count, but is grabbed by Logan and spiked into the mat with a PERCUSSION DDT! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER The winners of the match and STILL champions... THE HEAVENLY RRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! "Heart-Shaped Box" hits, Holly-Wood running out from the back to embrace her team and the man she loves, Logan. Rick Heyross remains down on the floor, maybe having shallowed his own tongue. Charles Robinson hands Holly the belts. She gives Synth his and then helps Logan up, the two sharing a warm hug and a kiss. Synth is next to get a hug...from Logan. The two laughing over how the match turned out most likely. COLE What a match. The Heavenly Rockers retain the World tag team championship. You wanna speak about ironic, Coach. It was Logan who tried to protect Synth and it was Synth who ended up protecting Logan and the tag titles. COACH I don't know how they do it, Mikey. Lady luck still rocking and rolling with The Heavenly Rockers. COLE Just like we'll be rolling back into your homes, ladies and gentlemen, Sunday night, August 27th. Edited June 26, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) THE SUMMER'S HOTTEST EVENT RETURNS... AUGUST 27, 2006 LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! CALL YOUR LOCAL CABLE OR SATELLITE PROVIDER TO ORDER NOW! We go up to the interview position to the side of the stage where Tony Schiavone stands with a microphone in his hand. TONY Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is making his first appearance at an OAOAST event since his loss in the Stairway to Hell match at School's Out. Please welcome the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion....Peter Knight! "BOOOOOOYeahhhhhh" Metalingus kicks in as Peter Knight steps through the curtain wearing his new "Knightmare" t-shirt and blue jeans. The majority of the crowd begins to boo, but an audible portion gives the former champion a "welcome back" cheer. Knight shakes Tony's hand briefly and looks around the arena as Tony begins to speak, not acknowledging the boos or cheers at all. TONY Mr. Knight, the last time we saw you in an OAOAST ring, you were laying in the ruins of a shattered glass table after falling 15 feet off a ladder in your match against Alfdogg..... Tony pauses as the crowd cheers that memory, though a few boos are mixed in. Knight looks around again but remains stoic. TONY (CONT'D) After that match, in addition to the knee injury and mild concussion you suffered, you were rushed to a hospital in Denver to remove shards of glass that had been imbedded in your body. Ever since that night, you have remained away from the OAOAST and rumors began to swirl about your future here in this company. Some have said that you plan to retire from the sport while others have you leaving the OAOAST to try your luck in another federation. What is the real story? Tony brings the mic up to Knight and the former champion pauses again to wait out the boos from the crowd, though they are not as vocal as before. KNIGHT Well Tony, May 28th, 2006 was NOT one of the greatest nights of my career, I'll give you that. No, actually, that's a lie. The Stairway to Hell match was, bar none, the most physically, mentally and emotionally draining match that I have ever competed in. I stepped into that cell with Alfdogg and gave him everything I had, just like I said I would, and Alf gave me everything he had. Tony, we put on one hell of a show at School's Out. Yes, I wish that the outcome turned out differently, but I have no regrets. I said that the man that grabbed that title belt would be champion....and Alf got there first. To tell you the truth Tony, I blacked out after going through that table, so I didn't even know that I lost until the next day when I woke up in my hospital room. Tony, that was not fun. Here, take a look at something. Knight untucks his shirt and turns his back to the camera. He pulls the shirt up to reveal an ugly scar about 6" long running down his lower left back. Tony cringes at the sight. KNIGHT This is from a 6-inch piece of glass table that was sticking out of my back like a porcupine quill. That was the biggest of what the doctor said was nearly a dozen shards of glass that were stuck in my body. Tony, this is what I mean when I said I gave everything I had. I gave my mind, my body.....my goddamn SOUL to get back a title that I cherish more than almost anything in my life. TONY Will you continue your chase? KNIGHT That was the biggest question that ran through my mind over this past month. I've been in this sport for almost four years and in that time I've been a tag team champion, a 24/7 champion, and X-champion and a World Champion in this company. I've been in Match of the Year candidates against some of the best athletes in the world. Believe me, I got some pretty good offers from other places to go and do what I love in a new evironment with all new challenges. It took a lot of thinking, but I've made my decision. Knight reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. COLE What's he got there? KNIGHT This is a three year contract that was offered to me by the SWF to work over there. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COLE No, he's not gonna.... KNIGHT It's good money, new opponents, a place where I can show a new audience what Peter Knight is all about. "PLEASE DON'T GO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T GO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T GO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T GO!!!" Knight clicks the pen and flips the contract to the last page. He pauses and looks into the camera. KNIGHT I'm sorry, but this is my decision. Knight takes the contract....... ...And rips it in half!!! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE All right! KNIGHT I'm sorry to the powers that be in the SWF, because I'm not done here yet. In fact, next Tuesday, Fourth of July at MSG....I'm coming back. I'm putting my hat into the ring for Battlebowl. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COACH YO~! COLE Peter Knight is returning to the ring at Battlebowl. KNIGHT I don't care if I'm not 100%, I don't care who I have to team with, who we face, or who I have to go through in the battle royal. I'm coming out of there with a date with the champion at AngleSlam, and AT AngleSlam, that title is going right back around this waist. I've got a message for every single guy who will be in Battlebowl: I will NOT be denied. I will not accept anything but complete victory. If you don't believe me, take a look at that tape of School's Out again or better yet, just take a look at this. Knight once again shows his scar to the camera. KNIGHT I will do anything in my power to win at Battlebowl. I showed it at School's Out and I'm gonna show it again in New York. I'll see you all there. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Metalingus kicks in again as Knight walks from the interview stage and back through the curtain. COACH I think PK just threw down the gauntlet on thirty-one other guys. COLE That man is focused. Battlebowl should be one HELL of an event. 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Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 COLE Coming up next fans, is a match that you shouldn't expect to be a mat classic by any means. What's coming up will be nothing short of a war, and it's something that has been branded "Ultimate Punishment". COACH Even worse punishment than a Mario Logan/Jimmy Beard Iron Man Match? COLE ...well, OK, maybe not THAT bad. By now you surely know the history behind the rivalry between The Wildcards and The Hooligans, and the envelope continues to be pushed by Cortez, Bloodshed and Blank, especially after this past Thursday night. COACH Ya know Mikey Cole, 'boosey and I may have not been boys, but what they did...man...that just crossed the line. COLE They are responsible for eliminating Zack Malibu and Caboose from the OAOAST now, not to mention they are the World Six Man Tag Team Champions. Tonight however, The Wildcards will have to put those belts on the line against their three main rivals in a match where every man will be brandishing a four foot length of leather strap. Anything goes, everything is legal, and the match continues until all three members of one team are eliminated. COACH This is gonna get out of hand in no time, Cole. COLE Let's just hope that it's in our favor when it does, Coach. "I walk a lonely road..." BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! "The only one that I have ever known..." OAOAST *CLAP-CLAP*CLAPCLAP!!* OAOAST *CLAP-CLAP*CLAPCLAP!!* "Don't know where it goes..." YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! "But it's home to me and I walk alone." COLE The crowd does NOT appriciate the Wildcards at all! COACH GOOD! These guys don't deserve it, in fact they deserve a lot worse than just booing! COLE Now officially the OAOAST can't condone throwing stuff at the wrestlers, Coach. COACH Oh no, no "officially" it's bad. "I walk this empty street... On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams." The curtains part and out walk the three men who are no doubt the most despised men in the OAOAST right now, by fans and wrestlers alike. The big Blank appears first, holding his right hand up in the air twirling the 4 foot leather strap around like he was at a rodeo. He's flanked by Blooodshed and Todd Cortez, both in possession of their own straps which they seem to take great pleasure in brandishing at the fans who boo them... ...Who throw trash at them like it was going out of style! "Where the city sleeps... and I'm the only one and I walk alone." *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! The Hooligans have decided not to wait another second and have rushed the Wildcards as theyre walking towards the ring! All three men start flailing away at their opponents knocking both Bloodshed and Cortez down before any of them even have a chance to react! COACH & COLE FUCK THEM UP!! COLE FOR CABOOSE! COACH FOR THE OAOAST!! Jax and Static grab each others straps and then uses the double strap to clothesline the big man down, catching Blank right under his chin to a huge pop from the crowd! Then all three Hooligans gather around Bruce as he is down on his stomach and they start to wail away with the leather straps! *POW!!* *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! *POW!!*POW!!*POW!!*POW!!* FUCK HIM UP!! FUCK HIM UP!! *POW!!*POW!!* Bloodshed spears Jamie OHara to the ground and moments later Todd Cortez has regained his bearings enough to grab Johnny Jax by the leather strap and use it to pull his opponent in for a version of a short armed clothesline. OHara doesnt seem deterred by the spear at all as the two men roll around on the floor exchanging lefts and rights like they were on sale and going cheap. COACH Thats the way to beat the Wildcards! Theyve been allowed to run roughshot over everyone but now it stops! COLE Good! With Cortez and Johnny Jax fighting up the aisle towards the ring and Bloodshed and OHara exchanging lefts and rights as they roll around on the floor, only Scotty Static is left attacking Bruce Blank, attacking him that is until the big man puts up a beefy hand and catches the strap mid air before it can make contact with his skin once more. The King of Pain pulls Static in and then knees him in the private parts before hoisting the much, much lighter Static up in the air with a Gorilla Press! COACH Just a minor set back, no biggie. COLE Im sure GPX and OHara will take their lumps in this match, theyre bound to but these guys have shown that they can take a beating and come back for more! Bruce walks down the aisle with Static still pressed over his head, the last three steps or so running as he gets enough momentum to toss Static over the top rope and into the ring before entering it himself. Static tries to go to the outside of the ring needing a moment to regroup, but when he gets on the ring apron Blank reaches over, grabs Scotty's leather strap and pulls back on it sending Static flying backwards and upside down over the top rope. Not hard enough to keep him on the ground for long as he gets right back up, but he's met with a 4 foot long leather strap right to the face! *POW!!* COACH Oh man right in the eyes, that bastard! COLE We've got action all over the arena with these six guys, I'm having a hard time keeping up! The shot with the belt sends Static to his knees, he tries to get back up but Blank is alert and once again brings his strap down across Scott Static's face. Static goes down like he had been shot but that doesn't last long as Blank picks him up almost immediately and Irish Whips him. When the Hooligan comes bouncing off the ropes he's met with a strap assisted clothesline as Bruce grabs both ends of the belt and takes Scotty Static down! COLE We knew this would be brutal, we knew this would be a war going in and it's not let us down so far! COACH Nor have my boys, I mean Jax is really taking it to Cortez at ringside and it's just a matter of time before O'Hara gives that freak Bloodshed a bit of payback. Scotty is sent straight to his back and arches upwards in pain, trying to regain his breath after being stuck in the throat. He rolls over trying to make his way to the ropes, trying to get a bit of distance between himself and Bruce, but Blank will have none of it. He uses the strap to whip Scotty across the back... *POW!!* ...And then a second time, closely followed by a third time as leather makes contact with skin! *POW!!*POW!!* Pretty soon numerous red lines appear across Static's back from where Bruce has lashed him. Bruce is out to eliminate Scotty Static early, and hooks the strap around his opponent's neck, and begins to pull backwards for a camel clutch with the chain! COLE Oh god, he's choking the life out of Scotty Static! COACH Jax!! O'Hara!! Anyone Luckily for Static, Blank let's go of the choke, throws The Hooligan out of the ring and follows him to the floor. Bruce wraps his chair around Static's neck and uses it to hold him and drag him around the ringside area. Eventually he gets around to the corner and slams Static's head into the ring post with enough impact to bust the GPX'er wide open. Scotty is on the floor in a heap as Bruce takes a moment to turn and taunt the crowd, giving them the finger for their OAOAST allegiance and their Wildcard hatred. With Bruce distracted Scotty Static slowly gets up, legs spread with the strap hanging down between them. And since he's not facing Blank he leaves himself very vulnerable to Bruce's sadistic whims. The King of Pain quickly reaches down, grabs the strap and then pulls backwards with all his might. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!! COACH Ohh! He just crotched Scotty with that strap! That Son of a bitch! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! Blank doesn't quite ignore the chants, it actually appears he enjoys them. Their assessment of his wrestling style doesn't seem to be new to him but he doesn't seem to object to it instead he revels in it. We quickly switch to a camera on the other side of the ring where Todd Cortez and Johnny Jax have been going at it with lefts and rights since before the bell rang. Jax grabs Cortez's arm, hooks under it and swiftly arm dragging Cortez into the time keepers table and chair. Jax quickly follows up as he picks up a chair, unfolds it and then wraps it around Cortez's head. COLE Jax's choking the life out of Cortez with that steel folding chair! COACH Good choice, I totally approve. Jax pulls the chair off of Cortez's head, then he gets a good grip on his leather strap ready to strike but this proves to be a mistake, as Cortez throws the discarded chair at Jax's face to stop the move. Cortez grabs a hold of Jax's leather strap as the Hooligan is staggered, then he pulls on the chain causing Jax to come flying forwards right into a huge elbow smash from Cortez! COACH Son of a bitch! Come on Johnny "Jam"!! With one hand still on Jax's leather strap Cortez quickly leaps over the guardrail and pulls on the strap as hard as he can pulling the Hooligan straight into the guard rail with enough force to send him over the barrier. Cortez puts Jax in an empty chair and yes a fan fan had to get out of the chair, OAOAST PPVs are usually sells after all! The Urban Legend rushes Jax looking to knocking a few rows further back with a lariat only to end up being back dropped as Jax ducks down and then throws Cortez up high in the air... *CRASH!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! ...Sending the fans scurrying out of the way as Cortez lands on the 2nd row chairs knocking quite a few of them over on impact. Cortez and Jax aren't the only two people fighting in the crowd as Bloodshed and O'Hara's fight has spilled over the guardrail half way down the aisle and has at no point even been near the ring. COACH COME ON JDAWG!! COLE Yes totally, Go. . . Jdog COACH Man, you're so white. Bloodshed turns around, to see a swarm of fans OAOAST fans up close. He makes a sweeping motion with his hands, and the Red Sea is reluctantly parted, to reveal the bleacher section behind them! COACH Some lucky fans will get a close up of the Hooligans kicking the Wildcard's ass!! Bloodshed isn't in a hurry to use the seats yet though, instead he asks a lucky fan to hold a chair for him. The fan, isn't fond of Bloodshed or the Wildcards . . . but who doesn't want to be a part of OAOAST history by holding Bloodshed's chair up in the air and get on TV? Bloodshed grabs O'Hara by the hair and then slams Jamie's face right into the chair. The fan kind of grimaced, but he had fun with it and got on TV! Bloodshed grabs O'Hara by the hair once more, and guides him all the way through the crowd, to another fan, wearing an old school ECW t-shirt, and gives this fan a chair as well! COACH Alright quit holding the damn chairs!! What are you some sort of SWF trash? COLE Now Coach it's the Wildcards that are trash, not all of the SWF or their fans. COACH SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE. When Bloodshed goes to throw O'Hara into the chair the fan quickly pulls the chair out of the way, then hands it to O'Hara who uses it to strike Bloodshed right across the face before he realizes what just happened! *WHACK!!* Bloodshed begins to smile, the sick fuck actually smiles after the chair shot. Then he kicks the chair into O'Hara's face before wrapping his strap around his opponent's throat, dragging him up the steps with a sadistic grin on his face. Bloodshed reaches the top stair that section and then raises his arms, as if in victory. COACH You haven't won anything yet! You won't win a damn thing unless every last Hooligan is 6 feet under, they're not about to give up! COLE Alright don't tell them that they have to put someone 6 feet under, we don't need to give them any ideas. Bloodshed laughs, as he turns to the crowd, looking at the people that are hating on him at this very minute and he's loving it. Bloodshed begins to open his mouth to say something derogatory probably, but . . *POW!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! O'Hara whips Bloodshed across the back getting the former Apostle to release the grip he had on Jamie O'Hara, moments later O'Hara gives Bloodshed's strap a might tug and Bloodshed comes flipping and sliding way down the stairs going ass over elbow and elbow over ass until he comes somersaulting down at the end, hitting his head and back on the bleachers, eventually landing on the hard ground. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! COACH ATTA BOY!! We may just have seen the last of Bloodshed! COLE Is it ironic that a guy named Bloodshed has been cut open? COACH More like "appropriate" - "fitting" - "About time" - "Not nearly enough" COLE Alright, alright they get it at home. O'Hara comes down the steps and then leaps off with the strap raised high giving the lash a good 5-6 feet of extra momentum before bringing it down on Bloodshed's back *POW!!* The lash tears Bloodshed's shirt open and the lashes that follows opens the tear even wider making the welts on Bloodshed's back stand out clearly making it quite obvious that no one is holding back tonight. COACH KEEP WHIPPING O'HARA!! But O'Hara doesn't take Coach's advice - Probably because he can't hear him where he is. He discontinues whipping his opponent and picks up Bloodshed by the hair. O'Hara drags him over closer to the guard rail and then whips him into it so that Bloodshed flips over into the aisle. As O'Hara makes his way over to Bruce he finds a a trash can. Not a metal one like you normally see as a weapon, but one where a fan seconds before put his half full Pepsi. O'Hara grabs it and then uses it to demonstrate exactly what he thinks of the Wildcards as he dumps the trash on top of Bloodshed before hurling the trashcan at his opponent! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! With most of the focus on the Bloodshed / O'Hara exchange in the bleachers people are a little surprised to see that Johnny Jax has a battered and tattered Todd Cortez in trouble in the ring. Jax quickly pulls a thumb across the throat to signal "the end" and then picks up Todd Cortez in a fireman's carry... COACH JAM SESSION!! JAM SESSION COMING UP!! COLE If he hits this the Wildcards are sure to have their first elimination, come on Johnny! Cortez spoils the moment for everyone through as he digs a thumb into Jax's eye to break the hold, then he flips off Johnny Jax's back - or at least tries to as the Hooligan manages to snag his strap around Cortez's throat and have him hanging off his back. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Cortez digs and claws at the strap around his throat trying desperately to draw a breath as the entire arena chant for Jax to finish the job. Jax bends forward almost in a backslide position with Cortez being held only by the strap around his throat, choking the Urban Legend, cutting off his oxygen, turning his face a weird shade of blue! COACH YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! COLE I couldn't have said it better myself Cortez's legs are flailing though the air as he tries to break free but doesn't seem to be able to do so, that is until Jax staggers a little too close to the ropes and Cortez manages to kick back against the top rope, flipping himself over the top of Johnny Jax... COACH No! No!! ...and then tucks Jax's head between his legs in one smooth motion, leaping right over his back with the RIOT ACT PLUS! *WHAM!!* COACH No! No!! No! No!! Cortez is quick to cover after driving Jax's head into the ground with the flipping pile driver, as the biggest man on the opposing team is now out cold! ONE!! COACH No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! TWO!! COACH No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! THREE!!! COACH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! MICHAEL BUFFER Johnny Jax has been eliminated!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COLE I. . . I can't believe it, it's now 2 on 3 and the Hooligans are at a serious disadvantage numbers wise already in the early goings of this war! They may be at a disadvantage right now but with Cortez flat on the canvas trying to regain his breath after being strangled with the strap it's not something that's come into play just yet. On the floor Static and Blank are duking it out with Bruce focusing especially on the cut on Statics head turning the plucky youngsters face into the proverbial crimson mask. Scotty gets an elbow, Blank nails a forearm, then another. Blank then goes crazy with jabs, jabbing like Ali if he was a near 300 pound redneck. Blank spins in a complete circle, and nails Static in the face with a Discus clothesline! COACH Static just wont stay down! Static doesnt seem too affected by the clothesline, and gets right back up, but he is met quickly by a running Bruce Blank clothesline once more. Scotty Static still won't stay down though, hes too determined and running on pure adrenaline to just lay down so rises again, not as fast as the first time though. He's met with a flying clothesline that takes him opponent down hard and then a cover by Blank on the floor! ONE! COACH No! No! No! TWOO!! COACH No! No! No! No! THR-NOROLLSOVER! COLE OH HEEEEEEEEEEEEELL NO CAUSE HE KICKED OUT!! Bruce gets up and notices the discarded metal chair that came in use earlier, he grabs it, unfolds it and positions it on the mat. Then he grabs Scotty around the head, gets a running start and ... *CRACK!!* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COLE A bulldog on the chair! My god look at the blood smeared on the chair! COACH Holy Shit! Bruce hooks a leg, and makes a cover! ONE! TWOOOO!!! THR-ALMOST~!~! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! Blank looks at the fallen Static standing over him with a sadistic grin on his face, then he... *P-TOI!!* HOCKS A LOOGIE ON HIM! COLE Oh that's gross! COACH Gross? Thats Bruce BEGGING to be attacked by the entire OAOAST roster. Blank grabs Static by the trunks and throws him into the ring and then follows right behind him. COLE Where the hell did Cortez go? Wasnt he in the ring moments ago? COACH You see him heading up the aisle? I think hes going to help Bloodshed Bruce picks Scotty up by the strap and whips him hard into the turnbuckle and then lifts him up so he sits at the top rope. Blank tries to climb up there with him, but Scotty throws forearms at Blank, preventing the big man from doing so. Bruce gets one more good shot in, but it lights a fire in Scottys eyes, as he starts to go crazy with forearms, and elbows, and punches of all sorts, hooks, jabs, uppercuts you name it and Scotty Static is throwing it! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! The sudden flurry of punches puts him in control, giving Scotty the chance to double underhook Bruces arms from the 2nd ropes. Then he leaps into a spin . . . and sits out . . . *WHAM!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! COLE Holy crap!! A tornado Pedigree, I dont think Ive ever seem that move before! COACH COVER HIM!! COME ON SCOTTY GET HIS REDNECK ASS OUT OF HERE Scotty Static crawls over and then climbs on top of Bruce as the entire arena counts along with the referee! ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NOTYET!! Bruce's left shoulder raises off the mat just before the referees hand hits the mat a third time. Scotty can't believe that Bruce kicked out and desperately tries to come up with a way to put Bruce down permanently. Inspiration strikes the Hooligan as Bruce slowly gets up on his hands and knees, Akira gets up and straddles Bruce's back and then swiftly wraps the strap around Bruce's head and then tightens his grip on it putting the squeeze on Bruce. COACH RIDE 'EM COWBOY!! The strap is wrapped around Bruce's head in such a manner that the leather rawhide digs into Bruce's eyes and the bridge of his nose as Scotty keeps twisting and pulling back on it, hoping to get Bruce to tap out from the immense pain. COLE How much more can Bruce take? He must feel like his head is trapped in a vice - it must be excruciating! COACH Good! I hope so COLE I think Bruce is forgetting the rules now, there are no rope breaks. Scotty can't be disqualified after all The referee cant do anything but watch as Bruce holds onto the bottom rope desperately in need of a rope break. With victory in his clutches Scotty sits down on Bruce's lower back and starts to pull backwards on the strap around Bruce's head, tightening it so much that small droplets of blood appear from under the strap. With the pressure increased Bruce is really close to the edge, hand twitches several times as if he was contemplating tapping out, but so far he fights the urge. COACH I didn't think Scotty had THIS in him, I didnt know he had this astonishing level of brutality in him. COLE What is it they say about desperate times and desperate measures? COACH They usually suck? After applying pressure to the chain for several minutes Scotty decides that he needs to explore other avenues of attack and releases the strap around Bruce's head. But the Trailerpark Messiah doesn't get much time to breath as Scotty kicks him in the gut with a sliding drop kick that knocks Bruce under the bottom rope to the floor. Scotty quickly slides under the bottom rope as well but making sure he ends up on the opposite side of the ringpost. COLE Did he miss his dive? COACH Of course not, Static is just where he wants to be The moment Bruce is up Scotty reaches through under the turnbuckles, grabs hold of the strap around Bruces and pulls with all his power dragging Bruce forward, bouncing his skull off the turnbuckle! *CLANG!!* Todd Cortez is still a bit winded from being choked out by Johnny Jax but is making his way over to where Bloodshed and Jamie OHara have been battling it out. OHara swings at Bloodshed to prevent him from getting back up onto his feet, but Bloodshed is aware of his surroundings and swiftly grabs a chair to hold it in the path of OHaras fist *CLANG!!* Jamie clutches his fist in pain and agony as Bloodshed manages to get up on his knees and then finally back to his feet for the first time in several minutes. After closing the distance with a few staggering steps Bloodshed grabs OHara by the throat and the tights and tries to toss the Birmingham Bad Boy over the guard rail. The first attempt isn't successful as Bloodshed isn't able to get a good angle. The second attempt fails as well as OHara puts a hand on the guardrail to block it. Unfortunately for OHara the third attempt is aided by Todd Cortez and the two Wildcarders are able to pitch Jamie OHara into the third row sending the fans scurrying once again. COLE Two on one, Im not sure those odds are unfair enough for the Wildcards! COACH Hes not called the Birmingham Bad Boy for nothing, hell manage. Bloodshed and Cortez both step over the guardrail once the fans in the first three rows have moved out of the way and proceeds to hit a double Yakuza kick to OHaras face knocking him backwards through the next 2 rows of folding chairs. Once it becomes clear that all the fans in the floor section are in harms way security helps them move out of the way of the three mens path, resulting in them clearing a path to the back of the arena where the entrance stage and camera scaffolding are set up. Bloodshed and Cortez both grab hold of OHaras hair, totally in control of the match and looking for something to use as a weapon. Bloodshed notices a large structure with a scaffold around it his eyes light up with evil intentions as he points it out to Cortez. COACH WHERE ARE THEY GOING?? COLE I dont like the look of this at all. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FUCK YOU WILDCARDS!! FUCK YOU WILDCARDS!! After a swift kick to the gut Bloodshed and Cortez picks OHara up by the legs, then they take two steps backwards towards the scaffold and tosses the Birmingham Bad Boy hoping to drop him face first on the metal poles. COLE O'HARA LANDED ON HIS FEET!! With little regard for his own health OHara quickly flips backwards for a twisting body press off the scaffold towards both of his opponents. Unfortunately the body press is caught by both Cortez and Bloodshed who then runs Jamie back first into the scaffold. *CRASH!!* The smirk on Bloodsheds face is partially obscured by the blood on his face but it's obvious that the Wildcarder is enjoying inflicting pain. Bloodshed inflicts even further pain on O'Hara as he body slams him onto the stone floor with a sick thud as Cortez just urges him on. Then Bloodshed looks up, not at the sky or the ceiling but to the top of the scaffold. With a sick grin Bloodshed quickly wraps the strap around OHaras neck and drags the Birmingham Bad Boy to his feet. COACH He's not COLE Hes INSANE!! With a good grip on OHara Bloodshed begins to climb up the side of the scaffold, yanking on the strap wrapped around Jamies neck to get his opponent to follow him up the side of the steel construct. The crowd intensity rises and this time not due to the hatred of the Wildcarders but mainly because no one knows for sure what Bloodshed has in mind. Rung by rung, pole by pole Bloodshed slowly climbs the scaffold with OHara in tow. COACH They've got to be over 15 feet up already COLE At least, maybe more like 20 though - it's not a place you want to fall off After being dragged up most of the scaffold OHara finally puts on the brakes as he wraps his legs around one of the bars and refuses to climb any further. Then he sweeps one of Bloodsheds legs off causing the Wildcarder to land on a metal pole straddling it with a leg on each side OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!! OHara reaches for some of the rope thats been used to secure the scaffold, wraps it around Bloodsheds leg and then pushes his opponent off the scaffold so that he hangs upside down from one leg about 3-4 feet off the floor YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH Hes neutralized Bloodshed! COLE And hes still climbing? Get down you nutcase! But OHara is not listening as he climbs all the way up on the top of the scaffold, only to turn around and be met with a kick to the face by the Urban Legend whos nimbly climbed up the other side of the scaffold the moment Bloodshed got in trouble. Cortez grabs OHara by the hair and then runs across the top of the scaffold, throwing OHara over the waist high guardrail . . . Fortunately for the Birmingham Bad Boy he's able to grab hold of the guardrail and land on the edge of the scaffold instead of dropping the 20 feet to the floor! Cortez has his back turned and is too busy showing off to the crowd to notice that OHara didn't fall down, but once the Urban Legend turns around he's in for a huge surprise - In the form of a super kick square on the jaw, a super kick that sends Cortez backwards against the protective rail on the scaffold, a super kick that has so much force behind it that it pops the protective rail out of it's socket and Cortez goes falling over the side with a piece of scaffolding in his hands! COLE OH MY GOD!! *CRASSSH!!* HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! Cortez fell from the scaffolding and went right through a piece of the stage on impact in what was a truly disturbing image, so disturbing that even Scotty Static and Bruce Blank stop fighting for a moment and turn their attention towards the stage! COACH I may get in trouble for this but. . . GOOD!! Jamie OHara quickly climbs down the scaffold and then makes a cover on Todd Cortez while hes still in the hole in the stage! ONE!! COACH Oh Yes! TWO!! COACH Oh hell yes! THREE!! COACH OOOOOOOOOOOOOH HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL YEAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! COLE WERE TWO ON TWO!! OHARA EVENED THE SIDES!! Unfortunately for Coach, Cole, Static, OHara, the fans in the crowd, the audience at home and most of the geeks following this online there isnt much time to celebrate as Bloodshed has managed to untangle himself from the rope and has found a piece of plastic used to wrap the cables in during transport the heavy duty kind of plastic. COLE Watch out that mad man is right behind you!! But the warning comes just a moment too late as Bloodshed wraps the piece of plastic around OHaras face as he was being helped out of the hole by the referee, then Bloodshed wraps it around once more to make sure that no air can get in or out. With OHaras face wrapped in plastic Bloodshed ensures that his opponent cant tear at the plastic by locking on a Full Nelson while the crowd looks on in horror COACH YOU CANT DO THAT!! COLE Oh my good, look at OHara trying to breathe, sucking in the plastic its horrible! YOU SICK FUCK!! YOU SICK FUCK!! YOU SICK FUCK!! But the chant just validates Bloodsheds actions (at least to him) and the sadistic smirk on his face widens as he feels OHara slowly fading away with each breath hes prevented from taking. The referee is in there quickly to check on OHara, watching for any movement as the white plastic turns his face into a horrific mask of pain. The moment OHaras hands drop down limp the referee quickly calls for the bell instead of waiting for the usual 3 drops of the hand. Panicking, the official does not know what to do, but as soon as the scrawny Britton appears to lose consciousness, he calls for the bell, his mercy being perhaps the only way he'd save him from a worse fate by Bloodshed. * DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the referee has decided that Jamie OHara is unable to continue, and he is now eliminated! COLE You know what? Id rather see that than OHara suffering permanent damage...but now The Wildcards have a 2 on 1 advantage on Scotty Static! The referee demands a break from Bloodshed, a threat that he doesnt really take seriously. Bloodshed laughs as he continues his attempted homicide, pulling back on O'Hara's head to stare him in the eyes...but seeing Jamie's eyes closed shut he tosses him down to the ground, standing over him as the referee tears the plastic bag from over his head and waves for help. Bloodshed laughs, looking at O'Hara's limp carcass, but then turns his attention to the ring, heading over their to do battle with the lone Hooligan left. COACH Scotty you got to do this! You got to for the Hooligans! COLE FOR THE OAOAST DAMN IT!! Bloodshed hops the railing and slides into the ring as Static has Blank down on all fours, and is whipping him repeatedly with the strap. As he cocks his arm back for another swing, Bloodshed grabs it and swings him around, spewing his own plasma into the already soaked face of Static, and blinding him with BLOODMIST! COLE That sick sonuvabitch! Spitting his own blood into Scotty's face! Static flails his arms, deflecting any oncoming attacks, but Bloodshed takes him by the head and drives a knee into his gut to stun him. Bloodshed looks around, pausing before acting...which proves to be a mistake, as Static drops to his knees and delivers a low blow that's enough to stun the sadistic Wildcard! The crowd roars as Scotty gets up and turns around...RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT BY BRUCE BLANK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE C'mon Scotty...we're BEGGING YOU! COME ON! Static is down, and so Blank hits the ropes and drops a big elbow on Scotty, then leans his large form down on the Hooligan and pounds away at his forehead, causing blood to spatter all about. The Wildcards and The Hooligans have turned the arena into something akin to a crime scene, especially the ring, which is covered in the blood of the competitors. He pulls Static up to his feet, nodding to the crowd that he senses "the end"...but Static rocks him with a jawbreaker out of nowhere! Blank reels as the crowd picks up, rooting Scotty on as he struggles back to his feet. Covered in blood, Static hobbles to his feet, clutching the length of strap in his hand...and then cracks it across Blank's back! A second shot sends Blank reeling again, and then Static takes him by the head, luring him towards the turnbuckles and ramming his head into the top turnbuckle once, twice, threefourfivesixseven...so many times that even the crowd lost count! Blank slumps down against the corner, and Static opens fire with more strap shots, causing audible wincing and groans from the supposed King of Hardcore! Static turns around, but there's Bloodshed, clutching a steel chair in his hands...but Static rolls under the chairshot! He gets to his feet and delivers a running kick, again catching Bloodshed between the legs, and then he snares the chair from him and LEVELS him, swinging for the fences and nearly taking his head off in the process! The crowd roars as Static stands tall, and looking to his right, he notices Blank starting to stand up...so a running chairshot to the back takes care of the big man, knocking him through the ropes and to the floor! COLE Scotty Static is running wild with that chair, and he's isolated Bloodshed now! COACH Do it up, Scotty, c'mon man! With both Wildcards down, Static rolls to the canvas and out of the ring, and starts rooting around. The fans are buzzing, and then pop loudly when they see what's coming...that being a nice wooden implement of destruction that's known worldwide as...a TABLE! PUT HIM THROUGH IT! clap clap clapclapclap PUT HIM THROUGH IT! clap clap clapclapclap COACH Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! Static sets the table up at ringside, and climbs back up on the apron...right into the path of a strap shot from Bloodshed...NO! Static ducks it, and shoulderblocks Bloodshed through the ropes, then drags him out to the apron. Holding him by the head, Static looks to the crowd for a moment before dropping down, driving Bloodshed's head into the hard ring apron with a DDT! COLE There is NO GIVE on the frame of the ring, and Bloodshed's head was just driven into it with a DDT! Static rolls Bloodshed onto the table, and whips him several times across the ribs for good measure, keeping him at bay. Static then climbs the ropes, drawing a loud response from the crowd as they anticipate what's next. With his back to Bloodshed, Static stands tall, and then leaps once, spinning his position around before springing forward off the ropes... ...AND PUTTING BLOODSHED THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE STATIC SHOCK AT RINGSIDE~! COACH YO~! COLE YES! ALL RIGHT SCOTTY! ALL RIGHT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Static, nearly as lifeless as his opponent, stays laying across him, as the referee slides out of the ring and makes the count on the floor. ONE! TWO! THREE! MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, BLOODSHED has been eliminated! COLE It's ONE ON ONE! COACH Keep those fingers crossed, Mikey Cole! Struggling, Static drags himself to his feet with the aid of the referee, and then rolls himself into the ring. He gets to his feet, and then WHAM! BLANK BRINGS A STEEL CHAIR ACROSS HIS HEAD! COLE NO! NO NOT LIKE THIS! Blank goes for the cover, hooking the leg as Static is beaten and broken. ONE! TWO! THREENO!NO!NO! COLE Did he... COACH HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! The crowd goes NUTS as Static gets a shoulder up, even surprising Blank! Now pissed, Blank drags Static up, slapping him across the face, because how DARE he kick out when Bruce Blank think he's done for. Blank slaps Static around, drawing an unfavorable reaction from the fans...AND from Static, who spits in his face! Blank swings for the fences with a hard fist, but Static ducks it...and he jumps on Blank's back, wrapping the strap around his neck and choking him out! COLE That's it! Take him out, Scotty! Blank flails around, trying desperately to free himself, as Static pulls the strap tighter around his throat, blocking more air the tighter it gets! COACH C'mon Scotty! Blank continues to struggle, until he backs himself into the corner, ramming Scotty hard against the turnbuckles...but Static STILL won't break, as he uses the turnbuckles to climb right back up onto the big man's back! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The crowd explodes, as Blank again is caught in the strangling by the outspoken superstar...but this time he reaches back and takes Static by the head, and snapmares him over to the canvas! Blank falls to one knee, catching himself, as Static rolls to his feet...but when Blank comes up, he brings the steel chair up with him, and WAYLAYS Static, knocking him cold...AND THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO OUT!??!!?!? COLE What the hell? COACH He hit him so hard he blew the power out! COLE There's been a blackout in the arena...do we have generators? We have to have something...the PPV audience...the audience here is going to be in an uproar! COACH But what caused it? COLE I have no idea...fans, just bear with us, as we're experiencing...wait...wait a minute...WAIT A MINUTE! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The lights come back on, and the fans LEAP to their feet, cheering as loudly as possible! It's a standing ovation in the arena, as ZACK MALIBU IS IN THE RING! COLE ZACK MALIBU IS BACK! ZACK MALIBU IS BACK!!!! Blank hasn't noticed, as he's confused from the power outage, and staring to make sure Scotty Static doesn't move. ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! COLE LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! BLANK DOESN'T SEEM HIM YET! Blank, even more confused by the chants of the fans, starts to back up, while Malibu, dressed simply in jeans and a black T-shirt, stands still, fuming. Blank does a slow turn, and now the leader of The Wildcards is face to face with Zack Malibu, the man that he and his cohorts thought they had put out of the wrestling business! COACH He looks like he's seen a ghost! The two lock eyes, as Blank mumbles "son of a bitch" under his breath and hoists the chair up...ONLY FOR MALIBU TO LEVEL HIM WITH A SCHOOL'S OUT, KICKING THE CHAIR IN HIS FACE~! COLE Blank is DOWN! The big man goes down in a heap, and Malibu grabs the chair, standing over him and bringing Blank up by the hair...and then CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE SKULL WITH A HARD CHAIRSHOT! Blank goes back down, and now Zack stands over him, brutalizing him with chairshot after chairshot across every inch of his body! COLE He's snapped! Zack Malibu has lost it, and rightfully so! Blank's body bounces off the canvas after every shot, until Malibu throws the chair away, tired of beating on Blank. He stares down at Blank before looking up into the hard camera, giving the home audience a closeup shot of the gleam of vengeance in his eyes. COACH I never thought I'd be so happy to see Zack Malibu in my life! Malibu looks around, as the whole arena is chanting his name, happy to see him after what many thought would have been the last time. COLE He did it for Caboose, he did it for the company, and he did it for himself! He's come back from the dead to get rid of those damn Wildcards! Scotty Static, barely recognizable under his crimson mask, staggers to his feet with the help of the ropes, and looks over at Malibu, who stares right back. Malibu then backs up and ducks out of the ring, circling ringside as Static takes the steel chair and drapes it over Blank's upper body. COLE Static is up, and Malibu is policing ringside! COACH I don't think either of The Wildcards are in the condition to come out here...it's man to man now! Scotty slowly climbs the ropes, again with his back to his opponent. Blank is lifeless under the steel chair, as Static jumps once, jumps twice...AND HITS THE STATIC SHOCK ON THE STEEL CHAIR, SANDWICHING BLANK UNDER IT! COLE YES! PIN HIM! PIN HIM SCOTTY! Static rolls in agony, but desperately reaches over for Blank's unconscious body, and drags himself on top of it, as the referee dives to the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE YES! COACH THAT'S MY BOY! YES! The crowd ERUPTS as the referee calls for the bell, and Michael Buffer comes to his feet for the announcement. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners...and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW OAOAST WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLIGAAAAAAAAAAAANSSSSSS! "Make Her Say" explodes over the speakers, as Static is helped to his feet, his blood staining the zebra striped shirt of the referee. Static has his hand raised, but can barely stand. The referee tends to him and motions for help, while Zack Malibu, nodding in approval, steps into the crowd and backs up before disappearing into the sea of fans. COLE They did it, and what a night...what a blow to The Wildcards! Not only are they no longer the World Six Man Tag Team Champions, but just when they thought they've made their mark...just when they thought they ripped the heart out of this company...ZACK MALIBU is BACK, Coach! COACH It's like bizarro world, Mikey Cole, with you cheering for The Hooligans and me happy to see Zack, but anythings better than those Wildcards! EMT's help Static to the back, afraid of all the blood he's lost. Nobody on the OAOAST staff pays any attention to Blank, who is only now starting to stir. Pushing the chair off of him, Blank rolls onto his stomach, and pushes up onto all fours, the cameras closing in on his face...and he's...LAUGHING!? COLE What's he laughing about? COACH God only knows, Cole. God only knows. Blank chuckles some more before collapsing back to the canvas, almost like a movie scene villain getting the last laugh. Tonight, however, was not his last laugh. That belongs to Zack Malibu and The Hooligans. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) LIVE FROM NEW YORK'S MADISON SQAURE GARDEN IT'S... BATTLEBOWL TUESDAY, JULY 4th ONLY ON TSM The crowd goes CRAZY as the graphic appears on the screen. COLE And it's main event time, 2/3 falls! It's Alfdogg defending the Heavyweight championship of the World against a former associate, Reject! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER Lllllllllllllllllllladies and gentlemen, this is the MAIN EVENT of Living Angleously! *crowd cheers* BUFFER It is for the OAOAST Heavyweight championship of the WORLD! And it will be contested by the best two-out-of-three falls! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Baltimore, Maryland...ARE YOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the sellout crowd here at the Baltimore Arena, and the millions and millions watching around the world, there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *crowd cheers* Renegade hits, and the lights go out. Blacklights light up the entryway as the baseline kicks in, and Reject comes through the curtains as boos fill the arena. A single spotlight leads him to the ring. BUFFER Making his way to the ring at this time...hailing from New York City, and weighing in at 235 pounds! This man is a former member of the famed Deadly Alliance, and tonight, he challenges his former associate! Ladies and gentleman, the challenger! A former X-Division champion... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECT!!!!! COACH How exciting is this, Cole? Reject can not only become the World heavyweight champion here tonight, but he can do it by beating his former mentor, the man who lead him in the Deadly Alliance! COLE It's certainly exciting, no question about it, huge opportunity for Reject tonight, he can climb to the top of the mountain here in the main event of the Great Angle Bash! Reject slides into the ring and poses on the buckles, drawing boos from the fans, then the boos turn to cheers as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and the lights go out once again. The keyboards hit and the lights come on as Alfdogg emerges from the curtains. BUFFER His opponent...weighing in at 240 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING, TWO-TIME Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf stands on the buckles and raises the belt in the air, then meets Reject and the referee in the center of the ring. REFEREE OK gentlemen. This match is for the OAOAST Heavyweight championship of the World. It is two-out-of-three falls. Falls can be decided by pinfall, submission, disqualification, or countout. The result of the final fall will decide the championship. Once a fall is scored, there will be a 30-second rest period in between falls. Good luck. Ring the bell! *DING DING DING* COLE We're underway, and you heard the referee say that the winner of the final fall decides the championship, that means that Alf could get disqualified in one fall, but if Reject pins him or makes him submit in the next fall, Alf would lose the title! Alf and Reject stare each other down, then back off. They circle the ring, and tie up. Alf grabs a side headlock, but Reject grabs him by the hair and pulls him back into the ropes. Reject whips him across the ring, then leapfrogs him, and turns and hits him with a dropkick! COLE And a great dropkick by Reject! Reject celebrates his feat, drawing boos from the crowd. Alf gets to one knee, and stares at Reject briefly before getting up and approaching him again. They tie up once again, and Alf once again grabs a side headlock. This time, Reject attempts a back suplex, but Alf flips over the back, then goes to the ropes and floors Reject with a Hart Attack clothesline! COLE And Alf answers right back! Reject hops up, and Alf meets him with another clothesline! Reject then begs off in the corner, but Alf follows him in and lays in a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf with another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf then climbs to the second rope, and starts punching as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! COACH And you said Baltimore didn't know how to count to ten, Cole! COLE No, I said *I* didnt... COACH What? COLE ... As Reject staggers out of the corner, Alf walks into it, then comes out with a BULLDOG~! He then delivers a snap legdrop, then gets on top of Reject and starts punching. COACH Come on ref, count him! COLE There's not going to be a disqualification here, Coach. Unlike the NBA, we allow the athletes to decide the matches! Alf picks up Reject and whips him hard into the corner, and Reject falls forward to the mat. COLE Alf on a roll here in the early going! Reject begs off in the corner once again, and Alf again follows him in, driving in two rights to the forehead, before Reject grabs a hold of pants and pulls him into the ringpost! COACH But the momentum may have been cut off right there! Alf falls through to the floor, and Reject follows. Reject picks up Alf, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf falls backwards to the floor, and Reject picks him up again. Reject picks up Alf in a slam position, and rams him back-first into the ringpost! COLE And Alf with his back rammed right into the steel post! Reject gets into the ring, and waits on Alf. COACH Now, Reject can let Alf get counted out here, but the deciding fall has to be a pinfall or a submission, am I right? COLE That's exactly right. COACH Right. Just making sure you've got it straight, Cole! COLE Alf starts to roll into the ring, as Reject stomps away. He then pulls Alf to mid-ring, and delivers a fisherman's buster! COACH And Reject could be going for a fall early here! Reject covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE First cover of the match, a two-count for Reject! Reject then picks Alf up slowly, and delivers a back suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf struggles into the corner, and Reject follows, delivering a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Reject then whips Alf across the ring, then does it once again, knocking Alf to the mat with another CHOP~! on the rebound! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH And Reject just measuring Alf now! He's got everything under control! Reject drops a knee to the sternum, then a second. He then picks up Alf and throws him over the top rope to the floor, in the aisleway. Reject then waits for Alf to get to his feet, before backing into the ropes, and hitting a HANDS-FREE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA onto Alf, rolling through and right up onto his feet! COLE TREMENDOUS move by Reject! Reject plays to the crowd, drawing boos, and has some colorful discussions with some ringside fans. COLE And Reject having issues with some of our ringside fans, but he has really dominated this match thus far! Reject climbs back into the ring, and waits for Alf once again. Alf struggles his way up onto the apron, where he's suplexed back inside the ring! Reject covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE But Alf keeps hanging on! Reject whips Alf into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! The referee admonishes Reject, who responds by threatening the referee. COACH Whoa, be careful, Reject! Reject heads back over to Alf, and delivers another chop! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! This time, however, Alf returns fire! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Reject backs Alf up again, and delivers another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf returns once again! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Reject backs Alf up, and delivers a third CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! And Alf returns a third CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf then fires off right hands, but Reject goes to the eyes. COLE Alf finally had some offense going, but Reject puts a stop to it in a hurry! Reject whips Alf across the ring, but Alf ducks a spinkick, and plants Reject with a German Suplex! 1... 2... NO! Reject rolls out! COLE Big move by Alf, and now both men reeling on the mat! The referee begins his count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Alf gets up first, and makes his way over to Reject, setting him up for a suplex. Reject slides behind the back, however, and takes Alf down with a spinkick! Reject then heads to the top rope. COACH Reject going upstairs now... Reject attempts a flying elbowdrop, but Alf moves out of the way! Alf gets to his feet, and catches Reject with a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COACH Oh, no! COLE And now Alf could be setting up for the big finish here! Alf follows with a TIGER BOMB~!, then waits for Reject to get to his feet, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Alf covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject gets a shoulder up! Alf questions the referee's count, but stays on Reject, clotheslining him to the floor! Alf then steps to the apron, and climbs up to the top rope, coming down with a MOONSAULT~! onto Reject! COLE Alf FLIES through the air! Alf slugs away at Reject on the floor, before picking him up and suplexing him on the floor! He then rolls Reject back into the ring, and goes to the top rope once again, drilling Reject with a missile dropkick! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject gets a shoulder up! Alf questions the count once again, and as he does, Reject pulls a foreign object from his trunks! COLE Reject just went into his tights! COACH That's impossible, there's no way he could fit all the way into those tights! COLE Look in his hand! Alf approaches Reject once again, and gets drilled with the foreign object! Reject covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! Reject slaps the mat three times in frustration, then picks Alf up. He sets Alf up for the PITCH BLACK~!!!, but Alf blocks in mid-air, then comes down and trips Reject up, applying the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE Alf with the Sharpshooter hooked, out of nowhere! Reject struggles towards the ropes, but Alf drags him back to the center! COACH No, come on, Reject! Reach those ropes! Reject turns to his right, and reaches for the ropes once again, but Alf once again pulls him to the center, just as Reject was getting his fingertips towards the ropes! Reject makes one last struggle, but has no choice but to TAP OUT! COLE And Reject taps out! Alf takes the first fall! Alf releases the hold, and rolls into his corner. BUFFER The winner of the first fall...ALFDOGG!!!!! *crowd cheers* COLE And now there will be a 30-second rest period before the second fall begins! Edited June 26, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) Alf pulls himself up in his corner, as he waits out the break, and Reject pulls himself to his feet. *DING DING DING* COLE Time for the second fall! Reject approaches Alf, who quickly takes Reject over with an armdrag! Alf then hammerlocks it on the mat, and drops knees on it. COACH Why do these guys only get 30 seconds to rest? Reject obviously wasn't ready to go yet! COLE Those are the rules, and Reject had better get ready in a hurry, or else Alf's going to pull the clean sweep here! Reject works his way to his feet, and drives an elbow right to the face of Alf! He then backs into the ropes, and shoulderchecks Alf to the mat! Reject then runs to the ropes, and Alf drops down, then leapfrogs, then drops down again to send Reject across the ring with a reverse monkey flip! Alf then gets up, backs into the ropes, and clotheslines Reject to the floor! COLE Nice recovery by Alf, and Reject reeling once again! Alf follows Reject to the outside, and tosses him back in, then scoops him in a small package! 1... 2... Kickout! Alf quickly clotheslines Reject to the mat, then delivers a snap legdrop! Alf then reapplies the armbar, but Reject uses the hair to drag Alf into the ropes. Alf reverses an Irish whip, then leapfrogs Reject, but Reject catches him with a spinning wheel kick! COACH There we go, baby! Reject gets up slowly, then stomps away at Alf, until Alf falls off the apron and to the floor. Reject follows, and rams Alf's head into the steel steps! He then throws Alf back into the ring, and delivers a backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject whips Alf into the ropes, and hooks a sleeperhold! COACH Nighty-night, Alf! Alf walks around the ring, trying to escape, but eventually fades right in the middle of it. Alf slowly sinks to one knee, then to both. Reject pulls him to the mat, where the referee raises the arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! THR...NO! Alf holds through on the final lift! COLE And Alf still able to hang in there! Alf fights to his feet, and delivers an elbow to the midsection! Then another! A third, breaking the hold! Alf goes to the ropes, and ducks a clothesline, but Reject catches him with a HURRICANRANA~! COACH Oh yeah! Great recovery! COLE Spectacular move by Reject! Cover... 1... 2... Alf kicks out! Reject goes to the top rope, and comes off with a flying bodypress! ...but Alf rolls through and comes out on top! 1... 2... Kickout! Reject quickly delivers a kick to the back of Alf, then drops a knee to it. Reject goes into the ropes, and knocks Alf off the apron to the floor with a baseball slide! COLE And Reject in control once again! Reject celebrates in the ring, getting the boos of the crowd in return. Alf climbs up onto the apron, where Reject attempts to suplex him back in. But Alf slides over the back, and executes a reverse sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! Reject gets up and lands a savate kick, then comes off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE And Alf once again kicks out! COACH How do you keep this guy down? Reject lands a European uppercut, then follows with a gutwrench suplex. Reject then goes to the top rope. COLE And Reject up top once again! Reject sizes Alf up, and comes off for a LEGDROP...but Alf rolls out of the way! COLE That may have forced a third fall had it connected, but Alf out of the way JUST in time! The referee starts a count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Reject gets to his feet first, and goes for a suplex. However, Alf blocks, and delivers one of his own! Reject begs off in the corner, and when Alf follows him in, delivers a LOW BLOW~! COLE And a blatant low blow by Reject, he could have cost himself the match right there, but the referee's letting it go! Just as long as it's consistent... Alf falls back to the mat, then Reject grabs a leg and applies a figure-four! COLE And now it's Reject with a submission hold! Alf tries to fight it, but lays back. 1... 2... Alf sits up! Alf reaches for Reject, who cinches in on the hold, causing Alf to lay back once again. 1... 2... Alf sits up again! This time, Alf turns to his left when he sits up, and starts to reverse the hold! COLE And Alf's turning this thing around! Alf manages to turn it all the way over! Reject fights it for a few seconds, then rolls again to the ropes, and the hold is broken. Both men are limping around the ring, and Alf goes into a corner. Reject charges, but is met with two feet to the face! Alf then grabs the legs and flips over... 1... 2... NO! Reject kicks out! Reject goes to the eyes of Alf. COACH And look at Reject come right back! What tenacity! He's going to make a great champion, Cole! Reject whips Alf to the ropes, and attempts a TILT-A-WHIRL, but Alf spins through to his feet, and scoops Reject up for a TOMBSTONE~! COLE Tombstone coming up, perhaps! Reject kicks his legs, and reverses! However, Alf flips over once more, and completes the move, drilling Reject into the mat! COACH Oh, man, this could be it. Alf covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject gets a shoulder up! Alf goes to pick up Reject, and Reject again goes to the eyes! COACH And AGAIN, Reject comes back! When Alf regains his senses, Reject goes for a foot to the gut, but Alf catches it. Reject goes for an enziguri, but Alf ducks, and while still holding onto Reject's foot, kicks him right between the legs, prompting an audible groan from the audience. Alf keeps his foot there for a second, as the camera pans in on Reject's wide-eyed, pained face, then lets him fall to the mat. COACH Come ON, what about a DQ there? COLE Turnabout is fair play, Coach! Alf was just returning the favor from earlier! Alf smiles at Reject down on the mat, then picks him up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Alf follows Reject, climbing up to the top rope, and pulling Reject up, taking him off with a SUPERPLEX~! COLE And Alf with the superplex! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject kicks out again! Alf waits on Reject to get up, and hooks a small package! 1... 2... NO! Kickout! Alf then hooks Reject from behind for a backslide, but Reject blocks with the rope, then spins out...and drops Alf with the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COACH YEAH! COLE Reject with the EULOGY out of nowhere! Reject covers... 1... 2... 3!!! COACH ALL RIGHT! COLE And we're all tied up! Reject gets up slowly and raises his arms in the air, then makes the belt motion around his waist as the crowd boos. BUFFER The winner of the second fall, evening the match at one fall apiece... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECT!!!!! COLE And one more fall, before we find out who will walk out of Baltimore the champion! Reject stalks Alf in a corner as the third fall begins. *DING DING DING* Reject pounces immediately, stomping away at Alf in the corner. Reject then drags Alf out of the corner and into the middle of the ring, backing up and hitting a nice dropkick! COLE Great dropkick by Reject, as he maintains control into the third and deciding fall! Alf rolls to the outside of the ring, and Reject follows. Reject delivers a couple stomps, then grabs Alf and whips him into the steel steps! Reject then rolls back into the ring and plays to the crowd, drawing boos. COACH He's got it under control, doesn't he? COLE Indeed he does! COACH If this keeps up, you're looking at the new champion of the world, right there! Alf slowly rolls back into the ring, and Reject picks him up and drags him into the corner, delivering a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Reject lifts Alf's head up, then delivers a second CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf sinks to the mat, and Reject delivers forearms to the back of the head. Reject picks up Alf and whips him into the ropes, delivering a TILT-A-WHIRL backbreaker! COLE What a backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject gets to his feet, and delivers a big kick to the ribs of Alf! Reject with a second kick, and Alf rolls to the outside once again. Reject again follows, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf sinks to the floor again, and Reject rolls back into the ring. Reject stands in a corner, waiting on Alf. The referee gets dangerously close to a 10-count, so Reject breaks up the count as Alf climbs onto the apron again. This time, Reject delivers a big dropkick, sending Alf off of the apron...and THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE~!!! COACH OH SHIT, SON! COLE Alf nearly landing right on top of us, and he's out of it! COACH Just bring him back in, Reject, and you've got it! Reject rolls to the outside and grabs Alf by the hair, tossing him back into the ring. Reject picks up Alf, and delivers a gutwrench suplex, then covers... 1... 2... NO! Alf gets a shoulder up! COLE But Alf still hanging in there! Reject questions the referee's count, then goes to the top rope. Reject waits patiently on Alf to get to his feet, then comes off with a MISSILE DROPKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Alf is too close to the ropes, and gets a foot out! Reject grabs the leg off... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject hooks both legs tight... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject quickly picks Alf up and tosses him into the corner, delivering a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Reject then whips Alf across the ring hard, and on the rebound, catches Alf with a HURRICANRANA~! 1... 2... NO! Alf gets a shoulder up! COACH Oh my GOD, I thought he had him! Reject kneels on the mat for a second, then goes to the top once again. Reject comes off the top, but Alf gets a foot up! Reject falls to the mat, and the referee begins his count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Both men slowly get to their feet. COACH Where do these guys get the strength, Cole? Alf gets up into a corner, and Reject charges with a spinning wheel kick, but Alf ducks, and Reject gets hung up in the TREE OF WOE~! COACH Oh, no! COLE And Reject is all tied up, with no place to go! Alf delivers kicks to the midsection, then unties Reject, drags him to the center of the ring, and locks him in the figure-four! COLE Figure-four locked in by Alf! COACH Hang on, Reject! Reject screams in pain as he tries to reach the ropes. He lays on his back, and the referee counts... 1... 2... Reject sits up, and makes a lunge for the ropes, but can't reach them! Reject then begins to turn the hold over! COACH All right, it looks like he's going to reverse the hold! Reject swings his arm around, giving himself momentum, and turns the hold over! COLE And Reject has turned it around! Alf hangs on for a few seconds, then rolls over himself and grabs the bottom rope! The referee unties the hold, and Alf gets to his feet and delivers a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COACH Oh, no! COLE Alf's getting cooking! Alf follows up with a T-BONE SUPLEX~!, and covers... 1... 2... NO! Reject gets a shoulder up! Alf executes a fisherman's suplex... 1... 2... NO! Reject with another kickout! Alf goes to the top rope, and waits on Reject to get to his feet. Alf attempts a flying bodypress, but Reject ducks, and Alf presses Hebner! COLE Uh-oh... COACH Now what? Reject pulls a pair of brass knuckles out of his kneepad, and hides them as he rests on his knees and head on the mat. Alf goes over to grab Reject, and is met with an uppercut! COLE Oh, come on! Reject tucks the knucks back in, and lays on Alf, as Nick Patrick slides into the ring... 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! Reject turns over and glares at Patrick as he gets to his feet. Patrick shows him the two-sign, and Reject gets up...flooring Patrick with the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE What was that? Now we're back to no referee! Alf gets to his feet, as Reject pulls the knucks back out and takes another swing...but Alf ducks, and delivers a back suplex to Reject! Hebner revives and makes the count...and a Charles Robinson also slides in... 1 (1)... 2 (2)... 3 (3)!!! *DING DING DING* COLE What's going on now? Two three-counts??? Robinson jumps up and raises Alf's hand in the air. COACH No, wait a minute! COLE Alf retains the title! Meanwhile, Hebner retrieves the belt from the ring announcer... COLE The referee with the belt now... ...and HANDS IT TO REJECT, then raises his hand!!! COLE ...WHAT??? COACH YYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Reject grabs the belt in both hands, and with a wide eyed look on his face, looks into it, then jumps up, hops up onto the second buckle, and raises it in the air! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECT!!!!! Alf immediately approaches Hebner, and grabs him by the shirt collar, motioning that he was the one who had Reject pinned. Robinson raises his hand once again. COACH No way! Charles Robinson was not the official referee for this match! It was Earl Hebner, and he declared Reject the winner and new World champion! COLE Well, it appeared that perhaps both men's shoulders were down! Hebner motions that he saw Alf's shoulders down, and counted him out, and raises Reject's hand once again. Alf and Reject jaw at one another, as the referees continue to raise their hands. Robinson then pulls Hebner aside, and the two have a discussion. COLE The referees conferring now with Michael Buffer... BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please. On the order of OAOAST referees Charles Robinson and Earl Hebner, we will ask that a video replay of the final sequence of the match be shown on the AngleTron! COACH Why? The match is over! *the replay is shown, as Reject swings and misses at Alf, then Alf applies a back suplex. Indeed, the replay shows the shoulders of both men on the mat, with Alf being counted down by Hebner, and Reject being counted down by Robinson.* COLE Well, it was clear to me that both men's shoulders were down, as the referees talk with Michael Buffer once again... BUFFER Ladies and gentleman, here is the official decision. Both men's shoulders were counted to the mat for a count of three in the deciding fall, with the score tied at 1-1. As a result, this match has been ruled...a DRAW! *crowd boos the shit out of the decision.* COLE/COACH BUFFER However, being that this is an OAOAST PPV event, it is in our best interest to ensure that the show must end with a definite winner! *crowd cheers* BUFFER Therefore, the referees have agreed that this match will be decided by a SUDDEN DEATH fall! The next wrestler to score a pinfall or submission will be the winner! *crowd EXPLODES* Reject jumps Alf with the belt, then tosses it back to the middle of the ring! *DING DING DING* COLE So we go to overtime! COACH This is not right, Cole! That belt should belong to Reject right now! Reject delivers a swinging neckbreaker to Alf on the belt, then goes up to the top rope. Reject comes off the top rope for a Frog Splash, but Alf raises the belt up, and Reject lands on it! COACH And now Alf resorting to using foreign objects! COLE Wait a minute, it was Reject using the brass knuckles in the last fall almost stealing the belt! Alf gets up, then plants Reject with the WHIPLASH~! Alf then kicks the belt out of the ring, and goes to the top, coming down with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE ALF HIT IT! Hebner makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!! COACH NO!!! COLE And Alf retains in the extra period! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winner in sudden death...and STILL OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! COACH Damn it, Cole, this is not right, and you know it! Alf's not going to get away with this! *Coach throws his headset down, and puts his head in his hands in frustration.* COLE Well, whether it's right or not, Alf has in fact gotten away with it tonight, as he retains the World championship! Reject gives Alf a cold glare as he backs down the aisle with the belt in hand. Most of the fans are cheering for Alf, but some boos can be heard. COLE But you can bet Reject will be heard from again! What's going to go down this Thursday on HeldDOWN~!? For the Coach, I'm Michael Cole! Good night! FADE TO BLACK Edited June 27, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 (edited) A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production DIRECTED BY Tony149 WRITTEN BY PK Alfdogg Zack Malibu Bruce Blank Adam King Cucaracha Tony149 Masked Man of Mystery Ed Wood Caulfield PFL GRAPHICS BY Papacita PRODUCERS Adam KC Alfdogg Crystal Mystery Eskimo CREATIVE CONSULTANT Patty O'Green OAOAST CREATED BY Tony149 CWM Anglesault OAOAST PRESIDENT EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. Edited June 26, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
