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Patty earned his imaginary pay check by enhancing the show’s presentation. Thumbs up! To PR as well for his SO ad. Nice promo from Rodez and Moneymaker to start the show, leading to a sweet CPA-Rodez match. The highlight having to be a Zeus reference. To think he was penciled in to main event WM VI. Edward? He’s shooting! Popick’s shooting! Excellent promo from PR that puts over the HIAC match at SO in a big way. at Lindsay’s comment at the end. Moracca speaks the English language fluently now. Good for him. That Cross segment was interesting. I know the character is new, but is the poster somebody from the past? I seem to remember a Rick. The guy who wrote for him had quite the imagination, featuring two brothers and their father in his storyline IIRC. Bo is pissed. Good stuff from the Metrosexual Monster. The VX-Caboose match was PPV worthy, including some brutal spots. The X-Man certainly earned that win. AAN for World Champion! You know you want it. Sgt. Slaughter was champion going into WM VII, let’s do the same for Nerdly. J Abdullah Nerdly vs. Jacob Cross: The match was much more entertaining than I expected. I thought Nerdly was going to get crushed, but he got a fair amount of offense. Makes sense given that this was JC’s first wrestling match. At least that’s how I saw it. We have sponsors now! HD wouldn’t be complete without an interview with COD. Somebody give them their own shoot interview ASAP. Die Todeshändler vs. COD: Teddy was great on commentary, and the girls with their own way of representing the USA. I’m glad Patty didn’t disappoint the masses by finding a way to include David Hasselhoff. Match of the Night: VX vs. Caboose Line of the Night: “I see his face on your body when I'm making love to you. ” -- Tha Puerto Rican Honorary mention: “Well... Hell In A Cell doesn't very fun. Infact, it sounds a little bit like hell. In a cell.”

[i]Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go[/i] Los Diablos de Fuego prance onto the pink and yellow lit stage and shake their booties in front of a hostile crowd, concluding with a kiss on both cheeks and a :D. [i]It's raining men - Hallelujah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallelujah It's raining men - Amen[/i] BUFFER The following contest LIVE on TSM is scheduled for one fall. Currently on the way to the ring, alongside his partner MARIACHI, one half of the sexiest tag team in all of Mexico, Los Diablos de Fuego…MORACCA! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Unaccustomed to the role of villain, Los Diablos are a bit perplexed at first but go on with their routine, bumping and grinding on the guardrails, but it’s when Moracca is shunned attempting to hand his sombrero to one “lucky” male ringside that they understand the gravity of the situation. COLE One of our more popular teams, although you wouldn’t know it based on their reception here tonight -- and you’ll learn why in just a minute -- Los Diablos de Fuego are making their return to the OAOAST following a successful tour in their homeland. They weren’t alone either, tagging along with Rescue 911. COACH They say it was a business trip, but my sources say it was really a romantic getaway! Ever since Officer Bosley and EMT Tim saved Los Diablos de Fuego from attack weeks ago those flaming luchadors have been lusting over them as much as Holly-Wood has over Rico de Janeiro. COLE Los Diablos sexual preference is no secret, and while they may very well love a man in uniform, when it comes to wrestling it’s all business. [i]Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees[/i] The crowd ERUPTS as “Sweet” Lucius Soul struts out through the sliding doors, followed by Rico de Janeiro, stroking his porno moustache as only he can. BUFFER His opponent, accompanied by fellow home wrecker Rico de Janeiro, from the Big Easy! New Orleans, Louisiana, here is…”SWEET” LUCIUS SOOOOOOOOUL!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Listen to this ovation, Cole! You’d think the Saints just won the Super Bowl. COLE Perhaps the only part of the country the reigning HI-YAH tag team champions are popular in. One place in particular where they’re very unpopular is Sin City, home of the Heavenly Rockers. After what they did to them last week, I’d be watching over my shoulder at all times. We go to a wide shot as the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew stop to chat with a couple of college chicks ringside? Why? Because they FLASH Soul and de Janeiro for a pair of beads! SOUL Awwww, DAYUM! Rico gestures for the girls to call him after the show as Soul and Moracca remove the pre-match attire and prepare for battle. Mariachi with a nice hard slap on the ass for his partner. MORACCA :D * DINGDINGDING * The bell sounds and both competitors are ready to go, that is until Moracca spots the pick on Soul’s afro. Lucius is all like, my bad, and tosses it to Rico. COACH No harm, no foul. COLE (sarcastically) I’m sure Lucius simply forgot he had the pick in his hair. We all know he’s above bending the rules. To show there was no ill intent Lucius offers his hand in sportsmanship. The trustworthy hombre that he is Moracca accepts…and has the tasted slapped out of his mouth! “YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Lucius follows up with a big right hand, proclaiming “That’s for the ‘fro, yo!” Referring to an incident that occurred in the Los Diablos-Homewrecking Crew Anderson Cup bout where the masked homie dared to stroke Soul’s trademark afro. Feeling he can do no wrong in front of his home crowd Lucius whips Moracca into the ropes and paint brushes him after a drop toehold, then struts off to comb the ‘fro. “LUCIUS SOUL!” *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* “LUCIUS SOUL!” *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* COLE Do not adjust your sets, ladies and gentlemen. You are witnessing a first, as the fans of New Orleans are solidly behind their favorite son, “Sweet” Lucius Soul. Moracca receives some words of encouragement from Mariachi before locking up with Sweetness, who snags him in a side headlock. Moracca shoots him off and is leveled on the rebound by a shoulder tackle. He rolls onto his stomach as Soul hits the ropes and skips over the top, and then under a leapfrog on the way back and right into a SPIN WHEEL KICK! ONE… Soul refuses to stay down, even for a extra second to recoup, and kicks out at one. A series of forearm shivers leave Lucius jelly-legged, but not for long, as he drives the knee into the midsection and whips Moracca into the far corner. Lucius calls on everyone to come aboard the Sooooul Train (had to work that in somewhere, folks) and charges forward, leaping into the corner from midring while rotating 360° to splash… COACH Soul Brother Splash! ….NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” COLE The lights were on but nobody was home. Moracca moving out of the way just in the nick of time! Things go from bad to worse for Soul and his supporters, as Moracca wrenches the arm and rubs his genitals across his opponent’s hand! Freaked out beyond belief Soul allows himself to be lifted in a pump handle…but he manages to float over the top and nail Moracca with a BICYCLE KICK! “YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Lucius doesn’t even bother attempting a pin, picking Moracca up from the mat to deliver a BUTTERFLY BACKBREAKER… COACH Welcome to Nawlins, “homie“! …followed by a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! ONE… TWO… THR-- NO! Soul raises Moracca’s shoulders off the mat. COLE Come on, Lucius! You had the match won right there. COACH The Soul Man isn’t through yet, Mikey, he still wants to put on a show for his people. COLE It’s not like its going to help rebuild the city. He’s trying to embarrass the youngster. COACH Los Diablos do that just walking out here. Scoop and a…SMALL PACKAGE! COLE Moracca rolls him up! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Both men hurry to their feet. Soul misses a wild clothesline and nearly loses his balance as Moracca races towards the ropes. SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY…INTO THE POUNCE!! “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” COLE Oh, my! COACH You’ll see that in the opening next week. Lucius pops up with a bounce to his step, feeling the ‘fro as he struts around Moracca’s body. The fans rise in unison as they know what’s next. Soul places both hands besides his ears to signal it’s bedtime. He drapes Moracca across his shoulders and flips him over the top, dropping him face-first onto his knee! COLE Fro 2 Sleep! That will do it. ONE… TWO… THREE!!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…”SWEET” LUCIUS SOOOOOOOOUL!! After Soul’s hand is raised he decides to put the boots to Moracca. Mariachi comes to his partner’s aid but is knocked down by Rico, who Soul assists in giving the luchador a SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Moracca is then lifted for a suplex, his legs grabbed on the way over by Soul, and planted with a sit out power bomb/neck breaker combo! COACH Coup de Mardi Gras! COLE Somebody get them out of the ring! Once the damage is done the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew are more than pleased to leave the area, high-fiving fans on their way backstage. COLE We'll be back.

"Sweet" Lucius Soul vs. Moracca of Los Diablos de Fuego

Solid show this week. Didn't expect the twist in the blindfold match, but it showed how low the Enterprise will go to gain a competitive edge. Who knows what they'll do next now that Leon Rodez has said he's gunning for them. The COD/Jade post-match stuff was good as well (the slap forehead bit was funny). WDW's return is in a couple of weeks and their newest signing captures the Heartland title. Somewhat surreal to see Moss and Benjamin help their former enemy, but they're on the same team now. But the star of the show, so to speak, was the debuting Jacob Cross. Very effective vignette. Nice to have some new blood around. Match of the Night: Strutter vs. TK Line of the Night: "Jacob Cross....and I'm nobody's son."

Non-title Match The Heavenly Rockers vs. Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew

BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following contest, sanctioned by HI-YAH Promotions and the OAOAST, is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the HI-YAH tag team championship! Fall Out Boy’s “Thriller” hits and the crowd goes crazy, bringing a smile to Melody Nerdly’s face as she leads her terrific twosome to the squared circle. BUFFER First, the challengers…from San Antonio, Texas, totaling 497 pounds, JOCK MULLIGAN and BARON WINDELS…THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS! And they are accompanied everyone’s favorite gal pal MELODY NERDLY! “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” The guys hand Melody their accessories and go through their last minute routine as they await their opponents. COLE A reminder, ladies and gentlemen, this bout is being contested under HI-YAH rules. Instead of the traditional 10 count there will be a 20 count, and throwing your opponent over the top rope is an automatic disqualification. Now back to Michael Buffer. Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees The soothing sound of Phil Collins' "Easy Lover" fills the air as Rico de Janeiro swaggers onto the stage stroking his 70s porn ‘stache. “Sweet” Lucius Soul pops out behind him, puffing out his afro. BUFFER Their opponents and champions, weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of 410 pounds, RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL...THE MARDI GRAS HHHOOOOMMEEWRECKING CREW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The always confident pair are even more so now that they hold the HI-YAH tag team championship. Once inside the ring, referee Charles Robinson asks for possession of the titles. Rico and Lucius oblige, but not before Soul gives his belt a French Quarter kiss! COACH How can you not love those guys, Cole? COLE Simple. They’re arrogant. And home wreckers! It’s the very reason they’ve gotten themselves in hot water with the Heavenly Rockers. Rico made unsolicited advances towards Logan’s wife Holly-Wood and to say he’s pissed would be an understatement. Thank goodness the Lone Star Gunslingers were there for Holly. Who knows what Rico would’ve done had they not shown up. COACH Oh, please. Haven’t you ever heard of supply and demand? Besides, Holly’s the one who started flirting with Rico. She’s obviously playing hard to get with her combative attitude. Of course you wouldn’t know since you’re from Venus. * DINGDINGDING * Rico de Janeiro and Baron Windels get things going for their respective teams, and Rico starts off strong by utilizing a Greco-Roman knuckle lock to cheap shot Baron, kicking the 6’7” Texan in the gut. Doubled over, Baron is staggered by a series of blows to the face. Looking to strike big early de Janeiro whips Windels into the ropes to deliver his patent running high knee, but Baron ducks and lands a flying lariat on the rebound! ONE… Baron rises up as he spots Lucius coming in and backdrops the Louisiana native. Soul finds himself in the wrong side of town, face to face with Jock Mulligan. Big right hand sends Lucius stumbling back towards Baron and a hip toss…onto Rico! Rico is then sent off for the ride and back dropped. A tag is made and Jock Mulligan officially sees action for the first time tonight, connecting on a MISSLE DROPKICK! COLE That ought to please Melody. She’s been asking the Gunslingers to incorporate more high-risk moves into their matches for awhile now. COACH There’s only one person who can please Melody, and that’s Rico de Janeiro. COLE Why did I know you were going to go-- Here’s the cover! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Irish whip, but Rico counters and Lucius pulls down the top rope, causing Jock to tumble outside. Soul harasses Baron inside while Rico goes to work on the floor, lifting Jock onto his shoulder before dropping him face-first on the steel steps! The sickening thud that follows grabs the attention of the referee, who immediately orders de Janeiro back in. The damage done Rico has no problem going along with the request. He rolls Jock in and tags out. Lucius swings inside onto the middle turnbuckle and delivers a picture perfect elbow! ONE… TWO… THR-- NO! Jock barely gets the shoulder off the mat. Rico returns and successfully executes a gut wrench suplex, popping right up to stroke the ‘stache and drop the big leg! COACH Porno 'Stache Leg drop! ONE… TWO… Rico’s lackadaisical cover, which is simply his leg across Jock’s chest, isn’t enough to keep the Texas Twister down. Melody leads the crowd in urging Jock on as Baron shouts words of encouragement from the apron. “LET’S GO JOCK!” “LET’S GO JOCK!” “LET’S GO JOCK!” Following a tag, Jock is slammed and then crushed by a pair of elbows from the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. Rico then assists “Sweet” Lucius Soul on a STANDING MOONSAULT! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Soul gets down with his bad self before firing Jock into the corner, charging in after and smashing the flat of the boot into the jaw of the Texas Twister. What happens next is the biggest insult to the state of Texas since the time Ozzy Osborne pissed on the Alamo, as Lucius plants Jock into the canvas with a BULLDOG! BARON :firedevil: MELODY :angry: COACH That’s the best Bulldog I’ve seen in all my years in this great sport, Cole. Look at Baron and Melody. They’re envious right now. COLE Envious?! Disgusted is more like it. ONE… TWO… Still fuming over the use of the bulldog, Baron breaks up the count and lets loose on Lucius. As he’s restrained by the official Soul and de Janeiro swap places. Questioned by the zebra Rico denies any wrongdoing and puts the boots to Jock. The Texas Twister develops a sense of urgency as Rico lifts him overhead, worming out of a body vice or attempted Moustache Ride and locks on… “YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” …THE IRON CLAW!! Amazingly, Rico manages to grab a side headlock out of sheer desperation but is quickly pushed off into the ropes. A notorious ladies’ man, even lady luck is charmed by Rico de Janeiro, the King of Mardi Gras somehow able to make the blind tag as he bounces off the near side and is driven into the mat courtesy of a real Texas BULLDOG by Jock Mulligan! COLE Bulldog! He got him with the bulldog! But Jock didn’t see the tag. He has Rico pinned for at least a 10 count but a tag was made! Unaware of what has happened the Gunslinger complain to referee Charles Robinson, who does his best to explain the situation. Even Melody gets in on the act, jumping on the apron to protest. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd reacts as Lucius sneaks inside with the tag title in hand. Soul believes he has a clear shot at Jock when… “YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” …LOGAN MANN shows up and rips the belt out of his hands! LUCIUS :o Wagging his finger in Soul’s face Logan is blindsided by Rico. The crowd erupts again as SYNTH makes his presence felt, evening up the odds. As the bodies start to fly the referee notices the mayhem going on behind him and calls for the bell. * DINGDINGDING * COACH Disqualification! The champs retain their titles! Not one to run away from a good fight the Gunslingers join in and help the Heavenly Rockers clean house on the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. With fists flying everywhere it’s only natural that one stays from its target, as is the case when Jock accidentally nails Logan. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Logan storms to his feet and confronts Jock, who is very apologetic, but the wild child he’s been known to be in the past prevents Logan from thinking clearly, or maybe it’s just from the shot he took. Either way, his wife HOLLY-WOOD arrivals on the scene to play peacemaker and cooler heads prevail, much to the fans delight as “Heart-Shaped Box“ hits. COLE That’s great to see right there. COACH Give me a break. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by the referee that due to outside interference the winners of the match as a result of a disqualification…and STILL HI-YAH tag team champions, Rico de Janeiro and “Sweet” Lucius Soul…THE MARDI GRAS HHHOOOOMMEEWRECKING CREW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The crowd doesn’t like it and neither do I. But it’s the right decision. Though their intentions were noble the Heavenly Rockers did interfere in the contest. COACH I guess you aren’t as stupid as you look, Cole. It took 5 years but you finally said something intelligent. There’s still hope for mankind after all. Holly and Melody raise the guys’ hands and all is well…until the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew cheap shot the Heavenly Rockers from behind, clubbing them with their tag titles! Soul and de Janeiro hightail it before the Gunslingers have any time to stick up for their buddies. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The champs retreat stroking their porno mustache and afro, respectively. COLE A hit and run attack by the champions. A shameful act on their part. But if we know one thing about the Heavenly Rockers, they won’t stay down. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew may have fired the first shot, but it just may have been their last.

Pretty good show this week. Only two matches, but both delivered the goods. Beverly Hills Blonds/CPA vs. America’s Team & Brock Ausstin: I normally don’t comment on my own matches, but since Alf wrote the finish I’ll just say I’m glad to see Team Heyross together again. Maybe this time they’ll get a run with the tag titles, assuming WDW will have their own belts. Patty just created a modern version of the old Control Centers the WWF and WCW had with the Action Zone. I remember when that was a Sunday morning WWF show on USA. The Bo-O'Hara segment reminded me of the time Shane Douglas got chased away from ringside (IIRC he just finished a match) and the was shown seconds afterwards in street clothes with the rest of the New Blood. Happened on Nitro and was funny as hell. Doesn't take a genius to figure out he wants some of PR, especially what the champ did to him earlier when he and his crew jumped Bo. 8-Man Tag ME: Wow, it was like a two night television event. Zack really brought it. MOTN.

If only it were available in my area. But I have Directv so it wouldn't matter anyway, but the old WWF and non-WWF shows would be worth it alone. Sucks to see you go, but I know the feeling. Sometimes I'm not motivated myself. I rely mostly on my wrestling DVD collection to jump start the mind here and there. I guess it easier for guys like me, KC and Patty because we pitch ideas to each other. I'd be going out of my mind if I had to book the entire tag division solo or write for a singles wrestler.

HI-YAH Tag Title Match * Lone Star Gunslingers vs. Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew * KC approved!

Heavenly Rockers segment

And now, the sparely used [b][color="#FF8C00"]OAO[/color]AST [color="#0000FF"]BACKTRAKER[/color][/b]! [b]Last Thursday[/b] [quote]RICO Hey, doll face... (strokes porn 'stache) ... you must be exhausted because you've been running through my mind all night. HOLLY Excuse me? RICO Allow me to introduce myself... and perhaps later expose myself. The name's Rico de Janerio. Pleased to make your acquaintance. (extends hand) HOLLY And I'll be pleased the second you leave. * CLIP * SOUL You know, Rico, I'm startin' to get a little tired of this 'forbidden fruit' act. What the deal, sweet thing? I know it ain't no race thing because you the property of Logan... HOLLY I'm no one's property. Logan's my husband. And if you don't leave me alone, you'll have to answer to him. Once I'm through kicking your asses, that is. RICO Come on, baby. Doesn't everyone want a little fun in their lives? Your old man seems to think so, otherwise he wouldn't have planted one of that foxy Nerdly chicá at AngleMania! Seems to ol' Rico here, he's getting bored playing Ozzie and Harriet. The comment strikes a nerve with Holly, pausing in deep thought, clutching the cup in her hand... SOUL (whispering to Rico) Awwww yeah. I'm ready to wreck that chick. ...before TOSSING IT IN RICO'S FACE!! RICO :firedevil: With the brown colored beverage trickling down his face, Rico takes a step forward... but is cut off by the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS!? SOUL What d'you fools want? JOCK For you two fellahs to leave this dame alone and head on back to where it is you came from. Lucius glances at the camera and then back at Jock, who along with Baron escort Holly back to her dressing room. * CLIP * SOUL (looks at Rico) Somebody get a burn unit out here! Can't a brother get some EMTs up in this place!? My man could be scarred! The women wouldn't like that... yo, Rico, you ain't screaming or nothin', bro. Don't it burn? RICO It should, shouldn't it? Rico runs his tongue across his now brown porn 'stache. RICO Chocolate milk. SOUL Say what? RICO Chocolate milk. She threw chocolate milk in my face. SOUL :O DAYYUM!, the girl even prefers her milk brown! I'm down with that! RICO Let's get out of here. I gotta change my shirt. But it damn sure ain't the last of this.[/quote] COLE Welcome back, fans. Michael Cole and the Coach at Sofa Central. And Coach, the video we just saw wasn’t the only newsworthy event of one week ago. COACH Surprise, surprise, it seems our friend Holly-Wood has caught the lust bug yet again. It was Ned Blanchard two years ago, Big Frank Bruiser last year, and now Rico de Janerio. The woman is a nymphomaniac, Cole. COLE How dare you! She’s a married woman! COACH Obviously not a [I]happily[/I] married woman, or she wouldn’t have been drooling all over Rico. His eyes melted her heart AND her panties! COLE I can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. Anyway, fans, the other newsworthy event I alluded to occurred in our tag team battle royal main event last week. As the guys in the trunk cue the footage, at the conclusion of the clip we’ll show you an incident captured on tape as our production crew disassembled the backstage interview set. [b]Last Week[/b] [quote]Rico crashes the Rocker/Gunslinger party by clubbing Logan down to the canvas with a polish hammer. Watching his friend crumble to a heap sets off a blaze of fury in Jock's heart, and leads him to direct a firestorm of punches towards Rico's porn stache! Unable to stave off the torrent of blows, The Brazilian calls for help. His cries are answered by his wingman Lucius Soul who bulldogs The Texas Twister away from his mentor. Synth Esizer spots the trouble his comrades are in, and fights past Moracca to lend them assistance. He exchanges jabs with The Wrecking Crew, but it doesn't take long before their numbers advantage overwhelms him. However, he's given help from Logan Mann who subdues Soul with a waistlock. But Mann's efforts are wasted, as the New Orleans native frees himself with a mule kick! Soul is kept on the defense, however, by Baron Windells charging towards him with a big boot! The afroed fighter ducks the approaching attack, and Baron's enormous shoe collides directly with the face of Logan Mann! Not expecting the lethal strike, Mann is unable to brace himself for the impact, and the force of the attack propels him over the ropes and to ringside mats! The fans are distraught by the stunning elimination, and Windels can scarcely believe his eyes. He apologizes profusely to Logan, but Mann can hear nothing past Holly's yelps of “Are you okay?” and his own agonizing headache. COLE The Heavenly Rockers are out at number three! I can't believe it![/quote] [b]Later that Night[/b] The video cuts to the Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood near the Gorilla position. Logan paces uncontrollably, clutching the side of his face, as his wife stands by her Mann. Synth the calmer of the two but anxious himself. Their souls just about exit their bodies as the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS return backstage following their elimination from the battle royal. MELODY (gasp) Hey you guys! LOGAN We got a problem. A BIG problem! BARON I reckon it relates to Holly and the battle royal. LOGAN What I have to say doesn‘t concern Holly. As far as that goes, I’m cool with that. You were there when I wasn’t. Even if you weren’t I’m confident she would’ve been okay. They don’t call her the “Angel of Death” for nothing. She doesn’t need a man to protect her at all times. I want to talk about the battle royal. JOCK Look… LOGAN No, you listen. A few weeks ago we told you by sticking your nose in our affairs that you would become the target of teams that don’t see eye to eye with the Heavenly Rockers. Now you can add the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew to your list. But as of their actions towards Holly, we got beef with them too. And by eliminating me and therefore the Heavenly Rockers from the battle royal, we didn’t have much time to inflict the kind of hotel damage to our enemies that we prefer. However, HOWEVER…it took balls for you to do what you did. And we like people with balls. Those are the type we know we can go to hell and back with. We might come back missing an arm or a leg, but as long as I got the tongue that would make Gene Simmons blush… SYNTH And as long as moi has his penis… A comment that makes Melody blush. LOGAN …then all’s fair in love and war. MELODY So are you saying we’re still friends? LOGAN I’m saying the Heavenly Rockers and Lone Star Gunslingers are cool. MELODY Eek! This is the perfect segue to formally invite you to the coolest and most bombastic LAN party known to man or alien. Anyone of you guys play Halo? BARON :rolleyes: SYNTH The Heavenly Rockers sometimes wear one. MELODY We are gonna have so much fun!

Feedback! Cuban Wall vs. Zack: A pleasant surprise and the ending was fantastic. The most I’ve been interested in TLC in a long while. And if any one of us forgot about the 24/7 title, O’Hara reminded us about it by going after Wall before his match with Zack. Triumph is a pretty cool name for a show. Can’t wait to see what Alf’s got planned with WDW. So the SWF Champion is competing on a OAOAST show? There’s one for the history books. How long till Zack shows up over there to return the favor? The laminated line in the Maddix/Cortez cracked me up. Why? I don’t know. I think it was the response afterwards. "Oh." It read funny in my view. Maybe I’m just easily amused. Tag Team Battle Royal: Had Patty written intros for all 15 teams it may have gone longer than the match! At least we learned the Love Doctors are still alive, and spending most of their saving them. Anyway, fun match. Teddy was great on commentarty, and the ladder spot with Melody and Baron was clever. at Mel’s poem late in the match. Not at all surprised the girls retained. I think maybe the first time they’ve actually won in their hometown. Match of the Night: Tag Team Battle Royal Line of the Night: "My lawsuits are twenty percent bullshit, and one hundred percent winners." -- Theodore Moneymaker

We cut to "Mean" Gene Okerlund at our backstage interview location. Next to him, already dressed to compete, the Beverly Hills Blonds and their manager, Enterprise CFO Mackenzie DeCenzo. OKERLUND Still to come, the over-the-top rope battle royal for the One & Only Anglesault Thread World tag team championship. But it's another championship my guests at this time wish to discuss, that being the 6-man title held by the awesome trio of Brock Ausstin and America's Team. SIMON Cowards! OKERLUND You see, one week ago on this very program Theodore Moneymaker all but guaranteed his Enterprise would capture the 6-man tag titles tonight. However-- BLANCHARD Let's cut straight to the chase, son. Brock Ausstin and America's Team are afraid to step in the ring with the Enterprise, just as we've always said they were. The only reason those belts are still around their waist is because they took advantage of CPA's inexperience the last time we met. He's not a trained wrestler; he's an ass-kicker. Ausstin and the A-team shook in their boots for a week knowing CW was going to be our third man. So when the opportunity presented itself to postpone the match, or a 'clerical error' as the company is saying, you bet your bottom dollar they jumped at the chance to do so. Like they couldn't pull double duty? I have a funny feeling that if the roles were reversed the OAOAST would have us compete twice in one night. Then again, I wouldn't blame them. Any excuse to put the hottest tag team in sports entertainment on the tube = ratings. OKERLUND Anytime you can give the fans more bang for their buck, I'm all for it. Despite your attitudes, there's no denying you're two of the best wrestlers in the sport today. BLANCHARD What? OKERLUND I said they're two of the best wrestlers in the sport today. SINGLETON You're lucky we don't sure you for defamation of character. Get with the times, gramps. Wrestlers are rednecks with two front teeth. The Beverly Hills Blonds are cool and tanned sports entertainers. We're the guys everyone wishes they can be, but aren't. Take the teams involved in tonight's battle royal. I mean, the Heavenly Rockers? We beat them so bad in the past we nearly ran them out of town. What about the Lone Star Gunslingers? Now there are some real rednecks. And who can forget America's Team? They may have chickened out of our 6-man tag match, but they won't be able to escape us in the battle royal. OKERLUND Mackenzie? MACKENZIE They say diamonds are a girl's best friend. But honey, I'm no girl... I'm [I]all[/I] woman, and this woman desires championship gold. BLANCHARD And you're gonna get some tonight, sweetheart. The Beverly Hills Blonds were the first 3-time OAOAST World tag team champions, and we'll be the first 4-time titleholders too. You can deposit that in the bank. A familiar voice is heard from the shadows, though the person isn't seen. MAN (Off-screen) It might not be solid gold, but it's a championship. OKERLUND Hold on just a minute. Outfitted in a red Hawaiian shirt and stroking his trademark 70's porno mustache, Rico walks on set with Lucius at his side and newly won HI-YAH tag team titles draped across their shoulders. The duo pause to observe Mackenzie. An attention whore, Mackie plays to the men, which nearly sends Soul into cardiac arrest. SINGLETON "Sweet" Lucius Soul and Rico de Janerio, the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew! I gotta ask how it feels to have championship... silver around your waists, or shoulders in this case? SOUL (licking chops) About as 'ol Mackie here looks Gene-O... mighty fine. RICO Speaking of fine, babe alert at 8:37. Heads and camera turn to find HOLLY-WOOD grabbing some munchies for the absent Heavenly Rockers, cup in hand. BLANCHARD Oh, hell no! Sloppy seconds and the wrath of Logan Mann? You don't want any of that. Been there and done that. SOUL Yo, I ain't hatin', but we don't need no advice on the ladies there brah. Excuse us, ladies and gents. I gots'a funky feelin' the Homewrecking Crew has found its latest woman to liberate and lubricate. SINGLETON Let's get the hell outta here. I got a bad feeling about this. The Blonds dodge out of town while Rico and Soul scroll over to Holly. RICO Hey, doll face... (strokes ’stache) ... you must be exhausted because you've been running through my mind all night. HOLLY Excuse me? RICO Allow me to introduce myself... and perhaps later expose myself. The name's Rico de Janerio. Pleased to make your acquaintance. (extends hand) HOLLY And I'll be pleased the second you leave. RICO Ooh, feisty AND a sense of humor. My kinda lad-aay. Anyway, how 'bout... HOLLY Uh, HELLO! Ring on finger. Holly-Wood points to the sparkling wedding ring on her hand, causing Soul to wipe a smirk from his face. SOUL Hey that's cool, baby. All adds to the excitement. HOLLY Who the hell are you? SOUL Sweetness himself, sugar. "Sweet" Lucius Soul to be exact. HOLLY Nice nickname. Is that supposed to impress me? SOUL You know, Rico, I'm startin' to get a little tired of this 'forbidden fruit' act. What the deal, sweet thing? I know it ain't no race thing because you the property of Logan... HOLLY I'm no one's property. Logan's my husband. And if you don't leave me alone, you'll have to answer to him. Once I'm through kicking your asses, that is. RICO Come on, baby. Doesn't everyone want a little fun in their lives? Your old man seems to think so, otherwise he wouldn't have planted one of that foxy Nerdly chicá at AngleMania! Seems to ol' Rico here, he's getting bored playing Ozzie and Harriet. The comment strikes a nerve with Holly, pausing in deep thought, clutching the cup in her hand... SOUL (whispering to Rico) Awwww yeah. I'm ready to wreck that chick. ...before TOSSING IT IN RICO'S FACE!! RICO :firedevil: With the brown colored beverage trickling down his face, Rico takes a step forward... but is cut off by the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS!? SOUL What d'you fools want? JOCK For you two fellahs to leave this dame alone and head on back to where it is you came from. Lucius glances at the camera and then back at Jock, who along with Baron escort Holly back to her dressing room. SOUL Oh, no you didn't. OH, NO you didn't! I got yo punk ass on video uttering a racist remark. I ain't havin' that! Nah, it jus ain't goin' DOWN like that foo'! I'm'a have Al Sharpton and the Reverend Jesse Jackson on yo ass! Gene-O, quit standing around. You here saw that. Collaborate my story. OKERLUND There was nothing racist about his remark at all! He simply asked you and Rico to leave Holly alone! SOUL Man, I shouldn't have expected you to help a brother out. (looks at Rico) Somebody get a burn unit out here! Can't a brother get some EMTs up in this place!? My man could be scarred! The women wouldn't like that... yo, Rico, you ain't screaming or nothin', bro. Don't it burn? RICO It should, shouldn't it? Rico runs his tongue across his now brown porn 'stache. RICO Chocolate milk. SOUL Say what? RICO Chocolate milk. She threw chocolate milk in my face. SOUL :O DAYYUM!, the girl even prefers her milk brown! I'm down with that! RICO Let's get out of here. I gotta change my shirt. But it damn sure ain't the last of this.

Excellent follow-up to the anniversary show. The matches were all top notch and it looks like the seeds were planted for a possible Malibu-PR feud. Maggie's intros were hilarious, as was the HI-YAH rant. And what a way to close the show, with the announcement of VX vs. Caboose for Syndicated (which I didn't even know was set for the 28th)! Match of the Night: You couldn't go wrong with any of them, but I have to give the nod to the MGHWC-D*LUX tag title match. Never did I expect the HWC to rise to the top so quickly.

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the men who survived the Sin City street fight last Sunday night at AngleMania, the GREATEST Rock 'n' Wrestling band of ALL time... THE HEAVENLY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” So deafening is the ovation that “Heart-Shaped Box” can barely be heard in the background. Logan walks down the aisle hand and hand with his wife Holly-Wood, his fist raised in triumph, while Synth bangs his head to the imaginary tune of his air guitar. COACH Either they just got back from a funeral or they’re big fans on Johnny Cash, all dressed in back. COLE Perhaps both. They did vanquish the Sooner Bruisers from the OAOAST for 90 days, remember? 11 of which have passed, meaning only 79 more days until they’re eligible to return. COACH And I’m counting them down. Logan rips the microphone from Buffer’s hand and motions for him to beat it (You didn‘t actually think Buffer would conduct the interview, did you?). LOGAN Lone Star Gunslingers, get out here right now! The Heavenly Rockers got something to say to you man-to-man and face-to-face. Fall Out Boy’s “Thriller” hits and the fans react! She might not have been able to train the seal at SeaWorld, but Melody takes pride in knowing she’s trained the fan base to pop for the new theme music of her tag team of Jock Mulligan and Baron Windels, the Lone Star Gunslingers. COACH Here are 3 more people who should be counting down the days until the Sooner Bruisers return, Melody and the Lone Star Gunslingers. If it weren’t for their blatant interference Big Frank and Uber would have won at AngleMania. COLE You know the real reason for the Gunslingers involvement in the Sin City street fight. They came to the aid of the Heavenly Rockers when Los Conquistadors decided to stick their noses where it didn’t belong. They were only evening the odds. COACH Spoken like a true fan boy. What a homer you are. Replace the “er” with an “o” and the answer is still the same. It's all business once Mel and the Gunslingers enter the ring. Jock and Baron standing toe to toe with Synth and Logan. LOGAN Last week the Heavenly Rockers gathered together to watch the number one rated program on Thursday nights, HeldDOWN~!, and heard “sources” reported we were “appreciative” of your help at AngleMania. Obviously nobody bothered to check their facts because everyone knows the Heavenly Rockers don’t need any help fighting their battles. Neither one of us sent out an SOS. The street fight was punishing not only for the men involved, but also for my wife Holly-Wood. She was a bit shaken up, as we all were. If all the hard partying wasn’t enough on my brain, I suffered a mild concussion. Synth and I both needed stitches after it was all said and done. But war is hell and hell was unleashed on the Sooner Bruisers! Now their sitting at home just as we promised they’d be. SYNTH :headbang: LOGAN However…HOWEVER, we also know the roles [I]might[/I] be reversed had it not been for your help. For that we thank you. Mega-Powers handshake! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Melody is unable to control her emotions as he jumps into Logan’s arms and yanks in Synth, giving them both a big bear hug. Baron pulls Mel off and tries to calm her down, but she can’t help herself, and greets Holly like a long lost sister. Holly isn’t sure what to think of the overly exuberant gal pal of the Gunslingers, standing emotionless as Mel goes on and on about adding the Heavenly Rockers to her MySpace friends list. COACH How do Jock and Baron put up with her? I mean, she’s a child in an adult’s body. Heck, she’s more of a man than you. COLE Hey! LOGAN Make no mistake about it, the Heavenly Rockers march to the beat of their own drum. Understand? BARON Loud and clear. Like we said… MELODY Oh, my gosh! Our first win as a team one week, friends forever with the Heavenly Rockers the next. This is sooooo cool. Ahhh! I can’t believe it. Holly, I just know we’re going to be the best of friends. You can come over to Alix and Krista’s place for Girls’ Night Out on the weekends while the boys head down to Texas for a bar-b-cue at Jock’s. You guys won’t regret this. It’s the start of a beautiful friendship sayeth Melody Nerdly! HOLLY Sweetie, we realize you’re a young tag team just getting their feet wet in the tag division, so allow me to indulge you with some constructive criticism on behalf of the Heavenly Rockers. Your helping us means you’ve placed yourselves in the kitchen, and for your sake I hope you’re able to stand the heat because there’s no way out. You’ve made yourselves targets for attacks by teams who wish the Heavenly Rockers ill. Believe me, the Sooner Bruisers are the most vindictive people I know. Once you’ve screwed with him they won’t rest until they’ve returned the favor. JOCK Ma’am, we ain’t scared one lick of the Sooner Bruisers. We’ve dealt with some roughnecks in the past and expect to do so in the future. It’s the price one’s got to pay in order to walk around these neck of the woods as champion. SYNTH Not to infringe on anyone’s phrase, kinda, but ain’t that the truth. You strike moi as the type of dudes who ain’t afraid to throw down a few beers and then go out and crack some heads, or bang some broads which the Synthmeister’s got to do by myself now that my main Mann got hitched. But ah just wanna wish you fellas luck next week, because we’s gonna have ourselves a par-tay, daddy-o. TAG TEAM BATTLE ROYAL! COLE Oh, my! COACH Next week?! COLE Yeah, a tag team battle royal. Wow. We know two of the participants. Hopefully we’ll find out more tonight. If not, be sure to log onto OAOAST.com for more information.

Maybe the best post-PPV edition of HD of all-time. It sure was fun reading some of those old writings from various points in the OAOAST's history. Seeing how the CWM-AS title change was written compared to how title matches are written now shows how far the OAOAST has come from our humble beginnings. The most disturbing part of the show had to be the celebrities piece, at least the bizzare Jivin' JR skit. What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that? I think it was to spoof the JR colon surgery from Raw. I'm hoping it was because I'd hate to think I came up with that on my own. CPA vs. Officer Bosley: Teddy was on fire. KC is the true genius behind our DiBiase rip-off! I'm the guy he talks to about tag team angles and even I don't know what Jade's thoughts on becoming a member of the Enterprise are. Bosley's pre-match promo was awesome, using Rescue 911's motto as their motivation. I wouldn't have thought of that. CPA looked like a beast here. Does this mean Axel is back, or just a one shot deal? Look forward to seeing how all this plays out. Damn Patty for making me laugh so hard during COD's promo, especially the Horshack bit. And D*LUX running to Krista is such a boy band thing to do. The "teenage lady boys" comment was spot on. Hell, all kinds of great lines here, most of which came from Krista. Her happy b-day message to the OAOAST was hilarious. NRG vs. SCM: The Bodybag? Those bastards infringed on Black T's trademark! Patty may think his matches are shit sometimes, but I enjoyed this one. His writing style sucks you right in, or confuses the hell out of you as has happened to one or two guys in the past. Running Benoit Attack sounds like something from No Mercy for N64, which I haven't played in years, so I guess it was a clothesline of some kind. And is it possible? Did we just see the birth of a feud? Will these two teams do more than collect dust? Unless I'm mistaken, I believe my OAOAST Title win is the only one to have occurred on HD. Every other switch has been on "PPV". Zack and Caboose had the match on IZ after Beach Brawl 2002, but that was to determine who the real champion was after it got held up. That's a pretty cool distinction to have. We don't give away much for free. Zack Malibu vs. Tony Brannigan: Zack did a heck of a job on such short notice. Funny how my characters seem to go out with a match against Zack. First the Purist and now TB. The Purist would eventually return, repacked as Punkmaster P, who only lasted two shows. Considering how the match ended, maybe TB will return as well. A feel good moment between OAOAST originals turn nightmare thanks to the World Champion. Match of the Night: To everyone who wrote a match. It's the anniversary show. Everybody's a winner! Line of the Night: "Just because you wanna use Theo's intestines as a lasso, doesn't mean you gotta act like Indiana Jones and raid the lost temple of Frito Lay." -- Alix Maria Spezia

Patty Rule in effect, so if the Gunslingers/Melody promo at the end doesn't work, you have the power to change it. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring to my left, at a total combine weight of 330 pounds, the meanest and baddest hombres in all of Latin America…LOS CONQUISTADORS! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Golden Ones raise their right fists in solidarity. COACH The OAOAST can take away Los Conquistadors entrance, no doubt in response to their actions at AngleMania, but they can’t take away their pride. COLE No, but their opponents might be able too, as many teams in our sister promotion in Japan, HI-YAH, can attest to. Not yet accustomed to Fall Out Boy’s “Thriller” for a pair of Texas cowboys, the crowd is slow to react until the sexy-but-geeky Melody Nerdly bursts onto the stage in her revealing Daisy Dukes, followed by her dashing young tag team of Jock Mulligan and Baron Windels. With most of the pyro budget spent on AngleMania, there's little left for the Gunslingers entrance so none is used. BUFFER Their opponents, led down the aisle by their manager MELODY NERD-- Buffer stops in mid-sentence and heads for cover as Los Conquistadors ambush the Lone Star Gunslingers on their way in! * DINGDINGDING * COACH Uno and Dos sending a message to every tag team out there. If you’re gonna mess with them, you better know what you’re in for because they’re out to hurt you. Los Conquistadors decide to focus their attack on the 6’7” Baron Windels, tossing Jock outside. They strangle him with his own white jacket, and then rip the Stewie Griffin t-shirt off his body and stuff it down his throat! Outside, Melody appears more horrified at the desecration of the shirt rather than the treatment of Windels, and Los Conquistadors relish every second of it, wiping the shirt on their butts before flicking it back at her. She clutches the shirt of her beloved TV show close to her chest and rallies the crowd behind Baron as he’s whipped into the ropes. He ducks a double clothesline and levels both Conquistadors with a flying lariat! COLE MySpace Comeback! MELODY (firing imaginary pistols in air) Yeeeew-haw! Inside, Baron fires off a couple rounds of his own, mixing right hands with a few Cowboy Bebop elbows. Jock returns to the apron and accepts the tag from Baron, who shoots Uno off to the far side. The Texas Twister charges forward and tells the Wild Chicano to BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS!! ONE.. TWO… Dos flies into view and onto Jock to breakup the pin. As the referee escorts Dos to his corner, Jock lassos Uno as Jock clotheslines him off the ropes! COLE Lone Star Lasso! You can put this one in the books. It’s all over. The count has to wait until Baron exits. The referee calling it both ways. But it allows Dos to sneak in and PILEDRIVER Mulligan! He rolls Uno outside and covers Jock! COACH You spoke too soon, Cole. Ha. COLE Los Conquistadors are going to keep up the win the cheap way. ONE… TWO… THREE-- NO!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Dos protests it was a slow count, but like all protests it goes nowhere and turns violent. Dos spots Uno climbing onto the apron and raises his fist. He steps out on the other side of the ring and springboards to the top along with Uno, but Jock Texas two-steps away, causing Los Conquistadors to crash and burn! The tag is made and Baron connects with a top rope lariat on Uno, and then a big boot to Dos. Uno swings and misses, and is brought down courtesy of a Russian leg sweep. Baron covers but Dos stomps him on the head and hammers away before firing the big Texan off…but Windels ducks a swinging back elbow and tacks on the DEVIL’S ADDITION! His partner, the Texas Twister, follows up with a running dropkick that sends Dos out to the floor. Then as a unit perform the REDNECK HANGOVER!! Double cover! ONE… TWO… THREE! * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER Here are your winners…the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS!!! The Gunslingers celebrate with a pair of high-fives from their gal pal Melody, who reunites the Stewie Griffin t-shirt with its rightful owner Baron Windels. Baron is hesitant to put the shirt back on but he doesn’t have much of a choice with Mel just staring at him with a big smile on her face. Melody then initiates a group hug! CUE REPLAY. COACH I hate to say it, but an impressive win for the Lone Star Gunslingers. They withstood the early onslaught from Los Conquistadors and came back with a vengeance. Some nice maneuvers thrown in, but it was the Redneck Hangover power bomb that won it for the men standing by with Michael Cole. COLE Jock, Baron, Mel…congratulations on your victory. The first since joining forces. BARON Well, you know, Michael… MELODY Oh, my gosh! Can you believe it? We finally won! A match that is, we always win at SOCOM for PS2, no thanks Mister no hand-eye cordination Baron Windels. Yay me, and the Gunslingers too, but mostly yay me! I knew Jock and Baron had everything it took to be a winner, they just needed some guidance. Gudiance from the world's smartest woman. But Krista's busy, so they got her look alike instead. Now that their brawn has met my brain and are beginning to get serious about each other, the ride is going to be wickedly awesome. JOCK It’s been a bumpy few weeks, but I think we’ve turned the corner in the last few days. We’re gelling like a trio instead of a tandem. People are finally starting to take notice of the Lone Star Gunslingers, and if they hadn’t before, we sure as heck opened some eyes at AngleMania. COLE You certainly did and I’d like to touch more on that subject. The Heavenly Rockers, who unfortunately couldn’t be here tonight as they recover from bumps and bruises sustained during the Sin City street fight, have said they don’t appreciate it when others impose on their fame and glory, but sources have told me they’re thankful for your help Sunday night as it took them out of a potentially dangerous situation. BARON Just like the Heavenly Rockers, Jock and I had a score to settle with the Sooner Bruisers as well. They lassoed Melody like she was some prize steer and left us lying in a pool of our own blood. Nobody does that to the Lone Star Gunslingers and gets away with it. So we served up our brand of justice at AngleMania when some outlaws tried to run amuck. It’s our way of letting every tag team out there know we want one of those two tag belts. COLE Another situation that arose Sunday night involved you, Melody, when Logan Mann swept you off your feet… MELODY :wub: COLE (CONT’D) …and planted a big wet one of you. He was in an obvious state of confusion, having suffered a concussion during the fight, but I’m sure there are no hard feelings over his actions. MELODY (squeals) That was so totally hawt. Logan's a handsome homosapien, somewhere between Cyclops from the X-Men and Optimus Prime. He could’ve raped me in the ring and I still would’ve loved it, much to the chagrin of Papa Nerdly. But papa don’t preach. And you know what else? Not only did I kiss Logan, but I kissed Holly and had my first threesome! See, Holly’s involved with Logan, right? And he kissed me which means I’ve kissed Holly too! Alix always said my first lesbian experience would come unexpected and she was right. Being a manager is the most fun you can have without going to jail for identity theft. But I digress, let’s go to Chuck E. Cheese, there's skeet ball that needs to be conquered! COACH (perking up) Damn right there's a skeet that needs to be conquered. Like a waterhouse. CUE: “Thriller” by Fall Out Boy Melody does some random funky dance moves as Cole looks on, and then gets down! COACH Let's cut away to commerical or something. Our views don't need to see this.

Let's all try to leave some feedback for this one, no matter how half-assed since it's probably our best show ever. Onto the feedback... AngleMania rebounded in a big way after last year's show was viewed as lackluster. It also had the best presentation of any OAOAST show with all the use of pics and emoticons. Riggs vs. Wolfenstein: Fast-paced opener with lots of action. Thumbs up. Moneymaker & Wright vs. COD: Bravo! Standing ovation for Patty, who managed to do the impossible by outdoing himself yet again. The intros, match, "don't read my sign" and boner gags were gold. Street vs. Lindsay: Placing Thomas as the referee added a sense of intrigue, and lead to highway robbery. I smell rematch. TLC vs. Caboose & Some Guy: Nice homage to HBK's WM XII intro with SG. The OAOAST Originals lose but are consoled by the crowd afterwards. Theme of the night apparently, as another pair of Originals would receive the same gesture. Cortez vs. Rodez: Leon busting out a new theme song, at least for his intro. Marked for Mama Said Knock You Out and Call that Bitch Bojangles. It's been awhile since we've read that. Alf vs. TK: Rebel against the name change from Skydome to Rogers Centre! All action with some cool high spots. Pantera got his revenge there at the end. I guess that sets up the angle Alf talked about months ago. Should be interesting. Blonds vs. D*LUX: As short as the match was, it featured high energy (not the tag team) and a great post-match angle. One of a three legit shockers of the night (Krista/Mackie kiss, Jade's turn and the ME). MITB Battle Royal: Jobber intros! But it made Mr. Warrior's entrance all the better. Now I wanna see Warrior and Nerdly battle for the title at next year's Anglepalooza. Rip off Warrior/Slaughter! Anyway, fun match. Glad I got to put somebody over on the way out, and yes, Black T are done. Didn't expect Landon to win (thought Bo would), but it made sense. Or did it? See the ME. PR vs. DDD: There were a lot of people involved, but PR somehow managed to give them all something to do. 20 minutes is probably too long, especially right before the ME, but that's just being nitpicky. Nice touching having the guest ref explain the rules before the match. Unfortunately for DDD, it was the closest he got to the X-Title! Malibu vs. Stone: Wow. Just wow. Lived up to the billing. History made all over the place. Zack's streak broken, Stone going Triple H by retaining the title. Perhaps the most epic AM main event of all-time. No match of the night honors as all of them deserve praise. Excellent job!

Does anyone else think it might be a good idea to push the show back a couple of days, like Friday or even Saturday (5 year anniversary)? I can't be the only one a bit burned out from AM. Then again, post PPV HD's are usually short anyway so it probably doesn't matter. Just tossing it out there. Los Conquistadors vs. Lone Star Gunslingers

The show is posted in GCF. The only match missing is the MITB battle royal, but that'll be edited in once completed. Enjoy the show. It's a good one.

PRODUCED BY OAOAST Entertainment EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu DIRECTED BY Tony149 GRAPHICS BY Papacita CREATED BY CWM Tony149 Anglesault WRITTEN BY Alfdogg Ed Wood Caufield King Cucaracha NYU Patty O'Green Peter Knight Tony149 Zack Malibu © 2007 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved.

TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat in front of his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the monitor...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid's shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! The telecast opens with a video feature to the tune of "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance. Running a little under 5 minutes (it's a 4 hour show, folks), every match on the card is highlighted. The piece concludes with a black and white still photo of Zack Malibu and OAOAST Champion Drek Stone, which is etched in stone, imploding upon completion to reveal... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B O O M ~! LIVE! Rogers Centre Toronto, Ontario, Canada SCHIAVONE The event the entire world has been waiting for is finally here. A night destined to be "Etched in Stone," AngleMania VI! Stationed high above inside a pricey skybox are our hosts for the evening. SCHIAVONE Hi again, fans. Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura. We'll be joined shortly by Michael Cole and The Coach, but what a night it should be, Jess. VENTURA You can feel the electricity in the air, Schiavone. I'm pumped up. The fans are pumped up. And you better believe the wrestlers are pumped up. They know the world is watching. Some will rise to the occasion; others will simply crumble under the bright lights. SCHIAVONE Every OAOAST championship is on the line, including the most talked about title match in OAOAST history, the one we thought we'd never see...Zack Malibu vs. Drek Stone for the World Heavyweight Title. VENTURA To say Zack Malibu is the favorite is a huge understatement. The champ is a man without a country right now. What little friends he had left have turned on him. His enemies have been emboldened, but Drek Stone is a man not afraid to walk this world alone. I predict he'll step up his game and walk out still the heavyweight champion of the world. SCHIAVONE Another much publicized title bout, Chicks Over Dicks defend their tag team championship against the 2007 Anderson Cup winners, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. VENTURA Those guys have it all -- looks, talent, and most importantly, money. I'd bet the house on the Enterprise tonight. Look for them to leave Toronto with both sets of tag belts, the OAOAST and HI-YAH tag team championships. SCHIAVONE We're just about set to go. But before we go to the ring for our opening contest, I'd like to welcome in the men who will call the action, Michael Cole and Jonathan Coachman at Sofa Central. Dressed for the occasion, Cole and The Coach greet the viewing audience with smiles. COLE Thanks a lot, guys. Great to be working with you once again. Coach, AngleMania is finally here. COACH This place is buzzing and we haven't even had our first match yet. We have a little bit of everything tonight, ranging from the Money in the Bank battle royal to a Sin City street fight. And let's not forget Alf vs. Thunderkid in a BARBED WIRE LADDER MATCH!! COLE Also on the card, the big Women's title match and Caboose and Some Guy return to action for the first time in a long time as they face the X-Man, Mr. Boricua and Bone Thug in a handicap match. Are you ready? COACH Hell, yes! COLE Then let's go up to the ring and Michael Buffer!

COLE Both of these men have to be exhausted. The World Champion is growing desperate. The fate of the OAOAST hangs on a thread! Drek reaches up and wipes the blood from his brow, then slowly rolls out of the ring, flopping on the ringside floor! Malibu lay staring at the lights, while Drek pulls himself up with the help of the apron. Stone staggers over to the timekeepers table once again, and this time shoves Michael Buffer right over, stealing the chair that the announcer had been sitting on all night! COACH Get 'em, Buffer! COLE Oh yes, motivate the announcer to go after this chair-weilding asshole. Good plan, Coach! The fans shower Drek with boos as he slides the chair into the ring...but as he enters the ring Hebner grabs the chair off the mat, keeping it away from Stone! Drek shouts at Hebner for interfering with his plan, but Hebner waves him off, and goes to the ropes to dispose of the chair. While he does that, Stone quickly picks up the World Title belt off the canvas, and delivers a running kick to Malibu's nether regions as he gets up, then BLASTS HIM ACROSS THE HEAD WITH THE OAOAST WORLD TITLE~! COLE THAT SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH! COACH Not this way...c'mon man, not this way! Drek falls on top of Malibu, throwing the belt across the mat and out to the floor, as Hebner turns around in time to see only the pinfall taking place! ONE! TWO! THREE... ...NO! ZACK MALIBU GETS A SHOULDER UP! COLE This company started with a beltshot, but this night will not end in a beltshot, because Zack Malibu WILL NOT BE DENIED! Stone slams his hands on the canvas and stands up, now stalking Earl Hebner. Stone tries his best to be intimidating, but Hebner has none of it, shoving him away waving two fingers in his face, telling him "that's all you got!". Disgusted, Stone turns away from Hebner and pulls Malibu off the canvas, hoping to put the final touches on his arch-rival. He gets him in position for another Stonecutter, hoping to cap off the night...but Zack pushes him back into the corner...more specifically the EXPOSED corner, and a jolt of pain surges through Drek's back as he collides with the cold steel! COLE Stone tastes the cold hard steel! Isn't it ironic? COACH Don'tcha think? Stone falls over Malibu's shoulder, and the OAOAST's mainstream superstar heaves Drek off his feet, dropping him on the exposed turnbuckle and crotching him on the top! Stone's jaw falls open, but it's shut immediately by a jumping palm strike that snaps his head back! Stone teeters on the ropes, looking ready to fall at any instant, while Zack climbs up. Standing on the top, Zack hammers on Drek with his right hand, his knuckles covered in the blood of the champion. Having beaten Stone to a bloody pulp, Malibu balances himself, then pulls Stone up on the ropes. As Stone rises, he goes low again, and then shoves Malibu down to the canvas! Zack attempts to land on his feet, but when he does, he falls headfirst into the exposed steel, causing his head to whiplash back! Malibu staggers around in a fog, as Stone pushes up onto his feet and leaps off the top, cradling Malibu's head under his arm and bringing him down on the top of his head, leaping from the top rope right into a modified STONECUTTER that sends Malibu straight into the canvas, his feet sticking straight up in the air! COLE WHAT A STONECUTTER THAT WAS! MALIBU'S HEAD WAS NEARLY SHATTERED LIKE A WATERMELON! Zack flops onto his back, and Stone quickly drags him farther away from the ropes, and covers, pulling far back on Malibu's leg, desperate to make this the final fall. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DING! DING! DING! COLE No...NO NO NO, DAMMIT! "Woke Up This Morning" is a welcome sound to the ears of Drek Stone, although it can barely be heard amidst the crowd reaction, the most negative in company history. COACH I...don't believe it. Stone gets up, and as Hebner comes to offer him the World Title, he rudely snatches it away and shoves the ref aside, choosing to raise his own arms, and the belt high up in the air. COLE Our signature event, a night that celebrates the tradition of this company, and the man who could care less about it is STILL the reigning World Heavyweight Champion! Trash begins to shower the ring, as Stone, as bloodied and bruised as he is, is not above gloating over the fact that he just spit in the face of all his detractors by defeating the company's ultimate hero. Zack Malibu lay down looking at the lights, still feeling the effects of the Stonecutter, as Hebner kneels down and begins to help him up. Stone parades around the ring with the belt, pausing to open his arms and embrace the hatred of the crowd that he feels the same way about. He goes to exit the ring, then stops himself, and turns around. Malibu gets to his feet, hobbling, and stares at Drek Stone. More importantly, he stares at the belt caught in Stone's grasp. Stone offers a smirk, and walks over to Malibu, dangling the belt in front of his face and screaming "It's MINE!" to the Preppy One. Malibu fumes as Stone turns away and exits the ring, parading up the ramp with the belt over his shoulder, and more ammunition to feel his instatiable ego. Drek Stone is victorious at Anglemania. He's walking out of the arena the same way he walked into it...as the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... ...and not even Zack Malibu could do anything about it. FADE OUT.

In the beginning, there was an imaginary beltshot. JR: Good Evening, BAH GAWD, and Welcome to AngleMania! Join us this Thursday night as the OAOAST celebrates its 5th anniversary. HeldDOWN~! The One & Only AngleSault Thread, 5 years of memories and mayhem. We now cut back to the ringside area once more tonight to finally begin the Main Event for AngleMania VI. Michael Buffer is already standing in the ring with the microphone in his hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, our Main Event tonight for AngleMania VI is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! The sold-out crowd of 50,000 rabid and screaming Toronto fans roar excitedly in unison as they are only minutes away from personally seeing one of the most intense showdowns in professional wrestling history. The camera cuts backstage to find Zack Malibu solemnly walking through a nearby hallway fixing his elbowpads in his last few steps before getting close to the entranceway. COLE And there he is. The challenger to the World Heavyweight Title. Zack Malibu hasn't received an AngleMania opportunity like this in three whole years. COACH And when you consider exactly who he's fighting against tonight...Cole, you can just tell that he's going to give this thing absolutely every bit he has. As he strides past a group of stagehands and a few television technicians staring at a nearby monitor, he stops only seconds away from the curtains leading into the wild pandemonium of the Toronto Skydome. Looking directly into the camera, but refusing to say a word, Zack takes a deep breath and rolls his neck along his shoulders as he waits to hear his music begin. Sure enough, as the beginning chords of "Getting Away With Murder" start to blast over the speakers, the fans go absolutely CRAZY with ecstatic cheers! And with that, Zack Malibu pulls aside the curtains and steps out to the top of the ramp to an INSANELY passionate reaction from his adoring fans. COLE Oh my God! Coach, do you hear that?! COACH To be honest Cole, I don't know if I've heard anything louder in my life. My God! As he strolls down to ringside, Zack takes the time to slap a few hands stretched across the guardrail, but he's not all smiles tonight. He's not the fan-interactive, happy-go-lucky, eloquent spokesperson of the OAOAST tonight. He looks angry. He looks intense. And most importantly, he looks ready. As he gets closer to the ring, Michael Buffer gives him his introduction. BUFFER Introducing first is the challenger. Hailing from Providence, Rhode Island and weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds. He is a former OAOAST Heavyweight Champion, former OAOAST 24-7 Champion, former co-holder of the OAOAST Tag Team Titles and a former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion among many other accomplishments. He arrived here tonight by winning the Lethal Rumble at AnglePalooza and is hoping to become the only three-time OAOAST Heavyweight Champion in federation history! Please welcome ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MALLLLLLLLLLLIBUUUUUUUUUUUUU~! With that, Zack rolls into the ring and salutes the crowd with his fist in the air, getting an amazing positive reaction in return! Grinning politely to thank the fans for their warm hospitality, Zack then moves over to one side of the ring and proudly raises his right arm, sending the crowd into near-hysterics. A few select fans in the front row even do the whole "We're not worthy" thing as Zack continues gazing at the massive sea of people before him. COLE And once again, I can not think of any man alive today that can rival the kind of reaction that Zack Malibu is receiving tonight. COACH These people are ready to see him beat Drek Stone tonight. They're ready to see him boost his spotless AngleMania record to 5-0! The only person who's not ready for that...is Drek Stone. As Zack climbs a nearby turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd once more, basking in the blinding luminance of nearly 50,000 camera flashbulbs popping simultaneously, the lights dramatically fade until the arena is shrouded in darkness. The soft percussion drums of the Heavyweight Champion's theme song begins to echo over the loudspeakers. The light strings of the initial guitar solo can also be heard as the song starts to pick up a little tempo only a few seconds in. With that though... BOOM~! ...an impressive and flashy golden rocket shoots to the rafters of the building from the arena floor and explodes magnificently in a sparkling display. Immediately afterwards, a MASSIVE Italian flag unfurls from the catwalk above the entranceway, ending just as it reaches the beginning of the long metal ramp. Looking as though it was tailored for this particular purpose, the Italian flag waves slightly as the lyrics finally begin. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You'd Be The Chosen One Drek Stone then dramatically rises up on a lift through a hole at the top of the entranceway to a RABID chorus of boos! Now proudly standing in front of the Italian flag, Drek turns and stares at the banner with a pleased grin on his face before turning his attention back towards the ring. Dressed in a brand new pair of golden tights with black trim outlining the design, and the name "Drek Stone" displayed on the back of his pants in fancy script writing. Yet instead of strapping the Heavyweight Title around his waist to complete the shiny golden look, the champion simply has his belt draped over his left shoulder as if he can't even bother to give the title a second thought. He just narrows his eyes and stares down the long, long aisleway of the Toronto Skydome at his arch-rival standing in the ring. COACH There is the man, Michael Cole. The man that is looking to finally end Zack Malibu's undefeated AngleMania streak tonight and put himself in the record books in the process. The man that is looking to conquer his past demons and defeat the one guy that has been a thorn in his side for years now. Cole, you are looking at Drek Stone -- the man that is walking into AngleMania VI with the title and will be walking out of this show with that belt as well. COLE I'll give him this, Coach...he looks determined. Very determined. As serious and intense as Zack Malibu looks right now, Drek Stone looks just as passionate. The bad blood you can sense between these two is just amazing! As Drek slowly walks down the aisleway, absorbing the crushing amount of boos surfacing in the building with a slight grin on his face, he stares out at the sold-out crowd and almost seems to be in awe of the position he's in tonight. As he continues his walk though, Michael Buffer starts his introduction, raising his voice to drown out the jeers. BUFFER And now...he hails from the streets of Brooklyn, New York and weighs in tonight at a toned two-hundred and ten pounds. He is a former Italian Champion and a two-time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, he is looking to establish his legacy in the record books once and for all by defeating his most hated rival. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the World Heavyweight Champion....DRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEK STOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! Stone walks down the aisle, a confident smirk on his face as he moves closer and closer towards the one thing he's avoided all these months. Whether the smirk is part of a mind game, or legitimate arrogance, is up for debate. With the World Title slung over his shoulder, Drek continues on down the aisle, all eyes on him, but not more focused than those of Zack Malibu. COLE So much emotion, so much pride at stake here in this contest. We've had a great night so far, and we've had some of the hottest action to date, but this right here friends is the money match! COACH You got that right...that is, if Drek actually gets into the ring. Pausing at the top of the ramp, Stone takes the belt off his shoulder and raises it up in the air, showcasing his trophy possession to the capacity crowd, and more importantly, to his despised rival. Malibu stands firm yet impatient, never taking his eyes off the cocky superstar who has tried to ruin his company and his career. As his music fades, the already evident boos sound louder than ever, as the crowd vocalizes its hatred for the man supposedly representing the OAOAST as champion. COLE There's no doubt who the crowd favorite is tonight, and Drek Stone is not it! COACH Brilliant deduction, Mikey. Stone finally comes up on the apron, pacing across it while eyeing Malibu. Drek then grins and leans over the ropes, dangling the belt in front of Malibu's eyes as if to say "come and get it". Malibu starts to move forward, but as soon as he takes a step, Stone hops off the apron, chuckling as Earl Hebner motions for Zack to take a step back and give Drek some space. "GET IN THE RING!" "GET IN THE RING!" "GET IN THE RING!" Stone turns to the crowd, appalled at the chant. He moves to the timekeepers table and hands the World Title over, but not before planting a kiss on it. COLE What an act. As if that title means anything to him. COACH I hope that was the goodbye kiss, and so do this crowd! Still taunted by chants of "GET IN THE RING!", Stone walks up the steps and onto the apron, entering through the middle ropes...but again, it's a fakeout, as he steps back on the apron and starts complaining to Hebner that he needs to keep Malibu back, despite the fact that Malibu is about five feet away from his opponent. Again, the heat is intense, as the crowd lets Stone have it for his cowardice. COACH I had no idea that Stone was trained by Larry Zbysko. COLE Heh, you know Coach, that was actually a good one. Malibu yells "Come on!" to Drek, but if you think Drek listens, you haven't paid attention to the history between the two workers. Instead, Drek hops down off the apron once again, wagging his finger "no"...and THAT'S IT. Malibu knocks Hebner aside and slides out under the bottom rope after Stone! Trying to catch his rival off-guard, Drek tries for a lariat, but Malibu ducks it, swings around, and nails Drek with one of his own to a MONSTER pop, as the two stars finally make contact! Zack pulls Drek up and braces his head with his left hand, pummelling him twice with rights before taking him by the arm and sending him into the guardrail! The fans roar as Malibu charges in, driving his knee into the gut of the World Champion before taking his right hand and beating Drek senseless, rocking him with shot after shot until Drek slumps to the floor in a seated position! From there, Malibu starts stomping away, taking out his frustrations every time he drives the heel of his boot into Drek's chest. Hebner grabs Zack in a rear waistlock and tries to pry Zack away, but Malibu breaks, turns to see who grabbed him, and pushes the referee away! He turns and brings Drek up to his feet, hooking his arm under Drek's, and then biels him across the ringside area, tossing Stone hard on his back on the floor! Only moments in and the champion has the wind knocked out of him, probably wishing he had never decided to torment the OAOAST's favorite son. COLE Malibu is enraged, and rightfully so after all he's endured. Lucky for him we haven't heard a bell yet, because Hebner had every right in the book to call the match right then and there when Zack put his hands on him! Malibu moves towards Drek, who slowly rolls onto his stomach and tries to rise up. When he does, Zack quickly grabs him by the head and slams him facefirst into the ring apron, then shoves him into the ring. Drek crawls across the canvas as Malibu follows him in, and once both men get between the ropes, Hebner frantically calls for the bell before sliding in under the bottom rope to try and maintain a semblance of order. *DING**DING*DING* COACH Oh it's ON now! Drek gets up, but when he turns around, the only thing he sees is Malibu's fist coming at him, as he's stunned by another right hand. Zack then takes his arm and uses it to propel him into the corner, and follows up with a hard running clothesline! Stone slumps against the turnbuckles, but Malibu holds him up, then gets up on the second rope and opens fire, with the crowd counting along the whole way. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Drek is woozy, but manages not to fall over as he's sent to the opposite corner by Malibu, who follows up by charging in and splattering Stone with a Stinger Splash! Malibu backs away as Drek stumbles out of the corner, and Zack nails him with a drop, dropping him on his back! Stone hits the mat but just as quickly rolls over and pushes up, only to be met with a kneelift from Malibu that keeps him off his game! Zack backs him to the ropes and sends him across, but Drek manages to counter, and sends Malibu in. Zack rebounds, baseball sliding between Drek's legs, coming up behind him and taking Drek down with an STO just as soon as he turns around! The fans roar as Malibu stays atop Drek, rattling him with punches until the World Champion is able to throw him off! Zack gets up and goes right for Drek, but this time the champion takes the high road, rolling out of the ring holding his head, avoiding any more of Malibu's onslaught! COLE Zack Malibu has opened fire in a big way here tonight, showing no mercy for the World Champion! Hebner makes the count, but as he does, Zack attempts to head to the floor to battle Drek. Hebner stops Malibu and backs him up, and when Malibu brushes past him, Hebner pushes Malibu back, telling him the bell has rung and he's not afraid to call for a disqualification. Amidst all that, Drek reluctantly gets up on the apron and slowly enters the ring. When he does, Malibu blows past Hebner and ties up with his foe, looking to gain the edge once again! They jockey for position, and Malibu backs Drek into the corner. Hebner calls for the break, but Zack won't give it. When he does give it, he backs away for not even a second before rocking Drek with a flurry of right hands that don't stop until Hebner drags Zack away! Zack looks at the referee in disbelief, but Earl yells at him about giving a clean break and listening to what he says! Malibu comes face to face with Hebner, but as he listens to the ref, Drek rushes out of the corner and jumps over Hebner's back, jabbing his thumb into Malibu's eye! COACH That son of a... Malibu immediately hunches over, favoring his eye, and Drek goes to town, pounding him across the back with forearm shots before throwing him into the corner! From there, he kicks Malibu in the gut repeatedly, then takes his forearm and presses it against Zack's throat, looking to choke him out! Once again, Heber calls for a break, and has it fall on deaf ears, as Stone continues to try and rob Malibu of his air supply! Finally, Hebner comes between them and pushes Drek away, while Malibu does his best to regain his wind. COLE Earl Hebner is going to have a hell of a time keeping control in this one! Drek comes over and lifts Malibu's head up, then peppers him with a pair of jabs before grabbing him in a front facelock and suplexing him over. Drek gets up and hits the ropes, just as Malibu rolls onto all fours, and the champion delivers a hard soccer kick to his stomach, doubling him over. Drek then plants his foot into Malibu's cheek as the challenger tries getting to his feet, then drags Zack up himself...only for Malibu to quickly take his legs out from under him! Drek collapses to the mat, and Malibu holds his legs in a wishbone split, then stomps him in the soft spot, drawing a loud pop from the crowd while Drek squirms! Hebner warns Zack, but Zack could care less about the infraction, as he brings Drek up and lifts him as if for a back suplex...then crotches him across the top rope! Drek moans in agony as Malibu runs to the corner and leaps to the top, then leaps back with a dropkick that catches Drek on the chin and sends him down to the floor! COACH Zack's intensity here has really thrown Drek's game plan off. COLE I don't see why it would. I've never seen Zack Malibu look so hungry. He's not going to stop tonight until Drek Stone kills him. COACH It's very possible we could see that, Cole. Don't ever underestimate what Drek Stone would do. As Drek sits on the floor and shakes his head to get some of the cobwebs out, Zack silently stares at him from the center of the ring. Once Drek moves up to his knees and starts to stand though, the challenger takes this as his cue to continue the assault. Intent on continuing to inflict pain, Zack runs and bounces himself off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. COACH I don't like where this is going. Now that Drek's up, he turns his head towards the ring to catch Zack Malibu sprinting towards him in the ring. Once he gets close enough, Zack leaps up and OVER the top rope with a suicide plancha!! But Drek, just a little quicker this time, SIDESTEPS OUT OF THE WAY! With that, Zack's momentum sends him just a little too far as he goes CRASHING into the Spanish ringside announcing table! COACH WHAT A MOVE! COLE OH MY GOD! ALEJANDRO ESTRADA LOPEZ HERNANDEZ WHATEVER AY DIOS MIO~! The table immediately shatters upon impact into fragments of wood and plastic as Zack Malibu quickly holds his ribs and starts moaning in pain. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" COLE And for the first time in this match, one of the combatants is in serious trouble! COACH See Cole, sometimes intensity can be the worst thing to have. Zack was a little too intense and now he's paying for it! Earl Hebner quickly rolls out of the ring and runs towards the challenger's side, kneeling down to see if he needs any medical attention. Drek Stone couldn't care less. Refusing to watch Zack Malibu get coddled again, Drek places his hand over the referee's face and shoves him right down to the floor without wasting a second of time. COLE That's disgusting! What the hell is wrong with him?! COACH What...he's supposed to sit by and watch Earl Hebner give Zack Malibu some time to recover? To hell with that. This is the Main Event of AngleMania VI, Cole. This isn't the first round of the little league baseball playoffs. Drek comes over to the wreckage, kicking table shrapnel aside, as Malibu lay prone on the floor. Pulling Malibu up from the remnants of the Spanish announce table, the World Champion takes the limp form of his challenger and lifts him up, dropping him forward across the metal barricade! COLE Zack crashed through that table, and now Drek adds to his agony by smashing his ribs down onto that guardrail! Front row fans get on their feet in protest, shouting obscenities and making gestures at Stone, while their hero slumps over and falls back on the floor. Stone smirks at the crowd, and knocks on fan's beer smack out of his hand, then points his finger in another's face, telling the startled woman to "take you fat ass back to your seat!" Drek then plants his foot across Malibu's throat, stepping down and again looking to cut off his oxygen intake! Feeling that Malibu is sufficiently weakened, Drek brings him up to his feet, grabbing him by the back of the head and the waist of his tights, and shoves him forward into the ring apron, again bruising his injured ribs! Malibu falls to one knee, but Drek comes over and shoves him up under the bottom rope, then turns to the crowd and flips them off before turning his attention back to the ring. COACH Crowd interaction at its finest. Malibu rolls onto his back, and Drek is quick to follow with a slingshot elbowdrop on his enemy. Stone stays on top of Zack, going for the first cover of the contest, as Earl Hebner slips back in for it. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! The fans roar, but Drek doesn't seem put off, almost as if he knew that wouldn't be enough. He runs the ropes and comes back with an elbow, falling forward as he drives the point of his elbow into Zack's throat. Drek then follows with a kneedrop, spiking Malibu right in the temple, and goes again for the cover, cradling Malibu's leg during the count. ONE! TW-NO! COLE A pair of near falls there, and Stone seems to be working on making sure that Malibu doesn't recover from his crash landing moments ago. Stone drags Malibu to his feet again, rocking him with a European uppercut that sends him back against the ropes. Malibu's kept upright by the ropes, and Drek pulls him forward, leveling him with a short-arm clothesline that puts him down again! Malibu's not down for long though, as Stone reaches down and pulls Zack up, asking the crowd "Is THIS your hero!?" as he takes his knee and rams it into the side of Zack's head! Stone watches Malibu drop to all fours, and goes and pulls him up, spins him around, and takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TW-NO! The crowd comes alive, as Malibu fights up, holding onto Drek's waist as they rise! Malibu turns both he and Drek so that Drek rests in a standing headscissors, but before Malibu can follow up, Drek pushes him back, into the corner! From there Drek works Zack over with shoulderblocks, again focusing on the ribs! Malibu doubles over as Drek connects with a series of shoulderblocks, then sends Zack across the ring...or NOT, as Malibu reverses the whip and sends Drek crashing into the opposing corner! Stone collides, and is momentarily stunned, and that's all Zack needs as he races into the corner and throws a leg up, drilling Drek across the face with a running boot! Drek falls on his ass, seated against the corner, as Malibu starts hammering on the top of his head with punches! Zack backs away, giving Drek some space...but it's not to be gracious, as Malibu was simply getting a running start, as he rams his knee into Drek's face! Zack leads Drek to his feet, then pops him with a headbutt before running the ropes and nailing him with a spinning wheel kick! COLE Malibu's on the comeback trail, but his body is feeling a lot more hurt than maybe he expected. COACH Crashin' through the Spanish announce table will do that to ya. Those poor guys can't catch a break! Zack again pulls Drek up, and this time starts biting him, right above his eye! Drek waves his arms, pleading for Hebner to break it up, and the longtime official immediately jumps on the case, prying Malibu away from Stone. Blood drips from Stone's eyebrow, as Malibu succeeded in opening a wound, tearing Stone's flesh with his own teeth. As Stone wipes the blood from his eye Malibu measures him up, then charges forward, spearing him out of his boots and taking him down! Malibu struggles with Drek, but then mounts his shoulders, smashing him with elbows to further open up the wound! COLE The feud with Bruce Blank rapidly developed Zack's brawling, anything goes nature, and what better victim for him than a man that he may hate even more than Bruce himself! Drek panics, throwing Zack off of him, but as the two men get to their feet, Zack rocks him with a straight jab right over the eye, then keeps up the flurry, using three more jabs to put Drek on spaghetti legs! As he hobbles, Malibu comes over and starts biting the wound again before Hebner breaks it up, and when he does, Zack rocks Drek with a hard open hand across his cheek! He then takes him by the head over to the corner and begins ramming his head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly before taking him by the head and running him across the ring, dropping him with a bulldog! Zack rolls him onto his back and covers, looking to put to an end once and for all the tainted reign of Drek Stone! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Malibu brings Drek up after the failed pin attempt, trapping his arms in a butterfly lock. Zack uses his knees, driving them into the chest of Drek as he's trapped by the Preppy One, before carrying him over with a butterfly suplex! With Drek down and out, Malibu ducks out of the ring and onto the apron, moving towards the turnbuckles as fans come to their feet to get a view of what's happening next. COLE Malibu's heading to the top here... Zack climbs up, and with flashbulbs going off in the background, leaps from the top, allowing gravity to pull him down from the air and towards Drek Stone, as he delivers a flying elbow drop to the chest cavity of the World Heavyweight Champion! COACH He spiked him on that one! Zack quickly grabs the leg, and Hebner makes another count, as the fans count along. ONE! TWO! NO! COLE Another narrow escape by the champion! Zack rolls off his opponent's chest and pops back up to his feet as the massive Toronto crowd rewards him with a frenzy of cheers. With a passing grin, Zack acknowledges their fervor for a moment before turning his attention back to the Heavyweight Champion. Seeing Drek slowly start to stir on the mat, Zack moves over to a nearby corner and crouches down, almost shaking in a mixture of anger and excitement. COLE This could be it, Coach. I think Zack may be ready to finish this one. COACH If he thinks he's going to hit School's Out at this point, he's out of his mind. COLE I'll tell you one thing. With the shape Drek Stone is in, if Zack hits School's Out, that title reign will be over three seconds later. Yelling for his opponent to get up, Zack readies his right leg for the superkick as the 50,000+ fans unanimously roar in approval of the challenger. Meanwhile, the Italian Stallion uses the top rope to pick himself back up to a standing position. Once he finally gets on his feet, Zack comes charging forward with his signature kick! And the Toronto crowd SCREAMS in unison... ...as Drek falls to the mat and slides underneath the bottom rope at the last second! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COACH What a save! He got out of there in the nick of time! COLE And this sold out AngleMania crowd isn't too happy about it, I can tell you that! Kneeling on the outside of the ring now, Drek quickly wipes the blood out of his eyes as he takes this moment to catch a few deep breaths. But much like the champion wouldn't give his challenger time to recuperate earlier, Zack is smart enough and vengeful enough to realize he should return the favor. Sliding out of the ring and dashing towards his opponent, Zack is too preoccupied to realize Drek has a Plan B. But he should know Drek Stone always a Plan B. As Zack comes charging forward, Drek quickly falls and drops Zack Malibu with a drop-toe hold... *BOOM!* ...driving the Preppy One's head directly into the edge of the steel steps! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH THAT is exactly what Drek Stone needs to do in this match! Keep a level head and let Zack make all the mistakes! Trying his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his temples now, Zack struggles against the ring steps to pick himself back up as quickly as possible. Meanwhile though, it's Drek Stone now who is doing the stalking. As his challenger does his best to get back up once again, Drek angrily curses at him through gritted teeth. DREK Get up, you slimy son-of-a-bitch! Zack finally gets back up and dizzily spins around to face the champion again. DREK Good. And with that, Drek Stone charges forward -- and SLAMS Zack Malibu into the steel steps with a massive running spear! The top level of the steps goes barreling into the ringside barricade as Zack hits his head HARD against the arena floor! The Toronto Skydome breaks out in a rabid fit of boos as Drek lands on his knees and stares down at his arch-rival with a sadistic grin. COLE One of these guys are going to wind up killing the other one tonight! COACH If that's what it takes for the Heavyweight Title, then so be it! COLE That's never been what this rivalry has been about. It's about so much more and that can be seen in just how violent these two men will get! As Zack painfully rubs the back of his head, Drek can hear Earl Hebner screaming "SEVEN!" as he gets high up in the ring count. Not wanting in the least to retain his title by a double countout, Drek grabs Zack by the head and yanks him back up to a standing position. He then rolls him back into the ring and hops onto the ring apron. Instead of going into the ring though, Drek starts scaling his way up the turnbuckle. With Zack Malibu looking down and out, Drek Stone sees this as his chance to finally close it out. But he doesn’t want to finish this thing the normal way, no. This is AngleMania VI. In front of a capacity crowd at the Toronto Skydome. And Drek Stone is going to end this match in as spectacular a fashion as he can think of. This is his motivation for ignoring the pin and instead deciding to climb up. COLE Sometimes you can just tell when something looks to be a mistake. This may be one of those times. COACH I don’t know, Cole. He’s played it pretty smart so far. He probably has a plan here. As Drek Stone ascends to the top turnbuckle, he can see that victory is only moments away. As he moves to the top rope and steadies his body, he can see that he’s so close to ending this feud against his arch-rival and moving on with his life. Drek Stone can see it all. The only thing he can’t see is Zack Malibu picking himself up and sprinting towards the corner! With that, Zack hops onto the second rope and LEAPS into the air – SMACKING Drek Stone across the jaw with a major superkick! “YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE I DON’T believe I just saw that! COACH A running School’s Out in mid-air! You have GOT to be kidding me! The crowd explodes as Zack Malibu snaps the Heavyweight Champion’s head back with his leaping School’s Out! As Zack falls back to the mat, Drek sits on the top turnbuckle for a second, looking completely dazed and out of it. He tries to compose himself but to no avail. The Toronto Skydome breaks out into a DEAFENING cheer as Drek Stone falls back over the top turnbuckle and lands directly onto the arena floor! COACH OH GOD! What a fall! COLE We may have just seen the turning point in this match! “LET’S GO ZACK!” “LET’S GO ZACK!” “LET’S GO ZACK!” The Canadian crowd is looking almost rejuvenated after seeing Drek Stone take such a big hit. As Zack Malibu holds the back of his head and rolls onto his side, Earl Hebner begins counting the champion out. ONE! TWO! COLE Folks, as if that School’s Out wasn’t enough, Drek Stone took a fall that must be about fifty or sixty feet in the air! COACH ….why stop at sixty? Why not just say a hundred feet? COLE You’re right! That may have very well been a hundred feet! Amazing! Malibu rests on his knees, using the time that it's taking Drek to get up from the fall to recover. Slowly, Zack allows himself to stand, and then walks over to the ropes, surveying Drek's condition. The champion is groggy, but manages to push himself up by the count of six...and that's when Malibu moves into action once again, launching himself over the ropes with a pescado to wipe him out! COLE Malibu goes airborne, and once again both men are laid out on the arena floor! Malibu is quicker to get up than Stone is, and he leads the champion to his feet, throwing him back into the ring. Zack hops up on the apron and thinks for a moment, and rather than enter the ring, he moves towards the corner and climbs the ropes again...but Stone gets up and rushes the corner, grabbing Malibu and slamming him off the top! Drek falls into the corner as Malibu hits the mat, and now the champion takes a moment to catch his breath. When Zack starts to get up, Drek bolts out of the corner with a running lariat, but Malibu throws both of his elbows up in front of him, deflecting the blow! Drek staggers back, and Zack quickly snaps him up across his shoulders and hits him with the ANGLE SLAM~!...OR NOT, as Drek falls down behind him on his feet, and quickly uses AN ANGLE SLAM OF HIS OWN, but Malibu slips out at the last second...TRENDSETTER ON DREK STONE DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS~! COVER~! ONE! TWO! T-NO! KICKOUT BY THE WORLD CHAMPION! COACH Damn, that was some A-game b'ness if I ever saw it! COLE Ye...yes Coach, yes it was! Amazing sequence of reversals there, culminating in Drek Stone getting his head dropped into the canvas, and rightfully so! Zack gets up and brings Drek up with him, stunning him with an inverted atomic drop that doubles him over, then hits the ropes. As Zack comes off, his feet come off the canvas, and the point of his knee is headed for the side of Drek's head...but at the last second the native of Italy moves his head out of the way, and Malibu whiffs on the Zack Attack attempt. When he turns around, Drek nails him with a boot to the gut, then grabs him in a front facelock, and signals for the STONECUTTER...but Malibu pushes him back, then fires off a SCHOOL'S OUT SUPERKICK, CRACKING DREK STONE SQUARE IN THE CHIN~! The crowd jumps up as Drek goes down, and Malibu dives right on top of him, looking to close the book on their heated rivalry once and for all. ONE! TWO! THREENO! NO! DREK STONE ROLLS A SHOULDER! DREK STONE KICKS OUT OF SCHOOL'S OUT! COLE I DON'T believe it! COACH He's still in it, Mikey Cole! Drek Stone just survived Zack Malibu's patented move! The crowd lets out a collective groan, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment, as Zack looks at Earl Hebner incredulously. COLE Now that's gotta throw Zack off his game plan a little! We've seen people survive School's Out before, but on this big of a stage, with as much hatred as these two have for each other, Zack Malibu's disappointment can not let him grow desperate! Zack pulls Drek up, who is near lifeless, and has no choice but to allow Zack to drag him along. Zack pulls him up and takes him by the head, running him into the top turnbuckle, and then watches as Drek falls back! With Drek down, Malibu again ascends the ropes, reaching the top turnbuckle and wasting no time in soaring through the air with a flying legdrop, crashing down on the World Heavyweight Champion. COLE THIS IS IT! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEENO! NO! DREK STONE KICKS OUT AGAIN! COACH Damn! COLE Someone may have beaten you to that trademark nowadays, Coach. Malibu gets up, pounding the canvas in disgust. He again pulls Drek up, holding him by the head to help him stand, as again, he slaps the taste out of his mouth, telling him to his face "you're not a champion!". In response, Drek spits in Malibu's face, then offers a sly grin through his crimson mask...THAT MALIBU KNOCKS OFF HIS FACE WITH SCHOOL'S...NO! DREK MOVES OUT OF THE WAY, AND EARL HEBNER EATS THE SUPERKICK! COACH DAMN! COLE THE OFFICIAL IS DOWN! As Drek falls to his knees, he hits Malibu with a low blow out of desperation, then cradles him with a schoolboy HOLDING THE TIGHTS...but the infractions mean nothing, certainly not victory, as the referee is down! After waiting several extra seconds and not hearing anything, Drek lets go of the pin and goes over to Earl, trying to wake him up, saying "I've got Malibu beat!" Earl's not having it, but down the ramp rushes referee Nick Patrick! Before he gets there, Drek pulls Malibu up, dropping him on the crown of his head with a STONECUTTER, and covers the challenger just as Patrick is through the ropes! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! NO! A roar of excitement comes through the crowd, as Patrick raises up two fingers, signifying that Malibu escaped defeat. Drek slams his hands on the canvas, gets up, and corners Patrick, asking where he was just a little sooner! Patrick pleads his case, warning Drek that he's got to worry about Zack and not the referees at this point. Drek realizes that he makes a good point and goes back for Malibu, dragging him to his feet...but Malibu knocks his hands away, and starts staggering Drek with right hands, backing him up, backing him up...and then getting cut off, as Drek drives a knee into his ribs! Once again, Drek traps him in a front facelock...but before he can execute another Stonecutter, Malibu swings his body around and takes Drek over his shoulders, dropping him on the back of his head with an ANGLE SLAM~! COLE THE ANGLE SLAM~! ANGLESAULT'S FINISHER, MALIBU'S TRIBUTE TO THIS COMPANY, IS GOING TO WIN HIM THE WORLD TITLE FOR THE THIRD TIME RIGHT HERE! Zack, winded at this point, stay laid across Drek's chest, as Patrick starts to count! ONE! TWO! THR...WAIT, DREK CRADLES ZACK'S ARMS, AND ROLLS HIM INTO A CRUCIFIX FOR A PIN! ONE! TWO! NO! COACH This is BIG, Mikey Cole! This is as big as it gets! COLE ...wasn't that the name of a movie you had at your house once? COACH ... Both spent, Drek and Zack get to their feet, with Drek striking first with a right hand! Malibu responds, and now the two trade hard shots until Drek stops Zack by jabbing his thumb into his eye! Malibu hunches over, and Drek hits the ropes, coming off with a swinging neckbreaker to once again take control of his rival! Drek rolls to his feet and starts stomping on Malibu, driving his boot into various points on Malibu's body before bringing Zack up and sending him to the corner...RIGHT INTO NICK PATRICK...NO! Malibu manages to stop short somehow, just before he crushes Patrick against the ropes...but when Malibu moves, he dodges a running lariat from Stone that nails Patrick and mashes him against the turnbuckles! COLE There goes another one! Stone steps back, surveying the damage...but he backs right into Malibu, who carries him over with one german suplex before rolling to his feet, and then taking him over with another one! COACH Rolling suplexes by Malibu! Up to their feet again, and a third German follows. Zack rolls through AGAIN, as Drek grows wearier and wearier, and when they get to their feet, this time Zack rocks him with the Angle Slam, bringing him down on the back of his head yet again! Zack covers, but nothing happens for a few moments, until a groggy Hebner comes to! ONE! TWO! T-SHOULDER UP! COLE Once again, by the skin of his teeth, Drek Stone escapes defeat! Hebner gets up and sees Nick Patrick down and out, and with the pin attempt over with, he goes to the referee's aid, checking on his well-being. Malibu gets up and looks at Stone, who is completely winded, and he goes over to Hebner and checks with him on what's going on, telling him to pay attention to the match and worry about Patrick later! COLE Malibu can't get distracted now, but by the same token, neither can Earl Hebner. This is a World Title Match, the biggest our company has ever seen! Zack turns around and goes back for Drek, who is crawling on all fours, looking for the ropes or the corner, some type of support to bring him to his feet. Zack goes and brings him up the hard way, but Drek stuns him with a jawbreaker, and Malibu falls back from the simple-yet-effective move. Drek stumbles back to the corner, and with Hebner paying no attention and Malibu hurting, he turns around and starts fiddling with the turnbuckle pad! COLE What's he doing!? COACH He's takin' the turnbuckle pad off, Mikey! That's cold hard steel right there! Drek takes the pad off and throws it on the floor, then goes back to Malibu. A pair of chops stun the prep as he comes to his feet, and Drek then takes him by the arm and sends him to the corner...but Zack uses the momentum to his advantage, jumping up to the middle rope and then jumping backwards, twisting into a bodypress that takes Drek out...BUT DREK ROLLS THROUGH IT AND COVERS ZACK! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! "DAMMIT!" shouts Drek, as Malibu again WILL NOT DIE! The most resilient superstar the OAOAST has ever seen is led to his feet again, and struck with a European uppercut! Zack staggers, but then fires off one of his own, knocking Drek back a few steps as well! Zack has him against the ropes and Irish whips him, but Drek switches gears and pulls Malibu towards him, rolling him up in a small package! ONE! TWO! T-NO! MALIBU ROLLS THROUGH...INTO A POP DROP~!...NO! Drek pushes Malibu into the ropes, and as Zack rebounds DREK STONE CONNECTS WITH A SCHOOL'S OUT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE That's Zack's own move! Drek Stone, the blood enemy of Zack Malibu, just used School's Out on him! Now laughing, and visibly pleased with himself, Drek looks down at Zack and drags him away from the ropes. There will be no rope breaks on this pin attempt, oh no. Drek Stone is going to get the last laugh on Zack Malibu by beating him with his own manuever! In the center of the ring, Drek covers, and Earl Hebner slides in for the count! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! NO! NO! NO! ZACK MALIBU KICKS OUT OF THE PIN! COACH God DAMN, these guys just won't stop! COLE We've seen it before, Coach. We saw it through the years, and we saw it intensify this past year during the war with Bruce Blank. Zack Malibu can absorb SO MUCH, he will fight until there is not a breath left in him, and Drek Stone is growing more desperate by the minute! Stone can't believe it, and immeditaely he heads out of the ring and over to Michael Buffer. Stone swipes the World Title from him, pushing the respected ring announcer over in his chair in the process! Drek slides back into the ring, clutching the belt...but Hebner runs over and cuts Drek off, telling him to drop the belt! Drek mouths off at the official, looming over him in intimidating fashion, threatening him with the belt as well. In a daring move, knowing that he's got full power over this contest, Earl points to his chin and dares Drek to take a shot, to a loud pop from Canada's fans! COLE Earl, don't dare him! You can't trust that man! Drek laughs, but Hebner is brave in the face of danger, which turns that smile into a scowl, as Drek feels taunted by the ref! Backing up, Drek clutches the belt as if he's ready to strike...BUT THEN HAS HIS LEG GRABBED OUT FROM UNDER HIM BY MALIBU! ANKLE LOCK! COLE THE ANKLE LOCK! ANOTHER MOVE PASSED ON TO MALIBU BY ANGLESAULT! The crowd roars as Drek flops around, unable to free himself from Malibu's vice grip! Finally, Drek is able to roll onto his back, kicking Malibu off in the process! Drek rolls to his feet and grabs the belt, and as Zack comes forward so does Drek with a BELTSHOT~!...but Malibu ducks it! Drek turns around, but drops the belt so that he can block another School's Out attempt, and after that both men charge the other, wiping each other out with a double clothesline!

A quick update in case you're waiting for the show to be posted Monday night. It's looking more and more like the show will be delayed another day due to circumstances not yet know regarding our main event, although I suspect it has something to do with exceeding the word count (which I think the board has, but I'm not certain as I've never had to deal with such a problem). On the bright side, the delay probably allows for the show to go up completed. Though an inconvenience, the show is well worth the delay. I'll go as far as to say it's the best AM ever. PR, your request has been granted.