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COLE Big win for the team of Bohemoth and Jamie O'Hara, as well as The Upstarts. Our next match will be for the Women's Title and-- WHAT'S GOING ON IN THE BACK?! Let's go to the back. (Backstage we go, where the locker room area has been decorated in festive orange and black Halloween themed accessories by the underpaid and overworked arena staff. Ghosts hang from the ceilings, Jack O'Lanterns sit on the floor, and streamers line the wall. A racially diverse group of elementary school kids run down the hall in getups popular for the day, going from door to door, trick or treating, getting their fair share of delicious Halloween candy. One kid stands off to the side, a frown playing on her usually adorable face. Actually this is no kid, this is a sulking twenty eight year old woman holding a Bratz trick or treat bag.) ALIX SPEZIA What am I s'posed to say? How do I get candy? Trick or..trick or..trick. Oh poopie! This is isn't that hard, Alix. You went to college! You can change your oil! All you do is go to the gas station and yell at the little Mexican dude, and he gets right on it. But I don't see any little Mexicans to yell at to get me some candy. KIDS Trick or treat! ALIX Treat! Gawd, that's kinda hard. (As the kids scurry down the hall, Alix knocks on the door to claim her candy. The man who opens it up is the one and only, Terry Taylor. Disappointingly Terry is not dressed as a rooster.) TERRY (upon seeing Alix) Oh god! ALIX Um..uh..trick...or..or.. TERRY (hands on hips, gaze downward, nodding slowly) You know, Alix, I've been thinking, you've done plenty to humiliate me over the years, and make my life a gruesome, horrific, dreadful hell in which death is a warm and welcome mistress, who's touch I yearn to have drag me to the under-regions, but ya know what? That's in the past! I think you and I can let bygones be bygones, and finally be friends. What do you say, newest pal? Friends? (The inability to utter the word treat, launches Alix into a red sea of blinding rage. She promptly kicks Taylor in his ample beer gut, punches him in his mishapen nose nose, and slams his face that even a mother couldn't love against the door, knocking him out.) ALIX Oh that's not it either! (Alix skips down the hallway, as the gang of racially diverse elementary school kids swoops in to pickpocket the fallen rooster. Our empty headed heroine knocks on the next door she comes to. Who else should open that door, but Krista Isadora Duncan. Krista's characteristically gorgeous sun colored hair is a urine colored rat's nest, there are thick crescents under her baby blue eyes, a bottle of hard liquor in her shaking hands, and it looks like she's spent the past week face down in a ditch.) KRISTA (slurring her one single word) Alllllixxx? ALIX I'm not Alix. I'm La brea! Queen of the Amazonian Jungle! Grrrr! KRISTA Queen? Jungle? You're wearin' a pink french maid costume. ALIX The costume shop messed up my order. KRISTA Well, what do you want? ALIX Um....uh...trick...or...um...Krista, help! KRISTA I'm gonna say it very slowly, because I'm drunk and I can't talk any faster. Trick...trick or....uh..um....oh god. ALIX What was that second word? KRISTA Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Here, some gum from my purse...what else do I have...here's a Snicker's Bar...um, a matchbook from Lusty Lenny's Land of Lusty Lust..a pamphlet from the Betty Ford clinic, no I better keep that one. Alix, take the wrapper off the gum before you put it in your mouth! Okay, beat it. I'm not drunk enough to deal with you right now. Come back in two hours, I'll need you to hold my hair when I puke....I said go away, why are you still here? ALIX I'm chewing my gum. KRISTA You honestly can not chew gum and walk at the same time? ALIX Gah! Who's the super human that can do that amazing feat? (Alix swallows her sugar free gum and tickles Krista's nose with her feather duster) ALIX Bye, Krissy! (Alix strolls down the hallway, and comes to a door marked NNMX. She gives it a quick knock, and none other then The Handsome Hustler Ned Blanchard, who is certainly dressed for the holiday, costumed as a massive erection. The amount of detail in his getup is either incredibly admirable or gut wrenchingly mortifying depending on your taste. Personally, I find myself aroused.) NED (scoffing) Well, well, well. Look who it is. At least I got the one who isn't in the process of chopping off her left breast.... (Speaking of breasts, Ned gives Alix's costume the once over and it makes his pee-pee go doing, doing, doing. To simulate his sexual excitement, white silly string pops out of the top his costume's uh.hole) NED Woah! I like your costume! It certainly...maid my day! Ha! Ned-man, you are en fuego. Ha! Simon, brother, did you hear that? SIMON Loud and clear. Forget DL Hugley, I want to spend a weekend at Neddy's. Wasn't that a movie? NED Not a very good one. Jimmy, did you hear my joke? CORNETTE It was great, buddy. You knocked 'em dead, pal. NED Si, did you..... SIMON I said yes already, numbnuts! ALIX Trick or...hmmm NED (slowly undoing his costume) I'm about to turn the trick, the treat is in my pants, and you best believe I'll give you something good to eat. I'm on a roll! En fuego! Si, did you hear my joke? SIMON God damn it! Jimmy, are you sure Bart Gunn's not available? Can I request a transfer to the Love Doctors? (Sufficiently creeped out by The Handsome Hustler, Alix slams the door in his face. Her Halloween journey continues, taking her to a grim and undecorated portion of the hallway. This bleak area contains a single door with a sign saying Upstarts posted on it. Of course Alix is the only persona alive lacking the common sense not to knock on it.) JOHNNY JAX (opening the door, looking none to pleased to see Alix.) Whatchu want? ALIX Oh my god! It's you! I love your song, I don't care. I don't care, I just wanna be yours! JOHNNY What?! Woman, I ain't Ricky Martin! I'm Johnny Jax. J-A...well, it doesn't matter how you spell it. ALIX I understand, you wanna keep a low profile. There are some real weirdos around here! Uh..oh yeah! Trick...or...tri..tri...tre...tweat! Yay, I did it! JOHNNY (looking at her bag, thin lips forming a sinister smile) What's this? Free candy? Bitchin! (Displaying a terrible cruelty, Johnny snatches Alix's Bratz bag right out of her hand! He pie faces her, muffling her angry protests, then violently shoves her down to the cold tiled floor, dropping her on her BUTT. Laughing at the pain he's caused, he rubs his eyes, mocking her tear shedding, then shuts the door on the crying diva. Awwww!)

COLE Coming up next, we've got tag team action. Apparantly, this match was personally requested by Stephen Joseph, who hopes his Upstarts will secure a clean sweep tonight. So, we have the unorthodox team of Bohemoth and Jamie O'Hara as a result. And they take on the former World Tag Team Champions, The Sk8ter Boiz. CABOOSE Oh, how that phrase makes me weep. COLE The Boiz haven't been as active on OAOAST TV since they lost the titles in TLC. But tonight, they've got the chance to kickflip their way back into Tag Team Title contention. CABOOSE ...that's terrible. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada...HELL MEL...THE MARV...TTHHHHEEEEEEE SSSSKK88888TTEEEEERRRRRRR BBOOOOOIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" hits and off go the two, green pyro rockets...as The Sk8ter Boiz live up to their names like only they can, sk8teboarding through the entrance way and down the rampway. On the way, they try to tag hands. But the fans are too low and they can't reach, so instead throw them the thumbs up as they pass. The Boiz reach the end of the ramp and leap into the ring, holding their skateboards high for all to see. .:CUE: "Back In Black", AC/DC:. But suddenly, they aren't so happy-go-lucky, as here comes the MONSTAH Bohemoth. With Jamie O'Hara by his side, already talking that trash, Bohemoth shows off TEH GUNZ~! before he and O'Hara make their way to the ring. BUFFER And, their opponents. Representing THE UPSTARTS... BOOOHHEEEEEEMMOOOOTTHHHH and JJAAAAAMMIIIIEEEE OOOO'HHHHAAAARRRRAAAAAAA!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" O'Hara and Bohemoth reach the ring and the Boiz back off quickly, as Bohemoth enters. They're not quite so scared by O'Hara, who vaults into the ring. But O'Hara takes the credit for them "steppin' off" regardless. *DINGDINGDING* O'Hara confers with Bohemoth and The Upstarts decide that the newcomer is going to start. Meanwhile, it's The Marv kicking off the match for the Sk8ter Boiz. Marv strides into the centre of the ring, as O'Hara starts to talk smack. And talk. And continue to talk that smack, until finally The Marv has enough and treads on O'Hara's foot!! The crowd pop, as O'Hara hops around on one foot and The Marv takes advantage by applying a side headlock. Going to the ribs quickly, O'Hara raps Marv with a serious of forearms before sending Marv off into the ropes. O'Hara then shows off his agility with a high leapfrog... O'HARA YEAH DAWG, DAT'S RIGHT! ...but he gets too cocky and Marv nails him with a diving clothesline! And another! A third as O'Hara continues to stagger up only to get knocked right back down. Up staggers O'Hara again, as Marv rocks him with a couple of right hands, backing O'Hara into the ropes and leaving The Upstart's arms hung over the top. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" The Marv then nails O'Hara with a knifedge chop, which isn't going to rival anything Chris Benoit's ever done, but leaves O'Hara's chest stinging nonetheless. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And again. THE MARV SKATE OR DIE! "YYYAAAAAAYYYY!" Grabbing an arm, Marv then whips O'Hara into the ropes and catches him coming back with a standing dropkick. O'Hara is taken clear off his feet, landing hard on the back of his head, which prompts Marv to try an early cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Marv quickly jogs over to the corner and tags in Hell Mel. The two exchange a quick high-five before sending O'Hara off into the ropes, catching him on the way back with a double boot to the gut, doubling O'Hara over. The Sk8ter Boiz then hit opposite ropes, with Marv doing a skating style "Ollie" clear over O'Hara's back, while Mel slams a running knee into the side of O'Hara's head! CABOOSE That was ridiculous. What damage do you do to someone by jumping over their back? COLE Well, the knee from Hell Mel did the damage. I guess Marv just wanted to show off his l33t sk8ter sk1ll5~! CABOOSE ... The referee makes sure The Marv leaves the ring, while Hell Mel positions himself by the side of O'Hara. And, after a Jerry Lynn esque "RAWK" hand signal, Mel backflips across O'Hara chest with a Standing Moonsault... 1... 2... Kickout! Mel informs the referee that the count was "bogus" as he gets to his feet, helping O'Hara up with him. A whip follows, sending O'Hara into a neutral corner. O'Hara puts the brakes on, catching Mel charging in with a mule kick. Quick as a flash, O'Hara vaults to the middle rope with something flippy in mind no doubt. But a double sledge from Mel puts a stop to that, leaving O'Hara wobbling on the middle rope and allowing Mel to pick him up in an Electric Chair position. COLE Uh-oh...could we see the Dudesday Device here!?! CABOOSE What did I tell you about making up movenames? COLE But...but...it's witty! Carefully, Mel walks out of the corner, making sure to keep O'Hara on his shoulders. O'Hara starts to rain down on the head with punches though, which eventually cause Mel to stop...at which point, O'Hara levers himself back and SPIKES MEL ON HIS HEAD WITH A REVERSE RANA!! COLE OOHHHHH, MY!! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" With Mel down and motionless, O'Hara gets up and is suddenly his cocky self again, laughing at a clearly concerned Marv as he strides over to the corner...and tags in Bohemoth! COLE And things have just gone from bad to worse for The Sk8ter Boiz, I'm afraid. The former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion steps into the ring with no hint of emotion, all business as he reaches down and grabs Mel by the hair. Mel is deadweight, but that doesn't bother Bohemoth. Easily, he pulls Mel off the canvas and throws him up, over onto his shoulder. Backing into a corner, Bohemoth then charges and DRIVES Mel back-first into the top turnbuckle of the opposite corner. Turning, the bigman charges again and plants Mel with a Running Powerslam! Groans fill the crowd as Bohemoth makes a lackadaisical cover... 1... 2... Broken up by The Marv, who gets GLARED at by Bohemoth! COLE You know, I think The Marv regrets that already somehow. CABOOSE Well, the good news is, he saved Hell Mel. The bad news is...he saved Hell Mel. Climbing to his feet, Bohemoth is suddenly pissed off as he points a finger at The Marv. A finger which is enough to make Marv jump from the apron and cower for cover at ringside. Meanwhile, Mel is gallantly climbing to his feet. Bohemoth is waiting on him though, as he measures poor Mel and knocks his head off with a STIFF~! Lariat, bringing the crowd from their seats and horrifying The Marv on the floor! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" O'HARA OH, YOU JUS' GOT KNOCKED THE FUCKOUT! O'Hara laughs it up to a nearby camera, while Bohemoth stalks around the lifeless frame of Hell Mel. The Marv finally climbs back to the apron, but is having to watch the match thorugh gaps in the hands clapsed over his eyes now. Continuing to stalk around, Bohemoth waits for Mel to get up. But Mel isn't. So Bohemoth has to haul him up. "SAVE HIM JE - BUS!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "SAVE HIM JE - BUS!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "SAVE HIM JE - BUS!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Once Mel is finally pulled up, Bohemoth lifts him up like the good old, proverbial ragdoll and sets him up for the Erotic Awakening Of B. Sensing the end, The Marv quickly climbs to the top rope and dives off the top with a double axehandle to the back of Bohemoth. With...very little effect. Infact, it just seems to piss Bohemoth off as he drops Mel uncerimoniously, turns around and SPEARS Marv back into the corner!! Mel staggers to his feet, but Bohemoth mows him down with a Polish Hammer! Bo then turns back around a scoop up The Marv, positioning himself beside Mel before swinging Marv around... ...out... ...and DOWN~!... ...RIGHT ACROSS HIS PARTNER'S STERNUM!!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE EROTIC AWAKENING OF B...ONTO HELL MEL!! CABOOSE Ladies and gentlemen, The Sk8ter Boiz were 20. Both Sk8ter Boiz are stacked up and ready to be pinned. But rather than go for the cover, Bohemoth walks back over to his corner and tags in Jamie O'Hara. Who, beaming from ear to ear, vaults into the ring and walks over to where the Boiz lay, all the way jawing away to nobody in particular. Stepping over the bodies, O'Hara climbs the ropes facing out into the crowd and reaches the top. O'Hara then sets himself, before tumbling forwards with an Inverted 450...ONTO BOTH SK8TER BOIZ!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE This one is over! 1... 2... 3!! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Your winners of this match...the team of Bohemoth and Jamie O'Hara... TTHHEEEE UUPPSSSSSTTAAAAARRRTTSSSSS!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican. The crowds’ boos get louder. PR looks at the crowd in disgust, holding his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his left shoulder, and wearing his Puerto Rican flag facepaint. He is also wearing sunglasses, an earring on his left ear, and his HBK-style entrance attire. COLE Here we go! A rivalry will come to a head with the 24/7 Title on the line! PR jaws with some fans. He begins his walk to the ring. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit, and is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Championship. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the leader of The Lightning Crew AND the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion. “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! Chants of “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” fill the arena as PRL continues his walk to the ring. PR gets on the ring apron and sneers at the crowd. He enters the ring and spins around, soaking in the jeers of the crowd while “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” PRL heads to the second rope and raises his custom-made spinner 24/7 Title belt over his head. He then heads to a second turnbuckle, and raises his 24/7 Title belt again. COLE Right now, we are about to see the culmination of a feud, a rivalry that has been brewing since AngleSlam. For the first time ever in the OAOAST, Tha Puerto Rican and Spanish Fly will square off in a one-on-one match. And remember what PRL said last Thursday on HeldDOWN~!. He said that October 30, 2005 would be the worst day of Spanish Fly’s life. CABOOSE And I believe Tha Puerto Rican is telling the truth. I know Spanish Fly has been waiting for this moment for over a year, but the fact is, Tha Puerto Rican is just better than Spanish Fly in every single way. PR hits a third turnbuckle, and raises his belt with his right arm and “smells the electricity” a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth turnbuckle, receiving boos. COACH But do you think maybe Tha Puerto Rican is underestimating Spanish Fly? Do you think he is taking Spanish Fly lightly? CABOOSE Taking him lightly? If you ask me, PRL is taking Fly a little more seriously than I would. The dude’s 4’11”! He’s a freaking midget! This match will be over with in 4 seconds! PRL gets off the turnbuckle, and takes off his sunglasses and earring. He then removes his HBK-like entrance attire and hands them to a ring attendant. Tha Puerto Rican raises his 24/7 Title belt one more time as the lights go back on in the arena. COLE Well, anything can happen in the OAOAST. COACH Yeah, maybe Spanish Fly can surprise us all. Maybe he WILL walk out of here the 24/7 Champion! CABOOSE Yeah, and maybe monkeys will come out of my BUTT right now! (A few seconds later) Coach stop staring at my ass. Tha Puerto Rican kisses his 24/7 Title belt and hands it over to referee Earl Hebner. PRL has a serious look on his face, waiting for Spanish Fly to arrive. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. The lights go down in the arena. Two spotlights shine on the entrance while the crowd cheer. After five seconds… …Nothing happens. “Krokodilamadurinn” by Quarashi starts playing, but Spanish Fly is nowhere to be found. PRL looks puzzled. BUFFER And the challenger. Originally from Tijuana, Mexico, but now residing in San Diego, California. Weighing in at 175 lbs. Representing Mad Machine. SPANNNISHHHHHH FLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! COACH Where he is? CABOOSE Heh, he probably left the arena! He knows he’s in over his head, or mask. PRL Where is the hell is that little twerp? Then, from underneath the ring, Spanish Fly comes out! Fly leaps onto the ring apron, raises his right fist in the air, and leaps onto the top rope, doing a headscissors takedown on Tha Puerto Rican! COLE There he is! CABOOSE Another sneak attack! I don’t believe it! He really can’t face PRL man-to-man! Referee Earl Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (Champion) vs. SPANISH FLY (Challenger) Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes. PRL goes for a clothesline, but Spanish Fly ducks, and fires back by giving PRL a hurricarana! COLE And Spanish Fly is out of the shoot! PRL quickly gets up, so Spanish Fly gives him a front dropkick, which sends Tha Puerto Rican to a turnbuckle! Fly then grabs PRL, and gives him a monkey flip onto the mat! PR gets up again, so Spanish Fly kicks him in the stomach and punches him. Fly whips PRL into the turnbuckle, but PRL reverses, and Spanish Fly hits the turnbuckle chest first. Fly stumbles out of the turnbuckle, allowing PRL to grab him from behind for a German Suplex! However, Spanish Fly reverses the hold, and goes for a German Suplex of his own. But wait! PRL elbows Fly in the face, escaping the hold. PRL does a double leg takedown on Spanish Fly. He then grabs Fly’s legs, and tries for a Sharpshooter! He applies the Sharpshooter! But Spanish Fly grabs the bottom rope with his right hand, so PRL must let go. COLE What fast paced action we have seen so far! COACH And it’s only been one minute! Spanish Fly gets up using the ropes, but Tha Puerto Rican grabs Fly’s left leg. Fly punches PRL in the forehead, but PRL doesn’t let go. Instead, he shoves Spanish Fly away, but Fly responds by doing a backflip! PRL charges for a clothesline, but Spanish Fly ducks that one too, and dropkicks PRL in the back, sending him to the second rope. The crowd starts buzzing, knowing what Spanish Fly is going to do next. COACH Could it be time for the 6-1-9? Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes, going for the 6-1-9… But PRL GETS OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!! The crowd lets out a collective “AWWWW!” Tha Puerto Rican leaves the ring. He then grabs Spanish Fly’s legs and pulls him out of the ring. PRL then whips Fly into a barricade! COACH Tha Puerto Rican almost pulled Spanish Fly’s legs out from his body! COLE Well these first few minutes have shown us all just how much Tha Puerto Rican and Spanish Fly despise each other. PRL wants to crush Spanish Fly, on the night where Vitamin X will take on Otaku II, and Stephen Joseph Popick will compete for the World Title in a Fatal Four-Way Match! Spanish Fly lies on the floor, holding his back. Tha Puerto Rican is shaking the cobwebs out of his head. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has been a frustrated man these past 2 months. He’s been embarrassed and humiliated by Spanish Fly. Fly not only owns a pinfall victory over PRL in a Six-Man Tag Team match-up— CABOOSE Which he got illegally. COLE But Fly cost PRL and Stephen Popick a match against Black T last month at Dirty Deeds. CABOOSE Yes, Spanish Fly has been quite a wanker ever since he came back at AngleSlam. He’s gotten on my nerves as well as PRL’s. The Corporate Champ throws Spanish Fly back into the ring. Puerto does some shaky leg kicks on Spanish Fly’s body. The crowd starts chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL grabs Spanish Fly, and gives him a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through, and gives Fly a second vertical suplex. PRL rolls through a third time, and lifts Spanish Fly up for a vertical suplex. Tha Puerto Rican holds Spanish Fly up in the air for a few seconds, to let the blood rush to his head. The crowd applauds PRL. CABOOSE Oh man. Spanish Fly is so small; it’s easy for PRL to lift him up like that. Tha Puerto Rican does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture while still holding onto Fly. PR walks over to the ropes, and drops Spanish Fly on the top rope, doing a slingshot suplex to complete the Corporate Trifecta. COLE And there we go. PRL is going to work, doing the Corporate Trifecta on Spanish Fly! PRL gets up and poses for the crowd. The crowd boos and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL flips the crowd off. CABOOSE This crowd has no respect for Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican picks Spanish Fly up. PR does four Rock-style punches to Spanish Fly’s forehead. PRL whips Fly into the ropes. He puts his head down, so Spanish Fly kicks Puerto in the face! Fly heads to the ropes, leaps into the air, and grabs PRL, going for the Rube Goldberg Bulldog. Unfortunately for Fly, PRL counters that with a German Suplex! PRL gets up and pounds his chest, yelling out, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” CROWD BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Puerto points to his head to let the crowd know how smart he is. He then grabs Spanish Fly, and gets ready to deliver another German Suplex. Only problem is, Spanish Fly won’t budge. After several tries, Spanish Fly grabs the top rope. PRL tries to pull Spanish Fly off the top rope, but the Mexican Luchador holds on tight. Suddenly, Spanish Fly lets go of the rope and grabs PRL, trying to roll him up. He succeeds in doing so! 1… 2… KICK OUT! Both Spanish Fly and Tha Puerto Rican get up. PR is the first to attack, giving Fly a clothesline! Puerto covers Fly. He gets a two count! By now, some of PRL’s facepaint is starting to fade. Tha Puerto Rican scoops Spanish Fly up, and brings him down to Earth with a soul crushing bodyslam! PRL covers Fly, since he believes that a bodyslam is all it’ll take to beat somebody. Unfortunately for PRL, this isn’t 1985, so he only gets a two count. COLE PRL must wrestle a different match than Spanish Fly. He must keep him on the mat if he wants to win this match and retain his title. PRL picks up Spanish Fly. He applies the Che Guevara Special (Gory Guerrero Special) on Fly! COLE There’s a move we haven’t seen from PRL in a while! The Che Guevara Special! CABOOSE PRL wrestled Spanish Fly in Mexico, so he knows a little something something about him. He’s beaten him before, and he’ll beat him again! Referee Earl Hebner checks on Fly. Fly refuses to give up. So PRL drops him with the “Free Puerto Rico Now!” (Gory Bomb) COACH And a Gory Bomb from Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Absolutely marvelous, if I do say so myself. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL sneers at the crowd. He picks up Fly, and places him on a turnbuckle. Tha Puerto Rican attacks Fly with The Rock-style punches. PR kisses his fist, and fires with another Rock-style punch to the face. PRL taunts Fly, and then punches him in the face again. He goes for another punch, but Fly ducks, and punches PRL in the face! He unleashes a flurry of punches, and then whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle. PR does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron. PRL rests for one millisecond, before Spanish Fly rushes over and punches him in the face. However, Puerto Rican gives Fly a shoulderblock! He does another shoulderblock, which causes Fly to stumble around the ring. This gives Tha Puerto Rican enough time to springboard off the top rope, grab Fly with his legs, and give him a hurricarana! The West Coast Pop! Earl Hebner counts. 1… 2… SPANISH FLY KICKS OUT!!! COLE And Fly just kicked out before the count of three! CABOOSE Okay. He didn’t get him that time. But next time, he won’t be so lucky! Tha Puerto Rican grabs Fly and applies an arm-bar on his right arm. Earl Hebner checks on Fly, thanks to PRL saying “Ask him if he gives up!” A look of agony appears on Fly’s face as PRL continues putting pressure on the hold. The crowd starts clapping in unison, rooting for Fly to make the comeback. Suddenly, Spanish Fly starts shaking. The clapping gets louder. Spanish Fly gets on one knee, but the arm-bar is still applied. The crowd gets louder. Fly gets to a vertical base. Fly heads to the ropes, the arm-bar still applied. Spanish Fly gets on the top rope, bounces off it, and jumps off, giving PRL a hurricarana! Spanish Fly covers Tha Puerto Rican! COLE He may win the title here! 1! 2!! PRL KICKS OUT! PRL quickly gets up. He punches Fly in the face, and then gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. Fly reverses, but PRL fires back with a flying clothesline! Puerto Rican covers Fly. And gets a two count! COACH This little guy’s all heart. And PRL wants to rip his heart out! COLE Normally, Popick would be out here to help PRL, but he’s busy getting ready for the main event Fatal Four-Way Match for the OAOAST Title. PR picks up Spanish Fly. He nails Fly with some punches, and then whips him into the ropes. SPINEBUSTAH~! Spanish Fly lies in the center of the ring, which alerts the crowd what is coming up next. Indeed, PRL stands over Fly, a smirk on his face. The crowd starts getting loud, as Tha Puerto Rican prepares to do the IntenseZone Elbow. He removes his right elbowpad, spits on it, then throws it down on Fly’s face. PRL does some hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes. COLE Oh no. CABOOSE Oh yes. It’s now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, the IntenseZone Elbow! PRL leaps over Spanish Fly, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. PRL stops to flip Fly the middle finger, and follows by dropping the IntenseZone Elbow onto Spanish Fly to a pop from the crowd! COLE The IntenseZone Elbow connects! Tha Puerto Rican covers Fly! ONE! TWO! THRE-KICK OUT! PRL slaps his forehead. But he doesn’t panic. Instead, he gets up and taunts Fly. The crowd starts chanting “LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY!” PR picks up Fly, and punches him in the face, knocking him back down. Tha Puerto Rican acts like a spazz, chanting, “Let’s go Fly! Let’s go Fly!” The crowd doesn’t appreciate PRL’s mocking of them. Tha Puerto Rican picks up Spanish Fly, and punches him in the face again, knocking him down. PRL looks at the crowd, and acts like a spazz again, chanting, “Let’s go Fly! Let’s go Fly!” The crowd switches from chanting for Fly to chanting against PRL. CROWD P.R. SUCKS! PRL yells out “LET’S GO FLY!” as he picks up Spanish Fly. He gives him a European Uppercut. PRL goes for a punch, but Fly blocks it and hits PR with a jawbreaker! PRL doesn’t take too kindly to that, so he goes for the attack, however, Spanish Fly is one step ahead, and gives him a right forearm to the face! He does it again and again! Fly whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. PRL reverses. PRL puts his head down; so Spanish Fly does a sunset flip! Or atleast tries to, as PRL won’t fall. Instead, PRL sits on Spanish Fly’s face. Luckily, Fly quickly escapes that predicament, and beats on PRL. Spanish Fly whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. Fly goes for a clothesline, but Tha Puerto Rican ducks, and fires back with the flying forearm! The Corporate Champ then does a kip up to the boos the crowd! COLE And there it is! The flying forearm followed by the kip up! Tha Puerto Rican is ready to finish this match! CABOOSE All right! PR is ready to go home! Say good night Spanish Fly! PRL walks around the ring, taunting the crowd. Tha Puerto Rican heads to a turnbuckle and points at Fly. He starts stomping his right boot a’la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Spanish Fly is slowly getting up. The crowd is hot, making noise to warn Fly of his impending doom. CABOOSE Well, on the bright side, Spanish Fly put up one hell of a fight. But that’s the signal. PRL is going to win. COLE Spanish Fly is slowly to his feet. He has no idea what PRL is planning on doing. Spanish Fly gets on his knees. PRL stomps his foot faster. Spanish Fly gets to his feet. He is now groggy and breathing heavily. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican charges forward, preparing to do the Sweet Chin Music. COACH Here it comes! PRL delivers the Sweet Chin Music! But Spanish Fly DUCKS it! Spanish Fly grabs PRL’s right arm and gives him an arm-drag! COLE Can you believe it? Spanish Fly just prevented PRL from doing the Sweet Chin Music. Tha Puerto Rican stumbles around the ring. Spanish Fly charges forward. But Tha Puerto Rican lifts Spanish Fly over the top rope and onto the ring apron! PRL and Fly slug it out. Puerto gains the advantage, almost knocking Fly off the ring apron. But Fly soon comes back, laying into PRL with punches and forearms. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Tha Puerto Rican soon becomes dizzy. PRL stumbles around the ring. Spanish Fly leaps onto the top rope. He springboards off the top, about to do a double axehandle… *KA-POW~!* …only to get kicked in the face with the SWEET CHIN MUSIC~! COLE Oh my God! That was incredible. An incredible move from Tha Puerto Rican! COACH He just superkicked Spanish Fly to next week! CABOOSE Yes. Yes. Yes. Go get ‘im PR! That was such quick thinking. That was just so brilliant. The only person who could do something like that is Tha Puerto Rican! COLE The Sweet Chin Music may have knocked out Spanish Fly. The crowd is shocked by what they just saw. Spanish Fly is lying on the mat, his eyes closed. Tha Puerto Rican catches his breath sweat dripping onto the mat. By now, ¾ of PRL’s Puerto Rican flag facepaint is gone. PRL gets up, and slowly leaves the ring. PRL heads over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a microphone. COLE Wait. What’s PRL doing now? COACH I don’t know Cole. This is weird. PRL enters the ring. Spanish Fly is still knocked out. The crowd is buzzing, wondering why The Corporate Champ has a mic. COLE I wonder what he is going to say? THA PUERTO RICAN Spanish Fly. You are a piece of (bleep)! COLE Well, that’s not nice. PRL But, just because you suck, doesn’t mean I want you to be miserable. No, instead, I want to cheer you up, since you are SO going to lose this match. And I thought I cheer you up by singing…a song. COLE A song? PRL So, Spanish Fly, I dedicate this next song to you. Ahem! Ahem! (Cough!) (Cough!) Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me! Ahem! Oompah Loompah Doopity Dah! The crowd laughs. While singing, PRL kicks Spanish Fly. PRL If you’re not smart Then you won’t go far Oompah Loompah Doopity Doo! Spanish Fly is just a big piece of poo! What do you get when you mess with P? Don’t you get it fool? You can’t see me! (Does hand gesture) You are as annoying as a rat! I should beat you with a baseball bat! But that won’t be very family friendly! Oompah Loompah Doopity Dah! If you’re not smart Then you won’t go far Oompah Loompah Doopity Dug! PRL will squash Spanish Fly like a bug! Take that you freaking Mexican Oompah Loompah! CABOOSE Ha! Ha! That was great! PRL should win a Grammy! COLE What arrogance from Tha Puerto Rican. Wasting his time singing a song when Spanish Fly is out cold! CABOOSE Well, he deserves it. PRL is just entertaining his Lightning Bolts. That’s why he did a song. He wants to give The Lightning Bolts the best show money can buy! After all, he is “The Corporate Champion”. COLE PRL picks up Spanish Fly. PRL hits Fly with a knife-edged chop to the chest. PRL does it again. PRL whips Fly into a turnbuckle, but Spanish Fly reverses, but PRL reverses, but Spanish Fly reverses, and PRL does a backflip over the top turnbuckle and onto the floor! COLE And now this! Tha Puerto Rican lies on the floor outside. The crowd is shocked again. Some fans chant “HO-LY SHIT!” Spanish Fly waits for Tha Puerto Rican to get up. PRL holds his back in pain as he gets up. COLE That may have just turned the tide. Maybe, just maybe, Spanish Fly can pull off the upset and become the new 24/7 Champion! Tha Puerto Rican gets to a vertical base, still holding his back. PRL Haichi-Machi that hurts. Spanish Fly heads to the ropes, and runs to the outside!…But is stopped by Earl Hebner! The crowd doesn’t like that at all! Hebner tells Fly he has to check on PRL. The crowd boos very loudly, the loudest they’ve been all match. COLE That was pretty surprising. CABOOSE I agree with the referee. PRL needs time to get up again. Nice to see a Hebner make a good decision for once. Referee Earl Hebner puts his body through the ropes to check on Tha Puerto Rican, who has just gotten up. Spanish Fly decides to head to the ropes again, and run towards the outside. Spanish Fly LEAPS OVER EARL HEBNER DOING A ROLLING SENTON onto Tha Puerto Rican!!! The crowd applauds this move! Spanish Fly sits up, while PRL is knocked out. Even Spanish Fly can’t believe what he just did. COACH A Rolling Senton onto Tha Puerto Rican! Goddamn! Spanish Fly gets up and throws PR back into the ring. COACH We all thought that Spanish Fly’s small height would be a disadvantage heading into this match. But it looks like his small height may actually help him win this match! The crowd starts chanting “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” PRL is lying on the mat face down. Spanish Fly gets on the ring apron. He raises his right arm in the air, and then springboards off the top rope, doing a legdrop onto the back of PRL’s head! Spanish Fly covers PRL! COLE We could have a new Champion! 1! 2!! 3!!! KICK OUT!!! COLE That could have been it! That could have been it! The crowd lets out a collective “AWWWW!” after that one. Spanish Fly can’t believe it. COLE This crowd fully behind Spanish Fly. They want to see him beat PRL and become the new 24/7 Champion. COACH PRL has managed to kick out of everything Spanish Fly has given to him. COLE You know Spanish Fly is like an amusement park ride. You got to keep your eyes on him. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. COACH Heh. Spanish Fly picks up Tha Puerto Rican. He whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses. Spanish Fly goes underneath PRL’s legs, but PRL catches him with a kick to the stomach. Puerto whips Fly into a turnbuckle, but Fly leaps to the top turnbuckle, and manages to leap onto PRL’s shoulders! Spanish Fly tries to maintain his balance on PRL’s shoulders, but The Corporate Champ pulls Fly off his shoulders and slams him face first onto the mat! PRL wastes no time, picking Spanish Fly up and putting him in a facelock. He grabs Fly’s leather pants and goes for the Corporate Nightmare! However, Fly escapes and punches PRL in the face several times. Fly bounces off the ropes, and nails Puerto with a dropkick that puts him on the second rope. The crowd starts cheering, knowing what is coming next. Spanish Fly sees where PRL is, then looks at the crowd with a smile on his face. SPANISH FLY 6-1-9! Spanish Fly heads to the ropes, bounces off the ropes, runs to where PRL is lying, grabs the ropes… COLE Brace yourselves! …and delivers the 6-1-9 on Tha Puerto Rican! The crowd cheers! PRL lies on the mat. Spanish Fly takes a second to catch his breath. COLE PRL’s on Dream Street! Spanish Fly climbs the top rope. He waits for Tha Puerto Rican to get up. Once he does, Spanish Fly jumps off the top rope and hits PR with the Fly Swatter (Fame-Ass-Er from the top rope)!!! COLE That’s it! The Fly Swatter! Spanish Fly has done it! He’s going to win the 24/7 Title! Spanish Fly covers Tha Puerto Rican. Referee Earl Hebner counts. The crowd counts along with him. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THA PUERTO RICAN KICKS OUT!!! COLE Oh My God! COACH PRL just kicked out of the Fly Swatter! He has just kicked out of Spanish Fly’s finisher! CABOOSE Ha! Ha! PRL just told Spanish Fly, “I don’t think so!” Spanish Fly is absolutely shocked. He argues with the ref, but Hebner still saids it was a two count. The crowd can’t believe it either. COLE Spanish Fly connected with the Fly Swatter, and Tha Puerto Rican kicked out, saving his title! CABOOSE We are witnessing the end of a dream. Sit back, relax, and watch as Spanish Fly’s dream of becoming 24/7 Champion and beating Tha Puerto Rican comes crashing down! Spanish Fly slams his head on the mat. PRL gets up. Spanish Fly hits him with a spinning wheel kick! COLE Despite the fact that Tha Puerto Rican kicked out of the Fly Swatter, Spanish Fly still believes he has a chance to win. He can taste it. A huge upset is just moments away. A new 24/7 Champion is only moments away. CABOOSE Yes. Yes. Keep saying that. It’ll only make it sweeter when PRL beats Fly. Spanish Fly heads to the ring apron. PR is lying on the mat, apparently knocked out. Fly slaps the top turnbuckle pad, trying to get the crowd to clap in unison. The lemmings respond, and clap in unison. Spanish Fly climbs the top rope. COACH Spanish Fly is looking to put the nail in the coffin! The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Spanish Fly waits for PRL to get up. PRL gets on his knees. COLE Fly is up top. He’s getting ready to fly. Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets to his feet. PRL is still dizzy, his back turned to Fly. PRL turns around and sees Spanish Fly on the top rope. Spanish Fly leaps off the top rope, doing a 450 Splash! But Tha Puerto Rican moves out of the way! Luckily for Fly, he landed on his feet. PRL runs up to the second rope. He sits on the top turnbuckle. Spanish Fly uses this to his advantage, hitting PRL with a springboard dropkick square to the jaw! COLE What a shot to the chin! Spanish Fly leaves the ring. Tha Puerto Rican still rests on the top turnbuckle. Spanish Fly gets on the top rope. He gets on PRL’s shoulders…and goes for the Frankensteiner! BUT PRL ESCAPES AND SPANISH FLY HITS THE MAT!!! PRL leaps off the second turnbuckle, and waits for Spanish Fly to get up. When he does, PRL kicks Fly in the stomach, puts him in a facelock, and grabs his leather pants. CORPORATE NIGHTMARE!!! COLE The Corporate Nightmare! PRL has just done the Corporate Nightmare on Spanish Fly! COACH Oh no. Spanish Fly is out. He’s out from the Corporate Nightmare! Look at him! The crowd boos. PR covers Spanish Fly, hooking the leg. Referee Earl Hebner counts. 1… 2… PRL picks up Spanish Fly! COLE What the? What the hell? What the hell was that? COACH Tha Puerto Rican stopped the count. COLE Why would he do that? Tha Puerto Rican has an evil smile on his face. He laughs evilly as he stands over the fallen Fly. The crowd starts booing loudly. PR taunts Fly one more time, then grabs Fly’s legs, puts his right leg between them, crosses Fly’s legs over it, and turns around, kneeling to apply the Sharpshooter! COLE And now the Sharpshooter! Why is PRL doing this? CABOOSE It’s because he wants to humiliate Fly! Why pin him with the Corporate Nightmare, when he can make Fly scream like a bitch and tap out in the middle of the ring. COACH The Sharpshooter is also one of Otaku’s finishing moves. You think PRL is sending a message to Otaku by doing this? By having Otaku’s friend and tag team partner submit to the Sharpshooter, one of his finishing moves? COLE I wouldn’t put it pass Tha Puerto Rican to do something like this. Tha Puerto Rican holds on to the Sharpshooter tight. Spanish Fly screams out loud, trying desperately to escape. The crowd rallies behind Spanish Fly, cheering him on. Referee Earl Hebner asks if Fly gives up. Fly shakes his head saying, “No.” Fly tries to reach the ropes, but he is in the middle of the ring. Finally, Spanish Fly can no longer take the punishment. He shows some hesitation, but then taps out! *DING DING DING* (10:15) COLE Spanish Fly taps out! He had no choice! Tha Puerto Rican is still holding on to the Sharpshooter! The bell has to be rung again, but PRL still won’t let go! Referee Earl Hebner orders PRL to let go, but PRL is enjoying applying the submission move on Fly. Spanish Fly taps out again and again! PRL Taste my pain, bitch! *DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING* Earl Hebner pulls Tha Puerto Rican off of Spanish Fly. PRL raises his hands in victory as “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing. Spanish Fly clutches his legs, while Earl Hebner raises PRL’s hands. The crowd boos. BUFFER Here is your winner…and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion, “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! COLE PRL picks up the win and retains the 24/7 Title. But what an effort by Spanish Fly! He gave it all he had until he had no more. CABOOSE But he still lost. None of that matters unless Spanish Fly won. And he didn’t. PRL won, and he won FAIR and SQUARE, by the way. He didn’t cheat. He didn’t pin Spanish Fly illegally. He beat him clean as a whistle in the middle of the ring. The way a Corporate Champion is supposed to beat somebody. COACH Caboose is right. Tha Puerto Rican won this match cleanly. He didn’t need interference from Stephen Joseph or The Lightning Crew. PRL made Spanish Fly submit to the Sharpshooter after giving him the Corporate Nightmare. COLE I think that’s the first clean victory PRL has had since he came to the OAOAST! CABOOSE Oh ha. Ha. So funny, I forgot to laugh. Referee Earl Hebner hands PRL his 24/7 Championship belt. PRL raises his belt over his head, annoying the crowd some more. Puerto spins the belt plate and laughs. He walks over to Spanish Fly, and jaw jacks him. COLE Spanish Fly’s goal of becoming the 24/7 Champion will have to wait till another night. For tonight, at World Without End, Tha Puerto Rican is still the holder of that belt. The longest 24/7 Title reign in OAOAST history will continue for another day! CABOOSE I hate to say, “I told you so.” But, I told you so. I said Tha Puerto Rican would beat Spanish Fly. I said PRL would retain the 24/7 Title. I was right. Once again, Caboose is always right. PRL gets in Spanish Fly’s face, spinning the belt plate. He trash talks Fly and then raises his belt again. Tha Puerto Rican leaves the ring, placing his spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his left shoulder. PRL walks to the entrance, an evil smile on his face, as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. COACH This was a phenomenal, outstanding matchup. Spanish Fly didn’t come out on top, but he showed us all that he can hang with Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Yeah. Right. That’s such a lie, I feel ashamed to sit next to you. I mean. Ugh. Earl Hebner checks on Spanish Fly. PRL is still walking to the entrance. COLE PRL made Spanish Fly tap out to the Sharpshooter. But not before a number of close calls, including the 6-1-9 and the Fly Swatter. We all got to witness the amazing highflying ability of Spanish Fly, who gave it everything he had. CABOOSE You’re trying to think of a nice way to say Spanish Fly sucked right? COLE No! Spanish Fly showed us how talented he is tonight! He almost beat PRL several times; it’s just that on this night, PRL was the better wrestler! CABOOSE Glad to see you know PRL is the better wrestler. COLE On this night, Caboose. On this night. CABOOSE It’s every night. COLE Spanish Fly put on a hell of a performance here tonight. But it was Tha Puerto Rican who walked out of World Without End, still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion. Now the question is, will Vitamin X walk out of World Without End a winner in his match against Otaku II later tonight? And will Stephen Joseph Popick walk out of World Without End the new OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion? Referee Earl Hebner helps Spanish Fly get up. He is very upset at the fact that he just lost. Fly is still holding on to his legs, while “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing.

(Cut to Sofa Central with Triple C) COLE Michael Cole from Sofa Central, along with my broadcast colleagues The Coach and Caboose, welcoming you to the 2005 edition of World Without End. What a great opening match we just saw. And-- COACH Oh, no. Los Diablos de Feugo come dancing into view. Mariachi, Moracca, and Cole get funky like a monkey, baby! Los Diablos tag team Cole, dry humping him. Cole takes everything in stride, having a good time with the talent. CABOOSE Cole looks like he's done this before. COLE Alright! HAHAHAHA! Oh, we're having fun tonight. The Coach and Caboose do a hilarious double-take after that last line. Los Diablos boogie past the screen. COLE Was that fun or what, guys? Whew! As I was saying. And now fans, coming up next, is the 24/7 Title match! And this match has a lot of history behind it. The 24/7 Champion, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican, the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history, puts his title on the line against former Lightning Crew member Spanish Fly. And folks, this looks like it’ll be a good one. COACH You’re right about that, Mikey. For over a year, Spanish Fly has had this intense hatred for Tha Puerto Rican. And now, finally, after 16 months, Spanish Fly can unleash all the hatred he feels for Tha Puerto Rican in a one-on-one match. CABOOSE This is going to be great. But only because Tha Puerto Rican is going to finally squash Spanish Fly like the bug that he is. I know Spanish Fly falls asleep at night in his little feety pajamas in his little racecar bed dreaming about beating Tha Puerto Rican. Well, that dream, is about to turn into a nightmare, a CORPORATE nightmare. COLE Let’s take a special look at the history behind this next match-up, and see how it all began. (The OAOAST World Without End logo flashes by on the screen.) Cue: PRL-Spanish Fly video package. (Ominous music plays. All we see is a black screen. In red letters, a date appears on screen:) JUNE 10, 2004 (Cut to the June 10, 2004 HeldDOWN~!. PRL is being put in a police car after being arrested for attacking “Cowboy” Bill Watts and OAOAST Director Of Authority Abe Vigoda. The Lightning Crew and Popick stand by and watch as PRL is being taken away.) SPANISH FLY We'll miss you. You'll get out of jail, though. Don't worry. P.R. Oh yeah, Spanish Fly, you're fired from The Lightning Crew. SPANISH FLY I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE! Spanish Fly runs away, crying. (Cut to the February 11, 2005 HeldDOWN~!. Tha Puerto Rican is in The Lightning Crew dressing room with The Lightning Crew.) PRL The Lightning Crew is back and better than ever! We are the best in the OAOAST today! We have gotten rid of all the weak links in the chain. Spanish Fly. PROTOTYPE. Colombian Heat. They were all weak and undeserving to be in the LC. This is the TRUE Lightning Crew. The REAL Lightning Crew. (Cut to OAOAST AngleSlam 2005 on August 28, 2005. Tha Puerto Rican gives Otaku II the Corporate Nightmare. He then pins him to retain the 24/7 Title. PRL celebrates in the ring with the title.) PRL notices the crowds' cheers. He turns around…and is met with a hurricarana! PRL runs to a turnbuckle where he finally gets to see who is in the ring…SPANISH FLY! COLE It’s Spanish Fly! We haven’t seen Spanish Fly since last year! COACH And now he is attacking Tha Puerto Rican! Possibly in retaliation for firing him from The Lightning Crew over a year ago! The music changes from ominous to up-tempo. Spanish Fly punches PRL in the face again and again! Fly whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle, and then does a handspring elbow onto P.R. P.R. does a Flair Flop onto the mat, as the crowd cheers! COLE Spanish Fly is really making an impact! COACH His first target back is Tha Puerto Rican! The masked luchador heads to the top rope. He nails PRL with a crossbody. Spanish Fly then leaps off the top rope with a springboard Shooting Star Press! Fly gets on top of PRL, and starts punching him in the forehead. He picks PRL up and whips PRL into the ropes, however, Tha Puerto Rican reverses, BUT Spanish Fly reverses THAT, and Tha Puerto Rican does a backflip over the turnbuckle onto the floor! COLE Spanish Fly has returned to the OAOAST, and what a way to do it! Puerto uses the barricade to get up. PR is dazed and confused, shocked at what has just happened. PRL walks around ringside with his eyes glazed over. Suddenly, Spanish Fly does a Tope Con Hilo onto Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Whoa! What a move! PRL crawls to the entrance. Fly grabs PRL’s right leg in order to pull him back, but PRL kicks him in the stomach, and exits the arena. Spanish Fly decides to not give chase; instead he just stares at the entrance, while the crowd cheers. COLE It looks like PRL may have a new challenger to the 24/7 Title. (Cut to the beginning of Spanish Fly’s entrance video. Many clips of Spanish Fly are shown, from his debut in the OAOAST to his recent matches with Cuban Wall and Vitamin X. Soundbytes from Michael Cole and Jonathon "The Coach" Coachman are heard throughout.) COLE He is one of the most talented Luchadors in the world today. COLE Spanish Fly. COACH Spanish Fly is an enigma in professional wrestling today! COLE Spanish Fly will cause motion sickness. COACH He’s one of a kind. COLE Spanish Fly is gonna fly! COLE How does he do it? (A collage of Spanish Fly doing the 6-1-9 is shown.) COLE The 6-1-9! COACH Wine me. Dine me. 6-1-9 me. (A collage of Spanish Fly attacking PRL is shown.) COLE Spanish Fly is one tough cookie. (Spanish Fly is shown raising his arms in the air.) (Cut to the September 29, 2005 HeldDOWN~!. The Lightning Crew does a beatdown on Spanish Fly. Dramatic music plays.) PRL Come on. Help me take the midget's mask off! PRL and Popick kick the midget--err--I mean Spanish Fly in the stomach for good measure, and then try to take off his mask. Fly fights back, but he is no match for The Corporate Champ and his “Career Consultant” and his mask comes right off! PRL YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAA!!! Tha Puerto Rican holds Spanish Fly’s mask in the air. Fly quickly covers his face, although the camera manages to show his shaved head. PRL puts his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt in Fly’s face. PR You want this so bad!?! You want to win this belt!?! WELL YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO GET IT! NEVER! NEVER!!! (Cut to the October 6, 2005 HeldDOWN~!. PRL and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez are talking.) MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Spanish Fly could show up tonight, but I doubt it. He’s probably ashamed after what happen last week. So ashamed he probably won’t ever bug you ever again. But if he does show up, I’ll have his mask waiting for him, because I’ve been keeping it in a nice comfy area. Lindsay pulls down her light blue tanktop to reveal her black bra. Then she pulls out something that was tucked inside her bra…Spanish Fly’s mask. PRL laughs. PRL Ooo. You naughty girl! Ha ha! (Cut to later in the show, when Spanish Fly took on Vitamin X.) Spanish Fly runs into the ring, wearing a paper bag over his head. PRL and Lindsay leave the ring, leaving Fly by himself, furious, with the crowd cheering. COLE Spanish Fly is here! And look at what he’s wearing! CABOOSE HA! HA! He’s wearing a paper bag! Look at that! He’s wearing a paper bag over his head! PRL and Lindsay are both laughing hysterically. Lindsay teases Fly about the paper bag. Fly doesn’t show any emotion, his eyes are focused on Tha Puerto Rican. PR grabs a microphone and starts talking, wiping away tears from his eyes. (Cut to the end of the Vitamin X-Spanish Fly match.) Vitamin X, an evil smile on his face, stands over Spanish Fly, and grabs him by his paper bag covered head. He starts pulling the paper bag off of Fly’s head! Spanish Fly tries to fight it off, but just like last week, he is unsuccessful. After a few tries, Vitamin X is able to pull the paper bag off of Spanish Fly’s head! COLE Spanish Fly has been unmasked again! Vitamin X celebrates pulling the paper bag off of Spanish Fly’s head while Spanish Fly covers his face. But his celebration is short-lived when he notices that Spanish Fly still has his head covered…with a ski mask! Vitamin X is shocked, along with the crowd! COLE Hey! Spanish Fly hasn’t been unmasked after all! COACH He had a Plan B! (Clip) Spanish Fly punches Vitamin X in the face repeatedly! Fly leaps onto Vitamin X’s shoulders, bringing Vitamin X down with the Fly Swatter! COLE Fly Swatter! That’s the Fly Swatter! Spanish Fly covers Vitamin X. Referee Mickey Jay counts. 1…. 2…. 2.999999999999999999 3!!!! *DING DING DING* (8:05) (Clip) COLE Spanish Fly was able to beat Vitamin X despite losing his mask last week! He was still able to pull out the win when PRL thought the lost of his mask would cause him to lose focus! COACH And let’s not forget he was wearing a ski mask underneath the paper bag! He knew what he was getting into this week. (Clip) Lindsay pulls Spanish Fly’s mask out of her bra and twists it around her head. PRL points to the mask, reminding Fly that he still doesn’t have his most prized possession. Spanish Fly’s smile now fades, but he remains determined. SPANISH FLY ¡Voy a conseguir a mi asshole de la parte posteriora de la máscara! (I’m going to get my mask back, asshole!) (Cut to the October 13, 2005 HeldDOWN~!. Footage of the Six-Man Tag Team Match between PRL, Vitamin X, Cuban Wall, John “Rock Hard” Brickston, Spanish Fly, and Otaku II is shown.) COLE Six-Man Tag Team Match! The Lightning Crew takes on the team of Spanish Fly, Otaku II, and John “Rock Hard” Brickston. (Cut to PRL doing the Corporate Nightmare on John “Rock Hard” Brickston.) COACH Tha Puerto Rican has just given John Brickston the Corporate Nightmare! (Cut to PRL taunting Brickston on the outside. Spanish Fly does the 6-1-9 on Tha Puerto Rican. Up-tempo classical music starts playing.) COLE 6-1-9! The 6-1-9 on Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Hey PRL, look out! LOOK OUT! Spanish Fly gets on the top rope. He waits for PRL to get to his feet. PRL stumbles, but he gets to a vertical base. Spanish Fly leaps off the top giving PRL the FLY SWATTER! COLE Fly Swatter! Fly Swatter on Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE OH GOD! SOMEBODY STOP THIS! Spanish Fly covers Tha Puerto Rican! 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.99999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (10:09) COLE Spanish Fly has pinned Tha Puerto Rican! Spanish Fly has pinned Tha Puerto Rican! (Cut to Spanish Fly getting his mask back and putting it on.) COLE What a victory for Spanish Fly! Once again, he has gotten the best of PRL! And he has his mask back to boot! This is certainly going to irritate Tha Puerto Rican! (Clip) PRL I just got pinned by a freaking 12-year-old! (Snip) Did you just see my match or are you just stupid? Spanish Fly pinned me DESPITE THE FACT he wasn’t the legal man. Otaku II was. And yet, “Blind” Brian Herbner counted the pin and gave Team Jabrony the win! I was SCREWED damnit! I. WAS. SCREWED! (Cut to the October 20, 2005 HeldDOWN~! when Spanish Fly interrupts PRL’s promo.) SPANISH FLY PRL, are you saying that my win last week didn’t count? PRL Nope! SPANISH FLY So, how about, at World Without End, you and me hit it off, so I can MAKE IT COUNT! PRL laughs in Spanish Fly’s face. He continues laughing, wiping away tears. (Clip) PRL You? You want to take me on at World Without End? You, want to take me on, The Corporate Champ, at World Without End? At what? Dwarf tossing? (Clip) SPANISH FLY No, no, P.R. I want you in a match with the 24/7 Title on the line. That way, I can beat you again; take your prestigious title, and SHUT YOU UP once and for all! The crowd cheers. PRL’s smile has turned into a sneer. PRL You want to fight me for the 24/7 Championship at World Without End? SPANISH FLY Yeah. PRL Well, Oompah Loompah Doopity Doo! YOU’RE ON! PRL and Spanish Fly have another face-to-face (well face-to-neck). (Cut to after PRL’s match with El Trabajador.) Spanish Fly appears from the crowd! He leaps off the top rope, and gives Tha Puerto Rican a hurricarana! This is shown from different angles. COLE Spanish Fly has struck again! (Clip) PRL gets up, revealing a cut on his forehead. The crowd is going nuts. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican has begun bleeding from the forehead. (Clip) Tha Puerto Rican rests his head on the second rope. Spanish Fly takes this as the perfect opportunity to head to the ropes…and nail PRL with the 6-1-9! COLE And there’s the 6-1-9! COACH Spanish Fly, once again, has PRL’s number! (Clip) COLE PRL is covered in the crimson mask thanks to Spanish Fly! COACH I can’t believe it! (Clip) Spanish Fly goes for another 6-1-9, but PRL has escaped. PRL and Popick walk up the ramp, furious at Spanish Fly! Meanwhile, Fly is in the ring with a smile on his face, taunting PRL. PRL spins the belt plate in Fly’s direction, mouthing off to him. (Cut to Dirty Deeds 2005 on September 25, 2005. The ending of Tha Puerto Rican/Popick vs. Black T match is shown.) A masked man runs out from the ringside area. He scales the turnbuckle as PR turns around, and hits him with a crossbody, and then a standing 450 splash! COLE Spanish Fly! Spanish Fly! (Clip) Dan Black slaps down a FROSTBITE FACELOCK to Puerto Rican! The crowd can't believe this, but Puerto's got his arm raised! (Clip) PR's ARM FALLS! SJ hits Tony on the back of the head, breaking up the hold! But the ref signals for the bell. PR didn't make the three count! He's out cold! Tony rolls out of the ring and is clasped by Dan Black and SJ attends to Puerto Rico. (Cut to the October 20th HeldDOWN~! again. PRL rips the top of Spanish Fly’s mask off revealing his shaved head. PR throws Fly into the ring. He picks him up…and gives him the Corporate Nightmare! While this is going on, PRL’s interview from the October 27, 2005 HeldDOWN~! are heard.) PRL This Sunday, October 30, 2005, will be the worst day of your life! At World Without End, this Sunday, I, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican, will walk down the Corporate ramp. Slide into the Corporate ring. Take his Corporate boot. And stick it so far up your ass that your crap will come out your mouth! PRL sneers at Fly, and picks him up again. Puerto Rican has some harsh words for Spanish Fly. He slaps him in the face, and then places him on his shoulders in a Torture Rack position. (Clip) Tha Puerto Rican drops Spanish Fly onto the mat with the Corporate Smackdown! (Burning Hammer) PRL (CONT’D) Because, Spanish Fly, you CAN’T hang with Tha Puerto Rican! You are NOT in my league! Do all the flying and jumping around you want, you will still end up getting hit with the Corporate Nightmare! Face it, Fly, I am simply, better than you. And on the night of October 30, 2005, (Clip) Tha Puerto Rican will finally, FINALLY SHUT SPANISH FLY UP…for good. (Clip) PRL I’ve been waiting for this night since AngleSlam. I know you have been waiting for this night for quite a while, since June 10, 2004 to be exact. Well, I’m sorry, but you are going to have to wait a little while longer to beat ol’ PRL. At World Without End, I’m going to show The Lightning Bolts WHY I fired you from The Lightning Crew. Frankly Fly, you just aren't that good. At World Without End, I, Tha Puerto Rican, will lay the smackdown on your candy ass! At World Without End, you, Spanish Fly, are going to become just one of the many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, (takes a deep breath) many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many people who have fallen to the Corporate Nightmare. (Clips from the PRL-Spanish Fly feud are shown. Up tempo intense music plays.) COLE Spanish Fly has quite the uphill battle infront of him. Will we see the crowning of a new 24/7 Champion? (Clip) “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican. (Clip) Spanish Fly. (Clip) At World Without End for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship! (The last shot we see is of Spanish Fly staring at Tha Puerto Rican in the ring. The up tempo intense music ends.) (The World Without End logo flashes by on screen.) Cut to the lockerroom set (like the old school WWF lockerroom sets in the 1980s and early 1990s. Josh Matthews is standing by with “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican. PRL is holding his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his left shoulder. He is in his wrestling attire, sporting a smirk on his face. JOSH MATTHEWS PRL, tonight at World Without End, you go one-on-one with Spanish Fly for the OAOAST 24/7 Title. A man, who, really recently, has gotten under your skin. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN Let me ask you a question Josh Matthews. Would you like it if someone interfered when you were trying to do your job? JOSH MATTHEWS No. PRL Well how about, if you were doing an interview, like this one for example. And say someone like Coach or Caboose walks up and punches you in the face. Would you like that? J. MATH No. Of course not. PRL I didn’t think so. Now, let’s say you politely asked them not to do it again, and let’s say if you were doing an interview, Coach came out and kneed you in the groin. Would you like THAT? J. MATH No. Probably not. PRL Yeah. Obviously. That would hurt. Well, for the past 2 months, YOUR CORPORATE 24/7 Champion has been trying to entertain his Lightning Bolts, day in and day out. And that is, by being the most electrifying man in professional wrestling. But it’s kind of hard to do that when you’ve got a freaking 12-year-old like Spanish Fly, flying around, sticking that mask of his in my bidness! I can’t believe someone can be so bitter for so long! It was over a year ago! Can’t he just let go? No. No he can’t. He can’t because not only is he small on the outside, but he is also small on the inside. He is such a pathetic little man both inside and out that he can’t move on with his life. Instead, he has to come back to the OAOAST and try to take MY PRESTIGIOUS title. Well, I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. And I CAN’T LET THAT HAPPEN! Tonight, at World Without End, Spanish Fly is my number one target. And if he is not going to regret doing all those sneak attacks these past few months, I’m going to MAKE him regret it. I’m going to lay the smackdown on his candy ass, and won’t stop until he’s screaming like a baby! So, Spanish Fly, watch out for the lightning strikes, because you are about to suffer a Corporate Nightmare. Oompah Loompah Doopity Doo! THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~!!! Tha Puerto Rican leaves the lockerroom set. JOSH MATTHEWS Well, strong words from a strong champion. Guys, back to you.

* DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER The opening contest at World Without End LIVE from Cleveland, Ohio, is set for one fall and it is for the HI-YAH International Tag Team Championship! The crowd pops for the announcement of a title match as "The Pink Panther theme" hits, bringing out the most flamboyant team in OAOAST history, Los Diablos de Feugo. They prance to the ring, dancing down the ramp in their pink somberos and ponchos. BUFFER (CONT'D) Introducing first, the challengers. The team who say they're not homos, but homies. They are the sexiest tag team in all of Mexico (pronounced Meh-e-co). Here are Mariachi and Moracca, LOOOOOOOSSSSSSS DIABLOS DE FUEGOOOOOOOOOO! Mariachi and Moracca place their somberos on Michael Buffer and dry hump him. Buffer is absolutely hilarious as two luchadors in pink masks practically sexual assualt him in front of a worldwide pay-per-view audience. COLE Some interesting notes about our upcoming title match, the first of 6 you'll see here tonight, which General Manager Calvin Szechstein added earlier today after OAOAST management resolved Los Diablos de Feugo's visa problems, and a match many of you on OAOAST.com e-mailed and demanded to be signed, including The Love Doctors. CABOOSE Michael Buffer would make a fine beefeater. COACH You got two more in the ring and one sitting right besides us. COLE Hey! Now look at what you guys have done. I've forgotten what I was going to say. Well, let's show you how this match came about. COLE Since then we haven't seen or heard from Los Diablos de Fugeo until tonight. The Love Doctors received concussions from the shots they took from the moraca and title belt respectively. As you know, a champion is contractual bound to defend his or her title at least once during a 30 day period. Doctors would not clear Steven Pigley and Max Anderson to wrestle, causing them to be unable to defend their championship. After consulting with doctors from HI-YAH and the OAOAST, both promotions agreed to waive the 30 day rule for The Love Doctors due to public demand and the fact they had defended the titles more times than they really had to. Great call by both promotions. COACH You may think HI-YAH and the OAOAST made a great call, but I don't. I somehow doubt if the GPX win the straps from The Usual Suspect later tonight and get injured in the process, that they would get the sweet deal The Love Doctors did. COLE I can understand stripping a person of their title if they get injured during a match or flat out refuse to defend their title, but Max and Steven didn't deserve to be punished for something that had no control over. They were ambushed. I don't believe there was any favoritism involved. I'd like to think the GPX, no matter who childish they act, would get a fair shake in a similar situation. Then again, maybe I have too much faith in man. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I mentioned we hadn't seen or heard from Los Diablos de Fuego until tonight. Now we've seen them. Now let's hear from them in these pre-recorded comments. In front of a computer-generated haunted house with the World Without End logo beaming in the night sky ala the Bat-Signal, Los Diablos de Fuego are dressed up like priests. Priests with pink masks. MARIACHI Hola, mis amigos! I'm Mariachi. MORACCA And I'm Moracca. MARIACHI & MORACCA Juntos somos Los Diablos de Fugeo! MORACCA The sexiest tag team in all of Meh-e-co! MARIACHI Ole! MORACCA You know, amigos, a lot of bad things have been said about us since our first apperance on OAOAST TV. Everybody thinks we're bad guys because of what we did to The Love Doctors. We have nothing against them. In fact, they can play doctor with us anytime. All my and my partner were trying to do is make an impact. And boy, amigo, did we ever make a splash. MARIACHI Eso es verdad, amigo. Not only did our hate mail spike, but we even got offered a contract so we wouldn't work for TNA. We told them we hated TNA. Johnny laughed and said his boss would be happy to hear that, and to expect checks to come in the mail. We haven't gotten the checks, I guess they thought we were talking about the wrestling promotion, Moracca. MORACCA Maybe so, but tonight is our big night. Tonight is the first step in liberating all the men in the world. We're gonna love you, hold you, kiss you. Tonight we become...campeones! MARIACHI Mucho dinero! Mucho sexo! And remember, we're not homo. MORACCA & MARIACHI We're homies. MORACCA Smile. :D CUE: "Calling Dr. Love" BUFFER And their opponents. They are the HI-YAH International Tag Team Champions... THE LOVE DOCTORS! The fun-loving Docs we're accustomed to seeing as replaced by a pair of men completely focus on their task. The Love Doctors didn't come to dance tonight. Once in the ring, they remove their lab coats, then the HI-YAH International tag titles, which they proudly hold up before handing them over to Charles Robinson. Mariachi and Moracca brush past Charles on his way to showing them what they're competing for so that they can put on the Docs lab coats, hoping to entice them into dancing. When their efforts fail Los Diablos de Feugo believe it's because Anderson and Pigley don't have their coats, so they hand their coats back to them with a hug and a kiss. Max and Steven promptly throw the coats back in Los Diablos faces. To say Los Diablos are disappointed is an understatement. They're down right devastated. Charles gets both teams to go to their assigned corners and calls for the bell. * DING DING * COLE World Without End is officially underway! Thank you for being with us wherever you may be this Halloween weekend. Dr. Steven Pigley and Mariachi, or so we think -- we haven't seen much of Los Diablos to tell the two apart -- will start for their teams. Dr. Steven refuses Mariachi's request to for a handshake, leaving the luchador perplexed. Thinking his intentions have may been lost in translation, Mariachi again extends his hand out to Steven, and is met with a SLAP to the face! Mariachi scurries to the corner and finds comfort in Moracca. COLE It's understandable why the Love Doctors wouldn't want to embrace Los Diablos de Feugo. They nearly had to forefit their championship because they weren't able to defend the title within the alloted 30 days due to the concussions sustained at the hands of Los Diablos. We saw the comments made by Los Diablos de Fuego and many might think they're leading us on, but I had to opportunity to speak with them earlier today through their interpreter and their feelings, if you want to call them that, towards The Love Doctors are genuine. I found them to be quite charming, actually. COACH I bet you did. COLE Don't start, Coach. They got a bad rap because they took what you said about making an impact a little too seriously. That doesn't excuse their actions, but they were only following the advice of a "big American star," as they put it. Not only did you give them bad advice, you have them believing you're a big TV star. COACH I am a big TV star. Don't hate on The Coach. At least I don't hit on the talent like you do. COLE What?! COACH You heard me. Saying Los Diablos are "charming." COLE You know what? Let's just concentrate on the match, shall we? Once the theatrics end, the wrestling begins with great chain wrestling from Dr. Steven Pigley and Mariachi. Mariachi grabs a 3/4 facelock out of a hammerlock and springs up in the air, taking Pigley over with a snapmare. Mariachi hits the near side after taking Steven off his feet with a shoulder block. Dr. Steven stays down, allowing Mariachi to hop over him, the pace noticably quickening. Pigley leapfrogs Mariachi on the rebound and catches him coming back in with what he thinks will be a hip toss, but Mariachi lands on his feet. The two engage in an exciting sequence of reversals, each countering other's hip toss attempt multiple times, ending with a TORNILLO ARMDRAG. Mariachi swinging around Dr. Pigley's body like it's a pole and taking him over with a Mexican armdrag. He runs off the ropes for added momentum, charging full steam ahead toward Pigley. Dr. Steven steps aside and kicks Mariachi's legs out from under him, sending the masked luchador flying in the air, his legs slingshotting off the top rope, yet somehow managing to land in an upright position. The Love Doctor charges, and is backdropped over the top rope, but lands safely on the apron. He spins Mariachi around and drills him with a right. Mariachi anticipates Dr. Steven to lunge through the ropes and drive the shoulder into the mid-section. He guesses correctly. When Steven dives through the ropes, Mariachi leaps up and nails Pigley coming in with a slingshot legdrop across the back of the neck. Dangling from the middle rope, Mariachi pulls Dr. Pigley back in by his red trunks and quickly covers. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Overhand slap, knife-edge chop, it doesn't matter. The fans "WHOO" as the palm of Mariachi's hand makes contact with Pigley's chest. Mariachi then shows his inexperience, whipping Steven to the Love Doctors side of the ring, allowing Dr. Max to reach over and tag himself in. Not knowing a tag has been made, Mariachi follows through on his original plan of attack, taking Dr. Steven around the world, but escapes and nails Mariachi with an inverted atomic drop while Dr. Max comes off the ropes and dropkicks Mariachi in the jaw. LOVEMATIC GRAMPA! ONE... TWO... NO! Moracca disrupts the pin. He does his job and exits. Charles Robinson gives Moracca a warning that he probably doesn't understand. Dr. Anderson with a textbook snap suplex. Anderson rolls over and back to his feet, still holding onto the front facelock. Dr. Steven tagged back in. The Doctors with a double full armdrag and twist, followed up by a double-team Russian legsweep! While Max rolls out of the ring, Steven rolls on top of Mariachi. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Dr. Steven fires Mariachi to the ropes. He throws him up in the air, looking to slam him down with one hand, but Mariachi surprises with a front missle dropkick. Mariachi quickly picks Steven off the mat and whips him to the ropes. TORNADO BACKBREAKER! Mariachi tags out. Moracca connects with a slingshot senton from the apron for two. He follows up on Mariachi's backbreaker by rolling Pigley onto his stomach and taking him up in a SURFBOARD. COLE Submission move here, guys. CABOOSE What gave it away? COLE Charles Robinson checking to see if Dr. Steven may want to give up. I don't think he will, but you never know. Dr. Max leading the crowd in support of Steven. High up in the air, Pigley wiggles around, eventually breaking free and landing on top of Moracca, getting a two count out of it. Steven catches Moracca coming in with an armdrag, followed by a headscissors takeover. Dr. Steven claps his hands together and connects with a beautiful standing dropkick. He covers Moracca for a count of two. He scoopes Moracca up and shoots him to the ropes. He launches Moracca up in the air and watches him come back down to earth on his stomach. As Moracca rises up to his knees, grabbing his stomach, Dr. Steven comes off the ropes with a running dropkick to the sternum, snapping Moracca backwards. His legs trapped underneath, Moracca can only watch helplessly as the Love Doctors make the exchange, and Dr. Max nails him with a TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP! ONE... TWO... NO! COACH Mariachi jerking Max off. COLE & CABOOSE ... COACH Whoops. Sorry fellas. Still crafting my J.R. gimmick. MY GAWD! MY GAWD! MY GAWD! Moracca rolls Max up from behind! This could be it! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEAAAAHHH!" Dr. Max caught too caught up in the "conversation" between the referee and Mariachi and nearly paid dearly for it. As Moracca is shoved off to the ropes following the kickout, a blind tag is made. Anderson misses the clothesline, his momentum continuing his progress, and goes under a leapfrog from Moracca, who slides out of the ring as Mariachi leaps over and nails Dr. Max on the rebound with a SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Dr. Max rolls out of the ring to buy some time. He senses the titles are in jeopardy. Mariachi runs up to the ropes, causing Max to turn away and cover up. Mariachi swings over the top rope onto the middle rope on the apron and leaps off, nailing Anderson with an ASAI MOONSAULT! Then does a quick rendition of the Mexican Hat Dance before stepping back on the apron and springing off the top rope. SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT! COLE I tell you what. No matter the outcome, Los Diablos de Fuego have won fans over with their ability. I'm impressed with what I've seen. CABOOSE It's in my honest opinion as a wrestling analyst that the Love Doctors should seriously consider getting themselves disqualified. The champion has the advantage because of the amount of options they have to retain their title. One of the hardest thing to do is face an opponent you haven't wrestled before. COLE Get yourself disqualified? Gimme a break! Just because you took the low road a couple of times in your career doesn't mean others would, too. The Love Doctors have the heart of a champion. They're aren't going to take the cheap route. They've worked too long and hard to get in the position they're at now to just give it up like that. Now back in the ring, Mariachi covers Dr. Max. ONE... TWO... NO! Foot on the rope. Los Diablos with the tag. Moracca and Mariachi apply a double arm-wringer on Max, following it up with a double knife-edge chop. Rinse, rather, repeat. Los Diablos then turn a tandem drop toehold into a DOUBLE INDIAN DEATHLOCK. The crowd "ooh'ing" and "ahh'ing" at the unquie version of the Indian Deathlock. Dr. Steven comes in and breaks up the hold by dropkicking both Diablos in the head. Mariachi rolls out onto the apron rubbing his cranium while Pigley is escorted back to his corner by Charles Robinson. Moracca follows up a rapid series of scoop slams with a running senton splash for two. Moracca sets Anderson on the top turnbuckle and climbs up all the way to the top. HURACA-- NO, Dr. Max holds onto the top rope and Moracca crashes to the canvas. Anderson kicks Mariachi off the apron and perches himself on the top rope, bringing the fans out of their seats. 450 SPLASH-- NO! Moracca moves out of the way, but Max lands on his feet. The two take turns slapping each other across the chest as hard as they can. Neither man budging an inch. Moracca is the first to throw a punch, but Dr. Max blocks it, then grabs his wrist and runs up the turnbuckles. TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS! Charles Robinson with the count. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Mariachi pulls Max out of the ring. First it was Moracca and Max chopping each other, now it's Mariachi and Max. Dr. Steven ignores the referee's request to stay in the ring. He hits the far side and hurdles the top rope, crashing onto both his partner and Mariachi. PESCADO! COLE The crowd is on their feet. They're loving it and so are we. Everybody is down. The only one left standing is the referee. Charles Robinson leans over the ropes, checking to see if everyone is alright. As Dr. Max is one of the legal man, who is laid out on the arena floor, Charles lets him know he has until the count of 10 to get back inside the ring or he'll count him out. The fans boo as Charles begins administering the 10 count. COLE Not a popular move here in Cleveland. We all want to see a winner, but if Dr. Max can't continue Los Diablos de Fuego will win by countout. Though I'm sure OAOAST officials would immediately grant them a rematch. They don't want to win by countout, either. They came to win the titles. COACH They wanna become campeones! ONE... TWO... THREE... The men outside start to stir, including Moracca inside the ring. FOUR... FIVE... SIX... Mariachi and Dr. Max are up to their knees. SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... T-- Out of the corner of his eye Charles sees Moracca climbing up to the top. He orders him down but either Moracca doesn't listen or can't understand what Charles is saying, so he dives off the top and draws a huge pop as he nails The Love Doctors and Mariachi with a CORKSCREW PLANCHA! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" COACH DAYUM~! COLE My God! These 4 men are insane. The lengths some will go through to become champion, or in this case champions. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... Moracca gets Dr. Max up by the tights. SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... Moracca tosses Max back into the ring, he dives through the ropes and drags an arm over his chest. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE Where did Dr. Max Anderson find the strength to kickout?! Moracca whips Anderson to the corner, following him in and MISSING the Stinger Splash, his face hitting the top turnbuckle. Moracca stumbles out of the corner and is kicked in the mid-section. POWERBOMB...COUNTERED INTO A HURRICARANA! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Dr. Pigely plants Moracca face-first into the canvas with a BULLDOG! Cursing in Spanish, Mariachi storms the ring and runs right into a and TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER. Steven sets Moracca up for the Lethal Injection, but Max waves him off, citing fatigue. He doesn't want to try a high-risk move while tired and end up losing the match. The Docs improvise and hit the DEFIBRILIATOR (bearhug/clothesline combo), formerly Strong Medicine, aka Heart Attack! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Mariachi breaks up the pin. He nails Pigley with a right and throws him out of the ring. Then steps back on the apron and tags himself in. Mariachi revives his partner with MOUTH-TO-MOUTH! COACH Well, this is pay-per-view. Moracca pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle while Mariachi lifts Dr. Max up for a Tombstone piledriver. Boom! Spike Tombstone piledriver. Or as Los Diablos de Fuego call it -- THE SODOMIZER! COLE That's it. New champions. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! A double-axehandle by Dr. Pigley breaks up the pin. Moracca nails Pigley from behind. RELEASE GERMAN SU-- Hold it. Dr. Steven lands on his feet and avoids a clothesline from Mariachi, running under it and surprising Moracca with a front facelock and kicking Mariachi down with his feet as he spins around and hits a TORNADO DDT! Steven alertly drags Max to their corner and tags himself in. Everybody tagging themselves in it seems like. Dr. Steven rolls Mariach up in a small package for two. He gets another nearfall with a Northern Lights Suplex. Moracca goes to hit Steven, and Max leaps onto his shoulders, sending the two tumbling over the top rope. Buying the time he needs, Dr. Steven looks at his wrist and checks the Time of Death. The crowd pops as Pigley scoopes Mariachi up for his version of the Michinoku Driver, but Mariachi floats over the top, shoves Steven off to the ropes and springboards off the nearby middle rope. ASAI MOON-- NO! Steven catches him coming down and positions Mariachi to his liking for before spiking him head-first into the mat. TIME OF DEATH! Steven can barely stay slumped over Mariachi as the referee counts... ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" COLE What a match! CABOOSE Both teams earned a ton of respect from me. COLE Let's hear the official announcement. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match and STILL HI-YAH International Tag Team Champions -- THE LOVE DOCTORS! Dr. Max crawls back into the ring and grabs posession of both tag titles from Charles Robinson, who raises both Docs hands in victory while Los Diablos de Fuego watch from the corner. All 4 men exhausted from their grueling match. Charles Robinson gets between both teams as the Docs near Los Diablos. Mariachi and Moracca are pleasently surprised when the Docs hold their hands out to them. They heistant before finally shaking the Docs hands to the applause of the crowd, no doubt in part because of their exciting match. PRYO shoots off as the Docs and Diablos bump and grind, not with each other (in the case of Moracca and Mariachi, yes), in the ring to KISS' "Calling Dr. Love". All 4 men go inside the crowd and dance with the fans. Women go crazy over the good looks of The Love Doctors, throwing PANTIES at them. Los Diablos are horrified when a pair of large panties hit them in the face, but are soon overjoyed when some of the guys begin throwing them their boxers and briefs!

BUFFER World Without End continues with tag team action, and it is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne; at a total combine weight of 535 pounds, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! Not surprisingly, the South Central Militia are greeted rudly. In a clear shot at Holly-Wood, the woman she injured, Shyanne leads the SCM to the ring wearing tight leather pants and jacket over a white t-shirt, sending the male hormones into overdrive. But that isn't the only part of the SCM's entrance that stands out. There's no music, which in some ways incite the crowd ever further. COLE Never in my 8-plus years in this sport have I seen a group of individuals so cold. For Shyanne, a woman I describe as a cold-hearted [i]bitch[/i], to come out here mocking Holly-Wood's appearance, it sickens me. Absolutely sickens me. I commend General Manager Calvin Szechstein for some of the decisions he's made, but I think he's totally wrong in allowing those 3 individuals to compete while Holly and the Heavenly Rockers remain on the shelf. COACH Haven't they ever heard of playing with pain? COLE You gotta be kidding me! They nearly broke Holly's neck; they broked Synth's arm...[i]again[/i]; and Logan is broken emotionally. COACH Holly's neck [i]wasn't[/i] broken; Synth's arm will [i]heal[/i]; and Logan can buy another [i]bitch[/i]! COLE I can't believe you. COACH Believe it. BUFFER And their opponents. From the state of Oklahoma, weighing 525 pounds, the SOONER BRUUUUISERS! The crowd is solidly behind the Sooner Bruisers, Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" blaring in the background. Frank and Frankie noticably banged up, particularly Frankie, whose ribs are taped. But that doesn't stop them from heading to the ring confidently. The Sooners are completely focused on the men in the ring, not letting them out of their sight. Frank takes off his sunglasses, revealing a black eye. COLE There you see it, ladies and gentlemen. Results from the sneak-attack perpetrated by the South Central Militia. Now we know why the Sooner Bruisers weren't in attendence the night Jim Cornette gave the South Central Militia's answer to their challenge. COACH We don't know that for a fact. COLE Isn't the visual edvidence enough? CABOOSE For all we know, it could've been a bad fall. COACH Exactly. COLE You two should listen to what you say on the shows sometimes. The BS that comes out of your mouths is staggering. COACH Much like what just came out of Frank's mouth. Not only did he cuss Marcellus out, but he called his sister a "whore"! That's no whore, that's the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., baby. Frank's comments obviously doesn't fly well with Marcellus and Vincent, who try baiting the Sooners into the ring. They know they're going to be hit once they step through the ropes, despite Nick Patrick's best efforts to keep the SCM away, but they do so anyway, ready to fight. Marcellus and Vincent hammer the Sooners across the back as they step into the ring. It doesn't take long for the Sooner Bruisers to fight back. Nick Patrick attempts to regain some order, but the situation degenerates into an unsanction Texas Tornado match, with all 4 men slugging it out. Marcellus stuns Frank with a kick to the mid-section, and tries following up by whipping the Man of Tomorrow to the ropes, but Frank reverses and connects with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Frank scoopes Marcellus off the mat and fires him to the corner while Vincent Santana shows the viewing public why he'll never be mistaken for a wrestling technician when he RAKES Frankie's eyes and throws him through the ropes to the arena floor. Santana goes out after the Psycho Gremlin and drives him face-first into the RING STEPS. Frankie shakes off the cobwebs and grins, then floors Vincent with a Soonerline. "OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWW!" Frankie grabs Michael Buffer's CHAIR and... * BOOM * ...hits Vincent over the head. Santana goes down, but he grabs the top of Frankie's trunks and hurls him into the guardrail. Frankie crashes sternum-first. His chin and arms draped over the railing, Frankie gives Vincent a free shot at his injured ribs, and Vincent doesn't waste the opportunity to use the chair as a weapon. Inside the ring, Frank is perched on the middle turnbuckle, hammering away on Marcellus. Outside, Vincent goes head hunting -- but Frankie manages to rip the chair out of Santana's hands in mid-swing and... * THUD * ...throws the chair in Vincent's face! COACH I'm outta here, fellas! CABOOSE So am I. COLE Wait for me! Triple C drop their headsets and flee Sofa Central. Why? Because Frankie comes over and takes the SOFA the announcers commentate at and tosses it in Vincent's direction, crashing it down on him! Frankie thinks about ramming Vincent into the sofa but fans ringside talk him out of it, telling him to send Vincent into the guardrail instead. Packs more of a punch. The ringside fans are sent into a frenzy when Frankie takes their advice and rams Vincent head-first into the guardrail. He leans over the railing to allow fans to rub his head. Frankie spots a hot chick and LICKS her lips. Thankfully, the chick is amused (i.e. plant that's Frankie's real life girlfriend) and saves the OAOAST from a lawsuit. The Psycho Gremlin grabs Santana and whips him to the RINGPOST. Vincent going in shoulder-first. Frankie, along with the sold out crowd HOWLS as he follows up, lunging forward and...SOONERLINING NOTHING BUT STEEL! COLE Frankie took a chance and it didn't pay off. He thought he had Vincent where he wanted him, but Santana suckered him in. COACH Which isn't too hard to do, by the way. COLE We're back with you, fans... CABOOSE Minus the sofa. COLE (CONT'D) ...from what's left of Sofa Central. Well, we'll get the sofa whenever they're done with it, and it looks like they are. I know Halloween is tomorrow night, but what a match we're being treated to. COACH It's [i]not[/i] even a match, Mikey. The bell never rang! * DING DING * COLE It did now. Things started so hot and heavy that I didn't even notice. That must be why there hasn't been a disqualification. Under normal circumstances, the chaos we've seen so far would of been ruled a DQ long ago. Good pick-up, Coach. And good officiating by Nick Patrick. Yes, weapons have been used, but the wrestlers are still able to defend themselves. Inside the ring, Frank wraps up Marcellus in a small package for two. Marcellus gets back up first and levels the Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy with a clothesline. The two roll around the ring exchaging blows, with Frank coming out on top because, well, he came out on top. The chemical enchanced freak drives the forearm repeatedly into the face of Wallace, while on the outside Vincent and Shyanne put the boots to Frankie, prompting Nick Patrick to step out and give Shyanne a warning. Next time she will be ejected. As Nick walks with Shyanne, the two having to maneuver around the sofa, Vincent hits Frankie with a fan's CUP OF BEER. Those with low brain cells sip whatever amount of spilled beer they can that runs from the mat to the concrete floor behind the railing. CABOOSE To think those are somebody's kids. Their parents must be [i]real[/i] proud. Imagine going up to their mothers and telling them they saw their child sipping beer from mats sweaty men have been stepping on all night on the telly. COACH Mats morons like Frankie Frankensteiner have been down on. Stupidity is contagious, you know. COLE I do. I see it every Thursday night with you two. Vincent kicks Frankie low. Doubled over in pain and grabbing his crotch, Frankie is helpess as Vincent picks him up for what appears to be a back suplex, but neuters the Psycho Gremlin instead, CROTCHING him on the GUARDRAIL! The sofa is then brought back into the field of play, as Vincent shoves it in Frankie's face, knocking him off the railing. Back in the ring, after having just been rammed into the turnbuckle, Frank is whipped to the opposite corner and nailed with a follow-in clothesline. Marcellus hits the side of the ring his partner, Vincent, is re-entering from as Frank staggers out of the corner. The two lock eyes and nod in agreement. Marcellus lowers the shoulder and charges full speed ahead towards Frank, with Vincent running right behind him. Frank leapfrogs over Wallace and catches Santana in midair trying to execute the running forearm shot he loves to utilizied. Frank perfectly times the FALLAWAY SLAM so that Vincent lands on Marcellus on the rebound! Santana is kicked out of the ring. Frank blocks a right from Marcellus and delivers a spinning belly-to-belly suplex! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frank grabs Marcellus' bald head and brings him back to his feet, driving the knee into the gut. Front facelock applied, Frank attempting a vertical suplex, but Marcellus floats over and and takes Frank up for a back suplex. He holds Frank up in the air for Vincent, who comes off the top with a clothesline. Modified Doomsday Device. Marcellus downs the leg down on the Man of Tomorrow's massive chest for good measure. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! COLE Frank gets the shoulder up! The Man of Tomorrow having to fight two men, his brother Frankie still down outside. COACH If you had any balls, Mikey, you'd understand why he's still done outside. Frank whipped towards Vincent, who hits the strongman with a nasty lariat. Marcellus drops down and begins choking the life out of Frank. He tells Vincent to go up top. The South Central Militia debut a new double-team maneuver -- a vertical suplex/shoulder block powerslam combo. Santana rolls out of the ring so that his Marcellus, who's the legal man, believe it or not, can make the pin. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, Frankie breaks it up! The crowd howls. Not Frankie, who goes to work on Marcellus and Vincent. He gets in a 3-point stance and takes Vincent over with a shoulder block to the knee. Scoope slam followed by a Soonerline for Marcellus. Frankie with a big right hand to Vincent. He fires him across the riiiing... Powerslam! Marcellus tries blindsiding Frankie, but big brother Frank spins Wallace around and rocks him with a right. The Sooners Bruisers are in full control as they whip the South Central Militia to the ropes. Frankie with a military press slam, and Frank with a backdrop. Santana rolls to the ropes and pulls himself back up. For the second time tonight, Frankie misses a Soonerline, with less painful results this time, and is backdropped over the top rope. Frank catches Vincent coming at him with a T-Bone suplex. He isn't able to stop Marcellus, who stuns him with a flying shoulder block. Wallace brings the bleach blond back to his feet, setting up for a double-arm DDT, but Frank goes behind and nails Marcellus with a BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Vincent breaks up the count. He kicks Frank while he's down, buying his partner time to recover. Both men now stompping Frank. They pick him up and whip him to the ropes. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE. Their double-teaming worked so well the first time they'll try it again. This time a DOUBLE HIP-- No, Frank lands on his feet and ducks under another double-clothesline, which the Militia do as well as Frank comes off the rebound. They turn around and... * WHAM * ...are our leveled by a TOP ROPE SOONERLINE from Frankie! The crowd howls in unison. The Sooners nail Marcellus and Vincent rising back up to their feet with rights. The Militia respond with double eye rakes. They scoope the Sooners up for a pair of bodyslams, but Frank and Frankie float over and hit stereo belly-to-bellys! Nick Patrick counts both pins. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, DOUBLE KICKOUT! Frank shoots Marcellus off to the ropes, while Frankie climbs up the turnbuckles from inside. Frank takes Marcellus down with a stiff Soonerline, then kisses the peak of his bicep before dropping the elbow. As the referee goes down to count, he misses Shyanne, who has been pretty quiet throughout the match, step onto the apron and take Frankie's feet out of under him, causing him to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. Frank gets a two count. The jeers from the crowd grabs the referee's attention. Both he and Frank look over and see Frankie straddling the top turnbuckle in pain. Frank goes to check on his brother, and is rolled up from behind! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frank pops back to his feet and goes down following a boot to the face. Vincent hits the ropes and drills Frankie with a running forearm smash, sending him fall off the top to the arena floor. With Frankie out of the way, the South Central Militia signal the end is near. Marcellus places Frank in a front facelock while Vincent goes to the top. Out of the corner of his eye, Marcellus sees Frankie getting up on the apron. He rushes but successfully connects with the suplex. It does, however, slightly throw his partner's timing off. Vincent dives off the top, but Frank gets the KNEES, knocking the air out of Vincent. The crowd cheers the failed double-team maneuver known as the Outline. Marcellus charges Frankie, who sticks his head between the ropes and rams the shoulder into the gut of Wallace. Instead of going for the usual sunset flip one expects after the old shoulder-through-the ropes spot, Frankie brings Vincent up to a vertical base. COACH INCOMING! COLE What? COACH INCOMING! Triple C dive for cover. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX ONTO SOFA CENTRAL FROM THE APRON! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Shocked expressions all around. The guys in the truck cut to numerous fans with their mouths covered and/or jumping up and down in awe. The Coach, all too happily, consoles Shyanne, who can't stand the sight of her brother's torque body on the sofa. Both he and Frankie are down. It took a lot out of both men. Inside the ring, Frank drapes his arm over Vincent. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Vincent and Frank get back to their feet and trade haymakers. Frank lands a right that sends Vincent reeling to the ropes. Santana bounces off and drills Frank with a RUNNING FOREARM SHOT! He dives on top and hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... NO! Nick Patrick waves off the count, citing the illegal man in the ring. Vincent and Shyanne can't believe it. Both aruge with the referee, wanting to know why Nick counted if Vincent was the illegal man. Our hundred thousand dollar cameras pick up the in-ring conversation between Nick and Vincent. "That's bullshit!" "No, sir. You're the illegal man." "Then why the fuck did you count?" "I momentarily lost track of who the legal man was. It was my fault." "You damn right it's your fault, mother--!" Frank spins Vincent around and hammers him right between the eyes. He grabs Santana's left arm and backs him against the ropes, whipping him across the ring. In the background, we can see crew members scrambling to get Triple C's headsets working. In the meantime, they hand them wireless microphones. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! The Man of Tomorrow pops back up, signaling for the Frankensteiner. Irish whip. THE FRANKENSTEINER! COLE He hit it! But Vincent isn't the legal man. Frank didn't see -- or hear, for that matter -- the converstaion Vincent and Nick had. Frank doesn't understand why the count isn't being made. Nick explains to him Vincent isn't the legal man. Frank tilts his head up with an exasperated look on his face. He wanted to end it right there. Incredibly, Marcellus is the first to get back up outside, thanks in large part to his sister. Frank goes after Marcellus, drilling him in the gut with a forearm shot and pulling him through the ropes via a double underhook. Shyanne does her part in keeping her brother away from Frank, holding onto his legs. Frankie, on his knees, BITES Shyanne's ass, causing her to let go of Marcellus! She screams as Frankie continues to chew on her ass to the envy of red-blooded males around the world. The crowd boos as JIM CORNETTE appears at ringside, jumping onto the apron and distracting the referee. COLE Oh great. What's he doing here? COACH He's their representive. Remember? James E. keeps "The Man" from manhandling Moe and Vinnie. COLE This match has already been chaotic. The last thing we need is another instigator. To the surprise of those who bought front row seats, NED BLANCHARD passes by and hops over the guardrail, hitting the 90210 enzurigi on Frankie outside the ring. Crotching to avoid detection, Ned runs over and hides behind Shyanne. Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice, aka the ring, we see SARCASTIC SIMON come off the top and nail Frank in the back of the neck with Jim Cornette's TENNIS RACKET! Marcellus falls on top of Frank as Simon rolls out of the ring and hides from the referee. COLE No, damnit! Not like this! ONE... TWO... THREE! COLE DAMN THEM! Immediately after the 3 count is made, Blanchard, Cornette and Singleton join the South Central Militia in the ring, and the 4 men proceed to stomp Frank until the Psycho Gremlin comes to his brother's aid. He does his best to fight the 4 men off but it's too much for one man to handle. Speaking of which, Ned jabs the handle of the tennis racket in the groin of Frankie, bringing him to his knees. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * DING DING DING DING DING * COLE Oh, man! We need some help out here, damnit! If anybody in the back can hear me, get some damn help out here. Shyanne frantically tries grabbing the attention of the SCM, jumping up and waving her arms. The horn dogs in attendence get off as her boobs bounce, but the SCM get the message and quietly exit. Cornette watches with a smile on his face as his lastest incarnation of the Midnight Express continue to pulverize the Sooner Bruisers. He waves for the SCM to get in on some of the action. When they don't he turns and is shocked to see them missing. He roams around looking for the SCM and to his surprise spots THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" COACH What the fuck!? Cornette's jaw drops. He's so shocked he's left speechless and thus unable to warn his team about the trouble that lies ahead. Corny saves himself, bailing out of the ring. To the surprise of no one, Logan goes straight for Ned. His left hand wrapped with a STEEL CHAIN, Logan spins Ned around and punches the Handsome Hustler in the face. Logan pounces on Ned, drilling him in the face with the chain-wrapped left fist. Carl Winslows and his security staff do a great job keeping the situation from escalating any further by quickly getting to the ring and separating the parties involved, but not before Synth lands a right on Simon. Logan manages to escape from the clutches of security and engages in a tug-of-war with Jim Cornette and Sarcastic Simon, with Ned as the rope! Cornette and Singleton tug on the legs while Mann tugs on the hair, ending with Logan plunking out a chuck of Blanchard's blond locks! Ned jerks his head back in a fit, drawing a huge POP as the fans see [color=red]BLOOD[/color] trickling down his handsome face on the AngleTron. COLE The Heavenly Rockers! The Heavenly Rockers! The Heavenly Rockers! They're back! Oh yeah! COACH So much for them being "broken," huh, Mikey? COLE Well... CABOOSE Remember what I've said about emotions? Some let it consume them, while others manage to control them. Logan throws his hands up, telling security he's calmed down. The hell he has. The crowd ROARS as Logan makes another play for Ned, but security once again steps in and restrains Mann. Carl threatens to cuff him if he doesn't cool it. Synth plays peace officer, getting his partner to calm down. He then asks for and receives a microphone. Logan is practically foaming at the mouth to get his hands on Ned, his hated rival. SYNTH Yo, yo, yo. Yippie, yo, yippie, yay. What a better way for the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all's time to return than at the home of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, Cleveland, Ohiooooo! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!" COACH Cheap pop! SYNTH Ah guess all moi can say about that is... the boys are back in t-- Logan rips the mic out of Synth's hands. LOGAN Heh. You did it. You actually did it. You pissed me off. Me--the personification of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. You pissed ME off, goddamnit! And for that I want to thank you. Yes, you heard me right. Thank you. You see this chain wrapped around my fist? Look familar? It should, because it's the chain you used when you locked us inside the cage and had your way. I saved it to remind me what you put Holly through. Oh, believe me, I'd love to tear your heads off this minute for what you did to her. But I've learned to control my anger. After what you and that bitch -- not you Cornette, the other bitch, Shyanne -- did to Holly that fateful summer night, I was consumed with rage. Normally a couple of lines followed by hot, steamy sex with a couple of hot broads would take my pain away. It didn't. I needed something stronger. The anger that burned in my soul, which turned out to be a mild case of heartburn, caused me to seek the help of our very own Dr. Anderson and Dr. Pigley, The Love Doctors. I gave up E long ago, so I remember hearing about this morning after pill. Bingo! That's it. That's what I need. That'll take away my pain. As it turns out, the morning after pill isn't the cure for the common heartache. But considering they owned me a favor for sneaking them into the U2 concert, they gave me the pill. Hindsight being 20/40, if I hadn't drank down that entire bottle of Jack Daniels, I wouldn't have taken the pill. Luckily I didn't experience any side effects. So in a way, what happened to The Love Doctors at the hands of Los Diablos de Fuego was karma for them giving me the pill. Anyhoo, before I start rambling, let me tell you I found a way...well, more of a reason...to control the rage, my pain. Revenge for Holly. And in case you're wondering asshole, yes, I'm hitting that and you better believe I'm coming fast and furious on that piece of ass. Cornette and Simon have to restrain a bloody Ned on the ramp. Cornette repeatedly reminding the Handsome Hustler he's better than Logan. LOGAN (CONT'D) And I'm coming after [i]YOU[/i], but not before we take care of business with the South Central Militia. Oh, and Shyanne, you'll get yours in time...bitch! Logan flips the mic to Synth. SYNTH If I were you 3 homo sapiens, I'd go find the South Central Militia and ask for a refund because they didn't get the job done. As you can see, we're back, jacked and amped up to the max! In the ring, the studio or onstage, The Heavenly Rockers pride ourselves on putting on one helluva show. Like my main Mann said, first we's take on the hood, then the Midnights, then the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. If that means having to go through Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez, The Usual Suspects, so be it. Love ya, but us crazy mutha's gonna get done what Ms. Holly wanted us to do: win the gold. Got the record, now aiming for the belts. See ya on the next track. Word! For the first time in a while, "G's & Soilders" hits. The music stops when the Sooner Bruisers shove Synth and Logan from behind. The Sooners are full of pride, they're not too happy the Heavenly Rockers came out and "saved them." Everybody from the fans, to the announcers, to security wait to see what will happen next. The Sooners extend their hands out to the Heavenly Rockers. They all shake hands to the delight of the crowd. "Frankenstein" kicks up, and the Heavenly Rockers raise the hands of the Sooners, who return the favor. COLE All right. In an era fueled by power and money, it's nice to see good sportsmenship. The big news: The Heavenly Rockers have returned. Like Synth said, guys, what a better place to do so than at the home of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. COACH Ohiooooooo! CABOOSE I'll admit it. I missed the little buggers. Their music still sucks, but it's good to have them back.

You know, I had to look up what a spanner was. Apparently it's what we Americans call a wrench! I like the suggestion though. Jesse could be a commando or in a suit as President Ventura. Schiavone, I don't know. Maybe as a member of KISS or Mick Foley. That'll put butts in the seats. I've been wondering about the Coach thing too. It doesn't affect my matches since I'm mostly doing tags, but we should turn him soon.

Hell yes on both. I long for the day of not having to spend the Sunday of a PPV finish up my match and then having to write the opening. For the PPV I'm thinking the announcers should wear costumes, but what?

It was. So you're right in asking if we're using the normal ramp. And we are! Old school ramp = RATINGS & BUYRATES! Honest to goodness, I ordered the Great American Bash 2000 because I thought the ramp was going to be used (WCW brought it back for a few Nitros and Slamboree). Boy was I disappointed.

Yes. We had it last month too.

With the addition of having to post the show, and possibily writing 2 tag matches (which is the plan), I don't think I'll be able to help.

Send everything to Tony149.

Who's posting the show? NYU and I use to alternate months, and this is his month, but with him now gone that obviously isn't going to happen. If somebody else would like to take a shot at posting a PPV let me know, otherwise I'll do it myself.

Well, I guess I'll be the first to leave feedback. Or what I call feedback. Excellent opening promo. I'm amazed at the effort to maintain continuity. I've forgotten a lot of the stuff referenced in the promo. Liked the old school Royal Rumble-type approach with various comments from wrestlers. Gets over the angle and includes a couple of nice comedy bits. SJ, still getting back in the groove of things, did a solid job with his promo. The matches were what they usually are: good. The ME surprised me a bit as it was all but a squash. Marked out for the Dream Machines reunion. Admittedly, I wasn't paying too close attention to the shows during the glory days of the DM, but I understand their importance to the tag division. MOTN: Six-man tag bout. The Love Shack returned with a vengeance after going on hiatus for a week. The way Zack's shirtless cameo was written had me

Remember when I said last week I wanted to get the feedback out of the way so I won't end up writing my work for this week in a rush? I failed. It ended up happening anyway. Result: Eh promo. Michael Cole is seated solo at Sofa Central. The great Albuquerque crowd in the background look up at the AngleTron so they can see themselves and/or their signs on the air. COLE Great crowd in attendence for HeldDOWN~!, much like the crowd we expect to see next Sunday night in Cleveland, Ohio, for World Without End. The event is already sold out but you can still join us from the comfort of your own home live on pay-per-view. Call your local cable or satellite company to order now. In addition to the great matches already signed, we'll also crown a new World Heavyweight Champion. One match that is up in the air surrounds the challenged issued by the Sooner Bruisers to the South Central Militia. As you've seen right here on HeldDOWN~!, the Sooner Bruisers have been calling out the South Central Militia. Their challenge has gone unanswered. At this time I was set to conduct an interview with the Sooner Bruisers to find out if they had heard from the South Central Militia or their "representive" Jim Cornette, but they have not yet arrived at the arena. If... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The cameras cut to the entranceway, where the New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette make their way toward Sofa Central. Ned, smoking a cigar and wearing a t-shirt with actress Tori Spelling's face on the front with the message "Her: New Mrs. Ned Blanchard. Me: [B][COLOR=green]$$$[/COLOR][/B]" on the back, yanks his arm away from an adoring Jeff Hardy female fan and shudders. Cole gets up and grabs a microphone from the stage hand. Cornette, smiling, draps his arm around Cole's shoulders, tickling him in the face with his bushy tennis racket. CORNETTE Guess you heard the bad news, huh, kid? COLE And I'm willing to bet you know why too. CORNETTE Heh. I'm a businessman, not some mob boss, Michael Cole. Although with your attitude, I wish I were a mob boss so I could have you sleeping with the fishes by midnight. But I'm here along with the greatest tag team in wrestling today, the Midnight Express, on behalf of the South Central Militia. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" CORNETTE I saw what Frank Frankensteiner, the so-called "Man of Tomorrow," proud owner of the original Whizzinator, had to say two weeks ago. About how a couple of farm boys from Oklahoma punk'd out the South Central Militia. Who's really punking who out, huh? How convenient of you to issue a challenge to Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana while I, their representive, am overseas. The South Central Militia are products of the streets. They've been disenfranchised all their lives because of economic and racial elements. I saw something in them nobody else did. Everybody dismisses them as a couple of thugs. Well I'm gonna turn those thugs into champions in due time. Their delay on answering your challenge has nothing to do with being afraid and everything to do with you inbred morons trying to pull a fast one on them. You wanted the match as soon as possible with [I]double[/I] the purse money for youselves! As a respected businessman, I'm insulted at these dirty-handed tricks. Tricks I myself, Michael Cole, would never dare think of. Colls rolls his eyes. CORNETTE After consultation with Marcellus and Vincent, we decided the only way we'd accept a match with the Sooner Bruisers is if we did on worldwide pay-per-view and added a couple of extra zeros to the purse. Therefore, Jim Cornette Enterprises is proud to announce that on Sunday, October the 30th at World Without End, the South Central Militia will face the Sooner Bruisers. If they bother to show up. Haha! Oh, and congrautlations to Sarcastic Simon. His wife, Rhonda Sue, gave birth to a 9 pound 8 ounce baby girl this past weekend. COLE MY GOD! That's a big baby. SIMON And you're in big trouble if you don't shut up. Baby Sue Ellen obviously inherited more of her mother's genes than mine. Here's a cigar for you, Cole. Simon shoves the cigar in Cole's mouth. NED If it weren't for the fact Simon's a professional wrestler, he'd be in store for many sleepless nights. But luckily for him, he is. (mouthing) Call me, Tori. The Midnights and Cornette exit. Cole pulls the cigar out of his mouth. COLE Well, some good news. The birth of a child always makes you feel good. But we now know South Central Militia have agreed to face the Sooners at World Without End. You can catch that next Sunday on pay-per-view. The Sooners have their challenged answered. But where are they? I believe the men who just left have know more than they're letting on.

Further developments between the Bruisers and SCM

Instead of saying the same thing 3 different ways (because that's all I got), I'll lump all the matches together and say I thought they all were good. Only one squash (which we've been doing a good job of using lately), two if you count the opening 10 sec match, and lots of good competitive bouts. Gotta get feedback done now so I can waste the rest of the weekend working on my stuff for next week only to start writing it a day or two before the show. I'm digging the use of Maria as our backstage interviewer. There hasn't been a miss with her yet. Good use of location for the Parka promo. Makes it stand out from the traditional promos. Everything else -- the Benefactor, PK promos and women's squash, etc -- were fine. Match of the Night: Zack Malibu vs. Scotty Static

Yeah, had we known Alf had the same idea in mind we would've changed our finish in a heartbeat. That said, I enjoyed the match Alf wrote. Haven't read the rest of the show yet, but I've been liking the direction of his character. I second Popick's comments on the job Alf has done pushing the HL title. Edit: Marked out for SJ hitting my character with a full-nelson suplex to try and pick up the quick win. Nice use of the time limit stip.

Popick, I altered the finish to make it less confusing. Given the way the ending was originally written, shouldn't the assigned offical DQ you for punching him? Here's your finish in case you want it.

The awesomely bad song titled "Hit Me Verdi One More Time" hits over the loud speakers, and to the jeers of the crowd Hell's Hitmen power walk through the mist hovering around the entranceway. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. First, making their way to the ring, from the Depths of Hell, at a combined weight of 687 pounds, the frightening combination of JINGUS and The Sadist -- HELL'S HITMEN! COLE Hell's Hitmen coming in tonight with a lot to prove. Not only are they not satisfied with the matches they've received, or lack thereof, they feel like they've been overlooked by OAOAST match makers. They want higher profile matches, more specifically a shot at the richest prize in tag team wrestling, the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship. Well, they're gonna get their chance to make an impression and move up the tag team rankings with a win tonight. Let's go back up to Michael Buffer. The crowd HOWLS in unison as "Frankenstein" cues up. Frankie joins in on the howling when he and his brother Frank step out onto the stage. The Man of Tomorrow flexes his bicep while little brother Frankie runs around him. BUFFER And their opponents, from the state of Oklahoma, weighing 525 pounds, Frank and Frankie -- the SOONER BRUUUUUISERS! COACH Listen to that ovation, fellas. And it's not some phony ovation made up by play-by-play men not friendly to the camera, it's the real deal, baby. This match is gonna be off the charts. Some might even say a "slobberknocker." Bah gawd! COLE Be nice, Coach. COACH All I need now is the pervert to be fired and TV's sexiest black man would be the star of two primetime shows. Denzel, watch out. First TV, then the silver screen. Frank leans up against the turnbuckles and removes his sunglasses. He drops them on the ring apron and high-fives his brother, who steps outside. On the other side of the ring, to the astonishment of all, Hell's Hitmen trade blows. The Sadist is leveled by a haymaker from JINGUS. He rolls out on to the apron and pulls himself up in the corner, cackling. COACH Haven't they ever heard of rock, paper, scissors? COLE Frank and JINGUS will start out for their respective teams. In my opinion, Hell's Hitmen is the best tag team to never hold the World Tag Team Championship. These guys love pain, especially The Sadist, as the name would indicate. CABOOSE What they need is a manager. The only thing keeping them from championship gold is a lack of focus. COACH And remember, they turned down an offer to join Jim Cornette Enterprises in the winter of 2003. Tell me a Hell's Hitmen team managed by Jim Cornette wouldn't be unstoppable. COLE Oh, they'd be a force to be reckon with. But you're forgetting a key factor in the Hitmen's decision in not signing with J.C.E. After they refused to sign over their tag team title shot to the New New Midnight Expres, Cornette had the Midnights ambush them. I'm sure if that went down today, he'd have the South Central Militia do the dirty work, just like he had them take out the Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers at Dirty Deeds. And he's using them S.C.M. the same way he would've used Hell's Hitmen. Cornette's bread and butter is the Midnight Express franchise. if you think otherwise, you're sadly mistaking. * DING DING * COLE There's the bell. Put your seat belts on, fans. I promise you this will be one helluva physcial match. Lots of history between these two teams in our sister promotion in Japan. 5-star classics. I've been told to expect a physical, hard-hitting contest. Frank sizes up the 6'8", 367 pound Devilman. After wiping his hands on his tight black short shorts, the Man of Tomorrow locks up in the center of the ring with JINGUS. He takes the big man off his feet with a single-leg takedown. Frank holds onto JINGUS' left leg and torques the ankle. JINGUS makes use of his 6'8" frame by inching his way to the near side and grabbing the bottom rope to cause the break. JINGUS gets up snarling. Extending his arms out, Frank asks JINGUS to bring it on. And he does. Both combats lock back up. Frank drops to a knee and flips JINGUS over with a firearm's carry. The Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy stays on the offensive, grabbing a wristlock before JINGUS has a chance to get back on his feet. Frank drags JINGUS near his corner, keeping him isolated from The Sadist. Full armdrag and twist. JINGUS responds with a punch square to the jaw. He sends Frank reeling with a series of right hands. The Man of Tomorrow counters an Irish whip attempt. JINGUS chooses to engage in a game of human chess; instead of using his height advantage to groin Frank as he goes up for a leapfrog, he lowers his head and runs through it. Frank catches him on the rebound with a perfectly executed BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! JINGUS sends the Sooners a message by forcefully kicking out. He storms back to his feet and gives the Man of Tomorrow a taste of his own medicine, leveling him with a stiff clothesline, a maneuver the Sooner Bruisers love to utilized. The force behind the blow draws a collective gasp from the sold out Montreal crowd. In the corner, The Sadist puts the boot up for JINGUS to ram Frank head-first. Frank's head snaps back violently. Seemingly aroused by his opponent's inability to fight back, The Sadist cackles sinisterly as JINGUS smashes Frank's head repeatedly into the turnbuckle. Frank is trapped in the corner of Hell's Hitmen. He gasps for air and flaps his arms as The Sadist chokes him from behind with his bare hands Andre the Giant-style. Slick Johnson, better known as crooked nWo referee #2, orders the Hitmen to free Frank from the corner by the count of 5. But four eyes and two growls puts an end to that. Hell's Hitmen go back to working Frank over in the corner. JINGUS hammering Frank in the mid-section with closed fists. The crowd roars as Frankie steps in to aid his brother. He spins JINGUS around and drills him right between the eyes with a right hand. COLE It's chaos in Montreal. All 4 men now in the ring. There's so much action going on I don't know how to call it. CABOOSE Proper considering you don't know how to call it [i]at all[/i]. COACH Frankie and JINGUS beating the hell out of each other with their fists. While in the corner, The Sadist is choking out Frank with that big boot on his. JINGUS ducks a Soonerline and backdrops Frankie over the top rope. Hell's Hitmen kick Frank in the corner until they drop him on his BUTT. Then they take turns brutally kicking him in the face. The referee finally grows a set and pushes the Hitmen back to check on Frank. With the referee's back turned, the Hitmen grab him by the side of his pants and throw him across the ring. COLE Hey, you big bullies. You can't do that to an official. Hell's Hitmen intimate the official from calling a disqualification. In the background, the Sooner Bruisers climb to the top rope of the same corner. The referee shields his face as the Hitmen near. It's their cue to turn around and eat a pair of top rope Soonerlines! COACH Their not standing. "YEEEEEEAAAHHHH!" COACH Now. CABOOSE I bet nobody got that. COLE The near 700 pounds of mass crashing onto the canvas reverberating throughout the arena. We told you this match would be physical and, boy, has it delivered. Hell's Hitmen roll out of the ring to regroup. The Sooner Bruisers soak in the cheerful atmosphere inside. "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The crowd howls along with Frankie as he runs around his brother. Slick gets the Sooners to back up as Hell's Hitmen are prepared to resume. COLE Intense staredown between the two teams. The feeling out process long gone. It's time to start kicking some ass. And what better two ass-kickers than Frankie and The Sadist. COACH To his credit, despite having the IQ of a 5-year-old, Frankie was one helluva amatuer wrestler. Well, both Sooners were. But this is pro wrestling, baby. Takedowns and points don't mean jack here. And he's up in the ring with one bad mother-- COLE & CABOOSE Shut your mouth. COACH Shaft. HOLLA~! The point: He's one bad dude. Frankie and The Sadist both try to psyche the other out. When neither man does, they step up to mid-ring. The look on their faces says it all. The Sadist burning a hole through Frankie with his piercing, blue eyes. Frankie hanging his tonuge out of his mouth. The "Psycho Gremlin" makes the first move, nailing The Sadist with right hands. The sadistic, cannibalistic, madman isn't even fazed. He cackles. Then rocks Frankie with a YAKUZA KICK. Groggy and a bit jelly-legged, Frankie manages to stay on his feet. But for how long? The Sadist continues to try and rip Frankie's head off his shoulders. Another kick sends Frankie reeling to the ropes. The Psycho Gremlin bounces off and floors Sadist with a Soonerline! "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The Sadist momentarily blinds Frankie by raking the eyes. He swings and misses. Frankie hooks him from behind, draping The Sadist's left arm over his neck. He falls back and drops The Sadist down on his head, folding him up like an accordion. BACKDROP DRIVER! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The fans jump out of their seats for a maneuver rarely seen on American wrestling shows. Amazingly, The Sadist gets up near the ropes, grabbing the back of his neck. Frankie uses the ropes to pick up momentum and clotheslines The Sadist to the outside. The Sadist cracks a faint smile as he rises to his feet. The Psycho Gremlin brings the fans out of their seats again as he dives through the middle and top rope and drills The Sadist upside the head with a forearm smash! Frankie runs in place and HOWLS. COACH DAYUM~! CABOOSE I didn't know Frankie had that in his arsenal. COLE Neither did I. These two awesome teams treating us to the type of action our great fans in Japan have witnessed firsthand. It's smashmouth wrestling, and we're proud to be bringing it to you live on TSM. Thank you for joining us everywhere you are. Michael Cole calling the action from Sofa Central with my broadcast colleagues Caboose and The Coach. The referee keeps JINGUS at bay as Frankie dives off the ring apron onto The Sadist, who catches him. The Sadist tosses Frankie over his shoulder blades. Somoan drop on the arena floor. Frankie grimaces while holding onto his stomach. The Sadist steps onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles. FLYING ELBOW DROP ACROSS THE THROAT! Frankie gasps for air. The Sadist sits-up with an orgasmic look on his face. He closes his eyes and winces uncontrollably. His eyes re-open, a demonic look now etched in his face. He punches himself in the GROIN and laughs! Frankie is thrown back into the ring and covered. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Sadist goes back to the top. Fully aware that his brother is in trouble, Frank shakes the top rope to buy time. It pays off. Frankie gets back on his feet and nails The Sadist with a punch to the mid-section, causing the big man to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. The Sadist with a pained smile. Frankie climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and sends The Sadist crashing to the mat with an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! ONE... TW-- NO, KICKOUT! Frankie sets The Sadist up for an Irish whip, but has it reversed. The Psycho Gremlin sent on the defensive. Both Frankie and The Sadist avoid clotheslines from the other. Frankie, charging full steam ahead runs right into a wicked lariat from The Sadist. The Sadist doesn't let up. He whips Frankie to the corner and follows him in, but hits nothing but turnbuckle as Frankie moves out of the way. Frankie catches The Sadist recoiling off the turnbuckles. Belly-to-back suplex! Instead of going for the pin, Frankie sprints over to his corner and tags in Frank. The Sadist is decked by a running forearm smash to the sternum. The Man of Tomorrow quickly dives on top for the pin right now. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frank sets The Sadist for a side Russian legsweep, but is caught off-guard by a round of elbows to the mid-section. Like he did to Frankie earlier, The Sadist tries to drape Frank across his shoulder blades, but Frank floats over and waistlocks the big man from behind. The Sadist blocks Frank's German suplex attempts by having all 320 pounds of himself become dead weight. Frank tries muscling The Sadist up but cannot. The Sadist drags Frank over to the ropes which just happens to be in the corner of the Sooner Bruisers. Frankie walks to the center of the apron and drills The Sadist with a couple of Oklahoma rights, stunning him long enough for Frank to take him up for a GERMAN SUPLEX! Frank bridges up with his neck. ONE... TWO... NO! JINGUS comes in and breaks up the count. Frank tries capitalizing on his team's advantage by going up to the top. But The Sadist nearly decapitates him on the way down with a BIG BOOT to the face! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Frank may be seriously hurt. He may have a concussion, perhaps even lost a tooth. He was attempting a top rope Soonerline but as we saw, it didn't work out the way he invisioned. COACH Of course it didn't work out the way he invisioned. His vision is blurred. The Sadist tags JINGUS in by slapping him across the chest, presumably to jack up the Devilman. JINGUS pulls Frank up by the hair and takes him up and over with a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Frankie comes in and kicks JINGUS in the face. The referee escorts Frankie back to his corner. He turns around and sees the Hitmen make another tag. Slick slaps his hands above his head, signaling a tag was indeed made. The Sadist fires Frank to the ropes. Just what Frank wanted -- another big boot. But it isn't just any big boot. The Sadist hits the near side, much faster than another wrestler who uses the same two moves, and drops the leg across the back of the neck! "HO-GAN!" "HO-GAN!" "HO-GAN!" A barage of Hulkamania bandanas are thrown into the ring. The Sadist grabs a handful and stuffs them in his mouth, then spits them out as he rolls Frank over and covers him. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Frankie pulls The Sadist off his brother. While the referee instructs Frankie to stay on the apron until he's tagged, Hell's Hitman make an exchange. COLE The referee shouldn't allow the tag since he didn't see it. COACH Uh, you wanna be the referee who has to tell either one of those monsters to get out of the ring? COLE Good point. Frank whipped to the ropes. JINGUS sets down, and Frank goes over with a sunset flip, but he struggles bringing the big man down. JINGUS lifts Frank up by the HEAD and slams him to the mat. CLAW SLAM! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Again, Frankie gets involved, coming in and kicking JINGUS in the face. He quickly steps back out, wanting no part of another lecture from the referee. Scoope and a slam from JINGUS. The Devilman gets good air as he delivers a legdrop down onto the sternum of the Man of Tomorrow. JINGUS with a textbook cover -- lateral press, hooking the leg, etc -- but only gets a two count. He scoopes the Okie up and shoots him off to the ropes. JINGUS raises the boot in the air, but Frank goes underneath and catches JINGUS turning around with more of a HEADSCISSORS TAKEOVER than a Frankensteiner, as demonstrated by JINGUS who no sells the move and obliterates Frank with a lariat. Frank brought back to his feet and sent into the corner, JINGUS following in with a big avalanche splash. JINGUS tags out in favor of the fresher man. To pick up more steam, JINGUS grabs his partner and flings him towards the corner in which Frank is positioned. But Frank moves out of the way and The Sadist hits hard in the corner. Frank wipes out JINGUS with a Soonerline! The Sadist stumbles out of the corner, his back facing Frank, who delivers a sick HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! The crowd on their feet, howling in anticipation of the tag. Frankie itching to come in. And...there's the tag! "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The Psycho Gremlin now the legal man. Frankie rocks JINGUS with a big right hand. Irish whip. Baaaaaaack bodydrop. Frankie follows up by knocking the Devilman off his feet with a Soonerline. The Sadist caught sneaking behind Frankie with a hip toss. Frankie shoves The Sadist into the corner and climbs up on the middle turnbuckle, where he drives the fist into the forehead. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... JINGUS nails Frankie from behind with a clubbering clothesline. He sets himself under Frankie and pulls him out of the corner in a powerbomb position. The crowd stirs as The Sadist climbs to the top. He leaps...and is CAUGHT in MID-AIR! Overhead belly-to-belly suplex! But JINGUS still finishes off the powerbomb. COLE Oh, my! What a counter! Hell's Hitmen were going to finish Frankie off with their devastating Viya con Dios double-team maneuver, but Frankie countered in mid-air with a release belly-to-belly suplex. COACH Frankie's down as well, Mikey. If they would've hit their move, it would be over. What Frankie did was save himself from getting pinned immediately after the clothesline. JINGUS sees The Sadist lying in a fetal position after taking the mid-air suplex. He starts kicking his own partner upside the head trying to bring him back to his senses. JINGUS picks The Sadist up and throws him down onto Frankie. ONE... TWO.... THREE-- NO! Frank breaks up the pin. JINGUS blindsides the Man of Tomorrow. The two begin trading blows. Each man rocking the other with haymakers. Frank gains the upper hand and sends JINGUS reeling to the ropes, the only thing keeping the Devilman up at this point. The Sadist charges Frank, who hears the rumbling footsteps and moves out of the way just as The Sadist raises the boot and kicks JINGUS in the face! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" JINGUS tumbles over the top to the floor. Frank drills The Sadist across the back of the neck with a forearm shot. He lifts the 320 pounder up on his shoulders and positions himself near the corner, his back facing the turnbuckles. Frankie goes all the way up and connects with the TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match... THE SOONER BRUUUUUISERRRRRSSSS! Slick Johnson raises the Sooner Bruisers arms in victory. JINGUS pulls The Sadist out of the ring and whallops him with a right hand. The Sadist fires back. JINGUS with a knee to the gut. He grabs The Sadist's by the head and rams him into the ring steps. The Sadist shakes it off and throws JINGUS into the ringpost. He pulls him back and clothesline JINGUS over the guardrail. The fans go crazy as Hell's Hitmen brawl with each other in the crowd. OAOAST security lead by Carl Winslow storm the crowd to separate the fighting partners. COACH What is with that? Are those guys crazy or what? CABOOSE If we thought their attitudes were bad after a loss, imagine what they'd do after a win. COACH Heh. The Sooner Bruisers talk into the cameras, begging for an answer from the South Central Militia. COLE While the Sooner Bruisers wait to hear the answer to their challenge, we still have more to come. Stay with us. We're live from Montreal.

If it's okay with Eski, Sooner Bruisers vs. Hell's Hitmen.

Even if I wasn't, it would be too late now, wouldn't it? You're right though, it would of been the pefect time. Could've done it as soon as last week and save most of the drama. I'm sure you would've repaid the favor by dropping the belt to me. This is the part where I'd use another smiley, but I've been OD'ing on smiley's lately, so I won't use another here. As for NYU, I guess he thought we wouldn't run Hoff's promo as is and decided not to send in his stuff.

As PK said, this week's show was definitely interesting. The opening interview was right out of Vince Russo's reality booking era. While I believe Russo was onto something, like the Edge/Lita/Matt Hardy triangle, the execution was poor. The promo itself was very well-written, but I felt the insider references should of been kept out. That could've been handled in a much better way than breaking kayfabe on what's supposed to be a live show. It left the others scrambling to make sense out of a chaotic situation, and Zack and the gang did a tremendous job. Honorable mentions to Popick and PK. Popick for stopping the bleeding, and PK for doing a helluva job maintaining continuity during the Alf-Calvin backstage segment. I thought for sure we had let one slip by with Calvin appeared after he was supposed to be held up in his office. Fortunately we did not. The matches themselves were all good. Now that we've lost two of our big singles stars, the women's and tag divisions become even more important to the OAOAST. I thought Zack liked Shane Douglas and Brian Pillman, because he sure was channeling Sting in the backstage segment with PK, if you know what I mean. Though his promo later on was one of those which make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Yeah it's engaging in a pissing contest, but emotions were running high. Higher than a eagle. I'll be honest with you, I marked out for Brodie's ambush on Ashley. Don't know why, I just did. Funny bit with Matthews using his "cutting-edge technology" to listen in to the conversation between PK & Cal. HeldDown became SmackDown when Dan used the ropes for leverage to get the 1-2-3. Congrats to Parka for becoming the new HI-YAH World Champion. The Love Shack wasn't as good as last week's show, but it was still fun to read. Great lines throughout.

Austin stunned Vince and his family. Since J.R. is Austin's buddy, he'll probably use that to get back at him.

So we're running with the promos uncensored? I think it's a good idea. Get everything over with. I spoke with Hoff via PM, and here's what he has to say. I honestly believe he'll want to come back at some point. And hell, at this point I think we'll take anyone but ZsasZ (or however it's spelled) back.