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That's what I was told. That may or not be the case now. MLB wishes they had a boss like Zack Malibu. Never afraid to make a tough decision. Bonds would be blackballed right now.

The plan all along was to end the Black T-Hoff/Stone storyline at AM, so you're safe there. But what's the deal with the Pit and TSM? Is NYU posting shit on you there or something?

It'll never happen, but I wouldn't mind seeing the X and 24/7 unified. Quite honestly, I don't see a point in either title. While guys have done a admirable job in keeping both belts going, haven't they run its course? Didn't Sandman originally create the X title for hardcore matches? And aren't the 24/7 and HL titles basically the same in that the rules involve...well, no rules? I'd be fine with Popick's idea.

Eh. I love it. Then I hate it. Then I love it again. [b]Right Now... an AngleMania Moment![/b] [quote]Alix staggers to her feet and Northstar is right on her case! Northstar puts her into position for the HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE (play of the day)! The crowd boo's louder then they have all match as Northstar sets up for his finisher! THE MOVE IS COUNTERED! Alix uses Northstar's leg to flip him over backwards! NORTHSTAR LANDS ON HIS FEET! Alix leaps into the air and wraps her legs around his hips in a wheelbarrow position! She tries to come down with a bulldog, but Northstar throws her off! With Alix's back to him, Northstar charges with a shoulder block! Alix looks over her shoulder at the last minute, see's Northstar coming and SIDESTEPS Northstar's charge! KRWAAANG! Northstar's shoulder HITS THE EXPOSED STEEL POST! Northstar staggers backwards and Alix nails him with THE DIVORCE~! (single arm DDT!) to his hurt shoulder! THE CROWD POPS LIKE NEVER BEFORE! Alix drapes her arm across Northstar's body and goes for the pin fall! CROWD 1 CROWD 2 CROWD 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The arena FUCKING EXPLODES~! with cheers after Jenna's hand hits the mat for that elusive three count! The fans' cheers almost drown out "One Call Away". COACH (leaping into the air to celebrate) SHE DID IT![/quote] [size=4][b]RIGHT NOW[/b],[/size] [i]C’mon, it’s everything[/i] [size=4][b]RIGHT NOW[/b][/size], [i]Catch a magic moment, do it Right here and now It means everything[/i] [img=http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/4824/am52hx.gif] THE ONLY MANIA WORTH WATCHING! [b]Sunday, April 2nd Live! Only on Pay-Per-View[/b] GENE We're now just 16 days away from all the glitz, all the glamour of the biggest night in professional wrestling, AngleMania V. In one of the most anticipated title bouts in recent memory, the winners of the 2006 Anderson Cup, the Heavenly Rockers, will challenge the New New Midnight Express for the World tag team championship. It was just one week ago on this very program, in one of the most disgusting displays I have ever seen, that "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton and "Narcissistic" Ned Blanchard crashed the house of Holly-Wood, the Heavenly Rockers publicist and girlfriend of Logan Mann. A lot of rumor and innuendo flying around about what went on [i]after[/i] the tape shown last week ended. Some say "The Handsome Hustler" conquered Holly-Wood, while others believe it was all a ruse, a ploy to get inside the minds of Synth and Logan weeks before the biggest match of their careers at AngleMania. I'm going to get to the bottom of this right here, right now, as I bring in the OAOAST World tag team champions, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. Gentlemen, come on in. You have lots of ex... Gene does a double take as Simon wheels in a wheelchair-bound Ned Blanchard, who is also sporting a neckbrace. GENE Wait just a minute. Ned Blanchard, you look like you've just been in a car wreck. SIMON You gotta excuse my partner, Gene. Quite honestly, it hasn't been a good week for us. Jimmy is out with a sore throat and Ned...well, as you can see, he had quite the workout last week. NED Holly was...oh-aw-ag-O-nyyyy, ag-O-nyyyy...an animal. She took her... oooh, it hurts to talk. It hurts to talk. SIMON (comforting voice) Take your time. Just take your time, buddy. NED (groans) She took her sexual frustration with Logan out on me. The mind was willing, but the body...ugh... the body could only handle so much. Awww, hell...! Ned sits up, flips over the wheelchair and flicks his neckbrace toward the camera. SIMON It's a miracle! NED It was the greatest experience of her life, not to mention my finest conquest. I said I was gonna do it, and you bet your bottom dollar, son, I did it! Holly couldn't get enough of it. Missionary, doggy-style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl... she gave *69 a whole new meaning. By the way, Logan, the condom broke midway through intercourse, so I'm inside Holly forever, Mann! (opens up his vest; points to chest) But that's not all. Look at this. You see this? That's a HICKEY, Gene! And that's not the only place I have a hickey at. I'd show you the other one, but it's too hot for TV. SIMON But if you call the hotline tonight... GENE Give me a break, Singleton. SIMON Nah, I'm prefer Reeces Pieces over Kit Kat bars. :P NED If there's one thing we all know, is if it's too hot for TV that means you're gonna offend a lot of people. And what a firestorm my segment caused last week. Jimmy tells me the phone has been ringing off the hook at J.C.E. headquaters from just about every woman's group known to man -- women who obviously haven't experienced a real man like the Handsome Hustler -- pissing and moaning over a little picture I'd like to call "Holly-Wood Inn." They found time to put down their vibrators to complain over two consenting adults having some foreplay. On the floor, on the bed, we did it just about everywhere. I hear Holly framed the condom I wore and has it hanging over her bed that way she'd never forget the time of her life. SIMON I'd hate to be the one to follow up Ned. That's like a new actor coming in to take over the lead in a sequel. Chances are, he won't be as good as the original. :lol: NED Ric Flair eat your heart out, pops. You're looking at the new 60-minute man. Ultimately, that's who my actions last week benefitted the most. Logan Mann. You see, life is too short to sit behind a computer and write fanfiction. I turn fantasties into realities. I said I was gonna conquer Holly-Wood, and I did just that. I wanted to add her to the list of many who have experienced the sexecution only I can offer. Instead of bashing me, you should be praising Holly-Wood. Look at what she did for love. Who was that fat guy who sang the song which had a lyric that said "I would do anything for love..."? Meaty-Boy? The Hamburgler? SIMON I think his name was Pork Chop. NED Whatever that slob's name was, the whole damn world saw Holly would -- no pun intended, but a great pun nonetheless -- do anything for love. You talk about taking one for the team. The fact she was willing to get with Ned to protect her precious Mann proved to me once and for all, I could never win her heart. But it wasn't her heart I wanted in the first place. I killed two birds with one dick last week. I stuck it to the Mann, then I stuck it in the whore! GENE You know, gentlemen, I've heard a lot about you two, especially you, Ned. I didn't want to judge either one of you until I met you in person. But you are everything they say you are... NED We look even hotter in person, right? GENE (CONT'D) ...a prick! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Ned sneers, his fist cocked. GENE How can you be so braggidocious? SIMON & NED :huh: GENE (CONT'D) You put a lovely young woman through pure hell. And for what? To humiliating Logan? To gain a slight mental advantage? Because your actions benefitted no one but yourself. That was sexual blackmail. You went way over the line, pal. SIMON That's pyschological warfare, Mr. Magoo. Ned gave one of the most breath-taking performances you'll ever last week. Hell, that's all we've been doing since regaining the tag titles. EVERYBODY is wanting a piece of the hottest tag team in the world today. We're like an uncontrolable wildfire, blazing through every and anything in our path. We just about single-handedly put The Usual Suspects into witness protection. Then came C.O.D. NED B-E-A-T! SIMON The Heavenly Rockers were supposed to be next, but I understand Logan Mann has gone into hiding. Now that I think about, that's even MORE embarrassing! For somebody whose last name is Mann, you sure do act like a BOY, Logan! You're hiding behind a skirt! Or pants in this case. I don't recall ever seeing Holly-Wood wear a skirt. But it's still embarrassing. :lol: It's a shame you went into hiding, Logan, because Ned and I were sooooooo looking forward to our match at AngleMania. Now that it's been turned into a handicap match... GENE HANDICAP MATCH!? SIMON (CONT'D) ...it takes some of the fun away. Simon exits. GENE Hey, where are you going? What kind of game are you playing, Singleton? What kind of game is he playing, Ned? I haven't heard any official announcement. NED No game at all. A deal is a deal. Holly got what she wanted and I got what I wanted. I got the better end of the deal, no question about it. I do kinda feel sorry for Synth, though. I mean, the poor guy got thrown under the bus. In exchange for continuing to allow Logan to breathe without the use of a ventilator, Synth's so-called "friends" threw him to the wolves. They threw him to the two men who will go down in history as the greatest tag team of all time. Logan, a couple of weeks ago you said we had done everything but break your spirit. Simon returns carry a GUITAR CASE. He opens it up and pulls out an acoustic guitar with the name "SPIRIT" airbrushed on it. NED (smirking) You're right. We didn't break your spirit. We literally took it! SIMON & NED :lol: GENE I got a hunch you gentlemen are in for a wild ride at AngleMania V. Let's go back to Sofa Central.

Excellent show this week. One of our most balance shows ever. And a shocking return. Reject was booked strong in his post-heel turn debut, finishing Jumbo off quickly. His promo afterwards did a good job establishing his motive, setting up two feuds. Heh. A steroids reference on a wrestling show. Champion vs. Champion next week? Interesting. Classic Krista promo. at CW's appearance. His line to Coach was great. Pretty entertaining match. As pretty as Krista was at the Oscars. Yay to the Sk8ter Boiz for making the save. Does this mean we might see a hair vs. hair match in the near future? Ooh! I'll be sure to save my satellite bill and send in for my Krista bobblehead. And let me just say again how cool the AM logo is. Papacita is the man. Enjoyed the interaction between PK and Alf. Props to whoever wrote the Latino Street Fight. What I really like is, even though two street fights were booked on the same show, they were completely different from one another. And in our main event, a cold front hit hell this week. It officially won't freeze until Drek Stone and Zack Malibu meet in the ring. I avoid any actual wrestling to give the street fight a more realistic feel. Stone's return was handled brillantly. Match(es) of the Night: The Street Fights Co-Lines of the Night: "I'm livin' in the past man. Beats the present. OOOHHHHH YYEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" -- Randy Savage "Because if I had been in Saint Louis last week, you'd still be in traction this week." -- Krista Isadora Duncan to Christian Wright

Finally got a chance to read what was added late to the show. The Rodez skit after the opening match, particularly the Randy Savage comment NYU quoted (co-Line of the Night) above was priceless, as was the bag of gimmicks gag. Marks for the Disqo Duck! The CH jersey looks nice. In other words, I wouldn't be embarrassed to wear it like other wrestling related shirts. Bright as hell, though. Like the sun. The parody shirt shown later on was pretty cool to. CH then took care of business to get VX at AM.

King Kong Bundy is coming in so we can play up his 5 gimmick? A promo from either the NNMX or HR, probably the NNMX, haven't decided yet.

Considering it was Hoff's return after months away, I wanted both guys to get in as much offense without actually wrestling, if that makes sense. It wasn't your typical match, where the heel dominates and then the face (both guys are heels but you get the idea) makes the big comeback, it was a fight.

From the FedEx Forum in Memphis, TN Street Fight Hoff vs. Tony Brannigan Heavenly Rockers vs. SCM And I call the ME.

We return from our final commerical break with TONY BRANNIGAN already in the ring, shirtless, his fists taped, and looking sharpe in kaki pants. * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER LLLLadies and gentlemen, this is our HeldDOWN~! main event of the eve-- Tony RIPS the microphone out of Buffer's hand. TONY Cut the pomp and circumstance! Hoff, get your ass out here now! Show me the passion you say you have. Just you, me, and 18,000 people who will see you get your ass kicked! You took your ball and went home once already, this time I'LL BE TAKING YOUR BALLS and sending you home permanently! COACH You know, Brannigan may be an Orginal, and as a representive of The Upstarts, we hate all Originals, but I thought Tony Brannigan was supposed to have the most class out of the bunch. And who wears kaki pants to a street fight?! CABOOSE You don't think Tony actually wears his tights on the streets, do you? COACH Well, no. I can understand going to a street fight in a shirt and jeans, but kaki pants -- no way. COLE That was our last break, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be staying with this the rest of the way. We're currently awaiting the arrival of Hoff. We know he's here somewhere. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The fans rise as one as they stare in the direction HOFF is entering from. No security around him whatsoever, Hoff maneuvers his way through the crowd, not at all timid to shove those blocking his path to the ring, including a fan who sticks an "OFF WITH HOFF" sign in his face. Hoff, in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, climbs over the guardrail and locks eyes with Tony. COLE Moments away from perhaps the biggest main event in HeldDOWN~! history. The expression has been used before, I know, but it's not about titles tonight, ladies and gentlemen, it's about pride. Hoff gave up the richest prize in all of wrestling, the OAOAST Championship -- a title held by such greats as Anglesault, Zack Malibu, Tony Brannigan, and my broadcast partner Caboose -- because his ego wasn't fed to his liking. Hoff's game ends tonight. Tony Brannigan has called his bluff. Let's see what Hoff delivers. We all know what Tony Brannigan is going to deliver. CABOOSE Look at this. Hoff acting like a primadonna again, asking the referee to keep Tony back so he can enter the ring. Act like a man for a change. Just go in there. COACH You Originals are one in the same. Obviously none of you have ever heard of a little something called professional courtesy. COLE What Hoff did when he left was unprofessional. COACH This is why The Upstarts are running the show. We know how to put the past behind us. Caboose scoffs as Hoff paces outside, working the crowd into a frenzy with his stalling tatic. Senior offical Earl Hebner comes over to have a word with Hoff, sticking his head between the ropes to find out what the problem is. The camera microphones pick up Hoff reinerating his request for Earl to keep Tony back so he can enter the ring. As the two continue to talk things over, Tony has enough, leaping over Hebner and hitting Hoff with a PLANCHA! COLE The last thing [i]anybody[/i] expected from Tony. A plancha! Wow! Brannigan holds onto the guardrail with his right hand as he puts the boots to Hoff, stomping him repeatedly in the heart. Then with complete disregard for Hoff's body, but to the delight of the fans, Tony hurls Hoff into the guardrail, his back scraping the cold, rusty steel rails. Hoff nearly trips over his own two feet as he's brought back up, but recovers fast enough to reverse an Irish whip from Tony, who crashes into the 10,000 POUND STEEL STEPS ringside! His opponent slumped over the steps, Hoff grabs Tony by the hair and viciously slams his face into the steps. Hoff toys with Brannigan, kicking him around in the head before getting serious, picking him off the floor and sending the multi-time tag team champion into the ringpost...but Tony blocks it with his right hand, and uses his free arm to deliver a series of elbow strikes to the ribs, capping it off by posting Hoff! COACH If the early going of the match is any indication, this is gonna get real ugly. Fortunately for Hoff, he was able to take the blunt of the blow on the shoulder rather than the head. Hoff rolls inside the ring, the stars still hovering overhead, yet he's able to greet Brannigan sliding on the way in with kicks to the back of the head. He brings Tony up to his feet and rocks the former World Champion with a fury of rights to the jaw. Tony quickly turns things around, putting Hoff on the defensive as he tosses him in the corner and wails away! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE The fans loving what they're seeing, as I'm sure Dan Black is watching in the back. This is a street fight, ladies and gentlemen. You won't see any take-- Hoff with a double-leg takedown. The two former World Champions roll around the ring, each peppering the other with closed fists, until they reach the ropes, where Tony pushes down on the bottom rope to CHOKE Hoff, who responds by GOUGING THE EYES. Brannigan gets up, his back facing Hoff, momentarily blinded. Hoff walks over and thrusts Tony between the middle and top turnbuckles, ramming his shoulder into the ringpost! Tony staggers out of the corner and is driven face-first into the canvas, his face rubbed into the mat insultantly afterwards. Hoff returns to his feet, flicking the sweat on his forehead down onto Tony, much like Brannigan does to his opponents. Hoff measures Tony and kicks him in the ribcage with such force it flips him over near the ropes. As Hoff nears, the wily veteran grabs the top of his jeans and tosses Hoff to the arena floor. He rolls out on the apron and dives off, connecting with a forearm smash to the back of the neck, sending Hoff tumbling over the guardrail and onto some of the fans seated ringside, one of whom looks a lot like Stephen Joseph. Wait a minute. It is STEPHEN JOSEPH! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COACH What's he doing here? COLE Throwing a cup of beer on Hoff, that's what! Indeed he does. And for that, arena security escort Mr. Joseph out of the building. The former OAOAST Champion throws his hands up in the air and leaves peacefully, as another former World Champion is back in the driver's seat. Tony shoots Hoff into the guardrail, following him in and driving the forearm into the midsection. Doubled over, Hoff is shoved to the ground, as Tony walks over to the timekeeper's table and grabs ring announcer Michael Buffer's STEEL CHAIR! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Tony waits for Hoff to get up, his back towards him and... * BOOM * ...unleashes a devastating chairshot that sends Hoff stumbling into the ringpost. His body sweaty from the intense action, Hoff sticks to the post, breathing heavily. Brannigan holds the chair up, which gets a pop, and swings for Hoff's head... * CLANK * ...but Hoff moves out of the way, the reverberation from the chair striking the post causing Tony to drop the object, leaving Hoff open to SPEAR TONY INTO THE STEEL STEPS! COLE Crashing into 10,000 pounds of steel did Tony. Oh, my! COACH I can honestly say I have truly never been apart of anything so wild. Well, I have, but this has lived up to everything it was billed as. Nothing more than a fight. CABOOSE Hoff knew what he was doing when he challenged Tony to a street fight. He knew he wasn't in ring shape, so a street fight allows him to hide the rust anybody would have from not wrestling on a regular basis. His body aching, Hoff slowly picks the chair back up, lifting it overhead...only to have Tony pull Hoff forward and send him crashing into the ringpost! Hoff's head bounces off the chair, which he smacks into when he instinctively put his hands up to prevent himself from going into the post face-first. He and Tony remain down as the fatigue is noticably setting in on both. Tony takes a deep breath before picking up the TIMERKEEPER'S TABLE and SLAMMING it down over Hoff's back! COLE Tony Brannigan with the first pin of the match! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Tony tosses Hoff back inside the ring, not knowing Hoff grabbed the RING BELL as he was brought back to his feet. As Tony steps through the ropes... * DING * ...Hoff rings his bell, knocking Tony out on the apron. Brannigan managed to absorb most of the blow by putting his hand up, but the edge of the bell stuck him in the temple. Hoff tries pulling Tony inside the ring, but it's nothing more than dead weight at this point. So Hoff lets Tony straddle between the ropes as he goes up to the middle turnbuckle and drives the knee into the back of Tony's head, spiking him head-first into the mat! COACH That did it right there. COLE You may be right. Tony is out cold. ONE... TWO... THREE! NO! The ROAR of the crowd causes the hard camera to shake, as Tony Brannigan kicks out. Hoff can't believe it. He grabs Earl Hebner by the shirt collar, his fists cocked, but Earl defiantly points to the stripes on his shirt, telling Hoff he'll send him right out of here if he physcially attacks him. Hoff shoves Earl away to re-focus his attention back on Tony. Hoff drops the knee right down on Brannigan's groin, popping right up afterwards to remove the BELT from around his waist, and begins WHIPPING! Brannigan is helpless as he's still reeling from the low blow, taking his licks curled in a fetal position. Hoff stands over Tony, slapping him around before violently slapping the belt across Brannigan's face, saying "There's my passion!" COLE Oh, my! What brutality! COACH :lol: Hoff said it -- there's his passion. Tony Brannigan wanted it, he's getting it...in his face. Hoff wraps the belt around Tony's neck and HANGS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Earl Hebner pleds with Hoff to let Tony go, his eyes beginning to budge out of his eyes, saliva spewing out of his mouth, but Hoff still holds on. COLE DAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD! This is over the line! That son-of-a-bitch is trying to choke the life out of Tony Brannigan! "YEEEEEEAAAHHH!" DAN BLACK arrives, branishing a STEEL CHAIR. * BOOM * That causes Hoff to let go. Hoff falls straight back to the mat, while Tony goes to the floor. The crowd EXPLODES as Dan Black abuses Hoff with the chair, bashing and jabbing it across the former champion's back. Having cooled down just a bit, "The Ice Heart" throws his blazer in the crowd and loosens his tie as Tony Brannigan returns to the ring, Hoff's belt still wrapped around his neck. Tony removes the belt as Black does the same, removing the belt around his waist. Doing what any good referee would do, Earl Hebner tries to put an end to the mayhem...and eats a punch from both Dan Black and Tony Brannigan, who then proceed to put the leather to Hoff! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Whip him, guys! Hoff, that big baby, getting what he's deserved for a long time. CABOOSE Welcome back to the OAOAST, Hoff, you wanker! Tony wraps the belt around Hoff's neck and gives him a RUDE AWAKENING! He points to Dan, who gives the throat slash. Black steps out on the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. TOP ROPE DIVING HEADBUTT! "3-B!" "3-B!" "3-B!" Hoff laid out dead in the middle of the ring, Black T play up to the chanting crowd. CABOOSE The fans want to see it. Give it to them. COLE Ask and you shall receive. 3-B, Black Body Bag, coming right up! "3-BEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" As Black T prepare to hoist Hoff into the air for the 3-B, they suddenly hear a booming voice coming from the AngleTron at the top of the ramp. “Hey Tony! Look this way!” With a confused glance, Tony Brannigan averts his eyes around the ringside area, trying to uncover where this voice is coming from. Upon realizing he is hearing someone on the AngleTron, he releases his grip on Hoff’s neck and lets him collapse to the mat. He focuses his attention on the screen, but all he can see is the close-up shot of a black wifebeater. “You too, Dan! Just as cautiously as Tony, Dan Black slowly turns his eyes towards the AngleTron, completely taking his attention away from Hoff. “You two with me? Hope so!” The person blocking the video camera takes a huge step back, giving the fans a clearer shot but not quite giving away his identity. The cameraman gradually starts to raise his view, moving past the chest. The shoulders. The neck. Until he finally moves to the face… …and reveals a grinning Hoff much to the surprise of the crowd! CABOOSE What in the hell?! COLE I….I don’t understand this! Tony and Dan quickly look down to reassure that Hoff is still in the ring and, sure enough, he is. Just as speedily, they turn their attention back towards the AngleTron and the beaming smile from Hoff. HOFF Now, now. Calm down. The both of you….take deep breaths. Hoff takes a few seconds to laugh quietly to himself as Black T continue to look up at the screen. HOFF First off, I just want to make it clear to the both of you that this is not a trick. The guy I’m going to guess you have been beating up for the past few minutes is undoubtedly me. I decided to cut this interview only minutes before I was to step out into the ring, so what you’re watching right now is simply a recording. COLE ….a recording? COACH Keep listening, Cole. HOFF You see, I’m not a stupid guy. I didn’t win the OAOAST Heavyweight Title twice by walking around here like a dumb ox. I knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as I challenged Tony to this street-fight last week. Dan, I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself from interfering. Even though Tony and I agreed to keep this between the two of us, I knew the temptation of you providing help would just be too strong. I am 100 percent positive that, right now, you’re standing into the ring next to Tony wondering what the hell is going on. Brannigan and Black shoot each other wary glances for a second but continue to watch the screen. HOFF Okay. So my point is that I knew Black was going to interfere, and I knew that with the hatred you two have for me, there was a very distinct possibility of my career being ended tonight. So….I took out an insurance policy. Just in case. I knew there was NO WAY I was stepping into the FedEx Forum tonight without at least having the odds evened. And what do you know? It turned out I was right! Good thing for me that I didn’t waste a phone call on flying this guy out into Memphis to have my back, huh? COLE Hoff flew somebody here? Into Memphis?! CABOOSE I don’t like where this is going. HOFF So let me cut to the chase. Without further ado, let me introduce you two to my partner in crime. You thought you could try to trick me and take me out of the OAOAST permanently? Well, I guess Hoff was just one step ahead of you. Again. Turn out the lights. Immediately upon Hoff’s request, the entire FedEx Forum turns black as the lights are turned off and the video is taken off the AngleTron. Seconds of silence tick by as the fans loudly begin to buzz with anticipation. Until the faint musical strains of an organ can be heard. A golden spotlight appears over the top of the entranceway as the notes from the organ continue to play. Then a low beat of drums begins to echo from the loudspeakers. At the same time, the golden spotlight begins to pulse with quick flashes. After a few seconds, the base of the song gets considerably deeper. Suddenly a number of fans start to cheer loudly, coming to a conclusion that not everybody else has reached yet. COLE That music sounds so familiar! CABOOSE Don’t you know why?! COACH ….I’m starting to get the idea. CABOOSE This…this can’t be who I think it is. There’s no way. …. Oh, but it is. …. A huge burst of silver fireworks shoots into the sky from the top of the ramp as the song suddenly reaches its opening line. [i] Woke up this morning…[/i] A DEAFENING roar rises up from the fans in attendance as they suddenly figure out who is coming out to defend Hoff. [i]Got myself a gun…. Mama always said I’d be… The chosen one![/i] COLE IT CAN’T BE! COACH OH PLEASE TELL ME IT IS! [i]She said I’m one in a million… I’ve got to burn to shine…. But I was born under a bad sign… With a blue moon in my eyes![/i] The crowd amazingly starts to sing along with the song as it continues to play. [i]I woke up this morning… All the love was gone… My papa never told me… About right and wrong.[/i] CABOOSE HE BETTER NOT THINK ABOUT STEPPING FOOT BACK INTO THAT RING AGAIN! [i]But I’m looking good, baby… I believe you’re feeling fine… Born under a bad sign… With a blue moon in my eyes![/i] As the beat of the song starts to truly pick up and the lead singer’s voice starts to get louder, none other than DREK STONE steps out of the curtains to a RAUCOUS cheer! COLE OH MY GOD! IT’S DREK STONE! COACH I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! The noise continues to thunder as Drek Stone steps to the top of the ramp for a few moments with his hands on his hips, staring into the ring at Black T who are clearly furious at seeing this man make his return into the OAOAST. COLE It’s been SEVEN MONTHS since we’ve even SEEN Drek Stone on OAOAST programming! Now he’s suddenly shown up here tonight completely unannounced! CABOOSE How DARE HE try to crawl back into a company that he chose to walk out on! He’s a piece of garbage! COACH Say whatever the hell you want, Caboose! But these fans are beyond excited to see him and so am I! [i]I woke up this morning… The world turned upside down… Things ain’t been the same… Since the blues walked into town.[/i] Drek slowly starts to walk towards ringside with a pleased grin on his face. It’s clear to everyone watching that he’s incredibly pleased with being so warmly accepted in his return. However, neither Tony Brannigan or Dan Black has allowed themselves to divert their attention away from the man that chose to spit on the legacy of a federation they have worked so hard to keep afloat. [i]But I’m one in a million… I got that shotgun shine… Born under a bad sign… With a blue moon in my eyes.[/i] Once Drek gets to the bottom of the ramp, he stops his march and locks eyes with the two men staring daggers at him in the center of the ring. His music stops playing as the fans start to loudly buzz at the prospect of Drek Stone possibly rushing into the ring to take on the legendary tag team. CABOOSE So Drek, you want to make your huge return, do you? Step into that ring and see what happens to TRAITORS! Clearly, the fans are dying to see Drek Stone do the exact same thing Caboose suggested. With a deep breath, Drek takes a large step towards the ring, which sends the fans into a frenzy! COLE Wait, what about Hoff?! Sure enough, just as Michael Cole mentions his name, Hoff bounces to his feet and charges forward, knocking Dan Black over the top rope to the arena floor! “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” As Dan Black falls to Drek Stone’s feet, Tony turns around and starts bouncing hard lefts and rights off Hoff’s head. Meanwhile, on the outside, Drek stares down at the fallen body of Black. He runs his hand through his hair for a moment, almost as if pondering what he should do here. COLE What is Drek Stone going to do?! A scowl suddenly crosses Drek Stone’s face without warning, surprising a fair number of fans in attendance. He shoots an arm downward and grabs a huge handful of Dan Black’s head. Boos start to rise up from the crowd as Drek harshly attempts to yank Black up to his feet. COACH YES! DO IT! DO IT! CABOOSE This is sickening! Once he forces Black up to his feet, Drek grabs his head and places it in a front-facelock position. COACH SEVEN MONTHS, WE’VE GONE WITHOUT THIS! AND NOW WE’RE ABOUT TO SEE IT AGAIN! IT’S… COLE THE STONECUTTER! Sure enough, Drek jumps in the air….and SPIKES Dan Black’s head into the concrete with the StoneCutter! The reaction from the crowd in the FedEx Forum suddenly becomes more mixed with a rowdy combination of cheers and boos! “LET’S GO DREK STONE!” “DREK STONE SUCKS!” “LET’S GO DREK STONE!” “DREK STONE SUCKS!” Meanwhile, in the ring, Tony has Hoff cornered against the turnbuckle and continues to hit him with massive forearms to the head. As Hoff tries to sit down against the corner and cover himself up, Tony keeps the offensive onslaught strong. He fires off dozens of forearms until Hoff is left a quivering mess in the corner, which sends the fans into another frenzy. “T-BOD!” “T-BOD!” “T-BOD!” Satisfied with his progress, Tony walks off to the other side of the ring. With Hoff helpless in the corner, Brannigan is free to do anything he wants. And that he will. With a primal yell, he CHARGES towards Hoff sitting against the turnbuckle… [b]*CLANG*[/b][color=#FF0000] …AND IS SMACKED IN THE HEAD WITH A CHAIRSHOT FROM DREK STONE! COLE Oh my God! Drek Stone just came out of nowhere with that steel chair! COACH He really clobbered T-Bod! What a shot! Tony Brannigan collapses to the mat instantly holding his head as Drek stares at him defiantly with the steel chair in his hand. Once again, the reaction is mixed to the carnage taking place. Meanwhile, Hoff uses the ring ropes to struggle and pull himself up in the corner. Trying to catch his breath, he sits on the top turnbuckle, placing his feet on the middle rope. CABOOSE I can’t believe this street fight has turned out like this. COACH Tony thought he had the odds working for him with Dan Black by his side! But if he learned ONE SINGLE THING in his stint with the OAOAST, it should have been to NEVER take things for granted! Much like he did with Dan Black earlier, Drek grabs a handful of Tony’s hair and forces him up to his feet. However, this time he has a different plan in mind. He quickly places Brannigan’s head in a standing headscissors position and lifts him up for a powerbomb. COLE Is this going to end it?! Drek holds Tony up in the air for a few seconds as the fans in Memphis starts to scream. However, he chooses not to throw Tony against the mat. Instead, he stumbles backwards towards Hoff who is now standing on the middle rope. Hoff immediately catches T-Bod and lifts him up in a bearhug position. COLE Uh-oh! The crowd into the FedEx Forum begins to loudly yell as Hoff stands on the middle turnbuckle with T-Bod firmly in his grasp. With Drek staring on with a grin on his face, Hoff JUMPS UP IN THE AIR – -- AND SLAMS T-BOD INTO THE MAT WITH AN AMAZING SPINEBUSTER! COACH OH SNAP~! COLE NO! HE MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN TONY BRANNIGAN IN HALF! At this point, all Hoff has to do is roll over and hook the leg. ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE~!~! TWWWWWWOOOOOOOO~!~! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~! [b] *DING DING DING*[/b] A collective roar immediately rises up from the crowd as the bell rings. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this street fight…..HOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!! The huge mixed reaction for these two superstars continues as “Black” starts to blast over the loudspeakers. COLE Can you BELIEVE what we have just witnessed here tonight? CABOOSE This is disgusting! This is god damn disgusting! I would have been happy never even SEEING these two again….and now they both just took out the most powerful tag team the OAOAST has ever seen! Sickening! With a wide smile, Drek Stone hops onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air. The fans greet him with an equal number of cheers and jeers as he cockily shrugs and jumps back onto the mat. Waiting to confront him face-to-face is none other than Hoff! COLE Maybe this relationship isn’t as strong as we first thought! The two superstars immediately engage in a tight staredown. There is such a history between these two men. The wars that have been fought. The blood that has been shed. The titles that have been contested for. Hoff and Drek Stone have had one of the most competitive rivalries the OAOAST has ever known. And now they’re hugging! Hugging! COACH This is BEAUTIFUL! Hoff and Drek Stone are hugging in the center of the ring! COLE I never thought I would ever see something like this! Not in my WILDEST dreams! The reaction in the arena gets louder as Drek Stone and Hoff congratulate each other and raise one another’s arms victoriously. COACH This is it, Cole! Look at it, Boose! Feast your eyes on the most powerful tandem the OAOAST has ever seen! Drek Stone and Hoff! Dan Black is passed out on the arena floor. Tony Brannigan is unconscious in the center of the ring. And Drek Stone and Hoff, bitter enemies from their beginning days in the OAOAST, are congratulating each other on a job well done. The road to AngleMania is a bumpy one indeed. [b]Fade to black.[/b]

[size=4][b]RIGHT NOW[/b],[/size] [i]C’mon, it’s everything[/i] [size=4][b]RIGHT NOW[/b][/size], [i]Catch a magic moment, do it Right here and now It means everything[/i] [img=http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/4824/am52hx.gif] 23 DAYS AWAY SCHIAVONE Welcome back, fans. We're just 23 days away from the greatest night in the history of our sport, AngleMania V. One of the feature matches you'll see that night is a World Tag Team Title bout between the champions, the New New Midnight Express, against my guests at this time, coming off a big win earlier tonight, the winners of the 2006 Anderson Cup... the HEAVENLY RRRROCKERS! The fans ERUPT as "Heart-Shaped Box" cues up for the third time tonight. Out to the interview stage come the Heavenly Rockers, both a little banged up but still full of energy. SCHIAVONE A number of issues to touch on, gentlemen, but I want to start with the comments made last week on The Louisville Slugger by the "Man of Tomorrow," Frank Frankensteiner. He profusely expressed regret over the behavior from himself and his brother after the Anderson Cup, when they shoved you to the mat and smashed your trophy. Your first public comments on the events that occured at Zero Hour. SYNTH Mann and the Synthmeister, we saw what the Sooners had to lyric, Mr. S. The trophy [i]still[/i] might be scattered on the floor of the Staples Center! But when The Rockers from the Heavens do lunch with Bruisers from the Sooner State, beef ain't what's on the menu, home skillet. But love and respect is. It is what it is and it was what it is. Now let's go back to doing what we was doing back when we was doing it. Kick it! COACH What the hell did he just say?! COLE I [i]think[/i] he said there's no hard feelings. LOGAN Everybody knows big Frank is one to speak his mind, as...heh...Synth and I have personally found out in the past. Now we're looking toward the present and the future. And I don't mean Hoff, that jacked up bitch who's gonna get his ass handed to him by Mr. T later tonight. The future is AngleMania V. Our date with fate. The night we and our fans have been waiting for since we returned last October. Simon and Ned can take credit for breaking bones and hearts, but one thing they failed to break was our SPIRIT! We've never been more united than we are right here and right now! Fitting since that is the theme to AngleMania. Simon and Ned, they've had their fun. We'll have ours April 2nd at AngleMania V. The night our fate becomes reality. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Your road to AngleMania hasn't been an easy one. We've talked about your match with the Sooner Bruisers at Zero Hour, but equally as impressive was your win earlier tonight, downing the South Central Militia, whose sole purpose was to inflict as much damage as possible on you two prior to AngleM-- * B-BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ * The lights go out in the arena. Color bars appear on the oval AngleTron over to the side of the interview stage, before turning into a close-up shot of a grinning NED BLANCHARD and SIMON SINGLETON, the New New Midnight Express, riding inside a limo. NED Hey, guys! How are you? Good I hope. Because I get the feeling that will all change after you see this tape. SIMON Which is on tape delay, FYI. Don't want you guys wasting what's left of your brains wondering if this is live or memorex. :lol: NED Brother Singleton, you are comedy personified! As I promised last week, we're currently on our way to surprise a very special person, a person whom we both happen to care a great about, Logan, though most likely for much different reasons. You happen to be in head over heels love with her; but she's tank-top over head in lust over me. I mean, come on, let's be honest with each other. If Holly was lusting over you, you wouldn't think twice about jumping into the sack with that hot thing. Love or not. When it comes to a piece of meat that hot and that raw, we're all animals trying to get our bite. SIMON Still there, Mann? Has your jaw your hit the floor yet? Has the color drained from your cheeks? Do you look like Jacko, you whacko? Stay with me, Mann, because you haven't seen anything yet. It's gonna get real good now. NED Jump cut! A jump cut it is, as the limo is now parked outside a beautiful Mediterranean Estate with a lushly manicured garden in Hollywood Hills, California. NED Logan, I know most of you rock stars are stone stupid, but I'm kind of hoping that this place looks familiar to you, buddy. It should. That's where Holly lives, right? What a home. It's not my Italian Villa in Beverly, but it's none too shabby. How much do you think a place like this runs for, Simon? SIMON Couple million, maybe. I heard that Halle Berry's house is around here. NED Been there, done her. I know for a fact that Richard Simmons lives up here also. Big fan of Los Diablos, so I hear. But anyway. What about you, Logan. Do you live there, too? I'd hate to think somebody as hot as Holly lives alone. They're plently of freaks out there, you know. All kinds of twisted sickos and perverts, who are just chomping at the bit to chomp on her sweet little bits. But lucky for you and her, I'M here! SIMON Hey, check it out, Ned. I think she's in there cooking. NED Holly cooking? No way. The camera zooms through the front window and sure enough, Holly is cooking something. NED If she's barefooted, then all she needs is a real man to help her make a baby. SIMON You already have a child, Ned. NED Not with Holly. Let's go inside and see what she's cooking. Maybe she made enough for us. SIMON Damn I wish Pat O'Brien was here. We're about to get inside. NED Jump cut! So we do. Now at the front door and having changed into tuxedos, Ned rings the doorbell, which is set to the tune of [i]Another Brick in the Wall[/i]. * DING DING * SIMON Jesus dancing on a hot tin roof! You were right, Ned. Luckily we are here. The security is horrible. NED Atrocious. SIMON Non-existent. NED Lacking, inadequate, wanting, suspect, insufficient, unsatisfactory, sparse, rotten, subpar. SIMON Uh...horrible. NED Cool doorbell. We don't need no education! We don't need no thought control! Very hip. But not as hip as my 50 Cent [i]In Da Club[/i] doorbell. It's the sweetness. (Humming the tune, Ned rings it again) HOLLY (Off-Screen) Coming! NED I'm sure she is. Ned looks directly into the camera, smugly raising both eyebrows. SIMON :P The door opens. Greeting Simon and Ned at the door is a stunned Holly-Wood, wearing workout pants and a white t-shirt. Ned barrages right in as Holly remains shellshocked. HOLLY (her voice nervous and unsure) Get out before I call the cops. SIMON Go ahead. It seems like the fine men in blue owe us a little favor for not charging COD with breaking and entering a year ago. :lol: HOLLY Who the hell is that? NED Somebody needs to capture the action on tape, honey bunny. HOLLY What action? What are you talking about? NED Ever see the movie "Misery"? HOLLY Oh, God. The chilling realization that Ned and Simon aren't here to sample her shrimp gumbo forces her to make a frantic dash to the nearest phone. NED (casually) Pin her down. Simon grabs Holly and pins her down on the couch, much to his delight. The poor girl violently thrashes against his grip, which only brings a detestable smile to Ned's visage. NED It looks like you've done this before, Simon. SIMON Rhonda Sue and I have to keep the sparks alive in the bedroom somehow. You really have to take your time with the lady folk and spice things up. Speed is for NASCAR and Jiffy Lube, not the bedroom. That's what I've learned. Ned comes over and takes a seat next to Holly, wrapping his arm around her neck, his attempts to cop a feel repeatedly thwarted. NED Look at her squirm. Don't you just love watching the female body in motion? It's so beautiful, isn't it?(he gently slides his fingers through her hair) God, I could watch her all day. But you're so tense and afraid, honey bunny. You don't have to be scared, pretty baby, I'm your Neddy Bear. I'm not gonna hurt you. HOLLY Leave me alone or I swear to god... NED Leave you alone? I could as much leave my heart, or my soul, or my mind alone as I could you. You're my dream. Wet and fantasty. And... HOLLY Get out! Now! Simon makes himself useful, putting his hand over Holly's mouth to muffle her furious cries. It doesn't deter Holly however, as she only increases the decibel level of her violent screams. HOLLY Mmmmmffff! SIMON (struggling to keep her down) These redheads are a feisty bunch! You know the saying “paint the town red”? Do you think she's painted downtown red? If you know what I mean. NED I know exactly what you mean, brother Singleton, and I'm dying to find out. What do you say, Holly? Do you prefer to show or tell? You don't dress like your shy, but if you are, Simon can close his eyes and you can just give The Ned Man a lil ol' peek at your final frontier. How about it? Stricken with panic, Holly resumes the uphill battle of raging against their tenebrous clutches. But the hold of the muscular demons proves insurmountable and she seems to be forever forced to endure their brand of torture. HOLLY (Speaking so softly it sounds as if she's a mile away) Please...go away. NED (laughing) Damn, girl, you gotta let me finish. You're almost as bad as Krista, but at least you don't throw things. The real reason I'm here is to apologize to you. HOLLY I don't want your apologies. I..I..want you out of my house and out of my life! NED (caressing her flame red locks) You don't mean that, honey bunny. HOLLY Oh, yes I do. I do. SIMON You hear that, Ned? She said I do. NED All the chicks wanna marry the Ned Man. But I'm not hear to accept your marriage proposal, Holly. No, baby. I'm hear to turn your fantasy into reality. I know I've been neglecting your fantasy. I also know you must be depressed that I haven't called to check on you, maybe thinking I don't care about you anymore. Now, I may not care for you emotionally, but physically...oh, my passion burns hotter then ever before. I spend nights anguishing over the fact we live not that far apart and you're just lying on your back, having to fake the big O so you don't hurt Logan's feelings. With me, you wouldn't have to fake anything, girl. I have my fingers, my tongue, and of course Dick Johnson. But again, I'm here to apologize. Now that Krista is out of our way, that lives us with only Logan to vanish. HOLLY (hit by a gust of extreme worry) Wha...what have you done to him?! SIMON Nothing. Yet. NED I've already ruled out murder because Simon and I end up doing that all the time we're in the ring with the Heavenly Rockers. Come on, how many more beatings can the guy take? But here we are, finally together. Logan is in Memphis. This portion of the taping will be beamed to OAOAST headquaters, where the fine people now in charge of the show have agreed to air this segment on tonight's show. Of course, the footage of the music you and I will make after Simon and our special little helper edit what we what shown will go directly into my personal collection. You know what I want. And I'll tell you what. Because I'm such a great guy, I'll make you a little promise. If you let me live my dream, cutie, I'll end your nightmare. But if you don't do me this little favor...then, well...your pain and misery's just getting started. You see, the war between the N-N-M-X and the Heavenly Rockers will come to a dramatic end at AngleMania. Synth and Logan are a real threat to us now. They want our tag belts. But that isn't going to happen, now, is it? History may not be my greatest passion, but take World War II for example. When the good ol' U.S. of A. dropped the A-bomb on Japan, they gave the Emperor a taste of bigger things to come if they didn't accept an unconditional surrender. Simon and I, we've given your boys a taste of things to come by having already broken hearts, bones and spirits. And when I crush your spirit, it stays crushed. Ask Krista. HOLLY Kiss my ass. LOGAN I never thought you'd ask. Heh Heh Heh. It's just like I asked you, how many more beatings do you think Logan and Synth possibly withstand? How many more times can Simon and I break that Eminem wannabe Synth's arm, before his career is kaput because we left him with as much drumming ability as an amputee. A one arm drummer may make a good "Dateline" human interest piece, but it don't make for good record sales. And what about your boyfriend? How many times are we gonna have to pound that no-talent, no singing sack of shit, because you're to selfish to give me what I want? I don't give a damn about the Heavenly Rockers! It's you, Holly, you are the glue that's keeping us altogether! How do you think he feels, knowing that his repeated trips to injured list are because his girlfriend is too uptight to take one for the team? If I don't get what I want tonight, who do you think I'll take it out on next week? Who's gonna bear the brunt of my rage? Who always bears the brunt of my rage? I'll hurt him, I'll hurt Synth, and it will be your fault. Their blood will be on YOUR hands if you don't accept an unconditional surrender. And you will have to live with that until you die. When you visit him in the hospital, in your mind, you will know that you put him there. When you wheel him out of the ER, in your mind, you will know you put him in that chair. You took his career. Your selfishness ruined him! HOLLY (failing to choke back her tears) If you want it so bad, get it over with, asshole! NED (whispering into her ear) Oh, I want it bad. It's something I've wanted for a long, long time. Lead the way. Holly gets up and takes Ned into a room. Loud thuds and bangs can be heard coming from the room. HOLLY (Off-Screen) What are you doing, asshole?! NED (grunting) Having fun, honey bunny! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simon sits on the sofa and puts on his I-Pod nano, grinning ear to ear. SIMON See ya at AngleMania. (singing) "I...could just die in your arms tonight..." * B-BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ * The Heavenly Rockers are left speechless on the stage. After the initial shock wears off, they rush to the back. Pissed. COLE (somber) Oh...Oh, my God. COACH See. Was it that hard? The Heavenly Rockers-NNMX feud is now over. Holly just saved her man and his best friend from another ass-kicking. CABOOSE The feud isn't over. It's just begun. We cut backstage to our cameraman, presumably Marty because the man is everywhere, doing the best he can to keep up with the Heavenly Rockers as they run through the halls of the FedEx Forum. The camera follows Synth and Logan to the lockerrom, where Los Diablos de Feugo are laid near the doorway, a pair of SLAPJACKS near their curled up bodies. We enter the lockerrom and see the SOONER BRUISERS beating on the SCM in the corner, screaming that's for Holly. OAOAST officials do a good job keeping the brawl from intensifying, quickly separating the teams and escorting them out of the room. One OAOAST agent puts his hand over the lense as we fade to commerical.

Not surprisingly, another heavy promo post-PPV show. One or two segments missing at the time of this posting. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. We found out what it means to Zack. But Axel, the GM, gets the final word. Haven't read the ZH ME, so the references to COD went over my head. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Zack loses the title in his trip to Japan. Hmm, is a face turn in the works for Bo? Interesting. Didn't we just have a dress up segment not that long ago? Either way, the overuse of the word corporate was amusing. Had flashbacks to Ahmed Johnson chanting "you're goin' down" at Faarooq many years ago near the end. Big thanks to Patty for bailing my NNMX promo out of the gutter. I pretty much spent every bit of energy I had on the Sooner Bruisers interview later on that I had little left for the tag champs. Imagining the CW-Alix debate as it were occurring live on TV made the segment that much better. Alix's put downs were hilarious, especially the Pet-Smart and OBGYN one-liners. I can't imagine why Alix would pick Snoop Dogg as moderator, though. Then again, why has she grown so attached to gay luchadors? Good TV ME. Reject's heel turn was handled well. MOTN: Heartland Title -- TK vs. Brock Ausstin LOTN: "Christian, you're so ugly that when you masturbate, your penis files rape charges." -- Alix Spezia

Inside the FedEx Forum, a chorus of boos ring in the air as the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA head to the ring along with Jim Cornette and Shyanne. BUFFER The following contest live on HeldDOWN~! is set for one fall. Currently making their way to the ring, accompanied by the foxiest honey in South Central Los Angeles, Shyanne, and James E. Cornette...from South Central L.A., weighing 535 pounds, here are Marcellus and Vincent, the South Central Militia! COLE You gotta admire the Heavenly Rockers for taking on this match weeks before AngleMania, but even I have question if they've biten off more than they can chew. Logan is far from 100%, and we all know why Cornette wanted this match in the first place. Marcellus and Vincent are his hired guns. Anything short of the Heavenly Rockers leaving in an ambulance will be considered a failure. COACH And let's not forget about the Handsome Hustler's big surprise later tonight. Ned is not one to disappoint. Whatever it is, it's gonna be off the charts. CABOOSE If it's anything like "Weekend at Neddy's," I hope the fans at home have their DVRs and VCRs ready. COACH If the police were less Beverly Hills Cops and more L.A.P.D., that tape never would have aired. That was breaking and entering. But as they say, what goes around comes around. And it came around on Krista and Alix. BUFFER And their opponents...hailing from Sin City, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time, the HEAVENLYYYY RRRRRRROOOOOOOOOCKERRRRRSSSSS! With Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" blaring in the backfround, the 2006 Anderson Cup champions emerge on the stage, running past each other to the edge of the rampway, pointing to their screaming fans as the strobe lights go crazy all over the home of the NBA's Memphis Grizzles. Feeding off the adreanline, Synth and Logan sprint to the ring, up the steel steps and slingshot inside the square circle. As the Heavenly Rockers pose on the turnbuckles, they're blindsided by the SCM! COLE I knew it! The South Central Militia aren't here to win, but rather soften up the Heavenly Rockers for the New New Midnight Express, who will do battle with Synth and Logan for the tag team titlse at AngleMania V. I sure hope money makes them happy, because they damn sure aren't going to get any title shots without winning some matches. * DING DING DING * The bell sounds, but the action is already underway as the SCM choke the Heavenly Rockers with their own leather jackets! The SCM continue their onslaught, disposing of Synth over the top rope, leaving them all alone with Logan Mann. Jim Cornette can hardly contain his excitement as Marcellus and Vincent overwhelm the young superstar with clubbering shots to the back, dropping him to the canvas. Logan can only cover up as he's kicked in the ribs and stomp on the back of his neck. Referee Charles Robinson is shoved to the mat as he tries to get the SCM to let up, the fear of disqualification not at all a concern to the SCM or Jim Cornette, who BLASTS Synth across the back with the racket! The SCM whip Mann to the ropes, trying to take his head off with a vicious double clothesline. Marcellus and Vincent put the boots back to Logan, almost as if they're trying to leave an imprint of their feet on his chest. COACH If the match continues the way it's going, the Heavenly Rockers aren't going to make it to AngleMania! CABOOSE Here comes Synth. * BOOM * Big right hand levels Vincent Santana, but the SCM regain the advantage as Marcelles comes to his partner's defense. They send the Synthmeister off for a double clothesline, but Synth rolls through the locked hands of the SCM and knocks them off their feet with a springboard double back elbow! Marcellus and Vincent are reunited with a DOUBLE KNOGGIN'-KNOCKER! And Logan returns to the field of -- or is it mat of? -- play, sending Moe reeling with one of his wicked left hands. With the Moe and Vinny trapped in opposite corners, the Heavenly Rockers climb onto the second turnbuckle and begin playing a tune on the heads of the SCM with their fists! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! COLE Fan interaction at its finest. Rattled, the SCM hold onto the top rope to keep themselves upright. The Heavenly Rockers glance over their shoulders to relay a message to each other from afar, and that message is to whip the SCM into each other...but Santana reverses Mann's Irish whip, sending him into the arms of Marcellus, who hotshots Mann on the top turnbuckle, snapping Logan's head back violently! To his credit, Mann has the presence of mind to roll outside, but Jim Cornette's frantic calls to the SCM to attack gives Mann little time to regroup. Synth tries to prevent Moe from going out after Logan, hooking him for a back suplex, but it's the SCM who hit a back suplex as Vincent comes over for the double-team. With Synth left lying in the ring, the SCM turn their attention to Mann outside. They stalk their prey, slowly cornering Logan before pouncing on him like a bunch of wild savages. The SCM lift up the protective mats ringside and set Logan for a spike piledriver, with Marcellus going up on the apron to deliver the spiking. COLE Oh, no! We've seen this before. CABOOSE The World tag team champions used a spike piledriver on the concrete floor to injury Logan prior to Zero Hour. It looks like the SCM want to finish what the champs started. COLE (shouting) Not this! Not this! The crowd gasp in horror as Vincent prepares to take Mann up for the piledriver, but roar in unison as Synth wipes out Santana with a SUICIDE DIVE! Marcellus jumps off the apron...and into a left hand to the midsection by Mann on the way down. Logan gets up firing hard kicks to the ribs, giving Marcellus a taste of his own medicine. The Synthmeister joins his boy in the ring for some old school double-teaming. The Heavenly Rockers cue up an Irish whip, then press play for a back bodydrop. They nail Santana getting up on the apron with a double dropkick, then Mann jerks Marcellus' head back with a running kneelift, which Synth follows up with a swinging neckbreaker! Synth rushes to the corner and pulls himself up on the second turnbuckle, leaping off and connecting with a patented FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Marcellus sent face-first into the turnbuckle. The Heavenly Rockers with a tag, and right into an arm wringer by Logan. Logan wrings and wrings the arm until Moe is brought to his knees. He looks up to the sky, not begging the big man upstairs for forgiveness, but grimacing in pain from the transition into an armbar. A series of quick tags and double-axehandles off the top onto the arm later, Logan re-applies the armbar, keeping Wallace isolated in their side of the ring. Cornette jumps on the apron to distract referee Charles Robinson, allowing Santana to sneak in and level Mann with a clothesline. James E. turns model citizen after the damage has been done, telling Charles it was wrong for him to jump on the apron. COACH What a man is James E. It's great to still see there's some honest people left in the world. COLE Honest and Jim Cornette go together like oil and water. They just don't mix. Moe drags Logan over to the SCM corner by the hair and rams him into the knee of Vincent. Moe spits in Synth's face, drawing him inside the ring to turn the referee's attention elsewhere as he and Vincent pumpel Mann in the corner. Even Cornette gets in on the act, jabbing the racket into the ribcage of Mann. Now the legal man, Vincent brings Logan out of the corner and levels him with the point of the elbow to the back of the neck, then delivers a legdrop across the neck for good measure. ONE... TWO... THR-- Vincent picks Logan off the mat! COLE Now why the hell did he do that?! COACH :lol: The SCM aren't ready to put Logan away. They wanna punish him just a little bit more. CABOOSE They want to cripple him, that's what you mean. COACH Nah, they just wanna hurt him. But I'm sure they'd take crippling him, too. Either one works just fine. Vincent nods his head, a twinkle in his eye as Jim Cornette makes a spiking motion, signaling for a piledriver. Santana positions Mann in a standing headscissors, but spends too much time taunting the crowd and Synth, easily allowing Mann to counter with a backdrop. Logan slowly gets up to his feet and lunges towards his corner, only to have Vincent grab ahold of his foot and bring him down. Santana with wild shots to the neck, before bringing Mann up and hitting a hangman's neckbreaker! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Again, a member of the SCM picks Logan off the mat. Charles Robinson warns the SCM and Jim Cornette one more such act will result in a DQ, to which Marcellus responds with a middle finger and a tag. "Time to end this shit," says Moe as he lifts Logan up and spikes head-first into the canvas with a brainbuster. But that obviously isn't what he meant by saying it's time to end it, as he tags Vincent back in and whips Logan to the ropes. Marcellus hits the near side as Vincent runs off the far, and hit their spear/flying forearm double-team maneuver...on nothing but air, as Synth beats the SCM to the glass and brings the rebound down...in the Heavenly Rockers corner! Synth tags himself in, and goes right to work. He levels Santana with a right, as well as Marcellus. Scoope and a slam. Another scoope and a slam. The Synthmeister knocks the SCM off their feet with a pair of dropkicks. Jim Cornette climbs up onto the apron...and eats a right hand to the roar of the crowd! Synth shoves Vincent into the corner and climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, his right hand cocked as he stares at the fans inside the jammed packed FedEx Forum. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Synth leaps back and catches Marcellus charging in with a cross bodyblock! He hammers the South Central native with closed fists, but gets stomped in the head from behind. The SCM work Synth over before shooting him to the ropes for their Jailbreak finisher, a maneuver that didn't connect earlier. And it won't now, as Logan SPEARS Moe to the outside while Synth reverses Santana's flying forearm into a POWERSLAM! The Synthmeister bounces up to his feet, the fans cheering wildly as he signals for Percussion. Shyanne quickly steps onto the apron to distract Charles Robinson, while Jim Cornette carefully sneaks behind Synth with the tennis racket ready to unload. * BOO... NO! * Synth catches Cornette in the act, kicking him in the gut, sending the racket flying into the hands of Vincent Santana, as Synth is prime to hit Corny with Percussion. COLE Behind you, Synth! Behind you! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" As Santana is ready to hit Synth with the racket, from the crowd appear LOS DIABLOS DE FEUGO! "HOMIES!" "HOMIES!" "HOMIES!" Mariachi pulls Shyanne off the apron as Moracca throws a handful of [color=#FF99FF][b]PINK GLITTER[/b][/color] into the eyes of Vincent, blinding him long enough for Synth to roll him up for the... ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners... THE HEAVENLY RRRROOOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRSSSSS! "Heart-Shaped Box" playing in the background, the Heavenly Rockers celebrate with an exuberant Los Diablos, who point to the SCM and company in the ring, giggling and acting like little school girls. The SCM point back, making snapping gestures, saying they're gonna break some bones now. COLE With the assist of Los Diablos de Feugo, the Heavenly Rockers have pulled off the win. All right! COACH How can you say that's all right? They cheated! CABOOSE What goes around comes around, right? Vincent was going to hit Synth with the racket, but Los Diablos got to them first. COACH Whatever. COLE There's still plently of action still to come. Stay with us or you'll be HeldDOWN~!

Isn't that Sable? Yes. I assume there was a typo, though "reading to grind" is pretty funny.

I'm still missing a few things, but since I have the ME and most of the major stuff the show is up in OAOAST HE. The show is a monster thanks to Alf's match, which looks awesome as hell. Just skimmed it as I was putting the show together and it looks like the clear favorite for OAOAST MOTY. Papacita once again did a great job with the graphics, even if he almost threw his PC through a window a few times. It must've been one of those nights for those working behind the scenes, as I felt like taking out some frustration on my PC putting the show together.

COLE Well folks, I'm being told there's a situation exploding backstage. Let's get a camera back there! COACH As the only black guy at this table, I feel an obligation to say that all this shit happening tonight is WHACK! CABOOSE Thanks for that. The camera cuts to the locker room where two men are brawling wildly, sending each other crashing into the wooden tables and metal lockers scattered around the room. Crowds of officials immediately run in and try to separate the men, doing their absolute best to move them to opposite sides of the room. The camera pans around to reveal that one of the men involved in this brawl is OAOAST Legend Tony Brannigan! TONY Get the hell out of here! STOP HOLDING ME BACK! I'm going to finally get this son of a bitch! As if he was Moses spreading the Red Sea, Tony swings his arms to the side and sends the men sprawing towards the far side of the room. He tries running towards the other man again but, before he can, the officials are back on him like a swarm of locusts, keeping him from completely destroying whoever is taunting him. Hmm. Who is taunting him anyway? The camera swings around to the other side of the room to see a bright, cocky grin from none other than....[b][size=4]Hoff[/size][/b]! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The crowd lets out a surprised roar as Hoff willingly lets everyone holding him back, amused at the show of passion that Tony is demonstrating. HOFF Come on Tony. All I wanted to do was talk to you. That's it. TONY Don't you DARE talk to me! Don't even look to me! You should have been SHOT at the exact moment you even stepped into this building tonight! Tony tries to push past the officials but, again, they manage to keep him back. HOFF What the hell is the matter with you, Tony? Upset because your career is going NOWHERE?! Upset that The Heavenly Rockers are getting title shots at AngleMania and you'll be lucky if you wind up being Alfdogg's personal nacho boy?! Don't blame me for this! It's all your fault! With a scowl, Tony pushes forward again. TONY REALLY?! Do you know what YOU are, Hoff? You. Are. A. Loser. You're someone that could NEVER make it here. How many times you gonna walk out on us? How many times are you going to turn your back on the only company that made your worthless ass HALFWAY FAMOUS?! Suddenly, Hoff's grin isn't as wide as it just was. TONY I am tired of you spitting on all of us. Tired of you spitting on the Heavyweight Title. And I am DAMN WELL TIRED of you spitting on the OAOAST. You left this federation because you didn't have what it takes to make it here. That's all it was. So stop stepping foot here because you CLEARLY don't have the passion that Dan Black or Zack Malibu or Leon Rodez or MYSELF have! In a quick reversal of roles, it's now Hoff trying to shove away the officials desperately clinging onto him. Tony's comments seem to have hit close to home. HOFF You think that's it?! You think THAT'S why I left? You don't know a god damn thing! You don't think I have the passion anymore? TONY I know that's it! HOFF Really?! Fine! Show up to HeldDown next week! Street fight. Me. You. It's that simple. You want to get at me so bad, see me next week! And not that it's a problem, but I don't give a DAMN whether Axel approves or not. Show up here next week and I'll ready to show exactly where my passion in the OAOAST lies. Looking calm for the first time since this altercation started, Tony suddenly locks eyes with the man who was once known as The Future. TONY Street fight between you and me next week? Oh, I'll be here. HOFF I'm glad. TONY You'll just wish that you weren't. With that final comment, Tony willingly lets everyone holding him back to pull him out of the room. With fire in his eyes, Hoff stares down the legend as he makes his exit. HOFF Yeah, Tony. We'll see.

Ugh, wasn't feeling it with this one. But's it respectable. [i][b]RIGHT NOW[/b], C’mon, it’s everything RIGHT NOW, Catch a magic moment, do it Right here and now It means everything[/i] [img=http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/4824/am52hx.gif] 30 DAYS AWAY The cameras pan around a sea of heads before SWOOPING~! to the men of Sofa Central. COACH I can't believe it. Only 30 days until AngleMania V, baby! CABOOSE Neither can I. Because that's the night Alfdogg brings the OAOAST Championship back home. COACH Oh, please. COLE One of the big matches we'll see at AngleMania V, Sunday night, April 2nd, is for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. The 2006 Anderson Cup champions, the Heavenly Rockers, will get their shot at the gold and their arch-rivals, the New New Midnight Express. Let's hear these pre-recorded comments from the tag team champs. We cut to Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned in front of a OAOAST banner, smirking and clutching the tag titles closely to their chests. SIMON (acting confused) Lookie here! Hey, Ned! What's that thing on your shoulder? (Ned looks down at the belt confused. He studies it a good twenty seconds before coming up empty handed) NED I don't know, brother Singleton! It looks..it looks..it looks like a tag team title belt! SIMON But that's impossible! How could we have the tag team titles? It doesn't make sense! I...I...I don't understand! Weren't we suppose to lose these things to Chicks Over Dicks in LaLa land? NED Everyone said we were! What's going on, Simon?! (The men break out into uproarious laughter) SIMON Oh, man. We're too much. One man's crap is another man's treasure! And two women's sorrow is two dude's joy! Krista may still be passed out face down in a ditch, but I know Ned and I are still riding the wave of euphoria, because we're still the World tag team champions. Once again the naysayers, the odds makers, the haters, and the experts all thought they knew what was gonna happen. It was supposed to be over for Simon and Ned. One more short reign in a career full of them! Even The Govenator, Arnold, was ready to invite the not so lovely ladies up to Sacramento for an honoring ceromony! Hey, Arnold, if ya got the invitaions lying around, send them to me, we need to chat because I've got some socially revolutionary concepts that will shook America's political foundations. But to get this back on track, Chicks Over Dicks got bitch slapped by two pricks with dicks! They were the people's choice to win, but this wasn't an award show, and like the spokesmen for the repressed voices of south central L.A., the SCM, have said in the past -- don't believe the hype! :lol: NED After 3 weeks of rigorous training for our match, which included 5 mile jogs down Santa Monica beach starting at 6 in the morning and countless hours watching video tape, some of it wrestling, Simon and I finally get a much deserved night off. Every tag team title defense is an important one, but there was something extra special about this one. Like the Neddy Bear finally got into the sweetest honey pot there is. But you know what they say about all work and no play. Work was Sunday night, when I once again came on top of Krista, but play comes next week when I gave the surprise of a lifetime to one special person in my life. You see, because of Krista's constant attempts to drive a dragger through my heart, she's caused me to neglect many important things in my life such as surfing, tanning, Bill Murrary movies,tanning some more, weight lifiting, staring at myself in the mirrror, tanning again and so on and so forth. But the biggest of them all, she's caused me to neglect the special little lady in my life, the ONLY woman I deeply care about. So next week, I vow to finally be the man in my little princess' life. And there's nothing Krista can do about it. That brings us to AngleMania and the Heavenly Rockers. The contracts have been signed, sealed and delivered. All we wait for now is Sunday night, April 2nd, Trump Plaza, AngleMania V. The feud between the Heavenly Rockers and the New New Midnight Express has spanned over the last year and a half. And no matter how many times we break Synth's arm, or we crush Logan's heart, they still keeping coming and coming. Not anymore. We're on the final track on our little CD. Our concert is at it's finale. We started this war in December 2004, we end it April 2nd, 2006. SIMON Oh, and by the way, good luck on your match next week, Synth and Logan. You don't know how crush we'd be if you didn't make it to AngleMania. SIMON & NED :lol:

...after being recommended to do so by Tony. At first, I thought the big news was WWE purchased our tape collection. Damn, that was lame. *avoids tomatos*

OAOAST Tag Team Championship The Heavenly Rockers vs. The NNMX ©

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the return of one of the most celebrated talk show hosts in television history. Please welcome the host who puts Oprah, Maury Povich, Donahue and Sally Jesse Raphel to shame; the host of THE LOUISVILLE SLUGGER... Mr. Jim Cornette! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Chase" hits, and out to the interview stage comes a banana colored suit wearing James E. Cornette, still beaming from his New New Midnight Express sucessfull title defense Sunday night. CORNETTE Ah, shut up, you stinkin' losers. Tonight you're in for a treat, because once again back by popular demand is The Louisville Slugger! You wouldn't believe the cards, the letters, the e-mails and phone calls that came through J.C.E. and OAOAST headquaters asking for the Slugger to return so yours truly could get down to the bottom of the event that occurred after the Anderson Cup Finals at Zero Hour. And unless you've been living in a cave in Afganistan -- and if you are, you're probably in trouble with the United States -- you know two things happened. One, my Midnight Express put Laverne and Shirley in their place and came out still the World tag team champions, and two, the Heavenly Rockers employed a cheap tatic to win the 2006 Anderson Cup and therefore a tag team title match at AngleMania V. So with that, I'd like to welcome my guests at this time, the uncrowned Anderson Cup champions...the Sooner Bruisers! Whooooooooo! A mixture of cheers and boos accompany the Sooner Bruisers to the interview stage, "Frankenstein" blaring over the multi-million dollar sound system. Jim Cornette greets the brothers with a smile and a handshake, but is shunned away. Always on his feet, Cornette quickly recovers and begins the interview to hide his embarrassment. CORNETTE Let's be blunt here. We haven't exactly exactly seen eye-to-eye in the past, fellas, but as a man who believes in the spirit of competition, what happened at Zero Hour was a miscarriage of justice, in my opinion. When the Man of Tomorrow caught Logan coming off the top and reversed his attempted crossbody into the 69 Driver, the match was over. Everybody knows it. There was no way Logan Mann was going to kickout after the BUTT-kicking he had already receive. But then he goes off and pulls one of the lowest stunts I've ever seen, faking a neck injury so he could buy himself time. I mean, he had everyone fooled...except you, Frank. You saw through that charade. You repeatedly tried to pin the man, only for special referee Arn Anderson, a man who, for the record, retired due to a neck injury and was conned just like the rest of us, to stop you so Logan could receive medical attention. We all know what happened next. He rolled you up for the 1-2-3. I know some in the media are trying to paint you as the bad guys, but I don't blame you for what you did afterwards. I think I probably would've reacted the same. I just want you guys to know there are a lot of people out there, myself included, who understand what you were going through emotionally and still support you. And I'm also here to tell you you have the complete support of my legal team if you wish to take this matter to court and tie-up the AngleMania tag team title match contract for weeks, months, even years so that you can receive the title shot that is rightfully yours. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Yeah, and so your New New Midnight Express won't have to face the Heavenly Rockers at AngleMania V. COACH James E. is only trying to right a wrong. CABOOSE He's trying to recruit the Sooner Bruisers into his stable. FRANK If there's one thing we hate more than pot-belly managers in polyester suits, it's attorneys. You see, my brother and I wear our emotion on our sleeves, and sometimes our emotions get the best of us like it did at Zero Hour. The great Arn Anderson put it best a couple of weeks ago, when he stood on this very stage and said the Anderson Cup Finals involved the highest stakes outside of the tag titles themselves being on the line. We gave our heart and soul in that match. My brother and I have been dreaming about becoming tag team champions since we were little kids growing up in Oklahoma and wrestling in our backyard. Sunday night, we came 3 seconds away from getting a shot at gold on the biggest night in our sport, AngleMania. The next thing I know, Arn Anderson is pushing me back, telling me Logan is hurt bad. When I saw Logan wasn't moving and the EMTs rushing out from the back, I became concerned just like the rest of those watching live and at home. Then I got rolled up. If there's anybody to blame for our loss, it's me. I'm man enough to admit it. I've been around this sport long enough to know about the chess games guys play on each other during the match to gain the upper hand. So I apologize to my brother, our fans, and most of all I apologize to the Heavenly Rockers for my actions after the match. I snapped in the heat of the moment, everything the Frankensteiners worked hard for flushed down the drain in 3 short seconds. Logan, you of all people know what it feels like to have something you deeply care about the most be taken away from you. Believe me when I tell you, I regret what I did. CORNETTE (chuckling) No, no, no. You have nothing to be sorry for. If anybody should be apologizing, it's Logan Mann. Think about it. While you're apologizing, Synth and Logan are still celebrating in Vegas over their win Sunday night. And speaking of our good friend, maybe you've heard they have a match next week against the South Central Militia, a tune up for their AngleMania match. COLE More like a hit. COACH Shh! CORNETTE (CONT'D) Now I know you say everything is fine with the Heavenly Rockers, but if, uh, you know, they somehow got injured by "accident or act of God," I'm sure Jim Cornette Enterprises would handsomely reimburse the person or [i]persons[/i] who helped the Heavenly Rockers get to a medical facility, if you know what I mean. FRANKIE Yeah, and it stinks! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!" FRANK The only time my brother and I would throw down with you and your goons is inside the ring or over a bridge. We've told our side of the story. Wheather you believe it or not, that's up to you. But we're not gonna stand out here and listen to you shove your crap down our throats. As far as we're concerned, this interview is over! The Sooners walk off the stage, leaving Jim Cornette all to his lonesome. CORNETTE Well, there you have it. The Sooner Bruisers. Built like trucks, brains like pinto beans. This concludes another exciting edition of The Louisville Slugger. I am your host Jim Cornette, saying keep your feet on the ground and the eyes in the back of your head. Especially you, Heavenly Rockers. CUE: "Chase"

Now would be the perfect time to pitch an idea I've had in mind for nearly two years now, which only Patty knows about. It's the creation of a second "syndicated" show, a throwback to the days of WWF Superstars, Wrestling Challenge and WCW Worldwide. I've joked with Patty that the OAOAST syndicated show would either be called Syndicated or Worldwide Superstars of Wrestling Challenge. What does it have to do with the OAOVW you ask? I've read past reviews of WCW Saturday Night from the Bill Watts era that had something called "Battle of the Underdogs." Basically, the job guys would face each other in competive matches. We could easily adapt that to showcase OAOVW characters. I have all sorts of ideas for a show like this, but it's just a matter of finding the time to put such a show together.

I echo the comments made by Patty and PK. I'm a bit burned out from putting the show together, but the Iron Man is a must read. Loved the NWA rules stip, which I gave HI-YAH when that whole thing first started. I can't take credit for the Trump promo, originally used at last year's AnglePalooza. IIRC, Mario Logan wrote it. Edit: Everything is now in except SJ's promo.

SCHIAVONE What an explosive situtation we've just seen. Obviously the Sooner Bruisers are tremendously disappointed with the outcome of their match. Jesse, you were there when it all went down, your take on the situation. VENTURA The Sooners were just venting their anger. Could they have gone about it a different way, absolutely. But you can't blame them for being upset. You talking about snatching a win out of the jaws of defeat, that's exactly what the Heavenly Rockers did. SCHIAVONE I'm sure we'll find out more this Thursday night on HeldDOWN~!, but the time has come for our final match of the evening. Christian Wright defends his HI-YAH Championship against Zack Malibu. Lots of bragging rights involved, with each fraction wanting to gain the upper hand heading into AngleMania. VENTURA You gotta wonder how good to go Christian Wright is. Everybody saw what that floozy Alix Maria Spezia and her illegal alien friends did to him Thursday night. I bet Zack Malibu called in a favor to his buddy. SCHIAVONE Wait just a minute. Are you siding with the Upstarts?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" VENTURA Listen, little man, I don't care which side wins because I'll still get paid no matter what. You know, getting sent home might be a blessing in disguse, because then I wouldn't have to work with you anymore! Now excuse me. It's time for me to go hang around MY people. Jesse walks off the set to chants of his name. SCHIAVONE Michael Cole, take it away. COLE It has come down to this. It's main event time tonight, and it's a match that favors one participant in particular. It all started several weeks ago, when charter Upstart members Scotty Static and Johnny Jax verbally assaulted the duo of James Blonde and Faqu, targetting their home promotion of HI-YAH, our Japanese affiliate, in particular. HI-YAH officials were understandably upset by the slander, and a compromise was made that instead of the OAOAST World Title being on the line in tonight's main event, that Peter Knight would have a night off, and instead Christian Wright would defend the HI-YAH Heavyweight belt against an opponent chosen by HI-YAH officials. That man turned out to be Zack Malibu, the sworn enemy of the Upstarts, which no doubt angered everyone in that group. COACH That ain't the half of it. COLE However, Axel decided to turn this negative into a positive, using the loophole that while HI-YAH booked the opponent for Wright, they couldn't book the match. So Axel used his political power as GM to make this a special contest, one with a special referee...Christian Wright's muscle, Bohemoth, and stated that the match can only end via his count or his call. CABOOSE Zack's going to have a lot to deal with tonight. Wright is a hell of a competitor in his own right, I'll give him that. I'd go so far as to say he might not need the favortism, but it is what it is. If anyone can beat the odds, it's Zack Malibu. COLE Let's go up to the ring where Michael Buffer awaits, ready to introduce us to all the participants in tonights main event. DING! DING! DING! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall is your main event of the evening, and it is for the HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! "Back In Black by AC/DC hits as soon as Buffer's last word echoes throughout the arena, and down the rampway comes the official for the contest, sporting a tight fitting referee shirt with a popped collar! COACH What style...he even makes the zebra stripes look good! Bohemoth steps through the ropes and paces the ring, as Buffer introduces him to the crowd, who already seem to know him well judging by their loud jeers. BUFFER Introducing first, the official for tonights matchup...BOHEMOTH! Bo stands by the ropes and smirks, while the crowd lets him have it. After his music fades the lights drop, and pulsing strobes of blue and gold flicker on the entranceway, as the opening bass lines to "Getting Away With Murder" hit. Once the song kicks in, the appearance of the OAOAST's longtime defender draws a large pop from the crowd, as the fans go wild when Zack makes his way to the ring. BUFFER Coming down the ramp, he is the challenger tonight. Weighing in at an even two hundred pounds, hailing from Providence, Rhode Island, this is ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBU! Zack steps through the ropes and climbs up on the middle rope, sliding off his hooded vest and throwing it out to the crowd, then pounds his chest and throws his arms up, working the crowd into more of a frenzy! Malibu hops down and circles the ring, giving a glare to Bohemoth, who just smiles back at him cockily. He finds Knight's box and, mimicking Alf earlier, hops onto the turnbuckles and glares at him as Knight holds up the World Title belt, telling Zack "It's mine!" The lights stay dim as "Slither" hits, and the crowd is deflated, their frenzy turning into a chorus of boos as Zack's opponent is introduced. BUFFER His opponent, he is the current reigning and defending HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion...from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in tonight at two hundred, thirty three pounds, he is "The Natural", CHRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSTIAN WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! Wright throws his hood back and walks to the ring, locking eyes with Zack on his path to the squared circle. Wright enters and paces back and forth as he removes his entrance attire, revealing the sixteen pounds of gold wrapped around his waist. The lights come up and Wright removes the belt, and he and Zack meet in center ring, as Wright hands the belt over to Bo, who holds it in the air. COACH All right, see, he's playing it down the middle so far. CABOOSE The match hasn't STARTED yet! DING! DING! DING! COACH You were saying? Lockup to start, and Wright quickly uses a go behind, and wraps his arms around Zack's waist. Malibu fires back a pair of elbows to stun Wright, and then counters with his own go behind, then releases and hits a thunderous chop to the back of Wright, nailing him right in the middle of the back! Wright reels, and Zack takes him and holds him in a side headlock, but then finds himself shot to the ropes. He stops short of Wright's leapfrog attempt, and then opens up on the scholarly Upstart, hammering him with right hands before sending him to the ropes and connecting with a spectacular dropkick, one that sends Christian Wright bailing out of the ring! COLE Only moments into the match and Christian Wright is looking for the high road, despite the fact that the odds are in his favor! COACH How do you figure? The man was shoehorned into this main event slot simply as an act of vengeance from both the HI-YAH and OAOAST Corporate Offices! They go and stick the poster boy over there against him, and you're telling me the odds are in Christian's favor? COLE He's got the backing of the General Manager, the OAOAST World Champion watching his back along with the rest of your crew, and his BEST FRIEND is the referee for the match? How is Zack NOT the underdog here tonight? COACH PK is up in that luxury box and, like Caboose said earlier, that's a long way from the ring for him. Malibu looks to exit the ring, but Bo puts a stop to that, blocking Malibu and telling him to get back while he counts Wright out. Zack glares at the official, but bites his tongue, knowing that he's going to have to play by the Upstarts rules for the time being if he expects to obtain championship gold here tonight. COACH That's right Zack, step back and let Bo do his job tonight. To his credit, Bohemoth gives a fair count, although one would wonder if he'd actually count to ten should Wright remain on the floor. Wright slides back in at the count of seven and comes face to face with Malibu, and shoves him back...so Malibu connects with a slap across the face that surprises the HI-YAH champ! Christian takes a wild swing, but can't connect with the haymaker, as Malibu hooks the arm and swings behind him, trapping his head in an inverted facelock and lifts...but Wright floats over and takes Zack by the waist and runs him to the ropes, rolling him up with a cradle! ONE! Malibu kicks out instantly, as Bo can't get to two, and the force of the kickout sends Wright towards the ropes, but he grabs the top rope and slingshots himself out to the apron. Zack gets up, and Wright tries a springboard, but Zack rushes over and pushes his feet off the rope, back to the apron! Zack takes him by the head and runs him across the apron to ram his head into the turnbuckle, but Wright puts a foot up to block! He tries to mash Zack's head into the turnbuckle, but Malibu blocks as well! The two men inch away from the post, each one with their hand on the other's head...and then Wright jumps down and snaps Zack's throat across the top rope! Malibu staggers back, allowing Wright to enter the ring and pick him up, then slam him down on the canvas. Wright then bounces off the ropes and falls forward, dropping an elbow into Zack's throat before rolling him onto his stomach and bringing him to his feet. Wright nails Zack with several chops as they both come up to their feet, and then fires him into the rop...NO! Zack puts on the brakes and swings around, taking Wright down by his legs and then delivering a hard stomp between the legs, much to the delight of the crowd and the fury of the referee Bohemoth, who pushes Zack away forcefully and berates him for such a tactic. Zack is silent as Bo threatens to disqualify him, but the big man then steps aside and allows Zack to continue on with the match, despite being unhappy with what he just did. COACH So let me ask you this, Michael, or you too, 'boose...do you approve of tactics like that? CABOOSE You're looking for the honest answer, right? COACH Yeah. CABOOSE I think he should have used both feet. COACH See, that's what I mean! That's the type of hypocrisy the Upstarts try to prevent. We do it, we're the bad guys, we're the renegades who didn't conform. Zack Malibu does it, and these fans jump up and down like they won the Powerball, and applaud it! COLE After what you've put that man through in the last several months, a kick to the nuts should be the least of Christian Wright's worries! Malibu moves towards Wright and nails him with a European uppercut that floors him, and sends him falling back against the ropes. Malibu drags him away and hoists him up for a vertical suplex, letting Wright dangle upside down and have the blood rush to his head...but Wright kicks his legs and manages to come back down and plant his feet on the mat, then lifts Zack with his own suplex, but Malibu slides out and falls behind, then takes him to the mat with a rear waistlock takedown, and then paintbrushes him across the back of the head! COACH See! Listen to these fans, cheering such unsportsmanlike conduct! Wright is incensed at Malibu's taunting, and so he charges...falling face first thanks to a drop toehold! Wright rolls over and sits up, holding his mouth, as Zack positions himself behind him, and then blasts him with a soccer kick to the back! Zack then hits the ropes and comes off with a soccer kick to the chest of Wright...but his leg is grabbed, and Wright clings onto it as he stands up, then takes Zack over with a Dragon screw! Wright then follows up with stomps before hitting the ropes and dropping an elbow...that misses! Zack rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, and then he drops an elbow...but that misses too! Wright covers quickly, but Bo hasn't even counted one before Zack pushes Wright off! They both get to their feet and Christian charges, but Malibu hits a monkey flip that sends Christian airborne...and he lands on his feet! He quickly leaps onto the middle rope and springboards backwards with a crossbody, wiping Zack out, and hooks the leg for a cover! ONE! T-KICKOUT! Zack pushes Wright off him again, but this time as he comes up to his feet, Wright hits the ropes and drives a knee into Zack's back, sending him spilling out through the ropes and to the floor below! As soon as contact is made with the floor, Bo begins his count, seeming a little too eager about the possibile countout that could ensue from this. COLE Again, blatant favortism. Wright's gotten the breaks and breathers so far, but as soon as Zack got sent to the outside, he was positioned to make that ten count! COACH Which is the way it should be with any referee, Michael. Your complaints fall on deaf ears. It's an eye for an eye! Bo gets up to the count of five by the time Zack is standing, and that's when Wright springs into action, hitting the ropes and then using a baseball slide...that gets dodged! Zack then yanks Christian to the floor by his legs and tries a short lariat, but it's ducked by the defending champion, who then turns Zack around, doubles him over with a kick, and hits a snap suplex on the floor! Wright then pulls Zack up by the head and stuffs him back into the ring, then gets on the apron and slingshots himself into the ring with a double stomp to the chest of Zack Malibu! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Wright walks across the apron and looks to the fans, then shrugs before turning his attention back to Zack. He pulls him up and applies a front facelock, clubbing Zack across the shoulder blades with his free arm. He sets Zack up for a suplex, but Malibu pushes out of the facelock, and when Wright moves forward, he's met with a hard chop to the chest! Christian reels from the blow, and then finds himself dumped on his back with a fireman's carry before being met with a dropkick to the back of the neck as he sits up! Malibu hits the ropes and executes a quebrada, but Wright puts his knees up, and Malibu lands hard and favors his ribs, and his injury enables Wright to easily hoist him up and drill him into the canvas with a stuff powerbomb! ONE! TW-NO! Zack kicks out, but Wright keeps on him, picking him up by the arm and then sending him to the corner, and then follows up with a running knee into the ribs! Wright then starts using shoulderblocks to further weaken Zack, and then lifts him up and seats him on the top rope. COLE Christian Wright is looking for something high-impact here. COACH Thank you, Professor. Wright climbs up, but Malibu pushes him off, doing his best to ward off the attack. Wright lands on his feet and runs right back up the ropes, but he gets pushed off again, and this time lands on his back! Zack uses the opening to start to balance himself on the top rope, but Wright gets up and rushes the corner again, knocking Zack off balance and crotching him on the top rope! Wright then moves up the ropes again, and this time Zack is too stunned to do anything about it, as he's taken over with a superplex by the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion! Wright rolls on top, and covers, as the crowd watches on, hopeful for a kickout. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaah!" The crowd gets what they asked for, as Malibu rolls a shoulder up to stop Bohemoth's count! Wright looks at his friend, who rolls his eyes in disbelief that Malibu was able to escape. Wright drags Zack to his feet and immediately sends him to the corner, then follows up with a charge...right into a boot! Wright staggers away after Malibu's act of desperation, then charges in again...into a double boot! He knocks Wright back once again, and then props himself up on the middle rope and takes Wright by the head, and then goes for a Tornado DDT...but Wright blocks it and carries Zack around and sticks him right back on the turnbuckles! Wright backs off, but before he can do anything, Malibu leaps off the second rope and uses a sunset flip to take him to the mat, but Wright rolls through before a count is even considered, and tries for the figure four...but Malibu kicks him off and sends him through the ropes, out onto the ramp! COLE Christian couldn't stop his own momentum from taking him out of the ring, but that's the opening that Zack needs to be able to mount a comeback. Wright is up quickly, but once again, when Malibu goes to exit the ring, Bo tells him to keep back. The crowd boos as Bo prevents Zack from keeping his offense flowing, but when Bo turns his back to Malibu and resumes the count, Malibu sprints across the ring and leaps up onto the top rope, launching himself into the air with a springboard crossbody, taking Wright out on the ramp! CABOOSE THERE! Now that's what I like to see, Zacky, take it to him! Malibu rolls off of Wright and lays there looking up at the lights, as the crowd chants him name loudly. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" Groggy, Zack gets up, and retrieves Wright, but as he pulls Christian up Wright drives his head into Zack's midsection, which drops him to his knees! CABOOSE That was a blatant low blow! COACH It was not! Malibu was pulling him up, and was in too much of a damn hurry that he wound up hurting himself! Wright pulls Zack to his feet, but the challenger then stuns the champion by planting him with an inverted atomic drop, targetting the same area that Wright just punished on Malibu! The defending champion reels, as Malibu takes him and delivers another one before sending him down the ramp with an Irish whip, throwing him up in the air off the rebound and letting him drop back to Earth with a flapjack out on the rampway! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" CABOOSE That was the very definition of a crash landing! He almost went right through the ramp! COLE Wouldn't be the first time. Remember the time Zack got press slammed through it by Northstar. CABOOSE Shattered Dreams. COLE Same person. CABOOSE Different name. COACH WILL YOU GUYS PAY ATTENTION!!? I mean geez, when did you ever expect me to be the one to say that!? Zack yanks Wright up from the ramp and stands him on his spaghetti legs, then chops him, causing him to stumble back against the ropes. Malibu continues to chop, every crack of the chest skin drawing a "WHOO" from the crowd before swinging around with a discus clothesline that drops Wright over the ropes and back into the ring! Wright rolls onto his back, and Malibu slingshots in and lands with an elbowsmash, then once again looks for victory as he hooks the leg of Christian Wright! ONE! TWO! NO! COACH What spirit. What a fighting champion! Bohemoth stands up and backs off, waving two fingers in the air. Malibu eyes him as he brings Wright up and holds him by the wrist, follows up with a wrench of the arm, and then surprises him by taking him down with a sweep kick! Malibu reaches down, but Wright kicks up with both feet and knocks Zack down, then gets up and goes to get Zack...but Malibu kicks him down with both feet! All of a sudden, BOTH MEN kip up and move towards each other, and wind up taking each other out with a double clothesline! COLE AMAZING! Zack thought he had the advantage, Wright tried mounting a comeback, and their efforts have resulted in them laying each other out! Both men are down on the canvas, eyes closed due to the growing weariness this match has brought on. The Metrosexual Monster starts a standing ten count, watching and waiting to see if either man can make it up by the count of ten, because if not, the match will be ruled a draw. CABOOSE Well to his credit, Bo is counting both men down, but I shudder to think what's going to happen if Zack is the first one up! The well-dressed warrior, making even a simple ref shirt look fashionable tonight, keeps counting down both men, who have barely stirred. Concern is apparent on Bohemoth's face as he keeps looking to Wright, which causes this to become the slowest ten count in history! Christian is the first to lift himself off the mat, and Bo takes a deep breath out of relief...only to turn and see Zack coming up as well. Christian doesn't see this as he has his back to his opponent, so Bo quickly spins his ally around, and it enables Christian to drop Zack with a DDT, putting them both back down on the mat! COLE Unbiased my ass! He blatantly helped him out there! COACH If you were wandering around in a daze, wouldn't you want a good soul to point you in the right direction? Wright then rolls Zack over onto his back, but instead of going for the pin, he clobbers him with punches and elbows across the face, pummelling him like there's no tomorrow! Wright then slowly stands up and brings Malibu with him and sends him to the ropes, catching him as he comes off with a facebuster...and then an inverted atomic drop...then an STO! Wright then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across his forehead, completing the C4, and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! T-NO! KICKOUT! COLE He kicked out of the C4! Wright slaps the mat, then approaches Bo, asking about the count! Bo shrugs his shoulders and tells Wright that Zack had the shoulder up at two, and apologizes for it! Wright turns around and puts the boots to Zack, not allowing him any space for recovery, then drags him closer to center ring before running out to the apron! Wright then races across the apron and up the ropes, then leaps off with a high elevation frog splash, crashing all of his two hundred thirty one pounds across Zack Malibu! He hooks the leg, and Bo drops down, as the crowd counts along out of habit. ONE! TWO! THRE---NO! CABOOSE HE KICKED OUT! COACH HOW?! COLE Well, he lifted his shoulder up off the mat before the three count, which means... COACH I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! COLE Then why ask? Wright's jaw drops in shock, and Bo's eyes grow wider, as neither seem to believe that Malibu has escaped defeat! Wright immediately ducks out of the ring and climbs the ropes again, focusing on Zack before sending himself airborne, crashing down on him AGAIN with his Holy Grail of frog splashes! Wright hooks the leg as far back as he can, and watches as Bo counts, mouthing the count along with each slap of the canvas. ONE! TWO! THRE----NO! KICKOUT AGAIN BY ZACK MALIBU! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Wright rolls off of Zack and slams his hands on the mat, having a temper tantrum in mid-ring. Bo helps his friend up to his feet, but Wright brushes him off, going in for the kill as he stomps Zack down before pulling him up and shooting him into the ropes, nailing him with another facebuster, another inverted atomic drop, and another...WAIT! Malibu throws his elbow back into the side of Wright's face, and then it's MALIBU who hits WRIGHT with an STO, putting them both down on the canvas once again! COLE Malibu blocked the C4, and look at how exhausted these two are! CABOOSE I hate to say it, Cole, but no matter which one of these guys wins, they're going to deserve it. Once again, Bo starts a standing ten count, as both competitors regain their breath and try to survive through the exhaustion. They both roll on their stomachs and start pushing themselves off the mat. Malibu manages to do it faster than Wright and hits the ropes, coming off as Wright has his head tucked low and nails him with a ZACK ATTACK~! that knocks him silly, sending him through the ropes and crashing down on the ringside floor! COLE The Zack Attack connected! COACH But he can't win the title with Wright on the floor! Titles can't change hands on countouts! Bo looks over the ropes and checks on Wright, who is holding his head and kicking his legs as he lay face down on the floor. Malibu takes a moment before stepping out to the apron, and then simply crouches in wait, waiting for Wright to get to his feet. The champion pushes up, then balances himself with the help of the security railing...and when he turns around all he sees is the blur of Malibu racing across the apron and then leaping off, connecting with a hard flying lariat across his chest! COLE Apron Run Diving Clothesline connects as well, and Wright is laid out on the floor! Zack gets up, sweat dripping from his forehead, as the crowd responds in kind, enthused by the thought of Malibu getting revenge on at least one of The Upstarts tonight. He pulls Wright up for what seems like the millionth time this match, but Wright shoves him backwards, and Malibu collides with the ringpost, smashing the back of his head! Zack falls to the side, clutching the back of his head, as Wright gets up, only to stumble over! He catches himself on the apron, and then moves towards the timekeepers table, reaching over ring announcer Michael Buffer and grabbing his HI-YAH Heavyweight Title. He grasps it in both hands, the metal center plate exposed, and aims for Malibu, waiting for him to get up...but the referee, a man that Wright sees as his closest ally, slides out of the ring and stands in the way of the potentially fatal blow! COACH What the... CABOOSE I don't think anyone saw this coming! Wright steps back, in amazement that Bo would dare stand in his way. The referee stands his ground, but a frustrated Wright, looking to get a win by any means possible, tries to blow past him...and gets pushed back! The crowd roars as the two friends are nose to nose, and when Wright tries to go by him again, Bo pushes back, and then starts trying to take the title from his hands! Wright tugs on it, but Bo won't let go, and the bickering between the two men has the crowd at a fever pitch...even moreso as Zack gets to his feet and comes over to the two men...AND GETS BLASTED WITH THE BELT AS WRIGHT RELEASES HIS GRIP! COLE NO! CABOOSE But wait, was that...oh would you look at this now! Bohemoth, the referee for this contest, stands over Zack, holding the belt, as the momentum of Wright's release caused Bo to fall back and clock Zack in the head. What looked like an accident seems to have been done with intent, as Bo tosses the belt down and then just shrugs, before reaching down and picking up a bloody Zack in his arms, and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope! Bo slides in as well, while Wright climbs up on the apron and again ascends the turnbuckles, and hits a THIRD Holy Grail frog splash, crashing down across Zack Malibu! COACH That's it, he's done! He's taken three of these, he's had his head bashed into the ringpost, AND he got busted open by a beltshot. CABOOSE From the referee no less! COACH Accidents happen! CABOOSE Accident my ass. Wright covers, hooking a leg just in case Malibu has any fight left in him, as Bo makes the count. ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! NO! ZACK MALIBU THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP BEFORE THREE! COLE HE KICKED OUT! Wright can't believe it, so he keeps Zack down, pulling back on the leg again, as Bo counts. ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT AGAIN! ZACK KICKS OUT AGAIN! Wright pounds on the canvas, and gets up, stomping Zack down hard before pulling him up and then striking him with a hard kneelift. He then traps him in a front facelock, but before he can Convert any sinners, Malibu pushes him back, and then fires off SCHOOL'S OUT out of the blue...AND IT HITS BO INSTEAD OF WRIGHT! COLE He ducked it! COACH HE HIT THE REF! DQ! DQ! Wright hits a low blow from behind before Zack can do anything, and then drills him with a reverse DDT, spiking his head on the canvas! Wright then goes and tries to wake Bo up, trying to help him come to, but nothing seems to work, as the giant has been dropped by the right foot of the OAOAST's most beloved star! With both his opponent and his saving grace down on the canvas, Wright grows desperate, and exits the ring again, once again taking his HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship belt into his hand! He rolls into the ring and braces himself, egging Malibu on...when all of a sudden somebody hops on the ring apron and yanks the belt out of his hands! COLE What the...it's ALIX SPEZIA! The crowd roars as Alix steals the HI-YAH belt from Wright, who spins around in shock as the spunky superstar tries to hop off the apron with his belt...but he grabs her by the hair! Wright, who has had his problems with the COD in recent weeks, has Alix in his grasp...but he's then spun around by her sistah from another mistah, Krista Isadora Duncan! Krista then hits a low kick that stuns Wright...AND HAS HIM OPEN TO EAT A SCHOOL'S OUT FROM ZACK! COACH Get those girls out of there! Malibu should have been DQ'd for hitting the ref, nevermind the outside interference! COLE COD has simply evened the odds for Zack. Beltshots, blatant favortism...that's nothing compared with a simple kick to the junk. COACH I oughta kick YOU in the junk, punk! Malibu covers, and the fans count to three, but the one person who can make that count official is still groggy. Malibu gets up and goes over to Bo, slapping him across the face and trying to bring him back to life, while COD pounds the apron, adding to the crowd rally for Zack Malibu! COLE Chicks Over Dicks have come out to even the odds, but the referee is down and...oh now wait just a second! The arena explodes in boos as the GPX start coming down the ramp, pointing and cursing at Krista and Alix for watching Malibu's back. The storm down the ramp, but before they can do anything, James Blonde and Faqu charge down the ramp and spin them around, and start brawling with them on the rampway to a loud pop! CABOOSE ALL RIGHT! COACH No...NO! What are they doing out here?! COLE Evening the odds, Coach! Bo starts to stir, and Malibu notices this, so he pulls Wright up...but as he does he has his eyes raked by the champion, and then gets carried over with a Northern Lights Suplex...but there is still no one to count the fall! COACH C'mon Bo, roll over, there's a pin going on! Amidst all the chaos, Bohemoth manages to come to, turning over to see Wright pinning Malibu down with the suplex, and he counts! ONE! TWO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE He kicked out! COME ON ZACK! Blonde and Faqu drive the GPX back to the dressing room, but the COD stay put at ringside, cheerleading Zack Malibu. Wright pulls Zack up and grips him by the head, setting up for Converting The Sinner...but Malibu takes his wrist and wrenches his arm, twisting his way out of it before yanking Wright in close and grabbing him, lifting him off the canvas with a FALLING STAR DRIVER~! CABOOSE HE JUST BOUNCED HIS HEAD OFF THE CANVAS! Malibu covers, and Bo drops to his knees, counting the pin... ONE! TWO! THRE---WAIT! BO HESITATES, AND DOESN'T BRING HIS ARM DOWN! COLE Sonuva, I KNEW it. I KNEW it would come down to this. COACH See that Zack...all those years of favortism have just bitten you on the ass. It's KARMA, baby! THREE! COACH WHAT THE!? KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN SLID INTO THE RING AND PUSHED BO'S HAND DOWN FOR THE THREE COUNT! WE HAVE A NEW HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! COACH No...NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! COLE Hey, Axel said this match could only end by Bo's hand, and it did! The Upstarts finally got a taste of their own medicine! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the NEW HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUU! The crowd EXPLODES, as "Getting Away With Murder" hits, but is barely audible as the crowd goes crazy. Malibu rolls off of Wright and just lays there, while Alix Spezia slides into the ring and drapes the HI-YAH belt over his chest. We go to Knight's box and the champion is livid, tipping over food trays and kicking his couch. The cameras then cut backstage to Axel's office, and he is NOT happy, including the General Manager tossing his desk over and kicking the TV down in a fit of rage! COLE I guess those two won't be going to the victory party tonight! COACH That was robbery, Cole! You know it and I know it! CABOOSE It was fair play. That man fought his heart out tonight, and it could have been all for naught if that goon didn't make the count. Good for COD, and Blonde and Faqu, to help even up the odds! Bohemoth helps Wright up, with Wright nearly falling right back down as he's so worn out from the contest. Meanwhile, other OAOAST Superstars, including Blonde, Faqu, Zack's former partner Leon Rodez, and even Tony Brannigan hit the ring, lifting Zack up on their shoulders as the arena explodes in an awesome fireworks display! COLE Those aren't bombs bursting in the air, that's the sound of celebration! Zack Malibu battled against all odds tonight at Zero Hour, and he has definitely put a wrench in the Upstarts plans for the OAOAST! COACH We'll take care of this! You mark my words, we'll take care of this! Coach slams his headset down and storms off, walking past the ring and up the ramp, glaring at the celebration in the ring. He meets up with Bo and Wright on the ramp, and the three complain about just went on, before the cameras cut back to the ring one final time, showing Zack Malibu holding the belt over his head with both hands, as the crowd chants his name. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" © 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's shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! ------------------------------------------------------------ NARRATOR The following takes place between 8:00PM and 11:00PM. We fade into a shot of a jam-packed Staples Center. The crowd, seeing themselves on the big screens live on PPV, go nuts. PYRO~! PYRO~! PYRO~! PYRO BARRAGE~! SCHAIVONE (Off-Screen) They are jammed to the rafters inside the Staples Center for Zero Hour! The road to AngleMania V makes a pit stop in beautiful Los Angeles, California. LIVE ZERO HOUR STAPLES CENTER LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA The cheering intensifies and is heard even over the noise of the fireworks as they explode around the entrance and from the ring posts. The camera sweeps around the arena and it's screaming fans, catching such signage as "HI-YAH ZACK ATTACK!" and "Brock [x], PK [At AngleMania] GO ALF!" We head over to the interview stage where Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura stand. TONY SCHIAVONE Hi again, everyone. Tony Schiavone standing here as always with Jesse "The Body" Ventura. This must be like coming home for you, Jesse. VENTURA No doubt Tony. LaLa land has always been a friend to "The Body" and tonight, the OAOAST is taking Hollywood by storm with a huge card for everyone here and out in TV Land watching us live. TONY We've got FIVE OAOAST titles on the line tonight, topped off by Christian Wright defending his HI-YAH Heavyweight title against the OAOAST's most popular superstar Zack Malibu! VENTURA Zack's no stranger to holding the top titles in this buisness, but he's got quite a challenge ahead of him in Christian Wright. And don't forget having to deal with Bohemoth as the special referee, Tony. TONY Also, hometown homegirls Chicks over Dicks square off against The New New Midnight Express for the World Tag Team Championships! VENTURA Well, I know two teams who will be watching that match very closely. TONY Of course, you are speaking of both the Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers, who will square off tonight to determine the winner of the 2006 Anderson Cup, the winners of which will receive a World Tag title shot at AngleMania. VENTURA Gee Tony, how'd you guess? TONY We've got a lot more in store tonigh....... Suddenly, the opening drum and guitar flourish of Metalingus blasts over the PA system and the crowd instincively begins to boo as a spotlight is shone on a single luxury box. TONY Well, we know who this is. VENTURA The Heavyweight Champion of the World. The booing intensifies as OAOAST World Champion Peter Knight appears in the box, dressed casually in a powder blue polo shirt and tan pants. He walks up to the opened window of the box and raises the OAOAST World Title belt into the air. TONY Doesn't he look comfortable? VENTURA Hey, the guy isn't on the card, so why not enjoy the fruits of being a champion? Hell, I heard Axel set up quite a spread up there, so if you don't mind..... TONY Wait....Jesse...we're not..... Ventura walks out of frame as a puzzled Schiavone looks on. TONY Well, it looks like my partner has had his say about tonight's card, so let's throw it over to the three men who will call the action. Triple C, over to you. (Cut to Sofa Central) MICHAEL COLE Thanks Tony. Once again, good evening and welcome to Zero Hour. Michael Cole here alongside Jonathan Coachman and Caboose, as always. Guys, lots of Hollywood celebrities in the crowd tonight. I believe Keifer Sutherland, who of course plays Jack Bauer on the hit show 24 is sitting just a few rows behind us here. COACH Jack's here? Why isn't he looking for the nerve gas? Lynn's gonna get mad. CABOOSE ...You do know that show is fiction, right? COACH Like that fat kid said, "It's still real to me!" We quickly cut to Peter Knight sitting in his skybox, feet up and enjoying a glass of champagne. COLE Another shot of OAOAST World Champion Peter Knight in his luxury box, where he will enjoy tonight's show. No Coach, you can't go up there. COACH Dang. CABOOSE It's a long way from there to the ring, so at least the guy will stay out of everyone's buisness tonight. COACH Ah, don't worry about me. There's plenty of time for an Upstarts victory party later tonight when both Brock and Christian win their matches tonight. COLE Big show in store for you, so let's kick it off! We have reached...ZERO HOUR!!!

COLE Michael Cole, ladies and gentlemen, here at Sofa Central with Jesse "The Body" Ventura to call our next match, the finals of the 2006 Anderson Cup! VENTURA Down to the final two. The #2 seed in the Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference, the Sooner Bruisers, vs. the #4 seed in the Los Infernales Conference, the Heavenly Rockers, with Arn Anderson as special referee; the winner goes on to face Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned at AngleMania V for the titles! COLE Before we go to the ring for what promises to be a thrilling contest, let's review the Anderson Cup bracket one last time. LOS INFERNALES CONFERENCE #1 GPX vs. #8 Los Diablos de Fuego -- LOS DIABLOS #4 The Heavenly Rockers vs. #5 Tha Puerto Rican & Stephen Joseph -- ROCKERS #2 Thunderkid & Reject vs. #7 The South Central Militia -- TK/REJECT #3 The Sk8ter Boiz vs. #6 NRG -- BOIZ MIRACLE WEIRDNESS CONNECTION CONFERENCE #1 Black T vs. #8 James Blonde & Faqu -- BLACK T #4 Christian Wright & Bohemoth vs. #5 The Lonestar Gunslingers -- LSGS #2 The Sooner Bruisers vs. #7 Glory by Anarchy -- SOONERS #3 The Love Doctors vs. #6 Team Heyross -- HEYROSS SEMI-FINALS #4 Heavenly Rockers vs. #8 Los Diablos de Fuego -- ROCKERS #3 Sk8ter Boiz vs. #2 TK & Reject -- TK/REJECT #2 Sooner Bruisers vs. #6 Team Heyross -- SOONERS #4 Lonestar Gunslingers vs. #1 Black T -- LSGS CONFERENCE FINALS LI: #4 Heavenly Rockers vs. #2 TK & Reject -- ROCKERS MWC: #2 Sooner Bruisers vs. #5 Lonestar Gunslingers -- SOONERS FINALS, ZERO HOUR The Heavenly Rockers vs. The Sooner Bruisers VENTURA There you see it, the big upset in the first round, the #1 seed and last year's winners The GPX being eliminated by YOUR favorite tag team, Michael Cole, Los Diablos de Fuego. COLE Of course, YOUR favorite tag team, Jesse, Black T eliminated in the semi-finals by the Lone Star Gunslingers. VENTURA Yeah, but as Black T proved tonight, that was a fluke. And after Thursday night they'll be the ones going to AngleMania to face the tag team champions of the world. COLE No, OAOAST officials nixed that plan. VENTURA Why?! COLE Because the winner of the Anderson Cup gets the title shot at AngleMania. No ifs, ands or buts. VENTURA What kind of a decision is that? Could you imagine Congress pulling back on a deal? COLE You just never know with the government. But let's talk about the finals. Arn Anderson said it Thursday night, it will be the power of the Sooner Bruisers vs. the speed of the Heavenly Rockers. But with what transpired between the Heavenly Rockers and the New New Midnight Express just 3 days ago, with Logan Mann being spiked piledriven on the concrete floor, how does that change the match for him and Synth? VENTURA I think it does a number of things, the biggest being if Mann alters his wrestling style in any way. In my opinion, it would be a mistake for him to do so. You gotta go with what brought you here. He can't let the fact he's coming in banged up effect the way he works. Tonight might be the closest he and Synth EVER get to a tag team title match. You get hurt, hey, you got a little over 30 days to heal up the best you can before going on there again, so you gotta let everything fly tonight. COLE And what about the Sooner Bruisers. What's their strategy heading into this match? VENTURA One thing and one thing only: target the neck. The guy's coming in telling you he's injured, they can't let fan opinion decide whether or not to attack the neck. If the tables were turned, you know the Heavenly Rockers would go after their injury. As they say, do unto others before they do unto you. COLE In other words, win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat? VENTURA Absolutely. COLE Let's go up to Michael Buffer. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following contest is the finals of the 2006 Anderson Cup! It is set for one fall and there MUST BE a winner. So are you ready? Los Angeles, California, ARE YOU RRRREADY? "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching around the world... ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUUUUUMMMBLLLLLLLLLE! The OAOAST Legends theme accompanies the arrival of special referee Arn Anderson, complete with striped shirt and black jeans, holding up the 4 fingers as he walks down the ramp. BUFFER Introducing first, the special guest referee...from the state of Minnesota, he is a former 4-time NWA and WCW tag team champion of the wooooooorld and the longest reigning WCW World Television Champion, a founding member of the legendary 4 Horsemen; he is "The Enforcer" ARN ANNNNNNDERRRRRRRSONNNNNNN! COLE Many of the greats of professional wrestling have come from the state of Minnesota, including my broadcast colleague who just happened to be the Governer of said state for 4 years. As we go back to Michael Buffer. The OAOAST Legends theme fades in favor the Edgar Winter classic "Frankenstein." The Sooner supports are in full voice as the howls start ringing through the Staples Center. Howling out from the back and roaming all over the stage like the crazed Pyscho Gremlin he is, Frankie runs circles around his big brother as the Man of Tomorrow flexes the "byte-cips." BUFFER Now the finalists in the 2006 Anderson Cup. First, from Oklahoma City, weighing a combined weight of 525 pounds... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUISERSSSSSSS! VENTURA My pick to win it all, right there. Frankie runs in place inside the ring while Frank poses on the middle turnbuckle. The Pyscho Gremlin begins nawing on the top rope as the familiar tune of Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" blares over the loud speakers. The crowd EXPLODES as Synth and Logan appear in their HALO AND ANGEL WINGS! COLE Would you take a look this! The Heavenly Rockers have gone old school, perhaps for luck. VENTURA And luck they're gonna need against the Sooner Bruisers. The leather pants replaced by virgin white tights, an airbrushed drawing of Trump Plaza on the back with the words "Right Here" running down the right pant leg and "Right Now" (they're fans of all kinds of music) down the left pant leg to symbolize tonight is the start of their quest to win the World Tag Team Title. BUFFER And their opponents...hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada...at a total of 430 pounds, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all time... THE HEAVENLYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRSSSS! COLE This is the first time we've gotten a chance to see Logan today. He and Synth refused all media requests for interviews. The Heavenly Rockers are prepared for tonight's match. The biggest match of both team's careers. VENTURA Until AngleMania. But yeah, Mann doesn't look that bad right now. Let's see how long that lasts once the match gets underway. COLE It's also important to note Logan is not wearing a neckbrace, which he was during the week to support his neck. I know his girlfriend Holly-Wood is watching on from her home. And we're just about set to go. Sit back and enjoy the 2006 Anderson Cup Finals! * DING DING * The bell has sounded, the entrance attire is removed, only two men in the ring and they are "The Pyscho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner and Synth Esizer. They start with a good luck handshake and then lockup! Synth quickly grabs a side headlock, then is fired off to the ropes and bulldozed by a shoulderblock. Frankie makes eye contact with the fallen Synth, then hits the near side. Synth stays down and turns over on his stomach as the Pyscho Gremlin comes running at him, only to have Frankie drop down and apply a rear waistlock. Synth sits up and out into a hammerlock. Standing switch into a waistlock takedown by Frankie, who twirls around the back of Synth before applying a front facelock. The Synthmeister gets up to a vertical base and uses a double-leg takedown to ground the Oklahoma native, somersaulting on top afterwards and cradling the legs for the first pin attempt of the match. ONE... KICKOUT! Too early. Synth knows his team has to keep the Sooners on the defensive for most of the match, not wanting to get caught with a big blow that would cost them their chance at tag team gold at AngleMania. But Synth does get caught with a big blow, after whipping Frankie to the ropes and setting low too soon. GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! VENTURA The match may be over before it even started, Michael Cole. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Sooners know what Synth and Logan do, that they want to remain in the driver's seat. They want to strike big and end the match as soon as possible, but if that doesn't happen then they'll finish them off slowly and dish out heavy pain in the process. Frankie stuns Synth with a kick to the gut, then shoots him to the ropes. Like Synth before him, Frankie sets too soon and gets caught with a backslide! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! COLE Both men with some butterflies to start. As we said, it's without question the biggest match of their careers. The winner goes on to face the tag champions at the biggest show of the year. It gets no better than that, fans. The pace quickens as Frankie charges at Synth, who grabs the outstretched arm of the Pyscho Gremlin and swings around him, hooking the free arm with his legs for a crucifix. But Frankie blocks the pinning combination by hurling Synth in the air and giving him a gut-buster! Synth's legs buckle from the impact but remains on his feet. Not for long, however, as the Gremlin hits a Soonerline! "OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWW!" VENTURA And that's exactly how Synth is feeling just about now. ONE... TWO-- KICKOUT! Just as quickly the pace quicken, it slows down with a reverse chinlock. Synth grabs Frankie around the neck by both hands and pulls himself up, then connects with a series of elbows to the ribs to free himself. The Synthmeister picks up speed by hitting the ropes and takes Frankie down with a cross bodyblock for the... ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! VENTURA Each team with early nearfalls. But notice how Frankie keeps kicking out at one-and-a-half whereas he's had Synth down for the two count on more than one ocassion. That's why I'm pickin' the Sooner Bruisers. They can take you out at any second. Very tough to combat. Beautiful armdrag by the Synthmeister. As Jesse says, Synth takes Frankie over with a beautiful armdrag and catches him again on the way back up with a dropkick. The Psycho Gremlin no-sells the blow and runs right into another armdrag takeover. Synth employs a hit-and-run tatic, hitting a number of running leg lariats until being caught in midair and slammed straight down into the mat! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frankie scoopes Synth up by the hair, but Synth crawls between the legs and rolls Frankie up in a school boy! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! COLE Again, Frankie kicks out at one-and-a-half. Synth nearly trips over his own feet as he hits the ropes. Spinning back elbow knocks the tough Sooner off his feet. Here's the cover. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Frankie lunges towards Synth, who delivers a jawbreaker that sends the Pyscho Gremlin reeling to his corner, allowing both men to tag out to their partners. Frank and Logan lock eyes as they step into the ring and aggressively lockup, tossing and turning each other in the ropes. Special referee Arn Anderson tells them to break or he'll start the 5 count, but it doesn't come to that as both competitors do break. But not before the Man of Tomorrow gives Logan a subtle nudge! Both men engage in another rough collar-and-elbow tie-up, resulting in a Frank Frankensteiner T-Bone suplex! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Logan doesn't even make it up to his feet before being grabbed by Frank, who shoots him to the ropes. But Mann telegraphs Frank's next move, leapfrogging over the Man of Tomorrow and leveling him with a perfectly executed leg lariat! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Frank reverses Logan's Irish whip and misses a Soonerline on the rebound, only to get caught with a cross bodyblock that sends he and Logan tumbling recklessly over the top rope to the floor! Frank pops up to his feet and shoves Logan, who returns in kind. Their respective partners rush over to clam the situation. VENTURA A picture is worth a thousands words, Michael Cole. Tell me these guys don't hate each other. They've been saying all the right things in public, but all 4 men hate each other. COLE The tempers flaring out here on the floor. VENTURA And with good reason. There's A LOT on the line. Synth and Frankie defuse the situation outside as the legal men return to the ring. The Man of Tomorrow licks his hands before raising his right hand in the air, calling for a test of strength. Logan accepts the challenge, locking his hands together with Frank. Frank uses his height and weight advantage to bring Mann to his knees. Logan struggles to get up to his feet, his arms and legs buckling from the pressure. COLE Logan in trouble here. VENTURA And he only has himself to blame. Too much ego and not enough brains. "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" Mann attempts to rise up again, and he does, successfully countering with a monkey flip. Their hands still locked together, Logan floats on top of Frank who puts the knees up to prevent Mann from coming down on him. Frank returns to a vertical base and kicks Logan in the gut, then double underhooks the arms. TIGER BOMB...COUNTERED INTO A FRANKENSTEINER!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE Amazing counter move. Out of nowhere, Logan hit Frank with his own Frankensteiner! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! VENTURA The Pyscho Gremlin with the save as the Heavenly Rockers get their first two count of the night on the Sooner Bruisers. A disoriented Frank is placed in an arm wringer and taken to the corner of the Heavenly Rockers. Synth accepts the tag, and kicks Frank in the arm. Synth cranks down on the arm following another arm wringer. The Heavenly Rockers use a series of quick tags to attack Frank's arm with a number of double-axehandles off the top. Back to the arm wringer. The Man of Tomorrow responds with a devastating forearm smash to the face. Frank shakes the arm to get the blood flowing, then rams Synth into the turnbuckle. He uses the healthier arm to SLAP Synth across the chest, sending shockwaves and plently of "WHOOOOOs" throughout the Staples Center. Frank whips the Synthmeister to the far corner and charges in, driving the shoulder into the midsection and then throwing Synth to the mat. The man dubbed the "Big, Bad Rebooty Daddy" by his freakoziods continues to work on his arm, massaging it to bring it back to full strength. Frank hits the far side as Synth kneels up, and leapfrogs over the incoming Sooner Bruiser. The Man of Tomorrow counters Synth's hiptoss attempt with a fireman's carry takeover into a top wristlock. VENTURA Beautiful counter to the hiptoss. You know Frank has done his homework, going after the arm that's been broken twice in two years. COLE Thanks to the New New Midnight Express, whom the winner of tonight's match will meet at AngleMania V, provided Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned are still the champions heading in. Synth puts the boots under Frank's chin, trying to kick him off but Frank holds on to the overhead wristlock. ONE... TWO... Synth gets his shoulders off the mat, as he continues to think of a way to escape from the clutches of Frank. The Synthmeister rolls onto his back to lessen the pressure, then grabs Frank's tights and stuns everyone in attendence as he lifts Frank up in the air in an inverted suplex position. But instead of slamming the Oklahoma native to the mat, Synth falls back and hotshots Frank gut-first on the top rope! With Frank straddling the top Synth springs off the ropes and nails the Man of Tomorrow with a running knee to the side of the head, knocking the OAOAST superstar to the floor! After an exchange is made, Logan Mann brings Frank up on the apron and suplexes him into the ring. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Heavenly Rockers with a quick tag. Irish whip, and a double back elbow knocks the big man off his feet. Following a bodyslam, Synth connects with a second rope FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Another quick tag made by the Heavenly Rockers. Logan and Synth front facelock Frank and take him over with a double-team suplex. Logan ascends to the heavens and comes off the top with a big splash...BUT FRANK GETS THE KNEES UP AND MAKES THE TAG! "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWWW!" The Pyscho Gremlin with a Soonerline! Synth enters and gets wiped out by a Soonerline as well. Frankie whips Logan to the ropes and hits a POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Frankie scoopes Logan up and fires him back to the ropes. He misses a Soonerline as Logan baseball slides through his legs and locks on a SLEEPER HOLD! Frankie rams Logan repeatedly in the corner to break the sleeper but is unsuccessful. Despite his best efforts Frankie begins to go down, dropping to a knee. Arn Anderson raises the arm up and lets it fall. ONE! He raises the arm again. TWO! COLE One more time and it's over. Arm goes up. Arm comes dow...NO! Arn wavies off the count, signaling no submission. Frankie lifts Logan on his back and rams in the corner, but he still won't let go. Again into the corner. Nothing. One more time in the corner, but Logan releases the sleeper and lets Frankie hit the turnbuckles himself, then... * WHAM * ...drills him with a wicked left hook! Logan hooks the near leg. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NOOOOOOOOOOO! VENTURA Foot on the rope! COLE What a match we're witnessing. Logan nailed Frankie with that wicked left hook, but Frankie was too close to the ropes. Tag made. Synth now the legal man. Irish whip by the Heavenly Rockers. They miss a double clothesline and get slaughtered on the rebound by a Soonerline from the Pyscho Gremlin! Logan rolls out onto the ramp as the Man of Tomorrow is tagged back in. Synth rises to his feet and gets kicked in the gut by Frank, which is followed up by a TIGER BOMB! Logan is next to feel the wrath of Frank, getting caught diving into the ring from the ramp and is elevated into the air, landing hard on the mat. Frank brings Synth back to his feet and fires him off to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! VENTURA Uh-oh. The Synthmeister is real trouble now. You know what's comin' up next, Michael Cole. COLE As does everyone in the Staples Center. To the ropes goes Synth while up in the air goes Frank. FRANKENSTEINER...COUNTERED INTO A SIT OUT POWERBOMB!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Frankie breaks up the pin. Synth brings Frank over to the Heavenly Rockers corner in a front facelock, and tags Logan. Mann with a double-axehandle off the top down onto the back of the Man of Tomorrow. He chops the big Sooner down with more double-axehandle smashes to the back, then shoots him to the ropes and connects with a leg lariat. Mann drops the leg across the chest before making the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Logan lifts Frank up for a back suplex, only to have him slide over and deliver an inverted DDT! VENTURA Now we'll see how cozy the Sooners and the Heavenly Rockers are. Will they focus on the neck? COLE That neck injured Thursday night. The Man of Tomorrow with the cover! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! * TAG * Big elbow across the chest of Logan. The Pyscho Gremlin cradles the leg. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The crowd gasps as Logan is placed in a standing headscissors, then breathe a sigh of relief as Frankie picks him up in a Canadian backbreaker...but Logan slips and slides, pulling Frankie down with a sunset flip! ONE... TWO... Frankie rolls through and charges Mann, only to run into a monkeyflip. Logan somersaults to his corner and tags Synth. Springboard clothesline knocks the Pyscho Gremlin off his feet. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Synthmeister quickly goes up to the top and launches a missle dropkick square in the sternum! ONE... TWO... NO! Running on pure adreanline Synth is a bit timid with his next month, which ultimately costs him. He skips over Frankie and runs under a Soonerline, and now with the Pyscho Gremlin rumbling towards him he tries to leapfrog over...BUT GETS POWERSLAMMED IN MID-MOVE!!! VENTURA Whoa, big power bodyslam, a Sooner trademark! COLE Arn Anderson with the count. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Halfway through the ropes the Man of Tomorrow says that was a 3. Arn gestures "2" with his index and middle fingers. Frankie scoopes Synth up in a Canadian backbreaker and rams him into the turnbuckles, then shoves him upright and hurls him off the top with a capture head-and-arms suplex! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Mann with the save, but it Synth who winds up paying for his partner's sins. Synth kicks his arms and legs as Frankie applies more pressure to the DRAGON SLEEPER he's clamped on. Arn asks Synth if he wants to quit, but the answer is obviously no. Synth repeatedly knees the Pyscho Gremlin in the face to break face, but that isn't enough. More knee strikes follow and Frankie still doesn't let go. Logan takes matters into his own hands, coming in and wailing away on Frankie. That brings in Frank who shoves Mann away. The two exchange heated words and SLAPS before slugging it out to the delight of the crowd! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Frankie breaks the sleeper to attack Logan. The Sooners double-team Mann while Arn tries to regain order and Synth remains down. They whip Mann to the ropes, only to get drilled by a pair of Heavenly Rockers dropkicks after Logan ducks a Soonerline! Synth picks Frankie off the mat and has his Irish whipped reversed, sending him running into the corner, but he moves out of the way as Frankie charges in! The Pyscho Gremlin bounces straight back out of the corner and into a hangman's neckbreaker! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Synth tags Logan before finishing Frankie off with a snap suplex. Slingshot legdrop by Mann. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! With Frankie reeling, Logan calls for Percussion/DDT. He sets Frankie up, but the Pyscho Gremlin counters with a release overhead suplex, only to have Mann land on his feet and nail him with PERCUSSION as he turns around! COLE He got it! It's over! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * NO! The bell rung in the minds of fans around the world, but not where it counts -- the ring -- as the Man of Tomorrow dove into the ring and broke the count up just in the nick of time. Frankie rolls onto his stomach to prevent himself form getting pinned, but it leaves him prone to the side headlock. VENTURA Mann giving himself a quick breather while continuing to wear down the Pyscho Gremlin. But I gotta go back to that last pin, I thought it was over once Mann hit Percussion. How Frankie kicked out of that I don't know. COLE You weren't the only one who thought it was over, so did I and millions of fans worldwide, but it was only two. VENTURA And 7/8s, right? Oh, I forgot...wrong announcer. You guys in Stamford look alot alike now. That wasn't the case in my day. You'd never confuse Monsoon and McMahon. Frankie rises to his feet and folds Logan up like an accordion with a vicious backdrop driver! Fortunately for Mann, he took a bulk of the concussion on his shoulder rather that his neck. Still, he's left flat on his back as is Frankie, prompting Arn Anderson to count both men out. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Logan is the first to stir, eying his partner in the corner, chants of "LO-GAN" fueling his desire to make the tag. 6... 7... 8... 9... Mann reaches his corner, but Frank steps in and grabs the referee's attention as Logan makes the tag! But Arn disallows it because he didn't see it, leaving Synth and his supporters frustrated. VENTURA Excellent call by referee Arn Anderson. The rulebook states you gotta see a tag to allow it. If the Heavenly Rockers spent more time reading the rulebook instead of writing music maybe they'd know that. Frankie wraps his arms around Logan's torso, looking for a belly-to-belly, but Logan fights out of it with quick knee strikes to the ribs and hits Frankie with his own belly-to-belly suplex! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Logan waves in his partner, and the Heavenly Rockers shoot Frankie to the ropes. Double-team back bodydrop. Arn corners Synth to tell him to get out of the ring, leaving the Man of Tomorrow open to blindside Mann with a stiff forearm shot the back of the neck! Frank picks Logan off the mat for some form of a vertical suplex, only to have Anderson rush over and threaten disqualification if he's not out of the ring by the count of 5. Frank begs to differ, dropping Logan and slapping his hands together to illustrate a tag was made. Arn says he didn't see it and the referee has final say, and he says to get out of the ring. While Arn and Frank continue their arguement Mann crawls to the corner undected and climbs to the top. Frank shouts an expletive at Arn and slaps the top rope in protest of the call, causing Logan to slip off the top and smack his head on the canvas! VENTURA Oh, Frank inadvertently caused Mann to fall off the top and drive his head into the mat! COLE The last thing Logan needed was to aggravate the neck injury he sustained in an ambush from the World tag team champions just 3 nights ago on HeldDOWN~! The crowd watch in horror as Logan lies in a fetal position, clutching his neck, being attended to by Arn Anderson. Arn asks Logan if he wishes to continue, but doesn't get an answer as Frank is legally tagged in and delivers a running stomp to the head! Logan writhes in pain as Frank drops a series of knees across the neck, then is rammed into the top turnbuckle. Trapped in the corner Logan is helpless as Frank unleashes a barrage of... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ...chops, forearm smashes and kneelifts. The Man of Tomorrow throws Mann to the mat and drops a big elbow before going for the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Like a sack of potatos, Logan is placed over the shoulder of Frank. The big Sooner walks over to his corner with Mann in toll, and tags the Pyscho Gremlin, who gleefully comes off the top with an elbow drop as Frank releases Mann. COLE Oh, my! Don't you think the Sooner Bruisers are being a little too aggressive, Jesse? VENTURA This is professional wrestling! If something happens during a match that you can take advantage of, you damn well take advantage of it. Besides, we all know the Sooner Bruisers are known for their rough, high-impact style of wrestling. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! A roar goes up in the Staples Center as Synth makes the save. Frank practically begs his baby brother, Frankie, to tag him. Which he does. The Man of Tomorrow steps through the ropes with a swagger, seemingly enjoying the sight of Logan looking up in the lights. A helpless Mann is scooped up and dropped throat-first on the top rope, snapping his neck straight back. Frank delivers another big elbow across the sternum. ONE... TWO... NO! Synth again with the save. The Sooners are beginning to get irked, but they stay on the task at hand. Frank isolates Mann near the Sooner corner with a half-nelson, driving the knee into the spine of the back as he tilts the neck down with his right hand. Logan not only has to fight off Frank but the question of quitting from referee Arn Anderson as well. He makes it clear he has no intention of quitting, as he grabs Frank by the back of his neck and rises up to the roar of the crowd and the chants of his name. Frank puts an end to the rally by hitting a HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" VENTURA Was that ever nasty. Mann landing on the back of his neck once again. COLE That--That did it. He's not kicking out of this. Helluva effort. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The boo birds come out as Frank places a knee on Mann's chest and flexes his "byte-cips" for the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Cole was right. Logan wouldn't kickout, but his partner would make yet another save, shoving Frank to the mat. Arn Anderson quickly gets between Frank and Synth to keep the fireworks from exploding, and a good job he does, except for missing the Sooner Bruisers hotshot Mann again throat-first on the top rope as he accompanies Synth back to the corner. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Why the hell would they do that?! VENTURA Because they wanna win! COLE Yeah, but did they really need to drop the guy on his neck AGAIN, DAMNIT?! VENTURA It's like I told you, you take advantage of the situtation you're presented in the ring. If the guy's coming in with a bad knee, you attack the knee. Simple as that. Every wrestler knows the risk of coming into a match injured, but it's a risk you take to move up the ladder for a shot at the gold and more money. * TAG * Frank hoists Mann up on his shoulders, their backs facing the corner as the Pyscho Gremlin scales to the top. But just as Frankie leaps to complete the top rope bulldog, Logan lunges forward and surprises the Man of Tomorrow with the Owen Hart special...VICTORY ROLL! * BOOM * The sound of Frankie's body hitting the mat reverberates throughout the Staples Center as Arn Anderson counts... ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEE-- OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" NO! Arn pops up signaling two. What results next is a Soonerline so powerful Mann 360s in the air! Frank follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex into a REAR-NAKED CHOKE! VENTURA Now wouldn't this be a tragedy, if Logan lost his ability to sing? At least it would deflect the attention from him quitting. COLE He hasn't quit... VENTURA Yet. COLE (CONT'D) ...and he won't. The opportunity to wrestle for the tag team titles at the biggest show of the year against his most hated rivals means too much to him and Synth. Logan turns over on Frank for a quick count of... ONE... TWO... ...before Frank shifts his weight back to the side, allowing Mann to use their momentum to roll to the ropes! But before Logan can reach out to grab the ropes, Frank becomes dead weight and stays on top of him while swiping the arm to keep it away from the ropes. Frank pounds his massive forearm into the back of the head! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE WHY, DAMNIT, WHY?! The freakoziods suger daddy wails away on the back of the neck with vicious forearm smashes. He drags Logan by the legs to the center of the ring and locks on a CAMEL CLUTCH! "LET'S GO LO-GAN!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* "LET'S GO LO-GAN!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* "LET'S GO LO-GAN!" *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* COLE You hear the chants of "Let's go Logan" in the background. VENTURA Pretty soon it's gonna be "Let's take Logan to the hospital." LIVE ZERO HOUR STAPLES CENTER LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA COLE We're coming to you live from the Staples Center in L.A. for Zero Hour. Michael Cole and Jesse "The Body" Ventura calling the action from Sofa Central, and you're watching the finals of the 2006 Anderson Cup, with the winner going on to face Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned at AngleMania V. VENTURA And right now it ain't looking like the Heavenly Rockers will be that team to compete for the tag team championship of the world at AngleMania V, Michael Cole. The Man of Tomorrow sitting down on that camel clutch. Logan Mann's got nowhere to go. He can either quit or suffer a broken neck. Logan makes one last push with Synth and the fans cheering him on. He gets on all fours and, holding onto the legs of Frank, rises to his feet with Frank on his back, and falls straight back with the Man of Tomorrow! The roar of the crowd still buzzing in the background as Logan and Frank slowly get up to their feet and begin throwing haymakers, with Mann getting the best of his bigger and stronger opponent. But Frank reverses his Irish whip, sending Logan running to the ropes where he uses the top rope as a springboard to nail Frank with a reverse crossbody...but Frank catches him and counters with a vertical suplex into a sit-out tombstone piledriver/Steiner Screwdriver/Owen Driver '97, a/k/a 69 DRIVER!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE My! Arn Anderson brushes Frank aside and immediately attends to Logan, as does Synth who sees his partner/best friend lying motionless in the ring. Frank keeps trying to pin Logan, just to have Anderson keep pushing him back. Frankie enters the ring to see what's going on. Arn orders both Synth and Frankie out of the ring as EMTs begin making their way from the back. The screen cuts to a wideshot as Frank leans over to share a brief conversation...AND GETS ROLLED UP! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! * DING DING DING * The fans aren't sure what to think at first, then ERUPT as Arn raises the hands of Logan and Synth. Frank gets rough with Arn, backing him into the corner and cussing him out as the Heavenly Rockers embrace. Frankie restrains his brother while getting his words in as well. The Sooner Bruisers leave the area in disgust. VENTURA What the hell just happened?! COLE Loga Mann was playing possum! He suckered in Frank. VENTURA What kind of a dirty tatic is that? Pretending your seriously injured just to get the 1-2-3? COLE He IS injured, but I can only assume he hammed it up at the end. VENTURA Well, of course he hammed it up at the end. He played with everybody's emotions, including mine. I thought the man was hurt. Now that I've had sometime to reflect on it, yeah, it was rather clever. I mean, it doesn't take too much to fool those two Okies. But Mann still played with people's emotions. In fact, since I'm supposed to interview the winners I'll gonna go ask him about it right now. The Coach and Caboose will be coming back to join you for commentary... COLE Don't remind me. VENTURA (CONT'D) ...so until next time, it's been your pleasure, Michael Cole. A euphoric atomsphere greets Jesse Ventura as he enters the ring along with OAOAST representive Terry Taylor, as well as special referee Arn Anderson who remains in the ring for the presentation. COLE Jesse "The Body" Ventura going up to interview the Heavenly Rockers, the 2006 Anderson Cup champions. Little did he know the controversary that would surround it. And it's controversial if you're the Sooner Bruisers or a fan of theirs. It might be morally and ethically wrong to fake an injury, but there's nothing illegal about what Logan did. Let's go to to Jesse "The Body" Ventura with the trophy presentation. VENTURA All right, Michael Cole. What an Anderson Cup it was, and now I'm here with the 2006 champions...the Heavenly Rockers, along with "The Enforcer" Arn Anderson and the OAOAST's Terry Taylor to present the Anderson Cup trophy! TERRY Thank you, Jesse. Synth, Logan, on behalf of the OAOAST and Arn Anderson, I'm pleased to present you with the trophy that symbolizes the Heavenly Rockers as the 2006 Anderson Cup champions. Congratulations! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Handshakes all around before Terry and Arn present the AC trophy, a golden statue of Double A giving the famous throat-slash, to the Heavenly Rockers. Synth and Logan send the crowd into a frenzy as they proudly hold up the trophy. Terry and Arn quitely exit the ring to give all the spotlight to the Heavenly Rockers. VENTURA Helluva match, guys. Congratulations are in order. But you know, being the man who tells it like it is, I gotta question the way you guys won. I mean, the way the Man of Tomorrow spiked you head-first into the canvas, Michael Cole and I thought you were seriously hurt, Logan. Then you sucker in the big Sooner for the 1-2-3. In a sport where you're always faced with the possibily of serious injury, don't you think faking an injury such as a broken neck, especially when the referee in the match was forced to retire because of a neck injury, was a bit too much? LOGAN I'm sure some people feel the same way you do, Jesse, but I was fighting for my life in there. I didn't know how much longer I could last when Frank had me in the rear-naked choke. It felt like an anaconda choking me out, man. The man's got freakish strength. But people shouldn't lose sight of how great a team the Sooner Bruisers are, the toughest tag team I can honestly say the Heavenly Rockers have ever faced. One match with them leaves you feeling like you just wrestled 1,000. You wouldn't believe how sore I feel right now. But there's some people I'd like to thank. First and foremost are our fans... "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" LOGAN (CONT'D) ...for continuing to rock 'n' roll with the Heavenly Rockers through the ups and downs. But most of all, there's one sexy lady watching not too far from here that Synth and I really want to thank, and that's you, HOLLY-WOOD! "HOLLY!" "HOLLY!" "HOLLY!" LOGAN It might not show all the time, but, baby, you mean the world to me. I promised you we'd come back and bring home the gold. And we're halfway there, baby. There's only ONE more obstacle left in our way and that's our old friends, the NNMX. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" LOGAN Heh. You're worst nightmare just came true. You sent the SCM to take us out -- we're still here. You tried to intimidate us, we came back for more. And now, at the biggest spectale of the year, AngleMania, we meet for the final time. And I say final time because there won't be anything left of the New New Midnight Express after AngleMania! SYNTH You bitches has taken our blood, my Mann's lady, now it's time for us to collect and we ain't gonna use no goddamn calling card! We's gonna take yo' belts, fools! The Sinnin' 'Cross the World tour ends at AngleMania. You is the only persons standing in front of us delivering to Miss Holly the promise we's promise her, the tag team title gold. And nothing's gonna stop us now! The Heavenly Rockers hold up the trophy one last time as "Heart-Shaped Box" cues up. VENTURA There you have it. The winners of the 2006 Anderson Cup, the HEAVENLY RRRRROOOOOOOCKERRRRRRSSSSSS! The SOONER BRUISERS return and shove the Heavenly Rockers to the ground before SMASHING the trophy in righteous indignation, SHATTERING it into a thousand pieces. Security storm the ring to keep the peace, the crowd showing the Sooners with boos as they're escorted backstage, leaving the Heavenly Rockers standing over the scattered pieces of their trophy in the ring. COLE Poor sportsmanship on the part of the Sooner Bruisers. I know how badly they wanted to win the Anderson Cup and the shot at the tag titles at AngleMania, but their behavior tonight is uncalled for. Good ol' J.R. is a good friend of theirs and I'm sure he, too, is disappointed in their behavior. That doesn't change the fact the Heavenly Rockers will head to AngleMania to face the New New Midnight Express for the World Tag Team Championship. Our main event is coming up next, ladies and gentlemen, but let's first go to Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura for some final comments.