Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 (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~! TONIGHT... IF WE CAN'T GET ALONG, WE'LL GET IT ON HI-YAH Tag Team Title The Heavenly Rockers vs. Lone Star Gunslingers vs. Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew © LET'S PLAY THE FEUD! Leon Rodez & Alix Spezia vs. Theodore Moneymaker & Jade Rodez LAST CALL? Heartland Title Thunderkid vs. "After Hours" Felix Strutter © BEST OF THE REST Krista Isadora Duncan & D*LUX vs. Christian Wright, Simon Singleton & CPA Vitamin X vs. Jacob Cross TURN UP THE HEAT~! 24/7 Title Colombian Heat vs. Cuban Wall © CLASH OF THE CHAMPIONS World Heavyweight Title 3-time SWF Champion Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix vs. 3-time OAOAST Champion Zack Malibu © And now, OAOAST HOME ENTERTAINMENT proudly presents... THE 6TH ANNUAL "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* LIVE! Washington, D.C. SCHIAVONE They are hanging from the rafters... VENTURA SCHIAVONE ...here tonight in our nation's capital for the event that has been sold out since January, the 6th annual Great Angle Bash! Hi again, everyone. Great to be with you once again. I gotta be honest, Jess, I was a bit worried when Maggie and Josh handled the hosting duties at School's Out. It was like somebody was trying to send us a message. VENTURA To you maybe. I got a no-cut guaranteed contract. They can't touch me. SCHIAVONE Thanks for sticking up for me, partner. Anyway, fans, what a card we have in store for you this evening. But before we head to the ring for our first match, I understand Anglesault has a major announcement to deliver. Let's go to him right now. The view is switched to Anglesault sitting behind his desk in his make shift office in the locker room. ANGLESAULT Ladies and gentlemen, first and foremost let me thank you for joining us for The Great Angle Bash. We understand that your time and your dollar is very important to you, and we appreciate you spending both of them on us. Also, allow me to thank all of you for making 2007 such a wonderful year. We've seen fantastic matches from veterans and rookies alike, we've sold out the Skydome, we've returned prestige to our world title and I know that the year is only going to get better. Now, I don't want to waste any more of your time with my rambling, I want to get back to all our great action just as quickly as you do. So I'll try to make my announcement as quick and concise as possible. For many years the OAOAST has maintained a working relationship with the Japanese promotion HI-YAH. You've seen HI-YAH titles defended on OAOAST television and on OAOAST pay views for quite some time. You've watched HI-YAH superstars wow you with their feats of amazing strength. During our adolescence this was an advantageous relationship. But as we've ascended into adulthood, and our goals have expanded into solidifying our position as the dominant international brand in professional wrestling, it's become readily apparent that such an arrangement is determent to our health. Thus it is with great sorrow that I announce that we are terminating our relationship with HI-YAH. But it is with great joy that I announce that the OAOAST has purchased the HI-YAH promotion. With this acquisition, there is no question in anybody's mind that the OAOAST is the premier body in professional wrestling. Anglesault smiles. ANGLESAULT I won't bore you with the business details, or the bragging over global expansion, I'll leave that to the press releases. What you all want to know is how is this going to affect OAOAST in ring action. While there are still details to be worked out on several levels, I can promise you this, that within the next month you will witness an earthshaking event in the tag division. The HI-YAH tag team champions will battle the OAOAST Tag Champions, and only one team will emerge with championship gold. That newly merged belt will be named the One and Only World Tag Team Title. The OAOAST has long prided itself on it's strong tag division, and with this title merger the division will only get stronger and more prestigious. Once again thank you for joining us this evening, enjoy the rest of the show. We cut back to Tony and Jesse on the interview stage. SCHIAVONE VENTURA Well that lived up to the hype. The OAOAST has purchase HI-YAH promotions and there will be a tag title unification soon. Wow. And look at you Schiavone, you're speechless. I guess that leaves me with only one thing to do and that's toss it over to ring announcer Michael Buffer. Edited June 25, 2007 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 BUFFER The following six-person, intergender tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! "You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Money Talks" by AC/DC rocks through the Verizon Center as a sea of bodies emerge onto the patriotic stage. Leading the way come Mackenzie DeCenzo and the solemn-as-ever Jade Rodez, Mackenzie making all the grand gestures to flaunt the entrance of the first member of the team, Christian Wright. The Natural stops for a moment, setting down his briefcase in order to straighten out his tie and jacket before continuing on his way with Mackenzie. Close behind is Simon Singleton, lugging along his 'Siclopse' video camera and tripod and beaming from ear to ear for some reason, in spite of the boos and insults thrown his way from below. And bringing up the rear comes the muscle, Christopher Patrick Allen, carrying his 6-Man Tag Team Title belt in his hand. BUFFER One the way to the ring are team number one, representing THE ENTERPRISE! Accompanied to the ring by The Chief Financial Officer of The Enterprise, MACKENZIE DECENZO... and, Ms. JADE RODEZ. (crowd boos) First, they comprise two of the three thirds of the OAOAST World 6-Man Tag Team Champions! From 'The Collection Agency', he weighs two hundred, eighty pounds... CHRISTOPHER PATRICK AAAALLLEEEEEENN!! His partner, hailing from Beverly Hills, California. Two hundred, twenty five pounds... this is "THE VIDEO VOYEUR", one half of the Beverly Hills Blonds, SIMON SSSIIIIIIINNGGLLEEETTOOOONN!! And, rounding out the team. Now residing in Washington, DC... *cheap pop* BUFFER ...but, originally from Raleigh, North Carolina... *cheap heel heat!* BUFFER ...he is The Financial Analyst for The Enterprise. Weighing in at 8 1/3 bars of gold! He is "THE NATURAL"... CHRISTIAN... WWWRRRRIIIIIIIGGHHHTT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The Enterprise trio have made their way into the ring by now, watched on by the Siclopse which takes pride of place on the rampway. COLE Two-thirds of the 6-Man Tag Team Champions, conveniently enough missing the third member of their team for tonight. This match was originally scheduled to be Krista Isadora Duncan and D*LUX challenging for the titles against The Beverly Hills Blonds and CPA. However, some political 'manouevering' from Enterprise CEO Theodore Moneymaker got the line-up changed a couple of weeks ago, so this will be a non-title match. But, plenty of history to this match nonetheless. Especially after what we saw just last week... Snarling in primal rage, Krissy springs forward with weapon raised to level the fatal blow. Unfortunately, while the blow may prove devastating, it's harsh affects won't be felt by Simon. Rather it's Jade Rodez, apparently hit by Krista's back swing, who emits chilling roars of torture as she falls into the canvas. Bright blond hair spills in front of her bonelessly limp body, shielding the terrible damage Krista's inadvertent attack must've caused from the camera. The fans, previously enraptured by Krista's femme fatale antics, are deadly silent at the sight of Jade's wounded condition. COLE Oh god. I..I..think...Jade getting struck right in the head with that field hockey stick.... COACH That's the second week in a row these morons., who think they're operating in Jade's best interest, have let their temper get the best of them, and she gets hurt because of it. Way to go! Krista is overcome by an immeasurable amount of sorrow and guilt. Distraught tears well in the corner of her blue eyes, as she observes the horrific damage she's brought onto her former protege. She drops to her knees, frantically using her decent medical knowledge to try and will Jade back to health. Her usually sarcastic mouth now pours out river of apologies and regrets towards her lost friend. In her moment of greatest weakness, the serpent bites the hardest. The impact of Wright's chair shot against her back is a blast of white fire. A few seconds later there is another impact against her back, that is the guard rail, and the room turns upside down, and she falls towards the ceiling, but not really, of course: it simply feels that way because Wright has thrown her over the guard rail and she's falling head first to the floor, and neither her arms nor legs seem to want to make the landing easy on her. Thus she splats on the floor, the considerable pain in her body, preventing her from noticing that through the bars, Jade is rising to her feet, looking as though the catastrophic accident never occurred. COLE Wait a second... While Cole may like to pontificate over Jade's quick recovery, he's forced to pay attention towards an outraged Shayne Brave sinking his hooks into Krista's assailant with a piggyback sleeper. Yet his act of retribution doesn't last long, before the suddenly proactive Jade pulls him off her stable mate. Brave is left in a state of disbelief over her defense of Wright, and demands that she comes to her senses and leave these “animals to their cages”. Whatever her answer to his order is, he's not conscious to hear it as CPA and Singleton decimate him with a double lariat. Their limbs cross at his throat, sniping him like scissors, and letting him casually sink to the mat like a discarded piece of paper. “BOOOOOO!” Security floods the scene of the crime, wishing to avoid a repeat of last week. Thankfully, The Enterprise retreats without hassle, walking up the ramp with hands raised, and mouthes smiling. Even Jade looks pleased with her role in the proceedings, and shows little signs of injury or affliction. We cut back to live action, directly to Jade Rodez, who stares down the aisle with an almost vacant expression. COLE And, I still cannot believe the temerity of that young girl. To exploit what happened to her two weeks ago with her brother in that way was downright wrong. Whatever sympathy she held before, she really threw back in everyone's faces. COACH Now, hold up a second. I've done my job as a broadcast journalist, instead of just jumping to conclusions and I actually talked to Mr. Moneymaker earlier today. He told me that there's no suggestion that Jade was 'faking' anything on Thursday night. Jade was checked out by Mr. Moneymaker's personal doctor that night and he diagnosed a stress-related mental condition. The moment Jade saw that hockey stick coming at her, she had a flashback to that dreadful moment her own brother tried to decapitate her with a chair on live TV, she blacked out, fainted. She's in a very fragile condition. So, ease up cous'. COLE Obviously, she's not in a bad enough condition to miss being at ringside tonight. COACH It's what you sappy commentators call 'heart' Mikey. And she's got PLENTY of it. COLE Yeah, I think I overheard Ned saying something along those lines about her the other day. As the song you're most likely to hear if you turn your radio on right now, even if it's tuned to some sort of classical music station or something, "Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5 plays, the fans erupt as D*LUX make their way out onto the stage. Shayne finds the time to salute the mass of D*LUX fans on his side of the stage, Tyler very much focused on the ring and on the duo's former leader Jade Rodez. The two, clad in special, red white and blue died denim jeans (well, I guess they're blue to start with. But, you get the point) try to fire each other up as they walk to the ring. They don't make it far though, before "Nighttime" by Britt Black hits. COLE Nevermind Jade, you might want to put Mackenzie on the watchlist as far as fainting goes when this next competitor comes out! So to speak. Why one half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions has singles theme music is anyone's guess. But she does and here she comes, Krista Isadora Dunca, to a BOOMING response from the crowd! Krista's appearance certainly seems to perk up D*LUX who stop and applaud their partner as a golden pyro wall explodes across the length of the stage. After it evaporates, Krista emerges and downs a swig of hard liquor. Upon finishing, she slams the empty bottle onto the stage and walks towards the ring. BUFFER And, the opponents! First, total combined weight, three hundred eighty two pounds... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! And their tag-team partner. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. She is a best selling author and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos! The Queen Of Sting! The Devil In It's Most Beautiful Form! The Ambassador of Kick Your Ass-ador! She is "MISS CALIFORNIA"... KKRRIIIIISSTTAAAA ISADORA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" D*LUX glide past the Siclopse in their way and enter the ring, the referee who drew the short straw for this one Mike Chioda pleading with them to wait for the bell as they come in with fists clenched. Behind them, Krista doesn't glide. She doesn't so much as take a step either side. Krista just walks through the Siclopse as if it weren't there. As the tripod goes flying to the ramp and then off of it to the arena floor for good measure, Simon holds his head in his hands. The Enterprise quickly bail out with Krista on the warpath, Simon bemoaning the fact he forgot to keep up his insurance payments as he rushes over to where his Siclopse lies. COACH It's a good job Krista's familiar enough with her attorney to have him on speed-dial, because that's a lawsuit right there! COLE Actually, Krista's lawyer happens to be female. COACH HAHA! Yeah, good one! A female lawyer? What next, a female politician!? A male chef? Come on Michael, you can't kid a kidder, you can't ball a balla, I ain't falling for that line! As The Enterprise discuss strategy on the outside, the strategy in the ring is clear. Krista wants to start, D*LUX ain't gonna argue. So out to the apron they go, leaving Miss California to cordially invite one of her opponents to "collect the two testicles you have between you and get in the ring!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" Eventually, dragging himself away from the wreckage of his camera, Simon Singleton collects those testicles (or, perhaps not) and slides into the ring ready to start the match... ...before immediately ducking his head through the ropes as Krista approaches, not ready to start the match. Referee Chioda does his job and moves the volatile Miss Duncan back. Which is the opportunity for Simon to duck back in and cheapshot Krista with a forearm to the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And the first cheapshot of the match comes with the clock at 0:00. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and already Krista is on the backfoot, to the amusement of all in the Enterprise camp. Except Jade I guess, who shows no emotion either way. With Krista checking her face is in tact Simon points to his temple, to show the world he has the brains. Simon then takes KID by the arm and looks to send her into the ropes with an irish whip. A reversal of fortunes sends Singleton in the ropes though. Up and over goes Krista with the leapfrog and as the Video Voyeur puts on the brakes to avoid a collision with Tyler Bryant who has moved down the apron, he wheels around... ...inverted atomic drop... *SMACK!* ...and a Superkick, Simon left sprawled out into the centre of the ring after experiencing Krista's Great California Adventure! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Early tag is made, Krista bringing in "Showtime" Shayne. It soon becomes apparant why Krista got out so quickly as she pulls her compact mirror out and checks her features once she's on the apron. Meanwhile, Shayne goes running down the apron and scales the turnbuckles. Still shaken up from the Superkick, up to his feet staggers Simon. Around staggers Simon. And into a big Flying Crossbody staggers Simon... 1... 2... No. Still staggering, a clothesline might not have been the best move for Simon to attempt just yet. His wild attempt is ducked and countered by Shayne, catching and wringing out the arm before making the tag to Tyler Bryant! Up top heads Tyler, ignoring the view down Krista's red Obey™ tank top just long enough to drop the double sledge across Simon's out-stretched arm. COLE D*LUX, the tag team specialists. And although The Enterprise are a unit, it's fair to say this trio is somewhat of a 'makeshift' unit. COACH All motivated by the same thing though, money. COLE Well, D*LUX and Krista are all motivated by the same thing as well, that being revenge. Taking over where his partner left off, Tyler wrings out the arm. A blind tag is made and Shayne is now legal again, which prompts Christian to start his own five count to show the referee how it should be done. His five count of course doesn't matter and the boybanders play to the referee's rules as Tyler backs Simon into the ropes, armdragging him out. As Simon rolls through to his feet, he then walks right into the now legal member of D*LUX, as Tyler slingshots his own partner into the ring, Shayne catching the arm and bringing Singleton over with a (very) modified armdrag! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Shayne and Tyler high-five, Tyler offering the same opportunity to Krista. Showing her superior smarts, KID distracts the youthful boybander by pointing behind him. And by the time he's realised that Krista was pointing at nothing more than a pudgy woman in a Zack Malibu shirt, which makes her one of many and therefore nothing special, Krista has already waltzed down the apron admiring the craft and manufacture of the ring-ropes. COACH Son, you just got straight burned. Get used to it. No high-fives are being exchanged in the ring meanwhile, as Singleton has managed to turn the tide of the match, eye-raking his way out of another arm-wringer. Quickly Simon gets across to his corner, making the tag to a fresh man, Christian Wright. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wright comes in full of confidence and charges... ...into an armdrag. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH C'mon, what is this Mexico? Enough with the armdrags already. Hanging onto the arm, Shayne points to Krista and asks if the crowd want to see Miss California back in the match. Predictably, the result is unanimous. Krista accepts the tag and CW's eyes bug open in fear as his tormentor for so many years steps in, ignoring the armwork D*LUX have been using and just punting Wright in the ribs with a white Addias snow boot. COLE Well here we go. If there's one consolation for Christian Wright, it's that Krista has only had three days to stew over what happened on HeldDOWN~! Not much of a consolation, but it's something I guess. Wright retreats from Krista and begs for forgiveness for so many sins. Does he not realise he's facing Krista Isadora Duncan? Evidently not. Krista follows CW into a neutral corner and stomps him in the chest. Again. Again. Again and again and again with no end in sight until Singleton comes down the apron to complain, Krista breaking away to punch The Video Voyeur between the eyes! Krista then returns to The Natural, scaling the middle rope in front of her hapless opponent. Faced with a face-full of crotch, Wright covers his eyes with his hands and prays not for a repeat of his embarrassment from AngleMania, as Krista balls up the fist... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...wait for it... "TEN!" "ELEVEN!" "TWELVE!" "THIRTEEN!" COLE Uhm... Krista... "FOURTEEN!" "FIFTEEN!" COLE Krista, never one for wrestling conventions... "SIXTEEN!" "SEVENTEEN!" COACH C'mon ref, that's gotta be five seconds by now! COLE Well, duh. "EIGHTEEN!" "NINETEEN!" "TWENTY!" "TWENTY-ONE!" Like any good gambler, Krista stops on twenty-one. After all, you don't say "Hit me." after twenty-one. To be fair, Christian wasn't saying "Hit me." at all, but that really not important. With Wright seeing stars, the one large star in front of him manoeuveres on the ropes, making her way around onto his shoulders. Wright tries to walk out of the corner carrying Krista in the electric chair, which he soon regrets as KID tumbles forward into a Victory Roll... 1... 2... No! COACH Now, is it a 'victory roll' if it doesn't get the victory? Shouldn't it just be called a 'roll'? Both CW and KID roll out to their feet. Krista is a step ahead and whips around, driving the flat of her boot into Christian's gut with a rolling sole BUTT. A quick uppercut under the chin rocks Wright's equilibrium. And with The Natural a sitting duck, off the ropes comes Krista, whipping her far leg around into Wright's face with a Spinning Wheel Kick! COLE Combination of moves from Krista. So quick in the ring. COACH It's all like a song and dance to her, she's not a real wrestler the likes of Christian. COLE She's sure dealing with the 'real wrestler' pretty well at the moment. Heading out of the ring, Krista keeps a close eye on the rest of The Enterprise as she heads up to the third floor. As KID perches on the top turnbuckle, Mackenzie watches on intently... a little too intently, perhaps... certainly getting a great view from ringside. Krista seems to notice it and waggles her derriere quickly, Mackie's eyes widening as Krista now soars from the top. As the fitness queen soars towards him, Christian instinctively ducks his head to duck whatever attack she had in mind. However, Krista is able to adjust in mid-air, carrying herself over CW and taking him down with a big Sunset Flip... 1... 2... No! COLE I'm a little surprised Krista is going for the win so early. Usually, she likes to drag things out and slap her opposition around a little bit. Especially when that opponent happens to be Christian Wright. This time, Wright manages to beat Krista to her feet and gets the jump with a knee buried into Krista's well-defined abs. Wright looks relieved simply not to be on the end of the abuse for once. He's soon brought back to the real world by a punch to the gut from Krista, forcing him into connecting with another couple of knee strikes. Turning to the outside, CW then gives a heads up and sends Krista into the ropes for a trip... ...which doesn't come, Mackenzie missing her cue and Krista able to come back off the ropes with a Flying Forearm! COLE The Enterprise, not in the game yet. Popping back to her feet, the always considerate KID rewards Mackenzie for her efforts with a thank you. A thank you accompanied by a blown kiss and a wink. Mackenzie just about stays on her jellied legs, but Krista's taunts come to an end as she notices Jade standing to Mackie's side. Suddenly Krista doesn't seem to know what to think or do, especially after the sucker job she was on the end of three nights ago. The distraction caused by all this awkwardness allows Christian to sneak back into the picture, kneeing Krista in the back, sending her forward into a clubbing blow from CPA from the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CPA is warned about his conduct by the referee, as Wright tags out to Simon Singleton. A little pertubed still, Wright tells his fellow Finance Expert to keep her mind in the game next time as he leaves. Singleton takes over on Krista with a succession of clubbing shots to the back. Referee Chioda wants him out of the corner, so he obliges, snap suplexing Krista and floating over with the cover... 1... 2... No! Sitting Krista up, Singleton drives his knee into the spine. A second time. And a third, before locking on a rear chinlock to the crowd's destain. "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" D*LUX get the crowd chanting in support of their partner, as if they needed any encouragement to support Miss California. COACH You know, you keep casting these aspersions on poor Mackenzie about this supposed 'curiosity' around Alix and Krista. What about D*LUX? Why don't you mention the obvious crush they've got on Krista? COLE What about Ned's lusting after Jade? Let's talk about that... COACH Just call the action Cole! As Krista starts to show some signs of life, Simon breaks the hold and drives the point of his elbow into the crown of Krista's skull! Turning to the corner, the vulgar Video Voyeur then hawks a loogie in D*LUX's direction which draws the two boybanders into the ring. Referee Chioda keeps them at bay, showing amazing strength for a mere ref. Behind his back The Enterprise make an illegal switch, but not before doubling up on Krista, Simon delivering a hard kick to Krista's chest as CW does the same to her spine, sandwiching KID in between the two boots. The wind knocked out of her lungs, Krista slumps over and gets pinned down by Wright, who yells for the referee to pay attention... 1... 2... No! Wright pulls the World Tag Team Champion to her feet, pulling her in by the arm into a short knee strike. A second time Krista is dragged into the knee. And a third time, this time the set-up for CW to apply the time-tested Abdominal Stretch. COLE If anyone in the OAOAST has the abs to withstand this move, it may be Krista Isadora Duncan. The referee checks to see if Krista wants to give it up. Of course she doesn't, but that doesn't bother The Natural, who uses the referee's positioning to his advantage and reaches back, locking hands with Singleton for some extra leverage! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Predictably, D*LUX jump in to complain. Again Mike Chioda's first reaction is to keep the boybanders from getting in the ring and that allows CW and Singleton to milk the illegal assist on the hold for a few extra seconds, with Krista curses a blue streak at her partners for entering the ring. That's gratitude for ya! Eventually D*LUX take the hint and leave the ring and sure enough, Singleton breaks contact with Wright just as the referee turns around, showing what he's learnt from his years of tag team wrestling. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE!! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" In his fury at the chant, Wright releases the hold and throws Krista to the ground as he goes over to the ropes, chastising the Washington crowd. COACH You know, you'd think they'd be a little more respectful in Christian's hometown. COLE Adopted hometown. COACH Exactly! I mean, if Washington doesn't appreciate financially success stories like The Enterprise then what is the world coming to? After dispensing a few harsh and very convoluted words to the fans Wright finally return to the action. Unfortunately, by now, Krista is on her feet. And as Wright walks in, Krista shows her strength in scooping the two hundred, twenty five pounder up... ...and collapsing, unable to hold CW with a bad back, landing with The Natural pressed on top of her... 1... 2... Kickout! TYLER C'MON KRISTA! SHAYNE KRISTA! KRISTA! "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" With the fans attempting to make themselves the proverbial sixth man (it's sixth, right? I don't know, US sports suck), Wright decides that The Enterprise need to put Krista down and fast. Which is where CPA comes in. The Directory Of Security, yet to be involved in the match, accepts the tag from Wright and stalks towards Krista, who is trying to crawl to her corner with her bad back weighing her down. COACH Now things are gonna get interesting! COLE CPA, the former professional boxer. It's amazing what secret lives these characters lead. Who would have ever thought, until we needed a boxing match of course, that one of our athletes just happened to be a former professional boxer! CPA places his foot on Krista's back and delights in watching her squirm around like a bug, or possibly a small kitten because that would be more evil, trying desperately to get away. An elbow drop to the back of the head puts pay to that though. As Krista's superstar looks get smushed into the canvas, D*LUX cringe, watching on with concern as CPA makes the lateral press... 1... 2... ...SAVE, by both of D*LUX, both very eager to come to their partner's rescue. COACH Ain't that adorable. Man, if these two pathetic ballad-boys get crushin' on chicks that easy, it's no wonder Jade was so desperate to join up with a group of real men like The Enterprise! With a handful of Krista's blond locks, CPA starts to drag the anti-socialite to her feet. Ever gutsy, Krista responds by landing some bodyshots. She's no Ricky Hatton though and far from her bodyshots actually calling for the referee to stop the match, they seem to just amuse her opponent. *THUD!* A HARD forearm over the back from CPA cuts Krista off. Scoop and a slam follows from the bigman, Krista's back arching on impact. COLE No finesse from CPA, the bruiser of The Enterprise. COACH Just goes to show you Mikey, substance over style. And who better to use as an example than the most style obsessed person on the roster, 'K.I.D'. If she hit a scoop slam like that she'd probably break out into the Macarena. COLE If it was 1999 maybe. CPA continues to stalk CPA, as again the Washington crowd are whipped up in support of Krissy (haven't used that one yet!) by the dulset tones of D*LUX. Happy with the way things are going, Singleton and Wright just mock D*LUX from their corner, playing the part of the fans with some very sarcastic clapping. Even Mackenzie gets in on the act, having just woken from some sort of a daydream. No speculation on what it was about of course, but let's just say she's watching the action VERY closely. Tag is made by CPA and Simon Singleton re-enters as the legal man, irish-whipping Krista into one of the neutral corners and assessing her through his handmade handscreen. Singleton then charges, looking to crush Krista with an avalanche... ...and eats boot! "YEEEAAAHHH!" Quickly shaking off the cobwebs, Simon tries again... ...and again eats boot! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" With Mackenzie hollering at Simon that this is now going to be a "director's cut", the pugnatious Video Voyeur goes running in again. This time Krista has recovered enough to lift herself up on the turnbuckles, wrapping her legs around Simon's neck, to his shock and possible pleasure. Every moment of pleasure must be off-set with one of pain though. And Krista is always on hand to make sure of that, as she pushes off the turnbuckle and whips herself around, bringing Simon out of the corner with a Hurricanrana! Singleton flips through the air and lands hard on his tailbone, face etched with pain as hope rises for the tag on Krista's side! COLE This is Krista's chance here, but can she make the tag to one of her fresh team-mates? COACH And will she WANT to? Both Tyler and Shayne are up on the bottom rope, hands extended for the tag. Technically you can't make a legal tag when you're on the rope. But that rule hasn't been enforced in about twenty years so what the hell. It's a neat visual, okay. "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" Despite Krista's hero(ine)ics, it's Singleton who makes the tag first, bringing in Christian Wright. Krista glances up and sees how close she is to her corner, making a dramatic dive for the tag... ...NO! Rushing into the ring, Christian manages to grab Krista's ankle just as she leapt and just about pulls her out of D*LUX's reach! Both Shayne and Tyler are distraught as Wright continues to hold onto the ankle and drags Krista into the centre of the ring. Folding up the legs, he tries for the Texas Cloverleaf. As he bends down to turn the move though, a right hand catches him. Another. And a third from Krista, trying to fight out of this precarious position. With her punches seemingly doing little to fight Wright off though, she resorts to some more 'desperate' measures though, as she runs her tongue across her veluptuous red lips and blows The Natural a kiss!! Understandably shocked, CW loses his train of thought, long enough for Krista to untangle her legs and drive her feet into Wright's groin! The force of the shot knocks Wright's feet out from underneath him and he falls face-first into Krista's bent knees for good measure, the combined effects leaving Christian helpless to prevent... ...THE TAG!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE HERE. COMES. ...uhm, BOTH of D*LUX!? Shayne and Tyler each accept the tag and come in as seperates houses of fire, whipping up the crowd behind them. The boyband stop suddenly when they realise they've both come in and get into a brief spat over who exactly is the one who got the tag. That arguement stops as soon as CPA comes charging into the ring though, Shayne and Tyler pushing each other out of harm's way and causing Allen to steamroller right into the turnbuckles behind them! TYLER YEAH-UH! Staggering out of the corner, CPA walks right into a double boot from D*LUX. The former multi-time HI-YAH Tag Team Champions then combine, to spike CPA on his head with a Double DDT! COLE The tag-team specialists are taking over here at The Great Angle Bash! COACH Come on! One in, two out ref! It's hardly rocket science! Attempting to come to the rescue, Simon Singleton makes a similiarly bold charge across the ring. And he has similiar success, as Tyler backdrops him up and over the top, The Video Voyeur hitting the rampway with a crowd-pleasing *THUD*! Clutching his BUTT like... well, so many jokes, so little time, you pick the best one... Singleton pulls himself back up. In front of him, Tyler gives his partner a leg-up, helping him onto the top rope, which Shayne Brave soars HIGH into the air off of, wiping out Simon on the ramp with a big Crossbody Block! SHAYNE C'MOOOOOOON! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! "Showtime" Shayne with a little assist from his partner, high-risk and high-reward right there! With everybody out of the equation, we're left with Tyler and Wright in the ring. Still in some discomfort, Wright labours into a boot from Tyler, who quickly hooks the head and looks for a Bulldog. CW pushes Tyler off, but he manages to jump up to the middle turnbuckle and catch Wright with a twisting crossbody... 1... 2... NO! Irish whip attempt by Tyler, blocked by Wright. A quick kick breaks the arms and Christian quickly hooks a hold of Tyler's head, lifting him up for the Gordbuster... ...NO! Tyler floats over the back and drives Wright down with Phantom (Diving) Neckbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Tyler now waves Shayne back into the ring and again D*LUX look for one of their patented double-teams, which has Mackenzie up in arms on the arena floor, complaining to the referee about the blatant cheating. Which does The Natural no good as he's pitched into the ropes. Tyler catches him on the rebound with an Inverted Atomic Drop, as Shayne comes off the ropes himself... ...and gets DECAPITATED (not rly!) with a Lariat by Christopher Patrick Allen!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Ladies and gentlemen, Shayne Brave was 22. Nah, I'm just playin', I don't know how old that boy is, all I know is he just got plain served! Wondering why the second half of Opposites Attract hasn't happened, Tyler soon figures it out once CPA kicks him in the back and frees Christian from his clutches. Dragging Tyler to his feet by the hair, CPA levels The Tremendous One with a crossface strike. And a second. Tyler is barely standing after those shots. Only CPA's hold on his hair keeps him up, as The Director Of Security waits to hand Tyler off, shoving forward into an STO from Christian Wright! 1... 2... KICKOUT! On the rampway, Krista has tried to start up a fight with Simon. However, she's now run into trouble as she tries to get away, unable to do so with Simon's arms wrapped around her, holding her back from helping. "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" With CW directing traffic, CPA drags Tyler to his feet again and clubs him with a couple of uppercuts up under the ribs. Wright is giving the signal for the Dominator. And soon enough, so is Mackenzie. Jade just stares. COACH If he hits this, it's over. Nobody in the OAOAST has kicked out of the Dominator, not when it's been CPA hitting it. Allen locks on the gutwrench and Krista knows what's up, making an extra effort to get away from the anchor tied to her ass in the form of Simon Singleton. She can't seem to do so though, as Tyler goes up over the shoulder... ...fights... ...fights some more... ...and gets DOMINATED~! COACH BALLGAME! Premature with his celebrations, like most things if rumours are to be believed, Wright asks for his briefcase already as CPA makes the cover... 1... 2... NO! SAVE BY KRISTA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT!? Pan to the rampway, to see Simon Singleton curled up in a fetal position, whimpering and clutching his testicles as he whines "she bit me, oh sweet Jesus she bit me.". COLE Krista freeing herself from Simon, somehow. And she just managed to keep her team alive in this match! COACH Woah woah woah. Somehow? SOMEHOW!? Wanna take a wild guess at how that somehow was there, mister conclusion jumper? Thought not. Unable to believe that the match isn't over, Wright has to get a second opinion from the referee before he'll finally believe that Mackenzie is right. Wright already has his briefcase and was ready to go right back to the office. And in an effort to keep to his tight schedule, he improvises, wielding the metal briefcase and charging at Krista... ...who ducks... *CLANG!* ...and watches as CPA takes the briefcase right in the head and goes toppling out of the ring to the arena floor!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That's gonna cost him! COACH Come on referee, what do these six have to do to get a disqualification out here for crying out loud? COLE But, how can The Enterprise be disqualified for hitting each other with weapons? COACH Shut up. That's how. A horror stricken Wright drops the briefcase and holds up his hands to show that he meant no harm, which is of no consequence to CPA who lays flat out on the outside, seemingly KOed. Mackenzie rushes over to check on Allen but notices something CW doesn't, frantically telling him to turn around. Which he does, rewarded with a mouthful of knuckles as Krista wraps him with a Spinning Backfist! As CW falls back into the ropes, they do their job and push him right back out, into Krista who sidesteps him and hooks him by the back of the head, bringing him all the way down with the Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one! (Reverse X-factor) CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! The reason that says 'crowd' though is just that. The Washington crowd are the only ones counting the pinfall. Referee Mike Chioda is too busy trying to convince Mackenzie DeCenzo to get off the apron to join in. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This one should be over! COACH Should is just a four letter word. COLE Pretty soon Krista realises something is up and relinquishes the pin to figure out just what that something is. Mackenzie is still trying to reason with the referee about something, but soon begins to trail off when she sees Krista coming towards her. Fluffing her hair. Pouting her lips. Rubbing her breasts? COLE What the... Chioda wisely steps out of the way as Krista saunters over and grabs Mackenzie by the head, causing her to beg for mercy. Except, Krista places a finger on Mackie's lips to tell her to be quiet. And with Mackenzie wondering what the hell is going on, Krista leans in, slowly, dramatically, causing every person in the arena to stand on their feet... before JAMMING HER TONGUE DOWN MACKENZIE'S THROAT!! "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH COLE SOMEBODY BREAK OUT THE KLEENEX! Mackie certainly doesn't seem to be putting up a great fight as Krista wraps her in the old greco-roman liplock, working her magic before releasing Mackenzie, who promptly falls off the apron and to the floor in a heap. The thousands of perverts fans in the Wachovia Center shout their approval as Krista takes a drag on an imaginary post-cordial cigarette and tells the shell-shocked Mackie to "call me". Krista then turns back to the action... ...but stops, as now Jade Rodez is up on the apron. COLE Uh-oh. COACH Oh, she wouldn't! She just wouldn't! Mr. Moneymaker always told me that Jade was being trained as nothing more than a fresh-faced could-probably-pass-for-barely-legal-in-pigtails lesbian sex slave under Krista's impearialstic right-wing wing, but even I wasn't sure Krista would stoop so low as to corrupt an impressionable nineteen year old girl with her disease! As Krista stares at Jade, she just stands on the apron. Not saying anything. Not doing anything. Not really making any effort to distract anyone. Just standing there. Which is doing enough to distract Krista apparantly, who as she begins to question her former hero-worshipper doesn't notice Christian Wright sneaking up behind her. COLE It's a set-up! Another set-up! Krista just begins to get a little forceful with the questions, as suddenly she finds herself in a waistlock. Barging forward, Wright pushes Krista forward into the ropes for an O'Connor Roll. Jade doesn't seem to realise the danger until it's too late... ...AND GETS BUMPED OFF THE APRON, as Wright rolls Krista up... COLE Not like this! 1... 2... ...NO, REVERSAL BY KRISTA... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT!? The fans erupt as the three comes down and Krista goes scrambling out of the ring, mostly from Wright's belated kickout. Despite coming out of the ring right at the fallen body of Jade, Krista doesn't make any moves to check if she's okay, not about to fall into that kind of trap for the second time in a week. She just backs away, looking a little concerned admittedly, but only a little. BUFFER Your winners of this contest... the team of Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant, D*LUX and KRISTA ISADORA DDUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Not needing her tag team partners, who are still nursing their own wounds in and around the ring, for a good celebration, Krista takes her OAOAST World Tag Team Title belt and makes her way up onto the rampway. And as if the gruelling match she went through had never happened, she treats the rampway like her very own catwalk, displaying the newest in designer accessories this Summer, a wrestling championship belt. COLE Chalk one up for Krista and D*LUX, five on three and they still came out on top right here at The Great Angle Bash! COACH Nevermind that, let's get some help out her for poor Jade! She could be seriously hurt again! COLE Much as I hate to be cruel, I've read The Boy Who Cried Wolf enough times to have understood the moral of that story. And it seems Krista has too. Mackenzie slides into the ring to try and console Christian, who is furious at what just happened. Her consolations don't do much good, especially as they're so half-hearted, what with her distraction with Krista's imromptu fashion show. Angrily CW tells her to "snap out of it" and as Mackenzie hotly denies anything and everything, Jade continues to lay unattended to as we fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 *crowd goes nuts* COLE And listen to the people, it's time for the Heartland title to be decided, as Thunderkid gets one more shot to bring the belt home, and this time, he won't have to worry about any outside interference! Let's go to Michael Buffer! God of Thunder hits, and Thunderkid gets a massive pop as he makes his way through the curtains. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the OAOAST Heartland championship! Making his way to the ring, the challenger! He weighs in at 250 pounds, and hails from Green Bay, Wisconsin! He is himself a former OAOAST Heartland champion...THUNDERKID!!!!! TK climbs into the ring, and poses on the buckles, as the crowd continues to roar. COLE And Coach, this has been one of the hottest rivalries in the business over the past couple months! COACH No doubt, Cole, ever since Felix took the belt to WDW, TK has been on a mission to bring it back home, and it's led to some great matches! TK stands in his corner with his hands on his hips, and waits. Je t'adore, je t'adore... Girls, Girls, Girls hits, and Felix Strutter walks out, hit hard with boos. BUFFER His opponent...from Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 218 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST Heartland champion..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFELIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RR!!!!! COLE And Felix Strutter has registered three victories over Thunderkid in that span, all under dubious circumstances, but there'll be none of that tonight! Strutter slides in, drops his belt, and charges TK, but TK sees him coming and sidesteps him, then hammers him in the corner! *DING DING DING* COLE And here we go! TK drills Strutter with right hands, then whips him across and follows him in with a corner clothesline! TK stands over Strutter for a second, then grabs his head and rams it into the buckles as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Strutter falls forward into TK, who executes a vertical suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! TK picks up Strutter and tosses him over the top rope to the floor, then follows him out. COACH And they're taking it to the outside early! TK delivers right hands, then attempts an Irish whip. However, Strutter reverses, sending TK into the steel steps! COLE And TK meets the steel steps! Strutter plays to the crowd, then goes over and grabs a chair. TK gets to his feet leaning against the ringpost, as Strutter charges, but TK sticks his foot up, sending the chair back into Strutter's face! COACH Uh-oh! COLE And the chair kicked right back into the face of the champion! TK rolls Strutter back into the ring, then shoves the chair inside before rolling back in. TK grabs the chair, and rams it into the midsection of Strutter, then drops it, backs into the ropes, and executes a swinging neckbreaker! COLE Right down onto the chair! TK covers... 1... 2... Kickout! TK gets to his feet and stomps away at Strutter, eventually forcing him under the bottom rope. COLE And it's been all TK in the early going of this one! TK measures Strutter, and clotheslines him over the guardrail! COACH And they're taking it into the crowd, Cole! TK scoops up Strutter, and sets up a suplex! However, Strutter blocks, then executes one of his own! COLE Strutter dodging a bullet right there, as TK's back meets the concrete! Strutter picks up TK, and tosses him back over the guardrail, then grabs the ringbell! COACH I think someone's bell is about to be rung! Strutter stalks TK around the ring, then when he turns around, blasts him across the forehead with the bell! TK falls back onto the announcers' table, and Strutter slides into the ring. COLE And now Strutter just going to catch a breather here... Strutter starts to climb the buckle. COACH I don't think so, Cole! COLE What is this? Strutter gets one foot on the top, then stops to play to the crowd. He then climbs the rest of the way up, and flattens TK with a SUPERFLY SPLASH THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE~! COLE RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! Strutter and TK lay on the floor, as the crowd chants. HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Strutter slowly gets to his feet, and stomps away at TK. He then picks him up, and carries him around the ring, stopping to grab a steel chair. Strutter swings the chair, drilling TK right on top of the head! TK falls down, and rolls over in the aisleway. COLE Fighting in the aisle now, as TK looks to be busted open! COACH Yes, he is! Strutter follows, and drags him over to the technical area of the arena. He scoops TK up, and bodyslams him through a folding table! COLE And TK introduced to another table! Strutter then walks backstage. COACH Is Felix quitting, what's the deal? COLE I don't think so... Strutter comes back through the curtains, dragging a ladder behind him! COLE That's what he's doing! Strutter holds the ladder overhead with both hands, then carries it in front of him, but TK is up, and hits the ladder with the steel chair, knocking it on top of Strutter! COLE And TK still with fight left! TK raises the chair up, and slams it twice into the ladder! COLE Oh man, Felix under that ladder that is being struck by the chair! TK backs up in the aisle, then charges and attempts an elbowdrop with the chair, but Felix rolls out from underneath, and TK lands hard on the ladder! COLE Nobody home, and TK crashing into the ladder! Strutter slowly gets to his feet, and picks up TK, then tosses him into the crowd. COLE And back into the crowd! Strutter drags TK up the steps and into the concession area, where security guards struggle to hold fans back. Strutter stomps away at TK, then makes his way over to the drink stand and grabs a drink. TK crawls over to a cotton candy vendor and grabs a cone of it, and as Strutter drinks his drink, TK reaches up and rakes his eyes with the cotton candy, as Felix acts as if someone had just poured acid into his eye. COACH TK with the deadly cotton candy! TK slowly gets to his feet, and hammers away on Strutter. However, Strutter delivers a knee to the midsection, then tosses TK's head through a popcorn machine! COLE Oh NO! TK's head right through that glass! Strutter taunts the fans in the concession area, then grabs a pretzel and takes a big bite out of it, before tossing it back at the person behind the counter. He then drags TK back towards the ring. COLE And now they're headed back! Strutter walks back down the steps, and tosses TK over the guardrail, then back into the ring. He immediately covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE TK's not done yet! Strutter questions the count of the referee, then holds his hands out as if to say "that's alright." Strutter then reaches into his kneepad, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs! COACH Uh-oh... COLE And now Felix with handcuffs! Come on! Felix turns TK over, and cuffs him behind his back! COLE And TK has no use of his arms here! Strutter picks up TK, and executes a scoop slam, then a snap legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... TK manages to escape! COLE But even that doesn't deter TK! Strutter picks up TK and drags him into a corner, then hammers away on him with punches and kicks. Strutter backs up and plays to the crowd, only to have TK deliver a kick RIGHT TO THE NUTS~! COACH He's still got his legs, though! TK slowly comes out of the corner, and executes a legdrop on the fallen Strutter! He rolls up to his knees, then drops down and begins to bite Strutter! COLE As well as his teeth! TK biting away at the forehead of the champ! Strutter rolls into a corner, as TK struggles to his feet. Strutter hops to the second rope, and leaps at TK, who ducks, but Strutter rolls on the mat and grabs the chair, then jams it into TK's midsection, and brings it across his back! COLE Well, TK able to somehow mount an attack, but it was only temporary! Strutter rises the chair overhead, as TK gets to his knees, and CRACKS him over the head with it! COACH Oh, that's it! Cover... 1... 2... NO! TK gets out! COLE NO! That's not it! Strutter tosses the chair to the mat, then retreats to the outside. He walks down the aisle, and grabs the ladder, dragging it to the ring. COACH What could Felix be planning now? COLE Who knows. Strutter slides the ladder into the ring, then rolls inside himself. He picks up the ladder, and jams it into the midsection of TK! He then sets the ladder up in the corner, and starts to climb the top rope, with TK's feet facing the corner in which he is climbing. Strutter gets on the second step from the top, and rides the ladder down...but TK sticks his feet up and rams them into the ladder, and the impact propels Strutter over the ladder and sends him in a flip onto the mat! COLE And Felix took quite a fall right there! TK rolls over to the ropes, when a police officer runs to the ring. COACH Look at this, there's a cop coming! The cop goes through his pocket, and pulls out a key, which he uses to free TK from the handcuffs! COLE And the officer has released TK from his handcuffs! This could spell trouble for Felix Strutter! Both men continue to lay on the mat, then Strutter starts crawling towards the chair, but when he grabs it, TK puts his foot down on it. Strutter takes a wide-eyed look up at a smiling TK. COLE As I said, this COULD spell trouble for Felix Strutter! Strutter slowly gets to his feet, and is met with a big right hand from TK! TK hammers away at Strutter in a corner, then brings him out and executes a belly-to-belly! COLE And Thunderkid on fire here! TK grabs the chair, and waits for Strutter to get up, then slams it across his head! COLE What a chairshot! And now it's Strutter who's been lacerated! TK signals for the finish. COACH Looks like TK's ready to bring it home! TK picks up Strutter, hooks him, and drops him with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE There it is! 1... 2... 3...NO! TK lifts the shoulder of Strutter off the mat, then sarcastically puts his hands on top of his head. COLE And now TK not done! TK lays the chair in midring, then hooks Strutter from behind...dropping him with a SCORPION DEATHDROP~!!!!!11111 COLE The Scorpion Deathdrop! How long has it been since we've seen that? 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE YES!!! TK has done it! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heartland champion...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE TK has brought the Heartland title back to the OAOAST! What a terrific match! TK is helped up by the official, then handed the belt, which he walks over to a corner with, then climbs to the second rope and raises in the air as the crowd cheers. COLE You nailed it, Coach, this has been a classic feud, and we were not disappointed by the match it produced! Give Felix Strutter credit, he put up a hell of a fight, but it's TK bringing the belt home! Felix is just coming to, as TK circles the corners, then exits the ring and slaps hands with the fans. COLE But you have to wonder with Felix Strutter and WDW, will they let this one go lightly? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 (edited) BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest on the 6th annual Great Angle Bash is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the HI-YAH World tag team championship! CUE: “Heart-Shaped Box” by Nirvana Synth and Logan dash across the ramp to the ring, recklessly tossing their leather jackets over their shoulders and into the arms of Holly. BUFFER Hailing from Sin City, the first set of challengers are accompanied by their manager HOLLY-WOOD! Wrestling fans, I introduce to you the GREATEST rock 'n' wrestling band of AAAAALLLL-time...THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!! “YYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” SYNTH COLE You can tell they mean business tonight, Coach. I haven’t seen the Heavenly Rockers look this intense in a long time. COACH Which is going to make their defeat at the hands of the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew all the more sweeter. The Heavenly Rockers mamas obviously never told them to be careful what they wish for because they just might get it. And they’re going to get it tonight. Rico and Sweetness will overcome the odds and establish themselves as the premier tag team in the game today. I hope those Chicks Over Dicks are watching because they’re the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew’s next conquest. Logan motions Holly to the corner as Fall Out Boy’s “Thriller” hits. BUFFER Now the second set of challengers, led to the ring by MELODY NERDLY…from San Antonio, Texas, total combine weight 497 pounds, JOCK MULLIGAN and BARON WINDELS…THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGEERRRRRSSSS! “YYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” In a pop that rivals the Heavenly Rockers, which doesn’t go unnoticed, the Gunslingers jog to the squared circle alongside their always upbeat manager Melody. COACH You know, Cole, if the Gunslingers had a qualified manager they’d actually be tag team champions right now. Instead they go on national TV and embarrass themselves by saying they’re the uncrowned champions. Quit crying and do something. That’s what I’d tell them if I was their manager. COLE They’ll have the opportunity to do something in a matter of moments. I’m interested in seeing how much of their strategy is based on what Melody said Thursday night. Let the Heavenly Rockers destroy the Homewrecking Crew and pick up the 1-2-3. As she pointed out, the Heavenly Rockers have gone on the record as saying the tag titles aren’t as important as hurting Rico de Janeiro and “Sweet” Lucius Soul. If they stick to their word -- and I doubt why they wouldn’t -- then the Lone Star Gunslingers should walk out of here new HI-YAH tag team champions. Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees Because writing entrances are a pain in the ass, the champs are greeted like a pro-life activist at a pro-choice rally and vice versa. BUFFER And their opponents, the reigning and defending HI-YAH tag team champions of the world...RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL...THE MARDI GRAS HOOOOMMEWRECKING CREW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" We temporarily lose our audio due to a lazy writer. Fortunately, unless you’re blind, we still have our HD telecast feed. If looks could kill Logan Mann would be charged with double homicide. He personally invites the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew inside, holding the ropes open for Rico and Lucius, but they brush him off and remain on the ramp. COLE Our apologies for the technical difficulties, ladies and gentlemen. But what a great match-up this should be for the HI-YAH tag team championship. It’s important to note the Outlaw rule is in effect, meaning one partner can’t pin the other. You’ll have to earn the victory. * DINGDINGDING * The bell sounds, but the match is far from ready to begin. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew reluctant to send a man in with Logan Mann standing there waiting. Space is created and Rico climbs onto the apron, then with a big cheesy grin on his face wishes Lucius the best of luck. LUCIUS “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE What a tough guy Rico is, leaving the dirty work to his partner. Logan scares the hell out of him. COACH He scares the hell out of everybody. Logan isn’t a stable man. He can be your best friend one second and your worst enemy the next. The third legal man in the ring is Baron Windels, who Lucius whispers something to, which draws a wry smile on the Gunslinger’s face. Logan gears up for a fight as Baron and Lucius corner him. Baron nods over and lunges at Logan, just to halt at the last second as Soul’s momentum carries him ahead. Logan side steps and wallops Lucius with a WICKED LEFT HOOK~! COACH Why that no good, dirty, rotten son of a…It’s a double cross! Rico seeks vengeance and eats a back elbow to the jaw. Logan brings the King of the Mardi Gras to his feet and smashes him into the turnbuckle. After backing Rico in the corner Logan climbs onto the middle rope and unloads. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Rico falls to his knees and then flat on his face. Posing for the crowd Logan is unaware of Lucius Soul behind him. Luckily Baron is there to watch his back. He rumbles forward and KICKS LOGAN’S HEAD OFF WITH A BIG BOOT!! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” MELODY Holly dashes to Logan‘s side. Equally concerned is the manager of the Lone Star Gunslingers, Melody, who apologizes profusely for what happened. COACH See, that’s why the Gunslingers will never be anything more than a couple of boy toys, because their manager is a fickle young woman. Beauty and no brains. Having ducked the big boot, Lucius points out his genius to all inside the ring. Accidental as it was Baron shows little remorse. He spins Lucius around and hammers away, firing him off to the ropes and connects on a FLYING LARIAT! ONE… JOCK Tempers flare after Synth stomps Baron in the back of the head to breakup the pin, as he and Jock exchange words from afar. COLE Just like when a pitcher hits an opposing batter, accidental or not, the other team responds. Synth obviously took exception to Baron’s hit on Logan. COACH Well deserved in my opinion. All that pent up frustration can’t be good for you. The referee escorts Synth back to his corner, and when the cat’s away the mice come out to play. Lucius delivers a LOW BLOW on Baron and tags out, paving the way for Rico to stomp a mudhole in Logan and walk it dry! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH This is what we came to see, Mikey. Rico vs. Logan and the King of the Mardi Gras is kickin’ ass! COLE Yeah, while his opponent is already down. Rico whips Logan into the ropes and levels him with a clubbing double sledgehammer to the heart! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Scoop and a slam, followed by Rico’s stroking of his mustache and the big leg! COACH Porno 'Stache Legdrop! ONE… TWO… And Logan kicks out again. Rather than accept the fact he made a shitty/lazy cover Rico complains about the count. After giving the poor official an earful Rico places Logan in a gut wrench, but just as he’s about to flip him over JOCK MULLIGAN of the Lone Star Gunslingers, now the legal man, tells him to BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS! ONE… TWO… THREE! MELODY NO!! Save by Lucius. MELODY Jock sends Rico in for the ride and tosses him overhead courtesy of a back body drop. Irish whip to the buckle, the action so fast and furious no one picks up on the BLIND TAG by the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. Rico shoots out towards the center of the ring and into the clutches of a running side headlock, but the King of the Mardi Gras muscles Jock up in a back suplex as Lucius enters and snaps the Texas Twister over with a swinging neck breaker! COLE Hair-raising Experience beautifully executed. This could do it. The champions on the verge of an upset. And I’d call it an upset because Triple Threat matches are never kind to the incumbent. ONE… TWO… “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” And only two, as a SYNTH SECOND ROPE FLYING ELBOW breaks up the pin! ONE… TWO… Rico RAKES the eyes and puts the boots to Synth until Lucius is able to return to his feet. Now at full strength the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew whip Synth into the ropes, whiffing on a double clothesline that sends Rico tumbling out to the floor after Logan pulls the top rope. Mann heads to the top and drills de Janeiro with a patented double axe handle smash, while Soul gets decked by a flying cross body inside! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Irish whip to the buckle is reversed, and Soul capitalizes by hitting Synth with the SOUL BROTHER SPLASH and then THE POUNCE! COACH Who knew Synth could fly across the ring? Ha! Logan is so busy dealing with Rico he pays no attention to what’s going on in the ring, leaving Baron Windels as the only person who can breakup the pin. ONE… TWO… THREE-- NO! MELODY PLACES SYNTH’S FOOT ON THE ROPES! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” COACH That bitch! COLE Quick thinking on the part of Melody Nerdly. She knew Baron wasn’t going to get there in time so she took matters into her own hands. And you said she had no brains. Give me a break. Soul’s protest fall on deaf ears as the referee didn’t see Melody do anything illegal. While all that’s going on Baron drags Jock back to their corner. Lucius scoops Synth up for a suplex, but the Synthmeister floats over and delivers a wild DDT! “YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Percussion! He got it out of nowhere! ONE… TWO… * JUDO CHOP * Baron’s strike to the back of the neck leaves Synth in a world of hurt. He tosses him outside and seats Lucius on the top rope for a superplex. But Logan Mann wants a word with the Gunslinger first, yanking him off the second turnbuckle after whipping Rico into the guardrail. LOGAN BARON COLE I don’t think Logan appreciated the matter in which Baron disposed of Synth. It was the first real physical contact either team has had with each other all night. You had a couple of minor situations earlier in the night but that’s it. Logan and Baron have a heated but rather calm argument until Logan wags his finger in Baron’s face. Windels swats it away and bumps his chest into Mann’s. Logan throws his hands in the air to signal he’s had enough of this conversation, only to turn right around and... * GASP * …KICK, WHAM, DDT! COLE What the hell?! No, damnit! Melody begins to sob like Paris Hilton in a police cruiser, shaking uncontrollably as Logan SPITS on Baron. Like the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home, Holly too is left shaking her head. She’s grabbed by the wrist and whisked backstage by Logan, a groggy Synth tailing behind. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH I can’t believe what I’m hearing. The fans are actually booing the Heavenly Rockers. COLE And I don’t blame them one bit. Logan’s behavior here tonight was deplorable. Rico de Janeiro slides in and positions Baron for a piledriver, but not just any piledriver…a SPIKE PILEDRIVER as Lucius completes the deed from the top! COLE Now that’ll do it. ONE… TWO… THREE! * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER The winners of the match and STILL HI-YAH tag team champions of the world...RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL...THE MARDI GRAS HOOOOMMEWRECKING CREW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Soul and de Janeiro celebrate another successful title defense with a hearty high-five, much to the dislike of the sold out crowd. COLE Huge victory for the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. They now earn the right to represent HI-YAH in the title unification match against whoever the OAOAST tag team champions are. THE SUMMER'S HOTTEST EVENT RETURNS... AUGUST 26, 2007 LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! CALL YOUR LOCAL CABLE OR SATELLITE PROVIDER TO ORDER NOW! Edited June 27, 2007 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 (edited) "You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks" Unless someone in the arena is collecting AC/DC's royalty checks, there is not a soul present who's happy to hear this music for the second time tonight. From parting entrance doors steps Mister Moneymaker, pudgy frame pouring over green trunks and sparkling green boots. His demeanor is a sternly annoyed one, thanks to the loss his mates incurred earlier in the night. However he tries to improve his mood by reviewing his bank statement. Behind him stands the most despicable individual in the OAOAST, Ned Blanchard. The Handsome Hustler wears his alternate attire of white trunks with silver stars and bright white boots. Surprisingly, Jade Rodez stands at his side, something that does not go unnoticed by the booing crowd. Ned keeps asking her if she truly wishes to be present for this match. But the deathly serious look on her face, gives him all the answers he needs. COACH How about that? Jade Rodez showing great bravery and being out here after the injury she suffered through earlier tonight! After her own friend, Krista Isadora Duncan, neglected her needs, Jade still shows up in support of her team. God bless you, Jade Rodez. BUFFER The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, he is a three time OAOAST tag team champion, and a current six man champion, he is the HANDSOME HUSTLER, NED BLAAAANCHAARD! And his partner from Vero Beach, Florida, he is The Billion Dollar Heir, CEO of The Enterprise, and the second largest investor of TSM, he is MISTER THEODORE MONEYMAKER!! The expected jeers are given off from the crowd, but The Enterprise contingent doesn't seem overly bothered by them. Ned takes up his time with making sure that Jade is safely situated on the outside, while Moneymaker enthralls himself with his bank account. COLE Simon, Christian and Allen were are pretty slapdash grouping. Ned and Moneymaker, however, are a “perfect” team, given their skillset, and their similar personalities. Personalities, which I'll be nice by not going into. Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way! I think you need a new one Hey, hey, you, you I could be your girlfriend! Hey, hey, you, you! I know that you like me! No way, no way! No, it's not a secret Hey, hey, you, you!! I want to be your girlfriend! The irresistibly bratty sound of Girlfriend by Avril Lavinge floods the arena with a bouncing beat. With it comes a gorgeous fountain of red pyro, that mingles with a pink waterfall of pyro. Unlike normal, the golden pyro wall refuses to boom to life. However in it's place stands a much more pleasing sight, that of Alix Maria Spezia! Attired in white tube top, matching booty shorts, and fluffy faux fur covered wrist bands and boots, the SoCal babe skips along the entrance ramp whipping the roaring crowd into a gargantuan frenzy! They cheer themselves hoarse over her arrival, and she thanks them for their love by blowing kisses their way. COLE Alix having to wrestle without Krista tonight. In her place is Alix's ex-boyfriend Leon Rodez. As Alix isn't the type to hold a deep grudge, and Leon just wants to get his hands around The Enterprise, I'd think they'd be able to mesh. However, it should make for an interesting partnership tonight! Ally gingerly bounces down the ramp, waving to her legion of fans, and blowing kisses to the many adoring women that have come to see her tonight. One fan is so enraptured with Alix, that she charges towards the guardrail and thrusts a bouquet of roses into Alix's hand. Quite the sweetie, Ally graciously accepts the gift, and happily flaunts her flowers to the camera. COLE You notice that Mackenzie has been left behind by The Enterprise. When faced with the likes of Alix and Krista, Mackenzie can't seem to control herself. At first The Enterprise kind of ignored it, then they claimed she was being tempted, but now they have to know Mackie's got a crush on Ally and Krista! BUFFER And the opponents, introducing first from Los Angeles, California, she is the owner and operator of Miss Spezia Sweetie's bakery in West Hollywood, California, she was named Forbes magazine fastest rising entrepreneur, she is a former 24/7 champion, and a three time tag team champion, ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Hollywood Bad Girl, ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!!! ALIX! ALIX! ALIX! COACH How the hell did she get named a fastest rising entrepreneur? She wouldn't even remember her own name if it weren't for Krista screaming it out everynight, As pink and red spotlights swirl behind her, Ally climbs to the height of the turnbuckles. Putting on a look of alluring sensuality, she tosses a loving kiss into the camera, leading super imposed red lips to pop into the camera. The shareef don't like it "YEAAAAAAA!" Rock the Casbah Rock the Casbah Today is a good day for Patty because I now know the lyrics to Rock the casbah! Today is a good day for DC because they now get to witness the beloved OAOAST babyface, Leon Rodez! The roaming yellow lights play off a lean physique packed into a black singlet, with a sleek purple trim and design. His heart is heavy, and his mind is weary, evidenced by the fact that he's neglected to wear his trademark robe. However, he manages enough joviality to strike up a comedic jig, before finally punching the air in front of him and retreating down the ramp. COLE Leon Rodez has been through hell. Perhaps tonight he can finally crawl out of it. COACH How would that be? You think just because he can beat Moneymaker, Jade's gonna do a 180 and go back to her old self? What sense would that make? COLE What sense does Moneymaker thinking that getting the tag titles away from COD will erase homosexuality from the world? There's a better chance that Jade will see the true spirit, and heart, that her brother uses to fight for her, and return where she belongs. BUFFER And her partner from Grand Rapids, Michigan, he is a three time OAOAST 24/7 champion, a former X Chanpion and a former OAOAST tag champion, he is the New Age Love Machine, The Grand Rapids Golden Child, Leon “SILKY SMOOTH RODEZ”!!! The crowd is delighted to hear the name of one of their all time favorites. But as they greet him with a thundering ovation, he simply nods respectfully, instead keeping the majority of his attention locked squarely on Jade. Blanchard eyes Leon's staredown and quickly grabs hold of Jade, “protecting” her from her “insane” sibling. COACH Leon Rodez is in a terrible situation, because right now he is facing The Enterprise A team, and he doesn't even have a real wrestler on his side. COLE What is with you and this real wrestler talk? COACH This real wrestler talk is the truest word you've heard yet. Asking Alix to fight Moneymaker is like asking Jessica Alba to throw down with Ted DiBiase. That is ludicrous! It don't make no sense. Rodez has to be out his mind if he thinks he ain't fighting at a disadvantage. Regardless of Coach's qualms, Leon offers a handshake to his ex to show his support and solidarity . But Alix channels the spirit of Chris Farley and screams “Brothers don't shake hands! Brothers gotta hug!”. Even though they aren't brothers, and one of them is a girl, Alix hugs Leon anyway. COLE Well, no hard feelings on Alix's part. And Coach, please don't go for the easy joke I just set you up with. DING DING DING The bouncy brunette agrees to begin the contest for her team. Yet no sooner then two seconds after the bell rings is she forced to combat The Enterprise's treachery, as Moneymaker attempts to enter the ring. A slap by Ally quickly rids the squared circle of his presence, but he turns out to be nothing but a decoy that permits Blanchard to hammer her with clubbing forearms. As the fans boo his terrible display, The Handsome Hustler ravages her back with further blows, drawing up red welts onto her golden brown skin. “ENTERPRISE SUCKS! ENTERPRISE SUCKS!” the audience chants, led on by Leon, who shares in their sentiments. Blanchard laces his fingers through the curled strands of Ally's lovely hair, and leads her towards a neutral corner. With a vile grin taking hold of his face, he throws her forward, impacting her nose onto the harsh ring posts. The fan favorite recoils in intense agony and sinks to her knees, tears already welling up in her eyes. COACH Leon Rodez is some kind of fool. This man just get sadder. He acts all mad, gets all hot at The Enterprise, and when it comes time to man up, it's his lesbian ex-girlfriend who he sends to fight his battle. The six man champion tightens his claws around Alix's neck and cruelly leads her upright. As she gags under the immense strain, The Ned Man thrusts her back into the corner. Within seconds his choking hand is balled into a deadly fist that unleashes a hell storm of punches into the side of her head. Each blow draws out a groan of disgust from the audience, and a horrible moan from Alix. The pain grows even worse when Blanchard begins pumping his white boots into her bare midsection. Despite having a rather ripped stomach, Alix can only take so much of his strikes and eventually sinks to the canvas in distress. Leaving his wounded rival, to lean against the turnbuckle and wail in misery, Ned backs towards the center of the ring. “I don't know whatcha heard about me, DC. But N-E-D is a certified P-I-M-P!' Ned proclaims to the booing audience. The resident Pimp charges forward, and once he nears Alix he leaps into the sky, extending his legs forward so that they drape over the ropes. While that seems innocent enough, what's far less pleasing to anyone not named Ned Blanchard, is that his crotch is being furiously ground into her weeping face. “I'M A HUSTLAH! I'M A, I'M A, HUSTLAH! I'M A HUSTLAH, I'M A, I'M A, HUSTLAH!” Blanchard sings while he joyfully pumps his frank n beans into her mouth, COACH I bet Alix is getting more pleasure from Ned's sexual assault then she ever got with consensual sex with Leon. COLE I'd like to you say that to Leon's face! The audience is livid with Ned's display, and begins polluting the air with jeers, taunts, threats of violence, and debris. One particularly mannish looking lesbian in a “New Orleans needs stronger dikes” t-shirt brandishes a crowbar. Sensing that Ned is about to cause a worse riot then the Rodney King verdict, Charles Robinson demands he ceases his actions. Thankfully, the sexually satisfied Blanchard agrees to the request and dismounts Alix. As Ally lies on the mat, coughing, wheezing and wishing she were tagging with her girlfriend and not her ex-boyfrined, Ned retreats to his corner to tag in his boss, Theo Moneymaker. COLE And Teddy Moneymaker grants us with one of his rare in ring appearances. See Theo prefers to let various cronies and lackeys do his dirty work, while he watches from atop his ivory tower. Needless to say Mister Moneymaker is not warmly received by the DC audience. The Maryland coalition of lesbian surgeons, seems to make it their personal mission to boo him out of the ring. Moneymaker decides to give them something else to hate him for, and cruelly presses Alix's neck against the second rope. Intense pain booms all throughout her body, and a sharp blackness settles into her world, as Moneymaker ruthlessly chokes her with the cable. Robinson pleads with the billionaire to cease and desist, but there's little inclination in Moneymaker that he's willing to do so. Instead he takes Alix's limp arm and wraps it under the rope, forcing her to attempt to choke herself to death. On the outside Jade's casual disinterest watches an act that would've reduced her to tears only three months ago. “What's the deal, Robinson? You can't let this stand!” Leon shouts. No Robinson can't, and he finally backs Moneymaker away from his victim. Moneymaker pleads ignorance, claiming that he was unaware he engaged in questionable tactics. This defense provides a suitable distraction for Ned Blanchard to reach into the ring and swat at Ally Cat with his leather boots. Robinson hears a horrible thud, that of Alix's breathless body capsizing to the mat, and instantly turns his attention to the scene of the crime. There's nothing he can do to punish Ned, however, as The delicious but viscous superstar tags himself into the bout. COACH This is how a team operates, baby. A team of dyed in the wool, republican, heterosexual, Americans. Not like a working class, STD infested pornstar and his bull dagger bitch ex-girlfriend. Shunning Robinson's cries for sportsmanship, The Enterprise duo attach Alix into a double front facelock. However, their suplex attempt is delayed when Blanchard gleefully informs Moneymaker that he can see her nipples. Once that piece of information is digested, the pairing haul Alix into the skies then promptly drop her backwards with a suplex. Ally immediately shoots her back off the canvas, wincing in white hot pain, and pleading for Krista to come and save her. Unfortunately, all she gets is Krista's ex, Ned Blanchard efforting a pinfall. Robinson scores it.. ONE TWO But Ally kicks out, bringing great delight to the hearts of the fans and Leon Rodez. Unfortunately their joy is short lived as Blanchard lacerates Ally's brutalized neck with a leg drop. Alix's hands instantly moves to her throat, which feels as though it's dangerously close to separating from the rest of her body. Blanchard commemorates his achievement by photographing Alix with an imaginary camera phone. “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” the audience sings. COACH Lemme tell you something about Leon Rodez. This cat is so useless and pointless, that Alix ain't even calling out for him to come and help her, she's calling out for someone who ain't even in this match. Think about that. COLE Leon Rodez is a wonderful athlete, but you seem to have some kind of problem with him? COACH He's bitch made! He's been exposed as a punk on an almost weekly basis. He ain't gonna do nothing, but talk. You can just treat him like a ho, 'cause that's what he is. Dude is like stairs, everyone walks all over him. Blanchard grabs hold of Ally's coffee colored locks and uses them as a leash to drag her into the ropes. He snarls towards the heated crowd, while her eyes are ripped to shreds by the callous surface of the ring ropes. Bone chilling screams spill from her throat, washing out Robinson's five count, and Moneymaker's nearby laughter. With Alix's vision utterly obliterated by Ned's devilish actions, she's powerless to prevent him from trapping her into a front facelock. He drags her weeping and squirming body to his corner, where his hand meets Moneymaker's. “MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!” the audience bleats. Spurred on by hatred of the crowd, Moneymaker renters the ring in a flourishing velocity so fast that Ally scarcely has a moment to register his charge before his Billion Dollar Knee Lift impacts gruesomely with her jaw. Terror laced croaks escape her lips, and she topples backwards, landing in a quivering mound of faux fur, sweat, and busted bones. Heaving for breath, she courageously attempts to battle towards her feet. But the task is made all but impossible when Moneymaker awkwardly bends her arm forward, and hooks his elbow underneath her shoulder. Reveling in her immediate cries, the Vero Beach native attaches his hands to her furry wrist bands and uses it to press her arm down, generating more pressure. Alix exerts a grandoise effort to break free, screaming and grunting while she tries to pry his hand away from her's. The Billion Dollar heir counteracts her efforts by straddling her body, careful to make sure he doesn't slip down her baby oiled skin. “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” With no hope of prying Moneymaker's death grip away from her, Alix is forced to fight fire with fire, and use an especially dirty tactic. She drives her finger deep into his steel grey eyes, earning a primal roar from Moneymaker, but also earning her freedom. As the crowd continues to root her on, The Hollywood Bad Girl bounds towards the cables. Upon her return, wrestling's richest man grounds her momentum to a halt with a basic shoulder block. He follows that strike up with a quick pin... ONE TWO But Ally kicks out and Moneymaker is irate as a result. While he calculates he cost of having Robinson killed, he pulls Miss Spezia to her vertical base. From there the Floridian whips her into the ropes. As she returns her to her foe, he attempts to decapitate her with a lariat! However, she swoops beneath the strike continues the trek towards the cables. Enraged by her avoidance, Moneymaker twirls around to retry his lariat effort. Unfortunately, he finds Alix's arm locked around his enormous noggin. She twirls through the skies, then finally brings Moneymaker down to pulverize him with the Sucker Free DDT!! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” With momentum ever in danger of slipping away, The Hollywood Bad Girl wastes no time with a dramatic hot tag, instead springing forward to tag in her old-flame, Leon Rodez! COLE Go get you some, Leon Rodez! Waves of cheers engulf every inch of the Verizon Center, so much so that the brutal sound The Shack Attack (rolling clothesline) obliterating Moneymaker's nose can barely be heard. COLE SHACK ATTACK~~~!~!~!! Seeing Moneymaker wiped out with one shot, brings a bit of reluctance to heart of Ned Blanchard. Yet, he wishes to put on a courageous showing for Jade, and engages in battle with his archrival. But the second he confronts Leon, he is peppered with a jab. And another! And another! And another! And another! And another! And a kiss to the audience! And an enziguri that reduces Ned to a finely sculpted heap of pain and misery. “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!” the crowd yells before breaking into chants of Leon's name. COLE No matter what city we go to, the fans love Leon Rodez! Moneymaker, of course fails to share these sentiments, and seeks to derail the love train with another Billion Dollar Knee Lift. But as he nears the Grand Rapids Golden Child, Ally springs into action. She uses his raised knee as a launching pad to rocket herself into the sky. As she draws across Moneymaker's face, she whips her shoe around to smack him in his jaw! The sudden slaughter does an amazing amount of damage to Moneymaker, and he's forced to beat a hasty retreat to the outside. Unfortunately, there will be no reprieve for the billion dollar heir, as Rodez soars over the ropes with arm outstretched for a lariat! However Leon's scud missile turns into nothing but a dud missile, thanks to Blanchard hastily pulling his boss out of the way. Thankfully, Leon avoids a catastrophic crash by shifting his boots downwards and landing clumsily on the mats. But this less then graceful landing, allows Ned to smash him with forearms. With Leon properly subdued, Ned roughly deposits him into the ring. “LEON! LEON! LEON! As the fan favorite steps upright, he eyes Ned's leather boot heading towards his face. The Michigander acts quickly, grabbing hold of Ned's shin, and then spinning him round with a dragon whip. Though the move was nauseating, Blanchard finds it within himself to stand up. Problematically, he stands up into side kick to the midsection. With doubled over and on the verge of vomiting, Rodez carries himself towards the ropes. Once he nears The Handsome Hustler, he extends his muscular legs forward to smash his chiseled face with a crowd thrilling dropkick! Ned is thrown backwards as though he's been shot out of a cannon. He struggles to gain his orientation, but the sight of blood seeping from his nose devolves him into a screaming mess. The sight of crimson goo brings a small grin to Leon's studly face, but causes one fan to become distraught with concern, "OH SNAP! STOP THE MATCH, THE DUDE HAS AIDS! DON'T LET HIS BLOOD GET ON YOU! ALL OF YA'LL ARE GONNA GET AIDS! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN NONE OF YOU!" After thanking the man for his concern, The New Age Love Machine orders Ned to stand and fight. While The Handsome Hustler stands, he doesn't do much fighting, as Rodez flings him into the cables. However, Neddy Bear reverses the hold, and it's Leon who's sent on a journey to the cables. When the ropes spit him back towards his foe, he lowers his beefy chest in hopes of impaling Blanchard with his shoulder. Ned avoids the impalement by leap frogging his oncoming enemy. The Grand Rapids native counters this by droping to his stomach, and wrapping his ankles around Ned's leg. Blanchard is instantly pulled from the air, and savagely slammed face first into the unforgiving mats. “OOOOOOH” “Get up, Ned! I'm not done yet!” Leon screams, getting a raucous cheer in response from the fans. Ned, responds to this order by trying to scoot to the safety of his corner. Yet, Rodez stalks his trek, and latches onto his arm to pull him towards his feet. The exhausted Blanchard is then thrown into a neutral corner, where the steel posts cut through the tanned flesh on his back. The pain grows even more intolerable when his archenemy shoots forward to skewer him with the Superman Spear! Mortally wounded, Ned staggers out of the corner, hands extended towards a partner that's some twenty feet away. Leon ensures Blanchard will never be able to close the distance between he and Moneymaker, when he snapmares the six man champ to the ground. With Blanchard momentarily incapacitated, Rodez scurries to the top rope. The Verizon Center is brought to it's feet with joyous anticipation over the high risk move that's soon to arrive. Their hero doesn't dare delay his amazing finisher, and quickly hurls himself off the ropes with the 450 Splash! Blanchard rolls out of the way at the last possible second! Unable to get his hands up in defense, Leon finds his face disfigured by the stone solid ring mats. As the audience reacts with great shock, he rolls around the canvas, unsure what body part to grab first, his busted ribs or his throbbing face. Blanchard knows exactly what body part to target, and does so with a grounded body lock. His muscular arms snap together in a single bloody crunch around Leon's waist, and the bulk of the man's fighting spirit is all but destroyed. He curses and groans his ill luck, while Ned's vile hold continues to threaten to snap him in half. Eying the terrible grimace on Leon's boyish face, Robinson wonders if he's ready to submit. While Ned replies “Of course he is!”, Leon shoots that down with a hearty “Hell no!” “LEON! LEON! LEON!” sing the audience, doing their best to rally The New Age Love Machine to victory. In spite of the vice grip that drains his breath, energy, and strength, Rodez somehow manages to will himself to his feet. Blanchard greets this surprising change in position by shifting into a waistlock. This proves to be a terrible idea, as Leon's black padded elbow begins hammering his noggin. Overcome by the pain of the strikes, Ned is force to relinquish his hold on Senor Rodez. The former tag champ takes advantage of his freshly won freedom by carting himself to the ropes. Leon rumbles back to his groggy rival, and bulldozes him with a lariat! Only seconds after Ned collapses into rubble, does the fiery Rodez dart to Moneymaker. While Teddy may cowardly throw his arms up in defense, this does little to stop The Grand Rapids Golden Child from shoving him off the apron! COACH He can't do that! He doesn't make enough money to do that! “YEAAAAA!” Though the crowd may be delighted with Leon's manhandling of The Enterprise, Leon's thirst for violence has yet to be quenched. Thus it's with lunatic delight, that he seeks to draw more blood from the slowly rising Blanchard. Yet, Blanchard's groggy state is little more then a clever ruse and he exposes his trickery by capturing the approaching superstar into a roll up! Robinson scores the fall.... ONE TWO Fortunately Leon escapes the pin well before the three count. He rips his body off the mat, eager to continue his thrashing of his detested rival. But Ned delays these plans by subduing him into a front facelock. He drags his rival into The Enterprise corner and swiftly makes the tag with The Billionaire. Theodore enters the bout, with retribution over Leon's cheap shot fresh in his mind. He quickly meets this goal by driving the point of his elbow into the small of Rodez's back. The Smooth One staggers forward, wincing in pain from piercing strike. Sadly, there's little rest for his weary bones as Moneymaker's fist comes crashing towards his face. Leon quickly raises his gloved left hand to block the incoming shot, then stuns Moneymaker with a right cross of his own. A thudding left follows that shot, and a wad of spit is propelled from the Floridian's mouth. Moneymaker is staggered backwards, left dizzy by the two powerful strikes. But he regains enough of his composure to drop to his knees and end Leon's resurgence with a drop toe hold. The attack furthers the pain gripping Leon's bruised face, and the intense agony prevents him from halting Moneymaker's trip to the ropes. When the chortling billion dollar heir returns, his fingers rub imaginary dollars together, before he drops his fistful of dollars onto the battered nose of Loen Rodez. A pin follows.... ONE COLE Come on, Leon! Kick out! TWO But Alix destroys the pinfall by slashing her furry white boots into Moneymaker's face! “YEAAAA!” COACH What the hell is she doing? You'd think she want Leon Rodez to get bodied just as badly as The Enterprise. Shit, if I saw a man stomping out one of my ex-bitches, I'd be on some “pass me that bat, dog, wrap a little chain around that, let me at that trick!” More annoyed with the wad of fur that's stuck in his mouth, then the destruction of his pinfall, Moneymaker chastises Robinson for permitting the interference. Once he's suitably dressed down the official, the tycoon returns his focus to the job of punishing Rodez. He hauls the midwesterner off the mat, then slings him onto his shoulders in a standing fireman's carry position. Instantly, the fan favorite tries to fight his way free of Moneymaker's clutches. And he does encounter freedom, just not in the way he would've liked! Moneymaker slings him off his shoulders, and drives his neck into the top rope. Searing anguish spreads like a cancer through the throat of Leon Rodez as he crumples into a heap on the canvas. On the outside Jade watches with detached amusement while her brother fights mightily to simply breathe. “FUCK YOU MONEYMAKER! FUCK YOU MONEYMAKER!” the fans scream. COLE Leon told us how badly he was going injure The Enterprise, and it for a while it looked like he was going to cruise to a victory, but the tide has clearly turned for Rodez. Here's hoping he can pull it together. Back on his feet, Leon leans into his rival with a straight left cross that Moneymaker takes in stride, firing off a right hook of his own in response. Unfazed by the punch, Leon returns fire with a forearm. The strike pushes the tycoon back several inches and leaves him stunned for a precious few seconds. But these few seconds are all The Love Machine needs to snag his foe into a tightly held front facelock. He drops backwards and mashes the man's rugged face into the mat with a crowd popping DDT. While his foe desperately tries to remember just what city he's in, Leon lays his arm across his chest for a pin attempt. ONE But Moneymaker kicks out, greatly depressing the audience. On the ring apron, Blanchard watches Moneymaker clutch his injured face, and remarks on how glad he is to be out of the way of Leon's warpath. Unfortunately for him, Leon remains hungry for revenge over the psychological damage that's been inflicted upon his family for the past three months. Thus he makes a beeline to Blanchard, grabs a hold of his thin blond hair, and flings him over the ropes and into the squared circle. While Rodez actions have the blood lusting crowd celebrating, they set his vain rival on the rampage. He pops up and pelts the ex-pornstar with a series of right jabs. Each punch gets a boo from the audience as it lands. Thankfully Rodez is able to break up the lopsided slugfest by rifling a harsh palm strike into his foe's nose. Holding his face with his right arm, Ned groggily stumbles from side to side, in dire need of a tissue to cease the bleeding. Leon happily continues to nourish his need to crush the deviant grappler, and grabs his free arm into a half nelson. From there he raises his arm up, awkwardly tugging The Handsome Hustler into the air, then smashing him back first into the ring floor! Blanchard yelps in distress as a sharp pain spreads throughout his mangled back. “LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE!” Even though the crowd is solidly behind him, Leon decides to tag Alix back into the contest. But she pulls her hand away from his, stunning the audience who were ready to burst into a round of “Alix” chants! COLE WHAT THE HELL? LEON “Kidding!” Ally assures Leon, and he returns to the adorable white male we all know and love. COLE Alix and Leon, able to work together as a team without any problems so far. COACH Uh, this is only the second time Alix has been in the match, while Ned and Moneymaker are making smart, repeated tags. But yeah, they're working “great”. Alix enters the squared circle to a raucous ovation from the capacity crowd. However, there's little time for her to bask in their love, as Blanchard is zeroing in on her with a shoulder tackle. The Hollywood Bad Girl expertly counters his salvo by whipping her limber leg around and slashing him with the undersole of her boot. COLE That's not the soft furry part of that boot by the way, folks. That is the rock hard bottom she just hit Ned with. Ally Cat drags Ned's limp carcass off the canvas. As he's still deeply wounded by Leon's onslaught and her hellish kick, he's incapable of preventing the California cutie from darting to the ropes. He's equally ineffective in preventing her from tumbling through the air, catching hold of his head and driving him downward with a neck breaker. With Ned throughly trounced, Alix attempts a pinfall. The fans count along with Robinson's slapping of the mat. CROWD ONE CROWD TWO Blanchard rips his body out of the pinfall, and rushes to his feet, ready to strike down the annoying babe once and for all. But it's Ned who once again incurs great defeat, as Ally launches him into a neutral corner. While his back is devoured by the jagged steel of the ringposts, it's his front that suffers the harshest damage; Alix gallops into the corner and springs into the skies. Her boots explodes onto his beefy chest, and the momentum of the strike propels her into a moonsault. The exact second she lands on her feet, her right foot flicks forward, whipcracking Blanchard's face with a ferocious superkick! Pain splattered about his countenance, Ned teeters from his corner. He's so absorbed by his misery that he fails to observe Alix draping his arm across her's. By the time he's aware that he's in grave danger, the sex kitten is already halfway through the True Life: I just got beat up by a Girl (STO). The mighty impact of the signature hold rocks the ring to it's core, and the crowd is ecstatic with glee. Ally turns to the cheering legion and yells, “"Did you know our ability to choose, or reject, prevents our seeing fundamental truthes?" “...............” “Uh.....smoke weed everyday?” “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” The pothead fans grow even more joyful when Ally decides to execute her favorite trademark strike, the booty bouncing moonsault. But before Alix can delight the pleasure seeking fans with her sumptuous jiggling, a scrawny Asian man, seeking his fifteen minutes of shame, zooms past inattentive arena security and dives into the ring! He orders a stupefied Alix aside, and waits for no dissension on her part before he promptly fires up his flat ass to absolutely no one's delight, Ned and the crowd are gripped by the powerful horror of this disgusting charade. However, the fans' horror is soon replaced by great glee, as Alix executes the moonsault portion of the routine, splashing across Ned's body! While security pours into the ring to drag the male Asian Shakira to a proper holding cell, Ally efforts a pinfall... CROWD ONE CROWD TWO But Ned scrapes his shoulder off the canvas well before the three count. Not wishing to permit Alix (or any erstwhile crowd members) the chance to inflict further damage upon him, he quickly scrambles upright. He fires off a Cro-Cop inspired left high kick, but Alix effortlessly ducks beneath it. As such, Blanchard clumsily careens forward, scarcely able to retain the balance the avoidance robbed him of. He awkwardly twists around to flatten Ally with a lariat. But this effort is snuffed out by Alix leaping into his chest, and coiling her hands around his neck. Gravity pulls the pair downwards, but it's Ned who endures the agony, as Alix inverted lung blower pierces through his chest. On the bright side, her boobs were pressed into his face, so life isn't all bad for ol Neddy Bear. Ally then hooks his leg for a pinfall. The onlookers rise to their feet and count along with each slap of the mat. CROWD ONE CROWD TWO Blanchard kicks out right as the ref's hand hits three, generating quite the groan of disgust from the audience. After failing to get the three count on that last pinfall attempt, an annoyed Ally stands upright before her opponent has an opportunity to collect his bearings. She bounds off the ropes, timing her return so that she nears Ned the second he rises to his feet. Unfortunately, Ned leaps upwards into the makings of an hurricanrana. The beach babe is quick to evade the high flying brawler, and tumbles beneath her elevated rival. As Ned lands harmlessly behind her, she pops up off the mat. Ned is unsure as to his plucky opponent is located, and is incredibly shocked when she spins him into an Irish whip. However, he's able to suitably regain his composure in order to flatten her with a shoulder block. Thrilled with his lone offensive strike, he flexes his Adonis like muscles to a wrathful audience. “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” Blanchard is enraged by blatant disrespect the crowd demeans him with, and directs a terrible scowl towards every audience member he lays his eyes on. Eventually he sets aside his disgust for the Washingtonians and journeys to the ropes, planning to flatten Ally with a body splash on his return. This plan encounters nothing but failure, however, as the Hollywood hellcat stuns him with a majestic kip up dropkick! Ned shudders uncontrollably on the ring floor, in desperate need of tag. It's a need that continues to be unfulfilled as Alix pulls him off the mats and throws towards the ropes. He bounces back like crazed wolf, pouncing upon her with a lariat. But an arm drag yanks him to the ground. Clutching his wounded limb, he uneasily rises to face his foe. But she's nowhere to be found, having made another trip to the ropes. By the time Ned gets read on her, her tanned thighs have tightened him into a spinning head scissors. Silver agony explodes into his head, as he's deposited into the canvas bellow. While the audience applauds her showing, The Hollywood Bad Girl covers the dizzied Blanchard... CROWD ONE CROWD TWO Ally's hopes for victory are significantly dulled, once Ned pulls his shoulder off the mat. COLE Blanchard finding a way to stay alive here. The Enterprise may be rich, but they can't afford to go down oh and two. Meanwhile, The Ned Man finds himself under fire from a swarm of rapid fire kicks from Ally Cat. Unable to defend himself from the fast moving blows he's helplessly backed into the corner. She follows him in, providing him with not a moment's rest. After tossing a kiss to a cute girl in the front row, the buxom starlet whips her fellow Californian across the ring. But midway through the move, Blanchard reverses it and shoots her into the turnbuckles. Annoying The Enterprise to no end, she evades a collision with the turnbuckle by pressing her hands onto the top rope and springing backwards. However the agile counter does not come without it's peril, as Blanchard grabs onto her gorgeous legs and throws her forward, making an attempt to imprint her features onto the corner posts. But as she sails through the air, she puts her hands in front of her face to avoid an unfortunate meeting with the ringposts. Unfortunately her left knee wasn't as lucky as her facial features, and twists it disgustingly as her feet plant into the mat. Despite her best efforts to do so, her grimacing face can't mask the intense pain besieging her left leg. Ned senses his rival's afflicted state and stalks the brunette as she clumsily hobbles about the squared circle. He closes in on his victim, huffing and puffing like a psychotic wolf. He wraps Alix's arm around his head, grabs hold of her skimpy shorts, and after admiring her luscious BUTT, foists her into the sky. Without delay, he slams her right leg across his outstretched knee with a knee breaker. While the crowd tries to rally the adored babyface, Blanchard grabs onto her left leg and holds it horizontal to the mat. Smiling with detestable perversion, he eagerly runs his hungry hands down her sexy leg, aroused by the smoothness of her bronze skin. COLE This guy makes me sick! Ever since he came into the OAOAST he's been reprehensible! Once he's finished using her as a pleasure toy, Blanchard drapes his right leg across her left. After taking one last titillating feel of her limb, he drops down and vilely impacts her left leg into the floor. The tormented lass howls into the air, drawing worried gasps from many fans, and putting a pleasured grin on Blanchard's face “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” Blanchard elevates Alix's burdened left leg, then swiftly buries an elbow into the sore part of her inner knee. Alix rips her sweat soaked upper body off the mat, howling in chilling agony. The brilliant camera man takes a telling shot of a twelve year old girl weeping while she watches her heroine get brutalized by this barbarian. The girl's reaction worsens when she's forced to watch Ned once again molest Alix's leg for his erotic deviancy. COACH And this is what having Leon Rodez for a partner gets you. Molested! Leon probably don't see nothing wrong with this. It's par for the course where he comes from. If Krista was here, we'd be fishing Ned's body out the Chesapeake Bay. Wishing to inflict even more harm upon the beautifully sculpted sculpted body of Alix Spezia, Ned begins the makings of a figure four leg lock. But during the early stages part, where he has to turn his back to Alix she shocks him by using her good leg to shove him into the turnbuckles nearest her corner. The fans erupt with delight as Blanchard's chiseled frame encounters a NASCAR worthy collision with the ring posts. The dazed brawler staggers out of the corner and takes himself into a back slide pin by Alix! The referee makes the count! CROWD ONE CROWD TWO Ever the perverted one, The Handsome Hustler turns his kickout into a prime opportunity to get his hands on Alix's luscious Latina BUTT. He squeezes the thick orbs within his sweaty fingers, and moans in rapture over this wondrous pleasure. Before Alix can even attempt to fight off this harassment, he's cruelly shoving her towards the turnbuckles. The alluring lass trips over her clunky boots and impales his shoulder on the callous metal ringpost. The impact is so appalling that even Jade has to join with the onlookers in shuddering at the head on hit. Ned wastes no time in admiring his violent handiwork, though, and scrapes Alix's carcass away from the accident scene. Dragging her along by the curled strands of her hair, Ned brings her into his corner where he applies the tag with Moneymaker. As The Billion Dollar heir enters the ring, Ally shows some fighting spirit, lunging forward desperately. But a front facelock by Moneymaker snaps taut, holding her down. The very basic submission hold cuts savagely into air supply, and she teeters on the brink of passing out. Her toned arms vehemently paw at any method of escape as a look of anguished sorrow is baked onto her agonized features. Panicked cries flood from her mouth, as Moneymaker cheerfully tightens the noose around her neck. COLE Moneymaker seems to have been brought in for the final kill. To get the pleasure of earning a victory over Leon Rodez and a lesbian he despises so much. How selfless of Ned Blanchard. She strains with all her might, working herself into a lather of tears and sweat. The crowd doesn't fail to notice her heroic efforts and they seek to rally her to victory with “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” chants. She thrashes her body from side to side, but can not escape the unsparing hold, as it rends her vulnerable neck into charcoal. On the verge of submission, Ally frantically pumps her fists into Moneymaker's pudgy midsection, praying that they'll secure her some freedom. Despite her lack of strength, the succession of strikes have some effect on Moneymaker. His face contorts with agony, and his blistering arms weaken their grip ever so slightly. Realizing that Moneymaker's defeat is near, Leon begins furiously clapping his hands, causing the capacity crowd to expand the volume of their chants exponentially. “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” Tired having his stomach thrashed by an unceasing torrent of punches, Moneymaker finally let's Alix go free. However she's incapable of making the much needed tag with Leon, as he drops her to the canvas with a leg trip. With gritted teeth he drags her behind him like a peace of meat as he heads into his corner. Shortly after making the tag with Ned Blanchard, Moneymaker sinks to the canvas, and weaves his victim into a leg lock. Chained by the submission hold, Alix twists within her bonds, and shouts desperately for help from Krista. But her cries are muffled when Ned drops an elbow onto her face. The tycoon releases Ally's mangled leg, which permits Ned to effort another pinfall... ONE TWO But Ally manages the strength needed to lift her shoulder off the canvas! “YEAAAAAAA!” Ned can hardly believe his ill luck over the failed count, and lashes Robinson with a slew of profanities. Thankfully for the ref's self esteem, Blanchard quickly finds a more productive target for his ire, that of Leon Rodez. Snarling like a mad dog, he surges forward with an elbow aimed towards his archnemesis' face. Leon throws his gloved fist out in defense, but it's a futile effort, and Ned is able to blast him from his perch. He endures an appalling crash into the canvas, but it's the frustration over being bested by Blanchard that burns the harshest. “BLANCHARD SUCKS! BLANCHARD SUCKS!” “Come and get me, future brother in law!” Ned screams through a Cheshire cat grin, Turned into a festering pot of rage and bile, Leon throws himself into the ring to make good on his promise to castrate Blanchard. Thankfully for the narcissist's testicles, Robinson intercepts the stewing warrior. While he pleads with Leon to show some restraint, The Enterprise concocts a slick double team behind his back. The pairing ravage her with closed fists that rend the flesh on her back like tissue paper, before they finally thrust her to ring ropes. When the cables return her to the nefarious villains, they launch her into the skies with a flap jack. Unfortunately, their dominance over her at that exact moment, as the culinary sensation obliterates them with thrilling dropkick! The fans cheer themselves hoarse over the awesome showing by their heroine, and Leon's dour mood improves greatly over watching Alix snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. COACH Ned, Mister Moneymaker! Men down! Men down! Don't let her make the tag to Leon! Too late. The bone weary babe exerts the last droplet of strength left in her body to dive towards her corner and make critical tag with The New Age Love Machine. The fans are vaulted into a state of utter euphoria, and discharge a bounty of cheers for the Michigan born gladiator. COLE Get your guard up Ned, Leon's coming for the kill! Leon leaps over the ropes, and uses the power of his raw fury, to run through the incoming Moneymaker with a roaring elbow! His murderous gaze then sets it's sight upon Blanchard. But before a superkick can dismantle Ned, the muscle stud makes a desperate plea for mercy, entreating Leon not to harm his “future brother in law.” Needless to say this appeal does little to win Leon's kindness and Ned is promptly flattened with the superkick! “LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE!” A furious Moneymaker gallops towards Leon, raising his arms above his head in an axe handle smash. But Leon ducks beneath his swinging blade, then springboards off the ropes behind the billionaire. He clamps his legs onto Moneymaker's shoulders, and before the tycoon can react he lunges forward with a victory roll! Robinson counts the ensuing pinfall... CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! But Blanchard rescues his fallen leader by breaking up the count with a running elbow drop. As Leon rises, Ned surges out with a yakuza kick! Rodez eavdes it and quickly locks the errant fighter into a half nelson! Hissing like a lion about to devour it's prey , Leon hurls him backwards with a release half nelson suplex! The terrified grappler tumbles through the air with concussive force. He lands on the mat neck first, momentum carrying him up to his weak knees. Leon spots this, and annihilates his once handsome face with a basement dropkick! This would be an opportune moment for Leon to seek a pin, but his attention is diverted by his sister's presence upon the ring apron. Unlike most managers who act as though they're landing planes on a runway, Jade simply stands atop the ring apron with an aura of frigid disgust. Regardless of her robotic demeanor, Leon is still drawn to her, thinking he has a chance to reason with her. Yet he can't move more then a single inch before Moneymaker school boys him! ONE TWO THREE! But, Leon escapes the pinfall! As the audience salutes his kick out, Leon rises to unleash a bevy of chops into Moneymaker's chest. The tanned flesh jiggles and tears with each shot, leaving an outcropping of red welts in it's place. The pain continues to mount for The Billion Dollar heir when his foe whips him into the corner. Upon colliding with the posts, Moneymaker stumbles towards the center of the ring, failing to notice Rodez zipping past him. He's alerted to the love machine's position in a most fatal way; Leon leaps from the second rope and pummels his head with a vicious mule kick! Moneymaker's face is splattered across the canvas, and the bloody remnants of the strike are visible as Leon rolls him into a pin... CROWD ONE CROWD TWO Ned breaks up the fall! The crowd boos his interference lustily but is quickly given something to cheer about, thanks to Alix returning to paste him with forearm shots. Sure strikes from a anorexic wearing huge fur covered wristbands, doesn't exactly hurt, but the fans love it none the less. Ned ends the painless punching by firing her off to the ropes. She rebounds, but he drops down forcing her to hop over him. Moneymaker, now upright and lusting for some form of vengeance, has a standing lariat waiting to put her in her place. But she merely shoves his questing arm down like it belonged to a five year old. He throws up his arms to his face, as if such a comically pathetic defense could save him from the dread he's sown. Ally latches her arms around his waist, then flings him head over heels with the Burning Sensation When You Urinate (sunset flip pile driver)! “YEAAAAAAAA!” A YEAAAAAAA for the crowd is an OWWWWWW for Moneymaker, and he rolls out the ring in dire need of an Aspirin. Ally follows him outside and proceeds to strike blows for lipstick lesbians everywhere, pumelling his frayed body with rage filed stomps. Moneymaker actually fights to his feet past her wave of strikes and begins volleying punches her way. She effortlessly avoids them and sweeps behind him to trap him into a full nelson. However he powers his way out the hold with quick elbow strikes and resumes his maniac assault. Alix destroys his offensive by throwing her foot into his already concussed head. The blow staggers him, and allows Alix to trap him with that full nelson. She kicks his leg out and drives him into the steel ring steps with the You have Died of Dysentery (Full Nelson Face Crusher). I will spare you the flowery details and summarize the impact with one word: OUCH! “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” The light in his blue eyes stoked to full fire, Leon goes after Blanchard with wild left hands. Finally detecting an opening in his rapid fire attack, Ned plants a firm shoulder into his midsection. Grabbing him by his singlet, he starts to foist him into the air for an atomic drop. But the ring saavy Rodez counters with a front guillotine choke and drops him back into the canvas! The still standing crowd explodes with an earthshaking roar that could make the deaf hear again. Blanchard rebells wildly against the hold, realizing his "future brother in law" is trying to strangle him to death. Any effort he makes to battle out of his death lock causes Leon to tighten the grip. His face morphing all shades of blue, Ned summons his massive strength and picks Rodez up. He rushes to the corner, slamming Leon backfirst into the posts! COLE Ned is trying with all his might to get free! Terrifying fear grips Ned as he feels his clutch on his air supply get tighter, and his odds of staying conscious turn dimmer. Pushed by a desire to simply survive rather then earn victory, he flips “Silky Smooth” to the canvas with a bridged Northern Lights Suplex! Pieces of horrific agony tear into him as Leon kicks his legs back and pulls him up with the deadly choke still applied! “LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE!” Those chants come courtesy of a frantic tapping by Ned Blanchard. While the submission is seen by eighteen thousand people, it's not viewed by the one who needs to see it most, Charles Robinson. No, Robinson is distracted by the presence of Jade Rodez, atop the ring apron. With the referee distracted Moneymaker's contingency plan begins in earnest. His hired goons, Los Conquistadors emerge from their position underneath the ring, baseball bats stashed into their black gloved hands. COLE What the hell are Moneymaker's lackeys doing out here? The answer to that question is made abundantly clear when the amigos bash Leon's skull with fatal swipes of their weapons. Leon screams out in raw torment, his hand instantly shooting towards his forehead which is now gushing a torrent of blood. While the crowd goes livid over the deplorable actions, Uno repositions Ned so that he lies with his arm draped over Leon's chest. COLE This is crap! You can't do this! Robinson, turns around and sees the pin, but finds no sight of Los Conquistadors. Unaware of the foul play, he counts the fall.... ONE TWO Alix tries to dive into the ring, but Uno and Dos hold her down! THREE! COLE Damn it! Damn it! Needless to say, the crowd is less then thrilled with that result, and promptly take up the cause of chanting “BULLSHIT”. BUFFER The winners of the match...THE ENTRERPRISE! If this were the UFC, Ned would be on his way to a six month medical suspension, but as this is weak ass fake tumbling....I mean pro wrestling, he simply leans back against the turnbuckle, giggling at the sight of his rival, his pained face drenched in blood. Jade's reaction is perhaps even more despicable. She doesn't seem to give two hoots about Leon's condition, instead retreating up the ramp as though this were a fifteen minute waste of her precious time. Moneymaker is assisted to his feet by the always helpful Los Conquistadors. As he hears his entrance music blaring in the background and sees Leon Rodez being attended to by an apologetic Alix, he can't help but break out into a mammoth laughter. COACH In an era where bigots in this country is trying to get rid of Mexicans, Moneymaker does our land proud by gainfully employing them in his service. COLE First off, Los Conquistadors are from New Mexico. They ARE American! Anyway, once again The Enterprise screws over Leon Rodez. But Leon won't give up. He can't give up. Edited June 27, 2007 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 (edited) COLE And it is main-event time, here in our nation's capital! For the first time one on one, Zack Malibu to take on Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix, with the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship of the World on the line, a momentuous match for this celebratory show to end on. COACH First time one on one but there is a ton of history between these two. I mean, technically, this is just under a year in the making. COLE Landon Maddix formerly associated with The Wildcards, indeed. You can go back to War Games, where Zack drew the submission from Landon and also, the final two men in this year's Lethal Rumble, Zack Malibu again able to overcome Landon. But tonight, the stakes are at their highest yet. World Title, on the line! COLE This is Landon's first OAOAST match since AngleMania VI, which isn't neccessarily the makings of a number one contender. But of course, that match was the Money In The Bank win. And Landon has been busy in the past few months as the SWF's World Heavyweight Champion. Up until a couple of weeks ago that is, when Landon lost the title, which in no small coincidence co-incided with him stepping up his pursuit of Zack and the OAOAST Title. COACH Yeah, let's make it real clear for the people. Landon Maddix is a former three-time SWF World Champion. And if he wins the title tonight, he makes history as the first man EVER to have held both the SWF and OAOAST World Championships. The guy has got credentials. COLE That is unprecedented, no doubt. And a very real possibility, bearing in mind what's happened in the past few weeks. Zack Malibu, ambushed after his match with Mr. Boricua and then the next week, lured into an attack from The South Central Militia, by Landon. And then just three nights ago, Zack demanded... three days away from a PPV title defence no less... he demanded he get one of the Militia one on one on HeldDOWN~! He certainly got what he wanted, and then some, as again he was attacked after picking up the victory with Landon doing even more damage to the ribs via a steel chair. COACH It's pretty clear, Zack made a huge error in judgment last week. He let his heart rule his head, yet again. That's why he got beaten down by The South Central Militia. That's why he ended up wrestling three days before this match. Zack is entirely to blame for his rib injury. COLE A little OTT, but there's a valid question in there. Somewhere. How much will Zack's 'bravado' in the past few weeks come back to haunt him tonight, against La Cucaracha who has managed to steer clear of virtually any physicality since the match was announced? We'll find out in just a few moments, we are now moments away from go-time, let's send it up to Michael Buffer. *DING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is your main event of evening! Scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time-limit, it is for the OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WWWooooooorld!!! "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" The energy Michael Buffer's intro created is instantly sucked out of the arena, as "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson powers through the PA. The lights dim, alternating between complete blackout and really frikkin' bright through the intro. And as the song kicks into gear, the entrance doors part at the hands of Megan Skye, heralding the arrival of Landon who stops at the top of the ramp and thrusts his hands out to his side to a chorus of boos. The lights stop alternating but stay dimmed as Landon makes the trek down the entrance ramp, looking confident but clearly focused. COLE This match, taking on so much more importance since June 3rd, when that man lost the SWF World Heavyweight Championship to Alan Clark, who OAOAST fans will remember as Bloodshed. COACH Boy, that oughta put butts in seats. Heh! Reaching the end of the rampway, Landon wipes his feet on the ring apron before he bounds into the ring, spinning himself into the centre of the ring and soaking up all the main-event spotlight. Landon then backs into his corner, going through some last minute instructions with Megan as he removes his long, sleeveless leather jacket. COLE Believe it or not, this is the first one on one main-event opportunity Maddix has had in the OAOAST. But he will certainly not be phased by the atmosphere. Even with the OAOAST's poster child across the ring from him. An eager buzz of excitement fills the air with the music cut. Megan keeps eye contact with her man, making sure he stays focused on the match and not the hostile fans around him. Which is a hard task when the crowd positively ERUPT as "Getting Away With Murder" hits! Through the shower and sparks of the pyro at the entranceway steps Zack Malibu, his treasured title belt framing the extensive athletic tape that covers his ribs. Zack's teeth are gritted, although whether it's from pain or determination isn't clear as a burst of white pyro shoots off on both sides of the ramp and he strides to the ring. COLE Well, that's one question answered. Zack Malibu, clearly not 100%. COACH Oh gee, here we go with the excuses already. COLE It's not an excuse Coach, it's fact. Zack wouldn't have those ribs taped if he wasn't injured! COACH Sure he would. Makes him look more dramatic in his hour of heroism. The team briefing continues across the ring as Zack enters, keeping half an eye on Landon as he scales the nearest corner to salute the Washington natives. Zack seems noteably cautious coming down from the ropes though, as referee Nick Patrick comes over to take the title belt. Both men are in their respective corners and lock eyes, as Buffer steps in. BUFFER Again, this contest scheduled for one fall. Nick Patrick, the official signed to this match-up, sanctioned by the One And Only Anglesault Thread. Introducing first, in the corner to my left, the challenger. Accompanied to the ring this evening by his manager, MEGAN SKYE! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER He hails from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Espána! Weighing two hundred, eight pounds. He is a former three-time World Champion and tonight aims to create professional e-wrestling history by becoming the first man ever to hold the showcase championships of the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation and the OAOAST! Ladies and gentlemen, he is the self-proclaimed "Saviour Of The OAOAST"! He is "THE NEXT GENERATION"! He is LANDON... "LA CUCARRRRRRRRACHAAAA"... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM - AAAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Landon comes out of the corner with another theatrical spin and actually does a curtsey to the hard camera. He then goes back to his corner, telling with some of the fans just what he's about to do to their hero. BUFFER And, his opponent in the corner to my right! Hailing from Providence, Rhode Island... he weighs in tonight at a flat two hundred and ten pounds. The flagbearer of the OAOAST and once more, the standard bearer for all who grace it's squared circle. He is the universally proclaimed "Saviour Of The OAOAST"! Ladies and gentlemen, the three-time, reigning and defending, One And Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooooooorrrrrrlllldd... "THE FRANCHISE"... ZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKK... MMMMMMMMMMMMMM - AAAAAAALLLLLLLIIIIIBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" A veritable flood of blue and gold streamers come flying into the ring from Zack's side as he raises a fist in the air. Referee Nick Patrick offers a look at the belt to both men now with the intros dealt with, Zack taking his title and kissing the OAOAST logo as he hands it back to the referee. Landon is too busy complaining to Megan that he barely acknowledges Patrick, so he simply raises the belt to the fans. COLE And there is the prize, the OAOAST World Title. Big match atmosphere here tonight, AngleSault I'm sure wanting this contest to be extra-special at this particular event, The Great Angle Bash. The formalities are almost over and Patrick is ready to begin. So is Zack. But, there's one problem. Across the ring, Landon still bemoans the fact that he had to be the self proclaimed saviour in the intro. Plus, he didn't get any streamers. At which point Zack obliges, picking up one streamer that didn't unfurl properly and lobbing it at his head! COACH Now that's uncalled for! Landon looks appalled for a second, before finally realising what actually happened and bailing out of the ring holding his ear. The crowd boo as Megan follows out and comforts her man, going so far as to hug Landon to comfort him. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" COLE (fighting back laughter) This certainly doesn't bode well for La Cucaracha. He got hit in the head with a paper streamer and he looks like he's about to cry out here! COACH He wasn't expecting it, that's all! Peeling himself away from Megan, Landon is fuming and gets on Patrick's case for the use of the 'illegal weapon'. Behind the referee's back Zack has collected a second streamer, which sends Landon scurrying over to the guardrail, cowering as he points Patrick to what's happening. The referee, albeit rolling his eyes, motions for Zack to move back. Which he does... ...not before throwing the streamer, this time catching Megan in the head! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Hey, come on! This is getting ridiculous! Megan's reaction isn't quite as theatrical as Landon's was, but she now joins the protests too. But the final straw has been dealt for Landon. OUTRAGED that his manageress was hit, the challenger storms into the ring and right up to Zack, ranting and raving... *SLAP!* ...before slapping him in the face... *SLAP~!* ...to which Zack responds with a THUNDEROUS slap, knocking Landon clean off his feet!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE HERE we go! With the bell rung we are finally under way, as Landon scrambles to his feet and finds himself under a barrage of strikes! Right hands rock him back into the ropes, Zack taking out his frustrations on the face of La Cucaracha until referee Patrick finally manages to get through to him. Zack holds up his hands innocently, before taking Landon off the ropes with an irish whip. Back rebounds Landon, before heading into the lights with a big BAAAAAAACK bodydrop!! (RIP Vinny Mac) COLE No South Central Militia to help Landon now, he is right in the centre of Hurricane Zacky! Rolling to his knees, Maddix holds up his hands and begs off. Cross of the heart and a hope to die. Which Zack seems ready to oblige with, pulling La Cucaracha up by the EARS and backing him into the corner. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" COLE Wow! Big knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A second chop connects, Maddix's eyes bursting open in shock. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And a third chop finds the mark! With things beginning to look a little desperate for him, Landon quickly goes to the eyes, before taking a wild swing. Zack ducks though, hooking Landon as if for a back suplex, only to sit him up on the top rope. Maddix throws back an elbow, from the left and then from the right, both failing miserably. And with a quick tug of the waistband, Zack pulls Maddix into the tree of woe! MEGAN REF! REF, GET HIM OUT OF THE CORNER! Megan's protestations seem to fall on deaf ears, so she climbs to the apron to make herself better heard. Of course, Zack sees this and decides he who is without in should cast the first stone. Scaling to the middle turnbuckle, the World Champion wedges his foot between Landon's legs and STANDS ON HIS NUTS as he places a hand to his heart and looks into the skies. "Oh, saaaaaay, can you seeeeeeee by the dawn's early liiiiiiight What so proudly we haaaaaaiiiil'd at the twilight's last gleeeeeeaming?" With Landon squirming around underneath him trying desperately to get free, Zack finally notices the referee getting rid of Megan and climbs back down. The fans in the nation's capital show their appreciation for Zack's show of patriotism, while Maddix reaches up and covers his lower extremeties with his hands. COACH Now, even you can't condone that Michael! Zack Malibu should not be allowed to sing on national television. Next thing you know he'll be out here covering The Best Of Kelly Clarkson! COLE There's a Best Of Kelly Clarkson!? COACH ZING! Untieing Landon's feet, Malibu lets his opponent fall unceremoniously to the mat face-first, where he immediately tends to his testicles. Zack doesn't let up though, pulling Landon back up and slamming him in the centre of the ring. Off the ropes comes Malibu, dropping a big leg and covering... 1... 2... No. Zack immediately grabs a front facelock and looks to control Landon. However Landon has other ideas and climbs up to his feet, quickly going to the well-taped ribs with a punch which loosens the facelock a little. A second punch has the same effect. Which allows Maddix to bull forward, driving Zack back first into the turnbuckles! COLE That might change the tide right there! Indeed, the moment Zack hits the turnbuckles he crumbles, his hands instinctively going to his ribs as he groans in pain. Maddix squeezes his head out from under Zack and looks to stomp a mudhole in the World Champion. Unfortunately, after just one kick he favours his testicles again, forcing him to resort to a simple and very blatant choke in the corner. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Landon just breaks in time. PATRICK C'mon Landon, watch the choke wouldya! MADDIX He was singing the national anthem on my balls, ref! COACH There's something you don't hear every day. Bringing Zack out of the corner, Landon turns his drag into an irish whip when he gets near the centre of the ring. Zack hits the turnbuckles hard and collapses out of the corner holding his ribs. He falls right at Landon's feet, who sensing a breakthrough, stands over Zack and poses rather than follow-up. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" When that pose draws the predictable, negative response, Maddix drags Zack out a little and turns him over onto his back. A quick stomp keeps Zack in place, as Landon hits the ropes. And as he comes off the ropes, he leaps up, driving his feet into Malibu's gut with a double stomp. Bouncing off of The Franchise's frame, Landon comes out of the stomps with a follow-up back senton which further crushes Zack's ribs. Of course, Maddix has to take a moment to preen his hair and gloat over that fine move before he finally reaches back and hooks a leg for a cover... 1... ...which is probably why Zack kicks out even before two. COLE There'll be plenty of time for self-congratulation if Landon manages to defeat Zack. Until then, he might be best served getting down to business. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" Frustrated, Landon stands up and stomps away on Zack again before taking a brief timeout to re-allign his testicles which draws a few whistles and cat-calls. Maddix glares at the abuse before picking Zack up again. A quick forearm connects, setting Zack up. Another irish-whip sends Zack across the ring and into a corner, hitting the turnbuckles spine first. But this time Zack doesn't come rebounding out and ends up slumped in the corner. So in runs Landon looking to follow up. Only for Malibu to suddenly come to life, rushing out of the corner with a big clothesline that scythes the challenger down! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Big knockdown by Zack! But you can see, the damage has already been done to those ribs. Zack doubles over the moment he hits the clothesline, favouring the ribs as he goes back over to Landon. A quick jab greets Landon as he comes back to his feet. And a second. Maddix falls back into the corner and Zack goes back to the well... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop! Even that exertion seems to tweak at Zack's ribs though. He shakes it off enough to execute an irish whip which sends Landon into the ropes, slowly setting himself for another backdrop. A little too slowly though. Landon goes through the legs with a baseball slide and pops up behind Zack, who isn't able to manoeuver quickly enough to avoid a forearm, delivered to the small of the back! Down to a knee drops Zack, only to be pulled back up and dragged backwards into a modified Backbreaker across the knee!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Cover by Landon... 1... 2... No! As Zack sits up off the kickout, determined to show he's very much still in the fight, Landon quickly zeroes in on the ribs again. Or, more specifically the tape that's wrapped around the ribs, as he begins to claw and tear at the athletic tape! COLE Referee needs to get in there, Maddix trying to expose those injured ribs even further! COACH Why should the referee get in there? Landon's doing nothing illegal. If he wanted to strip Zack naked, besides me needing somebody to replace your unconscious ass, he'd be well within his rights to do so! Once Zack senses the tape being pulled at he quickly gets defensive, firing back elbows and trying to scuttle away on his backside. A couple of forearms to the back stop him, momentarily at least. Zack again tries to get away though so Landon improvises, wrapping his legs around Zack's body and trapping him in a bodyscissors! COLE Landon, not world-reknowned for his technical ability on the mat. But this is sound strategy. COACH Yeah, because it lets him go for the tape again! Sure enough, Landon uses his free hands to again start unravelling the athletic tape, to boos from the crowd! Zack struggles to fight it off this time. In his desperation he quickly jabs the point of his elbow into Landon's knee socket. And from there he just simply grinds the elbow into the knee, causing Maddix to start howling in pain as well, until he clubs Zack across the back a couple of times to sort him out. With a quick twist, Maddix then turns Zack over onto his back, keeping the body scissored with a pin... 1... 2... Kickout by Zack. Beating Zack to his feet, Landon lands with a quick kick to the ribs. And a second. Landon then delivers a roundhouse kick to the small of Zack's back, then pulls him up for a back suplex. When getting lifted off his feet, Malibu shifts his weight back, floating over Landon, but the tenderness of his ribcage comes into play again, and he keels over upon landing. Landon grabs him in a facelock and tries for a vertical suplex, but Zack throws a leg up to block, and reverses to a suplex of his own, snapping Landon to the canvas! COLE Zack is a great counter wrestler, but Maddix was quick to exploit the weakness of the ribs tonight. Even slight manuevers like countering that back suplex probably did him more harm than good. Zack pulls himself up, the torn tape hanging from his skin, while Landon takes an extra moment to rise. Staggered from the suplex, Landon turns around to meet with a right hand from the champion! Zack then opens fire with hard slaps across the face, in rapid fire succession, then shoves Landon backwards to the ropes! Springing back towards his foe, Maddix gets caught with an inverted atomic drop that keeps him off his game long enough to fall victim to a discus clothesline from Zack! Malibu crawls across his foe and hooks a leg, and the fans instantly urge Nick Patrick to get down and start counting! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Megan claps wildly, whooing and wowing that her man escaped defeat. Zack looks at her briefly as he pulls Landon up to his feet, but La Cucaracha reacts quickly, pulling Malibu into a hard knee! Zack doubles over, and Maddix takes him and lifts him, dropping him front suplex style on the top rope! COLE Oooh, that couldn't have felt good! COACH Ya THINK!? Malibu dangles, then drops his feet on the apron. As he leans over the top rope, Landon takes a shot, trying to knock him off the apron, but Zack blocks! Landon takes a shot with his left hand, and that one gets blocked as well! Zack drops down and fires his body through the ropes, nailing Landon in HIS ribs with a shoulderblock, then slingshots over him with a sunset flip! Landon struggles not to fall backwards, and then quickly grabs onto the top rope to stop himself from going, then drops down onto Malibu with a seated splash! COLE I'll give him credit, that was a nice counter by Maddix! Zack rolls away, and when he starts picking himself up in the corner, Landon lurks behind him, waiting for a moment to strike. Zack gets up, but Landon shoves him chest first into the turnbuckles, then drags him by the waistband of his tights towards the center of the ring, spins Zack around to come face to face with him, and then traps him in a bearhug! COACH A bearhug!? COLE It's normally a power wrestlers move, Coach, but it'll certainly have the desired effect on Zack Malibu if Landon can keep it clinched! Megan cheers her man on, ordering Landon to "make him tap", while Malibu is trapped in the hold. Zack attempts a struggle, but winces every time, showing obvious agony due to the consistency of Landon's assaults on the ribs. Zack struggles, trying to free himself, and then brings the point of his elbow into the side of Landon's head, knocking him senseless for a second! A second shot with the elbow follows, and that causes a break! Landon staggers away holding his head, giving Zack enough space to fire off his patented superkick...but Zack can barely get the leg up before he collapses AGAIN, sparing Maddix certain defeat! COLE Malibu was looking to try School's Out there, but couldn't do it. Landon Maddix, thanks to that assault by the South Central Millitia last week, has Zack Malibu in the palm of his hand. COACH So, you saying we're gonna have a new champion tonight? COLE I've never been one to doubt Zack, Coach. Not now, not ever...but he is hurting, and even Zack Malibu can only take so much! Maddix takes Zack and nails a European uppercut, then a hard chop of his own, cracking his hand against the skin on Zack's chest. *SLAP~!* "How do YOU like it?" *SLAP~!* "You like that, Zack? Huh? HUH?" *SLAP~!* Landon then takes Zack by the arm and wrenches it, keeping the wristlock held, as he steps over the arm. Landon shouts "Buenos Noches!" to the crowd as he looks to deliver the move, but as he brings his leg up, Malibu yanks his arm free and catches it, then drops down and pulls both of Landon's legs out from under him! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!" COLE I don't think that was the good night that Maddix was expecting! Maddix feels for his jaw after falling face first into the unforgiving canvas, but Malibu drops onto Landon's back, pulling his arms behind him in a full nelson and then begins RUBBING LANDON'S FACE INTO THE CANVAS! COACH No, not THE FACE~! Landon cries out in agony, and Megan runs to that side of the ring, begging Zack to stop, as Landon's facial features are smeared across the ring mat. Zack stands up and moves towards the legs now, placing a foot behind Landon's left knee as he lifts the leg up off the canvas, then stomps it back down, sandwiching the knee! Zack then takes the leg and lifts, causing Maddix to dangle for a moment before slamming the knee back to the canvas! COLE It looks like Zack is now exploiting a weakness on Landon Maddix! Landon howls, holding his knee in pain, as Zack rolls him onto his back. Malibu takes him by the legs and tries to apply a submission, but Landon kicks off, knocking Zack to the canvas! Landon scurries to the ropes on his backside, with Megan right there to talk him through it as he favors his knee. Megan's advice? "Shake it off!" Even Landon looks a little unimpressed with the advice, but he carries on, getting to his feet and circling (limping?) around his foe. Landon and Zack then tie up, with Zack dropping low immediately and pulling Landon's leg off the canvas, leaving the challenger in the prone position of hopping on one foot and begging for his life! Malibu swings Landon around, and spins himself around, nailing Maddix with a discus clothesline! Zack then mounts the shoulders and starts hammering on Landon with right hands, then hard elbow shots, with Landon desperately trying to cover up! Zack gets up and takes him by the legs, and tries rolling him into a Boston crab, but Landon quickly crawls out from Zack's grasp and rolls himself to the floor, escaping the submission once again! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Landon Maddix takes to the floor for a breather, and that is not making this crowd happy! Megan, ever-present by her man's side, races over to help him to his feet. Landon assures her he's OK, but whatever his definition of "OK" is, it's short-lived, as Malibu nails him with a baseball slide that sends him falling into the guardrail! Megan jumps back in shock, then quickly helps Landon to his feet...not noticing Zack Malibu racing to the far ropes and coming off with a tope that takes Landon, and nearly Megan, out! COACH YO~! COLE Suicide tope by Zack Malibu, and Landon Maddix is not getting the rest time he so desired! Both competitors lay in a heap on the floor, as Nick Patrick begins the count. ONE! TWO! Megan shouts "get up" at Landon, shaking his head and trying to bring him back to life. THREE! FOUR! Maddix stirs, asking Megan if she'll help him up, which she starts trying to do...finding out that the virtually dead weight of a pro wrestler is not an easy thing to budge! FIVE! SIX! Maddix braces one arm on the apron and pushes up, while Megan wraps the other one around her shoulders and pulls him up by the waist, getting him to a full standing position by the count of seven. He turns around, and *POW~!*, gets nailed with a right hand from Malibu, complete with Batman sound effect! Zack takes Landon and slams him face first into the canvas, and as Landon raises his head, Zack goes for SCHOOL'S OUT...but Landon moves, and Megan shrieks, putting her hands up to block the kick! Zack stops his foot just in time, as it was THISCLOSE from knocking her out cold...but his show of mercy doesn't prove to bring good karma his way, as Landon shoves him ribs-first into the ring apron! COACH Nice guys finish last, Zack! COLE He's not finished yet, Coach. Landon pushes Zack up onto the apron and rolls him into the ring. He turns to Megan and gives her a hug, telling her it's alright, before he gets on the apron. With Zack on the canvas, Landon slingshots in with a senton, but Zack rolls under it, back out to the apron! Landon rolls through with the move, coming up to his feet...but as Zack leaps for a springboard, Megan grabs his ankle and pulls him back to the apron! Malibu kicks her off, knocking her on her ass (which disappoints those at ringside with an up close view of it!), and can't stop Maddix from suplexing him back in...but he CAN counter it, as he lands behind Landon and grabs a rear waistlock, which means one thing... ...it's ROLLING GERMANS TIME~! Zack nails the first one to a loud pop, and struggles with Landon, but manages to bring him to his feet and nails the second one! Slowly, he rolls to his feet again, but Landon kicks his leg back, out of view from Nick Patrick, and catches Malibu low. He spins around and goes for a DDT, but Zack pulls his head out at the last second, and quickly grabs his legs, trying to tie them up, but again, Landon kicks off and scurries away! He moves to the corner, and as Zack gets up he charges in! Landon gets a boot up, but Zack catches it and throws it down...and gets an eye gouge for his troubles! Landon props himself up on the top rope and pulls Zack towards him, trapping his head as he kicks off the ropes, rotating in mid-air... ...CRASH LANDON~! Actually, it's more like CRASH LANDING, as Malibu throws Landon down to the canvas before completion of the move, and finally gets the elusive challenger trapped in a SHARPSHOOTER~! COLE He caught him! He caught him, Coach, and now he's gonna make him pay! Zack tightens his grip on the legs, arching back as much as he can. The sounds of agony from Landon Maddix are music to his ears, and Zack leans back even further, trying his damndest to get that knee to pop! "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" Landon keeps squirming, but he's nowhere near the ropes. Patrick drops to one knee, checking on Maddix's condition and asking if he wants to quit, only to be told off for his troubles! Malibu rears back again, and finally Megan Skye has had enough, entering the ring to confront Malibu! She lunges for him, but Zack breaks the hold and gets his arms up, catching her before she attacks! Megan's face goes white, as she's fearful of what Zack would do to her! Zack keeps her at bay, smirking the whole time, because when Landon goes for the tried and true "jump the face from behind while the manager is being tended to", Zack slides out of the way and shoots Megan towards Landon, causing the two of them to collide, and Zack scores with a schoolboy on the stunned challenger! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT! COLE Landon and Megan thought they had their act down pat, but if anyone has seen it and done it all, it's Zack Malibu! Megan, dazed, rolls to the floor and leans on the apron, holding her head. She likely didn't even notice her man nearly meeting defeat just seconds ago. Landon gets to his feet rather gingerly, his legs hurting him with every step he takes. He turns around, and when he does he wishes he hadn't, because Zack delivers a kick right above the knee, causing Landon's leg to buckle! Another kick, this one to the back of the knee follows, and Landon drops to one knee! Zack takes Landon and moves in for the kill, bending his leg back and lifting him for a kneebreaker...but as Zack drops Landon down, Maddix thinks fast, using the momentum to change gears and snap Zack to the canvas with a headlock takeover! Hopping to his feet, Landon grabs Malibu by the head, but Zack counters almost immediately, carrying Landon over with a Northern Lights suplex! ONE! TW-NO! Maddix locks the waist and pushes up, bringing both men to a standing position, and then lifts Zack horizontal before dropping him on his good (albeit sore) knee with a gutbuster! COACH Who ya gonna call? GUTBUSTERS! COLE Coach, anyone ever tell you you should go on Last Comic Standing? COACH No! You think I should? You think I could win? COLE Why not? With puns like that, there wouldn't be anyone left in the room with you! COACH Well ha ha HA, Mikey Cole. Malibu crawls across the canvas now, and Landon draws the fans' disapproval by hovering over Zack, taunting him with light slaps across the back of the head. Landon then sits on Zack's back and pulls his head up, trying to jab his fingers in Zack's eyes! Patrick admonishes Maddix, and Landon snaps back at the official, showing no fear of reprimand as he pulls Zack to his feet...but Zack shoves him away and then fire's off a quick SCHOOL'S OUT once again...and STILL can't connect, as Maddix is too quick for him, catching the foot! Landon then segues the missed attempt into a fireman's carry, getting Zack up on his shoulders for GO 2 SLEEP...but the weight is too much and his leg buckles again! Landon loses his grip in favor of tending to his knee, causing Zack to slide down behind his back and hit the ropes, delivering a ZACK ATTACK~! to the side of La Cucaracha's head~! COLE The shining wizard connects! Zack Malibu scores with a signature move that could save him his title here tonight! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!~! Maddix kicks out AGAIN! COACH Or NOT, Mikey Cole! Zack Malibu may have met his match in the resilience department! Zack rolls off of Maddix, laying on the canvas for a moment to get whatever type of rest time he can afford. Zack powers to his feet, fueled by the chants of his name from the capacity crowd, but he remains keeled over, favoring the ribs that have sustained more damage than they should have in the past few weeks, and certainly within the past few days. Nick Patrick notices Zack's condition and checks him over, but Zack assures him he's OK as he walks towards the ropes. With Maddix down, Zack starts climbing the turnbuckles, and the crowd reaction grows louder and louder as he climbs up each rope. Finally perched on the top, Zack steadies himself and rises to his feet, preparing to launch himself off the top...that is until Megan hops up on the apron, shaking the ropes so that Zack falls and crotches himself on the turnbuckles! COLE HEY! Get her out of there, Patrick, come on! The fans boo loudly as Megan argues with Nick Patrick, proclaiming it was an accident and she was just trying to "cheer Landon on and wake him up!" Patrick tells her to get off the apron and she listens, although the real damage has been done. Zack remains stuck in the position on the ropes, aching over what just happened to him. Maddix gets to his feet and staggers towards the corner, pulling Malibu up onto his shoulders and staggering a few steps away from the ropes. Shouting "GO TO SLEEP~!" to the crowd, Landon pushes Malibu off his shoulders, head first into his right knee! COACH Malibu just went to sleep! Landon falls back, groaning over the impact that his own knee sustained, but quickly sucks it up and crawls over to the Modern Day Warrior, hooking a leg for the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! NO! SHOULDER UP! COLE Looks like he's still awake to me, Coach! Maddix pounds on the canvas and cries foul, like any good heel would do. Patrick tells him otherwise, and Landon blows the official off, not wanting to hear his version of the story. Turning to see Zack rolled onto all fours, Landon delivers a running soccer kick to the ribs that puts Zack on his back, then drags him to center ring and drops onto him with a back senton! Zack immediately tries curling into a ball, blood coming out of his mouth for the second time this week, as Landon puts the boots to him. COLE Zack's got to be bleeding internally once again, and Landon Maddix...what's he going for now? Landon mounts Zack's shoulders, striking him with some rapid forearm shots that cause Zack to see stars! Maddix then gets off his rival and slowly steps out to the apron. He climbs the ropes even slower, and raises his arms to the crowd, mockingly looking to draw support from them. Instead he gets nothing but boos, which are music to his ears, as he cups them in mocking fashion to again taunt the audience. Landon then stands up on the top and dives off, tucking his legs in before kick them out as he soars off with a frog splash right down onto THE CANVAS~! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" COLE He moved! Zack Malibu moved out of the way out that frog splash, which would have been certain doom! Landon kicks his legs as he puts his hand to his chest. Zack uses every last bit of energy he's got in the tank and drags himself towards the ropes, using them as an aid in getting to his feet. Stumbling like a college girl at Mardi Gras, Zack focuses on the wounded former SWF World Champion. Malibu grabs Maddix, and pulls him up, but Maddix reaches up and pulls Zack down, right into a small package! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEENO! NO! Zack rolls through and brings Landon up, hooking his leg as he lifts him for a FALLING STAR DRIVER~!...but Zack has trouble getting him up, and drops Landon back to his feet! Landon reacts fast, shoving Zack to the ropes and grabbing a sleeper hold! Beads of sweat pour down Landon's face as he tries to put Malibu to sleep with yet another move, but Zack will have none of it, shifting his body to the side and drilling Landon's ribcage chock full o' elbows! Maddix breaks, and Zack goes for the ANGLE SLAM~!, but Landon squirms and falls behind him...right onto his bad wheel! Landon nearly collapses by his own doing, but instead falls to the canvas by Zack's doing, after a SCHOOL'S OUT FINALLY CONNECTS~! COLE HE GOT HIM THAT TIME! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" "Getting Away With Murder" echoes throughout the arena, mixed with the ferocious cheers of the fans, as Nick Patrick takes a weary Zack Malibu and raises his arm up high! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and STILL OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAALLLLLLLLLIBUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Megan crawls into the ring and checks on Landon, who lay motionless on the apron. After being handed his World Championship, Zack slowly makes his way to the corner and leans against it for a moment, then backs away and raises the belt over his head and salutes his fans. COLE He came here tonight injured. He was forced to cough up blood. He wrestled at less than one hundred percent, just the way Landon Maddix intended, but Maddix could still not seal the deal! Zack Malibu proved once again tonight why he is a fighting champion, overcoming all obstacles to restore credibility to the OAOAST World Championship! COACH Zacky's gotta be careful, Mikey Cole. One man, even if he's a superman like Zack Malibu, can only stand so much. Landon Maddix worked him over pretty good and he still came out on top, but what about the next guy? No one's invincible, Mikey Cole! COLE He might not be invincible, but he's still the World Heavyweight Champion! Zack Malibu, looking as mortal as one could, rolls out of the ring and is immediately met on the ramp by trainers and road agents looking to tend to him. Malibu is helped up the ramp bloodied and broken, but definitely not beaten, and most certainly STILL the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. Edited June 26, 2007 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production DIRECTED BY Tony149 WRITTEN BY Alfdogg Zack Malibu King Cucaracha Tony149 Ed Wood Caulfield Patty O'Green GRAPHICS Papacita OAOAST CREATED BY Tony149 CWM Anglesault © 2007 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
