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COLE Up next on Syndicated is a big championship match...just not a championship from here. The HI-GATE Brave Cup Championship will be defended, as champion Ultra Shago will face Sly Sommers in a Two Out of Three Falls bout! COACH This all started back at the second Torneo Cibernetico in OAOAST history on HeldDOWN~! back in August, where Sly blamed Shago and Dark Predator's lucha exhibition on breaking the pace of the match and therefore costing him the victory in some half-hatched theory. This led to a great tag team bout with Yoshi Chusaki and Sly facing Predator and Shago on HeldDOWN~! a little over a month ago. In that bout, the HI-GATE duo scored the victory... COLE Sommers got picked up by HI-GATE for a tour during the late summer and all of fall. During this tour, Shago and Sly have met three times, twice in tag competition and once for the belt. The first time they met in a tag, Sommers scored the pin in a rematch of the HeldDOWN~! tag with a high-angle powerbomb. The second bout, for the belt, Shago reversed the powerbomb into a snapping hurricanrana to retain the title. Last week in Osaka, Sommers and partner Alex Bryant defeated Shago and Predator when Sommers made the champ tap out to a Liontamer. The HI-GATE President, Kazushi Shiyamoto, has granted the OAOAST the opportunity to host what shall be an amazing bout, as they've made this a three-fall bout to make sure there's a decisive winner after the trading of wins in the Orient. COACH The grapplers are already in the ring! Michael Buffer, introduce these men! (Cut to wide shot of the rings) BUFFER The following bout is set for two out of three falls and is for the HI-GATE Brave Cup Championship! Introducing first, now residing in Scranton, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 201 pounds...in the crimson and grey letterman jacket, biker tights, and boots, he is SLYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOOOOOOMERRRRRRRRRRRS! (boos as Sly raises his fist) BUFFER And his opponent...from Japan...he weighs in tonight at 160 pounds...wearing the white trunks and mask with red fringe and red boots...he is the HI-GATE BRAVE CUP CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON....ULTRA SHAGOOOOOOOOO! (Shago stares forward intensely and adjusts his wrist tape) The referee frisks both men, then signals for the bell... *DING DING* Shago and Sly circle around mid-ring, trying to figure a way to get an early advantage. Shago sticks his hand out for a handshake and Sly reaches out to shake it...then rolls to his side, comes up on one knee, and flips Shago off! They circle around some more and go into a collar and elbow lock-up. Sly tries going under and into a rear waistlock, but cannot lock his hands before Shago is able to go into a wristlock to reverse! Sly tries to yank his wrist out, then attempt a roll-through, as Shago lets go of the hold. Sly comes up to his knees and Shago smiles at him, irritating Sly. Sly gets back to his feet and they circle around again before locking up. This time, Sly quickly goes right into a cravate. Shago steps on the back of Sly's knee to bend him down to a kneeling position, then is easily able to pop his head out and swing around into a headlock on the other side. COACH As much as some people don't like Sly, myself included, I think he's totally making a mistake by trying to re-prove himself with the chain wrestling and should be using his size and power advantage to his favor. Sly has his head cranked in the hold for a moment before rolling to his side, grabbing Shago's legs on the way down and tripping him onto his stomach. Sommers tries to cross Shago's legs, but Ultra Shago pushes up with his arms, allowing him to use his legs to push Sly's hands downward, bending Sommers over. Shago is able to free his feet, then rolls backwards over Sly's back and rolls right back into an Oklahoma Roll... ONE! KICKOUT! Shago rolls right back to his feet and does the "that close" hand symbol right in Sly's face, causing Sly to slap the hand away and pout. Sommers gets pissed and is ready to go back into action. They go into a collar and elbow lock-up, and Sly goes under and into a rear waistlock. Sommers then goes down to one knee while turning around sideways and shoves Shago by the waist, tripping him over the knee. Sommers then leaps into a side headlock on the mat. Shago escapes by bridging out, then twisting around and going into a grounded front facelock. Shago then turns that into a similar side headlock on the mat. Ultra Shago tries bridging back, but that allows Sly to twist out and go into a grounded hammerlock, pressing the palm of Shago's left hand into the mat. But, Shago is somehow able to bridge back into a headstand, then kips up to his feet and nails an armdrag! COLE Geez! Ultra Shago is amazing! Sly bounces up and goes low as Shago leaps straight up, as Sly shove-tosses him forward. Sommers comes off of the ropes behind him as Shago goes down into a dropdown. Sly leaps over Shago, who then pops up to his feet as Sommers comes off of the ropes on the other side. Shago leapfrogs Sly, then rolls onto his back for an inverted monkey flip. Sly comes off of the ropes again and grabs Shago's legs, lifting him into a wheelbarrow and then right into an electric chair. Sly tosses Shago up...and Shago reverses into a front-roll headscissors takedown! Sly rolls back to his feet and runs right into a single-leg takedown. Shago comes off of the ropes and leaps over Sommers, who's rolled over onto his stomach. Shago comes off of the ropes as Sly gets up, Sommers tries to go for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Shago reverses into a satellite headscissors takeover that sends Sommers to the outside! COACH So far, it's been all Shago! Sly comes to his feet quickly, embarrassed by the domination and the booing. Sly grabs Michael Buffer's chair from under him and slams it repeatedly into the ringpost! Sommers then throws it down and spits on Buffer before re-entering the ring, somewhat calmer. Both men circle around, then stick their hands out for a Greco-Roman knucklelock. It takes a few seconds to get the hands adjusted correctly, but they eventually battle for position. Shago tries leaping onto Sly for a monkey flip out of it, but Sly yanks him down by the hands and drives him down face-first onto the mat! Sommers then drops down into a front facelock on the mat. Shago twists and floats on top into a reverse hammerlock to escape the hold. Sly slowly steps up to a bent position, as Shago keeps the hammerlock on. Sly then twists around under the hold, grabs onto Shago's wrist with his other hand, and twists around into a side wristlock. Sly is able to twist over and go behind into another reverse hammerlock. This time, Shago drops down to his knees, then crawls backwards between Sly's legs, going behind his back while escaping the hold. Shago then does a double-handed slap to Sly's back, stunning him for a moment as he leaps over Sly's shoulder and nails an armdrag! COLE Shago's infamous for being able to nail those armdrags from anywhere! Sly pops back up to his feet and Shago immediately offers him a hand for a Greco-Roman, almost getting a little cocky. Sommers slowly reaches out and grabs it...then pulls him right into a fireman's carry! Sly then applies a double-chicken wing to a seated Ultra Shago. Shago bridges up to his feet while in the hold, then is able to leap up and escape the hold while rolling through with a bodyscissors takeover! Both men roll up to their feet. Ultra Shago goes for a collar-and-elbow, but Sly tricks him into walking right into a palm thrust. Shago briefly goes to one knee before being sent off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Shago comes off of the ropes and leapfrogs Sommers, then comes off of the ropes behind and leaps over a drop-down from Sommers. Sly pops up to his feet and bends over, allowing Shago to come off of the ropes and go for a sunset flip. However, Sly holds on using his size advantage, then slaps away Shago's left arm before spinning around and yanking Shago up by the right arm...and Shago leaps up to nail an awesome armdrag on Sommers! COACH Even when you think you have the HI-GATE ace down, he literally pops right back up in your face! Both men roll up to their feet, as Sly charges at Shago and runs right into a drop toe hold. Sly pops up to all fours and Shago comes up from the side and leaps into a side-roll crucifix manuever... ONE! TWO! Sly kicks out! Shago runs to the corner and leaps up to the top rope in insane cat-like fashion. Sommers pops up to his feet, comes to, then charges forward to trip Shago up. But, Shago performs an AMAZING feat and does a cartwheel ACROSS THE TOP ROPE and lands on the apron! The crowd goes APESHIT, as Shago slingshots himself over the top rope and brings Sly over with a spinning flying headscissors! Sly rolls to his feet and take a couple of steps forward in a daze, right into an Ong Bak-style front-flip dropkick! Sly goes down on his back and comes up to his feet slowly, holding his chest. Shago charges at Sly, but Sommers lifts him up in the air under his armpits...and Shago uses that to hit a release headlock takeover! Sly backs up into a corner upon rolling back to his feet, as Shago charges at him again. Sommers ducks down and tries backdropping Shago over the corner, allowing Shago to fling back down and nail an armdrag! COACH So far, Shago's shoving every negative word that Sly's had down his throat! Sommers rolls back to his feet again, and tries hiptossing Shago upon Shago charging at him again. But this time, he's too close to the ropes and Shago's legs bounce off of them, shooting him back to nail another armdrag! Ultra Shago charges and leaps on the second rope behind Sly as he comes to his feet, then leaps over Sly's head and nails an armdrag that sends Sommers rolling under the bottom rope and to the outside! Sommers quickly comes to his feet, as Shago charges at the ropes, then nails an amazing corkscrew dive into an armdrag that sends Sly over the guardrail and onto the hard concrete! COACH The crowd has parted like the red sea! The crowd cheers loudly for the great move, as Ultra Shago climbs to the apron and signals for them to quiet down. Shago then climbs up to the top rope, holds his hand out and gives a thumbs-up, then leaps to the top rope beside him and nails an INCREDIBLE SHOOTING STAR PRESS over the rail and onto a prone Sommers! CROWD "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" COLE I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT! COACH I think Shago's either trying to end this match way quicker than expected or his girlfriend dumped him and he's on a suicide mission! The crowd's going absolutely crazy, as both men lay motionless! The referee's stuck in place from shock and isn't counting! COLE I think...yes, we unfortunately have to go to a commercial break right now... COACH NO! COLE Yes, I know...but, if this results in the first fall, the tape machines WILL BE ROLLING! Back with more in a few! (Cut to a wide shot with stock music and a "COMING BACK!" graphic, then fade to black) (COMMERCIAL BREAK) (We fade back to see Shago going for a La Magistral pin... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE That Shooting Star Press was SO impactful that these two JUST got back into the ring! The referee knew how important this match was to HI-GATE, so he bypassed the countout rule. Shago briefly holds his ribs before just shaking his head in disbelief and then pulls Sly up. Shago shoves Sly into the corner and lights him up with two stiff thrust kicks to the chest. Ultra Shago backs up to mid-ring, then charges forward and goes for a spinning wheel kick...but Sly moves and Shago goes HARD into the turnbuckle! Sly takes a second to catch his breath, as Shago lies on his stomach on the mat in pain. Sommers pulls the HI-GATE Brave Cup Champion up and shoves him stomach-first into the corner. Sommers busts out a neat move where he nails a shoulder charge to the small of the back and in one fluid motion, takes Shago back for a belly-to-back suplex. Shago rolls all the way over to all fours, then Sly comes down with a double axe handle onto the back. Sommers pulls Shago up and shoves him into a corner, then nails a scary-fast jab/backhand slap to the face combo. He does it again and again, each time stiffer than the last. Sommers grabs Shago's arm and goes for an Irish whip, but reverses direction in mid-move, choosing to then nail a big back-body drop, dropping Sly back-first onto the top turnbuckle before falling to the mat in a heap! COACH Sommers has chosen to attack Shago's back, a unique strategy but one I'm sure he has a plan to make work. Sly immediately turns Sommers over for a pin, but it's too close to the ropes. So, he pulls Ultra Shago to mid-ring and goes for a cover without hooking the leg... ONE! TWO! Shago kicks out. Sommers sits Shago up, hooks both arms in a double chicken wing, then rolls him onto his shoulders for a pin... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sly immediately grabs a front facelock on the mat, then floats into a rear waistlock. Sommers has Shago down on his stomach, so he bridges with the waistlock to put more weight on Shago's back. He cranks on the hold as Shago screams out in pain. But, he's able to slowly wiggle around and turns sideways, forcing Sly to break the bridge and go to the regular waistlock to keep ahold of Shago. Ultra Shago's able to come to his feet, as Sly has to follow to keep ahold of the hold. Shago slides his hands in-between the hold and powers Sly's arms apart to break the hold...but, Sly grabs the wrists and yanks them behind Shago's back, forcing him down to one knee as Sommers puts his right boot and pushes on the small of Shago's back! COLE Brutal torture device of sorts here, as Sly's continued his attack of Ultra Shago's back. Shago's in much pain, as the crowd claps along to support Shago in fighting out of this hold. Shago's able to slowly come back to his feet, as Sly's foot slips down and he can't get it back up. Shago slowly twists back around, coming face-to-face with Sly and then going into a wristlock. Sly rolls through, then escapes and goes to a waistlock. Shago reaches back and gets tossed up belly-to-back suplex-style and drops him with a double-knee backbreaker! Sly immediately hops on him like he's on fire for a cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! BUFFER Your winner of fall one via pinfall....SLY SOOOOOOOMERS! ******************* FALL ONE WINNER: Sly Sommers via pinfall 1-0 Sly ******************** They play a replay of the move and cut back to Shago laying in his corner in pain as Cole & Coach talk over it... COACH I'm not quite sure this minute rest period's going to help Shago any. His back got worked over heavily, and I somehow doubt that huge move is going to help any! COLE It's obvious that Sly's power and size advantage has proved to be too much once Shago got grounded after that early advantage. COACH Let's watch some highlights... Shot of the cartwheel across the top rope from Shago... COLE This basically tells the story early on, as Shago used his mind-blowing agility and speed to completely dominate.... Shot of the insane Shooting Star Press to the floor... COACH This was one of the most awe-inspring things I've seen in my life, and even then, this might have been way too big too soon, as right after this happened, Sly somehow took the advantage... Shot of the belly-to-back Lungblower... COLE And after minutes of working the back, this is what took Shago down and is leaving him vulnerable as he's down one-to-zero in a two out of three falls bout for his HI-GATE Brave Cup Title AND he's hurt! Let's go to the ring for the second fall! *DING DING* Sly charges over as Shago's still down on the ground in pain. Sommers pulls him up and goes for a suplex...but Shago escpaes with a knee to the face! Shago backs up and climbs to the top rope in the corner...Shago goes for a Dragonrana! But, Sly catches him in mid-air, then slings him upward, catching his throat right across the bottom of the top rope! COLE Not right! Shago rolls around on the mat, holding his throat, as Sly takes a moment to regroup. He quickly pulls the champ up, lifts him for a side suplex, and drops down to his knees for an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. Shago falls to the mat as Sly goes to one knee, extends his arms outward, and screams "LOVE ME!" to a chorus of boos. Sly rolls over to a cover with his forearm shoved on the side of Shago's face and no leg hook... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sly gets up immediately and comes off of the ropes. Shago sits up right when Sly gets to him, so Sommers stops dead in his tracks and connects with a stiff kick to the spine to send him back down flat, then connects with an elbow drop. Shago immediately turns over to avoid being covered. Sly gets up and hits a kneedrop onto Shago's back. Sommers pulls Shago up with a half-nelson, then applies a rear bearhug. The crowd cheers for Shago to get out of the hold, as he reaches out and grimmaces in pain. Shago slowly reaches back as Sly goes to his knees to apply more pressure...and Shago grabs a headlock! Shago cranks on the headlock, forcing Sly to break the waistlock. Sommers replies to this by dragging Ultra Shago back to the ropes, then shoving him off. Shago bounces off of the ropes on the other end and gets lifted into a gorilla press! Sommers tries tossing him over the top rope, but Shago's entire body bounces back from the top rope and Shago SOMEHOW turns it into a flying headscissors that sends Sly to the outside! COLE HOW? COACH I don't even try thinking about how anymore. Sommers stumbles to his feet, as Shago uses the energy from the crowd to pull himself from his knees and holding his back to a standing position. Shago then springboards to the top rope and goes for Mistico's corkscrew armdrag...but Sly catches Shago in mid-air! He holds him like a feather in a bodyslam position, laughing as he walks around with his smaller opponent to the crowd's boos. Sly then walks over and slams Shago onto the edge of the ring steps! Sommers threatens to back-hand slap a fan, then pulls Shago up and tosses him into the ring. Sly goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sommers argues with the referee for a moment, claiming it was a three-count. He then pulls Shago up and delivers a stiff chop to the small of his back. Sommers then comes off of the ropes and nails a running headbutt to the spine. Sommers sees Shago on all fours and delivers an axe stomp to the back. Sly smiles as the crowd boos him. Sommers slowly pulls Shago up and lifts him for a vertical suplex...but Shago escapes with a knee to the face. Shago then comes off of the ropes and goes for a spinning wheel kick...but Sly catches him! Sommers runs to a corner, tosses him straight up, and Shago lands spine-first on the top turnbuckle! The crowd goes insane as Shago bounces off and back into the ring, holding his back...Sly leaps on for the cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sommers can't believe it! He grabs the referee by his collar and yells right in his face. The referee threatens to DQ him, so he lets go. The crowd cheers as Sommers quickly pulls Shago up and sends him off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Shago runs and ducks underneath a clothesline from Sly. Ultra Shago comes off of the ropes and performs a handspring as Sly turns around! Shago bounces off of his feet and leaps backwards...Sly catches him, but the momentum and arm positioning allows Shago to reverse into an Asai DDT! COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shago rolls over and is in too much pain to show his disappointment. Sommers slowly sits up, holding his neck. Shago gets to all fours as Sly pulls himself to his feet. Sommers pulls Shago up;.and signals for the end. He lifts Shago for a powerbomb...but Shago slips out of the back and goes for the Code Red! But, Sly catches the legs in between his armpits and pushes the ankles down, flinging Shago back up and into a powerbomb position...but Shago reverses into a SNAP RANA that drives Sly's head into the mat! The crowd goes nuts! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! BUFFER Here is your winner of Fall 2...ULTRA SHAAAAAGO! We now go to our third and deciding fall! ********** FALL TWO WINNER: Ultra Shago via Pinfall 1-1 Tie ********** COLE As both men go back to their corners for the rest period, let's take a look back at some of the moments that made the second fall... (Clip of Sly's Dragonrana reversal) COACH Early on, Shago tried relying on his insane aerial attack to overcome the one-fall defecit, but Sly's power was too much... (Clip of the bodyslam on the edge of the stairs) COLE Sommers got taken to the outside by Shago, but quickly went back on the offense with this brutal manuever, effectively going after Shago's injured back. COACH And this is really the story of the match: every time Shago would find an opened door, Sly would slam it shut right on his back. (Clip of the snap rana finish) COLE And here's what ended it all: out of absolute nowhere, after about twenty-four reversals in a row, Shago got him with this awesome hurricanrana and tied things up! This thing's gone to the rubber fall; let's go to the RIIIIIIIIIING! ::BELL RINGS:: Sommers charges at Shago and nails a BRUTAL Yakuza kick from the side where Sly's own leg ends up briefly hung over the top rope! Shago drops down to a seated position, then Sly straight-up kicks him in the ear. Sommers follows up by running to the other end of the ring, bouncing off of the ropes, and nails a running bootscrape! Sommers grabs Shago's feet, hurls him up in mid-air, and lands him in a backbreaker! Sly immediately picks him up in a side suplex and drops him into an over-the-knee backbreaker! COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sly keeps Shago grounded and dropped a double axe handle on the back. He then pulls Shago up and shoves him stomach-first into the corner. Sly backs up into the opposite corner and goes for a flying knee to the back...but Shago moves and Sly crashes into the corner! Sommers bounces backwards, as Shago leaps from the second to the top rope, then goes for the corkscrew armdrag in the ring...he nails IT! Shago rolls into a fireman's bridge pin... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shago pulls Sly up and whips him into a corner. Shago then charges at Sly, but Sommers pops out of the corner and nails an Exploder into the corner! Sly with the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sly pulls Shago up and goes for a uranage backbreaker...but Shago reverse it into a Stunner! Shago then climbs up to the top rope...and he successfully completes a Dragonrana close to the ropes...COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING* BUFFER YOUR WIIINNERRRRRRRRRRRRRR, and STILL HI-GATE BRAVE CUP CHAMPION....ULTRA SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGO! The crowd goes NUTS, as the referee hands Shago his belt! Shago hugs it like a lover on the mat, too afflicted by the pain to stand up. *************** FALL THREE WINNER: Ultra Shago by pinfall 2-1 Shago ************** Shago's music starts up, but Sommers takes the referee aside and argues that he grabbed the bottom rope at two. Another referee runs out to the ring and confronts the first referee. As Shago crawls over and tries to catch what's going on, the second referee has a replay of the pin from one of the floor cameramen's angle, clearly showing Sly grabbing the bottom rope at two. The first referee looks completely confused, then shrugs and tells Michael Buffer his decision... BUFFER The referee has just informed me that, to avoid any controversy that would precede over the HI-GATE Brave Cup Championship Title belt, due to Sly Sommers grabbing the bottom rope during the final fall count, the match WILL CONTINUE! ONE FALL TO A FINISH! Sly hugs the second referee out of glee, as Shago falls down and rubs his hands over his face in disbelief... *DING DING* Sommers immediately pulls Shago up and goes for a suplex, but Shago knees his way out. Shago comes off of the ropes and leaps over a Sommers dropdown, comes off of the ropes on the other side, and rolls over Sly's bent-over back before dropkicking him in the rear end, setting up a Mortal Kick (619). Shago charges and winds through the ropes...but Sly catches the feet! Sommers then swings Shago back into the ring, going for a sit-out faceplant, but Shago reverses into a flying headscissors! COACH Where Shago's getting this second wind from, I have no idea! Sommers rolls to his feet and backs up into a corner. Shago charges in the direction, leaps onto the second rope next to Sly, and leaps back to nail a STIFF dropkick to Sly's face! Sommers drops down to a seated position in the corner, as Shago rolls to his feet, holding his back. Shago charges forward and nails a Shooting Star Attack of sorts to Sly's chest! The crowd cheers! Shago pulls Sly out of the corner and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shago at that moment climbs to the top rope slowly, allowing time for Sly to get up. When Sly's up on his feet, Shago leaps off and goes for a Shooting Star Press...but Sly leaps up and CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR WITH AN ACE CRUSHER! COVER! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! The crowd can't believe it! With both men sweaty and worn out, Sommers pulls Shago up and sends him off with an Irish whip. Shago comes off of the ropes and gets lifted for a hiptoss, but goes into the "bounces off of the ropes into an armdrag" reversal. However, Sly stops him mid-way and BLASTS HIM with a lariat! Sommers pulls Shago up, lifts him on his shoulders, and nails a BRUTAL Angle Slam/Burning Hammer combo driver! COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sly blows a booger on the referee in anger, then pulls Shago up and sends him off with an Irish whip. Shago comes off of the ropes and runs into a snap powerslam! Sommers deadlifts Shago off of the mat immediately and right into a backbreaker! Sly then tosses Shago straight up in the air out of that...and Shago reverses into a crucifix bomb! SHOULDERS DOWN! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men come up, hurt, and Sly throws a kick. But, Shago catches it and slinks behind into a schoolboy... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shago's up first and he goes for a hurricanrana. But, Sly catches him and powerbombs him on the top turnbuckle! Sly keeps ahold of Shago and runs to the corner to the left...and powerbombs him on that top turnbuckle! Sly keeps ahold of Shago, turns around, and nails a running Liger Bomb in mid-ring! COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The crowd's going wild from the near-falls, as Sly immediately pulls Shago up and nails a Tiger Bomb with a jackknife cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Sly cannot believe it, as the crowd cheers for Shago to come back! Sommers pulls Shago up and goes for a vertical suplex. However, he's right behind the ropes and SOMEHOW, Shago rolls out of the back and lands on his feet on the middle rope! Sly turns around, right into a Lionsault! Cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! The crowd groans, as Shago quickly tries to pull Sly up. But, Sly quickly escapes from Shago due to not being effected by pain nearly enough. Sommers connects with two European uppercuts followed up by a tornado European uppercut. Sommers grabs Shago in a gutwrench, then lifts for a Dominator. Shago slips out of the back end and leaps onto the second rope again. Sommers turns around and catches this Lionsault attempt, then flips Shago horizontally over his head and drops him with a high-angle powerbomb, right on the neck! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Sly screams some obscentities, then pulls Shago up. Sommers lifts Ultra Shago up in a gorilla press, but Shago reaches down and goes nuts with backrakes, to the point that Sly drops Shago as he goes down to a bent position...BACK SPLASH! Shago covers! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Shago immediately yells something in Japanese that sounds like "Screw it!" and goes up top. Shago then leaps off without warning and stands on the top rope, waiting for Sly to get up. Sommers slowly rises to his feet, then Shago leaps off, looking to go for some sort of flying bulldog...but SLY SWINGS SHAGO AROUND INTO A BLUE THUNDER PILEDRIVER! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR.... KICKOUT! Sommers immediately pops up to his feet and starts headbutting the top turnbuckle in a corner while screaming "WHAT THE (bleep)?!?!?!?!?" repeatedly. Sommers sees Shago moving, so he pulls him up quickly, lifts him for a vertical suplex, then drops him upside-down onto a STIFF knee strike to the top of the skull! The crowd goes nuts as Sly goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEENNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO! The crowd's up on their feet, giving this action a standing ovation. Sommers slowly pulls Shago up, then drags him to a corner. Sly leaps to the second rope, then pulls Shago up there. Sly goes for a Superbomb...but Shago somehow flips out onto his feet before Sly can drive him down! Shago leaps from the mat up with a no-touch flying hurricanrana! CRADLE! ONE! TWO! REVERSAL INTO A SOMMERS SUNSET FLIP! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sommers sits up on his knees and just shakes his head in disbelief, as the crowd cheers... "OH-EH-OAST!" "OH-EH-OAST!" "OH-EH-OAST!" Sommers signals for the end! He pulls Shago up, lifts him over the shoulder, and drops him with a Domination Driver (Dominator Piledriver)! But, Sommers keeps ahold of Shago, gets up, and chains that into a straitjacket piledriver! The crowd's chanting and cheering for Shago to fight out, as Sly pulls Shago right back up, climbs up to the top rope while dragging Shago's lifeless body up the ropes, Sly bends Shago down....OH MY GOD! Sly tossed him out for a top rope Superbomb and flinged Shago in such a way that he let go and Shago did an EXTRA ROTATION, LANDING ON HIS SHOULDERS! A 630-DEGREE FALL! SLY GOES FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING* BUFFER YOUR WINNNNNNNNNNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW HI-GATE BRAVE CUP CHAMPION....SLY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRS! ************* FALL THREE WINNER: Sly Sommers by pinfall 2-1 Sly ************* The lights come up, as Sly is barely able to roll off of Shago. The referee raises Sly's hand and lays the belt on top of him. The entire crowd is on their feet and giving this match a standing ovation. Sly groggily sits up, clutching the HI-GATE Brave Cup Title belt to his chest. The crowd chants "THANK YOU!" at the competitors for their hard-fought battle... COLE These two men nearly killed each other countless times throughout this bout, always BROUGHT it, and in the end, this crowd loves them both for it! Sommers slowly comes to one knee, then looks around to the crowd, and they chant "SLY!" at him. Sly gets to his feet and applauds the crowd, trying to scream "THANK YOU!" to them over the loud chanting. He then looks over to see Shago, barely up on his knees. The crowd goes deathly silent, as Shago and Sly exchange in an eerie stare. After what seems like an eternity, Sly offers his hand! Shago looks around at the crowd, who are confused. Shago looks up at Sly...and shakes his hand! The crowd cheers loudly, as Sly pulls Shago up and hugs him! Another huge pop from the crowd, as Sly raises Shago's hand! Sly then yells at the ring announcer to bring a chair into the ring. The crowd kind of goes "oooooh...", but Sly then folds it out for Shago to sit in. However, Shago refuses and just wants to go to the back for medical help. Sly grabs Shago and insists he sits down in the chair. COLE This is strange... Shago tries to bow out gracefully and give all of the attention to the deserving winner. As Shago starts to limp out of the ring, Sly gets a really angry look on his face. Out of nowhere, he grabs Shago from behind into a waistlock, and nails a BRUTAL German suplex onto the seat of the chair! COACH WHAT THE HELL? The crowd murmurs in anger as Sommers rolls over to Shago and continually yells in his ear "RESPECT ME!" Sommers grabs his belt from off of the ground and storms off to a chorus of boos, as a sea of officials charge the ring to check on Shago's well-being. COLE This isn't right! Even when he tries to do the right thing, Sly Sommers is too incompetent to follow up! COACH Let's cut to something else! NOVEMBER REIGN 2006~! NOVEMBER 26TH, 2006 LIVE FROM VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! CALL YOUR LOCAL CABLE OR SATELLITE PROVIDER TO ORDER NOW! SCHIAVONE November Reign, coming up in... VENTURA What is going on around here!? Why are those morons calling our matches still!? This is a travesty. First my voice gets edited off of every show I've ever done when they're released on DVD and now I can't even call the matches in the first place!? SCHIAVONE Well Jesse, the good news is we've got some action to call right now. We're going to take our second to last commercial break momentarily. Big grudge match coming up, then the match everybody's been talking about, War Games, as Team Wildcards slash Team SWF take on the OAOAST foursome led by Zack Malibu! The biggest main event in the history of our sport! Don't go anywhere, we're coming right back! *DUNNA DUNNA* MARIA Still to come on Syndicated, eight men go to battle in the television debut of WAR GAMES! Up NEXT though: Jamie O'Hara goes one on one with The Corporate Champion, Tha Puerto Riiican! Disclaimer: Christy Hemme. Still busy. *Commercial Break*

As we return to the arena An Ode To Killings, a song we haven't heard in quite a while is playing while Prince Killings stands in the ring. TONY Welcome back to Syndicated folks. WarGames is almost upon us, but right now we are about to see the OAOAST debut of someone who claims will "raise the bar" for the rest of the locker room. And why is there a red curtain covering the entranceway? JESSE Because, Tony, the curtain is about to rise on what should be a storied career. What, they didn't teach you symbolism in your correspondence course in broadcasting? The music fades and the arena lights go out. A spolight shines on the curtain as the opening of Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers comes over the PA. The curtain slowly rises as the first verse begins, revealing James Riggs and Staci standing side by side. Riggs wears a long white trench coat opened in front while Staci is wearing a white dress shirt tied up to show a bit of midrift and a black skirt cut about halfway between her knee and thigh. Black bandana, sweet Louisiana Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana She's a runner, rebel and a stunner Oh her merry way sayin' baby whatcha gonna Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal forty five Just another way to survive BUFFER And his opponent, making his OAOAST debut here tonight. Being accompanied by Staci Robert, he hails from Torrence, California and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the OAOAST....JAMES RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIGGGGGS!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Riggs simply brushes off the boos as he continues to walk with Staci now leading the way. She walks up the ring steps, Riggs taking the opportunity to enjoy the view before walking up himself. Staci kisses her hand and puts it to James' lips before she sits on the middle rope and, in one smooth motion, brings her legs up and crosses them, balancing her entire body on the middle rope while pushing up the top rope, allowing Riggs to step through. When Riggs is in the ring she, in another smooth motion, uncrosses them and ducks under the top rope herself. JESSE Well, that Staci sure has some flexibility. That probably comes in handy in other areas as well. Riggs walks over to the corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle. He slaps his chest twice with crossed arms before cockily raising them into the air. Pyro shoots across both sides of the ring apron behind him (a la Shawn Michaels) before meeting at the ring post where a stream of golden sparkles shoots out. TONY From what we understand, James Riggs started in California at the age of 19, about seven years ago and made his name in the independent organizations there before moving on to Japan and our sister promotion, HI-YAH. JESSE I've watched some tapes of his matches and it isn't cockiness when he says he can teach people a thing or two around here. That match with Zack Malibu in Yokohama had the fans absolutely riveted. Staci helps Riggs remove his coat and he hands her his sunglasses with a peck on the lips. Referee Charles Robinson holds the ropes open for her to exit before he gives last minute instructions to both men and calls for the bell. *DING DING* Riggs immediately charges at Killings and takes him down. Killings tries to fight back, but Riggs is much too fast and skilled for him. Killings grabs for the ropes and forces a break, scrambling to his feet in the corner. Staci taunts him from the outside, distracting him while Riggs stands in the opposite corner. JESSE Watch this, Tony, watch this! Riggs charges towards a still distracted Killings, who turns his attention to his opponent just in time to see him do a forward roll....and smash his foot right into Prince's face! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" TONY OH! Whatamaneuver!! JESSE That's a rolling wheel kick, made famous by the great Jushin Liger. TONY I think Prince is out! Indeed, Killings flops to the mat face first before Riggs rolls him over and covers. 1...... 2...... 3!!!! *DING DING* TONY What!? It's over! Staci squeals with delight as Riggs has his arm raised. JESSE That might have been one of the fastest wins in OAOAST history. One move and it's over! TONY Let's get the official word from Michael Buffer. BUFFER Llladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall in seventeen and one half seconds.....JAAAAAAMES RRRRRRRRRIGGGSSSSSSS!!!!! Riggs, who should be happy about his first OAOAST win, is simply shaking his head, the words "That's it?" crossing his lips. TONY 17.5 seconds? We have to check, but that may be an OAOAST record. An incredible and effortless debut for James Riggs, though you have to admit that the competition wasn't exactly fierce. JESSE Crappy opponent or not, when the entrances take longer than the match did, it's impressive. TONY Well, James Riggs has certainly made quite an impact in his OAOAST debut. Now let's go to "Mene" Gene Okerlund for a special interview. Cut to the arena floor and the old and as old school gets interview stage, stationed to one side of the entrance way, where the incomparable "Mene" Gene Okerlund is waiting, microphone in hand. The crowd behind him start waving like the mindless drones they are as soon as they see the camera on them. Gene-O's a professional though and does his best to ignore them. OKERLUND Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... he is YOUR 2005 OAOAST Rookie Of The Year... "THE NATURAL" CHHRRIISSTTIIAANN... WWWRRRRIIIIIIGGHHTT!!!! *BREEEAAAK!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool powers through the arena as the street-clad Christian Wright emerges, head down solemnly as he takes the detour from the aisleway to the interview stage. Scaling the steps, Wright takes a moment to glare out a fan with a conveniently placed "NATURAL BORN LOSER" sign before taking up his position beside Gene. Facing away from the fans, naturally. SCHIAVONE And here's a man at his lowest ebb. Christian Wright, having a terrible 2006 which got even worse two Thursday nights ago as he lost to the Dance Dance Dragon, a big fall from grace from the man who main evented Zero Hour in February. VENTURA Okerlund better watch himself tonight. He's got a big mouth and he's talking to someone who's liable to lose it at any second. SCHIAVONE I notice you weren't quick to volunteer to interview him. VENTURA I'm busy enough dealing with you Schiavone! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" OKERLUND Chri... WRIGHT Before I proceed, Mr Okerlund... (turns to crowd) I must INSIST on some sembleance of repose from these uneducated heathens. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" Well, that failed. If anything, the chants just get louder as Wright pouts, trying to keep his cool. OKERLUND They don't seem to be stopping. VENTURA Very astute. OKERLUND Well I think we should continue anyway. Christian, it's been ten months since the Angle Awards, where you were voted 2005 Rookie Of The Year by our loyal OAOAST fans. Ten, long, hard months. In that time you lost your HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship to Zack Malibu, failed to capture both the HI-YAH and OAOAST Tag Team Titles. You split with your bodyguard and tag team partner Bohemoth, who then went on to defeat you in your one on one Cage Match score settler. And last week on HeldDOWN~!, you suffered what some say was your most embarrassing defeat, at the hands of the Dance Dance Dragon. WRIGHT Pray tell, Eugene. Eugene!? WRIGHT Is this savage character assassination a means to an end, or is a point forthcoming? OKERLUND A point is coming, yes. Because many people are saying that you've failed to live up to your Rookie Of The Year billing. And my point, my question, is do you feel you've let down the OAOAST fans who voted for you? Shaking his head, Wright smirks at the suggestion. Glancing over his shoulder, one long at the fans just puts the smirk back on his face. WRIGHT 'Let down, the fans'? Ha! The contribution of said, quote unqoute, 'fans' to my thus far impressive career is barely worth calculation! A nonentity! These 'fans' may have ballotted yours truly into Rookie Of The Year candidancy, yet they contributed nothing towards the accomplishments that put me into contention in the first place. These very same cretins now take unbridled gaiety in witnessing my supposed downfall. Towards them, I have nothing to answer to! Nothing! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE!! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" OKERLUND If we could... stay focused. Thank you. Now, during your match with the Dance Dance Dragon, it was suggested that being Rookie Of The Year has placed a 'curse' on you? Would you agree with that? WRIGHT Curses are the things of myths and whimsical fancy. I am under no 'vexation' or 'hoodoo'. OKERLUND So, how would you explain your terrible record this year? "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" This time there's no smirk, as Wright just glares a hole right through Okerlund. Wright is fuming inside, so much so that it's slowly showing on the outside, like a balloon about to burst. And Okerlund wisely checks behind him for a quick escape route. Just incase. WRIGHT Please proceed to the next question. OKERLUND Okay. Well, uhm, in that case, how do you plan on ensuring next year isn't as much of a failure as this year has been? VENTURA Oh, he's asking for it now! Gene might be pushing his luck a little as Wright hangs his head, running a hand through his hair. Enough is enough though and Wright throws his hands up in defeat, before turning to leave. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" OKERLUND Now hang on just a minute here. These are perfectly valid question Christian. Don't expect us all to believe that you're lost for words, these people know you far better than that. You asked for this time to give us some answers Christian. And so far, we haven't got any. Is this just a crisis of confidence, or something more? Wright makes it down just one step, rethinking even as he does so. In no mood to answer the questions being thrown at him, the oddly quiet Natural turns back to leave. But again he stops short. Not because of any second thoughts this time, but instead because of the sound of music playing through the arena... ...as "Money Talks" by AC/DC hits!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Now, hold on a minute. What is this!? VENTURA Looks like Theodore Moneymaker! Maybe he's gonna bung Okerlund some cash to shut his mouth and stop hassling our Rookie Of The Year. Sure enough, the finely dressed figure that steps through the curtains is "The Billion Dollar Heir" Theodore Moneymaker, strolling out with his finely tailored smoking jacket bursting with dollar bills. However, he's not alone. Flanking the OAOAST's most money making man is Mackenzie DeCenzo, Business Consultant to The Beverly Hills Blonds who've also decided to join the party in their matching blue pastel suits. Moneymaker coaxes Wright back onto the interview stage as he scales the steps, adjusting the jacket as the fans jeer away. OKERLUND Theodore Moneymaker, we haven't seen you since your run-in with Los Diablos de Fuego weeks ago. Just what business do you ha... THEODORE Shut up, little man! I'm not here to talk to you, I'm here to talk to this gentleman, so you just keep that microphone steady and your trap shut! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" 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! 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. VENTURA Wow, Schiavone! Christian Wright came out here a broken man and now, he's leaving with a pocket full of cash and a job with The Enterprise! Talk about your reversal in fortune. In more ways than one. So much for that curse, huh? SCHIAVONE I wouldn't go that far, it's not like Christian won a match here tonight. Money doesn't neccessarily bring you success Jess. VENTURA You'd better start walking, because that's B.S! SCHIAVONE Fans, Michael Cole and The Coach will be back to call our next match. VENTURA What?! SCHIAVONE Stay with us! More great action when we return! VENTURA What's this about those goofs...

EWC, send your stuff to me when you're finished. KC sent me everything else, so if you guys sent it to him I got it.

The lights go down in the arena as the opening of "Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem starts playing. When the bassline kicks in, a single white spotlight shines on the entryway. Reject comes out through the curtains to a chorus of boos. Reject poses as the spotlight shines on him, a smirk on his face. He then starts walking to the ring as "Renegade" continues playing. *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 The Bronx. Weighing in at 235 lbs. Representing The Five Burroughs, This...is...RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEJJJJJEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCCCCTTTTTTTTT! Reject continues walking to the ring, lunging after some fans along the way. Then an unexpected but familiar voice is heard. COLE Don't adjust your sets, ladies and gentlemen. It's the weekend not Thursday night. Michael Cole and Johnathan Coachman from HeldDOWN~! here to bring you the next match on Syndicated, a match that was added late to the show, but which is still personal, none the less. Two weeks ago on HeldDOWN~!, Colombian Heat took on Reject one-on-one. The match ended in a double countout when both men brawled on the floor. Afterwards, Reject continued his attack on Heat, knocking him out with the Eulogy as Heat’s girlfriend, Stacey Robertson, looked on! COACH Aww, poor little Stacey. Having to watch her boyfriend get annihilated at the hands of a superior athlete. If she was with me, she wouldn’t have to worry about that! COLE Do I have to go over this with you every week? SHE’S NOT GOING TO DATE YOU! COACH She will Mikey Cole. She will. Someday. Reject enters the second ring. The spotlight continues shining on him as he heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air. The crowd boos. Reject eggs the crowd on. COACH The spotlight shines brightly on Reject! A member of The Five Burroughs, Reject has got an easy opponent tonight on Syndicated! COLE Don’t be too sure of yourself, Coach. Colombian Heat had him beat two weeks ago. COACH No he didn’t. The match ended in a double countout. COLE But Reject left the ring to avoid getting hit with the Colombian Necktie. COACH No, he left the ring to get a breather. Big difference. COLE *Sigh* Reject gets off the second turnbuckle. The lights go back on in the arena. Reject removes his sunglasses and black sleeveless vest, but keeps his bandana on. He pulls on the ropes and then looks to the entrance as "Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem dies down. COLE Hopefully, we will now see an actual winner in this rematch. COACH Yeah, Reject’s gonna beat the crap out of Colombian HACK! A piano plays a melody, causing the crowd to cheer. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. "COME ON!" *BOOM~!* Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The crowd cheers loudly. Colombian Heat dances his way out through the curtains. Heat raises his hands, acknowledging the fans. Colombian Heat points to both sides of the entrance, and then walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And his opponent. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 180 lbs. COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! COLE Colombian Heat and his friend Spanish Fly have had a few run-ins with Reject and his friends these past few weeks. Three weeks ago on HeldDOWN~!, Heat and Fly saved their friend Jumbo from an attack from The Burrough Boys. And let’s not forget, that Colombian Heat was the first one eliminated from the Heartland Invitational Chamber Of Hell Match II at World Without End BY Reject! COACH Yeah, he was eliminated before all six men entered! Ha! What a loser! COLE Heat has got the love of the fans. He’s got a girlfriend. He’s a talented superstar. I don’t think he’s such a loser. COACH Yeah...well...his shorts are too baggy. COLE You’re just looking for reasons to hate aren’t you? Colombian Heat stops in the front row to kiss Stacey Robertson, who is once again watching her man compete. Heat hops into the second ring. He gets on the second ring rope and does the "WESTSIIIIIIIDE" hand signal, receiving cheers. Heat then gets on a second turnbuckle and throws up the "W" hand signal again, receiving more cheers. COLE Stacey Robertson is here again tonight, and last Thursday she was accosted by Reject! Luckily, Colombian Heat came to her aid. COACH Reject wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just getting a closer look at that fine specimen Colombian Heat calls his girlfriend. Can you BLAME him for being interested? COLE Stacey is a very attractive woman, but Reject shouldn’t be coming onto her when it’s obvious she’s not interested. COACH Spoken by someone whose been turned down 2 million times. COLE That’s 349,597 times mister! Colombian Heat gets off the second turnbuckle and calls for a microphone. He gets one as "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing. COLOMBIAN HEAT YO! YO! YO! WHAT’S UP PITTSBURGH, P.A.!?!? The crowd cheers! "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Pitbull and Lil’ Jon dies down. The camera cuts to Stacey Robertson cheering. Colombian Heat winks at her. HEAT How you doin’ baby gurl? Stacey blows Heat a kiss. COLOMBIAN HEAT Now...if all of y’all are ready to see Reject feel the Heat, then Steel City, make some noise UP IN THIS-- *BAM!* Reject attacks Colombian Heat from behind as the crowd says, "BI-AAAATCH~!!!" Referee Charles Robinson calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLOMBIAN HEAT vs. REJECT Reject stomps on Colombian Heat. COLE Reject in a hurry to get this match started! COACH He didn’t want to deal with Colombian Heat’s pre-match schtick, so he stopped it, and thank you for that Reject, by the way. Reject picks Colombian Heat up. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Reject gives Heat a vertical suplex--Heat lands on his feet! Heat turns Reject around, and elbows him in the face a few times. CH grabs Reject and whips him into the ropes. He follows that up with an A.J. Styles-like dropkick that knocks Reject to the canvas! Stacey Robertson cheers! COACH Keep showing her and ignore Heat! Colombian Heat plays to the crowd, and then bounces off the ropes, doing the "Where The Hood At!?" onto Reject! Heat goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR--KICK OUT AT TWO! Colombian Heat grabs Reject’s right arm and applies an arm-bar on it. Charles Robinson checks on Reject, but he refuses to give up. Since it’s early in the match, Reject still has enough strength to roll back onto his feet. Reject escapes the arm-bar and hits Heat with a front dropkick! Heat hits the mat hard, so Reject gets up again and poses for the crowd. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Not alot of love for Reject here tonight. Reject taunts the crowd. He then goes to pick Colombian Heat up. PELE KICK! COLE Pele Kick! Pele Kick on Reject! COACH Oh no! He can hit it from anywhere! The crowd is fired up following that last move. Colombian Heat gets back to his feet and starts stomping away on Reject. CH picks up Reject and whips him into the ropes. Reject reverses. Colombian Heat bounces off the ropes. Step Over Spinning Heel Kick! COLE Reject not out of this match yet! COACH How could he be? It just started! And even if this match WAS long, he wouldn’t be out of it! Reject delivers a snap suplex on Heat. Reject then bounces off the ropes and does a Rolling Thunder onto Heat! REJECT THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! Reject covers Heat. 1... 2... Colombian Heat rolls up Reject from behind! 1... 2... REJECT KICKS OUT! COLE Colombian Heat almost had the victory! Both Colombian Heat and Reject get up at the same time. They start slugging it out in the middle of the (second) ring. Reject gives Heat an Irish whip into the ropes--Heat reverses. Heat leaps onto Reject’s shoulders and gives him a headscissors takedown! STACEY ROBERTSON YEAH! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE Good move by Colombian Heat! Reject rolls out of the ring. He looks pretty pissed. Colombian Heat takes this time to get onto a second turnbuckle and raise his hands in the air to cheers. Reject walks around the ringside area until he meets up with Stacey Robertson. Reject starts coming onto her again, which causes the crowd to boo. COLE There he goes again! He just won’t leave her alone! COACH Her red hair and B-Cup breasts are like magnets to him! He can’t help it! Colombian Heat sees Reject flirting with Stacey and exits the ring. But unlike last Thursday, Reject is prepared, knocking Colombian Heat to the floor with a VICIOUS back elbow! COLE Reject just suckered Colombian Heat right in! COACH He knew Colombian Heat would come to Stacey’s aid. He prepared for it and it worked! Bravo Reject! Bravo! Reject glances at Stacey, an evil grin on his face. The crowd boos as Reject picks up Colombian Heat and throws him into the ring. Reject stomps on Colombian Heat, taunting him in between the stomping. Reject picks up Colombian Heat by his orange T-shirt. Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! It gets two. Reject poses again, garnering more boos. "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" Stacey Robertson leads the chant. COLE Stacey trying to get the crowd fired up for Heat. Reject tells the crowd to "SHUT UP BEFORE I EAT YOUR CHILDREN!" He picks Colombian Heat up. Heat is dazed. Reject sizes CH up, and then kicks him in the gut--BLOCKED! So, Reject responds to that with an Owen Hart style Enziguri! He goes for the cover! COLE 1! 2! And--no! COACH THAT WASN’T ENOUGH!? COLE No. It wasn’t. The match still continues! COACH COME ON! "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" Reject is getting slightly winded, but still carries on. He picks up Colombian Heat, taunts him, and then delivers a Fisherman’s Buster on Heat! COLE Whoa! What a move from Reject! Reject’s not done yet, as he climbs the top rope. He then jumps off the top rope with a Macho Man style elbow onto Colombian Heat’s chest! Reject covers Heat. ONE....TWO....KICK OUT! COLE Colombian Heat continues fighting on! Reject is pissed, and yells at the referee. But Charles Robinson still insists the count was 2. Reject says, "Fine!" and waits for Colombian Heat to get up. Once he does, Reject nails Heat with a Maven-style dropkick that is so powerful that it sends Colombian Heat to the outside! Stacey stands up, worried for her boyfriend. Charles Robinson starts his 10 count, but Reject tells Lil’ Naitch to hold on...so that he can charges towards Colombian Heat and hit him with a baseball slide! Heat hits the guardrail HARD! COLE Reject not letting Colombian Heat get one ounce of offense here tonight! He wants to make sure that this match ends with his victory! COACH And he’s doing a good job of making sure of that I tells ya! Colombian Heat winces in pain. Reject smirks at the fallen Colombian Heat. Charles Robinson is counting again, but Reject really doesn’t want this match to also end in a countout, so he exits the ring in order to pick Colombian Heat up and throw him back into the ring again. Reject stomps on Colombian Heat for a little bit, and then picks him up. Irish whip into the ropes. Colombian Heat goes for a clothesline, but Reject ducks, grabs Heat from behind, and nails him with a German Suplex! The once beloved face gets up and poses for the fans. He then readjusts his bandana and picks Heat up. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Reject whips Colombian Heat into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Colombian Heat ducks, and punches Reject in the face! He punches Reject again! And again! Colombian Heat DANCES~! And then punches Reject in the face a fourth time completing the Shake, Rattle, & Roll! Heat then bounces off the ropes and does a SHIMMY~! dropping a knee onto the head of Reject! COLE Shaky Leg Kneedrop! Colombian Heat is making the comeback! CH covers Reject. It gets two. CH picks Reject up. Heat punches him in the face a few times, then whips him into the ropes. Clothesline! Followed by another clothesline! Then another! And another! And another! And STILL another! CH whips Reject into a turnbuckle. He follows with another clothesline! Colombian Heat then unleashes a combination of chops and punches to Reject! The crowd gets hotter and hotter with each punch and chop. Colombian Heat then switches to martial arts kicks all over Reject’s body. COLE Reject keeps getting nailed with those martial arts kick! COACH Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Colombian Heat finishes off the kicks with a jumping back kick to Reject’s jaw, which causes him to slump down onto the mat with his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. COLE Uh-oh! Oh my! COACH No! Not this again! The crowd starts cheering loudly, as is Stacey. Heat smiles at Stacey and then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle. COACH Please tell me! Not this! Colombian Heat does the "low-rider" hand gesture, and then charges forward...doing a Broncobuster on Reject! COLE Broncobuster! Reject just got hit with the Broncobuster! COACH Oh God! Why!? That’s disgusting! A disgusting move that should be banned from the OAOAST! UGH! Colombian Heat does another SHIMMY~! to the crowd’s delight. Heat picks up Reject once again and whips him into the ropes. Heat charges forward, but Reject counters with a BAAAAAAACK Body Drop onto the gap in between the two rings. Luckily, Colombian Heat lands on his feet. But Reject doesn’t know that, and exits the ropes to pose. While he does that, Heat hops onto the top ring rope and launches off it, hitting Reject from behind with a springboard flying forearm! COLE What a maneuver! What a maneuver from Colombian Heat! COACH What is wrong with Reject? Is he off his "A" game? Why is he letting Colombian Heat beat him like this? COLE Perhaps Colombian Heat has Reject’s number. COACH Or perhaps not. Colombian Heat goes to pick Reject up...but Reject kicks him in his right knee and rolls out of the second ring into the first. COACH That’s good Reject. That’s good. Take a breather. That’s very good. Colombian Heat follows Reject into the first ring, climbing the top turnbuckle. Heat waits for Reject to get up. When Reject gets to his feet, Colombian Heat flies off the top rope and hits Reject with a beautiful missile dropkick! After he hits the missile dropkick, Colombian Heat sits up and looks at his right hand. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Here we go! It’s showtime, folks! COACH I hate this move so damn much. Colombian Heat starts shaking his right hand. His head is also shaking, like he’s having a seizure. Stacey Robertson is also shaking her right hand in the front row, smiling brightly. COLE It could be time for the most illingnest move in sports-entertainment! COACH WHAT?! After shaking his head and hand for sometime, Colombian Heat stretches out his arms and lets out a "WASSSSSUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP?" before doing a Spin-A-Roonie to the delight of the crowd! COLE Spin-A-Roonie! Spin-A-Roonie! Spin-A-Roonie! STACEY ROBERTSON YEAH BABY! YEAH! Colombian Heat stands up and poses for the crowd. Colombian Heat covers Reject. 1...2...3--KICK OUT! COACH Should have covered him immediately instead of doing that stupid move, Heat. COLE Maybe so. Colombian Heat is disappointed. He picks up Reject and whips him into the ropes--NO--Reject reverses. Colombian Heat slides underneath Reject’s legs...but gets hit in the face with a STIFF crescent kick! COLE Crescent Kick wipes out Colombian Heat’s jaw! Reject covers Heat. 1... 2... 2.999999999999999999999999999 HEAT GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP! Stacey Robertson is biting her nails. Reject can’t believe he only got two. The match is starting to take its toll on both men, as they are now sweating and breathing hard. Reject gets up slower this time. He grabs Colombian Heat by his head and whips him into a turnbuckle. Reject follows with a Stinger Splash, but Heat moves out of the way just in the nick of time! Heat takes advantage of Reject’s stunned state, grabbing him and placing him on the second turnbuckle. Heat then climbs the top turnbuckle by himself. Heat uses the back of Reject to maintain his balance. COLE Colombian Heat using his quickness that time, and what is he doing now? Colombian Heat leaps up. INVERTED HURRICARANA OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!! COACH YO~! COLE How about that? The crowd explodes with cheers. Stacey jumps up and down. Colombian Heat quickly covers the fallen Reject. Charles Robinson counts. 1! 2! 2 1/2 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CROWD GROOOAANNN! COLE REJECT KICKED OUT! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! COACH I can! He just shocked everybody by kicking out of that one! COLE I thought that was it! I thought that was the ending! COACH Well, you thought wrong. Reject’s still alive, baby! The crowd is shocked, along with Colombian Heat and Stacey. "THAT WAS 3!" "THAT WAS 3!" "THAT WAS 3!" "THAT WAS 3!" COLE Reject still fighting despite that incredible inverted hurricarana! COACH He’s gonna win this one! I know he will! The tide is shifting right about now! Colombian Heat grits his teeth and shoots up. He puts his hands around his neck and starts gagging, the international sign for the Colombian Necktie. COLE That move will make it into the highlight reel of the OAOAST 2006, but even more amazing, is that Reject KICKED OUT! A tired Colombian Heat picks up Reject. He kicks Reject in the stomach, turns him around, turns around himself, and then hooks Reject’s arms. HOWEVER, Reject escapes Heat’s grip. He then pushes Colombian Heat into the ropes and rolls him up! 1! 2! KICK OUT! COLE He almost got him! Reject grabs Colombian Heat and whips him into the ropes. Spinning Wheel Kick! Heat’s flat on the mat. Reject climbs the top rope. COLE This match has taken us from the second ring to the first! Reject leaps onto the top ring rope, and then springboards off of it for a moonsault. THAT MISSES! COLE Reject got alot of air on that one, but didn’t get Heat! COACH Ah nuts. Reject lies face down on the mat. Colombian Heat slowly gets up, using the ropes for help. Reject starts getting up himself. Colombian Heat gets to a vertical base. He is perspiring and out of breath, but he still manages to get into position to deliver his finishing move. COLE Reject could be in trouble here! Reject slowly gets to one knee with Colombian Heat right behind him. The crowd is getting hot, hoping that the end is near. Stacey Robertson is slapping the guardrail as a way of supporting Heat. COACH Oh, look out Reject! Look out! Reject slowly, very slowly gets to a vertical base. He is having trouble standing up though. The crowd cheers loudly. COLE Colombian Heat going for the finish! Colombian Heat hooks Reject’s arms, but Reject escapes again! Reject punches Heat in the face and grabs him in a 3/4 facelock. THE EULOGY! NO! Colombian Heat escapes! Heat hooks Reject’s arms, and then lifts him up into the air! Colombian Heat lets the blood rush to Reject’s head. COACH No! No! No! No! No! COLE Could it be? Could it be? Colombian Heat smiles at the crowd... ...AND THEN DROPS REJECT WITH THE COLOMBIAN NECKTIE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111 "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Colombian Necktie! It’s all over! Colombian Heat covers Reject, hooking Reject’s left leg. Referee Charles Robinson counts, as does the crowd. ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING* (9:06) "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Colombian Heat picks up the win on Syndicated! "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. Colombian Heat raises his hands in victory with Stacey Robertson cheering on. BUFFER Here is your winner...COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Heat plays to the crowd while Reject lies on the mat, a beaten man. Heat dances to his theme song. COLE Reject put up quite a fight, but in the end, Colombian Heat was able to escape the Eulogy and hit the Colombian Necktie to pick up the win! COACH What a bunch of baloney! It should be Reject celebrating with Stacey in his arms! How did that clod end up with her? COLE Maybe it’s because of what we just seen. Colombian Heat is a terrific athlete and one of the best OAOAST superstars today! COACH It’s the money. That’s it! Stacey’s a gold digger! COLE Oh pish-posh! CH throws up the "W" one more time on a second turnbuckle as "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing. COLOMBIAN HEAT I CAN’T BE STOPPED, YO! DAMN RIGHT! Heat blows a kiss to Stacey and waves to her. Stacey blows a kiss and waves back. COLE What a performance by Colombian Heat. Able to escape the Eulogy and hit the Colombian Necktie. Let’s take a look at the replay. The OAOAST Syndicated logo flashes across the screen. We see Reject doing the baseball slide onto Colombian Heat. COACH Okay, so the match went back and forth, but Reject had more offense, thank you very much. Cut to Colombian Heat giving Reject the inverted hurricarana. COACH Then Colombian Heat actually hit an offensive move on Reject. With that inverted Frankensteiner--I’m sorry--Hurricarana. I still can’t explain that one. It almost took the head off of Reject though, so if Reject was decapitated, Colombian Heat could have been arrested for murder! Reject still kicked out. Because he can. Cut to the ending with Colombian Heat escaping the Eulogy and hitting the Colombian Necktie. COACH I CAN explain this. Colombian Heat put vaseline on his head, so Reject’s hands couldn’t properly grip Heat’s head. That allowed Colombian Heat to escape, and hit his finishing move, the Colombian Necktie for the 1-2-3. COLE He put vaseline on his head? COACH Yeah! How else can you explain Heat escaping the Eulogy? COLE Coach come on! Give me a break! COACH What? It’s the truth, Ruth! I’ll never use that phrase again; I’m sorry. The OAOAST Syndicated logo flashes across the screen. We return to live action with Colombian Heat hugging and kissing Stacey Robertson. Heat helps Stacey over the guardrail. COACH I think I just saw panties! COLE No you didn’t, Coach. She’s wearing jeans. COACH Oh. Heat walks with Stacey hand in hand back into the first ring. Colombian Heat plays to the crowd some more, pointing to his girlfriend as if to say, "Check out what I’ve got!" Stacey blushes, shy being around all these thousands of people. COACH *Sigh* That should be me up there. Colombian Heat raises Stacey Robertson’s hands in the air. The crowd cheers loudly. Suddenly, the lights go down and pyro shoots up from the four ring posts. The crowd cheers some more. COLE What a sight up there! What a memorable night this episode of Syndicated is turning out to be! And it’s just gonna keep on getting better! We’ve still got Tha Puerto Rican squaring off against Jamie O’ Hara as well as War Games! COACH Two things to cheer me up after this match! I can’t wait! COLE We’ll be back with more of Syndicated right after this! Colombian Heat hugs and kisses Stacey Robertson in the ring. The lights are still out and pyro is still shooting from the ring posts. The crowd cheers loudly as "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull continues playing. The two love birds hug, smiling broadly, all alone in the ring, and that’s the last image we see as we go to break.

Magnum Opus hits, and Alfdogg walks out followed by Deon Black. They are accompanied by Rick Heyross. COACH I've been waiting a long time for this one! COLE Big tag team match, coming up! Let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way down the aisle, accompanied by Rick Heyross...at a total combined weight of 758 pounds...the team of "THE MANITOBA MAMMOTH", DEON BLACK, and his partner, the OAOAST Canadian champion...ALFDOGG!!!!! COLE Brock Ausstin laid out the challenge a couple weeks ago on HeldDOWN~! Alf accepted on behalf of his team, and a week later, Brock revealed his partner, the 24/7 champion Bohemoth! Alf poses on the buckle, as Heyross grabs a mic and hands it to him. COLE And this is going to be a barnburner! Alf takes the mic, and Heyross stands in mid-ring with the Canadian flag. COACH Time to get up, Cole! Show some respect! ALF So, here we are, here at Syndicated! We have arrived! *crowd boos* ALF And Brock, I know you have high hopes now that you've landed the METROSEXUAL MONSTER, Bohemoth as your tag partner... *crowd cheers* ALF But in just a few short minutes, when the Mammoth gets his hands on the two of you, your hopes will turn into REALITY. And when it's all said and done, Brock, you two are gonna feel like Ben Roethlisburger after a bike ride... COACH HI-YO~! *crowd boos loudly* ALF ...because you're gonna CRASH and BURN! *crowd continues to boo* ALF Now then, before me and the Mammoth squash these two into American cheese, all you morons here in Shittsburgh need to stand up, and show some respect for the greatest country in the world! Alf hands the mic to Buffer, and stands at the ropes with his hands behind his back, as O Canada plays. The anthem finishes, and Alf stretches on the ropes. Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits, and Brock Ausstin gets a THUNDEROUS pop as he comes through the curtains. COLE And here come their opponents! BUFFER Introducing their opponents...at a total combined weight of 589 pounds...introducing first, from Victoria, Minnesota...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!!! Brock walks down the aisle, then stops at the end of it. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* *crowd ROARS* BUFFER And his partner, from Greenville, South Carolina...he is the REIGNING OAOAST 24/7 champion... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEMOTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Alf and Black wait not-so-patiently in their corner, as Brock and Bo pose on the buckles, on the side of the ring facing the aisleway. COACH This is gonna be great, Cole! COLE Indeed, this has the potential to be one of the best tag matches of all time! *DING DING DING* After brief deliberation, Brock steps out of the ring, leaving Bohemoth. Black steps over the top to the apron, and Alf faces Bo. COLE And it looks like it'll be Alf starting it off with Bohemoth! COACH Champion vs champion! However, Bo turns to say something to Brock, and Alf immediately tags in Black! COACH No, the Mammoth's coming in! Bo delivers rights, but is eventually overpowered by the big man. COLE And Bo got caught! Black hammers away on Bo, delivering a big right hand to the face, sending him staggering back into the corner! Black delivers lefts and rights to the head and midsection of Bo in the corner. COACH And look at the Mammoth handle big Bo! Black grabs Bo by the right arm, and pulls him out into a short clothesline! He then reaches over and tags Alf. COLE And NOW Alf wants in! Give me a break! Alf stomps away on Bo, then lays him on his back, and delivers a snap legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up Bo and whips him into a corner, but Bo evades a charge, and tags in Brock! COLE And Brock in the ring now! Brock goes after Alf, but catches a thumb to the eye. Alf then attempts a right hand, but it's blocked! A left is blocked, as well! Alf then tries a kick, which is caught! COLE And Alf is caught now! Brock spins Alf around, and delivers an atomic drop! Alf goes right into Bo, who delivers a right hand! COLE And we got a little ping-pong action here! Each man delivers two more rights, before Brock whips Alf into the ropes, and delivers a big backdrop! COACH And Alf in trouble early here! COLE Great elevation on the backdrop from Brock Ausstin! Brock tags Bo back in, then whips Alf into the ropes. Alf gets caught with a double back elbow! COACH I've got to say, I'm impressed with the continuity of Brock and Bo thus far! Bo scoops up Alf, and drives him with a running powerslam! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Brock tags back in, and grabs Alf's head, ramming it into the buckles, as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! Brock stops and takes Alf over to Bo, ramming his face into Bo's outstretched boot! 10!!! Bo then tags in, and delivers a vertical suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Brock tags in once again, and slams Alf to the mat. He then drops an elbow! COLE Big elbow from Brock! Brock then backs into the ropes, and drops a second! He then gets up, backs in again, and drops a third! Brock then gets up to take a shot at Black, but Black blocks the shot, and delivers a big headbutt, followed by a BIG right to the face, sending Brock to the mat! COACH Now that was kind of stupid on Brock's part, don't you think, Cole? COLE Brock going to meet Deon Black in the corner, and two impressive shots sends him right to the mat! Alf scoots over and tags Black, who steps in and picks up Brock, then lifts him in a PRESS SLAM~! COACH Look at that! Amazing! COLE Brock Ausstin, 305 pounds, lifted into the air like a featherweight by the Manitoba Mammoth! Black drops Brock across the top rope, throat-first! He then grabs onto the ropes, while standing right on Brock's midsection! COLE And now 500 pounds-plus on the midsection of Brock Ausstin! Black picks up Brock, and easily delivers a scoop slam. COACH Look at that, one-armed scoop slam... Black then backs into the ropes, and drops a big elbow! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COACH And Brock is in MAJOR trouble right now! Black turns Brock over, and applies a Boston crab! COLE And now a submission hold applied! COACH No, they're setting something up here! Alf tags in as Black still has the hold applied, and drops a snap legdrop to the back of the head! COLE And a nice legdrop by Alf, who is the legal man! A tag was made! Alf hooks Brock, and delivers a snap suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE And Brock still BARELY surviving! Alf whips Brock into the ropes, and swings around him, grabbing a sleeper! COACH Alf sinking that sleeper in deep! Brock walks around the ring going for ropes, but Alf cinches in, and is able to drag Brock down to the mat. As he lays Brock down completely, the referee checks the arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! Brock holds through on the third lift! Brock forces his way up, and delivers a blow to the gut! Then a second! And a third, breaking the hold! Brock backs into the ropes, but Alf catches him with a knee to the gut! Alf then picks up Brock, and sets up a BELLY-TO-BELLY~!, but Brock blocks it, and delivers one of his own! COLE Belly-to-belly from Brock Ausstin out of nowhere! COACH And now he's got to tag! Alf opts to attempt to stop Brock, to no avail, as he MAKES A TAG~! COLE TAG MADE, and Bo in there! Bo delivers fists of fury, then backs Alf into the ropes, whipping him across and catching him with a big clothesline! He follows that with the STYLE INJECTION~! COLE There's the Style Injection! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Alf gets a shoulder up! Bo scoops up Alf, holding him for several seconds. COLE And Bo picking his spots here... Bo slams Alf to the mat! Bo then goes into a corner, and hops to the second rope. COLE Don't see this much from the big man! COACH He's taking too much time, though! Bo measures, and jumps off...right into a SUPERKICK~! from Alf! COLE WOW, and Alf caught him GOOD coming off that second rope! Alf quickly tags out to Black. COACH And here comes the big man again! Black picks up Bo, and shoves him right into a corner. COACH Look at this guy, Cole, he's awesome! COLE And this is his first real taste of OAOAST competition, he's been going through the preliminary wrestlers over the past few weeks! Black measures Bo, and delivers an AVALANCHE~! COLE And Bo crushed by 500-plus pounds in the corner! Bo sinks to a sitting position in the corner, where Black sits right down on him! COLE And again, wow! Black grabs Bo around the throat, and delivers a CHOKESLAM~! COLE And a one-armed chokeslam! Alf tags back in, and hammers away on Bo...then delivers a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COACH Alf's setting him up, Cole! Alf measures Bo, and follows up with a T-BONE SUPLEX~!! Alf waits on Bo once again, and goes for the WHIPLASH~!!!, but Bo slips behind the back, then shoves Alf off into the ropes, and catches him with a SPINEBUSTER~!!! COLE And a big SPINEBUSTER from Bo, and now HE needs to make a tag! Bo slides over to his corner as Alf gets to his feet, and tags Brock! COLE And Brock back in once again! Alf begs off, but to no avail, as Brock delivers right hands, then ducks a big right from Alf, and delivers a back suplex! Brock then gets up to meet Black, backing into the ropes and delivering a flying shoulderblock, sending Black staggering into the ropes, and tying him up! The crowd is going nuts! COLE And the big man's trapped! Brock whips Alf into the ropes, and he and Bo deliver a DOUBLE SPINEBUSTER~!!! They then pick Alf up for a double suplex, as Heyross helps untie Black, who then hammers both guys from behind, grabbing them from behind and ramming their heads together. COACH Not for long, though, look at the big man dominate! COLE The referee's lost control of this one! Black grabs Bo, and delivers a trapped-arm belly-to-belly! Alf then picks up Brock for the EMERALD FUSION~!!!!!11111, as Black sets Bo up for the SWAN RIVER SLAM~!!!!!11111 However, Brock slips off, and shoves Alf towards Black, with Alf's head ramming right into the groin of Black! COACH Oh no! Bo slips off, and joins hands with Brock, as they double clothesline Black to the floor, but he lands on his feet! COLE And the big man comes down on his feet! Black then doubles over from the groin shot, as Brock picks up Alf and whips him into Bo, for the EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~!!!!!11111 COLE THERE IT IS~! Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COACH I wouldn't have believed it, Cole! BUFFER The winners of the match...the team of BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNN and BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEMOTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Brock raises Bo's hand, as the two face every side of the ring. COACH Look, Cole! Black is trying to get into the ring, as Alf slides out and sluggishly grabs one of his arms, and Team Canada runs down to restrain him, as well! COACH It's taking all of these guys to restrain Deon Black from challenging both of these guys! COLE This one is far from over, I promise you that! With the chaos continuing at ringside, we go back up to Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura in the cheapseats. Schiavone is trying to keep a track of Black and co in the aisle, while Ventura just stares to camera with arms folded. SCHIAVONE Wow, what a way to kick of Syndicated, huh Jesse? VENTURA What the hell are THOSE two morons doing on MY show!? SCHIAVONE Who? VENTURA Those sofa dwellers! Where the hell... somebody get my agent on the phone! (searches pockets) Where's my cellphone, I wanna know why those two morons are calling matches on my show! Know nothing... never was... hair frostin... *DUNNA DUNNA* Cut to the lovely and underutilised MARIA, at the top of the empty entrance way earlier today. MARIA Still to come on Syndicated, we've got WAR GAMES! But coming up NEXT: Colombian Heat vs. Reject! Stay tuned! Disclaimer: Christy Hemme was busy. Probably. *Commercial Break*

I guess everyone is saving their best for Syndicated, which may go down as one of the best shows of the year considering the line-up. NYU was the MVP of the show. One could say he was the whole fuckin' show. But unlike RVD, Drek Stone's actually been a real World Champion! PR's promo had it all, even a midget! Love Riggs' arrogance. And praise from Cade Seltzer. You think the participants involved in War Games are ready? Hell, yeah, they are. Liked the way the promos were done. Match of the Night: Bohemoth & NRG vs. The South Central Militia & JINGUS (wins by default, since the other matches are squashes, and the match had yet to be edited in at time of feedback!) Dialogue of the Night: "The problem is, I may raise that bar too high for anyone to reach." -- James Riggs

Three yellow lights shine down on the entrance ramp as Sean Paul's "Temperature" hits. Attractive male and female dancers, clad in costume army fatigues, dance on both sides of the entrance doors as two green pyro rockets shoot out from the area next to the ramp. The doors slide open and out come the Sk8er Boiz! The twins high five each other and fans lining the aisles on their way to the squared circle. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following NON-TITLE match is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring...from Laguna Beach, California, at a total combine weight of 380 pounds...THE MARV and HELL MEL, the SK8TER BOIZ! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE It should be noted this bout was originally scheduled to occur last week, but due to transportion problems the Boiz were unable to appear so OAOAST officials decided to give their title shot to the #9 ranked Los Diablos de Fuego instead. An unfortunate break for a team who got them all during their amazing title run last year. COACH Not only do they miss a payday but they lose their title shot as well. Comedy at its finest. Too bad they didn't think of stakeboarding to the arena, since that's all they seem to be good at nowadays. "Frankenstein" hits and gone are the overwhelming cheers from last week, replaced by angry mobs of teenyboppers booing at the top of their lungs. COLE The Sooner Bruisers coming off a successful title defense last week, their first since winning the titles from Black T at Angleslam. COACH And have already equaled the amount of title defenses during the entire reign of Black T. COLE We've gone over that before, with Dan Black nursing a nagging hamstring injury. We also saw the champions get into a confrontation with Team Canada over who really is the best tag team in wrestling today. I, like many, feel that title belongs to the Sooner Bruisers because they hold the gold, the OAOAST tag team championship of the world. BUFFER And their opponents...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, 525 pounds, the reigning heavyweight tag team champions of the world...Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUU--! Buffer high-tails it as the Bruisers storm the ring and the Sk8ter Boiz. Uber using Marv's own stripe tie to STRANGLE him, while Big Frank hammers Mel in the corner. And a good thing he chose to wear black boxers under his dangerously low rise jeans, because all his bodily fuctions may have been lost due to the brutal forearm smashes delivered by Frank, who then SLAMS HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! COLE The Sooner Bruisers showing absolutely no respect towards their opponents, former tag titleholders themselves. COACH The rules are pretty simple. Only two men can be in the ring at once. Frank wasn't going to let his brother be double-teamed by the Sk8ter Boiz. If he had to go, so did Mel. It's not his fault Charles Robinson is ineffective at his job. * DING * The bell sounds and the match is officially underway. Uber snapmares Marv by the tie, then drops the leg across the chest before making the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Uber sends Marv face-first into brother Frank's knee. The Man of Tomorrow steps in after a tag and yanks off Marv's navy blazer, which he then uses to choke the life out of the Sk8ter Boi! Marv kicks his arms and legs out, gasping for air. Frank ignoring numerous warnings from referee Charles Robinson, breaking only at the very last second to avoid disqualification. Then he muscles Marv above and slams him to the mat, following up with a big elbow! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! For the second time in as many weeks Frank breaks his own pinfall in favor of dishing out more punishment. Frank humiliates Marv in front of thousands in attendence and family and friends watching on television, slapping him around and grinding the forearm into the side of the face insultingly. COLE The Sooner Bruisers are nothing more than bullies. Yes, they're excellent wrestlers, but their attitudes leave a lot to be desired. The Bruisers steal a page out of the Anderson family playbook, as Frank uses his own brother as a weapon, smacking Marv and Uber's heads together! Uber tagged back in, and the Psycho Gremlin wastes no time unloading on The Marv, sending him into the ropes and over on the rebound with a powerslam! ONE... TWO... THREE--KICKOUT! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE There you go, young man. Keep fighting! Uber and Big Frank are more amused than anything by Marv's fire. The Marv displaying a bit of the spirit he and brother Mel had as tag champions. Mel just now returning to the apron, removing his mink coat in the process, after being dropped from the ring to the arena floor. Uber stomps Marv hard in the chest and lifts him up by the hair, whipping the youngster to the far corner before charging in out of a 3-point stance...but Marv moves and Uber crashes his shoulder into the middle turnbuckle! COLE That may be the break the Boiz needed to get back in this match, Coach. Remember, it was a string of breaks that propelled the Sk8ter Boiz to the tag team championship in 2005. Perhaps they can capture lightning in a bottle once again. COACH I seriously doubt that. They never faced a team as physically dominate as the Sooner Bruisers when lady luck was riding on their side. After a shaky start the Boiz finally get some offense of their own going. The Boiz utilize a series of quick tags to wring the arm and drop axe handle smashes onto it. Armdrag takeover puts Uber on his back, allowing Mel to repeatedly drive the knee into the outstretched arm of the Psycho Gremlin. Uber refuses to stay on the seat of his pants and rises to his feet, needing only one SOONERLINE to knock Mel off his his! But Mel has the presence of mind to wrap his legs around Uber's foot to keep him isolated in the Boiz corner. He reaches up and tags Marv in. Uber trying to scratch and claw his way to Frank, giving The Marv a clear shot at his arm...SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! COLE Uber writhing in pain, clutching his arm closely to his chest. A sight fans have become accustomed to seeing from opponents of the Sooner Bruisers. Oh, here we go. Marv rolling Uber onto his back, hooking the leg! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Marv calls Hell Mel in. Double suplex coming up, but Uber blocks it and takes both guys up for a ride...but the Boiz answer back and counter with a DOUBLE DDT! Big Frank gets involved, missing a Soonerline and possibily finding himself missing some teeth after a double dropkick! Marv and Mel climb to the top and fly, drilling the Bruisers with stereo CROSS BODYBLOCKS! COACH The Boiz on the verge of upsetting another set of tag champions! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! The Bruisers kickout with authority, pressing the Boiz over the referee. The Boiz and Bruisers pair off in the corner. Marv and Mel go up to the second rope and hammer away... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! ...then jump back down and shoot the Sooners in towards each other...but Frank reverses and Marv runs right into the arms of Uber and a partial OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE! Frank ends any hopes Mel has of breaking up the pin, grabbing him from behind and hitting the 69 DRIVER! ONE... TWO... THREE! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, the OAOAST World tag team champions...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! The Boiz do a stretcher job. Marv pointing to his ribs as EMTs place a neck brace on an unconscious Mel, all while the Sooner Bruisers pose over them. COLE The Sooner Bruisers prove yet again why they are the best tag team in the world today. We saw it last week and again tonight. They can end the match at any moment. COACH Impressive is the world you're looking for, Mikey. The most physcially dominating team in OAOAST history.

Sooner Bruisers vs. Sk8ter Boiz

I'd forgotten all about Jivin' J.R. Hard to believe he once managed Black T. Wrestling needs more foreign heel jobbers. Cheesy, maybe, but an old school treasure. Blowing smoke in somebody elses face is timeless. But not enough to beat D*LUX. Team Canada-Docs was all kinds of fun. Would look great in real life. My MOTN. That Riggs vignette was one of the best we've ever had. Funny bit in the PR pre-tape segment involving the boombox. DDD beats Christian Wright! All-time upset there. 2006 continues to be a bad year for CW. I was feeling Reject-Heat until the finish. But it made me care, which is what you want your work to do. Good while it lasted. Everything I said about the foreigner gimmick still applies here, and Alf even threw in an arm-wrestling angle for our enjoyment. Like it. Bo and Brock? Cool. Bring on War Games, baby! And Anglesault! Match of the Night: Team Canada vs. Love Doctors Line of the Night: "His name is J-OH but it should be J-HO!" -- Tha Puerto Rican

I've edited in my part, Alf. Changed it around a bit. I have the INT taking place backstage. Edit it as you see fit. Depending on your plans, we could book a Team Canada-Sooners title match for NR. My original plan was to do Sooners-Heavenly Rockers, but since THR are still selling injuries I'm probably going to scrap those plans and work it into plans KC and I have for the New Year's show.

COLE Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome in the co-host of OAOAST Syndicated, Jesse "The Body" Ventura, for our next match. Jess, great to have you here on HeldDOWN~! VENTURA Let's get one thing straight first, Michael Cole -- I AM the host of OAOAST Syndicated. Why do you think it's the #1 rated program in all of syndication? People aren't watching to see Tony Schiavone. They're watching to hear my commentary on the great action only the OAOAST can provide. And we're gonna double their pleasure next week with a special edition to celebrate the most watched program across the country and around the world. Now introduce me again. COLE It's my pleasure to welcome the [i]host[/i] of OAOAST Syndicated to Sofa Central, Jesse "The Body" Ventura. And Jesse, you know what's coming up next. VENTURA Oh, yeah. The battle of the sexes. Los Diablos de Fuego vs. the Sooner Bruisers for the tag team championship of the world! But what a travesty of justice, Michael Cole. It oughta be the Beverly Hills Blonds wrestling for the tag titles. They're the 3-time champions. Los Diablos haven't done anything to warrent a title match so early in their careers. The Blonds are being discriminated against. Had they wrestled Los Diablos a few weeks ago, they'd be getting the shot. It's politics at its worse. COLE Los Diablos have paid their dues and endured so much in their time in the OAOAST. It also shows the OAOAST Top 10 works. VENTURA Then why was it privatized? The public hasn't seen it in years. And the public has a right to know. Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest LIVE on TSM is for the World tag team championship! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Moracca and Mariachi prance onto the pink and yellow illuminated stage, plucking gingerbread men decorated like themselves out of from under their sombreros and toss them into the crowd. But many of the fans throw them back at them! VENTURA Ha-ha. Sooner Nation out in force. You'd think the Longhorns had rolled into town given this reception. COLE Los Diablos have their work cut out for them, that's for darn sure. BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers...accompanied by El Ovéja from sunny, funny Cabo San Lucas, the sexiest tag team in all of Mehico...LOS DIABLOS DE FUE-- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Los Diablos bump and grind on ring announcer Michael Buffer, ruffling his tuxedo and hair. Since all gay men are stylists, Moracca and Mariachi dig into their tights and use "organic hair gell" to comb Buffer's do by hand! VENTURA And [i]these[/i] are the guys who might go home as champions tonight? Huh. You think Ellen DeGeneres is rooting for Los Diablos? COLE I'd say so. Why do you ask? VENTURA Should Los Diablos win tonight they'd replace her as America's favorite gay person. Then you might see her and Rosie O'Donnell join forces and go after the belts. The music dies to build anticipation for the hometown team. The crowd becomes more rabid as each seconds passes. Then Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" hits and the fans go crazy! BUFFER Their opponents...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, total combine weight 525 pounds, the reigning and defending heavyweight tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! Big Frank and Uber interact with the fans in a matter that isn't hostile, slapping hands and kissing babies. Okay, no kissing babies, but their is hand slapping. Uber runs up the steps and around the ring like a madman, HOWLING~! Frank proudly holding his tag title for all to see. The Bruisers milk every second for what it's worth, full well knowing it's a type of reaction they won't see often. Los Diablos de Fuego look like small children next to the Sooner Bruisers. Big Frank's 25" anacondas almost as big as their whole bodies! Because TV time is precious, referee Nick Patrick asks both teams to get it on already. Moracca and Mariachi's eyes light up at the prospect, until Nick bursts their fantasy and lets them know he means the match. MORACCA & MARIACHI :( :( * DING DING * The bell sounds as all 4 men prepare to engage in mortal combat...for the tag team championship of the world! Los Diablos place their mascot in the corner, rubbing its head for good luck. "The Psycho Gremlin" Uber Bruiser and Mariachi to start for their respective teams. Uber immediately suckers Mariachi into a test of strength, locking up with the flamboyant one and easily shoving him to the mat, following the move with a trademark howl. Mariachi responds with an intimidation tatic of his own, hissing as he scratches his claws at Uber! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MORACCA :huh: VENTURA Look at 'em. Los Diablos don't know what to think of the reaction they're getting. COLE They've never been in a situation like this before, Jesse. Los Diablos give each other comfort and support, hugging in the corner to loud boos. Mariachi covers his ears to block the jeers, but it only makes matters worse. He stays positive and locks back up with Uber, who muscles him in the air and slams him to the mat! Mariachi hopes third time [i]is[/i] the charm as he locks horns yet again with Uber, only to be lifted back in the air...but this time he's ready, dropkicking the Psycho Gremlin off his feet! Mariachi monkey flips Uber out of the corner and, along with partner in and out of the squared circle, dropkick him outside! Mariachi hits the ropes and uses Moracca as a springboard, backflipping over the top and down onto Uber, only to be caught in midair and thrown into the ringpost like a human dart...but Mariachi goes Spider-Man and safely latches onto the post, humping it with mucho gusto until having to jump off as Uber charges in and... * BOOM * ...Soonerlines the steel! COLE Did you hear that?! VENTURA Uber may have just broken his arm, Cole. His arm collide with steel and I think it's safe to say steel won. You could hear that all the way up in the nose bleed section. Mariachi brings Uber back in and runs the ropes, flipping and floppying off the top and armdrags him across the ring. Uber sent in for the ride as Mariachi himself hits the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope and tagging in Moracca as he decks Uber on the rebound with a leg lariat! Moracca swings into the ring and onto the second turnbuckle for a moonsault, but Uber moves! Luckily for Moracca, he's able to improvise in mid-flight and land on his feet. But not out of harm's way. Uber runs under a leapfrog and then right through Moracca on the way back, knocking him out to the floor. Big Frank steps in for the first time and pulls Moracca up on the apron, suplexing him in overhead belly-to-belly style! Or so we thought. Moracca again lands on his feet. Frank poses for the cameras, flexing the biceps, completely unaware of what's awaiting him. He turns around and what does he see? 171 pounds of Moracca flying his way. No sweat says Frank, who catches Moracca in his arms and MILITARY PRESSES him. Big Frank displays his power to every section in the arena, then drops Moracca down to his chest for a power bodyslam...but Mariachi DROPKICKS Moracca onto him! ONE... TWO... THREE!! NO! COLE Los Diablos de Fuego a half second away from capturing the tag team championship of the world and their American citizenship. And they did it with a quick double-team maneuver, which most experts believe is the only way Los Diablos can win the match. Just like they can't match the Sooner Bruisers strength, the Sooner Bruisers can't match their speed. The homies must've heard Cole's commentary because they look to tag team Big Frank some more, but Frank makes it hard, becoming dead weight as Los Diablos try to shoot him in to the ropes. Numerous overhand chops don't even faze the Man of Tomorrow. Frank jiggles his pecs just to show Los Diablos how much effect those chops had. None. Moracca and Mariachi forced to think on their feet, which they use in their next move, kicking Frank in the gut. Now they whip Frank in, and whiff on a double handspring elbow. Big Frank ducking under and over to his corner, tagging in Uber as Los Diablos' momentum shoots them back off the ropes. With the aid of his brother, Uber is slingshotted into the ring, wiping out both Diablos with a crossbody! ONE... TWO... DOUBLE HUMP OUT! COLE Well, uh, that's certainly a unique way to escape a pinfall. Every do that in your career, Jesse? VENTURA No, but I know a few guys who have...backstage. Disturb by Los Diablos unusual methods, Uber tries to wipe the cooties off his body. As any good team would do, Los Diablos take advantage of the situation, delivering the KISS OF DEATH! LOS DIABLOS :o :o But Uber no sells the move, popping right up and stiffing the hell outta Los Diablos with a neck-snapping Soonerline! Tag made to Big Frank. The Man of Tomorrow rids the ring of Mariachi, leaving Moracca all alone to himself. Frank hooks the arms and TIGER BOMBS Moracca! The cover and count! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Frank lift's Moracca's head up. He wants to inflict more damage. Frank bashes Moracca's chest with vicious forearm smashes, paint-brushing him upside the head. Frank lowers the shoulder after an Irish whip, tossing Moracca overhead...but Moracca floats over and locks on a REAR NAKED CHOKE, humping Frank in the process! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Aw, man. This is the ultimate indignity. Whatever happened to slapping a guy? Big Frank remains poised, viewing Moracca as a pest than an actual threat. He slumps him over the shoulder in position for the 69 Driver. Or a TESTICULAR CLAW in Moracca's case! Moracca slips out of Frank's grip and keeps him in a grip of his own, squeezing the Man of Tomorrow balls. So big Moracca has to use both hands! KICK, WHAM...FAMEASSER! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! And Frank is pissed. He drives Moracca into the corner and unloads with a series of shoulder thrusts and knife-edge chops. An Irish whip is followed up by a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM...NO! Moracca takes Frank over in an armdrag. Again and again. Then a dropkick, but Big Frank swats Moracca down and kicks him in the head for good measure. Big-time Soonerline knocks the horns off Moracca's mask. Frank now tossing Moracca around the ring like a ragdoll. Suplexing him all over the place. Uber tagged in. The Pscyho Gremlin plants Moracca square in the center of the ring with a thunderous powerslam. Moracca's body bouncing inches off the mat. ONE... TWO... THRE--NO! Mariachi makes the save. Sooner Bruisers with a quick tag. Uber drapes Moracca over his shoulder as Big Frank climbs to the top and tongues his bicep, dropping a big elbow onto Moracca! Rather than go for the cover immediately, Frank decides to taunt Moracca instead, doing regular and one-hand push-ups. VENTURA I think this is a mistake here. You got your opponent down, pin him. Los Diablos are one of those teams who can pull a fast one on you. A quick roll up or small package -- match over, new champions. COLE Here's the cover! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Frank takes his anger out on the referee, allowing himself to get rolled up from behind! COLE Oh, school boy! He may have him! ONE... TWO... THR--KICKOUT! Smartly, Moracca shoves Big Frank to the corner and cart wheels to his, kissing Mariachi on the cheek. Nick Patrick acknowledges a tag on the part of the Sooner Bruisers as well. Mariachi springboards to the top and dives at Uber. Bad mistake. He's caught in the air and rammed into opposite corners, then slammed in the middle of the ring! VENTURA Oklahoma Stampede! COLE The very maneuver that brought an end to the reign of Black T. Big Frank sprints towards Moracca and knocks him off the apron. Nick Patrick counts the fall... ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Amazing. Absolutely amazing, Jesse Ventura! Just like that. Lights out. Sooners retain. Wow! VENTURA That's why they're the World tag team champions, Cole. They know how to close out matches. The Sooner Bruisers fell behind early, made a comeback, and then when it looks like Los Diablos are about to rally...boom!...Oklahoma Stampede. 1-2-3. Match over. Still tag team champions of the world, the Sooner Bruisers. But you gotta give Los Diablos de Fuego credit. They were outsized and yet still managed to put together a gameplan that gave them an opportunity to win. Flamboyance aside, Los Diablos are a great team, otherwise they wouldn't work for the OAOAST. COLE Exactly right. Two excellent teams competed for the top prize in their field, but only one could walk home the winner. The Sooner Bruisers successful in their first title defense. The Sooners exit to a standing ovation. 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. [b]SPECIAL EDITION[/b] [img=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v82/papacita/OAOAST/SYNDICATED.jpg] [b][color=#993399]OCTOBER 28 CHECK LOCAL LISTINGS[/color][/b]

OAOAST Tag Title match Sooner Bruisers © vs. Los Diablos de Fuego

Drek Stone arrives in style, the way a World Champion should. Stone's comment about his only regret being that the gun used at the PPV didn't have a bullet in it was colder than the temperature outside the arena! That Jade/Melody backstage segment scarred some kids for life. Now they know in addition to Santa being fake, so is professional wrestling. Maybe Emilio Estevez' next film can be about the OAOAST, because a generation of kids saw their hopes and dreams shattered one faithful October night. The war between the Burrough Boys, Jumbo and Team Jamaica rages on. And right into a PR promo. Still weird seeing the guy become more of a face each week. He's making the most of it, delivering another strong promo. Never can go wrong hyping a new wrestler via vignettes. California seems to be a popular place for OAOAST characters. Something Patty O'Green once told me. Bo's cool no matter what situation he's in. at the Sk8ter Boiz intro. Damn, the Hitmen almost pulled it off. Oh, well. The battle royal was still fun. Didn't take long for TK to beat Hayes. From one poor jobber to two others. They tied their best at the start, but Team Canada was just too much to handle. But at least the other jobbers got in some offense, Jones and Harper got destroyed by Deon Black. Afterwards, Alf accepts Brock's challenge and goes J.R. on us, leaving a cryptic message. People chanting for Popick was surreal, but wasn't enough for him to beat Jamie O'Hara. Match of the Night: Battle Royal. Honorable mention -- SJ-O'Hara Line of the Night: "Eat your body weight in Cheetos and run through Times Square, singing "Is This The Way To Amarillo" in just your pyjamas while whacked out on vodka shot..." -- Melody. Patty would be proud of a line like that.

Kinda pointless, but it plugs the upcoming Syndicated broadcast and reminds people the tag champs are still alive. COLE Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Michael Cole and The Coach here with you from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The OAOAST truly a worldwide phenomenon, popular "across the country and around the world" as our Syndicated colleagues would say. And be sure to catch an extended version of OAOAST Syndicated the weekend of October 28-29. Our way of thanking you, the fans, for making OAOAST Wrestling the #1 program in ALL of syndication. COACH More successful than "Dallas" in the UK. Bigger than "Baywatch" in Germany. Loved more in France than Pepe Le Pew. OAOAST Syndicated, baby! COLE Stay tuned to the OAOAST television network and OAOAST.com for more information on that event as it becomes available. But right now Tony Schiavone is standing by with the new -- you heard me right, new -- World tag team champions the Sooner Bruisers, who dethroned Black T 18 days ago. Before we go to them backstage, let's first re-live the closing moments of that epic encounter. * SWOOP IN * ANGLESLAM TWO WEEKS AGO [quote]Irish whip to the far corner, Uber charging in...and eats a big boot to the face! The Psycho Gremlin staggers out of the corner as Tony, in no mood to go up to the top does just that, goes up to the top. What follows is no surprise given the amount of blood lost. Tony loses his balance and falls directly into the arms of Uber, who smashes Brannigan's ribs into opposite corners and spikes him into the mat! COLE Oklahoma Stampede! This may be it. COACH How quickly the tide turns. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Dan Black...DIVING HEADBUTT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That triggers a brawl between Dan Black and The Sooner Bruisers. Right back where we started. Miles Manchester juggles the task of trying to restore order and keeping Tony Brannigan from endangering himself. Black proves why he's one tough bastard, taking the best Big Frank and Uber have to offer and dishes it back at the same time. Unfortunately, Tony can't do much of anything still lying on the mat motionless, prompting Miles to call for the bell. * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What happened? COACH I think Miles signaled for the bell. COLE But why? I think we may have a double disqualification. Referee Miles Manchester unable to keep the peace. Miles confers with Michael Buffer as OAOAST officials and EMTs once again return to the side of Tony Brannigan. Officials separating Black and the Sooners while EMTs attend to Brannigan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester that due to the amount of blood lost by Tony Brannigan, which has rendered him unconscious, it is in his best interest that the match be stopped. Therefore, the winners of the match...and NEEEEW professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! * CLIP * Frank and Uber...celebrate their victory, sharing a big hug after finally achieving their goal.[/quote] * SWOOP OUT * Schiavone and the Sooner Bruisers in front of the HD backdrop. Frank's arms so big he's able to wear the tag title as an armband! Uber sticking with the timeless belt around the waist method. SCHIAVONE I hate to say it, and no way he would admit it, but had it not been for referee Sir Miles Manchester, Tony Brannigan may have joined the likes of Logan Mann as having had his career ended at the hands of the Sooner Bruisers, new One & Only tag team champions of the world. And gentlemen, while history will forever link you with having ended the third title reign of arguably the greatest team in OAOAST history Black T, now it's time for you to write your own as you prepare to make your first championship defense next week on HeldDOWN~! against a yet to be announced opponent. BIG FRANK And it don't matter who it is, Tony Schiavone. The Sooner Bruisers have destoryed the Heavenly Rockers and shattered the myth that is Black T. Every tag team in the OAOAST oughta pack their bags and seek employment elsewhere, because there isn't a team here who can beat us. And those who think they can...heh...they better demand double the pay to cover their hospital bills. UBER Ow, ow, ow, owwwwwwwwww! The short and to the point interview ends with Big Frank flashing the biceps and Uber snarling. SCHIAVONE Back to you at Sofa Central.

[b]And now [color=#3333FF]OAOAST BACKTRACKER[/color], presented by [s]Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties[/s] [color=#FF0000]SMN Productions[/color] in association with [color=#009900]Moneymaker[/color] [color=#999900]Enterprises[/color][/b] [b]THREE WEEKS AGO[/b] [quote]Brief clips of Los Diablos performing the TANGO~! with their inflatable sheep doll El Oveja and the Beverly Hills Blonds entering the Toyota Center in HAZMAT SUITS air. * CLIP * NED There won't be any match tonight. I've agonized over the decision for the last week, and with the blessing of Simon and Mackenzie, who's tending to more importance business in the back, I hereby announce our status as a conscientious objectors due to personal beliefs. That being the Beverly Hills Blonds are too rich and famous to be in the same ring as Los Diablos de Fuego, much less in the same vicinity. * CLIP II * SIMON Ned and I know the people in attendence paid their hard earned money to be here tonight. Sure they earned most of it scrubbing toliets, mowing lawns, and working 9-5 unlike the Beverly Hills Blonds and Teddy Moneymaker, but you do deserve to get what you paid for. And you paid to see a match featuring Rosie O'Donnell's favorite tag team. She may think they're cutie patooties, but brother Ned, something tells me Moracca and Mariachi won't be so cute after tonight. * CLIP III * Suddenly, two men in full [b][color=#999900]gold bodysuits and gloves[/color][/b] wrapped in [b]BARB WIRE[/b] storm the ring. * WHAM, WHAM * Los Diablos go down in a heap, [b][color=#FF0000]bleeding profusely[/color][/b], masks torn from the barb wire attack by the great Latin American tag team...LOS CONQUISTADORS! COLE It was a damn set-up! The Blonds casually stroll backstage while Uno and Dos put the boots to Moracaa and Mariachi, grinding the barb wire into their open wounds! Los Diablos [b][color=#FF99FF]pink ponchos[/color][/b] covered in [b][color=#FF0000]crimson[/color][/b]. Uno, or maybe Dos, strips Mariachi of his devil tail and uses it to WHIP HIM, paint-brushing the luchador. Though the damage has already been done, the arrival of OAOAST officals prevent Los Conquistadors from further injuring Los Diablos de Fuego. Adding insult to injury Los Conquistadors STEAL the beloved mascot of Los Diablos, El Oveja! COLE Hey, there's no need for that! Leave them alone, damnit! Los Conquistadors exit with El Oveja. Los Diablos de Fuego left laying in a pool of their own blood...[/quote] Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime Right on cue, we cut back inside the arena in time to see the red carpet arrival of the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS. The Blonds aren't here to wrestler, however. Dressed in jean shorts and trademark silver vests, Simon and Ned stop by SOFA CENTRAL~! to lend their voices for the upcoming match. NED How you doin', fellas? COACH Great! Even better if Mackenzie were here. COLE Speaking of your business consultant, where is she? Trouble in paradise? SIMON You wish. Mackie wants everyone in TV land to know she's sorry she couldn't be here. She's back in Beverly Hills crossing the t's and dotting the i's on a few projects. That and who would want to come to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada? Even Chris Benoit ditched this city. Everyone knows all the excitement is back in the States and Beverly Hills, hence the name of a once popular television show. NED Hell, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for a couple acquaintances of ours competing in this very ring. You can bet your bottom dollar, son, whenever the Beverly Hills Blonds lend their name to a project, we support it all the way. COLE I'm sure the fine folks at Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties feel the same about their baked products, seeing as how they've sponsered many of our Backtracker segments, which have been de-faced in order to push the Beverly Hills Blonds/Theordore Moneymaker agenda. NED (scoffs) Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties? Man, my kid nearly choked on one of those bricks they call cookies. Amidst all the talking Los Conquistadors have made their way to the ring, parading around with the mascot of Los Diablos de Fuego, El Oveja. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Wrestling fans, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Already in the ring, from Latin America...LLLOOOOSSSSS CONQUISTADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS!! Los Conquistadors raise their fists in the air and are booed. The Blonds return the salute and shout "Gold!" "You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent Want it quick [i]Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency[/i] So urgent, emergency Emer... emer... emer... Its urgent" BUFFER Their opponents...from the OAOAST First Responders Unit, EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! * CRICKET, CRICKET * SIMON How would you describe Rescue 911's reception, Mikey? Thunderous? COLE Under normal circumstances I'd say so, but it's obvious our great fans in Edmonton are too busy enjoying Foreigner's 1980s classic to really show their admiration for Officer Bosley and EMT Tim. NED Oh, man, that is rich. That is rich. Richer than Teddy Moneymaker, man. You earned your pay tonight, Cole. That defying silence you hear is everyone in Edmonton knowing Rescue 911 doesn't stand a chance tonight. They gotta go up against the hardcore luchadors--well, they aren't really luchadors, just hardcore Latios in gold masks--who damn near put Los Diablos de Fuego out for good. Rather than be deflated by the lack of crowd response, Rescue 911 plan to use it as motivation to prove them and all the naysayers wrong. Senior official Earl Hebner orders one man in, one man out. Dos and EMT Tim give their respective partners some last minute words prior to exiting. Los Conquistadors placing El Oveja in their corner for safe keeping. * DING DING DING * Uno is hesitant to lock up, asking the referee to frisk Officer Bosley for illegal objects. COLE Oh, come on. Is this really necessary? COACH Hey, Officer Bosley may be a crooked cop for all we know. He could have a nightstick stuff in his pants or mace in his pocket. COLE The only illegal objects in the ring are Los Conquistadors. SIMON Have you no shame, sir, objectifying the Golden Boys like that? NED Yeah, Cole. Just because they don't want to be your play toys like Los Diablos de Fuego, it doesn't give you any right to smear their good names. Los Conquistadors are doing the governments job better than the government itself, putting down all the illegals like an animal shelter does stray dogs and cats. SIMON As someone who's patched his bleeding heart, think of Uno and Dos as the Ghostbusters. They have snazzy costumes and perform a public service. Officer Bosley agrees to the request and is patted down like a common criminal, his cooperation rewarded by a clothesline! Uno stomps away on Bosley, bringing him to his feet, and rakes the eyes across the top rope! Turnbuckle smash in the corner is followed up by a tag to Dos. Uno whips Bosley in as Dos hits the far side, driving the knee into the head after Uno doubles law enforcement's finest with a shot to the midsection! The cover. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Dos scoops Officer Bosley in the air and slams him in the center of the ring. To the second rope he goes, cocking his fist before taking flight... * OOF * ...BUT OFFICER BOSLEY GETS THE BOOT UP! Fortunately for Los Conquistadors, Dos falls near the corner and easily tags out. Officer Bosley brought back to his feet. Uno looking to send him into the turnbuckle, but Bosley gets the boot up again and blocks it, sending Uno in instead! The Bos rocks Uno with American made right hands, hip tossing him out of the corner and dropkicking him off his feet. COLE Officer Bosley has Uno pinned! SIMON You sure it ain't #2 in the ring? Because he's fighting like it. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Irish whip to the far corner, Officer Bosley charging in and meeting the same fate Uno's partner Dos did earlier...BOOT TO THE FACE! Uno steps outside and scales the turnbuckles, only to SLAMMED OFF THE TOP! Officer Bosley shakes off the cobwebs and turns Uno inside-out with a flying back elbow off the second rope! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Dos having to come in and break up the pin. I'm sure this wasn't what you were expecting, gentlemen, but it should've been. Los Conquistadors haven't won by pinfall or submission in their time in the OAOAST. Their only victory was by DQ. NED The Conquistadors aren't wrestlers, Cole, they're brawlers. It's like taking fish out of water. They're out of their environment. COLE If they can't wrestle then why are they in the OAOAST? SIMON Uh, haven't you heard of a famous wrestler named Hulk Hogan? He couldn't wrestle a lick but still became the biggest start in the business...until Ned and I came along, of course. Suddenly, Rescue 911 are rolling. Even the fans are now into it. They're starting to believe Officer Bosley and EMT Tim can snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Uno in a world of hurt. Bosley fires Uno to the ropes and tags Tim, catapulting him into the ring...SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY! ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! EMT Tim shoots Uno back in and snaps him over with a powerslam! Dos attempts to breakup the pin again, but Tim hears him coming and moves out of the way, causing Dos to drop an elbow on his own partner! Dos pops up and takes a swing at Tim, completely missing as he's spun around and slammed. Axe handle smash to the back by Uno momentarily stuns EMT Tim, nearly resulting in a back suplex...but Tim is able to float over and connect with a crippling atomic drop, sending the Conquistador crashing into and out of the corner, right back at him for a bodyslam. And another, this time for Dos. Tim brings both Conquistadors together...DOUBLE COCONUT! Los Conquistadors struggling to maintain their balance. Officer Bosley helps them with their problem, leveling both with a diving clothesline! * THUD * That's the sound of Dos hitting the arena floor after rolling out of the ring. He just so happens to land by Sofa Central and guest commentators Beverly Hills Blonds. Simon and Ned unleash a verbal assault on the non-English speaking Conquistador while clapping their hands and smiling to give him the impression they're voicng encouragement. NED What the hell is wrong with you!? Go back in there and fight! Recharged by the powerful words from the Blonds, Dos is eager to return to battle. One problem, though. A big problem. DOS :o Officer Bosley wipes him out with a PLANCHA! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Bosley's fired up. The crowd's fired up and so are the Blonds. SIMON Hey Ned, did you hear what he said about your mother? COLE :huh: NED You damn right. The Blonds go Rodney King on Officer Bosley, beating him to a pulp, ramming him into the ringpost! Inside the ring, EMT Tim hits a Somoan drop on Uno, following it up with a TOP ROPE SPLASH! ONE... TWO... THR--NO! Earl spots Ned on the apron and stops him from entering the ring. The Handsome Hustler gets his foot caught in the ropes to distract Hebner from seeing Simon climb to the top...FLYING ELBOW DROP! Simon exits and returns to Sofa Central as if nothing had happened, casually putting the headset back on. SIMON How quickly things change. Hahahahaha! Los Conquistadors active their Wonder Twins powers to finish off Rescue 911. Uno slingshots EMT Tim to the corner as Dos comes off the top with a clothesline! COACH DAYUM~! You gotta admit, that's pretty sweet. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners...LLLOOOOSSSSS CONQUISTADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS!! NED I think our job is done. As they say in the biz, let's do lunch. Or...maybe not. SIMON & NED :lol: The Blonds raise the hands of Los Conquistadors, who hold up El Oveja like its some kind of trophy. All 4 leave the ring when they're approached by two VENDORS selling cotton candy and soft drinks. We quickly learn they aren't just any vendors, but LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH How'd they get across the border? Oh, wait. It's their specialty. Mariachi spills the drinks on the aisle to cause the Blonds and Conquistadors to slip. Moracca slams the cotton candy tray on them and retrives El Oveja! Before they exit stage right, Mariachi LICKS some of the beverage off Ned's chest! Needless to say, Los Diablos run as fast and as far away as possible, not wanting to be near Blanchard when he explodes. COLE El Oveja is back home! Los Diablos de Fuego letting the Beverly Hills Blonds and Los Conquistadors know they're not ones to be messed with.

Los Conquistadors vs. Rescue 911 Sooner Bruisers promo

He finally got George Steinbrenner to back him financially! Hey, it's late. I apologize for the lame joke. But is it kind of a funny thought. You know, go from Donald Trump to a Steinbrenner backed AS.

KC's posting the show. I'm the pinch hitter/poster, like NYU was for the PPV.

Despite the post-PPV hangover that plagues the OAOAST every month, a good show. The 24/7 meeting was the highlight, IMO. Lots of funny bits and lines. That backstage segment with PR even got me to feel sorry for the guy. It had it all, including a Michael Winslow reference...kinda. Anytime involving Charlie Moss and Quentin Benjamin is cool by me. They have the most entertaining squash matches of anyone. Speaking of entertaining, the Five Burroughs interview was just that. Reject going off on just about everybody was great. TJ Burns returns and does an excellent job explaining the situation with himself and the X-Title. Interesting new character. Blank's shooting! Your typical awesome promo. BB might just win OAOAST Wrestler of the Year on his promos alone. Nice change of pace once the promo turned over to Maddix and then back to Blank, which sparks more chaos between The Wildcards, Zack Malibu and The GPX. "The Manitoba Mammoth" has a nice ring to it. As big as Khali, but with more talent! PR continues the streak of fun squash match, defeating Barry F'N Horowitz! Kind of weird to see signs of a PR face run, and it looks like we have a new fued. The 6-man could've sucked and it still would've won MOTN. The only non-squash on the show and it was a good one. We all know run-ins are overused in wrestling, but it worked here. The Wildcards getting back at the Hooligans. Match of the Night: Team Canada and Alfdogg vs. The Hooligans

BUFFER The following contest, one fall with a 10 minute time limit. When the bell rings your referee in charge of the action, UK Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester. Introducing first, already in the ring to my left, from Ireland..."Scottish" Scott and Danny Boy, the E.U.! Scott and Danny flash the "peace sign" and are booed heavily. No one likes European assholes, but everybody loves gay luchadors! Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go BUFFER Their opponents...from sunny, funny Cabo San Lucas in Mexico, weighing in at 340 pounds, Mariachi and Moracca...LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Pink and yellow lights flash across the arena as gingerbread men supplied by Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties fall from the ceiling. Los Diablos de Fuego dance onto the stage and CART WHEEL to the ring! Rather than give his sombrero to the hottest hombre he sees, Moracca gives it to a little girl in the front row carrying her Los Diablos mascot sheep doll. But it's not just any little girl. It's MAYA BLANCHARD, daughter of Ned Blanchard and Krista Isadora Duncan, who happily accepts the gift! COACH Look at that, Mikey. Moracca's trying to brainwash little Maya into thinking his lifestyle is acceptable. And what kind of a mother is Krista, leaving her child Maya with the babysitter--who's a major fox, by the way. You better believe Ned Blanchard would never leave his child in the hands of a stranger. COLE Krista is in the area on business, I know that. She's been advising Alix Spezia in her bid to expand the reach of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties products. Alix's venture into the world of baked goods a successful one thus far. Everyone in the OAOAST certainly wishes them the best in their life away from the squared circle. And we're moments away from in-ring action. Scottish Scott and Danny Boy have their work cut out for them in their OAOAST return following a year long absence against Los Diablos de Fuego. Moracca and Mariachi still recovering from the henious assault at the hands of Los Conquistadors, orchestrated by the Beverly Hills Blonds and funded by Theodore Moneymaker. As a matter of fact, OAOAST cameras managed to catch up with them earlier today. Los Diablos have spent hours trying to learn the English language, and they've come along way in a short time. Let's hear their pre-recorded comments. [color=#FF9900][b]* WHOOSH *[/b][/color] The picture-in-picture box flies into view and settles in the upper right hand corner of the screen. Los Diablos nicely attired in their matching pink ponchos and sombreros. Mariachi staring seductively into the camera, sucking on the middle prong of his pitch fork! MORACCA Hola, damas y caballeros. Los Diablos de Fuego with un mensaje para Los Conquistadors and Beverly Hills Blonds. You made us taste body fluid other than semen, and that was sangre -- our blood! Let no man put asunder. We will not let your bigotry hold us down, "amigos." MARIACHI Moracca and I did not cross the border and hitch a ride in the back of a scorching hot trailer to for us to come short of living the American dream. Our path to citizenship rides on marrying an American woman or winning the tag team championship. And since we are sexually deviant rape fetishists, unfamiliar and confused by the customs and norms of your hetrosexual society, that leaves us only with the option of becoming los campeones del mundo. MORACCA Unfortunately, an innocent bystander has been caught in the crossfire of this intense battle...our beloved mascot El Ovéja. Dios es mi testigo, you hurt him...we hurt you. MARIACHI (jabbing pitch fork at camera) We cut you. We cut you real good, man. MORACCA Queering don't make world right say you? No, señor. We're not homos. MARIACHI We're homies. El mejor equipo de etiqueta en Mehico and Latin America. The best tag team in our homeland and Latin America. LOS DIABLOS :D :D [b]* WHOOSH *[/b] COACH Drama queens. * DING DING DING * Moracca and Scottish Scott start for their respective teams. And Scott dictates the pace of the match early, wringing the arm out of a collar-and-elbow tie-up...but Moracca performs a cart wheel and somersault in succession, kipping up and not only reverses the arm wrench but adds insult to injury by sensually rub his opponent's hands against his genitals! "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Scotsman isn't as amused as the fans are, physically shaken and mentally disturbed. Moracca performs a lightning quick armdrag, and even quicker to his feet to deliver a Fameasser! Moracca lands on his side and immediately rolls around to the feet of Scott, locking the legs. COLE Estacas Indias, or Indian Deathlock in English. The flaming luchador flips up and over, bringing The Hot Scot to his feet in a front facelock and tags in Mariachi, kissing him on the cheek! Moracaa fails to caution Scott the ring may be SLIPPERY WHEN WET! Mariachi springboards off the top and crashes all his weight down onto the chest of Scottish Scott with a SEATED SENTON into a compromising pinning position, shoving his genitalia in Scotty's face! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Mariachi forward rolls to the E.U. corner and cops a feel. "The Fighting Irishman" Danny Boy none to thrill about that, and proves his point by demanding the tag. Scottish Scott eager to comply after what he's been put through. Danny spits in his hands and rubs them together in anticipation of locking horns with the flamboyant Mariachi, who answers by caressing his nipples! COACH How do you prepare for [i]that[/i], Mikey? No wonder the Beverly Hills Blonds didn't want to wrestle Los Diablos. One night in the ring with them leaves you scarred for life. COLE I wouldn't say that. I've spent a night out on the town with Moracca and Mariachi and had a blast. COACH Do you even think before you speak? Danny and Mariachi lock up, ending with the Irishman sneaking in a knee to the gut and a fury of European uppercuts. Mariachi shaken but not stirred, rattling off a series of overhand chops to the chest. Danny hooks both arms and headbutts Mariachi repeatedly, spinning him around to clamp on a rear waistlock...causing Mariachi to leap up and roll through. Rather than try and get the pin on a victory roll, Mariachi turns Danny on his stomach and places him in a inverted surfboard! COLE La Tapatía! And what a painful hold this is. We could have a submission any moment now. COACH ... COLE Before you ask, Coach...I did my homework. Scottish Scott steps in to breakup the submission, but Moracca cuts him off and locks on a REAR NAKED CHOKE COMPLETE WITH DRY HUMPING! COACH My eyes! My eyes! COLE We've just upset half the country back home! Mariachi wants in on the fun, releasing the surfboard so he can ride Danny Boy like a horse, slapping him upside the ass while yelling “Giddy up!” With Moracca putting Scott out like a light, he and Mariachi look to finish off Danny. They whip him to the ropes and hit their patented DOUBLE TILT-A-WHIRL PANCAKE, slamming Danny Boy face down onto the canvas! Los Diablos motion for their spike tombstone piledriver, drawing the fans out of their seats as Moracca jumps from the second rope...THE SODOMIZER!! The cover is made in yet another compromising position (69)! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen BUFFER Here are your winners...LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO! It's all fun and games after the match. Moracca and Mariachi celebrating the only way they know how, bumping and grinding on each other! Referee Miles Manchester tending to Danny Boy in the background, making sure he didn't suffer any serious injury from the Sodomizer. The replay is cued up and narrated by Coach, but stops midway through as we cut back live to the arena as BLACK T hit the ring and deck Miles! COLE My God, they struck an official! COACH Not just any official, but the one assigned to their championship match this past Sunday night at World Without End. You know, the same official who called the match...which was the right decision, by the way. The former tag team titleholders are viewed favorably as they lay a beatdown on the senior citizen. Tony tears open Miles shirt and holds him up for Dan, who wails away on the older timer, chopping the hide off his chest. Black T are so out of control Scottish Scott and Danny Boy have to pry them away from the referee. Dan and Tony respond by dishing out another ass-kicking! The Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew beating the holy hell outta the E.U. Scottish Scott experiences a BLACKOUT, while Tony gives Danny an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT and drops the Irishman on his head again! But they aren't done yet. They want to punish the man who only did his job at World Without End some more, whipping him to the ropes for... "3-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" ...3-B, the Black Body Bag! Manchester convulsing on the spot. Still, that doesn't stop Dan Black from going to the top...DIVING HEADBUTT! Tony Brannigan isn't done yet either...RUDE AWAKENING! COLE Black T taking out their frustrations on the E.U. and Miles Manchester! I don't agree with this at all. Yes, I know they're upset, but attacking a referee -- which is wrong no matter what -- isn't going to solve their problems. Dan grabs the microphone and is ready to speak... BLACK :huh: ...but Tony rips the mic out of his hand and proceeds to lay down Brannigan's Law. EMTs and OAOAST officials assisting referee Manchester backstage. TONY Cut the music! Drek Stone, Hoff...you guys don't want to live to see old age, do you? How else would you explain sticking your noses in Black T business? It's a sad day when the heavyweight champion of the world has to resort to backhanded tatics like jumping somebody from behind. When I was World Champion, if I had a problem with a guy I'd tell them to their face and then knock them on their ass. None of this hit and run bullshit. Because of you and Hoff, former World Champion-turned lacky, Black T no longer reign surpreme over the tag ranks. Mr. Black and I could sit out here and tell a sob story that would make us the most sympathetic characters in the world, but we don't want any sympathy. You know what we want? Payback! It's one thing to mess with Black T, it's another to cost us the World tag team championship; ask Miles Manchester what it's like to get on our bad side once he comes to, because it's obvious we haven't settled anything in our past. So let's finish what we started earlier in the year. I want YOU, Drek Stone, one on one. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Black does a double take. Not the comment he expected to hear. TONY (CONT'D) Man to man. I want you and the World title. You took my belt...now I'm gonna take yours! Tony slams the mic down and exits. Black stays behind, puzzled in the ring. "Quiet" blaring overhead. COLE Tony Brannigan just dropped a bomb on the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. He wants to settle the score once and for all. How will the champion respond? Hopefully we'll find out tonight.

It won't. I've edited the updated logo into the show. Good stuff as usual, man. And holy shit! Look at all that feedback!

Los Diablos de Fuego in action

Funny you should mention that because I got my idea from the Road Warriors-Midnight Express NWA tag title change. For what it's worth, the Sooner Bruisers weren't the team I had planned on switching the titles to, those plans fell through. Now to complete my feedback for the show. GPX vs. Todd/Landon: Fun match until the finish, which I suspect was because the match was rushed and/or to set up a rematch. Still good. No complaints. The pre-match commentary filled me in on the history between Todd, Landon and Megan.

NYU comes through in the clutch, saving me the trouble of having to put the show together myself. Great job on the opening exchange, the best we've had in a long time. Sweet 6-man tag featuring the Burrough Boys, Team Jamacia and Jumbo. Looks like we've got a new wrestler in the fed. Megan and Todd once had a thing? I need to read the shows more carefully. It may go overlooked by most, but I really liked the pieces used throughout the night showing the men involved in the Chamber match getting ready. Speaking of ready, PR and Stephen seemed to have their plans in order. The 24/7 segment was awesome! Whoa, Peter Knight won! Didn't see that one coming at all. PK a total dick at the end. Heel 101 there. Dead Precidents vs. The Usual Suspects: Match of the Night candidate. Balls to the wall violence. Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell II: A monster of a match. But damn if Alf didn't deliver. Another MOTN candidate. More 24/7 hijinks. Looks like the SCM may have found the character they've lacked. Nice to see the Boiz and Gunslingers released from witness protection. Bo is the man. Not only was he left untouched, but he went home with the girl. PR vs. Drek Stone: The history package before the match was straight out of late 80s WWF events. Long and detailed. Pretty cool. As for the bout, NYU was right on with his praise for the match. The spot were Drek tapped to the Sharpshooter was excellent. Kinda figured PR's crew would play a role in the match, but it was no bigge. Stone at the announce booth was priceless. We even had thumbtacks...and a GUN used! That had to be the damnest ending I've ever seen/read. It was a unique finish, that's for sure. Match of the Night: Tough decision. The final 3 matches were some of the best we've had. But I won't take the cheap way out, so I'll say the MOTN goes to...Dead Precidents vs. The Usual Suspects. What can I say. I'm a sucker for tag wrestling. Line of the Night: "Relax, The Biff'll just stick a protein bar underneath the bun and it'll even itself out." -- Biff Atlas

The funk brings in the noise part Deux. The musical stylings of Edgar Winter and their song "Frankenstein" accompanying Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, along with a chorus of boos from the 62 thousand-plus fans jammed inside the AlamoDome to witness the upcoming title match. COLE As cliche as it sounds, tonight is the biggest match in the career of Frank and Uber Bruiser. Everything they've done in the last year -- basically ending the career of Logan Mann on the same night he got married, calling out Black T as they declared war on the tag team division -- has lead in their quest to become World tag team champions. It's make or break time for The Sooner Bruisers. They either put up or shut up here tonight in San Antonio, the birthplace of Tony Brannigan. COACH It may be homecoming night for Tony, Mikey, but Big Frank and Uber will be crowned World tag team champions. SWOOP~ to the ring and Michael Buffer for the introductions. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on World Without End is scheduled for one fall and is for the heavyweight tag team championship of the world!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers...from Oklahoma, at a total combine weight of 525 pounds, "The Man of Tomorrow" and "Psycho Gremlin"...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUISERS! Big Frank poses on the turnbuckles, and motions for an underage girl waving a Heavenly Rockers poster to..*ahem*...fondle his joystick. You can imagine how receptive the father is to that gesture, having to be restrained by security as Big Frank and Uber invite him into the ring to do something about it. "Simply Ravishing...OWWWWWW!" Their attention shifts from the fan to the entranceway to men who know how to get the job done. Black T mixing things up a bit by coming to the ring to hometown hero Tony Brannigan's theme song. And a hero's welcome Black T receive as they appear in front of the live crowd, bursting through the thick cloud of black smoke with the World tag team titles wrapped around their waists. COLE Listen to these fans! You'd think the Spurs had just won their 4th NBA title. COACH Well they haven't. You know, now that I think about it, after tonight the Spurs and Tony Brannigan will have a lot in common. COLE They will? COACH Yeah. Their title reigns will have both ended on their home court. Hahahaha! COLE (sarcastic laugh) Real funny, Coach. Who do you think you are, Alfdogg? Nothing has been won or lost yet. Back up to Michael Buffer. BUFFER And their opponents. First...hailing from London, England, 240 pounds..."The Ice Heart" DAN BLLLLLAAAAACK! His partner...from Hollywood U.S.A. by way of SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS... "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the former heavyweight champion of the world, TONY BRANNIGAN! Here are the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, BLLLLLAAAAAACK TEEEEEEEEEEEE! Tony baskets in the glory, soaking in the cheers while proudly holding his tag belt in the air. Dan Black eye-balling both Bruisers, following up the 3-B hand signal with his trademark THROAT/SLASH~! Unexpectedly and inexplicably, DREK STONE and HOFF blindside Tony Brannigan. The sudden commotion alerts Dan to the problem behind him. Hoff serving in the role as enforcer, meeting Black head-on, the two trading blows as Drek hits Tony with a STONECUTTER ON THE ARENA FLOOR!! COLE No, damnit! We need help out here! Tony Brannigan just went head-first into the concrete floor courtesy of the OAOAST Champion's devastating Stonecutter. That thin piece of carpeting doing little to "cushion" the blow. Why, Stone?! You got your work cut out for you later tonight in your match with Tha Puerto Rican, you son of a bitch! Why, damnit?! Is he trying to send P.R. a message prior to their match? Because I don't understand the meaning of this. Unaware of what has happened Black continues to brawl with Hoff near the entrance. He then notices Brannigan flat on his back, [b][color=#FF0000]BLOOD[/color][/b] gushing out of his head. Dan unstraps his title belt and uses it to fend off Hoff and Stone. A hush silence falling over the AlamoDome. OAOAST officials and producers--I mean agents--arrival on the scene seconds too late, as usual. EMTs not far behind. Women are captured sobbing in the stands, some shielding their young ones from the gruesome sight of a blood covered Tony Brannigan being loaded onto a stretcher. Crotched near Tony Dan Black can only shake his head, rage running through his icy veins. Then a voice. MAN (Off-Screen) Hey Black! Dan pauses and turns his head to the ring where Big Frank stands with a microphone. Uber smirking next to his brother, rubbing his hands together. BIG FRANK Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, boy. Maybe if you stepped away from your boyfriend you'd understand. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" BLACK :angry: BIG FRANK What, I didn't insult your manhood, too? The last person who said I insulted their manhood ended up like Tony Brannigan. In fact, it was Tony Brannigan who felt insulted by "The Man of Tomorrow." I could care less whether or not I insulted you. What I care about are them belts you boys are walkin' around with, because these MEN want 'em. Me and my brother see your partner ain't in no condition to wrestle, so we'll give you the option of going out and finding another partner or forefitting the belts to a real tag team. Your choice. But I recommend forefitting the titles so that you can live to wrestle another day. Black rips the belts out of the hands of OAOAST offical/part-time correspondent Terry Taylor and follows EMTs whisking Tony Brannigan away backstage. BIG FRANK That's what we figured. You Brits think you're smarter than Americans. We bailed your asses outta W-W II and now you gotta find another Yank, as you English muffins say, to save your ass again. It don't make no difference. Our time has come. We ran Logan Mann out of this joint, sent Synth out to him Thursday night, now we dethrone the so-called greatest tag team in OAOAST history. Black T ain't nothing but chumps! Frank lowers the mic as Dan marches to the ring with both title belts in his possession. He walks up the ring steps and asks referee Sir Miles Manchester to bring him the mic. BLACK Mr. Roid Rage, I couldn't help but overhear you state I had the choice of finding a replacement partner or forefitting the belts to you and your mentally challenge brother. I regret to inform you I didn't find another partner... BIG FRANK :) BLACK (CONT'D) ...because this Brit doesn't need anybody saving his ass. With that Dan hurls the tag belts in the Bruisers direction, the center gold plate slicing Big Frank's upper lip, and steps through the ropes, charging forward! Uber decked by a double forearm thrust to the sternum. Frank repeatedly kicked in the midsection and hammered by knife edge chops that draw a collective "WHOOOOOO" from the fans. Black peppers the head with a combination of rights and forearm shivers, then shoots Big Frank to the ropes and delivers a DECAPITATING LARIAT~! Daniel Maxiums Black introduces the sole of his boot to the face of "The Man of Tomorrow" before hitting a Falcon Arrow suplex. Black slashes the throat and climbs to the top! COLE Dan Black looking to end it early. COACH If Dan Black beats the Sooner Bruisers by himself, it will go down as the biggest upset in history. Dan spreads his arms out like wings and is about to fly when Uber reappears standing over Frank, daring Black to jump. The Ice Heart actually plays to the crowd, gauging their reaction before making his decision. Their approval is so overwhelming Dan knows what to do next. He dives at Uber...only to be caught in midair and suplexed overhead! COACH (laughing) I bet that's the last time we see Danny boy pander to the fans. The Sooner Bruisers descend on Dan Black like vultures. The would-be tag champions putting the boots to the man who has won nearly every championship in OAOAST history. Big Frank scales the turnbuckles as Uber drapes Dan face up on his right shoulder. The Man of Tomorrow French kissing the peak of his right bicep, before dropping the big elbow from the top! The cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Black sustains one high-impact move, but can he withstand another? Big Frank's belly-to-belly suplex planting him in the middle of the ring. Leg hooked. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Dan kicks out again. Frank digs into the playbook of other famous wrestling families, starting with "A" for Anderson, ramming Dan's head into his own brother Uber's! Following an exchange the Psycho Gremlin whips Black to the ropes and explodes from the line of scrimmage, clotheslining Dan out of a 3-point stance! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! COLE Frustration beginning to creep in. The Sooner Bruisers have to be amazed by Dan Black's intestinal fortitude. They told him, after Tony Brannigan was brutally attacked by Drek Stone, to either find another partner or forefit the tag team championship. Black did neither, choosing to go at it alone in the ring. I say that because he has 62 thousand strong behind him, all of whom came to see the return of Tony Brannigan to his hometown. COACH There you go, building Black T up the same way ABC did Notre Dame when the Fighting Irish snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. The Sooner Bruisers aren't Michigan State, baby boy. The only shot Dan Black has of winning is if Big Frank and Uber are jobbed the same way their alma mater were a few weeks ago in Oregon. Dan has to contend with both Bruisers in the ring. They send him for the ride and hot shot on the top rope. Again and again, from each side of the ring. Uber and Big Frank prepare for the final hot shot, but Dan has other things in mind, putting on the brakes and kicking Uber in the shoulder. Frank looks up. BIG FRANK :o KICK, WHAM...BLACKOUT! Dan returns to his feet and avoids a lunging Soonerline. He spins Uber around and lands a glancing kick to the gut that's enough to double the big guy over, hooking both arms...PITCH BLACK! COLE He got it. Upset in the making! No there isn't. Uber no sells Pitch Black and stiffs the shit outta Dan with a Soonerline! The Psycho Gremlin running circles around Black, howling to the heavens. Big Frank calls for and receives the tag. He places Dan on the top and goes up with him. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPERPLEX! Black's body bouncing up from the mat like a rubber ball. Frank turns Dan on his back and grinds the elbow into his face as he covers him. ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! Snapmare into a reverse chinlock, Frank digging the knee into the spine of the back. Black grimacing in pain. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH :huh: COLE Holy smokes! It's... COLE & COACH TONY BRANNIGAN! As you'd expect, the fans blow the roof off the AlamoDome as Tony Brannigan powerwalks to the ring, a blood soak bandage wrapped around his forehead. Running on adreanline Tony hops onto the apron and pounds on the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd involved. Black's eyes light up upon spoting Tony urging him on in the corner. Dan rises to a vertical base, firing a succession of back elbows to Big Frank's midsection, sending him off to the ropes and switches from a sleeper hold to his dreaded DRAGON SLEEPER in one fell swoop! COACH How does Black do it? The punishment he's taken would've put the average wrestler out long ago. COLE Dan Black isn't your average wrestler, Coach. He's one of tough son of a bitch. Big Frank tries breaking free by bashing Black upside the head with his fists, to no avail. Black then decides to lift Frank for an inverted suplex, but it's not as simple as it sounds. The Ice Heart flipping Frank in the air and straight down in a 3/4 facelock...OSAKA STREET CUTTER!!! Dan adds to the drama by slowly rolling over to place an arm across Frank's chest. Miles Manchester checking to see if both shoulders are down for no apparent reason. Or is there? ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!! Referee Manchester waving off the pin broken up by Uber just milliseconds before his hand slammed the mat for a third time. The partisan crowd reacting angerily to the--right--decision. Suddenly, Uber joins the side of right and virture and agrees to Earl's demand to exit. Tony Brannigan practically falling over the top rope in hopes of nabbing Dan's attention for a tag. Black sees Tony and denies his request, citing health concerns. COLE No, Dan. What are you doing? Make the tag. I understand your concern, but I can't imagine Tony would risk his health if he didn't think he could go. COACH Oh, shut up, Mikey. Black's totally in the right here. God knows what kind of treatment Brannigan received backstage. They could've hooked him up to IVs or even given him a blood transfusion for all we know. Besides, Danny boy's got Big Frank where he wants him. Reeling. Black brings Frank back to his feet and has to duck a punch, waistlocking the Man of Tomorrow from the rear and hits the first of three suplexes that make up the CHIMERA SUPLEX SEQUENCE -- Tiger, German and Dragon! COLE Dan Black just dealed The Sooner Bruisers a death blow. Here's the count! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Uber AGAIN with the save. Black T had it won there. COACH Say what you will about the guy, but Uber has impeccable timing. COLE I'll give you that. I think the Heavenly Rockers and Holly would too. Uber is rightfully scolded by Miles Manchester. In the background, Black performs a beautifully executed snap suplex and heads to the top. Dan is stunned when Tony rushes over and tags himself in, naturally causing the crowd to ERUPT. The tag is allowed because Uber was still in the ring at the time the exchange was made, leaving the corners unassigned and open for business. And Tony Brannigan is all business once inside, clotheslining both Bruisers. The Sooners rocked by hard rights and big forearm smashes. Dan Black watches from the apron, hands on hips. Is he still mad about the tag or surprise at how well Tony is doing? No matter his view Brannigan is dominating. A pair of atomic drops delivered to the Sooners...and a RUDE AWAKENING for Frank! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Tony snapmares Frank over and comes off the top with a KNEE DROP TO THE HEAD! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COACH This is one of the damnest matches I've ever seen, Mikey. First it was Dan Black showing all the guts and determination, fighting the Bruisers on his own, now it's Big Frank. COLE That's how much the OAOAST tag team championship means to both teams. They both want it. But only one team will go home with the gold. Just when it looks like things are totally going in favor of Black T, one reversed Irish whip and a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM later changes all that. The fresh Uber is tagged in and a pattern develops, that being to turn Tony upside to rush the blood to his head. Uber accomplishes that with a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Brannigan sent in and shot back off the ropes...POWER BODYSLAM! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Irish whip to the far corner, Uber charging in...and eats a big boot to the face! The Psycho Gremlin staggers out of the corner as Tony, in no mood to go up to the top does just that, goes up to the top. What follows is no surprise given the amount of blood lost. Tony loses his balance and falls directly into the arms of Uber, who smashes Brannigan's ribs into opposite corners and spikes him into the mat! COLE Oklahoma Stampede! This may be it. COACH How quickly the tide turns. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Dan Black...DIVING HEADBUTT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That triggers a brawl between Dan Black and The Sooner Bruisers. Right back where we started. Miles Manchester juggles the task of trying to restore order and keeping Tony Brannigan from endangering himself. Black proves why he's one tough bastard, taking the best Big Frank and Uber have to offer and dishes it back at the same time. Unfortunately, Tony can't do much of anything still lying on the mat motionless, prompting Miles to call for the bell. * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What happened? COACH I think Miles signaled for the bell. COLE But why? I think we may have a double disqualification. Referee Miles Manchester unable to keep the peace. Miles confers with Michael Buffer as OAOAST officials and EMTs once again return to the side of Tony Brannigan. Officials separating Black and the Sooners while EMTs attend to Brannigan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester that due to the amount of blood lost by Tony Brannigan, which has rendered him unconscious, it is in his best interest that the match be stopped. Therefore, the winners of the match...and NEEEEW professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" Frank and Uber end the arguring with Dan Black and OAOAST officials to celebrate their victory, sharing a big hug after finally achieving their goal. Dan Black is absolutely livid. Livid at the referee for stopping the bout and perhaps at himself for allowing Tony to compete knowing the shape he was in. While the Bruisers continue their celebration in the ring, EMTs load Tony onto the stretcher outside and wheel him backstage for the second time tonight. Dan Black SPITING at the feet of the new champions, who are too busy celebrating to pay any attention. COACH Whoever said you can't go home again was right. New tag team champions, The Sooner Bruisers! [img=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v82/papacita/OAOAST/novreignposter.jpg] [b] Sunday night, November 26 [color=#993399]LIVE[/color]! [color=#993399]ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW[/color]![/b]