NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 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 Alamodome. SCHIAVONE (Off-Screen) Live from the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas...welcome to OAOAST World Without End! SWOOP~ over to our hosts atop the world famous INTERVIEW STAGE! LIVE SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS SCHIAVONE Hi, everyone! Tony Schiavone and Jesse “The Body” Ventura coming to you live from OAOAST Syndicated for an explosive Pay-Per-View tonight! We’re going to have everything tonight! Three titles on the line! A street fight! A possible retirement match! A Chamber of Hell match! And, for the Heavyweight Title of the world, a match we haven’t seen in almost twelve years now…a towel match! VENTURA Let me tell you something Tony, tonight has the potential to create tremendous shockwaves that will be felt in the OAOAST years from now! We have an interpromotional match with Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez – from the federation I don’t wish to name – to do battle with the Global Party Xchange. SCHIAVONE Maddix and Cortez have quite the history together, Jesse. VENTURA How do you know that? Playing for the other team? SCHIAVONE I… VENTURA Take that statement anyway you want by the way, Tony. Yes, Landon and Todd have had their trouble in the past. Many people have. But so many superstars have learned to put their bad blood aside for the good of their careers. And I think Maddix and Cortez are going to do that masterfully tonight. I’m taking them. SCHIAVONE We also have the Sooner Bruisers taking on Black T for the tag team titles. VENTURA The Sooner Bruisers have made a huge impact in the OAOAST since arriving on the scene, leaving a path of broken bodies along the way. Well tonight, they’re running into the most successful tag team the federation has ever seen – and that ain’t just no hyperbole I’m talking, Tony. Who’s going to win? While Black T are still at the peak of their careers, I think the Bruisers just may be a little hungrier. SCHIAVONE Of course, I need to mention the match between Longdogger Pete and Peter Knight. Knight has promised to retire right here tonight if he can’t beat Pete. Jesse, for all the great things PK has accomplished here in the OAOAST, could we be seeing the last of him? VENTURA I like Peter Knight, don’t get me wrong. But Longdogger Pete has consistently been getting under his skin the past few months. It seems like everything Pete has done has been effective in throwing PK over his game. And I’m worried, for as good as PK is, he may have finally written a check tonight that his ass can’t cash. And I’ll leave it at that. SCHIAVONE And then we come to the street fight. Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez teaming up once again to take on Bruce Blank and Bloodshed. VENTURA Oh, this is going to be a bloodbath. Talk about four superstars that don’t like each other. But you want to know something, Schiavone? Zack Malibu has nobody but himself to blame here. He brought these two SWF rejects – yes, I know I promised not to say their name but I’m throwing disregard to the wind here – to the federation and asked them to do their worst to help him against the GPX and Jaime O’Hara. Then, once they did that, he suddenly decided they were too hardcore for them and wanted them to stop. Well, Tony, he couldn’t stop them. He hasn’t been able to in months. And I am seriously doubting he can do it tonight. I hate to see Blank and Bloodshed win on OAOAST turf…but I think those two are monsters that may be impossible to destroy. SCHIAVONE And then…of course…the Chamber from Hell II. They say many sequels can’t live up to the original, but Jesse, I have a strong feeling this one will do that and more. VENTURA Six superstars are going to let it all out and put their lives on the line for the Heartland Title. Brock Ausstin versus Alfdogg versus Thunderkid versus Reject versus Colombian Heat versus Gunner Sharps for a title that each one of them respect and desperately want to come out of the chamber with. I shudder to think what these six superstars are going to do once they’re locked in this thing. As for who is going to come out on top…I’m going to go with the ONLY MAN in that match that has managed to make a true name for himself in the record books. The most experienced one of them all. Alfdogg, I’m going with you! SCHIAVONE And then finally, we have the Main Event! A towel match for the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship between Drek Stone and Puerto Rican Lightning! Hoff and Stephen Joseph Popick will be in their respective corners cheering them on. Once either man throws in the towel…it’s over! VENTURA Drek Stone and PRL were always two of those guys that I thought were so similar that they would become close allies in the OAOAST. Well, as we can see, that hasn’t happened. In fact, a dangerous rivalry has developed between the two of them. PRL has showed in the past few weeks that, despite Drek’s confidence, Puerto Rican Lightning could be one of the biggest challenges Drek Stone has ever faced. He can fly like Drek. He can cheat like Drek. He can do everything the Heavyweight Champion can do – and, as some people might feel, can possibly do it better. But the true question here…the one that will REALLY need to be answered…who has a stronger stomach? Hoff or Popick? Who can watch their best friend get pummeled in that ring and resist the urge to throw in the towel? SCHIAVONE Arnold Skaaland threw in the towel to save Bob Backlund from the Camel Clutch! Helen Hart threw in the towel to save her son Bret from the Crossface Chicken Wing! And tonight…either Hoff or Stephen Popick will throw in the towel to join those two in the record books. Who will it be? Only time can tell! VENTURA I think it’s time we finally get down to the ring and kick this off/ SCHIAVONE Here we go! Edited October 4, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) The funk brings in the noise part Deux. The musical stylings of Edgar Winter and their song "Frankenstein" accompanying Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, along with a chorus of boos from the 62 thousand-plus fans jammed inside the AlamoDome to witness the upcoming title match. COLE As cliche as it sounds, tonight is the biggest match in the career of Frank and Uber Bruiser. Everything they've done in the last year -- basically ending the career of Logan Mann on the same night he got married, calling out Black T as they declared war on the tag team division -- has lead in their quest to become World tag team champions. It's make or break time for The Sooner Bruisers. They either put up or shut up here tonight in San Antonio, the birthplace of Tony Brannigan. COACH It may be homecoming night for Tony, Mikey, but Big Frank and Uber will be crowned World tag team champions. SWOOP~ to the ring and Michael Buffer for the introductions. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on World Without End is scheduled for one fall and is for the heavyweight tag team championship of the world!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers...from Oklahoma, at a total combine weight of 525 pounds, "The Man of Tomorrow" and "Psycho Gremlin"...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUISERS! Big Frank poses on the turnbuckles, and motions for an underage girl waving a Heavenly Rockers poster to..*ahem*...fondle his joystick. You can imagine how receptive the father is to that gesture, having to be restrained by security as Big Frank and Uber invite him into the ring to do something about it. "Simply Ravishing...OWWWWWW!" Their attention shifts from the fan to the entranceway to men who know how to get the job done. Black T mixing things up a bit by coming to the ring to hometown hero Tony Brannigan's theme song. And a hero's welcome Black T receive as they appear in front of the live crowd, bursting through the thick cloud of black smoke with the World tag team titles wrapped around their waists. COLE Listen to these fans! You'd think the Spurs had just won their 4th NBA title. COACH Well they haven't. You know, now that I think about it, after tonight the Spurs and Tony Brannigan will have a lot in common. COLE They will? COACH Yeah. Their title reigns will have both ended on their home court. Hahahaha! COLE (sarcastic laugh) Real funny, Coach. Who do you think you are, Alfdogg? Nothing has been won or lost yet. Back up to Michael Buffer. BUFFER And their opponents. First...hailing from London, England, 240 pounds..."The Ice Heart" DAN BLLLLLAAAAACK! His partner...from Hollywood U.S.A. by way of SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS... "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the former heavyweight champion of the world, TONY BRANNIGAN! Here are the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, BLLLLLAAAAAACK TEEEEEEEEEEEE! Tony baskets in the glory, soaking in the cheers while proudly holding his tag belt in the air. Dan Black eye-balling both Bruisers, following up the 3-B hand signal with his trademark THROAT/SLASH~! Unexpectedly and inexplicably, DREK STONE and HOFF blindside Tony Brannigan. The sudden commotion alerts Dan to the problem behind him. Hoff serving in the role as enforcer, meeting Black head-on, the two trading blows as Drek hits Tony with a STONECUTTER ON THE ARENA FLOOR!! COLE No, damnit! We need help out here! Tony Brannigan just went head-first into the concrete floor courtesy of the OAOAST Champion's devastating Stonecutter. That thin piece of carpeting doing little to "cushion" the blow. Why, Stone?! You got your work cut out for you later tonight in your match with Tha Puerto Rican, you son of a bitch! Why, damnit?! Is he trying to send P.R. a message prior to their match? Because I don't understand the meaning of this. Unaware of what has happened Black continues to brawl with Hoff near the entrance. He then notices Brannigan flat on his back, BLOOD gushing out of his head. Dan unstraps his title belt and uses it to fend off Hoff and Stone. A hush silence falling over the AlamoDome. OAOAST officials and producers--I mean agents--arrival on the scene seconds too late, as usual. EMTs not far behind. Women are captured sobbing in the stands, some shielding their young ones from the gruesome sight of a blood covered Tony Brannigan being loaded onto a stretcher. Crotched near Tony Dan Black can only shake his head, rage running through his icy veins. Then a voice. MAN (Off-Screen) Hey Black! Dan pauses and turns his head to the ring where Big Frank stands with a microphone. Uber smirking next to his brother, rubbing his hands together. BIG FRANK Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, boy. Maybe if you stepped away from your boyfriend you'd understand. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" BLACK BIG FRANK What, I didn't insult your manhood, too? The last person who said I insulted their manhood ended up like Tony Brannigan. In fact, it was Tony Brannigan who felt insulted by "The Man of Tomorrow." I could care less whether or not I insulted you. What I care about are them belts you boys are walkin' around with, because these MEN want 'em. Me and my brother see your partner ain't in no condition to wrestle, so we'll give you the option of going out and finding another partner or forefitting the belts to a real tag team. Your choice. But I recommend forefitting the titles so that you can live to wrestle another day. Black rips the belts out of the hands of OAOAST offical/part-time correspondent Terry Taylor and follows EMTs whisking Tony Brannigan away backstage. BIG FRANK That's what we figured. You Brits think you're smarter than Americans. We bailed your asses outta W-W II and now you gotta find another Yank, as you English muffins say, to save your ass again. It don't make no difference. Our time has come. We ran Logan Mann out of this joint, sent Synth out to him Thursday night, now we dethrone the so-called greatest tag team in OAOAST history. Black T ain't nothing but chumps! Frank lowers the mic as Dan marches to the ring with both title belts in his possession. He walks up the ring steps and asks referee Sir Miles Manchester to bring him the mic. BLACK Mr. Roid Rage, I couldn't help but overhear you state I had the choice of finding a replacement partner or forefitting the belts to you and your mentally challenge brother. I regret to inform you I didn't find another partner... BIG FRANK BLACK (CONT'D) ...because this Brit doesn't need anybody saving his ass. With that Dan hurls the tag belts in the Bruisers direction, the center gold plate slicing Big Frank's upper lip, and steps through the ropes, charging forward! Uber decked by a double forearm thrust to the sternum. Frank repeatedly kicked in the midsection and hammered by knife edge chops that draw a collective "WHOOOOOO" from the fans. Black peppers the head with a combination of rights and forearm shivers, then shoots Big Frank to the ropes and delivers a DECAPITATING LARIAT~! Daniel Maxiums Black introduces the sole of his boot to the face of "The Man of Tomorrow" before hitting a Falcon Arrow suplex. Black slashes the throat and climbs to the top! COLE Dan Black looking to end it early. COACH If Dan Black beats the Sooner Bruisers by himself, it will go down as the biggest upset in history. Dan spreads his arms out like wings and is about to fly when Uber reappears standing over Frank, daring Black to jump. The Ice Heart actually plays to the crowd, gauging their reaction before making his decision. Their approval is so overwhelming Dan knows what to do next. He dives at Uber...only to be caught in midair and suplexed overhead! COACH (laughing) I bet that's the last time we see Danny boy pander to the fans. The Sooner Bruisers descend on Dan Black like vultures. The would-be tag champions putting the boots to the man who has won nearly every championship in OAOAST history. Big Frank scales the turnbuckles as Uber drapes Dan face up on his right shoulder. The Man of Tomorrow French kissing the peak of his right bicep, before dropping the big elbow from the top! The cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Black sustains one high-impact move, but can he withstand another? Big Frank's belly-to-belly suplex planting him in the middle of the ring. Leg hooked. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Dan kicks out again. Frank digs into the playbook of other famous wrestling families, starting with "A" for Anderson, ramming Dan's head into his own brother Uber's! Following an exchange the Psycho Gremlin whips Black to the ropes and explodes from the line of scrimmage, clotheslining Dan out of a 3-point stance! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! COLE Frustration beginning to creep in. The Sooner Bruisers have to be amazed by Dan Black's intestinal fortitude. They told him, after Tony Brannigan was brutally attacked by Drek Stone, to either find another partner or forefit the tag team championship. Black did neither, choosing to go at it alone in the ring. I say that because he has 62 thousand strong behind him, all of whom came to see the return of Tony Brannigan to his hometown. COACH There you go, building Black T up the same way ABC did Notre Dame when the Fighting Irish snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. The Sooner Bruisers aren't Michigan State, baby boy. The only shot Dan Black has of winning is if Big Frank and Uber are jobbed the same way their alma mater were a few weeks ago in Oregon. Dan has to contend with both Bruisers in the ring. They send him for the ride and hot shot on the top rope. Again and again, from each side of the ring. Uber and Big Frank prepare for the final hot shot, but Dan has other things in mind, putting on the brakes and kicking Uber in the shoulder. Frank looks up. BIG FRANK KICK, WHAM...BLACKOUT! Dan returns to his feet and avoids a lunging Soonerline. He spins Uber around and lands a glancing kick to the gut that's enough to double the big guy over, hooking both arms...PITCH BLACK! COLE He got it. Upset in the making! No there isn't. Uber no sells Pitch Black and stiffs the shit outta Dan with a Soonerline! The Psycho Gremlin running circles around Black, howling to the heavens. Big Frank calls for and receives the tag. He places Dan on the top and goes up with him. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPERPLEX! Black's body bouncing up from the mat like a rubber ball. Frank turns Dan on his back and grinds the elbow into his face as he covers him. ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! Snapmare into a reverse chinlock, Frank digging the knee into the spine of the back. Black grimacing in pain. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH COLE Holy smokes! It's... COLE & COACH TONY BRANNIGAN! As you'd expect, the fans blow the roof off the AlamoDome as Tony Brannigan powerwalks to the ring, a blood soak bandage wrapped around his forehead. Running on adreanline Tony hops onto the apron and pounds on the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd involved. Black's eyes light up upon spoting Tony urging him on in the corner. Dan rises to a vertical base, firing a succession of back elbows to Big Frank's midsection, sending him off to the ropes and switches from a sleeper hold to his dreaded DRAGON SLEEPER in one fell swoop! COACH How does Black do it? The punishment he's taken would've put the average wrestler out long ago. COLE Dan Black isn't your average wrestler, Coach. He's one of tough son of a bitch. Big Frank tries breaking free by bashing Black upside the head with his fists, to no avail. Black then decides to lift Frank for an inverted suplex, but it's not as simple as it sounds. The Ice Heart flipping Frank in the air and straight down in a 3/4 facelock...OSAKA STREET CUTTER!!! Dan adds to the drama by slowly rolling over to place an arm across Frank's chest. Miles Manchester checking to see if both shoulders are down for no apparent reason. Or is there? ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!! Referee Manchester waving off the pin broken up by Uber just milliseconds before his hand slammed the mat for a third time. The partisan crowd reacting angerily to the--right--decision. Suddenly, Uber joins the side of right and virture and agrees to Earl's demand to exit. Tony Brannigan practically falling over the top rope in hopes of nabbing Dan's attention for a tag. Black sees Tony and denies his request, citing health concerns. COLE No, Dan. What are you doing? Make the tag. I understand your concern, but I can't imagine Tony would risk his health if he didn't think he could go. COACH Oh, shut up, Mikey. Black's totally in the right here. God knows what kind of treatment Brannigan received backstage. They could've hooked him up to IVs or even given him a blood transfusion for all we know. Besides, Danny boy's got Big Frank where he wants him. Reeling. Black brings Frank back to his feet and has to duck a punch, waistlocking the Man of Tomorrow from the rear and hits the first of three suplexes that make up the CHIMERA SUPLEX SEQUENCE -- Tiger, German and Dragon! COLE Dan Black just dealed The Sooner Bruisers a death blow. Here's the count! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Uber AGAIN with the save. Black T had it won there. COACH Say what you will about the guy, but Uber has impeccable timing. COLE I'll give you that. I think the Heavenly Rockers and Holly would too. Uber is rightfully scolded by Miles Manchester. In the background, Black performs a beautifully executed snap suplex and heads to the top. Dan is stunned when Tony rushes over and tags himself in, naturally causing the crowd to ERUPT. The tag is allowed because Uber was still in the ring at the time the exchange was made, leaving the corners unassigned and open for business. And Tony Brannigan is all business once inside, clotheslining both Bruisers. The Sooners rocked by hard rights and big forearm smashes. Dan Black watches from the apron, hands on hips. Is he still mad about the tag or surprise at how well Tony is doing? No matter his view Brannigan is dominating. A pair of atomic drops delivered to the Sooners...and a RUDE AWAKENING for Frank! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Tony snapmares Frank over and comes off the top with a KNEE DROP TO THE HEAD! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COACH This is one of the damnest matches I've ever seen, Mikey. First it was Dan Black showing all the guts and determination, fighting the Bruisers on his own, now it's Big Frank. COLE That's how much the OAOAST tag team championship means to both teams. They both want it. But only one team will go home with the gold. Just when it looks like things are totally going in favor of Black T, one reversed Irish whip and a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM later changes all that. The fresh Uber is tagged in and a pattern develops, that being to turn Tony upside to rush the blood to his head. Uber accomplishes that with a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Brannigan sent in and shot back off the ropes...POWER BODYSLAM! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Irish whip to the far corner, Uber charging in...and eats a big boot to the face! The Psycho Gremlin staggers out of the corner as Tony, in no mood to go up to the top does just that, goes up to the top. What follows is no surprise given the amount of blood lost. Tony loses his balance and falls directly into the arms of Uber, who smashes Brannigan's ribs into opposite corners and spikes him into the mat! COLE Oklahoma Stampede! This may be it. COACH How quickly the tide turns. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Dan Black...DIVING HEADBUTT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That triggers a brawl between Dan Black and The Sooner Bruisers. Right back where we started. Miles Manchester juggles the task of trying to restore order and keeping Tony Brannigan from endangering himself. Black proves why he's one tough bastard, taking the best Big Frank and Uber have to offer and dishes it back at the same time. Unfortunately, Tony can't do much of anything still lying on the mat motionless, prompting Miles to call for the bell. * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What happened? COACH I think Miles signaled for the bell. COLE But why? I think we may have a double disqualification. Referee Miles Manchester unable to keep the peace. Miles confers with Michael Buffer as OAOAST officials and EMTs once again return to the side of Tony Brannigan. Officials separating Black and the Sooners while EMTs attend to Brannigan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester that due to the amount of blood lost by Tony Brannigan, which has rendered him unconscious, it is in his best interest that the match be stopped. Therefore, the winners of the match...and NEEEEW professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" Frank and Uber end the arguring with Dan Black and OAOAST officials to celebrate their victory, sharing a big hug after finally achieving their goal. Dan Black is absolutely livid. Livid at the referee for stopping the bout and perhaps at himself for allowing Tony to compete knowing the shape he was in. While the Bruisers continue their celebration in the ring, EMTs load Tony onto the stretcher outside and wheel him backstage for the second time tonight. Dan Black SPITING at the feet of the new champions, who are too busy celebrating to pay any attention. COACH Whoever said you can't go home again was right. New tag team champions, The Sooner Bruisers! Sunday night, November 26 LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! Edited October 2, 2006 by NYU Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 COLE And here is just one of the challengers for the Heartland Title later tonight. Gunner Sharps is shown in his locker room, lifting barbells. COLE And Gunner Sharps, getting ready for his participation in the second Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! He'll be the last man to enter, but will he be the last man standing? Only time will tell! COACH Let's cut away now. COLE Okay! DJ Clue's Super Mario Mix hits and the Burrough Boys make their way out to the ring, to boos. COLE And it's time for some six-man tag action! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following is a six-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Making their way down the aisle, at a combined weight of 655 pounds...from Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Staten Island, respectively, here are MARIANO, LUTHER, and WALDO...THAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BURROOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COLE Well Coach, it was about four weeks ago that these three men made their way from the stands to assist Reject in an attack on Jumbo. Jumbo would later challenge them to a six-man tag match, and found his partners in the Jamaican Team of Denzel Spencer and Reggie Lamont! And that brings us to tonight! COACH I expect a win for the Burrough Boys here tonight, those other three men, Jumbo, and the Jamaicans, have never even teamed together! The Burrough Boys draw more boos as they pose on the buckles, then Sweet Home Chicago hits and Jumbo makes his way through the curtains, followed by Team Jamaica. BUFFER Their opponents...at a total combined weight of 919 pounds...introducing first, hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica...the team of REGGIE LAMONT and DENZEL SPENCER...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAMMMM JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMAICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Team Jamaica poses on the buckles, getting a nice pop, as Jumbo gives out high-fives on the outside, then climbs into the ring. Everyone gets in their corners, and the referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Everyone steps out, leaving Denzel in the ring with Luther. COLE And it'll be Denzel Spencer starting out with Luther! Denzel and Luther circle the ring, and tie up. Both men jockey for position, but no progress is made, so they break it and circle the ring again. They tie up, and Luther delivers a knee to the midsection. Luther follows up with a gutwrench backbreaker! A HIGH dropkick, and Luther celebrates to the crowd, which boos him in response. COLE And Luther looking sharp thus far against Denzel Spencer! Luther hops up to the second rope and waits on Denzel to get up. Luther dives, but Denzel catches him in an armdrag! COACH That one backfired, though! Denzel gets to his feet and brings Luther up, wringing the arm, then grabbing it, lifting Luther up in the air and slamming him to the mat! COLE And a great leverage move by Denzel! COACH And that one could injure an arm in a moment's notice if Luther doesn't go with the flow! Denzel gets down and bars the arm. Luther gets to all fours, then puts his head on the mat and flips up to his feet! COLE There's that agility from Luther, all these guys tremendous athletes! Luther wrings the arm of Denzel, then grabs him by the hair and drags him into a corner, hammering away with stiff punches and kicks to the midsection. COACH And not too bad with the fisticuffs, either! Luther whips Denzel across the ring, but Denzel avoids the charge, then rolls up Luther... 1... 2... Kickout! Luther charges Denzel, but gets caught in another armdrag! Denzel then delivers a bodyslam to Luther, who quickly tags out to Waldo. COLE And the first tag of the match, and Waldo in for the Burrough Boys! Waldo charges, but gets caught in an armdrag, as well! Denzel tags in Reggie, who takes over on the arm, and hammers away on the shoulder area. COLE And a tag on the other side! Reggie wrings the arm once again, but Waldo goes to the eyes. Waldo tries to ram Reggie's head into the corner, but Reggie blocks, then rams Waldo's head as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Reggie pulls Waldo out, and whips him into the ropes, then backs in and hits him with a high knee! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reggie backs into the ropes, and goes to drop an elbow, but Waldo rolls out of the way. Waldo tags in Mariano, as Reggie makes the tag to Jumbo! Mariano stops in his tracks. COACH Uh-oh! COLE And the big guy's in there now! Jumbo smiles, then struts along the ropes, drawing big applause. He then approaches Mariano, who backs into the ropes for a shoulderblock, but it's Mariano who hits the mat! COLE Well...not too smart on the part of Mariano! He tries it again, same result. He then rolls over and grabs a leg of Jumbo, while trying to get to his feet. Jumbo hammers away on the back, then scoops him up, holding him in one arm for all sides to see. COLE Like lifting a feather for Jumbo! Jumbo slams Mariano HARD to the mat! He then drops an elbow, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Jumbo gets up and tags Denzel once again, who jumps to the top rope, and comes off with a MISSILE DROPKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Denzel hammers away on Mariano, then backs into the ropes...and catches a knee from Luther! COLE And a cheap shot from the outside by Luther! Denzel staggers out, and gets floored with a spinning wheel kick by Mariano! Luther turns around on the apron and holds his arms out, as the crowd boos. COACH Great teamwork! Brilliant! Mariano then tags in Luther, who goes to the top rope as Mariano holds Denzel in a front facelock, and comes off with a big chop to the back. Luther then goes for a slam, but Denzel slips behind the back, and goes for a reverse sunset flip! Mariano jumps back in and tries a clothesline, but Denzel ducks! As the referee ushers Mariano out, Waldo jumps in, and Luther pushes Denzel off into a SUPERKICK~! from Waldo! COLE WOW, what a kick from Waldo, and the referee's losing control of this one! Luther delivers a snap suplex to Denzel, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Luther tags Waldo, then holds Denzel on his knee, as Waldo comes in with a guillotine legdrop! COLE Some more nice teamwork by the Burrough Boys! Waldo picks up Denzel in a fireman's carry, then grabs him by the tights and pulls him over as he falls backwards, pulling Denzel right onto his knees! COACH WOW! COLE Can you imagine the wind coming out of Denzel right there? Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Mariano tags back in, and lifts Denzel in an over-the-shoulder powerbomb, then underhooks the arms and drops down to his ass! COLE And now impact to the back of Denzel! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE But he's hanging in there! Just like the Tag Team World Cup, they never quit, even when faced with seemingly hopeless challenges! Waldo tags back in, and hammers away on Denzel. Denzel begins to fire back! COLE And now mounting a comeback! The two trade blows briefly, but Waldo goes to the eyes, hits a foot to the gut, and delivers a DDT! He then tags in Mariano, who delivers a snap legdrop, then goes to the top rope. COACH It's over now, though! Mariano gets his balance on the top rope, then leaps off for a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP~!!! ...but Denzel rolls out of the way! COLE Nobody home, and Denzel needs to make the tag! Denzel scoots over, and makes a tag to Reggie! COLE And there it is! Reggie hammers away on Mariano, then hits a foot to the gut, backs into the ropes, and delivers a SCISSOR KICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Reggie catches Waldo coming in for the save, and hops up, tripping Waldo up, and executing the GIANT SWING~! COLE A Giant Swing from Reggie Lamont! Reggie does four revolutions, then drops Waldo to the mat. Mariano is getting up in a corner, and Reggie waves for Denzel to come in. Reggie charges, and nails Mariano with an avalanche! Denzel follows with a handspring elbow! Jumbo then climbs into the ring, and delivers an avalanche of his own! COLE Even Jumbo getting involved in the PAPPY-SHOW~! Jumbo pushes Mariano out into a bicycle kick! Reggie covers, but the referee is putting Jumbo out! This allows Luther to jump in and attack Reggie. Luther attempts an Irish whip, but Reggie blocks, then delivers a URINAGE~! Jumbo then comes back in, and delivers the XL SPLASH~!!! COLE There's the XL SPLASH! COACH But he's not legal! Mariano and Waldo hammer on Jumbo, as the referee tries to separate them all. COLE And this one's completely out of control! Reggie goes to help out Jumbo, then suddenly, a man in a purple shirt pulls Luther out of the ring, and slides in in his place! COLE Who the hell is that??? Reggie comes over to him, oblivious, and picks him up. As he does, the man delivers a LOW BLOW~!, then hooks him reverse, and ROLLS THE DICE~! The man then covers... COLE Wait a minute, he's not even in the match! 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COACH The referee couldn't tell the difference! COLE A fourth man has helped the Burrough Boys pick up the win! BUFFER The winners of the match...THAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BURROOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Jumbo and Denzel check on Reggie, as the mystery man celebrates with the Burrough Boys on the outside, as Waldo helps Luther to his feet, and Mariano points and laughs. COLE And I'm not so sure we've heard the last of this one! As the Burrough Boys celebrate in the ring, we cut to the backstage area once again. Colombian Heat is shown sitting in his locker room, bent over, with his hands locked together. COLE And a little mental preparation for Colombian Heat, a big underdog who's made a lot of believers in recent weeks, and another participant in the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! COACH Well, he'll need all the preparation he can get! The Chamber of Hell coming later tonight! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 In the only locker room in the arena crummy enough to have been allocated to The Wildcards, Todd Cortez is going through some finishing touches, wrapping his roll of athletic tape tight around his right hand in preperation for some punch duty later in the night. Head down, Cortez is lost to the world, fully focused on the night ahead. Except for some footsteps. Some female sounding, heel clacking footsteps. A shapely shadow hovers over Todd for a moment before the female sits down on the seat in front of him, Todd's hand-wrapping slowing gradually down into a stop as his focus is now stead forward. CORTEZ Megan. MEGAN Todd. You can cut the tension with a knife as the former lovebirds glare respective holes through each other, neither pleased with the situation they've been put in tonight. Cortez finishes up with the tape and rips away the last strand, throwing the empty roll across the room and standing up to go through some warm-ups. ..... CORTEZ I can't believe you ended up back with him. The warm-ups didn't last long. Todd gets through a couple of squats before turning back to his former beau, unable to resist saying something for any longer. MEGAN What can I say, me and Landon were meant to be together. I just wish I'd realised it earlier. CORTEZ After all we went through with him. You must not have much in the way of self-respect anymore. MEGAN I think you got in in the seperation actually. CORTEZ He was a jerk to you. MEGAN Both of us. CORTEZ Well, I didn't go crawling back to him with my tail between my legs. I call that a moral victory. MEGAN And you just LOVE your precious morals, don't you Todd? Those archaic, Victorian England morals that mean a woman must be seen and not heard? Cortez groans, sitting back down in front of Megan, running a hand over his head. CORTEZ I always looked out for you. MEGAN I'm a manager Todd, it's what I do! I do it better than anyone else! And you wouldn't let me manage you. For months I sat on the sidelines, collecting my wages and doing nothing to deserve them. Months. CORTEZ I was trying to protect you. MEGAN It was 2005 Todd, not 1905! I don't NEED protecting! CORTEZ You really think Landon cares about you? MEGAN Of course he does! CORTEZ Because you tell him to, right? Megan snarls under her breath. This could get ugly. MEGAN At least Landon listens to me. CORTEZ You know what, you're obviously better off with him. You obviously prefer relationships where you're the one with all the balls. MEGAN Did you want to know what it's like? Because, I can tell you. CORTEZ I'm not all that interested in what you and your wife get up to, to be honest. MEGAN Blow it out of your ass. CORTEZ She-witch! MEGAN Street-scum! CORTEZ White-trash! Insults traded, the former partners glower at each other, close to coming to blows and only just holding themselves from doing so. All for one reason. MADDIX Yo Yo YO! By the magic of convenient timing, Landon Maddix appears in the background, positioned right between the two warring parties. Todd groans and leans back in his seat, as Megan rolls her eyes at her man's attempts to be 'hip' and/or 'with it'. MADDIX Oh, so street talk is out? Street talk is out. Good to know. Maddix strolls over, leaning in and giving Megan a peck on the cheek. He seems completely oblivious to the fact that Megan's ex is sitting no more than two feet away and the fact this might not be appropriate. But, hey, that's Landon. MADDIX So, what are we talking about? ... MEGAN Sports. CORTEZ Yeah...sports. MADDIX Heh, you guys don't give me much credit do you? It's only been a year and a half you know. You used to use that excuse when you were doing the secret dating thing, because you know my utter disinterest for any American sports what-so-ever would let you get on with your conversation without me. Which means... The cogs in Landon's head are slowly, painfully churning towards putting 2 and 2 together... MEGAN ...until Megan cuts in with some over-enthused laughter. MEGAN See, I told you he'd remember! Ha! No, Landon, we were just talking about old times and how we're all better of as we are now, right Todd. CORTEZ Definately better off. MADDIX Really? Honest? CORTEZ Yeah. No hard feelings here. You two... let's just say, you really deserve each other. Standing up again, Cortez brushes past the oblivious Next Generation and strides off out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. And, still oblivious, Maddix watches on with a smile, dusting his hands with satisfaction as he sits in Todd's vacated chair, leaning back and kicking his feet up. MADDIX Well, that's a relief. And to think, I thought this'd be awkward! MEGAN Yeah... silly you. ***BACK TO THE ARENA*** 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... "YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" San Antonio comes alive as O-Town's "Make Her Say" pumps through the arena speakers, meaning only one thing in OAOAST land. Pushing through the curtains, the fired up Johnny Jax storms out into a wave of cheers, something which he and his partner Scotty Static are gradually getting re-accustomed to. Jax strides ahead as Static follows through the entrance way, head high and bravado just the same. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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... EEEEXXXXXXXXXXCCHHHHAAAAANNGGEEEEEEE!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Just three nights removed from the chaos that reigned at the end of HeldDOWN~!, the unlikely heros of the hour The GPX look ready to pick up where things left off on Thursday night. Unlike later with Zack and Leon who they bi-laterally saved, it's not a Streetfight in name, but with these two guys involved there's always a chance it'll become one. COACH No kidding. At AngleSlam, they ended up going to a no contest and wiping out half our seating. And I don't think there was nearly as much hatred then as there will be tonight. COLE Indeed, in recent weeks The GPX and Landon Maddix have been involved in each other's big matches. It all started, ironically enough, with Landon helping The GPX to victory against D*LUX in their AngleSlam rematch. The GPX didn't appreciate the help though and two weeks ago, stopped Landon from getting out of his match with Bohemoth and lead him to lose the 24/7 Title to the Meterosexual Monster. So Landon has used his supposed 'business relationship' with The Wildcards, which we're lead to believe he isn't a member of by the way, recruiting Todd Cortez as his partner to take on Static and Jax. COACH And there's no love lost with Cortez and The GPX either. It was The Hooligans that were the reason for Cortez showing up in the first place, along with his psycho buddies. COLE Zack Malibu indeed brought The Wildcards in specifically to deal with The Hooligans. And what a mistake that was. Incidently, we want to say hi to Caboose who is still convelessing at home in England after his run-in with The Wildcards a while back. COACH Wait, 'Boose is English!? Having hit the ring, The GPX now wait impatiently, still amped up from Thursday it seems. Jax runs the ropes, his partner up on the middle rope, eyes fixed on the entrance way as "Make Her Say" has now faded out. The boos are already surfacing, even before Marilyn Manson's voice screams out through the arena. "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" As "Personal Jesus" pounds through the P.A, Texas turns into a world without love. But if they're expecting Landon to be a man without belt, they're very much mistaken. With his half of the SWF Tag Team Championships wrapped proudly around his waist, Landon Maddix makes his way out with Megan Skye in hand, showing off his manageress before doing the same with the belt. Which he has more feelings for, that's anyone's guess. BUFFER Introducing their opponents. First, accompanied to the ring by his 'Perfect 10', MEGAN SKYE! He hails from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds... "THE HEARTBREAK CUCARACHA!"... LLLAAAANNDDOOOOOONN... MMMAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The fans don't appreciate the awesomeness that is personalised intro cards, but that's their loss. Smugly Landon busts out a quick HBK muscle pose, causing PRL to weep somewhere backstage, but his attempts to suck up to the San Antonio are cut short by "Oh No" by Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoah Monche. Rolling his eyes, Landon is convinced to bite his lip by Megan, as out strides The Urban Legend, uninterested in his partner's HBK idolising. COLE Seperate intros for Maddix and Cortez. COACH And intros that cut into each others' posturing. Hmmm. BUFFER And, his partner... from 'Hollywood Boulevard'. Weighing two hundred, twenty six pounds... "THE URBAN LEGEND"... TTOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD... CCOOOOOOORRRRRTTEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Looking anything but partners, Cortez and Maddix meet up at the foot of the ramp. An awkward look between Megan and Todd is cut into by Landon, predictably trying to call the shots to his partner, who folds his arms and pretends to look interested. And fails. COLE Together, these two men comprised the trio of Martial Law in the SWF, which went on to become a trio once Bloodshed under another guise left. Landon and Todd as a twosome won the SWF Tag Team Championships, but went through an explosive break-up involving Megan Skye and somewhat of a love triangle. Their feud raged for months and culminated over a year ago...but, from what we saw earlier, there's clearly some tension between all three lingering. COACH Well, Megan ended up with Todd when Landon wanted her, but now she's with Landon after she split with Todd. So, yeah, I'd guess there's some tension. COLE Add in Maddix's ego and Todd's street background and natural instinct to hate ego and it's a powderkeg waiting to go off. After getting his instructions, Cortez finally manages to brush Landon off and removes his bulletproof vest as he strides to the ring. Judging from the looks he's getting from The GPX he might be better off keeping it on. But referee Charles Robinson has checked for weapons and neither Johnny or Scotty is 'packing heat'. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" After trying to quieten the crowd, Landon follows his partner into the ring, Megan holding the ropes open for her man, while her former man watches from the corner of his eye with a scowl. COLE Landon and Cortez last teamed together a year and a half ago, where-as The GPX have been regular partners for roughly three years. However, Scotty and Johnny can't underestimate their opponents. If, IF they can get it together and work as a team, they'll be tough to beat. All four men are in and now comes the tough part. No problem for The GPX, they decide between them, amicably, that Johnny Jax will start. Finding someone to start on the other team is less simple. Landon and Todd seem far from amicable, as eventually Landon 'elects' to start, 'helpfully' pointing his partner towards the corner. COLE More orders being barked around by Maddix and it looks like he's going to start here. *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell sounds Maddix tries in vain to get a "HBC" chant going, the Heartbreak Cucaracha moniker not catching on as he'd hoped as his one man cheer is drowned out by boos. Tired of the antics, Jax walks over and shoves Maddix in the back, finally getting his attention... *SLAP!* "YYEEEEAAAAHHHHH!" ...in order to slap the taste out of The Next Generation's mouth! COACH Woah! Triple J ain't playin'! With his pride wounded, Maddix retreats into his corner and yells at the referee to keep his amped up opponent back, Megan adding her own yells for good measure. Rubbing his swelling cheek, the embarrassed Maddix then points the finger at Jax, warning him he's gonna get it now... ...as he tags in Todd Cortez. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Uh...well, tag made by Maddix. Ten seconds in and he's had enough. COACH I guess he changed his mind about starting the match after getting bitchslapped by Johnny J. As Maddix rolls to the floor to get some attention from Megan, the look on Cortez's face tells the story. Shaking his head, he steps into the ring almost apologetically, shrugging his shoulders to referee Charles Robinson as he turns to Johnny Jax. In the ring together for the first time since The Great Angle Bash and the memorable Ultimate Punishment Match, Cortez and Jax waste little time in going nose to nose, Todd not backing down like his partner as he gets piefaced by the GPXer. The Urban Legend gets right back into Jax's face, heated words being exchanged. First to break is Jax, taking a step back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and cracking Cortez with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Cortez returns the favour, firing up Jax even more... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...resulting in another chop. Taking it on the chest, quite literally, it's Cortez's turn to fire up now... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...making it two to two on the chop count. That's where the count ends for now, as Jax instead fires back with a simple right hand to the jaw! Another! A third, Jax daring Cortez to fight back... *THUD!* ...which he does, cupping Jax by the head and landing a big European uppercut! The force knocks the wind flat out of Jax and he drops to one knee, Maddix finding his place on the apron just in time to smugly applaud his tag team partner's efforts. Cortez makes the mistake of taking a glance back at his partner though, in which time Johnny drags himself up and mows him down with a big clothesline! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The two enforcers of the teams going at it hell for leather, no love lost there at all! And it's Johnny Jax who draws first blood. Eyes locked on Maddix, Jax pulls Cortez back up to his feet. Conveniently Maddix avoids eye contact as he nervously tries to make some conversation with Megan, while in the ring Jax hits a snap suplex on Cortez. Floating over, Johnny makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. An irish whip sends Cortez into the ropes, Jax ducking his head as he rebounds back. He ducks too early though, allowing Cortez time to put on the brakes... *THUD!* ...lifting Jax up into a European uppercut! COLE You can feel the hatred behind each strike! Jax's head snaps back but before he can hit the mat, Cortez is able to grab him by the head and land a second Euro...NO! This time Johnny gets his forearms up to his chest to block, wringing out the arm that Cortez had just clattered off the elbows and barring up the arm to regain control. Back to the corner goes Jax, reaching out a foot for Static to tag in. Up top he goes, down with the double axehandle across the shoulder leaving Cortez favouring the right arm. COLE And now The GPX looking to cut the ring in half, although to be fair Maddix has done a decent job of that himself so far. Even if Cortez were in a position to tag, I'm not sure Maddix would want it. COACH Not if it meant his pretty face getting messed up. Into a wristlock goes Static as The GPX slow things down. Static makes the exchange with Jax who quickly climbs the ropes and comes down with a fist, buried right over the forehead. Shaking out the cobwebs, Cortez throws a kick but Jax is able to swat it aside, connecting with another big right as Cortez's guard remains down. COLE Cortez trying to impliment that martial arts background, but Johnny Jax is going to be all too aware of that. Helping Cortez back up, another couple of right hands find the mark from Jax, setting him up for an irish whip into a neutral corner of the ring. With a step back, in charges Jax, ducking his head and driving his shoulder deep into the gut with a Spear. Jax then wrings the bad arm and sends Cortez cross-ring into the other corner. Todd hits the buckles and comes bouncing out as Jax hits the ropes at the side, Static making a blind tag while Jax comes back with a Bulldog which plants The Urban Legend face-first into the canvas. No sooner has he hit the bulldog than Johnny has to roll himself to safety, as in an instant Scotty Static springboards in off the top and drops an elbow down into the back of the head! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Great teamwork from The Global Party Exchange. COACH That's gonna be the difference tonight. It's clear Maddix and Cortez can't get along, where-as it's second nature for Johnny and Scotty. Rolling Cortez over, Static makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Knowing his resiliant opponent won't be down for long from that elbow, Static hauls him right back up. One shove sends a winded Cortez back into the turnbuckles and in follows Static, rocking The Urban Legend with another elbow strike. Static prepares for a second, but is cut off by a boot to the face from Cortez. Another boot connects in the chest, pushing Static back a few steps, giving Cortez time to push up onto the middle rope. Across the apron comes Johnny Jax with no regard for the referee warning him to get back into the corner, until he gets shoved off the apron and decides maybe he would have been better doing so. But he does provide a distraction, as Static exits to the apron on the other side and grabs Cortez's right arm, pulling him from the ropes and hotshotting his arm on the top strand! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COACH There we go, that's a little bit more like The GPX I know. COLE They're certainly not afraid to bend the rules a little if the opportunity arises. But still, focusing on the arm and keeping the match slowed down. Smart wrestling from The GPX and they're keeping their tempers in check. COACH Well, they'd like nothing more than to come out swinging chairs and the like, but that didn't get them anywhere at AngleSlam. Cortez writhes on the mat with Maddix and Megan's protests to the referee falling on deaf ears. A little smile from The GPX on the floor shows that they enjoyed the little deviation from the rules, a high-five exchanged before they go back to their positions. Jax back to the apron, while Static returns to the ring. Sitting Cortez up, Scotty applies an overhand wristlock and wrenches up on the elbow. COLE And now, The GPX really slowing the pace down. We don't see this a lot from them. Noted as street fighters and daredevils, they're looking to out-wrestle Cortez. COACH They're making Landon eat his words is what they're doing. COLE How so? COACH The cracks about how the OAOAST are just amateurs playing at wrestling? What better way to shut him up than out-wrestling him and his former SWF buddy? COLE Good point. With the hold still applied, Static can sense Cortez starting to fight back. A little worried he takes a look back to his corner and raises an eyebrow at Jackson, who starts to slink into the ring. Quick as a flash Maddix is in to intercept, but referee Charles Robinson cuts him off... ...allowing Jax and Static to switch behind the official's back, Jax applying the armbar as Megan cries fowl on the floor! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Ha-ha! COLE No tag made by The GPX and you don't usually hear the crowd cheering like that for those sort of illegal tactics. As Maddix and Megan's complaints are again brushed away, Robinson turns back around and is understandably confused when he sees Johnny Jax and not Scotty Static in the ring wrenching on an arm. The GPX are adamant they made the tag though, as are the fans in the front row who Static calls on as character witnesses as Robinson questions him. Gullible fool that he is, Lil' Naitch buys it, allowing the action to continue. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" Jax pulls Cortez down onto his back and changes into a short arm scissors, an easier hold to control as he smirks over at The SWF's Power Couple. Sulking in the corner Maddix doesn't even bother to route his partner on and doesn't seem all that interested. Until that is Jax makes a kissy face at Megan, luring him into the ring. And, of course, that allows Jax and Static to switch again. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *SLAP!* Simulating the tag right up against Robinson's ear, Static takes over the short arm scissors and watches on amused as Maddix and Megan throw stereo hissy-fits across the ring. Robinson manages to get Maddix back onto the apron though and confirms to the timekeeper's table that he heard the tag this time, which gets another cheer from the crowd. COLE How many times have we seen this out of the likes of the Beverly Hills Blonds, where the fans are baying for blood at the cheating party... and now, the quote un quote "bad guys" are being cheered and though Landon has a rightful gripe, it's he that the laughs are at the expense of. COACH I know. Great, ain't it? Static keeps up on the scissors, but Cortez has had enough now and backrolls, turning onto his front. That doesn't free him from the hold but it forces Static to change up into a hammerlock which allows Cortez more leverage to get back to his feet. Resisting the urge to simply fire off a lowblow, Cortez starts to run the ring. Circling the mat once, The Urban Legend has Static a step away from losing his balance. But just at that point, he runs right into Johnny Jax, the GPXer sweeping him out with a drop-toe-hold, causing Static to go down too. Except, Static lands on top and crushes Cortez, keeping the hammerlock applied just to compound the misery. "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This is just bizarre. Not even bothering to complain, Maddix throws his hands up in despair in the corner. Meanwhile, sensing Cortez is hurt, Static turns him over onto his back with a crucifix cradle... 1... 2... Kickout! Quickly Static grabs Cortez again, controlling him with an armbar and bringing him back to his feet. Legal tag is made by The Global Party Exchange, earning them some ironic applause as Jax steps in with a firm punch to the shoulder. Arm wringer into an armbar, simple but effective from Jax. So much so that he does it twice, dropping Cortez to one knee. Bringing Todd back up, Jax goes behind into a hammerlock. He then turns Todd around to face him and scoops him up, driving him down with a hammerlock slam, the right arm pinned underneath the rest of Cortez's body-weight with excruciating results. Another cover is made... 1... 2... Broken up by Landon. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH See! I've been saying forever, these people have double standards and you never believe me. Jax watches Maddix off across the ring, Robinson warning Landon not to get involved again... ...which is what he'd like to do, as Jax applies a blatant choke! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE ...okay, maybe you're right Coach. As the protests go on, Jax passes off Cortez into The GPX corner. Static quickly makes use of the tagrope, around the neck of The Urban Legend, while Jax taunts Landon, losing his cool a little bit after what has so far been controlled wrestling. To be fair though, Landon's cool has completely gone now and as he returns to the corner he cusses Charles Robinson out for not turning around in time. By now, Static has taken an innocent walk down the apron, leaving Cortez slumped in the corner with no evidence of wrong doing. All he sees is Johnny Jax, firing off some shoulders to the gut on Cortez before pulling him out, wringing him to the mat by the arm. Tag made by The GPX again, Jax pins the arm down and Static climbs up top. Just to mess with Landon a little more, Scotty waits until the referee's count of four before finally leaping off the ropes and coming down on the arm with a double stomp, at which point Jax slides out and escapes a five count. COLE I'm not sure what The GPX are working towards here by going after the arm, but they're doing a good job of it. COACH They don't have to be working towards anything, do they? They've worked a bodypart and cut the ring off. COLE Yes, but they still have to beat Cortez. COACH So they dump him with a Beat Drop or a Static Shock. They don't have to use an arm submission just because the arm is weakened, they might just be trying to prevent Cortez from using his two patented submissions. Pulling Cortez back to his feet, Static again wrings the arm. Locking knuckles with Cortez, Static then runs up the ropes, pulling The Urban Legend all the way with him before launching off the top, spinning around with a legdrop that comes right down across the shoulder! Rolling over he then makes the pin... 1... 2... No. Kickout by Cortez. Tag is made again by The GPX, making it seem all the longer since Landon Maddix was legal in the ring. Taking in a bottle of water Maddix watches on grimly, while Jax drags Cortez into the centre of the ring. Jax drops his own leg across the arm, though not from as high as his partner. Coming back up, Jax then drops a second leg. Third time is the charm for Jax as he comes off the ropes for some extra momentum... ...unless you're a GPX fan, like most of San Antonio, as Cortez moves his arm out of the way causing Jax to jar his BUTT into the canvas. With a grimace Jax limps back up, Cortez there to meet him with a quick Crotch-Droppah. With a bad arm Cortez can't really get as much behind his patented inverted atomic drop as he would have liked, so just to be sure, he lifts Johnny back off the knee and connects with a second! Not trusting his arm to do much more, Cortez then takes a step back... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" ...AND TAKES JOHNNY "JAM" DOWN WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! COLE There's that martial arts background. You don't need two good arms to kick someone's ear in! COACH And now Cortez is trying to make the not-so-hot tag. Nursing his arm, Cortez shuffles across the mat and across towards his corner. Sensing the spotlight focusing on him Landon suddenly perks up and holds his hand out for the tag, even going so far as to slap the turnbuckles to try and get the crowd behind him. Jax is rolling for the tag too now and as Cortez stops to favour the arm again, it seems Jax will make it in time, reaching out and tagging in Scotty Static. Quickly Static vaults in over the top and charges to try and cut off Cortez... ...BUT FAILS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Landon Maddix is in! And listen to the crowd! Static detours from The Urban Legend...and right into a jab of the eyes from Landon. MADDIX BABYFACE FIIIIIRRRRREEEEE!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This is freaking bizarre. Maddix gives the crowd a cheesy thumbs up, then turns Static up against the turnbuckles. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" One of Maddix's favoured chops soon follows. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And a second. "One more?" Maddix asks the crowd, getting a completely negative response... ...but he fakes the crowd out on the third chop and instead clamps on a choke! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Turn about is fair play I guess. Releasing the choke on a safe 4 count, Landon smiles smugly as he whips Static out of the corner and across the ring. Static crashes into the opposite turnbuckles and settles as Landon winds up the arm and charges forth, diving through the air with a forearm...but Static moves out of the way and Maddix soars into a sternum first meeting with the top turnbuckle, snuffing out his 'babyface fire'!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" With Maddix slumped against the buckles, Static rears back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and chops Landon in the back! With a handful of hair Scotty then pulls Landon from the corner and sets him for a back suplex. He gets the lift but up and over goes La Cucaracha, landing on his feet behind Static and grabbing a waistlock. That seems to be more in instinct than anything though and Static easily escapes behind, pulling Landon around and whipping him off into the ropes. Swing and a miss by Static with a clothesline though, Maddix continuing his run and soaring off the opposite ropes, taking Scotty out with a big flying forearm. Fresh as a daisy, Maddix then makes sure all attention is on him...AND NIPS UP!! COACH Aw no. Fired up, feet stomping, Maddix calls on the support of the hostile fans as he backs into a corner... *STOMP!* COLE Wait a minute...he's tuning up the band here. *STOMP!* COACH What was that you were saying about 'freaking bizarre'? *STOMP!* COLE Well, we're in San Antonio. It was to be suspected, I guess. Shaking himself back to life, Scotty clambers back up... *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ...little knowing what's waiting... *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ...DUCKED! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Missing with the rather 'familiar' Superkick, Landon stumbles to a stop and turns, looking to make up for his error. Waiting on him is Static though, leaping up and snaring him over with a Hurricanrana into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... No! Scrambling back up, Maddix finally cuts out the goofiness and pops Static with a boot to the gut on his way up. A quick forearm sets Static up, with a handful of hair Landon pulling Static down to one knee... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...and unloads with a succession of Kawada Kicks! COLE Ugh! Vicious, unprotected kicks to the face! And those unprotected kicks have done their damage, Static totally lifeless as Maddix pulls him back up and whips him off into the ropes. A back elbow is left waiting for Static to run into, dropping him down. Maddix quickly follows it up as he hits the ropes, leaping up and driving all his body weight down into the gut with a double stomp...and drops right out of that, down with a back senton to drive the wind out of the GPXer, not once but twice. Reaching back, Landon hooks the leg... 1... 2... Jax makes the save! All controlled wrestling is out of the window now as Jax unloads with right hand on Landon who tries in vain to cover up as he scampers over to the corner. Jax changes up to stomps and looks to do the whole 'mudhole walk dry' shtick. Here comes Todd Cortez though, still favouring the right arm but able to use the left to pitch Jax out of the ring and to ringside with a thud. COLE It's finally broken down here and Cortez and Maddix have a two on one here, if they can organise themselves. It seems they can't, as Maddix brushes past Cortez as he approaches Static, snaring Static into a cravaté and leaving Cortez to watch on with hands on hips. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH So much for that. COLE Cravaté by Landon and an ill-timed one really. After his plummet to the arena floor, Jax brushes himself off and climbs back to the apron. Cortez is there to bump him back down though, while Landon hands off Static. With a duck of the head, Cortez lifts Scotty up onto his good shoulder, turning him around the ring. Up top goes Maddix, landing a kick to the top of the recoving Johnny Jax's head on his way up to the top rope. Cortez sees what his partner's doing and for the first time in... well, years... the duo use some teamwork. Cortez pulls Static down, sitting out (as the name would suggest) with his Sitout Spinebuster. And he instantly rolls back out of the way, as Maddix leaps off the top, pumping his arms and legs as he comes down with a Frog Splash! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's some teamwork from Martial Law, although they're technically not Martial Law anymore. Jax tries to get in for the save, but yet again he's bumped off the apron and to the floor. This time he tucks his landing, figuring that if he can't get into the ring on his own means, he'll need a little help. Back in the ring, Cortez sets Static throat first over the top rope and hoists the legs up over his shoulders. Landon reads it and smiles... this tag teaming thing isn't that hard after all. Maddix lines up, hitting the ropes... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...AND GETTING A CHAIRSHOT TO THE SPINE!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Uh-oh, Johnny Jax lost his cool and that's gonna be a disqualification. COACH So much for out-wrestling them. Beat them with chairs, da's how we do! COLE Don't condone that Coach. Cortez hears the smack of steel on flesh and turns around to see Maddix laid flat out on the canvas, with Johnny Jax busy arguing with referee Charles Robinson. The bell has rung and it's clear the match is over. So, Cortez drops Static and takes a last look at Maddix, hurt, helpless and soon to be at the mercy of The GPX. And then, he realises he was only recruited for one match. And, seeing as that match is over. COLE Cortez is leaving...but, I don't think The GPX are finished here! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this match as a result of a disqualification... TODD CORTEZ AND LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MADDIX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Megan rushes around and pleads with Cortez to help as now Jax slides into the ring. With the match over, he's got no qualms about pitching Charles Robinson out to the floor, picking up the steel chair and encouraging Maddix to get back to his feet and take another taste of steel. But suddenly and against his better judgement, Todd Cortez is convinced to come back into the ring to make the save. *CRACK!* "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" He needn't have bothered, as he gets a chairshot right to the shoulder! COLE Jax is taking it to The Wildcards! A little taste of their own medicine. COACH It ain't about a match anymore! Johnny's taking it to these bastards, street style! Right on cue, the street style beatdown is cut short as out from the back pile dozens of officials and referees. They pile into the ring and quickly stop Jax from getting anymore shots in on either Cortez or Maddix, despite his and Scotty Static's best efforts. COLE Referees putting a stop to this. But later on, there'll be no-one to stop the chaos between The Usual Suspects and The Dead Precedents! COACH Man, this is ending really abruptly. COLE Yeah. Bummer. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 We now cut to the locker room where Reject is doing pushups. COLE And there is Reject! He's been within a hair of being a World champion, and tonight, he goes for the Heartland title in the Chamber of Hell! COACH And I think he could well sneak in the back door in this one, Cole! COLE And I'm being told PRL is having a talk with Popick right now. Let's cut to that! Oooh! Talking! The camera cuts to a close-up of Stephen Joseph Popick. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Finally. Finally. FINALLY. Tonight's the night. Tonight is the night you've been waiting your entire life for. 27 years in the making this night is, P.R. Tonight, you walk into the ring a man, but you walk out...a GOD! The camera zooms out to reveal Stephen Joseph Popick and "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican in The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd actually cheers! PRL is already in his wrestling attire, while Popick is holding his towel. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN Yes, I am great. Tonight is my night, Stephen. I can feel it! Tonight, I become the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion for the first time ever! And I can't wait! Stephen, when this match is over, we are gonna take The Lightning Crew and party till the sun comes up! HA! HA! POPICK Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Party hardy. Party hardy! PRL There's just one thing I have to ask you Popick. POPICK Sure, what's up? PRL Popick, under no circumstances, NONE, shall you throw in the towel tonight. I don't care what that jabroni does. Even if I am on the brink of death, Popick, for the love of God, DO NOT THROW IN THE TOWEL! POPICK Okay, P.R. Okay. I know not to throw in the towel. You're going to win this match. You are! You know why? Because... Popick holds his towel up. POPICK This towel is staying with me all night! THA PUERTO RICAN Good to know! POPICK Yes. And hey P? PRL Yeah, P? POPICK When you win the OAOAST Title tonight, you are going to give me the first title shot, right? RIGHT? You know, after everything I've done for you? PRL smiles. PRL Yes. Of course you'll get the first crack at it. It's apart of our deal remember? POPICK Yes. Yes. I remember. Speaking of which, you think we should get rid of the contract? PR NO! NO! NO! POPICK What? PR Don't get rid of it. You know...just in case. POPICK ...Oh. Yeah. Just...just in case. PRL Yeah. I mean, not that I'm NOT gonna win tonight...but....you know. Just in case. POPICK Yeah. Just in case. Don't wanna jinx you. But...just in case. Yeah. PR Yeah. POPICK Yeah. PR Yeah. P.R. and Popick look at each other. They both sigh. POPICK Want an apple? PRL Certainly. Popick goes to get PR an apple. The crowd cheers. Cut to an exterior of the Alamodome. The crowd cheers again. "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts playing. COLE We are live from the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas for OAOAST World Without End 2006! And tonight, we may see the crowning of a brand new World Heavyweight Champion when Tha Puerto Rican takes on Drek Stone in a Throw-In-The-Towel Match! And that's coming up later tonight! Back we go to catering, where those unlucky enough not to find themselves on the show have converged to watch the show. And stuff their faces with complimentary free food. But mainly to watch the show, which so far has been one hell of a show, even if I do say so myself, with many great matches already in the... ooh, is that chocolate cake? Excuse me. Mmm, good cake. Anyway, Biff Atlas and Flex Phillips are there for some reason. I don't know why. Man, this cake is goooood. FLEX I really don't think you should be eating that heart attack sandwich. BIFF (carrying giant burger) What? There's lettuce in here. Biff takes a huge bite out of the burger, which threatens to fall apart due to the mountain of filling. BIFF (with mouth full of food) Biff Pose: Flavour Country. FLEX Yeah. I still don't think that's healthy. You grow an extra chin and I'm gonna have to find another guy to market our NRG merchandise with. Nobody's gonna buy our Guava Lava Juice Drinks if they think it'll make them more attractive to giant walruses. Or, should that be walrusi? BIFF Relax, The Biff'll just stick a protein bar underneath the bun and it'll even itself out. FLEX ...hadn't thought of that. Touché. BIFF And besides, who are you gonna find to replace The Biff? Right on cue, Bohemoth strolls past, giving a cool nod to the NRG duo as he approaches the counter. His usual snappy suit is on and the orange tinted shades are being rocked. The only difference now is, Bo can set off the ensemble with the OAOAST 24/7 Championship belt. Bo makes his order from the window while Biff drops his burger with a big, special sauce smile. BIFF Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Flex nods and the two quickly approach Bo, the new 24/7 Champ turning around curiously... *WHAM!* ...and taking a right hand to the face from Biff! FLEX ...oh. Okay, that works too. NRG quickly pounce on their fellow muscleman, laying in the boots as referee Charles Robinson drops his pasta bazool and dives into action. The rest of the crowd of people do what crowds tend to do- they crowd around and watch the fight. Biff and Flex continue with the stomps, Biff taking another chunk out of his burger as he goes, before finally Flex assumes control and drags Bo back to his feet. A big right rocks Bo against a vending machine. In wades Biff with some more kicks, putting a little arrogant snap behind each one, until Bo fights back with a hard punch to the gut! Flex takes over with his own kicks, pinning Bohemoth against the vending machine, ignoring the fact that his partner is now choking on a mouthful of meat. BIFF (choking) Ach! Agg-uchh-ahach! ROBINSON DOES ANYBODY KNOW THE HEIMLICH!? For no reason whatsoever, "Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)" by Robert Palmer plays through the canteen, cutting to a wideshot as down the hallway in super slow-mo run The Love Doctors, their labcoats waving behind them like comic book capes! Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you Brushing past those stupid enough to be moving in regular speed (read: everyone but The Docs), Drs Pigley and Anderson make their dramatic entrance, skidding to a halt and RIPPING off their lab coats. DR. STEVEN Stand back... DR. PIGLEY ...I'm a doctor! Robinson quickly points out the problem to the heroic medical experts, who rush over...before noticing the 24/7 Champion being beaten down, shoving Biff to the floor and joining in the attack on Bohemoth! Luckily for Biff, he lands on the seat of a discarded chair, the blow to the stomach enough to dislodge the hunk of food lodged in his larynx. Trust me. It may not be hard science, but it's science damnit. "ONE!" "TWO!" Bo throws a shoulder up from the pinfall attempt by Pigley, Flex throwing the Doc away, but ignoring Anderson as he tries his luck "ONE!" "TWO!" Another kickout by Bo. In the meantime, Dr. Steven takes a head-first spill into the front of the vending machine, the power going out from the force while Dr. Max takes a cafeteria chair to the back courtesy of Biff! Biff takes Anderson by the head and over comes Flex, together NRG setting him up and dropping him down across a table with a Double Flapjack! The hard cafeteria table doesn't break like those puny wooden ones out under the ring, instead tipping over and giving Anderson another bump to nurse. Or doctor, I guess. *WHIP-TOOSH~!* NRG high-five, celebrating their show of power. But in the background, little do they realise that Dr. Steven Pigley has set up a chair and is now dragging himself up onto the top of the vending machine. Eventually someone in the faceless crowd points the perched doctor out to the muscleheads, Biff and Flex turning around... AND GETTING TAKEN OUT WITH A SOMERSAULT DIVE OFF THE VENDING MACHINE BY PIGLEY!!! "YYEEEEEAAAAHHHH!" The crowded catering area goes wild for the high-risk dive, all four men down as Bohemoth drags himself up. Brushing off his sharp tailored suit, Bo glances over at the carnage with little more than a slight grimace as he shakes his head. BOHEMOTH Nuts to this. And with that, Bohemoth is indeed on his way, strolling off as if nothing had happened, leaving behind him four bodies strewn across the catering area. COACH My God...any matches coming up soon?! COLE Yes! Peter Knight vs. Longdogger Pete is next! Let's get to it! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 Thunderkid is shown backstage punching at the air. COLE And Thunderkid getting some fists of fury ready, for the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell later tonight! COACH TK's been nearly unstoppable since AngleSlam, but this is his toughest task to date! COLE Well, anyway. Up next, ladies and gentlemen, is a grudge match that people have been waiting for all summer. It started at Battlebowl, continued on a beach in Miami and tonight, it ends here, possibly with one man saying goodbye to the sport. Let's go up to Michael Buffer. *DING DING DING* BUFFER This contest is scheduled for one fall and has no time limit. In this match, there will be no disqualifications or countouts! I've been defeated and brought down Dropped to my knees when time ran out Now is the time to change my ways..... "BOOOOOOOOOYeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The chorus of Metalingus kicks in as Peter Knight steps through the curtains. He looks around the huge Alamodome crowd as they let him have it (though some cheers are plainly heard), sneering at them with contempt as he begins the long walk to the ring. COLE Will this be the last time we will see this entrance in the OAOAST? Peter Knight has put titles on the line, but tonight he's putting it all on the line. BUFFER Introducing first, from Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. He is a former OAOAST X-Division, Tag team and World Champion and, if he is defeated tonight, vows to retire from the sport of professional wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen...PETERRRRRRRRRRR KNIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!! Knight climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes. His eyes sweep left and right, taking in the scene as flashbulbs pop all around him. He walks to his corner and begins to warm himself up as the music fades. "OH, MY GOD! INCREDIBLE SUPERSTAR!" *BOOM* A roar comes up as the pyro clears and smoke fills the entranceway. Longdogger Pete steps through it, walking with a purpose as now some boos come through the cheering. BUFFER And introducing his opponent. This 17-year veteran of the sport hails from Miami, Florida and weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds. Ladies and gentlemen....LONGDOGGERRRRRRRRRR PEEEEEEEEEEEETE!!!! "YeahhhhBooooooo!!!!" COLE In the few months time he's been with the OAOAST, Longdogger Pete seems to be the only SWF wrestler that has actually been somewhat accepted by these fans. COACH Key word being "somewhat", Cole. Listen to the boos; some of these fans still know the score and do not want one of the biggest stars in this company's history to have his last match here tonight. Longdogger focuses in on Knight as he walks up the ring steps to the apron. He swings one leg over the middle rope and bends to duck under the top rope, but Knight tires of waiting and rushes at LDP, smacking him with forearms to the back while pulling him into the ring. *DING DING* COLE And we're off! Knight continues to slam his forearm into the back of Longdogger's neck, but Longdogger stands upright, slapping Knight's arm away and rocks him with overhand rights, staggering him back a few steps. Knight blocks one of them and retaliates with punches of his own only to be blocked himself and tripped to the mat where Pete mounts him and fires off shots to the temple. Knight shoves him back onto his BUTT, but Longdogger remounts and switches his strikes to forearms, Knight's head snapping back after each one. Knight pushes him off again, but Longdogger simply gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and rams the point of his elbow into the back of Knight's neck. He covers. 1...but he barely gets one. COLE No feeling out process here, this is a FIGHT. Longdogger starts to pull Knight to his feet, but Knight punches him in the gut to break his grip and follows up with punches to the face that staggers him back into the ropes. Knight tries to shoot him off, but Longdogger reverses the whip, holding on to the arm and trying a shortarm clothesline, but Knight ducks under it, bounces off the ropes and catches Longdogger with a flying forearm. Knight quickly drags him up and shoves him into the corner, alternating forearms to the face with body shots before he digs his foot into the "Dogger's throat. Normally referee Nick Patrick would start a five count and order a break, but the rules leave him as a spectator as Knight pulls on the ropes for more leverage and LDP wheezes for air. Knight releases on his own and Longdogger slumps in the corner, coughing for air. Knight does not give him time to recover as he grabs his arm and whips him into the opposite corner, following him in with a hard clothesline, taking more air from his lungs. COLE Longdogger might be in trouble early here as Knight seems to be trying to disrupt his breathing because he knows that since Longdogger is nearly 15 years Knight's senior, he can't recover stamina as quickly as the younger Knight. Knight pulls Longdogger upright in the corner, ripping his t-shirt open to expose his bare chest. He rears back and...... *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Stings him with a knife-edge chop to the chest. *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Followed up by four more. COACH Damn, you could hear those in Mexico. Knight steps back, allowing Longdogger to stumble out of the corner a few steps before he stings him with another chop, knocking him down. Knight covers. 1........ 2..but Longdogger kicks out right after two. Knight pulls Longdogger up and grabs his leg, draping it on the middle rope and pulling up on the foot from underneath, torquing the knee. COACH There's what Knight was talking about, those reconstructed knees of Longdogger. That's his Achillies' Heel. Knight pulls at the straps of the brace, attempting to loosen it from the knee. Despite the rules, Patrick steps in, only to get shoved back as Knight continues to try and remove the knee brace. COLE Come on, he needs that! Longdogger grabs at Knight's hands, trying to pull them free. Failing that, he switches to a more direct approach with repeated forearms to the side of the head, knocking Knight back. Sneering, Knight turns back and grabs at Longdogger, but Pete bends over and pitches Knight over the top rope. Knight tries to land safely on the apron, but instead he manages to slam his back right into the edge of it before he topples to the floor. The groans of pain from Knight are plainly audible as he lays face-first on the floor, favoring his back. COLE I think Peter Knight might be injured here. That looked like a nasty spill. I think we have a replay ready. *A replay of Knight's fall is shown* COACH Oh yeah Cole, he hit his upper back right on the edge of the apron. This may be very bad for Peter Knight. Nick Patrick exits the ring to check on Knight with Longdogger following behind. Nick holds up a hand to tell Pete to stay back as Knight is now on his knees, grimacing in pain as he flexes his back. Patrick asks if he wants to stop the match, but the look he gets as an answer makes him regret he asked. Knight pushes him away and that's good enough for Longdogger, who pulls Knight up by the hair. Knight answers that with a thumb to the eye, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the barrier, but Longdogger reverses it, sending Knight back first into the retaining barrier. Knight groans in pain again and slumps against the barrier as Longdogger approaches. He grabs Knight by the back of the neck and tights and pitches him over the barrier and into the first row. COLE Longdogger looks like he's taking the fight into this Alamodome crowd. Actually, he's not because he stays on the correct side of the barrier. Instead, he walks over to the ring steps and pushes the top half off to the side. He takes the flat bottom half and drags it to the middle of the floor before reaching over to pull Knight up to his feet and throwing his arm over his head, looking for a suplex. The crowd reacts and stands as Longdogger hooks the tights, but Knight tries to fight out of it with fists to the gut. Longdogger lets go of the arm and pushes Knight's head down across the barrier, firing off stiff forearm after stiff forearm to the back, weakening Knight so that he can put him back into position, lift him up.....and suplex him back to ringside onto the ring steps! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COLE What a suplex! That impact must have jarred every single bone in Knight's body. Knight yells out in pain as Longdogger watches him writhe, the crowd half cheering, half booing his actions. COLE Longdogger Pete told me that brawls aren't typically his thing, but if he's put in one, he'll pull out all the stops. Longdogger pulls Knight slowly to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, following him in right after and going for a pin. 1....... 2........but Knight kicks out. Longdogger rolls Knight onto his stomach and stomps the back and shoulder area repeatedly and forcefully before he pulls Knight into a sitting position and applies a surfboard, digging his knee into Knight's back and pulling back on his arms. COLE Longdogger is smelling blood here; that back injury is going to severely hamper Knight's efforts to use The Knightmare, his patented finisher. Knight grimaces in pain as Longdogger digs his knee in further, the hard metal of his knee brace causing even more discomfort. Patrick asks and watches for Knight's submission, but every inquiry is answered by a violent shake of the head. An audible "P-K!" chant comes from the crowd, but is covered by an avalanche of boos. Knight grits his teeth and tries to gather every bit of strength he has to get to one knee, then to two, then up on one leg, then upright, struggling with Longdogger who still holds his arms. Knight spins so that he is facing Longdogger and grabs his arm, whipping him toward the ropes and catching him with a flapjack slam on the rebound, Longdogger's face bouncing off the mat. Knight rolls out to the outside and walks gingerly over to the timekeeper's area, shoving Buffer off his seat and claiming it. "BOOOOOOOOO!!!" Knight jaws with a couple of ringside fans as he folds the chair up and works his shoulders to try and alleviate the pain in his back before he slides the chair and himself back into the ring. COLE Knight's brought in an equalizer here. He is really suffering from that back and he wants to end this match right now. Knight brings the chair up and mutters "Come on" to himself as Longdogger gets to his feet, his back to Knight as he shakes the cobwebs out. Knight begins his swing as Longdogger turns......but it's a swing and a miss as Pete ducks at the last moment. The force of the swing spins Knight around and makes him drop the chair. Longdogger comes up from behind, scooping him up for a back suplex, but Knight manages to flip off his shoulders behind him....and chop blocks the right knee of Longdogger Pete, crumpling him to the mat in serious pain. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COACH What did I tell you, Cole? Those aging, rickety knees of Longdogger Pete will be his downfall tonight. LDP grits his teeth as he adjusts the brace of that knee and doesn't see Knight behind him picking the chair up again. Knight doesn't even wait for Longdogger to look this time...... *CRACK* And whacks him in the back of the head. Longdogger snaps forward on impact before collapsing to the mat. Knight slams the chair down and grabs the right leg again, pulling at the knee brace until he figures out how it is attached and ripping it off the knee, He holds it in the air, a cocky smile on his face. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COLE Come on, he needs that! Knight tosses the brace to the outside and goes to work on the knee, stomping it, yanking on the joint, draping the leg on the bottom rope and forcing all of his 265 pounds onto it, causing himself more back pain in the process, but that simply serves to enrage the former World Champion more. He picks up the leg and spins around with a spinning toe hold, torquing the knee before releasing it and applying it again. He releases once more, but this time when he spins around the leg, he brings the other leg up and slaps on a figure four leg lock! COLE Figure-four! I don't think I've ever seen Peter Knight use this move. COACH Shows that he's brought a completely different game now that his back is messed up. Longdogger shouts in pain as Knight leans back to apply more pressure. The crowd begins to stomp and clap to try and rally the SWF star (a rarity in this fed) as he begins to slowly slide over towards the ropes. The cheering intensifies the closer Longdogger gets. Longdogger reaches out.....and snatches the bottom rope. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Patrick orders a break, but Knight refuses, telling him "I don't have to do nothin'!" Patrick starts a five count, but Knight just mocks him, counting along in a dopey voice. "BOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Break the hold! COACH Knight is right, there's no disqualifications so Patrick can count to 5000 if he wants because he's just out there to count a pin or call a submission. Patrick also realizes this, so he decides to try another tact and forcefully untangles the legs of the two men. Knight, an angry look on his face, quickly rolls to his feet and gets in Nick's face, demanding an explanation. Nick explains that he was doing it to prevent serious injury to Longdogger, who now is dragging his right leg along the mat with a pained look on his face. Knight shows how much he thinks of that by shoving Patrick to the mat, browbeating him as Patrick scoots towards the ropes, begging off. COLE That's a fine. COACH Like he cares. He can pay it with his next OAOAST paycheck. Knight finishes giving Nick Patrick a piece of his mind and turns his attention to Longdogger. He grabs him by the hair and starts to pull him up..... *CHING* (© SWF) "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" But Longdogger retaliates with a low blow. Knight's eyes roll back as he crumples to the mat, holding the family jewels. Longdogger sits on the mat, pulling his knee pad back into position and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. He works the knee a bit to get some feeling back into it before hobbling over and picking up the chair. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Get that away from him, ref! COLE Like you said, no disqualifications. Longdogger, still hobbling on the knee but managing, waits until Knight goes to all fours, trying to get his breath back...... *CRACK* Before bringing the chair down right across his back. Knight collapses to the mat, but that isn't enough for the 'Dogger as he lifts up the chair and..... *CRACK* Slams it into the back again. Longdogger tosses the chair to the outside and looks to the corner. He walks over and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. COLE Longdogger's going up. When you have a bad knee, high-risk moves should be the last thing on your mind. Longdogger sits on top, adjusting his knee pad before he stands on the middle rope. He leaps.....and drives his left, still braced leg into the back of Knight with a legdrop! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Flying legdrop! COACH But look Cole, that might have finished Longdogger Pete as well! Indeed, Longdogger is rolling around on the mat in agony, clutching his right knee again. A replay of the legdrop is shown and it is clear that he jammed that knee a little when he landed. Patrick leans over to make sure Longdogger can continue. Longdogger uses the ropes to get to his feet and shakes his right leg, taking a few wobbly steps before collapsing into the ropes. Patrick asks if he needs help, but Longdogger waves him off, telling him "I'm ok." Satisfied, Patrick goes over to Knight to check on him as well. COLE It looks like Longdogger can continue here, but now both men have a pretty serious injury. I really don't think this match is going to last much longer. Longdogger drops down and slowly rolls Knight onto his back before going for a pin. 1....... 2........ 3! NO, Shoulder up! COLE Oh, that was nearly it! Longdogger pulls Knight up by the hair and rocks him with rights, backing him into the ropes before whipping him off, but Knight reverses the whip, but LDP reverses the reverse and sends Knight into the ropes, bending a bit on the rebound and using the momentum to pick Knight up for a military slam! COLE He has Knight up! COACH Look at the knee! The right leg of Longdogger shakes, the added weight of Knight being too much and Longdogger releases Knight as he drops to a knee. Knight lands behind him, spins him around, and hoists him onto his shoulders! COACH Here it comes! Longdogger tries to shake free and this time it is Knight's back that cannot hold the weight, forcing him to release Pete who lands on one leg behind Knight, spins him around, and hooks him for the Clogger! COLE Now Longdogger's going for the kill! Knight knees him in the gut and pushes Pete to the ropes, shooting him off. Longdogger nearly speed hops across the ring on the rebound and ducks a clothesline, bouncing off the opposite ropes and gaining speed. But Knight is ready for him, using the momentum to pick Pete up, spin him around.....and drill him into the mat with a Black Hole Slam! COLE BLACK HOLE SLAM! We've never seen Knight use that move! Knight immediately jumps on top and hooks the leg as Longdogger struggles to kick out. 1....... 2........ 3! COACH He got him! *DING DING* Longdogger kicks out a second too late and Knight rolls to his feet, briefly thrusting his arms into the air, but that causes a sharp pain in his back so he drops one as Patrick holds up the other as Metalingus plays. BUFFER LLadies and gentlemen, here is your winner, PETERRRRRR KNIIIIIIIIGHT! COLE Well, Knight has saved his job. But you got to give credit to Longdogger as well, he gave it his all and should have nothing to be ashamed of. Knight rests his arms on the top rope while he catches his breath. Nick Patrick helps a disappointed Longdogger to his feet, slapping him on the chest for props. Longdogger limps over to Knight and lightly taps him on the shoulder, causing Knight to whirl around. The two rivals stand face-to-face for a moment as the music fades, the crowd hushed as they anticipate what will happen next. Longdogger nods at Knight and offers his hand. COLE There's a classy guy. He just had a tough match and still is gracious enough to offer congratulations. Knight looks at the outstretched hand, then into Pete's eyes and then to the crowd who cheers for him to accept it. The camera zooms in on Knight's face as a smile begins to form ....but it isn't a friendly smile. COLE What's this? Knight begins to chuckle and brings his hand towards Longdogger's......before slapping it away. COLE Oh come on! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Knight cockily looks at Longdogger and raises his arms in the air, nodding slowly and smugly. He points to himself and says "Winner" before pointing at Longdogger with his thumb and forefinger shaped like an L and saying "Loser". COLE What a jackass. Knight gingerly steps through the ropes and goes to the floor as the music comes back up. He backs up the ramp with one arm favoring his back and the other in the air as we get a shot of a shocked Longdogger. We cut back to Knight as he continues to back up the ramp, taunting Longdogger as we fade. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 Cut backstage, where Alfdogg is talking to Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera. ALF No, I'll be fine, guys, trust me. PANTERA Are you sure? I mean, we're not busy tonight, we don't have a match. STRUTTER You're sure you don't need help? ALF YES, I'm sure. *Alf puts his hands on Strutter's left shoulder, and Pantera's right shoulder. ALF I got him. Pantera looks over at Strutter, and Team Canada shares a laugh, as the three men gloat in the locker room. COLE What's that supposed to mean, Coach? "I got him". COACH I have no idea. COLE No telling what Alf has up his sleeve, as he gets ready for the second Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! He won the first one last year at AngleSlam, a match Thunderkid and Reject were also a part of! Will that give him the edge here tonight? As "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" comes up over the PA system, it brings the frenzied crowd to a halt, as all of them return to their seats and take notice of the duo heading out, jeering them loudly as they step out before an arena full of fans here at World Without End. COLE This match...hell, why even bother saying match when we know what it's going to be...this FIGHT, a streetfight, is going to be contested without any rules or regulations put forth by the OAOAST. It's another chapter in the violent feud between Zack Malibu and The Wildcards, a chapter that took quite a turn when Leon Rodez decided to interject himself several weeks back, effectively reforming his World Tag Team Championship duo with Zack Malibu that was dubbed The Usual Suspects. With the team back together, the challenge was thrown out for Bruce Blank to pick a partner for this contest, and the man he selected was none other than a fellow Wildcard, and a man who became notorious for the havoc caused within other wrestling companies alongside Bruce Blank as a duo called The Dead Precidents. For the first time ever, one of the most popular tag teams in recent history will do battle with one of the most controversial, right here tonight! Bruce Blank and Bloodshed make their way down the ramp, not bothered in the slightest by the fan reaction that they're no doubt accustomed to. As they reach the ring, Michael Buffer has the "pleasure" of introducing them, although he doesn't appear to be happy to be amongst them. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the DREAM PARTNER STREET FIGHT here tonight at World Without End! There can be no count outs, no disqualifications, as it is ANYTHING GOES! Entering the ring at this time, they are known as Wildcards in the OAOAST, but tonight they revert back to a name made famous, some would say infamous, elsewhere. They are Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, THE DEAD PRECIDENTS~! More booing ensues, as Blank and Bloodshed circle the ring, with Bruce taunting fans and Bloodshed simply creeping people out with his stoic demeanor. As their music cuts, something much more upbeat signals the arrival of the opposition, despite the fact that the opposition is treating this as seriously as possible. Weezer's "Beverly Hills" is the anthem of choice for the fan favorite duo about to hit the ring, and the fans clap and stomp along with the beat, as both members of the team enter the arena. COLE Listen to the response, Coach! COACH Baby the heat is off the charts! It's gonna be a hot night with this crowd! BUFFER Their opponents, reunited for the first time in almost one year, are the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. A team made up of two of the most popular athletes in the OAOAST's short history, they are Leon Rodez and Zack Malibu...THE USUAL SUSPECTS~! With a deafening crowd reaction welcoming them, the reunited team of Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez steps out onto the ramp. The matching outfits aren't on the agenda tonight, as Leon and Zack are both dressed for the occasion this evening, with both clad in jeans, although Leon is repping the team with the old Usual Suspects T-shirt. Malibu, fists taped, glares towards the ring as the duo makes their way down the ramp. Zack starts powerwalking as Blank and Bloodshed wave him on, but Rodez jogs past his partner and keeps him at bay, preventing him from doing anything rash. The hesitation is enough to agitate Blank, who makes the mistake of throwing down his trademark barbed wire bat. Noticing this, the Suspects just nod at each other and charge down the ramp, with Zack outracing his partner by a wide margin. COLE HERE WE GO! As soon as Zack is near the ropes, Blank steps back, pushing Bloodshed forward to thwart the onslaught of the Suspects, as Bruce steps back and picks his weapon of choice up off the canvas. Zack is barely through the ropes when he's pounced on by Bloodshed, who takes him by the head and backs him into the corner, attempting to gnaw at his forehead! Rodez steps in and approaches Blank, who snickers at him while standing with his bat propped against his shoulder. Fearless, Leon approaches, but jumps back when Bruce swings wildly at him with the bat! COACH Leon Rodez has to be wondering what the hell he got himself into! Leon jumps back after another shot, dodging the lumbering redneck's attempts as best he can. Zack, meanwhile, responds to Bloodshed's attack by snaring him by the head and biting down on the skin above his eye, a tactic that worked well for him when he and Bruce Blank brutalized each other at Angleslam! Bloodshed flails his arms, trying to break free, but Malibu drives a knee into his ribs and then sends him out to the floor through the ropes, letting him crash to the ringside floor. With Bloodshed disposed of, Malibu charges up behind Blank and reaches over his shoulders, digging his fingers into Bruce's eyes and raking them back, blinding the big man and leaving him prone for Leon to hit a running kick to the nether regions, causing Bruce to drop his bat and drop to one knee! Malibu immediately picks the bat up, and while Bruce is rubbing his eyes trying to restore his vision, Zack pressed the barbed wire bat horizontally across Bruce's forehead, and starts raking it back and forth, forcing Bruce down onto his back while he kneels over him, slicing Bruce open with his own weapon! COLE We knew we weren't going to have to wait long for the blood to flow in this one, eh Coach? Seeing Bloodshed coming up by the apron, Leon charges and hits a baseball slide that knocks the other half of the Dead Precidents into the guardrail! Leon rolls out to the floor and grabs Bloodshed by the arm, hurling him across ringside and crashing into the guardrail yet again! As Michael Buffer and the timekeeper scatter, Leon approaches...but Bloodshed quickly fold up one of the chairs left behind and throws it at Leon, catching him square in the face with it! Rodez stumbles and falls away, catching himself on the apron, and now Bloodshed reaches into his boot, revealing a long metal spike that he clutches in his right hand as he comes behind Rodez and tries to drive it into his forehead! COACH He's tryin' to stab him, Cole! COLE Coach, after what we've seen go down between all parties involved tonight, I don't think you could find ANYTHING that would surprise me! Rodez grabs onto Bloodshed's wrist, trying to push the spike away as it gets dangerously close. Back in the ring Zack has discarded Blank's bat and has mounted his shoulders, throwing punches and elbows from the mount to stretch the open wounds even more and produce more bloodflow. Desperate, Blank tosses Zack off of him, but Malibu gets right back to his feet, pounding on Bruce's forehead some more as the big man manages to roll over and get on one knee. Again, he pushes Zack away, but Malibu keeps on coming...and this time the big man takes his big paw and uses it to grab something that he shouldn't be grabbing! COLE My God, look at this...he's literally squeezing the life out of Zack! COACH I don't care about chairs and spikes and bats anymore, Cole...that has to hurt more than any weapon these guys can produce! Malibu winces, the agony on his face apparent, as the big man pushes up with Zack's family jewels in his possession. Now on his feet, the sick redneck, who is chuckling underneath his crimson mask, picks Zack up off the canvas and presses him over head...walking by the ropes and then hurling him over the ropes...OVER THE GUARDRAIL...AND INTO THE FIRST ROW OF FANS, TAKING SEVERAL OF THEM OUT! COACH YO~! COLE BRUCE BLANK JUST THREW ZACK MALIBU INTO THE CROWD! HE THREW HIM RIGHT ONTO THE FANS! Chaos hits the ringside area, as now event staff and security rush the area, checking on fans and aiding the possibly injured or shaken up. Blank steps over the ropes and hops to the floor, then steps over the guardrail, blazing a path simply by offering a sadistic stare to those within striking distance. As they scatter, the camera cuts back to Rodez, who is still at the mercy of Bloodshed, who has dug the spike into his forehead and produced bloodflow. With the hand that is bracing Leon's head, Bloodshed digs his fingers into the cut, as if he's trying to rip the flesh off of Leon's head! COLE He's sick! SICK! Look at what he's doing to Leon Rodez! Rodez tries to force the hands away, and powers up to his feet, swinging around and then drilling Bloodshed across the face with a hard elbow shot, then taking him by the head and slamming the back of it against the metal ringpost! Rodez pauses, catching some of his blood in the palm of his hand, and then slaps Bloodshed across the face with the bloody palm, staining his cheek! He pulls Bloodshed up and rams him headfirst into the steel ringpost, then moves to the other side of it and grabs each of Bloodshed's wrists, pulling back so that Bloodshed careens face first into the post again without the ability to protect himself! Leon then picks the spike up off the ground and clutches it in his hand, then jabs at the forehead of Bloodshed with it, opening up his forehead as well! COLE We knew what this was coming into it, Coach. The same thing it's always been, ever since Zack Malibu and The Wildcards had their falling out. Ever since Bruce Blank and his boys decided to cross the line. We aren't witnessing a wrestling match here. We are witnessing a WAR! Blank, having slammed a steel chair down across Zack's back several times, and then tosses it away in the direction of the fleeing fans, picks Malibu up off the ground and off of his feet, crotching him on the guardrail. With Zack aching, Bruce steps back and fools with the waist of his dirty jeans, taking his belt out of the loops and folding it in half, cocking it back and snapping it across the back of Zack Malibu! *KEE-RACK~!* *KEE-RACK~!* COACH He's whippin' him! Blank taunts Zack, shouting "C'mon boy!" as he uses his strap as a whip, covering Zack's back with red welts the more he hits him. Malibu eventually falls lifeless, and gets shoved off of the railing by Blank...but before Bruce can do anything he looks up to see Rodez race across the apron and dive off, soaring over the railing with a bodypress that wipes Bruce out! COLE Thank God for Leon Rodez! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The crowd goes bananas after Leon's dive, and look on as the superstar rests on the concrete floor of the arena, using several precious moments to regain his composure before returning to the war at hand. At ringside, Zack Malibu staggers to his feet, but a bloody Bloodshed comes over and puts a halt to his recovery, quickly snapping him over onto the floor with a suplex! COLE Was that...did I just see a WRESTLING MOVE in this match!? COACH The OAOAST's got somethin' for everyone, baby! With Zack down, Bloodshed stands over him and then drops a knee into his forehead, staining his white garb with the blood of Zack Malibu. He then leans over Zack and takes the point of his elbow, driving it into Zack's temple and digging it it, driving quick and repeated elbows into Zack's head before getting up and reclaiming his spike from the ringside floor. He walks over to Zack and stands over him, but just as he's leaning in, Zack shoots an arm up and grabs a testicular claw on Bloodshed, halting the onslaught enough so that he can push up to his feet and take Bloodshed down with a hard STO, knocking the spike out of his grasp! Malibu then uses some good ol' fashioned right hands to assault his foe, bloodying up his nose with shots that would make any prizefighter jealous. Zack then drags Bloodshed to his feet and stands him up, then pushes him forward into the ring apron, cracking his ribcage against the hard supports of the ring. Bloodshed doubles over after the manuever, but Zack spins him around and drops low, hooking Bloodshed's waist and driving him backwards into the apron, cracking the small of his back against it! COACH They're goin' at it tooth and nail tonight Cole...LITERALLY! COLE You've been waiting all match to say that, haven't you? COACH ... After slamming Bloodshed against the apron, Malibu takes him and sends him for a ride into the steps, courtesy of an Irish whip. The impact sends the stairs flying, as Bloodshed bounces off of them and falls to the floor. With one member of the opposing team taken out by him, Malibu now moves towards the crowd, where Bruce as well as his own partner struggle to get back to their feet. Leaning over the railing, Malibu grabs Blank by surprise and traps him in a front facelock, holding him over the railing, while calling to Leon and telling him to grab Blank's belt while he's being held at bay. Dazed from the dive, Leon gets up slowly, but manages to get the belt. He comes over and throws Blank's flannel shirt and t-shirt up, exposing the bare skin of his back...and now Leon Rodez starts whipping away at Bruce Blank while he's held down by Zack! COLE Look at Leon! He's getting into this! The crowd roars as Leon Rodez earns his man points, strapping Blank numerous times without regard for the troublesome redneck. Malibu won't be letting go of Bruce anytime soon...at least that was the plan, until Bloodshed comes up behind him with a length of barbed wire, wrapping it around his head and pulling it tight, forcing the barbs of metal into his skin! COACH Where did he get that!? Malibu screams out loudly as he's pulled away from Blank. He falls to his knees as Bloodshed tightens the wire, further increasing the pain, then lets go and kicks Malibu in the back, sending him to the floor. As Zack rebounds from the tactic, Bloodshed stands over him and takes the barbed wire and begins wrapping it around his own fist tightly, drawing his own blood! After completing the task, he takes Zack and rolls him back into the ring, then follows suit. He picks him up and sets him on both knees, then starts peppering him with punches with his barbed wire covered fist, making Zack nearly unrecognizable under the blood that covers his entire face! COLE These guys are all going to need transfusions by the time this night is over! The canvas is soaked in red! Malibu struggles to stay up, but Bloodshed goes one further by taking his barbed wire wrapped hand, and decides to use an iron claw on Zack, again forcing the wire to rip him open! Zack grabs Bloodshed by the wrist, desperately trying to pry his hand off, while getting to his feet at the same time. He struggles, but as he brings Bloodshed in closer, he manages to kick him low, then takes him by the head and runs him towards the corner, sending him through the space between the middle and top turnbuckle, and runs him shoulder first into the steel post! Bloodshed goes limp upon impact, just hanging there, while Zack falls to one knee out of exhaustion, trying to wipe the blood away as fast as it pours out. He steps out to the apron and takes a moment to set Bloodshed up, then runs across the apron, delivering a running kick to the side of Bloodshed's head AGAINST THE RINGPOST! It's more than enough to rattle the Wildcard, and now his body simply hangs over the middle rope after having just been dropped with a knockout blow like that. Down at ringside, Leon Rodez returns from the crowd the hard way...that being courtesy of a Blank lariat that sends him over the guardrail. He's followed by the big man, but just as soon as Bruce is over the guardrail, Malibu dives through the ropes, connecting with a tope that flattens his foe! COLE ANOTHER big dive takes Bruce Blank out, and the Suspects continue to give as much as they take tonight! Malibu rolls onto his back, staring up at the lights, while Bruce is seeing stars. Leon is up and comes over to his partner, helping him to his feet, while Bruce struggles to gain the strength to get back to his. Together, the Usual Suspects haul Blank up off the ground and roll him into the ring. Zack rolls in, and strolls over to the barbed wire baseball bat, picking it up and holding it over his head, which draws a loud pop from the crowd. Bruce Blank starts to get up, unaware of what's coming to him... *WHAM~!* ...AND CATCHES HIS OWN WEAPON RIGHT IN THE GUT! COACH DAMN. Bruce drops to a knee, coughing and aching now. He powers up, but Malibu takes another shot, cracking him across the thigh with the bat, and having to tear it away from Blank's jeans as the barbs get caught! Zack takes another swing, but Bruce backsteps, causing Zack to whiff...then Bruce drills him with a big boot, knocking him down to the mat. Rodez, still on the floor recovering, hops up on the apron and springboards in, onto Blank's back...but finds himself carried over to the mat with a snapmare from the Southern sadist. The King of Pain, walking with a limp now, retrieves his prized posession and stalks Leon, who is getting to his feet just as Bruce reclaims his bat. Blank backs him up, and what Leon doesn't notice is he's being backed into a corner...the very corner where Bloodshed is starting to come to! COLE Leon Rodez is trapped between both Precidents, and Zack was knocked cold by that huge cowboy boot to the face! COACH Leon's gotta be regretting this now! Leon steps back, trying to remain aware of his surroundings while avoiding contact with the barbed wire bat. He backsteps, as Blank laughs during the stalking session. Bloodshed comes to and turns to see Leon within distance, and he grabs his shoulder and spins him around, quickly spewing BLOODMIST~! in his face so that he can't see the final assault coming... ...BUT LEON DUCKS, AND BRUCE IS THE ONE WHO TAKES IT~! COLE The more I see it, the more I hate it, but this time it backfired! After ducking, Leon bolts forward, running Bloodshed back first into the corner and opening up on him with jabs, beating him down to the ground! Bruce, having dropped the bat, is staggering blindly, while Leon charges into the corner and drives a knee into Bloodshed's face. He pulls Bloodshed up, but as a last ditch effort, Bloodshed takes his barbed wire covered hand and plants it over Leon's face, attacking him with an iron claw with it! Leon gasps in horror as Bloodshed grows wild eyed, trying to do his foe in for good. Blank has now wiped his face clear and can see what's going on around him...namely Malibu pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. Angrily, Blank charges and raises a boot, aiming a running kick at the recovering prep...BUT ZACK SIDESTEPS IT, CROTCHING BRUCE ON THE TOP ROPE~! Blank reels as he hits his sore spot, and Malibu grabs his leg and dumps him over...CAUSING BRUCE TO GET TANGLED UPSIDE DOWN IN THE ROPES~! COACH He's trapped, Mikey Cole! He can't go anywhere! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Bruce dangles, his ankle twisted inside the middle and bottom rope. He struggles to get free somehow, but can't do it, leaving Bloodshed all alone! Bloodshed forces Rodez down to his knees, keeping the claw firmly held...that is until Malibu CRACKS him with a SCHOOL'S OUT~!, dropping him to the canvas with Leon collapsing on top of him! The referee, who has simply been there to make the three count, gets in position for the first time this evening, as an exhausted Rodez lay atop Bloodshed. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE The first pinfall of the contest is the final one, and FINALLY Zack Malibu has managed to gain a measure of redemption on The Wildcards! COACH My man Leon Rodez manned up tonight, too! Ain't no way he could have been prepared for this, but he got the pin for the Usual Suspects, and stayed true to his boy Zack Malibu. As the fans rejoice, Zack helps his battered friend up, barely able to hold Leon up as he himself is exhausted. Referee Nick Patrick comes over and quickly raises the arms of both competitors, singnalling a hard fought win, as Zack and Leon embrace, pleased that their combined powers won out over The Wildcards. As they turn to exit, Zack stops for a moment and turns to notice Blank, still caught in the ropes and helpless. Malibu looks at his feet, having stepped up to Bruce's bat, and once again picks it up, slowly walking towards the ropes. COLE What...what's going on now? Zack has the bat once again, and Blank has nowhere to go! Zack steps out onto the apron and hops down to the floor, silently staring at Blank, who is cussing and cursing up a storm. Malibu stands still, emotionless...then pulls the bat back and swings...HARD...into the chest of Bruce Blank! Malibu releases his grip on the bat, and the barbed wire covered bat sticks to Blank, caught in both his shirt and skin as he hollers in agony. Somewhat satisfied, Malibu turns away and heads up the ramp, not bothering to turn back as Blank screams bloody murder. COACH He just cracked that cracka! COLE And I don't think it was a parting shot, Coach. I think that shot...that wasn't any final blow...that was a message to Bruce Blank by Zack Malibu to let him know that this is far from over! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) The crowd goes CRAZY as the lights go out and the Chamber lowers from the ceiling, showered by strobes. (The lights in the arena remain out through all the entrances, with only a light illuminating the ring and the entryway, unless otherwise noted.) COLE And it's time for the second incarnation of the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! Six men step into this demonic structure, completely encrusted with barbed wire, one man will walk out the OAOAST Heartland champion! *Cut to the back, where Brock Ausstin is shown emerging from his locker room.* COACH And here comes the champ! COLE Let's not wait any longer, let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Invitational Chamber of Hell match, for the OAOAST Heartland championship! Allow me to explain the rules. The six participants received their order of entry by way of random drawing, and in just a few short moments, I will introduce the four participants who will start the match inside the 8x5 steel cells. The cells will then be risen into the air until they reach the top of this chamber, whose roof stands 24 feet from the floor! Afterwards, I will introduce the two competitors who will start the match inside the ring. These two men will do battle for five minutes, at which point one of these cells will be lowered from the ceiling of the Chamber, and another man will enter the battle. This pattern will continue until all six men have entered the battle. Eliminations may only take place via pinfall or submission, and the one man remaining at the end of the match will be the NEW OAOAST Heartland champion! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER San Antonio, Texas...ARRRRRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADYYYYYYYYYYY????? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here at the Alamo, and the millions and MILLIONS watching around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The arena goes black, and Debonaire by Dope hits and boos fill the arena as Gunner Sharps makes his way down the aisle. He is wearing blue jeans and pushing a shopping cart filled with various weaponry. COLE And here comes the man who will enter the frey after everyone, due to having the best Beat-the-Clock time! BUFFER Introducing the first participant...hailing from Detroit, Michigan, and weighing in at 375 pounds...GUNNERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHARPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COACH The biggest man in the match, and the last entrant in the match! That's got to give him a big edge! The official opens the door for Gunner, who walks in and steps into his cell, taking his cart with him. COLE And obviously Gunner doesn't like to share! Gunner's cell raises to the top of the cage, and Renagade hits as the arena goes black again and the boos escalate. When the baseline kicks in, the entryway and ring lights come back on, and Reject makes his way out. He's attired in light blue jeans and ripped, sleeveless Yankee pinstripes. pushing a plastic garbage tote filled with weapons. COLE But I don't think Reject's going to have a choice! COACH Yeah, I don't know if that one'll fit in one of those cells! BUFFER From The Bronx, weighing in at 235 pounds...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! Reject pushes the tote into the Chamber, then digs out a stapler gun and a barbed wire bat, and takes them into a cell, which then raises up in the air. COACH A little's better than none, though! The arena goes black once again. Magnum Opus hits, and the boos hit their peak as Alfdogg walks through the curtains, in his normal ring attire, with a red sleeveless flannel. He has nunchucks hanging from each side of his pants, and is dragging a big camouflage bag behind him in his right hand, and what appears to be a case for a musical instrument in his left. He also is wearing a Dirk Nowitzki jersey underneath the flannel, which obviously doesn't sit well with the majority of the fans. COLE And Alf certainly not endearing himself to the fans in San Antonio! BUFFER Weighing in at 240 pounds...he is a former TWO-TIME Heavyweight champion of the WORLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! COACH What could be in those things, Cole? COLE Who knows with Alf...but I somehow doubt he's going to be practicing the tenor sax in his cell while he waits! Alf stops to take off his flannel, then removes the Nowitzki jersey and throws it out into the crowd. He then puts the flannel back on and goes into his cell with his equipment, and it raises to the ceiling. The crowd then goes NUTS as a cold, dark voice begins to speak the ungodly hymn over the loud speakers, as smoke begins to cover the entrance way. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits, and Brock Ausstin makes his way out, in his normal ring attire. BUFFER And from Victoria, Minnesota, weighing in at 305 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE And listen to the eruption from the fans in San Antonio! COACH So, now we know that it'll be Thunderkid and Colombian Heat starting us off! Brock, who came down unarmed, hands his belt to the referee, then goes into his cell, which is directly across from Alf's, and the two trash-talk one another from across the way as the cell is raised. COLE Brock came unequipped, but of course the wrestlers do have access to the items underneath the ring, and who knows what you'll find under there! BUFFER And now, ladies and gentlemen, let's introduce the two participants who will start the match in the ring! Gasolina by Daddy Yankee hits, and fire explodes around the entryway as Colombian Heat makes his way to the ring to a nice pop, pulling behind a cactus in a wagon. He is attired normally, except he has on black cargo pants instead of his usual basketball shorts. BUFFER Hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 180 pounds...COOOOOOOOOOLOMBIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!! COLE And perhaps the most impressive run of the six combatants in recent weeks was made by this man, Colombian Heat! Remember a few weeks ago in that big ten-man elimination match, he was able to score a pinfall on Alf, then last night, when we were live in El Paso, Heat scored a pinfall on Reject in a tag team match! I think this is really anybody's match to win! COACH Interesting choice of a weapon by Heat, I'll say that much for him! Heat rolls into the ring and poses on the second rope, as the crowd cheers. God of Thunder hits, and the crowd pops big time as yellow smoke fills the entryway, and yellow strobes hit Thunderkid as he makes his way through the smoke and to the ring. BUFFER And from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 250 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE And another guy who's been on fire since his big win over PRL at AngleSlam! TK is wearing a torn black T-shirt with black jeans. He has his fists taped, and is equipped with a kendo stick, as well as a chest protector which has thumbtacks sticking out in the front! COLE And of course, TK made good use of that one in the first Chamber match, which Alf and Reject were also a part of! TK enters the chamber, then slides into the ring and takes in the cheers of the fans as he stands on the buckles. An overhead shot of the Chamber is shown. COLE What a view, eh? COACH What, are you going Canadian on us now, too? TK and Heat stand across the ring from one another as the referee raises the belt in the air. He then takes it to the timekeeper and tells him to ring the bell. *DING DING DING* COACH This is it! COLE The most vicious match in the history of the OAOAST, back in its second incarnation! TK and Heat circle the ring, and tie up. Both jockey for position, before Heat takes TK to the mat with an armdrag! COLE Nice move by Heat, TK looks a little surprised! TK gets up and circles the ring once again, then the two tie up once again. After a brief struggle, TK tosses Heat right across the ring into a corner! Heat looks at TK for a second, then pops up and charges. TK sidesteps Heat, and sweeps his leg out from under him! Heat charges again, and TK picks him up in a PRESS SLAM~! COLE And TK showing off that power early! TK holds Heat for a few seconds, then slams him HARD down to the mat! Heat holds his back, then TK measures him and clotheslines him over the top to the floor! COACH And we're out on the floor already here! TK follows Heat to the outside, then reaches into the tote which Reject brought out, and pulls out a STOP sign. TK measures Heat, and SLAMS the sign right over his head! COACH Ooooh! COLE And that STOP sign with a THUD right over the head of Colombian Heat! TK then takes the sign and gets a running start, then puts it under his legs as he jumps in the air, and lands on Heat! TK tosses the sign down, then picks up Heat, and whips him into the side of the Chamber! COLE And Heat back-first into the barbed-wire and cage! TK approaches Heat slowly, but when he gets to him, Heat grabs his legs and trips him to the ground. COLE Oh, a slingshot, perhaps? Heat scoots away from the Chamber so he doesn't fall back on it, then delivers a SLINGSHOT, sending TK into the wall! COACH Yes! COLE TK goes with the momentum into the Chamber Wall! Heat then delivers a SUPERKICK to TK! COLE And already we've got blood, coming from the head of TK! Heat picks up TK and tosses him back into the ring, then grabs a chair from underneath the ring. He slides in and lays it across the face of TK, then backs up, and comes in with a quick legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE First cover of the match gets two, as Colombian Heat looking excellent in the early going, just over two minutes gone by! Heat picks up TK, and delivers a vertical suplex! Heat then points to the top rope, as the crowd cheers him on. COACH Heat's going up! Heat climbs up top, as TK reaches for the chair. Heat gets his balance, then leaps off, as TK lifts the chair, and Heat flies right into it! COLE And TK blocking the move with the steel chair! TK gathers his senses, then slides to the outside and grabs the cactus that Heat brought down. COACH He's going to use Heat's own weapon against him! Heat attempts a baseball slide, which TK sidesteps, then delivers a savate kick! TK rolls Heat back into the ring, then follows him. TK delivers a FALCON ARROW~! 1... 2... Kickout! TK slides out and pushes the cactus into the ring, then sets it up in the corner. TK picks Heat up, and whips him into the cactus! COLE And this time Heat into the cactus back-first! TK grabs the steel chair, then charges Heat and dropkicks it into him, smashing him into the cactus once again! COACH Oh, double whammy that time! TK scoops up Heat, and delivers a fallaway slam! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! TK drags Heat over to the cactus, and rakes his face on it! COLE And TK VICIOUS in his attack! COACH And we've got another one bleeding after that! COLE He got Heat good on that one! So, about four minutes into this thing, and already we've got two guys cut! COACH We're gonna add a third guy to the frey in about a minute, Cole! I can't wait to see who it is! TK tries to pick Heat up again, but receives a LOW BLOW~! for his trouble! Heat then pulls the chair over, and delivers a DDT! COLE And a DDT on the chair! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Heat picks up TK, and executes a RUNNING POWERBOMB~! COLE There's the Drive-By, as Heat looks to be setting him up here! 1... 2... Shoulder up! Heat whips TK HARD into the corner, and catches him with a HURRICANRANA on the way back! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up again! COLE And Heat really going for it here! Heat attempts an Irish whip, but TK blocks, then pulls him in for a clothesline! Both men are out of it, as the countdown begins... COACH Here we go, Cole! 10!!! 9!!! 8!!! 7!!! 6!!! 5!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!!! 1!!! BUZZ~!!! The lights go out in the arena, as a white strobe flashes uncontrollably around each cell, before stopping on Reject's cell! COLE And Reject will be the third man to enter the frey! The crowd boos as Reject's cell lowers, and he slides the door open and rolls into the ring with the bat in hand. COACH And Reject's going to feast on this! Reject measures Heat on the mat, and dives at him, driving the top of the bat into his forehead! COLE OH, and that bat right across the forehead of Colombian Heat! Reject measures TK, who has raised up to all fours, and drives the bat into his head, knocking him back down to the mat! Reject then kneels down, and digs the bat into the wound of TK! He then picks up TK, and delivers a snap suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject picks up Heat next, then wrings his arm and delivers a back kick, sending him to the mat! He then positions TK and Heat so the tops of their heads are touching together. He stands over them and poses, drawing boos from the fans, then goes to the top rope. COACH What's Reject going for right here? Reject positions himself on the top rope, then LEAPS OFF...but TK and Heat both move out of the way, and Reject lands right on his ass! COLE Reject was trying to hit both TK and Heat with legdrops, but both men able to dodge that bullet! Reject slowly gets to his feet, and walks right into a right hand from Heat! He staggers back, and takes one from TK! COLE And it's the ol' pinball effect right now! Reject going back and forth! Both men deliver another right hand each, then Heat takes Reject down by the legs, and positions him for the cactus, which is still in the corner! COACH Oh, no! BLOCK IT, Reject! Heat delivers a slingshot, sending Reject flying into the cactus! Reject puts his arms across his chest, then turns around to catch a bat shot to the head from TK! COLE And Reject takes the bat to the forehead, and I think that'll make three bloodied individuals in this match! COACH Yep, it's coming out already! Heat grabs the cactus out of the corner, while TK hammers on the forehead of Reject, then starts to bite him! He then stands up and drives an elbow into the sternum, before Heat lays the cactus on top of him. COLE TK and Heat appear to be setting something up here! COACH This isn't right, Cole! TK and Heat are obviously both working together against Reject here! Heat then grabs the STOP sign and lays it on top of the cactus, as TK stands in the corner. Heat then goes to the top behind TK, as the crowd starts to buzz. COACH What are they DOING? TK and Heat join hands, and Heat jumps as TK guides him ON TOP OF THE STOP SIGN AND CACTUS AND REJECT~!!! COLE OH MY GOD!!! Can you imagine the pain going through Reject's body right now? Reject squirms on the mat, as Heat celebrates his feat, before getting leveled with a BICYCLE KICK~! from TK! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH And TK and Heat right back at it again! TK picks up Heat, who blocks a right hand, then a left hand, then delivers a dropkick to the knee! Heat then sets up an Irish whip, but TK reverses. Heat floats over and around TK, and delivers a DDT! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE Great move by Heat there, but TK just able to get the shoulder out! Reject has slid to the outside, and is going underneath the ring. He comes out with a ladder! COLE And Reject is bringing the ladder into play here! Reject slides the ladder into the ring, as TK and Heat continue to slug it out, then picks it up and rams the top of it into Heat's head! He then swings it around and clotheslines TK with it! COACH And he's putting it to good use! Reject then rams the ladder into the midsection of TK on the mat, as Heat gets up. Reject measures Heat, and tosses the ladder at him, with the top drilling Heat in the forehead once again! COLE Wow, what shots Heat took right there! Reject goes to the outside once again, this time to his tote. He digs around carefully, and pulls out a BARBED WIRE BOARD! COACH Oh my goodness...this just gets better and better! Reject slides the board into the ring, then slides into the ring himself. He lays the board down, then tosses TK out of the ring. He waits for Heat to get up, then gives him a foot to the gut, setting up the PITCH BLACK~!!! However, Heat spins out, hooks Reject, and lifts him for the COLOMBIAN NECKTIE~!!!111 COACH OH NO, not on the board! Heat delivers the COLOMBIAN NECKTIE ON THE BARBED WIRE BOARD~!!! COLE ...this is UNBELIEVEABLE~! Crowd: HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! As Reject writhes in pain, Heat nails TK on the floor with a TWISTING PLANCHA~! COLE Great move by Heat, but I think he's missing the boat here! COACH That's right, he should have went for the pin on Reject right there! Heat tosses TK back inside, and sets up a suplex, but TK goes behind the back, and executes a GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE BOARD~!!! 1... 2... NO!!! Heat escapes, as the count begins... COLE And who's our 4th man? 10!!! 9!!! 8!!! 7!!! 6!!! 5!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!!! 1!!! BUZZ~!!! The lights go out, and the light flashes on the cells again, this time stopping on Alf's cell! The crowd boos loudly. COACH Uh-oh! It's serious now! COLE It's Alfdogg, two-time World and Heartland champion! Alf is seen putting gloves on as his cell lowers. When the cell gets to the floor, he hides the case under the apron, then slides in with the bag. He reaches in and pulls out a dodgeball. COLE What's this? Are we about to have a dodgeball game break out or something...sit down! The camera briefly flashes to the announce booth, where Coach is standing and waving his arms. COACH Pick me! Pick me! COLE SIT DOWN! I was just joking! Alf then pulls a mini-torch and a small gasoline can out of the bag, as the crowd starts to buzz again. Alf douses the dodgeball, then SETS IT ABLAZE! COACH Oh my God, it's like a big fireball! COLE Those gloves obviously flame-proof that Alf has on... Alf hurls the dodgeball at TK, who's just getting up, hitting him right in the back! TK sinks to the mat and arches his back off of it, and Alf lights up another one as Heat gets to his feet next. Alf waits on him, then dribbles the flaming ball between his legs and throws a chest pass at Heat, hitting him in the sternum! As attendants spray down the balls, Alf hits a SUPERKICK~! on Heat! Reject waits on the top rope, and drops a Macho Man elbow~! Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And Colombian Heat has been eliminated! A spectacular effort in this match, but Colombian Heat is the first to go! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st elimination: Colombian Heat eliminated by: Reject (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reject poses for the crowd, drawing boos, as Alf lights up a third ball, and as Reject turns around, bounces it lightly right off his face! Reject holds his face, then Alf grabs his legs out from underneath him, and applies the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE Alf with the Sharpshooter on Reject, after Reject just finished off Heat! Reject screams in pain, as Alf sits back on the hold. The referee asks if he wants to give it up, and Reject says no and scoots towards the ropes. As he approaches them, Alf pulls him back out to the center! COLE And Reject back out to the center of the ring! COACH He won't give up! Reject continues to yell in pain, as TK gets to his feet, then delivers a BICYCLE KICK~! to Alf, breaking the hold! Reject scoots over to the side of the ring, then grabs onto the ladder. TK hammers away on Alf in the corner, then attempts an Irish whip, but Alf blocks, and pulls TK in for an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Reject sneaks to a far corner, and sets up the ladder. COLE And Reject wrestling very smart right now, picking his spots! Alf and TK continue to slug it out as Reject climbs the ladder, and when the time is right, Reject flies off with a FLYING BODYPRESS~! COACH Wow! COLE Reject HIGH in the air! Reject tries to cover both men! 1... But both men shove him off with ease. Reject pops up and stares both men down, and the three men inch closer to one another. They all start taking shots, Reject hits Alfdogg, Alfdogg hits TK, TK hits Reject! COLE And it's truly every man for himself in there right now! Eventually, Reject hits a knee to the gut of TK, then delivers a gutwrench suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH Ha, once Alf saw the two of them start battling it out, he stepped to the side and let them have at it! Alf steps to the outside, and goes under the apron. He grabs out a TABLE, and sets it up parallel with the main door of the Chamber on the side facing the aisleway! Alf then grabs a second table, and sets it up o top of the other! COLE And obviously Alf has a plan here should the time arise! Alf climbs in as both TK and Reject are slugging it out, and delivers a LOW BLOW to Reject from behind! TK starts to slug away, then attempts an Irish whip, but Alf reverses, leapfrogs TK, then pulls a nunchuck out and catches him in the midsection! Alf then delivers a shout to the back, as the crowd boos. Alf then picks up TK, whipping him into the ropes, and delivering a Hart Attack clothesline! Alf sits and applauds himself, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up TK, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~!! Alf follows that with the WHIPLASH~!!! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE Alf setting up for the Five-Star Alf Splash, as the champ is about ready to make his entrance! 10!!! 9!!! 8!!! 7!!! 6!!! 5!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!!! 1!!! BUZZ~!!! Edited October 2, 2006 by NYU Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 Alf stops and stares at Brock's cell, as the lights flash around and land on it! COACH Here comes the champ! Brock's cell lowers, and he slides the door open and climbs into the ring. Alf pounces immediately! COLE And here we go! Brock vs Alf! Alf hammers Brock, who fights his way up, and begins to exchange punches with Alf! Brock gets the better of the exchange, then grabs him by the arm and pulls him in for a clothesline! He follows that up with a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE And Brock Ausstin on a roll! TK approaches Brock, but gets knocked to the mat after a forearm shot to the jaw! Brock then picks up TK in a PRESS SLAM~! COLE And showing off the power! Brock holds TK, until Reject slides into the ring, and Brock tosses TK right on top of him! Brock yells out to the crowd, which is going CRAZY~! COLE And the fans loving this brutal action! As Brock sets the cactus up in the corner, the camera switches to show a shot from Gunner's cell. COLE And as Gunner Sharps waits to enter the frey, a tremendous shot from his cell atop the cage! COACH Brock's setting the cactus back up, Cole! Brock picks up Reject, then picks him up for an atomic drop, as the crowd begins to buzz. COACH Oh no... Brock carries Reject over to the corner, and sends him CROTCH-FIRST INTO THE CACTUS~! COACH *groans* The camera gets a close-up shot of Reject's pained expression, before he falls down to the mat with his feet hooked under the middle rope. COLE And Reject's taken some tremendous punishment in this one, they all will have before this one's over! TK grabs a chair wrapped in barbed wire from Reject's tote! He slides into the ring, and awaits Brock to turn around, before blasting him over the head! COLE And what a shot by TK with that chair, this time wrapped in barbed wire! COACH And Brock's bleeding already, but he's still on his feet! Brock is staggering, before TK delivers another shot, sending him through the ropes to the floor! TK then goes to work on Reject, still on the mat, as Alf has pulled the big ladder from underneath the ring! COLE And that's the super-sized ladder that Alf has! That ladder is 12 feet high, the others are eight! Alf slides the ladder into the ring, and sets it up in the corner. He then approaches TK, who tosses the barbed-wire chair to him, and delivers a BICYCLE KICK~!, sending it back into his face! COLE And now it's Alf tasting the barbed wire! TK covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COACH And Alf's cut, as well now! Reject gets to his feet, and delivers a PLANCHA~! to Brock on the outside! He hammers away on Brock's head, as TK delivers a slam to Alf. COLE And TK staying on Alf. TK grabs the cactus, and lays it down on the mat, then lays Alf on top of it. COACH And what could TK be going for here? TK makes his way over to the corner, and climbs to the top rope, then starts climbing the big ladder. The crowd buzzes, but Alf slowly comes to, then notices TK climbing. Alf grabs the smaller ladder and sets it up sideways in front of the bigger one, then starts climbing to meet him. COLE And Alf's ready for it! Camera cuts to the outside briefly, where Brock reverses an Irish whip, sending Reject into the Chamber wall! COACH And Reject still being punished on the outside! Brock stomps away, as the camera quickly cuts back inside, where TK and Alf exchange blows on the ladders. TK has stepped over his, and tries a kick to the head, but Alf catches it, then reaches up and delivers a shot to the nuts! COLE And TK stunned up there! Alf moves over to TK's ladder, then hooks him for a suplex as the crowd buzzes. Alf reaches underneath, and tosses TK over OFF THE BIG LADDER, OVER THE SMALL ONE AND ONTO THE CACTUS~!!!!! C/C Alf falls the other way, landing on his back on the canvas and pulling the ladder down onto the ropes. TK rolls over, and the cactus is actually STUCK TO HIS BACK, drawing an extra groan from the crowd as he hastily pulls it off. The crowd begins to chant once again. HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! COACH This is an AMAZING CONTEST~! Both men stir as the chant continues, but Alf slowly rolls to the outside. He grabs his mysterious case. COACH Well, we're about to find out what's in that thing, Cole! Alf sets it in the corner, then rolls into the ring and lays it on its side. He opens it up, and grabs out a LIGHTTUBE~! COLE Uh-oh... Alf flips the tube over in his hand, as the camera shoots the case to show several more lighttubes inside! COLE That must be Alf's lighttube carrying case! COACH Straight from the Sandman9000 Christmas catalogue! Alf holds it in his right hand and brings it up and down in his left hand, to show he means BUSINESS. When TK gets up, he receives a LIGHTTUBE RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! Alf staggers over to the ropes, using them to hold himself up, as Brock rolls back inside and hammers away at him. COLE And now the champion, Brock Ausstin, re-entering the frey! Brock knocks Alf to the mat with a European uppercut, as Reject rolls back into the ring. Brock grabs the barbed-wire chair, and delivers a STIFF shot to the back of Alf! COLE And barbed wire to the back of Alf! Reject grabs the chair from Brock, then jams it into his gut! Reject sets up Brock, and plants him with the PITCH BLACK~!!!111 COLE And Reject with the PITCH BLACK on Brock! Reject covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Brock gets a shoulder up! COLE And Brock kicking out of the PITCH BLACK! COACH I can't believe it! Reject backs off, then charges Brock, who backdrops him to the floor! Brock drops to his knees, and the countdown begins. COLE And Gunner Sharps about to become the final entry! 10!!! 9!!! 8!!! 7!!! 6!!! 5!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!!! 1!!! BUZZ~!!! Gunner's cell lowers, as he grabs his cart, then slides the door open and pulls it out behind him. He tosses a trash can into the ring, which contains various weapons, including a kendo stick, which he grabs and hammers Brock on the back with! COLE And Gunner Sharps wasting no time going to work on Brock Ausstin! He'd love to pin Brock, and would love to win this match and pick up his first OAOAST championship! Brock rolls across the ring, and Gunner backs into the ropes, and charges at Brock with a BIG BOOT~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Gunner gets up, then picks up Brock and tosses him to the outside. He hammers on the back, then grabs a couple road signs out of his cart, rendering the cart empty. He then picks up Brock, and dumps him in the cart, then starts at one side of the ring, runs and pushes the cart into the steel steps! Brock is dumped from the cart in a heap on the floor. COLE Oh, and that shopping cart, containing Brock Ausstin, right into the steel steps! Gunner stays on Brock on the outside, as Alf tosses TK to the floor. He sets up TK and whips him into the steel post! COLE TK posted on the outside, he's at the biggest disadvantage, he's been out there since the start! Alf sets up TK on the two tables he set up earlier, then rolls into the ring and sets up the big ladder. The crowd buzzes. COACH Alf about to take a HUGE risk here! Alf starts to climb, as TK stirs on the tables. As Alf is almost to the top, Reject slides in and pushes the ladder over, and Alf goes flying high into the side of the cage...and, as TK rolls off, Alf FALLS BACK THROUGH THE TWO TABLES~! COACH OH MY GOD. COLE And boy, did it take its toll! Alf is shown laying in the table wreckage, as the crowd again chants. HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! COACH Did Reject call "bank" on that one? Reject hammers away at TK as he rolls back into the ring. Meanwhile, Brock has taken over on Gunner, and is raking his forehead across the Chamber wall! COLE Meanwhile, Gunner joins all the other participants in their bloodshed! Brock tosses Gunner back into the ring, then follows, and hammers away on him in a corner. TK hammers Reject in an opposite corner, then both stop, and whip the two men across, as Reject bounces off of Gunner and goes down! TK and Brock then join in a double back suplex on Gunner! COACH More teamwork with these guys! This isn't fair! Brock celebrates, but TK grabs him and delivers a belly-to-belly! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE And just like that, TK and Brock going at it with each other, after they had just joined forces to take out Gunner and Reject! Brock and TK hammer it out on each other, with Brock getting the better of the exchange. He whips TK into the ropes, but TK ducks a clothesline, then both men clothesline each other! COLE And a double clothesline, both TK and Brock out on the mat! Reject slowly gets to his feet, and picks up Brock. He executes a Northern Lights suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! Gunner grabs TK, and sets up the ALL GUNS BLAZING~!!! COLE And Gunner looking to finish TK here! Reject picks up Brock again, who uses a BELLY-TO-BELLY to take him right over the top to the floor! Gunner has TK up, but TK counters to a HURRICANRANA~! Gunner staggers right up to his feet...and onto Brock's shoulders! COLE Oh, this could be it for Gunner in a hurry! Brock positions Gunner...and delivers the F-STUNNER-5 ONTO THE BARBED-WIRE BOARD~! COACH Onto the barbed wire! Brock hooks the leg... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And Gunner Sharps has been eliminated! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd elimination: Gunner Sharps eliminated by: Brock Ausstin (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brock's celebration is cut short, however, as TK sneaks up from behind and delivers a GERMAN SUPLEX~! 1... 2... NO! Brock kicks out! TK grabs a railroad crossing "X" sign which Gunner had tossed into the ring from his cart, and works on disassembling it. Reject rolls into the ring, then approaches TK just as TK pulls it apart. Reject snatches one of the pieces from him, and whacks Brock on the back with it! And TK follows suit! TK then looks up at Reject, and nods. COACH Oh, look at this teamwork! COLE The former tag team, working now to get rid of Brock here! Reject positions the barbed-wire board, as TK sets up an Irish whip. Once the board is in position, TK whips Brock across, then he and Reject perform a double drop toe hold, sending Brock FACE-FIRST into the board! COLE And Brock face-first into the barbed wire! COACH And this is vintage TK/Reject teamwork here! Brock is doomed! Alf stirs on the floor, as TK picks up Brock. COLE And Alf just now coming to after going through those tables! TK lifts Brock in a hangman's hold! COACH Uh-oh, it's that move again! Reject measures Brock, and delivers a big roundhouse kick! Reject then poses, as TK grabs a lighttube from Alf's case...then spins Reject around and blasts him with it! COLE COACH Well, DTA in this match! TK drops to his knees, and covers... 1... 2... NO! Reject gets his shoulder up! TK picks up Reject, and delivers a FALLAWAY SLAM~! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up again! As Brock gets to his feet, TK slaps Reject around in an attempt to revive him! COACH What is TK doing now? TK hooks Brock from behind, as Reject gets to his feet...then lifts him...for the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 COLE Oh, the THUNDEROUS REJECTION! COACH Wow, that one really takes me back! Reject then hammers away on TK, before attempting an Irish whip. TK blocks, and gives Reject a foot to the gut, setting up the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 However, Reject spins out of the front facelock, and drops TK with the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE EULOGY! COACH TK is out of it! And so is Reject, as three men are motionless on the mat. Alf slowly climbs on the apron, and starts to make his way to the top rope. COLE And there's one man standing! Alf gets his balance on the top rope, then drills TK with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And that's it for TK!!! Another spectacular showing on his behalf, he's really been hot lately, but it's not enough tonight! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd elimination: Thunderkid eliminated by: Alfdogg (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE So now we're down to three men. It's Brock Ausstin, Alfdogg, and Reject! One of these men will walk out of here the OAOAST Heartland champion! Alf picks up Reject, and delivers a snap suplex! He follows it up with a snap legdrop, then covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Alf then measures Brock, and decks him with a SUPERKICK~! COLE And Alf keeping both men at bay here! Can Alf win his third Heartland championship here tonight? Alf goes up to the top rope, then waits for Brock to get up, and hits him with a MISSILE DROPKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Alf then gets up as Reject is getting to his feet, and starts talking to him. COLE Alf having a confab with Reject here now... COACH What could they be saying? Alf points at Brock, then points at Reject and back at himself. Reject nods in approval, then he and Alf go after Brock. COLE And now it's Reject and Alf joining forces here! Reject lays in kicks, as Alf picks him up. Alf holds him from behind, and Reject delivers kicks to the midsection, then a savate kick! Brock drops to the mat, then Reject and Alf join together and deliver a double suplex! Alf covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject then drops down and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Consecutive covers by both men, unsuccessful! Both men stare down at Brock for a second, then Alf grabs another lighttube, blasting Brock in the back of the head with it! Brock goes through the ropes to the floor. Alf celebrates, then Reject spins him around and delivers the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE Another EULOGY~! 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! Alf gets his foot on the rope! COLE WOW, golden opportunity for Reject there, but Alf just TOO CLOSE to those ropes! Reject slaps the mat in furstration, then picks up Alf, and delivers a snap suplex! Reject then hops to the middle rope, jumping off and driving in an elbow! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE These two have had some tremendous battles over the last few months, including the Great Angle Bash, where Reject was ALMOST crowned the Heavyweight champion of the World! Reject picks up Alf and attempts an Irish whip, but Alf reverses. Alf goes for a tilt-a-whirl, but Reject spins through and lands on his feet, then scoops Alf up for a Tombstone! COACH Could be a Tombstone here! Reject holds Alf, but Alf struggles and turns the move over! COLE But no! Alf turns around, and plants Reject with a TOMBSTONE~! COLE It's Alf who converts on the Tombstone piledriver! Alf positions Reject, then climbs to the top rope. COLE And Alf looking to finish Reject off here! Alf gets his position, then delivers the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! Reject GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! COLE TWO-COUNT??? COACH I can't believe it! Alf complains to the referee, grabbing him by the collar, then releases him and stares down at Reject, with his hands on his hips. COACH He just...I don't think ANYONE's ever kicked out of that! Alf measures Reject, then scoops him up, setting up the EMERALD FUSION~!!!!!11111 COLE Alf going for the Emerald Fusion here, we haven't seen him use this in a long time! COACH In fact, the last time was when he won the first Chamber of Hell match with that very move! Reject struggles, and goes behind the back, then pushes Alf into the ropes, who bounces back and collides with Reject! COLE And I think they collided heads right there! Alf falls out to the apron, as Reject slowly gets to his feet first, then hits a SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK, sending Alf off the apron into the Chamber wall! COLE And Alf eats the barbed wire once again! Reject celebrates, and the crowd cheers, as Reject doesn't know that Brock is on his feet behind him! Reject turns around, and is right in Brock's face! COACH Oh, no! Brock delivers a foot to the gut, then lifts Reject, and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE Will THIS be enough to keep Reject down? 1... 2... 3!!! COACH NO! COLE YES IT WILL!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th elimination: Reject eliminated by: Brock Ausstin (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alf gets up to his knees on the outside. COLE And we're down to two! It's Brock Ausstin against Alfdogg! Brock gets to his feet, and stares down Alf, who stares back up into the ring still on his knees. COACH This is what it had to come to, Cole! Alf slowly gets to his feet. COLE Both men wearing the crimson mask...Alf's shirt was white at the start of this match, Coach, believe it or not! COACH This is fantastic! Alf climbs onto the apron, having not taken his eyes off Brock. He then puts one foot through the ropes, before stepping through quickly, and going after Brock! COLE HERE WE GO! Alf and Brock trade blows, and once again, Brock wins. Brock whips Alf HARD into the corner, then catches him with a BIG backdrop! Brock yells out to the crowd, which lets out a loud yell, then whips Alf into the ropes, and delivers a tilt-a-whirl slam! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Brock picks up Alf, and tries to apply a full nelson, but Alf delivers a LOW KICK~! Brock is doubled over in pain, as Alf grabs the barbed wire bat, and drills Brock right between the eyes! Alf then drags Brock out, and applies the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE And Alf hooking the Sharpshooter! COACH Alf wants to end this by making Brock give it up, it appears! COLE No chance! No quitters in this match! Brock screams in pain, as he pushes up, and tries to scoot to the ropes. COLE Brock trying DESPERATELY to reach out and grab something! Brock scoots to the ropes. After a couple pushes, Alf pulls him back out to the center! COACH Ohhh yeah! Get ready, for the new champion, Cole! Alf sits back on the hold, as Brock still refuses to give up! Brock begins to fade, but gets one last surge of adrenaline! COLE And Brock coming back once again! Brock gathers his strength, and makes it over to the ropes! COLE And he got to the ropes! No new champion yet, Coach! Alf releases the hold, then waits for Brock to get up. Alf delivers a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COACH But it's coming, Cole! Starting now! Alf picks up Brock, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~!! Alf then picks Brock up slowly, and goes for the WHIPLASH~!!!, but Brock slips behind the back. He then spins Alf around, delivers a foot to the gut, and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE BROCK HIT IT!!! But he can't cover! Brock is too out of it to make a cover. Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds, before Brock starts to stir. He drags himself over to Alf, and drapes an arm over... 1... 2... ... NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! COLE A FRACTION of a second away! Brock just didn't have the strength to cover in time! Brock rolls to his back and puts his hands on his head for a second, then gets to his feet, as Alf slowly gets to his. Alf goes to the eyes, then motions to the back. COLE And Alf just gave a signal to the back, but no one's getting in this thing, forget it! Brock delivers a knee to the gut, then picks Alf up, turns, and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster! The crowd is oohing and ahhing, as the camera cuts to the entryway, to show a GIGANTIC man making his way down the aisle to the ring? COLE OH MY GOD... COACH What the hell is that? COLE Well, he came out after Alf made that motion to the back... Brock hooks Alf in a SHARPSHOOTER~!, as the mammoth man is approached by an official, who he knocks to the floor cold with a simple backhand! COLE Oh my goodness, he just manhandled that official! The man then grabs the Chamber door, barbed wire and all, and RIPS IT RIGHT FROM THE HINGES! C/C He tosses the door to the side, then climbs onto the apron, steps over the top rope, and grabs Brock from behind in a chokehold! COLE I...this must be who Alf was talking about earlier when he said "we got him!" COACH But WHO IS HE? The man delivers a headbutt from behind, dropping Brock in a hurry! COACH Look at him manhandle Brock Ausstin! Unbelievable! He grabs Brock around the throat, and delivers a CHOKESLAM~! The man slaps himself on the chest, drawing boos, then picks up Brock and whips him into the corner, delivering an AVALANCHE~! COLE And Brock CRUSHED in the corner! This man has got to be well over 500 pounds, Coach! COACH Well over 7 feet tall, to boot! The masked man picks up Brock on his shoulders next, then spins him around into a Boss Man Slam! COLE And what a move that was! Alf crawls over towards Brock, as the masked man stands over them. COLE Oh no, don't tell me this is how it ends! Alf drapes an arm over Brock... COLE KICK OUT, BROCK! 1... 2... 3!!! COACH YEAH!!! COLE DAMN IT!!! *DING DING DING* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th elimination: Brock Ausstin eliminated by: Alfdogg (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER The winner of the contest...and NNNNNNNEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heartland champion...ALFDOGG!!!!! COLE I can't believe this! Alfdogg has won the Heartland title for the third time, thanks to this, this MONSTER is the best I can put it! I'm sure this Thursday on HeldDOWN, we'll be hearing more about this guy! COACH *clapping* Whew! That was unbelievable, Cole! What an incredible match! The masked man helps Alf up, as Team Canada runs into the ring to celebrate. The referee hands Alf the belt, and the masked man hoists Alf up over his shoulder, as Alf has just enough energy and consciousness to raise the belt high. COLE Well, folks, it's a shame it had to end the way it did. But tonight, six men gave you everything they had! A lot of blood, a lot of sweat, and certainly a lot of tears, as well! Careers have been altered for good! And when the smoke settled, we have a new OAOAST Heartland champion, and for the third time in his career, it's Alfdogg holding the belt up high! But I'm certain he hasn't heard the last of Brock Ausstin! Brock is still unconscious on the mat, as the masked man lets Alf down, long enough for him to put a foot on Brock's chest and raise the belt. COLE Oh, give me a break! Alf then rolls to the outside, and the masked man carries him to the back, as Team Canada is pumped. COACH So, how are you gonna top that? COLE It's going to be really, really tough, no doubt about it. Right now, let's go back to Josh! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 COLE Well fans, we've had quite the night here at World Without End. But we're not done yet. Coming up next is the big one. The main event. For the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship. And fans, this match has a unique stipulation. It's a Throw-In-The-Towel Match. The OAOAST World Without End logo flashes across the screen. We are shown the matchup graphic for the PRL/Drek Stone Throw-In-The-Towel World Title Match. The fans cheer loudly. COLE No pinfalls. No submissions. No countouts. No disqualifications. The only way to win is for your cornerman to throw in the towel. PRL will have Stephen Joseph Popick in his corner. Drek Stone will have Hoff in his. The 60,000 + fans in the Alamodome have waited all night for this match, and it's coming up in just a few moments. Drek Stone set to defend the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title against "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. It's the first ever meeting between these two. And fans, let us take you back to AngleSlam in August where these two men both had matches, with different results. The OAOAST World Without End logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the ending of the Drek Stone/Alfdogg match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. 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. (CLIP) 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? 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. Cut to the ending of the first match at AngleSlam that night. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican vs. Thunderkid in an "I Quit!" Steel Cage Match. 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! (CLIP) 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. (CLIP) 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. BUFFER Here is your winner, THUNDEERRRRRRRKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! 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! (CLIP) 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. [Thunderkid] 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. (CLIP) 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! (CLIP) 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. THA PUERTO RICAN WHY? WHY? WHY THE BELT? WHY THE BELT? Cut to the beginning of the August 31, 2006 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! with Tha Puerto Rican in the ring. PRL But you see, Thunderkid's victory isn't all it's cracked out to be. No, if you saw the match, you remember that it wasn't until Thunderkid used that--that SPIKE, and he used it---he used it to CARVE MY FLESH...it wasn't until THEN did I say, "I quit!" Thunderkid had to use a WEAPON to BEAT ME. Do you realize that? He had to CHEAT to beat me! (CLIP) PR Thunderkid decided to take the low road on Sunday night, using a weapon to PHYSICALLY ASSAULT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING! Thunderkid, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME YOU BASTARD! You could have MURDERED me on Sunday! But instead, you left me with TWENTY-NINE stitches in my forehead. TWENTY-NINE. (CLIP) PRL I may have said, "I quit!" I may have lost the Corporate Champion belt. But I am STILL STANDING! Thunderkid may have embarrassed me on Sunday, but I AM STILL HERE! It's going to take a lot more than what happened at AngleSlam to stop me! Because I AM the Corporate Champ, because I AM the most electrifying man in professional wrestling, and because I AM the greatest professional wrestler of all-time! My name is "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and I AM THE GREATEST PUERTO RICAN ATHLETE OF ALL-TIME! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tha Puerto Rican's frantic screaming is suddenly interrupted by the arena being surrounded in an aura of golden light. An instrumental version of "Stars and Stripes Forever" immediately begins blasting over the loudspeakers. COLE ...what the hell is this? (CLIP) The fans immediately break out in a rabid fit of boos as Drek Stone steps out to the top of the entranceway with a huge grin on his face. With the Italian flag proudly adorned behind him, and the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship triumphantly glittering around his waist, Drek raises his arms up to the crowd and basks in their undying disgust and hatred. (CLIP) DREK Hey PRL, you're interrupting my celebration time. (CLIP) So now I think you should take this time to finish up your interview and vamoose. You got it? (CLIP) PRL I'm asking you politely to get your Guido ass back to the locker room. This has to do with Thunderkid and myself. Nobody else. So I need you to respectfully mind your own business and leave. (CLIP) DREK After the harsh beating I gave Thunderkid last Thursday, I mean, really, I took a belt buckle and nearly popped the kid's eyeball out of his skull...how in the HELL could you possibly not finish the job at AngleSlam?! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" PRL's face darkens a bit. DREK No, really. I need to find this out. Are you that far gone? Have your skills deteriorated that quickly? Thunderkid had to walk into AngleSlam with a patch over his eye like a pirate and you STILL managed to lose to him. I weakened the guy for you and you STILL weren't good enough to beat him. PRL Not good enough? DREK Not good enough. PRL NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! PRL's voice violently shakes over the loudspeakers surprising many of the fans in Orlando with his intensity. DREK You heard me. PRL Well then you won't mind if I show you personally just how good I am? How about it, Drek? You and me for the Heavyweight Title. We'll do it right here tonight! (CLIP ALERT!) DREK Oh, believe me, I have no problems fighting you. No problems at all. It just won't be tonight. (SNIP) Prove yourself to me first. PRL I'll do you one better than that. I'll prove myself to your little belladonna standing next to you too. Me and Hoff go one-on-one tonight. If I win, I get a Heavyweight Title shot at World Without End. Not using my #1 Contender spot. Rather, just you giving a title shot to me. If I lose, I get out of your way and you can celebrate with your long Italian flags until your heart's content. (CLIP) HOFF Drek, if you can't answer for me, then I'LL answer. PRL, you're on! Cut to a montage of clips from the Hoff/PRL match from that same night as dramatic music plays. COLE PRL with a big time match coming up next! He is going to take on Hoff, and if PRL wins, then he will face Drek Stone at World Without End for the World Heavyweight Title. But PRL's Golden Contract will NOT be cashed in! We see PRL giving Hoff a flying clothesline. PRL giving Hoff a Dangerous DDT. PRL giving Hoff the Throwback. Cut to the ending of the match: Mr. Boricua comes out from the crowd and attacks Drek from behind! COLE It’s Mr. Boricua! Mr. Boricua is out here attacking Drek! (CLIP) Hoff doesn’t notice when CUBAN WALL enters the ring! CUBAN WALL Hey Hoff! Hoff turns around. RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT FROM CUBAN WALL! COLE And Cuban Wall attacks with a big boot! The big boot knocks Hoff down. Cuban Wall then waits for Hoff to get up. When he does, Cuban Wall clutches Hoff’s throat in a GOOZLE~! COLE Oh no! COACH No way! He’s not gonna— Cuban Wall also grabs Hoff’s tights, and then LIFTS HIM UP! CHOKESLAM!!! COLE Chokeslam on Hoff! I can’t believe it! A chokeslam on the 6’5” 275 pound Hoff! The crowd is actually CHEERING Cuban Wall…probably for the first time in his OAOAST career. Cuban Wall, wearing a black Lightning Crew hoodie over his regular wrestling attire, grabs PRL’s carcass and drags him over to Hoff. Wall places PRL on top of Hoff and then leaves the ring. COACH No! Oh God no! COLE It could be! Could it be? PRL has Hoff covered. Mr. Boricua is still fighting with Drek Stone. Charles Robinson tries to stop the fight, but then he hears PR’s high-pitched voice call him over. So, Charles Robinson gets on his knees and makes the count. COACH No! No! PRL grabs Hoff’s tights…just in case. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (7:43) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE I don’t believe it! Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Hoff! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican has beaten HOFF! (CLIP) COLE I can’t believe it! What an upset! Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Hoff 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring, and because of that, we now know that the main event of World Without End on October 1st will be “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican vs. “Reckless” Drek Stone for the World Heavyweight Title! The dramatic music ends, and is replaced with an ominous, eerie music. Cut to the September 7th episode of HeldDOWN~! and the contract signing between Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone. PRL I had an idea. I wasn’t going to propose it, but you just convinced me. Drek, as much as we don’t like each other, our careers here haven’t been all that different. We’ve fought in the same matches, had wars for the same titles. In fact, we’ve even had nasty bloody battles with some of the same guys. One name in particular, I can’t help but remember. (CLIP ALERT!) DREK The Mad Cappa. PRL Exactly. So here’s my idea. We have a little contest. Just another one of those Can-you-top-this games like we had last week. Tonight I go against The Mad Cappa. Next week, you fight him. If I beat him tonight, you simply have to beat my time when you go against Cappa next week. If I LOSE to him tonight, all you have to do is defeat Cappa next Thursday – it could take you fifteen hours to do so if you want – and you win the contest. DREK So what you’re proposing is a TriCappaThon. PRL Exactly! The TriCappaThon. Who can have the fastest time against The Mad Cappa? Whoever wins the TriCappaThon – they get to pick the stipulation for our match at World Without End. (CLIP) DREK Okay, this signing thing can wait. I’ll take you up on your offer. Now it just comes down to what type of match I’m going to pick. Cut to Tha Puerto Rican/Mad Cappa match from earlier in the night. We see Cappa and PRL slugging it out. Cut to Cappa giving PRL the Fall From Grace. Cappa giving PRL a top rope legdrop. PRL giving Cappa the Dodge THIS, BITCH~! Cut to the ending: Drek and Hoff do, and they do something about it by going over to where Popick is and pulling him off the ring apron! COLE Drek’s stopping Popick from doing anymore interfering! (CLIP ALERT!) This gives PRL the perfect opportunity to crawl over and grab his briefcase. He grabs the briefcase, and then uses the ring ropes to get up. (CLIP) The Mad Cappa turns around… And gets BLASTED with the briefcase! The Mad Cappa is down! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Tha Puerto Rican throws the briefcase out of the ring. Cappa’s lying in the center of the ring, so PRL doesn’t hesitate to get on top of him for the cover, hooking Cappa’s right leg just to make sure. Drek, Hoff, and Popick haven’t seen anything of this as they’re still arguing. COLE Cappa’s down and out! He’s out cold! COACH That briefcase just knocked him into next week! PRL calls the ref’s attention by slapping the mat. Earl Hebner finally notices PRL covering The Mad Cappa, so he rushes over onto his knees to make the count leaving Hoff, Drek, and SJP to continue arguing. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* The crowd reacts to the pinfall with a mixture of boos and cheers. PR lets out a “YES!” and pumps his fists as “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing. Hoff, Drek, and Popick stop fighting when they hear the bell ring. COLE PRL has beaten The Mad Cappa in 8:22. Now, next week, Drek Stone must beat The Mad Cappa in a time LESS THAN 8:22, if he wants to pick the stipulation for the World Title match at World Without End! Cut to the Drek Stone/Mad Cappa match from the September 14, 2006 HeldDOWN~!. Cut to Drek Stone hitting Mad Cappa with a superkick. Cut to Drek Stone hitting Cappa with a moonsault crossbody. COLE It’s Puerto Rican Lightning and Stephen Popick. What the hell are they doing here?! Cut to Drek Stone giving Mad Cappa the Five Knuckle Shuffle. And then giving Cappa the IntenseZone Elbow. [DREK STONE] SPIKES [THE MAD CAPPA] INTO THE MAT WITH THE STONECUTTER!! The building breaks out in a fit of jeers as Drek Stone arrogantly scrambles back to his feet to get one final look at the clock. ~* FIFTEEN SECONDS LEFT *~ After looking at the AngleTron, Drek stares at the referee – only to see a towel come sailing from outside the ring and hitting the official in his eyes. COLE Did Stephen Popick just throw his towel at the referee?! COACH I….I don’t know! Sure enough, Popick DID just throw his towel at the referee, blinding him for a second. But a second is all Puerto Rican Lightning needs. He hops up to the ring apron, grabs Drek’s shoulders with both hands, and yanks him back against the ropes. Drek loses his balance as his arms become wrapped between the top and middle ropes – and he suddenly finds himself trapped in the cables! COACH What the hell is going on?! COLE WAS THIS ALL JUST A SET-UP?! ~* TEN SECONDS LEFT *~ The referee, just now regaining his vision, didn’t manage to see any of it. He only now sees Drek Stone tied up in the ropes, but has no reason as to why. ~* NINE *~ With wide satisfied grins, PRL and Popick start easing their way back up the ramp. ~* EIGHT *~ Screaming at the top of his lungs, Drek kicks his legs furiously to get out. ~* SEVEN *~ The Mad Cappa is still out cold on the mat. He’s not getting back up. ~* SIX *~ From the top of the ramp, PRL stares down at his watch and ticks down the seconds with his fingers. ~* FIVE *~ His face turning beet-red, Drek flexes his muscles as tightly as possible to try breaking out of his predicament. ~* FOUR *~ Drek’s efforts finally pay off as the ring ropes snap back to their original position and the Heavyweight Champion is free! ~* THREE *~ Drek Stone immediately dives towards The Mad Cappa and drops his arm across his opponent’s chest. ~* TWO *~ The referee drops to make the count. ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~! ~* ONE *~ TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO~!~! ~* BZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTT *~ THRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~! *DING! DING! DING!* COACH Oh no! COLE What happened?! Did he get it?! Drek Stone nervously, and almost psychotically, looks up at Michael Buffer getting ready to make his announcement. Buffer, looking rather tense himelf, seems hesitant to make the announcement. The referee runs over and whispers in his ear. After a second, Buffer nods his head. Clearly the official has confirmed what he already thought was true. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen…your winner of the match…AND STILLLLLLLLLLL OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….DRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEK STOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!! COACH Yeah, yeah, we knew that one already. Near the entranceway, Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Popick look on with excitement as they await the second half of the result. BUFFER Now, while Tha Puerto Rican defeated The Mad Cappa in a time of eight minutes and twenty two seconds….Drek Stone defeated The Mad Cappa tonight with a time of EIGHT MINUTES AND TWENTY THREE SECONDS… “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Drek Stone’s jaw drops as Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Popick celebrate at the top of the ramp. BUFFER So it will be Tha Puerto Rican picking the stipulation at World Without End. Thankyouladiesandgentlemengoodnight. Before Drek Stone has a chance to show off his rage, Buffer runs out of the ring and, with the grace of an Olympic pole vaulter, hurls himself over the ringside barricade. COACH I don’t believe it. COLE Well, it happened. For approximately the third week in a row now, Tha Puerto Rican has outcheated Drek Stone. He has, once again, beaten the Heavyweight Champion at a game the champ thought he mastered! With a loud laugh, Tha Puerto Rican turns around and walks off the stage. He has gotten the better hand once again. Meanwhile, Drek Stone looks on. His blood boiling. His teeth gritting. He has been humiliated for the third straight time. And he is FURIOUS. Cut to PRL's promo on the September 21, 2006 HeldDOWN~!. PUERTO Drek Stone, the ball is in my court. I am on a roll. How does that feel? How does it feel, knowing that as we are now 10 days away from World Without End, it is I, the challenger, the man who has never won the OAOAST World Title, the man who critics say doesn't even DESERVE to be World Champion, who is in control, and not you, the OAOAST World Champion, the former Italian Champion, the man who has been in some of the most brutal, most violent battles in OAOAST history, and is still standing? How does it feel knowing that the tide is shifting, and now people are predicting that Tha Puerto Rican will be the one that walks out of World Without End the Champion? Tell me Drek. HOW DOES THAT FEEL? (CLIP) PRL And the question on everyone's mind is...what stipulation will I pick? What match will "Reckless" Drek Stone and "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican fight in for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship at World Without End on October the first? Oh what will I choose? (CLIP) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT STIPULATION I CHOOSE! We see clips of Tha Puerto Rican in action as PRL continues speaking. PRL (CONT'D) The only thing that matters is that Tha Puerto Rican can beat Drek Stone in any match I choose! I can beat Drek Stone in a Dog Collar Match. I can beat Drek Stone in a Ducthess Of York Match. I can beat Drek Stone in an Iron Man Match or an Ultimate Submission Match. I can beat Drek Stone in a Judy Bagwell On A Pole Match! The fact of the matter is this: is that the only way, AND THA PUERTO RICAN MEANS THE ONLY WAY, World Without End will end, is with Tha Puerto Rican beating "Reckless" Drek Stone and being crowned the NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion! And Drek, if by some sort of fluke I...lose, then it's okay. Because, I can always cash in on my guaranteed title shot as soon as possible. So, CAN YOU DEAL WITH THAT? (PRL does faux-karate moves like Ben Stiller in Meet The Parents when he says this.) "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" THA PUERTO RICAN THE CHAMP HAS SPO-- DREK NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! THIS SHOW IS NOT GOING TO END LIKE THIS! NOT AGAIN! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU, YOU STUPID SON-OF-A-BITCH!!! CROWD OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! DREK Now, PRL, tell me the stipulation RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW! Tha Puerto Rican removes his sunglasses. Drek Stone removes *his* sunglasses. Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone are now eye-to-eye. The crowd is hot, waiting for the fisticuffs to commence. (CLIP) PRL You want to know what the stipulation is? DREK STONE You're damn right. PRL Do you really want to know? DREK Yes. PRL Do you REALLY REALLY want to know? DREK TELL ME THE F(Bleep)ING STIPULATION! PRL This IS the stipulation, you dingbat! You see, what happened last week gave me a good idea on what stipulation to choose for our match at World Without End. Drek Stone, on October 1st at OAOAST World Without End 2006, you and me, will compete, for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship in...a Throw-In-The-Towel-Match! (CLIP ALERT!) PRL Here's how it's going to go down. Each of us will have a cornerman in our...corner. I will have Popick with me. And you? Well, you can use your bitch, Hoff as your cornerman. Now, both of those guys will have a towel. And the only way the match will end is when one of them throws in the towel into the ring. THAT'S IT! No pinfalls. No submissions. No disqualifications. Just throw in the towel. That's all it'll take to win the match. Can you understand all of that? DREK STONE Yes. And fine. If that's the stipulation, so be it. At World Without End, Popick's gonna be the one who throws in the towel after I beat you to a bloody pulp, PR! PR Not if I beat you first, bitch! THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~! PR throws the towel in Drek's face, and starts punching him! Popick cheers him on! COLE PR laying into Drek Stone 10 days before World Without End! The crowd is going crazy! PRL lays the smackdown on Drek (who has pulled the towel off of his head), with Rock-style punches to the temple. He whips Drek into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE Spinebuster! Spinebuster on Drek Stone! COACH He's not gonna--no way! Drek Stone lies in the centre of the ring. Tha Puerto Rican yells at the crowd, and then stands over Drek. He kicks Drek's right arm over his chest. COACH No! No! No! PR removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down on Drek. He then does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes...but is stopped by HOFF, who is on the ring apron! COLE Hey! It's Hoff! Hoff is here! COACH He's going to be Drek's cornerman at World Without End! PR charges over to Hoff, and punches him in the face! The punch doesn't knock him down, so PR keeps punching Hoff, hoping to knock the big man off the ring apron. COLE PR laying into Hoff, but it doesn't seem to be working! PR keeps laying into Hoff, to no avail. Finally, Hoff headbutts PRL! PRL stumbles around a bit... RIGHT INTO A BRIEFCASE SHOT FROM DREK STONE!!! COLE PR goes down! COACH He just got hit with his own briefcase! The crowd boos loudly. Drek Stone starts laying the boots into Tha Puerto Rican, and is soon joined by Hoff. Stephen Joseph Popick is unable to stop any of this because he has been knocked out cold by Drek. COLE Damn it! I can't believe I'm saying this, but, this isn't right! This isn't right at all! COACH Are you saying this about THA PUERTO RICAN? COLE Yeah. I feel so dirty. Hoff and Drek continue beating the weakned Puerto Rican. Drek tells Hoff to pick PRL up. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" Hoff picks the dazed PRL up. Drek Stone laughs in The Corporate Champ's face. He SLAPS PRL across his face. Hoff holds PRL up so that Drek can kick him in the gut. STONECUTTER~!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Stonecutter! Stonecutter on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Yeah! That a-boy, Drek! Knock him out! Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat spread eagle. Drek taunts the challenger to his title, while Hoff poses for the fans. Drek soon joins his friend in the posing. Popick is starting to get up. COLE Tha Puerto Rican lies motionless on the mat as Drek Stone has finally, FINALLY gotten the upperhand on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Yeah. We all thought HeldDOWN~! would end this week the way it has for the past three weeks, but, UH-UH! Drek has put a stop to that! (CLIP ALERT!) Drek grabs PRL's briefcase again. He measures PRL up, and then charges forward, jumping up, and smashing the briefcase on top of PRL's head! COLE Oh come on! He's had enough damn it! Somebody stop this! COACH It's Tha Puerto Rican. Nobody's going to stop this! Everyone in the back is probably enjoying this right now! PRL falls back down onto the mat. "Woke Up This Morning" continues playing as Drek Stone drops the briefcase, and then does the "You can't see me!" hand gesture, mocking Tha Puerto Rican. Drek high fives Hoff, and then raises his hands again. Popick is crawling over to PRL. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has announced the stipulation. It will be a Throw-In-The-Towel Match at World Without End for the World Heavyweight Title! Drek Stone will have Hoff in his corner. And Tha Puerto Rican will have Stephen Joseph Popick in his corner! The music changes again. This time to "Cocky" by Kid Rock. As the opening of "Cocky" plays, we see Drek Stone speak from the September 7th episode of HeldDOWN~!. DREK Lightning, you can brag all you want, but let’s face the facts here. Exactly what have you accomplished here in the OAOAST? You’ve been in this federation for more than three years. You’ve seen it transform from that quirky little federation with the humor that brought out “lols” from all into the colossal powerhouse it is today.Very few wrestlers today have been around quite as long as you. I mean, you are a TRUE veteran – and exactly what do you have to show for it? You don’t have any Heavyweight Title wins. You don’t have any BattleBowl victories under your belt. The only PPV Main Events you’ve been in, you’ve failed miserably with loss after loss. The closest you have EVER gotten to success was a title that you had to CREATE yourself. You’ve been in ladder matches, steel cage matches, Elimination Chamber matches….you’ve fought against some of the biggest names the OAOAST has ever seen in The Mad Cappa, Panther, Axel…all of them. You’ve supposedly been in them all and fought them all. So let me ask you – why do you have nothing to show for it? Drek picks the contract up off the desk and holds it up to PRL’s face. DREK You think this is your salvation, don’t you? You think this contract is going to save you from that crushing feeling in the pit of your stomach that your entire career has been a failure. Because, we all know, if you don’t win the Heavyweight Title at some point in your career, your career never really meant much at all. You, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You try to paint the image that I’M scared when you’re the one who hears the seconds ticking away. I left for seven months – seven. Just took my ball and went home. I came back. Starred in a double Main Event at AngleMania only weeks after I decided to come back. And only four months later, I was on top again as the Heavyweight Champion in the Main Event of AngleSlam. And you? You’ve fought battles against John Brickston. And Thunderkid. Wars you feel you should be higher than by now. Oh sure, you had a match against Stephen Popick at November Reign, but that was more a personal issue than you actually earning it. It scares you, PRL, that at this point in your career – you’re running in place. I’m soaring to legendary heights and you’re still trapped in the mediocrity of your career. Cut to Tha Puerto Rican speaking on the September 21st HeldDOWN~!. PR Drek Stone, I just wanted to let you know that come hell or high water, on Sunday, October 1st, at World Without End, Tha Puerto Rican is leaving San Antonio, Texas as the OAOAST Champion! Because, quite frankly, Drek, Tha Puerto Rican is...better than you. You see, the guys in the back know it, the LIGHTNING BOLTS know it, everybody in the whole entire world knows it! It's the truth! And the truth hurts, it really hurts...but not as much as Tha Puerto Rican is going to hurt you in two weeks at World Without End! *So what? Say how? Say who? Fuck what? Fuck me? Fuck you!* Close-ups of Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone are shown. *Come clean You know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Bean And still stand still Uh* Clips of Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone acting like assholes to the fans. *I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimming pool* PRL and Drek Stone with cocky smirks on their faces. *Fly like a seagull* PRL doing the Corporate Elbow Drop on an opponent. *Kicking like a mule* Drek Stone superkicking The Mad Cappa. *More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool* PRL giving an opponent the Corporate Nightmare. Drek Stone giving an opponent the Stonecutter. *Who the fuck are you?* PRL trash talking to an unseen opponent. *I'm Kid Motherfucking Rock from the old school. Got more money than Matchbox Twenty* Drek Stone wearing an expensive suit. *Get more ass than Mark McGrath* PRL kissing Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. *They say I'm cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* Clips of Tha Puerto Rican in action. *They say I'm cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* Clips of Drek Stone in action. As the instrumental breakdown of "Cocky" plays, we cut to the September 28th HeldDOWN~! where Drek Stone and Hoff barged in on Cuban Wall and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. DREK Well, the best solution to something unfamiliar has always been practice, practice, practice. I’m absolutely clueless with towel matches right at this very moment. So the only conclusion? Practice! And you guys will help me out! Impromptu towel match right now! Me vs. Cuban Wall! Lindsey and Hoff are the towelholders! Let’s go! LINDSEY No! DREK Hoff, do it! Hoff clears his throat quickly before uttering the three necessary sounds before any match. HOFF Ding ding ding! Before Cuban Wall even has a chance to raise his arms and block himself, Drek charges forward and cracks the gold plate of the Heavyweight Title against the Wall’s head. He immediately falls to the ground clutching his skull, which gives Drek a prime opportunity to callously stomp the Lightning Crew member’s face. Hoff, breaking out of his unbiased position as Drek’s cornerman for a moment, makes sure to help his partner out. Seeing Lindsey trembling with fear though, Hoff immediately stops what he’s doing and stares at the latina beauty. HOFF Come on, honey! Have some fun! It’s a towel match, sweetheart! Hoff tosses the pink towel at Lindsey and then immediately turns to kick Cuban Wall across the bridge of his nose. Wall screams in anguish as Drek looks on with a huge smile. DREK That was a good one, Hoff. Nice job. But you’re my cornerman! Get back in the corner! Hoff turns around to walk away from the melee, but sees Lindsey holding the pink towel over her head and looking ready to fling it in. Hoff, not wanting this joke of a match to end already, runs towards her with the quickness of a cat – if I had to pick one, it’d probably be Garfield -- and wraps his mammoth arms around her waist. This effectively pins her arms against her body and keeps her from throwing in her rag. HOFF Don’t you care about the fans?! You can’t end this already! It’s just getting good! With blood trickling from both of Cuban Wall’s nostrils, the big man tries crawling away from the Heavyweight Champion, but he doesn’t have much luck. Drek, seeing a steel chair innocently sitting only a few feet away from him, slowly folds the weapon up. With a gleam in his eye, he takes a few moments to happily soak in the distressed screams of Lindsey Gonzalez before lifting the chair up – -- AND SMACKING IT AGAINST THE BACK OF CUBAN WALL’S HEAD! (CLIP ALERT!) With Cuban Wall basically dead weight at this point, Drek grabs a solid hold of his hair with both hands. (CLIP ALERT!) [DREK STONE] SENDs THE BIG MAN TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS!! The deafening thud of Cuban Wall hitting the bottom of the stairway echoes in the hallway as Lindsey Gonzalez hysterically sobs in Hoff’s arms. With a chuckle, Hoff finally lets Lindsey go. She immediately tosses her pink towel down to her feet and speeds down the stairwell to get to her Lightning Crew partner. Smirking, Hoff picks up the Heavyweight Title and hands it to Drek Stone. HOFF Congratulations! So now you’re 1-0 in towel matches! PRL ain’t got nothing on you! DREK It was tough. Cuban Wall was a major challenge, I’ll give him that. But I’m UNSTOPPABLE in towel matches. Cut to later on when Tha Puerto Rican, Stephen Joseph Popick, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez check on Cuban Wall. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN Are you okay man? Are you okay? CUBAN WALL I'll live, man. (CLIP) THA PUERTO RICAN DAMN IT! Drek's going down on Sunday. You hear that Drek! You're dead this Sunday! YOU HEAR THAT DREK!?!?! YOU'RE DEAD THIS SUNDAY! YOU'RE DEAD!!! PRL throws a garbage can away in frustration. He mutters to himself, and then goes back to checking on Cuban Wall with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph. *They say I'm cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* Clips of Drek Stone in action. *They say I'm cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* Clips of Tha Puerto Rican in action. *Cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* MORE clips of Drek Stone in action. *They say I'm cocky And I say 'What?' It ain't bragging motherfucker if you back it up!* The song and video package ends with the final image of the September 7, 2006 OAOAST HeldDOWN~!: "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and "Reckless" Drek Stone standing in the center of the ring, both men staring at each other angrily, PRL with the McMahon SNEER~! etched on his face; both men holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air, PR with his left hand, Drek with his right. We freeze on the image, and the last voice we hear in the video package is PRL's words of warning to Drek Stone on the September 28th HeldDOWN~!: "You're dead this Sunday! YOU HEAR THAT DREK!?!?! YOU'RE DEAD THIS SUNDAY! YOU'RE DEAD!!!" The OAOAST World Without End logo flashes across the screen. COLE And now we're ready...wait, I'm being told Bohemoth is in the back walking. COACH PIMPHEMOTH...WALKING~! YESSSSS! After his run-in with four prospective 24/7 challengers earlier in the night, it seems Bohemoth has decided it's time to call it a night. Strolling through the quiet parking lot, Bo just has to remember where he parked his rental car now. With a nice hotel suite, night long room service, maybe even a cold ice bucket stacked to the brim with expensive champagne, there's no real reason why Bo should be in the arena. Champion's perks, see. And besides that, the worst he'd have to deal with in Room 93 would be a couple of busboys and perhaps the guy who sets out the complimentary pillow mints trying to take his belt. Here, who knows who's going to confront him next. Here's a clue. It's THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! VINNY Yo! Goin' somewhere, bigman? BOHEMOTH Oh no. (checks Rolex) Don't tell me it's 'cryme time'. MOE Bitch, it's always crime time when we're around! MELODY Straight up representin' dawgs. Appearing from the shadows, Melody Nerdly's presence is a surprise to everyone. Even Vinny and Moe, whom she stands between, trying to look hip as she rests her hands around the waistband of her jeans, bopping her head to a non-existant hip-hop beat. MELODY Looks like homeboy be straight trippin' if he belie' he's gettin' home safe tonight. He wandered into da hood, ya heard? And now, it's gonna go down, gangland styleeee. From the window to the wall, till the sweat drips from my... well, you know the rest. Bounce. Everybody is rightly confused... ...giving Hell Mel and The Marv, THE SK8TER BOIZ, the perfect opportunity to attack from the dark and jump the Militia! Mel and Marv end up on the backs of Vinny and Moe, swinging wildly at their respective targets' heads. Moe manages to throw Mel off of him and stomps him down onto the gravel, Marv still battling with Santana. For whatever reason, Melody leaves as quickly as she had arrived, slurping on a thick-shake she must have hidden from view before. Meanwhile, the battle continues. And, then, escalates. From the apparantly never ending darkness, THE LONESTAR GUNSLINGERS jump into the battle, getting their licks in on the four, soon to be joined by NRG and THE LOVE DOCTORS, who must have brawled all the way from catering to get here. It's now a ten man melee, everybody aiming for the closest person to them. *BOOM!* Suddenly, a huge plume of firey orange smoke erupts in the corner of the parking lot. That must have cost the pyro department something. Everyone's heads abruptly turn, as through the flaming fog here come HELL'S HITMEN, back from months of obscurity and ready for a fight!! JINGUS and The Sadist stride into battle, swinging for the hills. It's Marv vs. Pigley. JINGUS vs. Moe. Vinny vs. Biff. Flex vs. Anderson. Sadist vs. Windels. Mulligan vs. Mel. And the only man unscathed? Bohemoth. Watching these twelve men tearing into each other with an understandably bemused expression, the 24/7 Champion seems tempted to remind everybody that he's the one they should be going after. But, the twelve seem happy enough beating on each other. So, shrugging his shoulders, Bo turns off in the other direction, casually wrapping an arm around Melody Nerdly who goes along with this coolest of pick-up techniques simply because Bo = cool. BOHEMOTH Let's go get a drink. MELODY (slurps from beverage cup) Sure thing hunky stranger. Want a sip of my whiskey? BOHEMOTH ...no, I'm good. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) 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!* "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"-"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role ’99" begins playing. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway, and strobe lights appear around the entrance set. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and his manager, "Career Consultant", and cornerman for tonight, Stephen Joseph Popick. PRL is greeted with a mixed reaction, although there are slightly more cheers than boos. PR responds to the mixed reaction with a cocky smirk on his face and a Corporate Eyebrow. Puerto is wearing blue Shawn Michaels-like entrance attire and is carrying his black briefcase containing the Golden Contract inside. Popick is wearing a black Popick T-shirt, leather jacket, $500 Rolex watch, eyeglasses, black dress pants, and polished shoes. He is also carrying a white towel. PR raises his briefcase over his head and Popick raises his towel in the air. Puerto looks at Popick, and the two of them begin their walk to the ring as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing. COLE Well if you told me four weeks ago that this match would take place, I would have called you a liar, but nope. This is real. This match is actually happening! COACH PRL’s gonna wish this match never happened after Drek gets through with him! HE is going to be the one that lays the smackdown tonight! PRL stops to slap the hands of two fans who are reaching over the barricade to touch PRL. COLE PRL isn’t normally a fan favourite, but I guess these fans feel that PRL is the lesser of two evils tonight. COACH These fans are such morons. Then again we are in Texas. This is the state that gave us George W. Bush. We shouldn’t expect anything else. Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and looks at the crowd. Popick puts his towel on his right shoulder, and then holds the ropes for Tha Puerto Rican to enter the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans reaction while "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. PRL plays to the crowd some more, and then heads to a second turnbuckle. He raises his briefcase over his head. P.R. then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase over his head again. COLE Despite having a title shot, PRL STILL has his Golden Contract, and he has mentioned that if he loses tonight, he will cash in on his guaranteed title shot! COACH I think sometime during the match Drek should just unlock the briefcase and ripped up the contract. Save us all the trouble of having to see PRL blow his chance at the World Title TWICE in a month. COLE Well how exactly would he open the briefcase? COACH I don’t know. Maybe a brick? COLE Coach, you really are a handful sometimes. You really are. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, and raises the briefcase with his right hand in the air, "smelling the electricity" ala The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, still receiving boos and cheers. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes, removes his sunglasses and earring, and takes off his Shawn Michaels-like entrance attire while the lights go back on in the arena. COLE This is the fourth annual World Without End, and in the history of World Without End, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title has changed hands two times. The first time was in 2004 when Hoff defeated Crystal to win his first World Title, and the second time was last year, when that man, right there, Stephen Joseph Popick, defeated Peter Knight, Tony Brannigan, and Dan Black to win *his* first OAOAST World Title. And wouldn’t you know it? Both men are involved in tonight’s match. In fact, the only man in this match who hasn’t won the World Title at all is Tha Puerto Rican. But will he change that tonight? COACH Somehow I doubt that. You should mention that in PRL’s three years in the OAOAST, he has had FIVE OAOAST World Title shots, and he has lost EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM! And let’s not forget that he has lost every Lethal Rumble, every Battlebowl he’s been in. He was lucky to win the LUDICROUS SPEED~! Lethal Rumble Match. And I bet that when he eventually cashes in on his Golden Contract, he’ll lose that match too! COLE PRL may not need that Golden Contract if he wins tonight. COACH Yeah! Ha! Like that would happen! COLE You never know. Anything can happen in the One And Only AngleSault Thread. COACH Except for Tha Puerto Rican becoming World Champion. That’s too insane even for *us*! PRL chats with Popick. Reminding him not to throw in the towel. "Know Your Role ’99" dies down. Tha Puerto Rican paces back and forth, waiting for Drek’s arrival. COLE Tha Puerto Rican going for his first ever OAOAST Title tonight. *Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One* The lights go down in the arena as "Woke Up This Morning" by A3 begins playing over the P.A. system. While the fans had a mixed reaction for Tha Puerto Rican, they have nothing but boos for Drek Stone. The current OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion steps out through the curtains and looks at the crowd with his cornerman Hoff right behind him. Drek has the OAOAST World Title belt strapped around his waist, while Hoff, wearing a white T-shirt, beige sports jacket, silver chain around his neck, blue jeans, and black workman boots, carries a blue towel with his "H" logo emblazoned on it. Drek and Hoff look at each other, and then walk to the ring. COACH Drek Stone waited 17 months to become OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion again, and he is NOT about to lose it one month later, ESPECIALLY to Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Well, we shall see. For the result of this match doesn’t lie with either PRL OR Drek. It lies with either Stephen Joseph or Hoff. Them, and only them, shall decide who leaves this match the OAOAST Champion! COACH But you heard what Drek told Hoff on Thursday night. Hoff can’t throw in the towel, no matter what! Drek Stone and Tha Puerto Rican can fight until this Thursday’s HeldDOWN~!. It doesn’t matter. Hoff must not throw in the towel. No matter what! COLE And if they do fight until this Thursday, we’ll stay with you. The cable providers have allowed us to broadcast World Without End for as long as it lasts. So don’t worry about the pay-per-view cutting out anytime soon. Drek stops to pose in the entryway. He dares the fans to touch the OAOAST World Title, but then pulls back before they can. Drek continues his walk to the ring, a cocky smirk on his face. Hoff follows him, also smug and conceited as "Woke Up This Morning" continues playing. COLE Drek Stone won the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title the first time at Thanksgiving Star Wars in an Elimination Chamber Match back in November 2004. He lost the Title to Axel at AngleMania IV: The Classiest AngleMania Ever in April 2005. Drek Stone quit the OAOAST in the fall of 2005, but came back in the spring of 2006 just before AngleMania V. On August 27, 2006 at AngleSlam, Drek Stone defeated Alfdogg to capture his second OAOAST Title, and tonight, he is set to defend that title against a man he has never fought before, Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Yeah, the fact that Drek has never fought P.R. may seem like it might hurt him, but it won’t! Drek can fight anyone, anytime, anywhere. He is on a roll, and has been since winning the title at AngleSlam. He is THE MAN, and he will continue being THE MAN after tonight! The camera cuts to a sign reading, "FINALLY THA PUERTO RICAN WILL LAY THE SMACKDOWN ON THAT PUNK BITCH!" Drek Stone and Hoff enter the ring. Stone pounds his chest non-chalantly with a grin on his face. Drek unstraps his OAOAST World Heavyweight Title belt and raises it in the air. At this point, fireworks suddenly rise from the four corners around the ring. The crowd boos loudly. Hoff applauds the man whose fate is in his hands. Drek heads to the four sides of the squared circle and raises the OAOAST Title belt in the air as "Woke Up This Morning" by A3 continues playing. COLE PRL has beaten Drek Stone at his own game before. He has outsmarted Drek more than once. But Drek has gotten some payback on Tha Puerto Rican. Both men are evenly matched. Both men are more than able competitors. But the match won’t end until one of their cornermen throws in the towel. That’s it! No Corporate Nightmare, no Stonecutter, is gonna end this match. It’s all in the hands of Stephen Joseph Popick or Hoff! COACH Think what’s going through Drek’s mind right now. He’s gotta wrestle a little differently tonight. He just can’t pin Tha Puerto Rican. He’s gotta make Popick throw in the towel. He’s gotta beat Tha Puerto Rican so badly that Popick will have no choice but to throw in the towel. The pressure is on him too, not just PRL. And no one, not you, not me, not anyone in wrestling, can feel what he’s feeling right now. Because you know why? Because nobody has competed in a Throw-In-The-Towel Match in twelve years. The last two people to feel what he’s feeling? Bob Backlund and Bret "The Hitman" Hart. The lights go back on in the arena. Drek Stone stares at Tha Puerto Rican. Neither man says a word. They just stare. Puerto and Drek go to their corners with their cornermen. COLE The last time this match took place, a new Champion was crowned. Will it be the same tonight? Will Tha Puerto Rican at last, FINALLY, ascend to the top of the mountain? Or will Drek Stone’s reign last for another day? We’re just about to find out. PRL/Drek in the first Throw-In-The-Towel Match in OAOAST history! Let’s go down to Michael Buffer for the introductions! "Woke Up This Morning" by A3 has died down. PRL and Popick stand at one corner, while Drek Stone and Hoff stand in the opposite corner. Michael Buffer stands in the centre of the ring, a microphone in his right hand, and cue cards in his left. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the main event for OAOAST World Without End 2006, and is a Throw-In-The-Towel Match for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship! Here are the rules: Each man will have a cornerman. Tha Puerto Rican will be represented by OAOAST Corporate Member Stephen Joseph Popick. And Drek Stone will be represented by former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Hoff. Both cornermen will have a towel. The only way this match ends is when one of the cornermen throws in the towel into the ring. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no countouts, and no disqualifications. The referee when the bell sounds will be Earl Hebner. Now then, ARE YOU READY? CROWD YEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BUFFER San Antonio, Texas, Are...You...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY?!?! CROWD YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world on pay-per-view. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUMBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CROWD YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BUFFER Introducing first, to my left, the challenger. Standing 5’9" and weighing in at 220 lbs. Hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico. He is a former OAOAST North American Champion. A 3-time OAOAST Puerto Rican/Italian/Puerto Rican Champion. The longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history. AND, the holder of the Golden Contract. He is the leader of The Lightning Crew. And the most electrifying man in professional wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, he is the one, the only, "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Tha Puerto Rican poses cool, cocky, and bad in the center of the ring. He smiles evilly, the crowd greeting him with a mixture of cheers and boos. Popick applauds him. BUFFER And his opponent, to my right. Standing 6’2" and weighing in at 235 lbs. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, U.S.A. He is a former OAOAST Italian Champion. The winner of the 2006 OAOAST Battlebowl. AND, a two-time One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion. The self-proclaimed "Most Handsomest Man In Professional Wrestling". Ladies and gentlemen, he is the reigning and defending undisputed One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WORRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLD..."Reckless" DREEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK STOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The crowd showers the champ with really freaking loud boos. Drek poses with the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title belt in the air. He sports a cocky smirk on his face. Hoff applauds him. COACH Yeah! Yeah! Go get him baby! Michael Buffer leaves the ring. Drek Stone hands the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt to Earl Hebner. Earl Hebner shows the belt to Drek, and then to Tha Puerto Rican, who touches it. Earl Hebner then raises the OAOAST Title belt over his head to let the crowd know that this is a title match. He then hands the belt over to a ringside attendant. The crowd is hot. Popick is massaging PRL’s shoulders, while Hoff is giving Drek some last words of encouragement. COLE This is only Drek Stone’s second World Without End. The last time he competed at World Without End was in 2004, when he defeated Panther to earn an OAOAST World Title shot, which he eventually won. COACH Now, he’s gonna be 2-0 baby! Yeah! Earl Hebner pats down Drek Stone, and then pats down Tha Puerto Rican. Finally, he calls for the bell. We can begin. *DING DING DING* MAIN EVENT THROW-IN-THE-TOWEL MATCH FOR THE OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP (To win, your cornerman must throw in the towel into the ring) "RECKLESS" DREK STONE (Champion with Hoff in his corner) vs. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN (Challenger with Stephen Joseph Popick in his corner) The crowd is buzzing in anticipation. Popick high fives PRL and then leaves the ring. Hoff does the same thing with Drek. PRL and Drek stand at the opposite corners as the crowd chants, "P.R.!" Drek and PR walk closer and closer to each other until they’re standing in the center of the ring. COLE Look at the staredown going on right now. Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone getting into it. This is history in the making folks! For the first time ever, Drek Stone is fighting Tha Puerto Rican in a one-on-one match. Drek Stone and PRL talk trash to each other. COACH This is a very important part of the match. Now if Drek Stone can intimidate Tha Puerto Rican, then that will be very big for him in this match-up. Drek walks around Tha Puerto Rican, talking trash in his ears. He then stands eye-to-eye with Puerto and does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. COACH I think Drek Stone just said something about Tha Puerto Rican’s mother! Finally, PRL has enough, and strikes first blood! Drek Stone strikes back! A slugfest erupts in the middle of the ring! PR! Drek! PR! Drek! PR gains the advantage! He lays the smackdown on Drek Stone with repeated Rock-style punches to the face! P.R. whips Drek into the ropes. When he returns, P.R. grabs him and gives him a Samoan Drop! P.R. goes for the cover. However, Earl Hebner reminds him that pinfalls don’t count in this match. THA PUERTO RICAN Damn it! COACH Idiot. COLE PRL forgetting the rules there for a second. Tha Puerto Rican quickly gets up. He goes after Drek, but Drek slides underneath the bottom rope and leaves the ring! The crowd boos him for that. COACH Drek Stone’s getting a little breather. That’s all. COLE Yeah. Right. I think he’s starting to realize what he’s in for. Hoff goes over to check on his friend. Tha Puerto Rican decides to stop waiting, and leave the ring. He punches Drek from behind! P.R. stomps Drek once before Hoff pulls him off, allowing Drek to enter the ring. P.R. elbows Hoff in the stomach, releasing his grip. This allows Puerto to follow Stone into the ring! Drek’s waiting for him, however, punching Tha Puerto Rican, and then Irish-whipping him into the ropes. Dre k tries for a clothesline. However, PRL ducks the clothesline and bounces off the ropes, firing with a Gamengiri! COLE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! After the Gamengiri, PRL gets on top of Drek, and starts pounding on his forehead. P.R. picks Drek Stone up and whips him into the ropes. Drek goes for a clothesline again, but Tha Puerto Rican ducks, grabs Drek from behind, and gives him a release German Suplex! PRL then gets up, pounds his chest, and yells out, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" The crowd responds with a mixture of boos and cheers. COLE And Tha Puerto Rican is on fire as the match begins! COACH Come on Drek! Knock this mutha out! Drek Stone’s a little groggy now, but can still go. He gets to his feet. When he does, Tha Puerto Rican is on him like syrup on pancakes, laying into Drek with Rock-style punches to the temple. He goes for the Irish whip for a third time, but this time, Drek reverses, and when PR bounces off the ropes, Drek strikes with a high crossbody onto PRL! Drek then grabs PR by his head and starts pounding on his forehead. The crowd starts booing. Drek grabs Puerto and takes him over to a neutral corner with Hoff and Popick looking on. Drek punches P.R. in the face, and then whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. PRL does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron, but is knocked down with a clothesline by Drek! COLE Drek Stone looking to retain his World Title and defeat Tha Puerto Rican tonight at World Without End. While Tha Puerto Rican is looking to become Heavyweight Champion for the first time ever. PRL rolls back into the ring. Drek stomps on him. He waits for Puerto to get up, in the mean time, kicking him in his face and talking trash. DREK STONE Come on. Come on you son of a bitch. Come on! Drek picks Tha Puerto Rican up and throws him into the turnbuckle again. He punches him in the face several times. COLE The egotistical World Champion laying into the egotistical Corporate Champion right now. Drek Stone whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle--PRL reverses, and Drek hits the turnbuckle HARD! PR follows that up with a Stinger Splash onto Drek! P.R. whips Drek Stone into the ropes--NO!--Drek Stone reverses. Drek puts his head down, so PRL grabs his arms, and gives him a Double Armed DDT! POPICK Yes! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican picks Drek Stone up and sends him into a turnbuckle. PR climbs the second rope, grabs Drek Stone by his hair, and looks at the crowd. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! But Drek Stone grabs PRL by his legs and lifts him up, dropping him on the top turnbuckle pad! COLE Oh my! What a desperation maneuver by Drek Stone doing anything he can to make sure PRL loses tonight! Drek Stone takes a breather, while Tha Puerto Rican holds his face in pain. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" Drek Stone gets to a vertical base. He grabs PRL and gives him a back suplex. Simple, but effective. As the crowd continues to chant for P.R., Drek picks his opponent up. Diamond Dust! Stone picks Tha Puerto Rican up again, and whips him into a turnbuckle. Puerto hits the turnbuckle sternum-first! The crowd groans when they see that. Drek picks Tha Puerto Rican up by his hair and sets him up on the turnbuckle. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH Look at Drek! Look at him manhandling Tha Puerto Rican! Come on Popick! Throw in the towel now! Do it now, and save Tha Puerto Rican the pain he’s going to have to endure! COLE Coach, I don’t think Popick’s gonna listen to anybody. ESPECIALLY you. COACH Well, he should. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" DREK STONE Come on jabroni! "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" Suddenly, Puerto Rican springs to life and grabs Drek Stone, throwing him into the turnbuckle! PRL starts laying the smackdown on Drek! Punch! Punch! Punch! Spit into the hand. Punch! PRL whips Stone into the opposite turnbuckle...Drek Stone reverses. Drek charges forward...right into a back elbow from Tha Puerto Rican! P.R. charges forward with a flying clothesline knocking the Champ down! COLE And P.R. is back in control! With Drek Stone lying in the center of the ring, PRL decides that now’s the time to head up top. So, PRL exits the ring and climbs the top rope. He leaps off the top rope, doing Ken Doane’s (Kenny from the Spirit Squad) cool looking legdrop across the throat of Drek Stone! COLE That was The Mad Cappa Crusher 2006: The Remix! P.R. goes for the cover, but then remembers that pinfalls don’t count. So, he picks Drek Stone up and whips him into the ropes. Puerto goes for a clothesline, but Drek Stone ducks the clothesline, and grabs PRL. Side Effect! COLE Drek retaliates with the Side Effect! COACH And he’s in control again! Yeah baby! DREK STONE Come on P.R.! Stone picks up Tha Puerto Rican again, and gives him a snap suplex. He stops to pose, receiving loud boos. He kicks PRL in the back of his head. Drek Stone heads to a neutral corner and unties the top turnbuckle pad. This causes the crowd to boo him even more. Drek raises the turnbuckle pad in the air and laughs, then throws it onto the floor. COLE Uh-oh. Drek just took off a turnbuckle pad. He’s made this match even more dangerous for Tha Puerto Rican right now. Popick looks on with a concern expression on his face. Drek Stone goes over to pick Tha Puerto Rican up...but Tha Puerto Rican is waiting, striking Drek with a Rock-punch to the face! Rock punch! Rock punch! P.R.L. whips Drek into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Drek Stone ducks the clothesline, grabs PRL by his legs, and brings him down to the mat! TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! NO! PRL kicks Drek Stone off of him! COLE PRL using his leg strength to take down the Champion! PRL gets up and charges forward. *KA-POW!* Right into a SUPERKICK from Drek Stone! COLE Drek Stone quickly fires back with that superkick! COACH Anything PRL throws at him, Drek throws back! THAT’S why he’s the OAOAST Champion right now, and NOT PRL! DREK STONE THROW IN THE TOWEL, POPICK! Stephen Joseph shakes his head, refusing to throw in the towel. So, Drek gets on top of PRL, and starts punching him in the face, in between taunting him. "LET’S GO P.R.!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "P.R. SUCKS!" COLE These fans are divided on how they feel about Tha Puerto Rican. But I doubt they’re divided on their feelings for Drek Stone! COACH We’re surrounded by 60,000 pieces of trailer park trash. Drek believes he’s got PRL down on the mat long enough for him to exit the ring and climb the turnbuckle. Drek stands up, does the "I-Want-The-Belt" hand gesture, and then jumps off the top rope. SOMERSAULT LEGDROP! COLE What a move by Drek Stone! COACH Look at him go, Cole! Drek Stone makes wrestling an artform! Stone covers Tha Puerto Rican...but Earl Hebner reminds him that pinfalls don’t go. Stone slaps the mat in frustration while the crowd laughs at him. COACH It’s a reflex! Shut up! Drek has never been in a Throw-In-The-Towel Match! He’s not used to this! COLE That’s not what you said earlier when Tha Puerto Rican did it. COACH I...well...shut...shut up! Drek tells the referee to shut up, and then grabs PRL, applying a reverse chinlock on him. DREK STONE THROW IN THE TOWEL! THROW IN THE TOWEL, POPICK! COLE Look at Drek! Look at how cocky he is. Thinking THIS will be the end of the match! COACH He’s not cocky. It’s like that Kid Rock song says, "It ain’t bragging if you back it up." And Drek Stone DOES back it up in the ring! He’s not cocky, he can back it up. He’s backing it up right now! Drek pulls back on PRL’s head, causing PR to scream out in pain. But PRL STILL won’t give up. Finally, he’s had enough and lets go of the hold. The man called "Reckless" has another idea up his sleeve (if he was wearing any). Stone grabs Tha Puerto Rican and picks him up by his hair. Drek places PRL in a standing headscissors. Drek then lifts PRL up in the air, and charges forward. PRL GIVES DREK STONE A HURRICARANA! COACH No! Drek rolls halfway across the ring. PRL grabs him, and starts punching him in the face. PR bounces off the ropes, right into a flying back elbow from Drek Stone! COACH Phew. Drek exits the ring and climbs the top rope on the suggestion of Hoff. COLE Drek’s not much of a high-flyer, but he can do some aerial moves pretty well. COACH He’s already done one successful aerial move tonight. He’s gonna try for a second one. Just then, Tha Puerto Rican gets up, and shakes the top rope! CROWD GROOOOAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN! Drek Stone crotches himself on the top rope! COACH And so much for that! Stone winces in pain, worried for his "pebbles". Tha Puerto Rican gets back on offense, hitting Drek with Rock-style punches to the forehead. He then does a forward chop to Drek’s chest. Then another! Then another! All of this, combined with Drek’s hurting nutsack, allows Tha Puerto Rican to climb the top rope himself. PR grabs Drek, puts Drek’s right arm over his head, grabs Drek’s tights, and stands up on the top rope. SUPERPLEX ON DREK STONE! COLE What a superplex that was from Tha Puerto Rican! Both Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone lie on the mat in pain. Hoff and Stephen Joseph slam the mat, hoping to get their men up. A "P.R.!" chant starts up, as Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone start getting up. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" COACH Heh, not everyone wants PRL to win tonight. COLE Doesn’t mean they want Drek to win, either. COACH Yeah they do. They just don’t want to admit it, yet. Drek uses the ropes to pull himself back up. He runs over to Tha Puerto Rican, hoping for a punch--BLOCKED! PRL punches Drek Stone again! And again! And again! And again! The punches send Drek into the ropes, where PRL then whips Drek into the opposite ropes--reversed by Drek--reversed by PRL. Belly-To-Belly Suplex by PRL on Drek! COACH Aww! Come on now! PRL gets up and grabs Drek. He cradles Drek...into a Cradle DDT! COLE That's the Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad! COACH The what? COLE It's Spanish for "This Will Fucking Hurt!" COACH Oh. Oh! OH! PR laughs. He picks Drek up again. Rock punch to the face! PR Irish whips Drek into a turnbuckle. Drek Stone reverses. PRL hits the turnbuckle HARD, and then stumbles out, allowing Drek to grab PR and give him a bulldog! COACH Great move by "Reckless" there! Stone quickly continues his attack, climbing the top rope. He makes sure he’s got good distance, and then leaps off the top rope, doing a moonsault onto Tha Puerto Rican! COACH He hit it! COLE Well the German judge gave that a 10. Drek gets up and looks down at Tha Puerto Rican, who is lying in the center of the ring. Drek fixes his hair, which only irritates the crowd further. He looks at Hoff. DREK One more? HOFF Yeah! One more! Drek climbs the top rope again. COACH Again? Drek does another moonsault onto Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Two in a roll! Drek gets up and does the "I-Want-The-Belt" gesture again, laughing at PRL. Drek is now breathing hard. He fixes his hair again, as Tha Puerto Rican starts moving around. Stone stares at Popick, who shakes his head. COLE They can fight all night! This match won’t end until somebody throws in the towel! COACH Come on Popick! Throw in the towel soon if you know what’s good for PRL! "Reckless" Drek Stone picks "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican up. He socks PRL in the jaw, PRL punches back! Drek punches PRL. PRL punches back! PR! Drek! PR! Drek! PR punches Drek again and again, gaining the advantage. Drek is dazed and confused, so PRL walks a few steps back, and then charges forward. However, Drek is one step ahead, grabbing PRL, and throwing him over the top rope! PRL skins-the-cat back into the ring! He waits for Drek to turn around. LIGHTNING STRIKE! (Diamond Cutter) COLE Lightning Strike! That was Tha Puerto Rican’s finisher as The Lightning Kid! And Drek Stone is down! COACH Oh no! Come on Drek! Come on! PRL and Drek both lie on the mat. PRL sits up first. He slowly, but surely, gets up, breathing hard. P.R. wipes the sweat off of his forehead and then grabs Drek by the legs. He drags Drek right into the middle of the ring. P.R. grabs Drek’s legs, and places his left leg in between them. The crowd starts cheering. P.R. crosses Drek’s legs over his left leg, grabs them, and then turns around, bending down a bit for the SHARPSHOOTER! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has got the Sharpshooter on Drek Stone! The crowd is going nuts! Drek is screaming in pain! PRL pulls back on the move, causing Drek even more pain. Popick is pacing back and forth, while Hoff looks back and forth between Drek and his towel. COLE Is this it? Is this the end of the match? COACH No! You heard what Drek said! Under no circumstances shall Hoff throw in the towel! Not even this! No matter how much pain Drek is in, Hoff must not throw in the towel! PRL is demanding that Hoff throw in the towel. But Hoff is holding onto that towel like his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Drek is clawing at the mat, trying to move, but the Sharpshooter is locked on, and there’s nothing Drek Stone can do about it! PRL COME ON! COME ON! DREK NO! NO! NO! COLE PRL has got the Sharpshooter on Drek Stone in the center of the ring! This match can be over! COACH No! Hoff! No! No! DREK STONE TAPS! DREK STONE TAPS OUT!!! But because this is a Throw-In-The-Towel Match it doesn’t count. COLE Oh! If only submissions counted, we would have a new World Champion right now! COACH Yeah, but they don’t, and Drek’s still the Champ, and always will be. The crowd boos loudly, since they know that if the rules were a little different, PRL would have the gold right about now. PRL hears the tapping, but doesn’t see Hoff throw in the towel, so he says, "Fuck it." and lets go of the Sharpshooter. COLE The Sharpshooter didn’t end the match, but it has done a significant amount of damage on Drek’s back. Drek lies on the mat, holding his back in pain. The crowd has stopped booing. PRL walks over to where Hoff is and starts yelling at him, telling him to throw in the towel. PR and Hoff get into a yelling contest. COLE Drek Stone tapped out, but the match continues! COACH But it can be over soon! Look! PRL and Hoff get into a heated argument. Hoff throws his hands out, as if to say, "Come on! Bring it! I’m waiting!" But PRL (wisley) chooses to stay in the ring. PRL continues running his mouth while Drek Stone starts getting up. COLE P.R.’s not paying attention to Drek, and it could come back to bite him in the ass! PRL continues getting into it with Hoff, and the crowd is getting hot, trying to warn PRL about what’s going on behind him. COLE Look out P.R.! P.R. swings at Hoff, which is stupid to do since it would be impossible for PRL to hit Hoff right now. It’s okay though, since Drek grabs PRL! THE RECKER~!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 COACH THE RECKER! THE RECKER! DREK JUST HIT THE RECKER! THAT’S HIS GO-TO SECOND FINISHER! COLE Drek Stone just hit The Recker on Tha Puerto Rican! That brutal version of the Dragon Suplex just knocked PRL into next week! Drek poses in the center of the ring. PRL is knocked out. The crowd showers the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion with loud, unholy boos. Drek laughs at the fans. COLE No way P.R.’s gonna come out of this one. Popick’s got to throw in the towel right now. COACH You’re right. This match is over! Come on Popick! Throw in the towel! Drek is saying the same thing to Popick. But SJ will not throw in the towel, no matter what. Now Drek’s starting to get pissed, ordering Stephen to end the match right here and right now. Still, SJP stands defiant, shaking his head no. The crowd is on Drek’s case as he exits the ring and walks over to Popick. COLE What’s Drek doing now? What’s he going to do Popick? COACH Something not pretty, I think. Drek stalks Popick around the ring. DREK STONE Throw in the towel. THROW IN THE TOWEL NOW! THROW IN THE DAMN TOWEL! POPICK NO! I WILL NOT! NO! DREK You’re not listening to me. Throw in the towel right now! THROW IN THE FUCKING TOWEL RIGHT NOW! POPICK NO! Drek grabs Popick by his leather jacket. DREK Throw in the towel God damnit! THROW IT IN NOW! Don’t play coy with me! THROW. IN. THE. TOWEL YOU BASTARD! COLE Drek thinks this match is over! He’s threatening Popick with bodily harm unless he throws in the towel! COACH Just do it, Popick! Your man’s dead anyway! Drek continues threatening Popick. Suddenly, the crowd starts cheering as someone or someone’s is coming through the crowd. COLE Hey look! It’s CUBAN WALL! Cuban Wall AND Mr. Boricua, that is! Cuban Wall’s head is wrapped in bandage, but that still doesn’t stop him from laying into Drek along with Boricua! COACH What are those two doing here!? COLE They’re getting payback for what Drek did to Wall last Thursday! COACH Hoff, do something! The crowd goes wild as Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua beat the stuffing out of Drek Stone. COLE I never thought that those two would get cheered, but here we are! The 60,000 + fans in the Alamodome actually CHEER for the two Lightning Crew members. Cuban Wall throws Drek Stone back into the ring, just as Hoff runs over and starts beating on Wall and Boricua. COLE Now we got a brawl going on outside! Indeed. Hoff takes on Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua. This causes the other OAOAST referees to run down to ringside and stop the fighting. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican has gotten up. He hits Drek with some of his patented (yeah right) shaky leg kicks. P.R. then picks Drek Stone up and gives him a bodyslam. This causes the crowd to start cheering. COLE And here we go! It’s time for PRL to fly! The referees have separated Hoff, Cuban Wall, and Mr. Boricua. While they do that, Tha Puerto Rican exits the ring and climbs the top rope. The crowd stands up and cheers. PR stands up, removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. He sneers at Drek Stone...and then jumps off the top rope, doing the "Up yours!" hand gesture in mid-air, and then dropping his left elbow onto Drek Stone’s chest. COLE Corporate Elbow Drop! The crowd pops for the move. Hoff has returned to his corner, while the referees have taken Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua away. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" P.R. takes a moment to catch his breath, and then gets up. He stomps on Drek Stone a bit, and then picks him up. P.R. sizes Drek up, and then kicks him in the gut. CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! NO! Drek escapes, and elbows PR in the face. The elbows stun PRL, allowing Drek Stone to grab PRL and give him a T-Bone Suplex! COACH Ooh! That hurt PR for sure! The crowd has quieted down. Drek sees that PRL is lying in the center of the ring after the T-Bone Suplex, and gets an idea. The crowd senses what Drek’s going to do next, and starts booing in kind. Drek kicks PR’s left hand onto his chest. The crowds boos get louder. COLE Oh no. COACH Wait a minute! COLE He’s gonna do it again? COACH Wait a minute! Luckily, Drek just so happened to be wearing a black elbow pad on his right elbow tonight (wink). So, he removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down on Tha Puerto Rican. Drek then twists things around a little bit, by telling the crowd to "Go fuck yourselves!" Then he does the weird hand signal things. COACH It’s now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, THE DREK STONE ELBOW! Drek bounces off the ropes, leaps over Tha Puerto Rican, and then bounces off the opposite ropes, THA PUERTO RICAN KIPS UP AND THROWS DREK STONE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! COLE Tha Puerto Rican just sent Drek Stone for a ride! PRL plays to the crowd, who are now mostly cheering him. Drek Stone is kissing the floor. COLE The Champion is down! The challenger is in control! The Corporate Champ leaves the ring. Drek Stone is using the announcer’s table to get up. PR grabs Drek by his hair and takes him over to a ring post. COLE Drek’s eyes are a little glazed over. PRL slams Drek’s head on a ring step! COLE While Drek Stone recovers from that, let’s take a look at the replay of Drek’s attempt at the IntenseZone Elbow. We see the OAOAST Double Feature of Drek bouncing off the ropes before PRL kips up and throws him over the top rope and onto the floor. COACH Oh my! That’s painful to watch! We return to live action with PRL picking Drek up on the outside. PRL whips him--NO--Drek reverses and grabs PRL, lifting him up, and slamming him throat first on a barricade! The crowd groans for that. COLE What a move! PRL rests on the barricade. Drek stops to catch his breath. During this time, another "DREK STONE SUCKS!" chant starts up, so Drek tells the fans in the front row to shut up. Stone slowly walks over to Sofa Central, where he takes off Michael Cole’s headset and puts it on. COACH Yea! DREK STONE Hello? Hello? Am I on? COACH Yeah, you’re on Drek! DREK Good. Look at me everyone! I’m Tha Puerto Rican! Know your role! Shut your mouth! Jabroni! Lay the smackdown on your candy ass! If you smell what The Drek Stone is cooking! COACH Ha! Ha! Good impression, champ! Drek turns his attention to PRL, who is off the barricade. DREK You see that, P.R. It’s not so hard to impersonate The Rock. Why don’t you try to impersonate someone harder next time, like Charlie Haas? THAT’S a challenge! The fatigue is starting to set in for Tha Puerto Rican. He slowly crawls over to where Drek is, perspiring and breathing hard. Drek stops PRL by kicking him upside the head, knocking him down! COACH Ooh! Good shot, Champ! DREK Thanks Coach. You know, this match is turning out easier than I thought. Kicking PRL’s ass is not as hard as it looks. I mean, look at him! He’s a nobody! A loser! He’s a never was. He looks like, if a monkey ate some rice and beans, took a 220 pound dump, and out came Tha Puerto Rican! COACH HA! HA! PRL is crawling over to Sofa Central. He uses the announcer’s table to get up. Drek Stone grabs Michael Cole’s water bottle. DREK Here P.R. Have a taste of your own medicine! Drek opens the water bottle and drinks from it. He then waits for PRL to get near him. AQUAFINA SPEW OF DOOM~! PR wipes his face of Drek’s spit. DREK Yeah! You like that? You like that? Huh? You like that!? Here, let me help you! Drek takes off the headset and grabs PRL, slamming his head onto the timekeeper’s table! COACH Yeah! Get him, Drek! Get him! The crowd is showering Drek with boos. Drek taunts PRL, whose head rests on the timekeeper’s table. COLE Well, Drek is in-- Drek takes off Michael Cole’s headset again. DREK I WASN’T DONE YET! PRL, you are the most pathetic wrestler I’ve ever fought in my entire life! And I’ve fought Ryan Smith! To even call you a wrestler is an insult to all wrestlers everywhere! You get by on your Rock impression, which is a BAD one, if I do say so myself. Your whole persona is a joke, just like your wrestling skills! PRL, you are going down tonight at the Alamodome if it’s the last thing I do. And THAT is the truth, Ruth! THE CHAMP HAS SPO-- *DING!* PRL BLASTS DREK STONE ACROSS THE HEAD WITH THE RINGBELL! COACH Oh no! The crowd cheers as PRL hammers Drek Stone while he still has his headset on. Because of this, you can hear Drek as he gets beat up. DREK AH! OH! OW! OW! OW! AH! AH! AWWWW! OWWW! AHHHH! PRL flips Drek off, and then kicks him in the gut! DREK AAAHHHHH! PRL picks Drek Stone up, taking off his headset in the process, and then clotheslines him back down! PRL then takes off the top of the announcer’s table. COACH No! Don’t do it! Don’t! PRL removes the monitors, the little lamps, and Cole’s little fan. He grabs Drek, and slams him on top of the announcer’s table--NO! Drek blocks it, and slams *PRL* on top of the announcer’s table! Drek then lifts PRL up, and drops him on the edge of the announcer’s table! COACH That’s it Drek! Do it! Strike the death blow! Drek grabs Tha Puerto Rican by his shirt and slams him on top of the announcer’s table again. That move causes PRL to roll onto the top of the table. Drek follows PRL, getting on the top of the announcer’s table, and picking PRL up. Stone taunts the crowd, and then places PRL in a front facelock. He grabs PRL’s tights, and then taunts the crowd again. COACH A Stonecutter! Yeah! Do it! A Stonecutter on top of the table! Do it! Do it! But Drek poses for one second too long! Tha Puerto Rican escapes the Stonecutter attempt and punches Drek in the face several times. PRL then grabs Drek and hooks him up. LATIN SLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE~!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111 COACH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tha Puerto Rican and Drek Stone lie in the wreckage of what was once the announcer’s table. The move has taken a toll on both men’s bodies. The crowd cheers loudly while Hoff and Stephen Joseph Popick look on with concern expressions on their faces. Earl Hebner has gone out of the ring to check on both Puerto and Drek. COACH Jesus! Drek are you okay? Drek, can you hear me? SPEAK TO ME! PRL is coughing, while Drek holds the back of his head. The crowd chants, "P.R.!" again. We see an instant replay of the Latin Slam through the announcer’s table. Once in real-time, and then again in slow motion. When we return to live footage, PRL is sitting up, while Drek is still down. PRL is obviously out of it. COACH PRL’s getting up! What about Drek!? P.R. grabs Drek by his hair and takes him out of the wreckage of the announcer’s table. COACH He may have a concussion, his eyes are glazed over! Are you okay, Drek? PR stops to catch his breath. He throws Drek back into the ring. Meanwhile, Michael Cole has finally gotten back his headset (Thank God!). COLE PRL and Drek Stone doing everything they can to be the World Heavyweight Champion tonight! COACH Aah! You’re back! COLE Yeah. That Latin Slam knocked out my headset for a bit, but now I’m back. COACH Shoot, I was enjoying calling this match by myself. COLE You were the only one enjoying it. Drek lies on the mat, holding his head. PRL stands in the ring, catching his breath. POPICK COME ON P.R.! P.R. must have heard that, since he looks at the crowd. "THAT’S IT!" COLE PR’s going for it! He’s going for the Corporate Nightmare! COACH What good will that do? It won’t end the match! COLE But it might hurt Drek enough that Hoff throws in the towel! COACH I think you’re underestimating Hoff right about now. PR gets ready to deliver the Corporate Nightmare. The crowd starts buzzing in anticipation. COACH Drek, look out! COLE Tha Puerto Rican toying with Drek! Drek Stone slowly gets on one knee. He then uses the ropes to get to a vertical base. Drek is still holding his head with his right hand. COLE PRL’s getting ready! He’s getting ready to finish this match! COACH LOOK OUT! Drek slowly walks towards Tha Puerto Rican... COACH DON’T TURN AROUND! KICK! WHAM! CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! NOPE! Drek escapes the move, grabs PRL’s legs, and brings him down to the mat! COACH Look at this! Drek Stone applies a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF on Tha Puerto Rican! COLE A Texas Cloverleaf in Texas! COACH How appropriate. Hoff grins evilly while Popick starts pacing back and forth. Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican, who is in horrible pain. Drek screams for Popick to throw in the towel, but Popick will not do so. So, Drek tightens the Texas Cloverleaf, causing PRL to scream even more. COACH Go ahead! Throw in the towel, Popick! It’s all over! COLE Is this it? Is this what it will take for Stephen Joseph to throw in the towel!? COACH Yes! Yes! Throw in the towel! Throw in the towel! Or else Drek Stone will break PR’s back! PRL is shaking his head, perhaps as a way of telling Popick not to throw in the towel. PRL starts moving a little bit. COACH Save him, Popick! PR pushes himself up, fighting the submission hold. COACH Do it already! Throw in the towel! The crowd chants, "P.R.!" Tha Puerto Rican has tears coming down his eyes. But then he pushes himself up. COLE He’s trying to break the hold! He’s trying to break the Texas Cloverleaf! COACH He can’t! Popick’s gotta throw in the towel if he wants the pain to end! PRL is holding himself up. He starts wiggling his body around, trying anything to escape the deadly submission hold. He keeps wiggling and squirming. Finally, P.R. summons all the strength he’s got left...and...and...and... PRL BREAKS THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! COLE He did it! He actually did it! What a gut check! He actually broke the hold! COACH I don’t believe it! COLE And neither can Drek Stone! Popick didn’t throw in the towel. The match must continue! Drek ain’t gonna take this lying still. He stomps on PRL, making sure he’s got him nice and ready, and then applies the Texas Cloverleaf AGAIN! PRL ROLLS HIM UP! EARL HEBNER No! No! No! Tha Puerto Rican lets go of the roll up. COLE Pinfalls don’t count, but that was the only way PRL could think of stopping the Texas Cloverleaf again! Drek gets up a little quicker than Tha Puerto Rican, so he kicks P.R. in the head. When PR gets up, Drek punches him in the face. He then does it again, and again. COACH I think Drek’s getting a second wind. Drek Irish whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. When PR bounces off the ropes, Hoff grabs his right foot. COLE Now come on! What was that for? P.R. turns his attention to Drek’s cornerman, and lunges at him. Hoff feigns innocence, but PR knows better. He’s a heel too, you know. P.R. and Hoff get into a yelling contest with Drek looking on. Things get heated; so heated that referee Earl Hebner has to step in. Drek is still watching all of this. COLE Hoff and PRL getting into it again. COACH P.R. just ain’t too bright, is he? COLE Sometimes I wonder. While this is yelling contest is going on, something else is happening outside the ring. Lightning Crew Referee Thomas Rodriguez has appeared, and has grabbed the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeeper’s table. COLE Wait. What’s this? COACH Thomas, what are you doing? The fans are the only one who see Thomas, who is slowly creeping into the ring with the World Title belt. Thomas tells the crowd to be quiet, but, when does that ever work? COLE Thomas Rodriguez, the official Lightning Crew referee, is climbing into the ring with the OAOAST World Title belt! COACH Oh this isn’t going to be good. Not good at all. COLE Can you imagine what this will mean to PRL if Thomas does this? Thomas has entered the ring. He is sweating profusely and shaking a little, almost as if he’s hesitant about what he’s going to do next. The crowd is egging him on. With Drek Stone watching "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Hoff getting into an argument, with Earl Hebner trying to stop it, Thomas sucks up all the courage he has (which isn’t much), and charges forward with the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt! Drek knocks him out without even having to look at him! COACH And so much for that. Thomas falls to the mat like a sack of bricks. Amazingly, PRL hasn’t noticed any of this, and is still yelling at Hoff with Earl Hebner trying desperately to break it up. So, Drek grabs the OAOAST Title that Thomas so graciously left on the mat, and preps himself to do some damage. COLE Uh-oh! PRL finally turns around... into a BELTSHOT from Drek Stone! COLE And Stone just used the Championship belt to nail Tha Puerto Rican between the eyes! Tha Puerto Rican is down! COACH It’s only a matter of time now! It’s only a matter of time! Drek gets up and laughs. Tha Puerto Rican is unconscious on the mat. The crowd is showering him with jeers, but he doesn’t care. Drek looks at Popick, and tells him to throw in the towel. Popick holds his towel up and says, "No way!" That wasn’t the response Drek was looking for. COACH What are you going to have to do, Drek? Think of something! Drek picks up Tha Puerto Rican. He slaps him across the face, and then punches him a few times. Drek Stone whips "The Corporate Champion" into the ropes. PRL reverses. Drek bounces off the ropes. SPINEBUSTER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111111 COLE Right in front of Hoff! COACH But not better than his! The crowd starts cheering loudly. Drek Stone lies in the center of the ring. So, PRL walks over to where Drek is lying...and kicks his right hand over his chest. COACH No! No! No! No! Hoff is panicking on the outside. While Stephen Joseph is yelling, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" PRL takes off his right elbow pad...but then changes his mind. A light bulb pops up above PRL’s head (not literally of course). PRL exits the ring. COLE Wait, where’s PRL going? COACH I don’t know. The crowd is as confused as the announcers are. PRL heads over to a side of the ring and looks underneath the ring apron. COLE I...I don’t understand this at all. COACH Neither do I, Mikey. Neither do I. After a few seconds, PRL pops right back out with...a small brown bag. He climbs back into the ring, the bag in his hands. COLE What the? What’s PRL got in that bag? COACH Why are you asking me? I don’t have X-Ray eyes. If I did, I’d use them for much MUCH different purposes. You know what I’m sayin’? COLE Ugh. I shouldn’t have asked. PRL stands over Drek Stone, the bag in his hands. He unties the bag, and turns it upside down, letting the contents come out. The crowd starts cheering loudly. IT’S THUMBTACKS! COLE Thumbtacks! There were thumbtacks in that bag! COACH What the hell would PRL be doing with thumbtacks!? COLE He must have gotten them just in case he needed them for tonight! PRL dumps the bag o’ thumbtacks all over Drek Stone’s chest. Now Hoff is starting to grow worry. PRL throws the bag away, the thumbtacks completely covering Drek’s chest. COLE There must be hundreds of thumbtacks inside that bag! And they’re all on Drek Stone’s chest! COACH Oh man! This isn’t right! This isn’t right! Somebody stop this! Would somebody please stop this! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP THIS!?!?! PRL looks at the crowd, and then at Hoff, who stands stoned face. PRL does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, leaps over Drek, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. COLE He’s not really going to do this, is he? No way! COACH No! No! No! PRL stops, and raises his right elbow in the air. A hush silence falls over the crowd. COLE Oh my! Oh my God! PRL looks at Hoff, motioning for him to throw in the towel. But Hoff stands still, staring at PRL as if to say, "You wouldn’t dare." So, PRL motions "Oh well." AND THEN DROPS THE INTENSEZONE ELBOW ON DREK STONE!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111 "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE OH MY GOD! The crowd explodes in cheers. Drek Stone now has hundreds of thumbtacks nailed into his chest! Drek screams out in horrible, horrible pain! He rolls around the mat, the thumbtacks stuck on him, screaming until his face turns red. PRL gets up, and he now has some of the thumbtacks on his right elbow pad. Hoff is trying to remain strong, but you could tell that what just happened has affected him. Popick, on the other hand, is ecstatic. COLE I have never seen anything like that in my entire life! PRL, Tha Puerto Rican, has just driven hundreds of thumbtacks into Drek Stone’s body with the IntenseZone Elbow! And now Drek Stone is in tremendous pain in the ring! COACH That monster! He’s trying to MURDER Drek Stone! Is this the man who wants to be OAOAST Champion!? He doesn’t deserve it! He doesn’t deserve the belt AT ALL! COLE The 60,000 plus fans in the Alamodome are going nuts! PRL has just done the unthinkable on Drek Stone! And Hoff, his cornerman, will STILL, STILL NOT throw in the towel! COACH Look at Drek! He’s in pain! Horrible, horrible pain! All those thumbtacks in his chest! His heart! His lungs! They might have holes in them now! Drek might be dead soon! COLE I don’t think PRL cares about that right now. All he cares about is winning the OAOAST Title! COACH Will he please think of Drek for just one second? Come on! He’s put the man through enough hell tonight! COLE And he won’t stop until Hoff throws in the towel. COACH Well that’s not going to happen tonight! COLE It may just happen if PRL keeps this up. COACH Aaah! PRL looks at Hoff, and tells him to throw in the towel. But Hoff will not do anything PRL tells him to do. The crowd is still hot following the IntenseZone Elbow. PRL takes some of the thumbtacks out of his elbow pad, and then slowly gets up. He goes to pick Drek Stone up, but Drek Stone nails him with a low blow! PRL jumps up and down around the ring, holding his special area. While he does this, Drek uses the ropes to get up. COACH Drek is STILL fighting! He’s got hundreds of thumbtacks in his body, but he’s STILL fighting! Drek grabs Tha Puerto Rican and slams his head on the turnbuckle bolt that he exposed earlier! PRL collapses to the mat! COLE PRL just hit got hit in the head on that exposed turnbuckle! He’s down and out! COACH Yes! PRL is on the mat, so Stone exits the ring. Stone heads over to the timekeeper’s table where he forces Michael Buffer out of his seat. Drek takes Buffer’s steel chair, and then walks back into the ring. COLE Oh no! I don’t like where this is going. The crowd lays into Drek, but Stone isn’t paying attention. Drek is in the ring, and staring evilly at PRL. The OAOAST World Champion walks over to PRL and traps PRL’s head in between the chair. COLE Oh my! Oh my! What’s he doing! What’s he doing now!? What’s Drek Stone thinking of? COACH I don’t know, Mikey! But this is going to be nasty! I love it! The crowd is getting louder, actually worried for PRL! Drek, his chest practically silver now thanks to all the thumbtacks stuck to him, picks The Corporate Champion up onto his feet. Drek looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face. Hoff has an evil grin on his face, while Popick is growing increasingly worried. COLE How far is Drek Stone willing to go to keep the OAOAST World Title? COACH We are about to find out! Louder, and louder the crowd gets. Drek Stone places PRL in between his legs in a standing headscissors; the chair still wrapped around Puerto’s head. COLE Oh my! OH MY! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY STOP THIS! SOMEBODY STOP THIS! COACH Yeah! Do it Drek! Do it! Drek Stone grabs PR, and lifts him up in the air! COLE This is too much! Come on Popick! Stop this! COACH Hey. Turn about’s fair play! Drek Stone has got PRL up in the air for a powerbomb. The crowd is going nuts, knowing what’s in store for Tha Puerto Rican. Hoff is laughing manically, while Stephen Joseph Popick is yelling at Drek not to do it. COLE Somebody get out here and stop this! This is too much! COACH Hey, all Popick has to do is throw in the towel, and it’ll be over! COLE He won’t do it! PR told him not to throw in the towel under any circumstances. And Popick’s gonna remain loyal to PRL! COACH Well, it’s gonna be his fault, then. Drek still has PRL up in the air. The crowd is begging Drek not to do it. Popick pleads with Drek to stop, but Hoff tells him that the only way he won’t do it is if Popick throws in the towel. Edited October 2, 2006 by NYU Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) HOFF Throw in the towel, boy! Just throw in the towel! Popick looks at Hoff, then the towel, then PRL. Drek still has PRL up in the air, barely conscious. Popick raises his towel in the air, looking like he is about to throw it into the ring. COLE Is he gonna do it? COACH If he does it, PRL loses his chance to become Champion! COLE But if he doesn’t, PRL’s career could be in danger! COACH I think the choice is obvious! Hoff keeps egging Popick on. Popick is still debating this in his head. The crowd begs Drek not to do this, but Drek is just waiting to see what Popick does. COLE For God sakes, you could break his neck! COACH Throw in the towel, Popick! And save your friend’s career! Popick wipes the sweat off his forehead with his hands. He looks at PR, then Drek, then Hoff, and then the towel. Finally, he puts his hand down and shakes his head. "No! I’m not gonna do it!" He says. COACH Oh Popick. You’re going to regret doing that. Popick continues shaking his head "no". Hoff looks at Drek as if to say, "Well, you gotta do what you gotta go." So, Drek charges forward, holding PRL up in the air (who still has the steel chair wrapped around his neck)... AND DELIVERS A VICIOUS POWERBOMB ON HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111 COACH YO~! COLE OH MY GOD! PRL has been folded in half thanks to that powerbomb! The crowd is in shock. Puerto Rican is on lying on the mat spread-eagle. "HO-LEE SHIT!" "HO-LEE SHIT!" "HO-LEE SHIT!" "HO-LEE SHIT!" COLE I can’t believe what I just saw! COACH You just saw how far Drek Stone will go to keep his World Title! COLE He didn’t have to do that! He didn’t have to resort to that! COACH But he did Michael! And that’s the important thing. That he did! And hey, Popick could have stopped it. BUT HE CHOOSE NOT TO. We see an instant replay of the running powerbomb. Once in real time, and then again in slow motion. We return to real time to see Tha Puerto Rican kicking the mat wildly in pain, the steel chair STILL wrapped around his neck. COLE There could be some serious damage to PRL’s neck! He could have crushed his larynx! COACH Now he’ll know how The Mad Cappa felt. Blood begins slowly trickling out of PRL’s mouth. COLE Oh, uh-oh. He’s bleeding. PRL is bleeding from the mouth! COACH He must have internal injuries! COLE Drek is sick! He’s a sick human beign! He’s sick for doing what he just did! COACH This is how much Drek Stone loves being OAOAST World Champion! THIS is how much that belt means to him! You’re seeing his love for the title being displayed right now in front of all of these fans in the Alamodome! Drek stands up. He sees PRL bleeding from the mouth. The chair still wrapped around his head. Drek sneers at PRL. Popick is holding his mouth, silently saying a prayer for his client and friend. Hoff smirks at Popick and PRL. Drek looks over at Popick. DREK STONE IS THAT ENOUGH FOR YA? Drek demands that Popick throw in the towel, but Popick is still refusing to do so. Hoff is all like, "Come on man! Enough already!" While Drek is starting to get seriously pissed off now. He runs his hands through his hair, and then stomps the mat in frustration. PRL is starting to move, so Drek goes back to work on him.Seeing PRL slowly begin to pick his head up off the mat, Drek fires an incredibly stiff kick against PRL’s cheek. The sheer impact forces Lightning to painfully spray a mist of flourescent blood out of his mouth, causing many of the fans in attendance to groan in sympathy. COLE I don’t like the look of this at all anymore. Somebody needs to end this match and end it quickly. With sorrow in his eyes, Popick looks at his friend suffering in the ring and stares down at the towel in his hands. Seriously beginning to debate exactly what he wants to do, he clenches the towel tightly with his right hand and warily wipes the sweat off his forehead. Meanwhile, it has become clear that Drek has officially reached his breaking point. Pulling at the roots of his hair now, Drek irately stares down at PRL. He then looks out of the ring towards Hoff. Hoff, almost knowing what his partner is thinking at this point, shakes his head no. But that’s not good enough. Drek hops out of the ring and sprints towards his cornerman, looking almost like a man possessed. COLE Even Hoff doesn’t want any part in this anymore. He doesn’t want to have any part in potentially ending a career. COACH But it looks like Drek wants something from him. What it is…I don’t have the slightest idea. Drek steps towards the big man – the guy who’s been on his side throughout this entire ordeal so far – and holds out his hand. But Hoff folds his arms and shakes his head no. DREK Give it to me. HOFF No. I’m not going to let you do this. With more anger in his voice, Drek orders Hoff again. DREK Hoff, I know what I’m doing here. Give me the damn thing. HOFF I’m not letting you ruin your life. No! With pure rage, Drek turns and kicks the heavy metal steps near the corner post. The force sends the top layer of the stairs tumbling towards the barricade, sending a loud boom through the Alamodome. Hoff’s eyes actually widen at this gesture of wrath from Drek and his resolute suddenly begins to crumble. DREK You’re reaching a point you don’t want to cross. I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING! GIVE IT TO ME! Hoff takes a deep breath and wipes the hair out of his eyes. DREK GIVE IT TO ME OR, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU’LL REGRET IT! NOW! Shutting his eyes tightly, almost not believing that he’s about to do this, Hoff puts his hand in his pocket – and pulls out a gun. COLE OH MY GOD! COACH Oh God, no. This isn’t good! From the other side of the ring, Popick loudly shouts for the Heavyweight Champion to drop the weapon, but Drek has now completely shut out the outside world. He rolls into the ring, with the revolver in his hand, and stomps towards Puerto Rican Lightning. PRL, with his eyes half closed, sees Drek Stone approaching with the weapon. With a gasp, PRL stretches out his right hand and tries clawing his way to the apron. Alas, he is in absolutely no condition to be trying something like that. With a demented chuckle, Drek stomps his foot on PRL’s hand, stopping the #1 Contender right in his tracks. He then immediately lowers the gun towards PRL’s head until it’s only approximately a feet away from his head. COLE Somebody needs to interject here. Somebody! Drek Stone can’t be allowed to do this! Popick instinctively hops onto the apron, ready to interfere, but Drek turns his head and screams towards Lightning’s cornerman. DREK POPICK, YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP IN THIS RING, AND I WILL SHOOT! I SWEAR TO GOD! With a gulp, Popick immediately stops himself on the apron and stares into the ring. DREK Don’t even THINK about coming in here! Stop yourself right there! Behind him, the referee tries tip-toeing towards Drek Stone with his hand outstretched. Looking like he wants to play the hero here and snatch the gun away from Drek quickly, the referee gets only a few feet away from the Heavyweight Champion! But Drek then snaps his head around and, with the revolver still pointed at PRL’s head, screams for the referee to stop. DREK And if YOU take another step further, I’ll shoot. NOBODY MOVE! I DON’T WANT ONE PERSON IN THIS BUILDING TO TAKE A BREATH! PRL slowly tries to pick himself off the mat, but the sight of his bright red blood dripping out of his mouth forces him to start gagging. Painfully coughing the plasma from his throat, Lightning simply lets his head sink back to the mat. With a sadistic smile, Drek then looks at Stephen Popick. DREK Popick, do it. With his eyes starting to well up, Popick looks down at his best friend. DREK Do it, Stephen. Don’t let his blood be on your hands. Popick takes the white towel off his shoulder and stares into it, rubbing the tough fabric in between his fingers. DREK This isn’t worth it. The Heavyweight Title isn’t worth it. HIS LIFE ISN’T WORTH IT! I WILL DO IT! And you know I will! With sweat trickling from his forehead, PRL tries picking his head back off the mat once again, but the dizziness overtakes him once more. DREK I WILL DO IT! THROW IN THE DAMN TOWEL, STEPHEN! Not satisfied with the quickness of Popick’s response, Drek finally cocks the gun… …lowers it towards the left temple of PRL’s head… …readies himself to pull the trigger… …but stops as Popick’s white towel floats into the ring. *DING! DING! DING!* The crowd collectively gasps – half in surprise, half in relief – as the bell rings and Drek lets the gun fall to his feet. The referee quickly seizes the Heavyweight Championship from the timekeeper’s table and hands it to Drek Stone, wanting the champion to leave the ring as soon as possible. But hearing “Woke Up This Morning” playing over the loudspeakers triumphantly has finally snapped Drek out of his madness. With a deep breath and a wide smile, Drek laughs as he cradles the title in his arms. COLE Of all the sick, horrible things I’ve seen Drek Stone do in his entire tenure in the OAOAST…I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything as awful as I saw tonight. COACH He did what he had to do to win, Cole. That’s the story of Drek Stone’s career. He will ALWAYS do what he has to do to win. He begged for Popick to throw in the towel SEVERAL times during that match. Did he possibly go too far in the end? COLE YES HE DID. Without a doubt! COACH Maybe…but he’s still the Heavyweight Champion, Cole! Even after so many people doubted him and felt PRL had all the momentum in the world! So maybe Drek Stone is doing something right after all. As Drek joyously holds the title above his head, Popick’s knees quiver from beneath him, forcing Stephen to sit on the ring apron to compose himself. With tears starting to well in his eyes, Popick can’t bear to look at his friend in the ring. Feeling as if he’s almost let him down, Stephen dejectedly places his head in his arms, letting his emotions overtake him. COLE What has Drek Stone done? What kind of damage has he done here? What has he done to PRL, first off? He may have ended his career and he almost ended his life! And what the hell could he have psychologically done to Stephen Popick in the past few minutes? COACH He DIDN’T request this match, Cole! He only fought in it! He can’t be blamed for what happened here! COLE OF COURSE HE CAN! THAT’S RIDICULOUS! Hoff warily steps into the ring, seemingly reluctant to get near the person he considered his closest friend in the OAOAST only a few minutes ago. But Drek, too wrapped up in his celebration, doesn’t even seem to notice. He stands on the middle turnbuckle and raises his title up to the crowd, receiving a blistering reaction in return. COLE And I think Drek is bipolar. I really do. He goes from insane rage to jovial happiness in two seconds flat. How is he even celebrating now? He was ready to murder somebody a minute ago! COACH Mood swings, baby. Gotta love them! Once he gets off the middle turnbuckle, Drek turns – and sees Popick looking absolutely defeated on the apron. He then swivels his head and sees the unconscious PRL still out cold on the mat. Shaking his head in amused disbelief, Drek bends down and picks the gun back up off the mat. COLE Wait…wait! What is he doing?! COACH I-I don’t know. Drek, what the hell are you doing?! Drek grabs a solid hold of PRL’s hair and pulls his head back, forcing the challenger to open his eyes and stare straight ahead. Drek now points the gun in PRL’s face, only a few inches away from his nose! COLE NO! NO! Before anybody could run into the ring and stop this latest attempt… …Drek Stone pulls the trigger! *CLICK* The crowd screams as no bullet flies out of the gun. Lightning’s eyes flutter as Drek crouches down, still holding PRL’s head back by his hair. With delight, Drek opens the chamber… …and reveals there were no bullets inside. COLE WHAT?! COACH I KNEW IT! With a chuckle, Drek pats PRL’s head disrespectfully and allows him to sink his head back to the mat. COACH I knew it all along! Drek Stone ALWAYS had it under control! The Heavyweight Champion stands back up and turns towards Hoff – who is now beaming. He steps towards his cornerman and gives him an ecstatic hug, sending the crowd into another booing fit. COACH It was a ruse! A sham! A hoax! They conned us! They deceived us! They tricked us! There wasn’t any tension here – it was all pretend! Everything was! COLE I don’t believe it. With both men now united, Drek Stone and Hoff step out between the ropes and start to walk back up the ramp. Holding the Heavyweight Title high above his head, Drek basks in his amazingly arrogant aura as he ascends towards the curtains. COACH This entire feud, Cole – it’s been about who’s better at the cheating game. PRL outmanuevered Drek Stone for weeks. He outcheated Drek Stone to beat Hoff and get the #1 Contendership. He outcheated Drek Stone and cost him his win in the TriCappaThon. He frustrated the Heavyweight Champion OVER and OVER again! But tonight, Cole, you know what?! COLE Ugh. COACH TONIGHT…Drek Stone outcheated Puerto Rican Lightning. He outmanuevered him! He showed PRL that while PRL was good…Drek is still the master! This is…my God, he is a genius! COLE So…this was all a trick. COACH Exactly. He wasn’t going off the deep end near the end. He wasn’t fighting with Hoff. He wasn’t conflicted over having to commit a murder to keep his title. No, no, no. It was all planned, right down to the detail. There were no bullets in that gun! He just knew Popick would blink first! Finally, once he gets to the top of the ramp, Drek Stone lifts the title above his head with both arms. Still ecstatic to see his plan has worked tonight, Drek stares into the ring without a bit of remorse as Popick slowly steps towards PRL to check on his condition. Lightning is slowly beginning to stir, ignoring the wishes from the paramedics to lie completely still, but he luckily can’t see Drek’s celebration. Meanwhile, the speculation at the commentary booth continues. COLE You know what, Coach? I just realized something. COACH What’s that? COLE Think about it. I don’t know, maybe I’m reading too much into this. In the past year…how many times have we seen a superstar pull a gun on another wrestler? COACH Well, off the top of my head, I guess I can only think of one. COLE Right. In desperation, that man pulled out a gun against a fellow wrestler. Much like Drek did against PRL tonight! Now…do you remember who that superstar was that pulled out the gun? COACH Yeah…I do. COLE Okay. Now, don’t you think it’s just a little…coincidental…that Drek somehow happened to do it tonight? We had never seen a gun incident in the four years of this place’s existence. And suddenly we see it TWICE in the past two months? COACH Are you proposing that Drek might have borrowed the idea? COLE He could have borrowed it because he genuinely thought it was a good idea. Or he could have borrowed it to mock the previous wrestler who did it. Or it could have been a combination of both. As the Pay-Per-View picture starts to fade out, Drek still triumphantly holds the title over his head. COACH But the only other person that I can think of that pulled out a gun was… COLE Zack Malibu. COACH …you’re crazy. *FADE TO BLACK* Edited October 2, 2006 by NYU Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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