Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B O O M ~! The camera pans over a ROARING crowd inside the American Airlines Arena. SCHIAVONE (Off-Screen) Live from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida, home of the 2006 NBA World Champion Miami Heat, welcome to the 5th annunal Angleslam! SWOOP~ over to our hosts atop the world famous INTERVIEW STAGE! LIVE MIAMI, FLORIDA SCHIAVONE Hi, everyone. Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura from OAOAST Syndicated, your hosts for another exciting night of OAOAST action. In addition to the 4 championship matches signed, you will also see tonight the semifinals and finals of the Tag Team World Cup, the first ever Miami Mayhem match held under the OAOAST banner and a steel cage match between Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid. But 3 matches in particular have captivated the hearts and minds of fans around the world, the most personal involving the intense feud between Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank. VENTURA Yeah. You know, I did plently of dastardly deeds in my day, but what Bruce Blank has done is gone above and beyond the tatics used by many to gain the competitive edge over their opponent. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the careers of Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank ended tonight. It's that personal. SCHIAVONE Another feud that is personal revolves around the OAOAST World tag team championship. Black T vs. The Sooner Bruisers vs. The Heavenly Rockers. We thought it was going to be The Heavenly Rockers vs. Black T, but after the events of Thursday night it became a Triple Threat match at the request of the champions, Jesse. VENTURA Black T had a lot to say about that when I interviewed earlier today. But I think the Coach said it best Thursday night -- Logan and Synth'll be out for blood, Black T out for gold and The Sooners just out for themselves. SCHIAVONE Then the big one for the OAOAST Championship. Alfdogg defends his title against a former World Champion himself, Drek Stone. VENTURA I think Alf's in over his head tonight. Drek ain't no chump, you know. He's got friends in high places. Places of power in the OAOAST. If I'm Alfdogg I try to get the match over with as quickly as possible. SCHIAVONE As you can hear behind me, the crowd is fired up, and so are we. The hottest event of the summer starts right now! Will Smith's "Miami" plays to a montage straight out of the 1980s featuring clips of OAOAST superstars performing some of their signature moves and summertime images -- playing in the park, riding a mechanical bull(!), that sort of thing. Edited August 28, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) The lights go down in the arena, and several spotlights shine on the steel cage at the top of the arena. Ominous music plays as the cage starts lowering to the ring, causing the fans to cheer loudly. COLE Michael Cole and Johnathan Coachman coming to you, as always, from Sofa Central. And we begin AngleSlam with a match that will not be for the weak of heart. An “I Quit!” Match inside a Steel Cage as “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican collides with Thunderkid one more time, in a match that is being called PR/Thunderkid: The Final Confrontation. COACH I am ready for this match, Mikey! Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid will be locked inside a 15-foot high, 20-feet wide steel cage. And it’s just going to be PRL, Thunderkid, the referee, and a microphone. That’s it! No Lightning Crew, no Alfdogg, no nothing! PRL and Thunderkid are now going to finally settle their issue that’s been building since Living Anglelously! The steel cage is just about to surround the ring. The crowd buzzes in anticipation for the match. The ominous music continues playing. COLE This match ain’t going to be pretty. You heard that from PRL himself. He’s said that there will be bloodshed. He’s also said that you will never hear him say, “I quit!” But will that change tonight? Will Tha Puerto Rican say, “I quit!” for the first time in his career? Or will it be Thunderkid who has to say those two words? COACH It’s really tough to call. Both men are evenly matched. Both men are determined to come out the winner. They will give it their all tonight, to make sure the other man says, “I quit!” This is the biggest match in Thunderkid’s career, and it’s taking place at the biggest event of the summer. How appropriate is that? The steel cage is now surrounding the ring. The spotlights still stay on the cage. COLE Very appropriate Coach. And now it is time. The “I Quit!” Steel Cage Match is about to begin. Remember, there’s no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications. The only way to win is to make your opponent say, “ I quit!” into the microphone. The cage is now surrounding the ring. Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid are ready to go. And so are we. So let’s go to the ring where Michael Buffer is standing by for the introductions. The ominous music ends. The lights go back on in the arena. Michael Buffer is standing in the center of the ring, mic and cue cards in his hands. The crowd buzzes with excitement. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the “I Quit!” Steel Cage Match to begin OAOAST AngleSlam 2006! Here are the rules: there are no pinfalls and no submissions. There are no disqualifications. The only way to win is by saying into the microphone “I quit!” When the bell sounds, your referee for this match will be Earl Hebner. And the outside referee, to make sure that there is no Lightning Crew interference, will be Nick Patrick. And indeed, Nick Patrick is standing by the cage door, watching the entrance. BUFFER (CONT’D) Now then…ARE YOU READY? CROWD YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BUFFER Wrestling fans, are…you…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY?!!! CROWD YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BUFFER Than, for the thousands in attendance at the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida, and the millions watching around the world. Ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The crowd cheers. The camera does several close-ups of the steel cage. COLE Good idea to have Nick Patrick guard the outside to make sure The Lightning Crew doesn’t try to do anything funny. COACH The OAOAST is doing everything it can to make sure that this is a fair fight. We said this will be the Final Confrontation, and we mean it! No false promises from us, that’s for sure! COLE Amen to that. We see Earl Hebner standing in the ring with a microphone in his hands. The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and blue strobe lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, his manager and "Career Consultant" Stephen Joseph Popick, and his girlfriend Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing her hair down and decked out in a tight black Lightning Crew T-shirt, a gold necklace, diamond earrings, gold bracelets, a leather skirt, and go-go boots. Popick is holding the Corporate Champion belt, while PR is holding the briefcase which holds his guaranteed World Title shot contract inside. PR raises the briefcase at the same time as Popick raises the Corporate Champion belt over his head. The crowds' boos get louder. COLE There’s the man who has everything going his way right now. PR looks at the crowd in disgust, jawing with some fans. He looks at Popick and Lindsay, and the three of them begin their walk down the entrance ramp. Puerto mugs for the camera holding the briefcase up, while Lindsay walks behind him, and Popick brings up the rear, holding the Corporate Champion belt over his head as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. BUFFER Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. Accompanied to the ring by his manager and “Career Consultant” Stephen Joseph Popick AND his girlfriend, the 1st Lady Of The Lightning Crew Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is a former OAOAST North American Champion, a 3-time OAOAST Puerto Rican/Italian/Puerto Rican Champion. AND he is the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history. The leader of The Lightning Crew and a man who has a contract for a World Heavyweight Championship shot whenever he wishes; he…is…”The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! PR smirks at the crowd as he reminds the fans at home that, yes, he does have a contract to face the World Champion whenever he wants. Chants of "P.R. SUCKS!" fill the arena as PRL, Popick, and Lindsay continue their walk to the ring. COLE The man with the golden contract. He can cash it in whenever he wants. Whether it be tomorrow, next month, or next year, that contract gives him one guaranteed title shot against the OAOAST Champion. COACH And I get the feeling that PRL is glad he doesn’t have to put that contract on the line tonight at AngleSlam. COLE Somehow I think you’re right. Tha Puerto Rican stops to look at the steel cage. He’s hesitant to get in at first, and takes a big gulp that is noticeable on camera. Puerto Rican takes a deep breath, and high fives Stephen Popick, before handing him the briefcase. He then hugs his manager, who wishes him good luck. PR then hugs Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and receives a kiss on the lips for luck. PR mouths, “I’m ready”, and then climbs the ring steps to enter the ring and the steel cage. COLE Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph won’t do PR any good in this match. Nick Patrick is out here to make sure there’s no interference from The Lightning Crew. This match is between PR and TK, not The LC. COACH Too many initials. Coach confused. Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans' boos while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose but there’s no pyro tonight because of the steel cage. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting "P.R. SUCKS!" PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his hands. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises his hands again. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, and raises his right arm in the air and "smells the electricity" a'la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. COLE Tha Puerto Rican looks ready. He was a little hesitant to enter the cage, but now he’s got his game face on, and he’s going to need it. This will NOT be an easy match for him. COACH Or Thunderkid for that matter. An “I Quit!” Match, especially one inside a Steel Cage, is definitely going to take a lot out of both men. Their careers might never be the same. After tonight, one man will have the biggest win of his career, while the other will have the biggest lost. COLE Good point, Coach. Did I just say that? COACH Yes. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes and removes his sunglasses and earring. He says something to Earl Hebner as the lights go back on in the arena and “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. A LOUD “P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts up again. COLE The thousands of fans in the Triple A arena are showering the Corporate Champ with boos! COACH What? I can’t hear you! Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez stand together outside the ring. Popick is holding the briefcase with his right hand, and has the Corporate Champion belt over his left shoulder. Both he and Lindsay have concerned looks on their faces. P.R. bounces off the ropes to get ready for the match. COLE This is only Tha Puerto Rican’s third steel cage match in the OAOAST. He is 1-1 in these types of matches, losing to “Shooter” Jay Darring in a Three Stages Of Hell Match for the North American and Puerto Rican Championships at License To Pin 2003 and defeating Panther in the “Rage In The Cage” Steel Cage Match at AngleMania IV in April 2005. COACH And he retired Panther in that match. Don’t remember? He’ll remind you again and again. COLE Yes. We have all heard that time and time again. COACH It does get irritating, doesn’t it? “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican looks to the entrance. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. The crowd murmurs in excitement, ready for Thunderkid’s entrance. COLE PRL is ready. Is Thunderkid ready? The lights go down in the arena again. The crowd cheers. Smoke starts appearing in the entryway as “God Of Thunder” by KISS starts playing. Yellow strobe lights surround the entrance set. Thunderkid steps out through the curtains. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Thunderkid looks at the crowd with a serious expression on his face. He raises his hands in the air, acknowledging the fans, and then walks to the ring, his eyes focused on the steel cage and Tha Puerto Rican. Thunderkid does slap some hands as he walks though. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming down the aisle. From Green Bay, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 255 lbs. He is a former OAOAST North American Champion. The vastly popular THUNDERRRRRRRRRKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! The crowd cheers. Thunderkid continues walking to the ring. COLE This whole feud started back on April 30th at Living Anglelously 2006, when Tha Puerto Rican hit Thunderkid in the back with a steel chair during his No Holds Barred Match against Reject. Axel suspended PRL for the month of May before we could get an explanation, but made an appearance at the School’s Out pay-per-view on May 28th, attacking Thunderkid AGAIN during the Sunday Detention Challenge for the OAOAST Heartland Championship, which Brock Ausstin later won. We would later find out that the reason PRL attacked Thunderkid both times was to get Alfdogg’s attention, and get an OAOAST World Title shot. COACH And he did get an OAOAST Title shot, on the June 1st HeldDOWN~!, when he took on Alfdogg one-on-one. COLE And just when it looked like PRL might win the match and the title, Thunderkid interfered, causing the disqualification, and ruining PRL’s shot at the title. COACH That made the feud personal. PRL and Thunderkid fought at The Great Angle Bash on June 25th, with PRL coming out the winner when he cheated to beat Thunderkid! COLE PRL and Thunderkid would face off in the Battlebowl Match on July 4th and again during the LUDICROUS SPEED~! Lethal Rumble which PRL won by eliminating Thunderkid and Reject! COACH PRL and Thunderkid also had a match at OAOAST Syndicated on July 29th, which ended in a No Contest when PRL and Thunderkid couldn’t stop brawling. They brawled all the way to the back, and had to be separated by OAOAST superstars! COLE And so that brings us to tonight. The Final Confrontation between Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid. Thunderkid has told PRL to prepare to bleed at AngleSlam, while PRL has promised that there will be bloodshed, but it won’t be from him. No pinfalls count in this match, so neither the Corporate Nightmare nor the Thunderbolt DDT will get the job done tonight. The only way to win is to make your opponent say, “I quit!” COACH This should be, as Good Ol’ JR would say, a slobberknocker! What a way to kickoff AngleSlam! Thunderkid enters the steel cage. He glances over at PRL, and then climbs a second turnbuckle. TK raises his hands to cheers. TK climbs to the opposite second turnbuckle and raises his hands again to cheers as “God Of Thunder” continues playing. TK hypes the crowd up with PRL sneering at him. ‘Kid gets off the second turnbuckle while the lights go back on in the arena. Thunderkid and Tha Puerto Rican stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. COLE Thunderkid has said this will be the biggest match of his career, and how proud he would be if he could beat PRL a week after he got the guaranteed title shot. COACH It can happen, but so can PRL beating him to a bloody pulp and making him say, “I quit!” COLE … PRL and Thunderkid stand at opposite turnbuckles. Referee Earl Hebner pats down both PR and TK. Referee Nick Patrick has already closed the steel cage door. Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez pray for PRL’s safety. Earl Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* “God Of Thunder” by KISS dies down. Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid both get out from their corners. The crowd is hot, ready for the match, and AngleSlam, to begin. P.R. and TK have a staredown in the center of the ring. COLE What could they be saying to each other? PR and TK getting louder and louder. Finally, PRL throws the first shot. Thunderkid fires back. The two men engage in a slugfest! Back and forth they go, neither man gaining the advantage. That is until Thunderkid starts firing repeated punches to the skull! The punches stun PR momentarily, but enough that TK can whip Puerto into the ropes, and follow it up with a belly-to-back suplex! PR clutches his back in pain while Thunderkid quickly gets up. COLE Baton down the hatches, they can fight all night! There is NO time limit in this match! PR uses the ropes to get up. He and Thunderkid circle each other. Each waits for the other to make a move. PRL and Thunderkid lunge after each other, like they’re going for a lockup, but instead, PR ducks underneath ‘Kid, grabs his legs, and brings him down to the mat. PR grabs Thunderkid’s right foot, but Thunderkid kicks PR in the face with his left foot, causing PRL to fall to the mat. Both PRL and Thunderkid get up at the same time, but then PRL charges, and grabs ‘Kid’s legs again, bringing him down to the mat. PRL gets right on top of Thunderkid and starts pounding on his head. However, Thunderkid reverses, and now he’s on top of PRL pounding on his head! BUT THEN, PRL reverses, and he’s back to pounding TK’s head. COLE Both men are jockeying for control. Neither man wants to be the one to utter those two words. They don’t want to be humiliated and degraded tonight at AngleSlam! PRL chokes Thunderkid with his bare hands. Thunderkid quickly scratches PR’s eyes, getting him off of him. Tha Puerto Rican gets up first, so he starts the attack, kicking Thunderkid in the back with his shaky leg kicks. He then picks Thunderkid up, and nails him with a European Uppercut, which knocks him down. PR picks Thunderkid up again, and nails him with several more European Uppercuts that do a good job in wearing down TK. COLE PRL not letting Thunderkid escape for one second! He is on him like I’m on my boy toy every night! COACH TMI, dude. Puerto Rican grabs Thunderkid and nails him with another European Uppercut. Thunderkid fires with a punch! PR fires with a punch of his own! TK with a punch! PR! TK! PR! TK! Another slugfest in the ring! TK gains control again, hitting PR with right jabs to the face. COLE Thunderkid in control, despite not feeling 100% from Drek Stone’s brutal attack last Thursday on HeldDOWN~! The punches daze and confuse Tha Puerto Rican. So much so, that he just Flair Flops onto the mat after 6 straight punches to the face! Thunderkid is not done yet. He picks PRL up, and goes back to punching him. PRL tries to escape, but no matter where he goes, Thunderkid punches him. COLE I don’t know how long PRL can take this kind of punishment! COACH Probably not for long, Michael. Thunderkid scoops up Tha Puerto Rican into a fallaway slam position. ‘Kid walks around the ring with PRL in his hands, before rushing forward and THROWING him into the steel cage! COLE Good God! The crowd, Stephen Joseph, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez groan when they see that. PRL is kissing the canvas. Thunderkid looks to the crowd, who cheer loudly. Thunderkid cracks a half-smile, and then picks PRL up. “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” PRL is now on the outside of the ring, but since the cage is right next to him, it doesn’t really matter. Thunderkid hammers him in the back of his neck. ‘Kid pulls back on PRL’s head, causing his neck to meet the ropes. PRL flails his arms around, but to no success. Thunderkid then slams PRL’s head on the steel cage—NO!—PRL holds on. Thunderkid tries again. BUT PRL WON’T BUDGE! Thunderkid keeps trying to slam Tha Puerto Rican’s face against the steel mesh, but to no avail. PRL manages to nail Thunderkid with a back elbow, breaking his grip. Thunderkid falls to the mat, already feeling the effects of the match. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez breathes a sigh of relief. COLE This match is taking a toll already on the two competitors. Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid have been hammering into each other since the match began, and it won’t stop until one of them says, “I quit!” COACH And it maybe a long while before that happens! Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid are both feeling fatigued. TK starts to get up, as Tha Puerto Rican climbs the top rope. When TK gets to a vertical base, PRL leaps off the top rope with a double axehandle, knocking TK back down! MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Yes! Wooo! Yes! PRL goes back to his shaky leg kicks. Ms. Gonzalez cheers after each kick. PR picks up Thunderkid. He scoops him up to give him a bodyslam back to the mat! The crowd starts buzzing, knowing what is coming up next. COLE Here we go. Tha Puerto Rican exits the ring and climbs the top rope. The crowd stands up and starts booing. PRL stands up on the top rope, removes his elbow pad, and throws it down on the mat. PR motions to the crowd, and then leaps off the top rope, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air. Corporate Elbow Drop! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE PRL with a Corporate Elbow Drop on Thunderkid! COACH Will that be enough to make him say, “I quit!”? Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph Popick applaud one of PRL’s (many) signature moves. Thunderkid is still lying on the mat following the elbow drop. PRL dares him to get up, but then says, “Fuck it.” and picks him up. Instead of doing anything fancy, PRL simply grabs Thunderkid by his tights…and throws him right into the steel cage! The Kid crumbles to the mat! COLE Oh my! That was right hard in the forehead into the steel cage! Thunderkid has a small cut above his forehead now. PRL grins evilly when he sees this. Puerto Rican stands over Thunderkid and grabs him by his hair. Puerto starts punching the forehead repeatedly. COACH PRL sees the cut, and now he’s trying to make it worst! COLE He’s like a shark that smells blood! Tha Puerto Rican has the advantage now, as Thunderkid is bleeding! The Corporate Champ punches Thunderkid’s forehead in rapid-fire succession drawing more blood! PR has some blood on his hands that he wipes off on his tights. PR removes his Puerto Rican flag bandana and chokes Thunderkid with it! Blood starts pouring down Thunderkid’s face as he gasps for air. The crowd cheers loudly, hoping to get Thunderkid back into the match. COLE And you can see. The blood loss is getting worst. PRL said that there wouldn’t be any bloodshed coming from him, and he maybe right! COACH Thunderkid is just at the mercy of Tha Puerto Rican right about now! PRL is still choking Thunderkid, who is on his knees, with his bandana. But then, Thunderkid starts waving his arms wildly. Thunderkid then sits up. He then gets on one knee. PRL is still choking him with the bandana, but it’s like it has no effect on him now! Thunderkid digs deep and finds the strength inside him to get up and grab the bandana, stopping the choking to a loud pop from the crowd! COLE Thunderkid stopped the choking! I don’t believe it! Unfortunately, PRL nails Thunderkid in his kidneys, cutting the comeback short. Thunderkid falls onto the ropes. Tha Puerto Rican grabs Thunderkid and gives him a vertical suplex. The crowd boos. PRL rolls through, and gives Thunderkid another vertical suplex. The crowd boos louder. PRL rolls through a third time, and sets TK up for a third vertical suplex. PRL holds Thunderkid up in the air, letting the blood (the blood that’s inside him) rush to his head. Some of the crowd applauds PRL for how long he’s holding Thunderkid up in the air. COLE We’re seeing the talent of Tha Puerto Rican on display right here. PRL does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture. He then walks to the ropes, and drops TK’s stomach onto the top ring rope, doing a slingshot suplex on him, completing the Corporate Trifecta. PRL applauds himself after the move. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Popick applaud him too. COACH We’re seeing the arrogance of Tha Puerto Rican on display here! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican picks up Thunderkid. He gives him a Rock-style punch to the temple, and then whips him into the ropes…Thunderkid reverses…PRL bounces off the ropes…Thunderkid grabs PRL…and drops him with a stun gun on the top rope! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Thunderkid really snapped PRL’s neck hard up against those ropes with that stun gun! I really think he took a lot out of Tha Puerto Rican with that move. COLE Excellent point, Coach! COACH Wow, I am on a roll. Tha Puerto Rican clutches his neck, coughing profusely. Lindsay Gonzalez is worried for PRL. Thunderkid stomps on PRL, and then picks him up. Punch to the face! But PRL is back with a punch of his own! He then kicks TK in the gut, and then does it again for fun, which causes ‘Kid to fall to the mat. PRL is moving slower now as the match is really taking its toll on him. Blood is now covering most of Thunderkid’s face, and he’s still bleeding! Tha Puerto Rican picks up Thunderkid. He readies himself, spitting in his left hand, and then punches Thunderkid—BLOCKED! Thunderkid with a punch! Then another punch! Then another punch! COLE We haven’t seen a lot of wrestling moves in this match, but we’ve seen a whole lot of punching! Punching from two men who hate each other, and who want to be the one that gains the victory tonight as we begin AngleSlam! Thunderkid punches PRL, causing him to fall on his ass. Thunderkid goes to pick him up, BUT Puerto Rican grabs Thunderkid’s tights, and throws him into the steel cage again! TK falls to the mat! COLE Thunderkid AGAIN into the cage! Thunderkid is kissing the canvas. Tha Puerto Rican catches his breath, and then wipes the sweat from his forehead. He calls to Popick. THA PUERTO RICAN Yo! Popick! PRL motions to Popick to do something, and Popick knows exactly what it is. Stephen Joseph climbs the steel cage on the outside. COLE Huh? Nick Patrick tries to stop him. And so does Earl Hebner. The two men try to get the OAOAST Corporate member to climb back down. Popick has a smirk on his face. He throws the Corporate Champion belt over the top of the steel cage into the ring! COLE Now come on! I know there are no rules, but this isn’t right! Popick just gave PRL an unfair advantage! COACH He’s doing everything he can to make sure his client wins this “I Quit!” Match. COLE Yeah, and it makes me sick! The crowd boos loudly. The Corporate Champion belt now lies in the ring and Thunderkid has yet to get up. Nick Patrick and Earl Hebner finally convince Stephen Joseph to get off the cage. Stephen smiles when he gets off the cage though, a job well done. Ms. Lindsay thanks Popick for what he just did. Meanwhile, in the ring, Tha Puerto Rican picks up the Corporate Champion belt, causing the crowd to boo. “P.R. SUCKS!” “P.R. SUCKS!” “P.R. SUCKS!” “P.R. SUCKS!” PRL smiles evilly, looking at the crowd. He looks at Thunderkid, with devious intentions on his mind. Thunderkid starts getting up slowly. PRL gets ready to do some damage with the belt. The crowd is worried for TK. ‘Kid slowly gets to one knee. Tha Puerto Rican snaps into action, leaping up, and SLAMMING the Corporate Champion belt into the back of Thunderkid’s head! TK falls back down to the mat. COLE The Corporate Champion belt! That damn belt! That damn belt is being used as a weapon again! COACH The Corporate Champion belt has been used on Thunderkid before! It was the belt that cost him to lose to Vitamin X on HeldDOWN~! a few weeks ago, and it was that belt that cost him to lose to Tha Puerto Rican at The Great Angle Bash! COACH And it maybe the belt that costs him this match! Tha Puerto Rican laughs manically. He kisses the Corporate Champion belt and throws it aside. Thunderkid is lying on the mat. PRL snatches the microphone away from Earl Hebner and gets on his knees, grabbing Thunderkid and shoving the microphone in his face. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN What do you say, Thunderkid? Do you give up? THUNDERKID AAAAAAHHHHHHH! THA PUERTO RICAN Do you give up? THUNDERKID …UP YOURS! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH I guess that means no. COLE Yes. Tha Puerto Rican hits Thunderkid in the head with the microphone and then throws it away. Earl Hebner picks up the microphone again. EARL HEBNER Testing. Testing. One. Two. Three. Okay we’re good. Tha Puerto Rican gets up, and stomps on Thunderkid with his shaky leg kicks. Puerto Rican picks TK up, and places him in between his legs. PRL lifts Thunderkid up. Piledriver! PRL laughs evilly. Tha Puerto Rican picks Thunderkid up again, and knees him in the gut. He does the CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms. BUT WAIT! Thunderkid springs to life, and attacks PRL! Rights and lefts to the matinee idol looks of Tha Puerto Rican! PRL is stunned, so TK grabs PRL by his tights, just like PRL did to him before, and throws him into the steel cage! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Now it’s PRL’s turn to hit the cage! PR Flair Flops onto the mat! Thunderkid watches as PRL holds his face in agony. Popick and Lindsay begin to panic on the outside. Thunderkid picks Tha Puerto Rican up. Thunderkid’s face is now a crimson mask. Thunderkid says something to Tha Puerto Rican and then throws him face-first into the steel mesh again! COLE Thunderkid doing it again! He’s trying to bust PRL open! COACH And I think it maybe working! PRL screams out in pain. Thunderkid stomps on Tha Puerto Rican, to increasingly loud cheers from the crowd. “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” “THUN-DER-KID!” Thunderkid picks Tha Puerto Rican up. Falcon Arrow! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is covering her mouth, as she is now worried for her man. PRL now has a cut above his left eye. Blood is still pouring from Thunderkid’s forehead. Thunderkid grabs the mic away from Earl Hebner and walks over to Tha Puerto Rican, who has crawled over to a turnbuckle so that he can be close to Lindsay. ‘Kid grabs PRL by his hair and jams the microphone into his mouth. THUNDERKID DO YOU QUIT? DO YOU GIVE IT AWAY? HUH? THA PUERTO RICAN AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THUNDERKID SAY IT PR! SAY THOSE TWO WORDS! THA PUERTO RICAN Okay. SUCK IT! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL elbows Thunderkid in the gut. He very slowly gets up. Blood is now pouring from above PRL’s left eye, causing Puerto to almost lose his balance. He is breathing hard now. P.R. grabs Thunderkid and hits him with a Rock-style punch to the temple. He then does it again. And again. PRL gives Thunderkid an Irish whip into the ropes. When Thunderkid bounces off the ropes, PRL grabs him, and (just barely) lifts him up and down for the SPINEBUSTER! COACH Whoa! PRL just gave Thunderkid the Spinebuster! The crowd boos loudly, but some cheer, since they know what the spinebuster sets up. PRL sits on his ass, the spinebuster taking a lot out of him. Thunderkid lies in the middle of the ring, bloodied, and out of it. PRL gets up, and slowly walks over to TK where he kicks TK’s right arm over his body. COLE Oh my! It could be time for…it could be time for one of PRL’s favorite moves! COACH This crowd knows what’s coming up next! Tha Puerto Rican, breathing hard, removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down onto Thunderkid’s body. He does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, jumps over Thunderkid, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. PR stops to catch his breath, and then drops the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, the INTENSEZONE ELBOW! “YEEEEEEAAHHHHH – BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE The IntenseZone Elbow! The IntenseZone Elbow on Thunderkid! COACH That was an AngleSlam IntenseZone Elbow! The crowd is going nuts following that last move. PR sits up and holds his right elbow, trying not to conserve all the energy he can. Thunderkid is still knocked out and bloodied. COLE Thunderkid is out cold, but this match cannot end unless Thunderkid says, “I quit!” COACH And it looks like he might soon! PRL whistles to Popick, and motions for him to get something. Popick nods his head. He looks underneath the ring for something, and pulls out…a SLEDGEHAMMER. COLE Oh no! Oh no! What the hell is that doing here? Triple H doesn’t work for the OAOAST! Popick grins evilly when he grabs the sledgehammer. Lindsay smiles too. Stephen Joseph throws the sledgehammer over the top of the cage into the ring…on his fifth try. POPICK (To Lindsay) See! Told you I could do it! COLE This isn’t good. This isn’t good for Thunderkid at all. We’ve got the Corporate Champion belt in the ring, and now we’ve got a sledgehammer! And both weapons belong to Tha Puerto Rican! COACH PRL is doing all he can to make sure that it is HE, not Thunderkid, who wins this match! The Corporate Champ grabs the sledgehammer. The crowd boos loudly. P.R.L. laughs manically. Thunderkid is starting to get up, crawling around the ring. Most of PRL’s face is covered in blood right now. COLE If Thunderkid gets hit with the sledgehammer, he’s history. COACH Right. PR waits for Thunderkid to get up, sledgehammer in his hands. The fans try to warn TK of his impending doom. Thunderkid slowly gets to one knee. COLE Look out Thunderkid! PRL gets ready to charge with the sledgehammer. Thunderkid slowly gets to a vertical base. TK wipes the sweat and blood from his forehead and then turns around. PRL charges forward with the sledgehammer. He swings… Thunderkid DUCKS the sledgehammer! Thunderkid punches PRL in the face! He punches him again and again! PRL drops the sledgehammer because of the all the punches to his face. Thunderkid kicks PRL in the stomach, causing him to bend over. So, Thunderkid bounces off the ropes, and nails PRL with a picture perfect Bicycle Kick! COLE Bicycle Kick on the Corporate Champ! The crowd cheers. Thunderkid sees PRL lying on the mat, so he grabs PRL’s right arm…and starts biting it! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE … COACH … Thunderkid bites on Tha Puerto Rican’s right arm, causing PRL to scream like a little girl. He finally stops, but not before leaving a mark on PRL’s right arm. THA PUERTO RICAN Oh shit! You bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! Thunderkid gets on his knees and wipes some of the blood off his head. By now, all of Thunderkid’s face, and his upperbody are completely covered in blood. TK is stunned at all the bloodshed, but it only serves to motivate him, because when PRL gets up, Thunderkid kicks him in the stomach, grabs him, and delivers a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB~! on PRL! COLE Thunderkid able to do a gutwrench powerbomb despite massive blood loss thanks to this match! COACH It’s amazing. The talent of Thunderkid! He’s an incredible athlete! COLE You want to talk about hatred? These two men despise each other. They’re both dazed, they’re both hurt, they’re both bleeding, and they’re STILL, STILL trading blows! Thunderkid stops to catch his breath, and then picks up Tha Puerto Rican. PRL KICKS THUNDERKID SQUARE IN THE BALLS! TK goes down! PRL gets up, only to fall to his knees. COLE This is a fight to the finish, and they know that, and they’re giving it all they’ve got! Tha Puerto Rican gets up. He goes back to the shaky leg kicks. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph Popick are sweating bullets on the outside. Thunderkid is wincing in pain, so PRL grabs the microphone from Earl Hebner, gets on his knees, and shoves the microphone into Thunderkid’s mouth. THA PUERTO RICAN SAY IT! JUST FUCKING SAY IT! THUNDERKID NOOOOOOOO! PRL SAY IT, DAMN YOU! TK SCREW YOU! THA PUERTO RICAN SAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY IIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! THUNDERKID HELL NO!!! Tha Puerto Rican sits Thunderkid up and slams the microphone upside his head! He does it again! COLE PRL now using the microphone as a weapon! COACH He’s using everything but the kitchen sink! PRL slams the microphone into Thunderkid’s bloodied head again. He then jams the microphone into TK’s mouth. THA PUERTO RICAN JUST SAY THE WORDS SO WE CAN END THIS MATCH AND YOU CAN STILL HAVE A CAREER! THUNDERKID NO! THA PUERTO RICAN SAY IT YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! THUNDERKID NOOOOOOOOOOOO! PRL SAY IT BEFORE I DESTROY YOU! THUNDERKID NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tha Puerto Rican lays in some shots to the head on Thunderkid. He goes for the pin, but then remembers that this is an “I Quit!” Match. The crowd laughs at him. Puerto Rican gets up, and picks Thunderkid up with him. He takes Thunderkid over to the steel cage, and pulls his feet out from under him. PRL slingshots Thunderkid right into the mesh! TK falls to the mat, holding the top of his head in pain. COLE Oh! That could give Thunderkid a concussion! As Thunderkid moves on the mat like a fish out of water, Tha Puerto Rican climbs the top rope. Moonsault onto Thunderkid! Lindsay cheers. P.R. gets up, and catches his breath. He is beyond exhaustion at this point. P.R. grabs the microphone from Earl Hebner. COLE He’s going to try again. PRL gets down on his knees, grabs Thunderkid by his hair, and jams the microphone into his mouth. THA PUERTO RICAN SAY IT YOU DUMMY! THUNDERKID … PRL SAY IT! THUNDERKID … THA PUERTO RICAN Say it NOW! THUNDERKID No! No! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tha Puerto Rican hits Thunderkid in the face with the microphone. THA PUERTO RICAN SAY IT! THUNDERKID I’d rather die! THA PUERTO RICAN WRONG ANSWER! PRL hits TK in the face with the microphone again! Thunderkid lies on the mat, bloodied, but the match continues because he refuses to say “I quit!” PR gets up, and drops a fist onto TK’s forehead. He then drops another fist onto TK’s forehead. PRL does some fistdrops on Thunderkid’s forehead, and then bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then drops a fist onto Thunderkid’s head to complete the Five Knuckle Shuffle… which MISSES! PRL clutches his left hand while Thunderkid gets up. The crowd is starting to cheer again, feeling the tide shifting. Tha Puerto Rican gets up, and is met with a punch from Thunderkid, and now one punch can knock him down easily. COLE Both men very wobbily out here in the center of the ring. Thunderkid continues on offense, attacking PRL with punches and forearms. One punch knocks PRL AND Thunderkid down! Thunderkid crawls over to Earl Hebner and grabs the microphone, then crawls over to Tha Puerto Rican. He punches PRL in the face, and then sticks the microphone underneath his mouth. THUNDERKID NOW SAY IT! PRL Tha Puerto Rican says NO! TK SAY IT! PRL AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! TK SAY IT GOD DAMNIT! PRL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez has tears in her eyes as she watches the pain her boyfriend’s going through. Thunderkid stomps on Tha Puerto Rican. He picks PRL up, still holding the microphone. We found out why as when PRL is up, Thunderkid smacks him across the face with the microphone, knocking him back down! PRL sits up, so TK grabs him by his hair and jams the microphone in his mouth. THUNDERKID TELL THE WORLD! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD! THA PUERTO RICAN … THUNDERKID What’s your answer? PRL …NO! NO! NO! A THOUSAND TIMES NOOOOOOOO! TK SAY IT! PRL BITE ME, THUNDERDICK! PRL scratches Thunderkid’s eyes! It’s enough to bring TK to the mat. PR sits up, and starts choking Thunderkid again! He slams his head against the mat repeatedly. Thunderkid grabs PRL by his throat! But PRL responds in kind! The two men are choking each other at the same time! COACH Look at this! Both men are hurt, both men are bloodied, but NO ONE will say, “I quit!” PRL stops choking Thunderkid, and Thunderkid soon stops choking PRL. PR and Thunderkid both crawl around the ring. They are now both on their knees. PR punches Thunderkid in the face. TK punches back! Another slugfest erupts, except both men are on their knees! COLE Both men are proud individuals. Neither man wants to give up right now! They’re both determined to last to the bitter end! Thunderkid wins the slugfest. PRL falls to the mat. Thunderkid gets up, grabs the microphone from Earl Hebner, and then stomps PRL. He then grabs PRL by his head and jams the microphone into his mouth. THUNDERKID I’m going to ask you one more time…SAY IT! SAY THE WORDS! THA PUERTO RICAN DONKEY RAPING SHIT EATER! PRL kicks Thunderkid in the head, knocking him down, dropping the microphone. PRL slowly gets up, taking a deep breath, and then picking Thunderkid up. He punches him in the face several times with the Rock-style punches. Punch. Punch. Punch. Spit. Punch. TK goes down! PRL picks him up. Punch. Punch. Lindsay cheers. Punch. BLOCKED! TK with a punch. And another! And another! The punches send PRL into a turnbuckle. Thunderkid climbs the second turnbuckle, grabs PRL, and everyone counts along! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! But then Tha Puerto Rican gets off of the turnbuckle while holding onto Thunderkid, and drops him with an atomic drop! TK falls to the mat HARD! Lindsay and Popick smile. Thunderkid is holding his groin area in pain. PRL crawls over to Earl Hebner and grabs the microphone. COLE I’ll tell ya, this match can’t last much longer. One of these men must be at the breaking point right now. Tha Puerto Rican punches Thunderkid’s head with the microphone. He does it again. PRL Thunderkid, I’m going to ask you again. SAY THOSE WORDS! THUNDERKID NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PRL does a fist drop, but instead of the fist, he uses the microphone to hit Thunderkid’s forehead. The crowd starts clapping unison as PRL drops an elbow across Thunderkid’s throat. Popick and Lindsay approve PRL’s attack, telling him to continue. PRL grabs Thunderkid’s right leg and stomps on it, then drops several more elbows onto Thunderkid’s body. Then, Tha Puerto Rican calls for Lindsay to go get him something. Lindsay nods her head, and walks around ringside. COLE Wait? Where’s she going? COACH I don’t know, but I’m enjoying watching her walk! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez heads to the steel cage door, grabs it, and starts shaking it. Nick Patrick tells her to stop, but then Lindsay hikes up her leather skirt a little to reveal a thong underneath. The crowd cheers. COACH Oh my God. I’m in love. COLE How can that be? She’s a girl! COACH Leave the gay jokes to me poodle boy. Lindsay Gonzalez flirts with Nick Patrick, and believe it or not, it seems like the senior referee is actually enjoying Lindsay’s company. Lindsay plays with Nick Patrick’s hair, touches his body, and feels his ass. Yes, she feels Nick Patrick’s ass. But it’s for a reason. Because he doesn’t notice it when the 6-foot-7 285 CUBAN WALL walks down to the ring. COLE Cuban Wall is here! He’s not supposed to be out here! COACH Nick Patrick is supposed to make sure that no Lightning Crew member interrupts this match, and he’s not doing his job. Although, I can’t blame him. I mean its Lindsay Gonzalez for crying out loud! How often does Nick Patrick meet a girl like that? Cuban Wall stands behind Nick Patrick. Lindsay tells Nick Patrick to turn around. He does, and Cuban Wall punches him, knocking his lights out! The crowd boos. Lindsay tells Cuban Wall to help her search for something. Cuban Wall and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez look all over Nick Patrick’s body, and find the keys to the steel cage door inside his right back pocket! Lindsay grabs the keys and throws them to the floor where Popick sneaks in and picks them up. Nick Patrick is still out cold. COLE Those sneaks! They knocked out the outside referee so that they can bring in more weapons for Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I’m still thinking about Lindsay lifting up her skirt. There should be a rule that Lindsay is at ringside for all matches from now on. COLE Coach, pay attention! Stephen Joseph Popick just opened the cage door, and now he’s searching for something underneath the ring. Popick finds what he’s looking for underneath the ring…A TABLE! COLE Oh my! This isn’t good! This isn’t good at all! Thunderkid is in trouble! Damnit! Somebody stop this! The crowd boos, but some cheer because it’s a table. Popick slides the table through the cage door into the ring. Both PRL and Thunderkid are crawling around the ring. Cuban Wall closes the steel cage door and Popick locks it, putting the keys in his leather jacket pocket. STEPHEN JOSEPH It’s so easy! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Cuban Wall, and Stephen Joseph Popick watch as Tha Puerto Rican sees the table and grabs it. Nick Patrick is still knocked out. The crowd is booing loudly. PRL gets up, holding the table in his hands. He waits for Thunderkid to get up. When he does, PRL charges forward, and SLAMS the table across Thunderkid’s body! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE PR’s cheating! He’s cheating to win! It’s not fair! Popick, Wall, and Lindsay cheer on the outside. A large “P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts up again. PR tells the crowd to shut up. He then sets the table up at one corner of the ring. COLE This isn’t good. PRL’s going to use that table for evil deeds. COACH Well, it’s not like he was going to use it to set up a picnic! Tha Puerto Rican has the table set. He slowly walks over to Thunderkid and picks him up. Both men are tired, sweating, breathing hard, and bloodied. And both are having trouble keeping balance. Still, Tha Puerto Rican punches Thunderkid, and takes him over to the table. The crowd starts buzzing, knowing something bad is going to happen to TK. COLE Oh no! Thunderkid is in trouble! I can’t watch! PRL hooks Thunderkid up. He looks at the table, then at the crowd, then at Thunderkid. COLE Oh no! Don’t do it! Don’t! LATIN SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!!! “GRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” Thunderkid is down on the mat, surrounded by what’s left of the table. PRL falls back down to the mat too, exhausted. The crowd chants, “HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT!” COLE Thunderkid just got hit with the Latin Slam through the table! COACH That’s got to be worst than the Latin Slam he got last Thursday on HeldDOWN~! COLE I’m sure it was! We see an instant replay of the Latin Slam through the table. We see it again in slow motion. COLE An incredible move by Tha Puerto Rican. Lifting a man taller and bigger than he was, and giving him a Latin Slam THROUGH the table! What a move by PRL! COACH I think this is it! I think this is what will end the match! That move took the last bit of energy from Thunderkid! This match is over! COLE We shall see. PRL STILL has to make Thunderkid say, “I quit!” He must in order to win this match! Popick, Lindsay, and Wall celebrate on the outside. PRL rests his head on the mat; his stamina meter is empty. PRL slowly, very slowly gets up. The crowd is booing Tha Puerto Rican loudly, but he isn’t paying them no mind. PRL looks at the crowd. “THAT’S IT!” The crowd boos. COLE That’s it! PRL’s calling for it! He wants this match to end, and end right now! COACH Turn out the lights, the party’s over. Lindsay, Cuban Wall, and Popick watch all of this with smiles on their faces. Tha Puerto Rican picks up the dazed and confused Thunderkid. PRL laughs evilly. COLE This could be it! KICK WHAM CORPORATE NIGHTMARE!!! NO!!! Thunderkid spears Tha Puerto Rican into a turnbuckle corner! He does it again! And again! PRL finally lets go of the Corporate Nightmare. ‘Kid whips PRL into the opposite corner, and follows with a clothesline! PRL stumbles out from the turnbuckle. Thunderkid grabs him… THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111111111111 “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Thunderbolt DDT! The Thunderbolt DDT has just been hit! Tha Puerto Rican has just been given Thunderkid’s finisher! COACH But what good will that do? This is an “I Quit!” Match! COLE It will take a hell of a lot of energy out of Tha Puerto Rican. That’s for sure! The crowd is cheering loudly. PRL is out cold now. Thunderkid stops to catch his breath, and when he does, he sees the wreckage of the table. Suddenly, Thunderkid gets an idea. But first, he grabs the microphone from Earl Hebner. THUNDERKID Just to let you know…you made me do this! COLE What? Do what? What is Thunderkid talking about? COACH I don’t know, Mikey. I just don’t know. A bloodied, battered Puerto Rican lies on the mat, his white Lightning Crew sleeveless shirt covered in red. The crowd wonders what Thunderkid is going to do now. They find out as Thunderkid grabs one half of the table that was just destroyed, and slams it onto the mat. COLE Wait? What? Thunderkid puts his right foot on the half of the table, and pulls on it. He keeps pulling until he gets a smaller piece of the table in his hands. COLE I don’t understand this. Thunderkid takes a few little pieces off, so that the end of the piece of the table is long and pointy. Thunderkid has just created a spike by himself! COACH OH MY GOD! COLE Are you kidding me? COACH He’s gone insane! The crowd cheers loudly as Thunderkid raises the “spike” over his head. COLE Please don’t do this! Please! Thunderkid casually walks over to Tha Puerto Rican, who is starting to get up. PRL reaches out for something, anything, but instead, gets grabbed by Thunderkid. Thunderkid gets on his knees, grabs PRL by his hair, and then tries stabbing PRL with that spike! COLE What the hell? What the hell? Is he crazy? Is he doing what I think he is doing? COACH He is destroying PRL! COLE He’s going to kill him! PRL fights back the “spike”. He tries with all of his might to stop the “spike” from entering his body, but can’t. THUNDERKID STARTS CARVING THA PUERTO RICAN’S FOREHEAD WITH THE “SPIKE”!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH This is sick! The crowd cheers loudly. Thunderkid carves PRL’s entire forehead with the “spike”. He tells Earl Hebner to bring the microphone over to him. He does as Thunderkid continues the carving. THUNDERKID IS THIS IT? DO YOU QUIT? DO YOU QUIT? THA PUERTO RICAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD! THUNDERKID DO YOU GIVE UP?! DO YOU SURRENDER?!?!? PRL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Y—YE--…. TK WHAT WAS THAT? PRL Y—YE—YE—Y— TK SAY IT YOU BASTARD!!! “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! I QUIT! NOW PLEASE JUST LET ME GO! EARL HEBNER That’s it! Ring the bell! COLE PRL said yes! He quits! The match is over! *DING DING DING* (22:17) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Thunderkid stops carving PRL’s forehead. PRL clutches his forehead as more blood shoots out than before. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Stephen Joseph Popick, and Cuban Wall are shocked at the result. “God Of Thunder” by KISS starts playing. BUFFER Here is your winner…THUNDEERRRRRRRKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD D! COLE Thunderkid did it! He finally did it! He has beaten Tha Puerto Rican and made him say, “I quit!” Something PRL said he would never do! COACH Thunderkid has won what is probably the biggest match of his career to date! What a way to start AngleSlam! ”God Of Thunder” continues playing as Thunderkid gets his hands raised by Earl Hebner. TK pounds his chest to acknowledge the fans. And despite being tired, hurt, and bloodied, Thunderkid still has a smile on his face, as he has finally beaten “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican, winning The Final Confrontation and ending the feud, once and for all! PRL meanwhile lies motionless on the mat, bloodied from head to toe. COLE What a match we just saw! This turned into a brutal, violent affair quickly! I thought these guys were going to fight all night at the rate they were going! COACH The match went the way these people wanted. Thunderkid has finally beaten Tha Puerto Rican, humiliating him by making him say, “I quit!” This match will be one Thunderkid fans will remember for years to come! COLE And it’s the first time Tha Puerto Rican has lost at AngleSlam too. COACH True. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is crying. Stephen Joseph Popick is stunned. Cuban Wall is furious. They watch as Thunderkid celebrates his win, Tha Puerto Rican still down on the mat. Nick Patrick has been taken away. “God Of Thunder” by KISS continues playing. COLE Thunderkid has made Tha Puerto Rican say, “I quit!” I never thought I’d see the day! Now we know that Thunderkid was the better man all along. He has proven it tonight at AngleSlam! Thunderkid looks at PRL and smiles. He then notices that the Corporate Champion belt is in the ring. ‘Kid grabs the Corporate Champion belt and looks at it. COLE What’s he doing now? Thunderkid then notices that the sledgehammer is still in the ring. TK goes and picks up the sledgehammer. Now he has the sledgehammer in his left hand, and the Corporate Champion belt in his right. The crowd cheers. Thunderkid has a smile on his face. COLE Oh no! He’s not gonna! Really? COACH Thunderkid hates that belt. That belt has cost him matches more than once! Now, it’s his time to get even! Stephen Joseph, Cuban Wall, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez are too upset to notice what is happening inside the ring. PRL is still knocked out. So Thunderkid looks at the crowd, smiles, and drops the Corporate Champion belt onto the mat. Then, he lifts the sledgehammer high over his head. And… COLE No! *CRACK!* SLAMS the sledgehammer onto the Corporate Champion belt plate! *CRACK!* Thunderkid slams the sledgehammer against the belt again! *CRACK!* TK does it again, and now pieces are starting to come from the title belt. Popick hears the cracking sound, and that’s when he turns his attention to the ring. He freaks out when he sees the destruction of the Corporate Champion belt taking place right before his very eyes. POPICK NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THAT’S MY BELT! THAT’S MY BELT! THAT WAS MY GIFT TO HIM! THAT WAS MY GIFT TO HIM YOU BASTARD! COLE Thunderkid is laying waste to Tha Puerto Rican’s prized Corporate Champion belt! COACH This is payback for the fourth months of hell Thunderkid had to go through thanks to PRL! COLE The belt, which PRL was so proud to own, is now nothing more but broken pieces of metal and a leather strap! The crowd cheers loudly as Thunderkid just demolishes the Corporate Champion belt. Cuban Wall tries to stop him, but Popick tells him it’s too late. The belt is gone. COLE That was a present from Stephen Joseph to Tha Puerto Rican, and now it’s gone forever! COACH Now what’s PRL going to carry around? COLE The briefcase with the guaranteed World Title shot contract? COACH Oh yeah. Thunderkid has finished decimating the Corporate Champion belt. The belt plate is now in itty-bitty pieces on top of the leather black strap. Thunderkid smiles at the damage he’s done, and kisses the sledgehammer. He then raises the sledgehammer over his head to a loud pop from the crowd, as “God Of Thunder” by KISS has to start playing again. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has had a bad night at AngleSlam 2006. He was forced to say, “I quit!” against Thunderkid, AND his Corporate Champion belt has been destroyed! COACH Well, karma’s a bitch. PRL got what he deserved in the end! COLE Maybe he did, but one thing’s for sure: this is a match that neither Tha Puerto Rican NOR Thunderkid will EVER forget! Thunderkid kicks the Corporate Champion belt over to Tha Puerto Rican. At last, Tha Puerto Rican wakes up. He wipes some of the blood off his face, and then sees the broken Corporate Champion belt. His eyes widen. Tears fill up his eyes, and soon Tha Puerto Rican is crying like a little girl. The crowd laughs. So does Thunderkid. The two Lightning Crew members and Popick are not pleased. MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ SHUT UP ASSHOLES! COLE Tha Puerto Rican just found out what happened to his belt. COACH Ooh. What a sad reaction. That wasn’t even a real belt. Just some vanity belt Popick created for PRL! COLE And now it’s gone. Two months after it debuted. COACH That’s got to be some sort of record, right? COLE I don’t know. Probably. COACH Ah, okay then. Tha Puerto Rican cries his eyes out. Now his face is covered with blood, sweat, and tears. He looks at Thunderkid, pointing a finger at him. THA PUERTO RICAN WHY? WHY? WHY THE BELT? WHY THE BELT? PRL continues whining in that annoying high-pitched voice of his. “God Of Thunder” by KISS is still playing. Thunderkid laughs off the whining, and raises his hands again. The steel cage is now being lifted from the ring. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Popick, and CW are still stunned. COLE The Final Confrontation has ended and it was Thunderkid who made Tha Puerto Rican say, “I quit!” What a match! What a way to start AngleSlam! And the best thing is…we still got A LOT more to come, so stay with us, as we continue One And Only AngleSault Thread AngleSlam 2006 live only-on-pay-per-view! Thunderkid leaves the ring with the sledgehammer, slapping hands with the fans as he walks around ringside to the entrance. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican is still crying, mourning the lost of the Corporate Champion belt, which is now just broken pieces of metal and a black strap. He tries to put the pieces back together, while Stephen Joseph Popick shakes his head in disappointment, holding the briefcase with the contract for the guaranteed OAOAST World Title shot whenever PRL wishes. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is crying, upset at her man losing. And Cuban Wall is PISSED, kicking the barricade, and punching the ring posts. “God Of Thunder” by KISS has to start playing again. It is a celebration night for Thunderkid, as he has finally done what no one else has ever done before. He has made Tha Puerto Rican say, “I Quit!” FADE OUT You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks $ THEODORE MONEYMAKER $ DEBUTS THURSDAY ON HELDDOWN~! Moneytalks B.S. Walks Moneytalks Edited August 28, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) COLE Folks, coming up is our first semifinal match in the Tag Team World Cup tournament. It's going to be the Canadian team taking on the Jamaicans, in sort of a David-meets-Goliath matchup! The Jamaicans were the seventh seed in the European bracket, but scored victories over Italy, Denmark, and finally France in order to qualify for this show and the Final Four! A prediction, Coach? COACH I gotta go with the Canadians, Cole, I just think they're too good to be surprised by this Jamaican team. The clock will strike midnight tonight! COLE With that, let's go to our announcers for the World Cup matches, Tony Schiavone and Jesse "the Body" Ventura! *Camera pans over to the next table to Tony and Jesse.* TONY OK, thank you Michael, and Coach, we're set for some great tag team action, Jess! JESSE Absolutely, both these teams have very similar styles, you've got a high-flyer and a power wrestler on each side! I give the edge to the Canadians, I think they have more wrestling ability, and Ken Pantera is just too powerful, even for Reggie, the power man of the Jamaicans! TONY The waiting is over, let's go up to Michael Buffer for the introductions! Master Blaster (Jammin') hits, and the Jamaicans are greeted warmly by the Miami crowd. BUFFER The following is a semifinal match in the Tag Team World Cup tournament! It is scheduled for one fall, with a one-hour time limit. Introducing the first team, they represent Jamaica, hailing from Montego Bay, at a combined weight of 479 pounds. They won the European bracket, as the number 7 seed...introuducing first...DENNNNNNNNNNZZZZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPENNNNNCCCCEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! *Spencer gets a nice pop as he raises his arms in the air.* And his tag team partner...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREGGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE E LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAMMMONT!!!!! *Reggie waves to the crowd as he steps into the ring.* Team Jamaica poses on the buckles, then loosens up as Tom Sawyer plays and the Canadians come through the curtains, getting a noticeably mixed reaction. BUFFER Their opponents...at a total combined weight of 485 pounds, they are the number 1 ranked team in this entire tournament! First, hailing from Thunder Bay, Ontario..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFELIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RR!!!!! *Strutter holds his hands up in the air, then climbs into the ring.* And his tag team partner, hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan...KENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Pantera climbs in and stretches on the ropes as Strutter poses on the buckles. Strutter hops down, and he and Pantera meet the Jamaicans in mid-ring. The teams exchange handshakes, then go back to their corners. Pantera and Reggie step out, leaving Denzel in the ring with Strutter. *DING DING DING* Denzel and Strutter circle the ring, and tie up. Strutter quickly takes Denzel across the ring with an armdrag, and Denzel sizes him up briefly from the mat before going in again. Strutter ducks in and delivers a knee to the gut, then backs Denzel into a corner and fires off right hands. Strutter brings Denzel out, and delivers a snap suplex! TONY And the Canadians with the advantage early... JESSE He's making a mistake right now, though! Strutter goes up to the top rope, and is caught by Denzel, who tosses him down to the mat! JESSE Too early to attempt that kind of move! Denzel whips Strutter into the ropes. Strutter ducks a clothesline, but gets caught coming back with a monkey flip! Denzel fires off rights, then whips Strutter in once again, catching him this time with a flying double chop! Denzel then goes quickly to the top, and catches Strutter with a missile dropkick, sending him rolling to the outside! TONY And Denzel Spencer looking great so far! Strutter walks around to his corner, and rolls back inside. He confers with Pantera, then goes to meet Denzel again. They tie up, and Strutter gets backed into the wrong corner, where a tag is made. TONY First tag of the match, and it's Reggie Lamont in for the Jamaicans! Denzel and Reggie both wring an arm, then wring it back, then send Strutter to the mat with a double knife-edge! Strutter backs into his corner, but decides to stay in once again. JESSE I'd be thinking about making a tag right now if I was Felix Strutter, he's taken some tremendous punishment already! Reggie and Strutter tie up, and Strutter grabs a side headlock. Reggie pushes him off into the ropes, and shoulderchecks him to the mat. Reggie then backs into the ropes, as Strutter flips over and Reggie hops over. Strutter tries to catch Reggie with a slam, but Reggie slips behind the back, and catches Strutter with a BIG axe kick! TONY And a great kick by Strutter sends him to the mat once again! Strutter holds his jaw in his corner, and finally reaches up and tags in Pantera. JESSE And now the power man of the team, Ken Pantera! Let's see the Jamaicans handle this guy like that! Pantera slowly steps through the ropes and sizes up Reggie. They circle the ring, and tie up. Pantera pushes Reggie off into the ropes, then does the "most muscular" pose. JESSE Haha! TONY And Reggie himself goes in at over 250 pounds! Reggie moves in, and ties up once again. Pantera easily backs him into a corner, and starts firing off forearm blows to the chest. The lack of a clean break draws some boos from fans, as Pantera backs out, then charges, but finds nobody home! Pantera turns around and is sent to the mat by a bicycle kick from Reggie! TONY Another nice kick by Reggie, that's one of the staples of the Jamaican team, those educated feet! Pantera slowly gets to his feet in a neutral corner, then comes out for a tieup. Pantera goes behind, and takes Reggie up in the air and down to the mat with a waistlock. He then releases and hooks Reggie's arm behind him. Reggie gets to his feet, then goes behind and grabs Pantera's arm. Pantera reverses and takes him down with a drop toehold, then tries to go to a side headlock, but Reggie dodges it and grabs the arm once again. Pantera gets to his feet, then reaches back and goes to the eyes, and tags out to Strutter. JESSE Haha, there we go! TONY Fans not liking that move, but it got him out of the hold! Strutter is immediately caught in an armdrag by Reggie! Reggie stands on his feet and bars the arm, then Strutter gets to his own feet. Reggie changes to a wristlock, which allows Strutter to run to the corner, jump to the top, and jump down, taking Reggie across the ring! Strutter grabs Reggie and whips him into the ropes, but Reggie ducks a clothesline and catches Strutter with a high knee! Reggie backs Strutter into the ropes, where Pantera blind tags himself in. Strutter reverses an Irish whip, and Reggie hops over him, but runs right into a bearhug from Pantera! JESSE Nice teamwork that time by the Canadians! Pantera carries Reggie into a corner and hammers away, then moves out of the way as Strutter charges, but finds no one home! Strutter staggers out beside Pantera, and Denzel flies into the ring with a bodypress! TONY Out of nowhere, it's Denzel with a flying bodypress! JESSE Was there a tag made? TONY Obviously not, as Reggie was in an opposite corner of the ring, but the referee now telling Denzel to clear the ring... And as he does, Reggie catches Strutter in a reverse sunset flip, but Strutter pushes him off right into a BIG clothesline from Pantera! JESSE Wow, and Pantera nearly decapitating Reggie Lamont with that clothesline! Pantera steps out, and Strutter springs to the second rope, and comes off with a moonsault! JESSE Where's the referee? The referee comes around... 1... 2... Kickout! Strutter picks up Reggie, and wrings his arm, then sticks his head underneath, and executes a Northern Lights suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! Strutter tags in Pantera, who picks up Reggie over his shoulder, then drops down for a backbreaker! Pantera then rolls Reggie over to the Canadian corner, and tags Strutter right back in. Strutter springs in with a guillotine legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! JESSE And the Canadian team going for quick covers! Smart on their part! Strutter plants Reggie with a double-arm DDT, then tags Pantera once again. Pantera sets up a suplex, but Reggie goes for a small package! 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera quickly hammers on Reggie, then executes a trapped-arm belly-to-belly! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Strutter is tagged back in, and backs Reggie into a corner. Strutter delivers three right hands...then Reggie turns him around and fires off rights, sending Strutter down in the corner! TONY What a rush of adrenaline for Reggie right there! JESSE He should tag, though! Pantera clotheslines Reggie from the apron, which draws BIG boos from the crowd. TONY And the crowd not happy with the tactics of the Canadian team! JESSE Hey, they're doing what they've got to do to win, Schiavone! Pantera tags back in, and whips Reggie into a corner. Pantera charges, but runs into a foot! He staggers back, then Reggie delivers an axe kick, and quickly scoots over and tags Denzel! TONY And a tag made! JESSE Denzel's been waiting on that apron for a long time! Denzel hammers away on Pantera, then whips him into the ropes and catches him with a flying cross chop! Denzel then goes to the top rope, and flies off with a bodypress...but lands right in the arms of Pantera! JESSE Ooh, he got caught! However, Reggie comes in and dropkicks Denzel in the back, sending him down on top of Pantera for the cover! 1... 2... NO! Strutter saves! Denzel pops up and hammers away on Strutter, while Reggie knocks Pantera to the floor! Denzel then whips Strutter into a corner, before making a signal to the crowd. TONY I think it's time for the PAPPY-SHOW~!!! Denzel whips Reggie towards Strutter, and Reggie executes an avalanche! Denzel follows with a handspring elbow, then shoves him out into a bicycle kick from Reggie! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! As Pantera slowly slides into the ring, Denzel goes to the top, as Reggie lifts Strutter up on his shoulders! JESSE They're setting it up! TONY Here comes the JAMAICAN BOBSLED... However, Pantera once again intercepts Denzel's jump, catching him, and tossing him right over the top to the floor! Strutter swings around and counters Reggie into a DDT! Pantera picks up Reggie, and lifts him for a powerbomb, while Strutter grabs the head...PENALTY BOX~!!!111 TONY And there's the penalty box! Will it be enough? 1... 2... 3!!! TONY Yes it will! *DING DING DING* JESSE The clock strikes midnight for the Jamaicans! The Canadians are heading to the finals! The crowd boos as the referee raises the hands of the Canadians. BUFFER The winners of the match, advancing to the final match...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMMMMMMMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Strutter hops out of the ring to help Denzel to his feet, as Pantera shakes the hand of Reggie in the ring. Pantera then hops to the floor and pats Denzel on the back before shaking his hand, then the Canadians walk to the back. Reggie reaches through the ropes to shake Strutter's hand as Denzel rolls back into the ring. The crowd gives a standing ovation to the defeated Jamaican team. TONY And a great show of respect from this Miami crowd for the Jamaicans! JESSE A valiant effort, but they'll be watching the finals from the locker room. The Canadians advance! TONY And of course, it'll be Team Heyross, representing the United States, taking on the Lithuanians to determine the Canadians' opposition in the finals later tonight! Right now, we're going to go to an interview you conducted earlier in the day, Jesse. JESSE Oh, yeah. I had the honor of interviewing the next tag team champions of the world. EARLIER TODAY The familiar trenchcoat and robe that belong to BLACK T hang in the background as Jesse stands with a mic in hand. The bubbly already on ice! VENTURA Jesse "The Body" Ventura inside the dressing room of the team I hope to be able to introduced later tonight as the new OAOAST tag team champions, Black T. TONY There's no need to hope, Jesse. Black T will become the tag team champions for a third time tonight. Die hard OAOAST fans will remember it was a certain other individual who lost our championship the last time around, but no longer are we saddled with his emotional baggage. After nearly two long years Mr. Black and I finally get a shot at the title we never lost. We've had only one title shot since then, and that was just this month! You know why? Because the Heavenly Rockers know they can't beat us! They've beaten every team except Black T. And when they had their chance to face us a few weeks ago, Dan and I had that match won if not for the interference of The Sooner Bruisers. So what do Synth and Logan do? They use an incident that occured outside the jurisdiction of the OAOAST to turn our scheduled tag match into a Triple Threat, disgusing it as some cockamamie plan to "kill four bastards with two bad asses." Well, pal, you're starin' at the two bad asses right here. You may have thrown a wrench into the match, but like we've said before...you've beaten the rest, now try and beat the best! DAN Let me put it in a way for you to understand, gentlemen. If love is a battlefield, the wrestling ring is a morgue. Luckily for you, the Black Body Bag is fully in-stock. Black T flash the 3-B hand gesture and exit. VENTURA (sinister chuckle) My dream's gonna come true tonight. We're gonna have new tag champions. Back to you. 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Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 COLE Coach, we're set to see our other semi-final match in the Tag Team World Cup up next! COACH Oh, I can't wait, this is the first time we've seen Team Heyross in quite a while! COLE Let's go over to Tony and Jesse! *camera pans to Tony and Jesse.* TONY Thanks, Michael, and of course the winner of this one will go on to meet the Canadian team in the finals later tonight. JESSE I'm sticking with Team Heyross, I don't think this tournament can end any other way than the US vs Canada! TONY As the Lithuanians make their way out, let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following is the second semifinal match in the Tag Team World Cup tournament! It is scheduled for one fall, with a one-hour time limit. Introducing the first team, they represent Lithuania, hailing from Kaunas, at a combined weight of 518 pounds! They are the champions of the African Region...introducing first, TOMASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS VVVVVVVVVVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCENTASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! *crowd responds with mostly boos, as Tomas waves with both hands.* His tag team partner...SSSSSSSSTEPONASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS JUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAPASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Steponas climbs into the ring and waits in his corner. Tomas gets loose, as Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits, and the crowd ERUPTS as Team Heyross walks through the curtains, accompanied by Rick Heyross. BUFFER Their opponents...representing the USA! They weigh in at a combined 485 pounds, and are the Asian Regional champions. Ladies and gentleman, CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Team Heyross poses on the buckles as the crowd noise doesn't waiver until the music stops. Team Heyross exchanges handshakes with the Lithuanians, and both teams retreat to their corners. Moss and Steponas step out, leaving Benjamin and Tomas to start. *DING DING DING* JESSE Here we go! One of these teams will face the Canadians later tonight! Benjamin and Tomas circle the ring, as the crowd starts to chant. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Moss pumps his fist from the apron, as Benjamin hops up and down on the ropes. TONY And the chant of USA from this crowd here in Miami! Benjamin approaches Tomas once again, and ties up. Benjamin grabs a side headlock, but Tomas pushes him off into the ropes, then drops down. Benjamin hops over, then comes back with a spinning wheel kick! Benjamin picks up Tomas and goes for a whip. Tomas reverses, and goes for a slam, but Benjamin slides behind the back, and rolls him up with a reverse sunset! 1... 2... Kickout! Tomas charges Benjamin, and gets caught in an armdrag! Benjamin then picks up Tomas and hammers on the shoulder, before tagging Moss in. JESSE And the US already making quick tags! Charlie Moss in now! Moss comes off the second rope with a double axhandle to the shoulder, then bars the arm. Tomas goes to the eyes, then sends Moss into a corner. Tomas charges, but finds nobody home! Moss bars the arm once again, and Benjamin tags back in. TONY And they're staying on the body part, as well! Benjamin wrings the arm once again, this time causing Tomas to flip over to the mat! Benjamin continues to hold the arm, then drops a leg to the arm. Tomas gets to his feet, as Benjamin bars it once again. Tomas goes down and picks up Benjamin on his shoulders, and drops back with a samoan drop! JESSE Ooh, nice counter, though, and tags the big guy! Steponas tags in, scoops up Benjamin with ease, and slams him hard to the mat! JESSE And look at the power! What a matchup it would be if the Lithuanians win this match, between Steponas Juozapas and Ken Pantera! Steponas backs into the ropes, and attempts an elbowdrop, but Benjamin rolls out of the way! Benjamin grabs Steponas and delivers a headbutt, but it has no effect! TONY And again, Steponas absorbing those shots to the head, just like in the match against Egypt! Steponas returns fire with a headbutt of his own, sending Benjamin to the mat. He then picks up Benjamin in a slam, and delivers a backbreaker! He then picks up Benjamin and whips him into a corner. Steponas charges, but gets met with feet to the face! Steponas goes down to his knees, as Benjamin hops to the second rope, and hops off with a sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! A groggy Steponas tags Tomas back in, and Benjamin makes a tag, as well! A slugfest develops briefly, then Moss grabs a side headlock. Tomas pushes him into the ropes, then drops down. Moss hops over, and Steponas catches him with a knee to the back! The crowd is displeased with this. JESSE Beautiful move by Steponas! TONY And the Lithuanians once again with the advantage! Tomas hammers away on the back, then tags Steponas once again. Steponas hammers away on Moss in the corner, then brings him out and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a powerslam! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Steponas tags Tomas back in, and Tomas charges, but Moss moves out of the way, then rolls over and tags Benjamin back in! Benjamin hammers away on Tomas, then backs him into the corner and stands on the buckles, holding his fist up as the crowd cheers and counts along! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! Benjamin jumps back and catches Steponas with a bodypress, then delivers right hands! JESSE And Quentin Benjamin fighting off both Lithuanians by himself right now! The referee ushers Steponas out of the ring, as Benjamin catches Tomas with a belly-to-belly overhead! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Moss hammers away on Steponas, and the referee tries to usher him out. Meanwhile, Benjamin is setting up the ORANGE CRUSH~!!! But Steponas goes to the second rope, and drives a knee into his back! JESSE Whoa! TONY He caught Quentin good with that one, Benjamin really in pain! Tomas hooks both legs, as the referee turns around... 1... 2... Kickout! JESSE Wow, was that close! Had the referee been in position, we may have seen an upset right there! Steponas tags in, and whips Benjamin into the ropes. Benjamin ducks an elbow, but gets caught in a chokehold and thrown to the mat! TONY And once again, that tremendous power overwhelming Quentin Benjamin! Tomas tags back in. JESSE And now we see the Lithuanians making quick tags! It's little things like this that got all four of these teams to this show tonight! Tomas picks up Benjamin, and executes a SLEEPERHOLD DROP~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Steponas tags right back in, and lifts Benjamin up in a bearhug! TONY And a big bearhug by Steponas now! Benjamin struggles, but Steponas squeezes, causing Benjamin to fade slowly. The crowd starts to get behind him. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! JESSE And the USA chants once again, trying to keep Quentin Benjamin in this match! The referee checks the arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! JESSE One more drop, and the Lithuanians will meet the Canadians! But Benjamin holds through, and delivers a right hand! A second! A third! However, Steponas delivers a knee to the gut, then tosses Benjamin down to the mat and tags Tomas back in. Tomas executes a DDT, then goes to the top rope. TONY Tomas going upstairs now... Tomas goes for a big splash...but Benjamin gets the knees up! JESSE And now Benjamin has got to tag! Benjamin crawls to his corner, as Steponas steps into the ring, and MAKES THE TAG! JESSE Tag made! TONY And Charlie Moss has had a long time to rest! However, the referee forces Moss out of the ring! TONY What's going on? JESSE Apparently the referee didn't see it! TONY Apparently he was distracted by Steponas stepping in, and now we got a double team going on! The Lithuanians shoot Benjamin into the ropes, and catch him with a double elbow! Tomas covers... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! TONY But Quentin Benjamin still hanging in there! Steponas tags in, and delivers a standing tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... But Moss grabs the foot and pulls him off! TONY Moss with a save that time, though! Tomas tags back in, and grabs a rear waistlock. Benjamin switches, and executes a bridging German suplex! 1... 2... NO!!! Tomas kicks out! JESSE WOW, and Benjamin almost pulled a rabbit out of his hat with that move! Benjamin is still hurt, however, and Tomas makes a tag to Steponas, who goes to grab Benjamin. However, Benjamin rolls to his back, and kicks his feet up, catching Steponas right under the chin! TONY Oh, what a shot right there! Steponas is staggered briefly, but goes right back after Benjamin, who crawls through his legs, and TAGS MOSS! TONY TAG MADE, and the referee saw it that time! Moss sends kicks to the midsection of Steponas, then backs into the ropes and comes off with a BIG flying shoulderblock! Steponas goes down, and rolls to the outside, as Tomas tags him on the way out. He comes in and jumps Moss from behind, then attempts an Irish whip. Moss holds onto the arm and twists around, then executes the STO BACKBREAKER~! TONY And that move usually sets up the submission, which he calls the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! Moss grabs the legs, and hooks the hold! JESSE He's got it hooked! The crowd is going crazy, as Steponas is just now getting to his feet on the outside! Steponas gains his senses, then sees the hold on, and slides in and breaks it up from behind! JESSE I'll tell you what, give Vincentas credit right there! I don't think I've seen anyone hold on that long! TONY Yes indeed, tremendous resilience being shown by both of these great teams! Moss makes a tag to Benjamin, who climbs to the top rope, and goes for a flying bodypress! However, Steponas catches him, and drops forward to the mat! Benjamin rolls to the outside, as Steponas grabs Moss, and picks him up in a fireman's carry as Tomas goes to the top rope. Benjamin slowly makes his way around the ring, and trips Tomas up! TONY The Lithuanians were setting something up, but Benjamin breaking it up! JESSE And Steponas has his back to it all! Benjamin climbs to the top rope from the outside, then steps over the ropes and hooks Tomas...then steps up onto Moss's back, still on Steponas' shoulders! TONY Oh my goodness... Benjamin lifts Tomas, and delivers a SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP OF MOSS ON STEPONAS' SHOULDERS~!!! TONY AND A BIG SUPERPLEX, AND A COVER... Moss drops down and holds Steponas back, as the referee counts... 1... 2... 3!!! The crowd EXPLODES. JESSE HE GOT HIM!!! Team Heyross advances to the finals! Moss lets go of Steponas, then shakes his hand and pats him on the back. BUFFER The winners of the match, advancing to the finals...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Benjamin gives Tomas a hug as he helps him up, then Moss shakes his hand. Benjamin gives Steponas a hug. TONY And great sportsmanship after a hard-fought battle! JESSE We've reached the end, Tony Schiavone, the fitting end! It'll be the United States vs Canada in the finals later tonight! TONY Absolutely, the match we've all been anticipating since this tournament started, congratulations to both of these great teams, but it's Team Heyross, Team USA, that advances to the finals to take on the Canadians! As the USA chants begin again, let's go back to Josh! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 As the impromptu theme song of AngleSlam 2006, "Miami" by Will Smith, plays through the arena we're panning through the crowd in the jam-packed American Airlines Arena to cater to the fans who decided to bring signs to the show! Signs such as: "WHERE IS CHRISTIAN WRIGHT?" "IF TEAM LITHUANIA WIN, WE RIOT!" "WHERE IS BOHEMOTH?" "120 DAYS 'TILL CHRISTMAS!" ...and many other unimportant opinions. Man, wrestling fans are dumb. And speaking of dumb... COLE Man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! COACH HOLLA~! COLE And speaking of hot, up next we've got hot boyband on boyband action! COACH And all without worrying about the threat of spyware. Wowza! Suddenly, a giant puff of orange smoke engulfs the commentary table and Double C are dragged away by the throats by two monstrous men. One fan can be heard pondering "When the hell did Hell's Hitmen start working here again!?", as as if by magic the soon to be rotting carcasses of Coach and Cole are replaced by a much better commentating team, Tony Schiavone (bare with me) and Jesse "The Body" Ventura (bin-go)! SCHIAVONE Wow...how the hell did we get here? VENTURA Who cares Schiavone!? A payday's a payday, so just read the damn autocue. SCHIAVONE Okay, well Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura and we're here to call the action in this next match for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships, between the Champions D*LUX and the hostile challenger, The Global Party Exchange. VENTURA But it's not just about the titles Schiavone. It's about pride and it's about integrity. These D*LUX kids have been running around for a while now, playing the boyband and that's gotten under the skin of Johnny Jax and Scotty Static. They feel like they're being ripped off, even though they've moved on from their days as happy go lucky boybanders. It's a matter of principle. I know how they feel too, everybody wants to rip-off The Body, Tony. Trouble is, there's only ever gonna be one Jesse "The Body"! SCHIAVONE What about Tony Brannigan? VENTURA ...that's different! SCHIAVONE Mmm-hmm. Well, you brought up The GPX's problem with D*LUX and ever since the last edition of OAOAST Syndicated, which incidently returns in two months on October 28th, they've been making their lives very difficult. But after what we saw last Thursday night, it seems D*LUX are sick of being treated like pushovers. They're here to fight tonight and to prove that they're not wannabees to anyone and that they're the top young tag team in the business today. And with that, let's send it up to the ring. .:CUE: O-Town, "Make Her Say":. "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na..." A noteably mixed reaction goes up as the oh-so familiar sounds of O-Town sound out through an OAOAST arena and lead the way for The Global Party Exchange. Striding down the rampway, Static and Jax are in no mood to 'play' tonight as they virtually ignore the fans around them, both positive and negative. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is sanctioned by HI-YAH Promotions and is scheduled for one fall, to be contested under HI-YAH Rules. 20 counts will be oberserved at ringside and throwing an opponent over the top rope will be deemed an automatic disqualification. In the event of the champions being disqualified, the titles will change hands! Introducing first, currently in the ring, the challengers. At a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty seven pounds... they are former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions and two-thirds of the current OAOAST Six-Man Tag Team Champions... the team of SCOTTY STATIC and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GLLOOBBAALL PAARRTTYY... EEEXXXXXXXXXXCCHHHHAAAAANNGGEEEEEEE!!!!! Another mixed reaction goes up for one of the most recognisable teams in the OAOAST's history, as they simply glare down the aisle, waiting for their opponents. SCHIAVONE As you said Jess', it's not about the titles for The GPX tonight, it's about as they see it 'saving face'. VENTURA It might not be about the titles, but that won't stop them from winning those straps if the opportunity arises. The GPX are one of the best teams in this company's history and you don't become that without a natural will to win and to succeed. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" The Miami crowd rise to their feet as "First To Believe" by A1 begins to play and the delightful Jade Rodez leads the way for her tag team combination, D*LUX! The GPX watch on distinctly unimpressed, as Jade stands between her two men, "Showtime" Shayne bodypopping to the music while "Tremendous" Tyler looks out into the crowd with a beaming, pearly white smile that has the women in the crowd screaming in passion! It's AngleSlam, a big deal for these two comparitive newcomers. Pointing on to the ring, Jade leads her yellow-dyed denim clad combination down the aisle, as The GPX beckon them on. BUFFER And introducing the opponents. Being led to the ring by their manager, Ms. JADE RODEZ! They weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred, ninety seven pounds... the reigning, defending HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" All positive reaction for D*LUX as they rush the ring, dispensing of the belts to Jade on the way and perform STEREO DIVES into the ring, wiping Scotty and Johnny out with outside-in Planchas!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE D*LUX are wasting no time in taking the fight to The GPX tonight! *DINGDINGDING!* Tyler mounts Jax and rains down a succession of right hands as it's Static and Shayne doing battle in the ring, Static sidestepping Shayne with a lucha bi-paso and shoving him into the ropes. Back shoots Shayne and Static sets up for a lift. But Shayne is a step ahead, hauling himself up The GPXer's side and hooking the legs around the head, sending Static tumbling over with a headscissors takeover! Static comes right back up and gets taken over with an armdrag. And a standing dropkick puts Static to the floor, leaving D*LUX alone in the ring with Jax. Tyler hauls him up and sends the other GPXer to the ropes. In skips Shayne and D*LUX take their man over with a double backdrop, which has Jade clapping away gleefully. SCHIAVONE And here's where D*LUX are at their most deluxe, when working as a tag team. VENTURA Or cheating. SCHIAVONE I wouldn't say that Jess'. VENTURA In tag team wrestling, you're supposed to have one in and one out. They've got a five count to get in and out...now you tell me Schiavone, how long have they been in the ring at the same time? D*LUX quickly recover Jax before he can roll to the outside and take him by the arms for another whip, this time a double. Back rebounds Jax, taking two fists right to the gut to double him over. Each hooking an arm and a leg, Shayne and Tyler then lift the larger of the opponents up and drop him across the knees with their double gutbuster. SCHIAVONE The Cowell Movement! VENTURA You didn't answer my question. SCHIAVONE Well Jess', all four men were in the ring to start, so the referee hasn't had chance to get one man out yet. VENTURA There we four men in the ring because The GPX were jumped before the bell, ALSO illegal! As D*LUX celebrate their move, they get a little carried away and don't spot Scotty Static entering the ring. From behind he wipes out Shayne, then gets caught in a slugfest with Tyler. A slugfest which Tyler wins, until Static lowbridges him, pulling him by the waistband of his jeans, right out of the ring. Landing with a thud on the arena floor, Tyler uses the barricade to pull himself up. Any assistance from his manager has to wait though, as in the ring Static is on the move, soaring through the middle and top ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Static and Tyler are down on the floor now, leaving Shayne and Jax in the ring. And with Jax still holding his gut after the Cowell Movement, Shayne goes soaring overhead, snaring him with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling through to his feet, Jax pushes forward, stacking Shayne on his shoulders... 1... 2... ...Shayne kicks out, but immediately gets hoisted off the canvas by the strongest man in the match, going up for a powerbomb. However, Shayne is able to plant the hands on the head on the way up, pushing over into another sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! SCHIAVONE Fast-paced action from the get-go here between these two exciting tag teams! Both men are back up and Jax manages to slow Shayne down now, booting him in the gut. With an irish whip he then sends Shayne into the turnbuckles and looks to follow in with a clothesline. Shayne gets a boot up to block. But Jax shakes it off and charges again...into another boot. With Triple J dazed, up to the middle rope vaults Shayne, reeling Jax in for a Tornado DDT. He hooks the head and gets the vault... ...but Static rolls in in mid-move and The GPX counter with a Spinebuster/Neckbreaker combo! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" Static points at referee Mark Hebner to make the count as Jax presses down the shoulders... 1... 2... No! VENTURA If The GPX can ground this match then they've got the advantage. They've got the ruthless streak and a lot of anger driving them tonight. And besides that, this referee's a moron and he still hasn't got control of the match. Static and Jax are the ones left two on one in the ring now and it's their turn for some double-team action. Pulling Shayne to his feet, Jax hooks him up for a side russian legsweep, as Static explodes off the ropes... *SMACK!* ...and NAILS Shayne with the Yakuza Kick, into the legsweep! Into the nearest camera, Static dedicates the move to fellow 6-Man Tagger Jamie O'Hara, who was taken out on Thursday of course, while Jax takes care of the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Looking in a little bit more of a hurry than his partner, Static rushes over and drags Brave to his feet, bringing him into a standing headscissors. As Jax clambers up The GPX then adjust and look to take "Showtime" up with a combined powerbomb, over a shoulder a-piece...but Shayne floats down the back to safety! The GPX end up stumbling forward in unison, just as Tyler Bryant vaults up top and soars in, catching Static and Jax with a boot each, sending both sprawling back out to the rampway!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Springboard Double Front Dropkick! VENTURA I'm begging this referee to get two guys in and two guys out! SCHIAVONE Well, there are now Jesse. VENTURA I meant from each team! This is a shambles! The GPX regroup on the ramp as Shayne now rallies the crowd behind him, firing up the fans as he springboards to the top. Soaring out down the ramp, he tries to wipe out The GPX with a double crossbody...BUT THEY CATCH HIM! Jade yelps and quickly encourages Tyler to help. He's already doing just that though, running the length of the ring AND WIPING OUT EVERYONE WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA TO THE RAMPWAY!!! TYLER YEAH-UH!! "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" SCHIAVONE And the OAOAST chant goes up in this HI-YAH Tag Team Title Match! VENTURA I've completely lost track of this, what the hell is going on here!? Landing on his feet, Tyler hands out a few high-fives to the fans below him. But he spends too much time making friends and ends up getting jumped from behind by Johnny Jax, kneeing Tyler in the kidneys and sending him off the rampway, down to the aisleway beside it! Tyler manages not to crash into the barricade. But Jax settles that for him, as he takes flight off the ramp AND CRUSHES TYLER INTO THE BARRICADE WITH A STINGER SPLASH!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" SCHIAVONE OH! There's about a three foot gap either side of the rampway down there and Tyler had nowhere to go! Jax now fires up the fans, who are right beside him where he now stands. But soon those fans are running for cover, as Shayne Brave comes soaring down from the ramp AND LANDS A BODYPRESS, TIPPING HIM AND JAX OVER THE BARRICADE, INTO THE CROWD!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA This is chaos! SCHIAVONE And look at Scotty Static, I think he's got a jump of his own in mind here! VENTURA Why is referee Hebner allowing this? He should be getting Static back into the ring, or at least counting these four out! Over the barricade rolls Tyler too as he tries to help out his partner, leaving the three wrestlers in amongst a sea of vacated chairs, security trying to keep the fans out of the way. Up on the rampway, probably five of six feet over the crowd, Scotty Static is waiting. The three bundle together, with D*LUX trying to fight off the bigger Jax, giving Static a target to aim at. But in mid-run, he stops. Instead, he turns his back on the three... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." ...which the crowd shouldn't be disappointed about, as he shuffles backwards until his feet are hanging over the edge of the rampway. And with the crowd encouraging him to dive, Static screams out "HOOLIGANDA". Before, like an olympic diver, he vaults backwards... ...WITH A MOONSAULT, OFF THE RAMP, OVER THE BARRIER AND INTO THE TRIO BELOW, SENDING CHAIRS AND BODIES FLYING ALL OVER THE GOD-DAMN PLACE!!!! "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE OH MY! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" All four men are down in the chairs now as referee Mark Hebner and Jade Rodez both watch on, open-mouthed from above on the rampway. The fans are going nuts around them and security is having to do their best to keep them away SCHIAVONE All four men are down, deep in the Miami crowd. We knew these four would do anything to get at each other and we assumed it would be athletic, but we never thought we'd see this Jesse. VENTURA I don't know what to say Schiavone. A moonsault off that ramp, into the crowd? SCHIAVONE Scotty Static is a daredevil...all four of these men are. And the referee is being lenient towards them here tonight, knowing just how much these match means to all four and how much this issue needs to be settled here tonight. VENTURA Lenient is putting it mildly, he might as well not even be out here. Static is up now and bringing Shayne up with him, which intiates a slugfest between the two weakened divers. Behind them Jax and Tyler are slower to their feet, but also exchanging frantic punches, the match turning suddenly from a dive exchange to a street brawl as the four begin to scrap through the chairs and through the fans, off towards the backstage area. Static ends up bundled through a row of chairs by Shayne, the brawl no approaching the retreated crowd. *DINGDINGDING!* SCHIAVONE Huh!? The four continue to brawl despite the bell, as in the ring Mark Hebner is busy conversing with Michael Buffer... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" ...missing Shayne Brave getting a chair across the back from Jax! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has stopped this match...ruling it to be a NO CONTEST!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Oh wow, that's not a popular decision. VENTURA The first thing the referee's done right all match, about damn time! He knew he couldn't control these four so he's throwing it out. SCHIAVONE I don't think these four care though, they're still brawling! Indeed, the sounding of the bell makes no difference to The GPX and D*LUX, as Jax takes a spill over a barricade at the back of the arena from a Tyler clothesline. Tyler follows him over and lays in some right hands, those two brawling off towards the backstage area now as Static and Shayne are a little way behind but clearly heading the same way. SCHIAVONE Well, an indecisive finish to this one, The GPX and D*LUX are stilling fighting though...I don't think we've heard the last of this! VENTURA Those poor saps in the back sure haven't. HAHA! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) COLE Folks, we've got a huge match lined up for you! Next up is the first Miami Mayhem match in OAOAST history, as Longdogger Pete takes on former OAOAST World Champion Peter Knight! COACH At last we get to find out what a Miami Mayhem match really is. COLE Well, Coach, if you'd been paying attention to the show lately, you'd already know! Now, folks, we are here live in Miami, which happens to be Longdogger Pete's hometown, but this match will not be taking place inside the arena! There are special stipulations attached to this match, and so the match will be taking place on Miami Beach! COACH How are we going to call this match, Cole? You planning on getting us a taxi ride to the beach? COLE Fortunately, we don't have to call this match. We'll be turning this one over to our special guest commentator. COACH Fine - as long as it doesn't cut into my pay per view appearance bonus. COLE All right, folks, at this time let us turn you over to a former SWF personality, on location at Miami Beach to call this match - he is none other than the EXPLODING CHICKEN! The camera cuts away to a shot of Miami Beach, and is greeted by - interestingly enough - a man dressed in a yellow feathery chicken suit, carrying a microphone. A number of fans are visible on camera several feet away to watch the action. CHICKEN Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Miami Beach, where we're here for Miami Mayhem VI! KLUK, KLUK, KABOOM! Exploding Chicken turns on a small battery powered stereo system sitting atop the sand on a beach towel, then turns it up to full volume as "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge plays out its tiny speakers. CHICKEN Introducing the first competitor of this match! Weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Fall River, Massachusetts! He is a former OAOAST World Champion and a two-time 24/7 champion! Making his Miami Mayhem debut... he is... PETER KNIGHT! Peter Knight makes his entrance, arriving by descending a set of wooden stairs leading down to the beach. The small beachside audience greets Knight with a chorus of boos, one fan going so far as to throw an empty water bottle in his direction. Fortunately, the fan is a lousy shot. CHICKEN All right, now let me introduce his opponent. Weighing in at 277 pounds and hailing from right here in MIAMI, FLORIDA! He has held world championships in the AWF as well as the IGNJL, and he has held the SWF Hardcore Gamers Championship! Making his sixth Miami Mayhem appearance... LONGDOGGER PETE! "OH MY GOD! INCREDIBLE SUPERSTAR!" The stereo track changes to "Baseline" by Quarashi as Longdogger Pete descends the staircase, to a huge ovation from the hometown crowd. Along with his jean shorts, Pete wears his first personalized OAOAST T-shirt. A play off the initials "LDP," the front of the shirt reads "Labor. Dedication. Perserverance." The back of the shirt closes with the cryptic phrase "I'm the Reason." Pete approaches Exploding Chicken as his entrance music fades out, just a few steps away from the imposing Peter Knight, but before the two grapplers can go to blows, EC steps between them and resumes speaking. CHICKEN Before we begin, let me go over the rules once more. This match has NO disqualifications. NO countouts. NO holds barred and NO limits! To win the match, your opponent must be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean! Note that BOTH feet must be totally submerged in the ocean for the victory to become official! Is everyone ready? Pete and Knight both nod their assent. The audience cheers in response as well. CHICKEN Then let's BEGIN! KLUK, KLUK... KABOOM! Just as EC gets out of the way, Pete closes the distance and advances on Knight, immediately pummeling his opponent with a series of hard right overhand punches. Punch after punch lands across Knight's upper body, sending him reeling backward, momentarily stunned. Knight soon recovers, and catches Pete's arm, pulling backward and driving Pete's face into the sand with a DDT. Pete starts to get up, but Knight unapologetically kicks sand in the Miami Menace's face. CHICKEN What a show of disrespect by Peter Knight! KLUK! Pete gets to his feet, spitting out a little sand as he does so and trying to rub it out of his eyes. The distraction costs Pete, as Knight hooks his arms under Pete's elbows and lifts him up, tossing him backward for a suplex into the sand. CHICKEN Knight busts out with a suplex! That's got to be a difficult move to complete with your feet standing on sand, especially for a newcomer to this style of match, but Knight pulls it off like a pro! As Pete attempts to stand again, Knight grabs him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him across the beach and back to the staircase that they arrived from. With all his strength, Knight shoves Pete's head across the wooden guardrail of the staircase. The impact causes an audible thunk, and the momentum actually causes Pete's head to snap back. CHICKEN Ouch! Um, be careful of splinters! KLUK! Knight attempts to ram Pete's head into the railing again, but the second time Pete counters with a high kick to Knight's gut. Knight forces out a breath as Pete strikes a second time. Pete then bends down and gets hold of Knight's ankles, pulling them upward with all his weight, and sending Knight sailing backward as his head impacts against the bottom step! CHICKEN OH! Pete takes the advantage back with the Perfect Dark! Knight remains motionless for the moment, and so Pete leaves him in place, wandering back onto the beach in a seemingly random direction. CHICKEN And now I'm not sure what the One Man Wrecking Crew is doing. Could he be fleeing? He's moving too slow for that. I think he's looking for some sort of weapon to use against Peter Knight! Pete does search the immediate beach area for some kind of weapon, but the first object he can find is an empty beach pail. He grabs it anyway, and tosses it in Knight's general direction, but it misses completely. Pete scans the beach again, then gets an idea. Pete rushes back toward Exploding Chicken, then picks up the stereo with both hands. Pete runs off with the stereo, back toward Knight. CHICKEN Hey, where are you going with that? I just bought that at Walgreens! KLUK, KLUK! Pete reaches the staircase, where Knight still lies motionless on the bottom step. Pete holds the stereo high over his head, then slams it down hard against the staircase - but Knight rolls out of the way just in time! The stereo breaks into pieces on the step, but Knight manages to evade the debris as he rolls back up into a sitting position. Pete raises an arm to strike at Knight, but Knight spits in his face. KNIGHT Screw you, old man! Knight clambers up to his feet. Pete angrily charges the younger man, but Knight is ready for him, spearing him down into the sand. Knight pummels Pete with punches to the chest. Pete fights back, getting his own punches in where he can. Finally he manages to shove Knight to the side and get back up. Knight is quickly up as well, and tries to take advantage with an Irish whip. Unfortunately, Pete isn't whipped very far as the soft sand causes plenty of resistance to the wrestler's ability to run. Instead, Knight grabs Pete, again by the collar, and starts leading him across the beach. Their path leads them across a couple of blankets laid out in the sand, and bikini-clad sunbathers scatter to get out of the way quickly to avoid getting stomped on by either wrestler's boots. CHICKEN These two are moving across the beach - but don't worry, I'll try to keep up with them to bring you all the action! Oh, how interesting - it looks like they're approaching some sort of sand sculpture contest! Sure enough, the two competitors encounter an area of the beach filled with various sand sculptures. Pete tries to avoid the creations, but Knight makes no such exceptions, shoving Pete into an elaborately built sand castle, complete with turrets, a moat, and a working drawbridge. CHICKEN Well, that castle sure looked great - for all of five seconds. I sure hope the judging's already been done, KLUK! As Knight stands over Pete, Pete recovers long enough to drive a fist into Knight's groin. Knight doubles over in pain. CHICKEN LDP connects with the Lo' Dogger! KABOOM! Knight reels from the Lo' Dogger, and Pete takes advantage, getting up quickly and setting up for a double arm DDT into another sand sculpture. CHICKEN And there's the Longdogger Clogger! Pete is really rolling now! The One Man Wrecking Crew has just Cloggered Peter Knight into a... into a... EC tries really hard to keep from laughing, but he can't contain himself. Knight lies atop a life size sand sculpture of a naked female sunbather, and his face happens to be planted directly into the sand woman's crotch. EC isn't the only one laughing, as snickers are also heard from several onlookers. Knight slowly lifts his head, his face turning red with rage as he staggers back to his feet, spitting out sand. KNIGHT I'm going to freaking TEAR you APART! Knight rushes off, making his way to another blanket, and picks up a plastic folding beach chair, which he folds up to give it a flat shape. As Pete closes the distance, Knight swings the chair, connecting across Longdogger Pete's chest. Pete's breath is knocked out of him, and he steps back, gasping for air. Knight swings again, striking Pete over the top of the head, and Pete crumples into the sand. CHICKEN Looks like, even in a match on the beach, Peter Knight still managed to work in a pair of chairshots! KLUK! Pete remains motionless in the sand, but surprisingly, Knight leaves him right where he is. Knight runs off a short ways into the distance and picks up a backpack near a patch of foliage high up the beach, a backpack that he had apparently pre-placed. Knight brings the backpack back toward Pete, where he opens the bag and retrieves a lighter and an object roughly the size of a bottle rocket. CHICKEN What the hell's Knight doing?! It looks like he's got some kind of explosive! Is he really going to blow up Longdogger Pete?! He can't do that! Knight places the object underneath Pete's head, and then lights the fuse, dropping it nearby and then running out of the way. CHICKEN KLUK, KLUK!! NO!! Pete starts to sit up, but he is groggy and unaware of the explosive resting just inches away. Exploding Chicken bolts toward Pete, shoving him out of harm's way just as an explosion rips across the beach, dazzling onlookers but dropping EC. Pete, stunned, closes to check on the announcer, but Peter Knight plows into LDP, driving him into the sand and several feet closer to the lapping waves of the ocean. Now with both men covered in sand, Pete and Knight exchange punches, sensing the end is near and trying to get one last advantage in. Pete and Knight separate for a short moment, allowing Pete to roll out of the way a short distance, but just missing a wave that would have ended the match prematurely. Knight and Pete both get to their feet and advance upon each other again. Pete reverts to his overhand punches, but Knight blocks the punches, attempting to maneuver Pete into position for his Knightmare finisher. Pete resists, blocking each of Knight's blows in return, until finally, it is Pete that scores a hit on Knight, connecting with a kick to the gut. Pete bends forward, and using all of his strength, he lifts Peter Knight clear into the air in a military press! A moment later, Pete tosses Knight toward the ocean, completing the devastating Musclehead Slam as Knight hits the shallow water with a hard SPLASH! And it's over! Pete celebrates his win as the Miami onlookers cheer their approval, noting with some satisfaction that Exploding Chicken is receiving medical attention. With a delighted Miami crowd in tow, Pete whoops and hollers in victory, and the scene cuts back to Cole and Coach in the arena. COLE Well, there you have it! Longdogger Pete has defeated Peter Knight in what can only be considered an explosive Miami Mayhem VI! COACH And in a related turn of events, former SWF announcer Exploding Chicken... has... in fact... exploded. Edited August 28, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) Station at the backstage interview position, "Mean" Gene Okerlund stands in front of a nighttime Miami skyline backdrop with Angleslam logo hung in center. GENE It has indeed been mayhem in Miami here tonight at Angleslam. What a wild match we've just seen. And it's gonna get even wilder as my guests at this time are two of the six competitors involved in the upcoming Triple Threat match for the OAOAST tag team championship, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...The Sooner Bruisers. Gentlemen, the time for talking is just about over. You're moments away from the biggest match in your career. FRANK Moments away from restoring some honor and pride in those tag belts, that's what. You see, the Heavenly Rockers have made a mockery of the only sport left in the world played by real men. Pro wrestlers don't sit out if we stub a toe or experience flu-like symptons, we go out and still kick somebody's ass! The Heavenly Rockers spend more time on the DL than that skank Holly-Wood spends on her back. Synth and Logan are more fragile than our 76-year-old grandmother, who likes to enjoy her weekends suplexing the other geezers in the old folks home. UBER Bitching and moaning. Bitching and moaning! All we ever hear from the Heavenly Rockers is bitching and moaning! Put the jocks on, fellas, because you're cruisin' for a bruisin'. GENE Wait a minute. I think your problem with the Heavenly Rockers has more to do with envy than defending the honor of the sport you love. Let's be honest. They've made more money based on their rock n' wrestling connection alone than you have all your years wrestling in North America. FRANK Maybe Grandma Bruiser needs to come over here and suplex you on your head, Norma Gene. Heavenly Rockers, you thought Logan's wedding night was bad...at least you got to go home with the prize. Tonight the prize comes home with us. But we're here to hurt your first and foremost, anything else is just icing on the cake. Big Frank flexes. Uber HOWLS~! GENE Now let's send it over to my broadcast colleague Tony Schiavone. STYLISH CUT~ to Schiavone in the Heavenly Rockers dressing room. Holly-Wood snuggled up next to her husband Logan. The Synthmeister actually in touch with reality rather than spaced out in his own world like he usually is. SCHIAVONE Thank you very much, Gene. I'm here with the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, The Heavenly Rockers. You heard the comments made by the Sooner Bruisers, saying the tag titles would be icing on the cake, but they want to inflict bodily harm on you. LOGAN Bodily harm, you say, huh? You mean like a broken arm? Broken ribs? Or maybe even a broken heart? Well...I'M COUNTING ON IT! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Take for example the New New Midnight Express/Beverly Hills Blonds. They thought going after the one thing I care about more than the tag team titles would allow them to come in and snatch the belts right out from under us. They were wrong! Those who don't learn from history are doom to repeat it, Tony Schiavone. The Sooner Bruisers are gonna discover lightning does strike twice, because they're doomed to repeat history. I'm tired of talking. It's time to kill two bastards with two bad asses sayeth Logan Usher Mann! The Heavenly Rockers are off to the ring and so are we. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER LLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, Angleslam continues with a battle for pride and the heavyweight TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! Scheduled for one fall and to be contested under Triple Threat rules, it is sanctioned by the OAOAST Board of Directors and the Florida State Athletic Commission. When the bell rings the referee in charge of the action, Charles Robinson. ARE YOU READY? Wrestling fans, ARE...YOU...RRRRRRREADY? "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendence...live from Miami, Florida...and the millions watching around the world...ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RRRRRUUUMBLLLLLLLLLE! "Ouiet" hits to a mixed reaction. Scattered cheers here and there. The rubies and rhinestones on Tony Brannigan's lavish black robe sparkle under the bright lights as he and Dan Black make their way to the ring, all business tonight, foregoing their back-to-back mid-ring pose in favor of simply removing their fancy digs. BUFFER Introducing 2 of the 4 challengers in tonight's contest...at a total combine weight of 505 pounds, considered by many the greatest tag team in the history of professional wrestling, here are the former 3-time tag team champions of the world...the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking, Dan Black and Tony Brannigan...BLACK TEEEEEEEEEE! COLE Black T one of only two teams to hold the OAOAST tag team championship of the world on 3 separate occasions. The other being the New New Midnight Express, now known as the Beverly Hills Blonds after their split with Jim Cornette. Will history be made tonight? There are no scattered cheers for the Sooner Bruisers, the brother tag team combination heavily booed by the partisan Miami crowd as "Frankenstein" blares over the speakers. No deer in the headlights look from Big Frank and Uber, the duo completely unfazed by the hostile reaction. Frank threatening fans in between poses and giving his peaks some love. Uber is just Uber, howling to the heavens. BUFFER The final two challengers in the bout...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing 525 pounds..."The Man of Tomorrow" Big Frank Bruiser and "The Psycho Gremlin" Uber Bruiser, THE SOONER BRUUU--! COLE Get out of the ring, Michael Buffer. We're picking up right where we left off Thursday night! The Sooner Bruisers looking to end the match before it even begins, attacking Black T in the corner. COACH It's almost like they're trying to take out Black T early so they can have the Heavenly Rockers all to themselves. COLE I think you're fight, Coach. The Sooner Bruisers have held contempt for the Heavenly Rockers since day one. They can't stand their rock n' roll lifestyle, believing it tarnishes the image of professional wrestling, a sport they grew up loving as youngsters, and later making the successful transition to the pros from the amatuer ranks. CUE: "Heart-Shaped Box" by Nirvana :headbang: :headbang: COLE You know what that means. Mama Bruiser obviously never told her baby boys to be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. Synth and Logan sprint to the ring, tossing their leather jackets and tag belts to the ground before sliding under the bottom rope and meeting their arch-rivals head-on, slugging it out with them in the middle of the ring! BUFFER Their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager HOLLY-WOOD...from Sin City, total combine weight 430 pounds, the greatest rock n' wrestling band of all time and the reigning and defending tag team champions of the wooooorld...THE HEAVENLY RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRSSSSSSS! * DING DING DING * The bell sounds, but the action is already underway! A pier-six brawl erupts as Black T return to the mix, jumping on both teams. That's not the only thing that erupts, so does the crowd when the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers pool their resouces to oust Black T from the equation. Tony Brannigan is ready for another go-around but Dan Black pulls him aside and whispers into his ear, garning a nod and a smile from the big man. They decide to outwit and outlast their opponents, choosing to watch both teams beat each other to a pulp from the apron. That's until they're spotted relaxing. BLACK T :o Outnumbered 4-2, Black T engage in a game of cat-and-mouse, making both teams chase them in, out and around the ring. Finally, they settle inside and put the boots to both teams as they enter through the bottom rope. Inexplicably, Black T attempt to Irish whip all 4 men, a decision that bites them in the ass. Irish whip reversed. COACH Are we on pay-per-view or GSN? Because Black T are about to play a game of double trouble. * DOUBLE SYNCHRONIZED DROPKICK * * SOONERLINE * Down go Black T, bailing to the floor after that bad experience. And just like that the Sooners and Heavenly Rockers go back to fighting each other. Amist the action the announcers point out Holly-Wood didn't accompany the Heavenly Rockers to the ring like Michael Buffer erroneously stated, suggesting she was asked to stay in the dressing room for her saftey. The four men in the ring have no regard for their bodies, tossing each other around like ragdolls, moreso in the case of the Sooner Bruisers, giving the greatest rock n' wrestling band of all time the Black T treatment. COLE You can only describe the action in one word, ladies and gentlemen -- chaos. Only in the OAOAST would you see this type of mayhem. The Heavenly Rockers are sent into the ropes, and rather than shoot back at the Sooners they deliver a pair of PLANCHAS onto Black T outside! At least Logan does. Brannigan leans up against the apron, causing Synth to crash and burn on the arena floor! Logan goes after Tony but is double chicken winged by Black. Logan ducks Tony's punch which winds up decking Dan Black! A Psycho Gremlin named Uber rumbles his way towards Mann, who drops down as Uber dives through the ropes and nails Tony with a forearm smash to the face! Logan quickly learns he and Big Frank are the only two left standing as Frank lifts him up on the apron and clubs him over the chest, looking to ram the newlywed face-first into the turnbuckle, but Logan blocks it and sends Frank into the buckle instead. Logan taps his feet on the apron in anticipation of his next move, a SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY...only to be caught and nailed by Big Frank's breath-taking MOONSAULT BODYSLAM! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO, SHINING BLACK! Frank rolls away in agony and Dan covers Logan. ONE... TWO... Saved made by Big Frank! The Man of Tomorrow unleashing a barrage of clubbing forearms to the back of Dan, suplexing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. Frank boasts over his accomplishment, only to be clobbered by a Logan Mann axehandle smash! Logan doesn't think twice about pinning Big Frank, dropping to his knees to CHOKE the Sooner Bruiser with his bare hands. Uber blindsides Mann, tackling him to the mat. Synth re-enters the picture, pulling Uber off Logan. For the second time tonight the match turns into a straight up brawl between The Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers. Dan Black tenders the 2 for 1 coupon he saved from Sunday morning's paper, charging Logan and Big Frank, the other two legal men, and rolls them up in a pinning combination! COLE There's something you don't see everyday. A double roll up. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT (x2)! Logan and Frank kick Dan in the direction of Synth and Uber, both of whom lower their shoulders and backdrop Black over the top rope! Tony Brannigan defends his partner's honor, clotheslining all four men. Brannigan ordered to return to his corner, the delay allowing all the legal men to tag out. Synth, Tony and Uber wait for the other to make the first move. When no one does they mutally lean in and lock horns, jocking for position. Brannigan breaks and lands multiple Dusty Rhodes-esque double jabs, then cracks Uber and Synth's heads together. Synth crumbles to the mat, but it has no effect on Uber. COLE How did Uber do that? COACH Yeah. He's not Somoan. Uber no sells the blow and headbutts Tony, scooping him up and over in a fireman's carry into a rear naked choke! Brannigan rises to his feet with a 250-plus pound man riding on his back. Tony puts the gears in reverse, smashing Uber in the corner turnbuckles to break the hold. Tony falls to a knee, selling the effects of the choke while Uber remains slumped in the corner behind him. Having recovered from the double coconut, Synth charges Tony and Uber, both men moving aside, sending Synth hard into the corner. Uber waistlocks Synth and fires him overhead in a belly-to-belly, which also wipes out Tony Brannigan who is caught in the crossfire! The Psycho Gremlin lines up in a 3-point stance and rushes Synth and Tony, clipping both their legs. Again out of the 3-point stance, this time Uber runs through Synth and Tony, bulldozing them to the mat. The cover made on Synth! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Uber scoopes Tony up...OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Logan and Dan step in to breakup the count, causing Frank to shout obscenities at them. Brannigan brought up to his feet, reversing Uber's Irish whip in mid-stream and drives the forearm into the breadbasket, doubling Uber over...for Synth to deliver a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! The Synthmeister apparently forgetting Tony Brannigan is right there as he goes up to the second rope for his flying elbow. Tony just waits for him to jump off and nails him on the way down with an inverted atomic drop! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Now Brannigan must deal with the Psycho Gremlin by himself for the time being, even though Uber is the one on the defensive. Following a textboot vertical suplex, Tony misses a big elbow. Back on the offensive Uber hammers Brannigan with hard right hands, rocking him back against the ropes. Tony tweeters on the ropes, baiting Uber into attempting a Soonerline, moving away at the last second to cause the Psycho Gremlin to fall over the top. Uber pushes off the apron to prevent himself from falling to the floor, but when he regains his footing he's met by blows from Tony and Synth. They shoot the OKC native to the ropes and fail to execute on their double clothesline, just grazing the top of a ducking Uber's head with their barred arms. The Psycho Gremlin rockets back at them on the rebound, amazingly SNAPPING both men over in a POWERSLAM as they try to leapfrog him!! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Crushed under the weight of Synth and with Uber on top for the cover, Tony is trapped. COACH Wait a minute. If he's pinned, who gets the fall? He's got two guys on top of him. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COLE Moot point now. Dan Black interfering to disrupt the count. However, an excellent observation, Coach. Charles Robinson would've been in a real pickle had Brannigan been pinned there. Uber and Big Frank make an exchange. Frank double underhooking the arms of Synth, tossing him up in the air for a TIGER BOMB...THAT'S REVERSED INTO A HURRICARANA! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ONE... TWO... THR-- Tony Brannigan breaks up the pin, grinding his boot in the face of Synth, raking the eyes across the laces! An old Anderson family tradition. Synth rubs his eyes as he's front facelocked, Brannigan looking to deliver a RUDE AWAKENING...but Synth slips out and rolls him up in a school boy! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Synth brings Tony over to the Heavenly Rockers corner in an armbar, tagging in Logan Mann. But Logan wants no part of Brannigan, zooming past him to drill Big Frank square between the eyes with a running bionic elbow! Unsure what to do with Tony Synth just POKES him in the eye, causing Brannigan to stumble around in search of his corner. His first stop, the Sooner Bruisers corner and a big right hand. His second stop, back to the Heavenly Rockers corner and a thumb to the good eye! A light-hearted moment in a match that has been anything but. Logan wanting to do more than just beat the man who ruined his wedding day, he wants to break the right arm of Frank, dragging over to the corner and slamming the arm against the ringpost! COACH The man has serious issues, Mikey. He shouldn't even be allowed to wrestle until those issues are resolved. COLE He's not wrestling; he's fighting. Fighting for the honor of his family. Fighting for the tag team championship of the world. A faint chant of "BREAK HIS ARM" goes up in the arena, never quite catching on like the attention seeking smarks hoped. Dan Black joins Logan in his fight to neutralize the arm(s) of Big Frank. At first Logan objects to his help, decking "The Ice Heart", then realizes two-against-one are better odds. They hone in on the arms, wringing them and placing Frank in a double overhead wristlock. Smack dab in the center of the ring Frank knows the ropes are no option, so he performs a backflip to alleviate some of the pressure on his arms and takes both men over in a Japanese armdrag! Dan and Logan pop up near the ropes, Big Frank rushing at them. Logan lets Dan take the blunt of the blow, ducking down as Black is clotheslined outside. The fans rise in unison as twirls the FINGER OF DEATH~!, snatching Frank in a front facelock but unable to hit Percussion as he's crotched on the top turnbuckle. Frank's midsection takes a pounding as he tries to climb onto the middle turnbuckle, leading to a loss of balance, enabling Logan to shove him back down to the canvas. Logan positions himself on the top rope, kicking Uber away as he raises both arms in the air...FLYING DOUBLE KNEE DROP!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Logan springs off Frank's chest and somersualts to the Black T corner, decking Tony Brannigan. Nobody around to breakup the pin. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! DAN BLACK, DIVING HEADBUTT!!! Black covers Logan. ONE... TWO... THRE-- KICKOUT! Black then covers Frank! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT AGAIN! Still woozy from the kamikaze move, Black tags out. Black T aren't the only team to make an exchange, so do the Sooner Bruisers. And Logan is none too pleased, he wants more of Frank and proves it by wrapping himself around Big Frank's legs. Uber to the recuse, pulling Logan off his brother. German suplex coming up, but Logan holds onto the top rope for dear life. Logan takes a licking but keeps on ticking, sustaining a number of forearm shivers to the back of the head as Uber does everything in his power to make Logan let go of the rope. One of those blows causes a delayed chain reaction -- a back kick to the family jewels! COLE Oh...my. The sheep will be disappointed tonight. COACH Logan punches Frank rather than capitalize on the previous move. Tony Brannigan makes him pay, doubling Mann over for the Attitude Adjustment piledriver...countered by a backdrop. Logan senses now is the time for the Heavenly Rockers to make their move and tags in the fresh man. Springboard clothesline levels Tony and Uber. Two scoopes and a bodyslam near the corner. Synth going up on the middle turnbuckle, dropping a pair of elbows down on both Uber and Tony! COLE Synth with a varation of his patented second rope elbow drop. Double cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Synth backs Tony in the corner, punching him all the way there. Then he takes Uber down in a double-arm DDT. But Uber pops right up! Thumb to the eye and a enzurigi takes care of that. Back over to Brannigan, where Synth climbs onto the second rope and... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! ...drives the fist into the forehead. Now Uber is sent into the corner. More fists to the face as the crowd counts along. Synth somersaults across the ring over to Tony, launching him in the air with a monkeyflip. Uber shoots out of the corner, clotheslining Brannigan on his way to Synth, who leapfrogs over the Psycho Gremlin and charges at him...but Uber gets the boot up! Uber steps out on the apron and scales to the top, driving Synth into the mat with a TOP ROPE BULLDOG while dropkicking Tony on the way down! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Logan Mann and Dan Black drag Uber off Synth, drawing the ire of Big Frank. He calls his brother over, asking to bring Synth along. Face-first into the knee of Frank goes Synth. Tag made. Big Frank wraps the 25" anacondas around the body of Synth and brings him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. ONE... TWO... Again, Logan makes the save. He and Frank trading barbs and slaps. Charles Robinson intervening. Big Frank displays his brute strength, Military Pressing Synth to the canvas. Frank flexes and French kisses his bicep, dropping the elbow into the heart of the Synthmeister like it's some kind of dagger. Frank very nonchalant with his cover, just leaning up against Synth, raising his fingers as the count is made. ONE... TWO.. KICKOUT! Frank complains about the count, saying it was slow. When the referee stands by his call Big Frank gets up in his face and bullies him. Charles Robinson barely avoids being squashed as Logan drills Frank in the back with a knee, sending him tumbling outside. Double axehandle smash from the top rope to the arena floor puts Frank right back on his BUTT. Uber again forced to come to his brother's aid, smacking Logan from behind. Logan puts up a valiant effort fighting both Bruisers, but the duo is just too much to handle by himself. Fueled by a bout of ROID RAGE~! the Sooners smash Logan into the RINGPOST! COACH We got a bleeder, baby boy. COLE Oh, man. Logan has been lacerated and lacerated deeply. The Sooner Bruisers continuing to pounce on Logan, despite the fact they've already busted him open, damnit! While the focus remains mostly on the action outside, inside Tony Brannigan hits the RUDE AWAKENING on Synth! COACH Look in the ring! We're gonna have new champions, Cole! ONE... TWO... THREE!! NO, KICKOUT!!! Black T left in disbelief. So close to regaining the OAOAST tag team championship. Brannigan meets Big Frank on the apron and is about to suplex him in when Frank floats over and hits a BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Frank knocks Dan off the apron, then drags a helpless Synth over to the Heavenly Rockers corner where the Sooner Bruisers force a tag between Synth and Logan. Frank's hands are soon covered in blood as he mercilessly punches the open wound on Logan's head. COLE Come on, referee. Stop the damn match. Logan's in no condition to continue. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A look of concern on her face, HOLLY-WOOD makes her presence felt at ringside in support of her husband Logan Usher Mann. Frank spots Holly and shoves Logan's head through the ropes right in front of her, splattering blood on her blouse. The Man of Tomorrow puts the badmouth on Holly and her marriage, prompting Holly to SPIT in his face! COLE All right, Holly! COACH Big mistake. If there's one thing Big Frank hates more than anything, it's a disrespectful freakozoid. COLE Holly is not one of Frank's freakozoids, she's a happily married woman. Frank lunges at Holly, allowing Logan to reach up and snap his neck down on the top rope, jerking Frank back towards the ring. Logan corners Big Frank, gouging his eyes and jabbing the face and midsection of the Man of Tomorrow. Mann takes Frank for a ride to the far corner, ramming him into the turnbuckle. Dan Black keeps a watchful eye on the situation, ready to breakup any pin attempt while Tony recovers from the brual German suplex he received. Irish whip to the corner, Logan decking Frank with a back elbow. Then off the top with a double-axehandle smash. Logan back up to the top for another top rope double knee drop, but this time he's CAUGHT IN MIDAIR BY TONY... ...OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE ONTO FRANK!!! "O-A-O-A-- HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO!! Uber and Synth share the save, then trade fists. Tony tags out in favor of the fresh man, Dan Black. Black shoves Synth and Uber outside, letting them take care of business out there. Inside the ring, Black T show why they're considered to be the best tag team in OAOAST history, systematically destroying their competition. Tony whips Logan to the ropes as the fans call out "3-B" as Dan hits the ropes. Brannigan lifts Logan up for the spinebuster, but Logan uses his momentum to leap onto Tony's thighs and turn him over as Black nears, causing Dan to bump into Tony's back, sending Brannigan straight down into the knees of Logan for an inverted lungblower! COLE Did that ever blow up in the faces of Black T. Black has little time to check on Tony, spun around and drilled...PERCUSSION DDT! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ONE... TWO... THR... Frank drags Logan by the feet to the center of the ring and crotches over him, locking on the LAY-Z-BOY CAMEL CLUTCH! Synth slams Uber against the guardrail and climbs onto the apron, grabbing the attention of the referee. Charles Robinson prevents Synth from entering because he isn't the legal man. Uber yanks on Synth's legs from the floor, causing the Synthmeister to instinctively grab ahold of Charles to help him stay on his feet, accidently taking the referee outside with him. COLE While not his intent... COACH Whaddya mean, not his intent?! The Heavenly Rockers benefit more than anybody else from there being no referee. Of course it was his intent. Look at that. Logan's saying he quits. He's crying uncle. COLE He is not! With no referee, Holly-Wood decides to interfere on the behalf of her team, sprinting over to the corner. The Lay-Z-Boy still firmly applied Frank looks up and sees Holly fly towards him, hooking his head and spiking him into the mat...PERCUSSION DDT!! :headbang: :headbang: COLE I've seen it and I still don't believe it. Holly-Wood just hit Big Frank with Percussion. Percussion, Coach! COACH That ain't right. Big Frank's gonna be pissed if he loses like this. Holly drapes Logan over Frank and exits just before Charles Robinson slips back in. Synth keeping Uber grounded. ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Dan Black comes running into the picture, dropkicking Logan in the head, knocking him off Frank. Dan covers! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! COLE Unbelievable. * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, history has been made. The winners of the match and for the THIRD TIME OAOAST tag team champions of the world... BLACK TEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Dan Black raises his hands in triumph as he rips the tag titles away from Charles Robinson and holds them up for all to see. Tony Brannigan re-enters the picture, still reeling from the inverted lungblower. The pain becomes easier to bear once he spots Dan Black in possession of both belts. Black actually cracks a smile as he tosses Tony one of the title belts, which they hoist in celebration. COLE For the first time in 19 months Black T are once again the OAOAST World tag team champions. If those in the media were beginning to question whether or not Black T are indeed the greatest tag team in OAOST history, those questions were put to rest tonight. They are the best. Not just in the OAOAST but the world. COACH I've had my problems with Black T in the past, Mikey, but I gotta give it up to them. 3-time OAOAST tag team champions. Wow. As Black T head for the back, a ringside scuffle involving Uber and Synth ensues. It turns into more than a scuffle when Big Frank wallops Synth from behind. The Sooner Bruisers roll Synth back inside the ring, where Holly is tending to her bloody and battered husband Logan. The sight of Holly embracing Logan enrages Frank, who pie-faces Holly out of the way so he can assault Logan some more! Frank brings Logan up to his feet, cradling the neck and drops Mann on his head! COLE 69 Driver! That's uncalled for. There's no need for this. The match is over. Leave him alone, damnit. Black T view the happenings in the ring on the AngleTron, a look of amusement on the face of Dan Black. Tony Brannigan, however, takes the situation much more seriously. Fans begging for somebody to help the Heavenly Rockers. Black is left dumbfounded as Tony storms the ring. The Sooner Bruisers stomp Brannigan on the way in, picking him off the mat to work him over in the corner. Black shakes his head, as if he can't believe what he's about to do. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Black's decision to hit the ring earns him the biggest pop he'll probably ever receive in his career. Together with Tony Brannigan, the new World tag team champions clear the ring of The Sooner Bruisers. Big Frank and Uber are just as shock as anybody to see Black T come to the aid of Synth and Logan. But maybe not as surprised as Holly-Wood, her jaw dropped. "Quiet" it cued up to a thunderous ovation. The Sooner Bruisers and Black T exchanging words as OAOAST officials keep the two separated. COACH Black T playing the knight in shining amor? Next to world peace I thought I'd never see it. COLE It's been that kind of a night, Coach. Imagine what it'll be like in the month of Halloween. THE END IS HEREEEEUHUHUH~! THE END IS HEREEEEUHUHUH~! OCTOBER 1, 2006 LIVE! 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Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 COLE Alright, well we're rolling on with AngleSlam 2006 and man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! COACH How many times are you gonna make that same joke? COLE Depends, how many matches are left? Actually, don't answer that. One match that is left, to get back on topic here, is the match that's been dubbed the 'Interpromotional Dream Match' for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship. One of the feature matches and most anticipated matches on the entire card. We've had an influx of SWF wrestlers this past half year, some more hostile than others. Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix falls into the hostile category and tonight, he makes his OAOAST PPV debut, looking to show us up by defeating one of our own in Leon Rodez. He certainly showed him up two and a bit weeks ago, when he laid Leon out with the help of The Wildcards to win the title, under the guise of Ghost Machine. But tonight, it's one on one and The Wildcards have other issues so one would assume they won't be out here to interfere. COACH We can only hope. COLE Indeed, because this has the potential to be a real doozy. Two great athletes, who are so different and yet so alike. COACH So alike that they could be the same person. COLE Coach, kayfabe. COACH Oh, gotcha. *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" and it's Interpromotional time as Leon Rodez emerges through the OAOAST sliding doors, wearing proudly the OAOAST orange and black with his tights and robe, once again challenging for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship. Leon seems jovial as usual as he walks down the rampway, miming high-fives to the fans beneath him beside the rampway. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your InterPromotional Dream Match for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship of the WOOORLD! Introducing first, the challenger. Representing the OAOAST!! From Grand Rapids, Michigan... he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The former three-time 24/7 Champion... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLEEEEEEOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRROOOOOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Leon vaults into the ring and salutes the crowd with a raised fist and a cheesy smile. Disposing of the robe, Leon then goes through some warm-ups, while all attention turns back to the entrance way. This is big. This is historic. This isn't understated, that's for sure. "Tell me exactly, what am I supposed to do Now that I have allowed you, to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game Maybe I could win this ti-ime." "I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me, completely! If you even try to look the other way I think that I could kill this ti-ime!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The (almost) ever-present manager and recent romantic conquest of the 24/7 Champion, Megan Skye, leads the way as "Disturbed" by The Game fires through the arena. It's only been two weeks, but the OAOAST faithful are nothing if not observant and know exactly what that means. Boo time, as the 24/7 Champion Landon Maddix enters. Maddix takes in the surroundings and the elevated rampway he's stepping onto with a hint of unfamiliarity, but being the professional egotist he is he still finds time to raise his title belt overhead. Megan leads the one woman applause-fest as Landon now strolls on down the ramp, rocking his SWF Justice & Rule sweatshirt rather than his usual entrance garb. BUFFER And, his opponent! Accompanied to the ring by his Perfect 10, MEGAN SKYE! He represents the SWF... hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain! Weighing two hundred, twenty pounds. Tonight making his OAOAST Pay Per View debut, he is one half of the SWF World Tag Team Champions and the reigning, defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE SAVIOUR OF THE OAOAST"... this is LLLAAAANNDDOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMMAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Looking a little nervous to enter the ring and possibly with good reason, Landon hands off his dueling title belts and his sweatshirt to Megan on the rampway, keeping a careful eye on the ring. Leon watches on lounged in a corner, checking an imaginary watch on his wrist. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" Referee Charles Robinson calls for Landon to get into the ring. And despite Leon's laid back attitude, Landon seems suspicious, preferring to stay on the rampway as he talks strategy with his manager. So Robinson tries to hurry him up another way, by calling for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* With the bell gone and the match officially underway Landon accepts defeat and enters the ring...and promptly climbs right back out, letting Robinson know in no uncertain terms who's in charge here. The SWF's Power Couple have another team pow-wow on the floor, while Rodez bides his time by getting into his own 'pow-wow' with a smoking hot brunette in the second row. COLE What's with all this stalling? They don't do this in the SWF, why do it here? COACH Well we don't have word limits. COLE ... COACH Sorry. Finally Landon and Megan high-five and it seems the Champion is ready to go. Rolling into the ring, Maddix squares up to his challenger and starts to put the verbal beatdown on The Silky Smooth One~! Leon just stands there and takes it with a wry smirk on his face as Landon keeps on yapping. And yapping. And eventually, he seems to get to the point as he starts poking fingers and apparantly daring Leon to go chop for chop with him. Leon is happy to accept and even offers his chest to the Champion, giving him the chance to go first... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a chance which Landon duly takes. With gritted teeth Rodez absorbs the chop, brushing it off as the proverbial ball is now in his proverbial court... ...but Landon DUCKS the chop... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and hits a second knifedge on Rodez! COACH C'mon, that ain't how it works! Just to make sure the fans know how smart he is, Maddix takes a moment to tap a finger to his temple while Rodez shakes off the chop, accepting that he was just outsmarted. Turning back around, it seems Landon is ready to resume the chop battle now as he slaps his chest, encouraging Rodez to try his luck. Leon sets and hesitates a little, half-expecting a duck of the head...which doesn't come. But his hesitation allows Landon to catch him napping with a quick thumb to the eye! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh come on! Right to the eyes! With Leon blinded, Landon pulls him around by the shoulder, exposing the chest again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for another knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another. By the arm, Maddix now loads Leon up, backing him off into the ropes and shooting him across the ring with an irish whip. Back shoots Leon as the 24/7 Champion swings high with a clothesline. Too high infact, especially as Leon ducks underneath. Not panicking, Landon tries again on the second rebound with a back elbow. Another duck from The Silky Smooth one leaves Maddix flustered though and in his efforts to redeem himself as quickly as possible he ducks his head, far too early, allowing Leon to leapfrog over thetop of the Champion! It takes a second or two but eventually Maddix realises he's been decieved again and pops back upright, looking around in confusion for his opponent... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and gets lashed with four sudden, almost Kobashi-speed knifedge chops to return the earlier favours! COLE What's good for the goose is good for the Landon! COACH What the hell does that mean? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! Those four chops prove more than enough for Landon as he drops to his knees and BEGS OFF~! The prospect of a follow-up eyepoke prompts Leon to turn that down though, kicking Landon in the gut and pulling him right back up to his feet. With an irish whip by Rodez looks to send Maddix off the ropes, but it's reversed by The Next Generation. This time though, Leon uses the fact he's running at great speed to an offensive advantage and vaults right back at Maddix as he hits the ropes, wiping him out with a flying forearm! Out of the ring scrambles Landon looking to regroup, as Rodez bounds back up and blows a theatrical kiss to the Miami crowd! COLE And that's what you get for trying to embarrass Leon Rodez, Mr. Maddix! The 24/7 Champion bails out to the floor to recollect his thoughts and it's as good of a time as any to remind you there's No Disqualifications, No Countouts and Falls Count Anywhere in 24/7 competition. Leon seems to be hanging back for now though. I think he'd rather beat Landon in the ring, straight up, to further prove a point to the egotistical SWFer. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Maddix brushes the hair from his eyes and glares into the pro-Rodez crowd, shaking his head in disgust. Around ringside scuttles Megan to re-assure her man everything is okay and the Power Couple go into another discussion on the floor before Landon rolls back into the ring. An honourable guy, Rodez gives Maddix his space before Maddix offers up a knucklelock. But apparantly Leon watched Landon's match on Thursday and doesn't fall for the trick, sweeping behind into a waistlock before his eyes can be jabbed deep into his sockets again. Dropping to one knee, Landon tries to pick at the fingers to free himself from the waistlock. But when his technical ability fails him, Landon goes to what's worked for him most of his career. *CHING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Lowblow! COACH Where the hell did that 'ching' come from? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! The fans in the American Airlines Arena really give it to the (half) Spaniard. So does Charles Robinson, but he doesn't matter. Shrugging the referee off, Landon hauls the winded Rodez off of his knees and to his feet, popping him in the jaw with a forearm. A second forearm finds the mark, before another irish whip puts Leon on the run again. Ducking the head, a backdrop seems to be Maddix next move again... ...but again it fails, as Leon vaults over top, taking the Champion over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout. Rodez still looks to be favouring his lower nutsack region, but rolls back to his feet to cut Landon's rush off with an armdrag. Another armdrag. And a third, Japanese style this time, Leon hanging onto the arm as he rolls through before threading the legs underneath the other arm and pulling Landon over with a crucifix cradle... 1... 2... Kickout. Both men up and momentum is on Rodez's side...until he finds himself snared in a cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's one. Hope you're keeping score at home. COACH Hope you're still awake at home too after he's done with this. The crowd rightfull crap on the glorified headlock as Landon holds it for all he's worth, smirking away as he hears the fans' reaction. The hold has slowed Leon down though. To a complete standstill infact, as he searches for a way to free himself from the Champion's grip. Rodez manages to get near the ropes and reaches out, inches away from the top rope...before grabbing it on the second attempt. Of course, Landon can't be DQed though, meaning he can hold on regardless. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Realising that the ropebreak lacks the 'break' it usually does, Leon has to try another tactic. So he grabs the rope again and starts to shuffle around, testing the ropes for how much give they'll allow. Landon watches on and tightens the hold a little, anticipating the challenger's next move and quelling it. But Leon keeps hold of the ropes. Twist, turn, set and... ...STOMP ON THE FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I half-expected a somersault and an acrobatic escape there from Leon. But unfortunately for the Champion, he full-expected it and got his foot stamped on for his trouble. The classic schoolyard tactic leaves Landon hopping on one foot, furiously arguing with referee Robinson that those sort of shenanigans shouldn't be allowed. But by arguing with the referee, he becomes distracted from his opponent, who sneaks up... ...AND STOMPS ON THE OTHER FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Haha! More mind-games from Leon and Landon Maddix is hopping mad right now! COACH I get it, I get it, cause he's hopping right? That's funny. Poor Landon doesn't know which foot to hop around on now and ends up hobbling around in clear pain, trying to reach down and nurse both of his feet at once. As he hobbles around towards Rodez though, he gets no sympathy, as The Silky Smooth One boots him in the shoulder blade, snapping him upright. Ducking low, Rodez then hoists Landon up and spikes him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, just as he thought it could get no worse. Bad feet and an achy breaky pelvis, Maddix flounders in the centre of the ring and gets caught napping, schoolboyed over by Rodez... 1... 2... No! Rolling out of the pin, Maddix has had enough of being shown up and with gritted teeth, flaming eyes and venomous intent he charges on his swollen feet looking to take Leon's head off with a vicious clothesline. Unfortunately, he ends up running right into a drop toehold. Landing across the middle rope throat-first, Maddix stays slumped as Rodez jumps back to his feet and ponders whether he should do what he's thinking of doing. "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" There's your answer. COLE Megan trying to use that towel to fan Landon down, but I don't think that's going to make much difference there young lady. Calling on the power of the fans, Rodez does a very special AngleSlam JIG~! to the delight of the Miami crowd. Rodez then hits the opposite ropes and sprints back at top speed directly at Maddix... COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJA... ...NO! Maddix moves... ...but Rodez lands safely on the bottom rope and vaults back around. This time, the pointing to the temple by The Next Generation isn't quite so valid. And Megan lets him no, waving her trusty towel and screaming at her man to turn around. Landon does so and gets caught with a boo...NO! Landon catches the boot! Again he points to the cranium... *SMACK!* ...and gives Rodez a target to aim for with an Enziguri!! COLE Enziguri, which loosely translated from Japan means 'I hate your neck'. COACH For real? Rodez rolls over...AND POINTS TO THE TEMPLE~! OMGHEELTURN~! With Maddix facedown on the canvas, Rodez then quickly bundles the Champion over and makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! By the hair Rodez brings Landon right back up, but the challenger leaves himself open for a knee to the gut. Wisely, Landon declines to show how wise he is with a temple tap this time, instead measuring Rodez as he slumps against the ropes and charging. Rodez is waiting on him though, ducks the head and backdrops Maddix over the top, onto the OAOAST PPV rampway with a satisfying thud!! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Quick as a flash, Megan scrambles up the steps and onto the ramp, positioning herself in between Landon and the ring to buy her man some time. COLE Well, it's been a far from auspicious start to Landon Maddix's first OAOAST PPV match. The crafty challenger has had an answer for everything Landon's tried and he's left the two-time former World Champion looking quite the fool so far. COACH And that's perfect. The way Maddix was talking two weeks ago, this had to happen. He needed to be shown up like this tonight. COLE Don't count Maddix out just yet though Coach. He's not called "La Cucaracha" for nothing. SUICIDE KING Of course. He's called that because he's a dirty no-good Spaniard. COACH & COLE ... Referee Robinson tries to tell Landon to get back into the ring, but is indignantly informed by La Cucaracha that he has an important match tommorrow night for the SWF and he needs to conserve his energy. Especially considering he's got to fly from Florida to Canada as soon as this match finishes. Leon has no time for that sob-story though and finally he's tired of the stalling, exiting the ring and meeting Landon on the rampway with a forearm strike! Megan scuttles off to safety as Landon returns the favour with a forearm, only for Leon to throw one right back, sending Landon sprawling down the ramp! COLE Uh-oh! The action has finally spilled out onto the entrance way and remember, falls count anywhere, so this one could go anywhere Coach! COACH Ten bucks says they end up in some water and party like it's ninteen ninety nine. COLE No, we've got that covered on the show already. With the 24/7 Championship in hand Charles Robinson follows down the ramp, as it's Landon's turn to strike, connecting with a patented forearm that sends Leon retreating back towards the ring. Soon learning that you shouldn't go forearm for forearm with La Cucaracha, Rodez stuns his opponent with a boot to the gut and pulls him in, setting up a piledriver on the rampway! But of course, that rarely works and as soon as he finds himself in trouble, Maddix snaps upright to backdrop Rodez over, with another hard thud on the ramp! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As soon as Rodez lands, Maddix is right on top of him with the cover... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... No! Annoyed at the two count and the OAOAST fans down below him, Maddix stomps away on The Silky Smooth One before glancing back to the ring. And apparantly, gaining an idea. The 24/7 Champion re-enters the ring and takes up a position on the far side of the ring, lounging against the ropes as he waits for Rodez to drag himself back up. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" The fans don't concern Landon now as Rodez pulls himself up and favours his lower back as he begins to lumber back towards the ring. As he does so though, it seems like rather than he going to Landon, Landon is going to come to him, as The Next Generation rushes the length of the ring... ...vaulting to the top rope... ...and SOARING a good 7 or 8 feet down the ramp, wiping Rodez out with a JAW-DROPPING Spaceman Plancha!!! "WWOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! COACH That's one way to shut these people up, huh? COLE Give the devil his due, that was impressive! In one motion Landon leapt to the top, then the next he goes flying down the aisle and takes out the challenger! One thing we know about Landon from the SWF, he's flashy, he's a show-off, sometimes without reason. But what you just saw there was the flash with an end product. Both men end up in a heap on the rampway as the crowd around them go wild, not for Landon as such but for the move. Landon ends up hurting from the landing as well as Rodez, but he's the first to react and drops on top of Rodez, forcing Robinson to rush over with the count... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... KICKOUT! Pushing up to his knees, Maddix takes issue with the count with referee Robinson. As always Robinson is quick to defend his count, so the Champion is forced to bring Rodez back up and pop under the jaw with another quick forearm. Rodez wobbles, as Landon then reels back... ...cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's number two. COACH 'Number two' is right. That's a steaming pile of number two. The fans are spared this time though, as after a few gratuitous wrenches of the head and some taunting of the crowd, Landon gets bored of the hold and changes things up. Wringing out the arm, an irish whip is set up, Landon sends Rodez back down the ramp and into the outside of the ring ropes...which Leon hangs onto, stopping himself from being rebounded back. RODEZ ALAN CLARK RULES!! COACH OH NO HE DIDN'T~! Oh yes he did and if anything's gonna rile up The Next Generation it's that, letting his heart rule his head as he furiously sprints down the ramp...and gets scythed down with another drop toehold, again landing throat-first on the middle rope, although this time of course on the outside of the ring. COLE Looks like Leon's going to put the ramp to good use here. Striding off towards the curtains, Rodez leaves Maddix hanging as he makes it at least halfway down the ramp before turning on his heels and sprinting back! The fans in the pits below reach out to their hero, thankfully not tripping him up as he rushes down... ...and down... ...and down... ...before eventually making it down the rampway and DRIVING his weight into the spine of the 24/7 Champion!! COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJANGLES, YO~! Man I've missed doin' that! COLE If you weren't so bias you could do it every week. COACH Yeah, but what can you do? Maddix comes off the ropes with a hand pressed to his back and gets nailed with a right hand, before it's Leon's time to whip. Taking the arm, Rodez turns and shoots Landon down the ramp, which soon becomes down the apron, as Maddix manages to cut the corner where the ramp drops away... *CLANG!* ...but ends up crashing back first into the ringpost, slumping down against the outside of the middle turnbuckle as Megan yelps in shared pain on the outside. RODEZ How about a Shining Wizard, huh!? "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah, a little poetic justice coming up! With Landon still slumped against the post Rodez takes a moment to get the crowd behind him, with the always popular rhythmical clapping. The claps slowly pick up pace as Megan is frantic, screaming at Landon to get up or move or show any meaningful signs of life what-so-ever. But he doesn't and the claps are barely seperate from each other now they're so quick as Leon bursts down the rampway again with another long run-up. A quick detour later, Rodez then takes flight, jumping the void from ramp edge to ring apron... *CLUNK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT MEGAN PULLS LANDON TO SAFETY AND RODEZ WRAPS HIS RIGHT KNEE AROUND THE RINGPOST!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE DAMNIT! Megan Skye, interjecting herself in this match and saving Maddix's ass! COACH And probably wrecking Leon's knee too. Rodez writhes in agony, rolling into the ring and howling with pain as he clutches his right knee. Following him into the ring, referee Robinson seems understandably concerned as he checks on the challenger, most of the crowd eeriely quiet now except for the pocket of fans closest to Maddix and Megan who give them their rightful boos. COLE You might be right Coach, Leon looks like he's in a bad way and he's clutching that right knee, which is the same knee that had to be surgically repaired back in 2003 and put Leon out of this business for roughly a year. It's still braced up and obviously it's healed as fully as is physically possible. But it's still a surgically repaired knee and therefore a vulnerable bodypart. COACH And it's not like he just smacked it on the post either Mikey. He wrapped it around the post. Something like that can tear ligaments. COLE Or in Leon's case, re-tear ligaments. Referee Robinson seems to be in two minds about stopping the match but apparantly Leon is able to convince him he's okay to continue. Either that, or Charles doesn't want a riot on his hands. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Taking his sweet time, Landon fiddles with his hair on the floor before climbing back to the apron. Rodez is trying to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but Landon ducks a foot into the ring and kicks him in the face, putting him right back down. Clasping the top rope, Landon then vaults in, coming down on the right knee with a very deliberate double stomp! LEON AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! COLE Wow, Rodez just screaming in pain there. We're going to see just how much of a ruthless streak Maddix has in him now I'm afraid. Rodez tries to crawl away but doesn't get very far on one leg, Landon strolling over and simply kicking him in the knee, almost mocking the injured challenger in the process. Another nonchalant kick to the leg is thrown before Landon reaches down and grabs the limp limb. Hooking the ankle under his arm, the cocky Maddix falls back and JARS it into the canvas with a KneeDT! And without relinquishing his grasp on the ankle, he chains it into a submission, rolling Leon over onto his back and applying a simple but effective under the circumstances Half Boston Crab. COLE Submission hold applied, but unless Leon is more injured than we think then this is just a weardown tactic, trying to soften the knee up a little further. COACH Well it's all cool working over a bodypart, but the question is what's it working towards? If Maddix doesn't have a hold that'll work the leg and get a submission, he might as well just forget about the injury and wrestle the match as he was. COLE I'm not sure what Landon has in his arsenal, Coach. From the footage I've seen, he never picks the leg as the bodypart to focus on though, so you may have a point. COACH Damn skippy. COLE Uhm...yeah. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd try to rally behind the challenger as he starts to fight the hold, realising that reaching the ropes won't do him any good and instead trying to push up on his hands and escape the crab on his own merits. Maddix tries to sit back and flatten Rodez back down, but Rodez is up on his hands now, creeping his free leg underneath him to aleviate some of the pressure. Realising he's losing the challenger, Landon throws in the towel on the crab, but not the leg as he quickly lifts and slams the knee into the canvas! And again! Leon's base collapses under him as the knee is bounced off the canvas a third time, before Maddix flips him over onto his back and whips around the leg with a spinning toehold, the prelude to the figure fou...NO! Rodez fights it, kicking out with his left leg time and time again until Maddix is sent stumbling away into a neutral corner. COLE Rodez is fighting, but this is all just desperation now. Hopping on one leg Rodez tries to get back to his feet, but he can't put any weight on the right leg, allowing Landon to catch him from behind. A kick to the back of the knee softens Rodez up, before Landon hooks him around the waist, tucking in the knee as he lifts the Silky Smooth One up, then brings him right back down with a shinbreaker! Even on one leg, Leon is fighting though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and manages to throw a knifedge chop to back Landon off. But only temporarily, as Maddix clubs into him from behind again and quickly executes another shinbreaker! This time there's no fightback from Rodez and he hops helplessly on the one foot as Maddix pulls him into the centre of the ring, bringing him over with a dragon screw legwhip that further wrenches the internal workings of the knee in ways they shouldn't be wrenched. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again, tearing away at that leg. Maddix is in control, but time and time again in the past we've seen Leon in some bad situations and he's always shown tremendous amounts of heart. Pulling Rodez back up, Maddix picks the bad leg of the challenger and snaps an uppercut across the back of Rodez's knee. A second almost causes Rodez to buckle from the pain, but he gallantly stays up. Landon pulls him over with another quick dragon screw though to put an end to his resiliance. Straight from that, Maddix whips around Rodez's leg with a figure four in mind...but Rodez knows that spells disaster and with no other option he grabs a handful of Landon's blond hair and fires off a right hand! A second! Grabbing the hair again, Rodez goes for a third, but Landon suddenly WRENCHES at the knee with a spinning toe-hold which stops Rodez in his tracks. And with Rodez hurt, The Next Generation takes the opportunity to quickly apply the figure four leglock! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COACH Aw, crap! COLE The Wrath Of Maddix, the time honoured figure four leglock, one move which Landon does have in his repetoire that works the leg. Rodez has got to escape this figure four and quickly, because I'm sure his knee cannot take much of this hold. With his hands clenched to his face, Rodez moans and groans with every wrench of the hold, the beaming Champion pushing up onto his hands to apply more pressure on the hold. The pain is clear, as Rodez pushes up to face Landon for a moment. But he quickly collapses back... 1... 2... Rodez pushes off of his shoulder, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. Landon has the hold applied tightly and Rodez, glancing towards the ropes, which won't aid him anyway. Maddix pushes up again, eliciting another howl from Rodez. The challenger grits his teeth through the pain for another attempt at finding a way out. But again Maddix wrenches the hold, which causes Rodez to fall to the mat again... 1... 2... THR--NOO! Rodez JUST pushes off the canvas in time! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The Miami crowd are doing their best to carry the challenger on now, despite how bleak the situation looks. Maddix gives another wrench of the figure four before glancing over to his corner and giving a little signal to Megan, who right on cue crawls into the ring and starts to MOP LANDON'S BROW with her towel in mid figure-four!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That's ridiculous!! Talk about arrogance, that's off the damn scale! COACH Come on Mikey, he doesn't want sweat in his eyes. COLE Please Coach. Maddix is suitably mopped down so Megan resumes her cheering duties on the floor. Meanwhile, Rodez is slowly sinking away it seems and looks to be just about out of it. But just as Robinson prepares to count his shoulder down, The Silky Smooth One decides he has to make one last effort and sits bolt upright! Teeth gritted, the challenger pumps his fists and whips the crowd into a frenzy as he leans to his left and starts to try and tip the balance of the hold! Maddix's cocky streak has disappeared now and he tries to stop Rodez from turning him, but the challenger is determined and fights through the pain barrier, managing to get onto his side... ...but Landon quickly unwraps his legs and releases the hold, before he can be turned. COLE I guess that counts as an escape...Maddix taking no chances there, he doesn't want to get caught in the deadly reversed figure four. A cheer goes up, but Maddix doesn't completely let Rodez go. Instead, he lifts Rodez's leg by the ankle before slamming it down into the mat. Landon follows up with a stomp just for good measure, before smirking out into the crowd. COLE Maddix has things going his way. He just needs to keep his focus... COACH Easier said then done when he's got thousands of OAOAST fans baying for his blood. Looking out into the sea of Floridian fans, Maddix tries to get an "S - W - F!" chant going, which is thrown asunder faster than Al Gore's presidential campaign. All this is good clean fun for Landon though, drafting in Megan to help with the chant. However, Rodez is using this time to drag himself up with aid from the ropes, still running on adrenaline as he hops across the ring. By the shoulder he spins Landon around, catching the shocked SWF superstar in the jaw with a hopping jab! A jab! A JAB! A... ...forearm, Maddix cutting off the trademark combo. Cockily Landon shoves the challenger away, waiting for Rodez to hop back before launching a basement dropkick low. The boots catch Rodez in the thigh and he shoots up, landing SPIKED on his head! Seeing this, Landon decides to make a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Maddix is quickly back up, laying in more vicious stomps. Rodez tries to fight him off with his free leg but Maddix is able to avoid the flailing leg and keeps kicking until finally Robinson has enough and decides to pull him away. Shoving Robinson aside, Maddix goes back over to Rodez and pulls him up. With a snarl, he then cups a hand under Rodez's jaw, pulling him face to face and spitting some insults at him. And SLAPPING him across the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Leon is in no position to fight back and struggles even to stay on his feet...or rather, foot...as Landon tucks a leg in behind the challenger's and tucks the head over his shoulder. Leaning Rodez back, the Champion then pulls him forward, looking for the Crash Landon '05... ...but instead, crash landing across Rodez's knee, as he counters with an STO/Backbreaker!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE YES! Maddix got too cocksure of himself and he paid the price! COACH Yeah, but he got driven down on Leon's right knee. Leon sacrificed himself on that one. COLE Very true and the desperation counter did the challenger's leg no favours at all. But the Champion now has a damaged back to think about, as both men are down and...and WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!? 'She' would be Megan Skye. And what 'she' is doing is sliding into the ring with a steel chair in hand, cautiously approaching Rodez and wielding the chair, waiting for a good shot at the right knee! Referee Robinson warns her to get out of the ring. He might as well have left ten minutes ago though, because nobody is listening to him. Megan continues to stalk the challenger, still without a good view of the leg, but Leon is getting up and the chair is wielded, ready to strike... ...UNTIL MEGAN GETS SPEARED DOWN BY... ...BY JADE RODEZ!?!?! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH What the hell!? COLE Jade Rodez to the rescue! Leon said he did his homework, I guess he knew what Megan was capable of and thankfully, he had his little sister watching his back! COACH Lame. COLE Well, you know what isn't lame Coach? COACH What? COLE This! CATFIIIGHT! CATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!! To the delight of the Miami crowd, Megan and Jade start scrapping on the mat, which soon turns into scrapping on the ramp as the bundle out under the ropes, still ripping and tearing at hair and flesh and whatever else comes to hand. Leon is up now, hobbling on one foot and faster that you can say 'I love it when a plan comes together' he's smiling as he sees his sister taking it to Ms. Skye. However, he wouldn't be smiling if he saw what was behind him. To his feet, Landon sneakily retrieves the steel chair and lies in wait. Screams of warning tell Leon something's wrong and he turns around. Just what Landon wanted, as he swings for the hills with the chair... ...DUCKED! Rodez manages to sweep under the chairshot and hop around to meet Landon coming a second time, blocking the chair... *CLANG!* ...and pushing it back into Landon's face! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away sprawls Maddix, a look of anger masking the fact he's seeing stars right now as he falls into the corner. Rodez is right behind him and grabs hold of Landon's blond locks, pulling his head back and slamming it into the turnbuckle... ...and again... ...again... "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!!!!!" COLE No need for a recount in Florida that time, Maddix sent into the buckle ten straight times and the tide may just be turning in the OAOAST's favour! Out from the corner hops Rodez, the fact he's on one leg not affecting his mobility too much. Rodez waits in the centre of the ring as slowly, very wobbly and pretty aimlessly, Landon comes staggering towards him. And before the woozy Champion can strike, he gets popped in the jaw with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Landon is on rubber legs now as Leon, on one non-rubber leg, turns to blow the kiss to the crowd and...stops, not trusting his leg to withstand hitting the usual enziguri. Luckily though Landon is already ducking the non-existant enziguri. So, with a shrug, Leon just spikes him with a DDT! COACH Mama Said Knock You Out...With A DDT Because My Leg's Busted! COLE Catchy. Again Rodez has to take a moment to tend to his knee, but with the 24/7 Championship beckoning he grits the teeth and drapes an arm over Maddix's chest... 1... 2... NO! COLE That injured knee isn't just going to hurt Leon physically, but it's also going to hurt his chances of winning this match. I doubt he can get Maddix up for the Backpack Stunner and he's got no chance of a 450. What does the challenger have in his bag of tricks to beat Maddix with only one leg? COACH He could just waffle him with the chair. COLE No complaints here. Up hops Leon again and he waits on the 24/7 Champion, who is looking around ringside for some advice from his trusty manager. However, his trusty manager is in the backstage area, probably still clawing away at Jade Rodez's face. Maddix has to go it alone now. Stumbling up he suddenly makes a break forward, trying to clip out Leon's knee from the front. The challenger is able to side-hop him though, Landon skidding harmlessly (for Leon, at least) across the mat. Landon pops right back up and charges again...but this time, runs into a back elbow! That seems to lock Landon a little loopy and allow Rodez to wrap on a front facelock. Cradling the leg, Rodez takes Maddix over with a Fisherman's Suplex, with a bridge... 1... ...but his right knee is buckling, so Rodez lifts it off the canvas, maintaining the bridge with the left leg... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Amazing neck strength to bridge with one foot, let alone two, but again the bad knee is hampering every idea Leon has right now. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Up goes the chant again, the crowd sensing Rodez needs a little encouragement as he tries to figure out exactly what he can use for a next move. Maddix looks to cut him off before he gets the chance, swinging with a clothesline. And missing with a clothesline, Rodez watching Maddix 360 around and lifting for an inverted atomic drop...but wisely realising that'd hurt his knee, so instead dumping Landon down with a Stone Cold Spinebuster (which keeps him standing, but Landon hurting). As Maddix clambers up from that, an elbow jabs him in the abdomen...and again, doubling him over a little, so Leon can grab a 3/4 headlock. Pointing to the corner, Rodez is looking to slice some bread now as he runs to the buckles... RODEZ AAAHHH! ...but running isn't wise with a bad leg and he has to stop before he reaches the corner, releasing Landon to tend to his knee... ...and getting pulled down across his knees with a Lungblower!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again the knee halts the challenger's progress and that may have been the crucial tweak of the knee there! Scrambling around, Maddix hooks the good leg, leaving Leon with only the bad limb to try and kick out with... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE But Leon Rodez refuses to be beaten! COACH No doubt. He's got a lot of gumption. I don't know what gumption means, I don't know if anyone else does, but whatever it is he's got it. Maddix has had enough now as he storms to his feet, ripping at his own kneepad and exposing his right knee as he backs into a corner. COLE Shining Wizard! Landon's going for the Shining Wizard and if he hits this, it's over! COACH But if he misses, he's gonna end up with a knee like Leon's. The challenger is hurting now and slowly to his feet, the crowd trying to warn him again as Landon lies in wait. Maddix is impatient, encouraging Leon up, shouting at Leon to get back to one knee. Pushing himself up off the canvas, Leon starts to get up and Landon starts to run...but the challenger can't put any weight on the right leg, unable to get the knee under him and forcing the eager Champion to skid to a halt, returning to the corner. Clearly in pain, Rodez now plants the other leg on the mat as he starts to pull himself up, feeding the knee for Landon as he again charges forward... ...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF THE AIR BY RODEZ!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE RODEZ SAW HIM COMING! Rodez saw Landon coming the first time and he was ready by the second! COACH What a counter, too! COLE COVER!! 1... 2... 3 -NOOOOOO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Referee Robinson takes the brunt of the abuse as he signals that Landon's shoulder barely shot off of the canvas at two. Despite the obvious disappointment, Rodez doesn't dwell on the two count and hobbles back to his feet, bringing Landon up with him with a handful of hair. RODEZ BANANA HAMMOCK! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He's gonna go for it, but I don't think his knee will hold out! Again with the 3/4 headlock, Rodez knows this is going to take his last amounts of energy and pauses for a moment, soaking in some oxygen before hoisting Landon up...BUT THE KNEE GIVES WAY! COLE Just as I thought, that knee is too damaged for Leon to carry two hundred and twenty pounds on his back, even for a second. Rodez uses the ropes to help himself back up and curses his bad idea as he limps away, to where Maddix is waiting on him with a Dropsault...CAUGHT! Rodez catches the legs and Maddix drops down on the back of his head, before getting turned over into the Boston Crab! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Woah, where did that come from!? COLE I don't know and I don't honestly care! All that matters is, Maddix is in trouble and this seems to be a move that won't damage the knee of the challenger! Rodez sits back and is already nodding his head, satisfied that he's finally got the 24/7 Champion where he wants him. Meanwhile, the agonised Next Generation starts to claw and crawl with a grimace on his face, knowing that with one leg Leon's balance won't be as strong. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" The referee is right there with him to check for a tap-out, but Maddix shakes his head with a 'no', scanning around the ring for the ropes. But Rodez sits back a little further with the hold and it seems like La Cucaracha is trapped and resigned to defeat... "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" ...until suddenly, he starts pushing up! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Maddix has his eyes locked on the bottom rope and begins to reach out for them, crawling across the ring. He knows he can't make a break of the hold, but at least with the ropes in hand he technically can't lose the match. Rodez can't stop Maddix's crawl and every time he's brought back a step, he's stepping onto the right leg once more. Despairing boos fill the air, as Landon is just a short distance away from the ropes. And with no way of stopping his opponent and no plans of trying to drag him forward, Leon is left to cling on and hope... ...as Landon makes the ropes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Maddix has the ropes, but Rodez doesn't have the break the hold! COACH He'll break it, you watch. He's too much of a nice guy. And Coach's prediction is dead-on, as Rodez does throw down the legs of the Champion, although mainly to nurse the right leg again. Maddix is still clutching the ropes for all his might, until he finally realises the hold is broken. And quick as a flash, he twists around and grabs Rodez's right knee, tugging away at the buckles of his kneebrace!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Hey...HEY, COME ON! COACH That's what being a nice guy gets ya. COLE This is uncalled for! I know it's No Disqualifications but Robinson needs to get in there and stop this! That kneebrace isn't there for decoration, it's there for a reason! Maddix seems to have the brace unfastened and is trying to pull it off now, but Rodez knows what trouble he'll be in if that happens and starts wailing away on the back of Landon's head, punching him erraticly until the Champion is fended off. Quickly Rodez rolls away and to a neutral corner, trying to re-attach his kneebrace before any further damage can be done. *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Too late. COLE DAMNIT! CHAIRSHOT, RIGHT TO THE KNEE! Collapsing in a fit of pain, Rodez writhes in agony, his kneebrace doing nothing to protect his knee from twisting from the force of the steel chair. Standing over the challenger, a smug grin forms of Maddix's face as he shrugs his shoulders, mouthing to the fans that "it's in the rules". And just to demonstrate the point further... *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...he SMASHES the chair down across the knee three more times, with referee Robinson powerless to stop him! "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* The grin is now a smile from ear to ear, as Landon adjusts his grip on the chair, pointing the top of the steel impliment down...AND JAMMING IT INTO LEON'S KNEE, IN TIME WITH THE CLAPPING!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on, enough is enough! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Rodez is barely moving now, balled up and clutching his knee with groans and moans of pain just about audible over the hostile crowd. Finally Robinson steps in in the name of good taste and tries to get the chair away from Landon, only for Landon to toss the chair aside himself. He's done with it. He's got other ideas. Pulling Rodez agonisingly into the centre of the ring by the ankle, Maddix kicks the inside of the knee! And again! MADDIX WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ...before whipping around and applying the Wrath Of Maddix again!! COLE Right back to the Figure Four! And I don't think that kneebrace is on properly...it could be doing more harm than good right now! The Silky Smooth One is screaming in pain now, hands clutched to his head as his knee is ripped and torn away at by the hold. Referee Robinson is right beside him to check for a submission, as Maddix starts to rock up and down, putting even more downward pressure on the knee. Eventually, with the pain sinking in, Rodez slumps backwards and his shoulders pin to the mat... 1... 2... Rodez sits up, but doing so causes him to roar in pain even more! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE The crowd are trying to rally behind the challenger, but I don't know how much good that's really going to do. COACH None, that's how much. Comfortable in the hold Maddix resorts to some trash-talking now, making the most of it while Leon is still face to face with him. Because he doesn't stay there long, the pain again sapping at his energy levels and leaving him to slump back down to the canvas. A very clear laugh from Landon earns a few boos, but most of the fans are busy encouraging Leon on now, watching on nervously as he begins to fade away...and his shoulders fall to the mat again... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP, but just barely! COLE Rodez is slipping away here! Hid body is in danger of shutting down due to the pain and right now, it might be wise of him just to tapout and live to fight another day much as it pains me to say it. COACH Then don't say it! He's representin' the OAOAST, he'd better not just give up on us! COLE And risk ruining his career!? COACH If he taps out here, he might just ruin his career because Axel might just can his ass. Running on fumes now, Rodez sits up on his elbows and tries to summon some more reserve strength, in tremendous pain as he starts to try and tip over to the side, to reverse the hold. But his body is too weak to even get onto his side now and Maddix just rocks him right back over, pushing up the straight leg, further adding damage to the already damaging hold. With the referee right in his face Rodez looks about ready to give. His hand is hovering and he's seemingly about to tap. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" But suddenly, another wave of chants come and Leon wags the finger at Robinson, ready to try again and escape! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Pushing up onto his hands, Rodez growls as he tries to block out the pain, raising one fist in the air and trying to lever himself over to that side. Having caught a chance to relax, Maddix now starts to wrench at the hold again, trying to stop Leon in his tracks. But Leon is still fighting, still determined, pushing over and getting onto his side... ...tipping... ...turning, and... ...MADDIX PULLS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh no. I think that was Leon's last spurt of energy right out of the window there. Taking no chances, Maddix is putting his all back into the hold now as the chants of the fans are draining away. Rodez is doing the same now, trying to find the heart and the battle for one last attempt, but simply unable to. Slowly he sinks down, referee Robinson's questioning not even getting a 'no' now, as Rodez falls back, pain etched on his face but not a lot else in the way of movement. Robinson checks for any signs of life. And for a moment, Rodez seems to respond. But his shoulders are down and Robinson quickly notices... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE That's it, it's over. COACH What!? Robinson calls for the bell and the crowd sink down just as lifelessly as Leon, as sure enough "The Game" cues up over the sound system. Even Landon looks a little surprised that the match is over. But once Robinson explains what has happened, the 24/7 Champion's only response is to demand his belt. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match and STILL OAOAST 24/7 Champion... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMAAAADDIIIIXXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rodez isn't completely out but he's as good as, as Maddix snatches his title away from Robinson. Strolling over to the fallen OAOAST favourite, he then places a foot over the chest, smiling away as he poses over the fallen hero. COLE Look at this disrespect! Landon Maddix is spitting in the face of the OAOAST right now! He beat one of our own and he beat him to the point where he couldn't defend himself, surely that's enough? And now this. COACH He didn't just beat him Mikey...he pinned him with a figure four. When was the last time you saw that? COLE I can't remember ever seeing it Coach. But I can't remember seeing someone get their knee, their already injured knee, torn apart like that and keep fighting to the point that they simply couldn't continue like we just saw. Leon Rodez didn't tapout, he didn't give up, but he was in that figure four for at least a minute and a half, two minutes even and eventually his body just gave out on him. He couldn't respond to the count and that's why Landon Maddix is still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion. As Maddix exits the ring and poses on the rampway, to another chorus of boos, a small group of trainers and EMTs jog past and enter to check on Rodez, who is still barely conscious. Taking a last glance back into the ring, Maddix flicks the hair from his eyes and smiles. Before then turning around and realising that Megan is probably still scrapping, so turning tail and leaving. COLE Leon looks to be in a bad way here. I just hope this isn't as serious of an injury as the one that he suffered two years ago. COACH Yeah. I'm no big fan of the guy, but you don't wanna see this. The doctors continue to check on Leon, as for reasons of taste and writing two PPV matches on a weekend we cut away to something completely different. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) COLE Coach, we've arrived at the match that tag team wrestling fans have been awaiting for weeks. It's time for the final match of the Tag Team World Cup! Let's send it one more time, over to Tony Schiavone and Jesse "the Body" Ventura! *Camera pans to Tony and Jesse.* TONY Thank you, Michael! Well Jess...it's time. JESSE Yes indeed, Tony Schiavone, it is time! I'm pumped up! We've been awaiting this match for weeks! Ever since this thing started, the controversial decision to award the Canadians the #1 seed has been the hot story on the tag team scene! They've heard it all from American fans, but they've shown their worth thus far! Both of these teams have something to prove here tonight! TONY It has all come down to this, ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna sort all the controversy out! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following match, will be the FINALS of the Tag Team World Cup! There is no time limit. In this match, the best of the US will square off against Canada's finest, to determine which team will receive the trophy, recognizing them as the best tag team in the WORLD!!! *crowd pops, as the camera pans over to a five-foot tall trophy at ringside. A good one, not like the cheap-ass one at WM4.* BUFFER ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Miami, Florida, ARE YOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYY????? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Then for the thousands upon thousands in attendance, and the millions and millions watching around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADYYYYYYYYYYYYY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and the crowd ERUPTS as Team Heyross walks through the curtains, led out by Rick Heyross. BUFFER Coming to the ring at this time, accompanied by their manager, Rick Heyross, and weighing in at a combined weight of 485 pounds! Earlier tonight, this team won a hard-fought battle against the big Lithuanians, and on their way to this show, defeated Hong Kong, China, and Japan, en route to the Asian Regional championship. Representing the United States! First, hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota...CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! *Moss raises his arms in the air, and climbs into the ring.* BUFFER His tag team partner, hailing from Seattle, Washington.. QUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUENTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IINNNNNNNNNNNN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJAMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Benjamin springs in over the top rope, then hops to the second buckle and raises his arms. JESSE This is it, Tony! We're about to find out who is the best tag team in the world! Team Heyross goes to their corner, as Tom Sawyer hits and the Canadians walk through the curtains, greeted with boos. BUFFER And their opponents, the tournament's #1 seed, weighing in at a combined 485 pounds...earlier, victorious over the Jamaicans, and won the American Bracket by defeating Antarctica, Cuba, and Mexico. Representing Canada! Introducing first, from Thunder Bay, Ontario..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR!!!!! Strutter slides into the ring and raises his arms. BUFFER His partner, hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan...KENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Pantera climbs into the ring and waves, then both teams move to the center of the ring. Benjamin bounces up and down as the referee gives the instructions, then both teams retreat to their corners. JESSE No handshakes this time around, this is going to be a heated match! TONY You can feel the electricity in this crowd, they're expecting a classic, as are we. *DING DING DING* JESSE Here we go! TONY It's going to be Felix Strutter and Charlie Moss, starting things off! Strutter reaches in for a leg trip, but Moss scoots out of the way. After a couple circles, Strutter ducks in and takes Moss down with a double leg trip! Moss quickly gets to the ropes, and the hold is broken. JESSE And a nice amateur move to start things off by Felix Strutter! TONY Strutter a great amateur, as is everyone in this matchup, but more known in Canada for his success in relay racing. Pantera is an accomplished powerlifter in addition to his amateur background. JESSE Well, he put that speed on display right there, Moss totally unprepared for that move! That normally doesn't happen with these guys! Moss and Strutter measure each other once again. They tie up, and Moss takes down Strutter with a fireman's carry. Moss grabs a rear waistlock, but Strutter is able to reach the ropes. TONY And Moss, of course, a four-time NCAA champion at Purdue University as a heavyweight. His partner, Quentin Benjamin, was an Oregon Duck, winning four Pac-10 titles and three NCAA titles in the 197-pound class. They met in 2003 at the World Championships, where both were crowned championships of their respective weight classes. Moss breaks clean, and they circle the ring once more. Strutter moves in, and takes down Moss with a single-leg, following up with a step-over toehold. Moss attempts to grab the leg, but Strutter smacks his hands away. Moss manages to spin around on his back, and grab Strutter's leg! Moss attempts to get to his feet, but Strutter catches him in a front facelock, then changes it to a side headlock. Moss pushes Strutter into the ropes, then shoulderchecks him to the mat. Strutter flips over, as Moss goes to the ropes. Moss hops over Strutter, who pops up and does a jumping double spinkick, faking Moss out, then springing right back up and drilling Moss with a dropkick, sending him rolling out to the floor! TONY Tremendous speed and agility by Felix Strutter! Moss takes a count on the floor, then climbs back in and measures Strutter. They tieup, and Moss wrings the arm. Strutter reverses, then backs Moss into the ropes and whips him. Moss ducks a clothesline, and executes a reverse sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! Moss catches a charging Strutter with an armdrag. Moss forces Strutter off the mat, then tags in Quentin Benjamin. TONY First tag of the match, and Quentin Benjamin in now! Benjamin takes over on the arm, wringing it, then barring it. Strutter manages to get loose, and takes Benjamin down with a drop toehold, holding him down long enough to tag in Pantera. JESSE And Strutter wasting no time in making a tag of his own, to Ken Pantera! Pantera and Benjamin look each other up and down, as the crowd begins the chant: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! JESSE And the chants of USA, ringing out once again from the crowd in Miami! They tie up, and Pantera goes behind, then takes Benjamin in the air and down with a rear waistlock. Benjamin quickly reverses to one of his own, but Pantera quickly slips out. Both men slip around in attempt to gain position, before both getting off the mat and backing off. They tie up once again, with Pantera wringing the arm. Pantera backs Benjamin into the ropes and whips him across. Benjamin ducks a clothesline, then attempts a flying bodypress, but Pantera catches him and walks around the ring with him, before delivering a backbreaker. TONY And the power of Pantera coming into play now, Benjamin hurting! Pantera picks up Benjamin, and delivers a gutwrench suplex, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera grabs a side headlock on the mat, and lays back for a pin... 1... 2... ...but Benjamin BRIDGES OUT~! JESSE Whoa! Benjamin catches Pantera with a spinkick, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout with authority! TONY And again, that power being shown! Benjamin charges at Pantera, who goes for a slam, but Benjamin goes behind the back and delivers a German suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! JESSE And they're going for falls early and often! TONY Great suplex that time by Quentin Benjamin! Benjamin runs to the ropes, and goes for an elbowdrop, but Pantera moves, and Benjamin finds nobody home! Pantera quickly tags Strutter, who whips Benjamin into the ropes. Strutter drops down, and Benjamin hops over, then ducks a clothesline, then catches Strutter with a spinning wheel kick! TONY And another great kick, as well! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin follows up with a fisherman's suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin trips up Strutter, then grabs the legs and flips over! 1... 2... Strutter bridges up, and spins around. Benjamin attempts a backdrop, but Strutter lands on his feet! Strutter then drills Benjamin with a bridging TIGER SUPLEX~! 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin lands by his corner, and makes a tag, and Strutter does the same. The crowd cheers in appreciation, but as Moss and Pantera circle the ring, chant once again: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Pantera goes in and wrings the arm, then bars it. Moss goes in and picks up Pantera, slamming him to the mat...but Pantera rolls through and keeps the armbar! JESSE Wow, did you see that, Schiavone? Pantera absorbed that bodyslam, rolled through, and maintained his hold on the arm of Charlie Moss! Pantera then switches to a reverse half nelson, and forces Moss to the mat... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Moss works his way up to his feet, then backs Pantera into the ropes. He whips Pantera across, and after Pantera ducks a clothesline, drives a knee into the midsection! TONY Well-placed knee by Moss there, Pantera may have the wind knocked out of him! Moss picks up Pantera, and delivers a vertical suplex! Moss then goes into the ropes, and attempts a kneedrop, but Pantera rolls out of the way! He then grabs the arm once again. JESSE Nobody home, and right back to the arm goes Ken Pantera! Smart on his part! Pantera then picks Moss up overhead for a PRESS SLAM~!, but Moss struggles and drops back to the mat, then shoves Pantera into the ropes from behind, catching him on the way back with a SUPERKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Moss picks up Pantera, and delivers a DDT! Moss then signals for the end! JESSE Could be time for the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! The crowd goes crazy as Moss grabs the legs and starts to turn him over, but Pantera senses what's going on, and quickly gets to the ropes. Moss pulls him out, then drives an elbow into the sternum. Moss then picks up Pantera and delivers a back suplex, and goes to the second rope. Moss jumps off, but Pantera gets a foot up! Moss goes to the mat holding his jaw, as Pantera tags out to Strutter! TONY Tag made and Felix Strutter in there! Strutter goes to the top rope, waiting for Moss to get to his feet...and comes off with a HURRICANRANA, flipping back and hooking the legs for a pin! 1... 2... NO! Moss kicks out! JESSE WOW, was that close! What a move off that top rope by Felix Strutter! Strutter follows up with a Northern Lights suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! Strutter then picks up Moss near the ropes, and sets up a double-arm DDT! However, Moss blocks, then slips loose, and delivers an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR~! TONY OH MY GOODNESS! JESSE Wow, Strutter sent all the way to the floor with that suplex! Moss catches his breath, then goes to the outside and tosses Strutter back in. Moss rolls in behind and tags in Benjamin, who goes to the top rope...and comes off with a BULLDOG~! TONY That could do it right there! 1... 2... NO!!! Strutter gets the shoulder up! Benjamin picks up Strutter, then whips him into the ropes, and catches him with a belly-to-belly overhead! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! JESSE Right on the back of his head on that move! Benjamin whips Strutter into the ropes, and attempts a dropkick, but Strutter hooks the ropes, and Benjamin crashes into the mat! TONY And Benjamin knows how that feels now! Pantera tags in, and lifts Benjamin in the air, slamming him down with a PRESS SLAM~! Pantera tags in Strutter once again, and Strutter double-underhooks Benjamin, then lifts him, and plants him with the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!!111 TONY Strutter with the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Benjamin gets his foot on the rope! Strutter whips Benjamin into the ropes, and attempts a tilt-a-whirl, but Benjamin lands on his feet, then scoops up Strutter and plants him with a TOMBSTONE~! JESSE Whoa, tombstone piledriver! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! Benjamin slowly rolls over and tags Moss, who shakes the cobwebs out of Benjamin. Moss then goes to the ropes, as Benjamin assists him in the DOUBLE GOOZLE~! TONY And the DOUBLE GOOZLE~! by America's team! Pantera charges in to attack Benjamin as Moss covers, with no referee. Benjamin rolls out, as the referee forces Pantera out. Moss hops up and knocks Pantera through the ropes from behind, then starts to apply the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! JESSE Here it comes! This'll be it, right here! However, Strutter gets one foot free, using it to trip Moss forward, then swing around and apply the STF~!!! TONY OH MY GOD, what a counter! JESSE He countered it, I can't believe it! TONY And it's right in the middle of the ring! Strutter screams as he cranks back, with Moss having no success trying to move to the ropes. Finally, Benjamin rolls in and breaks up the hold. Pantera sneaks in and applies the FULL NELSON~!!! to Moss! JESSE Full nelson! TONY The primary submission move of Ken Pantera, but he's not the legal man! It's still Charlie Moss and Felix Strutter! Moss fades fast, but Benjamin saves with a superkick to the back of the head of Pantera! Pantera goes down, and Benjamin steps out in time for Moss to tag him right back in. Moss then picks up Strutter on his shoulders, as the crowd goes CRAZY~! JESSE Here it is! This will do it for sure if it connects! However, as Benjamin leaps, Strutter rolls forward for a victory roll, and Benjamin goes flying over! The referee breaks the hold up, as Moss is not the legal man. TONY It's mayhem in there right now! JESSE Look at this! Rick Heyross has gotten onto the apron and begun arguing with the referee! Strutter dropkicks Moss to the floor, then, as Benjamin staggers to his feet, Pantera SHOVES HIM INTO HEYROSS! JESSE Whoa! TONY And a collision on the apron! Pantera sends a foot to the gut of Benjamin, and Strutter joins him, as they execute the PENALTY BOX~!!!111 Strutter then goes to the top rope, gains his balance...and comes off with the SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP~!!!111 Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* TONY A THREE COUNT! The Canadians have won it! The crowd delivers a mixed reaction of mostly boos, as the referee raises the hands of the Canadians. JESSE I wouldn't have believed it, Tony! TONY Let's get the official word! BUFFER The winners of the match...and the CHAMPIONS of the Tag Team World Cup... TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA AAAAMMMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Fireworks go off in the arena, and red-and-white confetti comes down from the ceiling, as Rick Heyross is halfway to the dressing room. Quentin Benjamin is seen yelling something to Heyross as he follows him down the aisle, along with Charlie Moss. The crowd cheers as they walk back down the aisle, and start the chant up once again for them. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Meanwhile, the trophy presentation is being set up in the ring, as Strutter and Pantera drape themselves in Canadian flags. TONY Well, a tremendous tag team match, Team Heyross was at their absolute best, but in the end, the Canadian team certainly proved that the tournament committee made the right choice making them the #1 seed. Right now, let's go up to "Mean" Gene Okerlund for the trophy presentation! OKERLUND (in ring) All right, thank you, Tony Schiavone! A tremendous tag team tournament has come to a close, 32 teams began, and now, one remains! Congratulations to Ken Pantera and Felix Strutter, Team Canada, you are the best tag team in the WORLD! *Most of the crowd is booing, as Felix Strutter is handed the mic.* STRUTTER Thanks, Mean Gene. We knew all along we'd be standing here right now, but we wanted to prove it to everyone else in the world. No one thought we'd beat the American team, thought they should have had our spot, but we proved them all wrong. Now everyone knows who is the best team in the world. *crowd boos* PANTERA That's right, Felix. Adversity has always brought the best out of us, and we've dealt with more of it over the last month than any two wrestlers in the world. And this is the end result...everyone may as well get used to it. *crowd boos once again, as Pantera and Strutter grab the trophy and raise it in the air.* OKERLUND Well, they've said it all, folks. As another wave of confetti comes down from the ceiling, that's it from me, let's go back down to Tony! TONY Thank you, Gene...what lies ahead for these two teams, Jess? JESSE Well, Tony, obviously the Canadian team has gained the attention of the OAOAST brass, those guys in the front offices are going to make a hard push for them. I think the turning point in this match was when Rick Heyross jumped onto the apron, and Quentin Benjamin collided with him. That match could have gone either way up to that point. TONY And as we saw, Quentin Benjamin extremely upset after the match. JESSE But you still have to give the Canadians credit, of course, they matched Team Heyross hold-for-hold throughout this whole match, but as is usually the case, one miscalculation led to the end. TONY It was an excellent tournament, congratulations once again to Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera, the winners of the Tag Team World Cup! For Jesse "the Body" Ventura and "Mean" Gene Okerlund, I'm Tony Schiavone! Let's go back to Sofa Central for a preview of our next match. Edited August 27, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 COLE Fans, this is IT. Right now, we are mere moments away from the most anticipated grudge match in OAOAST history. This match...this FIGHT, is not about a title. Not about former partners colliding, not about a matter of respect, because there is none of that involved in this war. This is the culmination of a series of events which led to Zack Malibu having to watch his girlfriend Candie, and his baby daughter Jenna put in harm's way, as Bruce Blank and The Wildcards, men who were brought into the OAOAST BY Zack Malibu, confronted them and made them a part of their vendetta against Zack. COACH Like you said, it was all three Wildcards who broke into Zack and Candie's home, intimidating Malibu's girlfriend and daughter...however Bruce Blank has always led the charge, and has proudly taken full responsibility for being the one behind the mental anguish Zack Malibu has gone through. COLE Mental anguish is putting it lightly, as certain incidents transpired since that sick scene at the Malibu house that should have never taken place inside an OAOAST ring...events that nearly led to a forced retirement from Malibu, until the company namesake himself, Anglesault, made a return and pretty much promised to shut the company down and pull his affiliation from it if Malibu wasn't immediately reinsated! Anglesault then cornered the company into booking this match, because for the first time in months, Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank will stand inside the same ring, needing no regard for rules. The referee is here tonight simply to count to three and nothing more, because this is going to be brutal, and completely within reason when it comes to the pain Zack Malibu wishes to inflict on Bruce Blank. COACH It ain't gonna be pretty, Cole. We're not gonna see any collar and elbow tie ups, headlocks, or even that many pin attempts. We're going to see PUNISHMENT, pure and simple. Chairs, chains, tables, whatever they may find to use as a weapon is fair game. *DING! DING! DING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest has been deemed NO RULES NECESSARY by the OAOAST! The fans roar for the announcement, and are immediately deflated by the opening sounds of THIS SONG, the anthem for a man with an insatiable taste for blood. BUFFER Introducing first, as he comes down the aisle...hailing from Mobile, Alabama. Weighing in at two hundred, ninety five pounds, he is known the world over as the King of Hardcore, and is the leader of The Wildcards...BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! Bruce snickers as he twirls his barbed wire baseball bat, happily anticipating the chance to kill the legend of Zack Malibu once and for all tonight. While deep down he knows it may not be that easy, you'd never known it from his demeanor, as he cackles while he walks by the fans who hate him so. COLE Yuck it up now, Bruce...you won't be laughing soon! Blank steps up onto the apron, and then over the top rope, swaggering across the ring. You'd never think this was a man about to head into a war with the person who hates him most on this earth...one who actually pulled a gun on him on national television...but no matter what Bruce may be thinking, it doesn't let it show on the outside. The jeering continues as Blank strolls across the ring, clutching his barbed wire bat, as the lights drop for the introduction of his opponent. Several moments go by before anything is heard over the PA system, and once something is played, it's not the expected "Getting Away With Murder". Instead, SOMETHING NEW begins playing, along with a new Angletron video for the OAOAST's favorite son. COLE HERE HE COMES, COACH! COACH ZACK IS BACK, BABY! As his new theme song plays, Zack Malibu, clad in "fight clothes" of black boots, jeans, and taped fists, appears on the entrance ramp, drawing a HYOOGE pop in the process! Not wasting any time in getting to the ring, Malibu powerwalks down the ramp and hops up on the apron, stepping into the ring and pushing Michael Buffer aside before he can make Malibu's introduction! Referee Nick Patrick begs Malibu to hold on a second, at least so the bell can be rung...and the cocky Blank puts his bat aside, then waves Malibu on in a taunting fashion, almost daring him to come at him! After weeks of being kept apart, and months of surviving both mental and physical torture, the bell sounds, marking the first time that Zack Malibu has officially, legally, been able to get his hands on Bruce Blank since the rough and tumble redneck crossed the line by involving Malibu's family in their war. As soon as the bell sounds, Malibu knocks Patrick aside and rushes Bruce, hooking him around the waist and driving him backwards into the corner! With Blank caught in the corner, Malibu stands up and immediately rakes Blank's eyes, taking away his vision even for just a second or two to keep him off guard! Blank puts his hands up, trying to defend himself as he's blinded, but Malibu breaks through the defense and goes for the right eye of Blank, pushing his thumbs into the light socket of the hardcore superstar! COLE He's trying to gouge his eye out! COACH I suppose it'd be too cliche to make an "eye for an eye" joke here, right? Blank actually howls out loud as Malibu tears at his eye, then pulls Blank's head close to him and starts biting the skin above the eye, driving his teeth sharply into his skin! COLE He's biting him now! COACH Mikey Cole, this is not the Zack Malibu we're used to! COLE We knew that going into this. We knew Zack Malibu would be out for blood. We knew this wouldn't be a mat classic. Zack Malibu is simply looking to dismantle the man who accosted his family! Blank again screams, agonozing as Malibu tears at the skin above his eye, pulling away from the prep before he loses his eye to the bloodthirsty superstar. Just moments into the match, Bruce is a grim visual, as a gash over his eye from the bite wound is oozing blood, caking up over his eye and affecting his vision. Bruce tries to wipe the blood away so that it doesn't affect him, but Malibu continues to be relentless, charging over and hitting a running kick to Bruce's midsection that doubles him over in agony! COACH I don't care HOW hardcore you are, that hurts EVERYBODY! Blank winces as Malibu takes him by the head, taking him to the corner and slamming his face into the turnbuckle before dragging his head across the top rope, using the friction to create rope burn on Bruce's forehead! Blank groans again, in obvious discomfort, as Malibu pulls him away from the ropes. Malibu again tears at the eye, but this time Blank puts up a defense, shoving Zack away from him. Malibu doesn't stop, and comes right back at Blank, but as he reaches in, he gets piefaced by the hardcore monster, who then reaches out and grabs Malibu by the throat! Blank squeezes with both hands as Malibu gags and gasps, flailing as he's hoisted off his feet and held in the air by his throat! COLE Bruce Blank is choking the life out of Zack Malibu! Blank, already bloodied, looks up at Zack and slyly grins, then tosses Malibu down hard, into the corner. He then charges in, but Zack swings out of the way just in time, and Blank crashes shoulder first into the steel ringpost! Blank inches out of the corner, keeled over and bracing himself against the middle rope, when Malibu gets a running start and delivers a hard kick to the side of his head, knocking Blank through the ropes, sending him bouncing off the apron and out to the floor below! COLE You knew it was only a matter of time before this match spilled outside, Coach. COACH They're spilling outside, there's blood spilling everywhere...spill spill spill! Groggy and bloody, Blank staggers to his feet, stumbling backwards and leaning against the guardrail. Staying on his foe, Malibu runs the ropes inside the ring, and then goes airborne, diving over the ropes with a no hands plancha and crashing down onto Blank... *KER-ACK!* ...and driving into him so hard that his back snaps against the metallic railing! COLE Coach, did you see that!? COACH That plancha just bent his back over the guardrail! Both men fall to the floor after impact, but Malibu gathers himself and pulls himself up right away, and immediately starts stomping the wounded animal known as Bruce Blank. As he does this, ringside fans voluntarily stand up, hoisting their chairs up in their hands and offering their services to Zack Malibu, as there isn't one person in this arena tonight who isn't supporting Zack's mission of justice. Zack grabs one of the chairs and holds it by both legs, cocking it back before bringing it around and slamming it against the small of Blank's back as he stands up! Bruce drops to one knee, holding onto the railing for support, and Zack comes again with the chair, bringing it over his head and down onto the top of Bruce's, delivering a gunshot like chair shot that lays Bruce out cold on the floor! Malibu slowly walks and stands over Bruce as the crowd roars in approval of Zack's vengeance, and cheers even louder when he stands over Bruce, driving the edge of the chair down into his throat! COLE Listen to the fans! COACH They're bloodthirsty here tonight! COLE I wouldn't say that, Coach, but they're just like you and I...and everyone else who saw the torture Zack Malibu has been put through. This is Bruce Blank's day of reckoning, and if there is ANYONE who deserves exactly what he is getting right now, it's that man down on the ground, having the life choked out of him! Referee Nick Patrick, who has been assigned to this match to simply count to three and nothing more, watches on along with the packed arena, as Blank struggles to push the chair up off of his windpipe. Eventually, Malibu discards the chair and drops to his knees, pinning them down on Blank's shoulders, and digs his fingers into the open wound over Blank's eye, trying to stretch the cut and get more blood pouring out so that Blank's vision is hampered! Blank squeals like a pig, the more focus put on the cut the more he's affected, but his power finally comes into play and he shoves Malibu off of him, trying to get to his feet and gain a decisive advantage against the vigilante like Malibu. Blank rolls over and starts to push up, but Malibu is right on him, grabbing him by the head again and looking to exploit the cut once again, not losing focus, but Blank reaches up and grabs Malibu by the head, pushing him backwards and slamming the back of his head against the steel ringpost! Malibu's arms drop by his side as he absorbs the shot, but now it's Blank's turn to act relentlessly, as he pulls Malibu back up to a vertical base, and then SLAMS the back of his head against the ringpost again! Malibu slumps down, as Blank steps back a bit, then reaches down into his boot. When he brings his hand up, he raises it in the air, showing the viewing audience that he's brandishing a metal spike that he had concealed in his boot! COLE Look at this! What's he gonna do with that? He's sick! SICK! COACH There's no rules, Cole! We wanted Malibu to be able to get back at Blank without any regard for rules and regulations, but it's coming back at him in a bad way right now! Blank drags Malibu up, and while holding his head in one hand, starts to dig the spike into the forehead of the former World Heavyweight Champion! Malibu screams, and the fans gasp in horror, as Blank takes the sharp object and rakes it across Malibu's forehead, opening a wound on him and allowing the blood to flow over him! Blank then pulls Malibu close, and now it's his turn to tear at the wound, as the sadistic redneck starts biting and tearing at the cut before driving a knee into Malibu's midsection...and another...and then hurls Malibu into the ring steps, knocking them loose from their perch! Zack rolls around ringside, trying to suck it up and get back on his feet, not wanting Blank to gain the advantage...but Blank is stalking him with the spike in his hand, like a horror movie villain going in for the kill! As Malibu crawls across ringside, Blank comes and stomps the back of his head, then reaches down and brings him up to his feet, just so he can slam his back hard against the apron! Malibu slumps again, but Blank stops him from dropping to the floor by again trying to drive the spike into him...this time into his eye! COLE What was that you said earlier, Coach? COACH An eye for an eye! Blank pushes, but Malibu grips the wrist of his opponent, desperately trying to push the spike away from his eye. Weakened, Malibu struggles, as the sharp point of Blank's weapon of choice is coming dangerously close to being driven into Malibu's eyeball...but a well placed low kick helps Zack in deflecting it! Blank reels, and Malibu takes his head and slams it down into the apron not just once, but repeatedly, stunning Blank and causing him again to drop to a knee. Malibu backs off and now undoes the belt from around his jeans, then takes it and wraps it around the throat of Bruce Blank, choking the life out of him! COLE Look at this! He's choking him with his belt! Blank staggers, trying to break free, and then uses his height and weight advantage to push up onto the apron and slide in under the bottom rope, all while Malibu is basically dragged as he hangs on, trying to suffocate Blank! Bruce comes up on both knees, then just one, and finally pushes himself to his feet, falling backwards half purposely, have wearily, and crushing Zack in the corner! COLE Blank has gotten Zack off his back now... COACH Literally! COLE ...right, Coach. Blank staggers away, quickly wiping the blood from his forehead and flicking it away before turning around and charging the corner, blasting Zack Malibu with a running corner clothesline that drops him down to a seated position! Bruce then lifts his leg, driving the heel of his cowboy boot into Zack's throat, choking him against the turnbuckles! Blank then yanks Malibu to his feet and sends him across the ring, into the opposite corner, and Malibu hits so hard that he falls forward, face first to the canvas! Blank snickers as he watches Malibu slowly pushing himself up off the canvas, but when he stands him up, Malibu quickly grabs onto a place that no man wants another man to grab onto, forcing Blank into agony by trapping him in a testicular claw! COACH Aw man, this is hurting ME! I'm squirming in my seat, Cole! Blank's jaw drops, as he moans in pain, while Malibu stands up, using his free hand to jab a finger into the open wound over Blank's eye and tear at the cut! It's double trouble for Blank, who can't fight off both tactics, both of which are hurting him immensely! Ultimately, Malibu releases on his own will, charging the ropes and nailing Blank hard with a spinning wheel kick as he comes off, taking the towering superstar off of his feet! Instantly, Malibu rolls atop Blank and mounts the shoulders, bracing his head in one hand as he pummels the superstar with repeated blows to the temple, once again simply looking to stretch that cut and drain him of more blood. Malibu, his face bloodied as it is, is the picture of rage as he wails on Blank, finally standing above him and wiping the blood of his foe on his jeans before spitting down into Bruce's face! Zack then backs off and turns to the corner, pausing for a moment as he notices Bruce's trusty barbed wire baseball bat just sitting there, waiting to be put to use. COLE We've seen that look in Malibu's eyes before, and we know exactly what he's thinking! COACH That same weapon, that barbed wire bat...it's the same weapon that put Zack Malibu on the shelf. It's the same weapon that Bruce Blank has used to cause so much pain and turmoil ever since setting foot in our company! COLE And right now, it's in the hands of a man with absolutely NOTHING TO LOSE! Malibu grabs the weapon and turns around, watching as Blank again shows his high tolerance for pain by battling to his feet...and Malibu comes out swinging, cracking him in the upper thigh with a hard barbed wire bat shot! Blank falls immediately to one knee, and tries to get back up, only to be blasted again just above the knee with another shot! COLE Malibu's trying to cut his legs out from under him! The height and weight advantage is all Blank has tonight, because Malibu will go through...he HAS gone through hell, and will not give Bruce the psychological edge! COACH Blank always has fear and intimidation on his side, but not tonight. Zack Malibu is fearless, and quite frankly, careless. He doesn't want to win, he wants to MAIM that man for what he did to his girlfriend and his baby daughter! Blank again falls to one knee, favoring his leg, as Malibu cocks the bat back again and swings...and Blank throws up his arm just in time, catching the shot on his forearm rather than across the head! Blank quickly reaches out and grabs the fat end of the bat, his unprotected hand clenching the barbed wire and beginning to bleed, as he yanks his weapon of destruction away from Zack, pulling Malibu towards him in the process and drilling him with a short clothesline! Malibu lands on the mat, dazed from the blow, while Blank clenches the bat in his hand and brings it down...just barely missing Malibu, who is able to roll out of the way! Blank lifts the bat up over his head again, bringing it down towards Zack...but Malibu rolls himself backwards and to his feet, avoiding another shot with the devestating object...AND DRILLS BRUCE BLANK WITH A FLASH SCHOOL'S OUT, DROPPING HIM LIKE A GUNSHOT! COLE SCHOOL'S OUT! HE NAILED HIM WITH THAT! COACH That was out of nowhere, but it was all Zack needed! Blank, with the bat still stuck in his grasp, is flat on his back, and Malibu falls on top of him, going for the first pinfall since this contest even started! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH WHAT!? COLE He kicked...Bruce Blank KICKED OUT of a School's Out!? After all that, he's still got something left in him!? Zack looks up, obviously disappointed that he wasn't able to put Blank away, not giving any regard to Blank's tolerance for pain. Malibu stands up, contemplating his next move momentarily before prying the barbed wire bat from Bruce's hands, and yanking on the sadistic Southerner Boy's hair to bring him up to his feet...and then drills him with a bat shot to the ribs! Malibu rips the bat away, tearing pieces of Blank's shirt as he does so, as Blank drops to both knees. Malibu then takes the bat long ways and stands behind Bruce, pressing it against his forehead, which jabs the sharp points of the wire into Bruce's skin! Malibu then begins raking the bat to the side, opening new wounds on Bruce's forehead as the bastard has to endure getting a taste of his own medicine! Malibu then tosses the bat aside, and jams his fingers in Bruce's mouth, pulling back on his cheeks while pressing his thumbs into open forehead wounds, tearing away like a savage animal! COLE He's trying to tear his face off! Blank grabs Zack's wrist, desperately trying to pry his hands away. He finally succeeds, as he stands up on both feet, and sends Malibu careening into the ropes, driling him with a hard boot across the head as he rebounds! Blank then simply falls down onto Malibu with a hard elbow drop, then takes him by the head and slams the back of it into the canvas repeatedly before pulling him to his feet. Blank braces Malibu for a moment and then reaches down, grabbing him by the waist of his jeans, and runs with him, hurling him through the ropes to the outside so hard that Malibu bounces off the front of the announcers table! COACH He just tossed Zack like he was nothing! COLE To Bruce Blank, Zack Malibu IS nothing, Coach, and that's what he's looking to prove here tonight! Blank stares at the fallen superstar, then turns back to retrieve his weapon of choice, staring out into the eyes of the fans who hate him so. Through the blood and sweat that drench his face, he looks back to the outside, stepping through the ropes while holding his barbed wire baseball bat, moving to the floor to stalk Zack Malibu! COLE They are right out here in front of us, and that's not something I'm comfortable with! COACH Me neith... *CRASH~!* Before Coach can utter those two simple words, his worst nightmare comes true, as Malibu dodges a shot with the bat that smashes across the Sofa Central announce table! COACH YO~! COLE Oh no no no, please don't let me have to put my health benefits to use tonight! Malibu stumbles as he pushes himself to his feet, and motions for a fan to throw him a chair again, grabbing it just in time to turn and use it as a shield for the next shot that Blank takes at him! The bat clangs against the metal chair, and when Bruce pulls back for another shot, Malibu takes one with the chair, but whiffs, narrowly missing Blank. Bruce then swings the bat down with one hand, knocking the chair from out of Malibu's grip, then waylays Zack in the side of the ribcage with the bat, causing the wire to stick into it! COACH Oh...ohhhhh man. Malibu's legs weaken, but he's struggling to stand as Blank pulls the bat away. Zack lunges with a wild haymaker punch, but Blank easily avoids it, and then winds up and lands a hard shot with the bat to the rib cage, doubling Zack over and dropping him to the floor! COLE He's beating him with that damn bat of his! Once again, Malibu struggles to stand, and does so...but winds up taking ANOTHER hard shot to the ribs with the bat, leaving his stomach area a bloody mess, and causing him to cough blood up out of his mouth! COLE He's smashing him from the inside out! COACH And it's perfectly legal! Malibu AGAIN pushes up, nearly falling over until he catches himself on the apron...but Blank lets out a war cry and charges, holding the bat longways and drilling Zack across the forehead with it, bowling him over once again! COLE Zack is...he's bleeding pretty badly, Coach. He doesn't look good at all! COACH Mercy kill this thing, then! COLE Sorry to say Coach, but that word doesn't exist amongst these two men. Bloody Blank snickers and chuckles as he stands over Malibu, who lay in a heap of his own spit, sweat, and plasma...but then slowly rolls over and starts pushing himself up off the ground again, drawing a loud ovation from the sold out and highly surprised crowd! COLE HE'S GETTING BACK UP! Malibu pushes up once again, but this time Blank drives a hard knee into his gut, and then swings behind him, trying to pull the bat down over his head, and choke him out with the wire covered weapon! COLE HE'S TRYING TO CHOKE HIM! COACH HE'LL TEAR HIS THROAT OPEN! Malibu, just like Blank earlier, uses his bare hands to grip the long end of the bat, not caring about the cuts that open up on his hands, as he's trying to prevent something much more serious from happening. Blank forces it down, but Malibu, with his last bit of energy, pushes the bat up back over his head, and then turns in towards Blank, driving repeated elbows into his midsection before staggering back to give himself room, and then opens fire with another School's Out...THAT BLANK CATCHES! Throwing Malibu's leg down, Blank then rushes in with ANOTHER hard bat shot to the ribs, and then another one right between the shoulder blades, causing Malibu to crumble to the floor! COLE DAMMIT YOU SICK BASTARD, DAMN YOU TO HELL! COACH Zack... Blank drops to his knees, and pulls Malibu's head up, the cameras catching the grisly visual of Zack, with his eyes squinted shut, drenched in blood. Blank wipes his hand across Malibu's forehead, staining his own hand with some of Zack's blood, and LICKS IT, before spitting it back in Malibu's face and dropping him down again! COACH Jesus, this guy...when is enough enough for him!? Blank stands up, and walks over to the announce team, pounding the bat on the desk to cause Cole and Coach to jump, and starts taunting them about "ruining their heros return!" COLE You're sick, you know that? Get away from me, get the hell out of here! Cole and Coach ward Blank off, not noticing that Malibu, once again, is forcing himself to get up, and not be beaten down by Bruce Blank. Clutching his ribs, Malibu hobbles, and spins Blank around, stunning him with a hard right hand that sends the crowd into a frenzy! He takes Blank's head and slams it into the announce desk, then reaches down and pulls one of wires up from the floor, wrapping it around Bruce's neck and yanking back on it! COLE GET HIM, ZACK! GET HIM! Blank drops the bat now, trying to use his hands to pry the wire away from his throat, as Malibu looks downright evil as he tries to cut off the air going into the body of the big redneck! Blank uses his large legs to push back, knocking Malibu back with him and smashing his back into the hard edge of the ring apron, causing a break! Blank falls forward, catching himself on the announce desk, as Malibu cringes from being rammed into the ring. He comes over again and reaches out for Blank, but as soon as Bruce feels him, he spins around, grabbing one of the small monitors off the announce desk as he does... *WHAM~!* ...AND HE BLASTS ZACK MALIBU ACROSS THE HEAD WITH IT! COACH GOD DAMN IT! Malibu is laid out flat on the ground, and now Bruce grabs the chair that Malibu attempted to use earlier, and simply opens up, bringing the chair down across Zack's body numerous times in a bloody rage! Shot after shot after shot hit Malibu as he lay defenseless, trying to push himself up on all fours to no avail! COLE Stay DOWN, Zack! STAY DOWN! COACH He can't, Cole! He can't do it, not because of himself, but because he has to make things right for his family! COLE IF HE DOESN'T STAY DOWN, HIS FAMILY WON'T HAVE HIM TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT FOR THEM ANYMORE! The more Blank attacks, the more Zack tries, growing weaker and weaker as he absorbs every blow. Nick Patrick looks on in horror, wondering what he did to have pulled this assignment, because there is nothing he can do as the proud father of a newborn baby girl, a man respected by his peers and fans the world over, is being brutalized by a man who went further over the line than anyone before him. COLE Don't try to get up, Zack. Please, just let him end this! Cole and Coach plead with Zack to let this be done and over with, but Malibu can't hear them. Nor can he hear the fans, all trying to encourage him, hoping that one last bit of adrenaline comes. He can't hear anything, except for the loud clangs of the steel chair, as they make impact against his body. Even they start to fade, growing softer and softer and softer, until Zack Malibu lay motionless, and Bruce Blank finally stops. COLE You've beaten him! You've beaten him, you bastard, now end it already! Bruce Blank stops, and hurls the chair behind him, nearly clipping Nick Patrick in the process. He looks down at Zack Malibu, who is out cold on the pavement, having been victimized far too much and lost too much blood. Blank turns and motions for Patrick to come over, while he kicks at the limp body of Malibu, turning him over with his foot. Blank drops to his knees, and then lays across the chest of Malibu, while a reluctant Nick Patrick does the one thing he was hired to do tonight. ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING! DING! DING!* "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" begins to play, as Bruce Blank pushes up off of Zack Malibu, and spits on him again, showing total disrespect in the face of victory. Blank stands up as the crowd opens up with feverish boos, the loudest Blank has probably ever seen. COLE I hope you're happy, Bruce Blank. I hope you're...damn it! Michael Cole throws down his headset in disgust, while Coach remains silent. Walking with a slight limp, and completely worn down, Blank reaches down and picks up his barbed wire baseball bat, and begins to head to the back, while Michael Buffer has to make the announcement that nobody wants to hear. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...BRUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAANK! Blank doesn't even smile about the announcement of victory, as he appears to be more intent on washing the blood off of him, and getting hits cuts stitched up. For Bruce Blank, the physical scars are nothing more than trophies, something he wears proudly. The mental scars, however, run deeper for his opponent. A man who came back tonight not simply for vengeance, but for justice. A man who came back for the honor of his family. A man who did all he could, even surpassing the limits everyone had set for him in their minds. A man who failed. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 27, 2006 (edited) Thursday night on HeldDOWN~!, Angleslam fallout that may or may not be radioactive. Also the in-ring return of "The Billion Dollar Heir" Theodore Moneymaker, plus much much more! Thursday night at 9/8c Only on TSM The crowd goes CRAZY as the graphic appears on the screen. COLE And it's time for the main event of the night! COACH Oh, man...it's go time, baby! Time for Drek Stone to return to his rightful place atop the OAOAST! COLE We'll find out! Let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening! Tonight, a dream encounter, between two of the OAOAST's most decorated and colorful figures of all-time, for the Heavyweight championship of the WORLD! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Miami, Florida...ARRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYYOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAD YYYYYYYYYYYYY????? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here in Miami, and the millions and millions watching around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *fireworks go off in the arena as the crowd cheers, then Woke up This Morning hits and Drek Stone strides out into a sea of boos.* COACH This is it, Cole! BUFFER Making his way down the aisle, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds! He is arguably the most controversial figure in OAOAST history! And tonight, after nearly a year and a half, he looks to reclaim his spot atop the mountain. Ladies and gentlemen, the challenger, himself a FORMER Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRLD..."RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRECKLESSSSSSSSSSSS" DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREK SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE EEE!!!!! COLE Drek Stone, who lost the OAOAST World title nearly 17 months ago at AngleMania IV. This is his first shot at the belt since that event! COACH And the ironic part is that he lost the belt to Axel, who then lost it to Hoff! And those three are very close associates now! Drek slowly walks to the ring, and climbs in, giving shit to various fans. He pounds his chest, and fireworks explode from all four corners. He then raises his arms in the air, as the music dies down, and Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg makes his way to the ring, getting a loud ovation. BUFFER His opponent...weighing in at 240 pounds...he is the defending TWO-TIME Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...ALFDOGG! Alf makes his way to the ring, and climbs in and poses on the buckles. He then hops down, and hands his belt to the referee, then meets Drek in mid-ring as the referee explains the rules. COACH Alf, you've just taken that belt off for the last time! The referee holds the belt up, then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* The fans cheer for a few seconds, then take in the staredown. COLE Alf's really been looking forward to this, after some of the heinous acts pulled by Drek Stone over the last few weeks! Alf and Drek spend a few seconds talking trash to each other, then back off and circle the ring. Camera flashes go off as the two tie up, and Drek backs Alf into a corner. The referee counts for a break, and Drek releases, then shoves Alf in the chest. COACH That's it, let him know who the man is! They go in for another tieup, and Drek takes Alf down with a fireman's carry! However, Alf reaches up with the legs and grabs Drek in a headscissors! Drek struggles for a few seconds, then kips up to escape! Drek walks around the ring arrogantly as the crowd boos. Alf gets up, and a third tie-up is made, with Alf going behind, and taking Drek up, then down to the mat with a rear waistlock. Alf rides Drek for a bit, then Drek gets to his feet and switches! COLE And a nice standing switch by Drek, as he's looked sharp early on! Drek hangs on to Alf, as Alf walks around the ring, then moves towards the ropes and takes Drek through the middle to the floor! COLE But a nice escape by Alf! Drek smacks the ground in anger (~!), as Alf motions for him to come back into the ring. Drek gets up and slides back in the ring, then moves the referee aside and smacks Alf right in the face! COLE And tempers flaring already! Alf backs Drek into a corner, and Drek ducks through the ropes as the referee backs Alf off. The referee turns and admonishes Drek, then Drek ties up with Alf again. He wrings Alf's arm, but Alf quickly reverses. Drek drops down and takes Alf to the mat with a drop toehold! Drek then hops forward and grabs a side headlock. However, as he forces Alf down to the mat, Alf manages to slip free and chicken wing his arm on the mat! COACH Well, they're keeping it clean early on, Cole, but I don't think it'll last long. COLE I don't think so, either. Alf lets Drek up, and backs him into the ropes. Drek reverses an Irish whip, and ducks down, allowing Alf to execute a sunset flip! 1... 2.. Kickout! Drek charges Alf, and is taken over in an armdrag! COLE And Alf looking like the better technician early on! COACH And the last part of that sentence is the key, Cole, early on! Drek gets to his feet, and delivers an elbow to the side of Alf's face! He then goes to the ropes, and takes Alf down with a shouldercheck. Alf flips over as Drek goes to the ropes, then gets up and leapfrogs Drek, before dropping down and catching him with a monkey flip! Alf then gets up, measures Drek, and clotheslines him to the floor! COLE And Alf taking the early advantage in the main event of AngleSlam! Drek takes a seven-count, then climbs back into the ring. He comes back and shoves Alf once again, then Alf pays him back with a slap in the face of his own! COLE Alf returning the favor from earlier in the match! Alf then rolls up Drek from behind... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf immediately grabs Drek's arm and bars it. COACH And you notice Alf still keeping it wrestling here, despite Drek's antics, and I think he's being smart. Normally I'd have a hard time betting against Alf in a fight, but I don't think he wants a fight with Drek Stone! Drek gets to his feet and back Alf into the ropes. He pushes Alf off, and Alf ducks a clothesline. Drek drops down, then hops up, backs into the ropes, and catches Alf with a high knee! COLE And a great flying knee from Drek Stone! Drek gets up slowly and stomps away at Alf, stomping him all the way to the side of the ring until he falls off the apron. Drek follows him out, and delivers some more stomps, before picking up Alf and ramming his back into the STEEL~! post! COACH And is Drek dangerous on that floor! Drek rolls Alf back inside, then picks him up and drills him with a backbreaker! He then rolls Alf over, and applies a Camel Clutch! COLE Submission hold applied by Drek Stone! Drek wrenches back as Alf tells the referee no. Drek the pulls the hair and talks trash to Alf as the referee admonishes him. Drek pulls back, then pulls the hair once again, as Alf starts to get his knees under him! COLE But Alf coming out of this! As Alf gets to his feet, Drek changes to a chinlock, but Alf delivers an elbow to the gut! A second! A third! Alf goes to the ropes, and ducks a clothesline, but Drek catches him coming back, then plants him with a SIDE EFFECT~! COACH Great move, Drek! COLE A cover! 1... 2... Kickout! Drek backs Alf into a corner, but Alf reverses an Irish whip. Drek hops up to the second buckle, and comes back with a bodypress...but Alf rolls through! COLE Alf on top! 1... 2... Kickout! Drek quickly drops an elbow to the back of Alf, then picks him up, and dropkicks him, causing Alf to go through the ropes and through the floor! COLE And it's the challenger, Drek Stone, in control of this match for the World Heavyweight title! Alf gets back on the apron, and Drek grabs him. Drek attempts to suplex Alf back in, but Alf slips behind the back and grabs him! Drek quickly goes behind, and hits a German suplex! 1... 2... NO! Kickout! COLE And Drek INCHES away from regaining the title right there! Drek picks up Alf, and delivers a bodyslam, followed by a fistdrop! Then a second, and a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Drek picks up Alf, and backs him into the ropes. Alf reverses the whip, and goes for a tilt-a-whirl, but Drek comes down on his feet, then scoops up Alf, and plants him with a TOMBSTONE~! COACH YEAH! You've got him, Drek! COLE What's Drek doing, he should be covering right now! Not that I'm complaining! COACH You just do your job as an announcer, Cole, and don't play favorites! COLE Well, what were you just doing? Meanwhile, Drek comes off the top for a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP~!!! ...but Alf rolls out of the way! COLE And nobody home! Both men take some time to get up, and when they do, they begin to trade punches. Alf gets the better of the exchange, but Drek goes to the eyes. Drek backs into the ropes, and Alf catches him with a AA SPINEBUSTER~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf follows up with a snap suplex, followed by a snap legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up Drek, and executes a fisherman's suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Alf on a roll, and Drek back into the corner! Alf climbs to the second buckle, and holds his fist out. The crowd pops, then counts along as Alf hammers away... 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Drek drops down and rolls out of the ring as Alf is restrained by the referee. Alf then backs into the ropes, and comes back with a HANDS-FREE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA~! COLE Alf FLYING to the outside! COACH Oh, come on, Drek! Alf hammers away at Drek on the floor, then gets up and raises his arms in the air, as the crowd goes crazy. Alf throws Drek back in, and plants him with a piledriver! COACH Oh, no... COLE Cover, Alf! 1... 2... NO! Drek kicks out! COACH Whew! Alf picks up Drek, but Drek gets to the ropes...then raises his leg and delivers a LOW BLOW~! COLE Cheap shot by Drek, and the referee obviously blind to that one! Drek picks up Alf's legs, and locks in a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! COLE Drek with the Cloverleaf, his primary submission move! Alf struggles to the ropes, but Drek pulls him back out to the middle! COACH OH YEAH! This one's in the bag! Drek cranks back on it, as Alf screams in pain, but refuses to give it up! COLE But Alf showing a champion's resolve, refusing to give up! Alf crawls very slowly, and with a hard reach, grabs the bottom rope! COLE And he made the ropes! The referee counts, and Drek finally releases the hold. Drek then picks up Alf, and whips him into a corner...but meets Alf's feet! Alf comes out of the corner with a bulldog! Alf then goes up top! COACH NO! COLE HERE IT COMES!!! Alf gets to the top rope, as the crowd gets to his feet, and comes off...and as Drek rolls out of the way, Alf does a somersault on the mat, ala Eddie Guerrero. Alf ducks a clothesline, and hits Drek with a SUPERKICK~!!! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! COACH And how about Drek's resolve? COLE You've got it hand it to Drek, you've got to hand it to both these great competitors! We're witnessing a classic here, folks! Alf picks up Drek and sets him up on the top rope. Alf climbs up to the top rope after him, then lifts him up, and delivers a SUPERPLEX~! COLE Cover! 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! Alf makes his way over to the corner, and starts untying the buckle! COLE Oh, look at this! COACH Come on, referee, stop this! COLE Alf may be getting a little desperate here! Alf picks up Drek, and carries him over to the buckle, but the referee steps in the way! Alf stops, and shoves the referee out of the way! COACH Come on, disqualify him...wait, no! Don't! COLE That's right, Alf would keep the title on a DQ! Drek comes up from behind, and with both hands rams Alf face-first into the unexposed steel! COACH There you go! The referee comes around, as Drek crawls over and covers Alf... 1... 2... NO! Alf gets his shoulder up! COLE And Alf has been busted open! Drek gets up, and as Alf follows him up, Drek hammers away on the would with rights, eventually knocking Alf right back to the mat! Alf rolls into a corner, and Drek climbs to the outside and drags him to the edge of the apron, laying in elbows to the sternum! Drek then drags Alf to the outside, picking him up and dropping him sternum-first on the railing! Drek rolls back in, and waits for Alf to climb back in. The referee lays a count on, as Alf pulls himself back to the apron. Drek stops the count, then backs off, allowing Alf to come back in. When Alf gets to his feet, Drek pulls his legs out from under him, and applies a SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE And Drek taking a page out of Alf's book, applying the SHARPSHOOTER! Alf screams in pain, as he tries to drag himself to the ropes. The referee asks if he wants to give it up, and Alf says no. Alf pushes himself up, and crawls his way towards the ropes...but Drek pulls him back out to the center! COACH Oh, wouldn't this be great if Drek beat Alf with one of his own best holds? COLE To you. Alf crawls once again, and makes the ropes! The referee breaks. Drek pulls Alf out to apply it again, bending down to talk a little trash, when suddenly, Alf delivers an uppercut, knocking Drek on his back, then Alf sits up while still holding onto Drek's left leg, and applies his own SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE And what a reversal by Alf, and now it's Drek caught in the SHARPSHOOTER! COACH Come on, Drek, get to those ropes! Drek pulls himself to the ropes, inches away...and Alf drags him out to the middle! COLE This has got to be it! COACH No way! Drek's not a quitter, Cole! Drek screams in pain, but struggles once again, this time reaching the ropes! The referee counts, and Alf breaks JUST before the five-count. COACH WOW. This is one hell of a main event here on AngleSlam! Alf then climbs to the outside, and drags Drek to the corner. COACH Oh, wait a minute! Get out of there, Drek! Alf signals to the crowd, then crosses Drek's legs up, and climbs up, dropping down for the RINGPOST FIGURE-FOUR~!!! COLE Imagine the pain that must be going through Drek's body! The referee climbs to the outside, and counts Alf, who again waits right until the last second to break. Alf climbs back in after Drek, who pulls himself into the opposite corner. Alf grabs Drek, and executes a BELLY-TO-BELLY OVERHEAD~! COLE And Alf setting Drek up here! Alf picks up Drek slowly, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~!! Alf then waits for Drek to get up, and scoops up Drek for a slam, but Drek slips behind...and delivers the RECKER~!!!!!11111 COACH YES!!! COLE Drek with the RECKER~! This could be it! 1... 2... COLE KICK OUT, Alf! 3!!! COACH YES~!!! COLE NO~!!! COACH NO??? COLE Alf got his shoulder up! I can't believe it! This match continues! Both men are out of it on the mat, though, so the referee starts up his count. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Alf and Drek both sit up simultaneously, and start exchanging fists. Drek gets the better of the exchange, knocking Alf to the mat with a big European uppercut! Drek then picks up Alf, setting up for a powerbomb...but Alf slips out in front...and delivers a IMPLANT DDT~! to Drek! COLE Alf scoring with Drek's own move! Cover him! COACH Kick out! 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! Drek gets his shoulder up at the LAST split-second! COACH Oh, man! Someone get me some water! Alf slams his hands on the mat, then slowly gets to his feet. As Drek gets to his feet, Alf picks him up, and delivers the WHIPLASH~!!! Alf then points to the top, and staggers to the corner. COLE And Alf going to try it again! Alf climbs to the top, as Drek makes no effort to move... ...and comes off for the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 ...but Drek gets the knees up, and Alf rolls to the other side of the ring! COLE But Drek survives once again! Alf holds his midsection as Drek slowly gets to his feet and makes his way towards him. Alf gets to his feet in the corner, and Drek goes for an Irish whip. Alf blocks and wrings the arm, then lifts him up on his shoulders for the WHIPLASH~!!! ...however, Drek slides behind the back, spins Alf around...and hits the STONECUTTER~!!!!!11111 COACH YES~!!! COVER! COLE DREK WITH THE STONECUTTER~! 1... 2... COLE Come on, Alf! 3~!!! *DING DING DING* COLE DAMMIT! COACH OHHHHH YYYYEAH!!!!! COLE Drek Stone has regained the OAOAST World championship! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NNNNNNNNNEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLD..."RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRECKLESSSSSSSSSSSS" DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREK SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE EEE!!!!! COACH Say it again, Cole, say it again! COLE ...Drek Stone has won the OAOAST World Heavyweight championship for the second time. Drek Stone gets to his knees as the referee hands him the belt, then stands to his feet, and holds the belt up in one hand, with a smirk on his face, as the referee raises his hand. Alf rolls from the ring and makes his way to the back. COLE Alf had a great run. He fought a great fight tonight! But finally, someone got one over on him, and it's Drek Stone, for the second time, the OAOAST champion. COACH You want some cheese with that whine, Cole? Face it, Drek Stone was the better man! Drek Stone was due for this moment! And it's here! Deal with it! Hoff slides in and congratulates Drek, as Axel, clad in a snazzy suit, steps through the ropes clapping his hands. Balloons and confetti - red, white, and green - fall from the ceiling, as Hoff and Axel raise Drek up on their shoulders, and show him to all the sides, as Drek holds his arms out with the belt, still with that arrogant smirk on his face. They then set him down, and he makes his way to the buckles. COLE What's next for Drek Stone? What's next for Alfdogg, and for that matter, what's next for the OAOAST? We'll find out starting this Thursday. For the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, we'll see you this Thursday on HeldDOWN~! Drek climbs on the buckle, and holds his arms out, with the belt in his right hand. He looks down at the camera, and shows the belt to it, then holds up the #1 sign with his finger as we: FADE TO BLACK Edited August 27, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2006 EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu DIRECTED BY Tony149 GRAPHICS BY Papacita CREATED BY CWM Tony149 Anglesault WRITTEN BY Alfdogg Zack Malibu Bruce Blank Tony149 KC EWC Longdogger Pete © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
