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Hot promo to start the show. Hoff's really stepped up his game since returning. The friction between Stone and Hoff is intriguing. The thought of Bill Watts saying "emo goth boy" had me in stitches. I don't even know what that means (Told you I'm not hip with the culture). But that segment has me wanting to see Watts get beatdown old school, baby! Like I've told Adam, his storyline has really surprised me so far. He's even referenced the SJ the AS PPV coordinator angle!Wow. Team Heyross definitely deserve some respect. Their match showcased their talent nicely. Yay! My Sooners/Heavenly Rockers/Brains & Brawns segment aired this week. The ex-champ looking good in a win over DDD, who nearly cooked something up at the end. Interesting choice of match for School's Out. Good job explaining the rules as I remember little of the original SWTH match from 2002. The way Zack handled the Garners pre-match promo was hilarious. That's how you put somebody over. Blank, Cortez and Bloodshed continue to make noise in the OAOAST. Their segment later in the show with Blonde and Faqu peaked my interest. I could lead to a number of things. That Brock Ausstin segment was gold. Paranoid Axel on the prowl. Ryan Smith I barely remember, which means he's probably getting his ass kicked at Syndicated. D*LUX want the World tag team titles as well. That's why they were motioning for the gold! Entertaining ME. Zack going nuts at the end was quite the scene. MOTN: Jamie O'Hara vs. Todd Cortez Thumbs up.

Hoff is waiting for the guys to sign off on it, but yeah, it's a promo starting with the announcers welcoming everyone to the show, etc. And PK, don't forget my stuff this week. Sooners/Heavenly Rockers segment and NRG vs. D*LUX.

Don't know. I want to get the first one out of the way first. BTW, the OAOVW spot is still open. I'm trying to figure out which idea I want to go with before making a decision, most likely in the next day or two.

Something like that, but with actual strobe lights surrounding the curtain. I took a little WWF and sprinkled it with a touch of WCW. The show is supposed to be taped at a OAOAST house show, that's why no grand set. Yes, I put way too much thought into Syndicated.

Very old school. As I describe it in one of the matches I'm writing: "navy blue curtain that is outlined by acid-inducing strobe lights and a large OAOAST logo above."

Hope both teams aren't already booked. KC must've taken in his PC before he had a chance to answer my request, but since it took me 5 minutes to write this and I can easily replace D*LUX if need be I'm posting this for HD. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest LIVE on HeldDOWN~! is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit....and it is for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers... accompanied to the ring by their business consultant Mackenzie DeCenzo, at a total combine weight of 515 pounds, Nutrition's Real Guru's...NRG! Gavin Rossdale's "Adrenaline" blasting in the background, Mackenzie is the first to appear onstage. She raises her hands in the air to signal the arrival of NRG. The two muscle heads brush up against her and strike a pose, mocking the entrance of their opponents. The meat between the bread, Mackie becomes agitated when Biff begins to SNIFF and STROKE her hair. She slaps his hand away and power walks to the ring, flustered. COACH Not speaking from personal experience or anything, but, uh, the first step to resolving your problem is admitting you have one and Biff has a...unique problem. CABOOSE He has a hair fetish. COACH What gave it away, 'Boosey? COLE Heh. Wait to you hear the reaction for their opponents. BUFFER And their opponents! "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" The melodic stylings of A1's "First To Believe" play over the P.A sending the fans into a frenzy. Jade Rodez is first to emerge, skipping out through the entrance doors with a beaming smile on her pretty little face. Either side, "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant hit a triumphant pose of their manager, their washboard abs covered up by shiny new belts! The HI-YAH Tag Belts, obviously. Jade and team soak up the energy of the crowd for a few seconds before Jade points the way on to the ring. Shayne and Tyler exchange a high-five over Ms. Rodez's head, before following their manager's directions like a good little team. BUFFER Being led towards the ring by their manager Ms. Jade Rodez...at a total combined weight of 397 pounds. They are the NEEEWW HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE and "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... D*LLLLUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Not impressed by the rousing ovation are NRG and Mackenzie, the trio in self-imposed exile to distance themselves from the hype and hysteria inside the squared circle. NRG huddle with Mackenzie and under her orders hit the ring. In the costliest wardrobe malfuction since Janet Jackson's Super Bowl incident, Biff's HULA SKIRT gets caught in the ropes, causing Mackenzie to slap her forehead in disbelief. With a war cry that would make Mel Gibson proud Flex Phillps charges D*LUX, who themselves are caught up as they are in the process of removing their denim jackets. Shayne and Tyler put those plans on hold, ducking a double clothesline and bringing Flex down face-first on the rebound with stereo drop toeholds! The guys knock Biff out on the apron before tuning up the band, tapping their right foot three times on the mat as the crowd spontaneously breaks out in song. "OH, BABY, BABY!" "OH, BABY, BABY!" "OH, BABY, BABY!" Flex slowly gets up, turns...and gets his teeth kicked down his throat, figuratively speaking, with a DOUBLE SUPERKICK! HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!!! COACH Oh, no way. Shane and the crowd count along with the referee. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" With a pop that usually comes with winning the tag titles, Jade celebrates with Shane and Tyler, both of whom express their desire for tag team gold by motioning around their waists...perhaps forgetting they're already wearing the HI-YAH Tag Titles. They hold the bottom rope up for Jade and follow her out, leaning on the top rope and floating over to the arena floor. CABOOSE Every tag team wants the championship. So many teams, so little belts. They're going to have to win it to earn it. COACH And D*LUX didn't earn their win tonight because it was 2 on 1, fellas. 2 on 1! COLE (laughing) D*LUX pick up the win in a OAOAST record 9 seconds with an assist from a hula skirt! They didn't even have to take off their denim jackets! BUFFER Here are your winners: D*.... Mackie rips the microphone out of Michael Buffer's hand and enters the ring. She kicks off her high heels and angerily stomps the canvas. MACKIE What is wrong with you guys?! How many losses is this now, hmm? How many? Can any one of you tell me? You can't. And you know why? Because you've lost count. You spend more time on your back than Jade Rodez does in a given night. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" MACKIE (CONT'D) Look what happened here tonight. You managed to botch the simplest thing like attacking somebody from behind. If this was only a one time thing, then it wouldn't be a problem. You're only human, you make mistakes. It's cool. But it's not a one time thing is it? Oh no. It's an every god damn day thing. No longer do I approach each week, wondering how you're going to win your first match, no, I approach each week wondering how you're going to spectacularly fail at life. Quite frankly, I'm tired of your screw-ups. I have done everything in my power to make you superstars. For months, [i]for months[/i] I have spent my time and energy trying to mold you into the tag team your sponsor NRG Drinks and Supplements wanted. But what have they gotten in return? NOTHING. Absolutely nothing! Oh, excuse me. I stand corrected. They have gotten something in return. Two of the biggest jackasses the world has ever seen! David Blaine, a man who willingly spent seven days underwater, laughs at your idiocy. Caboose, a man who goes on national tv each week wearing makeup that makes him look like he's gender impersonating Liza Minelli, laughs at your idiocy. These people in the audience laugh at your idiocy! That's right, wrestling fans, the festering pimple inside society's ass crack, laugh at your idiocy. Think about that for a second. But what about me? Do I laugh? No. I weep at your idiocy. I wake up crying in the middle of the night because I'm the only one who seems to suffer from it. When is this all going to end, gentlemen? When is the rampant losing going to end? When will we stop spiraling down a bottomless pit of failure? At some point things have to get better, right? That's what I've told myself every day since you two choked against the Sk8r's in the Anderson Cup. "It's gotta get better! It's gotta improve! Things have gotta turn around! They can't get any worse!" Wrong! It always seems to get worse with you two! You always manage to sink to new levels of incompetence, and you drag me down with you into this den of blackness..this...this sea of mediocrity. I may be the captain of this misfit group, but it'll be cold day in hell before I go down with the NRG ship. I give you very simple tasks to perform, easy, no problem, even my grandmother could've done them, and she's been dead for ten years. But what happens? What do you half retarded apes invariably do? You screw up. You flop. You flop bigger then Elton John's musical [i]Lestat[/i]. Take Run For The Gold for instance, all you had to do was walk, you didn't even have to run, you could've walked briskly, through Krista's house and captured the 24/7 title. That's it. But that would've been too simple! That would've been too easy for the great and powerful Flex Phillips and Biff Atlas! So you had to drive lawn mowers into swimming pools, you had to fight cult celebrates! You had to make it into a show, into a big ol production. Well, guess what, meatheads? When the curtain closed on that show, neither of you brainless twits, were the 24/7 champion. Why? Because, you screwed up. Shocking, I know. At some point, I have to take a step back from the catastrophic disaster you two have reduced my life to, and ask myself is this really worth it? Is this really worth the emotional pain? The suffering? The years of therapy you will eventually drive me to? The nervous breakdown I'm destined to have? COLE Wow. That's a bit strong, in my opinion. CABOOSE Look at Flex and Biff. They're stunned by Mackenzine's rant. Indeed. They pled their case to Mackie, who tells them to talk to the hand. MACKIE I, Mackenzie DeCenzo, deserve better. No, greatness. Just look at me. Not only am I a sight to see, but, honey, I am dressed for success! You...heh...You two on the other hand look like you just walked off the set of some B-level porno film. I am a businesswoman. I can wheel and deal with the best of them. So I know when to cut my losses...like our business relationship for instance...it's over. OOOOOOOVERRRRRR! Mackie throws the microphone at the feet of NRG and heads to the corner, leaving Biff and Flex behind. Biff picks up the mic. COACH Did Mackenzie just quit as NRG's business consultant? COLE I believe so. BIFF It won't be that easy, DeCenzo. I think I speak for everyone in this arena when I say...what brand of shampoo do you use? Your hair is always soft and smells terriffic. I must know what your secret is. Flex takes the mic away from Biff, shaking his head. FLEX I think what my partner means is, you're a backstabbing bitch! I'm not gonna let you rape our pride. Yeah, men can be raped. I know because I'm one of them. COLE, CABOOSE & COACH :huh: FLEX I was home enjoying a fine dinner -- grilled chicken, steam vegies and a slice of garlic bread -- and a re-run of the 1978 World's Strongest Man contest on ESPN Classic when I decided to have a little snack. Don't be fooled, ladies and gentlemen. Inside the yellow peel of a banana lies a rapist. You see, just as I'm about to peel the banana the phone rings, so I put the banana down on the couch. It's Biff. He calls to let me know the 1978 World's Strongest Man contest is on ESPN Classic. I'm like, "Yeah, dude, I'm checkin' it out." The call ends and I go back to take a seat when I'm violated in my own home. I know some of you are thinking, how does a banana penetrated your pants/shorts. I wasn't wearing any. Some people like to walk around their house in the nude or in their underwear, I like to scoll around my crib in my jock strap. I call the police to inform them about the rape. They come out to the house and I let them know the rapist is still inside. I lead them to the banana and I'M arrest. You gotta be kidding me. Luckily I have some good lawyers. The system failed me once and I'll be damned if it's gonna fail me again. Now, I'm not gonna take my anger out on you, Mackie. Instead, how 'bout a little challenge? You said you could't make us superstars, right? Well why don't you go out and find two new studs you can "mold" into superstars, Mack, and we'll make you regret ditching us high and dry by beating your so-called "superstars" on Syndicated. COLE Oh, my. What a challenge. MACKIE Wait a sec. I need more time than that. FLEX Oh, come on. For a smart businesswoman like you, that shouldn't be a problem. Make a few calls if you must, or even lie on your back with your legs near you head if you have to. MACKIE Why, you...! BIFF What's a matter, too chicken? Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk! Hands on hip, Mackie has the ever popular "oh, no, you didn't" expression on her face. MACKIE All right. You're on. I have a few connections in the business. I'll go out and find my kind of people, a team I know I can count on to get the job done. You'll enjoy you're only brush with greatness on Syndicated. See ya in a few. CUE: "Adrenaline" COLE Ladies and gentlemen, please be sure to check your local listings for the premiere of OAOAST Syndicated. Just added: NRG vs. two men of Mackenzie DeCenzo's choosing! COACH The list of talent at Mackie's dispense is unlimited, fellas. There isn't a team out there who would turn down the opportunity to have Mackenzie DeCenzo as their business consultant. Syndicated is gonna be off the charts. COLE But we have more HeldDOWN~! still to come. [b][color=#FF0000]OAOAST SYNDICATED[/color] THIS [u]WEEKEND[/u] CHECK LOCAL LISTINGS FOR TIME & DATE[/b]

* bump * All Axel references have been edited out. Skit is ready for next week.

COLE Ladies and gentlemen, during the break fireworks exploded backstage as the Sooner Bruisers attempted to enter the arena. As those who caught Living Angleously know, the Sooner Bruisers have gone from a respected tag team to a bunch of bullies that care about no one but themselves. For them to assault the Heavenly Rockers AND Holly-Wood after being defeated by Synth and Logan AGAIN was uncalled for. I know for a fact they were fined an undisclosed amount of money earlier in the week... Okay, I understand the guys in the truck have the footage cued up. Let's view it right now. [b]DURING BREAK[/b] The Sooner Bruisers are walking up to the back gate with their luggage when they are confronted by ARENA SECURITY and OAOAST official/special correspondent TERRY TAYLOR, who hands Frank a piece of paper. At first cooperative, the terrible twosome become agitated after reading the paper and having security move in on them. BIG FRANK What a crock of shit! Is this some kind of joke, Taylor? TERRY The Board of Directors issued the order this afternoon suspending you and Frankie indefinitely. BIG FRANK Bullshit! What for, huh?! What for?! TERRY I'm just the messager. I'm sorry you just now found out about it, but you know how the business is. FRANKIE Oh, you'll be sorry if you don't tell us what we're suspended for. We've never missed a booking or were late to the arena. Until tonight, but the office knew our flight was delayed. So what trumped up charges are we suspended for? Did the Heavenly Rockers go Ray Allen and bitch to the office about getting roughed up again? BIG FRANK And why the hell didn't the office tell us about this sooner, huh?! Why make us fly out and get stranded in the process when the office knew they were gonna suspend us? Now they got this dog and pony show goin' on with all the cameras around. What, they afraid we're gonna go CRAZY and tear shit up? Because we just might if you don't have a good answer for us, Taylor. Security or no security. TERRY Come on, guys, don't make this any harder than it already is. The Board has been very busy since assuming day-to-day operations after the managerial changes last week. Everything you need to know is in the document. Didn't you read it? FRANKIE Are you saying we can't read? TERRY No. I didn't mean that at all. FRANKIE Big brother, don'tcha think that's what he implied? BIG FRANK Yep. Just look at this bastard. He thinks he superior because he wears nice collar shirts and glasses. Ain't that right, Taylor. You think that makes you better than us? TERRY What are you guys talking about. You're reading too much into what I said. FRANKIE Oh, now you're saying we can't read body language either? TERRY No! * gasp * The Sooners use Terry as a human shield to keep security away as they grab him by the throat and lift him overhead, causing the Rooster to lay an egg or two. Before the Sooner Bruisers can slam Terry on the pavement, THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS come to his rescue! Their fists taped, Synth and Logan throw a WAD OF CASH in the air to bribe security into letting an impromtu street fight occur as they wallop the Man of Tomorrow and Pyscho Gremlin with closed fists! Terry still hits the pavement, but at least he manages to cusion his fall a bit. Apparently the money was more than enough to buy off the security force, as they help Terry Taylor and watch as Logan rams Big Frank into the hood of the Sooner Bruisers classic CORVETTE. On the other side, Frankie grabs Synth in a belly-to-belly and HURLS him onto the ROOF of the car with a release overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Little does Frankie know as he gets up, Logan dives on the hood and takes him down with a double-axehandle smash! Mann wails away on the Pyscho Gremlin, no doubt adding a little extra something for Holly-Wood. Security finally gets involved after the Man of Tomorrow drills Logan with a forearm smash to the back of the head, physcially restraining the Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy while others help the Pyscho Gremlin up and drag him away to prevent another explosion. * CR-R-R-R-ACK * But that's exactly what we get when a KENDO STICK to the back brings Logan to his knees. The cameras quickly focus in on the person responsible... ...VITAMIN X of the tag team Brains & Brawn, doing his version of the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle before punishing Mann's ribs with more whacks from the kendo stick. Out of the corner of the screen we see Synth crawling on his hands and knees, rising up and lunging towards the X-Man...only to be goolzed by the massive hand of THE CUBAN WALL! * THUD * A sickening one at that as Synth's body leaves a dent on the Sooner Bruisers Covertte courtesy of a Cuban Wall CHOKE SLAM! VITAMIN X BOO-YAH~! X and Wall are quickly swarmed by security as we cut back to the arena with a shot of the Heavenly Rockers laid out backstage. COLE What [i]was[/i] that all about? COACH It could only mean one thing, Mikey -- Brains & Brawns want the tag team championship. CABOOSE But they aren't even in the top 5 tag team rankings. COACH Heh. Well they just let the Heavenly Rockers know they are a force to be reckon with. COLE The other big news coming out of what occurred during the break, the Sooner Brusiers have been suspended indefinitely. I, for one, am glad to see the Board of Directors take a strong stance on violence against women. COACH Whatever.

The Syndicated show is something I've been planning for over 2 years and just now finally being able to do. The reason there hasn't been a lot of talk about it is because the card is already booked with the exception of a couple of slots (one being for the OAOVW and one for a singles match squash). Since half the roster are OAOAST Mods they've known about the show for months. A booking thread will be posted sometime this weekend with more information. As for next week's HD... The Sooner Bruisers/Heavenly Rockers segment that got left off this week

Hellvua show, especially for one as promo heavy as this week. Everybody brought their A-game. Kudos to all. Excellent promo to start the show, a sign of things to come with everybody cutting some of their finest. I really liked how Adam found a way to work the problems with LA into a storyline. Syndicated makes sense, fool. The show is in syndication! I knew I should've gone with Worldwide Superstars of Wrestling Challenge. CW & Bo vs. The Heavenly Rockers should be a dandy. Add me to the list of people who think Maria should be used more often. I even called for it months ago. So once again I'm leading the way for change in the OAOAST. Err, I'm rambling again. Anyway, damn fine Leon Rodez promo that nearly turned into an erotic thriller (at least for me) as Maria pondered. The May 19th parody was funny and neat little twist with Maria trying to win the 24/7 title. PK delivered one of his strongest promos to date. You could feel the fire in his heart. The SWF guys have really added a spark to the show and the characters of Zack, the GPX and O'Hara. Not even a week old and this storyline is one of the best going on. Good stuff from Hoff this week. Funny bit with Jackie and Jarvo. Then the tension with Drek Stone! Watts resigning was a major shocker, as was Axel being demoted as GM. Great twists. Poor Jarvo. And hot angle to end the show. My segment got left off, but I'll save it for next week and make a few revisions to reflect the happenings this week.

The show is up in Home Entertainment. Skimmed it, and what's there looks really good.

Hey, I remember Rando. The Amazing Rando vs. The Purist for the X-Title at the first Living Angleously, IIRC. Man, did that program suck. I had no idea what the hell I was doing since my heart wasn't into writing and it was the first time I was working with an active roster member. Rando won the X-Title and was gone soon thereafter. I nearly stopped writing completely until Eski came along with the idea to form a tag team and win the tag titles. That experience made me a better writer. So there's a happy ending to this story.

Having read Alf's post, my segment this week my change slightly, that being Brains & Brawns run-in at the end. If not, I may end up writing THR-Brains & Brawns School's Out match PR was originally set to do.

Fallout from the World tag team title match

Unhyped 4-Way: Fun opening match. DDD won! CW/Bo-D*LUX-Docs: Nice explaination as to why these 3 teams are fighting. As they say, good things come in small packages. That's why that little bit of info was cool. Really liked the match, particularly the start with D*LUX hitting a bunch of moves in stereo and the Lovematic Grampa/Opposites Attract spots. It also looks like we're inching closer to the year of the Metrosexual Monster! On a sidenote: The Docs were the longest reigning champions in OAOAST, right? I know they're Hi-YAH, but I believe only PR and Leon Rodez come close to lasting as long as the Docs did as champs. Run for the Gold II: When the match started out with pics of Terry Taylor and Krista I knew RFTG II was gonna rock. From the commentary to Maya's sweet and innocent intros to appearances from JIVIN' J.R., the uglist macost around in the King and David Hassleoff, just words and words of fun that's another early MOTY contender. The only surprise part of the match is that there was only one title switch! GPX/O'Hara-Zack/Mystery Partners: I don't know much about the SWF guys who debuted outside of TC being Zack's character, but I like how their introduction was handled. Got a Ricky Steamboat returns at the Clash as Dustin Rhodes' partner vibe. Is it the first time we've openly acknowledged the SWF on OAOAST programming? The match itself was highly entertaining. Ooh, was that mist by Bloodshed's own blood spot nasty. The finish left me wanting to know what the deal was right there. Great pre-match promo cut by the GPX and O'Hara. They oozed arrogance. If my wrestling history is correct, Survivor Series 1993 and 1996 and the first No Way Out in 1998 were referenced. I remember being disappointed about Savio replacing HBK in the 8-man main event. Hoff vs. Dan Black: One of the matches I was looking forward to, and it didn't fail to deliver. Fantastic stuff all around. Marked out big for the suplexes into the Heart of Ice spot. Dan was just a killer right there. It also broke the trend of the Line of the Night being comedy related, as Caboose's line of Hoff not needing to say a word because he's gonna tap being one of the best wrestling line I've ever heard. Triple Threat ME: Really enjoyed it. Just about every country had an announce table and they all got destroyed! Seeing how Alf got the win, I wouldn't be surprised if he and PK do battle one more time, or even PK and Brock since Brock's F-Stunner-5 put PK down long enough for Alf to get the submission. Match of the Night: Co-winners -- Run for the Gold II & Hoff vs. Dan Black Line of the Night: "He won't need to say a word, Coach. But he will tap." -- Caboose

Didn't see the ME, Alf. My mistake I'm used to the guys turning stuff in on the day of the show that I look at the top of GCF out of habit. Now that we have the most important part of the show, the ME, I moved LA to Home Entertainment for viewing. The remaining matches will be edited in whenever they are turned in. Early love to the match NYU wrote.

A little update as to what's going on. I just need 4 matches -- PR/AJ, CW/Bo-Docs-D*LUX, GPX/O'Hara-Zack/Co., and the ME.

A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production DIRECTED BY Tony149 WRITTEN BY Hoff PK Alfdogg Ed Wood Caulfield Phoenix Fury Legdrop Zack Malibu Bruce Blank KingCucharacha NYU Tony149 Patty O'Green GRAPHICS BY Papacita CREATIVE CONSULTANT Patty O'Green OAOAST CREATED BY CWM Anglesault Tony149 OAOAST PRESIDENT EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved.

TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! THE CHAMPION Alf stands straight on the top rope as the fans ready their cameras. Alf takes those last breaths before leaping for the FIVE.... STAR..... ALF...... SPLASH!!! *BAM* "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" CABOOSE HE HIT IT!! COLE HE GOT IT!!!! The impact knocks the wind out of Alf slightly and he grabs his ribs, gasping for the precious oxygen he needs to roll over and flop on top of Knight, making sure he hooks the leg as Hebner crawls over to make the count. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *DING DING* COLE YES!!! IT'S OVER!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! Hebner hands the belt off to Alfdogg and raises his hand to the crowd. Alf cradles the belt in his arms like a newborn before thrusting it into the air to a blinding sea of flashbulbs. BUFFER LLLLLadies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest.....and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOORLLLLLLLLLLLD....AAAAAALFDOGGGGGGGGGG!!!! THE EX-CHAMPION * Rapid-fire clips of PK dominating and hitting his Knightmare finisher * THE CURRENT BIG THING * Another round of rapid-fire clips, this time focusing on Brock and his F-Stunner-5 * 3 MEN. 1 BELT. 1 CHAMPION. We fade out with a shot of Alf staring at his reflection in the OAOAST World Title belt...with the faces of Peter Knight and Brock Ausstin looming in the background. BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM~! SCHIAVONE (Off-Screen) Living Angleously is live on the air! And they are hanging from the rafters here in Indianapolis. VENTURA (O.S.) That's just about the only thing that will ever hang in the rafters of Conseco Fieldhouse, because the Pacers sure aren't winning the NBA championship anytime soon. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Once the fireworks are done, we pan around Conseco Fieldhouse, fans pushing and shoving to get themselves and their mis-spelled signs on camera, before SWOOPING~! over to our hosts Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura in front of the huge Living Angleously logo shaped AngleTron. SCHIAVONE (CONT'D) Hi again, everyone. Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura once again your hosts for more exciting OAOAST action. We'll be joined momentarily by the men who will be calling the action. But first, Jesse, what a night we have in store for the fans. VENTURA And am I excited about tonight, Tony. 4 championship matches. A submission match. Two former partners settling their differences the old fashion way -- no holds barred. And the the championship of the world to be decided in a Triple Threat match. Alfdogg will defend his newly won World Title against the former champion Peter Knight and Brock Ausstin. But you know what I'm really excited about? The announcement of the new show you and I will host, Schiavone. SCHIAVONE We'll have more details on that later in the night. Now we send it over to the men who'll be calling the action down at Sofa Central, Triple C. Guys, take it away. COLE Thanks, Tony. It's always a pleasure to be working with you and Jesse. Joined by my broadcast partners, Johnathan Coachman and Caboose. Guys, not even a month removed from AngleMania V and two champions already find themselves trapped in a corner. I'm specifically referring to the Heavenly Rockers and the World Heavyweight Champion Alfdogg. CABOOSE That's what to be expected when you're a champion. You're the envy and target of every competitior. There may be more pressure on the Heavenly Rockers because they haven't held championship gold before, but I know for a fact they and Alfdogg aren't crying because everybody is gunning for them. What makes a great champion is knocking off every challenge that come your way. COACH Well I don't know about that, 'Boosey. My sources tell me the Heavenly Rockers and Alfie have been seen crying behind the scenes, wishing they had never won their respective titles. To them The Coach says, don't worry, fellas. You won't have to worry about the pressure of being champion much longer, because after tonight we'll have new World tag team and Heavyweight champions. CABOOSE I sure hope your "sources" are more exciting than the person who really was Deep Throat, Coach. COACH My sources are as good as anything you'd find in Washington, baby boy. COLE In that case, I feel sorry for you, Coach. Anyway, it's time to deliver what the fans came and paid to see -- great wrestling action. So let's toss it up to ring announcer Michael Buffer for our opening match!

CABOOSE You're exhausted. COLE Of course I am. That was one helluva match. COACH But you know what's next? COLE The World Heavyweight Title match! With some thoughts on that, we go back to Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura. * SWOOP~! * SCHIAVONE I'm with Michael, Jesse, that was a heck of a match. VENTURA I thought you were with Lois. SCHIAVONE (sighs) You know what I mean. VENTURA Hey, up until last year we hadn't worked with each other in over 10 years. How am I supposed to know if you're still a married man? SCHIAVONE To think this is what I'm gonna have to put up with in a couple of weeks. Speaking of which, during our last match I was informed about the HUGE main event signed for Syndicated. It will be an AngleMania rematch, as Hoff and Drek Stone take on Black T...INSIDE A STEEL CAGE! "YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Wow. What a match-up that's gonna be. I can't wait for that one. SCHIAVONE Well, fans, we've reached main event time. In a Triple Threat match, Alfdogg will defend his title against both Peter Knight and Brock Ausstin. Jesse, as a former wrestler, how dangerous is a Triple Threat match? VENTURA I wouldn't know, I never been in one. But if I had, I can immediately tell you a Triple Threat match is especially dangerous when the title is on the line because you don't have to get pinned to lose the belt. Alf has a lot of guts accepting the match, though. SCHIAVONE Who, if anybody, do you expect to benefit from the Triple Threat rules? VENTURA It's gotta be Brock. He's got the advantage on both guys because he knows Alf and Knight knows nothing about him. If I were Alf and Knight, I'd cut a deal to take out Brock. SCHIAVONE I'm sure you would. Sit back and enjoy, the main event is coming up next. COLE And it's now time, Coach! The championship of the World set to be defended in a triple threat match! It'll be two-time reigning champion Alfdogg, coming back home to defend against his two biggest rivals, the 300-pound Brock Ausstin, as well as the man he took the title from back at AngleMania, Peter Knight! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the MAIN EVENT of Living Angleously! *crowd cheers* COACH This is it, Cole! BUFFER It is a triple threat match, for the OAOAST Heavyweight championship of the WORLD! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Indianapolis, Indiana...ARE YOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the sellout crowd here at Conseco Fieldhouse, and the millions and millions watching around the world, there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and the arena fills with boos as Rick Heyross leads out Brock Ausstin. CABOOSE Here comes the first challenger! COLE Brock Ausstin, the Heartland champion, looking to add another belt to his collection here tonight! COACH And who did he beat for that Heartland title? The man who packs the gold right now, Alfdogg! BUFFER Introducing the first challenger! He hails from Victoria, Minnesota, and weighs in at 305 pounds! Led to the ring by his manager, RICK HEYROSS...he is the reigning OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE That's exactly right, and Brock Ausstin hoping lightning can strike twice, and if it does, he'll be the champion of the World! Brock does the Happy Happy Hoss Dance~! in the ring, as Metalingus hits and the boos only intensify as Peter Knight comes through the curtains. BUFFER Challenger #2 hails from Fall River, Massachusetts, and weighs in at 265 pounds! And he is himself, a former Heavyweight champion of the WORLD! Ladies and gentlemen, PEEEEEEEETEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR KNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! COACH And PK's gonna show you guys, he's just takin' a little sabbatical, that's all! The belt's on loan right now, but PK has come to collect. PK and Brock stare each other down in the ring as the referee tries to separate them, as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat: Howling at the Moon hits. The Indy crowd EXPLODES as Alf walks through the curtain and raises the belt in the air. COLE And the homefield advantage making its prescence felt right away! BUFFER From Anderson, Indiana! *crowd cheers* BUFFER He weighs in at 240 pounds, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING TWO-TIME Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf slides into the ring, hearing it from his home state people as he poses in the corners with the belt. He then steps down and hands his belt to the referee, who calls for the bell as all three men talk trash in the center of the ring. *DING DING DING* Alf takes the first shot at Brock Ausstin, followed by PK taking a shot at Alf. PK and Alf slug it out as Brock backs into a corner. PK goes to the eyes, then whips Alf into the ropes. Alf ducks a clothesline and hits one of his own! Brock then comes out of the corner and hammers Alf. CABOOSE Brock playing it smart, staying out of the way and picking his spots! Brock slams Alf to the mat, then goes to the ropes, but Alf rolls out of the way as Brock attempts a headbutt! PK then charges Alf, who catches him with a drop toehold! Alf tries to switch to a side headlock, but PK gets up too quickly, and meets Alf with a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf retaliates with a chop! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! PK fires back again! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Another retaliation by Alf! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! COACH Listen to those chops! COLE Conseco Fieldhouse filling up with smacks and WHOO's! PK delivers a knee to the gut, but Alf reverses an Irish whip and PK goes into Brock, sending Brock through the ropes to the floor! COACH And now we've got a little rematch from AngleMania! It's gonna be a little different tonight, though! Alf drills PK with right hands, then goes for a back suplex, but PK flips behind him and takes him down with a side headlock. Alf goes to a headscissors, but PK scoots around and flips over onto Alf. 1... 2... Alf bridges up, then turns it around into a backslide! 1... 2... PK rolls over, then catches Alf in a small package! 1... 2... Kickout! PK goes for a big right hand, but Alf ducks and grabs a rear waistlock. PK drives an elbow into the head of Alf, then a second, but Alf ducks a third, then reaches up and applies a fisherman's suplex! 1... 2... Kickout! CABOOSE We're seeing some great wrestling right now! PK comes back and knocks Alf to the mat with a clothesline! Brock Ausstin, back in the ring, then nails PK with a clothesline! Brock stomps Alf, then stomps PK. Brock tosses PK through the ropes to the floor, then picks up Alf. Brock goes for a slam, but Alf goes behind the back and hits a dropkick, knocking Brock into the ropes! Brock reverses an Irish whip, and Alf crashes into PK, knocking him back to the floor! COLE PK back to the outside, as Brock and Alf continue to do battle in the ring! Alf gets the better of a slugfest, then whips Brock into a corner and follows him in with a clothesline! COLE And now Alf's starting to get cooking! Alf pulls Brock out to the ropes, and whips him in, but Brock runs right through him with a clothesline! COACH He was just simmered down right there! COLE And Brock's first attempt at a pin! 1... 2... Kickout! Brock walks over to the apron and drives a knee into PK, knocking him back to the floor. Brock drives PK's back into the apron, then brings him back out. PK blocks a right, and delivers one of his own, then the two trade blows...until Alf nails them both on the floor with a HANDS-FREE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA~!!! as the crowd goes INSANE~! COLE Alf FLYING through the air! And all three men out of it on the floor! Listen to this crowd! Alf gets to his feet and picks up Brock, tossing him back into the ring. Alf delivers a back suplex, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up Brock, but Brock reverses an Irish whip, then follows Alf into the corner with a splash! Alf staggers out, and Brock sets him up for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE Uh-oh, here it comes! New champion coming up if PK doesn't get in there for the save! But PK does come back, sending a headbutt to the midsection of Brock! Brock stumbles backwards and falls to the mat, as PK picks up Alf and hammers him in the corner. PK whips Alf across, but Alf dodges, and PK goes shoulder-first into the post! COACH Oh no! COLE And Peter Knight's shoulder DRILLED into the ringpost! Alf delivers right hands to Brock, then delivers a snap suplex! Brock goes to a corner, and Alf follows him with a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! And a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! Alf whips Brock into the opposite corner, then goes to the ropes as Brock comes out, and hits him with a BULLDOG~! Alf then goes to the top rope! COLE Could this be it? CABOOSE Nope, Brock's getting to his feet! Brock catches up to Alf, and trips him up on the corner! Brock then lifts Alf off the corner and turns him around, hammering him on the back, before pulling him down into the tree of woe position. Brock then goes over to PK, and whips him into Alf in the corner! PK goes shoulder-first into Alf's midsection, then falls backwards onto the mat, where Brock covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Wow, golden opportunity there for Brock as Alf was tied up, but PK able to kick out! Brock taunts the crowd, who returns boos in his direction. He then picks up PK and tries the move again, but this time PK reverses the whip, and Brock crashes into Alf! PK catches Brock with a belly-to-back suplex... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH OH! So close! PK waits on Brock, then puts a foot to the gut, and hits a BUTTERFLY BOMB~! 1... 2... Kickout! PK then taunts the crowd, getting the same reaction, but Alf comes from behind and tosses him over the top to the floor! COLE And once again, PK to the outside! COACH And you notice how these guys are afraid of Peter Knight! CABOOSE Oh, they are not! COACH Well, they keep putting him to the outside whenever they get a chance...LOOK OUT! Alf catches Brock with an overhead belly-to-belly! Alf waits on Brock, and follows with a gutwrench suplex! He then waits on him one more time, as his home crowd intensifies, and hits a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Alf then points to the top rope, and the crowd ERUPTS! COLE Alf says he's gonna finish it! Alf scales the ropes...but right when he gets positioned, PK jumps onto the apron and shoves him off! The crowd boos mightily. PK then waits on Brock to get up, and sets up the KNIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111 COACH And now PK going for the big finish! However, Brock slips behind the back, spins PK around, and delivers a belly-to-belly over head! All three men are out of it on the mat, as the crowd roars its appreciation! COLE And the crowd here in Indianapolis is loving this main event! Brock gets to his feet, picks up Alf, and delivers a SITOUT POWERBOMB~! 1... 2... NO! Alf gets a shoulder up! Brock gives the referee shit. COACH And Brock protesting the obvious homeside bias for Alf! Brock hammers Alf on the mat, then attempts the move again. However, Alf slips out in front this time, then grabs Brock's legs and attempts to hook the SHARPSHOOTER~! COLE Alf going for the Sharpshooter! Alf gets it turned, but just as he does, PK jumps in and nails him from behind! The crowd boos. PK clotheslines Brock to the floor, then picks Alf up, and grabs a rear waistlock. Alf quickly switches, then ducks an elbow from PK and hits an overhead belly-to-belly! COLE And now Alf with the suplexes on PK! Alf follows with a gutwrench suplex, then waits on him, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Alf then goes to the top, as the crowd intensifies...and hits PK with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE HE GOT IT! COACH MAKE THE SAVE, BROCK! 1... 2... And Brock JUST DOES make the save! COACH Oh God! COLE SO CLOSE, Alf almost retained right there! Alf gets to his feet and picks up PK. He whips him into the ropes, PK ducks a clothesline, then they collide in mid-ring, with Alf falling through the ropes and to the floor! CABOOSE Alf to the outside, and it's Brock and PK! Brock picks up PK and whips him into a corner, but PK gets his feet up on a charge! PK then comes out with a clothesline! COACH And look how quickly PK has recovered! Does he want it or what? PK follows with another clothesline, and then a third! PK then picks Brock up...and starts the KNIGHT ROLL~!!! Two rolling verticals! PK holds...and drops him with a FALCON ARROW~! COACH HERE IT IS! 1... 2... Alf breaks the count by putting Brock's foot on the bottom rope! COACH What? TWO??? COLE Brock's foot is on the rope! CABOOSE Smart move by Alf right there! Brock rolls out of the ring to get a breather, as Alf rolls back in and is hammered by PK. PK delivers a CHOP~! in the corner! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! And a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! PK then tosses Alf down to the mat, and hops to the second rope. He poses while up there, drawing boos, then jumps off...but Alf catches him by the legs, and goes for the SHARPSHOOTER~! again! PK is able to avoid it, however, so Alf instead hooks his legs under his arms, and slingshots him right into the ringpost! COACH Oh NO! COLE Headfirst into the post! CABOOSE And I think Knight's cut, you guys! COLE We'll have to get a better shot...yes, Peter Knight busted wide open! COACH Oh no, COME ON, PETER! Alf hammers away at the wound as PK staggers around the ring. Suddenly, Knight takes a wild swing, but Alf hooks the arm, then quickly goes around and delivers a DRAGON SUPLEX~!!! COLE WOW! We haven't seen that from Alf in quite some time! 1... 2... Brock breaks it up! CABOOSE The old dog using all his old tricks in this one! Brock pulls Alf to the outside, but Alf reverses a whip and sends Brock into the steel steps! Alf follows Brock around the ring and tries to send him into another set of steps, but this time Brock reverses and Alf goes crashing back-first! Brock then walks over to the table and starts picking it apart! COLE Hey, wait a minute! Brock gets the table picked apart, and Alf attacks him from behind, knocking him onto it! Alf crawls up, as well, and the two hammer it out on top of the table! Meanwhile, the bloodied PK is picking apart the Spanish table to the left, then walks over and delivers a low blow to Alf! PK then joins the two on the table, and he and Brock pick up Alf in a double fireman's carry...and slam him THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE~! COLE OH MY GOD! COACH THAT'S what I want to see! Way to go, guys! PK rolls off the table, and Brock follows. COLE And now it's PK and Brock brawling on the outside, as the champ looks to have been taken out of the equation! PK takes Brock around the ring, and throws him face-first into the post! COLE And now it's Brock Ausstin who's been lacerated! PK rolls Brock back into the ring, picks him up...and hits the KNIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111 COACH OH YEAH! THE BELT'S COMIN' HOME! 1... 2... ...PK stops the count??? COLE ...WHAT??? CABOOSE What's he doing? COLE PK going to the outside... COACH Oh, I get it! He wants to pin the champion! What does he *really* prove by pinning Brock? He gets the title, but he wants it all! He wants the satisfaction of beating the champ! PK goes to pick Alf up, but when he does, Alf hits him with a low blow! Alf then walks over to the French announce table, and picks *it* apart! However, Brock has recovered, and knocks Alf to the floor with a clothesline! He then throws Alf up on the table, and sets up a powerbomb! However, Alf hammers Brock to escape, then, standing on the French table, delivers an overhead belly-to-belly OVER TO SOFA CENTRAL~!! COLE OH NO! COACH Well, there goes our table! CABOOSE You don't see this much...the French are the last ones standing! *rimshot* Alf picks up Brock, and tosses him into the ring, then hooks the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! However, he releases to deliver a SUPERKICK~! to Rick Heyross, who has jumped up on the apron! PK drills Alf with a clothesline, as Brock once again rolls to the outside. PK sets Alf up for the KNIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111, but Alf slips behind and hits a SUPERKICK~!, sending Knight to the floor, where Brock Ausstin scoops him up... CABOOSE Uh-oh, say goodbye to the French! ...and delivers an F-STUNNER-5 THROUGH THE FRENCH TABLE~!!! COLE All three tables gone, one for each man! As Alf goes to the apron, Brock grabs a chair and BLASTS him over the head with it! COLE And Alf's SKULL leaving an imprint in that chair! COACH And Alf's bleeding too, now! That makes all three in that department, as well! Brock rolls into the ring and watches as Alf crawls towards him, getting a smirk on his face. Brock holds his arms out to the crowd, drawing MASSIVE boos. He smacks Alf a couple times, then holds them out again...but Alf gathers one last burst of energy, grabs Brock's legs, and applies the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! to an ENORMOUS pop! COLE Sharpshooter once again, and no one in sight to save Brock Ausstin! Will the third time be the charm? CABOOSE Look at Alf cinch back, look at the look on his face! Brock crawls to the ropes, but Alf pulls him back out to the center! COLE And now they're right back in the middle of the ring! PK slowly starts to crawl back to the ring! COACH Hurry up, Peter! I don't think Brock can hold out much longer! PK reaches the apron, as Brock reaches for the same side, but Alf pulls him back once again! PK just now realizes what is going on, and struggles to pull himself back in, reaching out for Brock! Alf makes one last pull... ...and BROCK TAPS!!! The home crowd of Alf goes BALLISTIC~! *DING DING DING* COACH NO!!! COLE WE HAVE A WINNER! The camera pans directly to PK's bloody face, which has a shocked look on it. He then buries it in his hands on the mat, as Alf releases the hold and the referee raises his hand. BUFFER The winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! CABOOSE Gee, Living Angleously just isn't Brock's pay-per-view, is it? Alf receives his belt from the referee and raises it for the fans as Knight rolls out to the floor, slamming his hands on the apron in frustration as he looks over at Alf and then Brock. COLE Axel thought that stacking the odds against the champion would bring the belt back to the Upstarts, but he underestimated the heart of the man that holds that belt. CABOOSE Back to the drawing board for our General Manager, it looks like. COLE We hope you have enjoyed Living Angleously. For Caboose and Coach, I'm Michael Cole saying goodnight from Indy! Fade to black

OAOAST PRESENTS... SCHOOL'S OUT MAY 28th LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! The arena goes dark. A now-familiar guitar riff eerily echoes throughout the arena. The fans boo as the bass kicks in, and the drums, and then... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Submission Match! Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 275 pounds, he is the man known as the Future, the two-time OAOAST World Champion...the man we will never forget. HE...IS...HOFF!!!!!!! The fans jeer as Hoff makes his way down the aisle. Dressed in black tights with blue trim, Hoff looks at the fans with a sneer as he walks by. COLE Folks, the time for talking is over, thankfully. Now it's time for these two fantastic athletes to show us what they can do. CABOOSE And as far as I'm concerned, this couldn't have happened soon enough. Whatever you may think of Hoff, no one can deny how much he has run his mouth lately. COACH Well, he's got a lot to say, Caboose! CABOOSE I'm sure he does. Hoff climbs the ring steps and enters, climbing the ropes and posing. He takes off his "NEVER FORGET" T-shirt and throws it to the crowd, then flexes for the cameras. CABOOSE Yes, you're in good shape, good for you. COACH Aw, he's in GREAT shape! Get it right! Hoff climbs down from the corner as his theme song fades out. It's replaced by the heavy grunge strains of the Smashing Pumpkins, while black and white pyros shoot out from the top of the stage. Black smoke billows from the entrance, and the fans start to cheer! BUFFER And his opponent, from London, England. He weighs in tonight at 243 pounds. One-half of Black T, he is also known as the Ice Heart. Ladies and gentlemen, DAAAAAAAAAAN BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-AAAAAAAAAAACK!!!! The crowd goes wild as Black steps onto the ramp! IUn black and white tights, Black throws his trademark trenchcoat off on his way down the ring, walking with a prupose! He slides under the bottom rope and goes nose to nose with Hoff before the referee pulls them apart! COLE And Dan Black very much wants a piece of Hoff! CABOOSE And why shouldn't he? For weeks, Hoff has been running his mouth, and cheap-shotting Black! Now it's time for Black to get his revenge! The referee explains the rules to both competritors, although it's a formality as both men are deadly aware of the match's stipulations. COLE It's about pride. Folks, remember, this is a submission match. The only way to win is to get your opponent to tap out, pass out, or say the words "I quit." COACH And I guarantee you that Hoff will NOT be saying those words tonight. CABOOSE He won't need to say a word, Coach. But he will tap out. COLE We are set to go! The referee waves the men together, then calls for the bell. *ding ding ding* The crowd is still buzzing as the Future and the Ice Heart circle each other, looking their foe up and down. Hoff quickly changes direction, and Black strides the other way, keeping in line with the big man. Finally, both men stop, looking each other square in the eye. Hoff nods...and the two men come together, locking up in the middle of the ring to a HUGE pop! CABOOSE It's a game of intimidation, guys, but some times neither man will be intimidated. Collar-and-elbow tie up, and Black slips behind Hoff with a hammerlock! Hoff ducks through and reverses the hold into a hammerlock of his own, but Black immediately reverses the move again! Hoff grits his teeth as Black pulls up on Hoff's arm. Black ducks a back elbow attempt by Hoff, but the big man quickly counters out of the move with a drop toe hold! Black hits the mat, and Hoff GRABS THE ANKLE! COLE Oh, here we go! Hoff tries to get a hold of Black's ankle, but the Englishman wriggles onto his back and kicks free! Hoff stumbles back as Black rolls backwards, onto his knees, looking up at a grinning Hoff. The fans' feelings can be heard throughout the arena. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COACH And Hoff wins the first battle. COLE Battle? What are you talking about? COACH Well now Dan Black KNOWS Hoff can catch him at any time! He's gotta be thrown off his game! COLE I think it'll take a little more than that to throw Dan Black off. Black gets to his feet, and Hoff waves him on. Black charges in, ducking under a grab attempt and going low. Dan grabs Hoff around the waist, spinning into a rear waistlock. Hoff grabs at the tightly-laced fingers of his rival, trying to tear them apart. Getting nowhere, he throws a back elbow, but it's ducked! Hoff tries the other arm, but Black dodges again and lifts Hoff up, dropping him HARD on his chest! COLE Nice takedown by Dan Black! The fans cheer as Dan floats over Hoff, applying a side headlock. Black wrenches in the hold, causing Hoff to kick his legs in pain. COLE Looked like Black might have tried for the Heart of Ice right there, but instead he chose to wear Hoff down! CABOOSE Dan Black isn't going to play Hoff's game. He's not going to try to end it in thr first three minutes. He's a wrestler, Cole. He's going to stick to his plan, working Hoff down the same way he does to all his opponents. Hoff inches up to his knees, with Black still holding onto his neck. Hoff gets to one foot, then climbs back up to a near-vertical base. A pair of elbows to the midsection rock Dan Black, but he keeps the headlock applied. Hoff hits the ropes and tries to throw Black off, but Black holds on! The fans cheer as the Englishman uses the momentum to take Hoff back down to the mat. COLE Dan Black is tenacious in there! CABOOSE He has a type of quiet intensity that is really quite intimidating. The referee checks if Hoff wants to submit, but gets no response as Hoff focuses on breaking free. COACH Hey, you wanna talk intensity, you gotta be talking about the big man! CABOOSE Roid rage doesn't count, wanker. Dan Black gets to his knees, still holding onto Hoff's neck. As Hoff lies on his stomach, Black lifts up his right leg and DRIVES the knee into Hoff's head! The crowd "ooooohs" as Black lets go of Hoff, the big man clutching at his head and neck. COLE What a sick move by Black! CABOOSE That's the type of thing you have to do in this style of match, Michael. Focus on one body part and go after it. Black yanks Hoff up by the hair and CHOPS him, sending the big man into the corner. Another hard knife-edge chop sends the crowd into a frenzy. One more, and Hoff is reeling. Dan grabs Hoff by the arm and whips him cross-corner, and Hoff hits the buckles chest-first, and HARD. The big man bounces out, and Black grabs him from behind, spins him around, and NAILS him with a knife-edge chop that sends the big man to the canvas. COLE Dan Black building some momentum here! Black stomps Hoff in the face, then kicks him over and onto his chest. Black looks down, and drops his leg across the back of Hoff's neck! As the crowd applauds, Black shifts his position and goes right back to the side headlock. COACH Hoff is doing a great job here, letting Dan Black build a false sense of security. COLE False sense of security?! He's dominating this matchup! COACH Well, we'll see about that! Black, however, stays in control with his side headlock. Hoff, though, fightsup to his feet, and ducks behind Black, picking him up and dropping him with a back suplex! The hold is broken as Black's body is jarred. The Brit rolls to the ropes while Hoff lies on the mat, breathing hard. COACH Ah, see? There we go. Just like that, Hoff turns the tables. COLE We'll see if he can capitalize... Hoff rolls onto his stomach, shaking his head while he climbs to his feet. Meanwhile, Black climbs to his feet with the aid of the ropes. The two men lock eyes, and Hoff storms toward Black -- but Black drives his knee into the gut! Hoff doubles over, turning away from his foe as the fans cheer! Black seizes the opportunity, grabbing Hoff from behind, grapevining, and snapping him down with a side Russian leg sweep! CABOOSE And right there again, we see Dan's tenacity. He's not going to be fazed by one suplex. COACH But the suplexes will start adding up, Caboose, and when they do-- CABOOSE Don't start about that. Dan Black is every bit as talented a grappler as Hoff. COLE Both men use a lot of suplexes in their arsenal, and those moves could be difference makers. Black rolls up to his feet, then grabs Hoff by the hair and pulls him to a seated position. Dan kneels behind the big man and grabs his neck and arm, applying a Dragon Sleeper! The fans cheer as Hoff flails, trying to escape. COLE Dragon Sleeper here, a big-time move by Dan Black! CABOOSE Yes, and what's nice about this move is that it wears down the head and the arm, as does the Heart of Ice crossface. The referee checks for a submission, but Hoff waves him off. The big man rolls onto his knees, getting up and backing into the strands. Hoff slips his arm free of Black's grasp and shoots the Ice Heart off the ropes! Black comes off, and Hoff catches him with a shoulder block, sending Dan to the mat! Hoff runs the ropes, leaping over Black as Black rolls onto his stomach. Black hops to his feet as Hoff hits the far side, and sends Hoff flying across the ring with a Japanese arm drag! Hoff skids to a stop near the corner as Black rolls to his feet, drawing an ovation from the capacity crowd! LET'S GO BLACK! LET'S GO BLACK! LET'S GO BLACK! COACH They say once you go Black, you NEVER go back. Holla! Hoff climbs to his knees, slapping the mat in frustration. COLE You've got to wonder how much of this is ring rust. Hoff has been outwrestled for essentially the entire match thus far. Hoff gets up, and it's Dan Black's turn to smile. The tag team legend grins tightly, causing Hoff's nostrils to flare. The big man stomps toward Black, and Black meets him, going to a collar-and-elbow tie up once more. Black again finds the upper hand, grabbing Hoff's arm and wrenching it with an arm wringer. Black doubles the big man over as he holds onto Hoff's wrist. Black releases his right hand, and lifts the arm into the air, driving an elbow down into the left shoulder joint of Hoff. COLE At every turn, Dan Black has stayed focused on the neck and shoulder of Hoff. CABOOSE Yes sir, if you're scoring this one on points, Black is way ahead. COACH You guys are jerks, you know that? Hoff falls to one knee, then picks himself up. With effort, the big man reverses the hold, twisting Black's arm sharply. Black doubles over, and Hoff transitions the move into a hammerock, then quickly grabs Black from the side and scoops him up, driving him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker! COLE Nice reversal into the backbreaker by Hoff... COACH That's right. Credit where it's due. Hoff looks down at Black, who holds his back in pain. Hoff grins, sending a jeer through thr crowd. COLE Look at Hoff! He's so proud of his own handiwork! COACH Wouldn't you be? I mean, with all he's done in this business, he should always be proud. Hoff picks Dan up by his hair and hooks him around the neck, hoisting him up and dropping him with a vertical suplex. Black hits the canvas, arching his back as Hoff sits up. The big man rolls to his hands and knees, grabbing Black's hair and pulling Black up with himself. Hoff grabs Dan's head again, and this time, spikes him face-first with a DDT. COLE DDT there, planting Black face-first on the canvas! CABOOSE You know, thus far, Hoff hasn't shown much interest in Dan Black's ankle. COACH Well you just don't get it, do you, Caboose? Hoff doesn't need to focus all his attention on Dan Black's ankle. Hoff is so strong that he can snatch it up and break it at a moment's notice. Hoff rolls up to a vertical base, smiling out at the crowd. Indy greets him with a chorus of boos, but the big man waves it off. Hoff heads to the outside, sliding under the bottom rope and heading towards the timekeeper's table. COLE The referee not counting Hoff out because, in this match, there are no count-outs. COACH And there are no disqualifications, which I think Hoff is about to take advantage of! As Black starts to stir, Hoff throws the timekeeper out of his seat and grabs the chair he was sitting on. As the fans voice their dismay, Hoff folds the chair up and takes it in his arms, heading back to the ring. COLE To quote Jim Ross, that steel chair is "as legal as a headlock" in this one! Hoff puts a hand on the ring apron, then turns back, jawing with some especially vocal fans in the front row. The fans flip the big man off, and Hoff pouts his lip in a mocking gesture. Meanwhile, Black finds his feet. He spies Hoff being distracted...and runs the ropes. COACH Wait a minute, what's he gonna do? COLE Hoff better look out...! Black hits the far side just as Hoff waves the fans off. The big man turns just in time to see Dan Black FLYING between the first and second ropes....INTO THE STEEL CHAIR and into Hoff's FACE!! The steel bounces off of Hoff's goateed mug as Black crashes into him! Both men hit the ground as the chair goes flying. Hoff clutching his face, and Black holding his shoulder with an agonizing expression. HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! JOEY STYLES OH MY GOD! COLE What a move by Dan Black!! CABOOSE That's sacrifice right there. COLE Dan Black just took Hoff out before the big man could do any damage with that steel chair! Black, slowly, gets back to his feet as Hoff writhes in pain. COACH Well I was gonna say that it's a stupid move, that Black was hurting himself, but much to my disappointment, Black seems okay! COLE And the momentum has most definitely shifted in this match. Black grabs Hoff by the hair, pulling him back to his feet and rolling him into the ring. Blood trickles down the nose of the big man. The crowd is still cheering as Black rolls in, getting to his feet and stalking over to Hoff. Black sizes his man up, and drops a forearm on the bridge of the nose!! Hoff cries out in pain as Black gets back to a vertical base. Looking down, the Ice Heart screams for Hoff to "GET UP!!!" YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! COLE Dan Black is finally letting out the aggression built up over all these weeks! Hoff rolls onto his stomach, getting to one knee, and Black grabs him by the hair. Looking angry, Black leads Hoff all the way across the ring, to the far corner, and RAMS his face into the buckle! Hoff yells out in pain again as he stumbles back. Black grabs him again by the hair, yanks his hands from his face, and FLOORS him with a European uppercut!! Black stomps away at the face of Hoff as the crowd goes WILD!! COLE And these fans are loving every minute of this!! COACH These people are as big of morons as you, Mikey! Black puts boot after boot to Hoff's face, laying into the big man hard! After some twenty-odd stomps, Black drops to the mat and begins CHOKING Hoff!! COACH Oh, COME ON! What is this? CABOOSE It's REVENGE, you tosser! COLE Dan Black is letting it all out! Every cheap shot, every sneak attack, Hoff is paying for it now! The fans are cheering rabidly as Black chokes Hoff. Black finally stands up and lets out a primal roar, sending the crowd into a FRENZY!! COLE This is surreal! This is a side of Dan Black we haven't seen! CABOOSE Not in a long, long time, Michael. And I like it. Black, with a crazed look in his eye, yanks Hoff to his feet from behind. The Ice Heart grabs Hoff in a full nelson and flips him overhead with a DRAGON SUPLEX!! COLE Oh my! Black lets Hoff go, then pulls him up again from behind. Rear waistlock by Black, and he hits a GERMAN SUPLEX!! Hoff doubles over, falling sideways to the mat. Black gets to his feet, pounding the mat. As the fans cheer, Black grabs Hoff, yanking him up. Black hooks Hoff in a double chicken wing, and with a yell, throws him over with a TIGER SUPLEX!! COLE CHIMERA SUPLEX SEQUENCE. COACH This isn't good, this isn't good at all! Come on, Hoff! The fans give a standing O to the trademark sequence of suplexes as Black rolls to his feet. Hoff, meanwhile, lies motionless on the mat, near the ropes. Black looks at Hoff, shaking his head and mouthing the words "that's it." COLE Dan Black may be looking to end it here! Black grabs Hoff's arm, pulling him away from the ropes. He fals, hooking the arm in his legs and locking in the HEART OF ICE!!!! YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! COLE HEART OF ICE! BLACK HAS IT LOCKED IN! COACH Oh, but look at Hoff! Hoff shoots to life, eyes wide as he flails, trying desparately to break the hold. The referee checks for a submission, then eyes Hoff's free right arm as it hovers above the mat. Black screams as he wrenches back on Hoff's neck, but Hoff is able to plant his free hand and push back, rolling through the move! He rolls over Black...but Black rolls with him, taking him over and BACK INTO THE HEART OF ICE!! The fans EXPLODE!! COLE BLACK HANGS ON!! Hoff pushes again, rolling through, and this time the big man rolls into the ropes, and THROUGH the ropes! Both men spill onto the arena floor, Hoff landing on top of Black. With an audible grunt, Black breaks the hold. COACH Now that was smart strategy, guys, even you have to give him that. CABOOSE Absolutely it was. Hoff knows that you can't get a submission outside of the ring. This isn't falls count anywhere. COACH Right! CABOOSE But it's really just delaying the inevitable. COACH Aw, what do you know? Hoff clutches at his neck, while Black favors his ribs. COLE A very smart move by Hoff any way you look at it, and for Dan Black, having a 275-pound man land on you cannot feel good! Both men take a moment to breathe before gingerly getting to their feet. Black beats Hoff by a hair, chopping him and sending him reeling. Black doubles over, holding his ribs, then heads in pursuit of Hoff, grabbing the back of his head and ramming it into the ringpost. Hoff falls back onto the arena floor as the fans cheer. CABOOSE Well, the good news is, Hoff's nose seems to have stopped bleeding. COACH Oh, very funny. Black picks Hoff up and rolls him into the ring, following him in and getting to his feet. Black pulls Hoff up again, but Hoff throws Black's arms off of him and grabs his midsection, charging and driving him into the corner! The fans jeer as Hoff drives his shoulder into Black's ribs, over and over and over again! COACH And now Hoff showing HIS tenacity! Hoff stands up, picking Black's head up by the chin. HOFF YOU WANNA @#$% WITH ME?! *SLAP* COACH WHOA! COLE Good thing we have that seven-second delay! Hoff grabs Black and whips him out of the corner, then puts on the brakes, throwing him back into the turnbuckles! Dan lands with a *THUD* and sinks into the corner, allowing Hoff to back up a step and charge at him, CRUSHING him with a clothesline!! Dan's head snaps back from the force of the blow, and then his body sinks down, leaning like dead weight in the corner. COACH Ah ha ha, now THIS is how we do it! This is how Hoff rolls. Hoff grabs Black by the arm, whipping Black into the far corner. Black hits hard, and Hoff comes barreling across the ring! Hoff leaps into the air, and crushes Black with a STINGER SPLASH! The fans jeer as a dazed Black stumbles forward, and Hoff grabs the back of his head and throws him face-first onto the mat. COLE One of the moves the fans used to love the most, now turning this crowd against Hoff. COACH Ah, but who cares! Hoff is back to life, boys! This is the guy we all knew we'd see tonight! The fans are irate, booing Hoff as he drags Black back to his feet. Hoff grabs Black around the waist, pops his hips and takes him overhead with a BEAUTIFUL belly-to-belly suplex! Hoff sits up after the move, looking satisfied. COLE Another trademark maneuver by Hoff... COACH And he's just getting started! Hoff rolls up to his feet, and stomps Black once across the face before pulling him up. As the fans jeer, Hoff grabs Black in a front face lock. Hoff hoists Black high overhead...but Black shifts his weight and lands behind Hoff! Black grabs Hoff from behind, but Hoff pulls a standing switch! Hoff tries to lift Black, but Black blocks it, hooking his ankle around Hoff's leg! Black now with a standing switch of his own, goes behind Hoff, lifts him...but Hoff rolls forward, landing behind Dan Black and grabbing his ankle and SLAPS ON THE ANKLELOCK!! The crowd goes into a frenzy as Hoff pulls Black into the cneter of the ring! COLE ANKLELOCK APPLIED!! COACH And TELL ME THERE'S NO HOFF FANS HERE!! COLE There may well be, but right now Dan Black could care less! The fans are buzzing, showing signs of dissent for the first time this evening as Hoff twists on Black's right ankle! Black turns and twists, trying to break loose, but Hoff keeps the hold applied! Finally, Black somersaults forward, through the move! Hoff goes flying into the ropes, and Black climbs to his feet, holding his ankle! Hoff gets up using the ropes, but Black is on him! CABOOSE Atta boy, Danny! COLE The toughness of Dan Black is amazing. Look at the way he stays on Hoff! Black grabs a rear waistlock, but Hoff throws a back elbow and Black lets go. Hoff turns and kicks his rival in the gut, doubling him over. The big man locks Black in a standing headscissors, hoisting him up for a POWERBOMB...but Black flips through the move, kicks out of Hoff's grasp, and lands on his feet! Black with a kick to the midsection, doubles Hoff over, grabs his neck and HITS THE BLACKOUT!! YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! COLE BLACKOUT!! BLACKOUT ON HOFF!! COACH Yeah, but you can't make him tap out that way! The fans are going crazy as both men lie on the mat in obvious pain. Dan Black grabs at his ankle, while Hoff holds his neck in his hands. CABOOSE Well, you may not be able to get a man to submit to the Blackout, but it'll sure mess his neck up! COLE Both these men have taken an extreme amount of punishment this match. At this point, it may be a race to see who can get to his feet first! Black seems to be the first to get his strength back, rolling to his hands and knees. However, he stumbles as he tries to get up. Meanwhile, the fans boo as Hoff, ever so slowly, rolls to his hands and knees, shakes his head clear, and climbs back to his feet. COACH I knew it! I knew Hoff would prove tougher than Dan Black! CABOOSE That remains to be seen. Black climbs to one knee, then looks up as Hoff towers over him. With a nasty look and a snarl, Hoff grabs Black's hair and starts pummelling him! The fans cry out desparately as Hoff rains down shot after shot to Black's head. Finally Hoff lets go, looking at Black as he rocks back and forth on his knees, punch drunk. Hoff takes a step back, and with a scowl kicks Dan Black in the face. The air is sucked out of the crowd as Black collapses. Hoff looks down, breathing heavy...and smiles. COLE This is sick, this is absolutely sick. COACH It may not be who taps out, but who PASSES out! Ha! COLE Hoff has snapped, he has absolutely snapped. Look at the gleam in his eye! CABOOSE He's a son of a bitch, Cole, I've said it all along. Hoff looks out over the crowd, running his gaze slowly across the sea of humanity. The fans boo in full force, loathing Hoff for his actions. The former champion laughs to himself as he picks Black up, dragging him up off the canvas. Hoff pulls his fist back, and fires a straight shot to the face of Black! Black goes FLYING back, landing in the ropes and awkwardly falling to the canvas. COLE This is despicable. This isn't even a wrestling match anymore, it's a damn beating! COACH Well, Hoff said he was going to make sure Black would never forget! COLE At this rate, he'll be lucky if he remembers what happened tonight! Hoff pulls Black up, smiling all the while. He grabs Black again, and cocks his fist...but Black's eyes flare open and he plants a field-goal kick RIGHT BETWEEN THE GOALPOSTS!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The crowd is shocked as Hoff falls to his knees, eyes rolled back in his head. Black looks down with fury and starts throwing punches like a hurricane! Blow after blow after blow after blow after blow after blow after blow!! Dan steps back -- *SMACK* -- and snaps a HUGE soccer kick across Hoff's chest! COLE My god, you could hear that throughout the arena! Hoff's mouth drops open and his eyes go wide as he slowly falls backwards and onto the mat. As he lands, Black pumps his fist, firing up this crowd!! COLE Dan Black has SPRUNG to life!! Black SCREAMS for Hoff to get up as the big man rolls back to his feet! Hoff gets to a vertical base, and Dan kicks him in the gut, hooking him for the PITCH BLACK! COLE Pitch Black-- no WAIT!! Black hooks the arms, but Hoff spins away, yanking his right arm free! He grabs Black's wrist, yanks the Englishman toward him, and FLOORS him with a short-arm clothesline!! The crowd boos as Hoff sinks to one knee! COACH Aww, yeah, now there we go! I knew that little flurry wouldn't last! COLE Well I hate to say it, but that may have been Dan Black's last gasp of life! He may be out! CABOOSE I wouldn't count him out yet! Hoff gets back to his feet, and looks down at Black...then over at the turnbuckle. COLE Oh, no. COACH Oh, yeah, baby! Here we go! Hoff walks to the corner, stepping onto the apron and climbing to the top. COLE We haven't seen this in months! COACH It's been far too long! The fans are again buzzing as Hoff stands up fully on the top rope. With a confident smirk, Hoff leaps...and HITS THE BIG ELBOW!!! COACH Never in my life have I seen a near-300 pound man fly through the air with that kind of grace. COLE A picture-perfect elbow drop delivered to the chest of Dan Black. Hoff gets to his feet, pacing around Dan Black's fallen form. With an evil grin, Hoff grabs the right ankle of Dan Black...then sets it back down. COLE Wait, wait a minute! What is he... CABOOSE What is Hoff doing? The big man waggles a finger, shaking his head. COACH Oh, he's not done just yet. COLE Why doesn't he end the match? He has Black laid out! COACH He's sending a message, Mikey, he's sending a message. Hoff pulls Black up by the hair, looking down at him before shooting him into the ropes. Black comes off, and Hoff catches him with a SPINE----NO!! Black hangs on and hooks Hoff's head, scoring with a DDT!!!! The crowd comes alive as Black spkies Hoff to the mat!! COACH COLE WHAT A COUNTER!! COACH NO!! COLE OH YEAH!! COACH NO!!! CABOOSE That's what Hoff gets! Come on, Danny!! The crowd cheers as Black coughs, trying to get air into his lungs. Meanwhile, Hoff cradles his head in his hands. COACH I'd be surprised if poor Hoff doesn't have a concussion. COLE And LOOK! Dan Black is getting to his feet! Racked in pain and limping, Black does climb to his feet! Looking down at Hoff, it's Dan's turn to climb to the top rope!! COLE Black looking to turn it around!! COACH Are you serious?! CABOOSE Do it, Dan! Black looks down, leaps...and drives his HEAD into the shoulder of Hoff!! COLE DIVING HEADBUTT BY DAN BLACK!! Black rolls away, clutching his head, as Hoff flops onto his back, grabbing his shoulder. Black find his feet, walks over to Hoff, and grabs his left arm! Black rolls him over and APPLIES THE-- NO!! Hoff breaks away and into the ropes! Hoff climbs up and elbows Black from behind! Black reels, and Hoff grabs him from behind, hooking his neck! The crowd goes INSANE as Hoff slashes his throat!! COACH YES!! COLE Hoff looking for the Future Shock!! Hoff lifts Black up, but Black floats over and lands behind Hoff!! Hoff turns around, bewildered, and Dan grabs his arm! Hoff tries to pull away, but Black stays on him!! Hoff hits one knee, and Black tries to hook Hoff's arm in between his legs!! COLE Can Black lock it in? Black tries, but Hoff fights it!! Hoff pulls his arm away, spins, and throws a BIG right hand to Black's skull! Another, and Black is reeling!! Hoff hits the ropes and chrages with a clothesline-- CAUGHT by Black, who wrenches Hoff to the mat and HOOKS THE HEART OF ICE!!!! YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! COLE HEART OF ICE, LOCKED IN!!! COACH FIGHT IT!! CABOOSE COME ON DAN!!! COACH FIGHT IT!!!!!! Black SCREAMS as he pulls back on Hoff's neck!! Frantically the big man looks around before rolling through...Black KEEPS IT LOCKED!!! Hoff tries to reach the ropes...and BLACK ROLLS BACKWARDS!! The two men land in the center of the ring!! Black yanks back on Hoff's neck....and HOFF TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* COACH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Black lets go of Hoff and rolls away, onto his knees. The Ice Heart looks up, smiling a genuine smile as sweat drips from his body. BUFFER The winner of the submission match....the Ice Heart...DAAAAAAAAAN BLLLLLLLL-AAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! Black gets to his feet as the official raises his hand. The fans are ecstatic, cheering their lungs out as Dan stands victorious. COLE WHAT A MATCH. Dan Black gave everything he had to us tonight, and he beat one of the best. CABOOSE Yeah, and if there's anyone out there who doesn't think Dan Black is the real deal, you better take notice. Black looks down at Hoff, who is still lying in pain on the mat...and smiles, one of Hoff's smiles, arrogant, cocky, and satisfied. COLE And he earned that smile, guys. He earned the right to be a little cocky. CABOOSE Absolutely. COACH I can't believe this... As Quiet plays, Black hops out of the ring, landing on the floor below. The Ice Heart looks back at the ring, raising an arm in triumph. COLE Hoff told the world he could make Dan tap out. He told the world he was the better man, and for a while, it looked like that was the case. But Dan Black was able to gut it out. COACH Yeah, but you saw what I did, Mikey. Hoff had Black beat, and he chose to let him go. CABOOSE That was his mistake. COACH I'm just saying, if he had applied the anklelock then, what would have happened? COLE We may never know, but what we do know is this: Dan Black did everything he said he would. He beat Hoff, at his own game, and he proved he wasn't a fluke. Black takes one last, pleased look at the ring before disappearing behind the curtain. COLE Dan Black; victorious over Hoff at Living Angleously.

COLE If you thought our last match was brutal...heh...wait until you see the next 4 men in action. The World tag team titles are on the line, as we send it up to Michael Buffer. Though the HOWLS go up in the air as Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" hits, the Sooner Bruisers receive a mixed reaction as they appear in front of the live crowd. As usual, the "Pyscho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner sprints out onto the stage and circles around his "byte-cip" posing big brother, howling to the moon. BUFFER The following World tag team title match is set for one fall. Introducing first, the challengers...from Oklahoma, Oklahoma, weighing in at 525 pounds, the Man of Tomorrow and Pyscho Gremlin... the SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERRRRRRSSSSSSSS! COLE Each team's fanbase out in full force here tonight in Indianapolis. I think you'll see the same amount of tension in the stands as there was Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! between the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers. CABOOSE The Sooners developed quite a reputation in Japan during their time in HI-YAH for their physcial style of wrestling, a style which made them famous in the Land of the Rising Sun and subsequently in North American via word of mouth and online media -- and also a style which the Heavenly Rockers have had problems with in the past due to the size and weight disadvantage they experience in most of their bouts. But to their credit, it shows you just how good they really are to overcome the odds. COACH Just like a fat guy can consume more beer than a skinny fella, the Man of Tomorrow and the Pyscho Gremlin can take a lot more punishment than Synth and Logan. They're gonna have to use their speed and quick tags throughout the match, because once they start getting suplexed around the ring, you can write April 30th as the date the Heavenly Rockers title reign came to an end. BUFFER And their opponents! The Man of Tomorrow is posing on the middle turnbuckle when the lights go out and... BOOM~! BOOM~! ...two green pyro missles BLAST out from the stage. BUFFER Hailing from Sin City in Las Vegas, Nevada, at a total combine weight of 430 pounds, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time... the HEAVENLYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOCKERRRRRRSSSSSSS! Cue the PCP induce lighting effects and Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box." The Heavenly Rockers are much more favorably received than their counterparts in the ring. Sporting the fan favorite Angel Wings and Halo attire, Synth and Logan make eye contact with the Sooners and let them know they are the champions by pointing to the belts around their waists. But not for long say the brother duo from Oklahoma. The Heavenly Rockers race down the ramp while unstrapping the tag titles, leaping onto separate turnbuckles to pose for the fans with their belts. COLE In their first title defense since winning the gold and vanishing the New New Midnight Express, the Heavenly Rockers are faced with the monumental task of having to control the power of the Sooner Bruisers. As we'ved talked about, Synth and Logan must use their speed to stay in the match, otherwise the Sooner Bruisers will make quick work of them. COACH Ahem. I believe The Coach already pointed that out. CABOOSE It's worth bearing again. Earl Hebner gains possession of the tag team titles and gives the Sooner Bruisers an up close and personal look at them before holding the belts up for all to see, then handing them over to ring announcer Michael Buffer. Last minute instructions are given, each party asked to place one man out on the apron. Following half-hearted fist pounds from both teams, "Wild Child" Logan Mann and the Man of Tomorrow exit. COACH Heh. Nobody buying that sorry excuse for sportsmanship. COLE It's no secret the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers aren't exactly the best of friends. Their lifestyles in and out of the ring couldn't be any more different. But it's all about the tag team championship tonight. And we're off and running. * DING DING * Synth and Frankie waste no time locking up. The amatuer background of Frankie in full display early on as he easily goes behind Synth and places him in a rear waistlock looking for a takedown, but Synth blocks it by wrapping his left leg around Frankie's while trying to break the Pyscho Gremlin's grip around his waist. Wrestling aficionados in the crowd give the Synthmeister a nice round of applause as he counters into a hammerlock. Perhaps an even greater accomplishment is Synth keeping his head down and opening up his stance to prevent Frankie from reaching down and using a single-leg takedown. Things get testy when Big Frank, a/k/a the Man of Tomorrow, clobbers Synth from behind with that tree-trunk of a forearm, as Logan takes offense to the act. Earl Hebner promptly gets between both men, keeping the situation from escalating further than some pushing and shoving and foul language. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The fans are loving this. They love the intensity shown from Logan and Big Frank. They wanna see them go at it. And honestly, so do I. CABOOSE I second that. COACH Me, too. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" After throwing his hands up like a French solider, the Man of Tomorrow brushes past Frankie and the referee to get in what can only be describe as a cheapshot on Logan as he returns to his corner, SOONER/CLOTHESLINING Mann from behind! COACH Uh-oh. Gasoline just got poured onto the fire, fellas. Synth is all up in Big Frank's mug for that act of unsportsmanship. Logan pulls himself up and shakes off the cobwebs, demanding a piece of Big Frank right now. Both men play to the crowd, pointing at them to gauge fan reaction. Of course they want to see Frank and Logan go at it, so the Man of Tomorrow and Wild Child ask for and receive the tag from their partners. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE This is what we want to see. And here we go. Big Frank uses the same tatic his brother did to start the match, utilizing a go-behind waistlock out of a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Unfortunately for Logan, he doesn't experience the same sucess Synth did in getting out of the hold, taking a brutal RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX that folds him up like an accordion! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" CABOOSE Sheer power. The self-proclaimed Man of Tomorrow drops to his knees and flaunts the 25" anacondas, kissing the peak of his biceps or "btye-cips" as he calls them. Logan smartly takes his time getting up, not wanting to rush into anything until he clears the cobwebs. He converses with Synth in the corner before circling around the ring and locking back up with Frank, placing him in a side headlock that lasts about as long it took to apply the hold as he's shot off to the ropes. Waiting for him with open arms is Frank, who is put back on the defensive when Logan slides between his legs and surprises him with an armdrag takeover. That isn't the only surprise Frank gets. When he returns to his feet Big Frank has to deal with both Heavenly Rockers. They stun the big man momentarily with a pair of kicks to the midsection, then fire him off to the ropes for a double hiptoss that is followed up by stereo elbow drops and kip-ups...INTO A SOONERLINE FROM THE PYSCHO GREMLIN THAT SENDS THEM INSIDE-OUT!!! "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" COLE COACH DAYUM~! Big Frank capitalizes on the situation, sending Logan into the turnbuckle and pumpeling him to the mat with vicious forearm and knee strikes. He drapes Logan upright over his shoulder and tags Frankie, who comes off the top with an devastating ELBOW DROP that spikes Mann into the mat! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! With his weight already on top of Logan, Frankie leans in closer and unloads with a series of hard forearm smashes to the side of Mann's face. Frankie brings Logan up to his feet and drills him with a couple of big right hands, whipping him to the ropes but sticking out that right arm for a Soonerline too soon, allowing Logan to wrap himself around Frankie's body for what looks like a crucifix but turns into a sunset flip. ONE... TW-- Not even enough for a two count, as Frankie is still too fresh. Logan perfectly times his next move, rolling Frankie through as he rolls back and hammers the Pyscho Gremlin as he gets up to his feet with a running dropkick square between the eyes. Mann uses the few precious seconds of free time he has with Frankie down to tag out. But it doesn't mean the end of his time in the ring. He and Synth open up the double-team playbook, leveling Frankie with diving back elbows and then with a nice little number that sees Logan backdrop Synth onto his opponent. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frankie is brought back up in an armbar, the Heavenly Rockers now making it a priority to take away one of the Sooner Bruisers strongest weapons -- their arms. Bad arm = less suplexes and Soonerlines. Synth wrings the arm and tags Logan back in. Mann from the second turnbuckle with a double-axehandle onto the outstretched arm of the Pyscho Gremlin. Less howl and more yelp. Logan chops Frankie down to size by driving the point of the elbow across the arm, including the great execution of the ensuing armbar -- wide base, weight down on the body, etc. The Pyscho Gremlin returns to a vertical base, hammering the midsection of Mann with closed fists rather than elbows because his right arm is currently barred. Either way, Frankie gets himself out of a potentially bad situation. Like an escaped prisoner, Frankie makes the run for it, except he hits the ropes and comes right back to where he left. The result is something fans will remember for the rest of their lives, like you-can't-powerbomb-Kidman: you can't leapfrog Frankie. The Pyscho Gremlin drives Logan into the mat with a POWERSLAM! CABOOSE You'd think by now people would know that isn't likely to work on the Pyscho Gremlin. ONE... TWO... NO, KICKOUT! Frankie goes out for a rest, bringing Big Frank back in as the legal man. The Man of Tomorrow stiffs Logan with a knee to the ribs and numerous clubbering blows to the back before hitting the [EXPLETIVE DELETE] DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! Big Frank pops up all jacked up, wanting to relive more of his roid rage with more high-impact moves. He scoopes Logan up and sends him off to the far side. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM... ....COUNTERED INTO A SPINNING NECKBREAKER! COLE Oh, my! Logan landed on his feet and nailed Frank out of nowhere with that neckbreaker varation. Whatamaneuver! The momentum now back in his team's favor, Logan takes a risk that luckily pays off for him and Synth, connecting with a springboard legdrop. But Logan is unable to make the pin as the Man of Tomorrow hurls him up in the air and over the referee as soon as Logan makes the lateral press. A clear message to the Heavenly Rockers that it's going to take more than that to put away the Sooner Bruisers. Earl Hebner slaps his hands overhead to signal a tag has been made. Logan holds Big Frank up while Synth climbs up to the top and tumbles into the Man of Tomorrow with a somersault. The Synthmeister keeps the pace moving, slamming Frank near the corner and delivering an elbow drop from the second rope. ONE... TWO... TH-- SHOULDER UP! Synth tries his luck again from the top, but jumps right into the arms of Frank. The leader of the freakozoids spends too much time celebrating his feat of strength than taking care of business, which gives Logan plenty of time to leap onto the top rope and dropkick his own partner down onto him! COLE Oh, look at that. What team work! COACH I'd call it luck. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! 17,000-plus gasp in unison after thinking the match was over. But it isn't, as Synth quickly finds out. Running high on adrealine Synth whips Frank towards his side of the ring, enabling Frankie to make the blind tag as his brother hits the ropes and ducks a spinning back elbow on the return. His momentum carrying him forward, Synth stumbles into the ropes but recovers fast enough to avoid a head-on collision with Frank, leapfrogging over the Man of Tomorrow...who puts the brakes on and flings the Pyscho Gremlin into the ring with a SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK that decks Synth on the recoil. COLE That's just 260 pounds cruising through the air, ladies and gentlemen. Only on Fri... Only in the OAOAST will you see that. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! The match starts to heat up with the first suplex used by the Sooner Bruisers all night, a textbook belly-to-belly. Rather than go for the cover Frankie sends Synth into the ropes instead, scooping him up for what appears to be a powerslam before setting Synth's feet on the ground while in an inverted front facelock and hitting a reverse DDT. CABOOSE I haven't seen an inverted DDT done quite like that before. Apparently, Frankie wanted some of the blood to rush to Synth's head before dropping him. COLE That's why you're a former two-time World Heavyweight Champion, partner. You've been in the ring, so you know about the little things done in a match. Here's the cover! This may be it! ONE... TWO... Logan with a foot to the back of the head to breakup the fall. Big Frank doesn't like that and all hell breaks loose as he and Logan begin settling their differences with their fists! Earl Hebner does his best to separate the two but is no match for the much larger men. Finally, Frank has enough and shoves Earl into Logan, leaving Mann to deal with the OAOAST's senior offical while he and Frankie target on Synth. The Synthmeister is whipped hard into the corner, Big Frank charging in after him and eating a boot to the face for his trouble. But that's just the first obstacle for Synth, now having to deal with an incoming Pyscho Gremlin. He deals with him the same way he did with his brother, putting the boot up for him to run into. Hebner is still trying to get Logan out of the ring when both Sooners lunge towards Synth, nearly smacking into the turnbuckles as Synth narrowly misses their double Soonerline and runs up the turnbuckles in the far corner with the Sooners tailing, backflipping off the top and landing behind the Sooners who hit the turnbuckles before turning around and getting hit with a double DDT from Synth! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE At least we know who cashed in their 2-for-1 DDT coupon tonight. That gets the attention of both Earl Hebner and Logan Mann, who immediately steps out on the apron awaiting the tag he hopes follows suit. Chants of "LET'S GO SYNTH" fuel an exhausted Synth to claw and scratch his way to Logan, both Sooners down next to him but beginning to stir. Just when it seems like Synth is able to make the tag, the Sooners reach out and pull him back towards their part of the ring by his legs, dropping a pair of elbows to ensure he stays down until their liking. An exchange is made that makes Big Frank the legal man. The freak of high-tech nature and chemical substances fires Synth to the ropes and lifts him overhead, adding insult to injury by constantly bench pressing him with ease before slamming Synth to the mat. Prior to making the cover the Man of Tomorrow flexes his right bicep, kissing the peak and then dropping a big elbow across the chest of the Synthmeister. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Logan again breaks up the pin, but unlike last time Frank keeps his emotions in check. Sorta. Instead of getting physcial, the Man of Tomorrow gets egotistical, dropping down and doing push-ups while degrading Synth, the Heavenly Rockers and their music. Frank really gets into the head of Logan by looking directly in his eyes, humping the canvas as he screams Holly-Wood's name. Earl Hebner meets Logan halfway inside the ring to keep him in his corner. It's right back to work for Frank and pain for Synth, who's takes another ride into the corner. Frank glances over at Logan and tells him this next move is for him. He rumbles but doesn't stumble to the corner...and gets popped in the face again by Synth's boot, both this time around! Jelly-legged is Frank as he walks away from Synth, only to have the Synthmeister seek him out, coming out of the corner and bringing the Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy down with a desperation neckbreaker! COLE Both men down. Neither in good enough position to make a tag. Like we've expected it's been a very physical contest. The Sooners have used their power to their advantage as have the Heavenly Rockers with their speed. But now it comes down to who wants it more. Both men needing to make the tag to their partners. CABOOSE Frankie and Logan ready to accept the tag. And I'm willing to bet Logan hopes the Man of Tomorrow isn't able to make his that way he can get his hands on him. COACH Frank is probably hopping Synth makes the tag so he can suplex Logan around the ring. "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* Logan is itching to make the tag, nearly falling over the top rope because he's reaching out as far as he can without losing control of the tag rope. But it's Frank that is first to his feet. And what occurs next may be a first in pro wrestling, at least as far as tag matches go. Frank grabs Synth by the hair and tights and, believe it or not, actually pushes him into the direction of his corner so he can tag Logan. COLE, CABOOSE & COACH COACH I ain't never seen that done before. Too exhausted to reach up and tag out, Logan tags himself in. Frank steps away so Logan can enter in peace. Then rage war as the two let the bombs fly, the fans jumping out of their seats and cheering like crazy as Frank and Logan trade blows. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * BIG FOREARM SHOT * * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * BIG FOREARM SHOT * * CHOP * * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Logan has Frank reeling as he sends him off to the ropes and knocks the big man off his feet with a spinning back elbow. Logan pops up channeling the spirit of "Macho Man" Randy Savage, holding the edge of his tights as he points to the top. Mann pretends like he's walking over to the corner and then does a U turn, decking Frankie with a big left hand that knocks him off the apron. Logan runs to the corner 100 mph, stepping out on the apron and nailing the Man of Tomorrow from the top with a DOUBLE-AXEHANDLE! ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEE-- OHHHHHHHHHH!" NO!! COACH Only two, fellas. Logan hits the ropes around the same time Frankie pulls himself up on the apron, and hammers Mann with a Soonerline. Logan falls forward and into the arms of the Man of Tomorrow. Big Frank front facelocks Mann and lifts him up for a dreaded 69 DRIVER...but Frank is kicked from behind in the leg by SYNTH, causing him to ease his grip and allow Logan to shift his weight back and counter with a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... THREE... NO!! * COLLECTIVE GASP * Frankie makes the save just in the nick of time. For that he and Synth go at it before being joined by Logan. 2-on-1, the Heavenly Rockers are able to dominate the Pyscho Gremlin with an array of double-team moves -- backdrop, clothesline, double dropkick. But perhaps their greatest feat will be if they connect with a patented Sooner Bruisers double-team attack: the top rope bulldog. COACH They're not gonna do what I think they are. Are they? COLE I believe so. They're gonna use the Sooner Bruisers own double-team move against them! Amazingly, the 220 pound Synth Esizer gets Frankie up on his shoulders as Logan scales the turnbuckles. Synth turns his back to Logan, giving him a clear shot...until Frankie begins peppering closed fists into the forehead of Synth, causing the Synthmeister to turn around as Logan leaps off... COLE ...AND GETS CAUGHTS IN MID-AIR WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" While the crowd expresses their amazement over the counter with a vulgar chant, Synth is shellshocked from what just happened. He just stands there along with Earl Hebner as Frankie lies on top of Logan. COACH 1, 2, 3. Why isn't Hebner counting? COLE Because Frankie isn't the legal man. COACH What difference does it make? I've seen the illegal man make the 1-2-3 plently of times. Besides, just a few days ago NBA officials gave Kobe Bryant a bucket and the foul after posterizing NBA MVP Steve Nash because it was one helluva nice play. Earl Hebner oughta give the Pyscho Gremlin the same courtesy. Still in awe, Synth doesn't see Big Frank sneak up behind and nail him with a stiff short-arm Soonerline that sends him to Frankie, who delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends Synth rolling out of the ring after impact. Now it's time for the Sooners to hit their version of the top rope bulldog move, as Frank signals for baby brother to pick Logan up. Frankie hoists Logan up on electric chair escalator, which us mortals call shoulders, while Big Frank positions himself on the top. Living a childhood dream of being a loading truck, Frankie backs up into the loading dock area we call the corner. Inexplicably, the Man of Tomorrow wastes time calling ringside Heavenly Rockers loyalist bitches before hooking Mann's head. COACH Just hit it, Frank! Stop wasting--! TOP ROPE DDT! COACH (CONT'D) ...Never mind. COLE Talk about insult to injury. The Sooners are gonna win the titles using the Heavenly Rockers own personal maneuver, the DDT. ONE... TWO... THREE! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Synth breaks up pin! Frank sics the Pyscho Gremlin on Synth. Frankie tackles the Synthmeister and the two fight out to the floor, sending each other into any and everything nearby. Synth blocks Frankie's attempts to ram him into the ringpost, taking several headbutts to the back of the head in the process but still stands his ground. Synth drives an elbow to Frankie's midsection, but it only makes the Pyscho Gremlin angry, causing him to lunge forward...and SOONERLINE THE RINGPOST! Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice...err, inside the squared circle, Big Frank places Logan on the top turnbuckle. Paying no attention to what's going on outside, Frank casually climbs onto the middle and then top rope. The 270 pound Man of Tomorrow gingerly bounces on the top rope to get some spring before leaping up and wrapping his legs around Logan's neck as he proceeds to hit the FRANKENSTEINER... ...ON NOTHING BUT CANVAS! The camera cuts to Synth on the arena floor letting go of Logan's tights, which is what kept him from going down with Frank. Synth has little time to do anything else as he's wrapped up from behind and GERMAN SUPLEXED INTO THE GUARDRAIL just as Logan nails the Man of Tomorrow with a LEAPING DDT from the second turnbuckle!!! COLE, CABOOSE & COACH ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners-- the winners and still tag team champions of the world... the HEAVENLY RRRRRROOOOOOOCKERRRRRRSSSSSSS! "Heart-Shaped Box" cues up as all 4 men remain down, the aftermath of the battle for the tag team championship. Two outside, two inside. The German suplex into the railing taking as much out of Frankie as it did Synth. Logan just starting to move around as Earl Hebner walks back to the center of the ring with the World tag team titles, lifting Logan's arm in victory as he hands over both title belts. Mann slowly rises to a knee and holds the belts up in mild celebration, selling the effects from the top rope DDT he took. As Logan walks towards the ropes to go and help Synth outside, his foot is grabbed by Frank who uses Mann to pull himself up. A look of disappointment on his face, Frank shares a few words before offering his hand to Logan. Mann is first a bit hesitant to accept Frank's hand, but does after the two develop a new found respect for each other after the grueling contest. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE It took taking each other to the limit to bring the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers together, but now they realize they are both great teams. Their styles may be different, but they both have that special trait few have -- the heart of a champ... Unprovoked, the Man of Tomorrow stiffs the hell out of Mann with a Soonerline! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE FRANK, YOU BASTARD! DAMN YOU! * DING DING DING DING DING * Frank throws Earl Hebner outside for trying to restrain him. With the referee out of the way, Frank puts the boots to Logan as fans are still stunned by the turn of events. Frankie rushes into the ring to help control his brother, still kicking at Logan as he's pulled back. COLE Thankfully, Frankie is here to put a stop to this. His big brother has snapped. That's the only way to put it. Frank has snapped. COACH I don't know. I mean, I think I heard Logan saw something about Frank's mama and... CABOOSE Don't give us that bull, Coachman. Big Frank shoves Frankie out of the way as he sees Synth coming back in, drilling him with a Soonerline! The crowd ERUPTS while Frankie struggles to control his brother. HOLLY-WOOD, publicist of the Heavenly Rockers and girlfriend of Logan Mann, dives into the ring to protect Logan and Synth. COLE Oh, my... Oh, my God. Surely, Frank wouldn't hurt a woman, right? COACH Of course not. He loves 'em. The Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy licks his chops as he checks Holly-Wood out, obviously liking what he's seeing. Holly is crotched down next to the Heavenly Rockers when a shadow comes over her. It's Frank standing right in front of her flexing his biceps, showing Holly what she could have compared to what she currently has. One who doesn't take shit from anyone, Holly SPITS at Frank's feet, sending the crowd into a frenzy and Frank into roid rage. Frank does the unthinkable by putting his hands on Holly, pulling her up by the hair and slamming her into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! COLE Nooooooo! CABOOSE Frankie, do something. Frankie is hysterical, getting up in his brother's face and going off on him for his actions. Frank comes right back at him, telling Frankie to do something about it if he has such a problem. Frankie holds Holly hand as he sees how badly she's hurt...AND DROPS AN ELBOW ON HER! COLE No! Not him too. What the hell is going on here? Have they both snapped? These guys are sore losers, a bunch of bullies. DAMN THEM! Physcially worn out, Logan uses whatever little strength he has left to lunge at the Sooners only to be taken down immediately and clubbed upside the head with his own tag title belt. The Sooner Bruisers stand over the bodies of the Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood, posing with the tag titles as officials storm the ring and escort them backstage. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE One of the most disgusting displays I have ever seen. Horrible. Just horrible. Ugh. I hope the Sooner Bruisers are dealt with harshly. Moving on, ladies and gentlemen. And we have to. No sense in glorifying the actions of the Sooner Bruisers. The submission match involving Hoff and Dan Black is coming up next. But first a word on our next pay-per-view event.

WATCH HELDDOWN~! THIS WEEK AND LEAVE FEEDBACK! A public service announcement brought to you by your friends at the OAOAST. Renegade hits and the arena fills with boos as the lights go out. The baseline hits, the spotlight comes on, and Reject walks through the curtains and towards the ring. COLE And it's time, this bitter feud between former tag team partners will reach its climax tonight! CABOOSE That's right, it's NO HOLDS BARRED! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and there will be NO HOLDS BARRED! Introducing first, from NEW YORK CITY, weighing in at 235 pounds...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! Reject slides into the ring and gets ready. God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid gets a nice ovation as he makes his way to the ring. BUFFER His opponent, from Green Bay, WI, weighing in at 257 pounds...TTTTTTTHHHHHHUNDERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!! COACH He looks confident now, but Reject's going to make him sorely regret throwing that NHB stipulation in that contract! TK slides into the ring and poses on the buckles, then walks to the center of the ring, as does Reject. They have a brief staredown, talking trash to one another, before coming to blows! *DING DING DING* TK wins the exchange, and drags Reject into a corner. TK delivers kicks to the midsection, then whips Reject across the ring. TK charges, but Reject moves out of the way. TK backs out, and Reject dropkicks him back into the corner. Reject then whips TK back across the ring, but TK comes out with a clothesline! COLE TK EXPLODING out of the corner! TK runs to the ropes, and hits another clothesline! A third takes Reject over the top and to the floor! COLE And TK looking great here in the early going! TK follows Reject to the floor, and whips him into the steel steps! CABOOSE Remember, no disqualifications in this match! COACH Yeah, I know. Just wait, this will eventually play right into the hands of Reject! TK rolls back into the ring. Reject tries to climb back in, but TK hits him with a baseball slide and sends him back to the floor! TK goes outside again, ramming Reject's head into the steps, then taking him around the ring and throwing him into the timekeeper's table. TK stops to play to the crowd, however, and as he moves back towards Reject, Reject blasts him over the head with the ring bell! COACH OH, what did I tell you? Now the tide has turned! COLE TK's bell was just rung, and the tide has indeed turned! Reject grabs a steel chair from ringside before sliding back into the ring. He sits on it in the corner and waits on TK. COLE And Reject VERY arrogant right here... CABOOSE I don't understand this, why's he allowing TK to catch his wind? TK gets to his feet, and Reject picks up the chair, challenging TK to get into the ring. He does, but not before grabbing a 2X4 from underneath the ring! COLE OK, NOW here he comes! TK holds the 2X4 baseball style, and swings as Reject swings the chair! After three swings, Reject drops the chair and shakes his hands off. TK waits for him to come around, and grabs the 2X4 with both hands, clotheslining him to the mat! Reject rolls to the outside, and TK follows him out with a plancha! COLE TK over the top rope onto Reject! TK hammers away with right hands, then tosses Reject back into the ring. Reject, however, gets a hold of the chair, and slams it across the back of TK as he slides in! COLE Steel chair to the back! Reject holds the chair up in the air, receiving boos from the crowd. He then picks up TK, delivering a snap suplex, and goes to the top with chair in hand. CABOOSE Uh oh, what's this gonna be? Reject comes off the top with a CHAIR LEGDROP, but TK rolls out of the way! TK grabs Reject, picking him up in a PRESS SLAM~! and tossing him all the way down to the floor! COACH Come on, someone's gonna get hurt doing that! COLE That's the risk you take signing for a match like this, Coach! COACH But how was he supposed to know? He just signed the contract, he wasn't told beforehand of any stipulations! That's not fair! CABOOSE Life's not fair, Coach! Reject should have read the fine print before signing! TK goes to the apron once again, and pulls out a stop sign! COACH Oh, no! TK picks the sign up overhead and brings it down on the head of Reject! Reject staggers backward and falls over the security wall into the crowd! TK follows, and Reject tries to escape! TK and Reject end up backstage, where TK catches up to Reject, hammering him on the back, and throwing him into a stack of beer kegs, which then fall onto Reject. CABOOSE I don't think Reject's ever been to a kegger like this! TK follows Reject over to the stack, and picks up a keg. As he raises it overhead, Reject gets his hands on one and tosses it at TK, hitting him in the abdomen! Reject then grabs the keg and rams TK in the back with it, before picking him up and taking him back out to the arena. Reject carries a keg along in one hand, and nails TK with it in the aisle, before going to the side of the ring, and pulling a LADDER out from underneath it, drawing a pop from the crowd! COLE And we're breaking out the heavy duty equipment now! Reject slides the ladder into the ring, then rolls TK inside. Reject hits a snap legdrop on TK, then picks him up for a suplex. CABOOSE Uh oh, could be a suplex on the ladder here! TK blocks, then blocks a second time. He then picks Reject up, turns around while still holding Reject, and drops him with a SUPLEX ON THE LADDER! COACH NO! COLE And Reject sent BACK-FIRST onto the ladder! TK then rolls to the outside, and reaches under the apron. He crawls halfway under the ring to grab something, before coming out with a BARBED-WIRE BASEBALL BAT~! The crowd goes CRAZY! COACH Oh, come on now! Get in there, ref! CABOOSE Everything's legal here, Coach! COACH Yeah, but surely you've got to draw a line with this, don't you? TK waits for Reject to get up, then takes a HOME RUN SWING, but Reject ducks and hits a low blow! Reject then rolls over and grabs the bat. COACH USE IT, REJECT! Everything's legal here! Reject delivers a shot to the gut with the bat, then uses it to trip TK down to his back! Reject then gets down on the mat and begins to rake the bat across the face of TK, opening a wound on his forehead! COLE And Reject literally cutting open the forehead of his former tag team partner with that baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire! Reject then picks up TK, and delivers a snap suplex onto the ladder! COLE And NOW, it's TK who's back meets the ladder! Reject runs to the ropes and goes for ROLLING THUNDER~!, but TK rolls out of the way and Reject lands on the ladder! TK then crawls over and grabs the bat, and Reject turns around to receive a shot in the face! CABOOSE Wow, right in the FACE! COLE And Reject is down and now *he's* bleeding! TK drops an elbow on Reject, then rolls out of the ring and throws the keg inside. TK the rolls back in and lays the bat between his legs, as the crowd IMMEDIATELY begins to groan in agony. COACH Oh no, I can't watch this one! TK picks up the keg, and DROPS IT ON THE BAT, causing Reject to roll around on the mat in agony! Several fans in the front row can be seen holding their nuts and groaning in agony. TK sets up the ladder, then rolls outside the ring and grabs a TABLE from underneath! TK pushes the table into the ring, then rolls in and sets it up. By this time, however, Reject has recovered, and drills TK in the back with the beer keg! COACH But Reject's back in it now! Reject then delivers a shot to the head, and TK rolls onto the table. Reject walks around to the other side, and slowly starts climbing the ladder. TK slowly rolls off the table, and follows Reject up on the table side. TK catches him at the top, and the two begin to exchange punches. COLE These two former partners, jousting for position on the top of this ladder! TK wins the slugfest, then sets up a suplex! Reject quickly fires punches to the midsection, then thumbs TK in the eye. Reject climbs up a couple rungs, then flips over, POWERBOMBING TK THROUGH THE TABLE! COLE And THROUGH THE TABLE goes TK! What a powerbomb by Reject, but he can't cover! Reject lays on the mat for a few seconds, then inches over and covers... 1... 2... NO!!! TK gets a shoulder up! CABOOSE Still fight left in TK! Reject picks up TK, and hits a fisherman's buster! He follows up with ROLLING THUNDER~! COACH And Reject's setting him up now! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up again!!! Reject rolls to the outside, and finds another item wrapped in barbed wire, this time a STEEL CHAIR~! COLE And more barbed wire coming into play! Reject raises the chair, and SLAMS it across the back of TK! COLE Imagine the PAIN that TK must have experienced right there! TK rolls on the mat, rolling over to a corner. Reject waits for him to get up, then charges with the chair...but has kicked back into his FACE by TK! TK then comes out of the corner, and drops an ELBOW onto the chair, which is lying on Reject's face! COACH This is horrible, you guys! TK then grabs the chair, as Reject begs off. The crowd starts to cheer loudly, as TK raises the chair in the air! Reject rolls out of the ring, and TK gives chase into the crowd! They run past the beer kegs again, then back through the entryway, where Reject trips and falls in the aisleway. He begs off of TK again, when suddenly, someone grabs the chair from TK! TK turns around, and receives a headshot from...THA PUERTO RICAN??? COACH MY MAN!!! COLE WHAT? What the HELL is PRL doing out here??? The crowd boos LOUDLY as PRL looks down on TK and smiles, before throwing the chair down and going backstage. CABOOSE What is going ON here? COLE I don't know, what motive would PRL have to ambush TK like that? Reject slowly gets to his feet and takes TK back to the ring. Reject makes an immediate cover... 1... 2... TK gets a foot on the rope! COACH Oh, what a cheap move! Reject pulls TK's leg off the ropes, and hooks it... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Still hanging in there! CABOOSE Wow, look at the wreckage in the ring, Cole! Reject grabs the barbed-wire chair, and stands over TK. He taunts the crowd, drawing ENORMOUS boos. He then raises the chair overhead, but when he does, TK sits up and delivers a low blow! Reject falls backwards to the mat, and TK rolls over and grabs the chair. He waits for Reject to get up, then tosses the chair into his hands, before hitting a BICYCLE KICK~! COLE TK again kicking the chair right into the face of Reject! TK covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject gets a shoulder up! COLE And now it's Reject, showing tremendous intestinal fortitude! TK picks up Reject, and delivers a belly-to-belly overhead suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout again!!! TK charges Reject for another bicycle kick, but Reject ducks, and drills TK with a spinkick! Reject leans on the ropes to catch his wind, then rolls to the outside, grabbing a stuffed pillowcase. CABOOSE I've got a feeling that that pillowcase isn't filled with feathers, Cole! COLE Yeah, we're not about to see your ordinary average pillowfight right here! Reject raises the pillowcase in the air, drawing boos, then rolls into the ring. He grabs a handful of THUMBTACKS out of the pillowcase, sprinkling them on the mat, as the crowd buzzes. COACH HERE WE GO! Reject then grabs a handful and throws them on TK on the mat, before dumping the rest of the pillowcase out on the mat. Reject picks up TK, then goes for a bodyslam. TK slips behind the back, and puts a foot to the gut, setting him up for a powerbomb! However, Reject blocks, and BACKDROPS HIM INTO THE TACKS! COLE OH, backdrop, and TK's back COVERED in those tacks! Reject carefully drops a knee to TK's sternum, then positions the ladder. COLE Oh, no. What's this going to be? Reject climbs the ladder, stopping to pose once again at the top. He then steps over, and goes for a LEGDROP, but TK moves, and Reject LANDS IN THE TACKS~! TRIPLE C Reject sits there for a second with a wide-eyed look on his face, then jumps up, hopping around, until TK grabs him. TK delivers a FALLAWAY SLAM to Reject, RIGHT INTO THE TACKS~! COLE And Reject AGAIN meets the tacks! TK then picks up Reject...and plants him with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE THIS IS IT!!! TK falls back onto Reject... 1... 2... 3!!!!! NO!!! REJECT GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! COACH WHAT ABOUT THAT, COLE? COLE I can't believe it, Reject just kicked out of the Thunderbolt DDT, the signature move of Thunderkid! TK sits there for a second, questioning the referee, then reaches down to pick up Reject. Reject reaches over and grabs a handful of tacks, using them to rake the eyes of TK, before hitting the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE And now Reject with HIS signature move, the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 Reject can't cover immediately, but finally pushes TK over and drapes an arm... 1... 2... 3!!!!! NO!!! TK gets a shoulder up! COACH Come ON, REF!!! COLE And TK with the kickout! Reject slowly gets up, then picks up TK and carries him over to the tacks. Reject picks up TK, and delivers the PITCH BLACK INTO THE TACKS~!!!!!11111 COACH WOW! That's GOT to be it, come on, cover, Reject! Reject does cover... 1... 2... 3...NO!!! TK AGAIN gets the shoulder up! COLE And AGAIN! Where do these two get the strength? Reject walks over and grabs the barbed-wire bat, and scales the ladder. TK slowly gets to his feet, and Reject comes off the ladder, nailing TK right in the face with the bat! CABOOSE WOW, right between the eyes! Reject tosses the bat aside, and covers... 1... 2... 3!!!!! *DING DING DING* COACH YEAH!!! Reject rolls off of TK and lays on the mat, as Renegade plays over the speakers. COLE And MERCIFULLY, this one is over! BUFFER The winner of the match...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! COLE Ladies and gentlemen, whether you like these guys or not, these two men gave you everything they had in them! They gave their heart and their body, all to find out who the better man was! And in the end, it's that man right there, rolling out of the ring, Reject! Reject picks himself up off the floor and staggers back to the locker room as medics help keep him standing, and more medics rush around him to tend to the still unconscious Thunderkid. Reject stops at the front of the entrance to raise his arms and give a cocky grin, receiving a mixture of boos and appreciative applause. CABOOSE And Thunderkid just now starting to come to, Cole! The medics help TK up, and he receives a loud standing ovation from the crowd in Indianapolis as the medics help him to the back. COLE What an effort by TK, and what an effort by Reject, as well! CABOOSE I just can't see...how do you top this one, Cole?

ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND AROUND THE WORLD... OAOAST SYNDICATED DEBUTS IN TWO WEEKS CHECK LOCAL LISTINGS FOR TIME & DATE We return to Tony and Jesse back on the stage. SCHIAVONE Syndicated should be a fun one, Jess. VENTURA Absolutely. Whenever "The Body's" around, fun follows. Speaking of fun, Tony, how about Race for the Gold II? Was that something or what? It looked like a night at your place following a couple of cold ones. SCHIAVONE (chuckles) I have a cold hard fact coming up for you, Jesse. Because up next is a match that was just made this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! As the fans who tuned in saw, Drek Stone went against his promised not to interfere in the affairs of Hoff and Dan Black, who will be meeting later tonight in a submission match, by attacking Tony Brannigan with a steel chair and thus injuring his ankle. Drek tried to take Tony out of the picture, thinking it would leave him and Hoff all alone to deal with Dan Black. Boy, was he wrong. VENTURA He was wrong, all right. Instead of demoralizing Black T, Drek Stone and Hoff fired them up. Black is coming into tonight as cold as ever, while Tony is about as pumped up as I've ever seen him. I still can't believe he challenged Drek Stone to a match despite, basically, only having one leg. That ankle ain't gonna heal up in 3 days, you know. SCHIAVONE And still to come -- two title matches and the big submission and no holds barred bouts. With that, it's time to go back to the head-buttin'! Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE As Tony and Jesse talked about, our next match pits two rivals that have been battling for nearly two months: Drek Stone vs. Tony Brannigan COACH Oh, trust me, Cole. The bad blood goes way deeper than just two months. As has been established time and time again, Drek Stone did not like taking his sabbatical from the OAOAST and watching as Tony Brannigan received accolades for all the hard work Drek had done. For months, Drek had to sit and watch as Tony painted himself as the quintessential OAOAST superstar, responsible for all the success this federation has seen – when it was Drek that ultimately gave this organization that success in the first place! Drek decided to come back last month to do something about it, which he certainly did. CABOOSE Oh yeah, if you say so. Though it was Tony Brannigan and Dan Black that came out on top in the first confrontation against Drek Stone and Hoff at AngleMania V. Soon after the loss, Hoff put out the challenge to face Dan Black in a submission match that will occur later on tonight. Meanwhile, Drek Stone and Tony Brannigan continued to challenge each other through promos and interviews outside the ring. COLE And, of course, that all came to a climax last Thursday night. After a prank gone awry, Drek Stone took Tony Brannigan’s ankle out with a steel chair not once, but twice. Tony put out the challenge to face Drek here tonight, and Drek accepted. Tony wants to prove that a OAOAST loyalist will always come out on top against a treasonous villain, and Drek Stone wants to make sure that Tony Brannigan never crosses his path again. COACH The history speaks for itself, Cole. Twelve months ago at Living Anglelously 2005, Tony Brannigan came up short in his bid for the Heavyweight Title against Axel. Tonight, at Living Anglelously 2006, he will come short of proving his worth as a singles superstar in the OAOAST when Drek Stone breaks his ankle and forces him to spend a night in Indianapolis General Hospital. CABOOSE Or history will just repeat itself, and Tony Brannigan will give Drek Stone a spinebuster straight to hell just as he did last month at AngleMania V. COLE Only time will tell. Let’s get down to the ring. She Said: You’re one in a million You’ve got to burn to shine But you were born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes As the pace of the song picks up, so do the jeers and catcalls as DREK STONE appears onstage. The former World Champion greets the hostile crowd with a smirk, seemingly drawing energy from their hate as he points to the select few fans vocally supporting him on his way to the ring. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Living Angleously continues with the following contest set for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring... hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, the former Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld... DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREK STOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE! Drek pounds his chest twice before raising one arm into the air, sending a shower of glittering red, white, and green fireworks up from each corner. COACH That's what I'm talkin' about right there. Drek Stone. It's gonna be a big night for D and Big Daddy H, Hoff, baby. First, Drek's gonna take care of Tony, then later tonight Hoff will make Dan Black tap out in the submission match. COLE That remains to be seen. Drek Stone coming in tonight with the clear advantage after injuring the ankle of Tony Brannigan this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! But if there's one thing we know about Tony Brannigan, is that behind the arrogance lies the heart of a champion. He is one of the men that helped build the foundation for what the OAOAST has become. CABOOSE And he never walked out on this company. COACH Now why did you have to go and bring that up, Caboose? Drek Stone is one of the many who were disenfranchised by the OAOAST. The man walked out of protest. And the last time I checked we still had this little something called the First Amendment in this country. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWWWWW!" The fans rise as one as TONY BRANNIGAN, in a dazzling red robe with countless rubies and rhinestones, struts out onto the stage. BUFFER And his opponent... from Hollywood, U.S.A., weighing 262 pounds... TONY BRANNIGAN! Drek Stone's eyes light up like a child's on Christmas morning as he sees Tony walk to the ring with a noticable limp. Brannigan pauses on the ramp as Stone blocks his entry into the ring so that he can mock him by hobbling around, simulating the aid of a cane, which draws a wry smile from the former World Champion. Drek becomes irate when referee Nick Patrick attempts to lure him away from the ropes so Tony can enter, causing him to shove Patrick aside. When Drek turns around he sees Tony Brannigan ready to go. Tony temporaily blinds Drek by THROWING his multi-thousand dollar ROBE in his face! COACH That robe is a lethal weapon! Nick Patrick oughta disqualify Tony. One of those rubies or rhinestones could've gotten in Drek's eyes. * DING DING DING * The bell is rung as Brannigan unleashes an offensive assault on the rogue superstar -- hitting, kicking and even biting Drek Stone! Drek finally gets the robe off his head but all that does is give him a clear view of Tony's right fist connecting with his jaw. Stone is sent hard into the far corner and nearly clotheslined out of his boots as Tony wallops him with a corner clothesline. Brannigan scoopes Stone off the canvas and fires him to the ropes. GORILLA PRESS SLAM! Tony follows up with a sucession of elbow smashes to the sternum, before shooting Drek back off to the ropes for a baaaaaack bodydrop. Stone pops up in a dazed, stumbling all around the ring and eventually to the outside with a running clothesline that sends him over the top to the arena floor! COLE Tony has overwhelmed Drek Stone from the start. COACH And that's exactly what it is -- a start. Tony follows Drek out to the floor, and drives his face into the STEEL STEPS. Drek wanders around ringside, double and triple-checking to see if his nose is still attached to his face, as Brannigan sneaks up behind him and RAKES the fingernails across the back again and again! Tony spins Drek around, hooks the head and suplexes him on the arena floor. Those "protective mats" doing little to ease Stone's pain. Nick Patrick orders Tony to bring the action inside the squared circle or face the possibility of countout or disqualification. Brannigan obliges, tossing Drek underneath the bottom rope as he himself climbs up on the apron and steps through the ropes...only to have Stone dive towards his right ankle, the one injured Thursday night. Brannigan does his damndest to fight Drek off, pummeling the back of his head with closed fists and stinging overhand chops to the back. Stone gives up his current approach in favor of another by pulling up on the middle rope and CROTCHING Tony! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" CABOOSE A move that stands the test of time -- the low blow. COLE Oh, come on, ref. You had to see that. COACH Brannigan's Law, Mikey. Although we know there won't be much of Brannigan's Love later tonight, if you know what I mean. Scoope and a slam, beautifully executed. Stone leaps hiiiiiigh in the air and drops the knee down across the sternum over Tony Brannigan. Drek goes back to the ankle, but again Tony fights him off. Stone decides he needs to wear his opponent down some more before going for the ankle. He whips Tony to the corner and charges in, a boot to the face in his future, but Drek grabs the foot and brings Tony down to the mat as he slides outside. COLE Oh, no. Drek Stone is gonna shatter that ankle if he hits this. Arrogant as ever, Drek taunts ringside fans by holding Tony's ankle out towards them. Brannigan makes him pay for that as he kicks his ankle free and places Drek in a headscissors, reeling in a bugged-eye Drek Stone face-first into the RINGPOST! Tony pulls Stone up on the apron and su... No! Drek hits Tony with a palm strike on the way up and floats over the top, quickly turning Tony around and setting him up for the STONECUTTER. But Tony alertly shoves him off to the ropes, taking a shoulderblock as Drek comes back off the ropes. Brannigan rolls onto his stomach and allows Drek to go over the top as he returns from the near side. Trouble arises when Brannigan lands awkwardly on his ankle after leapfrogging Stone on the rebound. It isn't enough, however, to keep Tony down but it does cause him to mis-time his clothesline and get drilled in the face by a Drek Stone standing dropkick. CABOOSE Let's keep an eye out on Tony's ankle. His leg nearly buckled after the leapfrog. Very common to see wrestlers use a leapfrog to buy themselves time to think about their next move. I'd go as far to say a leapfrog is about as high-risk as coming off the top is. Both men up to their feet, and unloading with a series of European uppercuts is Drek Stone. Drek looks to whip Tony to the ropes, but it's reversed. Brannigan going along for the ride as he keeps ahold of Stone's wrist, driving the knee... Stone counters the attempted knee to the midsection with a school boy! ONE... TWO... NO! Stone gets a two count, but a pin wasn't his intent. Instead he tries to lock on an anklelock out of the school boy. Tony fights Drek's attempt to turn him over, kicking Stone atop the head with the heel of his boot. After numerous kicks to the head Tony finally frees himself from the clutches of Drek Stone. Drek shakes off the cobwebs and charges Brannigan, running right into a POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! When Tony gets up to his feet his legs are wrapped up by Drek Stone, who continuously tries to go after that injured ankle only to be peppered with forearm smashes. COACH Yo, D, I know you wanna attack the ankle but if it ain't workin' for you now try again later. Beat on our very own Mr. T for a bit, then go for the ankle. Drek takes the punishment like a man as he backs Tony into the corner and rams the shoulder repeatedly into the gut. His good fortune goes from gold to woe after he gets trapped in the corner following a missed roundhouse right. Brannigan rocks his opponent with rights and lefts, including a few kneelifts and forearms for good measure. Stone RAKES the eyes to breakup Tony's momentum. European uppercut. And another. Stone in complete control until he tries whipping Tony to the corner. Brannigan reverses midway through, sending Drek bouncing off the turnbuckles and clutching his sternum as he staggers back towards mid-ring where Tony awaits with a well-placed knee to the side of the head before going for the Rude Awakening. All eyes, including referee Nick Patrick, on the hands of Tony as he turns Drek's neck clockwise. Out of desperation Drek kicks his leg back and LOW BLOWS Brannigan! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Ugh! Not again. Drek Stone with another low blow. With Tony doubled over in pain, Drek hits the ropes and delivers a CHOP BLOCK across the right ankle of T-Bod. Tony crumples to the mat and holds his ankle immediately, but then quickly rolls out underneath the bottom rope to regain his composure outside the ring. COACH You see that? He makes one mistake and Drek Stone is on him like a shark! My man smells blood. Once his feet are on the arena floor, Tony hobbles a short distance up the ramp to get some feeling back in his right ankle. Grimacing quite noticeably, Tony limps several feet before turning his attention back towards the ring. Once he does so, Drek immediately turns and bounces off the far side of the ropes. He then dashes forward – -- jumps up – -- and, using no hands, LEAPS over the top rope -- -- COLLIDING INTO TONY BRANNIGAN WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The Indianapolis fans collectively gasp as Tony Brannigan and Drek Stone go crashing back down to the arena floor with Drek landing right on top of the tag team specialist. COLE WOW! What a plancha! COACH That was beautiful! Drek Stone will spare no expense to get the win over Tony Brannigan tonight! Clutching his ribs, Drek uses one hand to push himself off the floor and back up to his feet. He grabs a handful of Tony’s hair and lifts the big man back up to a standing position. Before Tony has any time to think, Drek drags him over towards the steel steps. He then picks Tony up for a bodyslam and drops him right near the stairs… …sending his right ankle SMASHING into the edge of the metal steps. *CRASH!* Once again, the crowd groans in unison as Tony Brannigan immediately screams – in a manly fashion, of course – and grabs at his ankle. Drek immediately swats T-Bod’s arms away from holding his leg. With Tony still laying on the arena floor, Drek lifts his opponent’s right leg up and drapes it across the steps. He then quickly climbs up to the apron. Once he gets close enough to Tony’s leg on the steps, Drek looks out at the crowd with a callous smile. He then picks his foot up and… *CRASH!* …angrily stomps Tony’s right ankle, banging Brannigan’s bone against the steel steps! “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” An anguished yell escapes Tony’s lips as Drek lifts his foot up again and… *CRASH!* …stomps Tony’s ankle against the steps once more. *CRASH!* And again. *CRASH!* And again. *CRASH!* And once more. Pleased with that fifth stomp, Drek takes this opportunity to hop on the middle turnbuckle and raise his arms to the crowd, waiting to receive their admiration. Instead, all he hears is boos in return. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” See? COLE And it’s plain to see that the tables have turned in this matchup. Tony started the match out intelligently by using any means necessary to keep Drek away from his ankle. But now that Drek has exposed that weakness, Tony is in very serious trouble. CABOOSE But this is going to be Drek Stone’s downfall, and I said this back when I still supported him. Instead of continuing the attack, he is way too preoccupied with posing to the fans. You do not stop attacking a man as experienced as Tony Brannigan to taunt the crowd. You’re only asking for trouble. COACH Oh, they love it. And you love it too. Everybody loves it. It’s a love-fest here in Indianapolis, Indiana! Meanwhile, while Drek has been posing to the rabid Indy crowd and soaking in their appreciation, Tony has managed to crawl away from the steel steps and take his ankle away from such an exposing danger. Drek, angered to see Tony has escaped from the time being, quickly hops off the turnbuckle and back down to the arena floor. He starts stomping back towards Tony Brannigan but, once he gets close enough, Tony climbs to his feet and tries sliding into the ring as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, he just isn’t quick enough. Drek grabs a solid hold of his right ankle and extends it past the ring apron. He then steps back and drops a nasty elbow across the damaged bone, forcing Tony to yelp in pain once more. With Tony now down on his chest and his ankle hanging outside the ring, Drek picks his arm up and drops another elbow across the leg of Tony Brannigan! Drek keeps his grip of Tony’s ankle intact and begins dragging him towards the nearby corner post. COACH See, Caboose? Drek was able to pose AND stay on the attack! What a multi-tasker, I’m telling you! Once Drek thinks he’s close enough, he grabs Tony’s right ankle, pulls it back – and swings it forward, BANGING Tony’s ankle against the metal turnbuckle! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd reacts in sympathy for Brannigan, but their sympathy can’t buy him a cup of coffee, let alone help him out of this problem. Drek grabs his leg again, pulls it back – and BANGS it against the corner post once again! He reaches back – smacks it against the turnbuckle post a third time! A fourth! A fifth! A sixth! COLE Drek Stone isn’t going to be satisfied until he actually hears Tony Brannigan’s ankle snap! COACH Well, Cole, he said it before. He wants to make sure Dan Black and Tony Brannigan get to ride together in an ambulance tonight. And, I’ll tell you, Drek is certainly carrying out his part of that promise. With Tony still suffering immensely, Drek grabs both his legs and pulls him closer towards the corner post. Still laying on his chest, Tony attempts to grab onto the bottom rope for some kind of leverage, but Drek is too quick for him. He gives Tony a final yank towards the post, finally properly straddling him against the corner, with his right leg and left leg hanging off opposite sides. CABOOSE I think I know what’s about to happen here. COACH Me too! COLE Well, I don’t! Somebody tell me! With Tony now incapacitated for the time being, all Drek needs to do is crank Brannigan’s right ankle, jump up, and fall to the arena floor – -- LOCKING TONY BRANNIGAN IN A CORNER-POST ANKLE LOCK! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The fans collectively gasp as Tony frantically tries to crawl away from the turnbuckle, but Drek Stone has the hold locked in too tight. With Plan A not working, Tony then tries to swing his arms towards the Italian Stallion, hoping he could force his opponent to release the hold. But Drek is too far away from Tony’s reach, making Plan B ineffective as well. Tony Brannigan’s pained screams echo throughout the arena as Drek continues to twist his ankle, desperate to hear the pop of Tony’s ankle bone separating from the rest of his body. Luckily, Plan C is about to come into fruition for Tony Brannigan as the referee begins quickly counting for Drek to release the hold. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Once the referee hits four, Drek Stone finally releases the hold. Tony Brannigan’s ankle hangs limply outside the ring as it is clear that massive damage has now been done. CABOOSE That corner-post ankelock is just so effective in so many ways. Besides the fact that Drek is twisting Tony’s ankle in a completely unnatural position, he adds a lot more pressure to the move by hanging his weight down towards the floor as well. As much as I criticize him, he certainly does know what he’s doing in the ring. Pleased to see Tony struggling to gain his composure, Drek rolls under the bottom rope and back into the ring. As the fans wonder exactly why Drek Stone wasn’t counted out of the match despite being out of the ring for quite some time – to tell you the truth, this intelligent narrator doesn’t know why either – Drek fires a stomp against the back of Tony’s head. Before Tony has a chance to breathe, Drek grabs a solid handful of his hair and tries pulling the big man back up to his feet. However, once he does so, Tony hits him with a big elbow to the ribs! The fans roar as Drek doubles over for a second, winded and completely surprised that Brannigan still has so much fight in him. CABOOSE You see that?! Tony Brannigan still has some fight left in him! Drek walks over to Tony again and gets another hard elbow to the chest! Once again, the fans pop. Drek recoils for a moment after the second blow, allowing Tony to gain some of his mental bearings back, but he’s not going to be deterred. With ferocity now, he charges towards the established tag-team superstar – -- and gets lifted HIGH in a gorilla-press slam position by Tony Brannigan! COACH Oh no! This is bad! COLE Where does he get this strength?! CABOOSE Look at his feet, Cole. While Tony’s left leg is solidly on the ground, he is keeping his right ankle slightly off the mat, making sure not to put any unnecessary pressure on it. He inches his way closer to the ropes. CABOOSE The power that Tony Brannigan has. Not any man can lift and hold Drek Stone over his head while only supporting himself on one leg! Drek Stone came into this match knowing about Tony’s overwhelming strength, and it seems he has fallen into that trap. The fans explode in cheers as Tony continues to hold Drek Stone high over his head, flashbulbs popping all around the arena. Once the fans have gotten their fill of watching Drek squirm in mid-air, Tony throws Drek Stone up… …and watches as the Italian Stallion plummets towards the mat. But instead of hitting the floor, Drek’s sternum bounces off the top rope! The momentum of the move springs Drek back to his feet. He spins around dizzily, leaving him easy prey for Tony to bring him down with a WICKED standing lariat! Drek and Tony instantly crumple to the mat as the crowd salutes Tony’s perseverance! CABOOSE And that’s exactly what Tony Brannigan needs to do in this matchup! Maximize his strengths. Minimize his weaknesses. Use his power to its highest advantage while minimizing the amount of movement he does in the ring. Tony didn’t need to run across the ring with that lariat to have it be effective. With Drek still down, Tony drapes an arm across the former Heavyweight Champion’s chest. The referee counts! ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE~! TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO~! KICKOUT! Drek throws his shoulder up spiritedly, showing he’s not nearly ready to be counted out. COACH Of course, Caboose, the question needs to be asked. Running carries a lot of momentum and strength with it. Could that pinfall have gotten the three count if Tony DID run with that lariat? Realizing he needs to seize this opportunity to capitalize, Tony quickly grabs the top rope and pulls himself back up to a standing position. Putting weight tenderly on his right ankle, he grabs Drek by his neck and forces him back up. He then forces Stone into a front-facelock position and, picking his right ankle up off the mat in order to inadvertently cast any weight on it, picks Drek up over his head in a vertical suplex position! COLE Wow! Once again, there’s Tony Brannigan demonstrating his strength advantage. It’s not easy to lift a man up in a suplex position with the use of both legs, let alone one! CABOOSE As I said before, maximize your strengths. Minimize your weaknesses. Once again, flashbulbs pop throughout the building as Tony Brannigan continues to hold Drek Stone up in this stalling suplex, pleased to see Drek’s face beginning to turn bright red as the blood flows towards his head. Almost as if he’s mocking the Italian Stallion, Tony hops up and down on his left foot a couple of times – before FINALLY bringing Drek Stone down with a spine-tingling suplex! He immediately floats over for the cover. ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE~! TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOO~! SHOULDER UP! Once again, Drek Stone gets a shoulder up! CABOOSE Notice how, after every move, Tony Brannigan is trying to get the pinfall as quickly as possible. That’s his experience there. He knows he has to end this one as soon as possible if he wants to come out with the win. Meanwhile, there have been several points in the match where Drek could have feasibly gotten the pinfall, and he hasn’t done it. That just shows his inexperience, as good as he may be. That could spell the difference in the result. Taking a deep breath, Tony places a hand on Drek’s chest and uses his opponent’s body to push himself back up to his feet. He immediately falls against the ring ropes to prop himself up and let him regain some composure. Meanwhile, Drek has started stirring in the ring, warily moving up to his knees. Disappointed to see his enemy up so soon, Tony tries limping forward as quickly as possible to catch his opponent off-guard with a hard left kick. However, Drek Stone was already waiting. With surprising speed, he catches Tony’s left leg, meaning the big man now has to try to support himself on his tender right ankle. As Tony grimaces in pain, Drek rapidly spins Brannigan’s leg around, then falls and sweeps T-Bod’s ankle out from underneath him. Once Tony hits the mat in agony, Drek swiftly jumps up and comes down with a somersault senton on the ankle-bone of Tony Brannigan. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The fans respond with astonishment at Drek’s impressive speed as Tony is now back to helplessly clutching his ankle in the middle of the ring. COACH There we go. See, Boose? Just as you start counting out Drek Stone, he comes right back to surprise everyone in this building. Especially Tony Brannigan! Following the senton, Drek immediately pops back up to his feet. With a sly smile, he looks at the wounded body of Tony below him. Delighted at seeing Brannigan look so tortured, Drek moves over to the two-time tag champion and takes this opportunity to stand over the prone carcass of his opponent. Looking out at the crowd, who are only to eager to hurl their ire at the Italian Stallion, Drek holds both his arms out to different sides. He then clasps both hands behind the back of his head and begins gyrating his hips over the body of Tony Brannigan – the man who brought this taunt into the OAOAST. Many of the women in the crowd scream as Drek flexes his muscles and swivels in a clear attempt to disrespect the legend at his feet. COACH Oh, this is excellent. Simply ravishing! COLE Simply humiliating is what this is. Once he finishes dancing over Tony’s body, Drek then rubs a hand across his forehead and wipes the sweat from his brow onto Tony’s unconscious body. The fans groan at this disgusting display of arrogance as Drek laughs noticeably to himself. Yet without warning, Tony suddenly picks his head up and wraps his arm around Stone’s head. He then rolls him down to the mat with a fast small package! ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE~! TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO~! THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE~! KICKOUT! Drek Stone just manages to muscle his way out of the pinning predicament! Both men immediately try to pick themselves up out of the move. However, with his Achilles heel, Tony is obviously the slower of the two. This allows Drek to slip behind him and give him a hard sweeping kick to the back of Tony’s right ankle, sending the big man right back down to the mat. COLE And we were only one millisecond away from seeing this match end! Drek Stone needs to stop with his arrogance and get down to business! With Brannigan back down clutching his ankle, Drek looks out at the crowd and arrogantly slaps his chest in a salute to all his Indianapolis supporters. He screams “THIS GOES OUT TO MY MAN HOFF!” with a slight grin before turning his attention back towards his opponent. CABOOSE Well, looks like he listened to you there, Cole. Tony tries crawling his way out of the ring, seeming to know what’s about to come next, but he just isn’t fast enough. Before he can slide underneath the bottom rope, Drek grabs a solid grip of his right ankle and pulls him in the center of the ring. He then begins twisting the ankle violently, sending the crowd into a frenzy. COLE ANKLELOCK! ANKLELOCK! COACH This is it! Tony should tap out NOW before the damage can be done! As Drek Stone tries frantically to lock in the anklelock, Tony realizes he needs to escape this situation immediately or tap out. There is no other alternative. Realizing he is much too far from the ropes, he knows there is only one thing left to do. Before Drek can fully wrench the hold in, Tony uses his chiseled biceps to pull himself up and somersault forward! Propelled by this momentum, Drek immediately releases the hold and goes charging towards the turnbuckle. The fans explode, thinking they’re about to see Drek go chest-first into the corner, but if Drek is anything, he’s quick-thinking. Before he can hit the post at full force, he jumps up on the middle turnbuckle instead, escaping a potentially dangerous dilemma. COACH Nice! What athleticism! Not knowing exactly what happened to his opponent, Tony jumps up to his feet, worried where Drek Stone may have landed. Sure enough, once Brannigan is up, Drek jumps off the middle turnbuckle with a double axehandle – but Tony catches him in mid-air in a bearhug position. He then tosses Drek Stone OVER HIS HEAD and halfway across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The fans rise up with a rabid series of cheers as Drek’s body smacks against the mat in a nasty landing. With one hand resting on his spine, Drek immediately uses the middle rope to pull himself back up to his feet. The former Italian Champion is now taking deep breaths now, trying to get some oxygen back into his stunned lungs. Seeing Tony make his way back up to his feet now, Drek’s eyes widen and an outraged scowl crosses his face. CABOOSE I think Drek Stone is finally starting to realize that Tony Brannigan, regardless of a hurt ankle or not, is one of the toughest superstars to ever compete in this federation. Regardless of how much he is suffering, he just will not stay down! COACH Yeah? Well….neither will Drek! So, ha. COLE You got him. Before Tony has a full opportunity to regain his wits, Drek comes stomping forward and angrily kicks his ankle out from underneath him once again. Once Tony hits the mat, Drek immediately starts stomping Brannigan’s leg, ignoring the tortured yells of his hated opponent. Not pleased with just kicking his opponent, he also starts smacking forearms against T-Bod’s ankle, looking to further injure the leg any way he can. COLE Guys, I think Drek Stone may be losing it! COACH No, no. He’s just a little frustrated. My boy knows how to keep his cool, believe me. Realizing that this alone is not going to be enough to get the job done, Drek grabs a harsh hold of Tony’s right ankle and drags him violently towards a nearby turnbuckle. He drapes T-Bod’s right leg on the bottom rope and immediately begins climbing the turnbuckle with his back facing his opponent. COLE He may be going for that same split-legged moonsault across the ankle that we saw him pull out at AngleMania V against Tony Brannigan. COACH Of course. Why not? It worked for him then. It’s only logical that it would work for him now! Once Drek gets to the top rope, he gets distracted by the crowd for a second, who are collectively gazing upon him with disapproving eyes. This gives Tony Brannigan the chance to kick the referee standing nearby him with his left leg, sending the official hurtling towards the ropes! Once the referee hits the cables, the ropes shake violently enough to completely disrupt Drek’s footing. He loses his balance and… “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” …falls groin-first onto the top turnbuckle! COACH NO! That should be an immediate disqualification! CABOOSE Yeah, well, all’s fair in war. Tony Brannigan can bend the rules just as well as Drek Stone can, even if he might not show it off nearly as frequently. Drek looks up at the lights in anguish, taking in deep breaths to try and alleviate the sharp pain building in his stomach. Meanwhile, Tony has gingerly made his way onto his knees and back up to his feet. It is obvious that he is unwilling to give Drek Stone any time to regain the advantage in this matchup once again. Seeing that Drek’s back is still facing towards him, an aggressive smile crosses the face of Brannigan. Limping heavily towards his opponent, Tony stops once he gets close enough. He then turns around so that the two men are resting back-to-back against one another. Reaching his arms back, he grasps his hands around the neck of his opponent, trapping Drek Stone in a concrete grip. He then delicately hobbles away from the turnbuckle, pulling Drek off the top rope, tenaciously holding him in mid-air by his throat. As the two men continue to remain positioned back-to-back, Drek tries kicking his legs excitedly to escape from the choking position, but Tony will not be deterred. COLE Could we be seeing…?! COACH Oh God, no! Let’s hope not! But Coach’s prayers aren’t enough to help save Drek from this one. Powerless to do anything to stop this, Stone’s body goes limp as Tony drops down – -- AND SNAPS DREK’S NECK WITH A RUDE-AWAKENING NECKBREAKER! COACH NO!! COLE WHOA! Drek’s neck cracked with that one! As Drek crumples face-first to the mat, the fans begin frantically cheering as Tony warily sits on the mat, mopping some of the cool sweat from his damp forehead. He then turns and wipes the sweat towards his fallen opponent, sending the crowd into a frenzy. As fast he can, he crawls over to Drek and turns him over. The referee quickly makes the count! ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO~! THRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! NO!! SHOULDER UP!! COACH There you go! Ask what can keep Tony Brannigan down ALL YOU WANT! The real question of this matchup is exactly what Tony can do to keep Drek Stone down for a three count! And, I’ll tell you, the answer is absolutely nothing! Tony can not beat Drek Stone. Not tonight. Not ever! Although frustrated that Drek managed to kick out of that, Tony seems to be encouraged more than anything else. With startling speed, Tony rises back up to his feet and begins pouding his fists against his chest emphatically, sending the crowd into hysterics. COLE Here we go! Looks like Tony Brannigan is finally ready to put this one to sleep with the Out-of-Body Experience! With a defiant and eager expression on his face, Tony grabs a handful of Drek’s hair and forces his stunned opponent back up to a standing position. Clutching Stone’s arm powerfully, Tony gives Drek a HARD irish-whip into the ropes. Drek bounces off the cables and comes barreling back at a remarkable speed! Tony Brannigan gets ready for the SPINEBUSTERRRRRRR – -- BUT DREK STONE SLIDES UNDERNEATH TONY BRANNIGAN’S LEGS! COACH The athleticism shines once again! Immediately after gliding away from Tony’s attack, Drek pops right back up to his feet. But Tony, seeming to know his opponent was going to do that, looks to be just one step ahead. Once Drek turns around to face T-Bod once again… …TONY BRANNIGAN LIFTS DREK STONE UP HIGH IN THE AIR FOR THE SPINEBUSTER… …BUT HIS ANKLE CAVES FROM UNDERNEATH HIM! COACH YES! YES! Shades of AngleMania V! For just a moment, Tony’s grip weakens as he focuses his attention towards his poorly damaged ankle. That allows Drek – in mid-air – to grab Tony’s head… …swing around… …AND FALL WITH THE STONECUTTER!! NO!! By sheer strength alone, Tony keeps Drek from falling down to the mat with his finishing move! Instead, using his power, Tony keeps the former Italian Champion grounded on his feet! He then gives Drek a hard knee to the abdomen, forcing the Italian Stallion to double over and gasp for air! COLE Could this finally be it?! With his opponent wheezing desperately for air, Tony seizes the opportunity by slipping behind Drek so that the two are standing back-to-back once again. And, just as before, he forces Drek into position for a reverse neckbreaker. CABOOSE Drek Stone survived the first Rude Awakening. There’s no way he will be able to survive a second one. Trapped in a dangerous dilemma, only inches away from certain defeat, Drek lets his impulsiveness take over. He lifts his leg up, sways it forward, and then swings it back, giving Tony a hard kick against the back of his right ankle! With an anguished yell, Tony releases the hold and bends down to try and quickly massage his ankle. With the two men now still standing back-to-back, this gives Drek the chance to slickly take one step backwards, grabbing Tony Brannigan’s head in a front-facelock position along the way. COACH AND JUST LIKE THAT… With Drek now standing in front of Tony, holding his opponent in a front-facelock position, HE LIFTS THE BIG MAN UP – -- AND SPIKES HIM INTO THE MAT WITH THE STONECUTTER!! The Indianapolis crowd explodes in astonishment, amazed to see just how quickly the StoneCutter managed to come out of nowhere! With a satisfied grin, Drek swiftly turns Tony over and hooks the leg! ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~! TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!~! THRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~! *DING! DING! DING!* A massive reaction of cheers and jeers – mostly jeers -- rises up from the Indianapolis crowd as “Woke Up This Morning” blasts over the loudspeakers to commemorate Drek Stone’s win. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall….DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREK STONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! With a superior smile, Drek Stone immediately rolls out of the ring and begins backing up the ramp. The referee chases after him so he could lift his arm up to the crowd, which receives another gigantic mixed reaction in return. COLE What a heart-breaker for Tony Brannigan. To fight so valiantly for the win and come up just a little bit short…it’s a damn shame. CABOOSE Agreed. He gave it everything he had. COACH Yeah, yeah. Sucks for him. Whatever. The real story here – the story we all need to be paying attention to now – is that Drek Stone is back! He came here tonight with one goal on his mind. To show that he was better than Tony Brannigan. And, my God, he certainly proved that here tonight! Meanwhile, in the ring, Tony Brannigan cradles his ankle tenderly, trying desperately to get the blood circulating back into his leg. The referee slides back into the ring to check on Tony’s condition and tries to help the big man up, but Tony simply shoves the referee off to the side, not wanting his help at all. Instead, Tony uses the top rope to lift himself back up, not concerned with the extent of the injury he may have suffered here tonight. Once he gets back up to his feet, the majority of the fans in Indianapolis rise to give him a standing ovation. “TO-NY!” “TO-NY!” “TO-NY!” COLE This is a great thing to see. The fans are showing their appreciation for Tony Brannigan – a man that came into this match knowing he was battling against the odds. Yet still, he took Drek Stone to his furthest limits, coming only a second away at certain points from getting the win. CABOOSE You want to say Drek Stone came here with a game plan tonight? Well, Tony Brannigan came out here with a game plan and carried it out masterfully. So he might have been hobbled with a bad ankle. He still used his strength to his utmost advantage while limiting his movement in the ring, keeping Drek off-balance for a good portion of the matchup. COACH Yes, but he didn’t get the win. That’s the point. He didn’t get the win and Drek Stone DID. Drek Stone moved one more notch up in the rankings by pinning this self-proclaimed legend tonight. Drek Stone has proved to all his critics that he’s back and better than ever. He has gotten revenge for his AngleMania V loss. And, most importantly, he has taken one step closer to the Heavyweight Championship while Tony Brannigan has taken one step back! This night could not have turned out any better for Drek Stone! As Tony waves out to the crowd, appreciative of their support, he looks out to the top of the ramp where Drek Stone is standing with a conceited and smug smile on his face. Rejoicing in the glow of his win tonight at Living Anglelously 2006, Drek Stone slaps his chest and extends his arms arrogantly, receiving another mixed reaction in return. Some fans appreciating the effort of this conceited and condescending superstar. Most fans jeering the egotistical behavior he has demonstrated both in this match and in his celebration afterwards. As Tony stares out at him in passionate rage, thinking that the only way Drek got this win tonight was by injuring him three nights ago, Drek is much too proud of his win to let Tony’s angry glares bring him down. Drek just stares at Tony happily as if to say “Tony, I was the better man tonight.” As if to say “Tony, I will always be the better man.”

COLE Up next at Living Angleously, we have perhaps the most intriguing contest of the night. The trio of Jamie O'Hara, and Scotty Static and Johnny Jax of the GPX, taking on Zack Malibu, and two mystery partners. COACH It ain't intriguing at all, Michael Cole. You think about it this way...if Malibu had anyone worthwhile backing him up, he'd have revealed it to the world right now to get some extra bank off the buyrates. CABOOSE He doesn't get a cut of the pay per view take, Coach. COACH Says you. COLE At any rate, O'Hara and the GPX having been making Malibu's life a living hell for nearly a year now, and now proclaim that they're going to use Malibu to gain street cred, by eradicating him from the wrestling industry! CABOOSE That's something that's easier said than done. Besides, we don't know who Zack has backing him up, whether it's some OAOAST stars past or present, some of his HI-YAH allies, or somebody brand new to the fold. COACH I'm tellin' you, there ain't nothing to worry about! Malibu ain't what he used to be. He's too predictable, too serious, too one-dimensional. You heard my boys the other night...Zack Malibu is a shell of what made him famous, and if anyone is leeching off the name "Zack Malibu" to stay credible, it's the man himself! What my boys are doing to him, what they're gonna do tonight...baby it's a mercy killing! "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabes..." The lights drop, and so does the mood of the fans, as their raucous buzzing turns to a sea of catcalls and jeers for one of the most unpopular trios to grace the squared circle. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is SIX MAN tag team action! Introducing first, hailing from Hotlanta, GA, and the 313-Detroit, MI, they are the team of Scotty Static and Johnny Jax...the GLOBAL PARRRRTY EXCHAAAANGE! Their tag team partner, hailing from Birmingham, England, this is JAAAAAAMIE O'HARAAAAAA! Cocky and confident, the trio of instigators walk the ramp, with O'Hara the most animated of the three with his "I'll take you all on" attitude. Static and Jax converse with one another as Jamie gets all up in everyone's grill...including the camera man, and the viewers at home, who are dared to "get off yo' couches and come get it!" by the brash Britain. The trio steps into the ring and taunts the crowd, working the fans that they once gave a damn about, before Static swipes the mic from Michael Buffer. STATIC That will be all, Michael. You earned your check, now take a seat. Buffer, confused since he has the opponents to introduce, protests, but Static brushes him off. Seeing that it's falling on deaf ears, Buffer exits the ring, leaving Scotty with some mic time. STATIC Well, here we are. Living Angleously 2006, and we are LIVE! Now, there's been a LOT of talk about just who Zack Malibu's partners are going to be tonight. Who are these masked men that he has to thank for saving his ass the last few weeks? Who are these men who think that everyday is Halloween? Well folks, I've got news for you...if you've paid attention to professional wrestling over the years, mystery partners are never a good thing. If you will, direct your attention to the Angletron, please... COLE Oh lord, what now? The Angletron, which was flashing the logo of Living Angleously, now shows a picture of wrestling legend "Superfly" Jimmy Snuka. STATIC EXHIBIT A. This man, known the world over for diving off a cage, soaring through the air, and getting beaned in the head with a coconut, came in as a mystery partner in 1996 for a certain company, when he was about 10 years past his prime! I mean, would YOU take a 60 year old man dressed in leopard spandex seriously? Even Mick Jagger doesn't get that kind of love! The fans boo loudly at the mockery of the legendary superstar, as his image fades and is replaced with another. SAVIO VEGA~! STATIC Yeah, now believe me, I don't expect you guys to pop for THIS face. Plus, if he was gonna show up as ANYONE'S partner, letdown or not, it'd probably be for the Lightning Crew, ya know? So we can scratch him off the list. But the point remains, the mystery man in wrestling is always...ALWAYS... At this point, Jax puts his hand over the mic, and interjects. JAX Yo man, what about Hulk Hogan? He was the third man in the NWO! STATIC Wha...WHAT? Hogan? Please...he'd never play second fiddle to Malibu. He'd probably come in here as ask to punk us all three on one, and then have Jamie put over Brutus Beefcake! JAMIE I ain't puttin' over no Barber, yo. JAX OK, OK...what about Curt Hennig!? STATIC You mean Mr. Perfect? O'Hara slaps Jax's forearm, and Jax seems surprised. STATIC Dude, he passed away years ago! Even Malibu couldn't carry all that dead weight! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Jax and O'Hara make those "yeah, you're right" type of faces, as Static pleads his case. STATIC Well, whatever...whatever...you know what, we don't need to guess, because it's time for show and tell! Malibu, you and whoever you got with you, get your asses out here now! Static makes the call, and just seconds later, Papa Roach's hit "Getting Away With Murder" starts pumping through the speakers, pumping up all the fans in attendance. After the slow, bass-heavy intro, the wailing guitars pave the way for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion to appear on the ramp, flanked by three men clad from head to toe in black, their faces still a mystery to the world. COLE Here comes the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, and he's got his friends with him! COACH He's got one too many with him! That third guy...ONE of those guys...have no business being out here! Malibu and company enter the ring, and the sight of the four men send the GPX and O'Hara back pedaling, although Static still has the mic. STATIC Whoa...whoa now. Let's get one thing clear...we signed on for this match, but not to take on Zack Malibu and The Executioners! COACH Haha! My man Scotty is on FIRE with the old school references tonight! STATIC Malibu, you want this match to happen, you get your boys to take off their masks right here and now, or it's NOT GONNA HAPPEN! The crowd boos, and Malibu protests the call, as Static just nods his head. STATIC You heard me. Either you let us know exactly what we're up against right now, or we WALK. That means no match, and that means YOU have to answer to Bill Watts or whoever calls you in the morning and blames you for the bait and switch. The little "man behind the mask" game has run it's course, it's been real, it's been cute, but it's all over now. Let's see who you got there, huh...whaddya got, Leon Rodez playing hero again... Static goes to tug on the mask of one of the men, only to have his hand knocked away, and have the man approach him, going nose to nose. STATIC You think you scare me? You think I'm afraid. Who's the one hiding behind a mask, huh? Who's afraid of what? Malibu calls his allies back, and takes a deep sigh, knowing full well he's been backed into a corner. He motions for the mic from Static. MALIBU You know, last Thursday night, you guys got real personal. You told me that I'm not what I once was. Not that I can't hang in the ring, or sell tickets, but that my character, my essence of being...all of my traits...were gone. That I was just another drone of the company, and that I fell into normalcy, and that I took the company down with it. That the days of beltshots and Hollywood invasions and stunt doubles and monsters and everything...EVERYTHING that made this company great, was gone. You told me that things got too serious, and too predictable. Well, I agree on one thing, that this tonight, is serious. However, I don't think you can call me predictable. Because you said the other night you wanted the old Zack back. You wanted the instigator, the ballbuster, the pain in the ass, the cocky, confident, antagonizing son of a bitch that I used to be, BACK. Well, ask and ye shall receive, because for tonight, I did just that. I thought outside of the box. I went to a place no one thought I'd go to for backup. I didn't look to the Originals. I didn't look on our roster. I didn't look to HI-YAH...I didn't do ANYTHING you'd think Zack Malibu would do. No, no, this isn't something that Zack Malibu the company man would do, but it's something that the old Zack Malibu would do to even a score, because he would go to any length to pull himself back up. So you want to know who your opponents are? Take a good long look at the faces that are going to haunt you long after tonight. TAKE THE MASKS OFF! Malibu makes the call, and two of the three men step forward, slowly pulling their masks back until they get them up over their forehead...then rip them back and lift their heads to reveal BRUCE BLANK AND BLOODSHED OF THE SMARKS WRESTLING FEDERATION! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" COLE What the...WHAT THE HELL!? CABOOSE That's Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, Cole! Those are two of the most dangerous men in wrestling today! COLE But they don't work for us...do they? COACH NO! NO THEY DON'T! This must be a violation of some contract right? RIGHT? The crowd is ecstatic, as the two men, known the world over for their bloody wars with superstars of the SWF, have arrived in the OAOAST! Static, Jax, and O'Hara can't believe what they've gotten themselves into, as Static kicks the ropes and shouts to the crowd to shut up. COLE Listen to these fans, they can't believe it, but what a coup Zack Malibu has come up with! The GPX and O'Hara dealt him a hand, and he has trumped them with these...these wildcards! Blank and Bloodshed look their most intimidating, while Malibu plays to the crowd. MALIBU So there you go. You wanted the unthinkable, the unpredictable, the Zack Malibu who can scheme and scam with the best of 'em? He's BACK...and he's got some company with him! Now, if you're ready to do this thing... STATIC Whoa whoa WHOA there, Malibu. First off, don't get ahead of yourself. Think of this like a game of chess...one move doesn't win a game. Besides, if you want us to fight, we want ALL the masks off, you dig? So let's go...you...off with it. Let's see who else you got...or did you blow your whole lo... Before Static can finish, the third masked man comes forward, right in his face, and yanks his mask off to reveal... THE URBAN LEGEND, TODD CORTEZ! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" CABOOSE I DON'T BELIEVE IT! COLE Neither do I! The Urban Legend, here in an OAOAST ring along with Bruce Blank and Bloodshed! Did you ever think you'd see the day!? Scotty Static obviously didn't, because he gulps and steps back, as his partners remain still. Cortez just smirks and then steps back, then turns around and high fives and embraces Malibu, while Blank snickers and Bloodshed stares. COLE I...I can't believe it! Zack Malibu has found three of the most notorious fighters in the world to back him up! Notice how I didn't say wrestlers...these men are FIGHTERS! CABOOSE If you asked me to write down ten names on a sheet of paper for who I thought was under those masks, none of these men would have made it. Malibu has truly thought outside the box on this one, and it's going to be hell for the GPX and O'Hara to pay! As the bell sounds, Malibu motions that he'll start things off, leaving Blank and Bloodshed to retreat to the apron, while Cortez takes a spot down on the ringside floor. COACH See, I don't like this. What business does this Cortez character have at ringside? Send him to the back! Despite Coach's protests, Cortez remains. With the crowd still buzzing from the revelation of Zack Malibu's newfound allies, Jamie O'Hara tells his partners he's "got this", and wants to be the first one to start off with Zack. COLE O'Hara wants to kick things off for his team, and these two men just had quite a clash for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title along with Faqu just a week and a half ago on HeldDOWN~! Malibu braces for a lockup, but the brash O'Hara comes forward and shoves him back, then starts shouting him down about his partners. Malibu, never one to be intimidated, steps forward, but O'Hara doesn't back up, and instead slaps the taste out of his mouth! Malibu flinches from the slap, then comes back with one of his own, repaying the favor to the young thug! O'Hara comes back and nails Malibu with a forearm shot that sends him staggering back, then cracks him with two hard chops before racing to the ropes. He comes off, but surprises Malibu by sliding through his legs, then popping up behind him and grabbing a rear waistlock, running him to the ropes...but Malibu holds on to prevent from being taken over. O'Hara rolls backwards and pops up to his feet, charging Zack and managing to duck a clothesline attempt before hitting a dropk-no! Malibu swats him down, and then goes into a mount, pinning O'Hara to the mat while peppering him with right hands, as Jamie tries to shove Zack off! Malibu breaks on his own will, and brings Jamie up to his feet by his hair, causing the high-flyer to wince before striking him with a chop! O'Hara reels, and Malibu sends him to the ropes, catching him with a hiptoss on the rebound! He moves down for O'Hara, but Jamie kicks Zack back with both feet, then kips up as Zack rolls to his feet at the same time! The two foes now eye each other and begin circling each other again, as the crowd applauds loudly for their showcased hostility. CABOOSE They may be two of our most exciting superstars, and they may even respect each other, but the hatred between Zack Malibu and these three hooligans has never been more apparent. Immediately, the two move towards each other and lock up, with Malibu snaring him in a side headlock only to have O'Hara slip out easily. Zack then has to absorb three clubbing forearms that O'Hara uses to wear him down before pulling him back up to a vertical base and snapping him to the mat with a Russian legsweep. Now it's O'Hara who rolls over into a mount and starts hammering on Zack, stunning him with a quick succession of punches before leading him to his feet and then slapping him across the face yet again, this time being the hardest of all! O'Hara then delivers a kick to the stomach and sets him up for a suplex, but as he's lifted Malibu floats over, and grabs O'Hara for a back suplex...but he floats through that and takes Malibu down from behind with a double leg, then sits on his back and pulls his head back, then jams his fingers into Malibu's mouth and pulls back on his cheeks, looking to tear the skin off of the superstar's face! COACH Tear him up, J! Tear him up! Referee Charles Robinson protests the tactic, telling O'Hara he's got until the count of five to break. Jamie milks it for all it's worth before getting off of Zack's back, and then delivers a hard boot to the back of the head before moving towards his corner and tagging in Scotty Static to an ovation of boos and jeers. COLE Ref sees the tag, and now the spokesperson himself comes in as the legal man. Static steps into the ring, and as Malibu comes up, he gets snared in a rear waistlock and taken right back to the mat. Static then stands over him and paintbrushes across the back of his head numerous times, then stands and spits right at Bruce Blank before backing up and extending his arms, offering himself to the newcomer. Blank just chuckles, having seen it all before...but then spits right back at Static, catching the party animal right on the chest with a loogie! CABOOSE That's cute. Static is disgusted, but before he can react, he's spun around by Malibu, who unloads with a flurry of right hands, then a hard chop that knocks Static to the mat! Static gets picked right back up by Zack, who grabs him by the waist and hurls him overhead with a release Northern Lights suplex! Static bounces off the mat and quickly rolls to his feet, hurriedly picking himself up with the aid of the ropes...but a furious Malibu charges, and connects with a running lariat that sends both of them out to the floor below! COLE They've toppled out to the ringside area, but keep an eye on everyone else, because this is a point where things tend to break down... Malibu and Static both get up, and face to face again, they trade hard slaps before Malibu takes Scotty and sends him to the guardra...REVERSED! Malibu gets sent across the floor and slams hard into the metal barricade, leaving Static to roll back into the ring and recover. Acting dazed, Static uses Robinson to try and pull himself to his feet, and with Robinson preoccupied, Jamie O'Hara walks to the far side of the apron, then runs across it, leaping off and crashing down atop Malibu with a splash against the railing! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" COACH Ha HA! Thatta boy, J! Blank bluntly questions "what the hell was that" to the official, who has no idea what just went on. Bloodshed remains silent, peering across the ring as O'Hara hops back up to his spot on the apron, leaving Malibu a crumpled mess on the floor. He slowly pushes up and crawls back to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, but as he rises to his feet Static hits the ropes and knocks him over with a running kneelift. Malibu gets picked up off the mat by his foe and sent to the rival corner, crashing against the turnbuckles, but when Static races towards him, he runs right into a boot! Malibu then nails both O'Hara and Jax with a right hand, knocking them off their perch, then turns to see Static charging again! He sidesteps, and Static crashes chest first into the turnbuckles, only to be shoved back into them a second time, then pulled out and dropped on the mat with a German Suplex! CABOOSE Malibu's pent up frustration is certainly shining through in this match, and one can only wonder for now how much of that has passed onto his newfound allies. After releasing the suplex Zack quickly rolls over towards his corner and makes the tag to the big brawler, Bruce Blank, which draws a large pop from the crowd! COLE Looks like we're about to find out, 'Boose! Blank, who is chomping at the bit to get in the ring. The second the hands touch the big redneck steps into the ring and approaches Static, grinning at the self-appointed spokesperson of the "Hooligans" as Caboose would call them. COLE Scotty Static doesn't seem too happy about having to lock up with Bruce Blank! Bruce raises his arms and tries to lock up with Static but the smaller man deftly ducks under his arms and then lands a drop kick to Bruce’s back – a drop kick that has little effect on Bruce except for pushing him forward half a step. CABOOSE This guy is PURE power. Static barely budged him! COACH He's a big lug! You think that because he's all tall and burly and smilin' like Nicholson in The Shining that we should fear him? COLE YES! Bruce quickly turns around and with a grin invites Scotty Static to drop kick him once more while he spreads his arms out and gives his opponent a free shot. The arrogant smirk is quickly wiped off his face as Jamie O’Hara sneaks into the ring and dropkicks Bruce in the back before the referee can stop him. As the referee is distracted by Jamie Johnny enters the ring behind his back and doubles up with Static to dropkick Bruce square in the chest knocking the big man into the corner. COACH There you go!! Small and smart beats big and stupid every time. CABOOSE And you’re the foremost expert on stupid, Coach. Johnny Jax grabs Scotty by the wrist and then whips his smaller tag-team partner towards Bruce in the corner, speeding him up. Scotty leaps at Bruce but instead of striking the big man he finds himself backdropped OVER the turnbuckle pole to the ground... ONTO HIS FEET!! COACH See that? See? That’s TALENT damn it! Static can’t help but grin as he points to the side of his head showing just how smart he is, a grin that’s quickly wiped off his face when Todd Cortez grabs him by the waistband of his bands and spins him around, tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope! COACH What did I say? Does anyone EVER listen to me? Cortez should not be out here, he’s just here to stick his nose into the match. Zack looks down at Cortez, having not expected the "Urban Legend" to get involved, while Cortez backs off when the referee accosts him. Once he's back in the ring, Static finds himself covered by Blank, who takes advantage of Todd's assist. ONE!! TWO!! FOOT TO THE BACK!! Jamie O'Hara rushes in, stomping on the back of the newcomers head to break up the pin attempt. Blank gets up, laughing to himself as O'Hara, brash as he is, shoves Blank and dares him to come at him! The referee quickly seperates the two, and pushes O'Hara back to his corner...leaving Blank open for a lowblow from Static! COACH Oh yeah!! Oh yeah that’s how you do it! Scotty bolts from the mat and towards the ropes, hooking Blank's head as he comes towards him off the rebound. He kicks off the canvas and jumps into the air, swinging around...but Blank clutches both of Scotty's legs and runs forward, driving him hard into the corner and pinning him against the buckles while he tags Zack Malibu back in! COLE Nice block by Blank, who brings Malibu back into the fray. Malibu comes back in and immediately goes to work on Scotty, striking him with a pair of left jabs before hopping up on the ropes and monkey flipping Static out of the corner...but Scotty, quick as a cat, lands on his feet again, and dives towards his corner, tagging in O'Hara! CABOOSE Static wanted to get the hell out of there! O'Hara slingshots up onto the top rope, and dives off as Malibu turns and approaches, coming down on the prep with a high crossbody block! O'Hara covers... ONE! ...but Malibu pushes him off at the count of one! Zack gets up and grabs a side headlock, but O'Hara pushes him towards the ropes and leaps onto his shoulders, snapping Zack over with a quick huracanrana! O'Hara gets up and then turns to Zack's corner, and nails both Blank and Bloodshed, stunning both! COLE These two...three if you count Cortez...but these guys are some of the most brutal, sadistic men in the wrestling world today...and Jamie O'Hara is BEGGING THEM to come at him? That's suicidal! COACH No fear, baby. We live on the edge! CABOOSE You live with your parents. O'Hara backs off, and Blank and Bloodshed turn to each other, then step into the ring and approach O'Hara. He steps back, rethinking his daring tactic...but now Malibu inches behind him and shoves him forward, right into a HYOOOOGE back bodydrop from both Blank and Bloodshed! Malibu then turns around and nails both Jax and Static, knocking them off the apron and to the floor, while Blank and Bloodshed hold O'Hara in the corner, each by an arm, and Malibu runs across the ring and leaps into the air, crashing into the British badass with a leaping corner splash! Blank and Bloodshed exit the ring and Malibu hurls O'Hara back to the mat, but the preppy one then tags in Bloodshed, who steps right back into the ring and drops an elbow on the fallen O'Hara before kneeling on the canvas and pulling him up into a rear chinlock. COLE Now we see the man, Alan Clark, known as Bloodshed due to his affinity for... COACH Blood? COLE Well, yes. CABOOSE It would seem that Bloodshed is trying to wear the speediest of the three out, but O'Hara is stubborn if not stupid. He won't allow himself to be taken out by these newcomers, no matter what their track record may say. Bloodshed cranks the head of O'Hara, but Jamie fights his way up, and lifts Bloodshed up for a back suplex...who floats through the attempt and lands on his feet! A clubbing forearm, and then many more, double O'Hara over as Bloodshed pounds on him, then whips him to the corner...REVERSED! O'Hara hurls Bloodshed forward into the corner, and he hits hard, sneering as he connects, and then morphing his face right back into the trademark sadistic grin of his. O'Hara charges, and leaps up, trying for a monkey flip, but Bloodshed shoves him down, kicks him in the stomach, then tries for a suplex...but O'Hara lands behind him! He spins Bloodshed around, but before he can try to follow up, Bloodshed rocks him with an inverted atomic drop, then takes him by the head and tosses him through the ropes, sending O'Hara splattering to the ringside floor! COLE Bloodshed simply throwing O'Hara to the floor with...waitaminute, look at Zack... O'Hara gets up, holding his head, and barely notices Malibu racing across the apron for his patented Apron Run...NO! Jamie jumps up and dropkicks his leg out from under him, sending Malibu falling face first on the apron! O'Hara then pulls Zack to the floor and rams his face into the apron, then simply presses it into the hard edge of the ring, mushing his face against the canvas...until Bloodshed delivers a baseball slide that sends O'Hara bouncing backwards and slamming into the guardrail! Bloodshed then runs to the far ropes for some momentum, but as he goes to bounce off them Johnny Jax pulls the ropes down, and Bloodshed goes SPLAT! on the floor below! With the referee busy trying to break up O'Hara and Malibu on the other side, the GPX hop off the apron and go to town on Bloodshed, doubling up on the newcomer before Static lifts him off his feet and then drops him...HARD...onto the guardail crotch-first! In the ring, Bruce Blank walks across the squared circle, but not without incident, as the referee sees him and now tries to block him from going after the GPX, much to his protest! That leaves Cortez, who has seen everything go down, to come around the corner and tackle Johnny Jax from behind and start crossfacing him, making the save for Bloodshed before Charles Robinson exits the ring AGAIN, this time to break up that melee! COACH The referee is losing control! See what Malibu's caused! Robinson shoves Cortez back, and Cortez openly protests his call. Static meanwhile, nods for Jax to go and help O'Hara out on the other side, while Scotty reaches over the railing for a steel chair. Jax hops into the ring and runs across, then leaps up onto the top rope for some springboard momentum...but finds himself shoved onto his back by Bruce Blank! CABOOSE The big man just stuffed Jax on his aerial attempt! The big redneck steps over the ropes and into the ring, plastering Jax with a right hand as he gets up and charges in. He picks Jax up and grabs him by the throat, not noticing that Jamie O'Hara, having sent Zack into the guardrail on the floor, has springboarded into the air, and lands on his back! O'Hara tries to apply a sleeperhold, but Blank squirms, trying to shake the high flyer off of him. He violently releases his grip on Jax shoving him towards the ropes...and just as Jax shakes the cobwebs loose Blank charges, delivering a hard lariat that sends Jax, Blank, AND O'Hara all over the top rope to the floor~! COLE Unbelievable! Bruce Blank just sacrificed himself to take out two members of the opposing team! Robinson stares on in shock as the match is breaking down before his very eyes, and the distraction provided by Blank's tactics keep Charles from noticing Scotty Static brandishing a chair at ringside, and bringing it across Bloodshed's back as he gets up... WHAM! ...but Bloodshed simply turns to Scotty Static, and SMILES! CABOOSE ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Bloodshed, not afraid of the chair, smiles gleefully as Scotty cocks the chair back, this time bringing it down across the crown of his head! WHACK! Bloodshed hobbles, nearly dropping to one knee, but stands right back up and approaches again...and this time Scotty winds up like a cleanup hitter and NAILS him across the side of the head with a shot that brings the pain loving superstar down to the floor! Scotty then disposes of the chair and rolls back into the ring, just as a weary Malibu is doing the same. COLE I don't think...in fact I'm pretty sure Scotty and Zack weren't the legal men when everything got crazy, but the referee letting it go! With all their teammates indisposed, Scotty and Zack trade right hands, until Static gouges Zack's eyes, then pulls his head in close, and BITES it! Zack reels, and then gets sent into the ropes, where Scotty tries a hiptoss...BLOCKED...and Zack swings around with a backslide! ONE! TW...NO! Static rolls through, and grabs Zack as he's getting up, lifting him for a suplex but then dropping him stomach first across the top rope! Static backs up, and tugs on Robinson's shirt, but it's merely a distraction for a recovering O'Hara to climb up to the top rope and deliever a legdrop to the back of Zack's head as he dangles on the ropes, and falls back to the canvas after the move connects! Static then lets go of Robinson, and moves in for the kill, covering Zack's fallen body. ONE! TW...NO! BRUCE BLANK YANKS SCOTTY RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! Blank then takes Scotty by the head and swings him around, sending him headfirst into the ringpost, and Scotty bounces off of it like a beach ball! COACH YO, ROBINSON! YOU GOTTA STOP THIS! COLE This match is really breaking down, because it appears the newcomers are getting a bit of a hardcore itch... CABOOSE And if they scratch that itch, it's going to cost them the victory! With Scotty having been yanked out of the ring, O'Hara slingshots over the ropes and runs up behind Zack, grabbing him in a waistlock and pushing him towards the ropes, then rollling him up for the pin! Robinson counts, probably wanting to get this match over with as soon as possible before things get worse... ONE! TWO! ...but Malibu kicks O'Hara off, and the momentum sends him THROUGH THE ROPES, into a dive onto Blank! COACH YEAH J, YEAH! Once again, Malibu struggles to his feet in the ring, but this time he's knocked right back down, as Johnny Jax enters the ring after having been taken to the floor by Blank earlier, and hits him with a running YAKUZA KICK~! that actually causes Zack to twist in the air before landing hard on the canvas! Jax then starts putting the boots to Zack, and Static, a cut on his forehead opened because of the ringpost shot, slides back in, and now the Global Party Exchange are doubling up on their arch rival! COLE Blank has been wiped out by O'Hara, Bloodshed's out cold in front of us, and Cortez...well he's TRYING to get into the ring, but Robinson is doing his best to get him out of there! Cortez, the last hope, is the one man still fresh at the ringside area...but he's not in the match! The GPX continue to work over Zack, until the crowd begins to stir, because a certain someone at ringside is getting up. COACH How in the... CABOOSE BLOODSHED IS UP! Blood trickling down his face as he stands, it takes the form of a crimson mask, and all Bloodshed can do is grin as the camera's close in on his plasma plastered face. He reaches down and picks up the source of the wound, the chair from earlier, and darts back into the ring, coming towards both unsuspecting GPX members. COLE No...don't do it...don't do what I think you're gonna do! As soon as Johnny Jax turns to Bloodshed, he's blinded...by a spray of Bloodshed's own blood into his eyes! CABOOSE He misted him with the blood! Static reaches for the chair, trying to grab it during the act of bloodmist, but Bloodshed pulls back, and instead brings it over his head and brings it down across Static's knocking him out cold and further opening the cut on his head! As Scotty falls to the canvas, Bloodshed brings the chair down on him again...and again...and AGAIN...tim and time again smashing the steel implement across any open body part he can connect with! Static tries to cove up, but he's further weakened with every shot, as the blood starts to fall from his forehead and stain the canvas. Like a shark, Bloodshed drops the chair and then targets the open wound, holding Static's head in one hand as he claws, then pounds on the wound with hard elbow shots, even digging it into the head of Static! COLE He is busted open badly, and Bloodshed...his hands...they're COVERED in blood! The crowd is roaring as Bloodshed beats on Static. Malibu, who hasn't turned around to see the sight yet, his SCHOOL'S OUT on a blood-blinded Johnny Jax, knocking him out through the ropes and to the floor. O'Hara climbs up on the apron, but before he can react, he's yanked off the apron, then hoisted up onto Blank's shoulders...and hurled into the guardrail with a powerbomb-like manuever! Blank steps on the apron just as Malibu turns to see what's going on...that being Scotty Static being pummelled into a bloody mess! COLE This isn't...I don't think this is what Zack wanted at all! COACH Yeah, RIGHT! Malibu makes a move towards Bloodshed, trying to pry him off of Static...but he gets shoved away for his troubles! The crowd "oohs" as Malibu gets right back up, and both he and Robinson take an arm and try to pry Bloodshed away, but to no avail! Finally, Blank and Cortez come over and forcefully lift Bloodshed up off of Static, and Blank backs him into the corner so that he can't dive for him again. Robinson looks disgusted as he looks down at all the blood, which is just oozing out of a gaping wound across Static's forehead...and then he goes to the ropes and motions for the bell, saying that the match is over! COLE What...that's it? CABOOSE The match is over! Robinson has thrown the match out! As soon as he calls for the bell, Robinson motions for EMT's to hit the ring, checking on Static, which Zack looms over him. Malibu then turns to the three men he brought in, nudging past Blank, and shoving Bloodshed back into the corner, asking "what the hell was that?" Blank goes to put a hand on Zack's shoulder, but Zack knocks it away, then again asks Bloodshed "what the hell was that?" This time, Blank spins Zack around, looking down into the popular superstars eyes, telling him "That's what YOU wanted. That's what we do. You knew that! You knew that!" COACH See, hear what Blank said? That IS what Zack wanted! CABOOSE I don't know...I mean, have they really pushed Zack that far? If this is what he wanted, he doesn't look to happy about it. Malibu, not flinching despite Blank's larger frame, looks up into his eyes and says that's not what he wanted, and then turns to exit the ring. Todd Cortez tries to stop Zack, but Malibu hesitates only momentarily before jumping to the floor and grabbing his HI-YAH Championship off the timekeepers table. He starts to head back to the dressing room, as more medical personnel hit the ring, and order the trio of newcomers out of the ring so that they can tend to Scotty Static. COLE We...we expected a melee, or a brawl, or quite frankly all hell to break loose. What happened here tonight...I mean...that was horrific! He would not stop beating on him. It was almost vampiric in nature, the thirst for blood that that man has! CABOOSE The name "Bloodshed" isn't just a tagline it would seem. Keep in mind though that it was the GPX, namely Scotty Static, who split HIS head open earlier in the contest. I fully believe in retribution, but these actions...I mean this was way over the line. The crowd, who has been stunned by the previous few minutes, remains at a hush as Jax and O'Hara, groggy as they are, come and check on Scotty Static. Meanwhile Blank, Bloodshed and Cortez exit the ring, with Blank looking quite happy despite the lack of victory, or the immediate tension he's facing with the very man he aided tonight. COLE We certainly pride our pay per view events on being a night to remember, but tonight...it could be for all the wrong reasons.