Chuck Woolery

COLE "Well, folks, next up is the culmination of one of the most heated rivalries in the entire OAOAST -- the unsanctioned, backlot brawl between CWM and Hoff. Now this contest is not endorsed by the OAOAST. On the record books, it will never have happened. But the emotion behind this match is very real." COACH "Folks, you might want to put the kiddies to bed. This match is gonna be insane in the membrane." CABOOSE "Insane in the membrane?" COACH "Yeah, you know, like Cypress Hill. Insane...insane in the brain..." CABOOSE "A goof like you doesn't have any business calling this serious of a match. Or, any match." Caboose smiles smugly as Coach sulks. COLE "...Folks, let me explain to you just what is entailed in this contest. In just a few moments, CWM and Hoff will make their way into the back parking lot of the arena. From there, it's a good lod fashioned street fight. There are no rules, there is no referee. This isn't about winning or losing. For CWM, it's about getting revenge, and for Hoff...well, I can't imagine what must be going through Hoff's head right now." CABOOSE "You know, Hoff might be slime, even I can agree on that, but you've got to feel for him. What does he have to be thinking? CWM has metamorphosized into an animal; a raving lunatic who is hell bent on taking Hoff out, permanently." COLE "And remember what general manager Northstar said this past Thursday on HeldDOWN: if Hoff doesn't show up, he's fired." COACH "But is it worth his career? I mean, I still want that PS2 and all, but--" CABOOSE "Will you stop." COLE "--Folks, I'm getting word now that CWM has entered the parking lot, which means it's time for this match to begin. Let's take you to our cameras in the back." The fans turn their attention to the AngleTron as the cameras cut to a wide angle shot of the parking lot. A lone figure is seen pacing back and forth under the lights. The cameras zoom in to a close up of CWM, a grim look on his face. CWM "HOFF!!" The cameras pan out and we see CWM's full figure, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, wrists taped. In his right hand, he holds his tire iron, swinging it back and forth. He bangs it on the hood of a car as he paces by. CWM "Hoff! Get out here, you big son of a bitch!!" CWM stops and looks around for any sign of Hoff, but there's no one else present. CWM turns around, but as he does, the door into the building opens, and out steps Hoff. COLE "There he is!" Hoff is also clad in a t-shirt and jeans. He takes a few steps towards CWM, but the gravel under his feet attracts CWM's attention. The veteran whirls around, and his eyes widen. CABOOSE "Here we go." CWM charges at Hoff, and before the big man can react, CWM spears him back into the door he just came from! CWM climbs onto Hoff and unloads with a barrage of right hands! COLE "And CWM is out of the gate, and looking for blood!" CWM unloads a few more right hands on Hoff, then climbs off of him. Hoff is crumpled against the door, and CWM kicks him in the ribs for good measure. CWM turns around, and starts...searching the ground. COLE "What is CWM doing?" COACH "Don't you see, he's looking for his tire iron! He must have dropped it when he charged at Hoff." CWM continues to search in the low light as Hoff gets to his feet. Finally, CWM bends down and picks up his weapon of choice! A huge cheer goes up from the crowd as they watch on the AngleTron. CWM walks over to Hoff, who is still lying against the door. CWM reaches overhead and prepares to bring the iron down across Hoff's head, but Hoff quickly kicks CWM in the kneecap! CWM's knee buckles, and he drops the iron again! COLE "What a cheap shot by Hoff." CABOOSE "That's a smart move, Cole. Hoff saw an opening and went for it. CWM holds his knee in pain as Hoff gets to his feet. Hoff looks at CWM, scowls, and levels a stiff kick to the side of CWM's knee. CWM goes down with a yell of pain. Hoff stalks around CWM, who is on his hands and knees, and delivers another stiff shot to CWM's ribs. CWM collapses in a heap. Hoff stomps CWM once, twice, three times, then turns around and begins looking over the parking lot ground. COLE "Uh-oh...it looks like Hoff's looking for that tire iron!" COACH "Oh, MAN! He does not need a weapon. Although neither does CWM." Hoff searches the ground, unaware of CWM slowly collecting himself. Hoff stops suddenly, bends over, and picks up the tire iron! Hoff turns around, but CWM springs to his feet! Hoff charges but CWM catches him with a tackle to the ribs! COACH "DAYUM!" Hoff falls to the pavement as CWM hits his feet again and unloads a furious barrage of kicks and stomps on Hoff! The big man tries to cover himself, but CWM is on fire! He lays one, two, three, four, FIVE boots into the small of Hoff's back! The fans are going insane as CWM starts cursing Hoff out! CWM "You fucking son of a bitch, I'll KILL YOU!! Do you hear me?! DO YOU?!?" COLE "Whoa!!" CABOOSE "Well, it looks like Hoff may have been right about CWM leaving him for dead..." CWM bends over to yell in Hoff's ear, then picks him up by his shirt collar. CWM looks into Hoff's eyes for a second..and then throws him into a nearby car! Hoff hits the side of the car back first...and CWM follows him in with a running knee lift! Hoff crumples, but CWM picks him up and begins unloading with right hands! COACH "Now CWM's got Hoff right where he wants him!" Just then, almost if Coach is destined to be wrong, Hoff blocks a right hand and fires back with one of his own! CWM throws another, but Hoff counters again! CWM staggers back a bit, and Hoff whips him back into the car! COLE "That car is getting pretty banged up..." CABOOSE "Yeah...not to mention, you know, the WRESTLERS." CWM's back arches in pain before Hoff kicks him back into the car door. Hoff moves in, and hits CWM with a series of slow right hooks. COLE "Hoff is methodical with those big punches; he knows that CWM's ribs and back, especially, are nowhere near 100%." Hoff lands a few more hooks, then steps back as CWM doubles over in pain. Hoff charges forward with a running knee lift, but nobody home as CWM rolls to the side! Hoff SCREAMS in pain as his knee hits the car! Hoff stumbles back...and CWM catches him with a hip toss to the pavement! COACH "Nice move by CWM!" COLE "Looks like Hoff hit his head hard on that landing!" Indeed, Hoff is holding his head and rolling on the ground. CWM stands over Hoff for a second...then yells "GET UP!!"" The fans cheer wildly as CWM motions for Hoff to get to his feet. Hoff gets to one knee...then to his feet...but he's facing away from CWM! Hoff stumbles a lillte as CWM sizes him up...and plants a field goal between Hoff's legs!! COACH "OH!! That is SO not cool!" CABOOSE "A cheap shot, but it's what CWM needs to do to gain the advantage." Hoff's eyes bug out and his jaw drops as he sinks to his knees, then falls to the ground. CWM allows himself a little smirk, then picks Hoff up and hooks him in a front face lock... COLE "What's CWM gonna go for here?" ...and PLANTS Hoff with a DDT! The crowd begins to chant "C-W-M" as the man gets to his feet and stares at Hoff's barely moving form. CABOOSE "Hoff may be seriously hurt here." Hoff rolls over, and a streak of blood is visible on his forehead. Hoff sits up slightly...but is met with a diving dropkick to the face! COLE "Well maybe CWM is feeling better than we all thought!" CWM rolls to his feet, then picks Hoff up by the hair. CWM leans in and yells even more obscenities at Hoff...then points to a nearby car's window. COACH "Don't tell me he's gonna do what I think he's gonna do..." CWM, still carrying Hoff by the hair, walks over to the car, rears his arm back, and slams Hoff's head through--NO! Hoff gets his leg up and blocks the blow!! Hoff elbows CWM in the face, and CWM lets go of the hold. Hoff, seizing the opportunity, grabs CWM by the back of his head...and PUTS HIM THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW!! COACH "DAAAAAMN!!" COLE "Hoff just plastered CWM's face through the car's side window!!" CABOOSE "Well, this is what you have to do, Michale, and Hoff is getting it done." A small "holy shit" chant goes up through the crowd. Blood trickles from Hoff's forehead as he pulls CWM out of the car. He grabs CWM by his hair and yells "what's up now?!" Hoff then grabs CWM and throws him onto the top of the car! COLE "Oh no." Hoff climbs up the trunk of the car, then onto the top. CWM tries to get to his feet. His face is a bloody mess of cuts. CWM begins crawling up Hoff's legs as Hoff just stares down at the fallen hero. COLE "What is Hoff planning here..." Hoff looks at CWM for a second...then pulls him to his feet. Hoff, slowly, hooks CWM's arm around the back of his head... COACH "NO!" COLE "He wouldn't." CABOOSE "Oh yes he would..." ....and Hoff delivers a Rock Bottom to CWM on top of the car!! COLE "My God, this is sick. Sick." The car's roof collapses as CWM falls halfway into the automobile. Hoff, also dazed by the impact, shakes it off and slides off the car roof. CWM slowly rolls over...and falls off of the car and onto the pavement. Hoff looks down on CWM's fallen form for a long moment, and finally turns away to leave. COACH "So is that it?" COLE "It has to be. My God, CWM has had enough. He can barely more, and he-- "HOFF!!!!!" Hoff whirls around, dumbfounded, to see CWM dragging himself up the side of the car, and onto his feet! CABOOSE "No way...no damn way." Hoff looks absolutely horrorstruck as CWM, a bloody mess, his face and hair matted in red, pulls himself to his feet...and manages to stand ounder his own power! Hoff's jaw drops even further as another "holy shit" chant goes up from the live crowd. CWM takes a tenative step towards Hoff, then another. Hoff responds by storming back to where CWM is standing...but CWM catches him with ANOTHER blow below the belt!! The fans go wild!! CABOOSE "Come on. COME ON." COLE "Oh, like he doesn't deserve it. What guts, what raw adrenaline this man must have right now." CWM keeps screaming obscenities at Hoff while picking him up. The veteran unloads a series of right hands, and a vicious kneelift to Hoff's face! Hoff SNAPS back and hits the pavement!! COACH "Yeah baby!" The "C-W-M" chant begins again as suddenly, CWM eases off the attack...and walks away from Hoff. COLE "Wait, what is he doing?" Hoff's face drips crimson as he lies prone on the ground. CWM keeps walking, stops, bends over...and picks up his tire iron. Another cheer goes up from the crowd. CABOOSE "CWM may have just regained the advantage." CWM stalks over toward Hoff and picks him up. CWM steps back, swings...but Hoff catches his wrist, but NO! CWM kicks Hoff in the gut, pulls his arm free as Hoff hunches over...and brings the tire iron down across the back of Hoff's head!! Hoff falls like a stone as CWM hoists his weapon into the air and lets out a passionate scream!! COLE "Now, NOW CWM is in control!" Still holding onto the tire iron, CWM whips Hoff into the wall near the door Hoff originally came out of. Hoff slams hard into the wall, CWM follows him in, and lays into Hoff's midsection with the tire iron! Hoff doubles over, but CWM picks him back up and strikes him again!! Hoff slides down the wall, falling off his feet and onto his backside. CWM picks him up, measures, and swings for Hoff's head...but Hoff ducks just in time, and CWM hits the wall! CABOOSE "Ha, nice shot by CWM." Hoff ducks under CWM's outstretched arms, and catches CWM with a thumb to the eye as he turns around. Hoff grabs CWM by the hair again, and this time slams him into the arena door! CWM reels back, and Hoff opens the door hard into CWM! CWM falls to the pavement hard. COACH "Hey! They're coming in here!" Hoff picks CWM up and throws him through the open doorway and into the arena. Hoff follows him in, and throws him into the near wall. COLE "Now remember folks, Northstar said that CWM is not allowed in an OAOAST ring until cleared by the doctors...but knowing these two, they may end up out here anyway!" Hoff walks toward CWM, but CWM rises off the wall and pushes Hoff back into a stack of wooden crates against the back wall. CWM steps back and smiles. CABOOSE "What's he smiling about?" Hoff shoots CWM a confused look...and suddenly, a crate falls on his head!! COACH "HA!! That was awesome!" Hoff shouts "DAMMIT!!" as he cradles his head in his arms and falls to one knee. CWM, seizing the opportunity, grabs Hoff in a side headlock and bulldogs him onto th arena floor!! COLE "A bulldog on the floor?" CABOOSE "Hey, they do what they have to do." CWM pulls Hoff up. Hoff's head starts to gush blood a bit quicker. CWM steps back, and looks at Hoff...then whips off his shirt! COACH "Whoa, hey, what?" CWM looks at Hoff, then wipes Hoff's face with his shirt! CWM smears the blood across Hoff's face, then stuffs the shirt down his mouth! COLE "CWM is possessed. I have to believe he is not here mentally." CWM yells "TASTE YOUR BLOOD, ASSHOLE!" while shoving the shirt down Hoff's mouth, drawing a pretty big pop from the fans. CWM then tears the shirt out of Hoff's mouth. Hoff coughs a couple of times, but CWM quickly puts a stop to that with a sharp right hand. Hoff's jaw snaps back and he turns around, and CWM follows him, then grabs him by the hair and drags him down the hall. COACH "Where they headed now?" CWM stops suddenly and throws Hoff head-first through a doorway! Shrieks can immediately be heard from the inside! COLE "What the hell?" The cameras follow CWM as he walks into the room...where Jackie Gayda is clad in only a towel!! Hoff stumbles blindly towards her, drawing another shriek! COACH "T-t-t-t-t-t-TITTAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" COLE "Would you stop?" Jackie, clinging to her towel, uses her free hand to slap Hoff across the face! Hoff turns around...right into the waiting hands of CWM, who throws him out of the room and onto the floor!! CWM follows Hoff out, and bends over to pick him up, but Hoff suddenly jerks his leg up and kicks CWM directly in the grapefruits! CABOOSE "Yes. Turnabout is fair play." Hoff rises slowly, then picks CWM up. Hoff whips CWM down the hall...but yanks him back, and catches him with a short-arm clothesline! The live crowd jeers loudly as Hoff wipes the blood off of his face with his hand, and flings it down onto CWM! COLE "Uh-oh...now CWM could be back in trouble." Hoff shouts "WHO'S THE BIG MAN NOW, ASSHOLE?!" The fans are LIVID as Hoff picks CWM up and carries him down the hall and to a corner. Hoff stops, scoops CWM up...and rams his back into the corner!! COACH "Oh man, that is SICK!" CWM yells in pain, as Hoff steps back and repeats the maneuver. Hoff drops CWM then, and the veteran holds his back in writhing pain. Hoff stomps CWM once, then walks down the hall...and then back. COLE "What, did he see something?" Hoff comes back to CWM, picks him up, and yells... HOFF "You want me in the ring? Well you got it!" COLE "Are...are they coming where I think they are?" CABOOSE "You knew they were sooner or later." The fans' cheers pick up again as Hoff drags CWM down the hall, and around a bend. The cameras follow as CWM and Hoff walk past some cables, lighting equipment, a tech guy...then past some curtains and... COACH "Here we go!!" The cameras switch to a shot of the entrace ramp...but CWM and Hoff don't appear. COLE "I don't get it...they were on their way... The cameras linger on the entry way...then cut to the back, where CWM and Hoff are busy fighting...security guards!! Hoff and CWM are each slugging their way out of a horde of security! One tries to grab Hoff's arm and twist it behind his back, but the big man simply hip tosses him away! Another jumps on Hoff's back, but he snapmares the man over! Meanwhile, CWM throws fist after fist after fist to three guards! The fans roar as, for a split second, CWM and Hoff have forgotten each other and started slugging it out with security! CABOOSE "This is madness!" COACH "This is the OAOAST, baby!" COLE "I can't believe this." CWM and Hoff each manage to disable the last of their guards. The twm men turn to each other, and CWM rakes Hoff across the eyes! CWM grabs Hoff by the hair, walks between the curtains... COACH "Yes, here we go, here we go baby!" CWM hurls Hoff down the ramp! The fans SCREAM as CWM walks out of the entranceway. His face still a bloody mess, CWM takes a moment to salute the fans, who pick up a HUGE chant of "C-W-M, C-W-M!!!" COLE "These fans are electric!!" Hoff gets to his feet and heads to the ring. He leans on the apron and attempts to collect his breath, but CWM immediately catches up to him and grabs him by the hair! CWM rears back and rams Hoff's heads into the ringpost!! Hoff bounces back, and CWM catches him with an Irish Whip that sends Hoff into the ring steps!!! CABOOSE "This might be it guys, this is CWM's element! Hoff's still a rookie, and if they get in this ring it HAS to be over!" CWM roars in triumph as the fans chant his name! He picks Hoff up off of his feet...and rolls him into the ring!! COLE "This is it, there's nowhere left to go!" Hoff crawls to the corner as CWM rolls into the ring himself. Hoff climbs up, turns around...and is met with a HUGE knife edge chop! FANS "WOOOOOOOOOOO!" CWM lays a few chops into Hoff, then whips him across to the far buckle. CWM runs in after him, and catches him with a corner splash!! COLE "Great move by CWM!" Hoff falls out of the corner and to the mat. CWM picks Hoff up, grabs him from behind, hooks the grapevine and takes him down with a Russian legsweep! CWM gets up slowly, but surely, as Hoff holds his head in pain. CABOOSE "Hoff's taken a lot of hits to that big head of his, and I don't know--" Caboose is cut off by the roar of the fans as--CWM FLASHES THE POLLYCUTTER SIGN!!! COACH "AW BOO YEAH~!" COLE "The Pollycutter! if CWM hits this...well, there's no referee, but all the same this one WILL be over!!!" CWM picks Hoff up...measures the big man...hooks in the 3/4 facelock--but Hoff pushes him off!! CWM hits the ropes, comes back, and SPINEBUSTER~!!!! COLE "Wow, what a desparation move by Hoff!" CABOOSE "He may have just saved his life!" CWM lies prone after the huge spinebuster, and Hoff is also out on the canvas. COACH "Where's the 10 count?" COLE "There is no 10 count! This is simply a battle of wills!!" Both men roll around on the canvas. The fans again pick up their CWM chant...but it's to no avail as Hoff gets to his feet first! Hoff looks out across the now-booing fans...and cries out "H BOMB!!" COLE "The H-Bomb! We saw this at the Royal Rumble! If Hoff can hit this..." COACH "Isn't that the Harris Brothers' move?" COLE "Call it what you will, but I dunno if CWM can even take this right now. I mean...he could get hurt." CABOOSE "Good! Let him! He wanted this so bad, let him pay for it!" Hoff picks CWM up off the mat, and sets him up for the devastating powerbomb/spinebuster combo. Hoff grabs CWm around the midsection, lifts him up in the powerbomb position...but CWM slides off! CWm lands on his feet...and hits Hoff with a THIRD low blow!! CABOOSE "All right, enough is enough! Three low blows is totally--" COLE "Stuff it, Caboose! This is CWM doing what it takes! Thi is CWM finally getting his revenge!!" CWM grabs Hoff's head in a 3/4 facelock... COACH "This is it!!" VOICE: "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!" CWM drops Hoff and turns to the aisleway to see... COLE "Northstar?! The GM of HeldDOWN, what's he doing here?!" Northstar heads down the ramp with a mic in hand, accompanied by Charlie Hoss and another team of security guards. NORTHSTAR "No no no no NO!!" Northstar stops in front of the ring. CWM looks angrily at the HeldDOWN General Manager. NORTHSTAR "DAMMIT, man! I told you, CWM. I said you could have Hoff, as long as you kept it out of the ring. But you couldn't have that, could you? You couldn't just leave well enough alone? Well SCREW YOU, CWM! I'm not getting sued or worse because you have a death wish! Boys...get this man out of my ring." The security team enters the ring. CWM attempts to fight them off, but there's simply too many, and CWM is overwhelmed. Two men hold his arms back as another one handcuffs him. NORTHSTAR "Until further notice, sweetheart, consider yourself suspended." The fans get extremely angry at this announcement. They boo tremendously as CWM is escorted out of the ring and up the ramp. Northstar turns to watch him off, then turns back as Hoff staggers to his feet. COLE "Is Hoff even aware of what just happened?" Hoff blinks as he looks around him. His gaze finally settles on Northstar. NORTHSTAR "And you, darling...don't you forget that I just saved your ass." Northstar grins as Hoff stares at him blankly. Suddenly, Hoff walks toward Northstar, leans over the ring ropes...and spits in the General Manager's face. Northstar's jaw drops. COACH "Whoa! What is Hoff doing?" Dumbfounded, Northstar can only look on as Hoff exits the ring. As he walks by the GM, he pauses and levels an icy glare at Northstar. Then without warning, Hoff heads up the ramp and out of the entranceway. Northstar blinks twice, wipes the spit off of his cheek, and walks away. COLE "Fans, I have no idea what just happened. Northstar just threw CWM out of the building, and suspended him on top of it..." CABOOSE "Come on, Cole, CWM knew the rules and he broke them." COLE "But he wasn't in an official OAOAST match! What's the big problem?" CABOOSE "The problem is that CWm was told not to set foot in an OAOAST ring and he did anyway! He broke the rules." COLE "Well, I don't know about that. I do know that CWM was sure pissed, and I doubt this think with he and Hoff is really over." COACH "Yeah, and did you see the look Hoff gave Northstar? I don't think HE wanted the match to end, either!" CABOOSE "...Did you just actually offer insight?" COACH "Who knew?" COLE "Well fans, I guess only time will tell what will happen next in this saga, but one thing is for sure: there is a score yet to be settled."

COLE Well, we certainly can't follow that. COACH So, YO~!, here's another IntenseZone segment! "Welcome to the Jungle" plays as we head into... THE BODY SHOP WITH JESSE THE BODY VENTURA Jesse is standing in the ring, where his desk and a couple of chairs facing each other are positioned. JESSE THE BODY VENTURA Alright. Welcome the return of The Body Shop. I am your new/old host Jesse The Body, and I'm here to tell it like it is. On MY show we get answers not question dodging. The only rules are The Body's rules. Which means there are no rules. This ain't "Meet The Press," it's TBS! Our debut show -- oh, I'm pumped about it; in a matter of minutes I'm going to bring out two guys who have started a bitter feud. This is like getting the Presidents of the United States & Iran to meet. Hate meets hate. I present to you the case of T-BOD vs. ANGLESAULT: THE OFFICIAL CONTRACT SIGNING! "Simply Ravishing" JESSE T-Bod claims he attacked Anglesault for 'not helping the family' and refuses to wrestle Anglesault at AngleMania III. AS seeks revenge on the man who gave him his spot as Executive Producer of OAOAST Entertainment, at AngleMania. But today on TBS they will meet for the official contract signing. Making his way to the ring, a man I most admire for his sportsmanship. The man who could be my son if I was 20 years old. Ladies and gentlemen, he's bigger, badder, more sexy than ever, the artist formerly known as Tony The Body --T-Bod! T-Bod and Jesse extend their hands like they're going to shake, they pause and look at each other, a grin appears on both their faces as they hug -- a manly hug. JR And Jesse calls himself an 'independent'. JESSE Now, would you please welcome a man many people claim is Mr. OAOAST-- JR 'Claim'? You gotta be kiddin' me. Folks, no matter how you feel about Anglesault, he is Mr. OAOAST. This man mirrors New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner -- both are firece competitors who will do anything and everything to win. JESSE (CONT'D) ...please welcome the former two-time heavyweight champion of the World, Anglesault. The crowd roars, along with a chant of: "Anglesault!" "Anglesault! "Anglesault!" as "Dream On" plays. AS struts his way to the ring, one eye on T-Bod, the other behind his back. If anybody knowns the tricks of the trade, it's 'Sault, a master of dirty tricks and cheapshots. JESSE Gentlemen, thank you for coming on. Please, sit. T-Bod & AS take a seat, their eyes locked on to each other like a heat-seeking missles. JESSE Let's try to keep it clean. Higher ups don't wanna pay for any damage caused by you two. T-BOD Jesse, you don't have to worry about me acting up. If somebody goes nuts it won't be me. But let me advise you Anglesault, you provoke me in any way I won't be afraid to defend myself unlike others. Random comment of the week: You teenage bastards working at fast food stores, you better handle the food with care. When I'm eating a pizza, burger, etc., I better not find any form of body hair. Should I, I think I have all the right in the world to jump over the counter and beat the shit outta you. So wash your hands and wear hair nets, assholes. ANGLESAULT Tony, Tony, Tony...the only thing I'm threaten of is you actually being around by the end of this interview. You like to dose off after a few weeks, do we not? T-Bod, clearly upset, does nothing. T-BOD Jesse, I made a promise to you that I wouldn't get out of control and I won't. I'm civil. ANGLESAULT Of course you are. You fought in it. JR Wow. Just wow. AS continues to piss off T-Bod. If I didn't know any better, and I don't, I'd think AS wants to hook 'em up, like "Cowboy" Bill Watts would say. JESSE AS, this is the big boy table, if you can't act like an adult I'm going to have to ask you to leave. T-BOD That or a fist implanted in your face. AS jumps outta his seat and goes right for T-Bod. Both men are now face-to-face. Jesse leaves his desk to get in between the two. JR Man-oh-man, this is gonna get ugly. These two aren't gonna keep it civil, just let them go at it. They want it, the people want, the board of directors don't want it till AngleMania III but who gives a damn what the man wants. T-BOD When you take a shit, you know when you're ready to wipe your ass only to notice the shit is stuck on his ass cheeks like peanut butter, that's what you are 'Sault: The shit stuck to my BUTT cheeks. And pinning you at AM III will be the toilet paper wiping the shit off...then comes the flus-- *BOOM* JR To hell with that. To hell with TBS. We thought we were going to see a productive sit down interview but today's wrestlers just wanna get it on, and getting it they are. We got a brawl now! You better get out of the ring Jess. Jesse quickly leaves the ring while the fans cheer AS, who's pounding T-Bod with right hands much like T-Bod did to him two weeks ago. AS shouts, "You want fight?! Now we're fighting!" Double leg takedown by T brings AS to the mat. Both men counter a series of amatuer wrestling moves which leads to AS attempting the ANKLE LOCK but T-Bod pushes 'Sault away with his feet. T ducks a clothesline and then attempts one of his own only to see AS duck as well, leading to T-Bod getting ANGLESLAMMED on Jesse's desk, which DOESN'T BREAK! AS flips the desk onto T-Bod. The crowd is just loving this. JR What action! What action! This is the type of intense action you're gonna see March 28, live on pay-per-view at AmgleMania III. And this is the intense action you'll see every Tuesday night (God willing) on IZ. JESSE (now back at the booth) Uncalled for Jim Ross. This is all the OAOAST's fault. Its a setup. Watts planned this on the relaunched TBS just to screw me and T-Bod over. I won't stand for it. JR Then go back to politics, ya big baby. JESSE I'm gonna go back to knock you on your ass if you don't shut up farm animal molester. JR I haven't been on a farm in ages. JESSE That's because the animals placed a restrainting order on you. After going outside the ring to grab a chair, AS nails T-Bod right in the head. T goes down in a heap. The chair is placed in the center of the ring like it was just two weeks ago where we saw AS go through it. But now it's going to be T-Bod going through it. Irish whip into a Spinebus-- NO! Dan Black jumps onto the ring apron, causing AS to lose his focus, allowing a now bloody T-Bod enough time to counter it by delivering an elbow to the back of Anglesault's head. JR Why is Dan Black out here? This is no way a General Manager should act. You don't see Magic Johnson running onto the court to distract the opposing player. JESSE You wouldn't want that. But Dan Black is evaluating talent. Every GM owns it to his team and fans to ensure the talent on the field, in this case the ring, is top-notch. It's not his fault AS has a wandering eye. You wouldn't blame a fan for causing Kevin Garrett to miss a key free-throw; he should make it regardless. JR Go to Chicago and tells the fans it ain't Steve Bartmen's fault for the Cubs missing the World Series. Bartmen may be in the OAOAST for all we know. JESSE Chicago is like Boston, they blame everybody but themselves for their weak efforts. T-Bod grabs the steel chair and plasters AS in the back. On his knees AS looks Tony right in the eyes and motions his hand in a "bring it bitch!" manner. T-Bod positions himself like a baseball player standing in the box and takes a home run swing... JESSE Back, back, back, back, back...gone, Jim Ross! JR Down goes Anglesault! Down goes Anglesault! Down goes Anglesault. What a thud! What a sicking thud! Shades of A-Rod in Yankee Stadium. JESSE More like Nomar hittin' the series clinching home run at Yankee Stadium, game 7 of the American League Championship Series. JR AS won't like hearing that. JESSE AS is an A-S-S. And you know what that spells. JR AngleSault's Sister? JESSE (scoffs) One can only imagine - if they dared so - what she'd look like. George Steinbrenner's body with Jeff Weaver's face. (shutters) JR Now he really isn't going to like that. T-Bod tears off Anglesault's shirt, stuffs it into 'Sault's mouths and flips his over to his stomach. Dan takes handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffs AS, stomach first, to the bottom rope. JR Get help out here! Where's the help?! JESSE Backstage. JR Well get them out here. JESSE Who's gonna wanna help AS, huh? He's pissed off HeldDown for not renewing his contract there, and he's pissed off IZ for not signing there and help the family. You think somebody wants to help him? JR Somebody back there must have compassion. JESSE AS didn't show it to them; they won't show it to him. Tied to the bottom rope AS has no choice but to suffer the painful chairshots to his ribs at the hands of T-Bod, who along with Dan Black, is smiling at his suffering. "How do you like it, how do you like it?" sings T-Bod. JR Disgusting. Dan Black stomps on 'Sault's ribs, as T-Bod jumps off the second rope, bashing the tip of the chair into Anglesault's lower back. Then repeatedly bashes the chair against AS's back until... STEPEHN JOSEPH runs out to help AS. JR Yes! About time somebody comes to Anglesault's aid. This man deserves it for everything he's done for the OAOAST. JESSE He tried to put you outta a job during the failed aWo takeover. As a matter of fact T-Bod was one of the men fighting for your rights. Don'tcha respect the men who fought for your freedom? JR knows he can't counter that fact, so he doesn't reply. JESSE Just telling it like it is. T-Bod bolts as does Dan, but not before Stephen lands a couple of right hands on IZ's GM. T-Bod & Dan head to the back, chest sticking out, obviously proud of the job done. Security removes the handcuffs off AS and Stephen helps him up. AS wants no part of Stephen, as he pushes him away. Stephen can only look at a dizzy AS leave the ring under his own power (no help), but clearly hurting very badly. JR I know we'll hear more about this soon. Maybe as soon as this week on IZ. ANGLEMANIA III Sunday, March 28 WHERE IT ALL... IS POSTED AGAIN

Match Deleted by Stephen Joseph... A copy has been given to Tony149

COLE Here we go ladies and Gentleman......Ryan Smith’s career is on the line. ANNOUNCER The following match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. Ryan Smith’s job is on the line in this contest which is now a NO DISQUALIFICATION match! COACH What!? When did that happen? *The OU Fight Song hits as the fans erupt. Ryan Smith appears on the stage in a pair of MMA-style tights that say OU on the side. His usually neat blonde hair is everywhere as he makes his way to the ring. The fans cheer as Smith slaps some hands as he goes by.* ANNOUNCER Making his way to the ring.....from Norman Oklahoma weighing in at 232 pounds, RYAN SMITH!!!! *Smith gets into the ring with a look of quiet determination on his face. He slowly pulls out a pair of red and white fingerless gloves and slips them onto his hands as the fans cheer.* COLE He’s getting ready for a fight guys. CABOOSE He’d better be ready, Skull Mask scares even me! *Suddenly all of the lights go out in the arena. The fans sit in stunned silence. “Scarecrow Man” by the Misfits begins to play as the fans all stand up to see smoke billowing out of the entrance way as yellow and orange lights shine on it. The fans all begin to boo as Skull Mask slowly walks out of the entrance way. Skull slowly and methodically begins to head to the ring, almost looking past Smith.* ANNOUNCER And his opponent! From Mexico City weighing in at 320 pounds........SKULL MASK!!!!!! *Skull Mask climbs onto the apron and begins to step over the top rope but Smith is on him. Smith runs forward throwing his body into Skull Mask sending him spilling to the floor. Mask hits the ground like nothing happens and begins to sit up but Smith is on him. Leaping off the apron and throwing expertly placed punches to the Skull’s face.* COLE Ryan Smith getting the jump on the monster! COACH But I don’t think he’s hurting him! *The Coach proves to be right as Skull Mask stands straight up and pie faces Smith to the mats. Smith more embarassed than hurt leaps to his feet only to be met with a thunderous clothesline putting him right back on his back. Showing no emotion Skull Mask slowly lifts him off the ground by his neck and then throws him into the ring post. Smith hits the post and ricochets to the ground banging his face on the mat when he hits.* COLE That monster just shows no emotion! He could’ve killed Smith! CABOOSE Where did Damaramu dig up this guy? You know it’s things like this that make him such a great asset to the company. COLE What!? Having our starts killed!? He’s like a hitman and mob boss rolled into one! *Smith tries to stand but Skull Mask is on him grabbing him by the back of his neck and his trunks and tossing him head first into the guardrail. Smith grabs his head as the beast continues to bring his onslaught. Skull lifts Smith up over his head with a gorilla press and tosses him through the middle ropes and into the ring. Smith starts to fight to his feet but Skull Mask is already climbing over the top rope and coming in after him. Smith makes it to his feet and Mask comes in with a clothesline. Smith ducks! Smith starts to deliver a couple of punches to his ribs and then to the back of his head! Skull Mask is unphased! The crowd erupts in support! Smith with a standing dropkick! Skull is still on his feet! Smith hits the ropes and goes for a bulldog! Mask has him! Smith manages to get his arms around Skull’s head but the monster just holds on and picks Smith up in position for a backdrop driver! Smith begins to wildly punch Skull Mask in the head but he just throws Smith to the mat!* COLE Smith valiantly tries to fight back. COACH You just can’t beat this monster though! *Smith lays on the mat looking more perplexed than hurt. However he quickly feels pain as Mask comes in and stomps him in the back. Smith cries out but Skull picks him up by the head and throws him into the corner.* CABOOSE He’s just manhandling him like he’s nothing! I love it! *Skull comes into the corner and begins to deliver hard clubbing punches to Smith’s face and chest. Skull steps back and lifts one leg putting a choke with his foot on Smith. Smith fights for a second but is at the mercy of the monster. Skull steps back as Smith falls out of the corner into his waiting hands. Skull has him in a double choke! Skull’s face is still emotionless as he shakes Smith around before finally lifting him high over his head with both hands choking Ryan out!* COLE Oh come on! This isn’t even fair! *Skull tosses Smith to the mat as he lays there in pain. Skull comes up behind him and yanks him to his feet picking him up for a sidewalk slam! Skull drives Smith into the mat and then leans over for the cover.* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!KICK OUT! *Smith manages to kick out and the crowd erupts.* COLE He’s taken a pounding from this monster but he refuses to quit! *Skull still shows no emotion as he stands back to his feet and sends Smith into the ropes. Smith comes back on the rebound but goes low with a chop block to the front of Skull’s legs. Skull falls to the mat grabbing his right knee and Smith is on him. Smith comes over delivering hard stomps to the knee as Skull Mask tries to get to his feet. But Smith is still on him pulling up the leg and kicking the back of his knee. Smith drops an elbow and wraps it up trying to wrench the big man’s knee. Skull Mask reaches forward and has long enough arms to wrap them around Smith’s face and gouge at his eyes! Smith screams and continues to wrench on the knee causing Skull to release his hold and lay back on the mat. Smith finally releases the hold and waits for the beast to limp to his feet. Smith hits the ropes and comes back in with a low dropkick taking him off of his feet again.* COLE It’s the oldest strategy in the book but perhaps the best! Take the giants legs out! *Smith pulls the leg up and signals for the figure four as the fans go nuts! Smith wraps them up and lays back on the figure four! The fans erupt as Skull Mask sits up. Seemingly in pain but you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at his face. Skull Mask reaches forward and tries to grab at Smith but Smith is laying back on the mat bouncing trying to get as much pressure as possible!* COACH For the first time in this contest I think Skull Mask is in trouble! CABOOSE He’ll bounce back! *Skull’s shoulders hit the mat!* 1!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!! He sits up! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!! He sits up! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE SITS UP AND GRABS SMITH AROUND THE THROAT! *Skull now has his vice like grip around Smith’s neck causing him to release the hold. Skull Mask slowly rises to his feet on one leg favoring his right one. Smith delivers a few kicks to the knee but Skull Mask shows determination by weathering the blows and pushing Smith backwards through the ropes. Smith hits the mats on the outside as Skull Mask comes over the top rope and after him. Skull grabs Smith by the back of the head and sends him into the ring post! Smith lays on the mat for a second and then tries to stand as blood begins to drip from his face. Smith turns around into a Skull Mask big boot! The fans all wince in pain as the smack is heard throughout the arena. However Skull can’t put any weight on his bum leg and hits the mat’s beside Smith.* COLE Both men down on the outside! Smith really did a number on that knee! *Smith begins to stand as Skull Mask does to. Skull lumbers over but Smith shows to be quicker on the draw and quickly drops down with a drop toe hold that drops Skull right into the ring post! The fans erupt as Smith stands to his feet. Suddenly the fans are booing as DAMARAMU appears running to the ring! Smith doesn’t notice him as he stands over Skull Mask who is slumped face first into the ring post and begins to ram his face into the post. Damaramu runs around the corner of the ring and spears Smith right off of Skull Mask!* COLE Now it’s become 2 on 1! He could barely take Mask on his own! *Damaramu begins to punch the fallen Smith as the fans go crazy in anger! Damaramu pulls Smith up and sends him into the ring. Skull Mask rises to his feet and Damaramu grabs a chair as the big man comes in after Smith. Damaramu signals with a cut across his throat for Mask to end it! The fans all stand in unison as Skull pulls Dama down into position for the helicopter powerbomb! Skull Mask lifts Smith up and quickly spins around with enough force to propel a helicopter and drives Smith into the mat! Skull goes for the cover!* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!SMITH GETS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! *The fans go absolutely nuts as Damaramu loses his composure and pulls out the chair! Dama yells at Skull Mask to step aside and wildly runs in with the chair to Smith who is standing up against the ropes! Dama’s wildness proves to be his undoing as Smith ducks sending Damaramu over the top rope! He drops the chair in the ring and the bloody Smith is quick on the draw! Scooping the chair up and jabbing it into the ribs of Skull Mask who was coming in!* COLE Smith is coming back! COACH The roof is about to blow off of this place! *Smith steps back and like a baseball bat swings the chair into the top of the bent over Skull Mask’s head! Skull falls to the mat as Smith goes for the cover!* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!!SKULL MASK KICKS OUT! COLE How did he survive that blow! *Smith looks like he’s about to explode and the fans all sit back in confusion and boo. Smith pulls Skull up and around hooking him in position for the Dragon Suplex! The fans are going crazy.......NO! DAMA IS BACK IN THE RING! HE HAS THE CHAIR! BAM!!!!! SMITH IS NAILED IN THE BACK!* COLE That bastard! Smith had this thing won! *Damaramu delivers another hard chair shot to the back of the fallen Ryan Smith! Skull Mask steps back a few steps as Damaramu pulls Smith to his feet and begins to punch him in the face. Dama slaps Smith and then kicks him hard in the gut..........DDT! Smith is spiked! Damaramu yells for Skull to finish him off again!* COLE Come on! Do we really need to see another Helicopter Bomb!? COACH Dama wants it.......and he always gets what he wants! *Just as Smith is put into position the fans erupt! CHARLIE HOSS IS BACK FOR REVENGE! The fans go crazy as the chief of security races to the ring!* COLE IT’S CHARLIE HOSS! HE’S BACK AND HE’S PISSED AT DAMARAMU!!!!!!! CABOOSE THIS IS NONE OF HIS BUSINESS! COACH He’s the chief of security! And one man’s job security is at stake! *Hoss leaps into the ring and runs right into Damaramu taking him to the mat. Hoss begins to deliver wild punches to the fallen Damaramu! Hoss gets back to his feet and lifts Dama up off the mat and quickly takes him back down with a clothesline! Skull Mask sees this and shoves Smith to the mat! The fans erupt as the two giants meet in the middle of the ring for the first time! Suddenly both begin to punch one another. Lefts and rights going back and forth as the two big men collide! Hoss gets the better of Skull Mask but Damaramu jumps up and wraps himself around Charlie’s legs preventing him from moving! As Dama holds Charlie there Skull Mask runs in with a big boot sending the chief of security to the mat! The wind is taken out of the fans sails again as Charlie is out!* COLE Dammit! You can’t stop either one of them! *The fans go nuts suddenly!* COACH LOOK AT SMITH! HE’S GOT THE CHAIR! *Ryan Smith is back on his feet and he’s pissed! Damaramu turns around into about the hardest chair shot ever to the face! The chair dents as it cracks against Dama’s skull putting him down and out! The fans are now on there feet going nuts as the roof threatens to fly off! Skull Mask spins around and Smith delivers an even harder shot to his face bending the chair! SKULL MASK IS STILL ON HIS FEET! SMITH STEPS BACK AND RAPID FIRES TWO SHOTS TO SKULL MASK’S FACE! HE’S STILL ON HIS FEET! SMITH HITS THE ROPES AND COMES BACK WITH A RUNNING SHOT! SKULL IS DOWN! THE FANS ARE ON THERE FEET! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YES!YES!YES! *The fans go absolutely fucking nuts as the OU Fight Song hits over the arena’s speakers!* COLE HE DID IT! HE DID IT! HE’S BACK! ANNOUNCER The winner of this match and now with a spot back on the Helddown roster.......RYAN SMITH!!!!!!!!!!!! *The fans go nuts as Smith stands up to celebrate. Charlie Hoss comes up and lifts Smith’s hand high over his head!* COLE He was having trouble with Skull Mask! He won the advantage and Damaramu came out and swung it back to Skull Mask! Smith had to face both men but with the aide of Charlie Hoss he beat the odds! Ryan Smith is BACK! *Smith and Hoss both exit the ring as Damaramu with blood trickling down the front of his face stands and stares straight at Ryan Smith. Smith stops at the top of the ramp and both men stare one another in the eyes with fire burning in both. Damaramu slowly mouths the words “Anglemania” and Smith nods his head in agreement.* COLE Did he just say what I thought he did!? Folks this has just begun!!!!

Cue: “Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains COLE And here comes the X Champ! ANNOUNCER The Following Contest is an Eight Man Classic Elimination Match! Introducing Team Firm! First, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifteen Pounds, He is the OAOAST X Division Champion of the WOORRRRRRRLLLLLDDDDDD, A! J! FLLLAIIIIIRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE!!!! COLE Classic Elimination Match coming up, and guys, a few scores to be settled here! CABOOSE You’re not wrong Michael, both teams have severe issues with one another, and they will all come to a head tonight at Zero Hour! AJ Flaire finally makes his way out to ringside, X Division Championship shining around his waist. He walks up the ring steps and steps gingerly into the ring. COLE Now there’s a story. AJ Flaire’s back still has not recovered from that Ladder Match two weeks ago, even with all this rest! Cue: State Prop (You Know Us) The pyro goes off and the fans ERUPT as the 24/7 Champion, PANTHER, appears at the entrance ramp and greets the packed crowd in attendance. ANNOUNCER From Philadelphia Pennsylvania, weighing One Hundred Ninety Eight Pounds, He is the OAOAST Twenty Four Seven Champion… PAAAAAANNNNNTHERRRRR!! He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, before starting to talk at AJ Flaire. COLE The Firm already going over strategy here, and they will need to get the early advantage, because of AJ’s back. Panther is, from what I am told, at One Hundred Percent Health at this point in time, and he told me earlier today that he was looking forward to getting his hands on Axel and Gunner Sharps! COACH AJ’s gotta have his mind on the Super X Cup as well as this match though Michael, he finds out tonight just who he will be facing at AngleMania Three! CABOOSE That’s right Cole, AJ’s been the X Division Champion for over three months now, and has gone through some great title defenses, including the X Invitational and the I Quit match against Mad Matt last month at Anglepalooza. Cue: "Oh Hell Yeah" by H-Blocx ANNOUNCER From Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing Two Hundred and Fifty Pounds, PETERRRRRRRRRRRR KNNNNNIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTT!! PK comes down to ringside to a nice return pop, and greets his fellow team mates in the ring, a serious look on his face. COLE Now we haven’t seen PK for a few weeks’ guys, he’s been off resting his injuries, and taking time away from wrestling. He is though, looking forward to getting to Axel and Gunner tonight as well, because we all know the Axel-PK rivalry that started way back when Axel first joined Totally Endorsed. CABOOSE Some people say that Peter Knight has Axel’s number at times, beating him at Bloody Battered and Beaten and everything in between. But I believe tonight that he will finally get what he deserves. Cue: "Kick Start my Heart" by Motley Crue The crowd again POPS as The Leader of the Firm, K MONEY, struts cockily out to the ring. He oozes confidence, and as he struts through the ropes and into the ring, a loud ‘MON-EY, MON-EY’ chant breaks out amongst the fans around the arena. COLE This man will lead his troops into battle against four guys that have no limits to what they will do to win. ANNOUNCER And the CAPTAIN of Team Firm, from Hollywood, California, weighing Two Hundred Pounds even, THIS IS. KAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! CABOOSE K Money better hope that his team is completely focused tonight, because I know that Team Torture is. COLE Team Torture? I can’t think of a more appropriate name for those guys. Cue: “TNT” by AC/DC ANNOUNCER And their opponents, TEAM TORTURE! First, at a total combined weight of Three Hundred and Eighty Eight Pounds; they are the OAOAST Tag Team Champions of the WOORRRRRRRLLLLLDDDDDDDD, Tyler Bridges and TJ Burns, TEEEEEEEEEE-ENNNNNNNNNNN-TEEEEEEEEE!!! Cue: “The Game” by Disturbed ANNOUNCER And their partners, at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Ninety Pounds, two of the most feared men in the OAOAST, GUNNER SHARPS and the CAPTAIN of Team Torture, AAAAAAAXXXXXEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! *DING DING DING* Peter Knight and Tyler Bridges start off the match, as their partners go to their respective corners. The two men lock up, with PK having the leverage advantage and applying the side headlock. Tyler pushes PK into the ropes, and PK comes straight off with a hard shoulder block, knocking Tyler Bridges down. COLE Peter Knight has the strength and height advantage, but I think Tyler is faster. PK runs to the ropes, Tyler gets up quickly, leapfrog by Tyler, PK comes off the other side, but Tyler is waiting, and he takes PK down with a hiptoss! Tyler picks PK up and hooks in a front face lock, and he takes PK over with a Snap Suplex! Cover by Tyler, but only a one count. COACH The technical skills of Tyler Bridges on display here, PK had better utilise his power soon! Tyler grabs PK again and this time hooks his waist, before taking him over, this time for a northern lights suplex! One… Two… Kickout by Peter Knight. COLE Tyler Bridges in firm control and TJ might be tagged in here. TJ Burns calls for the tag, and gets it as Tyler grabs PK by the hair. TJ comes into the ring and gives PK a straight kick to the midsection, before spring boarding off the middle rope and connecting with a kick to the head of Peter Knight. TJ springboards off the ropes again, and this time hits a lionsault! COLE Beautiful rotation by TJ Burns, not like Hayabusa! CABOOSE Don’t you knock my man Hayabusa! One… Two… Kickout by Peter Knight, again at 2. TJ grabs PK and pushes him over to the Team Torture corner, before tagging in Tyler Bridges yet again. Tyler starts chopping away at the chest of Peter Knight, before landing stiff kicks to the midsection. COLE Axel and Gunner are quite content to let TNT do all the early beating here, and I think that’s good strategy. CABOOSE Of course it is Michael! Axel wants to be fresh so he can take out AJ Flaire and K Money, and Panther, and… hey, Axel as issues with everyone on the opposing team, doesn’t he? COACH He isn’t a popular man amongst The Firm members, ‘Boose. Tyler brings PK over to the middle of the ropes and Irish Whips him across. Tyler goes for a clothesline, but PK ducks under and comes off the other side! Tyler tries a back elbow the second time and PK again ducks under, and puts on the breaks! Boot to the midsection by Peter Knight, hooks Tyler up, and hits an STO! COACH PK may have turned the tables here if he can make a tag! COLE Great STO there by Peter Knight, but he has to make this tag! Peter Knight crawls over to the Firm’s corner as Tyler pulls himself up with help from the ropes. PK lunges forward… …and tags in K Money! COLE K Money is in for the first time in this match up! Money EXPLODES out of the corner with a hard clothesline! Tyler is up quickly, but Money just hits a Jumping Wheel Kick! K Money covers! One… Twoooooo… No! Tyler kicks out at 2! Money quickly grabs Tyler by the hair, and takes him over to the Firm’s corner, before tagging in Panther, the 24/7 Champ. Panther does like his teammates and goes straight to work on Tyler Bridges. Panther hooks Tyler up, and hits a T-Bone Suplex, taking Tyler down, flat on his back! Panther points to the top rope, and starts to ascend the turnbuckles! COLE Panther going for some high risk! CABOOSE He had better be careful! Panther gets to the top rope, and TJ Burns tries to come into the ring, causing the referee to stop him and take his eyes off Panther! Axel comes over to the ropes, and shoves Panther down to the floor below, with Panthers head bouncing off the steel barricade! COACH That was a sickening thud! CABOOSE Yeah! Go Axel! Axel grabs Panther and throws him into the ring as Tyler Bridges recovers! Tyler goes for a cover, hooking the leg and the arm of Panther… One… Twooooooooo… No! Panther just gets a shoulder up! COLE How close was that! Axel having an early impact on this match! Tyler Bridges signals for the end, and waits for Panther to get up! Panther staggers to his feet, and Tyler tries to apply the Full Nelson! CAOCH Going for the London Bridge! Tyler tries to get the Full Nelson locked in, but Panther lands an elbow to the head! Tyler staggers back, and runs at Panther, Panther ducks and gets Tyler on his shoulders! Panther spins him around, and plants Tyler with The Deep End! COLE The Deep End by Panther! That Samoan Drives just planted Tyler Bridges! Panther dives over to AJ Flaire and tags him in! AJ goes straight to the top rope, and dives off… EXTRA SPECIAL! COACH Twisting Four Fifty! ONE… TWOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEE!!! COLE YES! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, TYLER BRIDGES has been ELIMINATED! COACH AJ Flaire eliminated Tyler Bridges with that Extra Special! Great move by AJ Flaire to eliminate Tyler! TJ Burns comes straight into the ring as AJ Flaire is getting up, runs at the ropes, springboards off the second, and hits a beautiful clothesline! CABOOSE Great move by the ever-impressing TJ Burns! AJ gets to his knees, and TJ comes off the ropes, hitting a front dropkick right to the face of AJ Flaire! Cover by TJ Burns! One… No! AJ Flaire kicks out before the referee can even count to two! TJ grabs AJ and brings him over to the Firm’s corner, bouncing his head off the top turnbuckle for good measure, before tagging in The Dark One, Axel! COLE Axel into this match for the very first time! Axel grabs AJ Flaire and hooks in a front face lock, before suplexing him high into the air! Axel leaves AJ in the air, letting the blood rush to his head! COACH Show of strength from Axel. Axel finally drops AJ down to the mat, head first for a brainbuster! Axel gets up and comes off the ropes, before dropping a HUGE elbow. Cover by Axel on AJ Flaire. One… Twooo… No! AJ kicks out just after two. Axel throws AJ into the corner and connects with a number of blows to the head and kicks to the midsection, before bringing AJ out to the middle of the ring. Axel lifts AJ up by the hair, and hooks his head. Axel does a half-crucifix pose, and then drops AJ head first for an Evenflow DDT! Cover again! One… Twooooo… No! AJ Flaire kicks out again! COLE Axel firmly in control of AJ Flaire, hitting high impact moves that are wearing the X Champion down. AJ slowly gets up again, and is met by the ‘Dark One’. Axel grabs AJ again, and picks him up for a Sidewalk Slam! Axel brings AJ down over his knee, delivering a devastating backbreaker to the already injured lower back of AJ Flaire! CABOOSE Great psychology by Axel, working on that already injured lower back. Axel lifts AJ up again and continues to connect with hard right hands. Irish whip by Axel, AJ comes off the ropes, Axel goes for a Harlem Sidekick, but AJ ducks under! AJ comes off the other side and hits a Crossbody! COVER! One… No! Axel kicks out quickly! AJ rolls over to his corner and tags in Peter Knight straight away! COLE PK has a score to settle! He gets his chance now! Peter Knight comes into the ring, and measures Axel. Axel turns around, and PK lands solid right hands to the temple of Axel, each one eliciting a pop from the crowd, and each one sending Axel staggering backwards! Axel finally can’t go back anymore, and is backed up against the ropes! COACH Peter Knight is beating the holy hell out of Axel! PK grabs the left arm of Axle and Irish Whips him toward to ropes, Axel comes off the ropes, and PK sends him flying over with a BAAAAAAAAACK Body Drop! COLE Peter Knight is settling the score! PK comes off the ropes, but is met by a blow to the back of the head by TJ Burns! PK staggers, before turning around and NAILING TJ in the head, before talking some trash, to a huge pop from the fans! COACH TJ got what he deserved! PK finishes talking trash to TJ and turns around… …only to run into a Harlem side kick from Axel! CABOOSE Haha! Peter Knight was too busy running his mouth to notice that Axel was up again! Axel walks over to his corner slowly, holding his back, before tagging in Gunner Sharps! COLE The big man is in! Gunner grabs PK and scoops him up, before slamming him on his back, hard. Gunner comes off the ropes, and hits a BIG Splash! COLE All three hundred and Fifty pounds on the prone anatomy of Peter Knight! One… Twoooooo… NO! PK kicks out! Gunner lifts PK up and puts him between his legs, all the while taunting The Firm! COLE Gunner Sharps talking trash! Gunner lifts PK over his shoulder… All Guns Blazing, launching Peter Knight across the ring! COLE What power! ONE… TWOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEE!! COACH And Gunner Sharps evens the score! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, PETER KNIGHT has been ELIMINATED! CABOOSE An amazing show of strength by Gunner Sharps, throwing Peter Knight halfway across the ring for that All Guns Blazing, that Over-the-shoulder Powerbomb! Gunner goes over and tags in TJ Burns, while K Money comes in from the other side. TJ runs at K Money again, but K Money ducks under, and waits for TJ to turn around! Money hooks TJ’s head and runs up the turnbuckles! SLICED BREAD NUMBER THREE BY K MONEY! COLE Might be a quick response by The Firm! Money tags in AJ Flaire, who steps into the ring and waits for TJ Burns to get up! TJ turns around, and AJ gets a kick to the midsection! COACH Here we go! AJ Flaire puts TJ Burns between his legs, and lifts him up for a Piledriver! AJ Flaire hits THAT’S PHENOMENAL on TJ Burns! Cover by AJ! ONE… TWOOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! COACH Team Torture is down a man again! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, TJ BURNS has been ELIMINATED! COLE AJ Flaire hit That’s Phenomenal to eliminate the other half of the tag team champions, TNT! Gunner Sharps points at AJ Flaire as AJ challenges him to come into the ring! CABOOSE Tazz is wrong on a regular basis, but I can honestly say: Here Comes the Pain! Gunner steps over the top rope with ease, and AJ Flaire runs at the huge Enforcer. Gunner puts up his left leg, and floors AJ with a big boot! COLE What impact! Gunner grabs AJ with both hands and literally THROWS him across the ring, to the corner of the Firm, challenging K Money to fight him! COACH He wants to take The Firm apart one by one! K Money tags AJ Flaire as AJ is staggering to his feet, and steps into the ring. Money charges at Gunner, but Gunner grabs Money by the throat in his left hand! Gunner hoists K Money up in a Gorilla Press, and turns around to talk trash to the rest of the members of the Firm! COLE What an amazing power display by Gunner Sharps! This is amazing! COACH Money is giving up an amazing Hundred and Fifty Pounds to this monster of a man, and Gunner is showing the weight difference here! Gunner tries to drop K Money down for a Spinebuster to complete the Tortured Soul Slam, but on the way down K Money counters and hits a DDT, sending Gunner’s Head crashing into the mat! COACH What a counter by Panther! CABOOSE Gunner took way too much time taunting The Firm there; he should have planted Money and THEN taunted his stable mates. K Money uses all his strength to roll Gunner over, and then goes for a Cover! One… TwNO! Gunner powers out before the referee can count two, throwing K Money halfway across the ring! CABOOSE Again, phenomenal power shown by Gunner Sharps! Gunner gets to his feet as K Money tags in Panther. Panther charges at Gunner and tries to hit a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Gunner catches him in mid air! Gunner grabs Panther by the throat, and turns it into a devastating Chokeslam! COLE What a Chokeslam! How do you keep this man down! CABOOSE Only the best can do it Michael, only the best. Gunner grabs the fallen Panther with two arms by the throat, and pulls him up to his feet! Gunner then hoists him up into a Gorilla Press, just like he did with Panther! Gunner drops Panther down quickly, and hits the Tortured Soul Slam! Cover by Gunner Sharps! COLE This could be over! One… Twoooooo… NO! Panther just gets a shoulder up! Axel leaves the apron and goes over to the timekeepers table, telling the ring announcer to get the hell out of his way. COLE What in the hell is Axel doing? Meanwhile, Gunner grabs Panther and gives him a strong Irish Whip. Gunner goes for a big boot, but Panther ducks under! Gunner turns around, and Panther hits a PANTHER CUTTER! COACH PANTHER CUTTER!!!! PANTHER HAS GUNNER HERE! COLE Panther might have Gunner here… Wait a minute! Axel has the 24/7 Championship belt! Axel grabs Panthers belt and tries it on around his waist, and Panther sees him out of the corner of his eye, with Gunner still down! AJ Flaire tries to enter the ring, but the referee stops him and holds him back, diverting his attention! COLE Keep your eyes on the job ref! Panther sticks his head out of the ring to send Axel a special greeting with his middle finger! Axel laughs, turns his back to Panther, grabs the belt, and in one quick motion he turns around, and waffles Panther right in the forehead! CABOOSE What a shot by Axel! COACH Panther is reeling, and Gunner is up! Panther turns around, dazed, with Gunner waiting! Gunner charges like a Rhino possessed, and hits a MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR on the 24/7 Champion! Gunner gets the cover! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO… COACH Not like this! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! CABOOSE Yeah! That’s what you get when you mess with Axel and Gunner! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, PANTHER has been ELIMINATED! COLE Now that’s not right! Axel hit Panther square in the forehead with the 24/7 Title belt, and Gunner Sharps hit that Sharp End spear to eliminate Panther. We are down to four men! AJ Flaire goes straight up to the top rope, and measures Gunner! Gunner gets up to one knee, but AJ comes off the top and hits Elegance, knocking him straight back down! COLE Great move there by AJ Flaire to knock Gunner Sharps down! COACH AJ took advantage of the fact that Gunner Sharps was on the ground after pinning Panther, and I can’t say that I blame him! AJ ascends the turnbuckles yet again, and comes off with another EXTRA SPECIAL! COLE Another Twisting Four Fifty by AJ Flaire! The Firm is keeping Gunner Sharps down! AJ runs over and tags in K Money, who also goes to the top rope! Money comes off the ropes, and hits a picture perfect Moonsault onto Gunner Sharps! CABOOSE Let him get to his feet! COLE Why? Why should they? Money grabs Gunners legs, and desperately tries to turn him over for the Bounced Check! COLE Money going for the Bounced Check! Can he turn Gunner over?? Money tries to turn Gunner one way, but he won’t go! Money tries to go back to the other side… …and TURNS GUNNER OVER! COACH Yes! The Bounced Check locked in! That Elevated Crab locked in! Gunner Sharps tries to make it over to the ropes, and he inches closer! CABOOSE He’s too strong for Money; he’s going to make it to the ropes! Suddenly, AJ runs into the ring, and knocks Axel off the apron! CABOOSE What a cheap shot! COLE What, just like Axel with the 24/7 title earlier? AJ runs over to Gunner Sharps, and applies the Fujiwar Armbar! COACH Double submission! Now Gunner can’t get to the ropes! Gunner Sharps tries desperately to get out of the painful submission holds but he can’t! Gunner raises his arm… CABOOSE This isn’t legal! Get AJ out of there! …AND HE TAPS OUT! COLE YES! CABOOSE NO! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, GUNNER SHARPS has been ELIMINATED! COACH The beast was slain by K Money and AJ Flaire! Great double team submission move to eliminate the Three Hundred and Fifty pounder- Wait a minute! Gunner Sharps gets up, grabs AJ Flaire by the hair, and launches him out of the ring! K Money comes from behind with a double axe handle, but Gunner just shrugs it off, and grabs K Money by the throat! COLE He’s got him by the throat! Gunner lifts K Money high into the air, and plants him down with a vicious Chokeslam! COLE Dammit ref, get him out of the ring! He can’t do that! Gunner grabs K Money and puts him between his legs, before telling Axel to go up top! COACH Oh no, we’ve seen this before guys! Gunner lifts Money up for a Powerbomb, as Axel stands on the top rope! Gunner hoists Money higher, and Axel comes off the ropes, catching Money and taking him down for a Spinebuster! CABOOSE They simply call that move: Evil. Axel gets the cover! ONE… TWOOOOOOOO… COACH Kickout Money! Kickout! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! COLE Dammit no! ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, K MONEY has been ELIMINATED! COLE And we are down to two! Gunner Sharps absolutely destroyed K Money after he was eliminated, and then Axel and Gunner hit that absolutely devastating double team move aptly named EVIL! Axel and AJ Flaire remain in the ring, and both want this win badly! Axel and AJ Flaire both stand in the ring, facing each other. The atmosphere in the arena is electric, as they know that this one could go either way. Axel and AJ step into the centre of the ring, and square off. Axel steps back, and then delivers a blistering right hand! AJ comes back with one of his own! The two men exchange hard rights, and Axel gets the advantage! Irish whip by Axel, AJ comes off the ropes and hits a Spinning Heel Kick, taking Axel down! Axel is up quickly, and the two men stand in fighting stance again. COLE Both of these men at a stalemate early on. Axel walks up to AJ, and AJ steps back, and hits a hard chop to the chest of Axel, that echoes throughout the arena! COACH Whoo! What a hard knife edged chop! Axel comes back with a chop of his own! Both men exchange chops just like they did right hands a second ago, and this time it’s AJ with the advantage! AJ tries the Irish whip, but Axel reverses! AJ comes off the ropes, and Axel hits a Spinebuster! CABOOSE Yeah! Here comes the Axel Grinder! Axel grabs AJ’s left leg, and turns him over to lock in the Elevated Single Leg Crab! COLE Can AJ get through the pain? AJ’s got to get to the ropes! AJ starts to crawl toward the ropes, and gets to within arms reach, but Axel just pulls AJ back into the centre of the ring! CABOOSE Yes! AJ’s going to tap! AJ lifts his arm as if to tap, but instead he crawls along to the other ring ropes! AJ lunges forward… …and gets to the ropes!!! COLE AJ just got there! Axel’s gotta break the hold! Axel breaks the hold, and then goes over the other side of the ring, playing to the crowd and doing the crucifix pose, to which the crowd replies with heavy boos. COACH I don’t think Axel is too popular around here. Axel turns back around to AJ Flaire, who is just at hit feet. Axel runs at AJ, but AJ catches Axel’s left arm and applies the Fujiwar Armbar! COLE Both men exchanging submission holds! Will Axel tap out? Axel is in immense pain as he reaches for the bottom rope! AJ wrenches Axel’s arm back even further, eliciting a cry of pain from Axel! CABOOSE Come on Axel! Get to the ropes! Axel shouts in pain and he makes one last gasp effort for the bottom rope… …and he gets it!! CABOOSE Go Axel! Break the hold AJ, break the hold! AJ breaks the hold, and signals to the crowd for the end! COLE AJ might be looking for That’s Phenomenal here! AJ measures Axel, and Axel turns around! Boot to the midsection by AJ, AJ tries to lift Axel up for That’s Phenomenal, but AJ can’t get him up! Axel blocks A twice, and then gives him a low blow! COACH Blatant cheating by Axel! Axel grabs AJ’s legs, and lifts him over for a back body drop! AJ gets up quickly, and runs toward the ropes! COLE What’s AJ going for? AJ goes for a clothesline, but Axel ducks under! Axel picks AJ up on his shoulders, for a Reverse Death Valley! COLE Uh oh, we know what’s coming! Axel drives AJ Flaire down with an AXEL SLAM! COVER BY AXEL ON AJ! ONE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! CABOOSE YES! YESS!!! *DING DING DING* Cue: “The Game” by Disturbed ANNOUNCER Here is your winner, and Sole Survivor, AXXXXXXELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! CABOOSE YEAH! Axel has done it! He is the Sole Survivor of this match! He beat the X Division Champion! He beat K Money! COLE Axel has won this match up! I can’t believe this! Axel celebrates in the middle of the ring as Gunner Sharps comes down to join him. Axel does the crucifix pose, while the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. Gunner raises Axel’s hand, as he blows a kiss into the camera and says ‘That one’s for you, Crystal.’ COLE Oh, come on! Blowing a kiss at Crystal! Axel is just asking for a beating, and one day, he is going to get it! CABOOSE Axel said that he was going to win tonight, he told Crystal last week on Held Down. He was right! He outlasted everyone in the ring, he had a hand in Panthers elimination, and he pinned K Money and AJ Flaire! Axel was the difference in this match up! COACH But you have to give K Money and AJ Flaire credit. They fought through this whole match, AJ pinning both of the Tag Team Champions, and K Money pinning Gunner Sharps. Remember this though, Panther was screwed by Axel! COLE Well we know that there will be repercussions this week on HeldDown! I’m sure Panther, for one, will have some scores to settle with Axel and Gunner, not to mention K Money and AJ Flaire! CABOOSE Say what you want guys, but the bottom line is, Axel is the sole survivor in this match, and he had to pin the X Division Champion, as well as K Money, to do it! COLE What else is going to happen tonight, at Zero Hour?

COLE Well, the Super X Cup has been awesome so far.. CABOOSE ... but, OAOAST regulations require we put on an IntenseZone match. So, ladies and gentlemen, here's JR and Jesse! ::A trumpet blares. The planet Earth is shown. The camera zooms in on the United States. The camera zooms in on Detroit, Michigan. The camera does a bird’s-eye view of the CGI Detroit before zooming in on the Pontiac Silverdome. The camera zooms into the inside of the domed stadium. “Fight” plays as spotlights circle the Silverdome. A close-up is shown of the CGI ring. Finally, there is a shot at the top of the CGI Silverdome. Fireworks explode from the ring, and spotlights shine on the OaOasT AngleMania III logo. The OaOasT AngleMania III logo stands in the center of the ring as spotlights shine on it. A small ticker is placed underneath the logo. All together it saids “OAOAST ANGLEMANIA III 28 DAYS AWAY.” Fireworks explode again as “Fight” stops playing.:: ::Cut back to the announcer’s table with Jim “J.R.” Ross and Jesse “The Body” Ventura.:: JR: Fans, that is right. In 28 days, less than a month from now, you will bare witness to what is without a doubt, the single greatest event in OaOasT, and most likely, professional wrestling history, OaOasT AngleMania III. Jesse Ventura: That’s right, Jim Ross. Wrestling fans talk about what is the greatest wrestling show of all-time. WWF WrestleMania III in front of 74,000 fans witnessing Hulk Hogan take on Andre The Giant for the WWF Title. NWA Great American Bash 1989 featuring Ric Flair take on Ricky Steamboat for the NWA Heavyweight Championship. WWF WrestleMania X-Seven in front of 60,000 plus watching Stone Cold Steve Austin win the WWF Title from The Rock. But this event, in my humble opinion, will surpassed them all and be an event that many wrestling fans will remember for a long, long time. JR: We are going to be live from the Pontiac Silverdome in Pontiac, Detroit, Michigan. March 28th at 7:00 p.m. Live only on pay-per-view! It is an event that is three years in the making. The One And Only AngleSault Thread will bring you its greatest event ever. And speaking of AngleMania III, coming up next is the contract signing for one of the most anticipated matches coming up at AngleMania III. For the Puerto Rican Championship, Puerto Rican Lightning, who as we saw earlier tonight, was eliminated from the Super X Cup Tournament by Sly “The Sly” Sommers from HeldDOWN, will take on The Mad Cappa, his arch-rival, and if The Mad Cappa loses, then Cappa must retire from wrestling forever. Jesse: I tell ya, JR, AngleMania III will have some incredible and anticipated matches, the House of Mirrors Match between Stephen Joseph and Dan Black, the X Division Championship Match, we may also see a Battle of the Giants Match between Gibraltar and Brock Auustin. My main man T-Bod will take on the owner of the OaOasT Anglesault. And don’t forget, we still don’t know whom Calvin Szechstein, our noble OaOasT Heavyweight Champion will be facing, as he won the Royal Rumble himself last month. But without a doubt, one of the most anticipated matches on the card is the PRL/Mad Cappa Puerto Rican Championship Match, and I, for one, look forward to seeing PRL retire that punk Mad CRAPPA in the biggest stage of them all. Mad Cappa is going to be embarrassed in front of 74,000+ in the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan on March 28th and I cannot wait! JR: This all came about this past Tuesday on IntenseZone. The Mad Cappa had defeated Colombian Heat in The Lightning Crew Gauntlet the previous week, and was demanding to know when he would have his one-on-one match against Puerto Rican Lightning. PRL came out and said that that match would not happen, and let’s just say Cappa was not pleased… ::The Zero Hour: Night of the X logo flashes by on the screen. The IntenseZone logo flashes by on the screen. Cut to last Tuesday on IntenseZone. A caption reads “INTENSEZONE LAST TUESDAY”:: ::The OaOasT Zero Hour: Night of the X logo flashes by on the screen. The IntenseZone logo flashes by on the screen. The camera does a pan of the crowd and then cuts back to Jim Ross and Jesse “The Body” Ventura.:: JR: And so it will happen at AngleMania III. One-On-One. Finally. For the Puerto Rican Championship. Career vs. Title Match. This is without a doubt, the most important match in these two men’s lives. A match one year in the making. The Mad Cappa vs. Puerto Rican Lightning for the Puerto Rican Championship. And now, it is time to make that match official. We are now going to go to the ring for the contract signing between these two superstars. Let’s now take it to “Mean” Gene Okuerland in the ring. Jesse: How were we able to get Mean Gene? JR: Let’s now take it to “Mean” Gene Okuerland in the ring. Jesse: You didn’t answer my question— ::The camera cuts to the ring where “Mean” Gene Okuerland is standing. The ring has been covered with a red carpet. A large table is set in the center of the ring with two seats at opposite corners. A suitcase lies on the table. Donald Trump is standing behind Mean Gene. The crowd cheers for the appearance of the WWF/E interviewer. Okuerland begins to speak.:: “Mean” Gene Okuerland: All right, thank you JR, Jesse. Alright, fans, on Sunday, March 28, 2004, history will be made as the One And Only AngleSault Thread proudly presents it’s third annual AngleMania spectacular. It is going to be a five-hour card full of exciting matches. Grudges will be settled. Legends will be made. Heroes will be born. And careers and lives will change forever. And one of that show’s matches had already been made and tonight, in front of all these fans, at Zero Hour: Night of the X, the two competitors will meet face to face and sign the contract for their epic encounter at AngleMania III. The Mad Cappa… ::Crowd POPS~!:: Mean Gene: Will take on Puerto Rican Lightning… ::Crowd BOOS~!:: Mean Gene: In a one-on-one match for the Puerto Rican Championship. And should The Mad Cappa lose this match, then he will be forced to retire from professional wrestling. ::BOOS:: JR: It’s in the stipulations. It was the only way PRL would go ahead with the match. Jesse: And it was a very smart idea from PRL. If Mad Cappa wants to get his hands on PRL so much, then he must put his career on the line. JR: Cappa is making a huge sacrifice in accepting this match. Jesse: And if he loses, then he asked for it. “Mean” Gene Okuerland: Now, originally IntenseZone General Manager “Ice Heart” Dan Black and “Big Poppa Popick” Stephen Joseph were suppose to join me for this contract signing, but they are recuperating from their Artic Freezer Match earlier tonight. So instead, joining me to preside over this contract signing is OaOasT Co-Owner, “The Donald” Donald Trump! ::The crowd applauds Donald Trump. Trump waves to the crowd and smiles and then shakes hands with Mean Gene. A small “DON-ALD” chant starts up.:: JR: He was revealed this past Tuesday on IntenseZone to be the co-owner. Jesse: And then he had the nerve to fire Tony “The Body” from OaOasT Corporate! JR: I think his name is T-Bod, Jes. Jesse: His name doesn’t matter. OaOasT Corporate screwed him and now he must face Anglesault at AngleMania III. All Anglesault had to do was sign with IntenseZone and none of this would happened! “Mean” Gene Okuerland: And now, here are the wrestlers who will compete for the Puerto Rican Championship at AngleMania III. First, from San Juan, Puerto Rico. ::The crowd boos.:: “Mean” Gene Okuerland: Weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the Puerto Rican Champion, PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! ::A deep slow voiced man saids "LIGHTNING CREW." A lightning bolt hits the stage and "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Boyds begins playing. The crowd boos loudly as smoke fills the entrance. PRL arrives and sneers at the crowd. He walks to the ring, wearing a black Lightning Crew t-shirt, baseball cap backwards, blue baggy jeans, and his wrestling boots, with the Puerto Rican Championship belt over his left shoulder. He walks to the ring and sneers at the crowd. He enters and does the HBK pose while pyro goes off behind him. He poses on the turnbuckle and flips the crowd off.:: Jesse: Here is the champion! The very man who will end The Mad Cappa's career on March 28th! JR: How can you be so sure? Cappa has alot of heart. He can win at AngleMania III. Jesse: Cappa is in no way able to compete with The REAL Great One. ::PRL stands in the ring with his Puerto Rican Championship belt over his left shoulder. The crowd boos loudly but begin cheering knowing who is coming out next. PRL sneers at the camera and trash talks to a couple of fans. The fans chant “YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!” JR: The fans making reference to Puerto Rican Lightning tapping out to the Cravate-Crossface earlier tonight against Sly “The Sly” Sommers. Jesse: He may have tapped out fair and square, but he put up a hell of a fight. Something that The Mad Cappa will NOT do at AngleMania when PRL wipes the floor with him. “Mean” Gene Okuerland: And his AngleMania III opponent. From Anacostia, Washington, D.C. ::The crowd pops. PRL sneers.:: “Mean” Gene: Weighing in at 185 lbs. He is a Revolution Cup Finalist. The Mad One. The MAD CAPPA!!! ::The opening trumpet blare brings the fans to their feet. "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool starts playing. Spotlights circle the arena, as some fans dance and chant "GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!" A spotlight shines in the entrance where Cappa's back is turned. He dances and then smiles at the crowd. He walks to the ring slapping hands with the fans along the way. Cappa circles the ring slapping hands with the fans at ringside.:: JR: The Mad Cappa is still popular with the fans! Jesse: I can't believe this fool is actually popular. It's disgusting. JR: PRL is disgusting. Not Mad Cappa. Jesse: That's ridicolous and you know it! ::The Mad Cappa gets into the ring and engages in a staredown with Puerto Rican Lightning. The crowd is still hyper as the two men trash talk each other. They have to be held back by Donald Trump, who is having trouble doing so. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” and “YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!” while “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool continues playing.:: JR: It looks like they’re ready to get it on right now! Jesse: PRL should just take out Mad Cappa now and get it over with! JR: Will you stop? The Donald is having trouble keeping these two men apart. Jesse: He should just let them go at it. Save us 28 days of wait. ::The crowd is going wild. Trump finally is able to hold PRL and Cappa back. The two however, continue staring at each other. Okuerland: All right, keep things civil gentlemen. You’ll have your chance on March 28th. Jesse: Let them go at it! Let them at it! ::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool stops playing. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL sneers at the crowd, while Cappa smiles.:: Donald Trump: Now if you could please, gentlemen, take your seats. And we can get this contract signing underway. ::The crowd is buzzing, as Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa take their seats. They stare at each other, as Donald Trump unlocks the suitcase and takes out a piece of paper, the contract, and a pen, and places the items on the table.:: JR: Look at those two. They are not taking their eyes off of each other. Jesse: What can you expect? PRL and The Mad Cappa absolutely detest each other. The very sight of each other makes them want to vomit. They hate each other more than they hate anybody else. At AngleMania III, this feud they’ve had could end because Cappa could retire if Tha Puerto Rican is able to beat him. JR: “Able?” Are you starting to doubt that PRL can win? Jesse: Oh, PRL will win. Without question. PRL will wipe the floor with CRAPPA on March 28th. Donald Trump: Now, here is the contract for the Puerto Rican Championship Match at OaOasT AngleMania III on March 28, 2004. The Mad Cappa, if you would, sign the contract first. ::Donald Trump passes the contract over to The Mad Cappa. Cappa signs the contract and then goes back to staring Puerto Rican Lightning. Trump checks the contract and then passes the contract and pen over to PRL.:: Trump: And now, Puerto Rican Lightning, if you would, please sign the contract to make this match official. ::PRL signs the contract and then curses Mad Cappa under his breath. He passes the contract to Donald Trump and then continues staring at Mad Cappa. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Cappa sneers Lightning. Trump looks at the contract and then speaks.:: Donald Trump: Thank you, men. The contract is signed. The match is official. ::The crowd pops.:: Trump: On March 28, 2004, from the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan, for the Puerto Rican Championship, the Champion, Puerto Rican Lightning along with The Lightning Crew, defends his Title against the challenger, The Mad Cappa. And if The Mad Cappa loses this match, then he must retire from the sport of professional wrestling. ::Puerto Rican Lightning and The Mad Cappa stand up from their chairs and engage in a staredown in the center of the ring. PRL sneers as cameras flash and the crowd cheers. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chants are heard throughout the arena.:: JR: These two are bound to explode at any moment. Jesse: I tell ya, Jim Ross, March 28th, will be the greatest day in PRL’s career. He will finally get rid of that thorn on his side, The Mad CRAPPA, and then can move on with his life. He’s been wanting to do this for a year now, and it will finally happen at AngleMania III. I am looking forward to this. JR: The Mad Cappa has been wanting to get back at PRL for crushing his larynx, and nearly ending his career. But if he does lose, his career will be over, so Cappa is fightning for more than just revenge on March 28th. “Mean” Gene Okuerland: All right, gentlemen, the contract has been signed, the match is official. The Mad Cappa vs. Puerto Rican Lightning for the Puerto Rican Championship and if The Mad Cappa loses, then he must retire. Gentlemen, do you have any last words? The Mad Cappa: Puerto Rican Lightning, you nearly took my career away once. I will NOT let you take it away this time. Sunday, March 28th, Pontiac Silverdome, Detroit, Michigan, get ready, cuz I’m coming to fight! You talk the talk, but you can’t walk the walk, and deep, deep down you know, in that black heart of yours, that you CAN’T BEAT ME! You have been running away for a year now, but at AngleMania III, you will get what is coming to you. You will get exactly what you deserve. I will never, NEVER forgive you for what you did. At AngleMania, not only will I take your precious Puerto Rican Championship belt, but I will also LEAVE YOU BLOODY!!! If you think that you will end my career, think again, because, Puerto Rican LOSER, remember, PAYBACKS…ARE…HELL!!! ::The crowd cheers loudly. They chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as PRL gulps and shakes nervously. Cappa continues staring PRL down as PRL gains a few moments to compose himself.:: JR: Powerful words from The Mad Cappa. Jesse: This is just talk, JR. Cappa has no shot against PRL. Not a chance in hell. Not a chance in Heaven, Hell, In the World, NO CHANCE in the universe in beating Puerto Rican Lightning. Nothing at all. JR: Give me a break. ::PRL and Cappa staredown.:: “Mean” Gene Okuerland: PRL. Do you have anything in response to that? Puerto Rican Lightning: PAYBACKS ARE HELL? I’M GOING TO GET WHAT I DESERVE? Do you seriously think that you can beat me? I’m going to have to answer that with a resounding “HELL NO!” Cappa, you’re not as bad as I thought you were, but you’re not good either. You are just some bum that is riding a wave of luck, but you know what, at AngleMania III, your luck runs out. If there’s any event more appropriate to see your retirement, it’s AngleMania III. I will kick your ass from one side of the Pontiac Silverdome to the other. I am SO much better than you that it is silly. I will put you back on a hospital bed on March 28th, which is where you belong you son-of-a-bitch. And you know what? Now, that I think about it. Maybe our match at AngleMania could be in jeopardy. Maybe this match will somehow, someway not happen. ::The crowd becomes hyper as PRL continues speaking.:: PRL (with a sadistic smile.): Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know. I…I just—just get a feeling. An inkling. Call it a sixth sense if you will. A feeling in my gut, my stomach, that just, I get a feeling that (PRL’s smile fades into a cold, sadistic frown): You’re not going to make it to AngleMania! JR: OH MY GAWD~! ::Colombian Heat clotheslines the back of The Mad Cappa. The crowd boos loudly as PRL and Colombian Heat beat down on Mad Cappa with kicks.:: “Mean” Gene Okuerland: OH MY! That’s it! I’m getting out of here! Donald Trump: Whoa! Security! Security! Get out here! JR: Mad Cappa was pearl harbored from behind by Colombian Heat and now is being beat on by these two. ::”Mean” Gene Okuerland and Donald Trump exit the ring as PRL and Colombian Heat beat on Cappa. The two Lightning Crew members pick up Cappa as the crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Suddenly, the crowd becomes hyper as The Mad Cappa starts to fight back. He nails Lightning and Heat with lefts and rights.:: JR: And now Cappa is fightning back! ::Cappa knocks heads with PRL and Heat, not noticing the crowd’s boos as Vitamin X runs into the ring with the stun taser. Cappa beats on Puerto Rican Lightning, when suddenly, Vitamin X runs to Cappa and puts the stun taser on his back. TMC screams and crumbles to the mat.:: JR: AND THAT DAMN TASER! THAT DAMN TASER HAS JUST BEEN USED ONCE AGAIN ON THE MAD CAPPA! Jesse: I think we are getting the AngleMania III match early! And with the same result! JR: The Mad Cappa is recovering from that taser shot, but this has given The LC the advantage. ::The crowd boos The Lightning Crew loudly and throw garbage into the ring as PRL, Colombian Heat, and Vitamin X lay into Mad Cappa with boots. Cappa screams and holds his back as PRL puts his boot to Cappa’s throat, making him gasp for air. Cuban Wall, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, Thomas Rodriguez, and Spanish Fly run into the ring and join in on the beatdown. Mr. Boricua and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez follow with Boricua joining the beatdown. The crowd continues booing loudly as The Mad Cappa gets beatdown by The Lightning Crew 8-to-1. Donald Trump meanwhile is calling for security.:: JR: The numbers game has affected The Mad Cappa and now he is getting beaten up by The Lightning Crew! Jesse: Finally! Everytime The Lightning Crew has tried to beat Mad Cappa, he has always gotten the advantage. Well now it is time for The Lightning Crew to get THEIR payback! HA! HA! HA! JR: WILL SOMEBODY COME OUT HERE AND STOP THIS? ::The Lightning Crew all stand back and taunt The Mad Cappa, who is breathing heavily and crawling around the ring. PRL kicks Cappa in the gut and then spits in his face. Security runs into the ring, but are held off by The Lightning Crew. Meanwhile, Colombian Heat grabs the suitcase that is still on the table and waits for The Mad Cappa to get up. The LC laugh and then when Cappa gets up, Colombian Heat smashes the suitcase across the back of Cappa’s head opening up the back of his head. The crowd boos very loudly and continues throwing garbage in the ring as blood oozes out from the back of Cappa’s head. He struggles to get up, shaky from the taser shot, but The Lightning Crew continues beating on Mad Cappa. Security tries to run into the ring, but are beaten by The LC. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” but Cappa is still on the mat.:: JR: THE LIGHTNING CREW. FIGHTNING OFF SECURITY! THEY ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THE MAD CAPPA! Jesse: Just like on May 27, 2003. The night The Mad Cappa got his larynx crushed by Puerto Rican Lightning! This is great! Once again, The Mad Cappa is getting beaten up by The Lightning Crew for injecting himself into The Lightning Crew’s business! This is wonderful! I love this! JR: THE DAMN LIGHTNING CREW IS LAYING INTO THE MAD CAPPA! CAPPA IS BLEEDING FROM THE BACK! CAPPA IS BUSTED OPEN! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! AND IT LOOKS LIKE THEY AREN’T DONE YET!!! ::PRL and Vitamin X grab the chairs from the table and wait for him to get up. PRL smashes a chair over Mad Cappa’s head. The crowd groans and then boos. TMC gets down on his knees, and is met by another chair shot from Vitamin X to more boos. Cappa falls to the mat, unconscious, and bleeding from his forehead. PRL and X pose with the chairs and are met with loud boos. PRL spits at the crowd and sneers, he laughs evilly and then tells Mr. Boricua to pick up The Mad Cappa. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Boricua picks up Cappa and clutches his right hand over Cappa’s throat. The crowd boos loudly.:: JR: Oh no! Don’t tell me! He’s not going to do this! No! Not like this! Oh Gawd! No! ::Mr. Boricua lifts up Mad Cappa and chokeslams him through the table to loud boos. TMC lies in the wreckage of the table, bleeding profusely, unconscious. The Lightning Crew taunts Mad Cappa and laugh evilly. They high five each other.:: JR: THE MAD CAPPA IS LYING ON THE MAT, BLEEDING PROFUSELY! HE MUST BE IN SERIOUS PAIN! HE IS BLEEDING! HE HAS JUST BEEN SENT THROUGH A TABLE! THIS IS JUST HORRIBLE! Jesse: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THIS IS GREAT! THE MAD CAPPA HAS JUST BEEN ANILIHATED BY THE LIGHTNING CREW! I LOVE THIS! PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING HAS JUST SOFTENED UP THE MAD CAPPA FOR ANGLEMANIA! JR: WILL THE MAD CAPPA EVEN BE READY TO COMPETE FOR ANGLEMANIA IS WHAT I’M WONDERING! Jesse: IF HE IS NOT ABLE TO COMPETE, EVEN BETTER! JR: IT LOOKS LIKE THIS ISN’T OVER! NOW COME ON! THIS IS NOT RIGHT! NOT RIGHT AT ALL! COME ON! HE’S HAD ENOUGH! HE’S HAD ENOUGH! ::The crowd continues booing loudly and chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL tells the crowd to “SHUT UP!” and then picks Cappa up and gives him the P.R. Nightmare.:: JR: P.R. NIGHTMARE ON THE MAD CAPPA! ::The crowd throws garbage into the ring, as Colombian Heat heads to the top rope. Heat leaps off with Straight From Da Street, which connects, on Cappa. Heat then grabs Mad Cappa and kicks him in the gut. He gets behind him and grabs his arms, lifting him up and flipping him in the air. He spins around and brings him down with the Colombian Necktie.:: JR: BAWD GAWD~! THE COLOMBIAN NECKTIE HAS BEEN HIT BY COLOMBIAN HEAT! I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING! Jesse: I have no problem with what I’m seeing. ::Colombian Heat laughs evilly and poses. He throws gangsta signs and then grabs his testicles and sneers. He spits at the crowd as Spanish Fly picks up the bleeding Mad Cappa and places him on the top rope. The crowd boos and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Garbage continues getting thrown in the ring as Spanish Fly gets in front of Cappa, grabs his arms, and leaps off the top rope with Cappa behind him, causing Cappa’s head to hit the mat. The Fly Swatter. The Lightning Crew cheer him on and slap hands with Spanish Fly, as Fly sneers at Mad Cappa, who is lying face down on the mat. Blood has covered the back of his head and has gone down the back of his shirt. The crowd continues booing as Vitamin X begs PRL for a chance to beat Cappa. PRL allows Vitamin X to pick up Mad Cappa. X kicks Cappa in the gut, heads to the ropes, jumps off the ropes, and hits Mad Cappa with a springboard DDT, X-Marks-The-Spot. X then heads to the top rope…and comes down with a flying elbow drop. X curses Mad Cappa out and spits in his face. PRL laughs evilly as X applies the Lethal Injection screaming. Cappa is knocked out and does not tap out.:: Jesse: AND THAT’S WHAT HE GETS FOR BEATING THE MAD CAPPA AND GIVING HIM A TASER SHOT! JR: This is just a brutal beatdown! A brutal beatdown! I have never seen something so horrific in my life! This is just terrible. Cappa’s blood has stained the mat. He is unconscious. Jesse: This is all done just to soften Cappa up for their match at AngleMania III. JR: Is this match even going to happen? ::Mr. Boricua picks up the dizzy, dazed, and bleeding Mad Cappa and powerbombs Cappa. Cuban Wall picks up Cappa and slaps his face. Cappa wakes up, his face covered in red. His shirt stained in blood. He is bleeding front and back, and Cuban Wall trash talks him and spits in his face. He lifts Mad Cappa up and places him over his right shoulder. Wall yells out and drops Mad Cappa down with a backbreaker completing the Wallbreaker. PRL laughs evilly as Mr. Boricua lifts up Cappa for the Lightning Crew Bomb. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez then picks up Cappa and gives him the Lindsay-Curanna. She then picks him up again and gives him the Latin Bitch Jam (Bulldog). Puerto Rican Lightning orders PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member to pick up The Mad Cappa. PROTOTYPE yells and does so.:: JR: This is just so brutal. I cannot believe what I’m seeing. I—I—have no words for this. I’m speechless. Utterly, utterly speechless. I—I—I can’t believe this. I CAN’T SPEAK THROUGH THIS! Jesse: You do that. I’m going to sit back and relax and watch The Mad Cappa get his ass kick. ::PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member picks up the dazed, confused, bleeding Mad Cappa and places him in front of him. He lifts him up in a pump handle slam position. He then puts him up for a Powerbomb, and brings him down with a sitdown Powerbomb for the PROTO-PLEX. PRL applauds him and then orders him to continue. PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member yells, snorts, and growls and then picks up Mad Cappa once again and places The Mad Cappa back first over his shoulders. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PROTOTYPE walks around the ring with Mad Cappa on his shoulders and then does the PERFECT Finishing Move on Mad Cappa causing Cappa’s face to once again hit the mat. The Mad Cappa lies on the mat, covered in blood from head to toe. His face, his shirt is blood stained. The Lightning Crew surround The Mad Cappa and laugh evilly. They spit in his face as garbage is thrown into the ring. PRL, Colombian Heat, and Vitamin X hold The Mad Cappa in place and talk to Cuban Wall. They all laugh evilly and taunt The Mad Cappa as Cuban Wall heads to the ropes, leaps over Cappa, bounces off the other ropes and splashes The Mad Cappa completing The Lightning Crew Splash. The crowd groans and then boos as Mad Cappa screams. Wall laughs as PRL picks up Cappa and gives him another P.R. Nightmare. PRL, X, and Heat pick up Cappa and hold him up for Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. The crowd continues booing the loudest they booed for PRL. Lindsay smiles evilly and kisses Mad Cappa, then slaps him in the face. The crowd chants “SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!” as Thomas Rodriguez beats on Cappa. PRL picks up Mad Cappa and flips the crowd off. He jaws with the fans and then kicks The Mad Cappa in the gut and delivers a P.R. Nightmare on The Mad Cappa.:: JR: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SEEN! THAT WAS JUST BRUTAL! THAT WAS HORRIBLE! WHAT A PAINFUL EVENT WE JUST SAW! THE LIGHTNING CREW HAS BEATEN THE HOLY HELL OUT OF THE MAD CAPPA ONCE AGAIN, AND INFACT THIS BEATING WAS MORE VIOLENT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE! Jesse: THE LIGHTNING CREW HAVE PAID BACK THE MAD CRAPPA FOR ALL THOSE TIMES PRL HAS BEATEN THEM! THAT WAS FOR THE LIGHTNING CREW GAUNTLET! THAT WAS FOR ALL OF THAT! PLUS MORE! THE LIGHTNING CREW HAS JUST LAID THAT CRAPPA TO WASTE! WHAT A GREAT MOMENT IN LIGHTNING CREW HISTORY! IN OAOAST HISTORY!!! ::Puerto Rican Lightning poses and then gives the crowd the “UP YOURS!” sign. He sneers and then spits at The Mad Cappa. He slaps him in the face and rubs his blood across his chest. PRL picks up Cappa again and takes blood from his face and paints it on his face. He slaps him again and grabs the Puerto Rican Championship belt and raises it for the crowd to see. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL ignores the chants and laughs evilly. He trash talks the fans and then rips The Mad Cappa’s shirt off. He places it over his right shoulder and then tells Colombian Heat to go underneath the ring. Colombian Heat obliges as garbage continues being thrown into the ring.:: JR: Now what are they doing? Jesse: I haven’t the slightest idea what, but whatever it is, it doesn’t look good for The Mad Cappa. JR: Colombian Heat is now searching underneath the ring for something. He found a toolbox. What would he do with a toolbox? Jesse: I think I know what? Remember the nWo? JR: Oh no. You don’t mean. ::The Lightning Crew all pose and jaw with the fans in the ring with The Mad Cappa lying on the mat in the center. Colombian Heat smiles evilly and enters the ring with the toolbox. He opens it up to reveal two spray-paint cans in it. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS!” as Colombian Heat grabs one of the spray-paint cans and shakes it. The crowd boos even louder as Colombian Heat smiles evilly and hands the spray-paint can over to PRL. He laughs as Colombian Heat, Vitamin X, and Thomas Rodriguez hold Cappa in place.:: Jesse: The Lightning Crew are going to brand The Mad Cappa! JR (disgusted): This is making me sick. How dare The Lightning Crew go so low! Jesse: I love this, Jim Ross! ::Tha Puerto Rican spray-paints “LC 4-LIFE” and “PRL” in black on The Mad Cappa’s body.:: Jesse: And now, the icing on the cake! :.R. kicks Cappa in the stomach causing him to roll over. The crowd boos loudly as P.R. puts the spray-paint can away and grabs the other spray-paint can. Tha Puerto Rican shakes the can and spray-paints a yellow line across The Mad Cappa’s back. He then spray-paints “COWARD” on Cappa’s back and “CAPPA SUX” and “LOSER” on Cappa’s back. He spits in Cappa’s face and then poses with the Puerto Rican Championship belt. The crowd boos loudly. PRL sneers at the crowd and jaws with them. The Lightning Crew pose in the ring with The Mad Cappa behind them, face-first on the mat, breathing heavily, unconscious, and bleeding profusely. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds starts playing in the arena as The Lightning Crew pose in the ring with garbage being thrown in their direction.:: JR: THOSE NO GOOD BASTARDS!!! THEY COULD HAVE JUST CAUSED THE MAD CAPPA HIS CAREER!!! DAMN YOU PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! BAWD GAWD DAMN YOU PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! DAMN YOU P.R.!!! DAMN YOU!!! Jesse: EASY J.R.! EASY!!! THEY JUST SOFTENED THE MAD CAPPA UP FOR THE ANGLEMANIA III MATCH!!! JR: BUT IS THAT MATCH EVEN GOING TO TAKE PLACE? WHAT HAS JUST HAPPENED MAY HAVE JUST JEOPARDIZED THAT MATCH!!! Jesse: Hey! If it gets The Mad Cappa off PRL’s back, then everything’s okay. JR: AW, KISS MY ASS JESS! THA PUERTO RICAN SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE! THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH HAS JUST ATTACKED THE MAD CAPPA AND BRUTALLY ATTACKED HIM ONCE AGAIN! I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! THAT WAS GROTUEQSUE! THAT WAS BLOODIED! THAT WAS BRUTAL! I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW! THAT WAS TERRIBLE! ::The camera cuts to The Mad Cappa lying on the mat. Bloodied and spray-painted. The crowd boos loudly as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds continues playing. Garbage is thrown in the ring and The Lightning Crew pose in the ring with Puerto Rican Lightning in the center with the Puerto Rican Championship belt. PRL grabs the contract and then grabs the pen and stabs Mad Cappa repeatedly with the pen. He then uses the pen to soak in Cappa’s blood from his head and then signs the contract again with Mad Cappa’s blood. He drops Cappa’s head on the mat and sneers.:: JR: What a sick, sick man! A sick man! Jesse: He maybe a sick man, but he may have just prevented his match against Mad Cappa at AngleMania III. JR: Is Cappa even able to compete? Will he be ready to fight in time for OaOasT AngleMania III?! Jesse: Hopefully not. JR: HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL? THAT DAMN PRL HAS JUST COMMITTED A BRUTAL CRIME! THAT EVIL BASTARD HAS JUST DONE SOMETHING WRETCHED!!! DAMN HIM!!! DAMN YOU PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! DAMN YOUR SOUL TO HELL!!! The Lightning Crew pose in the ring with Mad Cappa lying on the mat. Puerto Rican Lightning is in the center of the ring posing with the Puerto Rican Championship belt. He smiles and laughs evilly along with The Lightning Crew as we cut to a shot of a group of backstage workers are dragging a huge industrial freezer down to ringside, as the crowd looks on, not knowing what to expect. JR Would you look at the size of that thing, Jess? JESSE That's what my wife always says, Jim Ross! JR Can you be serious here? That freezer is huge, and one of these men is going to get locked in it! JESSE Hey, both guys know what they're in for. This isn't going to be a picnic, Jim Ross. JR Well fans, you all know the history between these two men, and at Anglemania III they will meet in a final match to end this bloody war. But here tonight, there's a chance they won't even make it to 'Mania. The Adrenalin Title is on the line, let's go over to Gary Michael Cappetta. GMC Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the OAOAST Adrenalin Title! To win the match, the opponent must be thrown into the Freezer and the door locked securely- and there is NO disqualification! Introducing first... "Aww Naww" hits up, and the arena rises to greet the former BPP, OAOAST originator Stephen J. GMC From Atlanta Georgia, weighing 225lbs....here is STEEEEPHEN JOOOOOOOOOOSEPH! Stephen walks down to the ring without any fuss, stepping through the ropes and stretching out, wearing white trunks and matching boots. JR Stephen has a chance to wear that Adrenalin Title, which has already developed a strong history, Jess- SpiderPoet and Dan Black had two wars over that belt, and now here comes another one! JESSE That title is important, Jim Ross, and it'll be added sweetness for SJ to strip that belt away from Dan. SJ's music cuts out, to be replaced by the grinding riff of Smashing Pumpkins' "Quiet". Floods of black smoke pour from the entranceway, and bright bursts of white pyro explode amongst it. Eventually Dan Black strides through the storm to collosal boos from the hostile crowd. GMC Aaaand his opponent, from London England, weighing 237lbs...he is the reigning and defending Adrenalin Champion...."Ice Heart" Daaaaaaan BLACK! Dan pauses to turn and flip off every side of the building, before walking down to ringside. Clad in long black trenchcoat, with black shades, Dan has the title belt slung over his left shoulder. Black pauses next to the freezer, touches it's lid to feel the cold and nods approvingly. Dan removes his shades and coat, and hands the belt to a ringside official. Stephen paces back and forth in the ring, waiting for Dan to step in, but Black remains next to the freezer. The referee for this match stands at the ropes and shouts at Dan to enter. Dan grabs the lid and with an effort pushes it up and over, leaving the freezer hanging open. Dan looks inside and a strange expression appears. JR What? What the hell is in there, BAH GAWD?! The camera pans around- and the bottom and walls of the freezer are covered in glass- a mirror! JR It's all mirrors down there! This must be Stephen Joseph's idea- at Anglemania these men meet in a House of Mirrors match! JESSE Whoever get's locked in that freezer is going to have to come face to face with himself, Jim Ross! I've been informed that the light in this freezer is very special, and it will NOT go out when the door is closed! There's a sick look on Dan's face, and he suddenly slides into the ring and charges at SJ! Stephen meets him head on, and the two men begin to exchange forearms in the middle of the squared circle! The crowd heats up as the two show no signs of stopping! Standing toe to toe, arms swinging, bone cracking into bone, eyes set, jaws clenched! At last, SJ rocks Dan back, and swings him around with an Irish whip to the ropes. Black bounces back and SJ drops in front of him, tripping Dan to the mat with a drop toe hold. From there Stephen scoots into a side headlock on the mat, but Dan is standing and draws SJ up with him. Black tenses and runs forward, pushing SJ off to the ropes. Stephen rebounds as Black stands, and SJ solidly shoulderblocks Dan down to the mat. JR These men know each other very well, both in and out of the ring. It's going to be had to spring any surprises here. JESSE You're right Jim Ross- it won't be a surprise that wins this match, it'll be which ever man is prepared to put their body and soul on the line to do it! Black scrambles back up, but Stephen is on him quickly, pushing him back into the corner and- CHOP! Stephen lashes Dan's pectorals with a stinging knife edge! The crowd WOOOO!s its approval! CHOP! Dan's face contorts in pain as he clutches his hand to his chest, but SJ pushes his arm away and- CHOP! A third cutting blow- but Dan reaches out and rakes the eyes of Stephen, sending him faltering back. The referee gets in Dan's face, but Black just sneers and shoves him away! JR Get your hands off that official, Black! JESSE There's no DQ here, Ross. Dan can do what the hell he likes! Black spins SJ to face him and CRACKS him with a chop of his own, before grabbing his neck and giving him a quick snapmare down to the mat. Dan grabs SJ by the neck again, pulls him up and snapmares him again! A third snapmare! JR Dan trying to dizzy Stephen, perhaps? JESSE If your opponent is dis-orientated, it'll be that much easier to pick him up and throw him into the freezer. With SJ sitting on the mat, Dan grins, steps back, and swings in with a big kick to the back of the head- but SJ spins around and knocks Dan's standing leg out from under him, so the Black tumbles down to his back. Stephen rolls up, and as Dan gets to one knee Stephen just drop kicks him in the face! The crowd draws in it's collective breath at the impact, which sends Dan rolling to the edge of the ring, with the freezer just inches away from him! Stephen tries to shove Dan out under the bottom rope to the floor, but Dan holds onto the rope and won't go. SJ backs away, running to the ropes on the other side of the ring, and sprinting at Dan! SJ slides in with a baseball slide dropkick, but Dan rolls out of the ring as he comes, and Stephen's legs collide with the side of the freezer! A huge CRASH rings out, as Stephen shouts in pain and clutches his right ankle! Dan stands up outside the ring with Stephen half on, half off the apron, and slams an elbow directly into the groin of his opponent! JR Awww c'mon Dan! Fight fair! JESSE He doesn't have to, Jim Ross. And with a man like Dan Black, that's a very dangerous environment. Dan drags SJ out of the ring to the floor, where he begins to put the boots to the OAOAST veteran. The crowd BOOS Dan as he pauses to grin maniacally, before continuing to stomp SJ down. Black picks up SJ and goes to whip him into the side of the freezer- but SJ reverses, and it's Dan who's SLAMMED hard, back first, into the unforgiving steel! Dan is spread out on the side of the freezer, grimacing in pain! Stephen is quickly over and tries to pick Black up and into the cold storage, but Black fights him off with a couple of forearm shots. Dan, clutching his back from the impact on the freezer, slides back into the ring. Stephen makes to follow, but his eye catches something, and he walks over to pick up a steel chair from ringside! JR Oh my! These two aren't wasting anytime in getting down to it! JESSE And why should they? This match can't end with a lucky roll up or a submission hold out of nowhere. The opponent has to be battered, brutalized, knocked out in order to be locked in that freezer! Stephen climbs into the ring, chair in hand, and advances on Dan Black, who holds up his hands in a gesture of reconciliation. JR Too late for that, Danny boy! Stephen charges and swings the chair viciously! Dan ducks aside at the last minute, and the chair fizzes past his skull. Black tries to grab the chair from SJ, but Stephen shoves him down to the mat and swings again! But again Dan rolls away! The referee interferes, asking Stephen to lose the chair, and the brief interuption allows Black to attack from the side, knocking Stephen to the mat. JR Damn interefeing referee! Just let them go! JESSE For once you're right, Jim Ross! Black sets up the chair in the middle of the ring, and picks SJ up. A couple of CHOPS, and Dan whips SJ to the ropes. As Stephen comes back, Dan gives him the classic drop toe hold onto chair! SJ's face SMACKS off the seat of the chair, and Black gets to his feet, grinning! With the chair still standing, Black grabs SJ and double underhooks his arms! JR Dan's going for his Pitch Black! Spinning tiger driver! JESSE And he's going to do it onto the chair! JR MAH GAWD! Dan tries to hoist SJ up, but Stephen fights back and backdrops Dan up, over- and onto the chair! Dan lands back first onto the steel with a huge CRASH! The chair is bent in half, and SJ struggles to get to his feet! JR Dan's spine may have been SHATTERED! MAH GAWD! Black starts to roll out of the wrecked chair, clutching his back. Stephen is up and scoops Dan up, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and his black trunks. SJ runs with Dan, and hurls him out of the ring under the bottom rope, straight at the open freezer! Dan lands with a SMACK in the mirrored bottom of the freezer to a huge pop from the crowd! JR This could be it! It could be over already! Stephen steps out of the ring, and grabs the lid of the freezer! SJ starts to heave it up! But Dan grabs the side and hauls himself up so he's hanging on the edge. Stephen shrugs and carries on lifting the lid! JR MAH GAWD! Dan's going to get crushed under that huge lid! Black panics and loses his footing, as Stephen gets the lid up and shove it down towards Dan! Dan yells, jumps, - and makes it out just as the heavy lid closes with a SLAM! JR If Dan had been under that he would be on his way to the ER right about now! JESSE Stephen clearly has no regard for Dan's wellfare at all! As it should be! Dan lies on the floor, breathing heavily, and Stephen strolls over. SJ picks Dan up around the waist, turns, and drops him face first onto the top of the freezer! A huge CLANG off bone on metal, and Dan stumbles away. Stephen is back after him, and slams his face onto the ring apron! Dan grabs at the bottom rope, trying to escape, but SJ is remorseless and SLAMS Dan into the guardrail! Black collapses to the floor, barely moving, and Stephen decides its time for the freezer to open again. As he lifts the lid, Dan starts to stir. Stephen gets the freezer open, but as he picks Black up Dan stings him with a forearm. Another forearm, and Dan rolls him back into the ring. JR Dan just took a hell of a beating on the outside- looks like he wants the action back in the ring. Indeed, Dan immediately applies a simple surfboard style hold to Stephen, grabbing both his arms back and sinking his knee into the shoulderblades. The crowd boos Dan's approach, as he just throws back his head and sneers. With the fans getting behind him, SJ starts to power out, getting to his feet and freeing an arm, which he elbows back, catching Dan in the midsection. Stephen turns and whips the winded Black into the corner. SJ follows up with a charge and a SPLASH in the turnbuckle! With Black prone on the ropes, SJ drops back and hammers him with a kick to the thigh, the stomach, the chest- and finally, using the ropes to spring up, a kick to the head! JR What impact on those kicks! Stephen working over Dan brutally! As Black slumps to the floor, SJ grabs him into a frontface lock and delivers a high vertical suplex. SJ rolls through it, and hits another suplex! Again the roll through, and this time Stephen spikes Dan's face into the canvas with a vicious DDT! JESSE What a combination! And there's more! SJ has Dan up once again, and grabs him up into a gorilla press! The crowd pops for the display of strength, as Stephen tries to throw Dan out over the top rope- and onto the freezer! But Black wriggles, and slips free, landing behind Stephen, where he hooks in a full nelson, going for a Dragon suplex! SJ immediately breaks the nelson, but only drops Dan's arms to his waist- and Dan drags SJ over with a German suplex! Both men are down, as the official checks on the two rivals. Dan crawls to the ropes, which he uses to pull himself up, as Stephen slowly rises also. Stephen turns and charges at Black, just allowing his body to collide with Dan's, and both men fall out over the top rope- and both land onto the top of the huge freezer! JR MAH GAWD! These two men just keep absorbing punishment! How many more times can they make contact with that freezer and keep getting up! We can see the impact has opened a cut on Dan's back, and a similar injury on SJ's arm. Both men, stunned, roll off the freezer and try to steady themselves. Dan leans on the freezer itself, while SJ slumps against the ring. The crowd starts to chant "Let's go Stephen! Let's go Stephen!", and SJ nods his head in time with the chant. SJ stands and climbs onto the ring apron, walking along next to Dan on the floor and gesturing for him to turn. Dan stands, staggers forward, and turns- and SJ jumps off with a neckbreaker from the apron! Stephen springs back up and raises his arms in celebration, before going to the freezer and prying it open once more. Stephen grabs Dan up, applies a front facelock and lifts him up into the vertical suplex position, back facing the open freezer! JR MAH GAWD! Stephen's going to suplex Dan right into the freezer! Stephen steps back, let's go, and Dan's body CRACKS into the open bottom of the freezer! Some of the glass breaks, and Dan howls in pain! SJ stands and makes his way over to the huge lid, and begins to close it, to a big pop from the packed crowd! JR IT'S OVER! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! Stephen takes a little longer to push the lid up, but it's closing! Dan stirs slightly in the bottom off the freezer, as we take a shot of him from above and see blood spreading out from under him. The lid is up, but so is Dan Black is half up, and dragging himself out! JR What resilience from Dan Black! The man is a son of a bitch but he's a tough one! Stephen abandons shutting the freezer and goes after Dan instead. Black stands in the freezer, as Stephen moves over and CHOPS him hard! Stephen tries to push Dan down into the freezer again, but Black just headbutts him across the face to send Stephen falling back. Dan climbs up and stands on the edge of the open freezer, as Stephen turns back towards him. Black jumps forward at Stephen, wrapping his legs around SJ's head and dragging him over with a modified 'rana! JR Mah gawd! I've never seen Dan Black do that before! JESSE This is such a big match! He'll try anything to win! Both men are down, and we see now that the back of Dan has been cut multiple times by the suplex into the glass bottomed freezer! Dan rolls to the guard rail and tries to drag himself, pulling a sledgehammer from underneath, climbing up up as SJ uses the ringsteps to do the same. Both men crawl back into the ring. Stephen turns his back to Dan, groggy from the beating so far. Dan spies Stephen standing and begins to square the sledgehammer up, but his leg buckles. Screaming, Dan's yelling pulls Stephen back to reality and he turns around just as Dan lets the sledge fly. JR/Jesse HOLY SHIT~! Stephen takes the Sledgeshot in his chest, pushing him hard towards the ropes. The sledge falls forward, clunking on the mat. Dan's on both feet having regained his footing, and begins to plod over to Stephen, picking up his sledge. Over to where Stephen is now resting against the ropes, Dan swings the sledge at Stephen's head, but this time he is aware of the oncoming threat and grabs it from Dan, tossing it near the Freezer. Dan takes this time to grab Stephen's hair, pull him unto himself, and throw Stephen out of the ring, trying to launch him into the freezer! Stephen skins the cat on the ropes and doesn't fly over them and into the freezer! Instead, he quickly grabs Dan into a chokehold, and then transitions into full-nelson hold wrenching Dan nearly over the top rope. Stephen pauses and turns to look at the freezer, lengthwise perpendicular to the ring. He smiles, and the crowd catches on. Dan makes a lunge to get free, and Stephen snaps the full nelson back, jumping backwards off the ring apron, pulling Dan Black over. JR BY GAWD ALMIGHTY! Jesse Stephen Joseph risked it all with a out of the ring Finality. JR Dan Black is FINALIZED into the Arctic Freezer! The crowd POPS big time, standing on its feet and crowding into the guardrails as indeed, Dan Black is finalized into the Arctic Freezer, taking the modified Stunner across the lip of the freezer bottom, snapping his neck back and falling back first hard into the freezer! Stephen turns around and pulls the door closed , straining against the pain in his lower back from the landing. It lands with a thud and its closed, the last image of Dan Black writhing in pain etched in. A referee comes over quickly with the Adrenaline title, and hands it to Stephen. Our crowd is ape and Stephen quickly goes from celebrating into a trance, staring at the sledgehammer Eskimo tried to use on him Jesse The Heartless bastard is thinking of using the sledge! Stephen, HHH-esque, pulls the sledge up, climbing on top of the freezer. He looks out to the crowd, the ravenous masses, raises the sledge over his head.... and... clenching his mouth, biting his tongue almost, brings it back down throwing it almost as hard as he can into the freezer. The sledgehammer bursts the freezer and lunges about a foot deep inside of it, right where Dan's head would be. He wrenches it out, bloody on the end, and standing on the freezer with a red sledgehammer and a new title belt, Stephen Joseph is your new Adrenaline Champion. This is most certainly not Big Poppa Popick. His grin is far, far too wide. JR Stephen Joseph is your new Adrenaline Champion Jesse At what price JR? At Dan's life? At his? Stephen (now with mic) Last year, at AngleMania, I won the rights to a World Title shot. I was denied winning. Not this year. Not by Dan Black. Not by Tony the Body. Not by Zack Malibu. Not by Calcin Szechstein. No one. Mark my words. Dan Black's Final Hour will be at AngleMania. And no one...no one, will deny me a reign that which I have earned, that I deserve, and that the fans want. Mark my words Dan Black. I will bring home the World Title to iZ. By any means necessary, and certainly, after AngleMania...over your dead body.

(Cut to the interview area, where Josh Matthews is standing with a microphone, as Sly's stretching his arms and shoulders.) JOSH: Sly, in just a few moments, you've got to go out to the ring and face Intense Zone's Puerto Rican Lightning in the semi-finals of this Super X Cup. Question is, with this sudden new change in attitude, and PRL proving that he's the strongest of the eight men competing in this tournament when it comes to striking, how do you put your odds in this contest? SLY: First off, nice seeing you again, man. Anyway, my sudden change in attitude? What are you talking about? True, I've toned down the act ten-fold, since this is a scientific, athletic tournament. But you're acting like I've lost my edge. I've lost nothing. In fact, I think I've gained from focusing on letting my work do the talking for me. Sure, PRL nearly killed Black Diamond with some of those kicks and forearms, but I'm not the Black Diamond. I'm Sly Sommers. I'm a former X-Division Champion. I went to hell and back, and suffered total decapitation from Scotty Static last month, and I'm still standing. PRL, you can forearm me as hard as you can. You can dropkick me to hell. You can throw any strike you want...and I'll be right back in your face, fighting twice as hard. Like I say, population IZ: nobody, because HD is the place to be, and tonight, PRL, I'm gonna prove that the hard way, bitch! (Sly walks off) JOSH: Well, it looks like Sly Sommers tonight, is a man on a mission. Back to the arena! MC: It looks like Sly's ready...shall we jump back into things? COACH: We shall. (Cut to a wide shot of the building, as "Know Your Role 2k3" starts up.) BUFFER: The following contest is YOUR first semi-final match in the first-annual OAOAST Super X Cup Tournament! Introducing first, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 223 pounds, introducing Intense Zone's Puerto Rican Lightning! CABOOSE: Lightning advanced to this round by beating the holy hell out of The Black Diamond in the first round. Man, that dropkick from hell is still hurting ME, and I was sitting right here, watching! MC: That match definately established PRL as the hardest hitter of the tournament, to say the least! ("Orange Crush" then starts up, and Sly Sommers comes out, gives a one-fist salute, and paces to the ring.) BUFFER: Introducing his opponent...weighing in at 195 pounds, from Bayside, California.... SLY: Yeah, they heard my name before the first match. Listen, PRL, (drapes belt in the middle of the ring) this belt; it's on the line! MC: You heard the man! COACH: To reiterate, Sly's putting his belt on the line, and all of his matches are under the Pure Wrestling rules which, again, go as follows: a wrestler is only allowed three rope breaks; after the third, his opponent can leave a submission hold locked in as long as possible. The use of a closed fist will result in one free rope break being taken away, with three closed fists resulting in a disqualification. The second that you leave the ring, you are disqualified, and will be forfeiting the match to your opponent. The five-second time limit for standing on the top rope has been compressed to three, and will result in a disqualification if you do not abide by it. (bell rings) Sly and PRL circle around the center of the ring, staring at each other. Both men then dive in, and lock up collar-and-elbow style. Neither man can really get an advantage on the other, just standing there while locked up and tilting back-and-forth. Eventually, PRL gets sick of jocking for position, and headbutts Sly in the eye, breaking the lock. Sly holds his eye as both men step back, while still staring each other down. Both men then lock up again. This time, PRL is able to use his leverage and weight advantage to get underneath Sly, and get him into a corner. PRL looks to be giving Sly a clean break...before slapping him in the face, hard. MC: No one's ever accused Puerto Rican Lightning of being respectful. Both men walk out of the corner, circle the center of the ring again, and lock up yet again. This time, Sly is able to out-power Lightning, and send him into the opposite corner. Sly seems to give a clean break...but then slaps the taste out of PRL's mouth. Both men get nose-to-nose, angrily yelling at the other. The referee gets in between the two to split them up and get a good, clean fight. Both men circle around again, and then lock hands for a Greco-Roman knucklelock. After jocking for position, Sly lets go of one of PRL's hands, takes PRL down by the arm, and goes for a very early Cravateface. But, before he can get PRL's neck locked, Lightning rolls forward, and out of the hold. COACH: My goodness! That's proof that this Cravateface hold is to be reckoned with! PRL shrugs himself off, and then gets back up to his feet fully. Both men lock up again, and this time, Sly locks in a headlock. PRL gets out of that by pushing Sly off to the ropes. PRL then knocks Sly down with a standing shoulderblock. PRL then goes and bounces off of the ropes, as Sly pops up, and leapfrogs over PRL. PRL comes off of the ropes at the other end, and jumps over a monkey flip attempt by Sly, landing into a state roll cradle with a bridge..........1..........2.........Sly hooks Lightning's arms in a full nelson, and is able to get him over for the reversal into the state roll cradle........1..........2......PRL pushes Sly off to the ropes. PRL kips up, and ducks a clothesline by Sly. Sly comes off of the ropes from the other end, and ducks a clothesline by PRL. Sly comes off of the ropes from the other end, and PRL goes for a hiptoss. Sly lands on his feet, twists around, and goes for a Northern Lights suplex. But, at the last second, PRL wraps his legs around Sly's upper torso, and brings him over into a front choke. MC: It's obvious these two studied the other's previous match, by the way they're reversing moves left and right. Sly quickly pushes his neck out of the choke, but is still trapped, with PRL down back-first with his legs wrapped around Sly, who's down on his knees. Sly slaps PRL's thighs repeatedly, trying to break his clutch. PRL responds by leaning up, and plastering Sly with two stiff forearms, each spaced out by about ten seconds. PRL leans up for a third, but ends up being locked in a cravate by Sly. PRL immediately breaks the leg vice, and then squeezes his head out of the cravate, as he backs up, away from Sommers. Both men make it up to their feet. Sly goes in for another lock-up, but PRL kicks him hard, in the thigh, instead. PRL then connects with a stiff European uppercut, followed by shoving Sly back into the corner. CABOOSE: PRL sure is bringing the stiffness, and if he wants to beat Sommers, that's what he'll have to do...that, and avoid the Cravateface. PRL then connects with three killer forearms to Sly's face in a row, followed by a stiff back elbow. Lightning then connects with a series of very loud chops to Sly's chest. Lightning follows up with another back elbow to the jaw, and then nails Sly with a snapmare. PRL follows up with a stiff-as-all-hell spinal tap kick. PRL grabs Sly as he wiggles upward in pain, and locks him in a unique chinlock, as PRL applies pressure by crossing his forearms over Sly's nose. PRL turns it over into a camel clutch, but his positioning is really off, as Sly basically falls into the ropes as soon as he's turned over. PRL ignores the referee's request for a clean break, and pulls Sly to his feet by the hair. PRL leans Sly up against the ropes, and connects with three overhand chops to the chest. PRL then whips Sly off to the ropes, and tries to catch him with the Latin Slam. However, Sly is able to shove PRL's arm away, and run to the other side. Sly comes off of the ropes at the other end, and catches PRL with a flying headscissors...into the Cravateface! MC: Yet another new angle for that move to have come out of! CABOOSE: Damn Jimmy Rave ripoffs... Lightning is able to get his forearm up by his face, to prevent Sly from locking in the Cravateface fully. Sly tries moving PRL's arm, but ends up giving Lightning an escape route. Both men get back up, and Sly runs right into a drop toe hold from PRL, sending him face-first into the middle turnbuckle. PRL gets to his feet, grabs Sly's kneeled body in a waistlock, and connects with an impressive release German suplex, dropping Sommers on top of his head! COACH: I think Sly's lights are on, but nobody's home! PRL then gets on top of Sly, picks his head up by the hair, and goes for a series of brutal crossface shots. But, Sly is able to grab Lightning's arm for the fourth one, pull him down to the mat stomach-first, and lock in the Cravateface! Sly gets the move locked in fully, but PRL is able to make it to the bottom rope quickly, using up his first rope break. Sly keeps ahold of PRL as he gets to his feet, and signals for the piledriver. Sly grabs PRL, and tries to put him in position. However, Lightning catches his senses quickly, and performs a double legsweep on Sommers. PRL follows up with an Alligator Clutch (fall-forward cradle; PRL on top with Sly folded up, ala Nigel McGuinness).........1............2.........kickout. PRL gets to his feet, and pulls Sly up. PRL then turns Sly up around, then turns around himself while hooking Sly's arms, lifts his opponent, and locks in the Che Guerera Special (Gory Guerrero Special). MC: Looks like Lightning's adding extra pressure to Sly's back and neck by bending over slightly with the move. Sly tries to fight out, but PRL is able to forearm him in the chest to keep him from fighting the hold off. After keeping the hold locked in for over fifteen seconds, Lightning realizes he won't be able to get Sly to submit to it. So, he lets go of the arms while sitting down quickly, splatting Sly's face and chest onto the mat. PRL then scoots himself back a little, hooks his leg around Sly, does a bridge, and locks Sly by the chin. Lightning then turns the move around, creating a Mutalock. Sly continually reaches outward, until he becomes aware that he cannot move anywhere to get a rope break. So, Sommers starts tilting his weight back and forth, before eventually picking up the momentum to roll the move over while hooking PRL's chin, reversing the Mutalock into a Mutalock of his own. Seconds later, PRL gets enough momentum to move the hold forward, with both men cranking on each other's necks while on their knees. MC: Dueling Mutalocks! Both men throw forearms at each other's faces, until they both break their Mutalocks. They both shrug pain from their necks off, and then get to their feet. Sly nails PRL with a forearm, but PRL fires back with a harder forearm. Sly shrugs it off, and goes for another forearm. But, PRL blocks, hooks Sommers, and connects with a big Latin Slam. PRL then heads up top...and connects with a big Mad Cappa Crusher 2003! MC: I think that might be it! Lighting goes for the cover...........1............2..........kickout! Lighting shows a look of shock on his face, but immediately gets up while pulling Sly up, and puts Sly's head in between his legs. PRL picks Sly up, and looks to be going for the Lightning Bolt. However, as Sly's body dangles, Lightning takes way too much time signalling for something. Sly takes advantage of this by pulling himself out while reversing into a cradle...........1.............2.........kickout! Both men are back up, and PRL punches Sly square in the mouth! BUFFER: Ladies and gentlemen, as goes with the rules of this contest, Puerto Rican Lightning has lost his second rope break. He has one left. Lightning looks pissed off, but grabs Sly's hair to keep him standing. Lightning takes off his elbow pad, and looks to be going for a huge forearm. PRL swings...and Sly ducks. Sly grabs the arm, twists underneath, hooks PRL's head, and connects with the One Hit Wonder! Both men are down, and neither are in condition to go for the pin. The referee starts counting down...........1...............2.................3...............4............5. ..............6..........both men start stumbling up..........7........PRL's up thanks to assistance from the ropes, and goes to kick Sly in the gut. But, Sly grabs the ankle, brings Lightning down, and switches into an attempt at the Cravateface! MC: He just won't give up on that move, will he? PRL is somehow able to roll out of the move, and both men make it up to their feet very quickly. PRL tries to hook Sly's head for the Cappa Killa, but Sly slips his head out, and shoves PRL off to the ropes. Sly then connects with a high dropkick. Both men back up, and Sly connects with a series of loud chops. Sly then whips PRL off to the ropes, and goes for a tilt-a-whirl. He tries to position Lightning for the Sommerset at the end of the tilt-a-whirl, but PRL slips out the back end, and shoves Sly off to the ropes. Sly bounces off of the ropes stomach-first, and PRL connects with a LOUD rolling elbow to the back of Sly's head, sending him down in a heap. PRL signals that he's going for the kill, and goes up top. PRL then takes off for his big San Juan Jam....and MISSES! COACH: The window of opportunity is WIDE open for Sly...let's see if he can take advantage of it! Both men again slowly crawl up by the referee's count.................1.......................2........................3........ ....... 4...........5..........6..........7............8.........both men are back up. Sly and PRL block each other's forearm attempts three times, with forearm strikes to the other man's forearm. Both men clutch their arms for a second, and then charge at each other. Doe-si-doe in mid-ring, and they both send each other to the ropes. Sly ducks a running forearm from PRL. PRL keeps going as Sly stops in a halt. PRL comes back, and is somehow to use his momentum to reverse a drop toe hold from Sly into a takedown of his own, sending Sly throat-first onto the middle rope. PRL backs up a bit, runs, and.....MISSES with the 7-8-7, as Sly moved, and Lightning crotched himself on the middle rope. COACH: The margin of error for victory this late in this match is tiny, and I think PRL might have just gone over the limit! CABOOSE: But remember: strange things happen late in these type of matches. Sly staggers around, and then hooks PRL from behind. He goes for the USA High Angle Backdrop...and connects! Sly rolls through....and locks in the Cravateface, in the center of the ring! COACH: He got it! He has the Cravateface locked in! PRL struggles to reverse, but he can't. So, he pushes and crawls and struggles...and gets to the ropes! The referee orders a clean break. So, Sly lets go...for about a second, before grabbing onto PRL again, dragging him center-ring, and locking the Cravateface in again! PRL crawls to the ropes, and grabs onto the bottom rope. But, the referee has to remind Lightning that he's used up all of his legal rope breaks, so he can't get out of the hold without reversing! PRL scratches and claws, but Sly won't break the hold. Sly has enough of PRL trying to get out of the move, so he cranks back with it as far as he can! PRL's head literally turns purple from all the pain he's feeling....and HE TAPS! MC: He tapped! He tapped! COACH: That was one hell of a finish! CABOOSE: I guess it's now official: fear the Cravateface! Sly gets his belt from the timekeeper, and holds it up in celebration. PRL slowly stumbles to his feet, with the referee's help, while holding his neck. Lightning extends his hand out to Sly in respect. Sly sticks his out, and then puts it through his hair, doing to PRL what PRL did to Black Diamond earlier in the night. Sly leaves the ring, holding his belt in the air, as Lightning slowly walks to the back. MC: We now have one of the two finalists in this tournament determined, as Sly Sommers will be going on to face the winner of Jacob Lyne versus "Shooter" Jay Darring. Let's go backstage, where Intense Zone's Jesse "The Body" Ventura is standing by with "The Shooter". Jesse? (Cut backstage; Ventura and Darring are in front of a Intense Zone background as Darring is shadow-boxing in preparation.) VENTURA: Jay, you've already conquered one opponent for tonight in former X-Division Champion Mad Matt. Your next opponent exemplifies exactly the type of competitor you've been saying you've wanted to test yourself in this tournament against, to see how far the "New Breed" of the OAOAST could possibly pass the current guard by. The man you're facing tonight's probably the single most innovative high-flier the OAOAST has, in "The Role Model" Jacob Lyne. DARRING: Like I've said in countless interviews leading up to this tournament, the reason why I signed up for this tournament is because I, being probably one of the most established cornerstones in this company, know that my time could be up at any time, whether it be today, tomorrow, next week, next month, or even next year. If I have to go, I want to at least know that the guys that are taking my spot are at least as good as me, and I hope, for this company's sake, even better. I'll admit, I had a bit of trouble with Mad Matt. But his fault was, he not only doesn't have the mental capacities to defeat a man of my caliber, he made the mistake of coming into the match with his right knee still wrapped up from an earlier injury. To any veteran, that should be the sign, much like bulls with the color red, that you go in and go for the kill. So I did, and I made him tap. But now I move on to Jacob Lyne, "The Role Model". I've heard so much about this guy. Whether it be about how he possesses the best damn brainbuster in this country, or about how he has the agility of the cat, or even about his spectacular Crop Circle Shooting Star Legdrop. With those skills, he can be a star. But, tonight, I want to test this guy to see if he has the basics; the skills that make you a superstar. It's not going to be easy for either him or I, but I know this, Sly Sommers: whoever wins this contest tonight will give you the toughest fight of your life, because if I can't win this tournament and go on to Anglemania to challenge for the X Title, I'll make sure someone even more deserving will. (Cut back to ringside) MC: It sounds like Jay really respects the youngster, but at the same time wants to make it be known that respect doesn't mean anything once you step into that ring. COACH: It sounds cliched, but tonight, the old guard of OAOAST will collide head-to-head with the new revolution. CABOOSE: With that said, let's go to the ring, for our final semi-final contest! (Cut to a wide shot of the ring, and then the entrance, as "Nitro" starts up, and out comes Jacob Lyne.) BUFFER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is our second and last semi-final contest of the evening, in the 2004 Super X Cup Tournament. Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Dahlonega, Georgia, he is "The Role Model" Jacob Lyne! COACH: Jacob Lyne looks confident, but not too confident, as we all know that cockiness is a major part of the formula for losing in the squared circle! ("Shin-Jingi Naki Tatakai" starts up, and out comes "Shooter" Jay Darring, to a really big ovation.) BUFFER: And his opponent...from Boston, Massachussettes, weighing in at 175 pounds, give it up once again for "Shooter" Jay Darring! COACH: I can tell the fans are certainly on the side of "The Shooter" here tonight! MC: The odds probably are too. (bell rings) Both men step to the center of the ring to shake hands, and then back up to near their respective corners. They both do some minor stretching quickly, and then go mid-ring to lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Lyne is able to get Darring moving backwards. But, Darring switches directions, and is able to catch Lyne off-guard enough to get the advantage on the tie-up. Darring is able to get Lyne into a corner, but Lyne powers out and get Darring back-first on the ropes. They switch positions on the ropes all the way to the other corner, before the referee literally steps in between them to attempt to break it up. They simply step further apart and walk away from the corner while still in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. They both attempt to twist their way in the same direction out of the lock-up at the same time, and end up just moving over a few feet. They struggle in the move for about six more seconds before Lyne attempts to monkey flip his way out of the lock-up. However, Jacob doesn't get Lyne over, and they both land with Lyne on his back on the mat, with Darring on top of him, while still in the lock-up. MC: This is one of the most relentless collar-and-elbow tie-ups I've ever seen! COACH: It shows you the importance of this contest if their opening lock-up is this intense. Lyne is able to turn the position over, so that he is on top, while still locked up. Darring turns the position over, and gets on top momentarily, before Lyne quickly does the same. Both men end up in the ropes, and the referee finally orders the move to be broken up. Both men seperate, and then go back to seperate corners. They get to their feet, and then walk back to the center of the ring. Both men stick their hands out to start a Greco-Roman knucklelock. They lock hands, but Darring quickly tries to score with a single-arm legsweep. Lyne, obviously prepared for an attack on his legs, is able to drop the knucklelock, do a pivot spin, and score with a quick Oklahoma roll, which Darring rolls out of. Both men back up to their feet, and they go back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up. COACH: So far, this has been one fine technical chess match. CABOOSE: But this isn't the Super Chess Cup. Sooner or later, something's going to blow over, and when it does, watch out! Lyne gets a headlock, but Darring quickly slips out, and scores with a reverse single-leg takedown. Jay attempts to go for some sort of ankle submission, but Jacob rolls out of the move. Both men get back to ther feet, and Lyne ducks under a forearm attempt from Darring, and goes for a backslide attempt. However, the momentum sends Darring rolling back onto his feet. Lyne's still on his knees, and Darring goes for a kick to the side of Jacob's head. But, Lyne grabs Darring's leg, pops to his feet, and connects with a dragon screw that sends Darring back-first into a corner. Lyne then connects with one front roundhouse kick to Darring's stomach, and goes for another. However, Darring saw it coming, and grabs the leg. He uses his free hand to shove Lyne down, and then goes for a leglock. However, Lyne sticks his other leg up, grabs the only part of Jay that he can, that being Jay's arm, and brings him over with an inverted monkey flip. MC: It looks like Jacob Lyne, due to his notable agility, saw that his legs would be a target, and has worked on reversals out of various compromising positions for his legs. CABOOSE: Even I have to admit that Jacob Lyne is looking a lot smarter and technically sound than some people give him credit for. Lyne gets on top of Darring, and tries to go for a keylock on Darring's right arm. However, Darring switches positions, and gets on top of Jacob. Darring then connects with three stiff forearms to the face before going to a side headlock. Lyne tries to push his way out of the vice-like headlock, but Darring has it in quite tightly. Lyne eventually is able to grab Darring's right thigh, and turn him over into a pinning predicament......1......2.....Darring comes back down on his rear end, and into the side headlock. Darring keeps it sinched in for another five-six seconds, but then Jacob is able to grab Darring and again turn him back over into a cradle...............1..............2............Darring comes back down into the side headlock. Darring tries cranking back on it, ala a Crippler Crossface, but Lyne reverses that into the third side cradle.............1............2......Darring comes back down on his rear end, and works his way to a standing position while keeping the headlock locked in. COACH: Jay Darring seems to be confused by the fact that Jacob Lyne's able to keep him on his toes at all times, even with a move as basic as the side headlock. MC: I do like, however, how Jay's attempting to both slow down Lyne, gas him out with the side headlock, and seemingly work over his neck all at the same time. Lyne grabs Darring by the waist while in the headlock, and both men go back to the ropes. Lyne tries to shove Darring off to the other end, but Darring is able to stay intact by simply switching arms on the headlock. Lyne again tries to squeeze his head out of the headlock, but he still cannot, due to the tightness of the lock. So, he grabs Jay's wrist, and attempts to reverse into a hammerlock. However, Jay grabs his left wrist with his right hand, and makes sure the headlock keeps locked in. Darring then scores with a headlock takeover, back to the original position. COACH: Jay Darring is definately emphasising the basics in order to get the advantage on his more high-impact-based opponent, like he said earlier, which sure is working. After two failed attempts in a row, Jacob Lyne finally gets his legs around Darring's neck, and locks in a headscissors to break the headlock. Darring tries to push Lyne's legs open to get out of the move, but Jacob's leg power is too much for him. So, Darring re-positions himself, so that his head is now facing straight down to the mat, and then performs a headstand. Jay then pushes himself out of the hold using his arms, and tries to go back to the side headlock. But, Lyne sees it coming, and brings Darring over in a crucifix cradle......1......Darring rolls out, and both men roll onto their feet for a stand-still, as the audience applauds this tremendous technical competition thus far. MC: These two have gone hold-for-hold thus far, and, though I respect his talents, I'm honestly shocked that Jacob Lyne's been able to keep up with Jay Darring! Darring dives at Lyne's legs to take him down, but Lyne, ever so light on his feet, is able to jump over Darring, and stay standing. Darring stays at all fours, and stalks Lyne like his prey, continually chasing after achieving a legsweep at the very nimble "Role Model". Eventually, after five failed attempts, Jay is able to score a double-leg takedown on Lyne, and tries to go for some form of a Cloverleaf. However, Lyne is able to bridge into a headstand, and then twists himself quickly, sending Darring flying out to the floor, in between the top and middle ropes. Lyne then kips up, heads to the other end, bounces off of the ropes, runs back, and teases a dive over the top rope. But, Darring slides back into the ring quickly, as Lyne is able to think on his feet, grab the top rope, and attempt to skin the cat. However, Jay is able to think on his feet as well, and connects with a basement dropkick to Lyne's face, sending Jacob down hard on the apron. COACH: Great sequence of maneuvers there, ending with Jay Darring, being the ring general that he is, blocking another of Jacob Lyne's beyond-amazing aerial manueverings. Darring pulls Lyne into the ring by the head, as Lyne is stomach-down on the canvas, and then jumps on top of him to lock in a rear naked choke. Lyne struggles for a few seconds, but is eventually able to turn Darring on his back, and then attempt a bridge out of the choke. However, Darring moves his leg vice from the waist to the thighs, keeping Lyne grounded, flat on his back. Darring keeps the move locked in, and turns himself and Jacob onto their sides. Lyne can't figure out a reversal for the choke, so he ends up headbutting Jay in the jaw repeatedly, before Jay's jaw becomes too hurt for him to be able to ignore it. Darring lets go of the choke, as he goes to hold his jaw. Both men get up, with Jacob noticeably breathing hard. COACH: I think Jay Darring's strategy of wearing down his faster, more acrobatic opponent is starting to work. Darring locks in a waistlock on Lyne, but Lyne reverses with a go-behind, and connects with a reverse DDT, dropping Jay neck-first on his knee. Jacob pops up in one motion, and attempts to go forward with an Ace Crusher. However, Darring is able to keep on his feet, and get Lyne to break the neck vice with a series of clubbing forearms to the side of Lyne's head. Darring then hooks Lyne's head from behind, and connects with a reverse suplex. Darring rolls backwards, into a straddle position on top of a face-down Lyne, and locks in an inverted camel clutch; applying the pressure into a reverse chinlock-type neck crank instead of a chin crank, continuing with his strategy of attempting to gas out Lyne. Darring seemingly gets too confident with his dominance over Jacob, and tries to switch the chinlock into a Dragon sleeper crank. But, Lyne has enough fight to crawl out during the split second in which his head is free, and gets to the ropes. MC: That's one thing about Jacob Lyne: if you're wrestling him, he's the one guy you never want to underestimate. Darring tries going after Lyne, but Lyne is able to pull his legs up with the middle rope, and locks in a vice with his calfs around Jay's neck. Jacob attempts a rana attempt to send Darring over the top rope and to the floor, but Darring holds onto the top rope, and skins the cat to get back into the ring. Lyne's still down when Darring makes it back into the ring, so Darring connects with a loud toe kick to Jay's gut. Darring then pulls Lyne up by the hair, and sends him back-first into a corner. Jay then connects with five repeatitive European uppercuts to Lyne's jaw. Darring then whips Lyne off to the other corner, and Lyne runs chest-first into the turnbuckles. Darring runs right behind him, and connects with a stiff forearm to the back of Lyne's neck. Darring then grabs Lyne in almost a standing chokehold, with his left forearm over Jacob's throat, drags him to about the center of the ring, and drops him with a combination of the Eye of the Hurricane and a sleeper drop. MC: Jacob Lyne isn't the only one who can innovate around here! Darring goes for the cover, with his forearm placed firmly on the side of Lyne's head...............1..............2...........kickout! Darring jumps on top of Lyne in a straddle position, and throws brutal hammer forearm shots. But, Lyne is able to cover up in order to block the shots. So, Darring holds Lyne's arms down, and starts viciously headbutting Jacob in the face. Lyne develops a large bruise on his forehead, and his right eye begins to swell up. Darring moves from that position, to locking Lyne in a Dragon Sleeper. Lyne refuses to give up, so Darring angles Lyne back, putting more pressure on the neck and spine. Lyne still won't submit, so he starts forearming him in the chest. CABOOSE: Give credit where credit's due: even if Jacob Lyne loses this match tonight, this is one hell of a gutsy effort he's putting in! Somehow, Lyne is able to wiggle his legs from Jay's clutches, and roll backwards onto his feet. Lyne hooks the head of Jay Darring's in a reverse DDT position as he rises to his feet, making Darring lose his grip on the Dragon Sleeper. Darring then spins himself and Darring around at a rapid pace, possibly going for a variation on Sly Sommers's One Hit Wonder. But, Darring stops the twist half-way, and locks in a standing version of the Dragon Sleeper. Lyne is near the ropes, so he simply grabs ahold of Darring's shoulders, bounces his legs onto and off of the top rope, and brings it back for an inverted version of the Sliced Bread Number Two! MC: Jacob Lyne is still busting out innovation, but out of desperation! Both men are down, as the referee starts the ten-count................1...................2.............3................4....... ..both men start to get up............5......Darring's on one knee..........6.......Lyne's using the ropes while holding his back in pain..........7...........8....both men are back up. They both walk to the center of the ring, and Darring nails Lyne in the face with a stiff forearm. Lyne replies with one of his own. Both men then go back-and-forth with forearms, each connecting with five apiece. Lyne then bends down in pain, screams in frustration, stands back up, grabs Darring by the back of the head, and nails four rapid-fire forearms to the face. Darring's still standing, but dazed. Lyne goes back to the ropes, and runs at Darring. Lyne attempts a rolling (roaring) elbow, but Jay ducks, and shoves Lyne from behind into the ropes. Lyne bounces chest-first off of the ropes into a charging elbow to the back of his head by Darring. Lyne's barely standing, as Jay then takes off, and bounces off of the ropes. Darring goes for a stiff lariat, but Lyne somehow is able to go under the arm, hook Jay's head, and pick him up....Lyne connects with a brainbuster! MC: Out of nowhere, the match might have just concluded! COACH: He dropped Darring completely vertical, right on his head! Lyne holds his back for a moment, and then drapes his arm on Darring for the pin................1................2...............kickout! Jacob cannot believe it! Lyne gets to his feet, and signals for the Crop Circle. He pulls Darring closer to a corner, and then goes up to the top rope. Lyne has to struggle to get to a totally standing position on the top rope due to his back being worked over. Lyne then takes off.....and Darring rolls out of the way! CABOOSE: That's why they call it high-risk; you're taking a huge risk every time you dive off of that top rope! Both men are down in pain, but the referee gives them all the time they need to get up. After nearly fifteen seconds, using the ropes to pull themselves up, both Jacob Lyne and Jay Darring make it to their feet. Out of desperation, Darring runs at Lyne with a Yakuza kick. However, out of nowhere, Lyne is able to duck the kick, clutch Darring, lift him, and bring him down with a devastating Lyne Driver! MC: This HAS to be it! Jacob cradles Jay's legs for the cover............1..................2...............NOOO! Kickout! Lyne falls back to a laying position, both out of exhaustion and frustration. Lyne gets to his feet slowly, and then signals that he's going to the top rope. Lyne takes an awful long time going to the long time, due to the toll this match has taken to him. By the time he makes it up top, Jay's able to get to his feet, and runs to the corner to attempt to slam Lyne off of the top rope. However, Jacob grabs onto the top rope with one hand, and connects with three vicious toe kicks to the back of Jay Darring's head, sending him down on his back again. Lyne then gets to a standing position again, launches off, and.....nails the Crop Circle! MC: My god! COACH: This HAS to end it! CABOOSE: How he was able to hit that type of move after this type of match is beyond me! Jacob goes for the cover.................................1........................................2 ...................................3! MC: He got him! He got him! COACH: What a finish! After taking everything Jay Darring had to offer, Jacob Lyne just had a little bit more to offer and delivered with an incredible Crop Circle to close the deal! Lyne gets to his feet, and then waits until Darring comes to. When he does, Lyne extends his hand, and helps Jay Darring up to his feet, and then they hug to a tremendous ovation. Lyne then helps Darring to the back. MC: What a great show of respect! COACH: Tonight, we've seen the torch passed. Sure, Jay Darring still has plenty of great days to come in his career, but by beating "The Shooter" tonight, Jacob Lyne has upped his stock in the wrestling world tenfold! MC: Jacob Lyne has done something that men with experience beyond anything he's accomplished thus far in this industry could not do, and that is pin "Shooter" Jay Darring here tonight. Even if he loses in the finals, defeating a man the caliber of Jay Darring here tonight, especially this early in his career! CABOOSE: Eh, if he thinks he can be this hunky-dory with Sly Sommers in the finals, he'll be eliminated in mere seconds! COACH: While I doubt that's true, I do agree that, in wrestling a competitor like Sly Sommers, you CANNOT trust him at all in any type of match, even if he's saying he's going completely pure-style tonight. MC: Speaking of the devil...our own Josh Matthews is standing by with Jacob Lyne's opponent in the finals of this tournament, Sly Sommers! (Cut backstage, where Josh Matthews is sitting beside Sly Sommers, both of whom are sitting on a bench in the locker room, as Sly's looking forward, very intensely.) JOSH: Coming up in a few short minutes, you, Sly Sommers, have without a doubt, the single biggest match of your career, as you will be facing the man who just defeated without a doubt, one of the biggest stars in the history of the OAOAST in "Shooter" Jay Darring. SLY: Tonight's events were thought up to create stars. Sure, Anglemania is where stars are born. But this, this is where stars make themselves. Tonight, myself and Jacob Lyne...we've both beaten two other guys. We've both won inter-promotional matches. Sure, Jacob got the biggest win of his life so far against Jay Darring a few seconds ago, but that's nothing compared to what both of us have coming up. Me and Jacob are, by competing in the finals of this tournament, aren't just representing ourselves, but representing the entire X-Division. If we go out there and disappoint the people with a less-than-average match, our division's dead. But, if we go out there, tear the house down, and bring our best performances possible, we've made not only ourselves, but the entire division. Everyone here, from St. Andrew all the way up to the champ himself, AJ Flaire....we'd have elevated everyone. That weight's on my shoulders. Plus, the stip with the winner facing AJ Flaire for the X belt at Anglemania III, the biggest show of the OAOAST's history. Holding that brass ring above any man's head will motivate him to go above and beyond anything he's ever done in his life. Both me and Jacob have reached up to grab it...in a few minutes, we're gonna find out which man can reach higher and clutch that ring. In just a few minutes....we make history! (Sly storms out of the room) JOSH: It looks like Sly Sommers is motivated to win the X Cup tonight. Back to you at ringside!

Attention! Due to unforeseen circumstances (read: yay, social life with two girls and a guy and me!), the show will not be going up til 10:00-ish. As a result, if you have anything you'd like to change, add, or remove from your matches, or if you'd like to do a promo, feel free to do so, as the show won't be up until 10:00 pm.

Calvin Szechstein will (begrudgingly) be in the house, courtesy of a special guest with a BIG announcement. Who will it be!?!?

Question on the fatal four-way. Falls counts anywhere, or no? It says no-DQ but has nothing on falls, so I'm assuming that they must be in the ring.

Two in a row, suckas. All stuff in by 5 p.m. Sunday, if you'd be so kind. And please have it formatted in CHUCK Script-style, as I'm so anal that I format everybody else's stuff to that, and the more of that I have to do the longer the delay before the show-post is. Thanks, Calvin.

I think it'd work if you said that anybody could garner the kind of heat Orton is getting. He's definitely not doing anything revolutionary, and any midcard indy heel worth his salt could garner the same type of heat, maybe more.

This has to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard... actually, I can top it. The current one ranking in our class (class of 2006) belongs to an autistic child who has an aide and takes all of the 'sped' classes, but as our school doesn't have leveling (and nobody has the heart to give him a B), he has a perfet GPA and none of us have that. Proof that grades in high school do not mean a damn thing.

Um, I don't think the crowd is supposed to be 'into' Orton, being as he's heel and all. Not saying that he's a good heel as JHawk is absolutely right -- any idiot can say Foley's a coward and go 'bang bang' and draw heat for it. It simply means that Orton can draw heat; granted, it's the most basic heel heat possible, but if it works then you can't really consider it a failure. Just, bland and vanilla.

I'd tend to side with Barnett, in the sense that if she's not good, having her on the team as a p.r. lightning rod. I'd also understand why players don't respect her -- it says in the article that she's kicking a massive two PATs in college, which would lend credibility to Barnett's claim that she wasn't a very good placekicker. That said... playing ability, lacking or no, shouldn't be an excuse to sexually harass someone. If all the things at Colorado are true, it should be a huge incentive to other schools to shut down whatever shit might be going on there.

Um, I'd say hockey players are pretty goddamn athletic, myself. On-topic EDIT: I can't bring myself to call auto racing a sport because there's no direct combat between people. In football, hockey, soccer, and basketball, there's some sort of physical contact between people, and even baseball you get your exciting slide finishes that give you physical contact. In auto racing you get none of this, which is why I can't call it a sport.

Who's handling this match? Yours if you want it, Papa. PM me about a finish. ... and then PM me about the finish so we don't have any confusion like we did last week.

He grins, in the background of every group picture. The smile is always there, gleaming white, but never in the foreground... always shifted to the back. It is Mike Van Siclen, sitting in his hotel room, sifting through old pictures. Surely, he has several albums full at home, and the tidy lettering on the cover of this one reads "Stables". Van Siclen has been in more stables than he can remember, so occasionally, out comes the photo albums, a patient reminder of all of the stables... The Monstars GoldenEye, Assassin, Snow Demon... sitting in the background, blue hair, smiling as always. God, those were the days... breaking into the business, young, being taught everything. But eventually he broke away, turned to the next page... ADD GoldenEye, Big Danny, Snow Demon... sitting in the background, the blue hair now black, but the same smile, frozen into the background. Eventually, this stable would break up too, another page turned... End of Days Shadow, Trash, Triple E, and Avalanche... and Snow Demon, the outcast, the outcast who eventually was so angered with the stable that he sliced his initials into Avalanche's forehead... and became more well known as Jeremy Miller. The book is closed, abruptly. There haven't been any stables in the cards since that vicious turn. Nobody could be trusted anymore... people? People use other people to get ahead. Van Siclen stares out the window, seeing a couple, walking along, laughing and holding hands. They are a pair of people who can rely upon one another... a pair of people who might actually like one another. Why don't I have anything like that? It's the voice, again. The inner part of one's being that urges to find someone, maybe even a group of people, to latch onto. The portion of one's selfconscious that is begging to be loved by everyone. The piece of one's life that he must turn his back on, in order to get ahead in the world. But every so often it speaks up again, a voice, desperate to be heard. Van Siclen can never quite be sure when it will emerge again, but he does his best to ignore it. He did it at the beginning of the year... told himself that he had nobody to rely on but himself, and made his promises based on that. But now, having completed only two of three, and the fourth one seemingly out of reach... he must reevaluate his priorities. In the next room, the Unnamed chatter and drink. The voices of Royal and Maddix, Va'aiga and Duran, loud enough for Van Siclen to hear through the cracker-thin walls. He, the loner, them, surrounded by people. Maybe, just maybe, he wants to be like that. Wouldn't it be nice, to have people to rely on? Then, though... Charlie Matthews, kicked out of the Unnamed, simply for being good. Why open yourself up to that kind of backstabbing, especially from people you think you trust? But at the same time... wouldn't it be nice, just to be able to trust someone? The only question is... who?

"MAIN EVENT" SINLGES MATCH, NON-TITLE (Special Ringside Enforcer: Charlie "Grappler" Matthews) "The Notorious" John Duran© vs Dace Night - If Duran loses this match, there will be one pissed-off individual on his back. LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE, SINGLES MATCH Wildchild© vs Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix - If Wildchild loses this match there will be one pissed-off OAOAST Champion on his back. HARDCORE TITLE NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP, CAGE MATCH Manson vs Aecas vs Insane Luchadore - Let's hope for IL. SINGLES MATCH "Coyote" Coy West vs Todd Royal - We'll say Royal on a hunch. USJL TITLE, TRIPLE IMPACT MATCH Sacred© vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins - Spike. SINGLES MATCH Mike Van Siclen vs Jacob Helmsely - If you don't pick me you need to stop smoking crack. SINGLES MATCH, LHW NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP Alan Clark vs Toxxic - Toxxic in an upset

Ahhhhh the dumb outdated post.

Hey now, McCareins is young and talented and he could be the Peerless Price to McNabb's Vick for a fraction of the cost. That said, I'm praying J-Mac resigns with the Titans.

Wasn't Michaels the one who took Mick Foley out of the Rock/Austin/Foley three-way at WM15, saying that it would be breaking tradition? My, how times have changed, Shawn...

Because no promiscous sex is one of the straight edge rules. I'm the Mike he was talking about, man. As for me... Victoria Silvstedt

Fallout from IZ. I'm assuming a #1 contendership match. Um... other things.

... I ride with my cousin, Mitchell Van Siclen, and the development talent "Seattle Sensation" Mikey Jones. We're bros.