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Thanks, Zack. I take great pride in my World tag, International tag and World Title reigns.

Not exactly. You didn't include the NNMX-Docs match.

Zack, feel free to make any changes to the Diablos promo you'd like. I didn't know what music you planned on using, so I went ahead and had them come out to the Pink Panther theme. You can always change that. The ring looks like it's been transformed into Carlito's Cabana, but it's really the Coach getting ready for the Summer Fun in the Fall. The Coach standing in the center of the ring, grinning from ear to ear. COACH Oh, yeah. It's that time of the show, baby. It's time for the Summer Fun in the Fall. I know it's not that time of the month, and believe me, the ladies here tonight aren't, either. But who doesn't love hot chicks in bikinis? Well, except Michael Cole, of course. COLE Gee, thanks. COACH I hope you guys have your recorders set at home because you're not gonna want to miss this. Without any further ado, let's bring out the chicks in bikinis! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" STRIPPER MUSIC accompanies the ladies to the ring. Blondes, brunettes, red-heads, strawberry blonde, rainbow-color hair -- you name we got. Big-breasted woman, long legged women... JERRY "THE KING" LAWLER And twiiiins. COACH King, what are you doing here? LAWLER Two things: Puppies! Yahoo! The girls finish taking their lap around the ringside and enter the ring. They do their normal routine -- dance, wave, etc. COACH Okay, ladies. Now that you're all in the ring, I'm hope you are ready. The rules are simple. Just shake that ass! LAWLER And...puppies! Generic 60's MUSIC blasts over the loud speakers. The crowd boos as Coach, King and the ladies just dance. A big-breasted woman jumps in Lawler's face. The King shadow boxes with the women's, uh...yeah. LAWLER Oh, if I could die in your br-- I mean, arms tonight... I'd die a happy King. Ah, I think they winked at me. * TING * The smarks in the audience pop big as Henry Mancini's "Pink Panther theme" hits. Pink smokes fills the entranceway. Two figures step out, dancing seductively. "YEEEEAAAA-- HUH?!" When the pink smokes clears, two masked luchadores dressed in pink tights, ponchos and sombreros do a sexually suggestive dance on the stage. Coach and Lawler's jaws drop. CABOOSE Friends of yours, Cole? The men LEAGFROG each other on their way to the ring. They swing over the top rope and dry hump the turnbuckles. They check out the ladies. Then CHASE them out of the ring. "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" They skip around Coach and Lawler before grabbing a mic. MAN #1 ¡Hola, mi amigos! I am Mariachi. MAN #2 And I'm Moracca. MARIACHI Los Diablos Del Fuego! MORACCA Devils of the Fire. The sexiest tag team in all of Mexico (pronounced Meh-e-co). And yes, we're gay. MARIACHI Smile. :D :D COACH You mean gay gay or happy gay? MARIACHI Gay. MORACCA Smile. :D :D LAWLER I don't think you understand what Coach is asking you. Are you gay in the sense that you're happy, or gay in the sense that your ho-- MORACCA We're not homo. We're homies. MARIACHI Smile. :D :D COACH Bwahahaha! That's actually pretty funny. But enough of this! You guys are killing the mood. I'm lost my boner. LAWLER You're lucky, Coach. I took a whole bottle of Viagra before coming out here. And it's really starting to kick in now. If I'm gonna blow it out my pants, I don't want to be in the ring with a man when it happens. Hey, if I leave here now, maybe I can catch the girls in the back. I'll see you Monday. Lawler runs to the back. COACH What are we doing Monday? Oh, yeah, that's right. Never mind. Back to you two. You better have a good reason for being out here. I mean, we were supposed to send the summer out with a bang. MORACCA It's all part of the plan, amigo. You see, we read our Wrestling Observer Newsletter so we know what was planned for tonight. You were gonna have a bunch of chicas shake their ta-tas out here. It was all supposed to end with the twins kissing. We knew the twins like to party, so we followed them to many, many nightclubs in the area and got them so wasted they were one drink away from being declared toxic waste. The next thing we know we're in Vegas serving as bridemaids as the twins married a couple of fat guys. And let me tell you, chico, the twins aren't too thrilled to be married to a couple fat guys. They looked bored out here. But we aren't bored. As a matter of fact, we brought the cup of life. Ain't that right, Mariachi? MARIACHI Si, amigo. These women are paraded on TV not because they're smart, but because they have big bongos. COACH Bongos? MORACCA Yeah, you know -- titties. MARIACHI It goes to show how unfairly the sexes are treated. Your men here must be sexually repressed. To you we have a messgae: don't worry. Like El Presidente Bush, who's liberating millions around the world, Los Diablos Del Fuego will liberate los hombres de America and all around the world. What better way to do so then by becoming a OAOAST superstar. Better yet, win one of those pretty tag belts. Imagine the fun we'd have with those straps, Moracca. MORACCA You're bad. MARIACHI Not as bad as you. The Diablos playfully slap each other butts. COACH I don't know what promotion you guys think you're in, but this is the OAOAST. You just can't walk in here and demand title matches. You gotta make an impact first. MORACCA Impact? COACH Si. MORACCA But we don't like T & A. We like d-- COACH Look, we got a big tag match coming up next. Why don't you take a seat in the front row and watch how we do things here, huh? MARIACHI But aren't those seats taken? COACH Do you see anybody sitting there? MARIACHI No. But what if they're in the rest room? They're gonna come back and want their seats. COACH We'd just give them an autograph or something. MORACCA What if they don't want the autograph? COACH Then we'd just throw their ass out the American way. MARIACHI Muy bueno. Before we take our seats, we'd like to dedicate the following to all the fighting MEN in the world. Musica, por favor. Los Diablos Del Fuego get another surprisingly large pop, mostly from the smarks who know who they are, as they do a seductive strip tease too steamy to write. We go to break with the Diablos bumping and grinding against each other. [i]Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap[/i] [B][COLOR=red]DIRTY DEEDS[/COLOR] [COLOR=green]Fenway Park[/COLOR] September 25th Live on Pay-Per-View![/B]

Kinda all over the place. The GPX attack is rather tame but I didn't want to make it too big of a deal. Something quick. Zack makes the save. I had Leon tagging alongside him, but I wasn't sure how that'd go over so I edited out. Inside the locker room arena, the Sk8ter Boiz are with Jesse "The Body" Ventura. Sporting blue jeans, a leather jacket and a bandana on his head, hizzonor holds a OAOAST microphone in his right hand. The Boiz are in matching red shorts and Dirty Deeds t-shirts, the World Tag Team Titles draped over their shoulders. Sticking out like an eye sore, though, is The Marv's heavily bandage knee. VENTURA It is indeed my honor and preveilage to be standing next to the World Tag Team Champions, the brother combination of The Marv and Hell Mel -- the Sk8ter Boiz. Thank you for being... THE MARV My friend. VENTURA Not even in another lifetime. HELL MEL Ah, the theme from "The Golden Girls." Betty White was one fine piece of ass. THE MARV I'd still hit it. VENTURA And I'd wrench. But gentlemen, there's lots of things to talk about. First, let's start with the knee. It was two weeks ago during your tag title defense against The Original Elite that you, Marv, suffered a knee injury. You were dropped knee-first onto the exposed steel turnbuckle. The kneepad did little to protect you from the steel, and if that wasn't enough, you had your knee worked over by one of the most ruthless men in the sport. But you still managed to pull out the W. How's the knee? THE MARV It's feeling better. I, uh, suffered a deep knee bruise, and while it causes me discomfort, it's something I'll be able to work through. And is it ever gonna be tested next week. VENTURA That's my next question, champs. Earlier tonight General Manager Calvin Szechstein announced a World tag title bout for next week. And it isn't just any tag title bout -- it's gonna be a 4 Way ladder match! Yourselves vs. the GPX, Leon Rodez and Zack Malibu, and the team I predict will win it all...Black T. HELL MEL While I respect your opinion, I'm gonna have to respectfully disagree. No offense, Jess, we love you, but people like yourself have dismissed our World tag team title win as a fluke, lightning in a bottle. And our favorite: luck. Maybe it is luck. Heck, we'd rather have lady luck on our side than the fat lady singing. Gee wiz, even mama Nerdly thought we were joking around when we first told her we had won the World Tag Team Title. She thought it was all that bad American influence, and we were on drugs. We were high on cloud 9, but we weren't on drugs. Yeah, we may be undersized... THE MARV And we are. HELL MEL (CONT'D) ...we may be malnourish and Canadian... THE MARV And we are. HELL MEL (CONT'D) ...but we got heart. Unfortunately that's a quality frowned down upon in these times, especially by women. The Nerdlys have never had luck with the ladies, you know. Great-granddaddy Nerdly joked his wife was really his cousin. VENTURA I'd believe it. THE MARV After the GM Cal, because we're cool, made the announcement our cell phones began ringing off the hook, friends and family calling to congratulate us on a great run as tag team champions. Despite being the current World tag team champions, they were speaking about our reign in past tense! Even our friends and family... Even our friends and family don't give us a chance in hell of winning next week. (crying) Grandma said she'd place a bet on Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez at the retirement home, and to thank Leon...for hours of entertainment his videos gave her. L-Leon, grandma says you--you have a cute ass. Oh. The Marv takes the bandana off Jesse's head and BLOWS his nose. The Body looks on, repulsed. Hell Mel consoles his brother. The GPX sneak up behind the Boiz and clock them with STEEL CHAIRS. The Marv falling back into the open-spaced locker, exposing his heavily bandage knee. * CLANK * A sickening sound from steel meeting knee. The Marv goes down, balling up in a fetal position, clutching his knee. The GPX continue abusing the Boiz with the chairs. They back away when ZACK MALIBU makes the save. OAOAST officials now fill the room. $cotty $tatic and Johnny Jax drop the chairs at the feet of Malibu, smirking. They exit the room as officials and Malibu check on the condition of the tag champs, the tag titles lying inches away from them.

HI-YAH Internation Tag Title Match NNMX vs. Love Doctors Should be done soon.

He doesn't have to be involved in the finish. It could be more like a run-in during the match. But if you'd prefer something else, your idea is fine. Of course, that means you boys are so dropping the belts to one of my teams. I won't let you get away with losing them to the GPX.

Pretty much, yeah. Eski could still run a match with you on HD.

As long as I don't have to do the opening (I can't write a good entrance), I don't care which portion I'm asked to write. So lay out the match or whatever you had to do. This is by far going to be the biggest match I've ever been apart of and I don't want my portion to suck. Hell, I haven't even gotten started on what I'm supposed to write this week. Could SJ play a role in the match? Having just watched WM 21 on DVD, more specifically the "Money in the Bank" ladder match, the spot where Edge knocks Benoit off the ladder with a chair would work really well with my character and SJ, with Brannigan's arm still hurting from AS. Eski and I talked and one of the ideas thrown out was Black T vs. SJ/PR for DD. It would help further along the storyline.

Wasn't the plan to drop Caboose and go straight with a 2 man announce team of Cole & Coach? I'm fine with Coach as the pro-Upstarts commentator. And who's writing the TLC match? I'm asking because I want to be prepared if called upon. I seem to recall it being myself, Eski, KC and Zack.

Going on from what happened at the PPV, I'd say Dan vs. SJ. But that's up to you guys. I PM'd Eski to get his thoughts on the direction of Black T. At this point I have nothing to do for DD. Forgot about the GPX. Not sure about a 5 Way, seems too much like a cluster. Then again, with 4 teams it could still turn into a huge cluster. But whatever you guys decide. I could see SJ doing something to cost Black T the chance at winning.

Who's the 4th team? I think it was Crystal & Gunner, but I can't remember for sure. If the 4th team was C & G, with Crystal leaving, we could stick Popick in her place or replace them with SJ/PR. Or we keep the teams as is and send CC off in a big match. The Boiz have been lost in the shuffle the last few months, although I've come up with reasonable excuses (touring overseas, The Marv currently with a deep knee bruise), so I thought about writing a promo with them getting attacked by the GPX. Zack would then make the save. And I need some Diablos stats, Zack. Really just their music. Otherwise they're debuting to the Mexican Hat Dance or Pink Panther theme.

Some feedback now, more later. Very professional opening. A welcome change from the big productions normally done. *cough*LTP opening*cough* (And I wrote it ) Papacita once again did a fantastic job with the graphics. He hasn't disappointed yet. Crystal-PK: Good story told with PK's bum knee. The commentary was fun to read. The involvement of The Coach was interesting. Overall, very good opener. Fun way of explaining the "missing match." I apologize to any of you who were expecting more from the NNMX-Punk Rockers match. I've finally accomplished my mission of writing all 3 characters out of the show. Step one on The Heavenly Rockers stairway to heaven. The new 24/7 Title is hilarious. Awesome job to whoever came up with the graphic. Papi, I'm assuming. Black/SJ vs. The GPX: Storyline driven, but I like how SJ turned on Dan. With the history between Dan and SJ, and SJ and my character, lots of things can go down. Skimmed the rest of the show, but like Hoff said, it looked really good. Congrats to our new World Champion. To another 11 days.

BUFFER The following contest on AngleSlam is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWW!" The fans waste no time giving the business to former World Heavyweight Champion Tony Brannigan, booing unmercifully as he walks to the ring with a swagger to his step, hands on hips. BUFFER Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, U.S.A., weighing 262 pounds...TONY BRANNIGAN! Brannigan removes his lavish robe and flaunts his to-die-for physique. He warms up in the ring -- stretching, running the ropes, etc. -- as "Simply Ravishing" slowly fades out and is replaced by Nirvana's "You Know You're Right." "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE What an ovation for CWM! Let's go back to Michael Buffer. The lights go out and the opening chords of the song kick in as a mist fills the entrance way. "I would never bother you I would never promise to I will never follow you I will never bother you Never say a word again I will crawl away for good" BUFFER His opponent. From Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, weighing 245 pounds... C...W...M! The mist fades and CWM steps out onstage, unresponsive to the cheers being leveled his way. Keeping his eyes on his opponent, CWM enters the ring and drops down in the corner, sitting against the turnbuckles. COLE What a matchup this will be, fans. Two former World Champions set to face off for the first-time ever one on one. COACH Talk about a match that could headline anywhere in the world -- this is it. COLE In any other promotion this would be the main event. It's a testement to the great talent we have here in the OAOAST. And we're certainly proud to be broadcasting this to you live on pay-per-view. Don't forget our next big pay-per-view event comes to you live from Fenway Park in Boston on September 25th, Dirty Deeds. * DING DING * Charles Robinson calls for the bell and we're underway. CWM pulls himself up using the top rope. He removes his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd, a group of fans fighting for posession. CWM and Tony walk up to each other mid-ring, exchanging words. Tony SHOVES CWM, who responds with a SLAP to the face. The two engage in a slap-fest. Moments later, the side of their faces bright red, they're like "enough of this shit" and lockup. Neither man able to gain the advantage so they break and lock backup. Again, neither is able to overpower the other. They break. Super intense staredown ensues. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, both men punching wildly at each other's heads as they roll around in the ropes. Tony traps CWM in the corner. CWM keeping his guard up. It proves to be a smart move, as he avoids a right hand and CLOTHESLINES Brannigan from behind into the turnbuckles. Tony bounces out of the corner and is taken over with a Japanese armdrag. CWM follows up with another, then into an armbar. COLE Tony needs to find a way out of this as quickly as he can. We saw what a simple armbar did to Synth earlier tonight. I'm sure that's running in the back of Tony Brannigan's mind as CWM has the armbar applied on him. CWM yanks down on the arm, bringing Tony to his knees. The former World Champion grimacing as the arm is wrenched. CWM steps over the right shoulder, hyperextending the arm upright. Brannigan uses the free arm to drive the point of the elbow into the gut. He gets back to a vertical base and connects with a couple of heavy right hands. Side headlock applied, CWM counters out with a back suplex. Tony crawls to the ropes and stuns CWM coming in with a kick to the gut. Brannigan hammering away on his opponent with short forearm shots. He grabs another side headlock, and reverses CWM's Irish whip attempt. Tony drops down, CWM going over the top and under a leapfrog from Brannigan, who catches him on the rebound with a POWERSLAM! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Brannigan stays on the offensive, raking the eyes across the laces of the boot. CWM rocked by big right hands. Tony grabs CWM's left arm and whips him to the ropes, tagging along with him and ramming the knee into the gut. CWM somersaulting over. Brannigan dropping the forearm down across the sternum. Cover made, Tony hooking the leg, but CWM kicks out at two. CWM brought back to his feet and sent head-first into the top turnbuckle. Brannigan backing CWM in the corner and ramming the shoulder into the mid-section. He shoves CWM's head back and delivers two sharp right hands to the jaw, following up with kneelifts and forearm shots to the stomach and face. Snapmare takeover, Tony driving the point of the elbow into the shoulder blades. Front facelock applied, Tony draping CWM's arm over the neck and taking CWM up for a vertical suplex. The impact of all the weight crashing down on the canvas thundering throughout the arena. Tony steps on the apron and climbs up to the top. As he sets himself on the top rope, he looks up and is met by a right hand to the mid-section. Brannigan momentarily stunned, but he's able to halt the attack launched at him, RAKING the eyes. CWM staggers away. Brannigan off the top with a clubbering clothesline to the back of the neck. The crowd boos, sensing the time may have come. Yes, it has. Tony Brannigan gives the fans what they came to see -- the HIP SWIVEL~! "BOOOOOOOOOO!" Double bicep pose, Brannigan wiping the sweat on his forehead and flicking it to the crowd. CWM nailed with another round of rights. Tony backs CWM in the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Brannigan extends his arm out for the clothesline, CWM grabs a wristlock and slams the arm to the mat, burying the knee down on it afterwards. CWM keeps a tight grip of the arm and slithers out of the ring, bashing the right arm against the RINGPOST. A second time. A third time. Clutching his right arm, Brannigan crawls to the center of the ring, calling CWM off. CWM couldn't give a damn. With a grin on his face, he stalks a retreating Tony Brannigan to the corner. Brannigan tries cheapshotting CWM with a kick, but CWM grabs the leg and sends Tony stumbling back into the corner with a stiff forearm smash to the face. CWM pumpels Tony in the corner with a combination of rights, forearms and knee strikes. Tony whipped out of the corner. Baaaack bodydrop, followed by a clothesline. Brannigan sent over the top to the floor. He gets up in a state of confusion, jelly-legged. CWM hits the far side and DIVES through the middle and top rope, driving the forearm into the side of Tony's face on the way down! Tony's entire right side crashes into the guardrail, most notably the shoulder. CWM takes advantage of the opening, sending Tony crashing into the RING STEPS shoulder-first. He scoopes Brannigan up, hammerlocks the right arm and slams him on the arena floor! CWM rolls back into the ring to breakup Charles Robinson's count. Charles asks him to stay inside while he counts Tony out. CWM ignores the words coming out of his mouth. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Tony milks the count for all it's worth, massaging his right arm outside. His expression goes from one of a grimace to shock as he sees CWM HURDLE the top rope and drop an elbow across his chest. COLE Oh, my! What a move from CWM! "C-DUB-M!" "C-DUB-M!" "C-DUB-M!" COACH I can't believe people are actually cheering him. COLE Neither men exactly fan favorites, but the fans appreciate the competitiveness of CWM. He'll win or die trying. COACH Maybe we'll get lucky and see the latter. CWM takes off his BELT and WHIPS Tony across the stomach! Brannigan makes the mistake of turning around. The crowd going wild as CWM gets his licks in, payback for what happened two weeks ago. * WHAP * * WHAP * * WHAP * Charles Robinson sticks his head through the ropes, warning of a disqualification if the belt isn't put away. CWM narrowly misses bitch slapping Robinson with the belt. COACH Heh. That'll teach Charles from threatening a DQ. Charles steps outside to take the belt away from CWM. The only belt taken away is Charles', as Tony physically removes the belt from around his waist...all while CWM continues whipping him. COACH It's turned into a strap match! COLE CWM and Tony beating the hell out of each other with the leather belts. Tony takes a giant swing, CWM ducking under and wrapping the belt around Tony's neck! He reaches out for the referee as CWM chokes him out with the belt. With the referee unable to reason with CWM, Tony has no choice but to find a way to escape himself. Brannigan backs CWM against the ring apron, ramming him back-first into the edge of the apron until he releases the death grip. After a few tries CWM lets go, falling down to the floor. Brannigan removes the belt, gasping for air. He walks to the other side of the ring to buy himself some time. Tony the first to step back inside the ring. Brannigan whallops a returning CWM with a major league clothesline. He grabs his right arm immediately afterwards, having out of instinct used the right arm -- the injured arm -- to clothesline CWM. Tony doubles over in pain, clutching the arm closely to his chest. He falls back on CWM. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! CWM brought back to his feet, Tony throwing kneelifts to the side of the head. Double hand thrust to the throat. Brannigan leans his left shoulder on CWM and fires him across the ring. But CWM reverses the Irish whip and hurls Tony up in the air, Brannigan crashing down on CWM's knee. GUTBUSTER. CWM scoopes Brannigan up, hammerlock slam into an ARMBREAKER! Brannigan doing whatever he can to get free, but CWM has the hold firmly applied. Tony cries out as CWM applies further pressure to the arm. Brannigan gets to a vertical base and viciously kicks CWM in the face until he lets go of the move. He drops the knee dangerously close to the throat, prompting a warning from the referee. COLE That right arm killing Tony Brannigan. Normally he'd drop the elbow, but due to the injured arm he was unable to do so. COACH Man, does Synth ever look like a punk when he couldn't go with a bad arm. COLE That's not true at all. The poor guy had his arm broken. He and his partner got ambushed by the South Central Militia. Punkmaster P was knocked out, while Synth had his arm targeted. He still wanted to fight, and was taking it to the New New Midnight Express until he got kicked in the arm. Even with a bad arm Brannigan showboats, giving the fans a singular bicep pose while keeping the injured right arm pressed close to his body, grimacing and all. He turns around... SPINNING ELBOW! CWM with the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, FOOT ON THE ROPE! Brannigan whipped to the corner. CWM with a clothesline, then a BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM picks Tony up by the head, and gets leveled with a vicious left-arm lariat. Tony poses for the crowd again, and this time there's no CWM to hit him when he turns around. "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE I don't understand this at all. Why showboat? You're fighting one of the toughest sons of bitches in the OAOAST, with a bad arm at that, and you're posing? COACH I think Tony's using this as a motivational tatic. Some athletes thrive on the hostile reaction from the fans. I bet that's what Tony's doing here. COLE That's one way to interpret it. Other way is, he's an arrogant son of a bitch. Tony applies a front facelock, setting CWM up for a suplex -- but his right arm gives and CWM is able to float over the top. He quickly grabs a 3/4 facelock, trying to go for the Pollycutter but Tony shoots him off to the ropes. CWM caught coming off the ropes with a backbreaker. He rolls off the knee and onto his stomach. Brannigan going straight for the back, driving the knee into the lower back. Snapmare takeover into a DRAGON SLEEPER! COLE How about Tony breaking out the Dragon Sleeper? No doubt a move taught to him by Dan Black. Their sparing sessions legendary among the guys in the back. Grueling 30 minute workout sessions where they stretch the hell out of each other. COACH Notice how Tony is using the left arm to apply the Dragon Sleeper. COLE Brannigan's right arm has taken a lot of punishment, make no mistake about it. Brannigan not only working the neck but also the back, grinding the left knee into the spine of the back. Very punishing. CWM trying to escape by ramming the knee into the top of Tony's head. The blows stun Brannigan, but he maintains the sleeper. That doesn't stop CWM from continuing the throw the knees into the head. He unleashes a fury of knee strikes, eventually freeing himself from the sleeper. Tony staggers around the ring, shaking off the cobwebs. COLE Right, left. Right, left. Right, left. Spinning clothesline! Down goes Tony! The cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM backs Tony into the corner with forearm strikes. He whips Brannigan sternum-first to the opposite corner. He hits the far side as Tony bounces off the turnbuckles. Brannigan ducks a clothesline and decks CWM with one of his own! Tony goes down as well. COLE Again, out of instinct, he used the bad arm. Tony dropping to his knees, in obvious pain, clutching the right arm. He can't even throw a punch anymore. Brannigan showing a lot of guts, a helluva a lot of guts wrestling with a bad arm. I know he wants the OAOAST Championship back, the title he believes was stolen from him a month ago at the Great Angle Bash, but I'm proud to know this man is on our side in the uprising. Drek Stone and the GPX can look at this match, all the matches involving the men who built this damn company from the ground up and know they aren't gonna roll over. Tony basically muscles CWM up with one hand, dropping him throat-first on the top rope. COACH What's Tony gonna do here? I sure hope it isn't a powerbomb. You can't powerbomb CWM. It's not a powerbomb, but rather an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER! COLE Lateral press, Tony hooks-- No, he can't. He tried lifting up the leg with his bad arm but couldn't. Unable to hook the leg in a lateral press, Tony leans up against CWM and uses the left arm to hook the near leg. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COACH This match should be over, M.C. Tony had it won, but that bad arm prevented him from covering CWM properly. Brannigan goes up to the top and dives the knee into the side of the head. TOP ROPE KNEE DROP! COLE It's over. Tony Brannigan is gonna win this. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Tony goes back up to the top. Diving knee-- caught in mid-air by CWM! Spinning toehold into the FIGURE-4 LEGLOCK! Brannigan in agony, trying to get to the ropes but CWM has the Figure-4 locked in the center of the ring. Tony grits his teeth, tugging on his hair from the pain. Tony inches towards the ropes, using his 6'6" frame to grab the bottom rope. He hobbles back to his feet and tries taking CWM out with a clothesline, but CWM ducks and nails Tony with a RUNNING KNEE TO THE JAW! Brannigan falls to the mat and rolls outside. He isn't safe there. CWM hits the ropes and leaps over the top rope and crashes onto Tony with a cross bodyblock. COLE It wasn't pretty but damn effective. Russian Legsweep into the guardrail. The back of Tony's head meeting steel. A couple of fans ringside patting him on the bad arm, which he sells. Su-- No, Tony hanged on the top rope. CWM took Tony up for what appeared to be a suplex but he draped his feet on the top rope. Brannigan hanging upside down, helpless as CWM beats the hell out of him. As Tony tries to pull himself up, with one arm, CWM comes off the second turnbuckle with an elbow to the forehead. Again Tony tries pulling himself up, CWM coming back with the elbow, but this time Tony uses the referee to help pull himself up and CWM crashes to the arena floor! Tony steps back outside, scooping CWM up in a bearhug and rams him into the ringpost. Brannigan now stomping the back feverishly. He places CWM on the apron and slides back inside the ring. He reaches over the top rope and tries suplexing CWM in, but he doesn't have enough strength in his arm to do so. So he turns CWM, placing him back-first against the ropes and softens him up with clubber forearm shots to the chest (using the left arm, of course) before bringing him in with an inverted suplex from the ring apron! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Brannigan struggles to climb up the turnbuckles with his bad right arm, but makes it to the top. CWM hits the ropes, causing Tony to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. He nearly falls from the top to the mat, but CWM waistlocks him on the way down and powers him up. RUNNING CONSPIRACY BOMB! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! CWM fires a couple of rights before whipping Tony. Brannigan hitting the corner hard, dropping to his knees near mid-ring. CWM gets a running start... SHINING WIZARD. He doesn't go for the pin. With Tony down, CWM climbs to the top. The fans erupt as CWM hits the TEEN SPIRIT LEGDROP (Harlem/Houston Hangover)! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! COLE A desperation move by Tony. COACH Don't see how it's desperate. He HAD to kickout. Irish whip. CWM once again going for that whip to the turnbuckle, clothesline off the ropes maneuver that didn't work earlier. Tony hitting hard off the corner and clothes-- No, OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COACH No way! COLE The momentum CWM had built up within the last few minutes just saved him from defeat. Pure adrealine. Tony must be thinking, "how do I beat this man?" What a match between two of the biggest stars to ever grace a OAOAST ring. Tony picks CWM up and shoots him to the ropes. OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! He isn't done there. He scoopes CWM back up and fires him back off to the ropes. Another OOBE spinebuster. And he isn't done yet. Irish whip. OUT OF B-- POLLYCUTTER! COACH DAYUM~! COLE CWM countered the Out of Body Experience with the Pollycutter! Both men are down. COACH Them boys breakin' out the heavy artillery now. The crowd clapping and stomping their feet. CWM rolls over and drapes an arm across Tony's chest. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! COLE MY GOD! What will it take?! Frustrated, CWM removes the turnbuckle pad, exposing the STEEL. Tony charges from behind, CWM moves out of the way and Tony hits the exposed turnbuckle sternum-first. POLLY-- No, Tony shoves CWM off to the ropes. Gutwrench into a Tombstone-- No, CWM counters. SHOULDERBREAKER. Shoulderbreaker. Shoulderbreaker. CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COLE Fans jumping out of their seats in amazement. Big move after big move. Nothing keeping these two warriors down. Conspiracy Bomb coming up. Tony tries fighting out of it with right hands that send CWM reeling. Brannigan THUMBS CWM in the eye and the two fall over the top rope to the floor. The two get up trading blows. Tony rakes the eyes and throws CWM back in the ring. He climbs to the top and nails CWM with a MISSLE DROPKICK! The crowd popping for the expanded offense of Brannigan. Tony picks CWM up by the hair and delivers two well-executed kneelifts to the side of the head. Brannigan goes for the Rude Awakening, but with the bad arm CWM is able to break the grip. CWM avoids a clothesline and hot shots/stun guns Tony on the exposed turnbuckle. Tony staggers to the center of the ring, CWM 3/4 facelocking the head and... No, Tony shoots CWM off to the ropes. Still reeling from smacking into the exposed turnbuckle Tony sets too soon. CWM with a swinging neck-- SWINGING POLLYCUT-- No, Tony counters with the RUDE AWAKENING! COACH DAYUM~! COLE OH, MY! 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * The fans give both wrestlers a much deserved standing ovation. Both men laid out in the center of the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match... TONY BRANNIGAN! COLE What a match! We witness some of the most incredible action-packed moments the last few minutes of the match. Both guys hitting each other with everything they have. But it all ended when Tony was able to pull out of the Pollycutter in mid-air and reverse it into the Rude Awakening! Tony has won the battle of the Elite, but I think both men will leave with a tremendous amount of respect for the other. COACH No doubt about it, Mikey. In the words of Tazz -- "big ups" to CWM and Tony. Helluva match. Grimacing, Tony heads backstage clutching his arm as "Simply Ravishing" blares in the background. The fans giving him and a fallen CWM a round of applause. [b][color=red]DIRTY DEEDS[/color] September 25th, 2005 FENWAY PARK LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW[/b]

I'm pretty sure this is shorter than Eski's match, so I win "Shortest Match of the Night." Not my best work, but it done to write THR out for their big return later this year. The synthesized beat of Giorgio Moroder's "Chase" begins blasting over the multi-million dollar sound system, drawing the jeers of the fans as Jim Cornette leads the lastest incarnation of the Midnight Express -- the New New Midnight Express -- to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their manager Jim Cornette; at a combined weight of 460 pounds, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXPRESSSS! Cornette holds the middle rope up for his men, following them in. All 3 men head to their corner, with Ned acknowledging out one of the few pro-NNMX signs in the crowd. BUFFER And their opponents. Weighing 455 pounds, Synth featuring Punkmaster P -- the PUNK RRROCKERSSSS! "G's & Soliders" hits, the the fans rising to their feet, cheering wildly as Synth and Punkmaster P sprint to the ring. The New New Midnight Express go to meet Synth and P.P. head-on, but referee Nick Patrick holds them back. Jim Cornette berates the referee when, in actuality, it's all part of the plan. The SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA blindside the Punk Rockers on their way to the ring. Shyanne, the sister of Marcellus, hands the S.C.M. a pair of NIGHTSTICKS. COLE Hey, come on, damnit! These guys have no busy being out here. Cornette keeping the referee distracted while the South Central Militia assault the Punk Rockers on the outside. COACH We're witnessing what happens to a couple of punks when they break the law in south central L.A., baby. Vincent Santana rams Punkmaster P HEAD-FIRST into the RINGPOST, knocking him out cold. Then he and Marcellus brutalize Synth with the nightsticks. Synth fights back, driving Marcellus straight back into the edge of the ring apron. Marcellus keeps him ground as he and Vincent pumpel Synth, with Vincent getting in many shots to the ribs with the nightstick. Marcellus grabs Synth's right arm and slams it down on the RING STEPS. The loud THUD grabbing the attention of Nick Patrick. He ejects the S.C.M. from ringside, calling for officials backstage to come out and escort Marcellus and Vincent. With pleasure the S.C.M. peacefully go backstage with the officials, punking fans along the way. COLE What's gonna happen here? The bell never rang -- Hell, the Punk Rockers didn't even make to the ring. Can Synth even go? His partner -- the one who's with him tonight -- is being helped to the back. Synth is in a considerable amount of pain. His arm may be broken. The South Central Militia are obviously here for the sole purpose of eliminating the Heavenly Rockers from the OAOAST. They've taken out Holly-Wood -- damn near breaking her neck. They've taken out Logan -- not physically but emotional. And they just may have taken out Synth. Nick Patrick confers with Synth outside, crotching down. He rises back up and calls for the b-- Synth calls him by the collar of his shirt, shouting "NO!" "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" The cameras pick up Nick repeatedly asking, "Are you sure?" Synth nods. NICK: "I want you to be sure that I'm ending the match the moment I see you in trouble, you understand?" Synth nods again. He jumps in the ring before Nick Patrick has a chance to call for the bell. COLE This kid's got guts. He probably shouldn't even wrestle, especially since it's gonna be 2-on-1 with Punkmaster P out, but he's fighting not just for himself but for his friends. COACH He can always find new ones. * DING DING * The Midnights break away from Jim Cornette and charge Synth. He ducks underneath a double-team clothesline, hits the ropes and takes both Midnights off their feet with a running dropkick! Ned knocked back off his feet with a spinning heel kick. Simon kicked on the way. Irish whip. Back bodydrop. His back facing the Midnights, Synth climbs the turnbuckles all the way up. Perched on the top, he checks between his legs, waiting for both Midnights to get back to their feet. MOONSAULT! Nick Patrick counts both Midnights. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "The Handsome Hustler" met with a dropkick, followed by a running leg lariat that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Simon nails Synth with a hard shot from behind. He whips him to the corner, charging in after him, Synth leaping onto the top rope and diving back onto Singleton with a reverse CROSS BODY! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! With just Synth and Simon in the ring, the crowd calls for the DDT. Synth sets Simon up for Percussion. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Ned steaming ahead, but is unable to react quickly enough. Blanchard with a SIDEKICK to the arm. The pain running down the arm causing Synth to let go of the front facelock. Singleton capitalizes, hitting a SINGLE-ARM DDT! Synth SCREAMS at the top of his lungs as Simon leans back and applies an ARMBAR. The scream causes Nick Patrick to immediately call for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The fans don't like it. But it's the right call. A young man's career is at stake here. Now break the damn hold, damnit! Break it! Nick Patrick forcefully tries to pull Simon off, but Ned comes over and shoves him to the corner. Jim Cornette keeps Nick trapped in the corner, parking his backside up against the long-time referee. The armbar still applied, Synth can only hope and pray Simon lets go of the hold before any further damage is done. Ned stomping him in the back of the head. Cornette tosses Blanchard the TENNIS RACKET. The good news for Synth is, the armbar is released. The bad news: Simon extends the arm out and Ned bases the racket across the arm. COLE Officials storm the ring and thankfully regain order. The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette making their way backstage, pleased with their actions. I'm tellin' you, some day those 3 men will get theirs. And when they do, I and millions of fans around the world will watch as they get their asses handed to them.

Those are complete. All I need to do is go in and polish them up. Should be posted in GCF later this afternoon.

What do you think about having a OAOASTer book an entire show in November? The idea is inspired by Zack's Armchair Bookers threads at the Pit. It could be a one or two week thing, maybe even the entire month. I guess that's more of an SWF thing, but it might be a fun idea to try here for at least a week.

Not exactly my finest work, but with two PPV matches to write this week's stuff is going to have to take one for the team. I do think the Punkmaster P (repacked Purist) stuff is funny. The crowd boos as the New New Midnight Express, their manager Jim Cornette, the South Central Militia and an unidentified woman appear on the AngleTron in front of a HD backdrop. From Sofa Central, Michael Cole. COLE As the voice of the OAOAST, I've been given the task of interviewing the 6 individuals all my fellow broadcast colleagues declined to interview out of disgust for their actions last week on this program. [quote]In grainy black and white picture... The masked men storm the ring and...go straight for the Heavenly Rockers. One of the men hammering Logan upside the head with the nightstick, the other using the nightstick to clothesline Synth. *CLIP* One of the LBJs charges out of the corner, SPEARING Mann, while the other charges with a CLOTHESLINE. Blanchard with the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX... Ned pins Mann. The LBJs slamming Nick Patrick near the cover. Grimacing, Nick counts 1-2-3. *CLIP* Security and officials rush out from the back, watching helplessly as the New New Midnight Express and LBJs beat the Heavenly Rockers with the nightsticks. The 4 men handcuff Synth and Logan to the cage -- slapping them around. The LBJs remove their masks to reveal... ...THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! The S.C.M. tie their bandana's around the eyes of the Heavenly Rockers. They stick cigarettes in their mouths, which are spit out. Marcellus and Vincent grab the nightsticks and drill Synth and Logan in the head. The S.C.M. pick up the cigarette and light them up. Them, the Midnights and Cornette raising their arms in victory.[/quote] COLE In my 8 years in this business, I have never seen anything more brutal than what occurred last week. Your actions were deplorable. Ned playing "the world's smallest violin" in the background. COLE When Holly beat Ned a couple of weeks back, you promised that would be the end. It wasn't. CORNETTE Rock stars aren't the brightest of the bunch, ya know. COLE Don't you have any remorse? NED Not really. SIMON To tell you the truth, I haven't been so emotional affected since the end of "Love Story." Simon, Ned and Cornette laugh. Cole disgusted. COLE What about you Marcellus and Vincent -- any remorse? MARCELLUS Remorse?! You think anybody had remorse for me when my baby sis had to work the streets to help put food on the table after our old man died? Hell, no! Why the hell should I care about some ho? Jimmy "Cracker" Cornette paid us to do a job -- eliminate the Heavenly Rockers. 1 down, 1 to go. VINCENT That bitch had it comin' anyway. COLE You attacked a defenseless woman. There's no honor in that. CORNETTE It was self-defense. COLE It was sickening. CORNETTE No! Self-defense. Didn't you see the match? COLE I [i]called[/i] the damn match. CORNETTE Then you saw her stick her nose where it didn't belong throughout the match. [quote]Jim Cornette, neck brace and all, tears Earl a new one for not letting the LBJs in. The two trade shoves, resulting in Cornette hitting Earl with the RACKET! As Cornette unlocks the door for the masked men to enter, HOLLY-WOOD grabs him from behind. She spins Cornette around. * WHAMMY * Holly decks Cornette with a big right hand, much to the appreciation of the crowd. The Prince of Polyester flopping to the floor. ...Holly-Wood climbs all the way to the top of the cage. Holly off the top onto the masked men with a CROSS BODYBLOCK![/quote] CORNETTE (CONT'D) She attacked us. We had every right to defend ourselves. But thanks to the wonderful work of the finest woman in all of south central Los Angeles-- COLE That's no woman. That's a cold, heartless b-- The Midnights and Cornette are taken aback. The woman puts her hands on hips and bobbles her head. Marcellus and Vincent irate. CORNETTE Show some class, Michael Cole... COLE Looks who's talking. SIMON Enjoyed the first one, didn't care for the second, but found the third one to be enjoyable. MARCELLUS Watch how you talk to my lil' sis, punk! You don't wanna end up like the last sucka who talked down to her, wherever he is. COLE I beg your pardon. Are you saying that heartless woman... NED Which means none of the emotion baggage women typically bring. COLE (CONT'D) ...is your sister [i]Shyanne[/i]? CORNETTE Better known by her stage name of "Brown Sugar." She made quite a few guys happy back in her day, if ya know what I mean. Heh Heh. COLE What, Marcellus decided since he's already pimped her out on the streets, he might as well use her to further along his career? Gritting his teeth, Marcellus takes a step forward, his fist cocked. Luckily for Cole, he's conducting the interview from Sofa Central rather than backstage. Vincent, Shyanne and Cornette calm Marcellus. COLE You must be real proud of yourself, young lady -- and I use that term very loosely. Because of your actions last week... [quote]The woman scoopes Holly up on her shoulder and drops her face-first on the top turnbuckle. SNAKE EYES. As Holly bounces off the turnbuckle, the woman hits the far side of the ring hard and CLOTHESLINES the hell out of Holly... Ned holds Holly up, Cornette handing the racket over to the woman. She pumpels Holly's ribcage with the racket. Ned requesting a piledriver. He ask, she delivers. PILEDRIVER! Cornette mockingly asking Holly "one more?" Referring to when Holly asked the crowd last week if she should give Cornette one more DDT. Slow motion: PILEDRIVER! Super slow motion: PILEDRIVER! Logan yelling, kicking his feet... on the verge of tears as Holly's body lies contorted. The crowd littering the ring with anything that can be thrown.[/quote] COLE (CONT'D) ...Holly suffered 3 cracked ribs and a severely sprained neck. Suffice to say, she'll be out quite a while. SHYANNE If that tramp knows what's good for her, she'll never come back. People like Holly-Wood make me sick. She has it all -- fame, money, looks. I couldn't just run up to daddy and ask for a pony. I had to fight for everything I have today. My brother had to fight for everything he has to do. He lost an eye defending me. The least I could do is fight for him. Our father wasn't a rich man. All we have left of him is his love for pro wrestling. That's why we do what we do, and we're gonna keep doin' it until we become the World tag team champions. The Midnights and Cornette are a bit troubled by that comment, but they don't make it a big deal. CORNETTE Well, heh heh. See, they have hearts. And speaking of hearts, we told Logan we'd break his heart, and that's exactly what we did. Now he's out of action because he has to play Mr. Mom and take care of his girlfriend who looks like a fairy tale -- very grim. NED Hey, they're a helluva team, the Heavenly Rockers are. Not as good as me-- I mean, not as great as the New New Midnight Express, but good. Despite our total domination over them... SIMON Like when we owned Hell's Hitmen. Until they kicked our ass. Remember when JINGUS stuck that fork in your head. NED (grimacing) Damn, did that hurt like a bitch. As I was saying, despite our complete and utter domination over the Heavenly Rockers, they still keep coming back. Tonight we'll put an end to that when Simon finishes off Synth. COLE You are unbelieveable. NED Thank you. "Chase" hits, the crowd letting the Midnights have it as they leave the interview arena and make their way to the ring. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest on HeldDOWN is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring fellow New New Midnight Express member Ned Blanchard and their manager Jim Cornette. From Charleston, South Carolina, weighing 225 pounds, "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton! COACH Fun interview, eh, M.C.? COLE It was like having a root canal. As you heard Jim Cornette mention, Logan will also be out of action for some quite. He requested -- and was granted -- a leave of absence to care for Holly. We at the OAOAST certainly send our best to Logan and Holly during this tough time. Another duo we'd like to send get well wishes to are the Sk8ter Boiz. They were scheduled to defend their tag titles against a top international team at AngleSlam, but The Marv sustained a deep knee bruise last Thursday against The Original Elite. CWM did quite the number of his knee, causing it to stiffen up over the past week. CABOOSE I've been in the ring with CWM and let me tell you, it isn't fun. COLE I was talking to our head trainer earlier today and he told me Marv should be cleared to go within a week. The Boiz have had quite the busy schedule since winning the titles from the New New Midnight Express in May. COACH It's a sign, fellas. If I'm a tag team in the OAOAST, I'm beggin' Calvin to for a tag team title match. The Boiz' luck is running out. BUFFER And his opponent. From Sin City, weighing 245 pounds, SYNTH! The crowd erupts as Synth comes out alone, "G's & Soilders" playing in the background. He sprints to the ring, diving underneath the bottom rope and fighting from one knee as he's met by right hands from Simon. Synth gets the better of Simon, firing him to the ropes. BACK BODYDROP! The Handsome Hustler and Jim Cornette both jump on the apron. Synth decking Ned with a right and nearly hitting Cornette as well, but he jumps off the apron. The Synthmeister nailed from behind by Singleton. Simon traps him in the ropes and rocks him with sharp rights. Irish whip. Synth catches Simon lowering his head with a kick to the shoulder, followed by a DROPKICK that sends Singleton flying. He CLOTHESLINES him over the top rope to the floor. Blanchard and Cornette rushing over. Fired up, Synth poses at every corner, pumping his fists. COLE He's running on emotion, fans. His friend/publicist in the hospital, his partner by her side, Synth is a lone wolf tonight. But he knows Logan and Holly are here in spirit. CABOOSE And as I explained a few weeks back -- running on emotion is a dangerous thing. That's why you have a brain. Think with it. Cornette complains to referee Miles Manchester about the closed fists being thrown by Synth. Miles warns Synth, who gently puts him aside and pats his arm. Synth hits the ropes, Cornette running away as Synth DIVES over the top and crashes onto Blanchard and Singleton outside! Cornette tries getting in a cheapshot with the TENNIS RACKET, but Synth stops him before he can, chasing Jimmy Cornette into the ring. Cornette crawls to the corner like a baby, backing up against the turnbuckles. Synth grabs Cornette by his red tie, cocking the fist back. COLE James E. begging Synth not to hurt him. Synth looking to the crowd. They want to see Cornette get his. Hell, I want to see Cornette get what he has coming. Sarcastic Simon from behind with a double-axehandle to the back. "The Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard distracts the referee from the apron as Simon holds Synth up for Cornette. Cornette taps the racket on the mat and swings. * BOOM * Down goes Simon! The crowd pops big. Both Cornette and Ned are stunned at the recent turn of events. Synth nails Cornette in the gut with a kick, and then THROWS him into Ned. The cover. ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" * DING DING DING * COACH I don't believe this! CABOOSE And his name isn't even Special Delivery Jones. COLE Synth with a mega shocker. That match didn't even go a minute. BUFFER The winner of the match...SYYYNTH! Miles holds Synth's arm up in victory. Synth's right arm whacked from behind by a NIGHTSTICK! COLE What the hell?! COACH It's the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! COLE Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana once again doing the dirty work for Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express. Vincent drives the point of the nightstick on the arm. Marcellus hammerlocking the arm and slamming Synth to the canvas. Blanchard and Cornette getting their licks in. COLE They're--They're trying to break that kid's arm. Again. COACH (laughing) And there isn't anyone here to help me. The S.C.M. hold Synth's legs down while Ned holds the right arm out, Cornette bashing the racket across the back. Sarcastic Simon off the top... COLE No, damnit! No! ...with a KNEE DROP ON THE ARM! Synth writhing in pain. Ned tells the guy's he wants to drop a knee down on the arm. They all give him the OK. Simon taking over Ned's duty of holding the arm out. COLE Not again. Not again, damnit! The Handsome Hustler arrogantly stutter-struts to the corner, making Synth sweat some more as he makes the slow climb up the top. Then, out of the crowd comes a man dressed in a yellow spandex jacket with a giant "P" on the back, wearing a skull cap, gold steel chain and sunglasses. He SHOVES Blanchard off the top rope. CABOOSE This bloke looks awfully familiar. This hip homie enters the ring and grabs one of the nightsticks laying on the ground. Marcellus charges, "P" with a shot to the gut, swiping the feet from under Wallace with the nightstick. Vincent makes his move. "P" spinning counter-clockwise and using the nightstick to sweep Santana off his feet. Now it's Sarcastic Simon's turn. He, too, is drilled in the stomach with the nightstick, then kicked out of the ring. The Handsome Hustler charges the man and is BACKDROPPED over the top rope and onto Simon and the S.C.M. outside. The crowd pops for this one man thug. He calls for a microphone. CABOOSE I know who that is. COACH Well tell us. CABOOSE THE PURIST! COLE The Purist?! Why, we haven't seen him in over 2 years. COACH He must've had an extreme makeover since then. Look at how he's dressed. "P" calls for another mic. Luckily 2 mics are kept ringside: one for the ring announcer, the other for interviews at Sofa Central or a replacement for a faulty mic. The homie pulls a WALKMAN out of his jacket. He places the headphones over the mic. * BOOM-BOOM, POW, BOOM-BOOM, POW * A beat goes out. COACH Is--Is he gonna rap? CABOOSE Wrestlecrap moment coming up. "P" (rapping) Punkmaster P coming through your TV screen, getting ready to get down to the nitty-gritty Rappin' in the alley with P.N. Newz, he gave Punkmaster P some mad rhymes to use I know I'm white, but like Synth by my side, I'm really chewy caramel on the inside. While I'm not snortin' coke with Pat O'Brien, or half as funny as Conan O'Brien, I'm gonna be knockin' Cornette's noggin'. This Sunday we gotta pay-per-view and I'm here to challenge the two of you (referring to the NNMX) That's if, and only if, the Synthmeister says it's cool Hey, ho, hey, hey, ho! Sticks mic out to crowd. CROWD .... Say hey, ho, hey, hey, ho! CROWD ... PUNKMASTER P That's all I got. Word. Everybody is speechless. The heels are just standing with their jaws dropped. Even Synth, clutching his arm close to his chest, doesn't know what to think. The Punkmaster walks over to him, his fist reaching out. PUNKMASTER P Respek. Synth ponders his decision. FIST POUND. COLE Well, guys, I think...I think we have a new match signed for AngleSlam. CABOOSE Did he really make the challenge through a rap? My, my. COACH The Coach has an announcement of his own, boys. With the summertime coming to an end, that means the babes are going away until the spring. COLE Is that right? COACH I know that doesn't effect you, Mikey, but it effects The Coach and millions of red-blooded males worldwide. That's why next week on HeldDOWN, The Coach is gonna bring the babes. Summer Fun in the Fall: Chicks in Bikinis. Next week on HD.

Short and sweet. Standing atop the interview stage inside the arena is Tony Schiavone. Fans doing whatever they can to get themselves and/or their signs on TV. SCHIAVONE AngleSlam is this Sunday night on pay-per-view. Of course, headlined by the big Hoff/Axel showdown for the World Heavyweight Title. You'll also see my guest at this time facing off against his former Original Elite partner CWM. Ladies and gentlemen... TONY BRANNIGAN! "He's simply ravishing...OWWWW!" As usual, the former World Champion greeted with a rude reception. He makes his way onto the stage, sneering as chants of "TO-NY SUCKS" fill the air. COACH I guess we know who the fans will be cheering for. SCHIAVONE Tony, a lot of questions that need to be answered. The biggest one being: Why? Why did you turn on CWM? With everything that's going down in the OAOAST, with the Upstarts and all, now seems like a bad time for the Originals to start feuding with each other. In addition to that, you guys had the match won. "CWM!" "CWM!" "CWM!" TONY If the fans can keep the noise down, I would be more than happy to give you the answers you want. On cue, the crowd noise grows louder. A mixture of "Tony Sucks" and "CWM" chants. TONY Quite simply, Mr. Schiavone, all the answers are in front of you. I'm a Texan and we Texans known how to fight multiple battles all at once. I could've easily waited for CWM to get the 1-2-3 and then crack his skull open. But I made CWM know what it feels like to have a championship taken out from right under you. He cost me the World Title last month, the very title that was stolen from me at the Bash. Totally unacceptable. He talked about how my obsession with the World Title prevented me from seeing the bigger picture. It seems to me, his living in the forgotten 51st state of the union has caused him to lose touch with reality. Nothing is more important than yours truly. "BOOOOOOOOOO!" TONY You want to talk about tough love, CWM? Well, you got a dose of it last week. SCHIAVONE What does Dan Black have to say about the whole situation? TONY That's between us and nobody else. So, in closing... "YEEEAAAAHHHH!" Tony looks both ways, angered by the crowd's excitement he's about through. COACH That man's an institution in the OAOAST. He shouldn't be disrespected like that. COLE Well, he's going to have more problems than a lack of respect. From out of the crowd appears CWM, attacking Tony onstage. The two exchange blows, with CWM getting the better of Brannigan. Right hand sends Tony falling off the stage onto the concrete floor below. Tony gets up in a dazed. CWM with a FLYING CLOTHESLINE off the stage! He mounts of top of Brannigan and hammers him with forearm strikes. Tony rolls CWM over and fires back with rights. COLE Oh, my! They aren't even waiting until AngleSlam. CWM and Tony slug it out down the aisle. Tony with a kneelift, he tries ramming CWM head-first into the guardrail but CWM blocks it and sends Tony in instead. Brannigan stumbles around, catching CWM with a back-kick and a clubbering forearm shot. The two trade blows as officials come out from the back to put an end to the impromptu brawl. COACH A-S is gonna be off the charts, fellas. I can't wait.

Simon Singleton vs. Synth

Popick, you bastard! You stole the tag team cage match from me! I want to say so did the line about "bringing the content," but I can't remember if I originated that one. But I'll take credit for it anyway. Other than that, good promo. I thought Mike came off looking good, in the sense that he went up to the champion man to man. If that makes any sense. I'm tired. Nice little angle involving Ashley and the "benefactor." Calvin broke the fourth wall. I liked how his character was written throughout the show. Foley-esque. Good Parka/VX promo. Belial's match did a good job putting him over. JINGUS going Ozzy Osbourne on the mic = A+ The Deadly Alliance explode! Fun bit with the Cow. To put myself over, I guess my two matches saved the show. I brought the content this week. Hooray me!

Cut to Michael Cole at Sofa Central, with Jesse "The Body" Ventura. COLE I'd like to welcome in the man who will be color commentary for not only this match, but also the cage match later tonight, Jesse "The Body" Ventura. Jess, big match coming up next, one I know you're looking forward to. VENTURA That's right, Michael Cole. You got CWM and my personal favorite Tony Brannigan vs. The Sk8ter Boiz for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. The Boiz have spent the past 3 or so weeks overseas, successfully defending their title and winning the European Tag Cup. They've been referred to as the luckiest tag team in the world. Tonight I believe their luck runs out. I predict new tag team champions. "BOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Jess, this will be the first time CWM and Tony Brannigan have ever teamed up. There's been some tension between the two in recent weeks, tension they've apparently worked out. But it still doesn't change the fact this is their first time teaming together. What effect will that have on them? VENTURA Very little I think. Not only are they former World Champions, but they're also former World Tag Team Champions. They know what it's like tagging up. COLE The tag team title match is next. So let's go up to Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship! It is set for one fall. Introducing first, the challengers. The lights go out and the opening chords of the song kick in as a mist fills the entrance way. "I would never bother you I would never promise to I will never follow you I will never bother you Never say a word again I will crawl away for good" The mist fades and CWM appears, to a chorus of boos, Nirvana's "You Know You're Right" blaring in the background. BUFFER Making his way to the ring, from Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, weighing 245 pounds, C...W...M! CWM enters the ring and slumps down in the corner. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWW!" The former World Champion not pleased with the reception he receives, sneering at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. BUFFER His tag team partner. From Hollywood, U.S.A., weighing 262 pounds, TONY BRANNIGAN! Together they represent THE ORIGINAL ELITE! "BOOOOOOOOO!" Tony removes his robe and flexes for the hard camera before running the ropes. The fans not at all impressed. He pulls back on the top rope as... CUE: Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" ...3 yellow lights shine down on the entranceway, two green pryo missles SHOOTING out of the stage. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" BUFFER And their opponents. From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing 445 pounds, they are the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... THE SK8TER BOIZ! The Boiz scroll to the ring on their skateboards, fans reaching over the railing to touch Edmonton natives. The Boiz kick their boards up and step into the ring. They take off their tag titles and pose on the second turnbuckle. They jump down and hand the belts over to referee Charles Robinson, who shows them to the Elite and then holds them up in the air mid-ring. He walks over to the corner and hands the belts to Michael Buffer, then calls for the bell. * DING DING * COLE The bells ring and we're underway. Charles Robinson your referee for this match. Quite the matchup this will be, fans, and we're proud to be broadcasting this to you on TSM. Tony Brannigan and Hell Mel will start for their teams. Brannigan scopes out the competition, circling around Hell Mel, laughing at the Canadian's scrawny physique. Brannigan flaunts his stuff, doing an array of poses that ends with a double bicep pose. "BOOOOOOOO!" VENTURA Aw, yeah. Check out the body definition, Cole. The arms, the pecs, the traps, the quads -- everything perfect. Even Hell Mel is impressed with Tony. COLE He looks great. Hell Mel comes back with poses of his own, stealing Hulk Hogan's routine and ending with the cupping of the ear and a hip swivel. Irate, Tony kicks the bottom rope. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" COLE Check out that body, Body. VENTURA What are those morons cheering about? That body doesn't have any definition! All skin and bones. Brannigan charges his much smaller opponent, Hell Mel using his speed to get away. Tony hits hard in the corner, bouncing out and walking into an INVERTED ATOMIC DROP. Mel with another inverted atomic drop. The well-endowed Brannigan tip-toes around the ring in agony, squatting. Hell Mel hits the ropes and takes Brannigan off his feet with a clothesline, and another. The Marv tagged in. He catches Tony charging in with an armdrag takeover, followed by a dropkick. The 6'6, 262 pound challenger rushing to his feet only to be brought down by another armdrag. The Marv applies an armbar and tags out. Hell Mel off the top with the SHOOTING STAR DOUBLE-AXEHANDLE! Brannigan walks away, grabbing his arm. VENTURA This ain't the Olympics! He ain't gonna get no points for such a flashy move. Who does he think he is -- Mary Lou Retton? Kinda looks like her too. Hell Mel places Tony back in the armbar. Brannigan with a kneelift to the mid-section, firing Mel to the ropes. As Mel hits the ropes, CWM KNEES him from behind. He drags Mel into the corner and CHOKES him with the tag rope as Tony rests on one knee, being looked over by the referee. After CWM lets Mel out of the corner, Brannigan RAKES the eyes with the laces of the boot. He picks the Boi up and nails him head-first into the dull black boot of CWM. The Original Elite with a tag. CWM coming in and whalloping Hell Mel in the corner with stiff forearm and knee strikes. Snap suplex into a lateral press. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Snapmare takeover, CWM digging the fingers into the nose of Hell Mel. He rams Mel into Tony's knee and tags him in. Tony punishes Mel with rights, keeping him isolated in the Elite's part of the ring. Mel shoved in the corner, Brannigan ramming the shoulder into the gut. Charles Robinson has Tony back away, which ends up allowing CWM to choke Mel with the tag rope once again. COLE Turn around, ref! CWM choking the life out of Mel with the tag rope. The Marv jumping up and down like crazy on the apron, doing anything he can to get Charles' attention. Gagging, Hell Mel catches Tony coming in with a kick and strikes CWM with an elbow to the gut. The crowd gets going as Mel fights out of the corner with rights and lefts. Tony drops down and waistlocks Mel, tagging in CWM. Hell Mel continues to fight, and gets aid from his partner/brother Marv. The Marv, known to friends and family as Marvin Nerdly, pulls Tony off Mel and the Sk8ter Boiz and Original Elite slug it out in the ring. The Elite taking control by RAKING the eyes. The Boiz whipped to the ropes. They duck under a double clothesline and send the Elite flying out of the ring with STEREO DROPKICKS! The Boiz hit the ropes as CWM and Tony rise to their feet, diving through and crashing onto the Elite outside with a pair of SUICIDE DIVES! Hell Mel tosses CWM, the legal man, back inside the ring and tags out. Whatever double-team move the Boiz had in mind is altered when CWM reverses Mel's Irish whip. The Marv and Hell Mel improvise. Mel sliding through CWM's legs and out of the ring, allowing brother Marv to leap to the top rope from the middle of the apron and connect with a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYBLOCK! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! CWM the first to get to his feet. SPINNING EL-- No, Marv counters into a CRUCIFIX! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! CWM lunges at Marv, who leapfrogs over and jumps onto the middle rope, springing back and missing a reverse back elbow, hitting nothing but canvas. And does CWM make him pay. Stomping the hell out of him near the ropes. The Marv brought back to his feet and viciously rammed into the top turnbuckle. Marv whipped to the far corner, CWM following him in and drilling him with a clothesline, then taking him down with a BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Marv squirms and kicks his feet as CWM chokes him. CWM ignoring Charles Robinson's request to break. The former World Champion stomps Marv in the gut and walks over to the corner, removing the turnbuckle pad and exposing the steel. COLE Oh, no, Jesse! He's gonna ram The Marv into the steel! VENTURA If he does it, it'll probably get him and Tony disqualified. The Marv puts the foot up on the middle turnbuckle, preventing CWM from sending him into the expose steel. He nails CWM with a quick strike to the ribs and tries sending CWM head-first into the steel, but he too blocks it with his foot and responds in kind with an elbow strike to the ribs, even throwing in a side Russian legsweep for free. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM with the tag. Tony Brannigan stepping in and hammering Marv with a couple of forearm shots followed by a suplex. He faces the hard camera and gives the world the famous hip swivel. "BOOOOOOOOOO!" VENTURA How great of Tony, Cole, for him to find time out of his busy match to give the people what they came to see? "TO-NY SUCKS!" "TO-NY SUCKS!" "TO-NY SUCKS!" COLE The fans not as impressed as you are, Jess. VENTURA They oughta be. Tony driving the elbow repeatedly into the chest of Marv. Snapmare takeover into a reverse chinlock. Charles Robinson checking to see it isn't a choke. Brannigan makes kissy faces at the camera before rising to his feet and dropping the elbow across the forehead. Tony swiveling the hips again, the crowd jeering. He picks Marv up and whips him to the near side. Sidewalk-- No, countered into the TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS! Tony gets up on the wrong side of town. Right hand by Hell Mel. He staggers around into a right hand from The Marv. He staggers back to the corner and another right from Hell Mel. Then again from The Marv. Irish whip. The Marv lowers his head, Tony halts and drills Marv with a knee to the side of the head. He then cradles the head and turns Marv over. RUDE AWAKENING coming up. Hell Mel enters and stuns Brannigan with a DROPKICK, allowing Marv to break Tony's grip and counter with a BACKSLIDE! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! CWM with the save. All 4 men now slugging it out in the ring. The Boiz getting the better of the Elite. Double-leg takedowns into a pair of FIGURE-4 LEGLOCKS! VENTURA I don't believe it. That's CWM's move, Cole. They're stealing his move! COLE Some of the all-time greats have used the Figure-4 to great success, most notably the two "Nature Boy's" -- Hall of Famer Buddy Rogers and future Hall of Famer Ric Flair. VENTURA The Marv and Hell Mel aren't no all-time greats, that's for sure. CWM rakes The Marv's eyes, Tony doing the same on Hell Mel. Tony gets up with a limp, applying a front facelock on Marv and making the tag to CWM. CWM with a kick to the ribcage. The Marv trying to get away from his opponent, but like Statefarm CWM is there. Irish whip, CWM charging in. If Hell Mel wasn't lying down on the apron, recovering from the eye rake, a tag could've been made. Instead Marv floats over, CWM kicking him in the gut and setting up for a running CONSPIRACY BOMB. As Marv is lifted in the air, he makes the tag unbeknownst to CWM. CWM runs out of the corner and is DROPKICKED from behind. The Marv taking him over with a HURRICARANA. The Boiz fire CWM off to the ropes. Double backdrop. CWM nailed with a couple of high-impact moves. First, Marv and ROTATIONAL INERITA (standing moonsault into elbow drop), then Hell Mel and a plain ol' STANDING MOONSAULT! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Hell Mel whips CWM to the corner, tailing behind him and hitting hard in the corner as CWM moves out of the way and rolls him up in a SCHOOL BOY. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Irish whip. CWM missing a clothesline, Hell Mel ducking under and leaping to the middle rope. SPRINGBOARD DDT! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Hell Mel with a fury of rights. He looks over to the corner and sees the exposed steel turnbuckle. CWM whip to the exposed corner, his partner Tony Brannigan running over and jumping on top of the exposed turnbuckle. CWM bounces off Tony's body, diving out of the way of an attempted Stinger Splash in the corner. Mel catches himself in the corner and KICKS Tony hard enough that he's sent in the air and crotches himself on the top rope! CWM coming from behind and HEADBUTTING Mel into Tony! Brannigan falling to the apron, holding his head. VENTURA Oh! He headbutted him into Tony! COLE CWM using his partner as a human shield. A move right out of the legendary Andersons playbook. CWM with the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM stomping the co-holder of the tag title. The Marv fighting back from his knees with rights that don't even faze the 6'3 challenger. Hard knee to the side of the head by CWM. The Marv whipped to the corner, CWM following in and met with a FOOT to the face. The Marv following up with a sunset flip that gets two. CWM stuns Marv with a kick to the mid-section and drags him to the Elite's corner in a headlock. As CWM prepares to make the tag, Marv breaks out of the headlock and HEADBUTTS CWM into Tony! The momentum on his side Marv continues to bring it. CWM drops down, Marv hopping over and coming off the middle rope with an ASAI MOONSAULT. He lands on his feet as CWM rolls away, but his knee gives. Doubled over and holding his leg, The Marv leaves himself prone to attack. SHINING WIZARD! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Hell Mel with the save. CWM immediately goes after the leg. He drags Marv to the corner, sliding out of the ring and bashing the leg into the RINGPOST. Again. The Marv drags himself back towards the center of the ring, clutching his leg. COLE CWM taking a peak at his corner, Tony still down. He may have a concussion, Jess. VENTURA Possibily. But CWM can handle it in the meantime while Brannigan recovers outside. That's why he's an Elite, Cole. CWM grabs the leg and drops a succession of elbows before scissoring Marv's injured left leg. CWM lowers the kneepad and hammers the knee with his fist. While twisting the ankle, CWM throws elbows into the side of the head. Charles Robinson checking to see if Marv might not to consider giving up. CWM gets back to a vertical base along with Marv's leg and buries the knee above the calf, torquing the ankle to the right. The Marv screaming in pain. Hell Mel pounding the top turnbuckle, doing everything in his power to get the crowd behind his brother. "LET'S GO MARV!" *clap*clap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO MARV!" *clap*clap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO MARV!" *clap*clap*clapclapclap* The Marv pumps his fist, encouraging the crowd to keep it up. He pulls CWM's head back and connects with a clubbering forearm shot to the chest. CWM fires back with an elbow, putting a stop to Marv's comeback attempt. CWM gets back to his feet and applies a SPINNING TOEHOLD, the prelude to the Figure-4 Leglock. The Marv uses his right foot to shove CWM into the ropes. CWM collides with Tony as he finally gets back up on the apron! Brannigan falls to the arena floor. With both Elite members down, The Marv makes his move. He crawls to the corner, the fans clapping and stomping their feet. CWM rises back up and tries to get to The Marv before he has the chance to make the tag. The Marv looks back and sees CWM charging, he dives towards his corner and...MAKES THE TAG! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Hell Mel slingshots into the ring and levels CWM with a clothesline. Off the near side ropes with a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! The cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Now off the far side with a SPINNING HEEL KICK. Hell Mel goes to the corner, his back facing CWM and climbs up the turnbuckles. MOONSAULT! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! The Boiz climb up opposite corners. The Marv with a MISSLE DROPKICK! Woozy, CWM gets up. Hell Mel off the top with his own MISSLE DROPKICK! The Boiz bring CWM back to his feet, lifting him up for a double back suplex then dropping him forward like a flapjack. WALK THE DOG! Hell Mel with the cover. Charles Robinson asking The Marv to get out of the ring. The crowd boos as JIVIN' J.R. makes his way to the ring. Charles jumps over Mel and makes the count. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! VENTURA Tony pulls the referee out of the ring! COLE DAMN HIM! J.R. jumps on the apron, drawing the attention of Charles Robinson. The Marv steps back into the ring and charges Brannigan. He leaps over the top rope, but Tony catches him in mid-air and rams him into the ringpost. He drops to a knee, still reeling from all those headbutts. Meanwhile, in the ring, Hell Mel whips CWM to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL ROCK B-- NO, countered into the POLLYCUTTER! CWM has Mel pinned, but the referee is still distracted by J.R. J.R. frantically points behind Charles, telling him to go make the count. But Charles wants him off the apron first. CWM gets in J.R.'s face. Charles Robinson caught between the two. J.R. holding onto his waist. CWM reaches over Charles and drills J.R. with a right hand! J.R. pulling Charles out with him. COLE That's one way to get him down. VENTURA That oughta be me hittin' Jim Ross. That fat okie owes me royalties for the J.R. gimmick. As CWM turns around, he's leveled by a clothesline...from TONY! COLE MY GOD! Tony just turned on CWM. Tony picks his "partner" up and rams him head-first into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Kick to the gut, followed by the ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER! He places Hell Mel on top of CWM! COLE What the hell is going on? The crowd is absolutely stunned. Charles slides back into the ring. Tony having since exited. He watches on in the background as Charles counts... ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * A subdue pop, the crowd still getting over what just happened. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen, the winners and still World Tag Team Champions... THE SK8TER BOIZ! Hell Mel grabs the belts and his brother and gets the hell away from ringside. Tony grabs J.R., removing his BELT and then disgarding him like trash afterwards. He slides back in the ring and WHIPS CWM across the stomach with the belt! * WHAP * * WHAP * CWM rolls onto his stomach. * WHAP * * WHAP * * WHAP * COLE In the immortal words of J.R. -- "He's whipping him like a government mule." For the first time in a long time, chants of "CWM" echo inside the arena as Brannigan continues whipping him, opening up cuts on his back. He ties the belt around CWM's neck. RUDE AWAKENING! He doesn't let go, though. Picking CWM back up and hitting another Rude Awakening, and another before OAOAST officials finally get to the ring. Tony stands over CWM and swivels his whips. OAOAST officials watching on in disgust in the background. COLE Fans, we're just as confused as you are. CWM had the match won with the Pollycutter, but Tony Brannigan, his own tag team partner turned on him, Jesse. Why? VENTURA Only Tony knows. But something tells me it involves the World Heavyweight Title. COLE We gotta take a break. We'll be back with more after this.

Feel pretty good about the match. Rewrote the ending and aftermath, not as crisp as I would of liked, but it'll do as I still have to touchup the tag title match. That should be posted tomorrow afternoon/early evening. Don't you just love it when the writers leave comments in their match threads? Yeah. It makes me feel good too. * DING * DING * DING * DING * We return ringside with Michael Buffer standing on the ring steps by the cage door with a microphone. BUFFER This is the HeldDOWN~! main event of the evening. It is set for one fall and is sanction by the OAOAST Board of Directors and state athletic commission. When the bell rings your referee in charge is Nick Patrick. As agreed by both parties, the New New Midnight Express will leave the OAOAST if they lose tonight. Now let's meet the participants. CUE: "Chase" "BOOOOOOOOOO!" Jim Cornette, wearing a neck brace, leads the New New Midnight Express to the ring. Sarcastic Simon swats away a few hands reaching over the guardrail. The Midnights stop at the ring steps and have a brief chat with their manager as they remove their vests. BUFFER Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by their manager the legendary Jim Cornette. Weighing a combined 460 pounds, the two-time professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, "Sarcastic" Simon and the "Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard, the New New Midnight Ex-x-xpres-s-s-s-s! Simon and Ned scoope out their surroundings. Ned shaking the fence wall. VENTURA Look at what that floozy Holly-Wood did to poor James E., Cole. It pains me to see Jim Cornette walk around injured. COLE (sarcastically) Me too, Jess. Me, too. Back over to Michael Buffer. VENTURA Don't get smart with, Cole. BUFFER And their opponents. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The fans are sent into a frenzy as "G's & Soilders" hits. The trio pose at the top of the rampway. Synth and Logan back-to-back, with Holly pressed up against her boyfriend Logan. Pyro SHOOTS out behind them, the white puffs of smoke resembling clouds. BUFFER Accompanied to the ring by Arista Records publicist Holly-Wood. From Sin City, weighing 432 pounds, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time... THE HEAVENLY R-R-ROCKERS! COLE The 3 stop to inspect the cage. 15 feet high. Cold, rusty steel. Cages are normally for criminals and terrorists. Tonight it will be for 4 men. Two of the top teams in the OAOAST. Both teams will come out battered and bruised, but only one will be able to walk out as winners. No escape. Pinfall or submission only. VENTURA The way it oughta be. Ned Blanchard, the Handsome Hustler, thrusts his pelvis in the direction of Holly. She yawns. Logan, however, simulates grating Ned's head into the cage. Synth hands his leather jacket and sunglasses to a female attendent ringside. Logan chooses to give his items to his girl. Holly puts them on, matching well with her leather pants and white top. COLE Holly looking hot as always. VENTURA Yeah. She looks like the Terminator with the sunglasses and leather jacket. Considering what she did to James E. last week, she has the emotions of an android as well. COLE I admit, in the past Holly wasn't exactly the most cheerful. One online writer described her as "perpetually bored and apathetic to the world around her." But since she's fallen in love with Logan, she's been more open with her feelings. She's mellowed somewhat, but she's still one tough cookie. VENTURA You make it sound so innocent. She DDT'd Cornette 3 times, Cole! COLE Hey, now, I don't condone what she did. But you know the saying -- "payback's a..." VENTURA I hope you remember that, Michael Cole. I don't know, Schiavone or Matthews spreading lies on television if somebody puts a stop to Holly's irrational behavior. Nick Patrick stands in the center of the ring, his legs spread and arms out to keep each team in their respective corners. Senior official Earl Hebner patrols the cage door. COLE As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, two referees have been assigned to this match -- Earl Hebner and Nick Patrick. Earl will roam on the outside, while Nick will serve as the referee inside. Another excellent decision by our new GM. VENTURA If there ever was a match that needed two referee's, this is probably it. The New New Midnight Express get some last-minute words from Jim Cornette. The Heavenly Rockers high five each other. Synth giving Logan and Holly a thumbs up sign. He'll start the match for his team, Sarcastic Simon for his. The other two men step out on the ring apron wide enough only for the wrestlers to stand on, not much room to lean back other than a couple of inches. Nick Patrick asks Synth and Simon if they're ready, they signal yes, and Nick calls for the bell. * DING DING * Synth and Simon circle around. The realization that they're trapped like animals, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, sinking in. Simon winces as Earl shuts the door behind him. He and Synth step forward to the center of the ring and lockup, Simon grabbing a side headlock and being fired off to the ropes. Shoulderblock takes Synth off his feet, Simon hitting the far side and going under a leapfrog, getting caught on the rebound with a hip toss. COLE Synth going for the quick pin! ONE... KICKOUT! COLE Side headlock takeover. One-- Simon rolls onto his side, keeping the shoulder from making contact with the mat. Synth wrenching the neck. The Heavenly Rockers strategy very apparent early on, Jess -- go for quick pins. VENTURA Not a bad strategy at all. The Heavenly Rockers don't have much to lose. They win and the New New Midnight Express are out of the OAOAST. Which is why I'm confused, Cole. Why would James E. agree to this match? There ain't nothing in it for him and his team. Lose and you're gone from the #1 promotion in the world. COLE Good question; one I tried asking James E. Cornette earlier in the day, but he declined comment. I'm not so sure he did agree to the match. It was Nar-- excuse me, he wants to be referred to as the "Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard now. It was Ned who said -- in the heat of the moment and while Jim Cornette was being looked over in the trainer's room, I might add -- they'd would leave the OAOAST if the Heavenly Rockers could beat them. VENTURA That's brilliant, Cole. COLE What is? VENTURA Cornette has the Midnights power of attorney, right? COLE Right. VENTURA That means if they happened to lose the match, James E. could aruge the match was signed without his consent and Ned was temporarily insane when he made the challenge. Hell, everybody pleads temporary insanity nowadays. COLE Temporary insanity may be the "in" thing, but Ned verbally agreed to the match. He certainly didn't look temporarily insane. VENTURA For all we know, he coulda been spaced out on painkillers after suffering through the Hollywood Groove. Still grounded on the mat in a headlock, Simon rolls Synth over onto his back for a two count. After he shifts his weight back, Simon rolls him back over for another two count. He gets back to a vertical base and sends Synth off to the ropes. Simon brought down with a shoulderblock, Synth quickly falling on top of him. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Singleton with a double-leg takedown into an attempt side headlock, Synth countering into a hammerlock. Simon gets back to his feet and takes Synth down with a drop toehold. He runs across the back of the Synthmeister and hits the ropes. Synth drops down, Simon skipping over and nailing the drummer of the Heavenly Rockers with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER as he lowers the head on the rebound. Scoope slam. The high-flier going up to the top. COLE NASA's favorite wrestler getting ready for take-off. Logan summons the destrucity of the Warrior as he begins SHAKING the ropes, to the displeasure of Ned Blanchard and Jim Cornette. Off-screen, the cameras pick up Holly quipping "there's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on." Ventura groans on commentary. Simon struggling to keep his footing. Logan's action gives his partner enough time to recover and connect with a couple of rights to the mid-section. He then SLAMS Singleton off the top! ONE... NO! COLE The Handsome Hustler with the save after some great teamwork from the Heavenly Rockers. VENTURA Teamwork?! You call that teamwork?! That was illegal double-teaming. You aren't allowed to shake the ropes while somebody is going up to the top. What if Simon had fallen and broken his neck? Would you be calling it "great teamwork"? COLE ... Simon slammed again, this time near the corner. Synth perches himself on the second turnbuckle, Ned coming over and grabbing Synth's leg to prevent him from coming off. Synth pounds Blanchard in the upper back with closed fists, Ned holding on like there's no tomorrow. Logan, from seemingly out of nowhere, jumps on Ned. The Handsome Hustler cowering in the corner, his hair being pulled by Mann. Nick Patrick physically restrains Logan. Jim Cornette taunting from outside. Synth re-positions himself on the second turnbuckle, ready to jump off until Ned rushes back over and shoves him. Synth hitting nothing but canvas. VENTURA Now [i]that's[/i] great teamwork, Cole. COLE You gotta be kiddin' me, Jess. What's the difference between what the Heavenly Rockers did compared to the New New Midnight Express? VENTURA The Midnights did it behind the referee's back, that's what! The New New Midnight Express. Ned taking over the reigns for his team. Synth shakes off the cobwebs and leapfrogs over an incoming Ned, snapping Blanchard over with a POWERSLAM as he comes back off the ropes. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Synth puts Ned in a headlock and takes him over to the corner, tagging in Logan! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Would you listen to this crowd? The crowd erupting as the two main players in this feud will be inside the ring together surround by a 15 foot high steel cage! They are amp to the max, Jesse. VENTURA The electricity in the air causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up, Michael Cole. And you know what I love about this? Ned ain't backing down one bit. The two standing tall in the middle of the ring. Words being exchanged. And I gotta believe, Cole, fists will be shortly. COLE Looks like we're gonna have a test of strength. VENTURA A move I was fond of in my day. Here's a question for you, Cole. Why does Logan wear a silver glove? COLE Fashion statement? I don't know, Jess. I'm not exactly the hippest guy in the world. VENTURA A lot of the guys he's hit with that left hook have gone down like a ton of bricks. It ain't for his music career, that's for sure. The last musican who wore a sparkling silver got -- he got in trouble with the law, you know. He wanted Billy rather than Billie Jean. Logan and Ned engage in a Grecko-Roman knucklelock. It doesn't last long, however, as Ned uses the left leg to kick away Logan's arm, following it right up with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK that misses its target -- Logan's head. Mann with an atomic drop near the ropes, Ned's momentum sending him stumbling head-first into the cage! Blanchard staggers around -- wicked LEFT HOOK! VENTURA Now we know why he wears the glove, don't we? Forgetting he's locked inside a cage, Ned falls through the ropes and hits nothing but steel. He gets up, holding the back of his head. He's about to hold more of it too, as Logan repeatedly rams him backwards into the cage. Mann pulls Ned's body over the top rope, his feet hung on the top. Blanchard dropped face-first onto the canvas, then stomped on both hands. Ned flapping his hands to rub off the pain. Blanchard whipped to the ropes and sent high into the air, nearly back dropped into the cage! Ned landing awkwardly on the back of his neck. He rolls onto his stomach. Mann off the far side with an ASAI MOONSAULT onto the back. He rolls him over for the cover, hooking the leg. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Logan takes Ned up for a suplex, but Blanchard floats over the top and connects with a sidekick sqaure to the jaw. Instead of going for the pin, Ned smartly tags in the fresher man. Simon covers Logan. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! COLE Mann rammed head-first into the top turnbuckle. So far the cage serving more as defensive weapon. VENTURA Yeah, I'm a bit surprise by that. I would've figured given the teams involved and the hatred they have for one another that the cage would be used more as an offensive weapon. I think as the match goes on, we'll see more of the cage used. Logan trapped in the corner. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" Snapmare takeover, Singleton using the middle rope as a springboard to stomp Mann's chest. Logan's head placed underneath the bottom rope, which Simon steps down on to choke Mann. Nick Patrick starting his 5 count. As Singleton breaks on 4, Patrick gently brushes him back. Simon not having a problem obliging by the rules since Ned comes over and puts the boots to Logan. Nick Patrick having to cut Synth off as he goes to stop Ned. Tag made, Blanchard officially returning. His first act is to pick Logan off the ground and SPEAR him head-first into the cage! Ned hangs Logan's neck on the middle rope. He hits the ropes and rotates in mid-air, dropping the BUTT down on Mann. Ned stutter-struts across the ring, swiveling his hips for Holly. VENTURA She's practically drooling over the Handsome Hustler. "Oh, yeah. Come a little close, Neddy bear. I want to feel you. I want you to make me a women right here," she's saying. COLE She is not! Ned taunts Synth, begging him to come in. He goes to the well one too many times, crotching himself on the middle rope after trying to crash all the weight down on Mann. Ned bounces off the ropes, in obvious pain. Synth sticking his head through the ropes and clapping so Logan knows which corner to come to. Simultaneously, the Heavenly Rockers and New New Midnight Express make a tag. Simon charges the Heavenly Rockers' corner in hopes of catching Synth coming in, but it's Synth who catches Simon coming in. Kicking him in the jaw as he swings over the top, landing perfectly in the ring. Synth sees Ned sneaking up on him out of the corner of his eye, and hip tosses him over. Simon slammed to the mat. The crowd pops big when Ned gets thrown in the cage. Singleton from behind with a clubber forearm shot, followed by a stinging knife-edge chop. Synth backed against the ropes and whipped across the ring. The Synthmeister ducking under a clothesline and wiping out Sarcastic Simon with a spinning back elbow! The cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Singleton RAKES the eyes. He tries ramming Synth in the cage, but Synth puts the hands up and blocks it. He stuns Simon with a quick gut shot and tries ramming him into the cage, but Simon falls down on his BUTT and crawls backwards to his corner. Ned helping his partner up, patting him on the back. Cornette voicing his support as well. The legal men are paired off in the corners, talking things over with their partners. It's like we're back at square one as Sarcastic Simon and Synth lockup under the hot ring lights. Some hot action already. Simon luring Synth into a false sense of security and then kicking him in the mid-section. Singleton with a few clubbering blows to the back, shoving Synth in the corner. Synth nailed with a right that echos throughout the arena. Speaking of echos throughout the arena... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" Synth turns the tables, throwing Simon into the corner * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simon grabs his pecs, selling the chops in a cartoon-ish fashion. Head-first into the boot of Logan goes Simon. Armbar applied, Synth tagging in Logan, who takes over the armbar. Full armdrag and twist, Mann yanking down on the arm. Singleton counters with a drop toehold into a front facelock, but Logan shows his wrestling skills by countering out into a hammerlock. Mann drives the knee into the wrist. Simon sits-up and counters with snapmare, but Logan rolls through with him and keeps the hammerlock applied. Mann with an inverted front facelock, taking Simon up in the air in a reverse suplex position and ramming him stomach-first into the cage, then slamming him down with an inverted suplex! "E-C-- !" "T-N-- !" "O-A-O-- !" "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE WOW! The cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Ned with the save. As he exits, Logan nails him from behind with dropkick, sending Ned crashing into the cage. VENTURA Aw, that's cheap, Cole. And they're supposed to be the good guys? Ha! Simon scooped up and slammed, tag made to Synth. SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Synth lifts up Simon and places him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up to the top rope and places Simon in a front facelock. Singleton fighting back to avoid being superplexed from the top. After a series of rights to the mid-section, Simon drops Synth to the canvas with a gordbuster (straight down suplex) while remaining perched on the second rope. He jumps down, looking for a double stomp but instead finds a pair of boots to the face! Simon stumbles into the wrong corner, with his hand reaching out for the tag, and is drilled with a left hook from Logan! Synth hits the near side and comes down with a big splash, but Singleton puts the KNEES UP. Groggy, Simon hits Synth with a JAWBREAKER, then makes the tag to Ned. Blanchard comes in and stomping Synth. He picks him up and shoves him into the corner where he works over the body with a combination of martial arts blows and kicks. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX out of the corner. ONE.. TWO... KICKOUT! Ned with another suplex, a vertical suplex. He sprints over to his corner and makes the tag, launching Singleton off the top for the ROCKET LAUNCHER! Big splash connects. ONE... TWO... TH-- Logan pulls Simon off. Ned comes in and shoves Logan, provoking Mann to go after him full well knowning the referee will be distracted trying to get him out of the ring, leaving the Midnights to double-team Synth. Irish whip. DOUBLE FLAPJACK! Mann exits, Patrick goes down to count. ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Blanchard tagged back in. Following a couple of snapmare takeovers, Ned charges out of the corner and snaps Synth's neck forward ala the late "Mr. Perfect" Curt Hennig, and gets a two count. Synth whipped to the corner, Ned charging behind him and whalloping him in the corner with a clothesline, then into a front facelock. He takes Synth up for a suplex, but the Synthmeister rolls through and counters into a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE... TWO... NO! Ned quickly rises to his feet and levels Synth with a clothesline. Synth whipped to the Midnights corner. Ned viciously slapping Synth in the gut with the knuckles. He backs away following a warning to let Synth out of the corner. From the apron, Sarcastic Simon removes the STEEL CHAIN connected from Synth's belt to pocket and CHOKES him with it. Synth eye's buldging out as Simon pulls tightly on the chain. Logan steps in the ring but is cut off halfway by Nick Patrick. He and Holly lashing out at him. VENTURA What's he complain' about? It's no DQ. Besides, they brought the chains into the ring. Ned with one last right hand before tagging out. Simon wraps the chain around his hand and drills Synth right between the eyes. He picks him up and throws him head-first into the cage. The impact from the chain and getting thrown into the cage busting Synth wide-open. [b][color=red]Blood[/b][/color] begin to flow out of the cut and down the face. And like a shark smelling blood, Simon pounces on Synth, driving that fist covered in chain directly into the forehead. Synth kicks out and gets to his feet. Singleton decking him with another punch with the chain. Simon drops down and chokes Synth out with the chain, receiving a warning from Nick Patrick. Singelton responds, grinning: "It's no DQ, asshole!" VENTURA Ha! Just like opinions, we all have one. Isn't that right, Cole? Synth uses the ropes to pull himself up. Singelton sending him back down with a kneelift. Synth slowly gets up, determined to keep fighting. Simon out of the corner with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! He goes up to the top. FLYING LEGDROP! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEAAAAHHHH!" Blanchard and Cornette can't believe it. Simon citing a slow count. Patrick gestures the shoulder getting up. Speaking of getting up, Simon brings Synth back to his feet and rams him into the KNEE of the Handsome Hustler. Tag made, Simon hanging Synth on the top rope, holding onto his legs. Ned off the far side and drops a double-axehandle across the back. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Blanchard with right jabs. He grabs Synth's by the back of the head, his comb down blonde hair now crimson red, and hurls him into the cage. Ned brings Synth to his knees and BITES his forehead, SPITING Synth's blood at Logan's feet. He tries lifting Synth up for a bodyslam, but his back gives out. Synth levels him with a clothesline! He takes a step towards his corner, but Ned takes him down with a drop toehold. He reaches back and tags Simon. VENTURA Very alert move by Ned. His back gave out, no doubt still feeling the effects of the Hollywood Groove from last week, yet he was smart enough to keep Synth from gettin' any closer to his corner Singleton off the second rope with a FLYING ELBOW, then clamps on a CAMEL CLUTCH! The blood oozing out of Synth's forehead like toothpaste out of its tube. Simon sticking the fingers inside the mouth and pulling back. Logan and Holly shouting words of encouragement to Synth from Saints Central. The OAOAST's hottest couple getting the crowd behind Synth. The adreanline begins running through his body. Synth rises up to his knees, grabbing both of Singleton's legs and lifting him up in the air and falling straight back. ELECTRIC CHAIR SLAM! Grimacing, Simon rolls over to his corner and makes the tag. Ned squats down and picks Synth off the canvas. Blanchard tries muscling Synth up, but can't. He tries softening the Synthmeister up with clubbering forearms to the back, but still can't lift him up. Synth with a double-leg takedown; positioning the feet underneath the shoulder blades of Ned and SLINGSHOTTING him into the CAGE! The Handsome Hustler's head smacks the cage, he staggers into a DOUBLE-ARM DDT! COLE It's over if Synth can roll over. Can he, though? Synth rolls onto his stomach and starts crawling to his corner. "SYNTH!" "SYNTH!" "SYNTH!" Ned just beginning to stir after landing on his head following the double-arm DDT. He sees Synth inches away from making the tag and jumps back to his feet. He and Simon lunge towards Synth...and...there's the tag! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Logan steps through the ropes, kicking Simon in the gut on the way in and hammering Ned with a double-axehandle to the head. He brings the Midnights together... ...DOUBLE NOGGINKNOCKER! Logan looks at the crowd, pumping his fists. He BIELS Ned into the cage by his hair! He scoopes Simon up on his right shoulder and SPEARS him in the cage. Mann turns his attention back to the Handsome Hustler, who's CLIMBING UP THE CAGE! COLE Would you look at this?! Logan follows him up. The Ned-man performing a tight-walk to keep away from his rival. He continuously checks back, seeing Logan closing in. As he turns around, he sees Synth standing on the top rope as well. The crowd erupting as the Heavenly Rockers have Ned trapped. VENTURA Ned's stuck between a rock and a hard place now. He could jump down to the mat, but knowing how the rock stars have it out for him, it may be safer for him to stay on the top rather than jumping off and having one of them morons trip him on the way down and causing him a serious injury Ned fakes a right to Synth and tries catching Logan by surprise with a spinning back kick, but Mann catches the foot and KICKS Ned low. Blanchard loses his balance and groins himself on the top rope. Logan leaps on Ned's shoulders and takes him over with a HURCANRANA! The cover. ONE... Sarcastic Simon coming over to break up the count. TWO... Synth CLOTHESLINES Singleton from the top! THREE -- NO, KICKOUT! COLE We've got all 4 men fighting in the ring! Punches flying everywhere. Both Midnights whipped to the ropes. Synth MILITARY PRESSES Simon and throws him against the cage, while Logan waistlocks Ned on the other side and falls back with him, Blanchard's face smashing into the cage in a stun gun/hot shot type maneuver. Cornette going ballistic outside, watching his team get dominated. Blanchard snaps his head back, his hair going from blonde to red in a matter of seconds. Logan shows no remorse for the man who has been a thorn on his side for the better part of the year. A sadistic look in his eye, Logan reaches over the top rope and pulls a [b][color=red]BLOODY[/b][/color] Ned back up, viciously ramming him face-first into the cage again, and again, and again, and again. The crowd roaring as Logan GRATES Ned's face into the cold, rusty steel! VENTURA It's madness, absolute madness out here, Michael Cole. I don't think the Heavenly Rockers care about winning, they just want to inflict pain on the New New Midnight Express. COLE That would certainly be understandable. Synth tries throwing Simon back into the cage, but he reverses and sends Synth into the cage. Simon with a clubbering shot to the back of Logan. He and Logan begin trading blows. Ned crawls over to the corner and grabs the CHAIN. Logan decks Simon with a left and turns around. * BAM * Blanchard drills him with the chain. Logan goes down, rolling onto his stomach and crawling to ropes nearby. He grabs the bottom rope, then the middle and finally the top to bring himself back to his feet...a [b][color=red]BLOODY MESS[/b][/color]! Holly covers her mouth in horror. Blood flowing out of Mann's head like it's an oil well. Simon nailing a DDT of all things on Synth! The Midnights fire Mann to the ropes. DOUBLE FLAP-- NO, Logan counters mid-air with a DROPKICK! He covers Ned. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! He grabs both Midnights and throws them into the cage; Simon and Ned bouncing off the steel. Logan picks Blanchard up and sends him flying back into the cage! Ned's back getting scraped up as he slides down the cage. Logan pulls him back into the ring, signaling for the DDT, better known as PERCUSSION. But Ned drives Logan into the corner, ramming the shoulder into the mid-section. Simon comes over and the Midnights double-team Mann in the corner. They whip him to the far side, following him in. Synth, who's just getting up in the corner following the DDT, REPELS Logan into the air. Mann grabbing onto the cage and climbing all the way to the TOP of the cage with cat-like agility. MOONSAULT off the top of the cage onto the Midnights, Synth and [i]the referee[/i] below! COLE OH, MY! VENTURA Whoa! He wiped out everybody in the ring. COLE Everybody is down. The only people standing up, besides the fans, are Holly-Wood and Jim Cornette. Both of whom look on with great concern as their teams are out. The crowd murmers as two figures fastly approach the ring. Two men wearing LBJ (the former U.S. President) MASKS and carrying NIGHTSTICKS hop over the guardrail and try entering the ring, but Earl Hebner holds them off. The crowd cheering Earl on. VENTURA Good think we aren't in Canada. COLE What's going on here? The last time we saw guys wearing masks of ex-presidents, it was on that Diary Queen surveillance video. Maybe Jim Cornette was right. The New New Midnight Express weren't the ones who attacked the Heavenly Rockers in the parking lot. Whoever they are, though, they're somehow connected to J.C.E. I know it. Jim Cornette, neck brace and all, tears Earl a new one for not letting the LBJs in. The two trade shoves, resulting in Cornette hitting Earl with the RACKET! COLE Hey, come on. He's a damn referee. As Cornette unlocks the door for the masked men to enter, HOLLY-WOOD grabs him from behind. She spins Cornette around. * WHAMMY * Holly decks Cornette with a big right hand, much to the appreciation of the crowd. The Prince of Polyester flopping to the floor. VENTURA Awww, now what kind of a person attacks a man in a neck brace? COLE Have you seen what they've put Holly through this past year? They've beaten and demeaned her. VENTURA Sean Connery had it right when he said -- which the media totally took out of context -- you can only hit a woman if she's irrational. Holly's irrational. The masked men storm the ring and, not surprisingly, go straight for the Heavenly Rockers. One of the men hammering Logan upside the head with the nightstick, the other using the nightstick to clothesline Synth. Each LBJ grabs a rocker and launches them into the cage, stomping them afterwards. The crowd roars as Holly-Wood climbs all the way to the top of the cage. VENTURA No way. COLE Way! Holly off the top onto the masked men with a CROSS BODYBLOCK! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Holly gets up holding her stomach, she sucks it up and checks on Logan. Meanwhile, we have another commotion in the crowd. A WOMAN, the same woman who appeared at License to Pin, hurdles over the railing, wearing an Oakland Raiders jacket. Jim Cornette, from his back, tosses her the tennis racket. The crowd frantically trying to warn Holly, but she doesn't pick up on it and is nailed from behind with the RACKET. Whoever this woman is beats the hell out of Holly with the racket. The New New Midnight Express pick Logan up. One of the LBJs charges out of the corner, SPEARING Mann, while the other charges with a CLOTHESLINE. Ned picks Logan up, Simon picking up Synth. At the same time, they delivering crushing blows to the Heavenly Rockers. Blanchard with the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, Simon with a DDT to add insult to injury! Ned pins Mann. The LBJs slamming Nick Patrick near the cover. Grimacing, Nick makes the count. ONE... TWO... COLE Don't let this be it. Please, no! THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Noooooo! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match -- THE NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! Jim Cornette enters the ring. The woman pulls HANDCUFFS and WIRECUTTERS out of her jacket. COLE Now what?! Can we get some damn officials out here? The LBJs use the cutters to cut the cables that lift the cage up, thus preventing OAOAST officials from lifting the cage and clearing the ring. Security and officials rush out from the back, watching helplessly as the New New Midnight Express and LBJs beat the Heavenly Rockers with the nightsticks. The woman, while not exactly an amazon, but strong nonetheless, holds the door shut as officials trying entering. Blanchard hits another Slingshot Suplex for the hell of it. The 4 men handcuff Synth and Logan to the cage -- slapping them around. "When I can't get something I want, I'll be damned if I'll let somebody else have it," the camera picks up Ned saying. He tells the woman, who we don't even know the name of, "Yo, suger, show Logan here what happens to things I can't get it." COLE Come on! This is going too far. It's going way too far. VENTURA What did I tell you earlier, Cole? Do go whinin' when Holly gets put in her place. She's gettin' put in her place. The woman scoopes Holly up on her shoulder and drops her face-first on the top turnbuckle. SNAKE EYES. As Holly bounces off the turnbuckle, the woman hits the far side of the ring hard and CLOTHESLINES the hell out of Holly as she staggers back towards the center of the ring. COLE Logan yelling, kicking his feet at Ned, who laughs and slaps Logan. He and Synth only able to watch as this woman beats Holly like a stepchild. VENTURA And she isn't done yet. COLE Oh, no. What else? What more can these sick people do? Ned holds Holly up, Cornette handing the racket over to the woman. She pumpels Holly's ribcage with the racket. Ned requesting a piledriver. He ask, she delivers. PILEDRIVER! Cornette mockingly asking Holly "one more?" Referring to when Holly asked the crowd last week if she should give Cornette one more DDT. PILEDRIVER! COLE This is too much. Way too much. Will somebody in the back do their damn job and do something? This is enough, damnit! CORNETTE One more! One more! NED Do it again! Do it again! PILEDRIVER! Logan on the verge of tears as Holly's body lies contorted. The crowd littering the ring with anything that can be thrown. "To think, Mann, this all could've been avoided if she had said yes. Like Krista found out, nobody humiliates me. Nobody! But I couldn't have done this without the help of the dead presidents. Boys?" The LBJs remove their masks to reveal... ...THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! COLE MY GOD, THEY'RE BACK! Marcellus "One-Eye" Wallace and Vincent Santana a/k/a Vincent "Whitey" Ford -- the South Central Militia -- have returned, apparently under Jim Cornette Enterprises. These guys were shipped off to HI-YAH, where they really made a name for themselves, when OAOAST officials deemed them too out of control. Marcellus and Vincent take off the BANDANA'S from around their head and wrap them around the eyes of the Heavenly Rockers. Vincent produces a pack of CIGARETTES and pulls 2 out, handing one to Marcellus. They stick them in the Rockers' mouths, both of who spit them out as soon as there stuck in. The S.C.M. pull out their nightsticks and drilled the Heavenly Rockers in the head, knocking them out cold. The S.C.M. pick up the cigarette and light them up. Them, the Midnights and Cornette raising their arms in victory. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Screw you 4 heartless bastards! DAMN YOU! [B]© 2005 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reversed. [/B]

Kinda figured CWM was takin' a break. Now I get to go over at AS. Yes!

[Regarding the 4 Team Ladder Match (which at this point I'd guess is Black/CWM... Better make that Black T, boss. Heads up: If the finish/aftermath of the NNMX-HR cage match looks rushed and/or sucks, it's because I still have to write the OAOAST tag match, and I'm not sure how much time I'll have left to polish both matches. Couple of things for you, Zack. One, whenever you can, write up some stats for the Diablos. September 1st, the post-AS HD, is currently scheduled for their debut. Secondly, do you know if CWM is still an active member of the OAOAST? I talked about this with Eski a couple weeks back and we both think he's involved in character only. I'd like to get him involved in our feud, especially if it's stretched out another month, but I don't want to waste his time with a PM if he's not active.

World Tag Team Title: The Original Elite (CWM/Tony Brannigan) vs. The Sk8ter Boiz * NNMX vs. Heavenly Rockers inside a STEEL CAGE! * I called the main event two weeks ago, if that isn't a problem with anybody.