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COACH Let's cut to a pre-recorded interview with Sly Sommers, who has a little something to say regarding his match with Zack Malibu for the World Heavyweight Title this Sunday night! Cut to Pre-Taped Interview (Sly's sitting in front of a generic background, wearing a designer suit.) SLY This Sunday night....this Sunday night. For over sixteen months, ever since I first set foot in your wrestling school in winter of 2002, I've been waiting for this night. World Championship aside, I've wanted to get in the ring with you and wrestle you in an actual match since I handed you my check to get trained by you, the "illustrious" and "world-famous" Zack Malibu. You just gave off this...I don't know...weird vibe. You gave off this energy like you thought you were better than everyone and everything around you. Training with you proved to me that you were an egotistical meglomaniac. You would make us sleep on the cold, hard concrete floor of the warehouse that you rented out for your school. You'd either come in early and bully us until we had to go inside of the ring, covered by whatever substance you decided to cover us in while you woke us up, and take half-awaken bump drills, followed by us cleaning up the mess while you brought whatever floosey you were dating at the time into your office for "Fun Time", or you'd come in really late, only let us practice for an hour, and advance us very little, if at all. I made it through that hell. I'm the sole survivor. Then, after surviving that crap, you pulled all of your political strings that you claim you "had" to do because I was making a mockery out of your name on the indies with my huge claims and gigantic ego. The fact is, I was signed to an OAOAST contract a month after starting on the indies, and that month I worked under a mask, in the crappiest of crapholes, making $5-20 per booking, taking two or three bookings a day to keep myself going. How is that rubbing your name in the dirt, Zack? This Sunday...I'm going to pick up all the (bleep) that you've shoved in my face, all of the havoc and problems that you've put in my life...and I'm shoving them back in your face! This Sunday...I'm going to hurt you, and then I'll take your prized possession, the World Heavyweight Championship, and take a proverbial pin to your balloonesque ego, destroying you once and for all. This Sunday...I will overcome. Cut Back To Sofa Central COLE Next up we have a tag match featuring four men who will be looking to score big wins this coming Sunday. Former friends and tag partners Gunner Sharps and Axel have had their differences of late, while Dan Black has taken an instant dislike to AJ Flaire. CABOOSE Well really, who DOES like AJ Flaire? COLE I think he's peachy. COACH For this match we're honoured to be joined by a special guest FOURTH announcer! Cue: Michael Jackson, "Billie Jean" A man appears underneath the Angletron. A man in a hat. A cowboy hat. CABOOSE Aww crap. Jivin' Jim Ross dances down to the announce table, holding out his arm to slap the fans hands- and then pulling it away and flipping them off before dancing on. JR climbs onto the announce table (at the third attempt) and attempts a moonwalk across it. CABOOSE Get that idiot down... JR at last settles into a chair around the crowded announce table. JR BAH GAWD! It's good to be back behind the mic! Hello boys! COACH/COLE/CABOOSE *mumblin* Yeah...hi...whatever JR I'm so excited to be here on HeldDown! Look how sweaty mah dancin outfit is! Look Cole! Look! COLE Well actually I will- CABOOSE You sick freak! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team contest set for one fall... "Sabotage" kicks in, as the dark angel, Axel appears at the top of the ramp. He looks with disdain at the sold out crowd before stepping purposefully towards the ring. As he does so, the music switches abruptly to "Quiet", as a flood of black smoke welcomes Dan Black to the arena. Wearing black trenchcoat and shades, Dan follows Axel, the glimpse of gold around his waist revealing the presence of his Adrenalin Title. BUFFER At a total combined weight of 476 pounds, the team of Axel and Daaaaaaan BLACK! Axel and Black slide into the ring, not looking at each other, each preparing in a separate corner. COACH Dan and Axel don't exactly seem like friends here. CABOOSE Why should they? They've formed a professional alliance to take on their enemies. They don't have to be all buddy buddy to do that. JR Look at Dan! What a physical specimen! What a HOSS! What a stud! Man, he makes me feel like DANCIN'! JR tries to get up, but Caboose shoves him back to his seat. BUFFER Aaaaaand their opponents... Cue: "Man in a box" BUFFER At a total combined weight of 575 pounds....A-J- FLAIRE and Gunner SHARPS! Flaire and Gunner appear together to a good pop from the crowd. AJ nods to Gunner, and they sprint down to the ring together! The two men slide into the ring to be met by Black and Axel, with Dan exchanging shots with AJ as Gunner presses Axel over his head and hurls him out over the top rope to the floor! COACH Look at the power of Gunner! JR OH MAH GAWD! HE'S A MEGA-HOSS! CABOOSE That better still be sweat on your pants. AJ gets the upper hand on Dan and whips into the corner. Gunner grabs AJ by the arm and whips him hard at Dan, with Flaire connecting with a Sharps-propelled Stinger Splash! Dan staggers forwards out of the corner, but Axel trips him up from ringside and pulls him out of the ring to safety to the BOOS of the crowd. COLE This Axel/Black team is NOT going to be popular. Dan and Axel confer at ringside, before walking round to their corner. The two won't enter the ring until the referee has Gunner out of the ring, as AJ looks like starting. Dan makes to get into the ring, but Axel holds him back and points to himself. CABOOSE Looks like Axel wants a piece of AJ here. JR Of course, Flaire is clearly the week link in that team. Dan is going to tear him apart at Living Angleously, and take that stupid X title from him. Our referee signals to get it on, and AJ and Axel meet in the middle of the ring. Axel beckons AJ towards him, spinning around away from him as he does so. AJ follows, but as soon as he turns away from his opponents corner Dan Black just steps into the ring and flattens him from behind with a shot to the back of the head. Dan grins and exits, shrugging at the referee. COLE Man, Axel and Dan not wasting anytime in breaking the rules! CABOOSE Hey, you should never turn your back on Dan Black. JR That rhymes! Kinda catchy! Makes me wanna- CABOOSE NO DANCING. Axel stomps AJ down as Gunner tries to enter the ring to even things up, only to be stopped by the referee. The distraction allows Dan to re-enter the ring, and together he and Axel double choke AJ. The crowd YELLS at the witless official to turn around, but by the time he does Dan is safely back on the ring apron, smirking. Axel grabs Flaire up, applies a front face lock and hits him with a hard snap suplex. Axel quickly runs the ropes, returning to drop an elbow to the sternum of AJ. Flaire grasps his chest and tries to get up. Axel grabs him and goes for another vertical suplex, but AJ flips out and lands behind Axel, before jumping into the air and snapping his boots into the back of Axel's head with a dropkick. Axel staggers forward before turning and charging at AJ, who meets him with a drop toe hold that slams Axel face first onto the canvas. Flaire looks at Gunner, as the crowd POPS for the potential tag. AJ slaps Gunner into the match, and Sharps steps over the top rope and grabs Axel by the throat as he rises! COLE Gunner could inflict some serious damage right here before Sunday's match! But Axel kicks Gunner repeatedly in the gut until he relinquishes his grasp. Axel staggers over to his teams corner, clutching his throat, and tags Dan in. Black looks a little unhappy about the tag, but enters nevertheless. JR Now we'll see something! Dan DESTROYED Gunner two weeks ago! COLE Didnt you hit Gunner with your special sauce for the pinfall? JR And I'd do it again! Dan stretches, rolling his shoulders and looking thoughtfully at Gunner, before the two men go into a lock up. Sharps easily overpowers Black, holding him in a wristlock with no apparent effort. Black counters quickly however, using his free hand to break Gunner's grasp and then poking him in the eye in one fluid motion. Black hits the blinded Sharps with a trio of European uppercuts, and tries for a whip to the ropes, but Gunner won't be moved. Dan hits his opponent with a jaw breaker instead, and tries to gather Sharps in for a DDT. But Gunner counters with a Northern Lites suplex with a bridge! ONE! TWO! Axel breaks it up! COLE What a suplex from Gunner! That knocked the air out of Dan. Sharps picks Black up and hoists him up into a gorilla press! Axel clearly doesnt like the look of this, as he darts into the ring and dropkicks Gunner's left knee, causing him to fall with Dan landing directly on top! ONE! Sharps throws Dan off him, and charges at Axel on the apron! Axel drops to the floor, evading the monsters charge, enabling Dan to attack from behind with a dropkick to that same left knee. Sharps doesnt go down however, and turns, swinging at Black. Dan evades his blow and CHOPS the huge chest of Gunner three times in quick succession. There is no noticeable effect however, as Sharps merely growls and nearly DECAPITATES Dan with a thunderous lariat! Sharps picks Dan up, bringing him to his corner, where he tags in AJ Flaire. AJ brings Dan into the middle of the ring, and looks to be setting him for the "That's Phenomenal" cradle piledriver! Black wriggles out however, and KICK WHAM BLACKOUT- is blocked as AJ pushes Dan away. COLE Dan going for his Black Out stunner- but these men are too fresh to be put away just yet. Dan runs at AJ, who spins him up and over with a release belly to belly style throw. Black staggers up, only to be met with a hard kick to the calf, followed by one to the gut. AJ grabs Dan for the piledriver again- but Axel runs in once more and clotheslines AJ as he has Dan up for it! Gunner runs in and he and Axel start to slug it out. Dan is up and he and Axel whip Gunner to the ropes, hitting him with stereo knees to the stomach, before planting him head first to the mat with a double team DDT. COACH It's breaking down here! Feelings running high and this gonna get out of control! JR Break down? Like a break dance? Coz I can do that! The referee tries to restore order as Axel and Dan go after AJ, but Axel shoves the official down to the floor. Dan and Axel whip AJ to the ropes, but he ducks their double lariat and hits them with a dropkick, a boot to each man's chest! Gunner shrugs off the effects of the DDT and grabs Axel, dragging him out of the ring with him. AJ moves in on Dan, but Black CRACKS him with a low blow with the ref distracted by Axel. Dan hooks up AJ's arms and hits him with the Pitch Black spinning tiger driver, crushing AJ's face into the mat. Black rolls AJ over and grapevines his leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING BUFFER The winners of the match, the team of Dan Black and AXEL! COLE Another cheap win for Dan Black! COACH That Pitch Black is capable of taking any one out, but Dan might not be so lucky at Living Angleously. JR No luck about it, boys, he's got the Lord of the Dance behind him! Outside the ring, Gunner has Axel up and just drops him onto the guard rail! Dan ignores Axel's plight, grabbing his title belt and leaving quickly. COLE He's abandoning his partner! How low can he go? JR *singing* "How low can you go, how low can you go" CABOOSE Cut. Cut to anything. And kill the man who booked JR to join us. COLE Dan gains an edge going into Sunday, but what will happen when its just one on one? And will Gunner leave Axel down and out once more? Don't forget to order the show to find out! COACH Nice shill, Mikey. Cut To Totally Endorsed Locker Room (Colvid is sitting down, watching the show in one of the recliners provided to Sly and Colvid by Calvin Szechstein while he's taking some down-time. Sly's pacing back-and-forth, talking to someone on his cell phone.) SLY Cal...listen to me. I know that you think that the past few weeks have been a total mistake. I know it's all been a huge risk. But listen to me when I say this: I guarentee you that all of the mind games and secrets being revealed will work, as I'll walk out of Living Angleously on Sunday as the World Champion. Did you catch my interview earlier? Trust me: I've gotten into his head, and he won't be one-hundred percent mentally come Sunday. Hell, if he doesn't watch out, he'll be less than one hundred percent physically before then too. Hey, my cell's going out, I gotta go. Catch you later, man. Okay...bye. (hangs up phone) COLVID Hey, I wanted to talk to Calvin! SLY Dude, this piece of crap that he bought us for Christmas was dying on me. Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I got to go to the bathroom for a bit of number-two action. Sly leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. All of a sudden, we hear a gigantic thud. Then, we hear two men struggle with one another from the hallway. Colvid gets up to go outside and check, but he can't open the door. COLVID Damn it, the door's jammed! Open! (The camera fades to black...) COMMERCIAL BREAK

::We fade in to SOFA CENTRAL~! where Michael Cole, The Coach and Caboose are seated:: Cole: Fans, welcome back to HeldDOWN~! Michael Cole alongside the Coach and Caboose, and folks, it's been a trying couple of weeks for Panther. Last week, he was scheduled to face former WWE-star IRS, but unfortunately, due to the attack on his former manager, Tina, that was unable to take place. As of now, we still have no clue who or what attacked this young woman...or why for that matter. Coach: It was one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen, Cole. Not just in wrestling but...my God. Cole: Fans, for those of you who missed it, let's take you back to two weeks ago! **The HeldDOWN~! logo scrolls across the screen, and ominous music starts up in the background as we cut to footage from TWO WEEKS AGO, following Panther's match with Dean Douglas.** Cole: He's done it!!! Panther has done it!!! He has defeated Dean Douglas! ::The referee raises Panther's hand, drawing a pop from the crowd. Panther then heads over to the ropes and is preparing to climb to the outside, when suddenly, a ringside assistant approaches him with a bloody piece of cloth:: Cole: What's this about?! ::Panther hops to the floor to consult the assistant:: Assistant: He said to give you this! (Hands Panther the cloth) Cole: Who said to give Panther that?! What is that?! ::Panther holds the bloody cloth up and looks at it...and his eyes open wide with shock when he realizes what it is. It's a white "Superwoman" t-shirt...soaked in blood. Panther sighs, looks up at the ceiling then starts back to the dressing room. **** ::We cut to Panther roaming the backstage area, looking for for something. He approaches a group of officials:: Panther: Hey...have any of you seen Tina?! ::The officials all shake their heads "no", and Panther moves on, continuing his search for her. Suddenly, he spots a gray door with splashes of blood on the knob. Panther takes a deep, nervous breath and opens the door. It leads to a stairwell. Suddenly, the picture goes black and white as Panther enters the stairwell, and spots Tina lying at the bottom of the stairs, her head and upper torso covered in blood. Panther shudders upon seeing the sight, then rushes down to Tina's side to attend to her:: Panther: (grabbing Tina's head) Tina...Tina what happened?! (sighs) Oh my God! Tina! ::Distraught, Panther clutches Tina's head close to his chest and appears to be fighting back tears. Suddenly, we hear a door creak open in the background:: Bryte: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! Panther: Huh?! Bryte: GET AWAY FROM HER!!!!!!! :: Panther drops Tina then turns to face Bryte, but before he realizes what's going on, Bryte leaps off the top of the stairs and catches him with a clothesline. Bryte then tears into Panther with a series of right hands before grabbing him by the hair and slamming him headfirst into the wall, knocking Panther unconscious. Bryte then turns and looks down at his bloodied fiancee:: Bryte: (tearing up) Tina...oh my God! HELP!!!! I NEED SOME HELP DOWN HERE!!! ::Bryte runs off to get help for Tina, and the camera focuses on Panther's and Tina's fallen bodies before fading out.:: **** ::The HeldDOWN~! logo scrolls across the screen once again. The words "LAST WEEK" appear in the upper left hand corner of the screen as we cut to an image of Panther walking through the hallways of a hospital. He's wearing a black denim jacket with a yellow and black checkered button-up underneath, loose-fitting black jeans, tan boots and dark, silver-rimmed sunglasses.:: Cole: Well, fans, last week, our cameras had the opportunity to follow Panther as he visited Tina at the hospital, and...well...as if things weren't trying enough for the former 24/7 Champ...well...just take a look. ::Panther turns left, walking past a bevy of nurses as he continues through the hallway, stopping when he hears a familiar voice yell... ???: PANTHER! ::As Panther stands with a look of surprise on his face, the camera slowly pans left, where none other than Joanie "Chyna" Laurer comes into view. She's standing next to a closed door of room 108, clad in a black t-shirt with "PLAYBOY 55" printed on the front in pink letters, tight blue jeans, white sneakers, and a pink bandana on her head, with a rolled up copy of Newsweek in her right hand. A warm smile appears on her face as she walks over to the nervous Panther, wraps her arms around his neck and gives him kiss on the cheek:: Joanie: I was wondering when you'd show up! It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you...how are you? Panther: Alright, I guess. (sighs) How's Tina doing? I heard she had a fractured skull...? Joanie: Yeah. But don't worry. The doctors said it's a minor fracture. She should be outta here in the next few days. Panther: So she's gonna be alright? Joanie: Oh yeah, she's gonna be fine. ::Relieved, Panther looks up at the ceiling and exhales deeply:: Panther: Thank God. Joanie: Yeah. It could've been so much worse. She lost a lotta blood, you know? Panther: Yeah... ::Panther seems to be looking past Joanie and over to something off camera. The camera slowly pans to the far left, and Chris Bryte comes into view. He's seated on an idle stretcher that's lined up against the wall, wearing a red hoody, light blue jeans and dirty white sneakers. He has a blank look on his face as he fiddles around with a Rubik's cube. We slowly pan back over to Panther and Joanie, both of whom are now looking in Bryte's direction:: Joanie: Poor kid. He's taken this whole thing with Tina pretty hard. It's a real shame...this is supposed to be a special time for them with the wedding coming up and all. Panther: Yeah...the wedding. ::The pair eye Bryte intently for about a moment or two. Then, Panther nods to Joanie and slowly begins to make his way over to where the rookie is seated. As Bryte continues to play around with the Rubik's cube, Panther takes a seat down on the stretcher next to him. He removes his glasses, hangs them from the collar of his shirt, then places his right hand on Bryte's left shoulder:: Panther: Hey. ::Bryte jumps and looks up sharply, startled by Panther's presence. A look of fear comes across his face when he spots Panther:: Bryte: Hey. Panther: How's everything? Bryte: (sniffles) Good. The doctors say it's nothing serious. She should be home in no time. ::Bryte goes silent for a moment, trembling somewhat at he guiltily looks down at his sneakers. He turns back to Panther... Bryte: Look...about last week, man....I didn't know! Really! I mean...all I saw was you with Tina...and all of the blood...and...(sniffles) Panther: Don't worry about it, man. I understand. I meant how's everything with you. (Bryte rubs his right eye) You ok? Bryte: Well...yeah...I mean...no. I mean... ::Bryte pauses momentarily, looking down at the floor again, with tears building up in his eyes as he struggles to speak.:: Bryte: I...I just can't figure out who do such a thing, Panther. I can't figure out who would do this to Tina. I mean...(sniffles) why her? Why now? Panther: Yeah, I know what you mean. Bryte: (sniffles) For the past week, all I've been able to see in my head was that image of her...lying on the floor...motionless...covered in blood. The feeling that went through my body when I saw that...Panther, I've never felt anything like that in my life. (rubs his right eye) I swear, Panther...whoever's behind this is gonna pay! ::A tear rolls down Bryte's left cheek as he looks back down at the floor once again. Panther cracks a half smile, then looks down at the floor himself:: Panther: Man, you really like Tina, huh? Bryte: I love her, Panther. I love her more than anything in the world. Panther: (chuckles) That's good. ::Panther smiles and pats Bryte on the back:: Panther: You know, Chris...we've never gotten along, but I've gotta say that over these past few months, you've been real good for Tina. Bryte: (sniffles) You think so? Panther: Yeah. I mean...ever since you came along, I've seen her whole personality change. I mean...she's been so different...she's been...well...she's been really happy. And that's good. I'm really glad you two have found each other. Tina doesn't really have a whole lotta people in the world that she can count on, you know? She doesn't really have anyone she can trust. ::Both men are silent for a moment. The camera zooms in close on Panther's face. He looks somber...and almost confused as he looks up at the ceiling and sighs:: Panther: Nope. She doesn't have anybody. I guess...(chuckles) I guess that's why I always tried to...well...you know...look out for her and everything. I mean...no matter how much we fight...no matter what kinda rotten stuff she pulls on me, I always end up forgiving her. I always end up going right back to her...sometimes I really don't understand why. (laughs) All of my family...my friends think I'm crazy for messing around with her. Hell...sometimes *I* think I'm crazy...but I always end right back with her. ::Panther sighs and looks back down at the floor again:: Panther: I dunno...I guess you probably think I'm crazy too, huh? ::The camera pans back over to Bryte. He's playing around with the Rubik's cube again. Suddenly, he looks up at Panther:: Bryte: I'm sorry, did you say something? I wasn't paying attention. Panther: I...uh...I...(sighs) nah, man. Nah. (brief silence) I'm sure we'll find whoever did this to Tina. Bryte: Yeah. ::Bryte begins playing with the cube again, leaving Panther with a troubled look on his face. The HeldDOWN~! logo scroll across the screen once more and we cut to a later scene, this one showing Panther is standing alone, pacing outside of Tina's room. Suddenly, the room door slowly begins to open, and Joanie peeps her head out:: Joanie: Ok, Panther. You can come in now. ::Panther takes a deep breath and follows Joanie into the room, and we get our first glimpse of Tina following the attack. She's lying in the hospital bed, attached to the typical machinery. She's also wearing a neck brace and has medical tape wrapped around her head because of her head injury. Panther eyes his former manager uneasily as he and Joanie continue towards the foot of the bed:: Joanie: Where'd Chris go? Panther: Chris? I dunno...he said he had to run out for something. I forget. Joanie: Ok. Well...I've gotta step out for a moment myself, so...I'll leave the two of you alone. If there's any problem, just hit that button over there to notify a doctor. Panther: Ok. Joanie: Yeah...and she's pretty heavily medicated, so she if she says or does anything odd... Panther: I got you. No problem. Joanie: Ok, I'll see you in a bit. (slaps Panther on the shoulder) BE GOOD! Panther: (laughs) Who, me? ::Joanie playfully punches Panther in the arm before exiting the room, leaving he and Tina alone. Panther then turns back to Tina and eyes her once again. After a moment of uneasy silence, Panther takes a deep breath, walks over to the side of the bed.:: Panther: Tina... ::Tina moves gingerly as she turns to her right and spots Panther hovering over her. Panther's heart seems ready to leap out of his chest as their eyes meet.:: Tina: (weakly) Panther... Panther: Yeah. How you feeling, T? Tina: (yawns) Tired. :: Panther takes a seat on the edge of the bed, cautiously places his right hand on Tina's forehead and begins to stroke her gently. Tina sighs deeply and closes her eyes as Panther continues.:: Panther: You really had me worried for a minute, girl. To be honest, Tina, I was scared to death. I mean...after everything that went down between me and you...after what I said to you in the locker room... ::Panther stops midsentence, and appears to be getting choked up. He takes a deep breath, long breath and exhales before continuing.:: Panther: You know what, Tina...I just wanted to let you know that what I said last week...about not caring whether or not you died...I didn't mean that. I can't tell you how sorry I am for saying that to you last week. (sniffles) I mean...when I saw you lying on the floor last week...when I saw all of that blood.... ::Panther looks down at the floor, his eyes beginning to tear up. He begins to tremble a bit, desperately trying to fight back to tears, but its no use. Soon enough, tears begin flowing freely down his cheeks. He wipes them away with his left hand, rubs his eyes, and takes another deep breath to try and compose himself:: Panther: I...I just couldn't shake the feeling that those might have been the last words I ever said to you. I couldn't...(sighs) I can't tell you how much I care about you, T. I mean...I just...(tearing up again) I love you so much... ::With those last words, Panther, somewhat embarrassed, turns away from Tina buries his face in his right hand and tries to gather himself again. Still out of it from the medication, Tina slowly sits up in the bed, and places her hand on Panther's shoulder:: Tina: You...love me? ::Panther turns back to Tina with a look of shock on his face. As he and Tina lock eyes, Panther tries to respond, but when he opens his mouth (pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if he'd like to say "no"), no words come out. The two stare one another down for a moment, and then, Tina places her hands on Panther's cheeks, then pulls him in for a deep, deep kiss. Panther appears to be trying to resist at first, but then seems to give in, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close... ...and with that, the official HeldDOWN COUNTDOWN TO DRAWMUH~! appears in the lower right hand corner of the screen. Inside the arena, the fans count down as the seconds tick away on the clock... 5.... 4... 3... 2... 1... **BUUUUUUZZZ~!** Chris Bryte: (suddenly enters the room) Hey, Panther, I...(spots the two kissing) OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL??!?!?! ::Startled, Panther shoves Tina away and jumps up from the bed, almost hyperventalating as he turns to face Bryte.:: Panther: Chris... Bryte: (tearing up) HOW COULD YOU??!?!? HOW COULD YOU?!?!?! Panther: Wait a minute, Chris...would you just calm... ::Before Panther can finish, Bryte shoves down some medical equipment and storms out of the room in tears. Just as Bryte exits, Joanie re-enters the room with a look of confusion on her face. With her right thumb extended and pointing in Bryte's direction, she walks towards Panther and questions him:: Joanie: What happened?! ::Panther doesn't answer, and instead, just looks over at Tina with a look of guilt in his eyes. The camera zooms in on his face as we cut back out to sofa central with Triple C:: Coach: Wow. How soap opera-ish! Cole: Yup. And to top it off, Chris Bryte is pissed off and he's challenged Panther to a match that will take place at the PPV! It'll be 2 out of 3 falls...Panther vs Chris Bryte. And that's not all...it'll be a career match! Both men's careers will be on the line. COMMERCIALS

COLE Guys, it's been an exciting night so far, and -- hey, what's this? The fans cheer as St. Andrew comes tumbling out from behind the curtains and rolls down the ramp, and EXPLODE when he's followed out by Hoff! COLE It's Hoff and St. Andrew! CABOOSE WHat the hell? He's not allowed to hit them! COACH No, smart guy! He's only not allowed to tough Gibraltar! COLE That's...that's right! St. Andrew is fair game! Andrew stumbles to his feet, but Hoff grabs him from behind and throws him HARD into the nearby guardrail! Hoff pulls St. Andrew off the railing and whips him into the nearby ringpost! Andrew's head collides with the post with a sickinging THUD! CABOOSE Come ON! Get security out here! COACH I think they're afraid, Caboose! Hoff picks Andrew's prone form up of the arena floor and throws him into the ring! A cheer goes up as Hoff rolls in after him! Hoff pops up and picks Andrew up to his feet! COLE What's Hoff gonna do with him? Hoff looks down into Andrew's panicky eyes for a second....then throws him into the ropes...wait for it...SPIIIIIIINE-BUSTER~! COACH DAYUM~! COLE Andrew just took one hell of a sick spinebuster! CABOOSE SECURITY!!!!! COLE I don't think they're coming! Hoff looks down at Andrew...then holds his thumbs out sideways. Hoff looks out across the crowd, then back at Andrew. Hoff turns his thumb slightly up...and the fans boo! CABOOSE Oh come ON. Hoff shakes his head, and tunrs his thumb down...and the fans go NUT! Hoff nods his head and points his thumb all the way to the ground! COLE This isn't good for Andrew, but the fans love it! Hoff picks Andrew up slowly....but the fans begin to boo as Gibraltar appears on the entranceway! CABOOSE Oh, thank God someone is here. COLE Yeah, but remember, these two men will be suspended if they touch each other before Sunday! Gibraltar heads toward the ring...but Andrew screams "NO!!!", and Gibraltar stops! COACH What's he doing? COLE Saving his monster from suspension! Gibraltar looks on, puzzled. Hoff wrenches Andrew around, turning his eyes away from the monster...and hooks him for the Rock Bottom!! Gibraltar starts forward again-- ANDREW Gibraltar, NO! Gibraltar freezes. COLE He has no idea what to do, guys! Hoff, eyes locked on Gibraltarm motions for the big man to come to the ring. Looking over his shoulder, Andrew SCREAMS for Gibraltar to stay put! COLE What's he gonna do here--- COACH Too late! Hoff turns his gaze quickly from Gibraltar to Andrew, and drives Andrew to the mat with a Rock Bottom! The fans go wild as Hoff posp back ot his feet...but Gibraltar climbs onto the ring apron! Hoff calls him into the ring, and Girbaltar steps over the top rope-- ANDREW Gibraltar....unhhh.....don't.... Gibraltar looks at Andrew, then at Hoff, then at Andrew...and walks over to his master. Gibraltar steps between Hoff and Andrew. Hoff smirks at Gibraltar, then heads out of the ring and up the ramp. COLE Wow, that was intense! CABOOSE Hoff is a damn CRIMINAL, Cole. That was not "intense." COACH Yeah it was! CABOOSE Ugh. COLE Well, this certainly adds fuel to Hoff and Gibraltar's match in three days at The Year of Living Anglelously! Cut To Backstage Area (Backstage Rick Edwards and J. Arthur are walking and laughing when Rick bumps into AJ Flaire.) RICK Watch where you’re going A.J.! By the way what does AJ even stand for anyway? Absolute Jackass?? (Turns to J. Arthur and laughs) AJ Real funny. I almost forgot to laugh. I heard you want a shot at my title. What would a washed up wannabe superhero want with the X Title? RICK Well someone needs to take the title away from the garbage pile it’s sitting in now and make it look good again. I figure why let it go to waste? AJ Tell you what. You watch my match at Living Angleously carefully and maybe you’ll learn enough to be worthy of a shot. Until then you’ll just have to wait. (AJ walks away as Rick exchanges glances with J. Arthur and then smirks.) RICK Don’t worry AJ. I’ll be keeping a real close eye on the outcome of that match! COMMERCIALS

*The lights in the arena go out and suddenly a green light bathes the entrance. The Misfits "Scarecrow Man" begins to play as the fans stand to boo. Skull Mask and Skull Kid appear on the ramp and survey the crowd with no emotion in there faces. Finally in unison both men raise there arms high over there head and then begin to walk to the ring.* ANNOUNCER: Making there way to the ring. From Mexico City! At a total combined weight of 495 pounds. Skull Mask and Skull Kid......THE CULT OF DAMARAMU! *The fans boo at hearing Damaramu's name.* ANNOUNCER: And there opponents. The team of Johnny and Luke Solo! *Skull Mask and Skull Kid enter the ring as the Solo Brothers stand looking around in fear. Finally Johnny steps up pounding his chest declaring that he will take on Skull Mask. The bell rings and things are underway.* COLE Well Johnny Solo is being brave, but I don't know if it will pay off in the end. *Johnny goes to lock up with Skull Mask but it's not much of a contest as Skull Mask easily shoves him to the mat. Johnny goes to his feet again and tries another lock up. This time he's shoved down into the corner. Johnny stands and screams running at Skull Mask only to be hip tossed by the suprisingly agile Mask. Johnny roles onto his feet and is met with a clubbing blow by Mask's hand.* COLE And Johnny Solo is not a small man! But Skull Mask is tossing him around like he's nothing! COACH This doesn't look good for the Solo brothers. CABOOSE Nothing ever does. They should both just go solo. HAHA! GET IT!? COLE Ummm.....yeah. Back to the match........ *Skull tosses Johnny into the corner and begins to lay into him with hard reverse elbows. Skull steps out and brings his foot up choking Johnny in the corner. Skull releases the choke as Johnny falls into his arms. Skull lifts him for a powerslam and tags in Kid.* COLE Now we get our first look at Skull Kid. *Skull Kid hits the ropes and comes flying in with a dropkick taking Johnny off of his feet. Kid looks at the other corner and nails Luke out of nowhere with a superkick!* CABOOSE Well is he going to do anything!? I haven't seen him yet! COLE He's in there.......he's just really fast....... CABOOSE You obviously didn't notice my joke.....idiot. *Skull Kid hits the rope as Johnny starts to rise and nails him with a spinning wheel kick. Johnny tries to get up but is met with hard martial arts kicks that take him off of his feet. Kid continues the assault as Johnny rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Johnny walks to the base of the ramp but it's not far enough! Kid hits the ropes and comes flying in leaping to the top rope and spinning around coming down with a moonsault! The fans all go nuts at the spectacular move they just saw. Still with no emotion Skull Kid slides Johnny into the ring and uses the top rope as a springboard to drop another moonsault.* COLE Jeez this guy can move. CABOOSE They're the perfect combination! Strength and Speed! COACH Damn that Damaramu. *Skull Kid is down for the cover! 1!!!! 2!!!!!! KICK OUT!* COLE Just barely! *Skull Kid is back on his feet as he sends Johnny into the ropes and jumps delivering a hard hurricarana on his way back in. Kid tags in mask as Johnny tries to make it to the ropes. Skull his quickly in grabbing Johnny by the hair and yanking him around picking him up on his shoulders for a powerslam. Skull drives Johnny into the mat as the fans all wince in pain at the beating. Luke is up on the apron again but is quickly met with a big boot from Skull Mask.* COLE I don't think Luke will ever get into this match! COACH It's not looking like it. *Skull pulls Johnny's head between his legs and gives the signal for the end. Johnny is picked up high and then whipped around in a vicious helicopter spin as Skull Mask drives him down with a sit out powerbomb! The fans know it's over and begin to boo but Mask isn't done. Instead he tags in Skull Kid. Kid leaps to the top rope as camera's begin flashing. Kid takes flight and comes crashing down with a beautiful 450 leg drop! Nearly cutting Johnny's head off! The pinfall! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* ANNOUNCER Here are your winners.........SKULL MASK AND SKULL KID THE CULT OF DAMARAMU!!!!!! *The fans boo as Skull Mask comes back into the ring with a chair. Intending to use it on Johnny. But Luke comes to his rescue delivering some shots to Mask's back! Unphased Skull Mask whips around and dents the chair across Luke's head laying him out!* COLE This is uncalled for! *Mask turns and drops the chair on the ground next to the turnbuckle. Skull Kid grabs Johnny as if going for a diamond cutter but runs up the ropes....ACID DROP ON THE CHAIR! The fans all boo at this sick display as "Scarecrow Man" begins to play and both men raise there hands in victory. We quickly cut to the back where Damaramu is standing behing GPX.* DAMARAMU Have fun at the pay per view boys. *Johnny and Scotty just turn and look at one another with there jaws nearly hitting the floor.* COMMERCIAL “LIGHTNING CREW!” *The fans stand and boo as a lightning bolt hits the entrance way and “No Chance in Hell” by Bradley Boyds begins to play. Mr. Boricua and The Cuban Wall emerge with their hands lifted high in the air jawing at the fans as they make there way to the ring.* MICHAEL BUFFER: The following contest is a handicap match! Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 585 pounds......THE CUBAN WALL AND MR. BORRRRRRRICUA!!!!! *The fans boo as both men are now in the ring on the turnbuckles jawing with fans in the front row. Suddenly, though, the boos turn to wild cheers as the OU Fight Song starts up! Ryan Smith appears out of the entrance way with his hands in the air pumping his fist to the sky! He walks to the ring with a big grin on his face slapping the fans hands as he continues. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks up to the two men in the ring.* BUFFER: And their opponent! From Norman Oklahoma weighing in at 225 pounds.....RYAN SMITH!!! CABOOSE: Hey guess what I found out guys? COLE: What? CABOOSE: This isn’t a tag in and out handicap match.....this is both men in at the same time! COACH: That’s not good....... *Smith slowly walks around the ring as both men just continue to talk trash to him, begging him to enter the ring. Wall is talking trash while Boricua grunts various threats. Finally, Smith stops by the announcer's table and grabs a chair! He dives into the ring with it and Boricua comes in first only to be met with a crack to the head! The fans erupt as Wall charges in and receives a blow to the stomach! Smith lifts it high and brings it down across Wall’s back! Smith lifts it high again but the ref steals it out from under him. Rather than argue though Smith decides to act quickly. He hits the rope and comes flying in with a dropkick to the face of Cuban Wall who was on all fours! Boricua is back up and charges in! Smith behind him...german suplex!* COLE: Smith handling himself pretty well early on here! CABOOSE: It was that damn chair! *Wall once again tries to stand only to be met with a super kick from Smith that takes him back off his feet! Smith fighting like a trapped rat goes for anything he can! He rakes Boricua in the eyes and then turns around to deliver a hard kick between Wall’s legs as he tries to stand! Boricua tries a punch but Smith ducks under and begins laying in with various rights and lefts! Boricua is staggered as Smith irish whips him and tries to go in for a crossbody....but he’s caught! Boricua holds him up shaking his head. Smith begins to fight it and finally falls over onto Boricua! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!! Easy kick out!* COLE: Smith is fighting like a man possessed! COACH: Possessed with fear! *Smith kips back up as Cuban Wall comes running in with a clothesline, but Smith ducks! Cuban Wall goes flying into the turnbuckle and backs up! Smith hits the ropes next to the turnbuckles and spears the big Wall! Boricua comes charging in only to have Smith duck as he flies into the corner! Smith picks Wall up and irish whips him into Boricua! Both men lay in the corner as Smith hits the opposite corner! Smith gives a loud war cry and then goes flying across the ring......STINGER SPLASH!* COLE: I am damn impressed, guys. *Wall starts to come out of the corner but he’s met with a DDT that plants him into the mat! Smith slides out of the ring and grabs the feet of Boricua and yanks....tripping him right into the crotch of The Cuban Wall! The fans erupt as Smith heads back into the ring. Cuban Wall holding himself tries to get to his feet but Smith hits the ropes and FLIES in to his head swinging around and delivering a lightening speed Sleeper drop! Smith with the cover! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!! BORICUA WITH AN ELBOW! CABOOSE: Now it begins! *Smith grabs his head and tries to get to his feet but Boricua is on him delivering hard rights and lefts that back Smith up in the corner. Once in the corner Boricua gives him a few Vader like shots to the head before pulling him out and delivering a hard powerslam! Boricua hits the ropes......splash! Cuban Wall is back up and hits the ropes......splash! They pull Smith back up and punch him in between them! Smith volleys back and forth between the two men receiving a punch from each before Wall finally catches him with a spinning belly to belly suplex! Boricua pulls him to his feet as Wall calls for a powerbomb! Boricua lifts Smith up for the powerbomb as Wall grabs him and helps to bring him crashing back down to the mat! Pinfall! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SMITH KICKS OUT! THE FANS ERUPT!* COLE: What will it take to put Smith out!? CABOOSE: They’ve got him! *Boricua and Wall both look super pissed at the kick out. Wall pulls Smith up and grabs him around the throat. Boricua does the same and they deliver a hard double chokeslam that nearly breaks Smith in half! Smith tries to roll away but Boricua yanks him to his feet and sends him into the corner! Boricua comes in for an avalanche.....SMITH MOVES! The fans erupt as Smith moves out of the way and back towards the center of the ring...but he’s met with a hard lariat from The Cuban Wall! The fans boo as Wall continues his beating with some hard stomps. Boricua comes out of the corner holding his chest and yanks Smith to his feet. Boricua grabs Smith by the head and begins to headbutt him. Smith goes motionless as the blows continue to pound into his forehead! Finally The Cuban Wall calls for an end to it all! He tells Boricua to hold Smith as he goes to the corner and grabs the chain! Boricua grabs Smith around the neck and holds him motionless as Wall wraps it around his fist!* COLE: Oh come on! You’ve got him beaten! You don’t have to do this! CABOOSE: Yes they do! Smith needs to learn! *Wall hits the ropes and comes in with the chain....the fans stand expecting Smith to duck......no such luck as the chain crashes straight into Smith’s face! Smith falls forward out like a light as The Cuban Wall drops down for the pin.* 1!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING! DING! DING!* MICHAEL BUFFER: Ladies and Gentleman here are your winners...........THE CUBAN WALL AND MR. BORRRRRRRICUA!!!!!!! *The fans boo as both men raise their hands in victory. They shoot each other a sly look and then both turn towards Smith! The Cuban Wall still with the chain delivers a hard fist drop to Smith’s face!* COLE: Oh come on! This is uncalled for! *Mr. Boricua picks Smith up on his shoulders and brings him back down with the powerslam! Cuban Wall picks Smith up on his shoulders and screams out dropping him with the Wall Breaker! The fans continue to boo as they start stomping away on the lifeless Smith who is bleeding from the nose!* COLE: Will somebody stop this? CABOOSE: Don't stop this! This is great! COACHMAN: Ryan Smith is getting beat on by Cuban Wall, the man he will be facing in a Chain-On-A-Pole Match this Sunday at The Year of Living Anglelously! CABOOSE: Remember the rules. The first man to grab the chain, uses it! This is Wall's match to win! He can't lose in a match that is involves his weapon of choice! *Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua beat on Ryan Smith, but soon, The Mad Cappa arrives. The crowd cheers loudly as Cappa attacks.* COLE: THE MAD CAPPA IS HERE! CABOOSE: WHAT IS HE DOING HERE? HE'S NOT FRIENDS WITH SMITH! COLE: BUT CUBAN WALL AND MR. BORICUA ARE BOTH MEMBERS OF THE LIGHTNING CREW, WHICH IS LED BY THA PUERTO RICAN! CAPPA HATES THE LIGHTNING CREW! NOT JUST THA PUERTO RICAN! *The Mad Cappa punches Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua. Boricua and Wall are down on the mat while the crowd goes crazy. Cappa gives Cuban Wall the BUST A CAP. He then gives Mr. Boricua a BUST A CAP. Boricua and Wall leave the ring.* COLE: AND THE MAD CAPPA HAS STRUCK ONCE AGAIN! TAKING DOWN CUBAN WALL AND MR. BORICUA AND SAVING RYAN SMITH FROM A BRUTAL BEATING! COACHMAN: THE MAD CAPPA HAS THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT BACK IN HIS POSESSION! NOW HE MUST DEFEND THAT TITLE THIS SUNDAY AT LIVING ANGLELOUSLY ONE MORE TIME WITH P.R.'S BEST FRIEND COLOMBIAN HEAT AS THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE! WILL CAPPA OVERCOME THOSE TWO TO RETAIN HIS TITLE! COLE: IF THE MAD CAPPA CAN OVERCOME BEING THROWN INTO A RIVER FROM A BRIDGE THEN HE COULD SURELY OVERCOME THE SNEAKINESS OF THE HEART AND SOUL OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! *Medical personel checks on Ryan Smith. The Mad Cappa helps Ryan Smith exit the ring. The crowd is still cheering, and are chanting "MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!" "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)" by DJ Kool starts playing as The Mad Cappa is now alone in the ring. Cappa dances to get the crowd hyped up and bounces up and down raising the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt for the crowd to see. Cappa's smile has returned as he is beaming in the ring.* COLE: The Mad Cappa is now back from the hell he went through last week. And he looks more than ready to take on Tha Puerto Rican this Sunday at The Year Of Living Anglelously in what is guaranteed to be the last meeting between P.R. and Cappa. One More Time. These two will lock up at Living Anglelously! *The Mad Cappa still stands in the ring with the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship in his posession. The crowd cheers turn to boos however, when Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat run into the ring. P.R. gets ready with Cappa in front of him.* COLE: Tha Puerto Rican has entered the ring and The Mad Cappa hasn't noticed him! LOOK OUT CAPPA! LOOK OUT! CABOOSE: Oh boy! Is he in for a rude awakening! *The crowd tries to warn Cappa, but Cappa doesn't understand what they are saying. Cappa raises the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt and then turns around...right into a P.R. Nightmare by Tha Puerto Rican.* COLE: WHOA! THA PUERTO RICAN HAS JUST ATTACKED THE MAD CAPPA ONCE AGAIN! CABOOSE: HA! HA! HA! ONCE AGAIN, P.R. SUPRISES CAPPA! COACHMAN: THE MAD CAPPA IS NOW ON THE MAT IN PAIN! *The crowd boos loudly as the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship lies on the mat. P.R. sneers at Cappa and spits in his face. "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)" by DJ Kool stops playing. He covers Cappa and orders Colombian Heat to count the pin. Heat puts on a referee shirt which causes the crowd to boo more. Heat laughs evilly at Mad Cappa.* COLE: Oh no! What are they doing now? COACH: P.R. is going to pin Cappa! *Tha Puerto Rican covers The Mad Cappa and Colombian Heat counts.* 1... 2... 3!!! *The crowd boos even louder as Tha Puerto Rican raises his hands in victory. Colombian Heat raises P.R.'s hands and then grabs a microphone.* CABOOSE: Tha Puerto Rican is giving The Mad Cappa a preview of what is going to happen this Sunday! COLOMBIAN HEAT: The winner of this match...and NEW OaOasT Puerto Rican Champion...THA PUERTO RIIIIICANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! CABOOSE: This is just a glimspe into The Mad Cappa's future! You will be hearing this announcement this Sunday at Living Anglelously! Tha Puerto Rican will once again be the Puerto Rican Champion this Sunday! *Tha Puerto Rican sneers at Cappa, who is still on the mat in pain. He looks at the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt with a psychotic look on his face. He raises the belt over The Mad Cappa's body causing the crowd to boo even louder and throw garbage into the ring. Colombian Heat raises P.R.'s hands in victory as Tha Puerto Rican continues raising the belt with an evil look on his face.* CABOOSE: THE REAL PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION, THA PUERTO RICAN, IS SHOWING THE MAD CAPPA WHO THE BETTER MAN IS! THE MAN WHO WILL WALK OUT OF THE YEAR OF LIVING ANGLELOUSLY THIS SUNDAY AS THE OAOAST PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION!!! *The camera does a close-up of Tha Puerto Rican's evil look. The crowd is still booing loudly as he places the belt over his waist once again. This causes the boos to become louder and more garbage to be thrown into the ring. Colombian Heat helps P.R. put the belt around his waist.* COLE: What is he doing now? Oh no. He's stealing the belt once again! COACH: At the beginning of the show, The Mad Cappa got the Puerto Rican Championship belt back. Now, Tha Puerto Rican is taking it just like he did last week! COLE: And their rematch is only 3 days away! That son-of-a-bitch! *Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat smile and laugh evilly as they trash talk Mad Cappa, who is still not up. P.R. spits in Cappa's face and exits the ring with the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship around his waist. Colombian Heat flips Cappa off while the crowd chants "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!"* COLE: THA PUERTO RICAN IS LEAVING THE RING WITH MAD CAPPA'S PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT ONCE AGAIN! CABOOSE: NOT TRUE! THE BELT IS, AND ALWAYS WILL, BELONG TO THA PUERTO RICAN! THAT IS THA PUERTO RICAN'S BELT! HE BROUGHT THE BELT INTO THE OAOAST! HE HAS BEEN IN POSESSION FOR THE PAST 2 YEARS! NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE MAD CAPPA WANTS IT TO BE TRUE, THE BELT AROUND P.R.'S WAIST WILL ALWAYS BE HIS! IT WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE BLOOD, THE SWEAT, AND THE TEARS OF THA PUERTO RICAN ON IT!!! THE MAD CAPPA'S NAME MAYBE ON THE NAMEPLATE, BUT THAT BELT WAS MADE FOR THA PUERTO RICAN, DAMNIT! THAT BELT WAS CREATED ONLY FOR HIM!!! AND THE MAD CAPPA WILL JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT! HA! HA! HA! HA! COLE: AND NOW THE BELT THAT CAPPA HAS WORKED SO HARD TO GET IS IN THE HANDS OF HIS MORTAL ENEMY! THIS SUNDAY, THE MAD CAPPA WILL HAVE TO GET THE BELT BACK!!! COACH: THE MAD CAPPA WILL NOT ONLY HAVE TO DEFEND THE TITLE, HE WILL ACTUALLY HAVE TO GET THE BELT BACK FROM P.R. THIS SUNDAY! *Tha Puerto Rican and Colombiann Heat leave through the entrance with the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt still in P.R.'s posession. Colombian Heat flips Cappa off and raises his hands in victory as Cappa lies on the mat. The crowd is booing loudly chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!* COLE: This Sunday, The Mad Cappa will have to go through not only Tha Puerto Rican, but Colombian Heat, to retain the Puerto Rican Championship and get the belt back! Cappa has gone through hell throughout his OaOasT career! This is just another obstacle he must overcome! CABOOSE: But he will fail this time. Mark my words, The Mad Cappa will fail! COLE: It will be a hell of a fight this Sunday! Will The Mad Cappa overcome this obstacle? Or will he finally fall to Tha Puerto Rican and lose the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship? We will find out this Sunday at The Year of Living Anglelously!!! *FADE OUT* COMMERCIALS

*We see backstage as Skull Mask and Skull Kid head to the ring accompanied by Damaramu. They pass by the Global Party Exchange sitting on a crate talking.* DAMARAMU Well if it isn't everyone's favorite party kids. SCOTTY And if it isn't our favorite to. Jim Jones! How ya doing? DAMARAMU That wasn't funny? Did you guys think that was funny? *Both men remain emotionless.* DAMARAMU Listen....kids. *Johnny and Scotty jump up at being called that to get in Dama's face but are quickly cut off by Mask and Kid who step in front of Dama.* SCOTTY Listen to what? DAMARAMU My boys here don't have a match this Sunday. And by checking the card neither to you two punks. So how about you take on my Cult? If you think you can hang that is. JOHNNY These two? Man I shouldn't even waste my time but I'll do it! You in Scotty? SCOTTY I'm in. DAMARAMU Well then they'll see you Sunday. Now onto your match boys! You two sit right here and watch. *Damaramu points to the monitor as the GPX sit down. Dama pulls up a chair behind them and plops down.* DAMARAMU I'll watch it with you. Cut To Ringside Area MC There might be an interesting situation brewing between Skull Mask, Skull Kid, and the Global Party Exchange. COACH There's a tag team match that I would LOVE to see! COLE And here comes Mike Hunt down to ringside, in preparation for his upcoming matchup with Damaramu. COACH Oh my god…..Cole…..do you realize what you just said? COLE What do you mean? COACH His name. What did you say his name was? CABOOSE Oh god, not this again. COLE Mike Hunt. Why? COACH HA! No reason. But refresh my memory again. What’s the name? COLE Mike….. *GONG!! All the lights in the arena go out as funeral bells begin gonging* COACH Oh damn…..nevermind. *The Ministry of Darkness music begins playing as green smoke rolls out onto the stage. The fans all stand in awe as Skull Mask and Skull Kid emerge from the backstage area and kneel in front of the entrance as if praying to a dark deity. A green light illuminates the entrance way as Damaramu walks out with his white hair hanging in his face.* CABOOSE And THERE’S the man that will get his comeuppance this Sunday. Does Dama yet realize how much trouble he’s in? COLE From the look on his face, I would say he has absolutely NO fear about facing Drek Stone. I don’t know if we can say the same for Drek. *Damaramu slowly walks to the ring past his followers who rise and exit to the back as he passes. Dama continues to slowly stalk to the ring as his opponent Mike Hunt stands in the ring appearing to piss himself.* ANNOUNCER: From Moore Oklahoma! Weighing in at 250 pounds.......DAMARAMU!!!!!!!! *Damaramu stands on the steps and slowly lifts his arms bringing the houselights up with the sound of thunder crashing. Hunt backs up to the ropes as Dama slowly enters the ring and flips his hair back revealing his white eyes. Hunt is backed to the corner looking like he wants to get out of the ring. Dama just stands silently and still waiting for him to make the first move* Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One. *Drek Stone slowly saunters out of the entranceway, stopping at the top of the stage. As Drek walks down the ramp, he locks eyes with Dama, and neither man is willing to end the staredown. He stops at the end of the ramp, in front of the ring, and continues to coldly stare at Damaramu. Finally, he begins to slowly roll up his sleeves.* COLE Uh-oh…..what is Drek planning to do here? COACH He knows the rules Mr. Vigoda laid out before. If he lays a hand on Dama, he’ll be immediately suspended, and vice-versa. Mr. Vigoda wants no more physical confrontations between these two men. CABOOSE But sometimes pride is just more important…..and this may be one of those times. *The two men continue to stare until Drek finally strolls around the ring and walks over to the ringside commentators. He yanks a pair of headphones off of Coach’s head, and sits down next to Caboose. Coach, looking a bit humiliated, quickly finds another pair of headphones underneath the table. Meanwhile, Dama continues to stare at Drek with a scowl on his face, but finally focuses his attention back onto Hunt* CABOOSE Mr. Stone, it’s quite an honor to have you here at ringside tonight. DREK Please, please, Boose, my friends call me Drek. Go ahead. COACH So Drek….. DREK You mean Mr. Stone. *The ref rings the bell and Hunt slowly walks over to Dama lifting one hand for a test of strength. Dama grabs Hunt's hand and quickly twists it over causing the man to jump in pain* COLE Look at the strength of Damaramu, winning the Test-of-Strength easily. CABOOSE Oh come on, anybody could beat Mike Hunt in a strength contest. COACH Caboose, do you realize what you just said? You said…. DREK Christ, Boose, how do you put up with this pointless drivel? CABOOSE It’s tough but……WHOA! *Dama lets go as Hunt backs up and Dama is on him! Hard rights and lefts back Hunt up to the corner as Dama wails away. Hunt tries to get out of the corner but Dama shoves him back in and begins to deliver hard elbow smashes. Hunt is looking dazed as Damaramu spins around and gives him a rolling elbow!* COLE What an assault, just a few seconds after the bell rings! Mr. Stone, doesn’t this make you nervous at all? DREK Nervous? Are you kidding? Did you SEE what I did to Simon Stone? Damaramu’s in for more of that pain this Sunday. *Hunt starts to fall out of the corner as Dama grabs him around the waist and flips him over with a belly to belly suplex! Hunt rolls onto his head and then lays flat on his back as Dama gets back up to continue the beating. Dama yanks Hunt up by his hair and grabs him around the throat lifting him high and bringing him down with a chokeslam.* COACH Well, that move looks a little familiar to you tonight, doesn’t it? DREK Are you referring to that sneak-attack last week? When I tripped, fell into the corner of the picture frame, and opened up a tiny cut on my forehead? Is that what you’re referring to? COACH Well, not exactl….. DREK Because THAT’S what happened, Coach. That son of a bitch didn’t get me. I got myself. Got it?! GOT IT?! COLE I think he’s got it…… *Dama stops and looks over the ropes at Drek Stone who sits at the announce table. Dama crosses his throat with his thumb giving the sign for the end.* COLE Mr. Stone, it looks like Dama was sending a message to you right then. DREK …..er……what? A message? Wa…..Was that he was sending? A message? Well, let me send him a little message of my own. *Behind Dama’s back, Drek flashes him the middle finger.* DREK How that’s for a message? That’s what I think of him and his damn threats. *Dama turns to poor Hunt who is already out of it and puts his head between his legs. Dama lifts him high over his head and brings him down with a crashing powerbomb! Dama heads to the top rope as the fans begin to take pictures.* COACH Oh man, what could Dama be preparing for here? CABOOSE He might be getting up on the turnbuckle, just so everybody could see him apologize to Drek. DREK Caboose, I like the way you think. That might just be….. *Drek is interrupted with Damaramu taking flight with a picture perfect flying elbow, just like Ryan Smith. He crashes down into Hunt’s chest and grabs the cover. 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNOUNCER And here’s your winner……..DAMARAMU!!!!! *Dama’s music begins playing as he stares at the lifeless body of Mike Hunt laying in front of him* COLE And just like that. It’s over. Drek, are you saying that you have absolutely no reservations about facing Damaramu this Sunday at Living Anglelously? DREK …no……..wait, what? Of course not. And to…show you…. *Drek rips off the headset and slowly walks into the ring, glaring at Damaramu. They stare at one another for a little while, until Dama lifts his arms. The houselights go out, and green light bathes the entire ring. Drek never takes his eyes off Dama, and Dama doesn’t take his eyes off Drek. * COACH They can’t touch each other. That’s what…. CABOOSE Allright, Coach, we just saw him say it a little while ago. Can you end your diarrhea of the mouth for one minute? *Both men continue to stare at each other, until Drek finally starts mouthing off to Dama. Although the fans can’t hear quite what Drek is saying, it’s obvious that the words aren’t very kind. After a few seconds of trash-talking, Drek rolls out of the ring and begins to back up the ramp, talking the entire way. Through it all, Dama has remained silent, his eyes never wavering away from Drek. Finally, upon reaching the top of the ramp, Drek stops talking, but keeps his eyes remaining on Dama* COLE Can you feel the intensity?! Can you feel just how much both guys dislike each other?! What a match this is going to be! CABOOSE Well, if both men ever stop glaring at each other….. COACH It’s all taking place THIS SUNDAY! AT LIVING ANGLELOUSLY!! *COMMERCIAL*

(We cut to a bar near the arena where a cameraman and Jackie Gayda have found Rick Edwards. Rick is sitting at the bar drinking when he notices Jackie and groans.) JACKIE There you are! You were supposed to be backstage for an interview, but I was told you came over here. RICK I came here to get away from you. You dumb ho! JACKIE Excuse me!? I am not a dumb ho! RICK Oh I’m sorry. I meant stupid bitch. JACKIE (Looking very hurt) What has gotten into you lately?? RICK Beer. (Burps) JACKIE That’s not what I meant! RICK You know what? You’re ALMOST as good at interviewing as you are at wrestling. JACKIE Well finally you say something nice. RICK (Looking a little confused) Yeah you’re a smart one alright. Look…just tell them I’ll be back in time for my match! Can you manage that?? JACKIE Fine! (Cut back to the arena) CUE: Tear Away by Drowning Pool COLE Well I guess someone pried Rick away from that bar after all. CABOOSE I wish someone would pry me away from this announce table. COACH Hey that gives me an idea! Let’s all go out for beers after the show! CABOOSE Let’s not! (Rick Edwards walks out looking a little inebriated, but still walking straight. He ignores some heckling fans as he slides into the ring and takes a mic. Chris Stevens is already in the ring awaiting the start of the match.) RICK Just step back a second son because I’ve got something to say first. (Chris shrugs his shoulders and leans against the corner while Rick continues to talk.) RICK Frankly I don’t want to be here tonight if this is all they have to offer me. I didn’t come back so I could squash some jobbers or do pointless little backstage interviews with some bimbo. I came back to get some gold and instead the give me this idiot over there and a pat on the back saying, “Welcome home Blurricane.” Well let me tell you something! Don’t ever call me Blurricane again!!! (The fans start chanting “Blurricane”) RICK Blurricane is dead!! (The fans chant louder) RICK Blurricane is dead and I killed the bastard!! I never was given a serious shot at a serious title back then! Even in my one OAOAST Title shot I was never even considered a real threat! They put me in there to liven the mood and said, “Go be a hero Blurricane! Protect the girl!” Well she didn’t need protection and I didn’t need your false encouragement! No one ever said, “You can win it all!” COLE I have never heard a more bitter man than this. CABOOSE He’s just stating the truth. RICK Other than the Elimination Chamber, all I got were shots at joke titles like the Puerto Rican Title and the freakin’ F13 title! Now I want something better. Now I’m not fool enough to think that I can just get an OAOAST Title shot so I’ll start with the next best thing and that is the X-Title! COLE I wonder what AJ Flaire has to say about that? RICK Now I also know that where I went wrong with Blurricane is that I let people walk all over me, but that will not happen again! Therefore, I went and found the only person I can trust! I found the only family I have left that did not try to kill me! I called up the one man who did come see me in the hospital and that man is my cousin. COLE Who is his cousin?? CUE: Money by Pink Floyd COLE Oh hell no! (The fans boo as J. Arthur Edwards makes his return with a smirk on his face. He comes out applauding Rick and saying, “You are the man!”) CABOOSE Finally, a little class returns to HD! (J. Arthur steps into the ring dressed like some sort of urban cowboy. His hair is down to his shoulders and he has on jeans, a white, long sleeved, button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, boots, and a belt buckle that has J.A.E. in diamonds. He takes the mic and waves to the crowd who boo in return.) J. ARTHUR Thank you Rick. Thank you for bringing me back and for helping me get an OAOAST contract because you are right! You deserve that X-Title and you deserve the OAOAST Title as well! I will make sure that you get a fair deal like you got me a fair deal. After all, I am a lawyer and if they do not give you what you deserve I will sue their asses! (J. Arthur tosses the mic back to Rick with a smile, as Chris Stevens looks impatient in the corner.) RICK Sit tight you little bitch I am dealing with important business right now! (Rick pats Chris on the side of the face and then turns to toss the mic out of the ring. Rick then whips around, jumping into the air and nailing Chris in the back of the head with an Enziguri!) COLE My God!! Rick calls that the Doomsday Kick and he just leveled Chris Stevens with it! *DING DING DING* Rick then picks Stevens up by the head and goes to whip him to the ropes, but at the last second, he pulls him back and hits a Short Arm Clothesline! He then hits the ropes, performs a Flipping Leg Drop, and then kips up to his feet. COLE Just pin the kid and end it! CABOOSE Let him have his fun! COACH I wouldn’t call that much fun for Stevens. I’d call it… CABOOSE I don’t care what you’d call it! Rick waits for Stevens to stand and then takes him down again with a Flipping Dropkick. He then walks over to Stevens and blows a big snot rocket on him, which draws boos from the crowd. COLE That’s just disgusting! Stevens slowly stands and Rick is waiting there with a hard slap before shoving him into the corner and taking off to the opposite corner. Rick then runs in and hits a leaping High Knee that whips Steven’s head back hard. Stevens almost falls flat on his face, but Rick catches him and places him on the top rope, facing the inside of the ring. He then runs up the ropes and hits an Enziguri that sends Stevens somersaulting back into the ring and landing hard on his back. COLE He calls that the “Brain Damage” and I think Stevens might have some! CABOOSE You have to have brains first Cole! Rick goes for a cover. 1 2 No! Rick pulls him up after 2! COLE Oh come on dammit!! Rick then takes Stevens’ own arm and raps around Stevens’ throat and pulls him down with the Rough Break neckbreaker, but he doesn’t got for the cover. He pulls Stevens back up and goes for a Reverse Vertical Suplex, but as he gets him up, he leaps out and hits a Diamond Cutter! COLE Superman’s Dead!!! COACH What!? (Starts crying) COLE No dummy, that’s the name of Rick’s finisher! Superman’s Dead! Rick makes the cover. 1 2 3!!! *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Here’s your winner…RICK EDWARDS!!!! The ref goes to raise Rick’s hand, but J. Arthur shoves him aside and raises it himself. The fans boo as Rick and J.A. hug in the middle of the ring. CABOOSE That Stevens kid is dead. Someone needs to bring a body bag out here. COLE Was that supposed to be a message to AJ or whoever will be X Champion after Living Angleously? I guess we’ll find out. = Cut to a graveyard. A sweep of shadows go over the gravyeard. When they end, the form of Mad Matt is standing there wearing sunglasses, a black trenchcoat, black pants, and a black Shadow of Madness t-shirt. MATT:Many thought me vanquished when I destroyed Jeremy Red, but paid the heavy price in injury back at Anglemania. However appearences are not what they seem. The shadows pan over the land once more and when they dissappear, Mad Matt is gone. Graphic: The Madness is reborn in two weeks on HeldDown. COMMERCIAL BREAK

*The camera cuts to see Drek Stone walking through the hallway, dressed in a black suit jacket and maroon turtleneck. In one hand is a piece of luggage, and in the other hand is a wooden baseball bat emblazoned with the “New York Mets” logo on the end. He seems to be walking with a purpose, looking like he has bad intentions on his mind. However, he is quickly stopped by Abe Vigoda standing in front of him. ABE Just the man I wanted to see….. DREK *sigh* Wow….yeah Abe….hi…..right…..just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better, it takes that extra step. ABE It’s nice to see you too. Now, what I wanted to say was……uh……..why do you have that baseball bat in your hand, huh? DREK This? ABE Did you really have to ask? Listen, what’s with the Mets logo on the end? Everybody knows that if you’re from New York, you follow the Yankees. My father used to take us to a few games. One time.....I'll never forget this.....when we were sitting in the bleachers, my old man....wait......hold on, I'm trying to remember….. DREK OH! This baseball bat……well Abe, I’m sure you saw what happened to me last week at the hands of Damaramu. Well, excuse me, but I need to take steps to make sure this doesn’t happen. I brought this for self-defense…..and if his kneecaps happen to get whacked in the process, so be it. ABE Ah, so that was your plan. Somehow, I knew that. Anyway, none of that action will be taking place tonight. DREK What the hell are you talking about? ABE I saw what happened last week, and I didn’t like it. I’m not happy about things like that happening here in the OAOAST on my watch. Your first-ever OAOAST Pay-Per-View match is scheduled for this Sunday, and I want to make sure it actually happens. If someone is too hurt to make it, I’ll be unhappy. And if you want to see me when I’m unhappy, just rent “Good Burger”!! DREK What the hell were you thinking when you made that? ABE Let’s not get off the subject. I don’t like to do that. The point is that you are not to physically touch Damaramu tonight, and he is not to physically attack you either. I will make sure you two MAKE IT to this Sunday. If one of you lays a hand on the other, you will be immediately suspended without pay. DREK Abe, you can’t tell me what to do with that…..that TOPA! That MERDA! If I want to get Dama, I will do it with or without your permission. ABE Then we may have an issue….. *Drek immediately turns away from Abe and starts storming down the hallway. During his walk, he smacks his baseball bat into the wall and lets it drop at his feet. He continues to storm away, unleashing a trail of obscenities the entire time. Abe watches him with a cautious smile and walks the other way* CABOOSE Of course. See, this is just another example of Abe Vigoda’s bias. It’s okay for Dama to attack Drek Stone at will, but not okay for Drek to retaliate. Just your typical racism against Italians. COLE But Caboose, Vigoda is an Italian nam…. COACH Cole, just give it up. Anyway, Drek has an important choice to make tonight. Is he going to get Dama back for the attack he inflicted last week, or is he actually going to wait for this Sunday? CABOOSE Imagine if Drek was suspended from OAOAST programming already. Ratings would plummet! It’d be insanity! This isn’t good…… (Cut back to the arena) MC Folks, welcome to HeldDOWN~!. The Lightning Crew coming out didn't let us have our usual intro, so we're going to have it now. Alongside Caboose and The Coach, I am Michael Cole, at the final stop on our road to Living Angleously this Sunday night. This week, we'll be seeing Damaramu in action, as he prepares for his huge match with the newcomer Drek Stone, this Sunday night. Plus, Rick Edwards will see singles competition. We heard he has something important to say while he's out here tonight. COACH Also, we'll see a huge tag team contest based on last week's main event, as Adreneline Champion Dan Black will team with Axel to face Gunner Sharps and the X-Division Champion AJ Flaire. This will be a preview of sorts for this Sunday, as Flaire will face Black to unify their two championships, and Sharps will face former partner Axel. CABOOSE Plus, we get to see if Sly Sommers uncovers any more dirt on that World Champion-level slimeball, Zack Malibu! MC What I think my partner means to say is, we'll see the last chapter in the Zack Malibu and Sly Sommers saga before they head to their huge World Title main event this Sunday night at Living Angleously. CABOOSE I meant what I said, you doof. COACH Without any further ado, let's go to our opening contest! ::The house lights go out, followed by various multi-colored lights flashing throughout the building. Nate, Mikey, and SB87 then come out, dancing and bouncing to the music. SB87 swivels glowsticks in the air, as Nate and Mikey look to be pulling a handful of pills out of their pocket and shoving them in their mouths. They then quickly dance down to the ring, where SB87 tosses one glowstick to Nate, and the other to Mikey. He then goes into the ring and performs a bedazzling display of breakdancing.:: BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it has a ten-minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by fellow Rave and Assault Squad members Mikey and Nate...from Wherever He Slept Last Night; weighing in at 136 pounds....he is SB87! MC This kid might turn out to be the new flying phenom of the OAOAST if he keeps his current pace! He was incredible last week! BUFFER And his opponent...already in the ring, from El Paso, Texas; weighing in at 185 pounds...he is Phoenix! CABOOSE This match was booked after last week's marvelous debut for the Rave and Assault Squad, after Phoenix complained that he is a singles wrestler, and not a tag worker. Therefore, he's set to face the singles debut of the newest high-flyer on the OAOAST roster, SB87! ::bell rings:: Phoenix steps to the center of the ring, and immediately sticks his hand upward in gest, making fun of the fact that SB87 is too short to lock his hand in for a Greco-Roman knucklelock. SB87 chuckles for a second, then charges forward and hits an astounding front-flip dropkick! COACH It's not the size of the fighter, but the size of the fight he brings! MC What are you gonna do next, kick me in the face, Low Ki? COACH ::angry monkey pose:: Phoenix then stumbles into a corner. SB87 kicks him in the mid-section, and then walks to the center of the ring. SB87 charges forward, and jumps up for a monkey flip. But, in mid-move, he hops up and finishes the takeover as a hurricanrana. SB87 waits for Phoenix to come to his feet. When Phoenix gets to a bent, yet standing position, SB87 jumps onto his back, and then hops back and brings him over with another hurricanrana! MC He can hit that move from ANY angle! Both men pop back up, and SB87 charges at Phoenix with a clothesline. But, Phoenix ducks the clothesline, twists SB87 aruond for a neckbreaker, dropping SB87's neck onto his knee. Phoenix goes for the early cover......1........2......kickout. Phoenix pulls SB87 up, and punches him to send him back down. Phoenix pulls SB87 up again, and gives him another big right hand to send him down. Phoenix pulls SB87 up, and goes for a side suplex. But, SB87 lands on his feet behind Phoenix. Phoenix turns around, and SB87 charges at him, rolling over his bent back. SB87 grabs Phoenix, and brings him back in a rolling prawn hold..........1..........2.......kickout! COACH This kid is busting out new moves from new positions all of the time! SB87 gets shoved near a corner when Phoenix kicks out. Phoenix charges at him, and SB87 attempts a kip-over headscissors. But, Phoenix catches SB87's feet, and hurls him over the top rope and to the floor! CABOOSE He just killed the midget! MC My lord! SB87 is on the floor, obviously in extreme pain. The referee holds back Phoenix from attacking him any more, and calls out a pair of EMT's. The EMT's run out, and examine SB87's back. Phoenix goes to the outside, and asks if he can help them carry SB87 to the back. They let him, and he tries helping SB87 to his feet. Out of nowhere, SB87 slaps Phoenix's hands off of him, and nails a dropsault! MC That sneaky little... CABOOSE I love this damned midget! The dropsault sends Phoenix flying back into the guardrail. SB87 then charges at him, and nails a spinning heel kick that sends himself over the guardrail and into the front row! SB87 then climbs to the top of the guardrail, and nails a dropkick to the back of the stumbling Phoenix's head. SB87 picks Phoenix back up, and tosses him into the ring. SB87 climbs to the top rope, and waits for Phoenix to get to his feet. When he does, SB87 launches off, and nails an incredible twisting cross-body-block! SB87 goes for the cover........1.........2......kickout! COACH How'd he get out of that? SB87 then pulls Phoenix up to a bent position, and delivers two forearms to his back. SB87 then hooks Phoenix's arms, and nails an inverted double-overhook swinging neckbreaker. SB87 then hits the ropes as Phoenix rises to a seated position, and SB87 nails a flip seated neckbreaker (Hennig Neck Snap, but flip in opposite direction). MC A nice series of innovative neckbreakers by SB87. SB87 then stands up, and nails an impressive standing Shooting Star Press. He goes for the cover.........1..........2.......kickout! SB87 pulls Phoenix up, and stands him in the corner. SB87 then charges at him, and goes for a tiger wall flip. But, Phoenix catches the ankles, repositions his arms, and brings Phoenix down with a schoolboy bomb. Phoenix keeps him down for the pin attempt.........1...........2.........kickout! Phoenix then sends SB87 off to the ropes with an Irish whip, but SB87 reverses. SB87 performs a Matrix duck when ducking Phoenix's clothesline. Phoenix turns around, and gets nailed with an impressive step-up enziguri! COACH SB87 should meet gravity sometime, though I doubt they'd get along... The force of the enziguri kicks sends Phoenix through the ropes, and to the outside. SB87 then hops to the top rope on the catty-corner side from Phoenix, and then hops to the top rope on Phoenix's side, launches off, and launches for an impressive shooting star plancha! But, he misses and lands gut-first on the guardrail! MC Major wipeout! CABOOSE Shut up, surfer boy Cole! Phoenix groggily gets to his feet, and then puts SB87 on his shoulders in fireman's carry position. Phoenix then rolls SB87 back into the ring. Phoenix whips SB87 off to the ropes, and scores with a side backbreaker. Phoenix then nails a series of four snap elbowdrops to SB87's back. SB87 attempts to struggle up, so Phoenix repeatedly stomps on him to keep him down. COACH Smart strategy by Phoenix, slowing his smaller, quicker opponent down and grounding him to gain the advantage. Phoenix lifts SB87 up, and drops him with a side suplex. Phoenix goes for the cover........1.........2......kickout. Phoenix then goes to the ropes, and drops a big kneedrop. Phoenix pulls SB87 up, and slams him to the mat. Phoenix follows up with a standing frogsplash, and goes for the cover........1........2......kickout. Phoenix pulls SB87 up, and nails a snap suplex. Phoenix goes for the cover..........1...........2........kickout! MC Using very basic offense on an unbasic wrestler isn't going to work. Phoenix then pulls SB87 up, and shoves him into a corner. He puts him in a seated position, using mudhole stomps. Phoenix then goes to the opposite corner. He charges forward, and tries for a baseball slide. SB87 rolls out of the way, and Phoenix crotches himself on the ringpost. SB87 then gets to his feet, and dropkicks Phoenix in the face. SB87 waits for Phoenix to make any movement. Phoenix then starts to crawl forward. SB87 kicks him in the ribs, keeping him in place on all fours. SB87 climbs onto Phoenix's back, and nails an incredible standing SSP! COACH That came out of nowhere! SB87 then pins Phoenix with La Magistral...........1..............2...........kickout! Both men come back up, and SB87 sends Phoenix back into the corner with a one-foot-launch jumping heel kick. SB87 then sits Phoenix on the top turnbuckle. SB87 climbs to the top rope beside Phoenix, and brings him down with an incredible corkscrew leap into an old Ultimo Dragon-style hurricanrana! CABOOSE How'd he do that? SB87 goes for the cover..........1.............2..........kickout! SB87 then goes to the apron. When Phoenix stumbles up, SB87 springboards to the top rope. He then nails a great full-rotation Tornado DDT! SB87 goes for the cover...........1...........2........rope break! SB87 then waits for Phoenix to rise to his feet. When he does, SB87 goes for a sit-down facebuster. But, Phoenix catches him mid-move and drives him down with a spinebuster slam. Phoenix goes for the cover.......1...........2.......kickout. MC Devastating slam by Phoenix, who may steal the newcomer's thunder tonight! Phoenix pulls SB87 off of the mat, and goes for a slam. But, SB87 elevates himself over Phoenix's shoulders and reverses with a crucifix cradle...........1.........2........kickout! SB87 gets up, and waits for Phoenix to get to his feet. When Phoenix gets to a bent standing position, SB87 leaps with one foot onto his back, and then leaps off and onto the top rope. SB87 then does a backflip and lands an incredible moonsault DDT! SB87 immediately climbs to the top rope again, and nails his impressive finisher, the Roofie! SB87 goes for the cover............1..............2.............3! BUFFER Your winner of the contest.....SB87! MC I don't agree with how the Rave and Assault Squad live their lives, but they have themselves one heck of an innovative high-flyer in SB87! COACH Think about this: this kid is only sixteen years old. Think of how good he'll be by the time he's even legal! MC Wait...I hear there's something going on backstage. Let's go there now! = The cameras cut to a shot of Director of Authority Abe Vigoda's office. Abe is seated at his desk, hands folded, a dour expression on his withered old face. Across the desk, to his left, Hoff sits in a plush chair, never taking his eyes off of the men standing to HIS left, Gibraltar and St. Andrew. All around the room security is standing at attention, and behind the desk, a guard stands with his arm in a sling. ABE Good of you rowdy whippersnaps to join me. ST. ANDREW Yeah, yeah. To what do we owe the privelege? ABE Watch that smart tongue of yours, boy. It just might happen that I have a little solution to this conflict between Hoff and your boy Gubraltar there. Gibraltar flares his nostrils and take a small step toward Abe's desk. Hoff glances at Abe before quickly returning his gaze to the monster. ABE Seeing as you two can't be controlled, and you can't keep this in the ring, I've got an idea. We're going to have a good old-fashioned brawl. You *pointing at Hoff*, I hear tell that you're fond of those. Hoff's visage remains on Gibraltar. ST. ANDREW What are the condiitons, old man? ABE Quiet, young'in. I'll tell you. The match will start in the ring, oh sure, but it'll end in the locker room. No rules, just fight. But... *gesturing to the man in the sling* try not to hurt anyone else, hear? Anyway, first man to the HeldDOWN locker room is the winner. And after that I don't want to hear no more about this. Abe coughs up some phlegm as Andrew whispers something in Gibraltar's ear. Gibraltar's expression remains dour, but Andrew smiles. ANDREW Mr. Vigoda, you've got yourself a match. ABE DOn't tell me what I've got and not got, Andrew. Oh, and one more thing. To protect the safety of my staff, your boy and Hoff there aren't to touch each other before the match. Because if they do, they're both suspended. ANDREW WHAT?! Suspended? ABE Boy, you heard me. Now get out of my office. Andrew looks hard at Abe, but turns and storms out of the DOA's office. Gibraltare turns, spares one look at Hoff, then follows his leader out. Hoff rises, turns to leave....then turns back to Abe. Hoff leans over and puts his hands on Abe's desk. HOFF Let me tell you something, Abe... Security moves toward Hoff, but Hoff snaps up and looks around them, and they back off. Hoff turns back to Abe. HOFF Let me tell you something. You think you can threaten to suspend me, and that'll be the end of it? I don't think so. You better watch who you're dealing with, old man. Because, no matter what anyone thinks of me...I am not a nice person when I'm pissed off. And right now, I am very pissed off. ABE Bah. Get out of my sight. Hoff turns and walks out of Abe's office. ABE Damn kids... Cut to Sofa Central COLE Wow, what an announcement! Hoff vs. Gibraltar, live at The Year of Living Anglelously in three days! COACH Yeah, but what about Mr. Vigoda's ruling that Hoff and Gibraltar can't touch before the pay-per-view? COLE Hoff obviously not happy with that decision, we'll see if he holds to it! CABOOSE Coach, did you just call him "Mr. Vigoda?" COACH Yeah, why? CABOOSE Kiss ass. COACH Hey at least I HAVE an ass! BOO-YAH~! CABOOSE I...wait, what? COLE Folks, we've got a lot more ahead on HD, so stay tuned! COMMERCIAL BREAK

Posting starts in the GC Folder in three minutes, and is going to be converted to the HD folder within the next ten-fifteen minutes.

Last call...whoever wants stuff in has five minutes to get it to me. Otherwise, I'm gonna start posting.

Reminder: about a half-hour left, so I urge you to get all last-minute stuff in now. Thank you.

I think Shelley changed his music to "Six Barrel Shotgun" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club right before he got injured.

As of right now, everyone still has about ninety minutes, since I live in Indiana, and therefore have a dumb time schedule where everything's an hour behind the rest of the country. The reason why I set the time for today is because of last week, when I had hD~! perfectly formatted and ready to go, and a certain member (and I won't name names) decided to send me so many segments and matches that it took up three PM's. He didn't send all three in a timely manner, so that slowed things down. Therefore, if your stuff isn't in by 5 PM Central, it's not going in. Sorry, but that's the way I have to do things.

Reminder: all segments NEED to be in by 5 PM Thursday afternoon.

I usually agree with you...but pimping Daizee before MsChif or Mickie Knuckles? She's good for a US indies female wrestler, but there's better.

The card for Lafayette's "You Gotta See This!" show on May 7th got updated a bit today. Now booked: Amazing Red vs Austin Aries Matt Sydal & Delirious vs. B-Boy and Homicide in a Tag Team Tournament Qualifying Match Samoa Joe booked, w/out opponent at this time

From the ROH Newswire today...

I think he's referring to the song from the Pulp Fiction promo segments.

Soylent Green is People.

STUFF~! to cap off the month before the Malibu/Sly match at LA. Plus: SB87 vs. OAOAST enhancement talent Phoenix

PROPS Me Zack Stephen Joseph Papacita LaParkaYourCar Hoff Adam Dama NY Untouchable PK CC

The show opens not with the usual HeldDOWN~! logo and montage, but with text reading, "The following has been paid for by The Friends And Sponsors of Totally Endorsed". The text screen then fades to a shot of Sly Sommers, sitting in a big, plush chair at the long table in the Totally Endorsed locker room, wearing a custom-made designer suit. SLY Hello, and welcome to the OAOAST's HeldDOWN~!. As you all know by now, I dropped the mother of all bombs last week, announcing to the entire viewing public what only very few "in the know" knew before seven nights ago, and that was that OAOAST World Champion Zack Malibu was, in fact, the man who trained me to become a professional wrestler. However, he decided that, due to prejudice against me for having an admittedly large ego by nature, he would try and make my start in the OAOAST harder than what it would already be by using his political power in the locker room to have all of the boys shun me, and no one acknoledge on-air that I was the first graduate of his training school. Now that this information is out to the public, everything makes so much more sense now...why would Totally Endorsed bring in a brand spankin' new rookie and make him a member of the pack of the most elite athletes this company's ever seen? They knew that I had trained with Zack Malibu. They knew that Malibu instilled his basic instincts both a wrestler and a person in me, and therefore could spread the word to them, and help them gain the edge in their perennial war with the ultimate crowd kiss-up. That is why T.E. let some punk-ass rookie into the fold. I'm going to keep the rest of my spiel short and sweet, other than I know that Zack taped an interview earlier this week with Michael Cole to be aired tonight, that is supposed to explain his stance in this situation. I know that the OAOAST hype machine will spin his lies and mistruths as the holy gospel, so I promise that, sometime tonight, I will display just exactly how Zack treated me, his star student, throughout the course of my training at my school. After you see both sides of the story, then you, the fan, can decide who is right. Thank you for your time, and enjoy the show. That fades into... OAOAST HeldDOWN~! “Trust me” by Lucy Woodward plays as we SEE THE LOGO~ Fireworks go BOOM!, and the crowd goes ape-nuts! We then cut to Sofa Central... MC Welcome to this week's edition of HeldDOWN~!! I am Michael Cole, sitting alongside Jonathan Coachman and Caboose to bring you another spectacular edition of HeldDOWN~!. Tell the audience what we got on tap for this week, Coach! COACH This week on the program, you will see a battle weeks in the making, as Saint Andrew's monster Gibaltar is going head-to-head with his top nuiscance of the past few weeks, Hoff! I doubt the ring will be able to hold all of the animosity that those two have for each other! CABOOSE Plus, Crystal will defend her 24/7 Title against the Lightning Crew's Spanish Fly, in what should be a very exciting contest between the fighting champion and the high-flying Latino rookie! MC Also, I recorded a sit-down interview with Zack Malibu on Tuesday morning, as he addressed what Sly Sommers brought up on last week's program, where he revealed what was a well-kept secret within the industry, that Zack had, in fact, trained Sly to become a wrestler. COACH According to the message that Sly left us all with at the beginning of the program, he already has a response prepared that he wants us all to see, and I guess we'll be seeing that later in the show as well. Without any further ado, let's get to th... *We are suddenly taken to a dark room in the back. A green light illuminates from the floor lighting up Damaramu's face. Behind him another light illuminates the face of Skull Mask.* DAMA Originally me and Skull Mask here were supposed to go for the tag team titles. Well I've decided against that. I'm not a tag team wrestler! And if I were the champion then I'd have to defend the titles. And that means to get my hands on Ryan Smith he'd have to find a partner. And we know he has no friends. Plus this punk Drek Stone needs to be taught a thing or to about respect and pain! But Skull still wants those tag team titles. So I brought somebody up to handle this. Another follower of mine and an old friend of Skull Mask. I brought the Skull Kid. And you'll get your first look at him in action next week. When he teams up with Skull Mask to take on any team that is crazy enough to face them. Oh yeah...it's happening. The Cult of Damaramu will soon control everything. Skull Kid.....say hello. *Suddenly a green light illuminates right in front of Damaramu revealing the face of another person painted with a Skull Mask. Only his hair is long and blonde with black streaks. Just like Skull Mask he shows no emotion as Damaramu sneers behind him.* ::The camera cuts to the DOA Office, where Abe Vigoda is busy watching HeldDown on his private television monitor. He begins to rise out of his chair until Drek Stone barges into the room without knocking. Immediately, Abe sits back down:: DREK Listen, I heard you wanted to see me…. ABE Ah, yes, I did. So you’re the Drek Stone everybody seems to be talking about….. DREK You have amazing deductive skills, you know that, Abe? ABE Well, of course. You’re bound to learn something from watching Matlock once in a while. DREK Right, right….*looks at his platinum watch*……listen, can we…..uh…..? ABE My secretary tells me you’re from New York, Mr. Stone? DREK Nothing gets past you, Abe. ABE I was in New York a couple of times. Nice place. The people there are very friendly. One time, boy, I had just a crazy time. As soon as I walked out of Grand Central Station, there was a woman standing there. Red push-up bra……fishnet stockings….it just woke me right up……in more places than one, if you know what I mean. Heh heh. She asked me if I felt like having a good time. Well, she didn’t have to ask me twice, let me tell you! Walking to my hotel room, I couldn’t help but think about just how nice people in New York City are. Offering you sexual intercourse right there on the spot! DREK Oh, Christ. Abe, what was the….. ABE So we went up into my hotel room and just went wild. It was amazing. But afterwards, she asks for 500 dollars. Which I found a little odd. I mean, I knew the relationship was going forward quickly, but this motza ball was already asking to borrow money. So, I mean, we had a minor argument back and forth for a little while, and…. DREK ABE!! Marrone……what did you want from me? ABE Won’t even let a man finish a good story……they weren’t lying about you, Mr. Stone. You want me to give you my announcement? Fine. I didn’t want you to feel left out at Living Anglelously in a few weeks. So I’ve already booked you in a match. DREK No….don’t tell me…. ABE That’s right. At the next Pay Per View, I’m putting you in a match against DAMARAMU! DREK Oh, get the hell out of here. I don’t have time to deal with these kinds of distractions! We both know I didn’t sign up with the OAOAST to fight someone like DAMA, out of all people. ABE Well, there is a way for you to get out of the matchup….. DREK …….yeah? ABE Sure. Just make peace with him tonight. Shake his hand in the ring, bury the hatchet between you two…..and I’ll scrap the match immediately. I have no interest in putting you in a match with a guy you have absolutely no problem with. DREK Hmmm….okay, no problem. I have the perfect way to end the bad blood between myself and Dama. I have the PERFECT gift planned for him. The brainless masses out there will be drooling all over themselves to get this present…..and it would be for Dama. This is all I have to do? ABE That’s it. DREK Good. Good. No more meaningless obstacles like Dama in my way. Excellent…. *Drek slowly walks out of the room without saying goodbye to Abe* ABE The whippersnapper thinks I’m going senile, isn’t he? Ho ho….this is going to be amusing to watch……. *The camera cuts back to the three announcers sitting at ringside* COACH Does Drek actually think Dama is going to accept a peacemaking gift tonight? CABOOSE Dama better accept the gift. It could help preserve his career AND would keep Drek on his steamlined path to the championship. Win/Win for everybody. COLE Win/Win….give me a break. It looks like Mr. Vigoda still has a few tricks up his sleeve. CABOOSE Can someone explain to me just who the hell he was talking to anyway? ::The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd boos loudly as Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat sit in the dressing room. P.R. and Heat are looking at each other with angry expressions on their faces. Colombian Heat is wearing a red sweatsuit and is twirling his hat. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”:: Tha Puerto Rican: So, PROTOTYPE is now gone from The Lightning Crew. Colombian Heat: Yeah, man. That is just wack, yo. What happened to him? Tha Puerto Rican: Probably in some ditch somewhere giving blowjobs for crack money. Colombian Heat: Oh snap! Now that was a diss! Tha Puerto Rican: And I am no longer the Puerto Rican Champion. Colombian Heat: Yeah, that is like, I don’t know, but it sucks, G. Tha Puerto Rican: And we’ve had some problems over the past few weeks. Colombian Heat: Hey man, I’m sorry about hitting you with the chair at AngleMania III. That was an accident; you know what I’m saying? I did not mean anything by it. It was all an accident. Tha Puerto Rican: Your apology is accepted. Colombian Heat: Ah. Thanks, man. That really means a lot to me. That you’re not pissed. Tha Puerto Rican: Oh, I’m still pissed. But, it’s time to move on. Is everything cool between us? Heat: Hey, I’m cool with ya. Got no problem wit you P.R. You’re my #1 homie. We tight like ice. We’re like brothers. We’re homies. We’re friends, bro. And I don’t see us like not being friends in a long time. P.R.: Just get one thing clear, Heat. I am the leader of The Lightning Crew. I am the puppetmaster. I am the brain. I am the heart, and you are the soul. You do exactly what I say all the time. If it weren’t for the fact that you were my best friend, you would call me boss. Know your role, and shut your mouth. I’m Batman, you’re Robin. I’m Penn, you’re Teller. I’m Shawn Michaels, you’re Marty Jannety. I’m Chuck D., you’re Flava Flav. I’m Michael Jackson, you’re Tito. It is always, ALWAYS, ALWAYS Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat. NOT Colombian Heat and Tha Puerto Rican. You got all that? Colombian Heat: Whatever you say, boss! I will do whatever you say, man. My loyalty is to you and only you. Tha Puerto Rican: I like what I hear. Now, we got a match coming up next. Now, DON’T SCREW ANYTHING UP! Colombian Heat: Yes sir! ::Colombian Heat gets up, but is pulled back by Tha Puerto Rican. P.R. and Heat engage in a staredown. P.R. sneers at Heat.:: Tha Puerto Rican: I mean that. DO NOT SCREW THIS FOR ME! YOU. GOT. THAT? DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND? Colombian Heat: All right. Alright. No problemo. A’ight. Don’t worry. I got this. I got dis down. You don’t have to worry, yo. We gonna win. Me and you. As a team. Man, no force of nature and no act of God can stop us. We’re untouchable. HA! HA! P.R.: Good. Now then. We can actually do this. Let’s go. ::The crowd boos loudly as Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat leave. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!”:: Michael Cole: Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat in action next! COMMERCIAL BREAK

HeldDOWN~! returns, but instead of a nice shot of the crowd, or returning to in-ring action, we're greeted with shaky camerawork, as one of the 24/7 Camera Crew is chasing after the current 24/7 Champion, CRYSTAL~!, who is pacing down the hallway. CRYSTAL I'm not going anywhere's near a shower, if that's what you're hurrying for. CAMERAMAN No...uh, actually, we're supposed to stay on you 24/7 so that... CRYSTAL Yeah yeah, I know. I swear though, if you so much as LISTEN to me washing up later on, I'll twist your legs around your head and roll you down a stairwell. CAMERAMAN Yeee..uh...yes ma'am. CRYSTAL Don't call me ma'am, kay? Crystal stops her bickering, and knocks on the door of the current World Champion, Zack Malibu~! Zack opens the door, and cheers are heard from the fans in the background. CRYSTAL Excuse me, Zack, but can I come in and talk to you for a minute? ZACK Sure thing, Chrissy. Excuse us. Zack goes to shut the door, but the cameraman puts his foot out to block it from shutting. CAMERAMAN Sorry, Mr. Malibu, but Mr. Vigoda wants us to stay with her 24/7 due to the new title stipulations. ZACK Look, obviously she has something she needs to say... CRYSTAL It's OK, Zack. He doesn't need to go away for this. ZACK Well then, shoot. What's going on, sweetie? CRYSTAL Look Zack, I don't want to come off as selfish or anything, but when you won that title back at Anglemania, it got me thinking. It got my heart racing. It got me thinking about how much I want to be World Champion. Zack does a double take, as it's the last thing he expected to hear. ZACK OK then. That doesn't make you sound selfish, Chrissy. CRYSTAL That might not, but this may. Zack, I'm here to ask you for something. I understand you have your hands full right...so do I (Crystal turns and shoots an evil eye into the camera, directed towards the cameraman, no doubt). The HeldDOWN~! after the pay per view, should all go well and you retain, I would like you to grant me a shot at the World Heavyweight Title. The crowd is heard popping crazily in the background. Zack runs his hands through his hair. ZACK Crystal, I... CRYSTAL Come on, Zack. The match we had last year was the ONLY time I had a shot at the World Title and it was a fair fight. You think I had that chance against Calvin? He pulled out every trick in the book. I trust you, Zack, and I'm sure it's likewise. The HeldDOWN~! after the PPV, we can go out there, have our match, and give it our all. All I'm asking for is the opportunity to prove myself. Zack takes a deep breath, then shrugs and smiles. ZACK Sure thing, Chrissy. I'll go see Abe later tonight, and get the paperwork signed. If I retain at the PPV, you'll get your shot. CRYSTAL Then I guess you'd better get back to preparing for Sly, huh? ZACK And I think you'd better find a hiding spot from these cameramen. This guys been filming your ass more than he's been filming us. CRYSTAL He what!? Crystal turns around and WALLOPS the cameraman with a 24/7 Title beltshot, sending the camera flying! We can now only see the ceiling, until Crystal leans over the camera, looking down into the lens. Malibu is heard exclaiming "Ouch!" CRYSTAL We're currently experiencing technical difficulties, however we'll return right after this! The camera stays on, as Crystal turns to the TV screen... CRYSTAL Hey, Zack...what's this? ZACK That's weird... (Cut back to arena, where suddenly, "Bring Me To Life" starts up.) MC What in the hell? Zack's not supposed to come out right now! CABOOSE Great, first he wants taped interview time, and now this? Greedy bastard... We see what we think is World Champion Zack Malibu entering the building with three generic-looking wrestlers, but then we get a close-up to see that it's Totally Endorsed member Colvid, wearing a blond wig, khaki shorts, a Zack Malibu t-shirt, and a children's replica OAOAST World Title belt. Sly Sommers suddenly comes jogging from behind, and looks to be apologizing profusely to Colvid for something, as Colvid pulls a microphone out of his pocket. COLVID What do you mean, "your clock ran slow"? Get in the ring right now! (Sly runs into the ring with the generic-looking workers, as Colvid climbs in using the ring steps.) For those of you that don't know me, my name is Hack Malibu, and I am YOUR World Heavyweight Champion! COACH Oh jeez... MC Give me a break! "HACK MALIBU" Now, I wanted to display for all of my tremendously amazing and honest fans...(audible groans)...exactly what a day in my Hack Malibu School of Wrestling is like, so that you can all blindly hand me $2,500 and have me show you how to do hiptosses and stuff! CABOOSE Now THIS is the Hack Malibu I know! "HACK MALIBU" So, if I could have my students go through some armdrag drills for you here....GO! Two of the nameless guys come to the center of the ring. One runs at the other, and they perform a rather ugly-looking armdrag! "HACK MALIBU" Good, good....next guy, armdrag! The third nameless guy charges at the guy who just took an armdrag, and that guy can't even get him over for the armdrag. They try again, and both guys fall down in a heap. "HACK MALIBU" That's alright...you can try again later. SLY! Do a damned armdrag! Sly runs to the middle of the ring, and takes an armdrag perfectly by the third nameless guy. Sly pops up after holding his back for a second, and the first nameless guy charges at him. Sly drops him with a perfect armdrag, but "Hack Malibu" pulls Sly up by the hair, and shoves him into a corner. "HACK MALIBU" What do you think you're doing, you little bastard?!?! That was HORRIBLE! (Sly leans forward to talk into the microphone) SLY What do you mean? That's exactly how you showed us! No offense, but those other guys couldn't do it worth crap! "Hack Malibu" then slaps Sly hard in the face, and then shoves him down. "HACK MALIBU" Stay right there, you disrespectful little moron! I'll show you how it's done! (points at nameless guy) You, get in referee's position! The second nameless armdragee gets on all fours, in referee's position. "Hack Malibu" then grabs a waistlock behind him, and starts trying to "wrestle" him, obviously staging a fake struggle. "Hack" then starts blatantly thrusting his pelvic region in a humping motion into the rear end of the nameless trainee. The trainee frantically crawls away from "Hack". He looks back at "Hack", who starts horribly acting flamboyant, and licks on his own finger. Sly then reaches forward and grabs the microphone off of the mat. SLY Dude, I'm not trying to be a homophobe or anything...but that was kind of gay! "Hack" then gets right in Sly's face and grabs the microphone out of Sly's hand... "HACK MALIBU" First off...that was as hetero as a man and a woman having sexual intercourse! Second off, I thought I told you to not doubt the almighty and power wrestling GOD known as Hack Malibu! All of a sudden, someone slides into the ring with a chair, and the nameless guys run out of the ring for safety. The camera gets a close-up, and it's the actual Zack Malibu! MC He's HEEEEERRREEEE! Sly then slides out of the ring, and runs down the ramp, as Colvid snaps out of his goofy Malibu mockery... COLVID Dude, I know I'm a good actor and all, but I wasn't going to REALLY beat you up! (Sly points behind Colvid) What's behind me, the Boogeyman? Colvid turns around, and walks right into a chairshot from Zack! Colvid goes down, bleeding from a cut on his hairline, and unconcious! Zack repeatedly delivers chairshots to his ribcage, before running out of the ring and chasing Sly to the back with his chair! MC This is chaos! We have a man bleeding unconcious in the ring, and our World Champion is chasing his number one contender through the building like a madman! More hD~! after this! COMMERCIAL BREAK MC We're back here on HeldDOWN~!...and, what's this? They're in the parking lot? Take it away! (Camera cuts to the parking lot) Zack Malibu is still chasing Sly Sommers, crazily swinging his chair. As soon as Sly finds his car, he hops in, and turns the ignition. He pulls out as fast as he can, and drives off. Zack can't catch up, so he hurls his chair and ends up cracking the back window of Sly's car. Zack growls out loud.... ZACK You piece of (bleep)! You made this (bleep) personal! I'm going to kill you, you mother(bleep)! You're gonna die! (yells inaudible) (cut back to Sofa Central) COACH This situation has gotten way too out-of-control! April 25th cannot come any sooner for either one of these men! MC All of this aside, hopefully, it is now time for our main event as Axel will be challenging "The Phenomonal" AJ Flaire for the X Title, with Gunner Sharps as the special referee! Let's get to the ring right now! Cue: “The Game” by Disturbed Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you TO BEAT ME Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I could win this time! I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me COMPLETELY If you even try to look the other way I think that I could KILL this time… BOOM!BOOM!BOOBOOBOOMMMBOOOMBOOMMMM!!!!!!!! Axel steps through the curtain to a chorus of boos and jeers by the fans. He does the Crucifix Pose at the top of the ramp, before walking down to the ring. A fan tries to reach out and slap his hand, but Axel pulls his hand away and threatens the fan before flipping him off. COLE Axel had better not put his hands on that fan; we could have a lawsuit slapped on the company. CABOOSE The fans have to learn that Axel is a dangerous human being, and they had better not mess with him! He slides into the ring and does the crucifix pose as Michael Buffer takes his position. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest scheduled for one fall, is for the OAOAST X Division Championship! Introducing first the challenger, from Hobart Tasmania Australia, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, AAAAAAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXEEEEEEELLLLLL!! COLE Axel gets his opportunity tonight against his former team mate in AJ Flaire; he gets his chance to become the X Division Champion for the very first time! There is a lot of history between these two men, and I think the score will be settled tonight. But one question remains - whose side is Gunner on? That is the wild card in this match up. COACH That’s an interesting point Michael, last week Axel inadvertently cost Gunner his match against Dan Black, and Gunner was visibly annoyed with his friend’s actions. We saw earlier tonight that Gunner had a problem with Axel, and told Axel that he wasn’t going to hurt his former best friend AJ Flaire, because Flaire had done nothing against Gunner. COLE Now let’s go to Josh Matthews in the backstage area, he is with our X Champion, ‘The Phenomenal’ AJ Flaire. *The camera cuts to Josh and AJ in the back, behind a HeldDown logo* JOSH AJ, I just wanted to get your thoughts on the match, and especially the guest referee for the match, Gunner Sharps. AJ Well you know Josh, Gunner and I were like brothers. We travelled up and down the roads for years. He was the first guy I trusted in this business, and he’ll probably be the last. Now I don’t know whose side Gunner is on, and I don’t know if this is going to be my last match, with Axel’s threat. But, I’m going to forget all of that. It’s up to Gunner whose side he picks. I’ve always respected his judgment, apart from the past four months, when he has been beating me down. If he chooses not to show favouritism toward Axel, he will regain my respect as a person, and a competitor. So Josh, I usually treat every match as my last anyway,. And this will be no different. Axel, I’m coming down to that ring to take you out. I don’t care about referees, titles, any of it, I’m coming down to that ring to out-wrestle you, and to beat you One, Two, Three. Now that, Josh, is Phenomenal. *Cameras cut back to ringside and Axel with a scowl on his face* CABOOSE Strong words, I don’t think he can back them up. Cue: “Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains The crowd EXPLODES as the opening chords of “Man in the Box” plays, and then they stay silent, waiting for the appropriate time to cheer. Then, as the distinctive voice starts up, AJ Flaire steps through the curtain to a deafening pop. AJ has his belt shining around his waist, and his *BRAND NEW* T-Shirt (Front: AngleMania Record: 1-0; Back: That’s Phenomenal!) covering his torso. AJ struts down the ramp to the beat of his music, slapping hands with fans on the way down to the ring, and slides straight into the ring, before jumping up to the top turnbuckle, and playing to the crowd. CABOOSE What a show pony! COLE AJ is working off the energy of the fans; he’s now received cult status in the wrestling world! The crowd loves his new cocky edge, as well as the same “Take-no-crap” attitude. He gets it done in the ring, and still has time to salute the fans afterwards! COACH He made up for his indiscretion at Zero Hour by putting on a fine technical bout at AngleMania, before coming away with a victory, keeping his belt, and shaking his opponents hand, all in front of his hometown crowd. COLE AJ told me that’s what curbed the little attitude problem he had in March, seeing his family again in Detroit, and seeing how much he was respected by the fans, and by his fellow locker room members. AJ jumps off the turnbuckle and goes over to the opposite side, as Michael Buffer makes the introduction. BUFFER And Axel’s opponent, he hails from Detroit Michigan, and he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is known the world around as one of the greatest X Division wrestlers of all time, holding his championship for over four months now. He is loved and respected by the fans, as well as his peers. He is your OAOAST X Division CHAMPION! Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS. IS. A... J… FLAIRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! AJ poses again on the second rope, title in hand, before putting the belt over his shoulder and standing in the corner, across from Axel. Cue: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope The crowd delivers a very mixed reaction as the seven foot giant, Gunner Sharps, appears at the top of the entrance ramp with a referee’s shirt on. He walks down the ramp, with some fans clapping him and some booing him and flipping him off. CABOOSE Gunner doesn’t know what he’s doing. He is too conflicted to be the referee of this match. No one knows what side he is even on! COLE On the contrary Caboose, I think this is the perfect way to figure out whose side he is on! Gunner will be forced to choose sides tonight, whether he likes it or not. Gunner climbs up onto the apron, and steps over the top rope with ease. The big man goes up to the second rope in the corner, and plays to the crowd, while his music keeps playing. BUFFER And your special guest referee for this bout… GUNNNNNEEERRRRRRR SHAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPPSSSSSSSS! COACH I agree with you Michael. Gunner has to choose tonight, he has to choose if he want to help Axel end AJ Flaire’s career, or if he wants to help him keep his title. Gunner walks up to AJ Flaire, who hands him the X Championship Belt. Gunner holds it high in the air, and then gives it to the timekeeper at ringside. Axel walks up to Gunner as he is facing the timekeeper, and turns him around, so they are face to face. Axel tells Gunner to ‘get that little son of a bitch’, and then points at AJ. Gunner shakes his head, and then makes a sign with his hand that he’s going to call the match down the middle. Axel gets frustrated, and the two begin to argue!\ COLE Oh all is not well in the Axel and Gunner relationship! Gunner just told Axel he was going to call the match down the middle, and Axel is livid! Axel and Gunner continue arguing, but suddenly, AJ Flaire runs at Axel and rolls him up from behind! The Bell rings, and Gunner goes down to make the cover! One! Two! CABOOSE This isn’t right! No! Axel kicks out easily! Axel gets up, and tries a clothesline on AJ, AJ ducks under, and knocks Axel down with a beautiful dropkick! Axel gets up quickly, and AJ knocks him down again with another dropkick! AJ goes quickly up to the top rope, and Axel gets up again! AJ comes off the top, and connects with a spinning heel kick! Axel gets to his knees, AJ comes off the ropes, and sends Axel’s head back with a vicious front dropkick to the jaw! AJ goes for a cover on Axel! Gunner starts to make the count! One! Two! No! Axel kicks out with some ease! COLE Gunner has been completely impartial so far in this contest, he almost counted Axel’s shoulders down twice now! Axel staggers back into the corner as AJ goes to meet him. AJ walks up to Axel, winds up, and connects with a hard knife edged chop to the chest of Axel. WHOO! Axel winds up again, and connects with a second chop to Axel’s chest. WHOO! Hard boot to the midsection by AJ Flaire, AJ sends Axel for an Irish Whip, Axel reverses, AJ goes flying into the corner with Axel in pursuit, AJ jumps onto the second rope, comes off backwards, and connects with a martial arts kick to the face of Axel! AJ comes off the ropes again, and hits Axel with a legdrop across the throat! COLE Cover again by AJ! One! Two! COLE Hook of the leg and… No! Axel kicks out once again. COACH Gunner is making a very deliberate, very fair count. I’ll be interested to see if the pace changes throughout the match, if Axel gets any quick near falls. Axel starts to get up again. He gets on all fours, and is sent straight back down to the ground by AJ Flaire, who connects with a dropkick to the face. Axel goes down, AJ goes to the top rope yet again, and waits for Axel to get to his feet. Axel finally gets up, and turns around to face, AJ. AJ comes off the top rope, but Axel floors him with a vicious clothesline, eliciting an ‘Oooh’ from the crowd! COLE Oh my! What a nasty clothesline by Axel! CABOOSE Axel folded him up like an accordion! Axel gets a smile on his face as he picks AJ Flaire up by the hair. He grabs his head, steadies, and then lands a hard right hand to the forehead, sending AJ staggering back to the corner. Axel follows AJ, and turns him around, so his front is facing the corner, and his back is exposed. Axel gets in position, and drives his shoulder hard into AJ’s back, the X Division Champion crying out from the pain. Gunner walks over and tells Axel to get AJ out of the corner, and Axel tells Gunner to fuck off! COLE Axel doesn’t respect Gunner as an official, he sees Gunner as Crystal said earlier - as his servant! Gunner tries to get Axel out of the corner again, but Axel won’t break, so Gunner begins the five count! Gunner gets to four, and Axel turns around to face him, stopping the count! COLE Gunner was going to Disqualify Axel! Axel grabs AJ out of the corner and sets him up for a back suplex. Axel lifts AJ high into the air, and drops him square on his forever-injured back, AJ letting out another groan of pain. Axel rolls AJ over onto his stomach, comes off the ropes, and drops a knee down over AJ’s back. Axel rolls AJ onto his back and goes for a cover! One… Two… NO! AJ kicks out. Axel grabs AJ up by the hair again, and connects with a knee to the gut, followed by a right hand to the face. Axel picks AJ up for a sidewalk slam. Axel smirks at the crowd, before dropping AJ over his knee, for a hard backbreaker! Axel follows up with another cover. ONE… TWO… NO! AJ kicks out again! COLE Axel may be getting frustrated here, he’s telling Gunner to count faster. Gunner’s been a fair and impartial official, and he has certainly earned my respect because of that fact. He could have easily been in favour of Axel, or even AJ, but he is keeping the count steady and deliberate, and not changing the pace whatsoever. Axel, now very frustrated, rolls to the outside, while Gunner asks him what he’s doing. Axel shoves the timekeeper out of the way and grabs the X Division Championship, and the timekeeper’s steel chair. He slides the chair into the ring, and goes back to the ring with the title belt in his hands. Axel waits for AJ to get up, and gets the title belt ready to use it as a weapon. COLE Axel’s going to hit AJ with the title belt! Axel starts to charge forward, but Gunner steps in front of him, snatching the title belt out of his hands! Axel argues with Gunner, but Gunner tells Axel ‘no’, and passes the belt out of the ring. While Gunner is talking to the timekeeper, Axel grabs the steep chair, and waits for AJ to turn around! COACH Gunner doesn’t realise that Axel has the steel chair! Axel charges forward at AJ, with Gunner behind him! Axel swings the chair, but AJ ducks, and Gunner turns around at that moment, taking the chairshot! COLE Axel just his Gunner in the face with a steel chair! But Gunner isn’t down! Gunner staggers back, holding his head in pain, before looking up at Axel, and threatening to kill him! Axel, worried, tries to explain what happened to Gunner, and Gunner tell him to ‘shut up, you stupid son of a bitch!’ Axel turns around, the chair still in hand, and AJ hits a spinning heel kick, driving the chair back into Axel’s face! AJ goes for a desperation cover! ONE… TWOOOOO… COLE He might have Axel pinned! THREEEEEEEENOOOOO! Axel kicks out! CABOOSE That was an illegal move by AJ Flaire! Gunner should have seen that! COLE Gunner couldn’t care less! Axel hit him in the face with the chair! AJ gets up just as Axel does, and gets a front face lock. AJ tries to suplex Axel over,. But he can’t, his back is too injured! Axel lands a hard right hand to the gut, before pushing AJ back into the corner! Axel pretends he is choking AJ, but he undoes the turnbuckle pad, exposing the steel bolt! CABOOSE Axel just undid that turnbuckle pad! He wants to drive AJ’s head into the steel! Axel turns AJ around again and starts driving his shoulder into the injured back! Gunner tells Axel to break the hold, or he will be disqualified! COLE Gunner is threatening Axel once again! Axel breaks away from AJ, before going straight back to the corner, and repeatedly driving his shoulder into AJ’s back. Axel gets told to get out of the corner again, so he backs up, and measures AJ! Axel charges at the corner, but AJ moves out of the way at the last second, and Axel drives his shoulder into the ring post! COLE Axel may have hurt his arm on that move! Axel backs out of the corner, clutching his left arm in pain. AJ grabs the injured arm, and wrenches it over, Axel shouting ‘No!’ as he does so. AJ wrenches the arm over a second time, before delivering an elbow to Axels arm, Axel again clutching at it and shouting in pain. AJ positions himself in front of Axel, still hold the arm. AJ elbows Axel in the gut, before grabbing his head with his free arm and taking it over for a snapmare, in turn wrenching the arm. AJ steps his right leg over the arm, and wraps it around in a grapevine, AJ goes to ground and locks his two legs, while pulling back on the arm for a modified armbar. Gunner goes over to Axel, getting down and asking him if he quits. Axel cries out no, and AJ rocks back on the arm a little more, eliciting a pop from the crowd, and another groan from Axel. COLE Great presence of mind by AJ Flaire, working the now injured arm of Axel. AJ continues to keep the armbar applied, as Axel starts to reach for the ropes, and crawl to the side of the ring. COACH That’s what AJ Flaire is renowned for Michael Cole, his technical ability. The arm is his favourite body part to work on, and he must have been very happy to see Axel clutching his left arm after its collision with the ring post. AJ knows exactly how to put his opponent in incredible pain, he knows every way to twist that arm, and every version you could possibly think of an armbar. AJ Flaire said he watched Arn Anderson as a kid in Detroit, AJ and his dad would go to the NWA and WCW events, and he would see Double A work the arm. Axel finally crawls to the ropes, and drapes his foot over the bottom rope. Gunner calls for the break, and AJ obliges. Axel uses his right arm to pull himself up, and AJ grabs his left arm again. AJ wrenches the arm over, and this time connects with another shot to the elbow. He wrenches the arm over again, and sends Axel for an Irish Whip. Axel grabs AJ’s left arm with both hands and reverses the Irish whip, not having enough strength in the left to do it on its own. AJ comes off the ropes, Axel tries a clothesline with his good arm, AJ ducks under, boot to the midsection by AJ Flaire, grabs the left arm, and takes Axel down with an armbreaker. COLE Beautiful move by AJ, focusing on the arm again. AJ grabs Axel up again and goes behind with the arm, getting a hammerlock. Axel tries to fight out of it, but AJ locks it in. Gunner goes in front of Axel to see if he gives up, and Axel takes advantage and mule kicks AJ Flaire in the groin! COLE Blatant low blow by Axel! That’s not fair! Axel grabs AJ Flaire and backs him into the corner, landing a hard right hand on the way, and favouring his left arm. Axel starts landing hard rights to the face of AJ, before going downstairs with a boot to the stomach. Axel takes AJ to the centre of the ring, and signals for the end! CABOOSE Here we go, Axel’s gonna become the X Division Champion! Axel tries to lift AJ up in a Death Valley Driver position, but his arm is too injured! He tries again, but AJ reverses, and takes Axel down with a Fujiwara armbar! COLE The Fujiwara locked in! The Fujiwara is locked in! Axel could tap out here! AJ wrenches the arm back in his preferred submission hold, as The Dark One screams in pain. Gunner gets down to the ground and asks Axel if he gives up, but Axel fights through the pain. Axel starts to crawl his way over to the ropes, and AJ wrenches the arm back even further! COACH Axel is going to the ropes, but just look at the angle that the arm is on! That must be so incredibly painful! AJ wrenches the arm back, and the crowd start an ‘A-J! A-J!’ chant once again, but even that won’t stop Axel, who puts his foot on the bottom rope yet again, forcing AJ to break the hold. COLE I though AJ had Axel there, but he obviously doesn’t have much power left, that back injury takes away all his power! AJ signals for the end! He lifts Axel up to his feet, and then puts Axel between his legs! COLE AJ Flaire is going for That’s Phenomenal, that Cradle Piledriver! If he hits this, the match is done! COACH But does AJ have enough strength to get Axel up for the Cradle Piledriver? AJ tries to lift Axel up, but Axel holds onto AJ’s leg for support. AJ tries again, but Axel backdrops AJ over with his good arm, with AJ landing hard on his injured back! CABOOSE He countered! Axel’s got him now boys! Axel and AJ both get up at the same time, and exchange right hands, each stiff blow eliciting an ‘ooh’ from the crowd. AJ tries for a clothesline, Axel ducks under, and Axel picks AJ up over his shoulders, before driving AJ down head first for a Death Valley Driver! COLE Death Valley Driver! This could be all! Axel hooks the leg! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… CABOOSE It’s over! THREEEEEEEENNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! AJ barely gets a shoulder up! COACH I can’t believe he kicked out! CABOOSE That was a slow count! Axel, visibly frustrated, smacks the mat three times, before getting up, and getting in Gunner’s face, holding up three fingers. Gunner stands still, simply telling Axel that it was a two count before AJ got his shoulder off the mat. Axel pushes Gunner, and Gunner steps back, before stepping forward again and telling Axel not to piss him off. Axel tells Gunner to ‘go get fucked’, and slaps him, Gunner clutching his face! COLE A hard slap by Axel! He’d better not annoy the giant too much! Axel goes over to AJ once again and picks him up. Axel puts AJ between his legs, facing the exposed turnbuckle pad! COACH Michael, you don’t think Axel’s going to powerbomb AJ into the steel bolt, do you? He wouldn’t… he couldn’t… CABOOSE Oh yes, yes Coach, he would. Axel does the crucifix pose and points to the exposed turnbuckle! He tries to lift AJ up, but AJ catches him with a low blow! COLE AJ goes downstairs! AJ doing what he can to save his career! AJ grabs Axel’s legs and takes him down, still holding onto his legs. AJ positions him, smiles at the crowd, and falls back, slingshotting Axel into the exposed turnbuckle! COACH Axel’s head was driven into that steel bolt! Axel staggers back, holding his head! Gunner, still holding his face from the slap, looks at Axel, and develops a scowl that turns into a grin. Gunner screams out to the crowd, and rips his referee’s shirt in half, ala Hulk Hogan! COLE Gunner’s going to make Axel pay! CABOOSE What the hell is he doing? COLE This is like a religious experience! The fans are up as one! Gunner gives Axel a double middle finger, and then sets up for the Sharp End! Axel staggers back, clutching his head, before turning around, and walking into a… …MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR by Gunner Sharps, to the biggest pop of the match! COLE DEAR GOD! GUNNER JUST HITS AXEL WITHTHAT DEVESTATING SPEAR! Axel goes down hard on the back of his head, and his body becomes lifeless! AJ climbs to the top rope, salutes the fans, and comes off, hitting Extra Special! COACH The Twisting Four-Fifty Splash by AJ Flaire! He got all of it! AJ goes for a cover! Gunner makes the count as the fans chant along! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* Cue: ‘Man in the Box’ by Alice in Chains The fans go up as one as Gunner slams his hand on the mat for a third time, and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. He grabs the X Division Championship belt from Michael Buffer, who announces the winner of the match. BUFFER Here is your winner, and STILL OAOAST X Division Champion… A J FLAAAAAAIRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!! AJ gets up and looks at Gunner, who has the X Championship in his hand. Gunner presents the belt to AJ, and AJ accepts it, before going up to the second turnbuckle, and celebrating his victory! COLE AJ Flaire did it! AJ Flaire beat Axel, and Gunner finally showed where his allegiance lies! CABOOSE This is a bunch of crap Cole! Gunner cost Axel this match! AJ gets off the turnbuckles as his theme continues to play, and he sees Gunner look at him once again. AJ steps forward, and extends a hand out to Gunner. The crowd pops and a mixed chant on ‘A-J! A-J!’, and ‘Gun-ner! Gun-ner!’ begins. Gunner looks around at the crowd, and the looks at AJ’s hand. He hesitates, and then puts his hand out to shake AJ’s. AJ comes forward and pats Gunner on the back, and Gunner raises AJ’s hand in victory as ‘Man in the Box ends and ‘Debonaire’ begins. COLE Two friends reunited once again! It’s about time we saw a happy sight on HeldDown! One of the greatest X Division wrestlers ever in this company, and one of the biggest men to enter the company, best friends, and strong allies. CABOOSE This makes me wanna puke! COACH A great sight, what will be Axel’s retaliation next week, on HeldDown? MC What will be Zack Malibu's retaliation next week on HeldDOWN~!? What will be Hoff's retaliation on Gibraltar next week? What will be Ryan Smith's retaliation on The Lightning Crew next week? Will Abe Vigoda still be alive? All these questions and more will be answered on one week from now, as we conclude the road to Living Angleously on HeldDOWN~!! See you then! END OF SHOW

HeldDOWN~! returns from break, cutting directly to Sofa Central, where 3C (Cole, Caboose and DA COACH~!) await us. COLE Fans, last week on HeldDOWN~!, we saw a shocking breach of confidentiality pertaining to certain background information on one of our OAOAST stars. Sly Sommers, the current number one contender and stablemate of the former champion Calvin Szechstein, confronted World Champion Zack Malibu in the ring last week, and revealed that he was trained by Zack himself. However, Sly didn't stop there, as he made accusations that Zack used his "pull" so to speak to keep Sly as far away from him as possible. Needless to say, the verbal assault went places it most definitely should not have, and it took all of us by surprise. Earlier this week, I caught up with a man that I am proud to call a friend, Zack Malibu, and asked for his take on Sly Sommers' recent comments. Roll the tape. (The scene cuts to an exterior shot of the Malibu Mansion, formerly The In Crowd Mansion. We then cut to a shot inside, as Michael Cole and Zack Malibu, minus Candie, are sitting down in Zack's "entertainment room". Numerous videos and DVD's fill the shelves behind his black leather sofa. Zack looks more mellow than usual.) COLE Zack, first off thanks for having me over again. ZACK Anytime, Mikey Mike, you know that. COLE We know that this time I'm here for business, not for pleasure. I'm here to find out your side of the story, as you were a victim of an expose' by Sly Sommers last week on HeldDOWN~! What is your reaction to what Sly had to say, and how much, if any of it, is true? ZACK Michael Cole, this is the reason why you're the OAOAST's top broadcast journalist. The thing with Sly, he's got most of his story right. I'm not going to lie to you. COLE He does? ZACK Yeah, he does. Let me explain though. Did I have a hand in training Sly Sommers? Yes. Did he absorb the teachings quicker than anyone? Yes. Was I embarrassed of the kid? Yes. COLE Wait, Zack, go back. You taught him, he learned quickly, but yet you really were ashamed of him? ZACK I was, Cole, and I still am, for one reason and one reason only. That attitude of his. That holier than thou, better than anyone, cocky attitude. Now I know that I'm guilty of having an ego, but here was this kid, young, new to the business, just getting his feet wet, wanting to tie himself to me for the quick buck. When I train talent, I don't mind getting a mention as their teacher. I don't mind getting some credit, because it helps them get noticed, and it makes more people want to learn from me. Sly Sommers, on the other hand, wanted to be build as "Zack Malibu's Prized Pupil". Sly Sommers wanted me to use some stroke to intimidate indy promoters into booking him, after he no-showed, jacked his booking prices up, and carried himself the wrong way. He was burning bridges before they were finished being built, Cole. That weighed on me. That weighed on me heavily as a wrestler, as a businessman, and as a person. It made me look bad. So I cut my ties. I gave him a taste of his own medicine, and I burned our bridges. I told him not to refer to me anymore, for anything. I washed my hands of the situation, figuring that would be the last of it. In this business, however, the past tends to catch up to you, and it wasn't long before I saw Sly's name on an OAOAST roster sheet. I said nothing about it. I have co-existed up to this point with him, and while we've had run-ins, we've never brought it up. It wouldn't have been known by anyone, ANYONE except those closest to me had he not come out and done that last week. He's trying to get into my head. He's trying to make me out to be the bad guy, so he can have this little inspirational trip. That he can overcome the big bad teacher and take his title. That he can rise above the politics, as he'd call it. Sly Sommers has fabricated this scenario in his head. He has twisted the true story into his own viewpoint. I can't stop that. You can't stop that. The more people lie to themselves, the more it becomes a truth. Sly Sommers feels I've wronged him. All I can say is that on April 25th, when we get in that ring, teacher vs. student...old school vs. new school...tradition vs. young blood...what I do to him just might be considered wrong...but it's going to feel so right. COLE Zack, I want to thank you for clearing that up. I want to thank you for taking the time out for letting all of us in the OAOAST, and the fans, know what's going on. ZACK My pleasure, Michael. Thank you for coming here and allowing me to share my side with the fans and the staff of the OAOAST. (We close in on Zack, letting out a sigh of relief, and then leaning back on his sofa, closing in on his face, as we fade to commercial.). COMMERCIAL BREAK

COLE All right everyone, it's time for what promises to be a literally HUGE clash between Gibraltar and Hoff! COACH This thing has been brewing for a couple weeks now and it's gonna come to a head here tonight! CABOOSE Yeah, well, I don't know about YOU two, but I'd love to see Hoff pay for his crimes. COLE Come on now, Caboose. Hoff's tried to change his act, he's made amends with CWM, he's-- CABOOSE I mean all the stuff he was talking about. Drinking, gambling...hitting on poor Jackie Gayda...taking his damn shirt off for no good reason-- COACH I think you liked it, 'Booze. CABOOSE I most certainly did not. "Pompeii" starts up on the speakers as the lights go down. A spotlight shines on St. Andrew and Gibraltar as they walk to the ring amidst a chorus of boos. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following clash is scheduled for one fall. Making his way down the aisle, accompanied by the diabolical Saint Andrew...weighing in at an astonighing four hundred and seventy-five pounds...GIBRALLLLL-TAR!!! COACH Good God, 480 pounds? COLE And over seven feet tall. This man is truly a monster. Andrew climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, followed by Gibraltar. Gibraltar walks to the adjacent corner, and St. Andrew whispers in his ear as "Pompeii" dies down.... ...and is replaced by "Black" as the fans go WILD! BUFFER And his opponent this evening, hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota.....HOFF!!!!!! Strobe lights flash across the arena as Hoff walks onto the stage and down the ramp, keeping his eyes locked on Gibraltar. COLE Hoff looks determined here, guys. CABOOSE He SHOULD have shown that focus in his 24/7 title shot a couple weeks back. COLE Nevertheless, I think Gibraltar may be in for more than he realizes! Hoff slides in under the bottom ring rope and quickly pops to his feet. Hoff levels a long, hard look into Gibraltar's eyes, before suddenly turning and climbing the ropes to salute the fans! Hoff raises one arm and the crowd gets to its feet! CABOOSE I hate these fans. COACH You hate ALL fans. CABOOSE Yeah, well, especially these fans. And that's not true anyway! I like British fans. COACH Oh yeah? What about that one time when we were at Sizzler-- CABOOSE Shut up. COACH And that ten year old kid came up-- CABOOSE Shut up. COACH And he asked you if you knew the British Bulldog-- CABOOSE Dammit, Coach, SHUT UP! COLE Wait...you guys went to Sizzler together? CABOOSE I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT, MICHAEL! Hoff hops off the corner and bounces off the near ropes before turning his gaze to Gibraltar again. A serious look sets on Hoff's face as St. Andrew barks a few last commands at his monster. Satisfied, Andrew steps out of the ring and off the apron. Gibraltar takes a few steps toward Hoff as the bell rings. COLE And here we go! COACH What do you think Andrew told Gibraltar, guys? COLE Probably he warned Gibraltar not to let Hoff get in his head. CABOOSE Why would Andrew worry about that? Gibraltar is a focused man, fellas. He does what Andrew tells him to. Hoff certainly won't get "in his head." Hoff continues to stare up at Gibraltar, taking another step towards him. COACH Man! When you're 6 foot 5 and you gotta crank your neck up to look at a man, that's a tall man right there. COLE Gibraltar is huge. Quite simply, he's a monster. And I don't know if-- whoa! Gibraltar shoves Hoff away from him, seemingly with ease. Hoff stumbles back several steps and almost loses his footing. Hoff looks down; Gibraltar's stone-like expression doesn't change. COACH Wow, did you see that? Gibraltar just pushed Hoff away like he was barely there! The fans boo as Hoff continues to look away from Gibraltar -- then dashes at him and catches him with a clothesline that sends BOTH men over the top rope!! COLE Whoa, where did that come from?! Hoff just took the monster up and over! CABOOSE No way! Both men actually flip over and land on their feet, but Gibraltar stumbles back into the barricade. Hoff grabs Gibraltar by the head and drills him with a European uppercut! Gibraltar's head snaps back from the impact of the move! COLE Wait, there's Saint Andrew! Andrew sneaks behind Hoff and rears back for a double-axe handle blow to the back-- but Hoff whirls around and spots him! Andrew's eyes go wide as Hoff grabs Andrew by the neck! COLE Nowhere to run this time! Hoff winds up for a big right hand, but Gibraltar grabs his wrist from behind! CABOOSE Yeah, dummy, don't forget the guy you're fighting out there. Gibraltar twists Hoff's arm and wrenches his shoulder around. Hoff doubles over, and Gibraltar kicks him hard in the stomach! COLE What a shot by Gibraltar! that stiff kick right to the ribs! Gibraltar, still holding Hoff by the hand, flings him, chest-first, into the nearby ringpost! Hoff slams into the steel and stutters back, holding his jaw! COACH Ouch, I think Hoff took one to the mouth right there! Gibraltar grabs Hoff by the hair and drags him up the ramp, but Hoff elbows him in the side and break free as...the bell rings. COACH What? BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this bout has been ruled a no-contest due to a double-count out! The fans boo Buffer's announcement. COLE Well how do you like that? These two just couldn't keep it in the ring. CABOOSE It's not about wrestling for them, Michael. They just don't like each other. Hoff takes a swing at Gibraltar, but again Gibraltar catches Hoff's arm, and this time Gibraltar plants Hoff between the eyes with a headbutt! COACH Dayum! COLE This man is a monster, a human weapon. He is truly dangerous. Hoff sinks to one knee, and holds his head after the blow. Gibraltar grabs Hoff by the back of the head and raises his fist...but Hoff hits him downstairs! CABOOSE Come ON. Gibraltar falls to HIS knees in obvious pain as Hoff regains his footing. Andrew runs at Hoff, but Hoff simply sidesteps and tosses him into the guardrail! Hoff turns his attentions back toward Gibraltar, hitting him hard in the forehead with a big right hand! Hoff pulls Gibraltar back to his feet, but Gibraltar surprises Hoff with a quick punch! Hoff reels back...but comes back at Gibraltar, and the two start trading a huge flurry of punches! COACH Now we got us a brawl on our hands! COLE This is out of control! Hoff and Gibraltar stay locked together, throwing punches as they brawl all the way up the ramp and into the back. Shaking his head, St. Andrew storms after them. COLE Folks, hopefully, we can get this under control...can we get a camera back there? CABOOSE Or maybe some SECURITY? The Angletron cuts to a shot of Hoff and Gibraltar brawling in the hallway. St. Andrew shouts for Gibraltar to tear Hoff apart, but can't find an opening to get into the brawl. Finally, a security team rushes to the scene...and hesitates. COLE DO something! COACH What CAN they do? The guards look at each other at the two men keep trading punches. Blood starts to trickle down Hoff's nose as the men let blow after blow fly. Finally, a guard attempts to pry them apart...but both men throw him into the wall, and he goes down hard! CABOOSE This is outrageous! Someone needs to control this! The image cuts off of the Angletron. COLE Well, hopefully someone will get a hold of this situation soon...I've gotten word that more security is on the way, so hopefully that'll put a stop to this. CABOOSE Yeah, but I don't think this little matter is anywhere near over. For one thing, Hoff's not dead enough. COACH Ha ha, he said blow. COLE Huh? Who did? COACH Hoff did. Cole and Caboose look at each other, and blink. CABOOSE ...Uh, I didn't hear him say anything. COACH No no, he typed it. You know, on his computer. CABOOSE WHAT?!?!? COACH You know, for his segment of the show? CABOOSE Oh my God. COACH When Hoff was describing the action he said "blow" a buncha times. CABOOSE I think I'm going to be sick. COLE Dude... COACH What? COLE Dude, you just broke, like, three different levels of kayfabe. CABOOSE ..... COACH ..... CABOOSE YOU FUCKING MORON!! WHAT THE @#$% IS THE MATTER WITH YOUR @#$% BRAIN?!? You don't just ACKNOWLEDGE EVERYTHING like a @#$% narrator... ***TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES*** Please stand by. COLE Folks, what a brawl we just witnessed between Hoff and Gibraltar. These two men can't even keep the action in the ring! CABOOSE Well, there's a lot of friction between these two men. They've got pride -- although I don't know what Hoff has to be proud of. but pride, nonetheless. COACH Absolutely, and-- CABOOSE Shut your mouth. COLE Hopefully these two big men will find a way to settle things soon. But until then, this one is far from over. Cole What an exciting night of action so far! Caboose You don't know what an exciting night of action is do you? Coach I know what you mean Caboose! Caboose You do Coach? Coach Like those nights where I stay up all by myself, and stare at Cole's picture and start singing Barry... "Aww Naww" cuts Coachman off, Cole jumps frightenedly, and Caboose rolls his eyes. Caboose Fucking A...Won't this guy just retire? Stephen Joseph, with cast around his neck and holding a crutching with his right hand, slowly and gingerly walks out to the HeldDown arena, a place he has not been since he days of the Trinity with Edward Robbins and the Sandman. The crowd rises, some cheer and most boo, being HeldDown loyalists. SJ I don't expect a warm reception, but I'm out here on business tonight. One, is to sadly state that due to a recurring neck injury, my career in wrestling is over. i'm sure that warms your heart Caboose...Calvin...Zack...(stares down) Buttt, because I've still got a contract and I'm still being paid, they wanted me to do something. As you know, when IntenseZone was discontinued, the executive staff that had been monitoring Dan Black, myself and T-Bod, no longer had executive functions. Seeing this, and then seeing a vacuum because we lost our PPV producers earlier this year, the OAOAST has seen fit to grant myself a role in shaping the production and handling the logistics of our monthly PPV's. I'd like to announce that this month's PPV, Living Angelously, will be without a doubt a great show. I'll try not to be biased against SOME... HeldDown (smirks) talent. So, without talking too long...if you're an OAOAST wrestler, and you want a match, starting after Living Anglelously...you two two things. Beg me. And wait. "Aww Naww" blares again, with a smiling, smirking Stephen Joseph, having survived a reorganization yet again, drunk on retained power, stands there, supported by a cast, soaking up the HeldDown hate. For him, this is his home. COMMERCIAL BREAK

COLE: Well Caboose….. CABOOSE: What the hell are you addressing ME for? Like I want to carry on a conversation with YOU. The fat paycheck and ability to bust on you for a few hours each week is the only think keeping me from leaving here and becoming a greeter at Wal Mart. COLE: ……..Anyway, two weeks ago Peter Knight was pulled off the active roster for the entire month of April per one of the final orders of our old GM Northstar CABOOSE: Because he couldn’t hack it in the ring. Hell, I DIED and I still won more championships than he could ever win. COACH: Fortunately, PK’s tag team partner Parka, also in the middle of rehabbing a knee injury, surprised PK by making a visit to the arena. CABOOSE: And told PK to “go back to his roots.” I think Parka’s watched too many soaps and/or Afterschool Specials while on the shelf. At least our Director of Authority had the foresight to send a camera crew with him to videotape it. I enjoy laughing at the less fortunate. COLE: Geez Caboose, you’re on a roll tonight, aren’t you? Someone park in your space again? CABOOSE: Oh yeah, that reminds me Cole, you probably should go to the impound yard after the show. I’m not sure when they break out the car crusher on Thursdays. COACH: EASY Cole!!! Let’s roll the tape, please!!! CUT TO: An airport, with a closeup of a plane landing. We switch to the terminal, the camera pointed at the open jetway. Among the families, businessmen, and college kids fresh from Spring break, Peter Knight steps into the terminal, clad in a Patriots cap, jeans and a leather jacket. He adjusts the carry-on bag on his shoulder and walks towards the baggage claim, but the camera crew cuts him off. KNIGHT: What the hell do you guys want? CAMERAMAN’S VOICE: Mr. Vigoda sent us to follow you around. He says you have to let us or you’re off for 6 more months. KNIGHT: (To himself) First Northstar, now this guy. *Sigh* Fine. Like I need to attract more attention to myself. You guys got a car to follow me into town? SOUND GUY: Well, there are only two of us, and there isn’t much equipment…… KNIGHT: Great…. Well, at least I won’t have to pay for it. SG: I don’t think Mr. Vigoda gave us the money to….. KNIGHT: I said at least I don’t have to pay for it. Go get it and meet me outside in 10 minutes. CUT TO: A montage of the car driving into town, and then inside the car. The camera’s POV is in the back seat. Only the back of Knight’s head and the side of his face are visible. CAMERAMAN: Can you tell us a little bit about Fall River? KNIGHT: What is this, the Travel Channel? CAMERAMAN: Mr. Vigoda wants back-story, and for you to provide a running commentary wherever you go in town. KNIGHT: Well, we’re driving over the Braga Bridge right now, which is the main bridge into Fall River and a prefect place to chuck you and that camera into the river. The city had a bunch of old mills, complete with smokestacks to drop you into and machines to slice your arms off. Now shut up and give me some gas money. CUT TO: Some images of Fall River landmarks, such as Battleship Cove and Government Center. The scene then switches to a yellow three story house, Knight’s car parked in front. The cameraman quickly focuses on Knight as he steps out of the car and removes his sunglasses. CAMERAMAN: So, where are we? KNIGHT: My childhood home. I just walked right into this situation, didn’t I? CAMERAMAN: Actually, you drove into it. What kind of kid were you growing up? KNIGHT: Eh, I was pretty normal. I played with the neighborhood kids, went to the school down the street, you know, just like any kid would. Then my mother died when I was 12, *getting angry* my father became a boozehound and smacked me around almost every day *and angrier*, this street went to hell because all the kids I played with were doing drugs *and angrier* and shooting each other, and I had to go live with my aunt and uncle after my dad was arrested for running someone over while hammered. *Staring daggers into the camera* Get all that? Is that enough running commentary for you?! Let’s go!! CUT TO: More scenes of life in Fall River. The scene switches to the “St. Stevens Prepatory Academy.” Male students in khaki pants and sweater vests converse with girls in skirts and white blouses with the seal of the academy sewed on them. Knight steps out of the car again and, again, the camera is right on him. KNIGHT: What, do you guys get out as soon as the car stops or something? CAMERAMAN: So, where are we now? KNIGHT: Where I spent most of my days during high school. Me and a few of my friends would always sneak off the campus for about two hours and hang out here. We’d wait until these preppies walked to their cars for lunch and then beat them up. CAMERAMAN: For their lunch money? KNIGHT: Eh, sometimes. Sometimes we would take a couple of bucks for smokes or beer or something, but a lot of the time, it was just because he looked like a total wuss and was easy pickings. Of course, some of them would pay us NOT to beat them up, which was fine with us, since there were a lot more targets to choose from. And hey, money is money. It’s better than working at McDonalds flipping burgers all day. Of course, the more snobbish ones would tell us to wash his car or something for $5, but the moron actually give us his keys, so we would just drive around the city, get some food, and bring it back with no gas in the tank and trash all over the place. If he complained, we’d just beat him up. Man, if I was facing Malibu for the title, this place sure gave me a lot of practice pounding on preppies instead of being Mr. Tour Guide. *Sighs in frustration* Come on, one more stop, but I don’t know if you guys are up for it. We’re gonna see some REAL fighting. CUT TO: Nighttime, and a nondescript warehouse near an old airport. Knight steps out of the car and immediately turns towards the camera. KNIGHT: Now, Parka had that old gym of his where he learned the ropes. Well, here’s where I got my career started. Knight steps into the medium sized warehouse. It is very dark, with only a few florescent lights providing any light. There are 4 “pens” made of wooden planks, fencing, and a thin pad covering the floor, all occupied by men sparring with one another. KNIGHT: We’re a little early; the fights don’t begin until 9:30. Yep, here’s where I became more and more of a man, every Tuesday and Friday night . I started here when I was 17. I got into a beef with some big dude in his mid 20s and he challenged me here to settle things. Of course, I got my ass beat down. But I liked the whole experience here. Plus, the winners get money and respect, so I became a full time combatant here. I got my ass beat week after week. Some guy even broke 7 of my fingers in one match. See, there really aren’t many rules here; only that you can’t bring anything into the ring to help you. Sure, a lot of guys didn’t bite or anything out of respect to each other, but there were some guys who just didn’t give a damn about respect and did whatever they could to win. I lost a ton of matches when I started, and a lot of the guys didn’t think I was cut out to be tough. But that only motivated me. See, come over here. Knight leads them to a wall with a bunch of pictures tacked onto it. Knight points to one that looks like Knight, only he is shaved bald and sports a heavily blackened right eye. He has what looks like a boxing title over his shoulder. The writing underneath says “P. Knight - 2001” KNIGHT: That’s me two years later. I was in a tournament of the best fighters in the area, and I made it into the final. Guess who my opponent was? That same big oaf who I had my first fight with. This was his “farewell” tournament, and he was going for his 5th title. We must have gone a good 45 minutes of beating the hell out of each other. We were exhausted, bloody, I could barely see out of my eye there *points to picture*, but I gathered whatever strength I had left, reared back, and nailed him right in the nose with my best right hook. It broke in two places and he went down in a heap. You could hear a pin drop there for a few minutes as they helped him to his feet and out to the hospital. Sure, some people still hated me for bringing down their legend, but I earned everyone’s respect that night. I fought for another year or so, until one night, someone came up to me and asked me “hey, you wanna learn wrestling, get a shot at the big time?” After that, I met Parka, and the rest is history. The sound of folding chairs being set up begins to be heard in the background. KNIGHT: Hey, it’s almost time. I haven’t been here in a year or so. I’m interested in some of the new guys. A half hour later, all four pens are surrounded by men from bikers to businessmen, all cheering for blood. A cloud of cigarette smoke (and perhaps another kind of smoke) hangs in the air as two men, with trainers, and a referee step into each pen. At the pen Knight is watching, a tall, thin black man wearing leather gloves with the fingerholes cut out and trunks reading “Greatness” is facing a rather muscular Latino, whose trainers seem to be calling him “Marvelous Merceda”. The referee checks them for foreign objects while giving them their instructions. Knight is sitting right at ringside, and the camera gets a great view of the action. The ref signals the fighters, and they begin to circle one another. “Marvelous Merceda” makes the first move, tripping “Greatness” and mounting him, delivering rights and lefts to the head and neck as he tries to cover up. Knight looks on, a smile creeping across his face. KNIGHT: Damn, I missed this!!! The bout continues until the 6 minute mark, as “Greatness” is reeling against the fencing and Marceda continues to pound away. Greatness clutches him and tries to back him out to the middle of the ring, but Marceda positions himself and gets a Judo throw on Greatness before locking in a chokehold with his legs. The men that are sitting (including Knight) rise to their feet as Greatness flails about and the ref asks him if he wants to quit, but a white towel flying in from his corner ends the bout. Marceda keeps the chokehold on as the ref tries to pull him off. Finally, his corner men tell him to let go and he does, raising his arms in victory as some of the crowd that was rooting for Greatness throws plastic bottles and trash at him. Knight goes around to the area of the pen where Greatness is being helped out and the camera follows. He has apparently recovered enough to punch at the fencing and curse out his opponent. He wiggles himself from his trainers’ arms and rips off his gloves, hurling them into a nearby trash can. As the crowd follows Greatness to taunt him or console him, Knight walks over to the trash can and picks up the gloves. The camera catches what seems like a twinkle in his eye as he looks to the camera. KNIGHT: You know, I was only planning to stay a few days. I think I’m gonna be here longer now. Knight turns away from the camera and slaps the gloves against the fencing as he heads back to his seat for the next fight. COLE Folks, we got word that our own Josh Matthews is in the back, standing by with Hoff. Josh, are you there? The cameras cut to the backstage area, where Josh is standing next to a very pissed-off looking Hoff. JOSH Thanks, MC! Hoff, many people are wondering about your altercation with Gibraltar last week. Rumors are flying that you have it out for Sly Sommers, or that you're in Zack malibu's back pocket-- Hoff's eyes flash wide and he grabs Josh by the throat! Josh's cheeks flush as Hoff calmly reaches his hand out and grabs the mic from Josh's hand. HOFF Josh, I like you... Hoff lets go of Josh's neck. HOFF So, I'm not gonna kick your ass for implying that I'm on someone's "payroll." Fact is, I don't care about Zack Malibu; I don't care about Sly Sommers. What I do care about is putting that big son of a bitch Gibraltar in his place. Every week, I hear St. Andrew ramble on and on about the evils of the world, and how we need to be saved. Well, let me tell you something, Josh. I'm a drinker, a gambler, a sinner...and I don't WANT to be saved. And as long as he has that big bully watching Andrew's back, no one's gonna stop him. So, I'm gonna take the bully out. Hoff looks at Josh, who tenatively reaches for his microphone. Hoff flips it into his hands. JOSH Right, but Hoff, what about your claim to be bigger, badder, and better than Gibraltar? The man stands well over seven feet tall and-- Hoff wrenches the mic away from Josh again. HOFF Look at me. Hoff holds his hands out to the sides as the camera zooms out to show Hoff's whole body. A loud shrill goes up from a few of the female fans as-- HOFF TAKES OFF HIS SHIRT! CABOOSE Now don't get too excited, Cole. HOFF You wanna talk about big and bad? They don't come any bigger or better than me. Gibraltar might be a giant, but the Big Hoff Daddy is a giant killer, and you'd be wise to remember that. Bottom line? Tonight, when I get my hands on that overgrown altar boy, I'm gonna power him down. VOICE: "I'd like to see you try!" The fans boo as St. Andrew walks into the scene, mic in hand! ANDREW Hoff, poor child, I don't think you realize who you're dealing with. Hoff's nostrils flare as Andrew sneers and keeps talking. ANDREW You see, first of all, you're dealing with a higher power. You ought to show a shred of respect. The fans jeer as Hoff shakes his head slowly. ANDREW And in all honesty, Hoff, I fear for you. I fear for your soul, because there must be something possessing you. How else could you possibly believe that you could match power with the most devastating force in the world today? You see, Hoff, the fact is simply this: Gibraltar is all that YOU claim to be. He is bigger and better than anyone out there, and that most definitely includes you. Fortunately, tonight, you will be delivered into Gibraltar's waiting arms. You will be saved! Andrew looks up at Hoff with a passionate expression on his face. COLE You know, sometimes I worry he actually believes what he's saying. Hoff looks back at Andrew for a moment, then looks down and chuckles...then lunges at Andrew! Hoff makes a grab, but Andrew jumps back and turns to run away! J. Math steps back as the cameras follow Hoff down the hall as he chases after Andrew! Andrew turns a corner, and Hoff follows...but gets knocked back hard into the wall! Hoff slumps against the wall as Andrew appears from behind the corner....followed by Gibraltar!! Andrew grins evilly as Gibraltar stalks toward Hoff! Gibraltar picks Hoff up as Andrew shouts for him to finish the job! Hoff stands groggily, and Gibraltar takes a step back...and DRILLS Hoff with a stiff lariat! Hoff falls hard to the floor! Finally, security rushes to the scene, but Gibraltar and Andrew are already walking away. As they step backwards, Andrew yells back at Hoff "you will be saved..." The cameras cut BACK TO DA SC BOYIEEE~! COLE What a cheap attack by Saint Andrew and Gibraltar! CABOOSE What are you talking about? I saw a man defend his spiritual leader. What's so wrong with that? COLE Come on Caboose, that was a damn setup and you know it. CABOOSE Don't tell me what I know, Michael. I'll tell you what I know and what I don't. COACH I'll tell you what I know -- that Gibraltar is one bad motha! COLE Absolutely, and Hoff is gonna have his hands full tonight! And still to come here on HeldDOWN, we've got a lot more, so stay tuned! COMMERCIAL BREAK