Mystery Eskimo

Sheff U away this week for Forest...a point would be bloody great. Mind you, if Marlon King can score two in one game anything is possible.

Dan Black will make his HeldDown debut...and...do something. Or I may just sit it out and read the show to get a feel for everyones characters, as I didnt read HD in depth much this year.

That was my plan We'd decided a while back that IZ's time was up, and it was best to do it quickly and move on. I know I'm looking forward to being on a full roster.

Yes. It wouldnt be fair to change that. JR and Jesse may be used on special occasions. PRL- IZ guys can show up. You just need to write something that gives PRL and the crew a contract on HeldDown.

Name: "The Ice Heart" Dan Black Championships: OAOAST TV title, OAOAST USTV (NA) title, OAOMEF World Title, OAOMEF Tag titles, OAOAST Adrenalin title x2, OAOAST tag titles x 3 Age: 27 Height: 6' Weight: 243lbs Hometown: London, England Alignment (heel, face, tweener): Uber HEEL! Stable affiliation (if any): Black T, with T.Bod and Jivin' JR~! Wrestling style: Technical Theme music: "Quiet" by Smashing Pumpkins Entrance Style: Black smoke pours out of the entranceway. Black is in it, somewhere, and is only revealed when white and black shots of pyro disperse the smoke. Entrance attire: Black trench coat, black shades. Ring attire: Either long or short tights, one leg white, the other black. black boots. Style: Fast paced technical, but can adapt to brawling if needed. Occasional top rope move Finishing Moves: Heart of Ice (Crippler Crossface), Heart of Ice V2 (Alex Shelley's Border City StretcH) Pitch Black (Chris Daniels' Angels Wings) and the Blackout (Stone Cold stunner) Moveset: (Kinda long, because I like a lot of moves ) Dragon Suplex Tiger Suplex Exploder Suplex Wrist Clutch Exploder Half Nelson Suplex Superkick Black Crush (Orange Crush - suplex to powerbomb) Northern Lites Suplex German Suplex Benoit style WILDbomb Fishermans DDT STO Double arm DDT Falcon Arrow and Reverse Falcon Arrow Black Bomb (reverse RockBottom) Top rope diving headbutt Knee drop from top rope Shining Wizard Shining Black (Shining Enziguiri) Night Falls (Doug Williams' Chaos Theory) Chimera suplex sequence (Dragon, German, Tiger) Cradle piledriver Back drop driver Package piledriver Slingshot brainbuster Slingshot Powerbomb Osaka Street Cutter Fujiwara Armbar Indian Deathlock Dragon sleeper Butterfly backbreaker CHOPS European Uppercuts Ace Crusher from top rope Superplex Reverse superplex DVD Running DVD Cross Arm German Suplex La Majistral cradle Into the Black- opponent raised in Razor's Edge position, but then flips them over into an Ace Crusher. Bio: After years of being "forced" to work under the Mystery Eskimo gimmick (See above for M.E. stats and history), Dan Black snapped, unmasking and taking control of IntenseZone at its lowest ebb and becoming NEW General Manager. Since then Black was at odds with his old adversary Stephen Joseph, culminating in a series of bloody matches. Dan's GMship of IZ faltered as many stars left and were not replaced. Eventually Dan fell out of favour with the board and was facing expulsion from the OAOAST until striking a deal with Northstar that saw IZ be absorbed by HD. Dan's HD career began with a defeat to AJ Flaire in a classic 2/3 falls tussle to lose his Adrenalin Title. Black was quick to regain gold however, as he formed an alliance with fellow OAOAST legend, Tony the Body, aka T.Bod. Black T won the tag team titles on the same night as forming, and went on a long tag title run, over-coming Hell's Hitmen and the New New Midnight Express until the Global Party Xchange finally captured the belts. Black T were not kept from the titles for long, as they teamed up with fellow OAOAST legend Zack Malibu to form The Original Elite, a 3 man team sharing the tag titles which they regained from GPX. This alliance did not last long, however, as the Elite suffered numerous defeats, culminating in Black T attacking Zack and kicking him out of the group, along with Black badly injuring Zack's girlifriend Candie. The returning CWM stepped into his place, and at Anglemania IV the new Elite went up against Malibu and two more returnees, Caboose and Some Guy. Team Malibu picked up the victory, but the rivalry was not over as Dan challenged Zack to go one on one the very next month at Living Angleously... Archive: Eskimo stats Name: Mystery Eskimo Age: 23 Height: 6' Weight: 233lbs Hometown: the Depths of the Artic Alignment (heel, face, tweener): Face Stable affiliation (if any): none Wrestling style: Technical Theme music: "Too Cold" by Vanilla Ice Entrance Style: walks through a huge, white wall of pyro Entrance attire: none extra Ring attire: Sparkling blue mask and trunks, both trimmed with silver. Finishing Moves: Frostbite Facelock (Crippler Crossface) and the Ice Breaker (Cradle piledriver) Signature Moves: Killer Whale Plex (Dragon Suplex), may be attempted in succesion or even off top rope as a rare finisher. Penguin Kick, Springboard neckbreaker, Igloo DDT (Reverse DDT), Northern Lites Suplex, Falcon Arrow, Blizzard Bomb (reverse RockBottom), Polar Bear Clutch (camel clutch), the Break of the Ice (roll of the dice), Code Blue (code red), Tiger Shark Suplex (tiger suplex), Falling Icicle Headbutt. Basic moveset: The usual smarks favourites: Benoit, Guerrero, Angle Manager/valet/sidekick: Derek the Fish IZ BACK~! Catchphrases/Trademark gestures: obsession with fish History/Background/Career Highlights: Eskimo debuted in the OAOAST a couple of months after the start of the promotion. He immediately made an impact, capturing the TV title from BPP and going on to become a popular fighting champion. Eskimo retained the TV title for some time before going on to unify it with the OAOAST US title by defeating former World Champion Alfdogg in a barbed wire ladder match. Eskimo went on with this title too, making him the longest reigning champion in the history of the OAOAST. Possibly. However Eskimo grew tired of the lack of respect he recieved in the OAOAST and turned on the fans, teaming up with the monster JINGUS. This move promptly backfired as he lost the USTV title to BPP. Eskimo's luck changed when he struck oil underneath his igloo. With the MILLIONS of dollars he recieved, he formed the One And Only Mystery Eskimo Federation (OAOMEF), attracting OAOAST members such as JINGUS, Superstar and Angle-plex to join. But the return of the aWo finished the OAOMEF, allowing Eskimo to concentrate on his newly won tag team titles with his partner JINGUS. In the Miracle Weirdness Connection, the masked freaks dominated the division for month, pitting themselves in a deadly rivalry with Los Infernales, which culminated in the Stairway to Oblivion match at Anglemania II. Shockingly, after sometime without titles and several defeats, JINGUS viciously turned on Eskimo. After a bitter and bloody feud, Eskimo waas victorious. Eskimo was not allowed to celebrate for long however, before the scheming Y2Jailbait damaged his reputation and inflicted a career-threatening injury upon him...now Eskimo must battle for his very existence in the OAOAST... Best matches: US vs TV title, Barbed Wire Ladder Match: MME defeated Alfdogg USTV title, Inferno Match: MME defeated JINGUS OAOMEF world title, Hell in a Cell: Angle-plex defeated MME World tag team tites, Stairway to Oblivion: Los Infernales d MWC TLC Ironman Barbed Wire Strap match: MME 5 JINGUS 4 Titles: OAOAST TV title, OAOAST USTV title, OAOMEF World Title, OAOMEF Tag titles, OAOAST tag titles FEAR THE FROSTBITE~! The Mystery Eskimo DVD Womens title (!): TrebleCharged d Eskimo (Eskimo's debut) TV Title: Eskimo d BPP (Eskimo's first title) US vs TV title unification, Barbed wire ladder match: Eskimo d Alfdogg USTV title, Inferno match: Eskimo d JINGUS USTV Title, 2/3 falls: BPP d Eskimo OAOMEF World Title, Hell in a Cell: Angle-Plex d Eskimo OAOAST Tag Title, Stairway to Oblivion: Los Infernales d MWC EXTRAS Eskimo vs David Arquette, WCW Saturday Night Eskimo/Derek vs David/Courtney, WCW Saturday Night OAOMEF formation promo Clips of Derek the Fish in action Cage match, USTV title: Eskimo vs Angle-plex vs Zack Malibu Special Derek the Fish drinking game Ice Ice Baby and Too Cold videos

JR Welcome back to the hottest show on Tuesday night's, IZ. In a matter of moments Dan Black & T-Bod will face Stephen Joseph & Anglesault in our main event. After what happened last week on IZ, the odds clearly favor Black & T-Bod. You gotta wonder how AS & Stephen will work together as a team. We're about to find out. "Simply Ravishing" blasts over the loud speakers. Showing unity, both T-Bod and the best General Manager in the whole wide world, Mr. Dan Black head to the ring side-by-side. They're a popular team. Even if the crowd sounds like they're booing. * DING DING DING * RING ANNOUNCER The following contest is the main event of IZ. It is set for one fall. Introducing first, the self-proclaimed 'real' Mr. OAOAST...T-Bod. His tag team partner, he is the General Manager of IZ -- Dan Black! JR Prehaps the two biggest smoke-blowers mankind has ever known. T-Bod and Dan Black have formed a friendship over the last couple of weeks. Those of you who follow wrestling news sites know T-Bod has served as a consultant to IZ for the last few months. Some have even said they are the two hardest working men in the OAOAST; always trying to find new ways to enhance IZ no matter what. I do respect that, but not the ways they go about. T-Bod of course is a backstabber, he'll act friendly to your face then drive the knife right into your back. Dan Black has been rather ruthless in his attempts to sign talent -- even if they're under contract. I'm sure Bill Gates smiles whenever he hears Black's lastest attempts to break antitrust laws. "Aww Naw" RING ANNOUNCER Their opponents, introducing first, the OAOAST Adrenaline champion...Stephen Joseph. The crowd explodes as "Dream On" kicks up. RING ANNOUNCER And his tag team partner, from New York, New York, he is the 2-time World heavyweight champion...Anglesault! JR What an ovation! Babe Ruth wouldn't get an ovation this big if he appeared at Yankee Stadium tomorrow. Anglesault is one tough son of a bitch, I tell ya that. He won't say how many ribs are broken but souces say its two. Doctors have advised him not to wrestle tonight but AS doesn't give a damn, he wants a piece of T-Bod's ass if that's the last thing he does. And folks, if you'd never had broken ribs before, lemme tell ya, you have trouble breathing. Both teams gather in their respective corners, eaching trying to see who'll buff and show their cards first. Stephen Joseph exits the ring. Dan Black taps T-Bod on the chest, looks like Dan & AS will start the match. They both approach the center of the ring and lock up (collar-and-elbow), Dan releases his gripe and walks back to his corner to talk things over with T-Bod. While the two are discussing plans AS tags in Stephen Joseph who walks behind Black, turns him around and thumbs him in the eye. Irish whip to the corner, back bodydrop, clotheslines over the top rope. Dan gets up and pounds his fists onto the ring apron, he's had enough of this as he tags in T-Bod. Dan looks at a heckler near ringside and says "I wasn't ready." JR 'I wasn't ready' says Dan Black. Translation: I just got my ass kicked. Just as T-Bod & SJ are about to lock up themselves, T-Bod decides to walk back to his corner to consultant with Dan. JR Who do these guys think they are, the Freebirds? Why all the stalling tough guys? Hook 'em up like men. Talk about lightning in a bottle, SJ and AS trade places -- AS gets behind T-Bod, spins him around into a belly-to-belly overhead suplex. The crowd 'woos' with every knife-edge chop AS slaps across T's studly chest. Forearm to AS's stomach givs T enough time to shove AS into a corner where he proceeds to deliver chops of his own before committing a wrestling sin: you never slap the favorite in the face. As whips T-Bod around and unleashes a mixture of right hands, chops and kicks. Dan Black tries to help out his partner only to have Stephen Joseph enter the fray and irish whip him into the corner. AS & SJ climb the second rope and deliver the chestnut of tag team wrestling, as they punch their opponents 10 times on the head. They follow it up by irish whipping T-Bod & Dan towards each other, however, T-Bod leapfrogs over Dan and charges towards SJ who casually back bodydrops T-Bod over the top rope while AS hip-tosses Dan over the top. JR Shades of the Rock 'N' Roll Express, great tag team wrestling. Great tag team wrestling, yes. But against the rules. The referee orders SJ out of the ring. While doing so, T-Bod sneaks up behind AS, baseball bat in hand, and breaks it across his back. AS goes down in major pain. JR How the hell did T-Bod get a baseball bat? He must of had that planted earlier today. I know he and Dan Black arrived together at 8 a.m., I saw them ringside while me and the production crew were running over soundchecks and whatnot. AS has not gotten up yet. The referee has suspended action and has called for help from the back. Anglesault's insides must be screaming in pain, wondering 'what the hell is happening to us?' EMTs rush to the ring, stretcher right behind them. AS sees the EMTs and waves them off but the referee motions for them anyway. 'Sault screams at the EMTs, he wants no help. Dan Black grabs the mic. DAN We're running a tight ship here, and being that IZ is my show, I am so thrilled to say, just put him on the stretcher and move along. When Dan finishes his comment T-Bod grabs AS's ankles and drags him onto the stretcher, SJ dives over the top rope and lands on T-Bod, punching him in the process. Black nails SJ with the mic then tosses him back into the ring. The EMTs are taking AS, who's cluching his ribs, away; but T-Bod manages to deliver a small package to AS...he punches him in the balls. Like a total badass T-Bod re-enters the ring and hits a high knee to the back of SJ sending him crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. The team of T-Bod/Dan waste no time taking advantage of the situation. Dan connects with a kneedrop from the top rope. Dan chokes out SJ while T-Bod stomps him, the referee is trying to break it up but these guys don't care what he thinks. Dan struts back to his corner where he receives the legal tag. CUT TO: BACKSTAGE We're a few feet away from the ambulance. AS falls off the stretcher. The EMTs help him to his feet, bad mistake. AS slams the male EMT into the ambulance. Then he plants a big kiss on the female EMT, who licks her lips afterwards. She loved it. AS exits the picture then comes back... he kisses the female EMT again. "For luck," he says with a smirk. BACK IN THE RING Two right hands send SJ into Dan's/T-Bod's corner, Dan chokes SJ with his foot until the referee gets him to back away. Like a good tag team will do, T jumps in the ring and stomps a mudhole in Stephen then cooly exits the ring before the referee can turn around and see what was going on. Dan drags SJ towards the center of the ring and walks on his stomach. JR If T-Bod stomped a mudhole in Stephen, then Dan Black's walked it dry. Those boys better finish the job now, AS is on his way back to the ring. Irish whip into the NIGHTSHADE! 1... The crowd ROARS. AS is coming. 2.... KICKOUT! While Dan complains about a slow count, SJ manages to kick him in the groin, Dan's facial expression looks like something out of a Spike TV cartoon. Stephen attempts to make a tag but notices AS isn't there yet. Now he is. "Tag me! I'm right here. Make the tag motherfuc..." Walking around like he has a tampon up his ass, Dan tags in T-Bod who quickly drags SJ away from his corner. AS slams his fists on the turnbuckle pad in frustration. "Shit! You should've tagged me, asshole. Dammit!" Tiger Bomb on SJ. 1.... 2.... NO! Stephen barely, just barely kicked out again. Knee to the gut followed up with a modified Tiger Bomb -- T-Bod double underarm hooks SJ, wraps his right leg around SJ's then rolls back into a pinning postion which only gets a 2. This pisses off Dan & T-Bod. What will it take to put Stephen Joseph away? The crowd stand on their feet. AS is leaving the ring, shaking his head. He watches Dan Black bring a steel chair into the ring on the big-screen above the entranceway. The referee attempts to take away the chair, but when Dan cocks it back like he'll hit him the ref backs off. T-Bod struts on the apron as he sees AS leave. JR No. What are you doin'? Come back, 'Sault. I know him and Stephen aren't the best of friends, but now isn't the time to let that get in the way. The chair is placed near the turnbuckle. T-Bod gets on the chair, Dan picks up SJ and gives him to T. Dan climbs to the top and connects with a modified BLACK BOMB (normal Rock Bottom instead of reverse Rock Bottom) while T-Bod gives SJ a Ron Simmons-like straight down spinebuster. An incredible move that happens at the same time. Must see to believe. The crowd goes crazy.. JR My God! In my 30 plus years in this business I have never, and I mean never, seen such a move. T-Bod covers SJ... 1... 2... A BODY COMES INTO PICTURE, LANDING ON T-BOD! It's ANGLESAULT! He nailed a MOONSAULT aka "Anglesault" to break up the count. JR As God is my witness, I've never seen a man give his mind, body and soul to prevent another man from winning. And folks, trust me had it not been for AS T-Bod would have gotten the pin and the victory for his team. But it came at what price? AS is once again cluching his ribs, and he will for many more months after that. All pain aside, AS sucks it up so he can beat up T-Bod. T-Bone suplex for T-Bod. Dan tries to sneak attack AS, but catches him with an overhead suplex. AS ducks a right hand from Tony, full-nelson suplex. Dan Black is sneaking up on AS. Stephen Joseph climbs to the top. AS turns and sees SJ on the top rope looking right at him, but it's actually towards Dan. AS runs towards Stephen, leaps to the second ropes and sends Stephen in the air with an ARMDRAG. SJ ends up landing on Dan Black! The cover. 1... 2... 3...NO! T-Bod breaks up the count. AS grabs the chair still in the ring and whacks it against T-Bod's leg. AS then swings for the fences much like Tony did to him at Zero Hour, and sends T-Bod through the ropes. JR Like Derek Jeter, AS hits for average not power. That's justice at work, folks. Now on the outside, AS lifts Tony up by his leg ala Ric Flair and drops him over the steel guardrail, driving his knee right onto unforgiving steel. AS yanks on T-Bod's leg before applying the SCREAMS OF NO REPLY! to fans' delight. Back the ring, Dan now has the Adrenalin title in hand. SJ catches him with a kick, belt falls to the canvas, SJ lifts him up in a suplex postion, he's going to attempt the FALLEN ANGEL on the Adrenalin title. Just as SJ was about to go into the Rock Bottom portion of the move, Dan countered it by reversing it into a DDT on the title belt. Dan hooks the leg and uses his leg to hook up SJ's other leg. 1.... 2... 3! * DING DING DING * JR Bullshit! RING ANNOUNCER The winners of the match, the team of Dan Black & T-Bod! CAMERA ON: AS, who lets go of the SONR. He jumps into the ring and spears Dan. The STEEL CAGE begins LOWERING! Not knowing the cage is lowering or isn't bothered by it, Anglesault picks up the weapon of choice for tonight -- the steel chair. Repeatedly AS whacks a fallen Dan Black until T-Bod hobbles into the ring with a chair of his own. AS turns around, he swings his chair...POW! T-Bod was able to hit AS first, causing 'Sault's chair to slam into his own face. SJ gets up -- Adrenaline title smacks him right between the eyes. Dan Black delivered a massive blow with his former championship. Black tears the protective padding off the turnbuckle pad, then drives SJ's head into the exposed steel. Dan jumps ontop of SJ and unleashes a fury of punches. T-Bod just stares at AS, who's lying in a pool of blood. Tony picks him up only to throws him face-first into the cage. Then he whips him to the exposed turnbuckle, followed by an ANGLESLAM and the SCREAMS ON NO REPLY! JR Dan Black & T-Bod are two assholes -- yeah I said assholes -- who deserve a slap in the face. Assholes I tell ya...Assholes! Those two will have hell to pay this Sunday at AngleMania III. The show ends with a split screen of a "fallen angel" Stephen Joseph and AS, blood rushing down his face. ANGLEMANIA III... THIS SUNDAY

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Video package: A white room. Empty. Cold. A door opens in the far wall, revealing a dark doorway. Dan Black steps through it, wearing a jet black suit. Black closes the door and steps into the middle of the ring. Dan raises his arms, and the walls of the room suddenly change...becoming mirrors. Black is reflected over and over, his image everywhere. "Quiet" hits. The screen flickers...to Stephen Joseph trapped in Mystery Eskimo's FrostBite Facelock. Eskimo takes SJ's TV title. Flickers...Stephen Joseph nails a Finality on Eskimo to win the USTV title. Flickers back to Dan grinning sickly in the mirror room. To Eskimo unmasking. To Dan and Alfdogg beating down SJ before Dan gets the pin. Flickers...SJ and Dan Black duke it out in the middle of the ring. To Dan and SJ argueing in Black's office. Flickers...SJ hits a Fallen Angel on Dan...Black hits Pitch Black on SJ. Flickers...to the Artic Freezer match, as SJ plunges the sledgehammer through the freezer onto Dan's head. Flickers...to Dan Black cutting his face with a mirror shard. To the many faces of Stephen Joseph...to the two identities of Dan Black... The flood of images stops on Dan's face, back in the mirror room. The music stops. All we hear is Dan's fast, adrenalin pumped breathing. Voiceover: "Two men. One history. What it all comes down to: Anglemania III"

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As we return, the camera is in Dan Black's office. Dan is talking on his cellphone. BLACK Yeah, the papers should be with you now. This is the last...no, I've taken care of that. The board don't have a clue. It's watertight. Yeah, I appreciate it too. Ok, I have to go, I have another call. JR What? What the heck is Dan plotting now? BLACK Yeah, Black, what is it? Pause. BLACK Watts? The hell do you want? No, I don't have time for meeting. I don't care HOW important it is. I'm the GM going into Anglemania, there's a lot to do. Sorry Bill. No. No. I can't. No. NO! Dan slams the phone down, shaking his head in disgust. He stands, adjusts his tie, and stalks out. JR Somethings going down, folks...rest assured we'll try to get to the bottom of it!

JR Mah gawd that was scary! I fear for Anglesault's safety this sunday! Tony is going to a deep dark place! PRL

Earlier Today PAN around an empty arena. T-BOD (Voice-over) D-E-F-I-A-N-T...Defiant. The 1984 Heritage Dictionary defines "defiant" as: marked by resistance to authority; intentionally provocative. We stop as we see the ring, surrounded by an ominous STEEL CAGE. WIDESHOT: The lights SHUT OFF. T-BOD (CONT'D, V.O.) When God created mankind it was done with love, for the hope of peace. A WHITE SPOTLIGHT beams on T-BOD in mid-ring. T-BOD (CONT'D) But over the course of the last few weeks, what we've seen is unadulterated violence - the personification of "defiant." Two men will have to enter the confines of a cage like some prisoner of war just to prove he's the better man. T-Bod pulls out a TOMATO. T-BOD (grinding tomato into cage) The cage will rip our flesh... (the juice dripping down the cage) Our blood will spill... The tomato is nomore, ripped to shreds. T-Bod looks at the tomato juice on his hands. A sinister smile sweeps across his million dollar face. The lights DIM.

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Black screen. Voiceover: "Once a year, the eyes of the world turn to one place, one time, one event..." A shot of the Earth from space. "Once a year, the finest athletes in the world meet on the biggest stage of them all..." A shot of a packed out arena, fans waving OAOAST signs. "Once a year, dreams are made..." Zack Malibu with the OAOAST title. "And nightmares are born..." Dan Black leering into the camera. "Once a year, the OAOAST is proud to present....Anglemania." Anglemania III. Last stands, first blood. RATM's "Guerilla Radio" hits, and we're on air with another... Cue: Generic Cowboy music Legendary announcer Jim "BAH GAWD" Ross walks out to a surprising POP from the hyped up crowd! JR hurries down and takes his special re-inforced seat at the announce table. JR Good evening everybody! We're just days from Anglemania III, and BAH GAWD am I excited! Tonight we have a HUGE tag match, one of the biggest matches you could ask for in the OAOAST. Its going to be Dan Black and T-Bod taking on Stephen Joseph and Anglesault, and I cant wait! Let's get to the show!

Just to play Devil's Advocate- a 14 year old is hardly paedophilia. That's a teenager, not a child. And 14 is legal in some countries. I've seen comments that RF rapes children and all kinds of things on this board. Just to clarify, I dont feel sorry for him, he's an immoral idiot and I'll be glad when he's gone from RoH.

London could be awesome on the ECW brand. RVD-London would be a fun match.

A decent torrent site is here

Some of my favourites would be Seamus Heaney, Robert Lowell and John Berryman. Berryman's "Dream Songs" are a real trip.

If you dont mind your ??s being in active guys theres plenty of IZ characters you could use. This has been announced for months, but: The Final Showdown; House of Glass: OAOAST Adrenalin Championship Stephen Joseph vs. Dan Black

Thanks PRL, I was meaning to put a thread up. I believe we have a great match to go into AM with: Stephen Joseph & Anglesault vs. Tony "The Body" & Dan Black

Walsall lost too which is good news for Forest and Derby. Is the game on Sky this weekend?

RING ANNOUNCER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title match, it is set for one fall. Introducing first, the special guest referee, he is the General Manager of IZ, Dan Black! JR What? Who the hell allowed that? Dan must've booked himself as the guest referee. Stephen Joseph is in trouble...big trouble. No way he can overcome this. "Quiet" hits. Dan Black appears in his referee's shirt looking confident. * RING, RING * JR Look at the arrogance of the General Manager of IZ, taking a personal call on business hours. Dan answers his cellphone, the look of confidence quickly turns into one of concern. Whoever was on the other line told Dan something he didn't like. JR I wonder what Dan is being told. For the last few weeks he's been getting phone calls, he won't answer questions about what's going on, but it clearly is having some effect on his ability running IZ. The stress must be amazing, considering he has his own problems with Stephen Joseph. "Simply Ravishing" RING ANNOUNCER Making his way to the ring, from one of his many mansions around the World, the self-proclaimed 'real' Mr. OAOAST, T-Bod! T-Bod enters the ring and flashes a thumbs up to Dan, who just looks on with a stone face. "Aww Naw" RING ANNOUNCER His opponent, he is the OAOAST Adrenaline champion, Stephen Joseph! Stephen rushes to the ring and immediately goes after Tony, he knows tonight's match won't be easy thanks to Dan Black naming himself guest referee. * DING DING DING * Thumb to the eye slows down SJ's offensive attack. Tony irish whips him into the turnbuckle, where he delivers a few knife-edge chops before biting Stephen on the head. Surprisingly Dan pulls Tony back, making T-Bod wondering what's going on. JR These guys have obviously worked out some plan to make it look like there isn't some screwjob in the making, but nobody expects Dan to call it down the middle when things get heated. Bodyslam is followed up with a couple of elbows to the heart. Tony goes back into the corner and delivers a Ric Flair-like kneedrop. Cover. 1... 2... Stephen kicks out. Tony pounds the foreheard of SJ then begins choking him, which again causes Dan to break it up. Tony shrugs his shoulders, he doesn't know what's going on. He gets face-to-face with Dan and asks him what's going on, Dan justs throws his hands in the air and tells T-Bod, "Keep the action flowing." JR Maybe there is something to Dan calling this match down the middle. You would think this is leading to something big happening at the end, but maybe, just maybe we might have a good clean match. While Tony was talking things over with Dan, it gave Stephen enough time to get air back into his body and he starts unleashing a fury of right hands, kicks and chops, stunning the artist formerly known as Tony "The Body". Standing dropkick. 1-2-kickout. Clothesline. Another cover. 1-2-another kickout. Small package. 1... 2... T-Bod reverses it. 1... 2... Kickout. Stephen counters a right hand into a backslide. 1... 2... NO! Tony charges towards SJ, who ducks a clothesline. Tony ducks one from SJ as well. SJ ducks down, leapfrog by Tony, SJ goes down to the mat and attempts a leapfrog of his own which is countered into the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! JR Whatacounter! 1...2...3--NO! T-Bod pounds his fist on the mat in frustration. He looks at Dan and quickly slaps his hand 3 times, telling the General Manger of IZ, count faster. Something was planned for this match, but plans have clearly changed. Tony climbs to the top rope but is caught by SJ and is bodyslammed to the canvas. Now Stephen heads to the top, Tony is slowly getting up, he turns around -- FLYING CROSSBODY BLOCK. 1... 2... Dan stops counting. Stephen gets up and now he's face to face with Dan, who tells him T-Bod got the shoulder up, replay shows he didn't. SJ points at the IZtron and grabs Dan by his shirt collar. Outside the ring Tony has grabbed his version of the sledgehammer -- the steel chair. He re-enters the ring and takes a swing at Stephen who ducks, it's going to nail Dan -- NO, he ducks as well, the chair bounces back off the ropes and hits Tony on the head! He stumbles around the ring, his legs are about to give out. Stephen grabs T-Bod and nails him with a tombstone piledriver. SJ with the cover, Dan searches around the ring, he doesn't want to make the count. SJ goes right back in Dan's face. Dan answers his cellphone again, apparently he got another call from whomever. SJ attempts to grab the cellphone to see who it is, but Dan takes a swing, Joseph ducks and clotheslines him over the top rope. When he turns around Stephen gets caught with a kick to the groin. Crouching down, T-Bod sticks Stephen's head between his theighs and lifts him up -- CRADLE PILEDRIVER on the STEEL CHAIR. Tony with the cover... The crowd goes wild. JR It's Anglesault! Anglesault is on his way to the ring, steel chair in hand. Oh my! Tony doesn't know AS is behind him, he thinks the cheers are for him. He's actually blowing kisses to the crowd. He's touched by their applause. When there's no count T-Bod gets up and shouts "Dan!" He looks around but doesn't see Dan. Tony takes a step back and is bumped by a body, thinking it's Dan he motions for him to make the count -- AS spins Tony around, he ducks...Stephen gets whacked by the STEEL CHAIR. His eyes widen, T-Bod looks at AS who's clam as can be. T-Bod with the cover. AS goes down for the count!... 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING * AS gets up, takes off his sweatshirt to reveal -- A REFEREE'S SHIRT! Then he cooly exits the ring and heads for the back. No emotion. From the ring, T-Bod stares at AS. He then goes outside to help Dan up. JR I don't believe this. W-What's goin' on here? Anglesault, apparently came in the ring to help Stephen -- well maybe he wasn't trying to help directly, but indirectly he was. 'Sault spun T-Bod around, he was gonna hit 'em with the chair, T-Bod ducked and Stephen ended up getting nailed. What's even more puzzling was the fact AS made the 3 count. Why? RING ANNOUNCER The winner of the match...T-Bod! JESSE I have no idea Jim Ross. But why did the timekeeper accept AS's call? Somebody had to OK Anglesault for him to have say in the outcome. Stephen did have it comin', though. C'mon, you tellin' me you didn't enjoy seeing him get hammer by the chair. Thousands of people around the world cheered to that. J.R. I-I don't understand. But folks, we're just under 2 weeks from AM3, we're out of time, tune in next week for the final leg of the road to AM! For Jesse, I'm Jim Ross! Good night!

::The camera cuts to the backstage area. The camera shows Vitamin X, Colombian Heat, Cuban Wall, and Thomas Rodriguez are all kneeling behind a black blanket sheet. A silhouette of someone is shown on the sheet. They are all talking quietly thinking of an attack. The crowd boos loudly.:: JR: Now what? Vitamin X (quietly): Okay. I think this is it. I think we have found the real Mad Cappa. That MUST be him behind that sheet! Cuban Wall (quietly): Ha! Ha! Oh, Cappa boy couldn’t hide out from us for long could he? Thomas Rodriguez (quietly): The boss is gonna LOVE us bringing in The Mad Cappa to him. We’ll beat his ass and then bring him to PRL. He’ll probably shower us with praise and maybe even pay us more than usual. Vitamin X: Now hold on. Don’t think that for even a second. PRL pays you guys through my savings account. I am NOT giving you guys more money! Colombian Heat: Now that is wack! Me want tha Bling-Bling, ya dig? Vitamin X: Shut up. Colombian Heat: Okay. Vitamin X: Okay. This is it. On the count of three we attack. Ready. 1. Cuban Wall: 2. Colombian Heat: 7. Thomas Rodriguez: What? 7? Colombian Heat: Yeah. Isn’t that what comes right after 2? 1,2,7? Cuban Wall: You little— Vitamin X: NOT NOW! THREE! ::Vitamin X opens the sheet and attacks. He yells out a battle cry and jumps up to attack the silhouette. Colombian Heat, Cuban Wall, and Thomas Rodriguez stop in their tracks, while Vitamin X beats on what turns out to be a cardboard cutout of The Mad Cappa. The crowd laughs as X punches the cardboard head screaming.:: Vitamin X: TAKE THAT YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY BOSS! YOU BASTARD! Cuban Wall: Um, X. Vitamin X: I’M GOING TO RIP YOU APART!!! I’M GOING TO—TO—TO… ::The crowd is laughing. Vitamin X rips the head off the cardboard cutout of The Mad Cappa and follows with the right arm. Vitamin X stops and stares for a minute. Wall, Heat, and Rodriguez give him odd looks.:: Colombian Heat: And you think I’M dumb? ::Vitamin X rips the cardboard cutout of Cappa in half and throws it onto the ground and spits on it. He yells at the cardboard and then storms off.:: Vitamin X: DAMNIT! COME ON LET’S GO!!! DAMNIT! DAMNIT!!! ::Cuban Wall, Thomas Rodriguez, and Colombian Heat follow. The crowd cheers. The camera does a close-up of the broken cardboard cutout of Cappa.:: JR: Not a good start for The Lightning Crew. Not a good start at all. We’ll be right back after this! ::FADE OUT:: ::COMMERCIALS:: ____________________________________________________________________ ::The camera cuts to the backstage area. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as Puerto Rican Lightning with the Puerto Rican Championship belt over his left shoulder, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing her hair down, hoop earrings, a white hat, pink and black tube top, a necklace, wrist bands, a white skirt, white knee high socks, and black shoes, Spanish Fly, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, and Mr. Boricua look for The Mad Cappa. Boricua is eating some food. Suddenly, Lindsay hears noise from a janitor’s closet. Her face lights up with happiness as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool is heard from the janitor’s closet. The crowd cheers. She taps PRL’s shoulder and tells him to quickly go to the janitor’s closet.:: Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Pssst. Pssst. Honey, honey. P.R. P.R.! He’s in there! The Mad Cappa is in there! He is in the janitor’s closet! We’ve found him! We’ve finally found him! Puerto Rican Lightning: We found The Mad Cappa? You sure! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Yes, I’m positive! He’s in there. He’s listening to his stupid entrance song! Puerto Rican Lightning: Heh, even I’M surprised that Cappa can’t afford a decent dressing room and has to use a janitor’s closet. On second thought, I was talking about Goldberg. Cappa deserves a janitor’s closet, because he doesn’t deserve a quality one! Spanish Fly: Well, go in there, man! PROTOTYPE: KICK HIS ASS, P.R.! Mr. Boricua: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Tha Puerto Rican: HA! HA! THIS IS PERFECT! We go in there, and ambush his dressing room while he’s listening to his stupid theme song! HA! HA! All right! Let’s do this! Ready! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: I’m ready and willing, baby. PRL: That’s good. Spanish Fly? Spanish Fly: Ready, boss. PRL: Sweet. PROTOTYPE? PROTOTYPE: Whatever you say, boss. PRL: Excellent. Boricua? Mr. Boricua: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Puerto Rican Lightning: I’ll take that as a yes. All right. Ready. On three. ::Puerto Rican Lightning, Mr. Boricua, Spanish Fly, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, and Mr. Boricua all kneel next to the door. PRL counts them off.:: PRL (quietly): 1.2.3!!! ::PRL opens the janitor’s closet. He yells and laughs evilly. However, his smile and laugh quickly fades as the camera reveals that The Mad Cappa is not in the janitor’s closet. The crowd cheers as a stereo plays “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)”, and is sitting on a stool. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The 5 LC members are frustrated. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez rubs her head. Spanish Fly and PROTOTYPE groan. PRL sneers at the stereo and grunts.:: Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Great. Now what? ::Puerto Rican Lightning and Mr. Boricua head into the janitor’s closet and grab the stereo which is still playing The Mad Cappa’s entrance song. PRL and Mr. Boricua yell and scream. They walk out of the janitor’s closet with the stereo.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: I’VE…HAD…JUST…ABOUT…ENOUGH…OF…THIS…CRAP!!! ::Puerto Rican Lightning and Mr. Boricua throw the stereo to the concrete floor smashing it into pieces. The CD falls out and slides onto the floor. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” stops playing. The crowd boos loudly. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Mr. Boricua yells and snorts and cracks his knuckles. The Lightning Crew all stand frustrated.:: PRL: UGH!!! HE’S DONE IT AGAIN!!! IT’S THOSE STUPID MIND GAMES!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS TRYING TO MESS WITH ME!!! HE’S TRYING TO MAKE ME CRAZY!!! TRYING TO MAKE ME SNAP!!! WELL IT’S NOT WORKING!!! YOU HEARD THAT!!! ALL THIS MIND GAMES!!! IT’S NOT WORKING!!! IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN YOU WOULD COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND FIGHT ME!!! YOU HEARD THAT!!! YOU MAKE ME SICK!!! UGH!!! COME ON!!! HE’S GOTTA BE HERE SOMEWHERE!!! ANYWHERE!!! WE’LL FIND HIM!!! MARK MY WORDS!!! WE WILL FIND HIM!!! UGH!!! ::Puerto Rican Lightning, furious, leaves along with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Mr. Boricua, Spanish Fly, and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member. The camera does a close-up of the broken disk as the scene fades to black.:: ::FADE TO BLACK:: ::The camera cuts to the backstage area once again, except in a different part of said backstage area. The crowd boos again loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS!” as Vitamin X is shown speaking on his cell phone. Colombian Heat is looking at the ceiling. Cuban Wall is shadow boxing. Thomas Rodriguez is lying on a wall.:: Colombian Heat: It’s so beautiful. Vitamin X: Have you tried looking? Nope. We haven’t found him either. We’ve found traces of him in this arena, but we have yet to find the actual Mad Cappa in this building yet. We’ll keep on looking, P.R. We will not let you down. Trust me. Failure is not an option. We’ll find him. Don’t worry. Okay. Later. Bye. ::X hangs up his cell phone.:: Vitamin X: Okay, guys. PRL has yet to find The Mad Cappa. But we DO know that he is in the building base on what we’ve found. The dartboard. The photos. The cardboard cutout. The music. The Mad Cappa is DEFINTLEY here in this building! Cuban Wall: But where? We have yet to find him at all? For all we know, he could have planted all of this and then left the arena. Vitamin X: Then that would make him a bigger coward then he already is. But I’ve got a tinkling feeling that he is here somewhere. I’ve got a feeling he is still here somewhere. I’ve got— ::Suddenly, a beer can hits Vitamin X’s right foot. Vitamin X picks it up, and a smile appears on his face. Another beer can rolls next to him. Then two more. Cuban Wall, Colombian Heat, and Thomas Rodriguez all smile and laugh evilly. Vitamin X follows the rolling beer cans to an unmarked door. The Lightning Crew members laugh evilly as the crowd boos.:: Vitamin X: Ha! HA! I think we found the right spot. Cuban Wall: Yes! The Mad Cappa is here! And he is throwing beer cans in our direction so that he can attack us and take us out! Well, CRAPPA, there are 4 of us and only 1 of you. So, WE will be the last ones standing! Colombian Heat: YEAAHHHH BOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! I’m feeling this one, G! I got a sixth sense about this! Thomas Rodriguez: It’s time to surprise The Mad Cappa and end this once and for all. Vitamin X: Guys, I am ready. On three. ::Colombian Heat, Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, and Thomas Rodriguez all kneel infront of the unmarked door. The crowd boos loudly as they plan to attack.:: Vitamin X: Here we go. 1.2.3! ::Vitamin X opens the unmarked door.:: Vitamin X: TAKE THIS YOU SON OF A---AAAHHHHHH!!!! WHOAAA!!! AAAHHHH!!!! ::The door opens, and a bunch of beer cans are released onto the floor. Cuban Wall, Thomas Rodriguez, and Colombian Heat all stand back as Vitamin X slips on the beer cans and falls on his BUTT. The crowd laughs as X struggles to get up with more beer cans falling and falling.:: Vitamin X: HELP! HELP! HELP! ::Finally, the beer cans stop. Vitamin X slips and lands on his BUTT again as the crowd cheers. Cuban Wall helps Vitamin X up, who is a little dazed, angry, and sad. He nearly slips on one of the beer cans, but holds onto Cuban Wall. Wall, Rodriguez, and Heat all stand there worry. Vitamin X yells.:: Vitamin X: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STANDING THERE?!! WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP ME?!!! ::Vitamin X storms off, nearly slipping. The crowd laughs. Vitamin X curses.:: Vitamin X: DAMNIT!!! DAMNIT!!! DAMNIT!!! DAMNIT!!! I COULD HAVE GOTTEN MY SUIT WET!!! AND THIS IS THE GOOD ONE TOO!!! THE BLUE ONE WITH THE BLACK DRESS PANTS AND BLACK SHOES!!! DON’T MAKE ME TAKE OFF MY ROLEX AND KICK ALL YOUR ASSES!!! COME ON LET’S GO!!! DAMNIT!!! DAMN!!! DAMNIT!!! ::Colombian Heat, Cuban Wall, Thomas Rodriguez, and Vitamin X leave. The crowd cheers and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The camera does a close-up of the beer cans.:: ::FADE OUT:: ::The camera cuts to the bathroom. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The crowd boos The Lightning Crew members viciously. Puerto Rican Lightning, Mr. Boricua, PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member, and Spanish Fly are all in the men’s bathroom. Flushing is heard. Puerto Rican Lightning is talking on his cell phone and is without the Puerto Rican Championship belt. The other LC members wait to use the stalls.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: So, you have yet to find Mad CRAPPA yet, huh? Hmmm. You gotta be kidding me! Ugh. You slipped on a bunch of beer cans? What the? That bastard Cappa is just asking for trouble isn’t he? What are you waiting for? I ORDER you to continue searching for The Mad CRAPPA! He’s here! You WILL find him. I can feel it. I can feel it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! UGH. Goodbye. ::PRL hangs up his cellphone.:: PRL: DAMNIT! Vitamin X, Colombian Heat, Thomas Rodriguez, and Cuban Wall haven’t found Cappa yet! Ugh! Well, we have to continue our search! We will find CAPPA! ::Suddenly, PROTOTYPE has a happy smile on his face. He taps PRL’s right shoulder.:: PROTOTYPE: Boss. PRL: When we find him, we will annihilate him! PROTOTYPE: Boss. PRL: When we find him, we will crush him. PROTOTYPE: Boss. PRL: When we find him, we will make him bleed AGAIN! PROTOTYPE: BOSS!!! PRL: WHAT? PROTOTYPE (QUIETLY): The Mad Cappa is right infront of us. PRL: WHAT? PROTOTYPE: YES! You see that guy? ::PROTOTYPE points to a man using a stall. He is a white male who is the same height and weight as Mad Cappa. He also has the same color hair and is wearing a white t-shirt, baggy blue shorts, and tennis sneakers. The crowd boos loudly.:: PROTOTYPE: THAT’S MAD CAPPA! TRUST ME! THAT IS ACTUALLY HIM! PRL: Are you sure? PROTOTYPE: YES! POSITIVE! WHEN HAVE I BEEN WRONG? Spanish Fly: Um, boss. Do you really think this is a good idea? PRL: Hmmm. PROTOTYPE: TRUST ME! PRL: Well…okay! PROTOTYPE: Oh boy. Spanish Fly: Okay then. ::Puerto Rican Lightning and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member slowly creep over to the man. He is just flushing the stall when PRL counts.:: PRL (Quietly): 1..2…3!!! ::Puerto Rican Lightning and PROTOTYPE grab the man and slam him into a wall. The crowd pops, as the man is not the real Mad Cappa. The man is in fear as PROTOTYPE yells grunts choking the man! PRL yells and slaps his forehead four times.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!!! WHO ARE YOU? Man: I WORK HERE!!! Puerto Rican Lightning: WELL, YOU’RE FIRED!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!! ::PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member throws The Mad Cappa look-a-like out of the bathroom. PRL trashtalks him as the crowd laughs. Lightning pulls at his long hair and screams. He slaps his forehead 4 times as PROTOTYPE yells.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: OKAY!!! THIS IS IT!!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE STUPID MIND GAMES!!! THEY ARE MAKING ME SICK TO MY STOMACH!!! I’VE HAD AS MUCH AS I CAN TAKE FROM THE MAD CRAPPA!!! GOD, HE MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ::Suddenly, PRL’s two way pager rings. PRL stops in his tracks.:: PRL: Hold on, let me get this. ::The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as he checks his two-way pager. He becomes enraged as the camera shows what the pager saids “TMC-THE MAD CAPPA IS COMING.” The crowd cheers loudly as PRL throws his two-way pager at a wall causing it to break. He screams.:: PRL: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THIS IS NOT TRUE!!! THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS NOT COMING BACK!!! THIS IS ALL A LIE!!! THIS IS ALL MIND GAMES!!! THIS CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT BE TRUE!!! THAT DOES IT!!! PROTOTYPE, YOU GOT A MATCH NEXT!!! GET READY!!! I’M COMING WITH YOU JUST IN CASE CAPPA TRIES ANYTHING FUNNY!!! UGHHHHHH!!!!! ::Tha Puerto Rican and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member leave the bathroom. The crowd is going crazy chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as the camera shows the broken two-way pager.:: JR: PROTOTYPE is wrestling next! And where is the real Mad Cappa? Where could he possibly be?! ::FADE OUT:: ::Cut to the ring with Gary Michael Cappatetta:: *DING DING DING* Gary Michael Cappatetta: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheldued for one fall. Introducing first... ::The lights go down in the arena as a deep, slow voiced man saids “LIGHTNING CREW.” The crowd starts booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as the opening violin of “No Chance In Hell” is heard. A lightning bolt hits the entrance. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds begins playing.:: *No Chance (No Chance) That’s What Ya Got (Ha, Ha, Ha Yeah)* ::The crowd is booing loudly and throwing garbage as the lights flicker on and off in the arena as the Lightning Crew logo appears on the floor. Fog fills up the entrance while the crowd continues booing.:: *We’re up against No machine too strong (Too strong) Pussy politicians Buying souls for us Are…PUPPETS! (Puppets!)* ::Suddenly, the boos become even louder and more vicious as PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member comes out through the curtain along with Puerto Rican Lightning right next to him. PROTOTYPE looks straight into the ring as PRL looks at the crowd and sneers. He flips the crowd off and trash talks at them. He spits in their direction as garbage is thrown and then orders PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member to walk to the ring. PROTOTYPE walks slowly to the ring with a single spotlight on him the whole time. PRL yells at PROTOTYPE to “Unleash the demon inside! UNLEASH THE DEMON INSIDE! UNLEASH THE DEMON INSIDE!!!” The crowd continues booing and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds continues playing.:: *But will find their place in line (In line) But tie a string around your Finger now boy cuz… Cuz, it’s just a matter of time Cuz, you’ve got…NO CHANCE (You’ve got no chance) NO CHANCE IN HELL! You’ve got…NO CHANCE (Yeah, yeah, yeah) NO CHANCE IN HELL!! (No Chance In Hell)* Gary Michael Cappatetta: Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. Accompanying to the ring by the Puerto Rican Champion and leader of The Lightning Crew, Puerto Rican Lightning. Weighing in at 215 lbs. From parts unknown. PROTOTYPE: The PEFECT LIGHTNING CREWWWWWW MEMMMMBBBBBBEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! ::The crowd boos loudly. They still chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The camera cuts to PROTOTYPE’S opponent that is already in the ring. He is a short white young male with a black mole hawk, brown eyes, a pierced left ear, and a brown goatee. He is wearing black elbow pads; black taped wrists, long black tights, a black tanktop, and black boots. He is staring at PROTOTYPE with a cocky look as PROTOTYPE continues his walk to the ring. He sneers at his opponent and gets hit with a cup of beer.:: GMC: And his opponent, weighing in at 203 lbs. From Boston, Massachutesetts. Jake “The Hammer” SLAMMMMEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! ::Jake “The Hammer” Slammer raises his hands, but gets minimal response. He acts cocky in the ring.:: JR: PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member is wrestling once again. It’s been 2 weeks since we’ve seen The Mad Cappa, but PRL has been encountering mind games all night long. I think it is safe to say that he is not in a good mood tonight after what’s been happening during this show. These “mind games” by Mad Cappa, have left The Lightning Crew flustered. They have no idea what Mad Cappa is planning on doing next, but one thing is for sure, Cappa IS in the building tonight. Question is when will he actually appear? *You’ve got…NO CHANCE (Got no chance) NO CHANCE IN HELL! You’ve got…NO CHANCE! (No Chance) NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!! (Yeah!)* ::PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member continues his walk to the ring. PRL yells at PROTOTYPE telling him to attack. PROTOTYPE gets on the ring apron and fireworks explode. His big cold black eyes stare right through Jake “The Hammer” Slammer. He enters the ring and walks around in it. Puerto Rican Lightning laughs evilly as the crowd continues booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL sneers at the crowd and trashtalks with some fans and then makes his way to the announcer’s table. PROTOTYPE stares at Jake Slammer.:: *Come on Come on Come and get it (Come and get it) Come on (Come on) Come on Come on Come and get it (Come and get it) Come on (Come on)* JR: And now it looks like Puerto Rican Lightning will be making his way…oh no, he’s going to be here with me in the commentary table. Puerto Rican Lightning: Don’t try anything stupid, JR. I am NOT in the mood after what’s been happening tonight. The best for you to do were to leave me alone. I am NOT in the mood to tolerate you, Jim Ross. JR: Believe me, P.R. I am not too glad to be having to share this commentary table with you. PRL: Well, I guess we can agree to disagree on this one. JR: PROTOTYPE is wrestling his 3rd match here in the OaOasT. The last time we saw him compete he dominated his opponent. And now he is taking on Jake “The Hammer” Slammer, who is making his IntenseZone debut tonight. Puerto Rican Lightning: This will be his ONLY IntenseZone match after PROTOTYPE gets through with him! ::The lights go back in the arena as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds stops playing. PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member stares at Jake “The Hammer” Slammer. The referee brings both men together. PROTOTYPE stares a hole, showing no emotion. Not smiling, sneering, or yelling. Just silent. Jake Slammer shows some fear, but tries to stay strong. The crowd has quitted down.:: JR: And here we go! PRL: This is going to be great. PROTOTYPE will once again destroy his competition. This will be a great moment. PROTOTYPE will show once again, why he is the very best. He will show why he is unstoppable! I can’t wait! *DING DING DING* PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member vs. Jake “The Hammer” Slammer (with Puerto Rican Lightning on commentary): The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member and Jake “The Hammer” Slammer circle each other. JR: Each man is psyching the other out. PRL: Jake Slammer is afraid of PROTOTYPE. You can see the fear in his eyes. He is terrified of facing MY creation. He is terrified of being put in the PROTOPLEX. He is afraid of suffering the PERFECT Finishing Maneaveaur. No mortal man has what it takes to beat PROTOTYPE one on one. PROTOTYPE is unstoppable. The crowd continues booing. PROTOTYPE and Slammer lock up. Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena. The crowd cheers loudly and takes pictures. The arena is now dark with the crowd cheering. JR: What? What the? What the hell? The—the—the lights are out. What’s going on? What the hell is this? Puerto Rican Lightning: WHAT? Why now? Did someone accidentally turn off the lights? Did someone forget to pay electricity? JR: Fans please bear with us. The lights have gone out for some reason. And---and—apparently. Apparently. Something is going on in the ring. PRL: What? What’s going on in the ring? What are you talking about? WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE RING? PROTOTYPE is in the ring. What is going on? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? ::A lightning bolt hits the entrance. The crowd pops. Another lightning bolt hits the entrance. Another. And then another. The crowd is cheering madly.:: JR: Now, what is going on? A—what—lightning bolts have just hit the entrance for some odd reason. 4 lightning bolts have hit the entrance, BAWD GAWD~! But, lightning bolts are apart of Puerto Rican Lightning’s entrance. PRL: That’s right, they’re apart of my entrance! Something screwy is going on here. What the hell is this? What’s going on, Jim Ross? JR: Believe me. I have no idea. ::The crowd is buzzing. Some are chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The arena is still dark, when suddenly, the opening trumpet blare for “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool starts playing. The crowd explodes.:: JR: Oh my. PRL: Oh God. Oh My God. NO! No! It can’t be! JR: It’s possible. Could it be? PRL: NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP JR! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING AT ALL! THIS IS ALL MIND GAMES!!! THIS IS ALL MIND GAMES!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS SCREWING WITH MY HEAD!!! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS NOT HERE!!! I TOOK CARE OF HIM AT ZERO HOUR!!! HE IS NOT HERE!!! HE IS NOT HERE IN THIS ARENA!!! THIS IS ALL IN MY HEAD!!! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME! DAMNIT!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS NOT HERE!!! ::The song stops. The crowd is still buzzing.:: JR: The song stopped. But---what—well, I have no idea what to make of any of this. Is this more of the mind games? More of what we’ve seen all night? This is all just mind games? Is this all true? Puerto Rican Lightning: SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. ::The crowd is still buzzing. Suddenly, the lights go back in the arena. The crowd is still cheering as PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member is lying on the mat unconscious. The crowd pops loudly as the camera does a close-up of PROTOTYPE’S knocked out face. Jake “The Hammer” Slammer leaves the ring, forfeiting the match, freaked out by what he saw. He saids to the camera “This is some weird poltergeist shit going on.” As he walks to the entrance.:: JR: What? And now. And now PROTOTYPE is knocked out! PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member is in the ring unconscious! Did Jake Slammer do this? Puerto Rican Lightning: No you idiot! Jake just left the ring. He saw something. He saw someone do this. But who? PROTOTYPE! PROTOTYPE MY FRIEND! WHAT IS GOING ON!!! ::The crowd is cheering loudly and chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as Puerto Rican Lightning puts down his headset and heads into the ring. The crowd boos him loudly, but PRL flips them off and heads over to PROTOTYPE. He is crying and checking on him, slapping his face, but PROTOTYPE is still unconscious. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as Lightning cries and tries to get PROTOTYPE to wake up. He soon does, and tries to speak to him, but PROTOTYPE is dazed.:: JR: This. This is certainly interesting what we’re seeing right now. PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member is knocked out by someone. We have no idea who. Lightning bolts have hit the entrance. We just heard The Mad Cappa’s entrance music. This is just more of the mind games that we’ve seen all night. The Mad Cappa has been doing this to rile PRL up before their match for the Puerto Rican Championship at AngleMania III with Cappa’s career on the line. We haven’t seen The Mad Cappa since Zero Hour: Night of the X 2 weeks ago, where The Lightning Crew viciously assaulted him after the contract signing. PRL was confidant Cappa wouldn’t even make it to AngleMania III, but we’ve heard rumors that Cappa is in the building. This is without a doubt, the most unusual mind games of them all. PRL is trying to wake PROTOTYPE up. ::Lightning cries and finally gets PROTOTYPE up. The rest of The Lightning Crew all walk to the ring with worried looks on their faces. Puerto Rican Lightning stands in the ring worried, crying, and biting his nails. He asks The Lightning Crew if they know anything about who attacked PROTOTYPE, but they are just as clueless. PRL saids “MAD CAPPA!” and searches the ring for him. Vitamin X looks underneath the ring while the crowd chants “ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!” Colombian Heat looks at the rafters, while Mr. Boricua and Thomas Rodriguez search the ringside area. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez tries to calm PRL down.:: JR: And now, the rest of The Lightning Crew is out here. They have no idea what they just saw. The Lightning Crew is searching, hoping to find anything related to The Mad Cappa. He seems to be responsible for this. But he has now disappeared. Where did he go? ::The crowd boos loudly and throws garbage into the ring. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as The Lightning Crew all look around the arena for The Mad Cappa. He is nowhere to be found. The crowd then chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” P.R. is shaking in his boots.:: JR: I think the mind games have finally gotten to PRL. He seems more crazy then usual. He is paranoid. He does not know where The Mad Cappa will strike next. ::PRL orders Colombian Heat to look for The Mad Cappa. Suddenly, the lights go down in the arena again. The crowd pops loudly again. PRL Freaks out.:: JR: And it’s happening again! What is going on? ::Sounds of thunder are heard throughout the arena. The crowd goes silent as it begins raining on Puerto Rican Lightning and The Lightning Crew. Lightning cannot believe what he is seeing. He begins to cry again. The Lightning Crew are all amazed.:: JR: BAWD GAWD it’s raining! It’s actually raining in the arena! This is certainly interesting. What? What the hell am I seeing? It’s actually raining in this arena. ::The crowd is cheering while it continues raining. Sounds of thunder are heard with The Lightning Crew are soaked and wet. The camera does a close-up of PRL, who is frightened. The AngleTron shows thunder and lightning. The crowd cheers loudly. They then go silent. PRL is furious.:: JR: Now what? ::The camera focuses on the AngleTron as a video begins playing. Ominous music plays, along with the sounds of thunder and lightning. The camera does a pan of empty streets. Rain drops from the sky as the ominous music continues playing. The camera continues shooting the streets when images of Puerto Rican Lightning appear. An image of Puerto Rican Lightning smiling evilly appears on a graffiti covered wall. The camera pans up to reveal The Mad Cappa standing next to the wall. The crowd pops loudly. Cappa is not smiling, but is standing in the rain silent. He walks away. The camera then cuts to a broken window. Another image of Puerto Rican Lightning appears, this time of him with Lauren Gellar. The image disappears as a silhouette of The Mad Cappa is shown. Image after image of Puerto Rican Lightning appear quickly. They are sped up and are all of PRL smiling evilly. The camera cuts to an image of clouds with thunder and lightning. Cut to:: “FOR ONE YEAR HE HAS BEEN UNSTOPPABLE.” ::Another image of Puerto Rican Lightning appears. The camera does a close-up of Cappa’s rain soaked face. Cut to:: “FOR ONE YEAR HE HAS COMMITTED EVIL.” ::PRL crushing The Mad Cappa’s larynx with a ringbell is shown. It is shown from different angles, close-ups and fade-outs. The Lightning Crew beating on The Mad Cappa at Zero Hour: Night of the X is also shown. Ominous music continues playing. Cut to:: “FOR ONE YEAR HE HAS GONE UNHARMED.” ::The camera shows the rain. It turns to The Mad Cappa who is shown looking from a window in a broken down warehouse. He leaps off and lands in the warehouse. The camera does a close-up of his feet. His feet are standing right next to a photo of Puerto Rican Lightning. The Mad Cappa steps on the photo. Cut to:: “AT ANGLEMANIA III.” ::The Mad Cappa gets up and walks away. Another image of Puerto Rican Lightning smiling evilly is shown as the rain and ominous music continues. Cut to:: “HE WILL GET HIS COMEUPPANCE.” ::Thunder and lightning are heard. The camera cuts to Puerto Rican Lightning smiling in the cloudy skies. A demon laugh is heard. Cut to:: “HE WILL GET WHAT HE DESERVES.” ::The camera does a close-up of The Mad Cappa. The camera zooms out to show The Mad Cappa staring into the camera with an angry look on his face. The sound of him breathing is heard. Cut to:: “PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING VS. THE MAD CAPPA FOR THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP. CAREER VS. TITLE.” ::The AngleMania III logo is shown in the clouds. Thunder and lightning is still heard. Cut to.:: “PAYBACKS ARE HELL.” ::The last image is of The Mad Cappa staring at the camera. The ominous music stops as the video ends. The rain, thunder, and lightning have stopped in the arena. The lights go back in the arena while the crowd cheers. They chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as The Lightning Crew all stand in the ring wondering what to do now.:: JR: A cryptic message left by obviously The Mad Cappa. “Paybacks Are Hell.” That seems to be the underlying message in all of this. The Mad Cappa is promising revenge on Puerto Rican Lightning for nearly ending his career last year and I, for one, cannot wait for AngleMania III. ::The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as PRL lies in the ring worried. Suddenly, the opening trumpet blare causes the crowd to stand up. They explode with cheers as The Lightning Crew all stand in fear. PRL freaks out. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing. The lights go out in the arena while spotlights circle the arena. Some fans dance to the beat while all chant “GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!”:: JR: NO! COULD IT BE? COULD IT QUITE POSSIBLY BE TRUE? IS THE MAD CAPPA HERE? IS THE MAD CAPPA HERE IN THE ARENA? IS HE COMING OUT! IS HE HERE? COULD IT POSSIBLY BE? ::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” continues playing as the spotlights continue circling the arena. A single spotlight stops in the center of the entrance. However, no one appears. The crowd boos loudly, as The Lightning Crew all wonder what is happening now. Suddenly, someone comes out. The crowd boos however, as this man is wearing a Mad Cappa mask, a white t-shirt, blue baggy jeans and sneakers. He is about the same size and weight as The Mad Cappa and is also white. The crowd boos as this man dressed as The Mad Cappa makes his way into the ring. They chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool stops playing. The Lightning Crew all breathe in a sigh of relief as the fake Mad Cappa walks into the ring. The Lightning Crew gang up on the fake Mad Cappa and beat on him. PRL and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez laugh and smile evilly as the rest of the LC kick the phony Cappa causing him to scream.:: JR: Oh come on! What is going on? A man dressed like The Mad Cappa entered the ring, and is now getting beat on by The Lightning Crew. What is the point of this? Why did The Mad Cappa send this man out here just to get beat on? Is this another mind game? 2 weeks ago it was the mannequin, and now this. Did The Lightning Crew send this guy out here? Or did The Mad Cappa? This has got to stop. ::The crowd is booing loudly and throwing garbage into the ring. They chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as The Lightning Crew beatdown on the fake Mad Cappa. PRL rips the Cappa mask off revealing a man who looks nothing like the real Cappa. PRL poses with it to loud boos and “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chants.:: JR: And now here comes ANOTHER Mad Cappa! What the? ::The crowd boos and chants as two more guys dressed as The Mad Cappa come out. The Lightning Crew all laugh evilly and smile. PRL sneers at the crowd as the two fake Cappas head into the ring. They also get beat on by the LC.:: JR: What is going on? Two more Cappas? ::The crowd throws garbage into the ring, with one can hitting PRL. The two fake Mad Cappa’s try to defend themselves, but are beaten down by The Lightning Crew. More “P.R. SUCKS!” chants and “MAD CAP-PA!” chants. A small African-American male comes walks to the ring dressed as The Mad Cappa wearing The Mad Cappa mask. He gets beat down also. An overweight man comes to the ring dressed as The Mad Cappa, followed by a tall skinny white man. They circle the ring while a pale man joins them. A tall African-American comes joins them also. The four fake Mad Cappas circle the ring waiting to attack. The Lightning Crew all dare them to fight. The four fake Cappa’s enter the ring and are beaten severely by The LC. There are Mad Cappas lying in the ring, clutching their stomachs in pain. Some have their masks off.:: JR: This is astounding. There are Mad Cappas everywhere! There are 8 by my count right now, and The Lightning Crew is beating all 8. ::PRL is trying to calm himself down and convince himself that he is not crazy. Another Mad Cappa comes in and gets knocked out by one punch. A short skinny man wearing the Cappa mask trips as he enters the ring, and gets kicked by the LC as a result. The crowd is booing loudly, throwing garbage into the ring, and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”, “ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!”, and “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” 2 more fake Cappas enter the ring. The Lightning Crew all take turns beating on all The Mad Cappas that are lying in pain, struggling to get up, breathing hard, and being stripped of their masks and clothes. Colombian Heat wears a Mad Cappa mask and mocks Mad Cappa to boos. PRL laughs evilly and trash talks one of the Cappas, taking off their mask and shirt. Another Mad Cappa enters the ring and tries to attack PRL. PRL gives him a P.R. Nightmare to boos. That fake Cappa rolls out of the ring crying. Colombian Heat takes the mask off some of the Cappas. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua trash talk some of the fakes. PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member chokes out one of the fake Mad Cappas. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez slaps one of the fakes, while Vitamin X applies the Lethal Injection. Thomas Rodriguez beats on some of the fakes. The tall Mad Cappa gets a P.R. Nightmare from PRL. The Lightning Crew all pose and laugh evilly.:: JR: This is just too pathetic. The Lightning Crew thinks they have the advantage since the real Mad Cappa has yet to appear. They are all beating up these helpless victims dressed like Cappa. This is just not right. This is horrible. These heartless bastards do not deserve to compete in the OaOasT! ::The crowd continues booing as three more Mad Cappa’s enter the ring, all the same height, size, and skin color as the real Mad Cappa. The crowd is still chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” as The Lightning Crew beat on the rest of the Cappas. Mr. Boricua chokeslams one of the fake Mad Cappas. Cuban Wall does the Lightning Crew Splash on the other Cappa. 15 of the 16 Mad Cappas are all out of the ring with one of them being thrown over the top rope. 15 Mad Cappas all lie outside the ring, in pain, struggling to get up. One of them tries to get back into the ring, but is quickly pushed back out by Mr. Boricua.:: JR: This is certainly a wild scene. 15 fake Mad Cappas are out here. 15! And they have all been dismantled by The Lightning Crew. This is certainly something you don’t see everyday. An odd scene to say the least. This is one very strange mind game. But where is the REAL Mad Cappa in all of this? Where could he be? ::One Mad Cappa stands in the ring wearing a Mad Cappa mask. He is the same height, weight, and skin color of the real Mad Cappa. He is also wearing a white t-shirt, baggy blue jean shorts, and white tennis sneakers. The crowd continues booing with the ring filled with garbage. The Lightning Crew all laugh and smile evilly as Colombian Heat punches The Mad Cappa in the ring. Colombian Heat turns around and laughs evilly, however, this Mad Cappa doesn’t budged. The crowd cheers loudly as this Cappa pulls Colombian Heat by his head, turns him around, kicks him in the gut…and delivers the BUST A CAP to a loud pop.:: JR: I think…we’ve found…the REAL MAD CAPPA!!! ::The man gets up as Colombian Heat lies on the mat. He takes off his Mad Cappa mask to reveal…the real Mad Cappa.:: JR: IT’S MAD CAPPA!!! THE REAL MAD CAPPA!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS RETURNED!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS HERE!!! BAWD GAWD, THE MAD CAPPA IS IN THE BUILDING!!! ::The crowd is going crazy, cheering loudly. The Lightning Crew freak out along with Puerto Rican Lightning, who quickly leaves the ring. The Mad Cappa is furious, but The Lightning Crew attack. The Mad Cappa fights back, taking the Lightning Crew down with punches and kicks. The crowd continues cheering as Puerto Rican Lightning, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and the Puerto Rican Championship belt leave the ring and walk up to the entranceway.:: JR: THE MAD CAPPA IS GOING CRAZY!!! RIGHT HAND ON VITAMIN X!!! DOWN GOES MR. BORICUA!!! DOWN GOES THOMAS RODRIGUEZ!!! PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING AND MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ ARE OUT OF THE RING, BUT THE LIGHTNING CREW IS GETTING BEAT ON INSIDE IT!!! ::PRL and Lindsay stand in the aisle worry while The Mad Cappa continues his attack, beating on the Lightning Crew with ease. BUST A CAP on Thomas Rodriguez. BUST A CAP on Vitamin X. BUST A CAP on PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member. BUST A CAP on Mr. Boricua. BUST A CAP on Cuban Wall. BUST A CAP on Spanish Fly. BUST A CAP on Colombian Heat.:: JR: GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS GOING CRAZY ON THE LIGHTNING CREW!!! HE IS THE ONLY MAN WHO COULD TAKE THEM ALL ON!!! HE IS THE ONLY MAN THAT THEY HAVEN’T TAKEN OUT!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN STOP THA PUERTO RICAN!!! HE IS THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN DEFEAT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING KNOWS THIS AND THAT IS WHY HE ALWAYS RUNS AWAY!!! HE KNOWS HE CAN BE BEATEN!!! HE KNOWS THE MAD CAPPA CAN DEFEAT HIM!!! HE IS AFRAID OF THIS!!! ::The Lightning Crew leave the ring. The Mad Cappa stands alone in the ring getting the crowd riled up. The Lightning Crew all stand in pain, while Puerto Rican Lightning rips off his shirt and prepares to fight. His veins are nearly popping out. His eyes are bulging out as he yells at The Mad Cappa. The Mad Cappa challenges PRL to enter the ring. He sneers at PRL and trash talks with him. PRL flips him off and has The Lightning Crew hold him back. Cappa yells at PRL and tells him he will win the Puerto Rican Championship.:: JR: This will explode at AngleMania III! These two men hate each other! THEY WILL SETTLE THIS AT ANGLEMANIA!!! THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH IS STILL ON!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS RETURNED AND HE IS READY FOR THE FIGHT!!! HE IS READY TO TAKE ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING FOR THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP AT ANGLEMANIA III!!! ::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing over the P.A. System. The crowd is cheering and chanting “GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!” as The Mad Cappa stands in the ring, furious. The fake Mad Cappas have all disappeared, and The Lightning Crew stand in the entranceway in pain. Cappa dances a bit, but then trash talks PRL, daring him to come into the ring. PRL sneers at Mad Cappa and raises his Puerto Rican Championship belt yelling “NO CHANCE IN HELL!!!” The Mad Cappa continues trash talking.:: JR: THE MAD CAPPA HAS GONE THROUGH HELL AND BACK!!! HE HAS RECOVERED FROM THE BRUTAL BEATING HE TOOK AT ZERO HOUR: NIGHT OF THE X AND IS NOW BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!!! HE IS READY FOR ANGLEMANIA III!!! HE IS READY TO PUT HIS CAREER ON THE LINE!!! HE IS READY TO FIGHT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING FOR THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!! THIS WILL BE A MATCH FOR THE AGES!!! A MATCH THAT YOU AND I WILL NEVER FORGET!!! A MATCH THAT WILL CHANGE THE LIVES OF THESE TWO MEN FOREVER!!! SUNDAY MARCH 28TH LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW!!! PONTIAC SILVERDOME!!! PONTIAC, MICHIGAN!!! OAOAST ANGLEMANIA III!!! PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING VS. THE MAD CAPPA FOR THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP AND IF THE MAD CAPPA LOSES, THEN HE MUST RETIRE FROM PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, BUT SOMETHING TELLS ME HE WILL NOT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!!! ::The Mad Cappa poses on the turnbuckle to loud cheers. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool continues playing. Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa stare at each other and sneer. They trash talk with Puerto Rican Lightning in the entranceway while The Mad Cappa is still in the ring. Cappa plays with the crowd and dances. He continues trashtalking.:: JR: FANS DON’T GO AWAY. WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH THE MAIN EVENT MATCH RIGHT AFTER THIS!!! WE’LL BE BACK WITH MORE INTENSEZONE!!! ::The last image is of The Mad Cappa standing in the center of the ring yelling, screaming, and trashtalking. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)” by DJ Kool continues playing.:: ::FADE OUT::

We return to a darkened room. A television screen flickers in front of a figure hunched forwards in a chair. We pan closer, to see Dan Black watching the screen, which show Stephen Joseph in ring action. Dan has a note pad in front of him, and scribbles furiously as he watches. JR Dan Black seems to be doing a lot of preparation for his match against Stephen at Anglemania! Its becoming an obsession... Dan's face is set, eyes staring, a horrible grin etched across his face as he throws down the pad and stands. Dan starts to laugh, startling the person who has just entered the room. JINGUS ....Dan? The crowd POPS for JINGUS! JR MAH GAWD! JINGUS! BLACK Hey, buddy! Old pal! JINGUS Dan...I heard the condition you were in and I had to do something. You and I, we've been here together so long, as friends, as enemies, whatever- you need help now, Dan. BLACK Me? I never felt better. I'm ready for Stephen, J. I'm so so ready, I- JINGUS You've crossed a line Dan. Hell, you're like me, you always lived on the edge on sanity. But don't make my mistake, don't go any further don't become...a monster...like me. BLACK J...you don't understand. This is personal. This is about the OAOAST. It's about IntenseZone. Whatever happens, whatever I become, I will win that match. JINGUS Stephen is really a good guy, Dan, I wish you'd see-you're not that different, you and he, and- Dan furiously squares up to JINGUS, glaring up into the Devilman's masked face. BLACK Save it. You can't be with both of us, J. It's him or me. JINGUS is silent. BLACK Well? Him or me? WELL? JINGUS is still silent. Dan snorts in disgust and storms out. JINGUS sighs, and sits in silence. JR JINGUS is right...Dan is on the edge of a chasm- if we thought he was evil and twisted before, its nothing compared with what he's becoming...Anglemania is going to be one hell of a match between these two. And to tell the truth, I can't wait! ::The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd boos loudly as Puerto Rican Lightning is shown throwing darts into a dartboard with a picture of Mad Cappa’s face over the bulls-eye. The fans chant “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The Lightning Crew are all sitting down relaxing when a knock is heard. PRL throws a dart into the eye of the Mad Cappa headshot.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: BULLS-EYE! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Now what? ::Puerto Rican Lightning opens the door to reveal Colombian Heat. Heat smiles a goofy smile, dressed in his wrestling attire and carrying a brown package. The crowd pops slightly, but then boos P.R.’s lackey. PRL sneers, but then composes himself.:: PRL: Colombian Heat. What’s up man? Colombian Heat: Yo, man. Wat up? I’m just chillin’ like a villain. You know what I’m saying? Cuban Wall: I can’t understand what you’re saying most of the time. Colombian Heat: Pfffftttt. You can’t see me. I'm like John Cena. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me. Cuban Wall: I NEVER want to touch you in any way EVER…except if it’s my hands around your scrawny neck. Or me punching your stomach and face over and over again. Colombian Heat: You can bring the walk, BOYYYEEEEEEEE!!!! Cuban Wall: What the hell did you just say? Heat: Pfffftttt. Don’t be hatin’, G. PRL: Enough! So, Heat, what you got there buddy? Colombian Heat: Yo, I was just going to get something to drink when I overheard some of those cats from the OaOasT say that they saw The Mad Cappa earlier today. They say that he’s in the building tonight. ::The crowd pops. PRL looks shocked. The Lightning Crew all stand up as PRL calms down.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: W—wh—what-what? What? What? What—what are you talking about? That can’t be true. You saw what happened at Zero Hour. We DOMINATED The Mad Cappa. We CRUSHED him. We made him bleed from head to toe. How can he possibly be back after only 2 weeks? Colombian Heat: Awwwwww, I don’t know, yo. But I was hearin’ these dudes say that The Mad Cappa has arrived and he is pissed. And he’s coming after you. ::The crowd pops again. The Lightning Crew all gather around Puerto Rican Lightning worried. Lightning scratches his forehead and starts to pace.:: Vitamin X: P.R. This is just a silly rumor right? PRL: Atleast, I hope so. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: How could he be back now? We gave him a BRUTAL ASS KICKING! We tortured him. He went through Hell? How is he able to even walk? Thomas Rodriguez: P.R., this could all be just mind games. Maybe Cappa isn’t in the arena, but he’s sending you messages. Mr. Boricua: GRRRRRRRRRR!!! PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew: P.R., if you need any help, we can go search for him before he finds you. ::The Lightning Crew all nod in agreement.:: PRL: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! PLEASE SHUT UP! NOW, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! THE MAD CAPPA COULD ACTUALLY BE HERE! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO? Colombian Heat: Oh, by the way, I found this package sitting near the door. I wonder what it is? PRL: GIVE ME THAT! ::Puerto Rican Lightning opens the package. Inside he finds pictures of him bloodied. He freaks out seeing a picture of himself covered in thumbtacks from the Cage of Death Match at License To Pin. He sees another close-up pic of him bloodied. The crowd cheers loudly and chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” PRL drops the photos. Colombian Heat smiles like a moron.:: JR: Could this be a message from The Mad Cappa? Puerto Rican Lightning: All right! IF The Mad Cappa is here, and that’s a big IF, then we have to find him before he finds us! Lightning Crew, let’s split up. Let’s look all over this god-forsaken arena for CRAPPA and launch a sneak attack on his candy ass! We’ll bring him down ONCE AND FOR ALL and then hopefully, our AngleMania III match on March 28th will not take place! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Vitamin X: All right, boss. All right. So, how do we do this! Puerto Rican Lightning: Okay, this is what we’ll do. Me, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, PROTOTYPE, Spanish Fly and Mr. Boricua will go one way. Vitamin X, Colombian Heat, Thomas Rodriguez, and Cuban Wall will go another way. Colombian Heat: Yes sir! Cuban Wall: Do I HAVE to team up with Colombian Doofus over here? PRL: DO NOT QUESTION ME!!! Cuban Wall: Right, boss! Colombian Heat: Ha! Ha! Boy showed ya, huh? Cuban Wall: I hate you. Puerto Rican Lightning: Yes. I will be the leader of one team. Vitamin X will be the leader of the other one. Okay then are we ready. Let’s do this thing. Let’s take out The Mad Cappa once and for all! Come on, LC! Colombian Heat: Right behind ya, chief. ::The Lightning Crew open the door to their dressing room as the crowd boos. PRL screams like a girl as the door opens. On the outside part of the door is another dartboard, with a picture of Puerto Rican Lightning’s face on it with a giant red X over it and darts covering it. The crowd cheers loudly as PRL takes down the dartboard, looks at it, sneers, and screams.:: PRL: GRRRRRRR!!! MAD CRAPPA!!! I’M COMING FOR YOU MAD CRAPPA!!! YOU COWARD!!! I’M COMING TO FIGHT!!! YOU BASTARD!!! YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER!!! SOONER OR LATER I WILL FIND YOU!!! AND I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER…AGAIN!!! ::The Lightning Crew leave. The crowd is cheering loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCSK! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The camera does a close-up of the dartboard with PRL’s picture on it.:: JR: It looks like we got an unusual night here already on IntenseZone. The Lightning Crew is being sent on a wild goose chase to find The Mad Cappa, who is rumored to be in the arena tonight. Will we find Cappa tonight? Will The Lightning Crew get him before HE gets them? Find out with more IntenseZone after this. ::COMMERCIALS::

We return from break with a close-up of J.R., who's in the ring. J.R. Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time will face Anglesault, Sunday night, March 28 at AngleMania III inside a steel cage. And later on tonight, in a nontitle match he'll face Stephen Joseph. Would you please welcome T-Bod. CUE: "Simply Ravishing" Wearing a bandage above his right eye, T-Bod walks to the ring, looking more serious than before. J.R. T-Bod, I gotta ask ya...your reaction to Bill Watts' announcement earlier tonight. T-BOD Last week Anglesault nearly ripped my eye outta its socket. Have you ever had somebody try to rip your eye out J.R.? Huh, have you? J.R. shakes his head. T-BOD No you haven't! And you have audacity to ask me what's my reaction. How the hell do you think I feel?! T-Bod shoves J.R. down. Then he grabs the camera man in the ring, getting close-ups, and throws him over the top tope. T-BOD I normally don't agree with Watts, but this time he got it right. Anglesault, I may not like you, but I respect what you've done: 2-time OAOAST champion, among your incredible accomplishments. You're our Jerry West -- a living legend. But legends die, too. It wasn't long ago, where sticking a cleet in somebody's eye was considered immoral. Today's group of rabid wrestling fans condone such actions -- hell, they want gore. Making friends in this business is like finding a virgin in a maternity ward. Doing what we do for a living isn't mainstream, we're looked down upon from the other big boys on the block. Not only did we show them we were better -- and when I say "we" I mean, the real OAOAST -- not the one ran by connections like some mafia. But I'm not here to reflect on the past; I'm here to talk about AngleMania III, and how I'm going to enjoy seeing you crawl on the mat, in a pool of your own blood. I'm going to enjoy looking you right in your eyes and seeing the fear. I'm going to enjoy seeing you lying flat on your back, lookin' up at the lights, listening as the ring announcer says: "The winner of the match...T-Bod!" These people will witness a match between two guys who hate each other, plain and simple. There's no titles involved. Just pride. You nearly took my eye out, but I'm gonna take something from you that means even more...Come AngleMania III, I'm taking your pride. Two men will enter the cage, only one will survive. Prepare for excessive bleeding, broken bones and concussions. I look forward to taking your pride. Stephen Joseph, my thoughts and prayers go out to your family. What happens to you tonight isn't my fault, you were just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. COMMERCIALS