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We cut backstage as the camera focuses on a closed door in the locker room. A click is heard and the door swings open, revealing the challenger for tonight’s main event, Peter Knight, dressed in street clothes. The fairly partisan Fenway crowd roars as he walks into the locker room, bag slung over his shoulder. He sits in front of his locker and unzips it, pulling out his singlet, his pants and his X-Division title belt, which he looks into for a few seconds before placing it on the top shelf. He looks into his bag once more and starts to reach in for something, but he hesitates. Looking up, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head, drawing his arm back from the bag and zipping it up. He grabs his singlet and pants once more as the scene fades out. COLE Stephen Joseph and Tony Brannigan are going to start us off here folks. These two have quite the history going back to the very first days of the company. COACH That's right, they shook the house down with a 60 minute Iron Man Match that ended with a tie! They were once very good friends, but now their differences of opinion over the direction of the company have broken that bond. CABOOSE Gooooo TONY! Stephen Joseph slaps out his arm, twitching his fingers and limbering up, darting left and right sizing up Tony, who's gained a bit of muscle mass due to his heavy wrestling schedule. Tony plays a calm collected veteran, sizing up his anxious opponent. With a simple wrist motion, Tony calls in Stephen Joseph to a standard lockup. Stephen struggles in the collarbone tieup, and Tony gets ready to push him down with a forceful push. SJ decides instead to dip to his right, pulling Tony along by using his fall as deadweight. Tony flops onto his stomach closer to the PR/SJ corner. Stephen immediately sinches in a headlock before Tony can get himself up. SJ is laying out full length with his feet under the ropes. COACH Stephen's working the neck as part of his and PR's gameplan, both of their movesets focus in on the neck and shoulder regions. Tony starts slapping the mat, wriggling a bit to undermine the locked hands and elbow wrench Stephen has on him. He gains a bit of room, and moves his left arm from under SJ to over SJ, and begins to club on the back of SJ's head. SJ quickly breaks the hold and drops a quick elbow. Tony ROLLS OUT OF THE way. He deftly picks SJ up and in one fluid motion hits a Russian Leg Sweep, sending SJ back first into the mat. Tony thinks about another Russian Leg Sweep, picking SJ back up. He takes too long though, and SJ cups his neck with his elbow and falls backward, Reverse DDT! SJ with a quick cover across Tony's shoulders, getting a 1 count!. Tony kicks out quickly but SJ is relentless, hitting several quick shots flush to Tony's jaw, backing him towards PR! Stephen Joseph tags in PR while holding Tony in the corner, exposing his ribs for PR to land a hard left shot! Cole Classic double team tactics here folks. Isolate your opponent in the corner. PR unloads with some rights and lefts as the ref begins his five count. At 4, Puerto tags back in SJ, who pulls back on Tony's neck to allow PR a perfect chopping opportunity WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SJ enters between the ropes and slaps PR on the back, the pull Tony out and double whip him across the ring, and when he comes back they flapjack him across the top rope, drawing the ref's admonishment, the crowd's gasp, air away from Tony, and boosting their ego. SJ doesn't let this momentum get in the way though, he's not celebrating. SJ tags back in Puerto and sends Tony across the ring with an Irish Whip. As Tony comes back, PRL has positioned himself on the ring apron, holding the ropes perpendicular to Tony's route. SJ executes a perfect drop toe hold and rolls away, with Puerto Rico coming over the top rope with an over the top rope helo legdrop on the back of Tony's neck. Dan Black cringes in the corner as the ref asks SJ to leave the ring. He does, but immediately Puerto tags SJ back in. A groggy Tony is slowly picked up by Puerto, almost to the three count as SJ scales the top turnbuckle. Puerto places Tony into the Electric Chair position, and SJ comes off the top, the pair hitting a DOOMSDAY DEVICE~! SJ covers as Puerto slides back to their corner. 1! 2! 3! NO! Tony gets a shoulder up at the last moment. Dan starts to clap in his corner, drawing the fans together for loud stomping and cheering. SJ turns to glare at Dan Black, and callously pulls Tony up, signaling for the Synchronicity Driver! COACH This could be over fast folks! Both hands clasped around Tony 's throat, Stephen smiles, but Tony clears his head for a brief moment and grabs SJ's waist, picking him up and driving him down with the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! Both men are down! COLE Both men are down! Can Tony Brannigan make the tag to the fresh Dan Black? 1! 2! Tony eyes look up to see Dan's hand straining halfway across the ring. 3! 4! 5! Tony starts crawling as SJ begins to stir... 6! Almost there 7! SJ gets to his feet and lunges for Tony! TAG CABOOSE Time to go to school Dan! COLE Hot tag to Dan Black! The crowd is cheering! SJ backs up but Dan won't have any of it, Rights and lefts from Dan, backing SJ into the ropes. Dan shoots SJ across, and with a back body drop to boot! PR faints coming in, drawing the ref over and Dan Black as well. Stephen darts a low blow behind the ref's back, and hooks a leg. 1! 2! NO KICKOUT! Stephen slaps the mat, coming so close after cheating to almost win. He yells at the ref for a few moments, turning his back to Dan Black. COLE So close right there, but cheaters don't win. COACH Bush DID! Stephen recants and turns his attention back to Dan Black, but Black is right there with a THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE FROM THE ARCTIC DEPTHS OF DESPAIR (okay, I'm stretching here, but damn it was a nice clothesline). Dan Black pulls SJ over to HIS corner, and makes the tag to Tony Brannigan. They both whip SJ out towards the middle of the ring, but pull him back and into a DOUBLE ROCK BOTTOM~! Tony B with the cover! 1 2! 2 and a half....! 3! NO! The sly SJ got his foot on the rope! Tony spares no time to tagging back in Dan Black, sending SJ across the ring. Tony lifts SJ up flapjack style, and Dan connects with a BLACKOUT (Diamond Cutter). CABOOSE YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Dan with the cover! 1! 2! NO! Broken up by PR! Dan chases PR out of the ring, yelling and gawking. SJ rather, groggily, starts to get up and notices Dan's back is to him. With all his strength SJ slaps on a full-nelson and tilts over into a FINALITY~! COACH That's the ticket! SJ, near his corner, makes his way crawling over to HOT TAG PR! Puerto Rican catches Dan just getting up with a high knee lift, then runs a big time elbow right into the jaw of Tony Brannigan. He turns back to a staggering Dan Black, locks in a waistlock, and sends Dan Black over with...not 1, not 2, but 3 ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES! PR stands around to cheer himself, and the crowd cheers back. But it's because Tony is behind him, and when PR turns around, Tony his HIM with a true OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE. But SJ is behind him, and slaps on the full-nelson again, and hits TONY BRANNIGAN with the Finality. SJ cheers and whoops and hollers, and turns right into Dan getting up and hitting THE BLACKOUT again! SJ just falls faint to the mat. Dan stands up, and looks to the crowd, but Puerto Rican comes over and grabs Dan across his body, delivering PR clears house, Tony out of NoWhere with the OUT OF BODY, SJ from behind with the FINALITY, and Black with the Black out, and by this time PRL is groggy but gets the CORP NIGHTMARE! Puerto Rico stands and applauds, but a masked man runs out from the ringside area. He scales the turnuckle as PR turns around, and hits him with a crossbody, and then a standing 450 splash! COLE Spanish Fly! Spanish Fly! CABOOSE Yes! No! Yes! No! COACH I can't believe that! No! Tony comes back in and tags himself in from a near out Black, and slaps down a FROSTBITE FACELOCK to Puerto Rico! The crowd can't believe this, but Puerto's got his arm raised! He's going to! He's going to! Puerto's arm falls after 20 seconds in the FaceLock! The ref checks on him, The Arm Falls one! The Arm Falls Twice! The Arm! Does it? Will it! SJ's back in the ring. He dives over. 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 CHIMEL Ladies and gentleman, your winner by submission, TONY BRANNIGAN AND DAN BLACK, BLACK TEEEEEEEEEE!!! COLE WHATTA MATCH! CABOOSE DAMN POPICK SHOULDVE LOST NOT PRL ARRRRGHHH! COACH Talk like a pirate day was like last week matey. CABOOSE I hate you. October 30, 2005

COLE Right now, let's send it to "Mean" Gene Okerlund, who's in the ring! OKERLUND All right, thank you Michael Cole. My guest at this time, he is the OAOAST Heartland champion, Alfdogg! Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alf makes his way to the ring, getting a tremendous reaction from the Fenway crowd. Alf turns to face the fans sitting atop the Red Monster and raises his belt in the air. Alf steps in the ring, with his belt over his shoulder. OKERLUND All right Alf, this past Thursday night, you issued an open challenge for anyone to face you for your Heartland title right here tonight at Fenway Park. But I can't help but notice you're not in your wrestling gear, Alf, what's the deal? ALF Well, Okerlund...I hate to break this to everyone here, but I'm not in my wrestling gear tonight, because I'm not wrestling tonight. *crowd starts to boo* ALF You see, once again, everyone in the back was too afraid to take me up on my challenge. So it was either wrestle another jobber in a non-title match, like I did on Thursday, or come out here and talk to you, and address the issue to everyone here at Fenway Park. *crowd cheers* ALF And I think the choice was obvious. And now, I HAVE to have an opponent this Thursday on HeldDOWN, or I have to forfeit my Heartland championship for failure to meet the 30-day period. And I don't think any of these people want to see that happen to me. *crowd boos, but they're booing in agreement with Alf. Because they like him, you see.* ALF So I have something to say to our "honorable" General Manager, Mr. Szechstein...you know what, Okerlund? This isn't good enough. This interview is over. I think this is something Mr. Szechstein needs to hear in person. *With that, Alf leaves the ring as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon plays, presumably headed for the office of HeldDOWN GM Calvin Szechstein.* With her big title defence just moments away, OAOAST World Women's Champion Ashley Street looks noticeably nervous as she walks through the backstage area and towards the arena. Before she can get to the curtains though, she's stopped in her tracks by everyone's favourite resident tool, Josh Matthews. MATTHEWS Ashley! Ashley, can we get a few words on your title defence tonight before you go out there? Triple Threat Rules, but obviously it's a lot more complicated than that. Are you expecting it to be a true triple threat match, or preparing for a handicap match? ASHLEY Well, it's pretty obvious why this benefactor wanted this match. If you think Valerie and Constance aren't going to team up tonight, you're going to be proven wrong pretty soon. But I'm ready for it. I know it's gonna be 2 on 1. I know the odds are stacked against me. And I'll be damned if this benefactor's gonna get what she wants. Only thing I hope is that Valerie and Constance have already been paid. See, they're gonna need that money to fix their faces after I kick their noses into the fourth row! Ashley storms off, leaving Matthews a little shocked at the intent in Ashley's words. Back to the arena we cut, as "Seether" by Veruca Salt hits as Valerie and Constance strut out onto the stage, smug as can be. The duo stop, raising their arms and soaking up the boos of the crowd, before they make their way down the aisle. Valerie stops midway, checking her hair is in place in the lens of a nearby camera, Constance seeing it and deciding she should do the same. BUFFER The following Triple Threat contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the OAOAST World Women's Championship. Introducing first, challengers one and two. Both hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota...weighing one hundred, fourty nine and one hundred, fourty six pounds respectively... CONSTANCE and VALERIE... THE MINNESOTAAAAAA... AAAAAANNGGGGEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Constance and Valerie slide into the ring and climb adjacent turnbuckles, raising their arms high to a totally negative reaction from the fans. The Angels sneer out at the fans, before leaping off the ropes and having a quick team conference. COLE I think that says it all right there. These two females, Valerie and Constance, are regular tag team partners. You can call this a triple threat match all you want, but I think Ashley and everyone else for that matter knows different. Valerie and Constance are used to teaming up. They're not used to competing against each other. And I doubt they want to compete against each other. COACH But they'll have to eventually. So, they take Ashley Street, double-team her for the entire match...they can't BOTH win the title. COLE Maybe they have some sort of plan set out when it comes time to pin Ashley. I just can't see them competing against each other. They're probably being paid extra by this damn 'benefactor' not to attack each other. CABOOSE This benefactor isn't going to pay as much for as win as she would for a maiming though. I wouldn't be surprised if the deal was for Valerie and Constance to put Ashley out of action, injure her and then settle the match amically themselves once she's done with. "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT! THAT'S THE WAY YOU NEED IT! ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!" Suddenly, "Any Way You Want It" by Rise Against hits and the crowd come to their feet for the arrival of the Women's Champion! BUFFER And their opponent...from Evansville, Indiana. Weighing in at one hundred, fifty nine pounds...the OAOAST WORLD WOMEN'S CHAMPION... AAAAASSSHHHLLEEEEEYYYY... SSSSSSTTRRREEEEEEETT!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bursting through the curtains, Ashley doesn't drop a gear at all as she rushes down the aisle at full speed. Unstrapping her title on the way, the run continues right on into the ring, as she slides in and immediately tackles Valerie to the ground! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell is hurriedly rung by the referee, as Ashley starts to throw manic rights and lefts on the mounted Valerie. Valerie tries to cover up as Ashley keeps clubbing away, until Constance pulls her off with two handfuls of hair. Only to get tackled herself and to recieve some wild rights and lefts too! Valerie manages to shake off the cobwebs and help her regular partner out, attacking Ashley from behind and pulling her off of Constance. She then irish whips Ashley away. But she forgets about the Champion all too quickly as she concerns herself with helping Constance up, which she does just in time for Ashley to mow through them both with a double clothesline! Valerie goes flying out of the ring on contact, while Constance flops to the canvas. Ashley grabs Constance by the hair though, hauling her straight back up and backing her into the corner... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" A knifedge chop connects, Constance left gasping for breath... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" ...as Ashley lashes her a second time. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" And a third for good luck. COLE Ashley isn't backing down here! She's taking it to both Angels with no fear and no retreat! Constance moans in pain in the corner, but soon eats a stiff forearm to the face. And a second. Rocked, Constance can do nothing to stop herself being whipped out of the corner and into the opposite turnbuckles by Ashley. But before the Champ can follow up, Valerie sneaks back into the ring and clubs her from behind. Two, three and four sledges slam into Ashley's spine. Ashley shrugs them off though and nails Valerie with a back elbow to the jaw. She then grabs Valerie by the arm, whipping her across the ring and into her own partner in the corner! The Angels crack heads, Valerie staggering backwards as Constance falls seated in the corner. Charging forward, Street hits the ropes at the side and clotheslines down Valerie. She then turns a quick 360, diving at Constance and driving both feet into her jaw with the Face Lift (dropkick face wash)! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Ugh! Right to the face and poor Constance couldn't do anything to protect herself. COLE That one hundred fifty nine pounds coming down on your face, feet first! With Constance seeing stars and out of contention for the moment, Ashley turns back to her other opponent. Coming back to her feet, Valerie throws a desperation right hand. But she finds nothing but thin air as Ashley ducks, driving a knee into the gut. Grabbing the hair, Ashley then holds Valerie in position, before driving her knee up into Valerie's chest repeatedly, hitting at least six knee strikes before letting her collapse lifelessly to the mat. ASHLEY C'MOOOOOONN!!! Firing up the crowd, Ashley turns to follow up on Valerie. She has to take a detour though, as Constance stumbles over looking to help out her partner in crime. Ashley evades Constance's lunge though, ducking behind and dropping The Minnesota Angel with a quick belly to back suplex. Back up to her feet is Valerie too. But she's still winded from the knee strikes and Ashley is able to skirt behind her, hooking Valerie up much like Constance...but adding a little more snap to the move, folding Valerie up with a Backdrop Suplex!! Valerie uncoils, straight into a lateral press by Ashley... 1... 2... Broken up by Constance! COLE There's the save. Ashley stands no chance of winning this match unless she gets rid of one Angel and leaves herself alone with the other. Ashley is brought up with some help from Constance, who decides fishhooking the mouth of the OAOAST Champion is a good idea. Until that is she starts howling in pain and stamping her feet, trying to alert the referee that Ashley is biting her finger. Before the referee can get a good look, Ashley lets Constance free and snaps off a quick mule kick into the gut to double Constance over. Applying a front facelock, Ashley then sets up Constance for a vertical suplex. Constance is able to shift off to the left, landing behind Ashley and applying a waistlock. Quickly Ashley connects with a back elbow. A second elbow is ducked though, Ashley spinning around into Northern Lights position but soon freeing herself with a knee lift to the face! She then ducks into Constance and uses the Northern Lights Suplex herself... 1... 2... Broken up by Valerie! COLE And again, the save is made by the other Angel...Ashley is holding her own, but she's unable to keep one of the Angels down for long enough to pin the other. Valerie is up quickly and stomps away on Ashley before she can pull herself up. Reaching down, she then starts to pull Ashley up to her feet. Once at her knees, Ashley rocks Valerie with a forearm to the gut. Valerie continues to pull the Champ up. But another forearm connects, allowing Ashley to tumble behind with a sunset flip pin... 1... 2... Valerie shifts her weight, sitting atop Ashley... 1... 2... Ashley counters back into the sunset pin... 1... 2... Suddenly, Constance arrives behind Ashley, taking her over from the sunset pin and cradling her into a crucifix... 1... 2... Ashley kicks out, rolling through to her feet. As she charges, Ashley then ducks a clothesline from Constance, contuining on and PLOUGHING through Valerie as she begins to sit up with a running knee strike!! The crowd gasp, as Ashley turns on her heels and tackles a charging Constance, just muscling her back until the turnbuckles drive their way into the challengers spine! Constance slumps into the turnbuckles, as Ashley backs up and follows in with a clothesline, further knocking the wind from Constance. CABOOSE This is all well and good, but Ashley needs to focus on one Angel. Going up against both of them single handedly is only going to work for so long before The Angels finally re-group and team up. COLE That's the danger for the Champion. The longer this match goes, the more tired she will be because she's having to do all the work, while Valerie and Constance can split work and rest between them. Although, at the moment, it's not working. Ashley drags Valerie up by the hair again. Meeting Constance on the way up too, Ashley takes the two and slams the Minnesota Angels' heads together. Ashley then tosses Constance aside and out of the ring, focusing on Valerie with another stiff forearm strike. Followed by a second. And a third, causing Valerie to stumble around the ring with her equilibrium shot to pieces. While Valerie is off balance, Ashley takes advantage by hitting the ropes. Brushing past Valerie, she then hits the ropes in front and tries to finish things with a fourth, momentum dirven forearm. Valerie ducks at the last second though! Stumbling through, Ashley keeps on running as Constance appears on the apron in front of her. But her forearm is avoided again, Constance ducking down and dropping Ashley throat-first across the top rope! Back snaps Ashley, Valerie lying in wait with a knee to the kidneys. Hooking the head, Valerie then cradles the leg as well and dives back with a Golden Gate Swing (Fisherman's Neckbreaker) that drops Ashley on the back of her neck violently! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd get on The Angels case as Constance re-enters the ring, telling Valerie to have a break while she applies a Camel Clutch on Ashley. Constance pulls back, making sure to put torque on the neck as she applies the hold. Already, the Champion looks in serious pain, reaching for the ropes in a futile attempt. "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" COLE These fans are trying to gather behind Ashley Street...and she needs all the support she can get! CABOOSE Come on Mickey. Unless these idiots storm the ring, all they're going to do is make a noise. How's that going to help Ashley Street in a wrestling match? COLE It'll give her something to work for! CABOOSE Besides the belt and the winners money? Pulling back on the hold, Constance leaves Ashley's arms at her side to focus on the neck. Ashley is determined not to give in and pushes to all fours, ready to try and attempt an escape. A sudden crossface catches her across the bridge of the nose though, dropping her back down. Constance re-applies the hold soon after, while Valerie has recovered and is easing herself up to the middle rope. Seeing her partner setting something up, Constance stands up and brings up Ashley, holding her in place while Valerie comes off the ropes. Driving the right hand into Ashley's temple, Valerie falls to her knees after the move, still affected by the forearms. Meanwhile, Constance pushes Ashley, forward into the turnbuckles. She then crouches down and positions herself underneath the Women's Champion, using all her strength to hoist Ashley up into an Electric Chair position! COLE Now that's impressive strength! Ashley is no lightweight, but Constance is holding her up with seeming ease! Seeming ease apart from her legs shaking violently. Constance keeps Ashley hoisted up though, managing to walk slowly and very carefully out from the corner. Stepping behind her partner, Valerie looks up at Ashley and waits until Constance is in position, before giving a shout. A shout which prompts Constance to suddenly fall backwards. And as both women come down, Valerie is in perfect position to catch Constance off of the Electric Chair with a Falling Neckbreaker!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" CABOOSE Fantastic double-team move! COLE I told you, it's a damn handicap match! The Angels climb back up together and exchange a high-five, the match clearly going their way now after a rough opening. But now, with Ashley seemingly ready to be pinned, The Angels don't seem sure what to do next. Valerie looks inquisitively at Constance, who seems to be saying she'll make the pin. Valerie of course wants to make the pin too. So The Angels, unable to decide on who'll get the pin, decide instead to pull Ashley back to her feet and go for something else. "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" Valerie is back in charge now and pulls Ashley to her feet, stepping behind the World Women's Champion in back suplex position. And, after a brief struggle, she manages to get Ashley up. Instead of dropping back, Valerie turns Ashley towards the corner and sits her on the top turnbuckle, holding her up so she doesn't fall back just yet. With Ashley sat up top, Valerie turns her back to the Champ, holding her in hang(wo)man's neckbreaker position. Desperately Ashley fires off side elbows in an attempt to escape the move, doing so eventually and causing Valerie to stumble away. Grabbing the top rope, Ashley is then able to sit up, sitting herself on the top turnbuckle. But she doesn't reckon on Constance replacing her partner, hooking Ashley's head and dropping her with a sick Hang(wo)man's Neckbreaker from the top!! COACH DAYYUM~! COLE For a moment there, I thought you'd gone Coach. How we miss your input. With Ashley done, Constance drags her away from the ropes...and after checking Valerie is still tending to her throbbing head, Constance hooks a leg and makes the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Constance fumes at the referee before bringing Ashley up again, backing her in the corner. Groggy but up, Valerie positions herself opposite the corner. And waits, until Constance whips Ashley out of the corner and into an STO! Wasting no time, Valerie makes an immediate cover before Constance can do anything to stop her partner... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Ashley kicks out! And Constance doesn't look too disappointed at that to be honest. Together, The Minnesota Angels pull Ashley back to her feet once again and set up for another double team. Constance applies a standing headscissors and motions for Valerie to go to the turnbuckles, which she does. Valerie then climbs to the middle rope, as Constance lifts Ashley for a Piledrive...NO, Ashley blocks. Clinging on desperately to the leg, Ashley tries to hold off the Spike Piledriver attempt. But Valerie comes off the middle rope with a double axehandle to the back, weakening up Ashley again. "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" The fans are still routing behind the Champion, but she looks in dire straights as Constance picks her up for the Piledriver again...NO, blocked again! Constance clubs away at Ashley to weaken her up again and for the third time, makes the attempt to lift her up. But again Ashley blocks and this time trips up Constance! Panicking on the ropes, Valerie has to re-adjust and leaps towards Ashley...just as Ashley falls back, catapulting Constance... *OOF!* ...and causing The Minnesota Angels to collide in mid-air!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" All three women are down now, with the referee checking on all three. And with none of the three showing signs of response, he has no choice but to lay a count on. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" COLE The ref's starting his count and if all three women stay down, Ashley obviously retains on a draw... "FOUR!" COLE ...but if either Constance or Valerie get up, I assume whoever gets up will be the Women's Champion by default! "FIVE!" "SIX!" Constance begins to stir first, pulling herself up on the ropes while Ashley is also showing some signs of movement. Meanwhile, Valerie is still down and still motionless. "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NI...THEY'RE UP!" Both Constance and Ashley reach their feet at the same time and turn to meet each other. Constance strikes first with a right hand. Ashley throws a right hand back. Constance retaliates with a forearm. But so does Ashley. Forearm from Constance. Forearm from Ashley. Forearm from Constance. Forearm by Ashley...forearm again by Ashley. Again, again and again she connects as a sudden rush of adrenaline flows through the champion's blood! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Constance is backed up on the ropes and Ashley fires off one last forearm strike, before whipping the challenger off the ropes. Still Valerie is down, leaving no-one to stop Ashley from executing a Powerslam on Constance, straight into a pin Road Warrior style... 1... 2... Kickout! Back to her feet, Ashley is still riding on adrenaline as she catches Constance in a side headlock. Ashley fires a quick right hand into the forehead for good measure, before walking out a couple of steps and dropping to one knee with a modified facebuster! COLE Ashley's firing back now, but she has to get this victory quickly, because Valerie is beginning to stir in the corner. Seeing that clearly, Ashley knows she has no time to waste. And while Constance is stunned on one knee, Ashley rushes into the corner and gets herself a run-up before sprinting at Constance, springing off the knee and firing a toe kick into the face of the challenger!! COLE SHINING I HATE YOUR FACE!! COACH She's gotta make the cover!! And Ashley does so right on cue... 1... 2... TH.. ...VALERIE BREAKS THE COUNT!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Damnit that would have been all! This is ridiculous, Ashley can't overcome these odds! Valerie helps Ashley up and backs her into the corner, choking the Women's Champion which earns her a reprimand from the referee. She breaks quickly enough, more concerned with doing damage to the neck. Grabbing Ashley by the neck, Valerie slams the back of her head into the top turnbuckle. And a second time! Ashley is hurting now, as Valerie sets her up again, taking a moment to taunt the crowd...which proves a moment too long, as Ashley suddenly turns the stand around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" ...and lashes her with a quick flurry of chops. Valerie shakes and quivers in the corner, but suddenly gets pulled out by Ashley and into a short drop-toe-hold. Face bouncing off the canvas, Valerie remains down as Ashley hurriedly hooks up the leg and grabs on a crossface, applying an STF submission hold on Valerie!! COLE She's got Valerie!! But Constance is recovering and unless she forces a tap-out quickly, Ashley is yet again a sitting duck! CABOOSE Man, are you ever pessimistic! Ashley wrenches back on the head of Valerie, trying with all her might to force the challenger to give it up... ...and Valerie looks in a whole world of pain, reaching out for the ropes and finding nothing. Ashley pulls back again, growling with intensity, crossfacing Ashley as much as possible with the hold... ...to force her hand to hover over the canvas... ...and... ...IT'S BROKEN UP BY CONSTANCE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Constance quickly applies a cravaté hold on Ashley, pulling her to her feet. She drives in some knees on the way up to keep Ashley weakened, while Valerie rolls out of the ring. Keeping the cravaté on, Constance turns back to the centre of the ring and kicks away repeatedly at the back of Ashley's knee. Eventually, Ashley is forced onto one knee, but she refuses to go without a fight and starts to throw elbows back into the stomach of the Minnesota Angel. Eventually Constance releases the cravaté, instead applying a side headlock. Ashley goes to the gut again though, then bringing Constance into the ropes and shooting her across the ring. On the way back, Constance suddenly drops down, prompting Ashley to run and vault over her. Ashley now comes off the ropes, throwing out a Lariat... ...ducked by Constance, who grabs Ashley's head and snaps her down with a Neckbreaker across her right knee!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Ashley remains seated after the short ride and the bad landing, but is quickly pulled back up by Constance, into a standing headscissors. COLE Package Piledriver! We're going to have a new champion! Underhooking one arm, Constance tries for the other. Ashley fights it but finds her arm hooked anyway. So she suddenly lifts back and backdrops Constance over, bridging on top with a jacknife pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE NO, ONLY TWO!! CABOOSE Just like the Gauntlet Match...only this time, Constance kicked out!! Both women scramble to their feet, Constance quickly burying a boot to the gut of Ashley and pointing to her temple, letting the world know just how smart she is. Before going after the arms again. One arm gets hooked and the second follows quickly afterwards, the Package Piledriver all set... ...until Ashley backdrops her way out!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Constance pulls herself up, but Ashley is waiting...ducking underneath a clothesline, snaring the arm and snapping Constance over with a super-sudden Exploder Suplex!! Unfolding, Constance lies looking up at the lights as Ashley slumps on top with the makeshift pin... 1... 2... JUST TWO!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" Still not done, Constance pulls herself up on the ropes again. She doesn't stay there long though, as Ashley charges and leaves her feet with a less than majestic dropkick, that sends Constance crashing out through the ropes and to the floor. But if Ashley was expecting a reprieve, she's in for a shock as from behind, Valerie creeps up and kicks her in the gut. Hooking the arm through the legs, Valerie applies the Pumphandle, preparing to finish Ashley off. But Ashley is able to throw her head up and headbutt Valerie, dazing the Angel and allowing Ashley to carefully lift her leg over the intertwined arms, escaping the pumphandle. With the arms still held, Ashley then ducks behind Valerie. Arms locked in a X across her body, the groggy Valerie tries to struggle free. But she suddenly finds herself going up and over, into a Straightjacket German Suplex, with a bridge... 1... ...no, Ashley can'd hold the bridge...but she can cradle Valerie up tightly... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE SHE GOT IT!! CABOOSE Damn it! Where the hell did that come from!?! COLE Ashley Street with a unique suplex and despite the bad neck, she got herself on top with the pin one way or another...and those three seconds where only one Angel was around were crucial in the end! Ashley rolls off of Valerie and straight on out of the ring, not hanging around for Constance to come back and gather some revenge. The referee retrieves the Women's Title, handing it to Ashley who takes it and wastes no time in leaving, while Constance rolls into the ring and throws herself a mini-hissy fit at her partner's defeat. BUFFER Your winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST World Womens Champion... AAAAASSSHHHHLLLLLEEEEEEYYYYY... SSSSTTRRRREEEEEEEEEEEETT!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Ashley quickly skirts off down the aisle, belt raised high above her head as she goes. The crowd are all applauding Ashley and judging from the smile on her face, she feels completely vindicated now. The benefactor didn't get what she wanted. All that money. Wasted. *CRACK!* COLE Hey...WHAT THE HELL!?! Suddenly, Ashley goes sprawling forwards as a steel chair crashes into the back of her head. The title goes flying and Ashley is motionless, as the camera pans up to show the cuplrit...a masked person, clearly a woman, standing with chair in hand! COLE Who the hell is that!?! CABOOSE How am I supposed to know, she's wearing a freaking mask! Whoever it is, the masked attacker runs for the hills, the damage done, leaving Ashley Street motionless on the rampway as the directors wisely decide to cut away to something else.

BUFFER The opening contest LIVE on Dirty Deeds is tag team action and it is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by their manager Jim Cornette, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, the former two-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... THE NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! Jim Cornette leads his men, in matching silver vests, to the ring while "Chase" blares in the background. The Midnight pose on the turnbuckles. CUE: "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter The Sooner Bruisers receive a warm welcome as they make their way to the ring, jacked up to the max. BUFFER Their opponents. From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in tonight at a total of 525 pounds, THE SOONER BRUISERS! Frankie chases the Midnights and Cornette around the ring, causing them to bail outside. The Bruisers call the Midnights into the ring, but Cornette advises his men to wait it out. Charles Robinson, the referee in charge of this contest, escorts the Bruisers to their assigned corner. The Midnights return to the ring, sticking close together. Both teams with some last-minute words in their respective corners. The crowd ROARS as Charles Robinson calls for the bell. * DING DING * COLE Here we go. Dirty Deeds is officially underway. Sarcastic" Simon Singleton and the "Psycho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner starting out for their respective teams. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Frankie easily scooping Simon up and slamming him down to the canvas. Simon goes right back at Frankie, and again is slammed. If he didn't learn his lesson the first time, he damn did the second time. COACH The scary thing about Frankie is his raw power. I don't think the guy truly knows how strong he is. Then again, it makes sense that he wouldn't know because Oklahoma isn't exactly a breeding ground for brain power. Inbred, yes. Brain power, no. Simon walks over to his corner to converse with his partner and Jim Cornette. He leaves the impromptu strategy session very confident. Simon and Frankie lock back up, with Simon grabbing a go-behind wristlock. Frankie immediately counters with a full armdrag and twist into a fireman's carry takeover. He follows up with a snapmare takeover into a reverse chinlock that is countered into a hammerlock by Simon. Singleton with a go-behind double-leg takedown into a side headlock. Frankie rises up to a knee and fires a couple of rights into the gut, prompting a warning from referee Charles Robinson over the use of the closed fist. Singleton sent into the ropes. He's greeted on the way back by a shoulderblock tackle. Frankie hits the near side and catches Simon going up for a leapfrog with a POWERSLAM! "YEEEAAAHHH!" Frankie drops on all fours and... "OWWW! OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWW!" ...howls, as Simon drags himself over to his corner, signaling for a time out. Jim Cornette massages his shoulders, while pointing at the Bruisers and calling them every name in the book. Ned reaches over the top and asks for the tag. Simon gives the Ned-Man want he wants, tagging in the "Handsome Hustler." Blanchard struts to the center of the ring apron and swings over the top rope into the ring. He walks over to the Bruisers' corner and mocks the "Man of Tomorrow" with bodybuilding poses, suggesting the upgraded male has a small ding-a-ling. CABOOSE Heh. I must hand it to the Handsome Hustler, he thinks he's better than EVERYBODY. But I don't think I'd want to question big Frank's manhood like that. COLE Frank begging for the tag. Pleading for his brother to tag him in. And he does. This should be real interesting, guys. Both men obsess over a woman they can't have. COACH You mean Holly-Wood? COLE Yeah. COACH Well, you know, The Coach hears if you have the right amount of-- COLE All right, that's enough. Frank poses for Ned, who's not all that impressed. Frank draws a line with his foot mid-ring, daring Ned to come face him man to man. Ned draws the wrath of the fans and Frank by pretending to step up only to walk back to his corner. The fans showering the New New Midnight Express with boos as they talk things over. Ned looks into the camera with a smirk on his face and says: "Now I'm ready." As Frank and Ned are about to lockup, Ned cheapshots his opponent with a kick to the mid-section. Blanchard grabs a side headlock, but Frank quickly shoots him off to the ropes. The two gear up for a collision mid-ring, with Frank winning out by knocking Ned off his feet with a shoulderblock. Ned rushes back to his feet, hitting the near side. * BOOM * Once again, he's unable to knock Frank off his feet. It doesn't stop him from trying again, though. Blanchard hits the far side, and again experiences the same result. But that still doesn't deter Ned, who hits the ropes yet again. * BOOM * Ned's like, "the hell with this," and locks up with Frank. Frank with a snapmare takeover into a half-nelson. Blanchard rises up to his feet and takes the big man down with a drop toehold. He floats over and applys a front facelock, reversed into a hammerlock. Both men now on their feet, Frank turns the hammerlock into a double chicken-wing. Unable to break the hold himself, Ned wraps his leg around the middle rope to cause the break. Frank gives Ned a hard "love tap" as he backs away. Ned doesn't appreciate that. He throws a kick at Frank, but Frank catches the leg and sends Ned falling through the ropes to the outside with a back elbow to the jaw. Ned quickly slides back in the ring and walks right into a double-leg takedown. Frank mounts on top of him and begins pummeling the Handsome Hustler with vicious forearms to the side of the face. As he looks to land another blow, referee Charles Robinson grabs Frank's cocked arm, allowing Ned to shove him off and bail out of the ring. *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* COLE The fans giving the Man of Tomorrow a rousing ovation. The Sooner Bruisers dominating the New New Midnight Express in the early going. The Midnights-- I don't know, they seem rattled. It's not like they haven't faced the Bruisers before, they have. CABOOSE I think you touched on an interesting point. The New New Midnight Express aren't used to facing the style impolyed by the Bruisers. The Bruisers use a high-impact, in your face, smash mouth brand of wrestling. A style the Midnights haven't seen since their feuded with Hell's Hitmen at the end of last year. COACH True. But as we all know, Jim Cornette has one of the best minds in the sport. I'm willing to bet Cole's Bar he'll be able to concoct a new plan to get his team in control of this match. Only a matter of time. And unless you're Orlando Jordan, matches don't end in seconds. Blanchard shakes off the cobwebs outside and climbs up the steps located at the end of the ramp. The Midnights and Cornette have another discussion in their corner, with Simon and Jim massaging Ned's arms. They pat Ned on the back as he goes back to lockup with the self-proclaimed Man of Tomorrow. Overhead wristlock applied by Ned. Blanchard uses his right leg to sweep Frank off his feet. With Frank's shoulders touching the mat, Charles Robinson goes down to count. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Frank displays a great deal of strength by BRIDGING up on his neck. "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" COLE Oh, what strength! That was our first pin of the match, if you can believe it. Ned starts trembling as Frank slowly begins overpowering him. Sarcastic Simon comes in to assist his partner, kicking Frank in the mid-section. Frank gets caught in a DOUBLE-TEAM OVERHEAD WRISTLOCK but doesn't panic. He coolly does a backflip and takes the Midnights up with an armdrag takeover. The Midnights quickly get back on their feet, running toward the corner after avoiding a Soonerline by Frank. Unfortunately for them, they run straight towards the Sooner Bruisers corner, where Frankie comes off the top with a SOONERLINE! "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" The Sooner Bruisers clothesline the New New Midnight Express over the top to the floor. The Bruisers pose for the crowd. Frank flexing his biceps from his knees, while Frankie howls on all fours. COLE On the outside, a distraught Jim Cornette waddles over to comfort his men. And by comfort, I mean whining for them to get up. Things certainly not going "according to Jim." Cornette FANS the Midnights with the tennis racket. He escorts his men back to their corner, where Ned tags out in favor of Simon. Frank remains the legal man for his team, having not taken much damage in his time in the ring. Simon stuns Frank with a kick to the mid-section. He hammers him across the back with a clubber forearm shot. He then tilts Frank's head back and... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" Singleton backs Frank up against the ropes and whips him across the ring. Simon distracts the ref, while Ned pulls down on the top rope, causing Frank to fall over the top onto the ramp. Cornette tosses the TENNIS RACKET to Ned, who uses it to jab Frank in the gut with the handle. He kicks it off the ramp and sets Frank up for piledriver on the ramp! COLE Oh, no! If he hits this, Frank is done. Maybe for his career. Frank counters with a back drop. He Soonerlines Ned's off the ramp. In the background, Simon springboards to the top rope. Frank turns around and catches Simon in mid-air with a... TILT-A-WHIRL SUPLEX ON THE RAMP! "OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" "YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!" Jim Cornette goes nuts after seeing Frank single-handedly take care of his Midnight Express. Frank front facelocks Simon and brings him back inside the ring, taking him over to his corner and making the tag to Frankie. The Psycho Gremlin kicks Singleton in the ribcage before taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Blanchard breaks it up. He and Frankie get into it, exchanging blows. Simon with a shot from behind. The New New Midnight Express now looking to hit a double-team suplex, but Frank won't allow it. He comes back into the ring and goes after Ned, kicking him in the mid-section. What started out with the Midnights going for a double-team maneuver ends with the Sooner Bruisers finishing the job with stereo belly-to-belly suplexes! COLE Frankie has Simon pinned, but the referee has to get Frank out first. One, two, three, four-- Oh, did the Midnights catch a break here. Frankie picks Simon up and fires him to the ropes. Ned sets up behind Frankie after Simon goes under a Soonerline. Simon hits a clothesline on Frankie, and he tumbles over Ned. DOUBLE GOOZLE! A double-team maneuver perfected by the Midnight Express. ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank pulls Simon off. While the referee scolds Frank for coming in illegally, Simon takes Frankie over to the NNMX corner and rams him head-first into the top turnbuckle. Frankie jerks his head back, unfazed by the blow! "YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!" Stunned expressions all around. The only one not stunned, besides Frankie, is Frank, who cheers his brother on from the other side of the ring. Simon chops... "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ...Frankie, then sends him back into the turnbuckle. Frankie absords the blow again. He looks at the Midnights, looking every bit the Psycho Gremlin he is with a devilish grin on his face. Simon sticks his index finger in Frankie's face, badmouthing the youngest member of the Sooner Bruisers. Simon SLAPS Frankie. "OOH!" An irate Psycho Gremlin responds with a fury of hard rights. He fights out of the corner with rights and back elbows, leveling Singleton with a Soonerline. He brings Simon back to his feet and gives the Sultan of Sarcasm a taste of his own medicine, sending him head-first into the top turnbuckle. Not just any turnbuckle, but the one located in the Bruisers corner. Frankie tags in the freshest man. Simon RAKES Frank in the eyes on the way in. He tries to surprise Frank off the far side with a cross bodyblock, but he gets caught. Frank backflips with Simon in his arms! COACH What do you call that? CABOOSE WHATAMANEUVER? COLE I don't know what that's called, but let's call it a standing moonsault bodyslam. Ned tries to get involved, but Frank nails him with an inverted atomic drop. Blanchard clotheslined to the outside. Singleton drilled in the face with a forearm smash to the jaw. The Bruisers get a two count out of it. Frank draws another nearfall with a T-Bone suplex. He whips Simon to the ropes. MILITARY PRESS SLAM! Frank kisses the peak of his bicep and drops the elbow across the sternum. ONE... TWO.... KICKOUT! Frank brings Simon back up in a front facelock. He clobbers Singleton across the back with a massive forearm shot. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! Frank twirls his finger in the air. COACH Uh-oh. Big trouble for Simon. COLE We all know what's coming up next...the Frankenstein-- OH! As Frank went up to headscissor Simon over, Ned grabbed onto his partner, leaving Frank to hook nothing but air. Frank lands hard on the canvas, clutching the back of his neck. Simon SLINGSHOTS Frank into the NNMX corner. Frank's sternum taking the blunt of the punishment, hitting the top turnbuckle with a full head of steam. Simon sprints over to the Bruisers' corner and paintbrushes Frankie, baiting him into the ring so Ned can pull Frank out of the ring and suplex him on the ramp. With the referee's attention focused on keeping Frankie out of the ring, Simon climbs up the turnbuckles. Ned throws him off the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER ON THE RAMP! "OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Simon rolls off the ramp, bringing Frank with him. He scoopes him up and drops him sternum-first on the guardrail. Charles Robinson orders the action to return back inside the ring, but Simon wants to dish out more punishment outside. Simon sticks his body halfway inside the ring to breakup the referee's 10 count. His doing so allows Frank enough time to get a quick breather, and when Simon tries ramming him back into the guardrail, Frank is able to block it and send Simon crashing in instead. Frank gets a little too greedy, though, trying to ram Simon into the RINGPOST, but he blocks it with his hand and sends Frank in shoulder-first. Frank tossed back into the ring. Simon goes up to the top. TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP! COLE Simon dropping the elbow across the sternum, the very sternum that was dropped down on the security railing. It may be over here. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!" Instead of getting frustrated, the Midnights take everything in stride. Frank sent hard into the corner. The Midnights with a tag. Ned drives the shoulder repeatedly into the mid-section of Frank. He steps back and works over the entire body with martial art blows. Quick tag. Simon comes back in and hammers Frank over the back. He shoves Frank back up against the turnbuckles and... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" Charles Robinson gets in between the two, gingerly brushing Simon back towards mid-ring. It's all fine with Simon, since it allows for Ned to get in a few more shots on Frank. Not to mention use the ever old school tag rope to CHOKE Frank. Ned casually stutter-struts away to jaw with a fan when the referee turns back around. He denies any wrongdoing when questioned. Simon charges towards Frank and gets nailed in the face by a big boot. Frank develops a surge of energy and starts fighting his way out of the corner. Simon waistlocks Frank so the referee won't see him KNEE Frank in the GROIN. The males in attendence feel the pain, but not the New New Midnight Express. Ned tagged back in. The Handsome Hustler eggerly steps back into the ring. He and Simon shove Frankie back against the turnbuckles before whipping him to the ropes, making sure they do it near their side of the ring, not allowing for a blind tag to be made, and knock the big man off his feet with a double-team back elbow. Ned covers. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Midnights with a tag. Simon takes Frank down to the mat with a hammerlock, keeping Frank isolate in the NNMX corner. COLE The New New Midnight Express trying to take away one of Frank's biggest weapons -- his arm. Without it there's no Soonerline or ability to use his strength. Singleton wraps his feet around the bottom rope, getting additional leverage. Jim Cornette claims he's the one causing the bottom rope to move whenever questioned by the referee. Eventually, Charles Robinson becomes aware of the illegal tatic and orders Simon to break or risk being disqualified. Simon breaks, and tags outs. Ned off the middle rope with an elbow drop across the back. The New New Midnight Express making great use of quick tags, as another one is made. Ned keeps Frank in a front facelock, while Simon climbs up to the top. But Frank stuns Ned with a back drop. Then nails Simon coming off the top with a Soonerline! Frank claws his way to his corner, reaching out for the tag. Jim Cornette barks orders to his men from the outside, pounding the ring apron with his hands. Across the ring, Frankie slaps the top turnbuckle with his head, getting the crowd behind Frank. *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* On his hands and knees Frank nears the corner, but the Midnights grab him from behind at the last minute. Even with two men holding onto him, Frank is powerful enough to drag both men near his corner. Charles Robinson watches intensely as Frank reaches out for the tag, his fingers coming thisclose from touching his brother's. Simon, the lighter man of the team, breaks away and knocks Frankie off the apron with a running forearm smash to the side of the head. Jim Cornette applauds his men's efforts. Simon and Ned knee Frank in the gut before backing him against the ropes. They each grab an arm and fling him across the ring. DOUBLE FLAPJACK! Blanchard exits, Singleton with the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Simon pulls Frank up by the hair and makes the exchange. Singleton ducks low, keeping Frank upright. Blanchard with a back heel kick. He rolls Frank over two. Side headlock, Ned attempting to bring Frank back into the NNMX corner, but Frank nails him out of nowhere with a back suplex. Frank rolls onto his stomach and rises up, doubled over, leaving him prone to an attack from Simon. SWINGING NECKBREAKER! COLE The Midnights with yet another tag. They've probably doubled the Bruisers tag ratio by now. Lots of quick tags. CABOOSE Remember, they kept tagging during the period in which Frank stayed the legal man for quite awhile. Even though he was on the offense a majority of the team, it did cause him to spend a great deal of energy. That's currently coming back to haunt him. COLE You may be right, Caboose. But Frank isn't a normal man. He's..the "Man of Tomorrow." A superman, if you will. COACH Then the Midnights made sure to bring their Kryptonite, because they've wiped the floor with the Man of Tomorrow. All they need to do is use his head to clean the toliet. Hahahahaha! Singleton off the top with a KNEE to the clavicle. Lateral press, Simon hooking the leg. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Simon rolls Frank onto his stomach -- in a position where Frank faces Frankie -- and applies the dreaded CAMEL CLUTCH. Charles Robinson asks Frank whether he wants to quit. Frank replies by threatening to shove his boot up Charles' ass. Frankie cheers his brother on from the apron, urging the crowd to do so as well. They do. *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* Simon screaming at Frank to quit. The Man of Tomorrow rises up to his hands and knees, wrapping his arms around Singleton's legs. Simon looks like a 5-year-old lost from his mother as Frank powers up. "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" COLE Would you look at this strength! Frank walks over to the ropes with Simon on his shoulders and drops him throat-first on the top rope. ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! Both men stumble back. With both men down, Charles Robinson begins a 10 count. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE.... Simon is the first to stir. Ned sticks his upper body through the middle rope, clapping his hands so Simon knows which corner to go to. SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... Simon makes the tag. Fresh as a dasiy, Ned comes in and puts the boots to Frank. He drops the knee on the collarbone and then scoopes Frank up for a suplex, but drops Frank's feet down on the top rope before falling back with him. SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" COLE Still a lot of fight left in Frank. The frustration starting to show in the faces of the New New Midnight Express. They're like, "What more can we do?" COACH Frank's one tough son of a bitch, I give you that. But let's face the facts, fellas. He still hasn't done anything yet. Yeah, he's gotten out of some tough situations, but the fact still remains he's taken a helluva beating. He can kickout all he likes, but if he doesn't make that tag, he'll be through in due time. Ned scoopes Frank up and slams him, following up with an elbow drop. Instead of going for the pin, Ned decides to go to a place he normally doesn't visit. No, not Cole's Bar (where it's always Boys Night Out), but to the top! Frank struggles back to his feet. He looks up and sees Ned coming down with a double-axehandle...and catches Ned coming down in a waistlock. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! The crowd pops big, knowing this is the best time as any for Frank to make the tag. His eyes glazed, Frank looks over to his corner, flicking his arm out to make the tag. He doesn't know where he's at. Neither does Ned for that matter, still reeling from the belly-to-belly. Winded, Ned rolls over to his corner and makes the tag. And so does Frank! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Frankie meets Simon with a right hand. Followed by a Soonerline. Frankie catches Ned sneaking back in with a kick to the mid-section. He brings Simon up and cracks the Midnights skulls together. DOUBLE COCONUT! Blanchard staggers around, looking to grab anything to keep his on his feet. He settles on grabbing the top rope. And Frankie clotheslines him to the outside! Jim Cornette runs over to Ned and hands him something. Whatever it is, Ned shields it from the camera. In the ring, Simon hits Frankie from behind with a double axe-handle. He whips Frankie to the corner, following him in, and runs into a boot to the face. The impact spins Simon around, he falls to a knee, groogy. Frankie pulls himself up onto the middle rope in the corner, then climbs up to the top. TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Cornette puts the foot on the rope. He turns around and whistles, like nothing happened. Frank comes running back into the ring and pulls James E. on the apron. * BOOM * Big right hand. Cornette falls to the apron then down to the arena floor. Charles Robinson keeps Frank from going after Cornette outside. Ned returns to the ring and nails Frank with a running knee to the back. Frank falls through the top and middle ropes, taking the referee out with him. Frankie doesn't see what happens behind him as he has Simon set for a belly-to-belly suplex. Ned spins him around and throws a handful of POWDER into the eyes, blinding the Psycho Gremlin. Blanchard lifts him up onto his shoulders, while Simon heads to the top. But Frank catches Simon MID-AIR with a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! COLE OH, MY! COACH Oh, my!? More like... "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The cover. Charles slides back inside the ring. ONE... TWO... TH-- Blanchard breaks up the pin. Frankie comes back into the picture, clotheslining the Handsome Hustler to the outside. Frankie tells his brother to go up to the top. He lifts Simon onto his shoulders and backs up to the corner in which his brother is perched on. The crowd rise to their feet as Frank front facelocks Simon on the top rope. COLE Double-team DDT?! Jim Cornette jumps on the apron, immediately grabbing the attention of the referee. Then, from out from the crowd emerge the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! They swipe Frank's feet out from under him, causing him to fall on the apron and crush his sternum on the top turnbuckle. Vincent Santana waistlocks Frank and rams him into the ringpost back-first. Marcellus nails Frankie with a low blow. After the damage is done, the S.C.M. exit. Simon rolls Frankie up in a SMALL PACKAGE. Cornette jumps off the apron. Charles drops down and... ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * COLE DAMNIT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER The winners of the match, the New New Midnight EXXXXPRESSSSS! Ned pulls Simon out of the ring. Even though they came out the winners, the New New Midnight Express look the worse for wear. Frankie rolls out of the ring, still feeling the effects of the low blow. He knees over his brother, asking him and the referee what happened. COLE The New New Midnight Expresss just stole one. The Sooner Bruisers were on the verge of an incredible comeback, but those damn bastards from south central L.A. got involved and helped out the man who paid them to wipe out the Heavenly Rockers. DAMN THEM! COACH As M.C. gets the bug out of his ass, let's take a look back at some of the action we just saw. The Coach narrates a replay of some of the match's highlights. COACH ...and Simon rolls Frankie up for the 1-2-3. Your winners: the New New Midnight Express. COLE I have a feeling this isn't the last we heard of this.

I have everything except Tha Puerto Rican/Stephen Joseph Popick-Black T match and MMoM's stuff. Whenever I get those, the show will be posted.

I am.

Is this all we have for DD? I think there'll also be a women's match, but I can't remember who'll be involved. OAOAST World Title Hoff vs. PK OAOAST World tag team titles, steel cage Zack Malibu & Leon Rodez © vs Thunderkid & Reject Tha Puerto Rican & Stephen Joseph Popick vs. Black T The Parka vs. Christian Wright Sooner Bruisers vs. NNMX

Forgot Alf was posting the show, but he should have my stuff by now.

As a fellow Texan, let me join the others in wishing you and your family the best of luck. Hope everything works out for you all.

Not a classic but not a dud either. SJ, if you wanna change or add anything, go right ahead. For some reason, my pre-match promo was not in the show last thursday. I hope no one edited it out. Anyways, please include this first, COLE Fans, due to technical difficulties last week, Stephen Joseph's promo on Dan Black was not aired. This promo and SJ's victory set up the match you're about to see next. Let's take you back to last week, and what you didn't see. ::Stephen Joseph stands in the middle of the ring as we come back from commercial break, admist a chorus of boos.:: I know, I know. I'm out here yet again with a microphone, and everyone in this arena has decided that I'm about 1 shade worse than the devil himself and so the Boos are raining down on me. Enjoying yourselves? ::pause:: Good, glad to know it. Now I've got something from the heart to say. ::And the crowd boos and jeers as SJ pauses to clear his throat. He turns slowly to his left as he scans the crowd, settling in a gaze on Sofa Central.:: I know why you boo me, at least right now. With this "revolution" going on, I turned on Dan, Tony, and though it should be no surprise, Zack Malibu. Have you ever really considered why I did what I did? Have you ever thought how you would have acted? ::Stephen Joseph pauses, giving Sofa Central a chance to comment:: Cole SJ trying to plant a seed of doubt in the true OAOAST fans. Coach He's got a point Coach. Have you ever thought about it Caboose Oh, I've thought about it all right... I'd... Let's rewind here. Look at my career. It started off great, I was winning matches, had a dominant tag team run, and was for awhile the number 1 contender for the World Title. Remember the Trinity? Remember Intensezone as a great show? Los Infernales, my idea. Mystery Weirdness Connection, my idea. Hell, I made Eskimo in the fans eyes when he first started out, does anyone out there remember our USTV Title matches? I do. Then, because of some punks, I lost my smile, and with it, my position in the company. Because some punks thought making light of my, now, ex-fiancee was humorous. Sophomoric hijinks were in, and my personal life was exposed to the business. Let me ask you fans a question? Would you like it if your family was exposed to those are around you, your secrets, your home? How'd you like to have people camping outside your house chanting degrading things as you and your family go about their business, try to live a normal life? It takes a damn toll, its a circus, I know how that feels. And what did my company do, my 'veteran' friends do? They allowed it. None had any gumption to step up and say "This is not right". They made it clear they preferred the insulters to the insultee. No longer was I even wanted around here, and it became clear when good boy Malibu and Co. fled to their own show of HeldDown, took any talent that came around, and left the flagship show to rot and die. And where are the insulters now? Disgraced, like they deserved, but it took time. And did anyone of them ever, ever apologize? Well, I'll be honest. One did. But what about my friends, those who should have had? No, they didn't. Coach Stephen's being very real here. Caboose Talk about crossing the line between a shoot and a shoot. Now, out of everyone who stayed with IntenseZone till the end, I had nothing but respect. Until, that is, Dan and Tony decided to not look after themselves anymore. Now they pander. It's pathetic. They're not thinking of their families, their friends, they're just thinking of themselves. That's selfish. Cole WHAT? And your NOT? Coach Of course he isn't. He's thinking of his family! Caboose. Ego. Every company must eventually go in a new direction. You've either got to embrace the change, or let it destroy you. Now, I don't know about you all, but I have a job. I wrestle. Some of you work in cubicles, some of you own companies, and some of you serve hamburgers. But what we all have in common is that we have a job. Caboose I pray every day that you don't have a job Coach That's more likely to happen to you...or Cole Cole Hey, Josh Matthews is going first! And why do we have a job? That's right, to take care of those near and dear to us. Would you throw away your job if it meant not being able to support those whom you love? I don't think so, and neither would I. We're the same in that respect. Caboose No. We are not. Coach That's because you lack integrity. Now, let's go back again. Who on IntenseZone didn't change? Tha Puerto Rican, that's who. I don't really like like PR, I mean, he's a freaking arrogant prick. But you know what I do like? He trains 6 hours a day, watches tapes for 2 hours, and then spends the rest of the time with his family. He treats them well. He may have an ego about it, but damn if he doesn't take care of them. And he wants to take even better care of them, he wants to be World Champion, and he's puttting forth the effort to get there. You have to admire that. And deep down, you do, because that's why you all were so stoked for PRL/Cappa last week. There was a point to that match. Cole Whatta match last week that was! Because to me, out of everyone in the OAOAST, PRL is family. And come hell or high water, we're going to take care of each other. Coach You want loyalty? That's loyalty, to the 24/7 Champ no less! Put yourself in my shoes. The winds are changing, and I've muddled it out here, hanging on, in a job I hate, just to put food on the table. And a roof and a few cars, but I stayed in a job I disliked for my family, for my friends. How is that any different from you? ::Crowd boos as SJ pauses, but a smattering of hands clapping. A very small smattering. OAOAST production crews are quick to edit it out:: But, but recently I woke up. See, here's where ole BPP imparts a little wisdom. If you want anything in life, you have to take a chance at it. Nobody becomes a somebody without risking a chance to be a permanent nobody. Our leaders took a risk like that (well, except for Daddy's boy Bush...) If you remember back to MSG, Jimmy Snuka took that risk. ::The crowd pops at the mention of Jimmy Snuka:: You have to take that risk. So I did. I took that risk because, while I don't doubt for a moment that Drek and Co only care about themselves, maybe, just maybe, they'll take better care of me, of PRL, of the LC, and of my family than the whole old order of the OAOAST did for us. Maybe PRL will get that title shot he's been deserving for TWO YEARS! And I'm not even mentioning my claim to it. ::Crowd boos, again. Some fans clap, but you can't hear them. They're mostly in the front seats of the arena. And here's where we differ, you fans and I. When I saw this opportunity to improve my lot, I came back. I returned, I went for it. I've got...cajones. I'm trying to live my dream. Now look around at you all, how many of you have put it all on the line for your dreams, or how many of you have let your dream pass you by, you've settled for something less than what you know you could have been. Coach That's it. Motivate these low-lifes! Cole I like my job just fine. Coach But you could have been more Cole. You can have been. Caboose Yeah, if he took steroids... See, that's the difference. I'll risk it all. You won't. Well, not all of you. There are some of you, who are like me, who'll take that risk. And I salute you, and those who will be inspired by you to take that risk...finally. How many people lose their dreams and wonder why? But that not for me I'll get my dream or die trying. And you know what my dream is. OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Caboose OH FUCK NO! Coach Oh HELL YES! Popick's stepping it up! Hoff, I'm serving notice to you. I will be coming for that title. And if not from you, from the next person, or the next person. I will have that title. I'll live my dream. And starting tonight, by any and all means necessary, I will start the climb back up to get there. By any means necessary. This week, I'll beat Dan Black 1,2,3 in the middle of the ring. Next week, I challenge former World Champion Tony Brannigan. I'll beat your ass too. It's not over for me. And if you don't like that, then well... Fuck You. (minor crowd echo, which is quickly gone). COACH That's how this match was set up. Who will win tonight in this feud of Original vs. Upstart? BUFFER Our next contest LIVE on HeldDOWN~! is set for one fall. [I] It Ain't Over (Terrence Howard) Look this is my life, and it's a battle within I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward He said he'd, give me riches but I'm lookin for more This is the gift I was given so I just live by my hustle [Chorus 2X: Djay] + (singer, ad libbing at times) (Keep hustlin) It ain't over for me, no it ain't over for me (Keep, flowin) I'ma step my game up and get what's comin to me [Djay] So I give it my all, you feel my struggle and pain If you ain't feelin what I'm spittin trick you late to the game But the closest ones to me know I'm holdin it down You gon' feel me one day, we gon' be heard in the town [Chorus] - 2.5X, singer ad libs to fade [/I] BUFFER Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, STTTTEEEPHHHEN JOOOSEPHHH! Stephen Joseph Popick appears onstage, grinning from ear to ear as he embraces the negative reaction from the crowd. He high-fives someone holding a pro-SJP sign, telling the young fan he appreciates it, doesn't need his support, especially from someone so puny. Grow some muscle, he says. As he continues his march to the ring, SJ is blindsided by a running forearm smash to the back of the neck from TONY BRANNIGAN! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Stephen Joseph Popick getting a good dose of his own medicine. It was just last week when he jumped Dan Black from behind. Tony Brannigan with some payback for that heinous assault. CABOOSE Black T is like a gang. They watch out for one another. It reminds me of a great Arn Anderson quote: "You put one of our guys in the hospital, we'll put two of yours in the morgue." COACH And it just so happens the most deadly double-team move in wrestling today is called the what, fellas? TRIPLE C Black Body Bag. COLE Or 3-B. Speaking of the great Arn Anderson, I'm sure he's excited about the 2nd annunal Anderson Cup that'll be occurring early next year. I understand OAOAST officials are in discussions about that very subject. But right now Tony Brannigan, who along with Dan Black made it to the finals of the first ever Anderson Cup, is in complete control. SJP rolls down the steel ramp uncontrollably. Referee Nick Patrick orders Tony to bring the action inside the ring. His request is ignored, as the former World Heavyweight Champion plants his foot on the ground and KICKS Stephen in the ribcage like a football. He then walks over to the timekeeper and throws him to the ground, taking away the STEEL CHAIR he was seated in. He folds up the chair and... * BOOM! * ...hammers SJP across the back. Stephen drops to his knees, in obvious pain from the chairshot and once again is... No, Charles Robinson jumps off the apron and rips the chair out of Tony's hands just as he was about to strike Popick again. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Charles scolds Tony for the use of the chair, resulting in the former World Champion engaging in a tug-of-war over the chair with the scrawney referee. Tony throws Charles down and swings the chair at Popick's head, but Popick kicks the chair in his face! With the referee's back turned away as he gets back up, Popick gets in a cheapshot by punching Brannigan in the groin. "OOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Well, that was...uh... Every red-blooded male felt that. COACH (laughs) Oh, that is beautiful. COLE Are you kidding me?! COACH When you have guys willing to do whatever it takes to win, like we do in this match, you're gonna see just about every trick in the book used. CABOOSE You noticed Cole said "every red-blooded male" and not every male? COACH Bwahahahaha! Another sign from above. Popick tosses Brannigan in the ring and covers him, putting both feet on the ropes. ONE... TWO TH-- NO! The referee sees Popick's feet on the ropes and stops the count. Instead of aruging, Stephen continues to stay on the offensive, sending Brannigan head-first into the top turnbuckle. He spins Tony around and... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ...chops the hell out of him. Right hand snaps Brannigan's head back. Stephen gets a laugh out of seeing the man he's had a love/hate relationship in the past reeling in the corner. He places Tony on the top turnbuckle and goes up to meet him on the second rope. After applying a front facelock, Popick climbs all the way up to the top! "OOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Superplex coming up. No! Brannigan stuns Popick with a series of right hands to the mid-section, then SHOVES down to the canvas. As Stephen gets back up, Tony perches himself on the top rope. He lands on his feet after successfully connecting with a clothesline to the back of the neck. Brannigan flexes his biceps and then...the HIP SWIVEL~! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Tony buries the knee into the lower back. He picks Popick up and rams him head-first into the top turnbuckle. He backs Stephen in the corner and connects with a couple of kneelifts to the mid-section. He brings SJP out of the corner and backs him against the ropes, firing him across the ring. Tony takes Popick over with a powerslam that gets two. The former Heavyweight Champion of the World sets SJ up for a suplex, but SJP blocks it by sticking his leg between Tony's and takes Brannigan up and over with a snap suplex. Tony sits-up and gets nailed across the back with a stiff kick by SJP. Stephen scoopes Tony up and slams him to the canvas. Stephen misses the elbow. Tony gets back up on his feet and nails Popick with a kneelift to the side of the head. He sends Stephen into the ropes. Tony lowers his head, and Popick counters into a swing neckbreaker! It's SJ's first step in working over the neck of his opponent. He brings Tony back to his feet and drives the knee into the mid-section. Front facelock into a hangman's neckbreaker! The cover. ONE... TWO.... KICKOUT! Standing headscissors by SJP. He jams the neck by leaping up and crashing all his weight down on Tony's neck. Popick quickly follows up by leveling Brannigan with a clothesline. Snapmare takeover, SJP hammering the back of the neck with hard forearm smashes before applying a reverse chinlock. COACH Look at this wear-down hold. Stephen Joseph allowing himself a breather while still continuing to take it to quite possibily his greatest opponent ever. Very sound strategy. COLE Stephen Joseph Popick wrenching the neck. You know he wants to win this match. A win over Tony Brannigan, a former World Champion, and Popicks shoots right up the ladder for a shot at the title. COACH It's bigger than a Super Bowl. Bigger than an NBA title. Bigger than the World Series. Easily more important than the WNBA title. It's the OAOAST Championship! CABOOSE And that's what it's all about -- the World Heavyweight Title. Every person in this sport wants to hold the most coveted championship in the game today. I've had the honor of holding that very title on two separate occasions. Peter Knight hopes to add his name to the list of World Title holders this Sunday night, as he faces Hoff at Dirty Deeds live on pay-per-view. The crowd gets behind Tony, clapping and stomping their feet. Brannigan gets up to a knee, grimacing as Popick tries to keep his 6'6" frame grounded. Brannigan with a couple of elbow strikes to the mid-section, freeing himself. He hits the ropes and takes Stephen off his feet with a shoulderblock tackle. Tony then hits the near side, hopping over Popick. Stephen goes back down as Tony comes on the rebound faster than originally thought. A game of human chess ensues as both men try to guess what the other has planned. Both men charge toward each other, with Tony getting caught in mid-air and spiked into the mat with a SPINEBUSTER! "OOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Oh, my! Stephen Joseph just nailed Tony with his version of the Out of Body Experience. Stephen signals this is it. It may very well be. We'll find out. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Popick gets up in a rage and stomps the living daylights out of Tony. He picks Tony back up and spikes him back into the mat -- this time with a piledriver! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Stephen is absolutely livid. Complaining about a slow count. He should worry more about his opponent rather than the referee's count. COACH With Nick Patrick's checked past, it's a valid question, in my humble opinion. COLE You haven't been humble since going from Johnathan Coachman to The Coach. SJP sets Tony up for a Tombstone piledriver, but Tony shifts his weight back and now has Popick upside down. COACH Uh-oh. The Tombstone piledriver is to Tony Brannigan what coming off the top is to Ric Flair: they never hit it. I mean, when it comes to women, they can hit it, but... COLE We know what you mean. Hey, Flair's come off the top successfully twice this week. So who knows. TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, FOOT ON THE ROPES! COLE He hit it! But Popick was too close to the ropes. Both men trading some exciting nearfalls. The average wrestler would of been put away long ago. COACH Average may get it down in other promotions, but not the OAOAST, baby! With Popick still laid out in the ring, Tony steps out onto the apron and climbs up the turnbuckles. He takes a few moments to balance himself on the top rope. He leaps off and drives the KNEE into... Stephen rolls out of the way and Tony's knee hits NOTHING BUT CANVAS! Groggy from being spiked on his head, Popick uses the ropes to help pull himself up, while Tony lies in a fetal position holding onto his right knee. COLE High-risk, high reward there. Chances are if he would've hit it it would of been over. COACH Oh, no question about it, Mikey. No way SJP would've been able to withstand two blows to the head within a matter of minutes. The first man to make it back to his feet is gonna win it, in my opinion. Stephen Joseph Popick is the first back to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs before drilling Tony flush in the jaw with a superkick. The impact sends both men down. Fortunately for Brannigan, he falls through the ropes to the outside. COLE Both men once again down. Fatigue setting in. But Stephen Joseph is clearly in the driver's seat, as Tony is down on the outside. Referee Nick Patrick beginning to administer the 10 count. And to tell you the truth, I don't think he's gonna make it back in. "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" His back facing SJP, Nick Patrick doesn't see DAN BLACK come off the top and connect with a DIVING HEADBUTT on SJP! Dan dives out of the ring, exiting through the crowd. COLE You said it youself, Coach: When you have two guys who aren't afraid to throw out the rule book, you're gonna see just about every trick in the book. The match has been pretty straight forward... COACH Until now. COLE Until now. Exactly. Tony pulls himself up on the apron and crawls back into the ring via the bottom rope. He crawls over and draps an arm over Popick. The crowd counts along as Nick Patrick counts... ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Unbelieveable! Another amazing nearfall. COACH The way this match is going, it's gonna be a heartbreaker for somebody. Brannigan swipes his arms, saying that's it. He picks Popick up and rocks him with a combination of rights and forearm shots. He whips Popick to the ropes and crotches down. Not liking his positioning, Tony insteads leapfrogs over Stephen and catches him on the rebound with the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! But just as Nick Patrick is about to go down to count he sees THA PUERTO RICAN, with the 24/7 Title wrapped around his waist, jump on the ring apron. PR buys SJP time by pleading ignorance as Patrick orders him down. Tony slaps the mat with his hand, trying to gain the attention of the referee. When that doesn't work, under section 2-A Paragraph 3 of Brannigan's Law (The Right to Kick Ass), Tony decks Tha Puerto Rican with a right hand, knocking the sunglasses off (NICKNAME HERE) face! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE THE CHAMP IS...DOWN! Everybody turns their attention back to the ring. Everybody except Tha Puerto Rican, now back up complete with sunglasses, who grabs Tony's leg. Brannigan reaches over the top rope and grabs PR by his bandana, but PR stays down low to avoid the punches being thrown by Tony. The crowd erupts again as Dan Black returns and levels PR with a right. PR pops back up, jelly-legged, and runs around the ring, Dan trailing him from behind. While all that is going on, in the ring, SJP lifts Tony up in a inverted suplex that serves as the prelude to the Finality. But Tony floats over and drives Stephen into the ropes, rolling him up. ONE... Tha Puerto Rican slides into the ring from Patrick's blindside, Black following him in. TW-- The referee sees Dan, not PR, coming in and stops him. The two argue as Tha Puerto Rican hits the ropes and DRILLS Tony in the face with the 24/7 Title! Stephen rolls through! As the referee turns to his left and goes down to make the count, Tha Puerto Rican leaps over him with his outstretched, hoping to take Dan out with a diving clothesline, but Dan grabs the arm in mid-air and takes PR down to the mat where he locks on the HEART OF ICE (Crippler Crossface)! ONE... (Dan looks over his shoulder and sees his partner in trouble.) TWO... (Black let's go of the hold and dives toward SJ.) THREE! (He drills SJ with a forearm smash to the back of the neck, but is too late!) * DING DING DING DING * SJP flies out of the ring, but it doesn't faze him, as he and Tha Puerto Rican stand victorious outside, while Dan kneels over his partner, giving SJ and PR a piece of his mind. COACH (laughing) Tha Puerto Rican and SJP just beat Black T at their own game. COLE Stephen Joseph Popick has defeated both members of Black T in back-to-back weeks! With 3 days to go before Dirty Deeds, do Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph have Black T's number?

Heavy promo show (at least we had a show), all of which were good, with the Z Squad! ( ) promo being the highlight. I picked up a Rock 'n' Sock vibe between the two. Besides, you can't go wrong with Futurama references. The inclusion of Maria was fun as well. I was pleasantly surprised to see how good the KOUF match turned out. The big knock on Axel was that you really didn't know what his character was. That's beginning to get cleared up now. Black vs. SJP was a solid match obviously designed to build SJ up. The involvement of PR and my character was nicely done. Good set up, IMO, to the tag match at DD. Good little Boiz-TK/Reject tag bout. The Boiz looked good even though the match, much like Dan/SJ from earlier, was designed to build up a certain person, or in this case persons (TK & Reject). One thing I didn't know was going to happen was the beat down at the end. I liked it. It allows me to still go ahead with my plans to put the Boiz on the sidelines and now they have an instant feud ready when they come back. Solid Otaku-Wall match. Too bad we didn't have the main event, but good effort by all.

I wasn't going to go with a set due to the whole "done dirt cheap" aspect of "Dirty Deeds," (wrestlers would of came out through the dugouts) but I like your idea. Especially the image of the GM being turned into a huge screen. Note to all: We're going with PK's idea As far as the show: Sooner Boomers vs. NNMX PK EDIT: Sorry Tony, thought I clicked quote instead of edit. I tried to change it back, but fill in anything I forgot.

Squash match! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, to my left. Danny Boy and "Scottish" Scott, the E.U.! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The E.U. flash the "peace" sign, drawing more jeers from the American crowd. Danny and Scott taunt the crowd, pinching their noses due to the fans' "smell." COLE As Europeans, I guess Danny Boy and Scottish Scott aren't accustomed to being around people who bathe. COACH On the contrary, M.C. Danny Boy and Scottish Scott aren't accustomed to being around people who are rude. Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" begins blasting over the loud speakers. The Sooner Bruisers get a nice pop for a team that hasn't been seen in quite sometime. Frankie runs to the ring, slapping his head. Frank stops halfway down the aisle to flex his bicep in front of the camera. He kisses the peak of the bicep, spinning away from the camera afterwards. BUFFER And their opponents. Making their way to the ring, from the state of Oklahoma. Weighing 525 pounds, the SOONER BRUISERS! COLE It's great to see one of the most smashed mouth tag teams in the world today back in the OAOAST. The Sooner Bruisers have spent the past few months competing in Japan, where they were most recently involved in a heated feud with the South Central Militia. As you about to see, the Bruisers made their returned last week to prevent Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express from stealing the HI-YAH International Tag Team Titles from The Love Doctors. [quote]...Ned steps back in the ring with the TENNIS RACKET. He whallops Dr. Pigley from behind, sending him flying across the ring and rolling under the bottom rope to the arena floor. Dr. Anderson turns around as he sees his partner take the tumble. * BOOM * Dr. Anderson goes down. Ned places Simon on top of Max and exits. The referee turns around and makes the count. The fans booing as Ned ducks down outside with the racket in hand. ONE... TWO... THREE! * Clip * The SOONER BRUISERS appear at ringside. Frank calls Miles over and explains to him what the NNMX did. The crowd jump out of their seats as the referee RIPS the International Tag Team Titles out of the Simon and Ned's hands. The Midnights and Cornette go ballistic as the referee hands the belts over to The Love Doctors! * Clip * The Sooner Bruisers raise the Docs arms in victory. With the racket cocked, Jim Cornette sneaks up behind Frankie. Just as he's about to nail him from behind, Frankie turns around and grabs the racket in mid-swing. He rips it out of Corny's hands and swings for his head, narrowly missing. The New New Midnight Express ambush the Bruisers. The Midnights and Bruisers brawl in the ring, then out, and finally all the way into the crowd.[/quote] COACH The way I see it, it was the NNMX who were robbed. They oughta be the International tag team champions. As any good lawyer would tell you -- and James E.'s got a great set...of lawyers -- possession is nine tenths of the law. Last week's unfortunate events set a new precedent, and that's one of bullying will get you the result of your liking. It's unconstitutional. James E. should take the OAOAST to court in order get the decision overturned back to its original ruling. What's the 9th circuit up to in Cali? Frankie stands on apron, grabbing the top rope, running in place. Frank removes his sunglasses and gently places them on the ring apron. The E.U. try to take the early advantage, attacking Frank from behind. Their strategy very apparent: take out the powerhouse of the team. Danny spins Frank around, trapping him against the ropes. He rocks Frank with stiff European upper cuts, while Scottish Scott gets in blows to the mid-section. They whip Frank to the ropes, locking their hands together. Frank goes under an attempted double clothesline and takes out the E.U. with a diving Soonerline (clothesline)! He scoopes Danny Boy up and fires him across the ring. MILITARY PRESS SLAM! The "Man of Tomorrow" measures up, flexing his right bicep before kissing it and dropping the elbow across the chest for a two count. He picks Danny Boy up by the hair and rams him head-first into the top turnbuckle. Frankie tagged in. "WOOF!" "WOOF!" "WOOF!" The crowd BARKS as Frankie comes in and suplexes Danny out of the corner, BELLY-TO-BELLY-style. ONE... TW-- Scottish Scott breaks up the count. With the look of a small child who's just walked into the room where their parents are fighting, a bewildered Frankie watches as Scott and referee Miles Manchester argue. Frankie finally has enough and brushes the referee aside. Then decks Scott with a hard right hand between the eyes. Frankie grunts as he's drilled from behind with a running knee that sends him crashing sternum-first into the corner. He stumbles out and into a firearm's carry. Danny levels Frankie with a spinning European upper cut. He grabs Frankie's left arm and brings him back to his feet, hammering the arm with single-axehandle smashes. Full armdrag and twist, Danny Boy continuing to pound the arm as he tags Scottish Scott, who climbs to the top. Frankie pulls his arm away and absolutely levels Danny Boy with a Soonerline (clothesline). Danny rolls out of the ring just as Scott jumps off the top, a look of horror on his face as he sees Frankie leap up. Frankie annihilates Scottish Scott with a leaping Soonerline. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" The "Psycho Gremlin" HOWLS. With Scott laid out in the corner, his right hand underneath the bottom rope and his left leg on the ropes, Frankie tags out. Frank scoopes Scott up and shoots him to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! He twirls his finger in the air, signaling for the Frankensteiner, bringing the roaring fans out of their seats. Frank is jumped from behind by Danny Boy. Danny with a barage of knife-edge chops and European upper cuts. He whips Frank to the ropes. Blind tag made. Danny sets up for a back drop, Frank stops his momentum and clubbers Danny across the back with a forearm shot. He places him between his legs, double underhooking the arms. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! Frankie once again wipes out Scottish Scott with a nasty Soonerline. Scott lies in a fetal position, grabbing the back of his neck from the whiplash effect. The Man of Tomorrow kicks Danny Boy out of the ring before hoisting Scott on his shoulders, their backs facing Frankie who is perched on the top. TOP ROPE BULLDOG! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" ONE... TWO.... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners... THE SOONER BRUISERS! COACH Before we go up to the ring, let's take a look at some of the action we just saw in our PSP replay. A PSP is superimposed on-screen, which airs the following clips: 1) Frank ducking under a double clothesline and taking out the E.U. with one of his own 2) Frank's military press slam 3) Frankie's belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner 4) Frankie Soonerlining Danny Boy and then Scottish Scott off the top 5) Frank with the double underhook powerbomb 6) Tilt-a-whirl slam 7) Top rope bulldog 8) Sooners celebrating in-ring COACH (Voice-Over) The Sooner Bruisers with an impressive win. Let's send it to M.C. in tha ring. The PSP turns off and fades away. Cut to: Cole and the Bruisers. COLE Thanks, Coach. I'm here with the two men who made their return last week on HeldDOWN~!, Frank and Frankie, the Sooner Bruisers. Guys, it's great to see you back. Another team I know is happy to see you back are The Love Doctors. One team who isn't happy to see you back, however, is the New New Midnight Express. And that's where I'd like to start... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cole and the Bruisers turn their heads to the right. The cameraman shooting on the apron pans over. Jim Cornette, still sporting a neck brace and with his trademark tennis racket, steps inside the ring. CORNETTE Now you wait just a doggone minute. Before the character deflammation begins, as the CEO of Jim Cornette Enterprises there's somethin' I wanna say to you two stupid muscleheads. I don't know if you guys have some kind of death wish, but sticking your nose in J.C.E. business damn sure isn't going to get you off that list. So if you two know what's good for you, and being the fine upstanding businessman that I am, I'll let bygones be bygones and accept an apology. COLE For what? CORNETTE Costing the greatest tag team in the world today the HI-YAH International tag team titles. COLE It was nearly highway robbery! If it weren't for the Sooner Bruisers, the referee wouldn't have known about the illegal tatics your team imployed. CORNETTE Unlike other pro sports, professional wrestling still has the human element. We don't have replay or a Questech-like system that determines whether or not the referee's count the same. Either the referee sees it or he doesn't. COLE And Miles Manchester almost didn't see it. CORNETTE That fossil's so old, that moron thinks glaucoma is a Mexican topping! Now if you'd excuse me, I came here to get an apology. (to the Bruisers) I know you guys are from Oklahoma, so I understand you're a little slow. But I don't have all day. FRANK Me and my brother don't have high regard for punk ass bitches like yourself or the New New Midnight Express, Cornette. "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" Cornette scoffs. Hands on hips, bobbling his head. FRANK You see, everybody has it all wrong. They all think what we did last week helped out the Docs. What we really did is screw you and your two bitches up in the ass! "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" COACH Cornette is hot now. FRANK Anybody who'd rather beat a woman than sleep with one is a moron. Then again, as I look at you, you seem like the type who'd be more attracted to somebody like that frosted-hair bitch Michael Cole. "HAHAHAHAHA!" CORNETTE Heh. Oh...heh...I see that tramp has another knight in shining armor who wants to ride in and defend the honor of the woman he loves. Well lemme tell you something, punk! Things haven't turned out well for those who have gotten involved in the New New Midnight Express' affairs. Punkmaster P -- gone. The Heavenly Rockers -- dead and buried. Holly-Wood -- on her back, and this time not with her legs spread open. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Frank grabs Cornette by the throat, backing him in the ropes. Cole tries to reason with him. FRANK Listen up, you sonofabitch! If there's one thing the Man of Tomorrow can't stand, it's one of his bitches being put out of action. While Holly-Wood could be in my bed screaming my name, she's lying in her bed screaming in pain. And it ain't because she's listening to the Heavenly Rockers' lastest album; it's because of you, Singleton and Blanchard. Now bend over and say "aah" because I'm about to shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be diagnosed with foot and mouth's disease, bitch! CORNETTE (gagging) Why don't you pick on somebody your own size? The Bruisers quickly turn around. Nobody. They turn their attention back to Cornette...and are leveled by the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Frank eats a sidekick courtesy of the Handsome Hustler, Frankie a running forearm smash to the throat. The Midnights stomp the Bruisers as Cornette barks orders in the background. Miles Manchester tries to break things up, but the only thing that may be broken is his back following a stiff shot from Jim Cornette's tennis racket. Frank whipped to the ropes. The Midnights lift him up in the air and drop him sternum-first on the top rope. Frank bounces off the top and falls back. Cornette hands Simon the racket, and Singleton beats Frankie down with it. Officials sprint out from the back, many of whom either so old or battered that it gives the Midnights a few more extra seconds to beat down the Bruisers. Once order is finally restored, and with the Sooner Bruisers laid out in the ring, Cornette and the Midnights exit the ring proud of what they've done. COLE They have nothing to be proud of. Attacking somebody from behind isn't something to be proud of. CABOOSE After listening to you and Coachman call the match, let me add by own two cents. Simon and Ned didn't attack the Sooner Bruisers from behind. Those brutes were going to assault a man in a neck brace. Then they remembered what Cornette told them, about how teams who interfere in J.C.E. business end up in a bad way. They got cold feet and were about to leave. But they figured, we're two idoits who aren't going anywhere, why not beat up a manager. It was then the Midnights hit them from the [i]front[/i], defending a defenseless man. COLE You stay silent the entire match just to defend that garbage/rubbish, as they say in your country? CABOOSE A picture is worth a thousand words. The tape proofs what I said to be accurate. COACH And our director is telling us it's time for a break. We'll be back after this quick time out. [B][COLOR=red]DIRTY DEEDS[/COLOR] September 25, 2005 [COLOR=red]LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW![/COLOR] Call your local cable or satellite provider to order now![/B]

Wasn't that already agreed upon? At least between you, me and Eski?

Sooner Bruisers in action.

Glad you did because I seriously considered doing a title switch, but with Zack and Leon winning the belts (which would of happened the following week if the NNMX-Docs match had been included in last week's show) I thought it would be best if two tag title changes didn't occur in back-to-back weeks so they wouldn't take away from one another (nearly PM'd you with the idea before deciding against it for the reason mentioned). It's also the reason why the Lone Star Gunslingers, who were originally in the role the Sooner Bruisers ended up playing, didn't debut at AngleSlam like I had intended. With Los Diablos debuting I didn't want to have too many new teams running around. Guess the Diablos and Docs are feuding now. Feedback... Very good promos from Hoff and PK. I was surprised to see PK announced as Hoff's first challenger. But I'm all for it. We have a good history of guys moving up the card and delivering the goods in their quest for the World Title. The X-Title, I guess, is the closest thing we have to an old school U.S. or IC Title, in which you know it means #1 contender. Even though they're feuding over the World Title, I like how PK put over the X-Title. Solid Fly-Boricua match. CW on a mission. Like Eski said, nice to see Cappa reappear. Entertaining segment involving Team Heyross and CSI. Even though they haven't wrestled yet, Team Heyross have become a couple of my favorite characters in the OAOAST. Thought the ladder match was excellent. With the number of writers we had working on it, everything meshed well. Lots of crazy spots. My favorite is probably the one where Rodez and my character keep themselves from falling off the ladder by pushing off the top rope. Very clever. I don't think I've seen that done before. Yo, Zack, as President of the OAOAST it's your job to keep moral up and make the guys and gals feel good about the company. What are your thoughts about the ladder match? It was your baby, and I know you couldn't wait to deliver. Was the birth everything you expected?

You know what? For fun somebody should timeline the show. With TLC going 30-45 minutes like Zack said, add 12-13 minutes for the NNMX-Docs match and that's 42 or 58 minutes between the two matches combined. 15 minutes of commericals on a 2 hour show and everything probably clicks together in the end. Remember, all 8 men went from "mortals to immortals" in front of our very eyes. I'll feedback the show later.

Here are the entraces. Because I care for mankind, it's coded. We return from break to sight of a ladder set up in the aisleway, tables stacked on both sides of the guardrails. The crowd is buzzing, awaiting the arrivials of the teams involved. [I]In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na...[/I] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Long ago that would of sparked an explosion, but now it sparks hatred, as the much more mature GPX are greeted with hostility. Showing their arrogance, both Scotty Static and Johnny Jax walk under the ladder, smirking, in total disregard to the myth of bad luck. Once they've entered inside the square circle, they pose on the second turnbuckles, raising their arms in victory as they gesture the capture of the tag titles and strap them around their waist. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * GOOOOONG! * "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" "GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" The crowd pops for the mad grooves of "Jungle Boogie" by Kool and the Gang, coming to their feet, some in the crowd getting funky like a monkey, dancing in the aisleway. The cameras cut to a hot chick going gaga over the New-Age Love Machine. The happy-go-lucky Leon Rodez jaw jacks with the GPX from the entraceway. He isn't stupid enough to go to the ring himself. He steps aside and points behind him. The lights dim, as the throbbing bass intro to "Getting Away With Murder" kicks up, sending the fans into a frenzy! Pyro SHOOTS up from the entrance ramp, and rains down from above at the same time, showering the entranceway in white and golden sparks. Zack Malibu emerges on the stage and walks over to Leon Rodez. The two pause for a moment to scour the crowd, fans jumping up and down upon their hero's arrival. Zack and Leon sprint to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. The GPX step out on the apron, as the officials keep both teams from making contact until the bell rings. Zack tears off his "Malibu-Established 1980" and throws it in the GPX's faces, drawing the ire of Scotty and Johnny. "Getting Away With Murder" fades out and is replaced by the theme, "Quiet," of perhaps the greatest tag team in OAOAST history, Black T. Dan Black and Tony Brannigan appear onstage, receiving a good amount of cheers mixed in with the boos. By the swagger in which Black T walk in, you'd think they were the defending tag team champions. They step inside the ring and head over to their corner. All business. 3 yellow lits shine down on the ring before running up the aisleway, triggering pyro out from under the stage, as Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" hits. Channeling the Dynamic Dudes, the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, the Sk8ter Boiz, ride down to the ring on their skateboards. They kick their boards up and hand them to a ring attendent, joining the other 3 teams in the ring. They pose with their belts in the corner. The entire side of the hard camera is lit up by flashing lightbulbs. * DING * DING * DING * DING * "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" The lights dim once again, a gold spotlight falling over Michael Buffer in the center of the ring. BUFFER This is the HeldDOWN~! main event of the evening, and it is the tables, ladders and chairs... "OH, MY!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...match for the professional wrestling tag team championship of the wooooooorld! Sanction by the OAOAST Board of Directors; the only way to win is by climbing up the ladder and grabbing both title belts suspended on a cable wire above the ring. Introducing first, the challengers. The gold spotlights moves over from Buffer to the GPX, drawing boos. Scotty and Johnny hold their heads up with pride as Michael Buffer introduces them. BUFFER First, at a total combined weight of 407 pounds, they are the former two-time OAOAST Tag Team Champions of the Woooooooorld -- Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, the GEEEEEEE PEEEEEE EXXXXXX! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The GPX taunt the crowd then their opponents, especially the team of Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez. The spotlights shines down on the aforementioned team. "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" BUFFER Weighing a combined 430 pounds, the team of "SILKY SMOOTH" LLLLEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONN RRRRRRROOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ and the Franchise of the OAOAST, the former two-time Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Michael Buffer takes a step back as Black T walk up to the center of the ring, once again receiving a mixed reaction from the sold out crowd. The spotlight shines on them as they stand back-to-back. BUFFER Considered to be the greatest tag team in OAOAST history, the following team weighs in tonight at 496 pounds, the former two-time OAOAST tag team champions of the woooooorld, the "Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew," BLAAAACK TEEEEEEE! Dan and Tony remove their trenchcoat/robe while rotating around to show off their bodies to each section of the arena. Black crotches down in front of Tony and slashes his thumb across his throat as Brannigan flaunts a double bicep pose. "BOOOOOOOOO-- YEEEAAAAHHHH!" The spotlight shifts over to the Sk8ter Boiz. BUFFER And their opponents. Weighing a total combined weight of 345 pounds, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, the OAOAST Tag Team Champions of the Wooooooorld, THE SK8TER BOIZZZZZ! The Boiz remove their entrance attire and pump their fists, holding up the tag titles which they then hand over to the referee. The titles are strapped on the cable wire and lifted up in the air, drawing the attention of not only the fans but the competitors themselves. BUFFER Are you ready? "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" BUFFER Wrestling fans, are [I]YOU[/I] ready? "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching around the world, ladies and gentlemen... L-L-L-L-L-L-ET'S GET READY TO RRRUMBLLLLLLLE! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" [size=23][color=red]BOOM![/size] [color=blue]BOOM![/color] [color=green]BOOM![/color] [color=yellow]BOOM![/color] [color=orange]BOOM! [/color] [color=red]B[/color] [color=blue]O[/color] [color=green]O[/color] [color=yellow]M[/color] [color=orange]~[/color][color=purple] ![/color] [/color]

The finished portion. Tony Brannigan hits hard in the corner, grimacing as his back hits the top turnbuckle, after having his Irish whip attempt reversed by Hell Mel. Mel charges the corner, using The Marv, who's down on his hands and knees, as a springboard to launch himself up in the air and nails Brannigan in the corner with a leg lariat. Mel's 180 pound frame bounces off his 262 pound opponent, but he safely lands on his feet and clotheslines Dan Black, as he re-enters the ring after sliding in a table. "The Ice Heart" does his best to cover up as the Boiz put the boots to him. The Marv pick Dan up and keeps him reeling with forearm shots, while Hell Mel places the ladder in the corner. They each grab an arm and whip Black to the corner where the ladder is position. Hell Mel drops on all fours and propels his brother in the air, using himself as a springboard much like The Marv did for him. Unfortunately for Marv, he doesn't have the success Mel did, as Dan Black SUPERKICKS him in mid-air! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" The crowd jump out of their seats. A fan in the front row holds up a sign reading: "Joey Styles says 'OH, MY GOD!'" Black, the cagey veteran that he is, stays on the offensive, kicking Hell Mel in the mid-section as he rises back to his feet. Dan grabs Mel in a 3/4 facelock, but he's shot into the ropes. Black hits the ropes hard... * WHAM * ...and he's hit just as hard across the back by a chairshot from Leon Rodez. Leon slides the chair into the ring and jumps on the ring apron. He steps through the ropes just as Dan Black stumbles back towards Hell Mel, who takes him around the world with a TILT-A-WHIRL ROCK BOTTOM onto the chair! Leon takes a look at Dan and then the crowd, pointing to himself, as if he's asking "Did I do that?" The crowd pops for Rodez' antics. Mel jumps back to his feet, excited about what he just accomplished, not knowing what awaits behind him. He turns around and sees Leon staring at him. Rodez tilts his head sideways and smiles. Mel waves...and eats a standing dropkick! Scotty Static sneaks up behind Rodez and spins him around, leveling the New-Age Love Machine with a chairshot. He unfolds the chair and taunts his opponents and the crowd by taking a seat while the match is still in progress. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Uh, that isn't going to get it done, young man. COACH It might not get it done, but admit it, guys, it's beautiful to watch. COLE What is? COACH The showmanship! CABOOSE Brownie points? COACH Oh, you know it is, baby. Static gets up from the chair, folds it up and threatens to hit those who boo him. Though the crowd noise is loud, he feels the mat rumbling. He whips around. A pissed off preppy known as the "Franchise" of the OAOAST, Zack Malibu charging full steam ahead. He kicks his leg up in the air, perhaps too soon, as Scotty steps aside, Zack's momentum taking him to the corner, where his leg gets caught between the rungs of the ladder. The crowd watches in horror as Zack struggles to free his leg. Static repeatedly bashes the chair across the back. Now joined by Johhny Jax, the GPX pumpel Malibu in the corner. They both climb to the second rope and hook Zack from behind, using their free arms to the ladder back with them. DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX! COLE Not only did Zack hit the canvas hard, but the weight of the ladder fell down on top of him! CABOOSE And his leg is [i]still[/i] trapped in the ladder. The GPX may have just taken out the face of the OAOAST. COLE What a crushing blow that would deal to the company at a time we're coming under attack. The GPX lift the ladder up, which also picks up Zack because his leg is caught in the rungs. Zack hangs upside down, helpless as the GPX stomp him. Then, from seemingly out of the blue, Dan Black nails Malibu with a DIVING HEADBUTT! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" With their heads butting, Zack plunges down to the canvas, also bringing down the ladder...on both men! The GPX capitalize on taking out two of their 6 opponents, freeing Zack's leg and slamming the ladder down on both he and Dan. Scotty and Johnny pick up a woozy Dan Black, kick him in the gut and apply a double front facelock. As they're about ready to hit a double-team DDT, Tony Brannigan takes the GPX out with a DIVING CLOTHESLINE off the top. He pops back to his feet and gives us all the HIP SWIVEL~! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Unaccustomed to the cheers of the crowd, Brannigan flicks the sweat on his forehead at the hands, getting the crowd back against him. The crowd show their appreciation, cheering as Tony Brannigan is knocked off his feet with double missle dropkicks from the Sk8ter Boiz! Dan Black avenges his partner, kicking Hell Mel in the gut and setting him up for a Northern Lites Suplex. The Marv comes to his brother's aid, but Dan catches him coming in with a kick to the mid-section. DOUBLE NORTHERN LI-- No, the Boiz counter and spike Black head-first into the mat with a DOUBLE-TEAM DDT! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Dan Black nearly pulled off a helluva feat if he would've been able to Northern Lites suplex both the World Tag Team Champions. COACH If anybody deserved to be dropped on their heads -- besides you, M.C. -- it's the World Tag Team Champions. With everybody else down, the champs seize the moment. The Boiz pick up the ladder and jam it into Zack Malibu's gut, then Leon's, shoving him out of the ring with their foot afterwards. They uses the ladder to clothesline the GPX out of the ring before setting it up. The Marv holds the ladder up for Mel, staying on guard. The crowd rise to their feet as no one is there to present a challenge. COACH Oh, please don't tell me the Boiz' luck is gonna continue. I could've sworn it was just about up. These guys are always in the right place at the right time. COLE Haven't you ever heard of "good things happen to those who wait"? Overanxious, Marv slips, but quickly regains his footing. Out on the apron, behind Marv is Leon Rodez. The crowd pops as he pulls himself onto the apron springboards to the top rope, knocking Marv off the ladder with a flying shoulder tackle. The Marv falls onto the chair used earlier by Scotty. Rodez and Mel rush to be the first to grab the chair lying in the chair. Leon uses his experience to sucker Mel in and sweep him off his feet. He grabs the chair and... * BOOM * ...crushes it over Mel's skull. Tony Brannigan clotheslines Rodez from behind. Brannigan whips him to the ropes. Reversed back elbow. He picks Leon up and fires him back to the ropes. OUT OF-- No, Leon is able to free himself from Tony's clutches with rabbit punches to the back of the head. Tony blocks his kick, catching the leg on its way toward him. Tony mockingly blows Rodez a kiss, which he swats away. He then flips Brannigan over with an enzurigi. Brannigan rolls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. Leon lunges towards Tony and clotheslines him out of the ring to the floor, going over him with but skins the cat to bring himself back in. He turns around and gets nailed with the AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL (Inverted Stunner) sponsered by The Marv. The Marv ascends back the ladder. Johnny Jax comes from the blindside and low blows Marv. He yanks Marv down, and along with Scotty scoope him for a double-team back suplex, but The Marv floats over and drives the GPX into the ropes. Scotty and Johnny hold onto the top rope, The Marv's momentum sending him rolling back. As their mommy would of liked, the Nerdlys a.k.a. Sk8er Boiz work together and send the GPX falling through the ropes to the arena floor with the classic double dropkick. The Boiz hit the far side and wipe the GPX out with a pair of PLANCHAS. The Marv rushes back inside the ring, joined shortly thereafter by Hell Mel. The taller Boiz, Marv, is the one who climbs up the ladder. Hell Mel doing the honor of keeping the ladder still. Leon Rodez spins Mel around and spikes him into the mat with a DDT. Mel rolls out of the ring to recover. The Marv looks down and loses his balance, allowing Leon to pull him down by the tights and waistlock him from behind. Marv tries freeing himself with back elbows, but Rodez bends Marv backwards following a hard forearm shot to the lower back. Inverted front facelock into an inverted suplex and finally into a Stunner, which Leon Rodez calls STREET SMARTS! On the right hand corner of the screen, near the turnbuckle, Tony Brannigan grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. Rodez has two options. One: go for the belts and risk being caught in a "bad way," as Dusty Rhodes would say. Or take Brannigan out, then go for the gold. With Zack just about ready to get physical, it makes the decision easier. He charges the corner, leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Tony's head and puts him through the table on the outside with a TORNADO DDT! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" COLE It looks like a car wreck out here. I know, that's cliche. But it's the truth, fans. Guys are giving up their bodies for the richest prize in tag team wrestling. CABOOSE Unlike other promotions, we actually have tag teams. So many, in fact, we can't always put them on TV. Every tag team that wants to be somebody in this sport comes knocking at the OAOAST's door. Tony and Leon remain down outside, with what's left of the table. In the ring, Zack crawls to the ladder. Still weakened from the crushing blow earlier in the match, he grabs the bottom rung and slowly pulls himself up. Zack begins trembling as the roar from the crowd sends his adrenaline into overdrive. He positions the ladder to his liking, taking a quick glance at what could be his and Leon's in mere moments -- the World Tag Team Championship. The fans hoot and holler as Zack carefully climbs the ladder, not wanting to get his leg caught in the ladder again. Zack reaches up and... "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" ...grabs possession of both belts for a brief second! The crowd was ready to explode, but Zack was unable to hold onto the titles. He steps up another rung, but he's now joined by Dan Black. The two engage in a chop fest. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The sound of fleshing meeting fleshing cackling throughout the arena. Zack rams Dan's head into the top rung. Again, again, and again. But Dan continues to fight back. He drives the top of his head into Zack's jaw, stunning the "Franchise" momentarily. Malibu blocks a right and drapes Dan over the ladder, applying the CALIFORNIA DREAM (Dragon Sleeper)! "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" COACH If there's one thing I hate, it's when another man uses another man's move. It like another man using your used condom. COLE What a sight. Zack Malibu has Dan Black contorted over the ladder in the California Dream. You'll only see this type of action in the OAOAST, much like you'll be seeing Sunday night, September 25th from Fenway Park live on pay-per-view. Dirty Deeds. The only way to join us is from the comfort of your own home. So call your local cable or satellite provider to order Dirty Deeds now. Nowhere to go, Dan hammers the top of Malibu's head with closed fists. He sticks the fingers in the eyes and blinds Zack. Knowing he has his opponent in trouble, Black unleashes a barage of vicious-looking headbutts, opening up a cut above his eyebrow. The crowd gasp as Zack loses his position and dangles from the ladder. "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" The chants for Zack fires Dan up, who pounds Malibu with right hands. Black measures up and connects with a punch right between the eyes, knocking Zack off the ladder. "AWWWWWWW!" Disappointed their favorite has gone down, the crowd heckles the "Ice Heart" in an attempt to rattle the multi-time World tag team champion. It may not be the fans who prevent Black from grabbing the belts, but rather himself. Dan rests his head on the rung, a bit woozy from the headbutts thrown. He shakes off the cobwebs and swipes his thumb across his throat. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" With Dan ever closer to the gold, Zack rises back to his feet and leaps halfway up the ladder in a single bound, drilling Black with a stiff forearm shot to the face. Black falls off, landing throat-first across the top rope. He ricochets off the ropes and smacks back-first into the ladder just as Zack had grabbed both belts, causing him to let go and hold onto tightly to the ladder. Zack lunges over the top of the ladder and shoves Black out of the ring, joining the other competitors down on the outside. Unbeknownst to Zack, who's making another push to bring home the gold, Johnny Jax is setting up a table behind him. Zack once again makes contact with the belts, but Jax hammers him with a chairshot to the back. Malibu slumps over the ladder, gritting his teeth, squinting his eyes, as he holds his lower back. * BOOM * A gut-wrenching thud rings through the sold out arena following another chairshot, this time to the head courtesy of one Scotty Static. Jax postions himself between Zack's legs and POWERBOMBS him through a table, turning him over into a BOSTON CRAB, while Static positions a chair flat on its back and finishes up the CHAIN LETTER with a Pedigree-like variation onto the chair! "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The GPX kick Zack out of the ring. Scotty SPITTING on him for good measure. Jax sets the ladder up. The boys from Hotlanta and the 313 respectively hold their arms up in victory as they arrogantly climb up the ladder. There, at the top, they each grab a belt, flipping off the hostile crowd with their free hand. COLE Of all the teams, the cry babies are gonna win the damn thing. Damn them! CABOOSE To hell? The GPX begin to unstrap the belts, but the World tag team champions aren't going to lose their titles without a fight. They shove the ladder down. Scotty Static flies out of the ring onto the arena floor, while Johnny Jax falls throat-first on the top rope. He bounces back into the grip of the Boiz. WALK THE DOG (back suplex flapjack)! COACH No, no, no! Don't tell me we're at that time of the match where the Boiz pull out the lucky win. COLE Some guys have all the luck in the world. The Boiz are just inches away from retaining their titles. Tony Brannigan returns to the ring and low blows Hell Mel. He and The Marv then slug it out. Brannigan misses a clothesline. The Marv uses the middle rope as a springboard and knocks Tony off his feet with a leg lariat. He goes up to the top and nails Brannigan with a top rope hurancanrana. Groggy, Brannigan rises back to his feet and sees Marv charging. He propels Marv in the air, who lands on the top turnbuckle and surprises Tony with a moonsault. Followed by a standing moonsault. He goes to the corner, his back facing Brannigan and climbs to the top. He takes one last check back before... COLE Oh, no! ...falling back with a REVERSE DIVING HEADBUTT...and hitting nothing but steel as Tony grabs a nearby chair and holds it up! COLE The Marv writhing in pain. He may have busted himself open in the back of his head. He was going for the Rock n' Fakie, that reverse diving headbutt of his, but he didn't have Tony worn down enough -- as odd as it sounds considering the hell these 8 men have been through. CABOOSE High-risk, high reward. Unfortunately for Marv, there was no reward. COACH You know, as much as I hate the Boiz, I gotta give them credit. They were scared as hell last week when they found out about tonight's match. But they've come out fighting. COLE The list of teams the brother combination out of Canadian has beaten is unbelievable. The New New Midnight Express, Hell's Hitmen, the Sooner Bruisers, C.S.I., The Original Elite. They were completely mis-matched against all those teams, but they used their heart and will to win to edge them out. If they win here tonight, they may go down as the greatest tag team in OAOAST history. You don't defeat teams of those caliber by luck. Tony PRESSES Marv overhead and searches for a spot to dump him. He settles on the arena floor! His back facing the hard camera, Tony extends his arms up in the air and clenches his buttocks. Women all over the building fainting. Brannigan places a ladder in the corner, a table in another. He picks Hell Mel up and throws him into the ladder. Or so he thinks. Mel is able to keep himself from slamming into the ladder. He waits for his cue, choosing to surprise Tony when he least expects it. And is he ever. Tony's eyes widen as he sees Mel face to face with him. Thumb to the eye! Mel slams Tony face-first onto the top rung, in hopes he'd fall. He doesn't; he just slips, but quickly regains his footing. With Mel on the verge of grabbing the belts, his fingers grazing the gold, Tony acts out of desperation and uses his reach advantage to punch Hell Mel below the waist through the rungs. Hell Mel doubles over, Brannigan climbs up a couple of rungs and front facelocks Mel, swinging him over. RUDE AWAKENING off the ladder! Both men's bodies jumping off the mat after impact. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" CABOOSE I may not like him, and I know he doesn't like me, but I must give credit where credit is due. He could of easily shoved Mel off the ladder following the low blow and gone for the belts, but with Hell Mel on top with him, he didn't want to take the chance of making a play for the belts only to have something happen and leave Mel in a position to win. Smart move, in my opinion. And when you're a two-time World Heavyweight Champion, your opinion matters. After what seems like ages, Leon Rodez returns inside the ring. With everybody in sight down, he climbs the diagonally positioned ladder. He isn't the only one to return to the picture. So does Dan Black. "The Ice Heart" stuns Rodez with a clubbering shot to the back. He climbs onto the rungs and waistlocks Leon from behind. The crowd stand in anticipation. RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER IN THE CORNER! Rodez bounces off the ladder, and he's sent right back into it -- this time via an STO! Rodez falls to the canvas. Dan Black the recipient of cheers. "BLACK!" "BLACK!" "BLACK!" Dan climbs the ladder. The returns keep on coming, and it isn't even Tax day. Johnny Jax and Dan Black are now fighting atop the ladder. Jax ducks a right, applies a full nelson and plants Black into the mat with a FULL NELSON SLAM OFF THE LADDER! COACH DAYUM~! COLE They aren't human. These 8 great competitors are going from mortals to immortals in front of our very eyes. Up the ladder goes Johnny Jax. He reaches the second to top rung and is greeted by a chairshot by Zack Malibu. Jax' leg gives out, getting caught between the rungs. He tries to free himself but Zack shoves him backwards. Now Johnny dangles from the ladder, much like Zack was earlier. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Along with a recovered Leon Rodez, Zack and Leon hit the ropes and dropkick Jax in the sternum. The two take turns punching an upside down Johnny Jax, to the liking of the crowd. Meanwhile, outside, the Boiz pull out a 20 FOOT LADDER from underneath the ring, drawing "ooh's" and "aah's" from the sold out St. Louis crowd. Zack and Leon try to dropkick the ladder into the Boiz, but Marv and Hell Mel throw the ladder up in the air, catch it, and drop it down on Malibu and Rodez after they miss their double dropkick. They jab the ladder into the mid-section of Jax before moving it and him aside in favor of the 20 ft. ladder. Tony Brannigan clothesline Hell Mel and shoves down the ladder. CABOOSE Uh, I think the Queen is calling. Good day, gentlemen. COACH Incoming! COLE Oh, my! Triple C take cover. The Marv falls off the ladder and onto the sofa that is Sofa Central. Papers sent flying. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Hell Mel grabs Tony and turns him around. He drills him with a couple of big right hands. Irish whip. Brannigan sent up high in the air. Back body drop. Mel picks Brannigan him and smashes him head-first into the top turnbuckle. He whips him to the corner across the ring, following him up, but is back dropped over the top rope. Mel manages to land on his feet and slams Tony to the mat by the hair. He springboards inside the ring and connects with a slingshot moonsault. Dan Black tries sneaking up on Mel, but he sees Black coming and takes him over with an armdrag. Yes, an armdrag. Black's chest chopped into ground meat. Mel shoots him to the ropes. Dan rolls under a leapfrog and absolutely destroys Hell Mel with a brutal TIGER SUPLEX through a table placed in the corner. Black with a cold, hard stare. Pleased with the damage done. Zack Malibu charges behind. He's caught with a powerslam. Rodez charges Black as well. Dan side-steps, waistlocking Rodez from the backside into a full nelson. Dragon suplex, followed by a German, followed by a-- Rodez wraps his leg around Dan's to prevent the "Ice Heart" from competing the Chimera Suplex Squence with the Tiger Suplex. He goes behind Dan, who responds with a back kick -- but Rodez saw it coming and leaps up, legscissors the body and applying a sleeper hold! It doesn't take Dan long to escape, however, as he runs to the corner and ducks his head, causing Rodez to break the sleeper when he hits the top turnbuckle head-first. Black sets up for a suplex of a kind, but Rodez floats over, spins Black around and... * JAB * * JAB * On the third jab attempt, Dan grabs the arm and takes Rodez down to the mat, trying to clamp on the Heart of Ice (Crippler Crossface), but Rodez uses his free arm to fight off the crossface. Black hammers him across the head with forearm shots until Rodez finally gives and is able to lock on the submission hold. CABOOSE We're back with you. Well, only I am. The other two losers are having their headsets fixed after Tony threw The Marv down onto our position. Obviously, you can only win this match by climbing the ladder and bringing down both belts, but what Dan is doing here is trying to isolate one of his opponents. Leon Rodez is the wildcard here. With the exception of Rodez, all the other men have faced each other in tag team competition. They know each others' strength's and weaknesses. Zack comes to his partner's aid, striking Black in the face with hard kicks, but Dan won't let go. He cranks back further, scream at Zack to "COME ON!" Zack walks away and picks one of the many ladders available. * BOOM * Malibu rams the top of the ladder into Dan's face. As you can imagine, Dan breaks the hold and rolls around in pain, checking to see if he still has his teeth in tact. Zack lies the ladder flat on its back and sets Black up for a butterfly suplex. Just as he's set to take Black up in the air, he's caught off guard by the reappearance of Scotty Static, who springboards to the top and takes him down with a SHOOTING STAR LARIAT! Scotty frees Jax from the ladder. Johnny gets up, hobbling. He and Scotty scoope Zack back up, Johnny wrapping his right arm and leg around Zack's neck and left leg. Static hits the ropes hard and hammers Malibu square in the face with a YAKUZA KICK as Jax completes the Russian legsweep. The GPX pick up the 20 ft. ladder. When they turn around they are nailed by a Leon Rodez standing dropkick, trapping them under the ladder. Rodez grabs Hell Mel as he gets up from what's left of the table Dan Black put him through, and hip tosses the youngster onto the ladder and the GPX. Mel bounces off the ladder, clutching his back. The Marv, just now getting it back together after being thrown onto Sofa Central from the ring, comes off the top and BULLDOGS Rodez onto the ladder and the GPX. Leon rolls out of the ring. The Boiz maneuver around the chairs and broken pieces of table to grab another ladder, which they use to clothesline the GPX over the top rope. The Boiz quickly rush to setup the ladder. Once it is, The Marv goes for the gold. He'll have to go through Dan Black. The Marv and Black exchange blows as they climb up the rungs. They both reach the top and grab a belt at the same time. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" The two continue chopping each other until Tony Brannigan whallops Hell Mel across the back with a chair, causing Mel to run into the ladder and knock it down. Marv and Dan immediately grab the cable wire and hold on for dear life. COLE They're--They're dangling in the air! If any one of these men falls it could be all over for them -- and their entire careers. Once the initial fear factor of being stranded in the air goes away, The Marv and Dan Black continue to chop the hell out of each other while holding onto the wire with one hand! Black kicks Marv hard in the face. The Marv responds in kind, with two feet! Dan is sent back, still holding onto the ladder, and as he comes flying back towards Marv, he extends his leg out and drills Marv with another SUPERKICK! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The Marv falls down, but Tony Brannigan is there to catch him in mid-air and POWERBOMBS him not once, but twice. Then, still holding onto the powerbomb, Tony lifts Marv back in the air and powerbombs him through the TABLE standing vertically in the corner! Dan Black, like the rest of us, is caught watching the action below. It allows Hell Mel to throw a chair up in the air, hitting Dan on the funny bone. Nothing funny about that, as he descends to the canvas. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" CABOOSE If you've ever been hit in the funny bone, you know it's no laughing matter. The ladder is placed on its back mid-ring. Black T signal for 3-B, Black Body Bag. Brannigan whips Mel to the ropes and takes him up for the Out of Body Experience. He holds onto his grip, allowing Dan time to hit the ropes to finish off 3-B with the running Rock Bottom. * BOOM * Dan Black goes down courtesy of a chairshot from Zack Malibu! Tony hears the thud and turns around. * BOOM * Chairshot to the head. Malibu positions the stud on the ladder, and then goes up to the top rope. He sets for a moonsault, but... * CRACK * ...Zack has his head rammed through a chair following a vicious chairshot from Scotty Static. He crotches himself on the top turnbuckle, having lost his footing. Static clotheslines him to the canvas. Johnny Jax enters the ring and hits the ropes, baseball sliding Zack out of the ring onto two tables touching each other outside. Scotty grabs the 20 ft. ladder and sets it up outside, where Johnny is pumpeling Zack to ensure he stays on the table. Scotty climbs up the ladder, his back facing Zack. COLE Is he gonna do a moonsault off the ladder? COACH No way! I wanna see it. But no way! Scotty leaps backwards, flipping in mid-air, all while Leon hits Jax with a chair and pulls Zack out of harm's way just in the nick of time, as Static SWANTON BOMBS nothing but table! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" CABOOSE How do you call this? COLE I'll have sex with a woman if he manages to get up from that. Rodez and Malibu slide back in the ring, Black T meeting them as they come in. The crowd electric as some of the biggest and brightest names in the business slug it out. Black T rake the eyes and send Malibu and Rodez running to the ropes. The former tag team champions set too soon. Black T are caught with their pants down as Zack and Leon leapfrog over the top. Tony spins around and gets nailed with a dropkick by Rodez, while Zack hits the ropes and drills Black in the face with a running boot to the face. Otherwise known as a Yukza Kick. Dan rolls out of the ring, leaving his partner alone. Zack and Leon clothesline Brannigan over the top rope. Leon grabs Zack's left arm and fires him to the far side. Malibu dives over the top rope and crashes onto Black T outside with a flying cross bodyblock! Rodez starts climbing the ladder. The Marv comes back in and throws a chair into Leon's face. Marv climbs the other side of the ladder. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Rodez greets Marv with a knife-edge chop. The Marv begins firing wildly, overwhelming his opponent. Marv climbs to the top rung, and is knocked off by a forearm shot by Rodez. As Marv falls back, he scissors Rodez' head and takes him down with a HURANCANRANA! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

Just a few minor changes from what was originally posted last week. A tuxedo-clad Michael Buffer stands in the ring, a microphone in his right hand. We cut to Sofa Central and the voice of HI-YAH, "The Professor" MIKE TENAY. TENAY Hello, everyone. Mike Tenay broadcasting from Sofa Central. I've never done a broadcast from an actual sofa before, but I must confess, it's quite comfy. And I hope you're comfortable wherever you're watching tonight because what a matchup we have coming up next. The Love Doctors will defend their HI-YAH International tag team titles against the former two-time OAOAST World tag team champions the New New Midnight Express. The champions have been spliting time between their duties at Windy City Hospital and wrestling in Japan, defending their titles. The Midnights, meanwhile, are coming off a big win, albeit con-tro-ver-sial... And speaking of controverisal, would you take a look at who's taking a seat in the front row. LOS DIABLOS DE FEUGO! Mixed reaction for the Diablos. With popcorn, soft drinks and Mexican candy, the masked luchadore team of Mariachi and Moracca search for empty seats. Being as this is a OAOAST production, every seat is sold out. The Diablos spot a couple of SAILORS sitting next to two females. The Diablos casually walk over (and by causally, I mean spinning and twirling around), say hi and POUR their drinks onto the ladies', causing them to jump out of their seats, which the Diablos quickly move in on. The sailors go to check on the girls, but Mariachi and Moracca put them back in their seats and sit on their laps. Like a couple of schoolgirls, the Diablos snuggle against the uncomfortable seamen, exchanging hats. TENAY And I thought only women loved a man in a uniform. In any event, for the second week in a row, Los Diablos de Feugo, translated in English as "Devils of the Fire," are sitting ringside to take in the action. I guess they didn't get enough of it last week. They made a lot of noise -- in more ways than one -- last week by making it known they want in the OAOAST, and most importantly, they want tag team gold. Well, they picked a helluva match to watch. Two great teams with their eyes set on becoming World tag team champions. It's promises to be a great one. Let's go up to Michael Buffer! * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on HeldDOWN~! is for the HI-YAH International Tag Team Championship. It is set for one fall and it is sanction by the St. Louis state athletic commission, the OAOAST and HI-YAH. When the bell rings your referee in charge, European Hall of Fame referee Sir Miles Manchester. Are you ready? Wrestling fans, are you ready? Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching live on TSM and around the world, ladies and gentlemen... L-L-L-L-L-L-LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE! "Chase" hits, and the fans pelt the New New Midnight Express and their manager Jim Cornette with boos as they jog to the ring. Cornette, wearing a pink tie and jacket, swings the TENNIS RACKET over his head, even using it to shield himself from an incoming water bottle. BUFFER Making their way to the ring, are the former two-time OAOAST tag team champions of the woooooorld, accompained to the ring by their manager Jim Cornette. The New New Midnight EXXXXXPRESSSSSS! TENAY Don't adjust your sets, ladies and gentlemen. He [i]is[/i] wearing a pink jacket and tie. I wonder if there's any significance there. But you take take away his accomplishments. The Midnights make an "X" with their index fingers, with Ned then making the "belt around waist" gesture. Jim Cornette gives the camera a big smile and a thumbs up sign. As the camera pulls back, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA and Shyanne are making their way down the aisle with that gangsta swagger. The S.C.M. intimating fans lusting over Shyanne or are holding up pro-Heavenly Rockers signs. TENAY Those are some very mean men, ladies and gentlemen. They weren't brought up in the suburbs and then paraded on worldwide television as being "street" or "thug." They [i]ARE[/i] thugs. Marcellus earned the moniker "One-Eye" after having bleach poured in his eye years ago. He and Vincent Santana haven't changed their ways since being banned from OAOAST programming earlier this year. The two reappeared two months ago, attacking the Heavenly Rockers during their cage match with the New New Midnight Express. Marcellus' sister, who's serving as their valet -- well, maybe I shouldn't refer to her as their valet. I wouldn't want that to get him in trouble with those 3. Let's just say Shyanne has her problems with Holly-Wood; brutally assaulting her inside the cage. Holly suffered cracked ribs and a sprained neck. Her boyfriend Logan Mann taking a leave of absence to care for her. And if you saw AngleSlam, you know what happened to Synth. He had his arm broken at the hands of the South Central Militia and New New Midnight Express. All members of the Heavenly Rockers out of action. Even the man once know as The Purist, a former protoge of Jim Cornette, who returned under the name "Punkmaster P" to try and help the Heavenly Rockers got put on the shelf. The South Central Militia nothing more than hired thugs. They even admit it. BUFFER And their opponents! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS hits, the screams from the females in attendence deafening as The Love Doctors make their way to the ring. They go around the ringside area, slapping hands with their fans as they gyrate to the music. BUFFER From the Windy City, weighing 456 pounds, the HI-YAH International tag team champions, THE LOVE DOCTORS! TENAY The Docs come into tonight's bout with heavy hearts. They saw the events that occurred over the last few weeks involving the New New Midnight Express, the Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood and, just like all of us, were disgusted by what happened. The Docs stop in the front row where Los Diablos Del Fuego happen to be sitting and remove their lab coats in front of a mother/daughter combination. The Docs drap their coats over the ladies' necks and rub their faces into their chests, then give them a peck on the lips. The ladies fan themselves, nearly fainting. TENAY I'm not one to pass judgement on others' lifestyles, what you do in private is your own business, but I'm quite surprised Mariachi and Moracca didn't seem to, uh, shall we say...excited...by the show the Love Doctors put on before their match. The young ladies in the audience did, that's for certain. From the apron Jim Cornette huddles with the New New Midnight Express. The Love Doctors unstrap the tag titles from around their waist and kiss them before handing them over to referee Miles Manchester, who holds the belts up for all to see. The Docs warm up in the corner, tugging on the top rope. * DING DING * The Midnights jump the Docs from behind just as the bell rings. The Docs fight back with a fury of rights. Stereo kicks to the mid-section put an end to their rally. As they're backed into the ropes and set to be whipped across the ring, the Docs reverse the Midnights Irish whip attempt and send "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton and "The Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard high in the air with BACK DROPS. The Midnights bail out of the ring and huddle with Jim Cornette, who shouts words of encouragement to his men, following a pair of standing dropkicks. TENAY Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express desperate to regain championship gold. And you know what they say about desperate men: they do desperate things. The Love Doctors hit the ropes, set for something high-risk. Hey! The South Central Militia trip up the Docs and pretend like nothing happened. These guys shouldn't even be out here. If I were Max and Steven, I'd call for the referee to send Marcellus, Vincent and Shyanne to the back. I don't think they'd get a fair shake with them out here. Marcellus and Vincent aruge with fans ringside over their actions. They turn their attention back to the ring and see the Docs diving through the ropes. Double SUICIDE DIVES! The crowd pops big as the referee EJECTS the S.C.M. and Shyanne from ringside. Jim Cornette jumps on the apron, protesting the decision. Miles calmly walks away. Cornette steps down from the apron and goes over to Sofa Central, where he goes off on Mike Tenay. TENAY Why are you complaining to me? I didn't eject them. There's nothing to protest anyhow. They're not licensed to be ringside, Cornette! You know it. So quit whining, you baby. Unless they have manager's license -- and I know for a fact they don't -- they have no business out here. It's an excellent call. Cornette scoffs and confers with the Midnights. Marcellus and Vincent tear up fans' signs as they're escorted backstage by Head of Security Carl Winslow and OAOAST officials. Marcellus then goes Kenny Rogers, shoving down the cameraman. Not once, but twice. The second time by kicking the camera lense, turning the picture into static. We quickly cut to the hard camera. The Midnights on one side, the Docs on the other. TENAY Both teams preparing to start the match the traditional way. One man in the ring, the other on the outside. Dr. Steven Pigley and Sarcastic Simon start out. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Singleton taken over with an armdrag. The two lock right back up, and again it ends with Simon being taken over with an armdrag. They lockup a third time, Simon backing Dr. Steven in the corner. Simon br-- no, right hand! Maybe the best right hand in the business. And did that one echo throughout the arena. Pigley hoisted onto the top turnbuckle. Simon coming strong with those stinging right hands. It causes my jaw to wanna lockup. Simon connects with a couple of more right hands. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and front facelocks Dr. Pigley. Steven fires a round of forearms to the mid-section, grabbing Simon's tights with his right hand and dropping him face-first into the mat. He brings his legs back inside the ring and perches himself on the second turnbuckle. The time it takes for him to set-up allows Simon to get back to his feet. Dr. Steven blocks a right and comes off the second turnbuckle with an ARMDRAG! Singleton sent flying across the ring. He's caught getting back up with a kick to the sternum. Dr. Pigley hammering Simon in the corner with rights of his own. He whips Singelton across the ring, hitting the far side and grabbing the back of Simon's head as he bounces out of the corner, driving his face into the mat with a single-hand facebuster. Pigley leaps onto the middle rope and connects with a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Pigley lifts Simon up by the hair, front facelocking him and taking him over to his corner where he makes the tag. The Docs whip Simon to the ropes. Double-team hip toss. In comes Ned, and he meets the canvas, brought down by a double-team drop toehold. Ned's going to experience ringing in the ears for quite some time, as the Docs hit opposite ends of the ring and drill the Handsome Hustler upside both sides of the head with a pair of running dropkicks. Ned rolls out. Simon grabs Dr. Max in a side headlock. Anderson firing him off to the ropes. Shoulderblock tackle by Singleton. He hits the near side, skipping over Dr. Max and going under a leapfrog on the rebound. Dr. Anderson rolls back and takes Simon up and over with a MONKEY FLIP. Singleton quickly rises to his feet and lunges toward the good doctor, and is taken over with an armdrag. Not learning his lesson the first time, Simon lunges back towards Dr. Max, and once again is taken over with an armdrag. He gets back to a vertical base and takes Max down with a drop toehold, floating over the top and applying a front facelock. He scoopes Anderson up for a suplex, but he floats over, waistlocks Simon from behind and maneuvers him to the ropes. Blind tag made, Dr. Max rolls Simon back with him. TENAY No count is made as Simon is no longer the legal man. Ned blindsides Max with a DIVING CLOTHESLINE! The Handsome Hustler arrogantly strutting around Anderson's body following the clothesline and drops an elbow across the throat, getting a nearfall. This youngster is full of himself, but he has talent. Ned charges out of the corner and drops the knee down on the forehead. He pops back up and stutter-struts to his corner, making the tag to Sarcastic Simon. Simon comes in and scoopes Dr. Max up, slamming him to the mat. He steps out on the apron and climbs up to the top. FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Anderson rammed head-first into the knee of Ned. Tag made, and Blanchard connects with a double underhook suplex for two. He shoots Dr. Anderson to the ropes, snapping him over with a POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO... NO, KICKOUT! Like a boxer reeling, Dr. Anderson wraps his arms around Ned. Ned shoves hMax back and paintbrushes him. Irish whip. MILITARY PRESS S-- Dr. Max slides down Blanchard's back into a SUNSET FLIP. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Dr. Max rolls back after the kickout. He ducks a clothesline and hits the ropes running, making a blind tag to Dr. Steven. Max slides through Ned's legs and fakes a right. Ned puts his hands up to protect his face. He's caught off-guard when he turns around and is POWESLAMMED by Dr. Pigley! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Steven rushes over to the corner, he climbs to the top. MISSLE DROPKICK! ONE... TWO.... KICKOUT! Steven tries another corner and another missle dropkick. Same result. Only a two count. He picks Ned up, taking his left hand and whipping him to the ropes. Blind tag, Pigley lowering his head for a backdrop, but Ned leapfrogs over. Sidekick! Dr. Steven stumbles over Simon, who's behind him on all fours and school boy's him for a count of two. Side headlock takeover, Dr. Steven scissoring the head. Simon somersaults on top. ONE... TWO... Pigley BRIDIGES up. Singleton fighting a backslide. With the referee positioned in front of Dr. Pigley, Dr. Anderson enters the ring and DROPKICKS Simon. ONE... TWO-- Ned with the save. Armbar applied, Dr. Steven dragging Singleton to the corner and tagging in Dr. Max Anderson. Full armdrag and twist, and Anderson tags Pigley back in. After wrenching the arm he tags back out. Rinse, latter and repeat. TENAY I've heard of speed dating, but never speed tagging. Tremendous teamwork on the part of the HI-YAH International Tag Team Champions, The Love Doctors. Oh, Simon catches Dr. Steven with a knee to the gut. Pigley sent head-first into the knee of the "Handsome Hustler." There's a tag. Blanchard rocking Pigley with martial arts blows. A black belt in various forms of karate is Blanchard. It wouldn't be the first time a member of the Midnight Express has great knowledge of the martial arts. Long-time fans will remember "Sweet" Stan Lane is highly skilled in Korean karate. Ned brings Steven out of the corner and connects with a back heel kick to the back of the head. Dr. Steven falls face-first to the canvas. Simon tagged back in. He picks Pigley up by the hair, turning him around and draping his arm over his neck. He takes Pigley up in the air, bounces his feet off the top rope and drops him across the knee. SLINGSHOT BACKBREAKER! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! TENAY Vertical suplex. Singleton going back up to the top, a place he's familar with. Blanchard comes in to assist his partner, launching him off the top and onto Dr. Pigley below. THE ROCKER LAUNCHER! Jim Cornette and Ned celebrating outside. They think it's over. They might be right. We could have HI-YAH International tag team champions in a matter of seconds. ONE........ TWO....... TH-- NO! TENAY MY GOD! The passion Dr. Steven Pigley has for the tag titles the only thing keeping him alive at this point. Those belts mean so much to those young men. They've overcome a lot to be where they're at today. Once seen as all style no substance, the Love Doctors have proved to all the detractors that they're championship material. The longest reigning International tag team champions. Cornette pounds the apron in frustration. Simon complaining to the referee about a slow count. Cornette now getting into it with the referee. Up to the top goes Simon. Dr. Steven gets back up to his feet and charges Simon in the corner. He leaps to the top rope and brings Simon crashing back down with an ARMDRAG TAKEDOWN! TENAY That took a whole lot out of both men. But can Dr. Steven tag in the fresh man? He needs to tag out. Dr. Max doing whatever he can to get closer to making the tag without losing his grip of the tag rope. Here comes Ned Blanchard. He isn't the legal man. Ned stops Pigley in the center of the ring. He brings Dr. Steven back to his feet and whips him to the other side of the ring. TILT-A-WHIRL....HEADSCISSORS! Blanchard was going for either a tilt-a-whirl slam or backbreaker, but Dr. Max-- excuse me, Dr. Steven countered with the headscissors! Simon is just making it back to his feet. He sees Dr. Pigley inches away from making the tag. Dr. Pigley sees Simon closing in quickly. He somersaults towards his corner and makes the hot tag! Singleton stops in his tracks, putting his hands up. SPRINGBOARD MISSLE DROPKICK! The Docs love their dropkicks. Dr. Anderson a house afire here. Right hands all around. Max runs at Simon, who BACK DROPS him OVER the top rope. TENAY That's a disqualification under HI-YAH rules, but the referee didn't see it. Dr. Pigley rejoins the battle, but he's quickly overwhelmed by the New New Midnight Express. They whip him to the corner. Simon whips Ned in after him, but Steven moves out of the way, Ned hitting nothing but turnbuckle. Simon comes after Steven, who avoids a clothesline, as does Ned. The Midnights charge out of the corner, Dr. Steven rolling through a double-clothesline attempt and leaping to the top rope. He comess off the top and wipes out both Midnights with a MOONSAULT! He rolls off Simon and Ned because... ...Dr. Max comes off the top with SHOCK THERAPY (450 SPLASH)! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT! The Docs pick Simon up, hammering him with a combination of knife-edge chops and punches. They whip him across the ring. DOUBLE BACK DROP. Blanchard caught with a DOUBLE HIP TOSS! The Love Doctors and New New Midnight Express pair off in opposite corner. Ned with Dr. Max, Simon with Dr. Steven. The Docs try to whip the Midnights toward each other, but Ned changes all that, sending Dr. Anderson running to Simon. Anderson catches Singleton running full steam ahead and falls back with him, dropping the so-called "Sultan of Sarcasm" throat-first on the top rope. LOVE GUN, a.k.a. Hot Shot/Stun Gun. TENAY This could be it. Dr. Pigley going straight for cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! TENAY Blanchard with the save. Dr. Steven and Ned slugging it out in the middle of the ring, with the Love Doctor getting the best of Blanchard. Irish whip. DOUBLE DROPKICK! The Love Doctors with a page out of the legendary Rock 'n' Roll Express playbook. The double dropkick. Blanchard falls to the outside. Singleton from behind! Simon creeps up on Dr. Steven. He spins him around and misses a roundhouse right. The crowd rise as they know what's coming next. Dr. Anderson with an inverted atomic drop; Dr. Pigley with the dropkick. THE LOVEMATIC GRAMPA! Anderson floats on top of Simon. Pigley has to get out of the ring first. He does. ONE... TWO... Jim Cornette jumps in the ring and drops a big elbow down on SIMON! Dr. Max getting out of the way just in the nick of time. The Docs grab hold of James E. and cock their fists, looking at the sold out crowd. They crowd erupts as the Docs drill Cornette with a pair of rights. Miles Manchester KICKS Cornette out of the ring, pointing at him and telling him to stay out. While all that is going down, Ned steps back in the ring with the TENNIS RACKET. He whallops Dr. Pigley from behind, sending him flying across the ring and rolling under the bottom rope to the arena floor. Dr. Anderson turns around as he sees his partner take the tumble. * BOOM * Dr. Anderson goes down. Ned places Simon on top of Max and exits. The referee turns around and makes the count. The fans booing as Ned ducks down outside with the racket in hand. ONE... TWO... TENAY The New New Midnight Express are gonna win it! THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" TENAY New International tag team champions! Unbelieveable. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match and NEW HI-YAH International tag team champions... the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXXXPRESSSSSSS! The SOONER BRUISERS appear at ringside. Frank calls Miles over and explains to him what the NNMX did. The crowd ROARS in unison as the referee RIPS the International Tag Team Titles out of the Simon and Ned's hands. The Midnights and Cornette go ballistic as the referee hands the belts over to The Love Doctors! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Miles confers with Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by referee Miles Manchester that he was OVERTURNED his decision and by the result of a disqualification, the winners of the match and STILL HI-YAH International tag team champions... THE LOVE DOCTORS! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" The Sooner Bruisers raise the Docs arms in victory. With the racket cocked, Jim Cornette sneaks up behind Frankie. Just as he's about to nail him from behind, Frankie turns around and grabs the racket in mid-swing. He rips it out of Corny's hands and swings for his head, narrowly missing. The New New Midnight Express ambush the Bruisers. The crowd goes into a frenzy as the Midnights and Bruisers brawl in the ring, then out of the ring, and finally all the way into the crowd. TENAY All hell is breaking loose. I am puzzled as to why the Sooner Bruisers would help the Love Doctors. The Bruisers aren't exactly the easiest of men to get along with, but luckily for the Docs, they made the official aware of the illegal tatics used by the New New Midnight Express. We almost witnessed highway robbery here tonight. But justice always prevails. The Love Doctors are still your HI-YAH In-- Moracca breaks a MORACCA over the head of Dr. Anderson. Mariachi decks Dr. Pigley with a stiff running forearm smash to the back of the neck. Mariachi putting the boots to Dr. Pigley. Steven nailed in the back of the head with the tag title. The Diablos whip Dr. Max to the ropes. They clothesline him using the tag belt. Mariachi and Moracaa with a SPIKE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER onto the belt! TENAY We need help out here! It is chaotic. Los Diablos Del Fuego ambushing the Love Doctors. Almost every member of the security team followed the Midnight Express and Sooner Bruisers into the crowd. Los Diablos Del Fuego took advantage of the situation and jumped the Docs from behind. Dr. Anderson [B][COLOR=red]bleeding[/COLOR][/B] from the back of his head. He's gonna need stitches. You talk about making an impact. They made one, all right. Los Diablos Del Fuego stand over the Docs holding the International tag titles. MORACCA If you're gonna play with fire... MARIACHI Except to get burned. Diablos lick their index fingers and touch their ass. MORACCA & MARIACHI Ssssssss!

What didn't air this week... HI-YAH International Tag Title Match NNMX vs. Love Doctors Where's the show taking place from?

I could write the opening, copying and pasting the entrances-- I mean, how hard could it be? Bell rings, all 4 teams get it on, etc. But I probably wouldn't have it done by the weekend. I planned on taking the weekend off to recharge and re-watch past TLC matches. I'm fine with whatever is decided, just so long as I know my role.

I think we have ourselves a new episode of Cole's Bar. Cole goes undercover to find out who's editing scripts. The answer will stun the viewing audience. I was trying to figure out what Zack edited. Didn't know LDDF were going to be masked men.

You know, now that you've mentioned it, it's actually workable. Josie had all but lost control in her final days and during the transition of power from her to Calvin the contract situation got lost in the shuffle. Still, the NNMX-Docs match got left off. Maybe it's a sign. In the back of my mind I want to think Zack edited it (he's listed as having edited the opening) out because he felt it would be better to stretch the Diablos debut out another week, but maybe I'm giving him too much credit. I'll save it for next week anyhow. Ballsy to put a women's match in the ME of an American wrestling show. It kinda gave the show a Saturday Night's Main Event type of feel, where the big names would go on first and end with something like a tag match.

TLC will be interesting, that's for sure. I hope Zack is pleased with the "debut" of Los Diablos Del Fuego. Debut is in quotations because it wasn't all of it. I know -- well, I don't know for sure but Zack probably based the characters on the Heart Trobs/breakers, and having never seen their OVW work I wasn't sure how to write them. All I knew was that their gimmick was over the top, and with a luchadore team doing a gay gimmick I just tried to be as over the top with some of the things they did as possible. The one that stands out the most is the play on the Mexicools catchphrase. At least they have two catchphrases and a gesture, right? Solid promos from Parka, Ashley and PR. Apparently someone read the greatest Rock quotes thread in GW. You're used to guys posting in the OAOAST section of the forum you forget they also roam around the forum. Good Zack/Calvin segment, and later with Zack and Rodez Unless he's pulling double duty next week, I guess Eski forgot to edit his promo. Good short promo. Not at all surprise CSI is getting face pops. If the OAOAST were real I could easily see them getting turned face by the crowd. Love Team Heyross. Clearly our verison of the World's Greatest Tag Team. I always thought a stable of Angle, Brock, Hass and Benjamin would rock. An updated and much more talented verison of the Varisty Club. Axel's promo was fine. Just a couple of minor criticisms. I appreciate the explaintion on why Axel and Hoff were off TV, but I tell you, the office look like the dumbest bunch of executives for letting two main guys contracts run out like that. WCW level mistake. If this were real, I also would of objected to the term "shoot fight" being used on OAOAST TV. Just would've mentioned the name of the company without pointing out wrestling is fake. I know Axel didn't flat out say 'wrestling is fake,' but you understand what I mean. It's fine, though, because this isn't real. While reading Popick's promo (which was good I thought) I realized next week's show is getting stacked with matches. I know the week following a PPV is usually stacked, but with WWE stacking matches for next week's Friday SD I found it kinda funny. I guess next week's our Season Premiere too. Thought the ME was very good. Quick question. When was the title taken away from Jenny? While updating the title histories I noticed it didn't have the date the belt was taken from her.

Stupid question time. Am I writing the middle portion? I ask because I assume Zack and KC are handling the opening and the finish. Having wasted a few hours of my life last night writing the NNMX-Docs match that ended up being left off the show, I'd really hate to screw this up. 4 years here and I'm still learning the match writing process.