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"Heart-Shaped Box" blasts over the speakers and the crowd goes wild. The Heavenly Rockers expressionless as they walk alone for the first time in a long time without their manager Holly-Wood. The assigned official for the upcoming match, Nick Patrick, greets Synth and Logan on the way in for some last minute instructions but it's like talking to a wall. COLE You don't think the Heavenly Rockers are prepared for battle? Just look at them. They are in the zone, ladies and gentlemen. COACH They have the outside world blocked out right now, but believe me, they're gonna feel some real pain once the match begins. They're gonna regret their decision to return for another go-around. COLE I seriously doubt that. Synth and Logan came back for 3 reasons: pride, revenge and the tag team championship. Those belts mean more to them than probably any other team who have held the gold before them. It represents hard work and determination. Rulebreaking gets you nowhere. The Heavenly Rockers learned that the hard way. COACH As the old saying goes, "nice guys finish last." And the last time these two teams met, the Heavenly Rockers finished last. The cheers turn to jeers as Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" kicks in. Surprisingly, the Bruisers bypass their usual entrance routine and head straight to the ring. COLE The champions understand the importance of this match. A loss tonight and they become nothing more than a foot note in history. COACH In both teams minds, the ultimate embarrassment is losing to the other. The Sooner Bruisers would rather lose the titles to a couple scrubs than the Heavenly Rockers. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER LLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, November Reign continues with a battle for the heavyweight tag-team championship of the world! When the bell rings your referee in-charge of the action, Nick Patrick. Introducing first, the challengers...from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada...total combine weight 450 pounds, the greatest rock n wrestling band of all-time and former professional wrestling tag team champions of the world...THE HEAVENLY RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOCKERS! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" So focused are the challengers, they don't recognize the support of the crowd. Synth and Logan simply remove their jackets and hurl them over the top rope. Their eyes locked in on the Sooner Bruisers. BUFFER And their opponents...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, 525 pounds, the reigning and defending tag team champions of the woooooorld...the Man of Tomorrow and the Psycho Gremlin...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Big Frank and Uber turn their back on the Heavenly Rockers to pose for the hard camera, flexing and howling like only they can. But their opponents are itching to start the match, having waited months to get another shot at the men who put them on the shelf. No longer able to keep their emotions in check, Synth and Logan pounce on the Bruisers! Logan sends Frank crashing into the corner with a running knee to the back, while Synth dropkicks Uber to the outside. The Heavenly Rockers want Big Frank to themselves. The crowd roars as Synth and Logan beat the leftover stuffing out of the Man of Tomorrow! COACH Don't just stand there. Get in there and do something, ref. Nick Patrick finally gets the Heavenly Rockers to ease up on Frank. Synth asking the longtime official for an escort to the corner, which Logan uses as a diversion to give Big Frank a...BELTSHOT~! COLE The Man of Tomorrow just got popped! And apparently--no, has been lacerated! COACH What a horrible job of officiating by Nick Patrick. I can't believe he feel for that. And don't even get me started on that belt shot. Should the Sooner Bruisers lose the match and the titles I sure hope the Heavenly Rockers send Nick Patrick a Christmas card this year, because he gave them a gift. * DING DING DING * The bell officially sounds, but the fight started long ago. Blood flowing out the open wound on his forehead, Frank then experiences the indignity of having his driven face-first into the mat again and again. Adding insult to injury, Logan viciously grinds the Man of Tomorrow's face into the canvas, leaving a splotch of blood behind. Uber slides back in and after Logan, but he's met by Synth and the two trade blows while Logan CHOKES Frank with the tape removed from his wrist! Uber catches Synth with a kick to the gut and tosses him outside, immediately targeting Logan afterwards. Sent off to the ropes, Mann avoids a Soonerline and slides through Uber's legs on the rebound, nailing him with an inverted atomic drop, then clothesline off the ropes. Like a human ping pong ball, Logan bounces from Big Frank and Uber, decking them both with running axehandles and bionic elbows. The Synthmeister gets back in on the act, soaring through the air, leveling the Bruisers with a flying crossbody. Synth kicks Uber out of the ring and exits, leaving Logan all alone with Big Frank. Logan mounts on top of the Man of Tomorrow, recklessly hammering away, so filled with hatred he tries to GOUGE his foes eyes! Screaming like a girl but taking it like a man, Big Frank reaches up and goozlos Mann by the throat! COLE There's something you don't see everyday. A simultaneous eye gouge and choke! Rage in his eyes, beads of sweet dripping off his forehead and onto Frank's crimson mask, Logan fights fire with fire, going to a chokehold as well. Big Frank responds by SPITTING in Mann's face, giving him the opening he needs to sock it to him, baby. In what's turned into a one on one no holds barred fight, Frank looks to smash Mann into the turnbuckle...but Logan gets the boot up and rams the Man of Tomorrow into the buckle instead. Sharpe jabs leave Frank jelly-legged. He's brought out of the corner and fired into the ropes for a back elbow straight to the heart. Another turnbuckle smash rattles the mind and body of Big Frank Bruiser. Logan traps Frank in the corner and, standing on the middle rope, slams his fist into the face! But Frank is able to get his hands through Logan's legs and drops him face-first into the turnbuckle in a modified version of snake eyes. Noticably laboring, Frank rules against tagging out so he can punish his arch rival some more. Forearm smash after forearm smash to the back of the neck, which causes an apparent chain reaction as Logan kicks his leg back and crowns Big Frank's family jewels, so to speak. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" COLE They may be calling him Lil' Frank after tonight. COACH I'd like to see you run that joke by Big Frank. Something tells me I'd be introduced as the new voice of the OAOAST the day after you'd told him. Big Frank crawls on all fours to his corner and tags Uber. With Logan still slumped in the corner, the Psycho Gremlin charges in and delivers a ring rattling avalanche splash. Uber then hooks Logan for a back suplex...but Mann floats over and rolls him up! ONE... TWO... NO! Uber kicks Logan forward, prompting a blind tag from the Heavenly Rockers. Logan hops over Uber and then leapfrogs him on the rebound, joining Synth on the other side and the two hit their patented DOUBLE SYNCHRONIZED DROPKICK...that barely even fazes the Gremlin, who absords the impact and wipes out both rockers with a singular double Soonerline! UBER Ow, ow, ow, ow...owwwwwww! COLE You'll never confuse that howl with the sound of music, I tell you that. Synth is whipped into the ropes, but Uber sets too soon and is spiked into the canvas with a double-arm DDT...which is no sold! The Psycho Gremlin pops up and hammers Synth, who returns in kind. Then both men unload on each other. Synth holding his own against his much larger opponent. Kick to the gut stuns the Synthmeister, who takes another trip to the ropes...but again hands Uber a surprise, taking him over in a swinging neckbreaker! Synth dropkicks Big Frank off the apron and leaps to the second rope, dropping the elbow down onto Uber's sternum! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Synth looks to isolate Uber in the Heavenly Rockers side of the ring, but the Psycho Gremlin shoots him off to the ropes and bulldozes him to the mat with a shoulder tackle. The Synthmeister stays down as Uber comes off the near side and goes over the top. Criss-Cross ensues. Both men's thunderous footsteps reverberating throughout the arena. Synth outsmarts Uber by changing directions, taking him off his feet with a flying crossbody! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Synth ascends to the top and drills Uber with a flying dropkick! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Synth then makes the mistake of trying to Irish whip Uber, who reverses, causing Synth to tumble over the top to the arena floor after Big Frank pulls down the rope. With Uber distracting the referee, Frank smashes Synth straight back into the guardrail and edge of the apron, then slams him on the floor! COACH Before you go on a rant, Mikey, let's remember what the Heavenly Rockers did to Big Frank earlier. Turnabout is fair play. COLE For once in your life, you're right. I'd be a hypocrite to complain about the Sooner Bruisers methods. An exchanged is made by the champions, and Frank suplexes Synth back inside. But the Man of Tomorrow has no intention of going for a pin, rolling Synth onto his side to grind the knee into the ribs. Frank then deathlocks the legs and yanks back on Synth's head in a crotching bow and arrow-type maneuver. The Synthmeister in tremendous pain, letting out a blood curling scream...but refuses to surrender. "ROCK N ROLL!" "ROCK N ROLL!" "ROCK N ROLL!" Synth pumps his fist to the beat, only to be scoop him up in a pumphandle and dropped onto Big Frank's knee! Frank scoops Synth up again and executes a series of rib breakers before tagging his brother. Frank flips Synth onto his stomach and holds him down as the Psycho Gremlin connects with a HEADBUTT TO RIBS!! COACH The Bruisers opening up the playbook tonight. COLE Who'd have thought you'd see a flying headbutt performed by Uber? Incredible. ONE... TWO... THRE-- KICKOUT! Synth just gets the shoulder up. With ease, Uber presses Synth overhead and slams him to the mat, then whips him into the ropes and wraps him up in a bearhug! Logan shouts encouragement from the Heavenly Rockers corner, drawing a sinister cackle from the Psycho Gremlin. Synth slowly begins to go out of it, his eyes becoming heavy and his arms weak. Nick Patrick raises Synth's arm three times to check how much life is left in the Synthmeister, and on the third dropping Synth raises that arm high and twirls the FINGER OF DEATH~! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE Oh, yeah. There's still fight left in him. Punches have zero effect on Uber, but BITING HIM IN THE NOSE does! Synth escapes the bearhug but not the clutches of the Psycho Gremlin, who grabs Synth from behind. The Synthmeister fires a round of elbows to the temple to break loose, spins and throws a kick...but Uber catches the leg. Caught in no man's land, Synth aims high and drills Uber upside the head with an enzurigi, then quickly rolls him up in a small package! ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!!! COLE I, along with thousands of fans jammed inside General Motors Place, thought we had new tag team champions. Synth inches away from regaining the World tag team titles for the Heavenly Rockers. COACH I didn't think the Sooner Bruisers titles were in any danger. Uber obviously slipped on a wet spot in the ring and got tangled up with Synth. No biggie. COLE Wow! Just when I thought you couldn't think of any more lame excuses you come up with that gem. You're truly in a league of your own, Coach. Uber ends any thought Synth may have of making a tag by grabbing ahold of his foot, dragging the Synthmeister to the Sooner Bruisers corner where the champions proceed to stomp the ribs. After a stern warning from the referee, the Bruisers properly execute a tag. Big Frank plants Synth square in the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Double underhook backbreaker leaves the Synthmeister in excruciating pain. The Man of Tomorrow continues to focus on the ribs, dropping a series of elbows before placing Synth in the LAY-Z-BOY! COACH Is Synth in trouble. I guarantee you he won't be able to get out of this. COLE Never say never. Men have found ways to escape the camel clutch before, you just have to be mentally tough. Logan rallies the crowd behind Synth, who appears on the verge of passing out...but the roar of the crowd gets the adreanline flowing and Synth makes it up on all fours, only to have Frank leap up and crash all his weight onto the ribs! Moments after re-applying the Lay-Z-Boy, Frank is faced with another attempt to break the hold, so he goes back to the air...only to crotch himself on Synth's shins this time! COLE If they weren't little before, they're little now. COACH I give credit where credit's do. Synth had that move well scouted. Big Frank went to the well one too many times. Uber smartly steps in to keep Synth isolated in the Bruiser corner, shoving Logan off the apron in the process. Steaming mad, Logan tries to get him some of Uber, but referee Nick Patrick is there to restrain him, allowing the champions to make an illegal switch. Of course Uber claps him hands behind the ref's back to give the impression a tag was made. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd isn't happy and neither is the referee at first, but the Sooner Bruisers manage to convince him there was a tag, citing the self-tag by Uber. COLE Oh, come now. There is absolutely no way that tag should be allowed. The rulebook clearly states a referee must see the tag to allow it. Now [i]that's[/i] bad officiating, Coach. COACH Whether the ref saw it or not, the Bruisers would've easily made the tag anyway. No harm, no foul. Uber brings Synth to his feet and scoops...No, Synth floats over and hits a desperation bulldog! Luckily for the champs, Uber went straight down, preventing any pin attempt, but it opens the door for a Heavenly Rockers tag. Big Frank puts a stop to that, stepping in and slapping the taste out of Logan's mouth, suckering him inside. Logan gives the referee a handful, exactly what the Bruisers hoped for as Frank grabs one of the tag title belts from the timekeeper's table. Uber shakes off the cobwebs and holds Synth up for his brother, Logan Mann going ballistic in the background. * BOOM * "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" Synth ducks and Frank blasts Uber with the belt, busting him open! Both brothers now lacerated. Shell-shocked, Frank has no time to block the Heavenly Rockers tag! Logan comes in and overwhelms the Man of Tomorrow with a barrage of closed fists and kicks. Irish whip to the far corner, and Mann charges in, driving the back of the elbow into the chiseled physique of Big Frank. He then takes him by the back of the head and sprints to the other side of the ring, hurdling over the ropes to snap Frank's neck off the top cable! Logan climbs back onto the apron and ascends to the heavens, spreading his arms out like an eagle to balance himself...TOP ROPE KNEEDROP! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Bleeding profusely, Uber makes the save. The Psycho Gremlin gets in a couple of blows on Logan as Nick Patrick gives him an earful. The two argue until Synth comes flying into the picture and tackles him to the ground and out to the floor. Unfortunately, the referee is caught in the crossfire and he too goes out with them. As one fight rages on outside, another continues in the ring. Logan shoves Big Frank against the turnbuckles and SINKS HIS TEETH into the open cut of Frank's! With Mann positioned on the middle rope, Frank lands a LOW BLOW and then a Soonerline. Seemingly in control, Big Frank shoots Logan into the ropes and takes him around the world in a TILT-A-WHIRL...THAT'S COUNTERED INTO A DDT! COLE My God, he hit it! Percussion DDT. We should have new champions, but the referee is down. The referee is down, damnit! Having smacked the floor hard, Nick Patrick remains shaken up. Meanwhile, Synth is handing Uber his ass, hammering him against the steel steps. An ominous sign of what's to come, as Uber hurls him into the ringpost, knocking the Synthmeister out cold. Inside the ring, Logan counts his own fall. 1... 2... 3! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: The fans bang their heads in celebration, but the fall doesn't count, and Logan knows it. Unbeknowst to him, Uber has climbed to the top rope on his blindside, tag belt in hand. The Psycho Gremlin flies...and smashes the belt into the back of Mann's head! He places Frank on top and helps the referee back in. Despite being halfway across the ring, Patrick has a good look at the shoulders and counts... ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * COLE Son of a bitch! "Frankenstein" hits, as the fans begin to pettle the ring with debris. Uber intercepts the belts on the hand off from Michael Buffer to Nick Patrick, jumping back in to celebrate the victory with his brother. The World tag team champions looking the worse for wear, having both been lacerated. BUFFER The winners of the match and STILL OAOAST tag team champions... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! COLE I feel bad for the Heavenly Rockers. They had this match stolen right out from under them. They had the match won. Logan had Frank down for at least a 10 count, but there was no referee. COACH And why was that? Because Synth took him down. COLE By accident. COACH Hey, whatever. The point is, he let his emotions get in the way and it ultimately came back to bite them in the ass. [b]This New Year's Day, there won't be a GM in control...[/b] [i]COLE AXEL SLAM! AXEL SLAM![/i] [b]...no authority figure in control...[/b] [i]IT'S ANGLESAULT~?!?!??! ANGLESAULT IS HERE ON HELDDOWN~![/i] [b]...no recently divorced pseudo celebrities in control...[/b] [i]**THIS ANNECDOTE REMOVED FOR LEGAL REASONS**[/i] [b]...because, this New Year... [color=red]ANGLE[/color][color=blue]SAULT[/color] YOU'RE gonna be in control! It's the first ever, completely interactive event in OAOAST history, where YOU decide the challengers, the challenges and the stipulations! [color=red]ANGLE[/color][color=blue]SAULT[/color] All with the power of your interweb machines! [color=purple]*NEW YEAR'S SPECTACULAR: MAINFRAME MONDAY!*[/color] [i]January 1st, 2007; Daytona Beach, Florida[/b][/i]

I thought the New Year's show was replacing Clixmax. So if we're gonna make it something other than your typical final show of the year, I guess KC's interactive idea would be the way to go.

Doesn't Zack control Cortez as well? So it's Malibu vs. Malibu at the PPV? Anyway, hot segment to start the show. Reject vs. TJ Burns: Good back-and-forth match. Sorta expected a title change, or maybe a twist at the end. I'm not really sure what to say about the Space Cadets other than we have some real creative guys here! More talking! But it's worth reading. And it turns into a match, a fun one at that. Main event time. I don't know why, but I like the commerical breaks PR seems to incorporate during most of his matches. Weird to see Heat and Fly booed and D*LUX make the save for PR/SJ. Then add the Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua into the mix. Match of the Night: Reject vs. TJ Burns Line of the Night...Returns: "And at November Reign, you two don't need the Weather Channel...because, rest assured, I WILL bring the THUNDER." -- TK (Hey, I digged it)

I noticed the December edition of SYN and wonder what that was about. What are/were the plans for that?

Hope you weren't expected too much, Alf. I spent so much energy writing my match for this week this whole segment suffered from it. Wrestler-turned color commentator-turned actor-turned politician Jesse "The Body" Ventura stands in the ring, microphone in hand. VENTURA Last week my broadcast colleague "Mean" Gene Okerlund was supposed to conduct an interview with the reigning tag team champions of the world, the Sooner Bruisers. I say supposed to because thanks to my next guests that interview never took place. So without any further ado, I introduced to you the team that shook the wrestling world one week ago, the greatest rock n wrestling band of all time...THE HEAVENLY RRRRROCKERS! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Synth and Logan enter the arena to Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box." Logan Usher Mann carrying a broken BROOM HANDLE, persumably the one used last week on Big Frank Bruiser. As the former tag team champions continue their march to the ring, Cole recaps last week's violent confrontation involving the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers. Once the footage ends, it's back to Jesse in the ring with Synth and Logan. "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" Synth and Logan acknowledge the chant, nodding and pointing at the crowd. So deafening are the chants the start of the interview is briefly delayed. VENTURA Well, it's fairly obvious the fans here in Saskatchewan are happy to see you back, but I know two guys who aren't and they just happen to be the World tag team champions. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" LOGAN Of course they wouldn't be happy. The Sooner Bruisers got a taste of what's in store for them. Having said that, I'd like to apolozie to Frank for my actions last week. I'm sorry I cracked this broom over your back, big man, I was aiming for your head but with that jacked up physique you're like a turtle inside its shell. SYNTH Hot damn, Ah think somebody got served. LOGAN An animal is said to be at its most dangerous when wounded, and right now the Heavenly Rockers are wounded mentally and physically. But that didn't stop us from coming back and unleashing hell on the men who did us wrong, Frank and Uber Bruiser, the Sooner Bruisers. Make no mistake about it, the Sooner Bruisers are a great team. The most dominating tag team in wrestling today and by far the toughest men we've faced in our two-plus years in the industry. It was them who ended our reign as World tag team champions at Angleslam. In one night they nearly accomplished what other men tried to do for months...and that's put us out of business. But as you can see, they failed. Synth and I know how to take a licking and keep on ticking, baby. It's why we've overcome every obstacle thrown our way. That and along with something called the heart of a champion. We worked too hard for us to stick our head between our legs only to leave because some people want us out. If there's one thing you don't do, it's push the Heavenly Rockers around. VENTURA The Sooner Bruisers might not be able to push you around, but they certainly can to somebody like your wife, Holly-Wood. The last time we saw her... LOGAN Don't you think I remember seeing her beautiful body lying on the mat motionless?! It's an image I'll never get out of my mind for as long as I live. And it's not just her who got bullied by the Sooner Bruisers. Not that long ago so did a couple friends of ours, the Sk8ter Boiz. I've heard the phrase used on television that I think is worth repeatedly -- the Sooner Bruisers are bullies. Their existance is based on intimidation with a little jealously thrown in. Jealous of the fact a couple rock n rollers like ourselves rose to the top while all their amatuer accolades got them nowhere in the OAOAST accept the occasion match here and there. That's when their whole outlook on life changed. Rather than work hard, they took the cheap way out. Well no more. Hate's a strong word, but not strong enough to describe our feelings about the Sooner Bruisers. Inside a cage, falls count anywhere or whatever kind of match you want, know one thing...your days of bullying people are over because the Heavenly Rockers are back to get you and the World tag team title! VENTURA All right. There you have it. The Heavenly Rockers say they're back for two things -- the Sooner Bruisers and the tag team championship of the world. We still got more to come--right now apparently! Talk about instant feedback. The SOONER BRUISERS hit the ring to deliver theirs personally, but the Heavenly Rockers are ready for more than just a critique of their promo...they're ready to fight. Big Frank tackles Logan to the ground, causing him to drop the broom handle. The two roll around the ring trading punches, while Synth and Uber go outside and hit each other with everything from steel chairs to a fan's digital camera! Various tag teams rush from the back to breakup the brawl. They include America's Team, Team Canada, D*LUX, the Beverly Hills Blonds, Team Jamaica, NRG, the Burrough Boys, and the South Central Militia. Frank isn't pleased when America's Team and Team Canada pull him off Logan, and shows it by pie-facing Charlie Moss. Quentin Benjamin stands up for his partner and takes a shot at Frank...but he ducks and the punch intended for him hits Fliex Strutter! That's all the ammo Team Canada need to get into it with Moss and Benjamin. All the other teams decided to get in on the act and suddenly a 20-man street fight erupts! COLE It's breaking loose in Saskatchewan. We desperately need to restore order. Ladies and gentlemen, don't touch that remote. We'll be back!

AC/DC's "Money Talks" blasts through the loud speakers as Mackenzie DeCenzo leads the team of Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright to the ring. BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following contest LIVE on TSM is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, representing The Enterprise, accompanied to the ring by their business consultant MACKENZIE DECENZO, total combine weight 462 pounds...here are CHRISTIAN WRIGHT and THEODORE MONEYMAKER! Wright and Moneymaker are the personification of stylin' and profilin'. Their entrance attire more expensive than most people's houses. Christian hands off his trusty briefcase to Mackenzie for safe keeping, as he and Theodore prepare for action. COLE Our next match is a direct result of the ongoing feud between Los Diablos de Fuego, Los Conquistadors and the Beverly Hills Blonds, who also are members of The Enterprise. As seen last week on HeldDOWN~!, the Enterprise and their stooges Los Conquistadors laid a beatdown on Los Diablos de Fuego following an impromptu match that ended rather controversially. COACH In your opinion. COLE Yeah, whatever. Everyone who saw that match knows what I'm talking about. Anyway, Rescue 911 took it upon themselves to come out and save Moracca and Mariachi from any further damage, clearing the ring of The Enterprise, a gesture well received by the masked luchadors. COACH And one not so well received by the Enterprise. Rescue 911 should've minded their own business. You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent BUFFER Their opponents, from the OAOAST First Responders Unit, 485 pounds...EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! As usual, the women go crazy for the men in uniform, as do the more vocal Los Diablos de Fuego fans in attendence. COLE Rescue 911 quickly developing quite a following in the OAOAST. Their courage and bravery not going un-noticed by our great fans. Which the guys have taken notice of. [b]OAOAST[/b] A small square box SWOOPS~ in and settles on the upper right hand side of the picture. There, Officer Bosley and EMT Tim stand in front of a grey OAOAST backdrop. EMT TIM Hey there, wrestling fans. My name is EMT Tim and this here is my tag team partner and fellow public servent Officer Bosley; collectively known as Rescue 911. We're here to tell you how excited we are to be competing in the OAOAST and in front of the best fans in professional wrestling. While we haven't been in the sport long, we're rapidly improving with every match and with your help plan on leapfrogging every tag team in the Top 10 and straight to the World tag team titles! OFFICER BOSLEY You're exactly right, partner. Fan support means a whole lot to us. I know it's the same for you down at the hospital as it is for me at my precinct, and that's everyone wants to know is why we helped Los Diablos de Fuego last week; stuck our nose in other people's business, so to speak. Well, we live by 3 basic principle: Serve the public's trust, protect the innocent, and uphold the law. And last week the law was broken when the Enterprise decided to engage in gang activity and assault a couple of innocent bystanders. As if that wasn't enough, they were also in possesion of a weapon -- a barb wire coal miner's glove. The Enterprise then fought the law and the law won. And the law will prevail once again in just a matter of moments. So to all you kids out there, please remember: crime doesn't pay. [b][color=#FF9900]HELDOWN[/color]~![/b] COACH I'm sure Rescue 911 are very popular in the red states, but don't they know the rich and famous are above the law? COLE No one's above the law, Coach. * DING DING * Rescue 911 pop the females by simply removing their tops. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright none too impressed, trading barbs with their opponents and then blows as the war of words turns into a war! Both teams battle out to the arena floor, with Moneymaker and Officer Bosley quickly taking it back inside. A series of bodyshots stun the "Billion Dollar Heir" in the corner, as EMT Tim and Christian return to their respective sides of the ring. Bosley sends Theodore to the far corner and charges in, only to eat a KNEE TO THE FACE! Moneymaker steps onto the middle rope for a double axe handle smash...but Officer Bosley catches him on the way down with a shot to the gut, flipping Teddy over! Bosley brings Moneymaker up in an armbar and takes him to the Rescue 911 corner. Following a tag, Tim comes off the top with a double axe across Theodore's outstretched arm. He then wrings the arm and takes Moneymaker to the mat with an armdrag. Teddy doesn't stay on his BUTT for long, rising back up to RAKE the eyes! Then with just a glance over at his corner, Christian Wright sticks his knee through the middle rope and face-first goes the medic. COACH Even you gotta admit that's great teamwork, Mikey. No words. Just eye contact. You only see that out of the best teams. COLE Pretty impressive when you consider Moneymaker and Wright have never teamed before prior to tonight. Tag made to Wright. Still reeling from the eye rake and knee to the face, Tim is unable to defend himself from the onslaught of European uppercuts and knife-edge chops employed by Christian. Wright pulls Tim out of the corner and shoots him to the ropes, snapping him over with a powerslam and then bringing him right back up to hit in succesion a Triple H-style facebuster, an inverted atomic drop, an STO and then a kneedrop! COLE C-4! An explosive maneuver on the part of the 2005 OAOAST Rookie Of The Year and now Enterprise Financial Analyst, Christian Wright. All he has to do now is cover EMT Tim and it's over. The Natural rules against going for the pin at the last second, wagging his finger as if to say not yet, which tickles Theodore Moneymaker pink. The Billion Dollar Heir and Enterprise CEO laughing maniacally in the corner as CW goes up to the middle rope for a big elbow...but misses as Tim moves! COACH He was playing possum! That shows me Rescue 911 know they can't beat the new CW and Theodore. COLE It shows me EMT Tim is picking up on the subtleties of wrestling, the chess games that go on during a match. As Tim nears his corner Theodore rushes in and knocks Officer Bosley off the apron. Well worth the tongue-lashing he receives from the referee afterward. Teddy just brushing Nick Patrick off like a middle class citizen. Christian makes it to the corner and the Enterprise have their third tag of the night. Moneymaker steps back in and slaps Tim upside the head, stomping and laughing at his face. Theodore traps Tim against the ropes and hammers away, the sweat flying off Tim's face and onto your television screens. Firmly in control, Teddy whips Tim to the ropes and winds up paying for it as the EMT ducks under an attempted back elbow smash and nails him on the rebound with a CROSS BODY! But rather than go for the pin Tim chooses to tag out and launch Officer Bosley into the ring...SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Turnbuckle smash rattles Theodore in the corner. Moneymaker has another unpleasent experience with the turnbuckles as he's sent hard into the far corner, causing him to shoot right back at Officer Bosley and into a backdrop. Teddy goes for another ride, this time to the ropes...MILITARY PRESS SLAM! With Theodore flat on his back and running high on adreanline, Rescue 911 decide to go for it all right here, taking a major chance by having Bosley slingshot Tim into the ring for a big splash...but Moneymaker gets the knees up! COLE Aw, man. Rescue 911 took a chance and it didn't pay off. Theodore Moneymaker had that move well scouted. He knew Rescue 911 love to use various slingshot maneuvers. COACH Like his opponents, the Moneyman is a rookie in the sport of professional wrestling...but he's had the best training money can buy. Rather than stay down and take a minimal breather as Moneymaker makes a tag, Tim rises to his feet and gets drilled by a Christian Wright SUPERKICK! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Bosley breaks up the fall and draws the wrath from Wright and Moneymaker, as does the referee who the Enterprise representives feel didn't scold him harshly enough. Christian shakes it off and drops the fist dangerously close to Tim's throat. He scoops the EMT across his shoulders in a fireman's carry and rolls forward...BANK ROLL! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Again Bosley makes the save. Moneymaker and Wright beginning to close their patience with the referee. Mackenzie DeCenzo screaming for a disqualification. The determination of Rescue 911 starting to worry the Enterprise members. Sensing the frustration creeping in on the team of Christan and Theodore, Bosley leads the crowd in a chant of... "9-1-1!" "9-1-1!" "9-1-1!" Mackenzie and Theodore attempt to quell the chants with verbal insults, which naturally drives the crowd into further civil disobedience. WRIGHT SILENCE! "9-1-1!" "9-1-1!" "9-1-1!" COACH I hope the fans keep chanting 9-1-1, because EMT Tim's gonna need it once CW hits this. Coach is referring to the Stockmarket Crash, Wright's Gordbuster finisher, which Tim blocks and counters into a suplex! Tim rallies with rights and lefts, rocking the reigning Rookie of the Year. What looks like the start of a big comeback only turns out to be a tease, as Christian reverses Tim's Irish whip, allowing Theodore to ram the knee into the spine of the back! The EMT crumbles to his knees, grimacing in pain as he holds onto his back. Yet another tag is made by the team of Christian Wright and Theodore Moneymaker, who continute to isolate EMT Tim from not just his partner but their side of the ring. Moneymaker capitalizes on a beautifully executed vertical suplex by dropping A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Theodore SLAPS the taste out of Tim's mouth prior to stomping him viciously in the face. Moneymaker gives EMT Tim the opportunity to resign from the match, forcing him to look the referee dead in the eye. Tim responds by jabbing his fist upside Teddy's head! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE EMT Tim letting Theodore Moneymaker know never to disrespect him like that again. Likewise for Moneymaker, who spikes the elbow square between eyes for good measure. Theodore then places Tim in a double chicken-wing as Christian peppers him with closed fists and European uppercuts. The pair continuing to widen the gap in the number of tags made. Moneymaker releases the medic and exits to avoid a DQ. Meanwhile, Wright wraps both arms around Tim's and plants him in the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! Christian uses that as the prelude to his next move...the Frog Splash...but Officer Bosley begins SHAKING the top rope and causes the Natural to CROTCH himself! WRIGHT :o COACH No matter your opinion of CW, every man in the world feels his pain. Even Michael Cole. Luckily for CW and Teddy, it happens in their corner so a tag is easily made. While Christian recoups on the apron, Moneymaker fires Tim into the ropes and lowers the head as the EMT bounces off and back...and slams him face-first into the mat! But Tim is much too exhausted to do anything, like make a tag or attempt a pin. Unfortunately for Theodore, CW still hasn't fully recovered from the turnbuckle crotch, so after a head-rattling, mind-altering experience, he must continue for his team. And it probably plays a key role in Tim countering a piledriver with a backdrop! To prevent EMT Tim from making the tag, Moneymaker pops right up...jelly-legged and all...and locks him in THE BANK VAULT! COLE No one--and I mean no one--has managed to escape the Bank Vault. Theodore Moneymaker's version of a corba clutch sleeper. Almost immediately Tim starts to become woozy, struggling to maintain his balance as Moneymaker shakes him around like a ragdoll to apply further pressure. So out of total desperation he slips in under Teddy's side and lands a back suplex! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Oh, my! He did it! Tim broke the Bank Vault! COACH You jinx'd him, you idiot! You said no one had broken the Bank Vault. COLE And no one did...until now. Tim slo-o-o-o-wly rolls to his corner, building up the suspense and the pressure on Moneymaker and/or Christian Wright to prevent the tag from happening. That job falls in the hands of CW who must fill-in, illegally I might add, as Teddy is in no position or condition to do so. EMT Tim sees Wright storming in out of the corner of his eye and lunges towards his corner...making the hot tag! COLE There it is! There's the tag! Officer Bosley and Theodore Moneymaker the legal men. And Bosley is a house afire, decking both Wright and Moneymaker. Then two scoops and two slams. Bosley fires Christian into the ropes, and down with a dropkick. Teddy tries sneaking up on Bosley from the blindside, but again gets nailed with a shot to the gut, then a side Russian legsweep. EMT Tim re-appears, clotheslining CW over the top rope, sending both tumbling to the arena floor where they resume hand-to-hand combat. Mackenzie gets involved in the action, [u]RAKING[/u] Tim across the back and draws [b][color=#FF0000]blood[/color][/b]! Tim turns around to get him some of Mackie, but Wright shoves him into the ringpost! COLE Tim is down and he may be out, ladies and gentlemen. COACH Heh. Tim's the one who needs an EMT now. Serves him right for wanting to physically harm Mackie. COLE She's the one who attacked him! COACH Whatever. I just know Christian Wright is a protector of women's rights. Nick Patrick sees Tim down on the ground and goes to check on him. Just the opening the Enterprise need. Inside the ring, Officer Bosley has Theodore set for the first part of his Arrest & Trial finishing maneuver, a brainbuster into a rear naked choke, but he doesn't even get Moneymaker off the ground as Christian comes in and... * THUNK * ...wallops him in the back of the head with his BRIEFCASE! COLE No, damnit. Not another one of these finishes. We saw one just like this last week, when Los Conquistadors produced a barb wire coal miner's glove from the purse of Mackenzie DeCenzo and used it to defeat Los Diablos de Fuego. Theodore shields Officer Bosley's eyes with his hand to prevent the referee from noticing he's unconscious. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER LLLLLLadies and gentlemen, the winners of the match...THEODORE MONEYMAKER and CHRISTIAN WRIGHT! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The fans aren't cheering the announcement, but rather the arrival of LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO who return the favor Rescue 911 did for them last week. Having achieved their goal of winning, Theodore and Christian high-tail it up the ramp along with Mackenzie. Moracca and Mariachi get on their hands and knees and beg Wright and Moneymaker to come back inside for a fight. But they won't have any of it, nor will the OAOAST officials who swarm the area such as Rick Martel and Terry Taylor. Christian and Theodore are then joined by their fellow Enterprise associates, the Beverly Hills Blonds, and Los Conquistador stooges, which suddenly give them the urge to fight. COLE Oh, yeah. Look how tough these guys are when numbers are on their side. Wright and Moneymaker wouldn't dare face Los Diablos de Fuego on their own, but once they're buddies and kiss asses showed up, they were ready for a fight. Hopefully OAOAST officials can get this match signed for November Reign, because I sure want to see the Enterprise get theirs.

Heavenly Rockers interview Theodore Moneymaker & Christian Wright vs. Rescue 911

Yes. OAOAST World Tag Team Title Sooner Bruisers vs. Heavenly Rockers

Whatever you want it to be. Just remember the ramp.

HD bounced back after a disappointing show last week. I guess the opening match is what you'd call an extended squash. PR & SJ looked good out there. Rico de Janeiro/Timothy Jacobs vs. D*LUX: Rico showed some fire, but it wasn't enough to defeat D*LUX. Liked how the post-match activites played out, with PR & SJ making the save. Interesting backstage segment w/Wildcards and Maddix. James Riggs is coming off like a star the way he's being handled. Funny bit with Josh. DDD vs. Christian Wright: CW is IRS 2006! Awesome. The Enterprise rebounded nicely this week. Damn, Zack's been on fire ever since his feud with the Wildcards began. 6-man tag title match: Good TV main event. Notice Jumbo got left out of the intros, so for a second I thought it might turn into a handicap match. Match of the Night: DDD vs. CW. I'm really into the new CW, and not the TV network but the wrestler.

Have this go on sometime after the Diablos promo/match vs. Los Conquistadors. Earlier, "Mean" Gene Okerlund was stationed at the interview stage, now he's inside the ring. GENE I've already conducted one explosive interview tonight, and I may have another considering my guests at this time, the One & Only tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUISERS! Call it "Frankenstein" meets the boo birds. Los Angeles giving the tag team champions the business, as the Bruisers maneuver their way around OAOAST crew members cleaning up the gingerbread men leftover from Los Diablos de Fuego's entrance. As usual, Big Frank poses for the cameras as baby brother Uber HOWLS to the heavens. * CRRRRRRACK * Unprovoked, a beared crew member breaks a BROOM across the back of the Man of Tomorrow, while another shoves Uber into the STEEL GUARDRAIL. GENE Michael, are you see this? MICHAEL Indeed I am, Gene. Two stage hands have just attacked the World tag team champions! COACH What is with people tonight? First we had Los Diablos de Fuego attacking the Beverly Hills Blonds, and now this. The men remove their caps and beards to reveal... "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" ...THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS! COLE They're back! The Heavenly Rockers are back! Kicking ass and taking names at that. The Heavenly Rockers hammer away on the Sooner Bruisers. Logan choking Frank with his official "OAOAST CREW" t-shirt. Meanwhile, Synth uses a fan's camera to snap a photo of Uber and then bash him over the skull with it! OAOAST officials quickly rush to the scene to restore order. Synth and Logan more than happy to oblige with their requests to leave, big smiles on their faces as they've one up the men who put them on the self for months. COLE What a night of surprises it has been. And we still have more to come!

Los Diablos de Fuego "promo" and probably one from the Sooner Bruisers as well.

Starts off as Los Diablos de Fuego promo but turns into match. "Mean" Gene Okerlund holds center stage atop the one and only interview stage. GENE Los Angeles, California...LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO! "It's Raining Men" blaring overhead and Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties produced gingerbread men falling from the ceiling (designed like Los Diablos themselves), Moracca and Mariachi prance onto the stage covered in glitter. Lots of body glitter. The ambiguously gay duo get Gene to bump and grind with them once on the platform. For added effect, they mask Gene's baldness with -- you guessed it -- glitter! GENE Gentlemen, it was 3 weeks ago tonight, in front of a worldwide television audience, that you were forced to watch as your masoct El Ovéja was for all intents and purposes brutally executed right before your very eyes. I know how difficult it must've been for you to muster up the strength to appear last week and cost the Beverly Hills Blonds their match against Rescue 911 in what I'm sure you believe was a justified act. MORACCA (broken English) "Mean" HACHI MACHI Gene, ole, please forgive me and my partner for our speak as our English no very good. But what was good was our time spent with El Ovéja. His time on this planet or in America wasn't long, but he left a legacy of peace and happiness in all our lives. He touched our hearts and souls with his happy-go-lucky lifestyle. A life that began in a factory in China, El Ovéja was shipped to a Wal-Mart supercenter in New Mexico where he found his way into our lives some months after Mariachi and I crossed the border in search of work in OAOAST. Did you know Mexico and New Mexico are different places, Mr. Sparkle Sparkle? GENE That I did. Both lovely places, too. MARIACHI Si, amigo. Amore. Love. Los Diablos de Fuego full of it. Which is why we don't mourn the death of El Ovéja. We celebrate his life. We dedicate our careers to his memory, his spirit. Never in my wildest wet dream could I imagine somebody would be so vicious, so spiteful that they would mercilessly end the life of a poor baby. But that's exactly what Los Conquistadors and Beverly Hills Blonds did. They were big ol' meanies. Now they make us mad and angry. And you wouldn't like us when we're angry. Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MORACCA ¿Qué es esto? What is this? No red carpet arrival for the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie DeCenzo. It's all business tonight. The trendsetters that they are, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard are determined to bring the 1980s Miami Vice look back into the mainstream, decked out in pastal suits and sunglasses. Mackie's hot as usual, showing off those legs in a short skirt and carrying a GUCCI PURSE. GENE Moracca, Mariachi, I beg your pardon, gentlemen. I didn't expect this at all. (to Blonds) Mackenzie DeCenzo, what is the meaning of this? You 3 have no reason to be out here. MACKENZIE Gene, darling, we're rich and famous. That's all the reason we need. Isn't that right, Ned? NED You're exactly right, Mackie. But there's another reason for us to be out here other than being rich and famous, liver spot, and that's to clear up the lies spread by those two "homies," Los Diablos de Fuego. So I directed my comments to them. Just because you've replaced Chicks Over Dicks as America's sweethearts, it doesn't give you the right to slander the good names of the Beverly Hills Blonds and Los Conquistadors. Thanks to your lies my kid thinks I'm the world's worst father -- something years of brainwashing by my ex-wife couldn't even do -- because Los Conquistadors, [u]on their own accord[/u], decided to deviant from the script and rip your stupid $5.99 inflatable sheep doll apart. Is that what you wanted, to drive a wedge between father and daughter? COLE How dare Ned use his daughter like a prop. GENE If I may interrupt you, Ned. NED No, you certainly may not. GENE (CONT'D) That's not how I recall those events. SIMON Of course not. You're senile. GENE I'm sure our fantastic production crew have the video in the truck, if you don't believe me. NED (stammering) I don't need to see something I remember so vividly. GENE Look at you. You're stumbling over your own words! SIMON These guys are con artists and homewreckers, Okerlund. They suck you in with some sob story and then steal your wallet, rape your sons, or even worse...prevent you from going to the pay window, which they're gulity as charge of doing to us. Yeah, and a great story it is, fellas. A real tear jerker. If there's anyone on this stage you wouldn't like to see angry, it's Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. So now that we're standing face-to-face, why don't you try to fight us like hetrosexual men? Let's see how tough you are when you're staring us in the eye and not our butts. NED I wouldn't count on it, man. They got no balls. Hahaha. * WHAP * "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" MACKENZIE :o SIMON :huh: Moracca SLAPS Ned and then catches him with a right hand. Soon all 4 men are slugging it out on the podium! Gene and Mackenzie run for cover. Then the unfathomable. Los Diablos de Fuego are ambushed by LOS CONQUISTADORS. The Blonds burst in laughter, like they've just seen the Santa Claus 3, as the Golden Boys pumpel the flaming luchadors to a chorus of boos. All 3 members of the Enterprise decide to view the action from the friendly confines of the arena floor, thus putting themselves out of harm's way. But given the current circumstances, that seems highly unlikely. COLE It was a set-up! It was a damn set-up! Damn them! COACH Once again my main man Teddy Moneymaker funded the lastest Beverly Hills Blonds motion picture. And damn if they don't know how to write a great script. It sucked you right in. In typical Blonds fashion, Los Conquistadors write Mariachi out of the scene following a hot shot, tossing him outside like a dog that can't stop peeing on the brand new rug imported from Japan. The Blonds disappear and then re-appear with Charles Robinson in toll. Charles enters the squared circle and signals for the bell. * DING DING DING * COLE You've got to be kidding me. They're actually gonna let this continue? COACH Los Diablos de Fuego did agree to wrestle. COLE Yeah, the Beverly Hills Blonds, not Los Conquistadors. I'm now being told by our directior Peter Piper this indeed IS a sanction match. Who the hell thought that was a good idea? Didn't they see what happened? Los Diablos de Fuego got jumped by Los Conquistadors, damnit. I guess Theodore Moneymaker is right: Money talks. Los Conquistadors shoot Moracca into the ropes and clothesline him. Dos (Conquistadors wanted to shake things up by having Dos start) then drops a big elbow and goes for the cover, but Moracca kicks out before a count can be made. Clinching his fist in ANGIER~! Moracca lands a series of right hands to the midsection, then rocks the Conquistador with shots to the face...but Dos drives the knee into the gut and rams Moracca into the boot of Uno in the corner. An exchange is made and Uno shows everyone why his mommy and papi named him "number one" in Spanish, chopping Moracca hard against the turnbuckles. Uno whips Moracca to the far corner and charges in, but Moracca gets the foot up and kicks Uno in the face! Moracca applies a front facelock and climbs onto the middle rope, spinning around and down...on his feet in the center of the ring as Uno shoves him off. Moracca ducks under a clothesline and drills Uno with a SPRINGBOARD LEG LARIAT! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The good samaritan that he is, Moracca brings Uno up to his feet and pays for it, although he didn't have any goodwill in mind himself, as the Golden Boy RAKES the eyes. Uno raises his fist in the air before delivering a vertical suplex later, which is followed up by a big legdrop. No attempt at a pin is made as Uno feels Moracca hasn't been weaken enough, so he tags Dos. Los Conquistadors display some amazing teamwork as Uno smashes the forearm into the midsection while Dos comes off the ropes and snaps Moracca over in a swinging neckbreaker! Dos again passes over a pin attempt in favor of a bodyslam, then heads to the top. BIG SPLASH...MISSES ITS MARK! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" NED :huh: COLE Look at the experssion on Blanchard's face. After everything that's happened, Los Diablos de Fuego now find themselves with an opportunity to get back into the match if Moracca can just make the tag. He had the presence of mind to move out of the way, but you gotta wonder how much he has left in him. So far he's taken the brunt of the punishment. Right from the start, in fact. COACH Behind the masks and body glitter, Los Diablos de Fuego are spirited competitiors. Can't deny that. Won't deny that. But they don't have the support of the Enterprise. COLE They have the fans support. COACH (laughs) The fans can't jump in the ring and hit somebody with a chair, baby boy. Not saying the Blonds or Enterprise would, because unlike the Devils of the Fire Simon and Ned don't need to resort to those kinds of tatics. They have something called talent. Moracca and Dos tag out simultaneously. Uno rushes inside to meet Mariachi head-on, but ends up walking straight into a SPRINGBOARD SEATED SENTON and a faceful of crotch! ONE... TWO... THR--NO! Dos makes the save just in the nick of time. His next move isn't as successful, however. Mariachi floats over an attempted bodyslam and takes Dos down with an inverted facebuster! He rolls back onto his feet and slams a charging Uno. Then flying headscissors for everyone, followed by a double coconut! Moracca returns to the fold, hooking up with Mariachi to nail Dos with a double dropkick! And it doesn't get any better for Los Conquistadors or the Beverly Hills Blonds. Simon and Ned can only watch as Uno winds up on the receiving of a SODOMIZER! COLE There it is! The Sodomizer! It's over! It's all over! Ned jumps on the apron and grabs the attention of not only the referee but Los Diablos de Fuego as well. Meanwhile, over at the corner, Simon shields Mackenzie from the eye of the referee and Los Diablos as she hands her Gucci purse to Dos. He opens it up and pulls out the dreaded BARB WIRE COAL MINER'S GLOVE. COLE Oh, no. It's that damn glove. The very glove that busted open Los Diablos de Fuego on two separate occasions and shreded El Ovéja to pieces. Glove in place, Dos sneaks up on Los Diablos but gets caught in the act, causing him to panic and swing wildly. Both Diablos duck and give him the KISS OF DEATH~! Not all is lost, though. The bright minds that they are the Blonds also devised an alternate ending, plan B. Simon slides in and rumbles towards Los Diablos, who leapfrog over the top...ACCIDENTLY SENDING HIM INTO THE REFEREE! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH We don't have a referee. He got squashed between both Blonds. How Los Diablos must envy him right now. COLE Enough with the gay jokes. We've got a serious problem out here. No referee. That's not the only problem. After Simon is driven into the mat courtesy of a DOUBLE HALF-NELSON FACEBUSTER, Ned wallops Moracca across the back with Mariachi's own PITCHFORK, then jabs it in Mariachi's gut and throat! COACH You live by the pitchfork, you die by the pitchfork, fellas. Hahaha. Ned drapes Uno on top of Mariachi and exits, where he helps Mackenzie roll the referee back in. Charles Robinson shakes off the cobwebs and makes the count. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Excuse me, fans. I want to barf. What a disgrace this is. The Beverly Hills Blonds should be ashamed of themselves. COACH Look on the bright side, Mikey. It makes up for last week. Now Moracca and Mariachi will know what it feels like to have victory snatched out from under them. The Blonds and Conquistadors are joined by an exuberate Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. Handshakes all around. Then all 6 men turn their attention to Los Diablos de Fuego, still laid out on the canvas. Teddy removes his jacket and asks CW to hold Moracca up. Punch after punch after punch. Moracca unable to defend himself. Likewise for Mariachi, who too experiences the wrath of Theodore Moneymaker. COLE Hey, come on. There's no need for this. Cole isn't the only one who feels this way, so does...Ned Blanchard? The Handsome Hustler tells the man who signs his checks that's enough. Everyone looks at Ned in stunned disbelief. Blanchard explains his actions by carefully yanking the barb wire coal miner's glove off the hand of Dos and putting it on his, drawing cheers from his associates. Ned is about to strike when RESCUE 911 shockingly hit the ring a house afire, taking on all members of the Enterprise and Los Conquistadors...and living to tell about it! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COACH Who do these guys think they are? "9-1-1" "9-1-1" "9-1-1" COLE Listen to that, Coach. A 9-1-1 chant. The fans certainly appreciate what EMT Tim and Officer Bosley have done, as I'm sure Los Diablos de Fuego will as well. 7 people who aren't pleased are The Enterprise and Los Conquistadors. Theodore on the verge of blowing a gasket. Mackenzie having to calm him down. Rescue 911 help Los Diablos de Fuego to their feet as "It's Raining Men" hits. Moracca and Mariachi finally notice the hunky studs assisting them. MORACCA & MARIACHI :wub: :wub: COACH Now I think [i]I'm[/i] the one about to barf. COLE Something tells me we haven't heard the last of this. Still to come, an interview with the World tag team champions, the Sooner Bruisers. Don't go away! HeldDOWN~! returns right after this.

It was a weird show, that's for sure. Figured there would be late additions after the Blonds-911 match, but I guess not. As mentioned during the opening segment, you don't often see the good guys deliver a major beatdown, and that's what Zack and crew did to Cortez. After years of being together it appears PR & SJ will settle down as a tag team for a short while at least. There's something I loved about having Los Diablos avenge their inflatable sheep doll mascot by wearing sheep heads. That'll scare the hell outta somebody. Match of the Night: Blonds-Rescue 911. Not just MOTN but MOTY, baby!

To go on sometime before Blonds-911 match. COLE Backstage, Jesse "The Body" Ventura is standing by with an important interview. Take it away, Jess. VENTURA All right. Thank you, Michael Cole. You know, 4 days ago on OAOAST Syndicated my broadcast colleague "Mean" Gene Okerlund was conducting an interview with Christian Wright, and during that interview they were interrupted by a very special guest who delivered a major announcement. In case you missed it, let's go back and see it again! [b]* BECAUSE ONLY 2 PEOPLE READ SYNDICATED *[/b] [quote]THEODORE As you alluded to, Okerlund, sometime ago I was humiliated on worldwide television by Los Diablos de Fuego. Apparently they were upset with a presentation put together by my friends at SMN Productions where I traveled to Guacamole, Mexico and foreclosed on an unpaid loan. Little did I know Augusto and Lupita were close friends of Los Diablos. So like a second-rate Zorro, they decided to avenge the poor by going after the rich. But they hapened to pick on the most ruthless gringo on the planet, Theodore Moneymaker. To quote a phrase, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Well they fooled me once and paid the price in not just their blood but their dear friend and mascot, that ridiculous inflatable doll El Ovéja. And I have the Beverly Hills Blonds to thank -- Simon Singleton, Ned Blanchard and the lovely Mackenzie DeCenzo. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" THEODORE With my money, their brains and a little help from a couple of Conquistadors...hahahahahaha....Los Diablos de Fuego found out the hard way you don't stand on Superman's cape, you don't spit in the wind, and you don't mess with the rich and famous. It's no secret Moneymaker Enterprises had been persuing a stake in SMN Productions and vice versa, and since our first joint venture went so well, we've decided to make it permanent. That's right, baby! I'm proud to announce Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions have merged to form The Enterprise. BWAHAHAHAHA! SCHIAVONE Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions together as one? My goodness![/b] THEODORE That brings me to you, Christian Wright. It seems you have a bit of a problem. You see, myself and my new Business Associate have been going through our extensive files on the OAOAST roster. And it seems your record this year is a little "in the red". When I read on, I thought to myself "that can't be right". Here is the Rookie Of The Year, a valuable asset, going to waste. Prospects, Christian. Theodore Moneymaker is all about the prospects. Because prospects lead into success. And success means money. Hell, you only need take one look at me. HAHAHA! Mackenzie and The Blonds join on the laugh, Christian still seeming a little confused as to what's going on. THEODORE Now Mackenzie has informed me about you. And apparantly, you're a smart guy. Am I right? WRIGHT My intelligence is unparalled within this company. THEODORE That's exactly what I thought. (looks off into the distance) You know, nowadays, I'm such a busy man. As a successful entrepreneur and professional wrestler I've got a lot on my plate. Not enough hours in the day. It's so hard to find the time to count my vast fortunes... to check my stocks... keep tabs on all my little side-interests. Aaah. Sometimes, I just yearn for a simpler life. Being "The Billion Dollar Heir" is hard sometimes. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Mackenzie wraps a comforting arm around the whimsical Moneymaker's shoulder, as the Blonds wipe away tears from their eyes. THEODORE I have a mantra in life, Christian. Money breeds success, because success breeds money. The desire for one breeds the desire for the other you see. Now, from the looks of things, you need success. Which must therefore mean... A subtle nod from Moneymaker prompts Mackenzie to reach into his breast pocket. Counting out a handful of bills, Mackie strolls over and seductively slides the wad of cash in Christian Wright's back pocket! Complete with a flutter of the eyelashes! Wright's eyes bulge a little as he grabs the bills from his pocket and counts them out. At least 5 notes, presumably 100s. Small change to Theodore Moneymaker, but enough to peak The Natural's interest it seems. THEODORE Take it all in buddy. That's freshly printed, only the best when you're dealing with me. Wright nods, still staring at the money. THEODORE What I'm looking for Christian is someone to join my Enterprise. A smart man. An intelligent man. A man like you, who can keep an eye on all of my wheelings and dealings and manage my large portfolio. A Financial Analyst of sorts. And naturally, working for Theodore Moneymaker, there's plenty more where that came from. Eyebrows peaking, Wright fans the money across the palm of his other hand. THEODORE What you've got here is a once in a lifetime offer. So, what's it to be my friend? Deal, or No Deal? WRIGHT Well, Mr Moneymaker... ...you've acquired yourself a deal! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As the smile creeps back onto his face, CW stashes the cash back in his pocket and shakes the hand of the laughing Moneymaker to seal the deal! Ned and Simon exchange handshakes with their new associate as well, Mackenzie applauding away in the background as Christian finds himself in the fold. OKERLUND Theo... MONEYMAKER Take a good look, little man! Take a good look, because this is proof as if proof were needed... that Money Talks and Bullshit Walks! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Right on cue, AC/DC's "Money Talks" hits again as the new-found fivesome turn away and make their leave, Moneymaker still chuckling away as Mackenzie DeCenzo tries to get some applause going, to no avail what-so-ever.[/quote] VENTURA And there it was, the merger announcement involving Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions and the acquisition of Christian Wright. I'm now joined by all members of the Enterprise. Theodore Moneymaker, Christian Wright, the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie DeCenzo. Guys, the markets are still buzzin' about your announcement. THEODORE As they should, Jesse. The Enterprise is compromised of the best talent in the world. Just look around you. In addition to yours truly, the Enterprise picked up the hottest tag team in the sport today and the 2005 Rookie of the Year in the Beverly Hills Blonds and Christian Wright respectively. Somebody didn't just say stick 4 guys together with a beautiful woman and give them a catchy name. It's the result of grueling hours put in at the office by myself and the lovely Mackenzie DeCenzo to get this deal done. Now that we've dotted the i's and crossed the t's, the Enterprise is officially in business. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! VENTURA And it debuts tonight with two men who love the spotlight in action against Rescue 911, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard, the Beverly Hills Blonds. SIMON Rescue 911 aren't a team to be taken lightly, Jess. Well, actually, they are. The good news is, once we're through hurting them real bad at least they can tend to themselves. NED Simon, buddy, there's a high probability we could hurt them both bad. What then? SIMON Hmm...good point. I know. We'll just hurt one real bad and hurt the other one plain ol' bad. NED Works for me. By the way, for all you animal lovers out there, no sheep will be harmed in the filming of our match! The Enterprise laugh hysterically. Except Christian Wright, he's got more of a wry smirk on his face. But his associates love it.

Tacked on at end is post-match promo [b]And now OAOAST BACKTRACKER, brought to you by [color=#009900]The[/color] [color=#999900]Enterprise[/color][/b] TWO WEEKS AGO [quote]As Moracca checks on Mariachi in the ring, the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS and LOS CONQUISATADORS strike! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Moracca catches them coming in out of the corner of his eye, but is unable to fend off the 4 on 1 attack on his own. Los Conquistadors decking him with their BARB WIRE-wrapped fists, slicing Moracca open! The Blonds get in on the action, shooting him into the ropes and...DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK...splash Moracca down onto Mariachi. Simon and Ned use their belts to keep OAOAST officials at bay, threatening to whip anyone who dare enters as Los Conquistadors tie Los Diablos in the ropes and feel El Ovéja up right in front of them! COLE How disgusting! Los Conquistadors molesting the masoct of Los Diablos de Fuego. There's no need for this. No need at all. Damn them! Los Conquistadors open up El Ovéja blow hole and take turns sticking their fingers into it, giggling like school girls as it deflats. Los Diablos shed tears for their beloved mascot, then blood as Uno and Dos dig their barb wire fists into the forehead! In one last cruel act, Los Conquistadors shred El apart with the barb wire, leaving what's left of it scattered across the ring in little pieces to the delight of the Blonds.[/quote] [b]This has been OAOAST BACKTRACKER, presented by [color=#009900]The[/color] [color=#999900]Enterprise[/color][/b] You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent BUFFER Tthe following contest, one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from the OAOAST First Responders Unit...EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! Because real men don't respect authority Rescue 911 are booed by the male base in attendence, but cheered wildly by the ladies who love a man in uniform, especially two studs like Bosley and Tim who send chills down their backs just by winking at them. COLE Let me tell you what I love about the OAOAST, ladies and gentlemen. Today's athletes would demand immediate title bouts and matches with high-profile opponents. Not in the OAOAST. Here you have two young men, in Rescue 911, trying to establish a name for themselves by taking on some of the best tag teams in the OAOAST. Their record may be less-than-steller, true, but their defeats will go a long way in developing their character and skills as wrestlers. Sometimes you gotta fail to succeed, and I have a gut feeling we'll hear a lot from Rescue 911 in the years to come. COACH Geez, could you suck their d... Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime BUFFER Their opponents, representing The Enterprise and accompanied to the ring by their business consultant MACKENZIE DECENZO...from Beverly Hills, 90210, here are Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard...THE BEVERLY HILLS BLLLLLLOOOONDSSSSSSSSS! The Blonds make their red carpet arrival to much fanfare. The trio walk toward the ring and the white light caused by all the flashing bulbs from on-lookers wanting to snap a picture of greatness. Fortunately for the Blonds, they have protection in the form of highly expensive sunglasses! COACH Now here is a team you should be singing the praises of, Mikey. You know, actual winners. 3-time World tag team champions. Rich AND famous. COLE There's no disputing the greatness of the Beverly Hills Blonds. Their attitude on the other hand... COACH ...is modern, baby. Ever since they dumped that old-timer Jim Cornette for Mackenzie DeCenzo, their wallets have gotten fatter and the mainstream is dying for these guys to hawk their products. COLE Say what you will about Jim Cornette, but the man instilled respect for the sport in Simon and Ned. Now all they respect is money and power. Take the piece of footage we saw moments ago featuring the mishandling of Los Diablos de Fuego. It's fitting the Blonds would end up with two other men who feel the same in fellow Enterprise associates Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. Mackenzie DeCenzo sets up shop ringside. Stage hands placing her DIRECTOR'S CHAIR in the Blonds corner. She takes her seat and cheers on Simon and Ned. * DING DING * After the pop and circumstance is over, the bell is rung and both teams are ready to go. Ned Blanchard and EMT Tim lean in for a lockup, but the Handsome Hustler pulls away at the last second and kicks Timmy in the gut. With his opponent stunned Ned unloads with heavy rights. He shoots the medic to the ropes and knocks him off his feet, driving the back of the elbow into the chest. Blanchard motions to the corner as he pulls the officer up, and rams him into the knee of Simon Singleton! Now the legal man Simon isolates Tim in the corner and delivers stinging knife-edge chops and forearm blows. SIMON Whoooooooooo! (to Officer Bosley) :P Tim's backed against the ropes and clubbed hard across the shoulders. Simon stays on the attack, whipping Tim to the far side and drills him with a brutal dropkick flush to the jaw. Simon then decks Officer Bosley, allowing him and Ned to hit their DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK on EMT Tim! COLE The Blonds about to put Rescue 911 out of their misery. Here's the cover. ONE... TWO... SIMON :huh: KICKOUT!? According to Simon, whose exaggerated facial expressions would lead you to believe Tim is Hulking Up on him despite the fact he leapt up on his own. Ned helps EMT Tim back to his feet and wags his finger in Simon's face Hogan style, brother, even going as far as to cup the ear! COACH Oh, my God! He IS Hulking Up! COLE Give me a break. The Blonds treating this match like a joke. How embarrassing it must be for Tim, a man who serves his community as an EMT when not wrestling, being humiliated on worldwide television. Tim knows it as well and fights back, landing an elbow upside Blanchard's head! Simon goes right for Tim's eyes, jabbing the thumb into the socket, something that would stop any man outside of a low blow. Tim is on the verge of being smashed into the top turnbuckle when he puts his foot on the middle rope, effectively blocking the move, then catches Singleton with an elbow to the gut and sends him into the buckle instead! The EMT wails away on Simon, hip tossing him out of the corner and back into the ropes to tag fellow First Responder Officer Bosley. The 6'5" officer and a gentleman patiently waits on the apron as Tim Irish whips Simon, leveling him on the rebound with a back elbow. He then slingshots Bosley into the ring...BIG SPLASH! ONE... TWO... TH--KICKOUT! Rattled, Simon instinctively drives his knee into the gut as he's brought up and heads to the top. Double axe handle...INTO A BOOT TO THE FACE! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bosley quickly follows up with a fisherman's suplex! ONE... TWO... THREE--NO! The pin is broken up by Ned, who's scolded on the way back to his corner by referee Earl Hebner. Little does Blanchard know, since he spends too much time jawing with ringside fans, a tag has been made. Officer Bosley scoopes Simon in a bearhug as EMT Tim springboards to the top and nails a dropkick! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! The inexperience of Tim is evident when he sends Simon in for a ride towards his side of the ring, enabling him to make a blind tag to the Handsome Hustler. Not realizing his mistake at the time Tim then makes the error of tipping his next move, lowering his head for a backdrop. The veteran Singleton sees it and leapfrogs over the top, all while continuing his stride across the ring. Tim keeps his focus on Simon since he didn't see the tag, leaving himself vulnerable from behind, and like a shark smelling blood in the water Ned Blanchard steps in and CLIPS Tim's legs as Simon simultaneously wallops him with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK! COACH DAYUM~! COLE Welcome to the pros, kid. That's just great tag team wrestling on the part of the Beverly Hills Blonds. They exploited the rookie's mistake and made him pay dearly. But the Blonds aren't prepared to end the bout anytime soon. Still upset from being shown up by Rescue 911, the Blonds plan to film more fight scenes before calling it a wrap. Ned re-shoots the turnbuckle scene from earlier, where Tim blocked Simon's turnbuckle smash, but he's unable to do so here. Blanchard hammers the EMT in the corner, stomping a mudhole and walking it dry. MACKENZIE (directing) Beautiful. Beautiful, Neddy. Now give me a suplex and an elbow smash from the top. One take is all Blanchard needs to perform both moves. Simon is then called to the set. Ned turning over the reigns to his partner. The Blonds introducing a new double-team maneuver to their already vast arsenal, a back suplex suplex that sees Simon float over and splash down onto his opponent! COACH Wow. That like a [u]jump cut[/u] you'd see in a 1930s movie. The Blonds are innovative, no doubt about it. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! COACH On, come on. Accept the fact you're gonna lose Bosley. COLE Rescue 911 didn't come to here to collect a pay check, they came to win. And until that 3 count is made they believe they still have a chance. COACH Not if Ned hits this. Coach is speaking of the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, which is perfectly executed. Officer Bosley tries to buy his partner some time by entering the ring and refusing to exit. The Blonds are too smart for that. They know every trick in the book and even added some! So they make an exchange and climb to the top of opposite corners. Bosley doing a heckuva job distracting the referee, but will it be enough to stop the dropping of the ATOMIC BLOND? YES! Thanks to two people dressed as SHEEP. They swipe the Blonds legs out from under them, crotching Simon and Ned on the turnbuckles! The Blonds straddle the top rope before falling back inside the ring, both rising to their feet in excruciating pain as they hold onto the family jewels. Mackenzie flipping out over what she's seeing. She rushes backstage as the Sheeps follow the Blonds in and... SIMON :o ...wipe Simon out to the floor with a double dropkick! Ned staggers his way into the arms of one of the sheep who scoops him up for a tombstone, the crowd erupting as they now realize the men under the blood stained sheep heads. The other sheep dives off the middle rope...THE SODIMIZER! COACH It's Los Diablos de Fuego! COLE Oh, now we don't know that. I don't recall Moracca and Mariachi ever wearing sheep heads. COACH Los Diablos, El Ovéja. Put two and two together, stupid! Officer Bosley conveniently ends his unwarranted questioning of referee Hebner as the Sheeps leave to a hero's reception. Tim crawls over and covers Ned! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Mackenzie DeCenzo on her way back with the rest of The Enterprise, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. COACH Hurry up, fellas. Hurry! ONE... COLE They're not gonna make it on time. COACH (urgently) Yes, they will. Yes, they will. TWO... Christian Wright is first to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and drops a... THREE! ...double axe handle onto Tim's back, but it's too late! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners...RESCUE 911~! Theodore and Christian kick EMT Tim out of the ring in a fit of rage while Mackenzie throws a tantrum outside, screaming at the top of her lungs. Wright and Moneymaker want answers, but they're not getting them from the referee. Earl steps out on the floor and raises the hands of an exuberant Rescue 911. COLE Officer Bosley and EMT Tim pick up their first win thanks to a little help from...giant sheep! COACH A little help? That was a lotta help! How can Rescue 911 accept a win like that? I know I couldn't. COLE Believe me, a lot of people would, and you'd be one of them. What a wild night it's been, and there's still more to come! Stay with us! HeldDOWN~! continues after this brief time out. Still photo: Earl Hebner raising the hands of Rescue 911. [i]Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency[/i] Back from break, and backstage in the Enterprise locker room with Tony Schiavone. The Beverly Hills Blonds going nuts in the background, tossing chairs and luggage. Christian Wright and Mackenzie DeCenzo trying to calm them down. SCHIAVONE We're back live on the air. A very chaotic situation, to say the least. The Beverly Hills Blonds downed by Rescue 911 moments ago on TS-- SIMON For guys who are supposed to protect and serve, Rescue 911 sure did a lot of rulebreaking. They used closed fists, made numerous illegal saves and purposely distracted the referee while Los Diablos de Fuego, like the little bandits that they are, stole the match right out from under us. You saw it. Everybody saw it. We had that match won, damnit! SCHIAVONE There's no denying you guys had the match won on a number of occasions, but rather than go for the pin you decided to toy around with your opponents, and it came back to bite you. THEODORE Shut your trap and open your ears, little man. People try to portray us as racist for our problems with Los Diablos. Uh-uh. It isn't about race. No, it's bigger than that. It's about money. MY MONEY! They tried to get rich and famous off my name. Every entertainment program and magazine covered the incident where Los Diablos drove me face-first into the steel ramp and kissed me. Kissed me, little man. And these weren't two chicks either. Now...now I'm gonna drive them out of the OAOAST and out of the country! NED (shouting) They keep baiting us. They keep baiting us, man. SCHIAVONE (to camera) Yeah, well, I'd say it's the other way around. Michael, I think Los Diablos de Fuego just got themselves a little payback for what the Blonds did to their beloved mascot last week. Back to you.

Beverly Hills Blonds vs. Rescue 911

The show is up in Home Entertainment. PR's match will be edited in once its received. Let me know if anyone got left out of the credits, and I have a feeling it might involve War Games.

Not surprise to see the show turned out great. Amazing considering how its supposed to be a throwback to the days of Saturday morning wrestling! There were a couple of announcer mix ups, but nothing that'd hurt the show. KC had some fun with that given the various comments throughout the show. Deon Black/Alf vs. Brock & Bo: Alf's Ben Roethlisburger line was gold and yellow. Get it? Gold and yellow. Steelers colors. Yeah, anyway, good match to start the show. Back-and-forth action and a fun closing sequence. MORE MARIA! Right, KC? Heat vs. Reject and O'Hara vs. PR: What more can you say? EWC knows how to put a lot of action into his matches. Out of the two I'd have to say I enjoyed O'Hara-PR the most. Jamie's a guilty pleasure, and PR's really stepped it up in the last couple months. James Riggs debut: Prince Killings!! Cool entrance and a unique finisher to separate him from the pack. Eski mentioned a few weeks ago how if the OAOAST were WWE then Deon Black wouldn't be known under that name. The same can be said for Stacey Robertson and Staci Robert. Different sounding, true, but you'd know that'd confuse the hell outta them. Star Trek jokes aside, the Enterprise makes for a cool stable. KC knows what I thought about the promo. Excellent stuff. HI-GATE match: Non-stop action. The cartwheel on the top rope was probably my favorite part of the match. Didn't expect to see an angle done afterward. War Games: Freakin' awesome. Just how awesome? I marked for the reading of the rules. If only the 5 most exciting words in wrestling had been uttered. Zack getting knocked out before even entering then coming back a house afire was pretty badass. Then the finish. I don't think you'd find a man alive who'd question Maddix for surrendering. Rodez didn't fare too well at the end. He got his ass kicked like Animal and Hulk Hogan in past War Games. Match of the Night: War Games is the obvious choice, so I'll be different and say Black/Alf-Bo/Brock. Line of the Night: "And when it's all said and done, Brock, you two are gonna feel like Ben Roethlisburger after a bike ride...because you're gonna CRASH and BURN!" -- Alfdogg

Send everything to me, btw.

A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production OAOAST CREATED BY Tony149 CWM Anglesault EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu DIRECTED BY King Cucaracha Tony149 GRAPHICS BY Papacita WRITTEN BY Alfdogg Ed Wood Caulfield King Cucaracha Pheonix Fury Legdrop Tony149 Zack Malibu © 2006 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 on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! "ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND AROUND THE WORLD..." SCHIAVONE The OAOAST has returned to it's spiritual home, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, and we come to you in front of a raucous, sell-out crowd for a very special edition of OAOAST Syndicated! Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura, on a truly historic night in OAOAST history. Our way of thanking you fans for making OAOAST Wrestling the #1 rated program in all of syndication. Later on in this programme, the most gruelling, punishing and exciting match in professional wrestling comes to syndicated television for the first time, as we bring you WAR GAMES!! For just the fourth time in OAOAST history, two rings surrounded by one cage. No escape, no mercy, one man will have to submit tonight! It's The Wildcards and their SWF compatriot Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix up against four of the most popular men in OAOAST history, The Global Party Exchange, Leon Rodez and of course Zack Malibu! VENTURA Four of the OAOAST's poster boys, you might say. But they've gotta be more than just pin-ups and faces for the company. Tonight they're gonna have to go to war! You can be damn sure Bruce Blank and his buddies will be ready, I just hope Team OAOAST is! SCHIAVONE In addition to that monumental match, we'll also see Tha Puerto Rican in action as he finally gets his hands on Jamie O'Hara, one on one. Plus a dream prospect, as for the first time ever Brock Ausstin will team with the OAOAST 24/7 Champion Bohemoth to take on the mighty, Manitoba Mammoth and the Canadian Champion Alfdogg in tag team action. We'll have the HI-GATE Brave Cup on the line. Plus, the in-ring debut of James Riggs who has a lot to live up to, with his rather high opinion of himself. VENTURA You sound surprised Tony. He's a professional wrestler, of course he's got a high opinion of himself! SCHIAVONE That from the man who wrote the book on the subject, folks. We are with you absolutely live for the next two hours and without any further ado, let's goooo to the ring!

SCHIAVONE SON OF A BITCH! Loud booing, perhaps the most ever heard inside an arena anywhere in the world, drowns out the shriek of pain from Rodez. Malibu, infuriated, hops up on the wall of the cage, shouting at his foe...who responds by smashing the wall of the cage with the bat, sending Zack hopping back down to ringside! VENTURA We knew what this was going to be, Tony. We knew, and they sure as hell all knew. It's not surprising that Blank and his boys are looking to take it to the next level, but to have to endure what Zack has endured, and now be the one to have to sit and watch, even for those few moments, as the people who stepped up to help him are brutalized, has got to be affecting his fragile mental state! Leon, just like earlier, tucks and rolls, trying to get out of range of an assault. The barbed wire from the bat has opened up cuts on his lower torso. Blank now looks to his partner Cortez, checking on his condition, and together the two of them step out of Ring One and into Ring Two, where Jax and Static are paired off with Maddix and Bloodshed. Bloodshed pulls away from Jax, who is bleeding heavily from above his eye, and Cortez runs in and crushes him with a leaping corner splash before he and Bloodshed take an arm and whip him out of the corner, towards Blank, who stands waiting with the bat. Jax is sent forward, but he DUCKS THE BAT SHOT~! and bounces off the ropes, cracking Bruce on the rebound with his trademark YAKUZA KICK~! that staggers the big man, sending him falling back to the ropes! Jax hits the ropes again, but now Cortez and Bloodshed get in the way...only to be blasted by a double clothesline from Jax! SCHIAVONE Johnny Jax, the most recent entrant and thus the freshest for Zack's team, is taking it to the three Wildcards! Jax reaches down and picks up Bloodshed, pressing him over his head and hurling him from Ring Two back into Ring One! Before he can turn around however, Cortez crawls across the mat and hits a low blow, and Cortez and Blank then decimate him with a combination Cortez sweep kick/big boot from Blank! VENTURA The numbers game again gets put into effect, because it just took two of them to take out Johnny Jax! Angered, Static comes away from his being tied up with Maddix, and leaps onto the back of Bruce Blank! Quickly, Bruce tosses his bat aside and reaches up, snapmaring Scotty over to the canvas...and upon landing, he's prone for a basement dropkick from Cortez! The lumbering redneck hits the ropes as fast as he can, coming off and then drops his huge tree trunk leg across the throat of Scotty Static, another double team effort successful in taking out a member of the GPX! Bruce gets up and reclaims his bat, standing over Static and pressing the side of it alongside his forehead...and then quickly pulls back on it, raking the razor sharp wire across Static's face! SCHIAVONE This is torture! This is company sanctioned TORTURE! In Ring Two, Blank, Maddix and Cortez pummel the GPX mercilessly, beating on both Hooligans with vicious intent. In Ring One, both Bloodshed and Leon Rodez are wounded and aching, and Bruce Blank steps over one set of ropes, and then over the other so that he's in Ring One, looming over Zack Malibu's Usual Suspect partner. "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" The crowd reaction is thunderous, shouting at officials and hoping that Father Time moves faster than he has been, because Zack Malibu will be able to enter the ring and turn the tide. Malibu, desperate to get into the match, paces ringside, glaring through the holes in the cage as he has to sit by and watch his three allies suffer despite their best abilities. :10 :09 SCHIAVONE THE COUNTDOWN IS ON! VENTURA In just a few seconds, the roof is going to blow off this place, Schiavone! :06 :05 :04 SCHIAVONE He's ready, Jess, he's more ready for this than anything in his life! :02 :01 *BZZZT!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the final entrant in the contest, ZAAAAAAAACK MALIBU. Now, The Match Beyond can begin, only to end on a submission or a surrender! The crowd EXPLODES as the door swings open and Malibu races up the steps...AND GETS BLASTED WITH A BIG BOOT FROM BRUCE BLANK~! Malibu flies off the steps and down into the guardrail, and now the monsterous redneck steps out of the cage, trailing his rival! VENTURA What the...you can't leave a cage during War Games, that's the whole POINT OF IT BEING THERE! SCHIAVONE Blank didn't want Malibu coming in, but he's coming out after him! Slamming the door behind him, Blank comes and takes Malibu by the head, bringing him over to the wall of the cage and hurling him facefirst into it! Malibu bounces off the cage wall and falls on all fours, only to be doubled over with a soccer kick from the Southern sadist! SCHIAVONE There's carnage in the ring, and now there's chaos on the outside as well! Malibu struggles to get up, but as he does, Blank leans over the railing and shoves a twenty-something fan on his ass, stealing the man's ringside seat! Folding it up in his grasp, Blank brings the chair up over his head and then down onto the crown of Malibu's, the end result being a blow that echoes throughout the arena like a gunshot! VENTURA He laid him out before he even set foot in the ring, Tony! Blank stands over Malibu's body and takes the chair length-wise, ramming the edge of it down into Zack's throat and choking him out! Malibu wearily tries to fight it off, but can't do much after being knocked senseless. Suddenly, security and staff come flocking to ringside, deflecting the debris hurled by fans at Bruce Blank and try to get the redneck away from Malibu so that War Games can continue the proper way! SCHIAVONE We've got two rings surrounded by a steel cage, and an arsenal that would make a government operative jealous, and yet Bruce Blank just couldn't allow Zack Malibu to get inside those cage walls! VENTURA Blank might not look like a scholar, but he's a smart man. He came at Zack with some outside the box thinking. We knew about the obvious things tonight...the weapons, the numbers advantage, all of that was known heading in. What Zack Malibu did not expect is that the moment where he was expected to save the day, the moment where he was to shine, that he'd be blindsided and eliminated from this contest! SCHIAVONE And if he can't get into that cage, what does that mean? Will the OAOAST be able to send someone else out here? VENTURA You know anyone who WANTS that job? After being lured away from Zack, Blank reaches over and snags Michael Buffer's microphone, addressing his victim. BLANK Zacky boy! C'mon Zacky, this match can't end until we're all inside that cage together! Whaddya say we get you up and get you in there, huh? Blank motions for Zack again, but the staff keeps him at bay, as doctor's check the huge laceration across the top of his head. Blank shoves several people down, making his way to Zack, but he's driven back by the sheer number of people so that the medics can do their job. Blank laughs all this off, bickering with fans as he gets pelted with garbage. On his own will, he climbs back up the steps and opens the cage door, shouting for Zack to "come and get him"! SCHIAVONE That sick, sick son of a bitch. He's laid out Zack Malbu on the floor, and kept the numbers game in his favor...not to mention he's prolonging the matchup by doing so! VENTURA You called it torture before, Tony, and that's what he's doing. Bruce Blank has corralled the GPX and Leon Rodez, three people who decided to include themselves in Zack's war with The Wildcards, and he is punishing them for their actions! As the door shuts behind him, Blank grabs the recovering Leon Rodez in a full nelson, hoisting him off his feet and planting him with a full nelson slam on the canvas! Calmly, the big man reclaims his trusty equalizer and runs it along the wall of the cage, looking out at Zack Malibu, who is being helped to his feet down on the floor. SCHIAVONE He's so damn non-chalant about it! I don't think Blank even considers this a matter of winning or losing, as long as he can get under Zack's skin! VENTURA I'm pretty sure he's succeeded tenfold when it comes to that! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static pressed under the bottom rope, against the wall of the cage, placing his foot on his throat. Bloodshed tugs at the eyes of Johnny Jax, raking his face back as he sits on his back, and then starts viciously crossfacing him, beating him into a daze. Cortez switches off, helping both of his partners work the GPX over, until he's motioned by Blank to join him in Ring One. SCHIAVONE Blank calling for Cortez to join him now, and one can only wonder what's in store for Leon Rodez, who has taken perhaps more punishment than anyone in the ring tonight! Blank points to Leon with his bat, nodding for Cortez to bring Leon to his feet. Cortez obliges, and sets Leon in a standing headscissors. He reaches down and grabs him by the waist, yanking him up in the air...but as Leon is risen off the mat, he reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage, not allowing Cortez to bring him down! VENTURA He blocked the powerbomb attempt! Cortez pulls and pulls, and finally Leon's grip slips...BUT AS HE FALLS HE COUNTERS WITH A RANA THAT TAKES CORTEZ OVER! The crowd roars as Leon hops to his feet, but Blank swings for the fences with the baseball bat...AND IT'S DUCKED! JAB! JAB! JAB! JAB! Leon Rodez opens fire with his quick, educated right hands, but as he spins around for the parting shot, Cortez grabs him by the throat and lifts, dropping him with a modified powerbomb! SCHIAVONE URBAN ASSAULT! The crowd dies down as quickly as they picked up when Leon made his brief comeback. Cortez, after taking him down, locks the bad leg in a single leg crab, yanking on it and causing Leon to scream in pain, even as Blank comes and starts dropping elbows on his sternum! VENTURA They're doubling up on the most wounded party! This match is going to end very soon, Tony! SCHIAVONE It can't end until Zack gets in the ring! VENTURA IF Zack can get in the ring! Zack, who has been sat down and observed at ringside, finally comes to and starts shoving people away from him left and right. Medics, security, road agents, no one is safe, as Malibu starts flipping out at ringside! Malibu gets up and charges for the door, to the loudest pop you'll ever hear...and poor Charles Robinson goes FLYING as Malibu shoves him off the steps and sets into the ring himself! SCHIAVONE MALIBU IS IN! ZACK MALIBU IS UP AND IN THE RING! The bell sounds, signalling that we're now entering the final portion of the match. Fueled by the fans and his own personal rage, Malibu comes in the ring, and an unhappy Blank approaches...but stops dead in his tracks after Malibu splashes his face with something that causes the big man to scream loudly! VENTURA What the hell... With Blank frozen in place, Malibu takes what he's got and pours some on Cortez's head, causing Cortez to shout out in agony as well, and break his hold on Leon Rodez! After saving his partner, Malibu turns and blasts Blank across the head with what he's got, and then lets it fall to the canvas. The cameras close in on the object, and Malibu, ever the opportunist, swiped a bottle of ALCOHOL from the medical kit on the floor! SCHIAVONE That's a bottle of alcohol! That'll dry out any wound... VENTURA ...and blind you just as easily! Bruce Blank can't hurt what he can't see! For the first time in his life, Blank is helpless and unable to defend himself, as Malibu picks up the bat that he dropped. Standing before Blank, Zack cocks the bat back and swings, catching Bruce across the ribs! He steps over and swings again, this time cracking him between the shoulder blades and dropping him to one knee! Cortez, who wasn't blinded by the alcohol but just stunned, gets up and tries to rush Zack, but Malibu turns his head and sees him coming, and cracks the streetwise superstar with a SCHOOL'S OUT, knocking Cortez out with the fatal blow! SCHIAVONE Cortez goes down! Bruce is helpless! TEAM OAOAST IS COMING BACK! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static set up for a suplex, but Scotty blocks, and then lifts Maddix off his feet and drops him between the ropes and the cage wall, then takes the back of his head and starts ramming it repeatedly against the wall of the cage! Seeing Jax having trouble with Bloodshed, Scotty backs away from Maddix, and gets the bat from Zack, who voluntarily tosses it into Ring Two! Jax, in a last ditch effort to save himself from the assault, powers out of the corner and wraps his arms around Bloodshed's waist, shoving him forward...RIGHT INTO A RUNNING BAT SHOT ACROSS THE FOREHEAD FROM SCOTTY STATIC! VENTURA They're on the comeback trail...but why would Zack get rid of the bat? Like any good question, the answer is imminent, as within seconds, Malibu reaches into his boot and pulls out his own hidden object. Metallic with three prongs on the end of it, Zack Malibu now brandishes a FORK, and digs it into the head of Bruce Blank, peeling back his flesh with an object normally used to eat a salad! SCHIAVONE HE'S GOT A FORK! ZACK MALIBU IS CUTTING BRUCE BLANK OPEN WITH A FORK! Blank shouts and screams, but the pleas fall on deaf ears, as none of his teammates are in the shape to help him! Being that they're the only ones in the arena who actually would, Blank is shit out of luck, as Malibu goes to work, running a cut across the length of his forehead before leading him over to the ropes. Malibu takes Blank's head and presses it down on the top rope, pushing his throat hard onto it...then he leans over and tugs on the middle rope while forcing Bruce down, pulling the middle rope over the top rope and trapping Blank's head between the strands! VENTURA He's got him trapped! Blank has nowhere to go! SCHIAVONE And if he doesn't get himself untangled, he's going to run out of oxygen! Blank kicks his legs, his eyes tearing from the alcohol that has blinded him and put him in this position. With Bruce's head trapped, Malibu takes the barbed wire bat again and starts WAILING on Bruce's back, each shot ripping at his shirt and his flesh, until Malibu tears the remains of the shirt off and starts raking the bat across his back, peeling the flesh back at a rapid pace! Over in Ring Two, Static has found Bloodshed's spike, but as he picks it up, Maddix swings him around...only for Static to take his legs out from under him! Holding Landon's two legs in the air, Scotty shows the crowd the spike, and drops to his knees, jabbing the sharp point of the spike into an area that NO MAN wishes a sharp object to go near! VENTURA That's just WRONG! Maddix starts screaming and kicking to get away, but Static drags him by the legs towards the center of the ring, and threatens to make another play for the sore spot, until Maddix's panic leads to words that his allies certainly did not want him to say. "Nnnnnn...nnNOOOOOOOOOOOO...NO...I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!" SCHIAVONE HE GAVE UP! LANDON MADDIX HAS SURRENDERED! THE WILDCARDS JUST LOST WAR GAMES! VENTURA There's a certain part of me that doesn't blame him, Schiavone! The bell sounds, and the fans go WILD, as Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, and the GPX are triumphant. Immediately upon the bell sounding the door opens, and officials try to quell the madness, since there is no need for more. Malibu, of course, is the toughest to seperate, as he leans in to Bruce's trapped head and mouths in his ear the ominous words "I'm not done with you, you son of a bitch!" The cleanup crew has hit the ring, and Megan Skye rushes in, running right for Landon to check on his (and his "little friends") condition. SCHIAVONE It's madness inside the cage, because even though they've gotten the victory, they don't want to let this go! The GPX put their hands up as officials block them off from Maddix and Megan, and even Bloodshed, who sits himself up against the corner and wipes the blood from his eyes. Malibu is kept back by a wall of officials as Blank's head is freed from the ropes, and he simply collapses to the mat out of exhaustion and lack of oxygen, which has to make everyone in the arena happy. Rodez, who rolled to the spot in between rings, is helped to his feet by Charles Robinson and Nick Patrick...but as the two referees help him to his feet, Todd Cortez, recently recovered from the School's Out, comes and snags him by the head, pulling him away from the referees... VENTURA What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick! SCHIAVONE Oh no... VENTURA Holy... Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~! SCHIAVONE No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER! VENTURA HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY! Upon seeing this, Malibu bolts through the wall of people keeping him at bay, tackling Cortez to the canvas and unloading on him! Everyone tries to get Malibu off of him, but then the GPX start fighting THEM for interfering with Malibu's attack! SCHIAVONE It's chaos in the cage! Everything is going to hell! Cortez manages to roll away in the madness, with the GPX fighting through security to try and get at him, while Zack crawls over to Leon. Zack looks at him, and the cameras show a glazed look in Leon's eyes as he lays perfectly still. Malibu screams "HE'S NOT MOVING! SOMEONE HELP HIM, HE CAN'T MOVE!" as loud as he can, and time suddenly stands still. OAOAST staff stop worrying about everything and anything and rush to Leon's side, checking on him but being sure not to jar his body or move him in the slightest. The Wildcards have been led out of the cage, and despite the loss tonight, despite their condition, they know that mentally, they still came out ahead. Malibu walks to the wall of the cage and screams for a stretcher, shouting "WE NEED HELP OUT HERE! NOW!" as two more medics, wheeling a stretcher, and even Anglesault himself charge out from the back. Zack turns back to his friend, who is still motionless, while the camera cuts to a shot of The Wildcards, Maddix, and Megan, looking like they just stepped out of a car wreck...and HAPPY ABOUT IT. VENTURA Tony, I fully admit that sometimes I advocate unfair play. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat. Tonight, I mean, it's par for the course for The Wildcards to cross the line, but this is uncalled for. SCHIAVONE A man's career may now hang in the balance, again due to the unfortunate plague of ultraviolence that has been let loose on the OAOAST. Zack Malibu's team walks out with a checkmark in the win column, but the real story here is that The Wildcards have once again brutalized one of the OAOAST's brightest stars. On that note, the camera cuts back to the ring, where Rodez is slowly being slide under the ropes and onto the stretcher, as the cage is lifted off the ground. Malibu and the GPX hover over the medical staff and watch on, and fans are on their feet, checking with concern. A neckbrace is fastened to Leon's neck, and it's then that the scene fades out, leaving what should have been a night of celebration to end on a somber note.

We cut back to the arena to a wide shot of the most fabled structure in wrestling, the double ring cage, which has been lowered into position. The crowd are buzzing as we get a quick tour around the cage, both outside and from out entrepid cameramen inside. Meanwhile, at the door to Ring One stands Michael Buffer, as it's time for war! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time... for your MAIN EVENT of the evening! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Well, here we go Jesse! Roll up your socks and get ready for war! VENTURA What an atmosphere Schiavone, unbelievable! BUFFER Tonight, the personal grudge between two opposing factions will come to a head, in the environment that has been etched in wrestling folklore like no other, in WAR GAMES!! At this time, the rules of War Games. War Games consists of seven periods, with the 1st period lasting 5 Minutes. All other periods with last for 2 Minutes. The first member of each team, as specified earlier in the night, will enter the ring and the first period will begin. At the end of the five minute period, the team which wins the referee's coin toss will send in a second man, giving their team a 2 to 1 advantage. Two minutes there after, the opposing team sends in their second man, evening the odds. After period 3, the winners of coin toss sends in their third man. Teams alternate during the remaining periods until all eight men have entered War Games, at which point, The Match Beyond shall begin! The only way to win is via Submission or Surrender! There will be no pinfalls, no countouts and no disqualifications. War Games only ends when a combatants makes any one member of the opposing team surrender. With the rules out of the way, the crowd give another loud roar. BUFFER Wrestling fans, ARE YOU READY? "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... ARE... YOU... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - EEEEEEAAAADDYY!!?!!?!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world on syndicated television... ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! "I walk a lonely road..." "The only one that I have ever known..." "Don't know where it goes..." "But it's home to me and I walk alone." The crowd collectively crap on "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", but more specifically the four men that it plays to the ring. Leading the way is Bruce Blank, dressed for a fight and tooled up for a fight, with his trusty barbed wire baseball bat slung over his shoulder. Bruce jaws away at the fans who thrust their pro-Zack and anti-SWF signs in his path, just to wind the bigman up. Following regimently behind are Todd Cortez and Bloodshed, eyes focused ahead, not playing to the crowd at all. They're already in the proverbial 'zone', it seems. "I walk this empty street... "On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams." "Where the city sleeps... "And I'm the only one and I walk alone." But we have to go back a little further for their partner, as Landon Maddix and Megan Skye bring up the rear. And far from focused or daunted by the War Games structure, Landon is actually posing at the head of the aisle. Maddix eventually follows his three team-mates down, smugly declaring that he's 'ready for war', despite his cocky exterior. BUFFER Coming to the ring at this time, the team representing the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation! Accompanied to the ring by MEGAN SKYE! Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... he weighs two hundred, fifteen pounds, LANDON "LA CUCARACHAAAAA" MMMAAAAADDIIIIIXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And introducing THE WWWIIILLLDCARDS! First, at two hundred, twenty-five pounds... BLLLLLOOOOODDSSSHHHHHEEEEEDD!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" From 'Hollywood Boulevard'... two hundred, twenty six pounds... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TTOOOOOODD CCOOOOORRRRRTTEEEEEZZZZZ!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And finally, the man leading his team into battle... he is "The Redneck Superman" and already one of the most controversial superstars in OAOAST history, ladies and gentlemen, this is BBRRRRRUUUUUCCEEEEE... BBLLLLLAAAAANNKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE A hostile reception, no more than these four are used to after their downright despicable acts ever since The Wildcards arrived in the OAOAST at the helm of Zack Malibu. The OAOAST has never been the same since and now, they join forces with Landon Maddix, looking to destroy four of the most recognisable faces in the company's history. VENTURA For as long as I can remember, people have been trying to knock Zack Malibu off of his perch. But nobody, nobody in the history of the OAOAST has gone to the lengths that Bruce Blank has, along with his Wildcard running buddies. They made this beyond personal and they pushed Zack to the edge. Tonight might be the night they send him spiralling the rest of the way into oblivion. They may be more powerful than ever after tonight. SCHIAVONE That's not a prospect that bears thinking about Jesse. The SWF team assemble at the door to Ring Two, the closest to the announce table. Luckily, with Tony and Jesse somewhere up in the cheap-seats there's no Coach or Cole around, meaning when Bruce slams his barbed bat down for safe keeping, only the fans closest are startled. Referee Nick Patrick is the man with the short straw guarding the door, keeping his distance from the foursome as he opens the door up... ...for Landon Maddix. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon looks for some high-fives on his way into the cage, but only Bruce obliges. So, with a quick kiss from Megan for good luck, Landon enters the War Games structure and takes it all in. Suddenly, Landon doesn't seem so cocksure of himself. SCHIAVONE Well, this is a bit of a surprise. Landon Maddix starting out for 'Team Wildcard', 'Team SWF' if you prefer, not the man I expected to lead the way. VENTURA I'm not sure how much say he had in the decision, but you don't wanna underestimate this guy. His record in Cage Matches in that other company is virtually spotless. Tougher than he looks. Plus, it gives The Wildcards some heavier ammunition as the match goes on. As Landon runs the ropes, making sure not to get a lashing of cage on the way, the opening strains of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward bring the crowd to their feet! It doesn't take long for Zack Malibu to lead out the squadron, to another big roar, earning the fans a glowering from Bruce down at ringside. Behind Zack is his tag team partner, Leon Rodez. Much more serious than usual, although his cammo print robe and matching cammo print ring gear might be classed as a little goofy. No goofiness behind them as The GPX complete the team. BUFFER And, introducing their opponents! Representing THE ONE AND ONLY ANGLESAULT THREAD! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER At a combined weight of four hundred and thirty seven pounds... the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, SCOTTY STATIC and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GGLLOOBBAALL PPAARRTTYY... EEEEEXXXXXCCHHAAAAANNGGEEEEE!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER From Grand Rapids, Michigan... two hundred, twenty pounds, he is one of the most beloved superstars in the OAOAST... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLEEEEEOOOOONN... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER And finally the team captain! Stepping into war tonight, bent on revenge, he is the most recognisable superstar in OAOAST history! The former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... ZZZZZAAAAACCKK... MMMMMAAAAALLLLLIIIIIBBUUUUU!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE There they are, Team OAOAST, four men who at one time or another have been both close friends and sworn enemies. Infact, The Wildcards were brought in at Zack's request to take out The GPX in the first place. Add in Rodez's former association with The GPX and the tag team wars these four have had against each other and it's a combustable team. The past is the past though and these four must put their past differences aside if they're to survive tonight. VENTURA They're not just fighting for themselves tonight, Schiavone. They're not just fighting for Zack, or Candie or baby Jenna. They're fighting for the OAOAST! For each and every one of these people in the arena, watching in TV land and for everybody in the back. And me. So they'd better get along! SCHIAVONE The history is well documented. The reasons need no further explanation. It's time for war! And will tonight be the ultimate revenge for Zack Malibu, or the demise of his legacy and perhaps the future of this company as we know it? As Zack's team make it down to ringside, the first call of duty is for Leon Rodez, to hold Zack back from starting the match on the floor! The three Wildcards begin to move around to meet them but luckily the referees and cooler heads on the teams manage to prevent a brawl on the floor. SCHIAVONE The problem for the OAOAST team is that on the SWF team, Landon has his Land Of Nod, Cortez has at least two 'patented' submission holds capable of getting the win, plus whatever Bruce and Bloodshed have in their locker. Where-as on Team OAOAST, they don't really have a submission specialist in the team. And with that the only way to win, it might be a case of improvisation, without a go-to submission hold... VENTURA That we know of. Zack and co have known about War Games for a couple of weeks now, I'd like to think they've been working on some hold or another between them that'll earn a tapout. SCHIAVONE A good point Jesse. As the OAOAST foursome take their place by the door, off comes the robe as it'll be Leon Rodez to enter at number one! Rodez climbs into the doorway and fires up the crowd. He then takes a last pep-talk from Zack before weaving in through the ropes, the door shutting behind him... *DINGDINGDING!* ...and the bell sounding to signal the start of War Games! SCHIAVONE Rodez and Maddix to start, meeting for the first time since their battle at AngleSlam which "La Cucaracha" came up on the winning end of. From opposite rings Landon and Leon get their first looks at one another and predictably enough, the insults start flying as Leon steps out of Ring One and scrambles into Ring Two, trying to avoid being jumped in the process. He needn't worry though. As soon as Leon gets into Ring Two, Landon has gone the other way, escaping to Ring One and encouraging his adversary to 'calm down'. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Leon is quick to reverse and go back to Ring One though... ...but by the time he gets there, Landon is sneaking back into Ring Two. VENTURA Looks like Landon's stalling for time. But he ain't gonna be able to run for five minutes, surely! SCHIAVONE He might just be trying to lure Leon in here Jess. VENTURA Well he's doing it with the wrong guy if he is. No chance of Leon losing his cool. Left alone in Ring One Leon climbs up to the middle rope and encourages Landon to join him, but The Next Generation is passing the opportunity up. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Realising he's wasting his time, Leon steps over and out onto the apron, rushing into Ring Two. Landon scrambles out towards Ring One, but Leon has caught on to his cat and mouse game by now and ducks right back out towards the other ropes, covering that option. Both men are now faced off on the apron and it seems the cat has caught the mouse. Maddix panickily ducks right, then ducks left, faking an entry into Ring Two, before ducking right again...and getting caught with a clothesline, sending him spiralling over the top and into Ring One with a thud! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Alright, now we're getting started! Landon sits back up and begs off from Leon as finally both men are in the same ring. And Maddix's escape route is blocked by the small matter of a steel mesh wall, backed up against the cage as he looks for a time-out. No chance. Leon catches him with a boot to the gut and whips La Cucaracha off the other side, catching him on the rebound with a BAAAACKbody drop, Landon clipping the cage roof on the way up and down! With a clutch of the back Maddix comes right back up, still looking for that elusive time-out. His guard is otherwise down though, earning him a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! With a quick 360 of the crowd, Rodez blows the kiss to all... *SMACK!* ...and LANDS the enziguri, flipping Maddix inside out! SCHIAVONE Mama Said Knock You Out! And Leon Rodez might have done just that! Despite being down, dazed and looking up at the lights, the first thing Landon does is lift his arms overhead and call for a time-out. Rodez is determined to make him learn eventually though and hauls him up by the hair. Bruce is furious on the outside, yelling at his 'partner' to fight back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...as Leon fires off a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third! Landon is left on rubbery legs in the centre of Ring One as Leon points to the cage wall and openly asks, "Shall I?" The pounding on the cage wall from The GPX suggests he should, so Leon grabs Maddix by the hair and runs him in... but Maddix throws up his hands, latching onto the links of the cage, DESPERATELY blocking a face-first meeting with the steel! SCHIAVONE Rodez trying to bring the cage into play, but not if Maddix can help it! With his face inches away from the steel Maddix's arms are shaking as he clings on for all he's worth. Eventually he manages to throw an elbow back and catch Rodez in the abdomen, releasing himself and allowing him to turn the tables and throw Leon in... but Leon blocks as well! VENTURA It's every these two can do to prevent eating that cage! SCHIAVONE Every female fan watching is praying right now at home. VENTURA And probably some guys. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Managing to hold out from a face-grating experience just feet above his team-mates on the outside, Rodez finally shrugs away Maddix's grip... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lashes him with another knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! Rodez changes it up with a hard right hand next and knocks Landon down, giving him time to retreat to the corner. Up to the top rope he goes, waiting on Landon to turn back around. Turn around he does, but with Megan warning him of what's waiting, prompting him to rush at the corner and The Silky Smooth One perched up high. Thinking quickly, Leon reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage though, pulling himself up, just as Maddix crashes sternum first into the turnbuckles!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Amazing athleticism! VENTURA And he lands back on the ropes too, tremendous! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Sure enough, Leon is back on the top. And as Maddix stumbles back out into the centre of the ring, Rodez soars off the top, managing to avoid clipping the roof as he wipes out La Cucaracha with a Ricky Steamboat esque Crossbody Block!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rodez rolls right through and back to his feet with a grin for everybody in attendance. Not grinning are any of The Wildcards, with Megan nervously pounding the cage, trying to encourage Landon to get his game together. Right now, that's easier said than done though. Clearly winded, Landon crawls away towards Ring Two and that time-out he seems so desperate for. Rodez is quick to deny him yet again though as he grabs a hold of Maddix's boot and drags him back inside Ring One. And as if Landon wasn't winded enough already... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...there's a knifedge chop in his future! SCHIAVONE Leon, laying them in with a little extra sauce for the OAOAST! VENTURA What does that even mean? With his chest reddening, Maddix backs off into a corner and tries to catch a breather. Leon is right in on him though and climbs up to the middle rope, pinning The Next Generation in and raining down the right hands! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...wait for it... "TEN!" Hopping off the ropes, Leon wrings out the arm and whips Maddix across the ring and into the opposite corner. Bumping out, the already struggling Landon takes a punch deep in the gut, doubling him over in mid-ring as Leon hits the ropes. Making sure not to hit the cage on the way, back rebounds Leon with a high Million $ Kneelift! One lucky fan at ringside gets a souvenir for the evening; one of La Cucaracha's front teeth. And Landon might be getting his own souvenir of the night soon as well, that being a big-ass scar on his forehead, as Leon grabs him behind the head and directs him towards the wall of the cage! VENTURA What's he waitin' for, do it already! SCHIAVONE Leon, looking to see which side of the crowd wants it more! Eventually The Silky Smooth One decides on the north side, scooping Landon up over his shoulder and preparing to spear him into the steel. However, the hesitation gives Landon some time to come back to his senses and as Leon charges him towards the cage, Landon manages to slither down the back and escape. Leon puts on the brakes just short of the cage wall and wheels around to make good on his mistake... ...and gets thumbed in the eye!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Costly mistake by Rodez there. He took way too much time and it might just cost his team big-time, because he had everything going his way until now! Maddix has finally got some offence in, but his team are far from impressed. Bruce even goes so far as to yell at his team-mate to "Stop fightin' like a dang girl!", as he slouches over the ring ropes and gets his breath back. Dropping to one knee, Maddix then starts to fiddle with his right boot whilst Rodez is blindly feeling his way around the ring, being directed by The GPX. To be fair, Leon is only lacking vision in one eye. Which means he can see Landon coming towards him, but also means he can't react in time... ...AS MADDIX THROWS A HANDFUL OF POWDER INTO THE EYES!! VENTURA WOAH! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Faceful of powder and now Leon is even more incapacitated! And not surprisingly, Team SWF taking advantage of there being No Disqualifications to get ahead tonight! VENTURA It's war Schiavone, sometimes you've gotta fight dirty to win! As the cloud of powder hangs over the ring, Leon is left blindly swinging out at thin air. Maddix keeps his distance as the fists fly, waiting to pick his spot (through the smoke), which he does with a boot to the gut. Maddix then goes to work with clubbing forearm after clubbing forearm, making up for the early dominance of his opponent as he now beats him down to his knees. Shoving Rodez into the corner nearest the door, and his team-mates, Maddix then places a foot across the throat and starts to choke the life out of The Silky Smooth One, with Zack and The GPX just inches away but unable to help due to the cage wall in their way. Which becomes even more frustrating, as Maddix spits through the cage at the trio, sending Scotty Static into a rage as he leaps onto the cage and has to be pulled down by his partners! VENTURA That's really classy, huh? SCHIAVONE I don't think class is in Landon Maddix's vocabulary. The GPX can't get involved yet, but I've got a feeling Landon might regret that in due course. Pulling Leon out of the corner, Landon avoids another wild swing and goes to the gut with a knee. Snapmare puts Leon on his BUTT, leaving him wide open... *SMACK!* ...for a PUNTING kick, right to the spine! *SMACK!* ...and a second Dragon kick! Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, the red boot mark on Leon's back, Landon carefully measures him for what looks like a third kick. But at the least moment, Maddix fakes out on the kick and tumbles overhead, tweaking the neck with a Perfect Neck Snap! SCHIAVONE In the midst of all the spectacle and the feud between Bruce and Zack, we've got some smart wrestling here. Maddix realises that to win War Games, you need to earn a submission. And the Land Of Nod, his patented submission hold, works on the neck. VENTURA Picking a bodypart and working it over, as fundamental as wrestling gets. Rolling to his feet, Maddix spits and swats some imaginary gum. VENTURA And the cockiness to boot. Not what you're looking for in War Games, but who am I to complain about that? Maddix follows up with some boots, aiming for the neck now, a definate bullseye on Rodez's body. With a quick paintbrush across the face, Maddix then pulls The Silky Smooth One to his feet, locking him into a cravat! The Wildcards don't seem completely impressed again as Bruce can be seen asking Megan what her man is doing, putting on a headlock when there's a cage around waiting to be used. But Landon clearly knows what he's doing. Or, at least, what he wants to do. Because as he wrenches on the neck Rodez starts to rally! Zack, Static and Jax are all shaking the cage wall, routing behind Rodez as he comes up from his knees to his feet and buries in an elbow. Another. And a third, escaping the modified headlock. Maddix pops him with a quick forearm to keep control though, before grabbing top and tail, running Rodez in by the hair and the tights... *CLANG!* ...FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE WALL!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE The steel is tested for the first time tonight and sure enough, steel wins out against flesh. Frustrated at having to stand and watch helplessly, Zack turns away as The Wildcards are finally happy with their adopted brethren. Until he flashes a thumbs up their way, prompting Bruce to yell at him from across the way to stay on Rodez. Maddix does just that, putting the boots to the back of Leon's neck. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants seem to spur on Maddix more than anything as he speeds up with the stomps. Once Rodez's signs of fight have disappeared, Maddix then pulls him up and takes aim... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop, returning the favour from earlier! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...make it two! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and that's the trio! Rodez is backed up towards Ring Two now as Maddix lands another forearm, dropping him back against the ropes. With a desperation kick out Leon manages to keep Landon at bay for a moment, but in the next moment Maddix has lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the face, starting to rip and tear away to fend Leon off! SCHIAVONE Make no mistake, Maddix does have a meanstreak. Leon manages to push Maddix away, but he comes right back with a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs. Grabbing hold of the arm, Landon pulls Leon off the ropes and glances behind him. Seeing a cage wall. And smiling. Maddix quickly lands a forearm before setting Rodez up and whipping him across the ring, full pelt towards the cage. But although the back of Leon's head does strike the cage, he manages to absorb it, just enough to come stromin back and MOW Landon down with a clothesline!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Wow, what a clothesline! VENTURA A sudden explosion of energy and both men are down, centre of the ring! The perfect time, it seems, to get the formality of the coin toss over and done with. Getting the singla from the back, Charles Robinson produces a coin from his pocket and getting a nervous Zack's attention, he asks him to call. Bruce is left to complain across the other ring as to why he isn't getting to call, but they fall on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Zack gives a call of 'heads', as the coin bounces onto the arena floor... ...and as Team OAOAST peer in... ...their heads sink, as it comes up TAILS! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the coin toss are THE WILDCARDS... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER ...giving them the next entrant into this match. SCHIAVONE And that is bad news for Leon Rodez, because once these initial five minutes are up, he's going to be in a two on one disadvantage! VENTURA He ain't got much time either, we're about three and a half, four minutes gone already. He needs to try and take out Maddix before that clock runs down. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Both men are coming back to their feet now and the tension on Zack and The GPX's faces have risen as they encourage Leon on. It seems Landon has heard the announcement though and he decides to go back to Plan A, crawling off towards Ring Two and looking to stall for time. Rodez can't afford to be lured towards that ring though and he manages to catch Landon just in time, dragging him back into Ring One and spinning him around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...into a chop! But despite the beat-red chest, Landon fires back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and retaliates with a chop of his own! :20 SCHIAVONE Twenty seconds left until The Wildcards get a second man! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Landon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! Sensing the tides aren't flowing his way, Landon looks to cut the chop exchange short as he goes to the eyes... ...but straight out of a Three Stooges sketch, Leon blocks with the edge of his hand, and POKES LANDON IN THE EYES! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" :10 :09 As the counter ticks down in the corner of the screen, Leon takes a quick step back and winds up for a clothesline... :08 ...but despite the stinging eyes, Landon sees it coming and drops low... :07 ...clipping out Rodez's right knee! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Oh no! He got him in the knee! :06 VENTURA Just like AngleSlam, Rodez's injury comes back to haunt him! :05 :04 :03 As Rodez catches himself just short of planting face-first into the mat he hobbles off into a corner, trying to adjust the brace on the knee. Maddix follows right in though and like a shark that smells blood he zones in on the knee with some quick, hard stomps. On the outside Leon's team-mates despair at the turn in fortunes... :02 ...as outside Ring Two, Todd Cortez has stripped off the bulletproof vest and gets a last peptalk from Bruce Blank. :01 *BZZT!* As the buzzer goes Patrick unbolts the door and the fired up Urban Legend climbs into the fray! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards... TODD CORTEZ!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Quick as a flash Cortez flies through Ring Two and towards Ring One. But as soon as he steps to the apron he's called to a stop by Maddix, who has hung the right knee of Leon Rodez up across the middle rope and just finished putting the boots to it. He wastes no time in dishing out the orders to his just entered partner as he yells at him to "go for the knee". And Cortez does just that, running down the aprons and burying his foot into the trapped knee! SCHIAVONE Things couldn't be much worse for Leon Rodez right now. He's been in the action for five minutes already, his bad knee is being picked apart and he's now in a two on one situation. And those two just happen to be former SWF Tag Team Champions Landon Maddix and a 100% fresh Todd Cortez, formerly known as Martial Law. VENTURA Ah, but there is some good news Tony. SCHIAVONE Which is? VENTURA Well, rumour in the back is, he just saved a bundle on his car insurance by switching to Geico! HAHA! Maddix is happy to kick back and let Cortez take over. He even goes so far as he to lounge up onto the top rope, while Cortez puts the boots to the knee in the corner, Rodez unable to defend himself. SCHIAVONE Jesse please, this is bad news for the OAOAST right now! Leon's got to hold out for two minutes, two on one! VENTURA In all seriousness, there is some hope. These two aren't best buddies, so maybe they'll bust up here. It doesn't seem that way for now as Cortez now drags Leon out of the corner and snapmares him over, grabbing the right leg and stomping into the back of the knee. Keeping the leg pinned up, Todd then calls on Landon. Out of his makeshift hammock comes La Cucaracha, onto the middle rope as he soars off with a kneedrop, driven into the hamstring and leaving Leon writhing in agony! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" All the crowd support in the world isn't going to help now as Cortez and Landon circle their prey like vultures, taking their turns kicking out at the helpless Rodez. SCHIAVONE Team SWF getting the luck of the coin-toss here Jess and it's looking bleak all of a sudden. VENTURA Well, I fully expect Bruce to come in number four, so he's fresh as possible for Zack. So these four have got a good line-up going. You've got Landon and Todd, former partners, with Todd's partner Bloodshed probably in next, followed up by Bloodshed's partner Blank. Obviously they've thought about the line-up long and hard to get the best out of their team. The GPX are stewing on the floor, but Zack is trying to keep his cool, willing Leon to find the strength to fight back. He doesn't seem to be finding it though, as Cortez retreats into Ring Two. With a beaming smile, Landon then encourages the rest of Team OAOAST to wave goodbye to Leon, as he's thrown unceremoniously out of Ring One, collected in Ring Two by Cortez. And now Bruce and Bloodshed can get a closer look as Cortez scoops his opponent up, slamming him in the centre of the ring. Landon watches on from the outside of the ring, as Cortez lands a stinging kick to the back of the knee, then takes a jump past Rodez and wrenches the leg in a direction it really shouldn't go! SCHIAVONE They're just picking apart that knee now. Maybe it wasn't smart to send Leon, the man on the team with the lingering injury, into War Games first up. Entering the ring, Landon snatches the right leg while Cortez takes the left, his partner taking the lead as he starts counting down from five. As he reaches one, it leads to a very painful experience for Rodez as Landon and Todd make a wish, splitting Leon's nether regions in directions they really shouldn't go! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MADDIX C'MON PORNSTAR, WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW, HUH? Landon puts on the badmouth and it gets him a jab in the gut. He quickly shrugs it off though and boots Leon upside the head to quell his fire. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Landon now pulls Leon back up and stabs out at the knee with a kick. Around hops Leon on the good leg, swinging out at Landon in hope of suckering him with a punch. Maddix keeps ducking and diving out of reach though, buying time while Cortez sneaks up behind and lands a kick to the knee. Down to the other knee drops Leon, only to be pulled back up by Maddix who slides behind and drops him with a quick kneebreaker! Landon then hands him off to Cortez, who pulls The Silky Smooth One over with a Dragon Screw legwhip! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE This has to be the longest two minutes of Zack's life. VENTURA And The GPX. Like Bruce, I seriously doubt Zack'll be in before position four, when he can be fresh for their inevitable battle. With a wry smile, Maddix calls for a high-five from his partner. Cortez just looks at him like he's crazy but Maddix is so insistant that he eventually obliges, tagging hands and causing Landon to smile like a kid with the run of a candy store. SCHIAVONE There's definately some underlying tension there. Cortez takes a sideways glance at Maddix and shakes his head, as he blindly reaches behind him for a clutch of Rodez. However in turning his back he opens himself up to The Silky Smooth One, Rodez shoving him in the back... *CLUNK!* ...causing Cortez and Maddix to clock heads! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Maddix goes tumbling out through the ropes and out onto the aprons, while Cortez stumbles backwards. He goes right into Leon, who hopping on one foot can't risk doing too much. A right hand finds the mark. Another. Three, four, five... and a 'flying' forearm, knocking Cortez down but also giving himself a jarring landing. He hops back up to his feet though and fires up the crowd, getting a second wind! SCHIAVONE Leon, with the weight of the OAOAST behind him, is gallantly fighting the odds! VENTURA Now, what he ought to do is take a breather. Find a corner, fend whoever comes close off and wait for his team-mate's entry into the cage. That would be the mark of a lesser man though. Lesser, Leon is not. Instead he takes it to Cortez, *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with the much used knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and now, even more much used! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and yet MORE much used! The chops avoid the problem of using the knee of course, but the irish whip that follows doesn't, Leon having to gut through the pain as he whips Todd into the turnbuckles. Unable to run in, Rodez instead waits on Cortez to stumble out. A back elbow stuns him, setting up what seems to be Feedback THIS, the Sliced Bread #2. Cortez puts the blocks on it though and grabs a waistlock, lifting Rodez up for a German Suplex... ...but Leon's feet hit Landon on the apron... ...and that buys him time to kick back and HIT the Feedback THIS!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away rolls Cortez to recouperate, Bruce suddenly not so confident of how things are developing. Rodez hobbles back up and looks to go after Maddix. As he approaches him by the ropes though, in through the ropes sneaks Landon's leg, jabbing Rodez in the knee! SCHIAVONE Again to the knee! VENTURA That knee's gonna cause Rodez problems all through War Games, guaranteed. As Rodez falls to tend to the knee, Maddix checks to see if he's been busted open. Luckily for Megan he hasn't been though, so he's safe to carry on with the match, grabbing Rodez in a front facelock and setting him up for a suplex out onto the combined aprons! :10 :09 :08 As the timer winds down to entrant 4 and some assistance, Rodez tries desperately just to hang on and block. The arms and legs are wrapped around the ropes and no matter how hard Maddix tries, he can't lift Leon over! :07 :06 :05 SCHIAVONE We're going to even the odds in five seconds! :04 :03 Maddix is getting frustrated now and in his anxiety to get the suplex off, he climbs up to the middle rope, looking for some extra height and leverage... :02 :01 ...but even that isn't helping, as the door opens, the crowd rise... *BZZT!* ...and like a MAN POSSESSED, Scotty Static dives into the fray!! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The OAOAST... SCOTTY STATIC!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Through Ring One, Static bypasses Landon for the moment as he vaults into Ring Two. Cortez is just reaching his feet as Static enters the ring and sure enough, Static hones right in on The Urban Legend. A spear tackles Todd to the ground, Static getting into the spirit of War Games as he mounts Cortez and goes WILD with a flurry of hard right hands!! Jax is going equally as wild on the outside cheering his partner on, as Static now lets up and rushes across the ring, giving the Ring Two door a kick and pointing a finger down at Bruce Blank! VENTURA Don't worry about him, worry about the guys in the cage! Static does just that now, as he spots Landon STILL trying to get the suplex off. Seeing The GPXer rushing towards him, Maddix panics and drops hold of Rodez. But before he can do anything offensive, he gets caught with a dropkick from Static, sending Maddix flying back off the middle rope... ...into the opposite ring's ropes... ...WHERE HE GETS TIED UP, ANDRE STYLE!! MADDIX NOOOOOOO! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE And now it's two on one in Team OAOAST's favour! Maddix is tied up and going nowhere! With Maddix out, Static goes after Cortez... *CLANG!* ...AND SENDS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Maddix can only look on despairingly now, as Static takes Cortez again, and like a rubber ball... *CLANG!* ...HE BOUNCES HIM INTO THE STEEL AGAIN!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Down goes Cortez, Maddix trying and failing to free himself from the ropes as Rodez watches on in amusement. MADDIX (voice cracking) IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT!?!?! Apparantly not, as Static and Rodez exchange a look, a nod, before exiting out onto the apron collectively! Maddix freaks out and starts to re-think opening his big mouth. Too late, naturally. But still. Wild kicks from Landon do no good and neither does begging for some mercy, as Static grabs a handful of Landon's blond locks and balls up the fist. But no! Rodez stops Static and encourages him to "leave it to me", as he balls up his elbow(?) and rains down a Bionic Elbow across the top of Maddix's unprotected dome! Another Bionic Elbow! Another! "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" SCHIAVONE Leon Rodez gettin' funky like a spunky monkey, with a little Dusty Rhodes persuasion, if you wiiiiill! Not all that receptive to his partner's attack, Static unhooks the ropes and drags Landon out. With a pat on Leon's back he then tells him to "watch this", as he grabs a handful of Landon's hair and runs on down the aprons. Landon is dragged along for the ride and sent on another ride, as Static throws him... ...Maddix soaring OVER the ringposts... *CLANG!* ...AND RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Scotty Static has knocked the intensity up a notch here! Man alive! Head rebounding off the solid steel bars connecting the cage between the two ringposts, Maddix collapsing back down the aprons. And as he sits back up, a loud scream pierces through the arena. The scream coming from Megan Skye, as she sees blood beginning to pool up right across Maddix's hairline!! SCHIAVONE And we have the first casualty of War Games!! Blood has been drawn and it's that of Landon Maddix!! VENTURA The first, but I doubt it'll be the last Schiavone! Static shows no let-up and pulls Maddix back up again, hurling him up over the top into Ring One. Meanwhile Leon steps back into Ring Two and for the first time in the match, the action has spilled into both rings at once, putting the intrepid directors into overdrive. Static targets the cut on Landon's head with right hands, while Leon goes after Cortez in the opposite ring. "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" Team OAOAST are in the ascendancy now, with Scotty Static dominant in Ring One. Ruthlessly he digs his fingers into Landon's cut before adding in some TEETH, BITING Landon to the horror of Megan Skye on the floor! Static eventually comes up for air and spits a wad of The Next Generation's blood and flesh into the rabid crowd, as Maddix's forehead is now stained red, the blood flowing freely! VENTURA We've got a gusher! Meanwhile, Rodez has got Cortez. But despite the collisions with the cage he took Cortez has something left, cutting Leon off and lifting him up over the shoulder, dropping forward with the Sitout Spinebuster! Still holding onto the legs, Cortez then climbs up and steps through, lacing up the legs and applying The Sharpshooter on Rodez!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" So immersed in his battle is he, Static doesn't even notice the problem. And as he deals with Maddix, Leon is left to deal with the Sharpshooter alone! And with no rope breaks and no partner to save him... *TAPTAPTAPTAP!* ...RODEZ STARS TAPPING OUT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Rodez is tapping! And look at Bruce, he loves it! Hearing the sound of tapping, Cortez pretty instinctively lets go of The Sharpshooter. Bruce gives his partner the big thumbs up, but is soon telling Cortez to get back on Static, prompting Cortez to leave Ring Two and go after The GPXer. VENTURA Rodez tapped out right there Tony and Zack's face has sunk. SCHIAVONE But Rodez tapping doesn't matter until all eight men are in. VENTURA Not true! Sure, it doesn't earn a submission yet, but it means that Leon Rodez is there for the taking. Team OAOAST are virtually a three man team now. Not only do they have to concentrate on themselves, they have to worry about guarding Rodez at all times, because if that submission goes on that knee he's gonna be tapping! SCHIAVONE Not neccessarily Jess. Leon might have tapped only because he knew it wouldn't lose him the match and to get Cortez to release the hold. VENTURA Maybe, but the pain on his face right now says different. Rodez rolls across the canvas, tucking himself under the bottom rope and against the wall of the cage, as he howls in pain about his injured knee. With Leon incapacitated, Cortez takes a final glare at him to make sure he's not crying wolf, before heading back into Ring One to double up on Scotty Static. SCHIAVONE Leon is hurting, and right now Team OAOAST also run the danger of having another man succumbing to too much damage. The Wildcards and Maddix have the odds in their favor, but with Leon down and only Scotty carrying the load, they also have to worry about the inevitable, upcoming entrance of the third man! Static fires a bloody Landon into the corner, and charges in, but eats boot on the charge, driving him away. He stumbles back and spins around, but ducks a Cortez lariat at the last second...the momentum of which carries in the corner, causing him to crush his own partner! Todd falls back as Landon slumps to a seated position, and Scotty follows up with a back suplex on the Urban Legend! He hops up to his feet and charges the corner immediately, driving his knee into Landon's bloody face, staining his own ring gear with the plasma of the egotistical outsider. Taking a page out of Landon's book, Scotty backs up as he stands over him, then hocks a loogie right into Landon's face, causing Megan to screech in disgust! If she thought that was bad, however, she probably hoped it stopped there, because next thing you know, Scotty does the same to her through the wall of the cage, causing a HUGE freak out at ringside! VENTURA That's one thing about those Hooligans, Tony...they don't give a damn about man, woman, or child. If you step to them, your ass is considered on their hit list! With Landon down, it's one streetfighter against another, as Todd starts getting up, only to be met with a HARD slap across the left side of his face...and a second to the right, before Static ducks and scoops Todd up by the waist, dropping him crotch first on the ring ropes! Cortez winces in pain, and then Scotty shoves him off, down into the crevice between the two rings, getting Todd out of his way so that he can focus on Maddix once again! SCHIAVONE Static is plotting his attacks accordingly, and without exerting too much effort. He's doing enough to get one man out of the way so that he can switch off in quick succession, not giving his opponents time to recover from the prior assault! Static moves towards the corner, and just as he does the countdown begins for the next entrant in the contest. :10 :09 :08 VENTURA We're going to be coming up on what SHOULD be a three on two, but is going to be more like a three on one advantage, Tony. Scotty Static might be having an easy time of it right now, but Leon has barely moved in the last few moments, and we're literally seconds away from one of the two more sadistic members of The Wildcards squad entering the ring! Landon comes up out of the corner, wiping the spit, sweat, and blood from his brow so that he can see clearly...see Static about to blast him with a European uppercut, that is! Landon falls back into the corner just as the buzzer sounds, and Static turns towards the door, waiting for what comes next. BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards...BLLLLLLOODSHEDDDDD! Despite his ability to inflict and absorb pain, the typically silent assassin of The Wildcards is not respected in the least, and the packed house lets him know that. Not that he cares, as he keeps his stoic demeanor in check as he rounds the cage and walks up the steps, into the ring...AND GETS TACKLED INTO THE CORNER BY SCOTTY STATIC! SCHIAVONE He's not wasting any time, Jess! The crowd erupts as Static jumps Bloodshed, pinning him in the corner and drilling him with shoulderblocks to drive the wind out of him immediately as he enters! Bloodshed clubs Static over the back, trying to beat him into a break, but it's not until Cortez and Maddix come over and pry Scotty back, holding him by the arms. Bloodshed recovers, and reaches down into the side of his boot, pullling out a familiar object that causes the fans to gasp in horror. VENTURA He's got that spike of his, and it looks like he's gonna start practicing for Thanksgiving on Scotty Static's forehead! Bloodshed inches forward, as Scotty is held at bay by the former Martial Law...but Static kips up, planting both of his feet into Bloodshed's chest to drive him back! He uses the momentum to float over, landing on his feet and snapping both Todd and Landon to the canvas with a double Russian legsweep, drawing a huge pop from the crowd! SCHIAVONE WHATTAMOVE~! Scotty Static is carrying the load for his team right now, and... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" SCHIAVONE NO! God, no! He just drove that spike into his head! The celebration is short lived, as the stunned Bloodshed recovers just as Scotty gets to his feet, and jabs his sharp metal weapon into the head of Static, dropping him to the canvas! Bloodshed drops to his knees and cradles Scotty's head, taking the spike and carving a gash into the Hooligan's forehead, drawing an agonizing yell from the outspoken Static! SCHIAVONE We've still got about a minute until Johnny Jax can legally enter the cage! Rodez is on the far side of the second ring, still licking his wounds, and now Scotty Static is at the mercy of these three men, at one point collectively creating the stable known as Martial Law! VENTURA And at that time, Bloodshed was a completely different man. His shift in attitude has done no favors for people like the GPX, Leon Rodez, or Zack Malibu. The man is homicidal, suicidal... SCHIAVONE I'm gonna stop you right there, lest we get sued for copyright infringment! VENTURA Fair enough. But you get the picture! After digging the spike into his head, Bloodshed pulls Scotty up, dragging him to the wall of the cage that both Jax and Zack are peering through. With a sick grin, Bloodshed looks down at his foes, then takes Scotty's face, already a crimson mask, and starts raking it from side to side along the wall of the cage! SCHIAVONE He's sick! He's taunting them with their own partner's condition! He LOVES what he's doing! VENTURA He considers himself a Picasso, or a Van Gogh...the only thing is that he paints with blood and our rings are his canvas! Jax pounds the wall of the cage, desperately waiting to be let into the cage. Maddix and Cortez are up, with Todd directing traffic, telling Landon to keep back, while he awaits Jax's entry. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 BZZZT! SCHIAVONE And the odds are about to be evened once again! The door swings open, and the powerhouse of The Hooligans charges into the cage, immediately trading blows with Todd Cortez! Jax, fueled with fire and rage, takes Todd by the head and simply biels him into the wall of the cage, sending the Hispanic superstar bouncing off the mesh and back onto the canvas! He turns to Landon Maddix, who puts his hands up in surrender and starts to back off, ducking out of Ring One and into Ring Two, pleading for mercy to Johnny Jax. As he backs away, the crowd comes ALIVE, and so does Leon Rodez, as although he's hobbled, he's now up on his feet...AND LANDON MADDIX BACKS RIGHT INTO HIM! VENTURA Uh oh. Maddix, knowing the predicament he's in right now, takes a deep gulp before Rodez shoves him forward, right into a HARD spinebuster that leaves an impression of the smarmy superstar in the ringmat! Back in Ring One, Bloodshed tries to use the spike once again, but Static clutches his wrist, desperately pushing the spike away as it comes dangerously close to him...and a well placed kick doubles Bloodshed over, since he's got the same weak spot as all males do...and now Static takes possession of the spike! Scotty wastes no time in seeking redemption for what's happened to him in this contest so far, as he starts digging the spike into the flesh of the sadistic superstar, drawing blood! SCHIAVONE We knew it wouldn't be pretty. We knew it was going to be violent, and not for the squeamish. We have seen a tremendous amount of blood spilt thus far, and we aren't even close to being done with this contest! Bloodshed tries to shy away, grunting under his breath as Scotty backs him into a corner, opening him up with that spike. As he continues to dig into him, Blank moves over to where Cortez is shaking off the cobwebs, feeling at the the blood dripping from his forehead. Through the mesh wall, Blank slips Cortez something, ordering him to get up...and when Todd does get up he creeps behind Static, taking a chain and wrapping it around his neck! VENTURA Now there's a chain in play, and Static is being choked out! Scotty kicks his legs, and manages to twist his body so that he can have an easier time at fighting free...and manages to shove Cortez towards the ropes...or rather, into a YAKUZA KICK~! from Johnny Jax, who has bolted into Ring One to aid his partner! Bloodshed bounds out of the corner, shrieking as he charges Jax, but Johnny sidesteps him and cradles him under his arm, dropping him to the mat with a HUGE side slam, knocking the wind out of Bloodshed! With those two down, Static takes the length of chain and wraps a bit of it around his fist, then lets the rest dangle, and he uses it as a makeshift whip, wailing on both Cortez and Bloodshed! Back in Ring Two, Maddix has struggled back to his feet, but Leon takes him by the head and leads him to the corner, smashing his head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly before he gets pulled by...and then hurled shoulder first between the middle and top turnbuckle, smashing his right shoulder into the ringpost! Landon slumps down in the corner, totally spent, as Rodez pulls him out and then sets him up on the top rope. He reaches up and pulls Landon down into a Tree of Woe, then delivers a few stomps and kicks to his chin for good measure. Too tired to fight out of it, Landon dangles in the Tree of Woe as Leon steps into Ring One, taking the chain from Static and wrapping it around Cortez's neck! A lariat from Jax dumps Bloodshed over the ropes and into the small space between rings, and now Jax and Static look at each other, noticing that Landon is all by his lonesome with no one to play with! SCHIAVONE All that's left are the captains of each team, with Bruce Blank entering next to give his team a brief advantage before Zack Malibu comes in and all hell breaks loose! VENTURA Hell hasn't broken loose yet? Have you been paying attention!? Landon hangs upside down, while the GPX stand across the ring. Jax takes Static by the arm, but Scotty swings around and sends his partner towards the corner with a ton of momentum, and Jax slides across the canvas, cracking Landon in the face with a baseball slide! He rolls out of the way just as Scotty charges the corner, and the high flyer leaps into the air, seemingly pausing in mid-leap before gravity brings him back down to earth with a hesitation dropkick to the chin of Landon Maddix! SCHIAVONE The GPX have annihilated Landon Maddix, and the crowd is loving it! Jax and Static get up, but before they can pick their next course of action, Bloodshed springboards from out of the crevice between rings, and nails the both of them with a springboard clothesline! Without his spike, he resorts to biting, as he takes Jax by the head and starts using his teeth to tear at his flesh, staying with him even as Jax gets to his feet! They stumble back to a corner, and when Scotty gets up he comes over and swings Bloodshed around, his fist cocked for a punch...but when he does Bloodshed blasts him with BLOODMIST~!, blinding Static with his own plasma in a sickening scene! VENTURA That's just WRONG. Scotty, disgusted and blinded, falls back, dropping to one knee, as Bloodshed turns back to Jax and continues to make him suffer. Back in Ring One, Cortez rams Leon back into one of the corners, breaking the chain-choke, then twists out of the hold and yanks on the chain to pull Leon towards him, grabbing him by the throat and setting up for URBAN ASSAULT...NO! Leon rakes the face, blinding Cortez, and then takes the chain from him and starts wailing away, whipping first at the legs, then across the chest of Cortez! The street thug tucks his arms, trying to cover up, but Leon keeps whipping away before wrapping the chain around his fist...and then cold-cocking Cortez with a hard right hand! SCHIAVONE They are hitting each other with everything and anything! They are busting each other open, they are wearing each other down, they are doing whatever they feel is necessary to bring the opposition to their knees! We knew it wouldn't be pretty! We didn't come here expecting a Flair/Steamboat classic, but tonight, we are seeing violence PERSONIFIED by these men! As Cortez drops, the countdown clock comes up, marking the last time The Wildcards need to worry about it. For at the end of these ten seconds, the last man on their team...the man who evolved from what Zack Malibu thought was a solution for his problems into his most hated rival to date, and the most controversial superstar in OAOAST history, will enter the ring. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 *BZZZT!* VENTURA You know what that means, Tony. SCHIAVONE All four of the Wildcards, the SWFers, whatever you'd like to refer to them as, are legal entrants in the War Games, because here comes the leader of the pack! Strolling around from his side of the ring, sporting his trademark gleeful snicker, is Bruce Blank. Bruce rounds the corner and stops for a moment, smiling at Zack and pointing his barbed wire baseball bat at him, then tilts his hat at him. The door swings open and Bruce steps up, entering the ring with his bat in hand. Rodez, seeing his best friends worst enemy staring at him, tosses Cortez aside and charges Blank, swinging his chain wrapped fist...but Blank knocks his arm away with the barbed wire bat! SCHIAVONE He just cracked him across the forearm with that damned bat of his! VENTURA And it's perfectly OK for him to do so! Leon reels back, just enough for Bruce to take the BUTT of his trusty equalizer and crack Leon in the head, knocking him on his back! With Leon down, Bruce taunts him, poking him with the bat like you'd poke a dead birds body with a stick...and Bruce looks out to Zack and smirks at him before bringing the bat over his head... ...AND DRIVES IT ACROSS THE RIB CAGE OF LEON RODEZ!

SCHIAVONE Fans, hold onto your seats, because the next match is one of the featured bouts on this edition of OAOAST Syndicated! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican takes on "The Birmingham Bad Boy" Jamie O’ Hara in one-on-one singles action! It’s here tonight, and it starts right now! *Fix up look sharp Don’t make me paint a bitch something get dark WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hear the bang, see the spark duck down, lay down just (get on down) WOOOOOOOOOOO! I got the big beat I hear the sound I got the big beat (Dizzee Rascal!) I get on down* As the bumping beat of "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal plays over the P.A. system, "The Birmingham Bad Boy" himself, Jamie O’ Hara, comes out through the curtains, acting as cocky as he ever has been. The crowd greets the Hooliganz member with loud boos, although there are some cheers scattered here and there. The man called SuperJay talks trash to the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute TV time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. From Birmingham, England. Weighing in at 170 lbs. He is a member of The Hooliganz. "The Birmingham Bad Boy" JAMIE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’ HAARRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SCHIAVONE Jamie O’ Hara has new entrance music tonight as he meets what is quite possibly his greatest opponent in Tha Puerto Rican. VENTURA Oh yeah, no question. Tha Puerto Rican is a former North American Champion. A former 3-time Puerto Rican/Italian Champion. The longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history. And the most electrifying man in professional wrestling. If Jamie O’ Hara can beat a man with PRL’s credentials, there’s no telling what it’ll do for his career! SCHIAVONE J-OH is very confident that he will get the job done tonight. He has been under PRL’s skin for the past four weeks, ever since he threw a towel into PRL’s face four days after World Without End. VENTURA Jamie loves to start trouble doesn’t he? Well, he better be careful who he messes with. Tha Puerto Rican ain’t no joke. Jamie better be ready for The Corporate Champ tonight! O’ Hara vaults into the second ring. He does the "Come An' 'Ave A Go If You Think You're 'Ard Enough" gesture, receiving more boos as "Fix Up, Look Sharp" continues playing. Jamie continues talking trash to the fans. SCHIAVONE O’ Hara and Tha Puerto Rican can talk on the mic. Now, we will see just who is better in the ring in just a few moments! Jamie talks trash to the announcers for some reason. "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal dies down. J-OH looks to the entrance, greatly anticipating the arrival of his opponent. The crowd is also buzzing in anticipation for PRL’s entrance. VENTURA There’s only one O’ Hara, and there’s only one Corporate Champ! The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, and his manager and "Career Consultant" Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowds' cheers get louder. VENTURA THE CHAMP IS HERE! SCHIAVONE Gee, did that sound weird coming from you. PR is, of course, carrying his spray-painted briefcase in his right hand. He raises the briefcase over his head to a pop from the crowd. Jamie O’ Hara eyes his opponent with evil intentions on his mind. PR looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face, saying something to Popick. The two of them begin their walk to the ring as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing. BUFFER And his opponent. Accompanied to the ring by his manager and "Career Consultant" Stephen Joseph Popick. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the leader of The Lightning Crew AND The Man With The Golden Contract. He is "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! P.R.L. and Stephen Joseph walk like they own all of Pittsburgh. SCHIAVONE Since World Without End the fans opinions of Tha Puerto Rican have changed. He used to be one of the most despised people in the One And Only AngleSault Thread, but now, he is one of our most popular superstars. VENTURA Well, PRL put on the performance of his life at World Without End and came within inches several times of beating Drek Stone and winning the World Heavyweight Title. The fans saw that, and gained a newfound respect for him because of it! It took three years, but hey, wrestling fans are a little slow, you know? Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and scans the crowd. SJP holds the ropes, and PRL enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans cheers and then does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him to a loud pop from the crowd. Jamie O’ Hara trash talks Th a Puerto Rican even though he doesn’t hear him due to the loud music and the cheers and what not. SCHIAVONE J-OH staring down The P.R. Menace. For almost four years, Tha Puerto Rican has dominated in the OAOAST. J-OH came into this company only last year, and has made quite the impact, a former Six-Man World Tag Team Champion, and a member of those rowdy, unpredictable Hooliganz along with the Global Party Exchange. But he has yet to be in a match such as this. Can the 20-year-old risk taking high flyer take down the 27-year-old OAOAST veteran tonight on Syndicated? VENTURA Well, I don’t think PR’s just gonna lay down and die. He knows what O’ Hara can do. Hell, O’ Hara has knocked him out TWICE in the past four weeks. So, don’t think PR is taking Jamie lightly. Oh sure, he may crack jokes at O’ Hara’s expense, but when that bell rings, PRL is all business and will bring his "A" game tonight on Syndicated. The crowd is still cheering as PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises the spray-painted briefcase over his head. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase over his head again. PR hits a third second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase with his right hand in the air and "smells the electricity" a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving cheers. PR eyes Jamie while on the turnbuckle. SCHIAVONE Look at PRL. He’s staring a hole into Jamie O’ Hara. VENTURA He can’t wait for that bell to ring. When it does, it’s clobberin’ time! SCHIAVONE Is that another catchphrase PRL has "borrowed"? VENTURA No, Tony. And I would hold back on those PRL jokes if I were you. And thank God I ain’t. Puerto Rican gets off the turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses and earring. SuperJay is still doing some trash talking while the lights go back on in the arena. Popick and PR stare down the cocky O’ Hara. JAMIE O’ HARA Come on! Let’s do dis al’eady! SCHIAVONE We’ve heard all the trash talking, the raps, the imitations, the midgets. Now, it’s time to see who is the better wrestler. No titles are on the line in this one. This match is all about pride! VENTURA That seems to be a running theme tonight isn’t it? Popick high fives PRL and wishes him luck, then exits the ring. PRL turns his attention to Jamie O’ Hara, who is standing in a turnbuckle corner. PRL stares him down. Referee Brian Hebner pats down both men, and then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY" JAMIE O’ HARA vs. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN (with Stephen Joseph Popick) "Know Your Role ’99" dies down. The crowd is hot. P.R. and J-OH continue staring at each other, each man with their game face on. SCHIAVONE This is history in the making folks. For the first time ever, PRL and Jamie O’ Hara are colliding in the squared circle. This should be a good one! VENTURA Both men are the same size, both men can fly. It’s really hard to determine who has the advantage in this one. PRL and Jamie O’ Hara get into fighting stances, each one waiting to make the first move. They lock up. Both men jockey for position around the ring. The jockeying takes PR and J-OH to a turnbuckle corner. Brian Hebner gives them till the count of five to break it up. PR breaks it up at the count of four, and then motions that he’s gonna lay the smackdown on the referee. Jamie O’ Hara takes the opportunity to slap PRL across the face! PR didn’t like that. VENTURA That is what you call a "bitchslap" by the way. P.R. and J-OH lock up again. This time, Tha Puerto Rican is able to apply a headlock on Jamie O’ Hara. He cinches the hold tight, and then takes him down while still applying the hold. Tha Puerto Rican gives Jamie a shaky leg kick, and then grabs his right arm and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. When O’ Hara returns from the ropes, PR leapfrogs over him. Jamie bounces off the opposite ropes, and when he does, PR does a *reverse* leapfrog over him. Jamie bounces off the ropes again, and this time, PRL gives him an arm-drag! PR goes for an arm-bar, but O’ Hara slips out and gets back to his feet. SCHIAVONE Jamie able to get to his feet that time. PR gets up and charges towards Jamie, but gets elbowed in the face! SuperJay starts with the forearms to the face, dazing Tha Puerto Rican briefly. J-OH then leaps onto the second ring rope and springboards off it, dropkicking PRL in the knees knocking him down! SCHIAVONE What a move from the young cruiserweight! Jamie follows that little piece of coolness by springing up off the bottom rope, doing a tuck and roll, and landing with a Somersault Kneedrop onto his opponent! VENTURA Whoa! He followed that up with another incredible move! Jamie covers PR. 1... 2... KICK OUT! "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" SCHIAVONE Well this is strange. Some fans are chanting for Jamie, while some fans are chanting for PRL! VENTURA Well Jamie’s a Hooligan, along with the GPX. The Hooliganz have their share of fans too, and apparently they’ve all come here to Pittsburgh tonight! As the dueling chants continue, Jamie picks up Tha Puerto Rican. He punches him in the face a few times and then whips him into the ropes. Jamie puts his head down, so when PR bounces off the ropes, he kicks Jamie in the face, bounces off the ropes again, and then nails him with a flying clothesline! SCHIAVONE Sidewalk slam! PRL quickly picks up Jamie again. He begins nailing O’ Hara with The Rock-style punches to the temple. Puerto Irish whips J-OH into the ropes...and follows with a Samoan Drop! PRL applauds himself after this move, and the crowd actually cheers! SCHIAVONE You can feel the arrogance just oozing out of Tha Puerto Rican and the crowd loves it! VENTURA They’ve finally came around around, Tony. They’ve finally came around. P.R. covers O’ Hara. 1...2...O’ Hara puts his left shoulder up! A small "J-OH!" chant starts up as "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican picks Jamie O’ Hara up. He hits O’ Hara with several European Uppercuts. But that all changes when O’ Hara scratches PRL in the eyes! Jamie goes back to his forearms, before whipping PRL into the ropes, and following that up with a spinning wheel kick! The Champ Is Down! SCHIAVONE O’ Hara back in control of this match! J-OH trash talks his opponent. Then he walks over to a turnbuckle corner, and starts charging forward, before doing a backflip and landing on top of PRL! RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SCHIAVONE What amazing moves we are seeing from Jamie O’ Hara tonight! SuperJay hooks the leg. 1...2...KICK OUT! JAMIE WOT!? STUPID WANKER! O’ Hara shoves the ref. J-OH picks Tha Puerto Rican up. Jamie whips PRL into a turnbuckle. P.R. hits the turnbuckle sternum first! PRL collapses to the mat, so Jamie charges forward and then does a 450 but instead of a splash, he gives PR a kneedrop! SCHIAVONE Nothin’ But Kneedrop! VENTURA Jamie is really pulling out all the stops in this match tonight! J-OH picks Tha Puerto Rican up again and shoves him into the turnbuckle. He starts hammering into PRL again, getting the Corporate Champ dazed and confused. BUT THEN! Tha Puerto Rican grabs J-OH and throws him into the turnbuckle! PRL starts hammering into Jamie with Rock-style punches to the temple! Punch. Punch. Punch. P.R. does the "Come An' 'Ave A Go If You Think You're 'Ard Enough" gesture! Spit. Punch! Jamie actually leaves his feet! The crowd is fired up! PR whips Jamie into the opposite corner. Stinger Splash! O’ Hara stumbles out from the corner, so PRL grabs him and hooks him up. LATIN SLAM! INTO A DDT! CROWD WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! VENTURA That was incredible! SCHIAVONE You’re damn right it was! Jamie O’ Hara just turned that Latin Slam into a DDT! How often do you see that? VENTURA Very rarely, Tony! Jamie is one of the few special people who can do that! Both Jamie and PRL lie on the mat. That last move has caused a rather large group of fans to start chanting, "JAY-ME!" But they are now competing with a larger group of fans chanting, "P.R.!" Jamie and PR are both breathing hard now. They start getting up at the same time. Jamie’s up first. He taunts the crowd and then picks Tha Puerto Rican up by his head. Forearm shots to the face from Jamie to PRL. Whip into the ropes. Jamie with a clothesline. PR ducks it. PR bounces off the ropes...and comes back with a Gamengiri! SCHIAVONE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! VENTURA *Gasp!* Tony, watch your language! This is a family show! PRL is back on the offense with the shaky leg kicks. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" Puerto picks up Jamie and holds onto his head. P.R. charges forward and slams Jamie’s head on the top turnbuckle pad! P.R. positions Jamie O’ Hara on the turnbuckle, and then begins with the PUERTO RICAN VIOLENCE! *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Puerto Rican whips Jamie into the opposite turnbuckle. It’s reversed. PRL does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron. He runs to the turnbuckle, but is stopped with a clothesline from Jamie O’ Hara! PR falls to the floor! Jamie poses to a mixed reaction. SCHIAVONE Love him or hate him, Jamie O’ Hara is one hell of a wrestler! VENTURA He’s doing a good job of proving it tonight. Jamie tells the crowd to go fuck themselves. P.R. is kissing the padding on the outside. J-OH exits the ring. He jaw jacks with the fans at ringside and then picks up PRL by his shirt and tights and throws him back into the ring. Jamie follows Puerto, and then climbs the second rope. He waits patiently for Tha Puerto Rican to get to his feet. JAMIE COME ON ROCKY! Okay, maybe not so patiently. P.R. slowly gets to one knee. Jamie measures PRL like a predator stalking his prey. When PR does get to his feet, O’ Hara leaps off the second rope, leaping over PRL but grabbing his head at the same time. Blockbuster! SCHIAVONE Oh, SNAP! VENTURA Oh, SNAP! indeed Tony! Jamie wastes no time in covering Tha Puerto Rican, making sure to hook the leg. 1... 2... 3...KICK OUT! JAMIE Shit! SCHIAVONE PRL is still fighting, despite the pain he’s probably in right about now! Jamie can’t believe that the match isn’t over yet. He gets over it, though, standing up and stomping on The Corporate Champion. Jamie then leaps off the top ring rope and springboards off of it doing a SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON onto Tha Puerto Rican! SCHIAVONE My God man! The crowd applauds this move. Jamie covers Tha Puerto Rican. It only gets two. "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" "LET’S GO P.R.!" "LET’S GO JAY-ME!" More dueling chants in the audience. Jamie removes PRL’s Puerto Rican flag bandana and throws it aside. J-OH changes things up a bit by going for a standing cross-face chickenwing on Tha Puerto Rican! However, PRL quickly counters that and then gives Jamie an Edge-O-Matic for two! P.R. does a few fist drops onto Jamie’s forehead. After 4 fist drops, P.R. bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then drops another fist onto Jamie O’ Hara’s face! The Five Knuckle Shuffle! SCHIAVONE Heh, heh. Five Knuckle Shuffle on Jamie O’ Hara! P.R. grabs Jamie by his head and takes his doo-rag off, before spitting on it and throwing it aside. PR grinds his right boot against Jamie’s babyface. PRL applies a facelock on Jamie, and holds onto it as he stands up. PR delivers a vertical suplex on O’ Hara. He rolls through and delivers another vertical suplex on Jamie. PR rolls through again, and lifts Jamie up for the third suplex. He holds Jamie up in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. The crowd applauds PRL. SCHIAVONE Look at how long PRL is holding Jamie up in the air! It’s amazing! P.R. holds Jamie up in the air for a few more seconds, and then does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. PR walks to the ropes, drops O’ Hara’s abdomen on the top ring rope and then delivers a third suplex on Jamie--NO! Jamie lands on his feet! Jamie hits a quick front dropkick on Tha Puerto Rican, knocking him into the ropes. Jamie then grabs PRL by his tights and rolls him up. ONE! TWO! THREE--KICK OUT! PRL and Jamie O’ Hara both get up at the same time. Lariat by O’ Hara! SCHIAVONE What a fast paced, action packed contest we are seeing right now, Jess! VENTURA I know. Both men really are giving it their all on this special night! PRL withers in pain on the mat. Jamie gets up...and yells at the fans. Again. He smirks as he walks over to the turnbuckle. SCHIAVONE I wonder what he’s got planned now. We’ve practically seen it all tonight! Jamie exits the ring and climbs the top rope. Some fan yells out, "COME ON JAMIE!" O’ Hara has a cocky smile on his face while on the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, PRL shoots up and rushes over to where O’ Hara is standing, running up the turnbuckle and punching Jamie in the face repeatedly, then grabbing him and giving him a belly-to-belly suplex! BUT WAIT! O’ Hara blocks the belly-to-belly and shoves PRL off the turnbuckle back to the mat! O’ Hara waits for PRL to get up. P.R. slowly gets to one knee, O’ Hara egging him on. O’ HARA Com’ On! Com’ on, Goddamnit! Tha Puerto Rican gets to a vertical base. He is dazed and confused, trying to keep his balance. Jamie leaps off the top rope, going for a double axehandle! *KA-POW~!* BUT GETS HIT IN THE FACE WITH THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC! SCHIAVONE OH MY! WHOA! That was amazing! Sweet Chin Music! Sweet Chin Music from the top rope! That was incredible! VENTURA You’re telling me Tony! We’ll seeing some awesome moves tonight in this match! PRL cracks a half smile. Jamie O’ Hara is lying flat on the mat, the victim of a Sweet Chin Music to the face. PR poses with Stephen Joseph Popick cheering him on. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" SCHIAVONE And these fans showing their appreciation for the awesome athletic ability of Tha Puerto Rican! VENTURA They just love him here in Pittsburgh! It’s great! SCHIAVONE Let’s take a look at the instant replay. The OAOAST Doubleshot appears on screen showing us the Sweet Chin Music from different angles. SCHIAVONE Great move by PRL! He really got O’ Hara just in time! VENTURA I am amazed at his ability more and more each day. PR smiles at the crowd. He picks O’ Hara up and gives him a bodyslam. The crowd starts cheering, since they know what is coming up next. SCHIAVONE PRL going up top! VENTURA He’s gonna fly! Popick rooting him on, PRL hunches over on the top rope. He removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. P.R. then looks at the crowd, smiles, and then jumps off the top rope, doing the international "Up yours!" gesture in mid-air. A hush silence falls over the crowd. Corporate Elbow Drop connects! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE PRL with the Corporate Elbow Drop! PRL with the cover! 1! 2! And! No! O’ Hara kicks out just in time! P.R. mutters to himself, "Damn!" The Corporate Champ a.k.a. The P.R. Menace picks his weakened opponent up. He gives him a Russian Legsweep. Cover! 1... 2... KICK OUT! SCHIAVONE Not enough that time. Puerto wipes the sweat off his forehead and then stands up. He takes a deep breath and then grabs Jamie O’ Hara’s legs. Puerto puts his left foot in between O’ Hara’s legs, puts O’ Hara’s legs over his left leg--O’ Hara escapes. SCHIAVONE PR was going for the Sharpshooter there. J-OH rolls out of the second ring, but before he can roll to the first, PRL kicks in the stomach! PR stomps on Jamie O’ Hara in the gap between the two rings! The crowd gets louder and louder with each kick! VENTURA If PRL kicks him much longer, Jamie’s gonna fall through the gap! SCHIAVONE I think that’s what PRL is hoping for! PRL plays to the crowd, and then stomps Jamie in the gut one more time! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican picks up "The Birmingham Bad Boy" Jamie O’ Hara. PR says something to the fatigued SuperJay, and then places him in between his legs in the gap between the two rings. SCHIAVONE He’s not gonna--is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do!? VENTURA I think so, Tony! P.R.’s gonna try to break O’ Hara’s neck! The crowd starts buzzing, knowing what sick move PRL is planning to do. Puerto Rican plays to the crowd, with Stephen Joseph yelling at him to "Do it! Do it!" P.R. lifts Jamie O’ Hara up...P.R. lifts Jamie O’ Hara up...P.R. lifts Jamie O’ Hara up...Jamie O’ Hara BAAAAAAAACK Body Drops PRL into the gap! SCHIAVONE Jamie O’ Hara probably just saved his career by doing that! The crowd boos, disappointed that they’re not going to see PR Piledrive Jamie O’ Hara into the gap between the two rings. Jamie falls to his knees, while PRL holds his back in pain. SCHIAVONE Alot more damage can be done outside the ring than in. VENTURA Thank you Tim McCarver. The crowd has quieted down in the last few minutes. Jamie O’ Hara, sweating bullets now, gets up. The man called J-OH grabs his opponent, The Corporate Champ, by his head and throws him back into the second ring. O’ Hara stomps Tha Puerto Rican down. He kicks P.R. onto his back and then climbs the top rope. The crowd wonders what Jamie’s gonna do next. INVERTED 450 SPLASH~!!! THE COVER! 1... 2... 2 1/2 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 AND.... KICKKKKKKKKKKKOUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! VENTURA Was that it? Was that it? SCHIAVONE No, it was only two! Jamie O’ Hara can’t believe it either. But referee Brian Hebner raises two fingers in O’ Hara’s face. Jamie slaps the fingers away and throws up just one finger for the referee of this match-up. SCHIAVONE Hey, tone it down O’ Hara. VENTURA He won’t care Tony. "JAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY-OH!" "JAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY-OH!" "JAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY-OH!" "JAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY-OH!" J-OH picks Tha Puerto Rican up. He lays the smackdown on him verbally and then whips him into the ropes. Jamie goes for a clothesline, but PRL ducks, grabs Jamie from behind, and gives him a release German Suplex! P.R. gets right back up and yells out, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE And the fans agree on that. VENTURA They should do, Tony. Puerto Rican taunts Jamie O’ Hara, and then punches him in the face. P.R. whips J-OH into a turnbuckle--whip is reversed. PR hits the turnbuckle back-first HARD! SuperJay charges forward and nails PR with a clothesline so hard, that it causes PRL to slump down onto the mat with his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Jamie sees this, smiles evilly, and then charges forward, delivering an absolutely BRUTAL basement dropkick to the face of Tha Puerto Rican! CROWD *GRRRRROOOOOAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN!* SCHIAVONE J-OH with the Facelift! VENTURA And PRL’s may just need a facelift after that move! P.R.L. holds his face in pain. J-OH pulls P.R. out of the turnbuckle and onto the mat where he covers him, hooking P.R.’s right leg. 1...2...PRL PUTS HIS LEFT SHOULDER UP! SCHIAVONE Oh man. What a match. What a match. With the way these two are fighting, with the way they are just tearing into each other, you would think that a title was on the line. VENTURA But there’s something more important than a title on the line, Tony: Pride. Pride is the most important thing to a wrestler. It means 10,000 times more than winning the World Title. Even PRL will tell you that, and we know just how much he wants to be World Champion. SCHIAVONE That is true, Jess. And as Jamie gets up, we want to remind you fans that coming up later tonight is a match that is not only about pride, but about stuff much more personal than that, and that is the War Games Match, which is our main event for this edition of Syndicated. Jamie O’ Hara puts his hands through his hair. He is really starting to get frustrated right about now. The crowd is feeling the momentum shifting. O’ Hara picks up Tha Puerto Rican and forearms him in the face. Jamie whips PR into a turnbuckle. J-OH charges forward...but hits only turnbuckle as PR escapes just in time! Jamie stumbles out of the turnbuckle. LIGHTNING STRIKE! SCHIAVONE LIGHTNING STRIKE! THIS COULD END THE MATCH! 1... 2... 3--NO! P.R. gets up and exits the ring. He walks a little bit on the ring apron and then looks at the crowd. P.R. leaps onto the top ring rope, and then springboards off of it, doing a 450 Splash onto Jamie O’ Hara! SCHIAVONE There’s the San Juan Jam! P.R. already has Jamie covered! 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! PR slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up and decides to try something from the top rope. P.R. gets on the top rope, positions himself, and then leaps off the top rope, doing Ken Doane’s cool looking leg drop across Jamie O’ Hara’s throat! SCHIAVONE The Mad Cappa Crusher 2006: The Remix! PR covers. AND ONLY GETS TWO! VENTURA What’s it gonna take to put Jamie O’ Hara away? SCHIAVONE I’m not sure, Jess. PRL sits on his knees, wondering what to do next. The fans chant, "JAY-ME!" which serves to only annoy Tha Puerto Rican. VENTURA They’re gonna keep on fighting all night, aren’t they? SCHIAVONE We can’t afford that. We still got a War Games match to do! Both Tha Puerto Rican and Jamie O’ Hara are fatigued. P.R. catches his breath, same as Jamie. P.R. slowly, very slowly, gets up, picking Jamie O’ Hara up with him. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tha Puerto Rican whips Jamie O’ Hara into the ropes--Jamie reverses...kicks PR in the gut doubling him over...and then runs to the ropes...leaps onto the top ring rope...leaps off the top ring rope...does a moonsault...INVERTED DDT! VENTURA WHOA! SCHIAVONE INVERTED DDT! VENTURA Jamie O’ Hara did all that flying stuff before the DDT though! The OAOAST Doubleshot appears on the screen, showing an instant replay of the Moonsault Inverted DDT. VENTURA O’ Hara just gave it his all on that one! What a match! It doesn’t matter who wins, because I like both these guys! Jamie O’ Hara walks around the ring running his mouth, complete with grabbing his nutsack. The crowd boos, although there are some cheers due to Jamie’s performance in this match. O'HARA TIME TO CURBSTOMP THIS MUTHA! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SCHIAVONE That’s it! O’ Hara wants to end this match! He’s going for the Curbstomp! VENTURA Oh man, he has the perfect opportunity to do so. PRL is down and out! J-OH is still walking around the ring, bragging that he’s going to beat P.R. He eggs the crowd, a smile on his face. P.R. is lying flat on his back on the mat. SCHIAVONE Gee, you think he would just go for it right now. VENTURA He wants to soak in the moment as long as he can. He’s going to beat the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history, just like he beat a former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion 3 weeks ago. Jamie laughs at the fallen Puerto Rican. J-OH BYE, BYE BIOTCH~! SCHIAVONE O’ Hara’s getting cocky now. Well...cockier. The crowd is heated up, booing Jamie O’ Hara as he walks over to Tha Puerto Rican, who looks completely out of it. Jamie sports a cocky smirk and chuckles as he goes down to pick Tha Puerto Rican up. AND IS SURPRISED WHEN THA PUERTO RICAN GRABS HIM AND ROLLS HIM UP!!! VENTURA WHAT THE!? Tha Puerto Rican is holding onto Jamie’s baggy Nike tracksuit pants! Brian Hebner counts. SCHIAVONE He’s got the tights! He’s got the tights! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (20:32) "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tha Puerto Rican lets out a mighty yell! "Know Your Role ’99" starts playing again. Jamie O’ Hara can’t believe it! Brian Hebner raises PRL’s hands in victory. BUFFER Here is your winner..."The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! VENTURA HE PULLED THE PANTS, TONY! HE PULLED THE PANTS! SCHIAVONE Tha Puerto Rican has just CHEATED to beat Jamie O’ Hara! And these fans love it! VENTURA I thought he had changed! He used one of his old dirty tricks to beat O’ Hara! SCHIAVONE I’m shocked too, Jess. I never expected the match to end the way it did. But, there’s nothing we can do about it. It will say it in the record books: On this night, October 28, 2006, Tha Puerto Rican defeated Jamie O’ Hara on OAOAST Syndicated! PRL raises his hands in victory. Stephen Joseph Popick applauds his client. J-OH is absolutely stunned. He’s still sitting in the ring, trying to comprehend how he was able to get beaten by that "Rock wannabe". SCHIAVONE Look at Jamie! He can’t believe it! He just got beat by the person he called a Rock rip-off! He thought he would have the last laugh tonight, after all the mockery, after all the brawls, but it is PRL who stands the victor tonight, and he cheated to do so! VENTURA What an effort by O’ Hara though. He gave it his all. If he didn’t spend all that time jaw jacking with the fans, then he could have given PRL the Curbstomp and win the match! But he didn’t. He got cocky. SCHIAVONE He definitely did get cocky, Jess. And it cost him big time. However, even though he failed, we must give credit where credit is due. He put up one hell of a fight tonight. VENTURA Oh absolutely. He had this match won more than once. It’s just that his inexperience came back to bite him in the ass. PRL shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "I guess I am better than you after all!" Jamie is now spewing obscenities and kicking the bottom rope. P.R. just laughs at this. He does his Rock pose on a second turnbuckle to loud cheers, then leaves the ring. SCHIAVONE Well, he might not have done it clean, but Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Jamie O’ Hara one-two-three in the middle of the ring. Let’s take a look at the instant replay. The OAOAST Syndicated logo flashes across the screen. We see the ending of the match starting with O’ Hara’s jaw jacking. VENTURA The kid wasted too much time playing to the crowd. He gave PRL plenty of time to recover. He should have gone for the Curbstomp right after the moonsault inverted DDT because that was a GREAT move! He’s gotta learn from this match, incase there’s ever a rematch! SCHIAVONE And I’m sure there will be a rematch someday. Tha Puerto Rican and Jamie O’ Hara put on one hell of a match here tonight. Jamie got some fans here tonight, and I’m sure they’re disappointed, but I think the majority of the crowd is pleased that PR won, regardless of how he did it. "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing as PRL walks back to the entrance. Stephen Joseph Popick is with him, smirking. PRL raises his hands in victory. The crowd cheers. Jamie O’ Hara is still in the ring. His face is red after doing all that yelling. Poor little Jamie throws a temper tantrum in the ring as PR and Popick laugh. VENTURA The Lightning Bolts are going home happy tonight! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican stands near the entrance and smiles a cocky smile. He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "Hey. I win. You lose. Nothing you can do about it!" Stephen Joseph Popick is smiling too. He high fives P.R. and then the two of them exit through the curtains. Jamie O’ Hara has cooled down, but he is still stunned as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing over the P.A. system and the crowd cheers. SCHIAVONE PRL picks up the win on Syndicated!