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COLE Here we go with more great action! "Stars & Stripes Forever" begins playing, but instead of the warm reception it customary receives once the music hits in the States, its met with venom by the Spanish crowd. The hostility intensifies as the All-American Boys appear onstage proudly waving Old Glory. Uncle Sam's favorite tag team keep their heads held high as they avoid plastic bottles and other debris thrown at them on their way to the ring. CABOOSE Never have I seen the All-American Boys treated like this before. These men are heroes back home. COLE As they've quickly found out, they're not at home tonight. COACH They must've found out the All-American Boys voted for Bush in the last presidential election. Heh. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first. From the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the ALL-AMERICAN BOYS! All-American Boy # 1 grabs the microphone from Michael Buffer. AAB 1 Show some respect to the United States of America, the greatest country in the world, you European cowards, and rise for the singing of OUR National Anthem. COACH Oh, my God, yes! They're gonna play it heel! CABOOSE John Cena, take note. This is how you handle a hostile crowd. SPLIT-SCREEN: Sofa Central on the left side, live action on the right. COACH Stand up, fellas. Let's show these commies who rules the school. CABOOSE Well, my legs are starting to fall asleep... Triple C stand up. We cut to a wide shot of the ring. All-American Boy # 2 holds Old Glory in an upright position as both AABs place their right hands over their hearts. AAB # 1 (singing) Oh, say can you see... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" AAB # 1 (CONT'D) ...by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright star-- * TING * "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The crowd cheers as All-American Boy # 1's singing of the "Star-Spangled Banner" is cut off by Henry Mancini's "Pink Panther theme." Cult favorites Los Diablos de Fuego are given a rousing ovation as they dance onto the stage in their bright pink attire, bumping against the guardrails and thus with the fans on their way to the squared circle. BUFFER And their opponents. The sexiest tag team in all of Mexico, Moracca and Mariachi -- LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO! COACH The reaction these fans are giving Los Diablos de Fuego show how morally bankrupt Europe is. And you know what the sad thing is? They're popularity will likely skyrocket now that they're running around with Alix Spezia. One of my sources told me Alix threw a fit in a nightclub she and Los Diablos attended here in Spain because she couldn't pick up a guy. They are all mobbing Moracca and Mariachi. She was too stupid to figure out she wasn't in just any club, but a very [i]special[/i] club, if ya know what I mean. COLE Los Diablos de Fuego have developed quite a bond in recent weeks with Alix Spezia of the duo Chicks Over Dicks. A brother/sister type of relationship, or maybe sister/sister depending on the way you look at it. COACH Heh. When people say they suck, they literally mean they [i]suck[/i]. COLE The last time we saw the 3 of them together, they were assaulted in the parking lot by The GPX. Moracca and Mariachi haven't forgotten about that. They've issued a challenge to Scotty Static and Johnny Jax. OAOAST officials are in the process of getting a contract signed for that match, and what a match it would be. But tonight Los Diablos de Fuego have to worry about the All-American Boys, former KABOOM tag team champions. Moracca leaps from the apron onto the top rope and BACKFLIPS into the ring. He waits in the corner and catches Mariachi coming off the top with a backflip of his own. Now in a tombstone piledriver position, Mariachi shifts his weight back and gets Moracca in a tombstone position. They each counter the other's grip until they've reached their corner. (It may not make sense in writing, but it's sexually suggestive!) COLE, COACH & CABOOSE ... CABOOSE I understand you're very familar with that position, Cole. COACH :lol: COLE What a great matchup this should be, huh, guys? Only the second time we've seen Los Diablos in action. They look for their first win in the OAOAST after losing their match to the Love Doctors at World Without End. A very hard fought match for the HI-YAH International Tag Team Title. There were a number of occasions where it looked like they might pull off the big upset. The AABs stick Old Glory in the corner and slaute her, while Los Diablos remove their sombreros and ponchos. The fans rise to their feet as Nick Patrick flicks his right hand to the timekeeper, signaling for the bell. * DING DING * We quickly find out why the fans rose to their feet as the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA hit the ring and go after both teams. The crowd cheer Marcellus "One-Eye" Wallace and Vincent Santana when they level the All-American Boys with a pair of clotheslines, but boo when they shove Los Diablos into the corner and unleash a fury of punches and kicks. Like the United States would for a friend in need, the All-American Boys come to the aid of Los Diablos, pulling the SCM off Los Diablos and rocking them with American made right hands. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Hey, come on! We don't need this. COACH The fans don't like the South Central Militia, but they hate the All-American Boys even more. And I always thought Canada was bizzaro-world. COLE The All-American Boys taking to the SCM. Los Diablos return the help from the All-American Boys by fleeing backstage! The AABs whip the SCM to the ropes, as do they. Off the near side come the AABs. Vincent drills one of the AABs with a KICK to the face as the All-American attempted a cross bodyblock! The other AAB doesn't have any better success, missing a clothesline and getting SPEARED by One-Eye on the rebound while Santana nails him with the FLYING FOREARM SMASH to the head! JAILBREAK! One-Eye calls for a mic. COLE Good luck trying, pal. They aren't scheduled for an interview so they won't be getting any mic time. When One-Eye doesn't get a mic, he begins threaten officials ringside. COACH I don't care if they're scheduled or not. I don't like the looks on their faces. Somebody get them a damn mic! Buffer hands One-Eye a mic while keeping his distance. ONE-EYE Synth, Logan -- I hope you pop idol bitches are watchin' because I got a little somethin'-somethin' to say. You're makin' things harder on yourselves. Ya see, me and Vinny, we got a business to run. And with no money is no business. Get what I'm sayin'? We got expensives to pay. Brassknucks, duct tape, blindfolds, the whole shebang. That shit costs money. And money you cost us all right. You cost us a good chunk of change at the pay-per-view. Some might say we got what we deserved for what we did to you at Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~!, we say it messin' with our business. And in our line of work, when you mess with somebody elses business, you send them a little message. One-Eye drops the mic. He and Vincent exit with smirks on their faces. COLE What did he mean by that? COACH I don't know. But if I'm the Heavenly Rockers, I'd watch my back. You never know with guys as brutal as the SCM.

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Probably so. We aren't doing anything with JINGUS at this time. But it's up to Eski to sign off on it since he controls JINGUS' character.

I'm fine with the way you handled it. Maybe mention him being Brannigan's cousin, a young up and comer with tremendous upside. As the name might suggest, Teddy is inspired by Ted DiBiase. I already got Rude (Brannigan), the Steiners (Sooners), the Midnight Express (NNMX), and more or less the Freebirds (Heavenly Rockers).

Not to feel left out on what's becoming a big show, expect Los Diablos de Fuego vs. the All-American Boys.

Freakin' awesome IronTag match. Unlike past Iron Man's matches that could've used more falls, everything clicked together in this one. And bonus points for breaking out the airplane spin. Co-MOTN: IronTag & Torneo Cibernetica

Everything except Dan Black-Christian Wright.

The show is up in Home Entertainment. Skimmed through it and it looks good. I think I credited everybody who wrote for the show. If I missed you let me you and I'll include you ASAP. Papacita and KC did an awesome job with the graphics and opening respectively. And Patty continued to bring the funny with his lastest COD skit (haven't read the one from Thursday, nor have I read the show yet).

I gave my word and nearly a month later, here's the rest of the feedback. After re-reading (which was weeks ago, btw) the Boiz/Bo/O'Hara tag match, KC introduced a new gesture for the Boiz -- the "RAWK~" hand signal. I'm a casual MMA viewer, but I did enjoy enjoy Axel's KOUF match. The Parka-CW match was a breeze to read through. Entertaining. Awesome main event. Felt epic. Enjoyed the opening squence with PK and Dan, with Dan maintaning the headlock after the belly-to-belly. The eliminations were nicely handled as well. It's been awhile since I've since somebody lose, or eliminated in this case, to an armbar (it was this that inspired me to do the armbar spot in my NR match). Other notable moments include the Black T spot and the cameo by JIVIN' J.R.! It's been a long while since he's been around. Notice how Black T haven't been champions since he left. Match of the Night: Fatal 4 Way main event. Eski ruled!

Perfectly fine. Enjoyed every sentence of it. I honestly wasn't expecting my character to win. From actual written advertisements to the pacing of the show, NGA did an fine job on what I believe was the first PPV he's ever posted. If I'm wrong on that, and I might be, my apologies. Liked the opening. Much different than the "video packages" we're accustomed to. Torneo Cibernetica: Long, but wow. Just wow. Helluva job. S.H.I.-DA: I think the recap may have been longer than the actual match! I was about to say Sandman's entrance is hilarious if you imagine Michael Buffer saying it when I read Alf's side comment. It's funny because it's true. As far as the match goes, it was very good. Alf being the first member of his team to be eliminated really surprised me, especially since I thought it was going to be a clean sweep for the DA after they got a couple of quick eliminations. The squence between Brock & Sandman was great. VX-Otaku: Solid bout. Did a good job playing up Otaku's concussion. Whoa! The Climax logo is cool. Parka-PK: Good match. Liked the post-match activity, with PK attacking Parka after Parka offered his hand in respect. Congrats to the new champ. Very good promo from Axel. I like how he's playing it netural but asking to be woo'd at the same time. Reading the intros of the main event, I'm glad NR isn't a WWE event. Imagine all the WWF edits. I would of gotten a big laugh if the "F" was cut off after the WW, though. PR-SJ: The match was fine, but I was a bit disappointed with the finish. Not to the match, but the aftermath. This summed it up best: "This doesn’t make any sense. PRL and Stephen Joseph were just tearing into each other not even ten minutes ago! And now, they’ve reformed their alliance? How is that possible?" Maybe if that would of been saved for HD.

Finally found the time to read the show after finishing up my match for NR. The Thanksgiving comments were hilarious. Even better were the location descriptions. The 10-man tag was AWESOME! Reminded me very much of the equally awesome elimination match involving teams like Demolition, the Brain Busters, Rockers, Hart Foundation, British Bulldogs, etc, from Survivor Series 1988. Damn copy-protection! I'd love to put that match on DVD. Zack should give Black T being for Candie getting pregnant. That piggyback Blackout increased her fertilty. Another crazy ass rant from a member of C.O.D. Funny stuff. We follow up one great promo with another, this time by Leon Rodez. The line about keeping the X-Title on during sex was hilarious. I've said it before, but PR is one character I can't see getting any sort of face reaction. His character is one that you just have to dislike. But going up against Popick, "the most hated man in the OAOAST," it's reasonable to believe PR would get the crowd somewhat behind him. I wasn't sure what to think when I found out Jesse would be used as the referee, I mean, it's basically heel vs. heel, but PR wrote a darn good segment. I always love it when the guys put over the OAOAST Championship as the title to have. Something you rarely seen in the real life major promotions. Rodez dancing before the match was funny. Good match that saw the fued between the Usual Suspects and the GPX advance. Popick's promo reminded of old school promos where two guys involved in an upcoming match would have some interaction earlier in the show and come back later and talk about said match without acknowledging the run-in they had earlier. Other than that, fine job. Good segment involving PK & Parka. Solid Otaku promo. Very old school in delivery. Wild main event. The dueling chops spot at the start was fun. Loved the finish with the men the competing wrestlers are feuding getting involved, and SJ getting the sneaky pin. The Sandman's return was handled brilliantly. Match of the Night: 10-Man tag match Line of the Night: "You're a mother, you're supposed to be against drunk driving!" -- Scotty Static Very good show.

I'm posting this again just in case. I think my original post of this match went invisible or something. Looking dapper in a tuxedo, Michael Buffer stands mid-ring with a microphone in hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an eight-man elimination tag team match! Single-elimination rules apply. Elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Let's meet the teams. The jeers from the crowd nearly drown out "Chase" in the background, but the team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia embrace the hostile crowd, jawing with many of the fans on their way to the ring. Jim Cornette sits on the middle rope and holds the middle and top ropes up for all 4 members of his team, then puts his foot down on the bottom rope for Shyanne to enter. COACH Halle Berry eat your heart out, girl. That's a real sister in there. Look at here, fellas. Isn't she lovely? COLE She definitely isn't special, I tell you that right now. Holly-Wood is still recovering from the 3 piledrivers sustained at the hands of that young lady. I shouldn't even call her a lady. That woman is a cold-hearted bitch! BUFFER Introducing first, being led to the ring by the legendary Jim Cornette and the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne; at a total combine weight of 995 pounds, Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA, and the former two-time OAOAST tag team champions of the world, Sarcastic Simon and team captain "The Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXXXPRESSSSS! Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jim Cornette Enterprises! Jim Cornette holds the tennis racket up in the air as he whoops and hollers from the middle rope. The New New Midnight Express worshipping their manager from a knee, pointing up at him. The SCM remain at a distance but politely clap for the man signing their checks. COLE Who the hell made Ned team captain? I'm willing to bet that was done to feed his ego because we all know Blanchard is not a leader. He's an ass-- [B]* [COLOR=red]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=blue]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=green]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=orange]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=purple]BAM[/COLOR]! *[/B] Not only does the pyro explode, so do the fans as "G's & Soilders" hits, signaling the arrival of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers. Synth and Logan run out onto the stage and point to the fans, the Sooner Bruisers following them out. The Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner shows off the biceps as baby brother Frankie runs in and out of the Originals and Upstarts entrances like a revolving door. The Sooners and Heavenly Rockers head to the ring as a unit, with Synth showing Frankie how to play air guitar all the way down the ramp. BUFFER And their opponents. Lead by co-captains Logan Mann and Frank Frankensteiner, weighing in at a total of 955 pounds, the teams of the SOONER BRUISERS and the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time, the HEAVENLY RRRRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRRSSSSSS! They are Rock 'n' Wrestling! The Midnights and SCM assemble outside, giving the Heavenly Rockers and Sooners Bruisers the spotlight. They watch in utter comtempt as all 4 heros pose on separate turnbuckles, sending fans and ringside photographers into a frenzy. Jim Cornette and Frank Frankensteiner huddle with their respective teams. Ned proves Michael Cole correct, breaking away from the team he's captaining to flirt with a fan's girlfriend ringside. He isn't the only captain to not pay attention. Rock 'n' Wrestling co-captain Logan Mann seizes the opportunity to strike at his hated foe, swinging over the top rope to the arena floor and blindsiding the Handsome Hustler with a double-axehandle to the head! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Oh, would you look at this! Christmas came early for Logan, who finally has his hands on the Handsome Hustler. Logan wasting no time going after Blanchard, the man who has put both he and Holly through hell over the last year. All because Ned couldn't get Holly in the sack. What a despicable human being. COACH Yeah, paint Ned as the sex-crazed manic. You don't think Logan brags about the woman he gets to go to bed with every night? He's a rock star. Of course he does. Rock stars have groupies. We in the wrestling business call them ring rats. Just looking at Ned and the way he talks about the woman he wants to conquest, he's such a romantic. If I were a woman, I'd choose Ned over Logan in a heartbeat. I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but at least I knew I was treated like a lady. CABOOSE Absolute bedlam. The referee has no control over this match. COACH Exactly. Charles Robinson oughta disqualifiy the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers, like right now. COLE Oh, shut up! COACH First admendment, son. Logan rams Ned face-first into the arena floor. The protective mats outside doing little in the way of protecting. Sarcastic Simon and the SCM go to aid Ned, but they're cut off by Synth and the Sooner Bruisers. The crowd goes bananas as a pier-six erupts on the arena floor. They use everything that isn't nailed down -- timekeepers tables, chairs, guardrails, etc. Logan sends Jim Cornette scampering after catching the clown prince of polyester trying to cheapshot him with the racket. Cornette waddles into the ring and runs right into a clothesline by referee Charles Robinson! COLE Oh, yeah! Charles in charge. COACH What was that for? The referee isn't supposed to get physically involved with the competitors. As Logan kicks Cornette out of the ring, Hustler Ned nails him with a knee to the spine of the back. Blanchard pumpels Logan against the ropes with right hands. The crowd goes NUCLEAR as Logan and Ned trade blows. Unable to fend off the onslaught from Logan, the Handsome Hustler drives the knee into the mid-section and whips Mann to the ropes, presumably to buy himself some time. The plan backfires as Logan comes off the ropes with a full head of steam and knocks Blanchard off his feet with an running elbow right between the eyes. Logan follows Ned out of the ring and rams him into the guardrail, shouting: "Bleed, motherfucker!" COLE We apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen. COACH First admendment, son. And for the record, Logan is the motherfu-- Ned swings around the ringpost and into the ring, shaking off the cobwebs. He quickly tags out in favor of Marcellus "One-Eye" Wallace. One-Eye doesn't waste any time going to work, catching Logan coming back in with a boot to the head. He chops Logan down like a big oak tree with double-axehandle smashes. Not even bothering with any wrestling moves. A scoope slam and many elbows later, Mann is brought back to his feet and nailed with a couple of hard rights before being sent to the ropes. He ducks a back elbow but gets caught on the rebound attempting a cross bodyblock. Marcellus looks to powerslam Logan, but Synth comes in and dropkicks Logan down onto One-Eye. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! COLE Oh, Synth almost had him. To reinerate, fans, unlike this past Thursday night, this 8-man tag is single-elimination. CABOOSE In other words, you must defeat all 4 members of the opposing team. COLE Exactly. An elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Tag made by the Heavenly Rockers. COACH See? The Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers don't like each other. Notice how Logan tagged Synth and not one of the Sooners. COLE You're reaching, Coach. Synth is slingshotted into the ring by Logan, and wipes out Marcellus with a clothesline. That twice broken right arm, though colorfully bandage, showing no ill effects. Synth covers but One-Eye shoves him off at two. Marcellus rushes to his feet and viciously clotheslines the Synthmeister. He stomps the head before reaching down and picking up the Synthmeister. Face-first into the top turnbuckle goes Synth. One-Eye keeps Synth trapped in the corner, driving the point of the elbow into the side of the face, and tagging out. Enters Simon, who... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simon grins arrogantly as he forces Charles Robinson to push him away after not allowing Synth time to get out of the corner. He grins because Ned and the SCM triple-team Synth in the background, unbeknownst to the referee who is still having words for Simon. Ned chokes Synth with the tag rope, while the SCM step in and work over the mid-section with a fury of rights and lefts. Logan and the Sooner Bruisers pleas to get the referee to turn around fall on deaf ears. Logan takes matters into his own hands. He decks Sarcastic Simon with a left and leaps into the corner of J.C.E., looking for a piece of Ned, who jumps off the apron and stutter-struts away, taunting Mann. The referee gets Logan out of the ring. Simon suplexes Synth out of the corner and follows it up with a double-stomp to the stomach. He lifts Synth's head off the mat and laughs in his face, then SLAPS him. Simon kicks Synth in the face before perching himself on the top rope. Simon points toward the Rock 'n' Wrestling corner and flips them off. But they get the last laugh, as Simon jumps down from the top and eats a face full of boots! COLE Singleton paid for that one. I believe he was attempting a top rope double-stomp, which surely would of knocked the air out of Synth and gotten him eliminated, but he spent too much time taunting and it came back to haunt him. CABOOSE It's vital for J.C.E. to prevent Synth from making the tag. They have him down, and aren't far off from having him out. Cornette should send a man in to drag Synth closer to their corner. Simon remains on his back, clutching his jaw and kicking his legs. Synth rolls across the ring and makes the tag...to the Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner. COLE Uh-oh. Things about to get worse before they get better for Singleton. Frank picks Simon up by his curly golden brown hair and plants him into the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex for two. He brings Simon back up and shoots him off to the ropes, pressing Singleton into the air and throwing him onto Ned as the Handsome Hustler steps in to assist his partner. The ripped muscle-man drops to his knees and flexes both biceps. Frank cockily smiles as the crowd erupts, thinking the cheers are for him when it's for Logan Mann, who zooms past the Man of Tomorrow and pounces on his hated rival Ned Blanchard, drilling his fist into the handsome face of the Handsome Hustler. Ned doing his best to cover up. COACH Look at the intensity in Logan's eyes. I've never seen that look in him before. The man has snapped. COLE Wouldn't you, too, if the person you deeply cared about was brutally assaulted? I know I would. COACH There's plenty of other broads out there. Ned's teammates enter and trigger another pier-six brawl as they all go after Logan. With the referee focused on restoring order, he doesn't see Shyanne grab Logan's afro and pull him out of the ring. Logan points at Shyanne and calls her a bitch. No love lost here, for the woman who piledrove his girl 3 times. Logan cocks his fist. Shyanne shields herself behind the ringpost. Ringside fans scream at Logan to turn around. He does just in the nick of time to grab the TENNIS RACKET out of the hands of Jim Cornette. Cornette cowers in fear as Logan approaches. But Mann is hit from behind with a knee from Ned that sends him running into the ringpost. Inside the ring, the heels gain the upper hand with triple eye rakes. Synth and the Sooners reverse a trio of Irish whips and deliver triple OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES! As the heels get back on their feet, the faces clothesline them over the top rope! Ned sneaks back into the ring and rolls Frank up with a school boy! COLE Ned isn't the legal man! COACH (giggly) Human error. Human error! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Blanchard puts his martial arts background to good use, nailing Frank square in the jaw with a sidekick. He tags Vincent Santana, who hits a big legdrop before going for the cover which is good enough for a two. Santana backs the big man in the ropes and rocks him with closed fists. He fires the Man of Tomorrow off to the ropes and takes him off his feet with a diving shoulderblock. Vincent goes for the quick cover. Frank again kicking out at two. Santana follows Frank in with a clothesline after sending him to the corner. He attempts to do the same a second time, but Frank puts up the boot! Frank sprints over to his corner and tags in his younger brother, the "Pyscho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner. Frankie makes an immediate impact, hitting Santana with the TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Marcellus breaks up the pin. Frankie brings Vincent to the face side of the ring and exposes Santana's ribs for Synth, who accepts the tag and kicks Vincent in the ribcage. Following a bodyslam, Synth goes up to the middle turnbuckle and misses an elbow drop. Synth immediately clutches his right arm, prompting Jim Cornette to scream at Vincent to target it. Santana does just that, stomping on the arm before applying an armbar and taking Synth over to the heel corner. After a tag, Simon comes off the top with a double-axehandle to the arm. Full armdrag and twist into a single-arm DDT by Simon, who quickly clamps on a hammerlock. COACH I've been told Simon refers to his single-arm DDT as Divorce Court. It's painful and nasty, as Synth just found out. :lol: COLE Synth's in real big trouble here. The team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia now beginning to target the arm, an arm that has been broken on two occasions. I fear we're moments away from that happening a third time if Synth isn't able to make a tag. Singleton repeatedly drives the knee into the locked arm, tightening his grip on the hold afterwards. Chants of "SYNTH" get the Synthmeister going as he sits up and gets back to a vertical base, delivering an back elbow to the side of Simon's head to free himself. Synth hits the ropes and leaps over Simon as he drops down, but is kicked in the back of the head on the rebound by Ned. Simon capitalizes with a hammerlock slam. A simplistic and effective maneuver. Blanchard accepts Simon's tag and stomps Synth in the sternum befoe ramming him into the turnbuckle. He grabs Synth's bad arm and slams it on the top turnbuckle, then wraps it around the top rope and tugs down on it. Ned only lets go after the referee begins administering the count to break or face disqualification. Ned tries slamming the arm on the turnbuckle again, but Synth blocks it by putting his left hand on the top rope and nailing Ned in the gut with a back elbow. Synth grimaces and grabs his right arm, his knees buckling. The impact of the blow shooting up the bad arm. Ned exploits the opening by going for a hammerlock slam, but Synth slaps him with the palm of his left hand on the way up and sets Blanchard up for the DDT a.k.a. Percussion. Ned quickly counters with a double-leg takedown. He sets his feet under Synth's shoulderblades and CATAPULTS him into the corner, but Synth lands safely on the middle rope and leaps back, executing a perfect CROSS BODYBLOCK. However, Synth is unable to make the cover as he comes down on his right elbow, the concussion of the impact reverberating throughout his right arm. Ned calls Simon in, and the two proceed to whip Synth to the ropes and nail him with a double back elbow to the chest. Blanchard baits Logan into the ring by slapping him, buying his team time to put the boots to Synth. Jim Cornette and Shyanne watch proudly from the outside. COLE Damnit! The Midnights and SCM quadruple-teaming Synth behind the ref's back. Oh, yeah, Jim Cornette and Shyanne really loving this. What scum they are. After the damaging has been done, Simon and the SCM casually return to the apron and act like nothing happened. Ned makes the exchange to Vincent Santana. Vincent shocks the wrestling world by applying an ARMBAR~! Synth reminds everybody he knows a thing or two about wrestling, taking Vincent over with an armdrag. CABOOSE Not quite Ricky Steamboat, but it worked. COACH If the world comes to an end tonight, I won't be surprised. Vincent and Synth using wrestling moves. Wrestling moves! COLE It sure did, Caboose. And I'm sure the South Central Militia haven't forgotten about what happened this past Thursday night on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! when they were eliminated by the Heavenly Rockers from the 10 team elimination tag match. COACH It was a fluke pin that would make the Sk8ter Boiz blush. The SCM were at a disavantage. COLE Their team [i]had[/i] the advantage! COACH They didn't know much about their teammates besides the New New Midnight Express. But the Heavenly Rockers didn't celebrate for long, they got eliminated shortly thereafter. :lol: COLE Thanks to outside interference by the South Central Militia. COACH If you say so. Synth comes at Vincent with a surge of engery, chopping Santana with his left hand. Santana puts an end to the rally with a knee to the mid-section, followed by a big forearm shot. He backs Synth up with kicks to the gut, then whips him across the ring as he hits the ropes himself. Vincent goes for his running forearm smash, but Synth rolls through and makes the tag to Logan, just as Vincent does the same...tagging NED! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Here we go! The encounter we've all been waiting months for. Logan and Ned, officially one on one. Or so we think. Ned immediately tags out after seeing Logan tag in, letting Simon do his dirty work. But it's not Simon who gets to Logan first; it's Marcellus Wallace. One-Eye is brought down with a running axehandle smash to the face. Logan goes up to the top and connects with a missle dropkick. Mann peaks over at the heel corner, checking Blanchard's whereabouts, and sees the Handsome Hustler conferring with Jim Cornette on the outside. Vincent Santana tries blindsiding Mann, but is caught charging in with a kick to the mid-section and then taken over with a hiptoss. Simon accomplishes what the SCM couldn't: stop Mann. A clothesline and many knife-edge chops later, Simon whips Logan to the ropes. Mann ducks under Singleton's clothesline and uses the middle rope as a springboard to nail Simon with a leg lariat. Synth joins Logan in the ring, and the two nail Singleton with a double dropkick. They quickly bring Simon back to his feet and fire him to the ropes. Double spinning back elbows. Logan sends the fans, especially the females, into a FRENZY by hurling his arch rival into the ring. Logan mounts on top of Ned and wails away. COACH If Logan doesn't watch it, he's gonna get himself disqualified. And I for one can't wait to see the reaction of the Sooner Bruisers when that happens. They hate it each other. I know it. I just know it. COLE Logan couldn't give a damn about getting disqualified, he just wants some of Ned. CABOOSE You can argue the case for both men. If you're Logan, you want a piece of Ned. If you're Frank, you want your team to win. The last thing you want to see happen is your co-captain get disqualified because he lost his cool. COACH You're right about one thing, 'Boosey: Everybody wants a piece of Ned. Hell, if I were a chick I'd want Ned myself. Of course I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but that's the price to pay for a night with the Handsome Hustler. Still wailing away on Ned, Logan notices a figure leap from the apron. He looks up and sees Sarcastic Simon coming off the top with a springboard clothesline. The females in attendence shriek in horror as the Midnights stomp Mann in the chest. Ned exits the ring at the order of Charles Robinson, then is legally tagged in. The crowd is vicious towards Blanchard as he steps back in the ring with a shit-eating grin on his face. He shoves Mann in the corner and punishes him with an array of martial arts blows. Ned runs up the turnbuckles and kicks Logan with the toe of the boot in the right temple. Blanchard brings Logan back to the center of the ring in a front facelock. He SPITS toward the corner of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers before lifting Mann up in the air. With Logan high up, Ned circles around the, flaunting his power, then drops Mann's legs down on the top rope and falls back with him. SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! COACH Turn off the lights, the party's over. COLE Damnit! Our first elimination coming up. Blanchard with the arrogant cover. Leaned up against Mann, Ned hooks the near leg and symbolically raises a finger after each count. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH What?! COLE Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Hell, yeah! CABOOSE Logan isn't out of trouble yet. As somebody who's competed in that very ring many-a times, your adrenaline can be the best and worst thing to happen to you. It'll carry you though tough times or give you that extra surge you need, other times it will deflat you once it's gone. We're gonna see how tough Logan is. Does he have the will, the hunger that would turn an average wrestler into a clutch performer? Ned's expression, one of utter disbelief, says it all. His corner tells him to keep the pressure on. And Blanchard does just that, tossing Mann back into the corner and driving the shoulder into the mid-section of his foe. Ned measures Logan and connects with a right jab, then a left, then hammers him with a right. Ned whips Logan to the corner across the ring and looks to tag, but changes his mind and decides to charge in. Blanchard's pause turns out to bite him, as Logan runs up the turnbuckles and backflips off the top rope, landing behind the Handsome Hustler. A clearly exhausted Mann quickly spins Ned around and spikes Blanchard into the canvas with the DDT. PERCUSSION! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH Where the hell did Logan find the energy to hit Percussion? I can't believe it. COLE Neither can I. Both men are down. Both breathing heavily. If Logan can just turn over and drape an arm across Ned, he'll get the elimination. Likewise for Ned. That DDT took everything out of him. CABOOSE I think it's too late to go for the pin. Logan should try and tag out. That's what I would do in this situation. Tag in a fresh man. All of this is the result of Ned's hesitation. After he sent Logan across the ring, I'm sure he knew he made a mistake. Yes, he was going to make a tag, but in that situation where you have everything under control, you can't leave your opponent in an open area. Logan uses the ropes to drag himself to his corner, all his teammates reaching over with their hands out. Both Ned and Logan inches from making tags. They both tag out at the same time. Synth and One-Eye meet head-on and exchange fire. The Sooners pump their fists in the air, getting the crowd rowdier. One-Eye kicks Synth in the gut and calls for Vinny. Synth is whipped to the ropes. He avoids a double clothesline and nails the SCM on the rebound with a dropkick. An exchange is made, and the Pyscho Gremlin takes out the SCM with a Soonerline. Frankie gets a two count out of a belly-to-belly suplex, after Santana breaks up the pin with a knee to the head. The SCM threw Frankie out of the ring, and do the same to Frank who comes in to help his younger brother. Marcellus and Vincent taunt the Heavenly Rockers, while the Sooner Bruisers step back on the apron and climb up the turnbuckle behind the SCM. Synth and Logan tell them to turn around. DOUBLE TOP ROPE SOONERLINE! The crowd HOWL in unison as Frankie runs around in celebration. All that wasted time causes him to get only a one count. Frankie goes to tag in big brother, but Synth reaches over and takes the tag instead. Puzzled, Frank watches as Synth returns to action and hits One-Eye with a hangman's neckbreaker. ONE... TWO... NO! Logan re-enters for a bit of double-teaming. The Heavenly Rockers whip Marcellus to the ropes and toss him high in the air with a double backdrop, then a bodyslam near the corner. Synth flies off the middle turnbuckle and connects with a legdrop, earning a nearfall. The Synthmeister scoopes Wallace up and fires him off to the ropes. Blind tag made, Sarcastic Simon now the legal man. Synth takes One-Eye over with a hiptoss, and when he turns around, he's taken down with a SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY -- but Synth rolls through! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Simon gets the shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Singleton rakes the eyes. Full armdrag and twist, then a knee to the gut. Simon drapes the leg over Synth's neck, looking for the rocker dropper, but Synth flips Simon in the air. He misses the clothesline but connects with another varation of the neckbreaker, getting another nearfall. Frank calls for a tag, but with all the noise in the arena Synth can't hear him. Irish whip. And Simon makes Synth pay for setting too soon, kicking him in the shoulder and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick. Tag made to Vincent Santana. But it's both of the SCM who come in. One-Eye ignores Charles Robinson's call to exit the ring. Synth sent into the ropes. The SCM lift him off the mat and look to HOTSHOT him on the top rope, but they overshoot the rope and end up dropping Synth over the top, his right shoulder striking the ring apron on the way down to the arena floor. The crowd groans. COACH, COLE & CABOOSE DAYUM~! COACH That's gangsta, baby boy. COLE Synth may be hurt badly. CABOOSE That's an understatement. Vincent distracts the referee as the Midnights front facelock Synth on the apron for Jim Cornette to hammer over the back with the racket! Simon and Ned grab Synth's right arm and SLAM it down on the RING STEPS. Shyanne and Cornette get in a few kicks before being ran off by Logan. COACH It's a dog-eat-dog world, M.C. If the Heavenly Rockers just would of let James E. guide their careers instead of letting that gold digging witch Holly-Wood get in their ears. And that's what it's all about, really -- money. Holly knew she could use her [i]assets[/i] to intice the Heavenly Rockers. That stuff wouldn't work with James E. He's a businessman thick and through. COLE We all know that's a lie. It was Cornette who wanted the Heavenly Rockers piece of the pie. He even got them to turn against Holly for a brief period of time. Charles Robinson escorts an irate Logan back to the corner, allowing Marcellus to hold Synth up for his little sister, the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne, to SLAP before tossing the Synthmeister back into the ring. Vincent drags Synth to the center of the ring and clamps on an old school special, the ever dangerous...ARMBAR! Synth screams in agonizing pain as Santana pulls back on the arm. Logan steps on the bottom rope and pounds the top turnbuckle, with the Sooners clapping, to get the crowd behind Synth. The fans immediately respond to Logan and the Sooners call to duty, clapping and stomping their feet in unison. "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* The overwhelming support of the crowd get the juices flowing for Synth as he crawls inch by inch toward the ropes. Cornette and Shyanne pull the bottom rope back as Synth nears, drawing the ire of the referee. But it does its job, buying Santana enough time to bring Synth back to the center of the ring. Logan again leads the crowd in cheers for Synth. Grimacing, the right side of his face pressed against the mat, Synth gingerly taps the toe of his boot on the canvas, the adrenaline once again beginning to flow through his body. COLE Synth pounds the mat with his left fist, causing camp Cornette to say he's tapping out, but it's Synth's message to the fans to let them know he isn't going to quit. He's gonna make it to that rope, damnit. He knows it, his corner knows it, and the fans know it. The sweat running down his face Synth finally makes it to the ropes. But Vincent doesn't letting go. He wants to milk that 5 count. Charles Robinson reaches 4 before breaking the count and giving Santana one final chace to let go. He won't, so the count resumes. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... "I'm telling you, Vincent -- break it. Now!" ONE... TWO... THREE... Santana lets go of the hold, not because of the threat of disqualification, but due to a left hand from Logan! Mann unleashes a fury of kicks to the sternum. Another brawl erupts, as do the fans, as Marcellus comes in and dukes it out with Logan. Logan is able to hold his own for quite a while until Vincent returns to the picture and lands a LOW BLOW. The SCM hammer Logan across the back with double-axehandle smashes. Santana takes on his steel-toe boot and clobbers Logan across the back with it. 2 on 1 attack until Synth dives on top of Vincent and all hell breaks loose. Charles Robinson frantically tries restoring order and gets shoved on his ass multipule times. Synth grabs Vincent's boot and hits him upside the head, sending him fall through the ropes onto the ramp. The Heavenly Rockers then clothesline One-Eye out of the ring. Charles finally has enough and calls for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What a minute. What's going on here? COACH I think the Heavenly Rockers have been disqualified! Officials from the back storm the ring and separate both teams as the brawl has spilled onto the rampway. Terry Taylor and other agents escort the SCM and Shyanne backstage. Charles confers with Michael Buffer. The Heavenly Rockers re-enter the ring to find out what's going on. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified BOTH teams. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have been eliminated! "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: The Heavenly Rockers & South Central Militia By: Double Disqualification ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] As if it weren't chaotic enough, Frank Frankensteiner gets in the face of the Heavenly Rockers and gives them a tongue-lashing for getting disqualified. Synth and Logan don't appreciate the confrontational approach of the Man of Tomorrow and get back up in his face. The crowd watches intently, waiting for a possible explosion between the two teams. COACH Jesse was right, these guys don't like each other. Oh, this is great, fellas. The Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers are gonna implode right in front of us. COLE Now, let's not read into this too much. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have both been eliminated. It's now down to the New New Midnight Express and Sooner Bruisers. COACH Just like you to make excuses for the guys you like, Mikey. COLE I'm not making any excuses. Frankie plays peacemaker and gets big brother and the Heavenly Rockers to call a truce. They all shake hands and pat each other on the chest to the liking of the fans. Cameras pick up Logan telling the Sooners to "go in there and kick some ass!" High fives all around. The New New Midnight Express put an end to the showing of respect, jumping the Sooners from behind on the ramp. The Midnights shove Frankie off the ramp and down below to the guardrail throat-first. They've decided to concentrate on eliminating the Sooner Bruiser they perceived to be the biggest threat in the Man of Tomorrow. The Midnights toss Frank over the top rope. Frank's body bouncing up like a ball off a wall after crashing down onto the canvas. Frank crawls on his hands and knees to get away from the NNMX, but gets drilled with a TOP ROPE KNEE DROP to the back of the neck! Simon rolls him over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank kicks out. Outside, Frankie remains down. Back in the ring, Simon hangs Frank throat-first on the top rope and tags Ned in, who hits the far side and leaps off Simon's shoulders and onto the lower back of the Big Bad Rebooty Daddy. Classic Midnight Express. Ned measures Frank and drives the knee into the sternum. He picks the former OU standout up and spikes him into the canvas with a PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank just gets the shoulder up! Lying prone in the center of the ring, his brother just now beginning to make it back to their corner, Frank is helpless as Sarcastic Simon connects with a GUILIOTINE LEGDROP off the top following the tag. The Midnights and Cornette begin celebrating. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COLE The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette began celebrating prematurely. There's still a lot of fight left in that big ox from Oklahoma. COACH First, I thought it was over after the piledriver. Then I remembered the Sooner Bruisers have nothing left in their heads to hurt. But I thought for sure Frank was done here. He kicked out of two moves that would put a normal man away. COLE That's why the call him the "Man of Tomorrow." Frank rammed head-first into the boot of the Handsome Hustler in the corner. Tag made, and the Midnights hit the DOUBLE FLAPJACK on the big man from Oklahoma. Then Ned knocks Frankie off the apron with a right hand after the Pyscho Gremlin had just made it back up. Lateral press, Ned doing what he was taught in wrestling school, hooking the leg but still only getting a two count. He lifts Frank up in a sidewalk slam grip and tags Simon. Blanchard with the backbreaker near the corner as Simon hits the TOP ROPE FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Simon looks to land another cheapshot to Frankie, but the Pyscho Gremlin is ready for it and HEADBUTTS Singleton across the ring! The crowd howls as Frankie cheers his brother on from the ring apron. Frank and Simon get up around the same time, both a bit dazed, but it is the Man of Tomorrow who lands the big blow, nailing Singleton with a HALF-NELSON SUPLEX as Simon bumps into him! COLE How much does Frank have left to make the tag? Now's the time to make the tag, Frank. Come on! You're just feet away. Ned stomps Frank mid-ring, grabbing the left leg and bringing the big guy up to his feet. Frank hops on one leg and is the subject of verbal abuse from Blanchard, who slaps him repeatedly. Frank responds with an ENZURIGI that flips Ned over and pops the crowd huge! COACH Did you see that?! CABOOSE I did and I still can't believe. COLE Wow! That's no cruiserweight, ladies and gentlemen. That's a near 280 pound man. Incredible athletism. Frank crawls over to his corner and makes the tag! Here comes Frankie, acting every bit of his "Pyscho Gremlin" moniker. He whallops Simon with a Soonerline, and Ned with an Oklahoma right. Scoope slam on Singleton. Frankie ducks a right from Ned and nails him with an inverted suplex, followed by a Soonerline. He slams Simon again, then takes him over with a well-executed belly-to-belly suplex. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned breaks up the pin with a double-axehandle. Blanchard clubbers Frankie with forearm shots to the back. He and Simon whip the Pyscho Gremlin to the ropes. Frankie avoids a double clothesline, hits the ropes hard at the other end on the rebound, picking up a tremendous amount of steam, and levels both Midnights with a Soonerline! Frank comes back into the picture, hoisting Simon up on his shoulders like a toddler as Frankie ascends to the top. Ned grabs the attention of the referee by faking an leg injury, allowing Jim Cornette to shove Frankie off the top and down onto the canvas. Frank immediately knows something is up and puts Simon down. Which suddenly sparks a miraculous recovery by the Handsome Hustler who clotheslines Frank as Simon surprises him with a legsweep. DOUBLE GOOZLE! Double-team suplex by the Midnights. Ned waits in the corner as Simon climbs to the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER coming up. But Frankie moves out of the way and Simon splashes nothing but canvas! Ned charges toward Frankie, who ducks a clothesline and hammers Blanchard with closed fists. He sets to fire Ned to the ropes, but Blanchard reverses. * BOOM * Sounding like a gunshot went off in the arena, Frankie stumbles into the arms of the Handsome Hustler after being blasted from behind by Jim Cornette and the tennis racket. Perched on the top rope is Simon. He waits for Ned to get Frankie in position for the VEGOMATIC. Blanchard leans down with the bearhug, exposing the torso of Frankie. The Midnights find out payback is a bitch, as Frank shoves Simon off the top and onto Ned with a cross bodyblock. Frank clotheslines Ned over the top rope to the arena floor. Simon tries for a quick dropkick, but Frankie swats him away like a fly and SLINGSHOTS him into the corner where Simon hits his head on the RINGPOST. Simon staggers back towards the center of the ring. Frankie hits the near side and send Simon rotating in the air 360 degrees with a nasty SOONERLINE! ONE... TWO... THREE! COACH They're down to a man! COLE It's Blanchard versus both Sooner Bruisers. The only way this could be better if it were against both Heavenly Rockers. * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Sarcastic Simon has been ELMINIATED! [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Sarcastic Simon By: Pinfall; Frankie Frankensteiner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] Jim Cornette is going ballistic outside the ring, sobbing as Sarcastic Simon is lead away backstage. Ned pulls Frank out of the ring and rams him into the ringpost, while Jim Cornette jumps on the apron and distracts Frankie. COLE Again that loudmouth interjects himself. He should be ejected. COACH Hey, just like friends don't let friends drive drunk; friends don't let friends wrestle in a confused state. COLE And you talk about [i]me[/i] making excuses. Huh. Knowing it's all or nothing, Ned seemingly goes through every offensive play in his playbook. He nails Frank with a running sledgehammer to the back of the neck. He throws Frankie down and connects with a leaping knee drop for two. Ned earns half a dozen nearfalls in the span of two minutes with everything from a small package to a sunset flip. COLE The frustration quickly setting in for the Handsome Hustler. COACH Of course it's setting in, M.C. He's got to beat both Sooners to be the sole survivor! COLE Cornette telling Ned to "go for it all." He and Blanchard both know to have any shot at winning this match, he has to eliminate one of the Sooner Bruisers quickly. The long the match goes it favors the Sooner Bruisers because they can tag in and out at all. Blanchard with a front facelock on Frank, the prelude to the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. He hits-- NO! Frank floats over and drives Ned into the ropes, rolling back down with him! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned kicks out, sending Frank running into the top turnbuckle. Unfortunately for Ned, Frankie hit the turnbuckle in his corner. The crowd roars as Frank tags himself in. Ned begs for mercy. But Frank isn't having none of that. He flexes the biceps, as if he's saying, "I'm fresh as a daisy, bitch." Ned turns his back away from Frank and tries sucker punching him, but Frank blocks the right and rocks Blanchard with some of his own. He whips the hustler to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! He brings Blanchard up to his feet and clubbers him across the back with a forearm shot before double underhooking the arms. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! COACH Oh, no. You know what's next. COLE I and everyone in this arena does. Frank signals for the Frankensteiner. Cornette frantically waves for somebody in the back. The crowd boos as Shyanne, the valet of the South Central Militia, returns to ringside. She steps on the apron and grabs the attention of the referee. Frank goes over, wanting to get Shyanne down his own way, but Charles Robinson warns him to stay back. Nervous murmering fills the air as Ned nails Frankie with a LOW BLOW and holds him up for Jim Cornette, who produces a bag out of his polyester jacket. Frank breaks free from Ned as Cornette throws a handful of POWDER into the Handsome Hustler's eyes! Frank decks Cornette with a right and picks up the tennis racket. Ned staggers around, rubbing his eyes, and walks into a big forehand shot! COACH He hit him with the racket! That's a disqualification! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Hustler Ned By: Pinfall; Frank Frankensteiner Sole Survivors: The Sooner Bruisers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] Frank raises his arms in victory and gets mobbed by his younger brother. Shyanne drags Ned out of the ring and helps Jim Cornette up. The Heavenly Rockers come out from the back to congratulate their teammates as "Frankenstein" blares in the background. They hold the Sooners arms up as Michael Buffer announces the winners. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your sole survivors: The SOONER BRUUUUUISERRRSSSSS! COLE A tremendous victory for the Sooner Bruisers. COACH The hell with the Sooner Bruisers. What about Ned? He put up a helluva fight. COLE I won't deny that. Ned gave it everything he had, but in the end it was too little.

I posted my match in GCF.

Looking dapper in a tuxedo, Michael Buffer stands mid-ring with a microphone in hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an eight-man elimination tag team match! Single-elimination rules apply. Elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Let's meet the teams. The jeers from the crowd nearly drown out "Chase" in the background, but the team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia embrace the hostile crowd, jawing with many of the fans on their way to the ring. Jim Cornette sits on the middle rope and holds the middle and top ropes up for all 4 members of his team, then puts his foot down on the bottom rope for Shyanne to enter. COACH Halle Berry eat your heart out, girl. That's a real sister in there. Look at here, fellas. Isn't she lovely? COLE She definitely isn't special, I tell you that right now. Holly-Wood is still recovering from the 3 piledrivers sustained at the hands of that young lady. I shouldn't even call her a lady. That woman is a cold-hearted bitch! BUFFER Introducing first, being led to the ring by the legendary Jim Cornette and the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne; at a total combine weight of 995 pounds, Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA, and the former two-time OAOAST tag team champions of the world, Sarcastic Simon and team captain "The Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXXXPRESSSSS! Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jim Cornette Enterprises! Jim Cornette holds the tennis racket up in the air as he whoops and hollers from the middle rope. The New New Midnight Express worshipping their manager from a knee, pointing up at him. The SCM remain at a distance but politely clap for the man signing their checks. COLE Who the hell made Ned team captain? I'm willing to bet that was done to feed his ego because we all know Blanchard is not a leader. He's an ass-- [B]* [COLOR=red]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=blue]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=green]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=orange]BOOM[/COLOR], [COLOR=purple]BAM[/COLOR]! *[/B] Not only does the pyro explode, so do the fans as "G's & Soilders" hits, signaling the arrival of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers. Synth and Logan run out onto the stage and point to the fans, the Sooner Bruisers following them out. The Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner shows off the biceps as baby brother Frankie runs in and out of the Originals and Upstarts entrances like a revolving door. The Sooners and Heavenly Rockers head to the ring as a unit, with Synth showing Frankie how to play air guitar all the way down the ramp. BUFFER And their opponents. Lead by co-captains Logan Mann and Frank Frankensteiner, weighing in at a total of 955 pounds, the teams of the SOONER BRUISERS and the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time, the HEAVENLY RRRRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRRSSSSSS! They are Rock 'n' Wrestling! The Midnights and SCM assemble outside, giving the Heavenly Rockers and Sooners Bruisers the spotlight. They watch in utter comtempt as all 4 heros pose on separate turnbuckles, sending fans and ringside photographers into a frenzy. Jim Cornette and Frank Frankensteiner huddle with their respective teams. Ned proves Michael Cole correct, breaking away from the team he's captaining to flirt with a fan's girlfriend ringside. He isn't the only captain to not pay attention. Rock 'n' Wrestling co-captain Logan Mann seizes the opportunity to strike at his hated foe, swinging over the top rope to the arena floor and blindsiding the Handsome Hustler with a double-axehandle to the head! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Oh, would you look at this! Christmas came early for Logan, who finally has his hands on the Handsome Hustler. Logan wasting no time going after Blanchard, the man who has put both he and Holly through hell over the last year. All because Ned couldn't get Holly in the sack. What a despicable human being. COACH Yeah, paint Ned as the sex-crazed manic. You don't think Logan brags about the woman he gets to go to bed with every night? He's a rock star. Of course he does. Rock stars have groupies. We in the wrestling business call them ring rats. Just looking at Ned and the way he talks about the woman he wants to conquest, he's such a romantic. If I were a woman, I'd choose Ned over Logan in a heartbeat. I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but at least I knew I was treated like a lady. CABOOSE Absolute bedlam. The referee has no control over this match. COACH Exactly. Charles Robinson oughta disqualifiy the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers, like right now. COLE Oh, shut up! COACH First admendment, son. Logan rams Ned face-first into the arena floor. The protective mats outside doing little in the way of protecting. Sarcastic Simon and the SCM go to aid Ned, but they're cut off by Synth and the Sooner Bruisers. The crowd goes bananas as a pier-six erupts on the arena floor. They use everything that isn't nailed down -- timekeepers tables, chairs, guardrails, etc. Logan sends Jim Cornette scampering after catching the clown prince of polyester trying to cheapshot him with the racket. Cornette waddles into the ring and runs right into a clothesline by referee Charles Robinson! COLE Oh, yeah! Charles in charge. COACH What was that for? The referee isn't supposed to get physically involved with the competitors. As Logan kicks Cornette out of the ring, Hustler Ned nails him with a knee to the spine of the back. Blanchard pumpels Logan against the ropes with right hands. The crowd goes NUCLEAR as Logan and Ned trade blows. Unable to fend off the onslaught from Logan, the Handsome Hustler drives the knee into the mid-section and whips Mann to the ropes, presumably to buy himself some time. The plan backfires as Logan comes off the ropes with a full head of steam and knocks Blanchard off his feet with an running elbow right between the eyes. Logan follows Ned out of the ring and rams him into the guardrail, shouting: "Bleed, motherfucker!" COLE We apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen. COACH First admendment, son. And for the record, Logan is the motherfu-- Ned swings around the ringpost and into the ring, shaking off the cobwebs. He quickly tags out in favor of Marcellus "One-Eye" Wallace. One-Eye doesn't waste any time going to work, catching Logan coming back in with a boot to the head. He chops Logan down like a big oak tree with double-axehandle smashes. Not even bothering with any wrestling moves. A scoope slam and many elbows later, Mann is brought back to his feet and nailed with a couple of hard rights before being sent to the ropes. He ducks a back elbow but gets caught on the rebound attempting a cross bodyblock. Marcellus looks to powerslam Logan, but Synth comes in and dropkicks Logan down onto One-Eye. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! COLE Oh, Synth almost had him. To reinerate, fans, unlike this past Thursday night, this 8-man tag is single-elimination. CABOOSE In other words, you must defeat all 4 members of the opposing team. COLE Exactly. An elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Tag made by the Heavenly Rockers. COACH See? The Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers don't like each other. Notice how Logan tagged Synth and not one of the Sooners. COLE You're reaching, Coach. Synth is slingshotted into the ring by Logan, and wipes out Marcellus with a clothesline. That twice broken right arm, though colorfully bandage, showing no ill effects. Synth covers but One-Eye shoves him off at two. Marcellus rushes to his feet and viciously clotheslines the Synthmeister. He stomps the head before reaching down and picking up the Synthmeister. Face-first into the top turnbuckle goes Synth. One-Eye keeps Synth trapped in the corner, driving the point of the elbow into the side of the face, and tagging out. Enters Simon, who... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simon grins arrogantly as he forces Charles Robinson to push him away after not allowing Synth time to get out of the corner. He grins because Ned and the SCM triple-team Synth in the background, unbeknownst to the referee who is still having words for Simon. Ned chokes Synth with the tag rope, while the SCM step in and work over the mid-section with a fury of rights and lefts. Logan and the Sooner Bruisers pleas to get the referee to turn around fall on deaf ears. Logan takes matters into his own hands. He decks Sarcastic Simon with a left and leaps into the corner of J.C.E., looking for a piece of Ned, who jumps off the apron and stutter-struts away, taunting Mann. The referee gets Logan out of the ring. Simon suplexes Synth out of the corner and follows it up with a double-stomp to the stomach. He lifts Synth's head off the mat and laughs in his face, then SLAPS him. Simon kicks Synth in the face before perching himself on the top rope. Simon points toward the Rock 'n' Wrestling corner and flips them off. But they get the last laugh, as Simon jumps down from the top and eats a face full of boots! COLE Singleton paid for that one. I believe he was attempting a top rope double-stomp, which surely would of knocked the air out of Synth and gotten him eliminated, but he spent too much time taunting and it came back to haunt him. CABOOSE It's vital for J.C.E. to prevent Synth from making the tag. They have him down, and aren't far off from having him out. Cornette should send a man in to drag Synth closer to their corner. Simon remains on his back, clutching his jaw and kicking his legs. Synth rolls across the ring and makes the tag...to the Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner. COLE Uh-oh. Things about to get worse before they get better for Singleton. Frank picks Simon up by his curly golden brown hair and plants him into the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex for two. He brings Simon back up and shoots him off to the ropes, pressing Singleton into the air and throwing him onto Ned as the Handsome Hustler steps in to assist his partner. The ripped muscle-man drops to his knees and flexes both biceps. Frank cockily smiles as the crowd erupts, thinking the cheers are for him when it's for Logan Mann, who zooms past the Man of Tomorrow and pounces on his hated rival Ned Blanchard, drilling his fist into the handsome face of the Handsome Hustler. Ned doing his best to cover up. COACH Look at the intensity in Logan's eyes. I've never seen that look in him before. The man has snapped. COLE Wouldn't you, too, if the person you deeply cared about was brutally assaulted? I know I would. COACH There's plenty of other broads out there. Ned's teammates enter and trigger another pier-six brawl as they all go after Logan. With the referee focused on restoring order, he doesn't see Shyanne grab Logan's afro and pull him out of the ring. Logan points at Shyanne and calls her a bitch. No love lost here, for the woman who piledrove his girl 3 times. Logan cocks his fist. Shyanne shields herself behind the ringpost. Ringside fans scream at Logan to turn around. He does just in the nick of time to grab the TENNIS RACKET out of the hands of Jim Cornette. Cornette cowers in fear as Logan approaches. But Mann is hit from behind with a knee from Ned that sends him running into the ringpost. Inside the ring, the heels gain the upper hand with triple eye rakes. Synth and the Sooners reverse a trio of Irish whips and deliver triple OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES! As the heels get back on their feet, the faces clothesline them over the top rope! Ned sneaks back into the ring and rolls Frank up with a school boy! COLE Ned isn't the legal man! COACH (giggly) Human error. Human error! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Blanchard puts his martial arts background to good use, nailing Frank square in the jaw with a sidekick. He tags Vincent Santana, who hits a big legdrop before going for the cover which is good enough for a two. Santana backs the big man in the ropes and rocks him with closed fists. He fires the Man of Tomorrow off to the ropes and takes him off his feet with a diving shoulderblock. Vincent goes for the quick cover. Frank again kicking out at two. Santana follows Frank in with a clothesline after sending him to the corner. He attempts to do the same a second time, but Frank puts up the boot! Frank sprints over to his corner and tags in his younger brother, the "Pyscho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner. Frankie makes an immediate impact, hitting Santana with the TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Marcellus breaks up the pin. Frankie brings Vincent to the face side of the ring and exposes Santana's ribs for Synth, who accepts the tag and kicks Vincent in the ribcage. Following a bodyslam, Synth goes up to the middle turnbuckle and misses an elbow drop. Synth immediately clutches his right arm, prompting Jim Cornette to scream at Vincent to target it. Santana does just that, stomping on the arm before applying an armbar and taking Synth over to the heel corner. After a tag, Simon comes off the top with a double-axehandle to the arm. Full armdrag and twist into a single-arm DDT by Simon, who quickly clamps on a hammerlock. COACH I've been told Simon refers to his single-arm DDT as Divorce Court. It's painful and nasty, as Synth just found out. :lol: COLE Synth's in real big trouble here. The team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia now beginning to target the arm, an arm that has been broken on two occasions. I fear we're moments away from that happening a third time if Synth isn't able to make a tag. Singleton repeatedly drives the knee into the locked arm, tightening his grip on the hold afterwards. Chants of "SYNTH" get the Synthmeister going as he sits up and gets back to a vertical base, delivering an back elbow to the side of Simon's head to free himself. Synth hits the ropes and leaps over Simon as he drops down, but is kicked in the back of the head on the rebound by Ned. Simon capitalizes with a hammerlock slam. A simplistic and effective maneuver. Blanchard accepts Simon's tag and stomps Synth in the sternum befoe ramming him into the turnbuckle. He grabs Synth's bad arm and slams it on the top turnbuckle, then wraps it around the top rope and tugs down on it. Ned only lets go after the referee begins administering the count to break or face disqualification. Ned tries slamming the arm on the turnbuckle again, but Synth blocks it by putting his left hand on the top rope and nailing Ned in the gut with a back elbow. Synth grimaces and grabs his right arm, his knees buckling. The impact of the blow shooting up the bad arm. Ned exploits the opening by going for a hammerlock slam, but Synth slaps him with the palm of his left hand on the way up and sets Blanchard up for the DDT a.k.a. Percussion. Ned quickly counters with a double-leg takedown. He sets his feet under Synth's shoulderblades and CATAPULTS him into the corner, but Synth lands safely on the middle rope and leaps back, executing a perfect CROSS BODYBLOCK. However, Synth is unable to make the cover as he comes down on his right elbow, the concussion of the impact reverberating throughout his right arm. Ned calls Simon in, and the two proceed to whip Synth to the ropes and nail him with a double back elbow to the chest. Blanchard baits Logan into the ring by slapping him, buying his team time to put the boots to Synth. Jim Cornette and Shyanne watch proudly from the outside. COLE Damnit! The Midnights and SCM quadruple-teaming Synth behind the ref's back. Oh, yeah, Jim Cornette and Shyanne really loving this. What scum they are. After the damaging has been done, Simon and the SCM casually return to the apron and act like nothing happened. Ned makes the exchange to Vincent Santana. Vincent shocks the wrestling world by applying an ARMBAR~! Synth reminds everybody he knows a thing or two about wrestling, taking Vincent over with an armdrag. CABOOSE Not quite Ricky Steamboat, but it worked. COACH If the world comes to an end tonight, I won't be surprised. Vincent and Synth using wrestling moves. Wrestling moves! COLE It sure did, Caboose. And I'm sure the South Central Militia haven't forgotten about what happened this past Thursday night on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! when they were eliminated by the Heavenly Rockers from the 10 team elimination tag match. COACH It was a fluke pin that would make the Sk8ter Boiz blush. The SCM were at a disavantage. COLE Their team [i]had[/i] the advantage! COACH They didn't know much about their teammates besides the New New Midnight Express. But the Heavenly Rockers didn't celebrate for long, they got eliminated shortly thereafter. :lol: COLE Thanks to outside interference by the South Central Militia. COACH If you say so. Synth comes at Vincent with a surge of engery, chopping Santana with his left hand. Santana puts an end to the rally with a knee to the mid-section, followed by a big forearm shot. He backs Synth up with kicks to the gut, then whips him across the ring as he hits the ropes himself. Vincent goes for his running forearm smash, but Synth rolls through and makes the tag to Logan, just as Vincent does the same...tagging NED! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Here we go! The encounter we've all been waiting months for. Logan and Ned, officially one on one. Or so we think. Ned immediately tags out after seeing Logan tag in, letting Simon do his dirty work. But it's not Simon who gets to Logan first; it's Marcellus Wallace. One-Eye is brought down with a running axehandle smash to the face. Logan goes up to the top and connects with a missle dropkick. Mann peaks over at the heel corner, checking Blanchard's whereabouts, and sees the Handsome Hustler conferring with Jim Cornette on the outside. Vincent Santana tries blindsiding Mann, but is caught charging in with a kick to the mid-section and then taken over with a hiptoss. Simon accomplishes what the SCM couldn't: stop Mann. A clothesline and many knife-edge chops later, Simon whips Logan to the ropes. Mann ducks under Singleton's clothesline and uses the middle rope as a springboard to nail Simon with a leg lariat. Synth joins Logan in the ring, and the two nail Singleton with a double dropkick. They quickly bring Simon back to his feet and fire him to the ropes. Double spinning back elbows. Logan sends the fans, especially the females, into a FRENZY by hurling his arch rival into the ring. Logan mounts on top of Ned and wails away. COACH If Logan doesn't watch it, he's gonna get himself disqualified. And I for one can't wait to see the reaction of the Sooner Bruisers when that happens. They hate it each other. I know it. I just know it. COLE Logan couldn't give a damn about getting disqualified, he just wants some of Ned. CABOOSE You can argue the case for both men. If you're Logan, you want a piece of Ned. If you're Frank, you want your team to win. The last thing you want to see happen is your co-captain get disqualified because he lost his cool. COACH You're right about one thing, 'Boosey: Everybody wants a piece of Ned. Hell, if I were a chick I'd want Ned myself. Of course I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but that's the price to pay for a night with the Handsome Hustler. Still wailing away on Ned, Logan notices a figure leap from the apron. He looks up and sees Sarcastic Simon coming off the top with a springboard clothesline. The females in attendence shriek in horror as the Midnights stomp Mann in the chest. Ned exits the ring at the order of Charles Robinson, then is legally tagged in. The crowd is vicious towards Blanchard as he steps back in the ring with a shit-eating grin on his face. He shoves Mann in the corner and punishes him with an array of martial arts blows. Ned runs up the turnbuckles and kicks Logan with the toe of the boot in the right temple. Blanchard brings Logan back to the center of the ring in a front facelock. He SPITS toward the corner of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers before lifting Mann up in the air. With Logan high up, Ned circles around the, flaunting his power, then drops Mann's legs down on the top rope and falls back with him. SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! COACH Turn off the lights, the party's over. COLE Damnit! Our first elimination coming up. Blanchard with the arrogant cover. Leaned up against Mann, Ned hooks the near leg and symbolically raises a finger after each count. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH What?! COLE Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Hell, yeah! CABOOSE Logan isn't out of trouble yet. As somebody who's competed in that very ring many-a times, your adrenaline can be the best and worst thing to happen to you. It'll carry you though tough times or give you that extra surge you need, other times it will deflat you once it's gone. We're gonna see how tough Logan is. Does he have the will, the hunger that would turn an average wrestler into a clutch performer? Ned's expression, one of utter disbelief, says it all. His corner tells him to keep the pressure on. And Blanchard does just that, tossing Mann back into the corner and driving the shoulder into the mid-section of his foe. Ned measures Logan and connects with a right jab, then a left, then hammers him with a right. Ned whips Logan to the corner across the ring and looks to tag, but changes his mind and decides to charge in. Blanchard's pause turns out to bite him, as Logan runs up the turnbuckles and backflips off the top rope, landing behind the Handsome Hustler. A clearly exhausted Mann quickly spins Ned around and spikes Blanchard into the canvas with the DDT. PERCUSSION! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH Where the hell did Logan find the energy to hit Percussion? I can't believe it. COLE Neither can I. Both men are down. Both breathing heavily. If Logan can just turn over and drape an arm across Ned, he'll get the elimination. Likewise for Ned. That DDT took everything out of him. CABOOSE I think it's too late to go for the pin. Logan should try and tag out. That's what I would do in this situation. Tag in a fresh man. All of this is the result of Ned's hesitation. After he sent Logan across the ring, I'm sure he knew he made a mistake. Yes, he was going to make a tag, but in that situation where you have everything under control, you can't leave your opponent in an open area. Logan uses the ropes to drag himself to his corner, all his teammates reaching over with their hands out. Both Ned and Logan inches from making tags. They both tag out at the same time. Synth and One-Eye meet head-on and exchange fire. The Sooners pump their fists in the air, getting the crowd rowdier. One-Eye kicks Synth in the gut and calls for Vinny. Synth is whipped to the ropes. He avoids a double clothesline and nails the SCM on the rebound with a dropkick. An exchange is made, and the Pyscho Gremlin takes out the SCM with a Soonerline. Frankie gets a two count out of a belly-to-belly suplex, after Santana breaks up the pin with a knee to the head. The SCM threw Frankie out of the ring, and do the same to Frank who comes in to help his younger brother. Marcellus and Vincent taunt the Heavenly Rockers, while the Sooner Bruisers step back on the apron and climb up the turnbuckle behind the SCM. Synth and Logan tell them to turn around. DOUBLE TOP ROPE SOONERLINE! The crowd HOWL in unison as Frankie runs around in celebration. All that wasted time causes him to get only a one count. Frankie goes to tag in big brother, but Synth reaches over and takes the tag instead. Puzzled, Frank watches as Synth returns to action and hits One-Eye with a hangman's neckbreaker. ONE... TWO... NO! Logan re-enters for a bit of double-teaming. The Heavenly Rockers whip Marcellus to the ropes and toss him high in the air with a double backdrop, then a bodyslam near the corner. Synth flies off the middle turnbuckle and connects with a legdrop, earning a nearfall. The Synthmeister scoopes Wallace up and fires him off to the ropes. Blind tag made, Sarcastic Simon now the legal man. Synth takes One-Eye over with a hiptoss, and when he turns around, he's taken down with a SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY -- but Synth rolls through! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Simon gets the shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Singleton rakes the eyes. Full armdrag and twist, then a knee to the gut. Simon drapes the leg over Synth's neck, looking for the rocker dropper, but Synth flips Simon in the air. He misses the clothesline but connects with another varation of the neckbreaker, getting another nearfall. Frank calls for a tag, but with all the noise in the arena Synth can't hear him. Irish whip. And Simon makes Synth pay for setting too soon, kicking him in the shoulder and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick. Tag made to Vincent Santana. But it's both of the SCM who come in. One-Eye ignores Charles Robinson's call to exit the ring. Synth sent into the ropes. The SCM lift him off the mat and look to HOTSHOT him on the top rope, but they overshoot the rope and end up dropping Synth over the top, his right shoulder striking the ring apron on the way down to the arena floor. The crowd groans. COACH, COLE & CABOOSE DAYUM~! COACH That's gangsta, baby boy. COLE Synth may be hurt badly. CABOOSE That's an understatement. Vincent distracts the referee as the Midnights front facelock Synth on the apron for Jim Cornette to hammer over the back with the racket! Simon and Ned grab Synth's right arm and SLAM it down on the RING STEPS. Shyanne and Cornette get in a few kicks before being ran off by Logan. COACH It's a dog-eat-dog world, M.C. If the Heavenly Rockers just would of let James E. guide their careers instead of letting that gold digging witch Holly-Wood get in their ears. And that's what it's all about, really -- money. Holly knew she could use her [i]assets[/i] to intice the Heavenly Rockers. That stuff wouldn't work with James E. He's a businessman thick and through. COLE We all know that's a lie. It was Cornette who wanted the Heavenly Rockers piece of the pie. He even got them to turn against Holly for a brief period of time. Charles Robinson escorts an irate Logan back to the corner, allowing Marcellus to hold Synth up for his little sister, the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne, to SLAP before tossing the Synthmeister back into the ring. Vincent drags Synth to the center of the ring and clamps on an old school special, the ever dangerous...ARMBAR! Synth screams in agonizing pain as Santana pulls back on the arm. Logan steps on the bottom rope and pounds the top turnbuckle, with the Sooners clapping, to get the crowd behind Synth. The fans immediately respond to Logan and the Sooners call to duty, clapping and stomping their feet in unison. "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* The overwhelming support of the crowd get the juices flowing for Synth as he crawls inch by inch toward the ropes. Cornette and Shyanne pull the bottom rope back as Synth nears, drawing the ire of the referee. But it does its job, buying Santana enough time to bring Synth back to the center of the ring. Logan again leads the crowd in cheers for Synth. Grimacing, the right side of his face pressed against the mat, Synth gingerly taps the toe of his boot on the canvas, the adrenaline once again beginning to flow through his body. COLE Synth pounds the mat with his left fist, causing camp Cornette to say he's tapping out, but it's Synth's message to the fans to let them know he isn't going to quit. He's gonna make it to that rope, damnit. He knows it, his corner knows it, and the fans know it. The sweat running down his face Synth finally makes it to the ropes. But Vincent doesn't letting go. He wants to milk that 5 count. Charles Robinson reaches 4 before breaking the count and giving Santana one final chace to let go. He won't, so the count resumes. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... "I'm telling you, Vincent -- break it. Now!" ONE... TWO... THREE... Santana lets go of the hold, not because of the threat of disqualification, but due to a left hand from Logan! Mann unleashes a fury of kicks to the sternum. Another brawl erupts, as do the fans, as Marcellus comes in and dukes it out with Logan. Logan is able to hold his own for quite a while until Vincent returns to the picture and lands a LOW BLOW. The SCM hammer Logan across the back with double-axehandle smashes. Santana takes on his steel-toe boot and clobbers Logan across the back with it. 2 on 1 attack until Synth dives on top of Vincent and all hell breaks loose. Charles Robinson frantically tries restoring order and gets shoved on his ass multipule times. Synth grabs Vincent's boot and hits him upside the head, sending him fall through the ropes onto the ramp. The Heavenly Rockers then clothesline One-Eye out of the ring. Charles finally has enough and calls for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What a minute. What's going on here? COACH I think the Heavenly Rockers have been disqualified! Officials from the back storm the ring and separate both teams as the brawl has spilled onto the rampway. Terry Taylor and other agents escort the SCM and Shyanne backstage. Charles confers with Michael Buffer. The Heavenly Rockers re-enter the ring to find out what's going on. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified BOTH teams. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have been eliminated! "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: The Heavenly Rockers & South Central Militia By: Double Disqualification ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] As if it weren't chaotic enough, Frank Frankensteiner gets in the face of the Heavenly Rockers and gives them a tongue-lashing for getting disqualified. Synth and Logan don't appreciate the confrontational approach of the Man of Tomorrow and get back up in his face. The crowd watches intently, waiting for a possible explosion between the two teams. COACH Jesse was right, these guys don't like each other. Oh, this is great, fellas. The Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers are gonna implode right in front of us. COLE Now, let's not read into this too much. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have both been eliminated. It's now down to the New New Midnight Express and Sooner Bruisers. COACH Just like you to make excuses for the guys you like, Mikey. COLE I'm not making any excuses. Frankie plays peacemaker and gets big brother and the Heavenly Rockers to call a truce. They all shake hands and pat each other on the chest to the liking of the fans. Cameras pick up Logan telling the Sooners to "go in there and kick some ass!" High fives all around. The New New Midnight Express put an end to the showing of respect, jumping the Sooners from behind on the ramp. The Midnights shove Frankie off the ramp and down below to the guardrail throat-first. They've decided to concentrate on eliminating the Sooner Bruiser they perceived to be the biggest threat in the Man of Tomorrow. The Midnights toss Frank over the top rope. Frank's body bouncing up like a ball off a wall after crashing down onto the canvas. Frank crawls on his hands and knees to get away from the NNMX, but gets drilled with a TOP ROPE KNEE DROP to the back of the neck! Simon rolls him over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank kicks out. Outside, Frankie remains down. Back in the ring, Simon hangs Frank throat-first on the top rope and tags Ned in, who hits the far side and leaps off Simon's shoulders and onto the lower back of the Big Bad Rebooty Daddy. Classic Midnight Express. Ned measures Frank and drives the knee into the sternum. He picks the former OU standout up and spikes him into the canvas with a PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank just gets the shoulder up! Lying prone in the center of the ring, his brother just now beginning to make it back to their corner, Frank is helpless as Sarcastic Simon connects with a GUILIOTINE LEGDROP off the top following the tag. The Midnights and Cornette begin celebrating. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COLE The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette began celebrating prematurely. There's still a lot of fight left in that big ox from Oklahoma. COACH First, I thought it was over after the piledriver. Then I remembered the Sooner Bruisers have nothing left in their heads to hurt. But I thought for sure Frank was done here. He kicked out of two moves that would put a normal man away. COLE That's why the call him the "Man of Tomorrow." Frank rammed head-first into the boot of the Handsome Hustler in the corner. Tag made, and the Midnights hit the DOUBLE FLAPJACK on the big man from Oklahoma. Then Ned knocks Frankie off the apron with a right hand after the Pyscho Gremlin had just made it back up. Lateral press, Ned doing what he was taught in wrestling school, hooking the leg but still only getting a two count. He lifts Frank up in a sidewalk slam grip and tags Simon. Blanchard with the backbreaker near the corner as Simon hits the TOP ROPE FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Simon looks to land another cheapshot to Frankie, but the Pyscho Gremlin is ready for it and HEADBUTTS Singleton across the ring! The crowd howls as Frankie cheers his brother on from the ring apron. Frank and Simon get up around the same time, both a bit dazed, but it is the Man of Tomorrow who lands the big blow, nailing Singleton with a HALF-NELSON SUPLEX as Simon bumps into him! COLE How much does Frank have left to make the tag? Now's the time to make the tag, Frank. Come on! You're just feet away. Ned stomps Frank mid-ring, grabbing the left leg and bringing the big guy up to his feet. Frank hops on one leg and is the subject of verbal abuse from Blanchard, who slaps him repeatedly. Frank responds with an ENZURIGI that flips Ned over and pops the crowd huge! COACH Did you see that?! CABOOSE I did and I still can't believe. COLE Wow! That's no cruiserweight, ladies and gentlemen. That's a near 280 pound man. Incredible athletism. Frank crawls over to his corner and makes the tag! Here comes Frankie, acting every bit of his "Pyscho Gremlin" moniker. He whallops Simon with a Soonerline, and Ned with an Oklahoma right. Scoope slam on Singleton. Frankie ducks a right from Ned and nails him with an inverted suplex, followed by a Soonerline. He slams Simon again, then takes him over with a well-executed belly-to-belly suplex. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned breaks up the pin with a double-axehandle. Blanchard clubbers Frankie with forearm shots to the back. He and Simon whip the Pyscho Gremlin to the ropes. Frankie avoids a double clothesline, hits the ropes hard at the other end on the rebound, picking up a tremendous amount of steam, and levels both Midnights with a Soonerline! Frank comes back into the picture, hoisting Simon up on his shoulders like a toddler as Frankie ascends to the top. Ned grabs the attention of the referee by faking an leg injury, allowing Jim Cornette to shove Frankie off the top and down onto the canvas. Frank immediately knows something is up and puts Simon down. Which suddenly sparks a miraculous recovery by the Handsome Hustler who clotheslines Frank as Simon surprises him with a legsweep. DOUBLE GOOZLE! Double-team suplex by the Midnights. Ned waits in the corner as Simon climbs to the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER coming up. But Frankie moves out of the way and Simon splashes nothing but canvas! Ned charges toward Frankie, who ducks a clothesline and hammers Blanchard with closed fists. He sets to fire Ned to the ropes, but Blanchard reverses. * BOOM * Sounding like a gunshot went off in the arena, Frankie stumbles into the arms of the Handsome Hustler after being blasted from behind by Jim Cornette and the tennis racket. Perched on the top rope is Simon. He waits for Ned to get Frankie in position for the VEGOMATIC. Blanchard leans down with the bearhug, exposing the torso of Frankie. The Midnights find out payback is a bitch, as Frank shoves Simon off the top and onto Ned with a cross bodyblock. Frank clotheslines Ned over the top rope to the arena floor. Simon tries for a quick dropkick, but Frankie swats him away like a fly and SLINGSHOTS him into the corner where Simon hits his head on the RINGPOST. Simon staggers back towards the center of the ring. Frankie hits the near side and send Simon rotating in the air 360 degrees with a nasty SOONERLINE! ONE... TWO... THREE! COACH They're down to a man! COLE It's Blanchard versus both Sooner Bruisers. The only way this could be better if it were against both Heavenly Rockers. * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Sarcastic Simon has been ELMINIATED! [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Sarcastic Simon By: Pinfall; Frankie Frankensteiner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] Jim Cornette is going ballistic outside the ring, sobbing as Sarcastic Simon is lead away backstage. Ned pulls Frank out of the ring and rams him into the ringpost, while Jim Cornette jumps on the apron and distracts Frankie. COLE Again that loudmouth interjects himself. He should be ejected. COACH Hey, just like friends don't let friends drive drunk; friends don't let friends wrestle in a confused state. COLE And you talk about [i]me[/i] making excuses. Huh. Knowing it's all or nothing, Ned seemingly goes through every offensive play in his playbook. He nails Frank with a running sledgehammer to the back of the neck. He throws Frankie down and connects with a leaping knee drop for two. Ned earns half a dozen nearfalls in the span of two minutes with everything from a small package to a sunset flip. COLE The frustration quickly setting in for the Handsome Hustler. COACH Of course it's setting in, M.C. He's got to beat both Sooners to be the sole survivor! COLE Cornette telling Ned to "go for it all." He and Blanchard both know to have any shot at winning this match, he has to eliminate one of the Sooner Bruisers quickly. The long the match goes it favors the Sooner Bruisers because they can tag in and out at all. Blanchard with a front facelock on Frank, the prelude to the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. He hits-- NO! Frank floats over and drives Ned into the ropes, rolling back down with him! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned kicks out, sending Frank running into the top turnbuckle. Unfortunately for Ned, Frankie hit the turnbuckle in his corner. The crowd roars as Frank tags himself in. Ned begs for mercy. But Frank isn't having none of that. He flexes the biceps, as if he's saying, "I'm fresh as a daisy, bitch." Ned turns his back away from Frank and tries sucker punching him, but Frank blocks the right and rocks Blanchard with some of his own. He whips the hustler to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! He brings Blanchard up to his feet and clubbers him across the back with a forearm shot before double underhooking the arms. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! COACH Oh, no. You know what's next. COLE I and everyone in this arena does. Frank signals for the Frankensteiner. Cornette frantically waves for somebody in the back. The crowd boos as Shyanne, the valet of the South Central Militia, returns to ringside. She steps on the apron and grabs the attention of the referee. Frank goes over, wanting to get Shyanne down his own way, but Charles Robinson warns him to stay back. Nervous murmering fills the air as Ned nails Frankie with a LOW BLOW and holds him up for Jim Cornette, who produces a bag out of his polyester jacket. Frank breaks free from Ned as Cornette throws a handful of POWDER into the Handsome Hustler's eyes! Frank decks Cornette with a right and picks up the tennis racket. Ned staggers around, rubbing his eyes, and walks into a big forehand shot! COACH He hit him with the racket! That's a disqualification! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * [B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Hustler Ned By: Pinfall; Frank Frankensteiner Sole Survivors: The Sooner Bruisers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B] Frank raises his arms in victory and gets mobbed by his younger brother. Shyanne drags Ned out of the ring and helps Jim Cornette up. The Heavenly Rockers come out from the back to congratulate their teammates as "Frankenstein" blares in the background. They hold the Sooners arms up as Michael Buffer announces the winners. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your sole survivors: The SOONER BRUUUUUISERRRSSSSS! COLE A tremendous victory for the Sooner Bruisers. COACH The hell with the Sooner Bruisers. What about Ned? He put up a helluva fight. COLE I won't deny that. Ned gave it everything he had, but in the end it was too little.

PR's stuff have been edited in. I'll leave feedback later.

Awesome match, Alf. I made a couple of small changes, like removing Holly-Wood and correcting a few name changes (Frankensteinerline to Soonerline, and Narcissistic Ned to "The Handsome Hustler").

TONY BRANNIGAN I'm thankful I'm not you. VINCENT SANTANA What are we thankful for? MARCELLUS WALLACE Bitches and hos. No offense, sis. SHYANNE None taken. LOGAN MANN I'm thankful for my girl...(singing) my girl...Holly. SYNTH For me, it's my drumstick. LOGAN You didn't bring your drumsticks. SYNTH (looking down, smiling) Oh, I did. FRANK The Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy is thankful for his freakazoids and peaks. FRANKIE I'm thankful for my big brother and my new chew toy -- Jim Cornette's ass! Ow, ow, ow, OWWWWWWW! JIM CORNETTE That's what you think, you moron. I'm thankful I have Sarcastic Simon and Hustler Ned watching MY back. SIMON And I'm thankful for your managerial services, Jimmy. Simon and Cornette share a hug, while Ned stares at himself. NED Look at this body. Look at this face. What more do I need to be thankful for? Heh.

Nice tribute to open the show. Whoever made the graphic did a fine job. I echo LPYC's comments about the opening match. Well-written. Boo to SJ using the "King of the Mountain" phrase. I never had a problem wiht Jarrett in the past, but run in TNA has soured me on him. Otherwise, good promo. I must admit, I did laugh at the tease of SJ's catchphrase being "Poppyseeds." Look forward to PK-Rodez next week. Good segment between PK & Calvin. Tequila was the drink of choice Thursday night. Enjoyed the women's match. I don't know much about lucha, though I managed to see bits and pieces of what airs on Galavision, but I do mark out for the heel/rudo (I'm learning) tearing off the mask. Excellent match between my character and Alfdogg. Lots of Eddie trademarks used throughout the night, as Tony Brannigan's shimmy illustrates. Loved the finish. Great job Alf. You've been a writing machine lately. Some heartfelt words from Ragdoll. Great finish to the Brock-Zack qualifer, with the continued tease of Sandman's return. I believe the Heavenly Rockers/Sooner Bruisers interview is the best one I've ever written. Promos aren't my strong suit, but I felt like everything came together here. Patty did a hilarious job writing next week's rundown. I predict Los Conquistadors will become tag team champions by the end of 2006. Well, maybe not. Match of the Night: Leon Rodez vs. Stephen Joseph Rating: 8/10 Next week's show has the potential to hit a 10 with that stacked card.

A rabid Kansas City crowd are on their feet screaming their lungs out as we pan from one side of the ring all over to Jesse "The Body" Ventura atop the interview podium near the staging area. VENTURA What a huge week of wrestling action you're gonna see Thanksgiving weekend. You got your turkey, your day of football, and then HeldDOWN~! immediately after the games are over. Then on Sunday night, the 27th, November Reign live on pay-per-view. One of the matches announced for that night will be an 8-Man elimination contest -- The New New Midnight Express and The South Central Militia against the team I'd like to bring out at this time. The Sooner Bruisers and the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all time, The Heavenly RRROCKERRRSSSS! In a sign of solidarity, both teams come out together to the music of Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein." Synth rocks his head to the beat, playing air guitar, as does Logan, who struts onto the poduim while fluffing his mini-afro. The Sooner Bruisers are more subdued. The Man of Tomorrow acknowledging the cheers by raising his arm then flexing his bicep for the camera, all while younger brother Frankie runs around HOWLING to the masses. "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWW!" LOGAN What's happenin', K.C.? "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" VENTURA (to the Heavenly Rockers) I gotta give you guys credit. You know how to dress. You look almost as cool as Jesse "The Body." But I couldn't help but notice while you 4 came out here, that you all didn't look on the same page. Sure, you came out to The Sooner Bruisers' music, but unlike The New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia, I don't sense the same unity they have. Are you all on the same page? We know the Midnights and the Militia are, but what about you? I mean, Frank, you've said some pretty harsh things about The Heavenly Rockers in the past, and overtures to [i]your[/i] girl, Logan, Holly-Wood. And you guys responded with some pretty harsh comments about Frank in a recent Rolling Stones interview. SYNTH Jesse, Jesse, Jesse! There's too much negativity goin' around. The Bru crew and the H-Rockers don't always see eye-to-eye, true, but right now we share a common enemy. Believe moi when Ah say we're gonna get along, not get it on. FRANK That's right, Jesse Ventura. You might not like a guy on your team, but like in every sport in the world, the object is to win. And that's exactly what we're gonna do at November Reign. But make no mistake about it, Heavenly Rockers. We didn't need you stuck your noses in our business at World Without End. We know you have your reasons, but my brother and I have everything it takes to defend ourselves. You better make sure you pay more attention to your wrestling ability this time around than you did in the past. Because we'll have no problems out-wrestling you, then everybody else in our path to the World Tag Team Titles. South Central Militia, New New Midnight Express -- be prepared to be bruised! Because the Man of Tomorrow is your upgrade, download right now! LOGAN Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah! Just the way we like it. I like the fact there's a bit of tension between us. We don't run away from compeition, we run to it. Competition makes everybody better. You want the belts, we want the belts. The bottom line is, only one of us can have them. But before any of us can start thinking about our futures, we gonna think about the present and our match at November Reign. Ned, I've been waiting to get my hands on you since the night you and that bitch, Shyanne, put your hands on my girl. I've listen to our attorneys and the OAOAST attorneys not to harm you outside of sancation OAOAST events. The last thing I need is getting locked up in jail and not being able to put you through the same hell as you did me and Holly. I'm making you sweat, Ned. Making you sweat! You don't know what I have planned for you. Hell, for all you know, I'll get myself disqualified from the 8-man tag at November Reign because I decided to bash your brains in with a steel chair. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" LOGAN (CONT'D) (smirking) The fans would love to see it, and so would I. But you're not the only gulity party. Marcellus and Vincent, the South Central Militia. You think you're bad because you grew up in South Central L.A.? You bastards haven't seen bad until you've seen what a Heavenly Rockers group with purpose is all about. There ain't no need for guys here, just our F'N' fists. You're gonna gets yours. Oh, believe me. You're...gonna...get...yours. FRANKIE Midnights, Militia, Cornette, Shyanne, we're gonna crew you up, spit you out, piss on you, crap on you and then kick the dirt on you. Ow, ow, ow, OWWWWWWW! VENTURA Owwwwwwww! There you go. The Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers are pumped for November Reign. Personally, I think they hate each others guts and are puttin' on a good face. But we'll find out at November Reign, Sunday night, November 27th live on pay-per-view!

OAOAST correspondent Terry Taylor is outside in the parking lot area. TERRY Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was all set to conduct an interview Los Diablos de Fuego, the most talked about tag team since Chicks Over Dicks, a duo I'm very familar with, when I received word they had fled arena. Just minutes ago I was informed they were on their way back to the building, and here I am outside ready for their arrival. I haven't been able to find out why they left the arena, just that they left on foot. * HONK, HONK...HONK, HONK, HONK * From the cover of darkness a pair of HEADLIGHTS beam straight ahead, the rock classic "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blaring from the car speakers. TERRY I can clearly make out Los Diablos de Fuego, Moracca and Mariachi, but I can't tell who the person driving the is. Whoever it is, they are wearing glasses. Oh, no. ALIX SPEZIA! "Here I am am...Rock you like a hurricane!" Alix Maria Spezia, one half of Chicks Over Dicks, pulls up in a pink PINTO, wearing an aviator hat, googles and a red scarf around her neck. In the passengers seat are Los Diablos de Fuego, sitting on top of each other, sharing a bottle of TEQUILA with two straws. Alix parks the car and the 3 step out, taking a seat on the hood. ALIX Hiya, Rooster. I see you remember me. TERRY I have nightmares about you. ALIX That's sweet. And freaky. But mostly sweet. Like my hat? Admittingly, it's not as cute as M & M's cute pink masks, but it's very fashionable. I feel like that great aviator Angie Everheart. TERRY What in the world are you driving? And what are you doing hanging out with Los Diablos de Fuego? MARIACHI (sounding like Speedy Gonzalez) The sexiest tag team in all of Meh-e-co, amigo. MORACCA Ole! ALIX Do I detect a hint of jealously, Terrific Terry? I think I do. Seeing as how we always seem to keep running into each other, let me be the first to introduce to you the vehicle that will become more popular than the Batmobile or the Ashton Martin. I present to you the...Wang-mobile. TERRY The Wang-moblie? ALIX Mm-hmm. Yep. Word. Si. Ja. Yeah. Ya see, ever since my comments at World Without End about Mexicans, my tummy has been all tied up in knots. At first I thought somebody had tied all my repreductive organs together, but Krista told me only a doctor could do that, though she said it would probably be best for civilization if I couldn't reproduce. Whatever. Then one night while I was in bed, resting on my back, doing a bit of soul searching and nearly lodging my vibrator in my fanny pack forever, it hit me. Orgasm! Then it really, really, really, really hit me. I don't consider myself a very religious person. Yes, I believe in the Easter Bunny. And I hope He doesn't have any hard feelings when my time comes because I did nothing to save my pet bunny rabbit from having his head whacked off by granny. (looks up into the heavens) Oh, great Easter Bunny, forgive me. If I had know grandma would crack Bunny Rummy's skull open with a hammer while singing "Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!" and in the process bring back repressed memories of that evil man who played with my rabbit tail and laughed like Elmer Fudd, I wouldn't have never gave him up. It wasn't my fault we couldn't have a rabbit at our new apartment. It was Mr. Furley's fault. Mr. Furelyyyy! Los Diablos hand Alix their bottle of tequila. She takes a drink and wipes her mouth. ALIX Oh, Easter Bunny, I'm turning into Krista. All I need is a kid, a best-selling book and DVD, two stints in Betty Ford -- and a third on the way -- a narcissistic ex and I'm her. As I was saying. I don't consider myself a very religious person, but that night I think I knew how Moses felt when he parted the Red Sea with the 24" pythons, dude. It was then that I felt the power of the Easter Bunny running wild through my body. In actuality, I forgot to take out my vibrator. The point is, I knew what I had to do. I got on my Hello Kitty phone and called Krista in Agrentina, asking her to apologize to all the Mexican people. Krissy got all pissy, screaming at me for interrupting her during the Bush protest. I mean, really, she should just shave it if she doesn't like it. "I'm in Argentina, not Mexico," she said. How the heck am I supposed to know the difference between the two? Both countries speak French. To make my wasting Krista's time worth while I asked her if she could ever be so kind and get me an autograph from Evita. And she hung up on me! I just wanted her to ask Evita what it was like to date Denis Rodman. Then it hit me again. I checked to see if I hadn't forgotten to take out my vibrator. All clear. Third time's the charm. The OAOAST employs little Mexicans. Los Diablos de Fuego. MORACCA & MARIACHI Ole! ALIX Hurray! Nothing comes easy to me. Not 2+2 or the proper use of semi-colons. So when I heard Moracca and Mariachi made a run for it, I knew now was the time. I didn't know where they lived. The OAOAST doesn't give out information on wrestlers' private lives. For all I knew M & M crossed the Rio Grande. But when they saw I was after them, boy, did they put on the afterburners. I followed them for blocks, finally trapping them after they immediately ran out of the strip club they had enter with bras and panties, which I happen to be wearing right now. I'm not one to question people's sexuality, but...(whispering)...I think they're gay. MORACCA Smile. MORACCA & MARIACHI :D :D ALIX Ain't that just the cutest thing? Anyway, we struck a conversation that consisted of 15 minutes worth of "que's" and "what's." Luckily I knew enough sign language to make out Taco Bell. Did you know Taco Bell in sign language is just pointing behind you at the Taco Bell across the strip club? I didn't. Los Debtors were homesick. So, after convincing Moracca and Mariachi that I had all my cootie shots, I went riding--cruising, as my cholos, would say--with them to Taco Bell to bring a little piece of home to them. We even brought you something, Terry. Los Diablos toss a Taco Bell paper bag to Taylor. MARIACHI Grande meal. TERRY Th--Thank you. I think. ALIX It was there that I told them, as the voice of the Mexican people, that I'm sorry for my comments at the WEEEEE. MORACCA No pee. No have to pee. ALIX No, I'm talking about the pay-per-view. MARIACHI We lose, but we make doctor amigos. MORACCA Ah, si. Free colon exams. Muy caliente. MARIACHI Si. Los Diablos giggle, then take a sip of tequila out of their straws. ALIX I have what my fellow brothers and sisters call soul, Terry. I'm like Halle Berry; I'm mixed! Maybe the Academy will send me an Oscar. MORACCA & MARIACHI Que? TERRY Uh, I think you're a bit confused, young lady. ALIX And how would you know that, hmmmmm? You weren't a rooster and yet you still called yourself the Red Rooster? Hmmmmmm? MORACCA Cock-a-doodle-do. MARIACHI Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh. [i]Cock[/i]-a-doodle-do! MORACCA (giggling) Muy malo. ALIX (CONT'D) My middle name is Maria, that makes me Mexican. MORACCA & MARIACHI Ole! ALIX Oil of Olay! I'm a soul man-- woman. Soul woman. TERRY You brought up something I'd like to ask you about. ALIX My vibrator? TERRY No. ALIX You want an autograph from Evita, too? Well, you just gonna have to wait, buster. I asked first! TERRY Not that, Alix. I wanna ask you about Krista. ALIX (disappointed) Oh, I see. I know what you're gonna ask me, Terry. TERRY You do? ALIX Yep. You wanna ask Krista out on a date? TERRY What?! No! ALIX It's because she's blonde, right? Blondes have more fun. She isn't easy. I am. I'm very easy. And I don't have a kid. I'd go down on you a minute thirty into the date, Krista wouldn't. She hates all men, the oppressors, as she calls them. I wouldn't go out with you anyway. You're old enough to be my father, sicko! In case you didn't hear it right the first time. Sicko! MORACCA (slurred speech) Los Diablos de Fuego will liberate los hombres, Senor Taylor. TERRY I wasn't going to ask her for a date. ALIX Suuuuuure. TERRY Seriously. I wanted to ask you about Krista's actions last week. ALIX Oh, that. Well, you know her. Never missing an opportunity to beat up one of the guys. Johnny Exlax and Scotty "I'd get more action if my last name were Baio" Static got what they had comin'. You don't abuse the K.I.D. and expect to get away with it. No sireebob. Krista has bigger balls than most men. Now that I think about it, she is kinda manly in a way. She curses, loves to drink, scratch her crotch area, and is tough. The bitch is tough. If we were lesbains, and some people actually think we are -- can you believe that? -- she would be the butch one, throwing me down on the bed and attacking me like a wild savage. OOOOOOH, yeah! TERRY What's this have to do with Krista's actions last week?! ALIX Nothing. I just like talking. Can you tell I like talking? Krista says I talk too much. But I can't help it. She says the mouth is like diarrhea. As if. The mouth is meant for talking and cramming a 9" d-- * RING RING * Alix picks up her cellphone. ALIX Hello? Hey, girlfriend. Whatcha doin'? (waves at the camera) Hi! Hi Maya. How'd the book signing go? Record attendence? Bitchin', girl! Whaddya mean I look like an idiot? I feel warm and cuddly, like Snuggles. Remember Snuggles? Oh, come on, Snuggles isn't the product of capitalist pigs because pigs can't talk, silly. Unless it's Babe. Babe can talk. STOP YELLING AT ME! Maya, your mom is abusing me again. "Look out behind you"? Why? * BOOM * Scotty Static breaks a 2x4 across the back of Alix, while Johnny Jax clotheslines Los Diablos from behind, knocking off their somberos. Static picks up the tequila and takes a drink before SHATTERING it over the head of Alix. TERRY Help! We need help! COLE My god! Somebody get security out there now! Terry tries to put a stop to things, but he's quickly overwhelmed by the youthful GPX. Static and Jax put the boots to Alix, before scooping her up and slamming her on the hood of the car. Scotty CHOKES an onconusious Alix Spezia with her own scarf while putting the badmouth to Alix and Krista. COLE Get some help out there now, damnit! I understand security is on their way, but they can't get their soon enough. Those bastards, Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, damn them! The GPX watch as a shaken Moracca and Marichi rise back to their feet and laugh. They walk up to them, Los Diablos staggering back, not knowing what hit them moments ago. SCOTTY Yo, Jax, aren't they the openingly homosexual tag team in the biz? JOHNNY Yeah, man. Hey, this is INS. The GPX laugh. SCOTTY Lemme ask ya sweethearts a question. Being a straight-to-the-bone red-blooded American male... JOHNNY (singing) American male...American male... Hahaha! SCOTTY (CONT'D) I'm wondering, what's it like to, you know... JOHNNY I dare you, bro. I dare you. Triple dog dare you, boy! SCOTTY Oh, you triple dog dare me? JOHNNY Triple dog dare, baby! SCOTTY (to Los Diablos) What it like to...take up the ass? Johnny Jax becomes estatic, jumping up and down. JOHNNY I so can't believe you did it, son! DAYUM! SCOTTY (to Los Diablos) Hey! I asked you a question. Do you know who we are? MORACCA N'Sync? MARIACHI (Excitedly pointing at Johnny) Ricky Martin! Ricky Martin! Atractivo estupendo! MORACCA & MARIACHI (singing) I don't care! I just wanna be yours! I know I'd told you I'd never love you the way I did again, after all that you did to me! JOHNNY Oh, that's it, bitch. Without further comment, the enraged GPX pounce on Los Diablos de Fuego, slamming them against the car and peppering them with brutal right hands. SCOTTY We're the Global Party XChange! The best tag team this damn company has ever seen. Los Diablos begin fighting back with wild blows to the head and body. They charge Scotty and Johnny and take them down to the pavement! Surprised that the fruity duo was able one-up them, GPX is unable to prevent the Diablos from hammering their handsome faces with wild punches. The fans watching from the AngleTron inside the arena roar as Mariachi and Moracca take it to the brash and cocky GPX. COLE Oh, my god! Los Diablos de Fuego and The GPX are throwing it down in the parking lot. COACH I've never seen Los Diablos act like this. Shouldn't they be throwing weak slaps and pinching arms and butts? COLE Los Diablos de Fuego are actually taking it to The GPX. I say good riddence. What they did to Alix was over the line. The crowd boos as security forces lead by Carl Winslow breakup the fight in the parking lot. Los Diablos and EMTs check on Alix, who is still slumped over the car's hood. Behind the protection of a mass of burly security guards, GPX hurls a string of homophobic slurs at their new rivals. COLE I hope Alix is okay. It's a good sign that she's moving around. I tell you what. The war of words between The GPX and COD just took a serious turn, one I think will leave The GPX regretting this night. Krista is going to be pissed!

Excellent. Every match now has a writer. Thanks to all of you who have volunteered to help. This year's AC should be rockin'.

For the second year in a row the Anderson Cup will be held throughout the month of February on HeldDOWN~! with the Finals occuring at Zero Hour. Some changes have been made to the format. There will still be two conferences (Miracle Weirdness Connection & Los Infernales), the "invitation only" gimmick has been dropped in favor of a traditional playoff style format because of the explosion of tag teams not controlled by myself or Eski. If you would like to be involved in the 2006 Anderson Cup say so here. The GPX are the defending champions but I don't know if they'll be available. If they are, and I'm sure Zack could work this into whatever he has planned for them, I'm thinking they'd be upset in the first round by Los Diablos de Feugo. The GPX are gonna beat them in the next few weeks so it makes sense.

The bracket has been edited to reflect who's writing what. Popick, you said you'd help, so may I suggest The Heavenly Rockers-PR/SJ match? Patty, wherever you're lurking, you've been excellent with the Boiz in the past and I think you can do some great work with the SCM, so I'd like you to do the Boiz-SCM match.

Here are the brackets. Considering the number of matches (15), the tournament will begin January 5th, 2006, with the Conference Finals taking place on February 16th. We'll do 2 matches a week, one from MWC Conference, one from LI Conference. I wasn't sure whether or not to assign matches, so I'll let you pick whichever match you'd like to write. If that doesn't go well then I'll assign you a match. You name will be added next to the match you've chosen. OPENING ROUND, MWC CONFERENCE #1 Black T vs. #8 James Blonde & Faqu -- Zack #4 Christian Wright & Bohemoth vs. #5 The Lonestar Gunslingers #3 The Love Doctors vs. #6 Team Heyross -- Eski #2 The Sooner Bruisers vs. #7 Glory by Anarchy -- KC OPENING ROUND, LOS INFERNALES CONFERENCE #1 GPX vs. #8 Los Diablos de Fuego -- Zack #4 The Heavenly Rockers vs. #5 Tha Puerto Rican & Stephen Joseph -- SJ #3 The Sk8ter Boiz vs. #6 The South Central Militia -- Patty #2 Thunderkid & Reject vs. #7 NRG -- Alf SEMI-FINALS, MWC CONFERENCE #4 The Lonestar Gunslingers d. #1 Black T -- Tony #2 The Sooner Bruisers d. #6 Team Heyross SEMI-FINALS, LI CONFERENCE #4 The Heavenly Rockers d. #8 Los Diablos de Fuego via forefit; SCM assault Los Diablos before match, trying to take their place after having been eliminated earlier in the tournament -- Tony #3 Sk8ter Boiz d. #2 TK & Reject -- Alf MWC CONFERENCE FINALS #2 The Sooner Bruisers d. #5 The Lonestar Gunslingers -- Tony LI CONFERENCE FINALS #4 The Heavenly Rockers d. #3 Sk8ter Boiz ANDERSON CUP FINALS, ZERO HOUR -- Feb. 26, 2006 The Heavenly Rockers d. The Sooner Bruisers -- Tony