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You know the drill by now, reveal your plans for next weeks IZ. Send you stuff for the 12-16 IZ to Mystery Eskimo. He may not be Jules Asner, but he's one of your fellow IZers -- your boss as a matter of fact.

Seen at least one suggestion the villian may be the Reaper not Ra's as most thought. And screenwriter David S. Goyer did say everything reported online has been wrong. So who knows. Although from what I've read, I trust Nolan/Goyer. BTW, Time Warner finally got their Avi Avad. The guy they signed as the VP of Creative Affairs will report to DC's Pres. TW seems to slowly be getting things right.

Blank was on ESPNews earlier today and was asked about Deion; he said Sanders should work his way up. I was pretty impressed he didn't duck any questions thrown during that interview, especially the Deion one. I like Dan (As a Cowboy fan I like any former 'Boy), and hope he somehow returns to Big D as a special assistant or something. But it was pretty clear he was on his way out of Atlanta. Too bad. Like Kahran said, ATL sucked because Vick went down. Vick is one of the few guys in sports who can send a team to hell if he gets hurt for a long period of time.

Send it to Mystery Eskimo, he's posting the show not me. As for your idea; honestly, I'm not sure how to answer it. We haven't paid much attention to where our shows our held for the last two months and IZ & hD! have been doing it for a long time now. All we know is that we're most likely in the Angle Arena unless its specified. We used to hold shows at real venues but like I said earlier, its just stopped. I guess an IZ in PR could be done. PM Eskimo about it (he doesn't have access to the net till Monday so it may take a while for his reply) and see when it can happen. You'd probably have to post the entire show, but you're willing. Too bad you're not writing the IZ main event. You put a helluva lot of effort into your work I figured writing a main event would be a walk in the park.

Calvin would be. Just look at his work as a singles wrestler and with Totally Endorsed. Stuff like that would eventually get you cheered. PRL is the heel by default if not because of his PR pride, then because of his attitude. I could never see you as a face. You work better as a heel IMO. The Watts segment is up to you guys. I just gave you all an example how you could explain 2 heels getting it on. It doesn't have to be done unless you guys are friends who don't wanna fight, that would call for something to be done to get you both in the ring.

This is a perfect situation to have the Chairman of the OAOAST board of directors "Cowboy" Bill Watts make a cameo. I know Bill has taken a beating at least once on hD!, but if this were "real" Watts would come out and say: "PRL is the North American champion; meaning he is the number 1 contender to the World's title. The OAOAST is all about giving the fans what they want, and obeying the rules of professional wresting championships. That said, tonight the North American champion will get his title shot, as stated in the contract should a wrestler win a singles or tag title. So later tonight, LIVE, we're gonna have the OAOAST Champion hook 'em up! against the North American champion for the World's heavyweight championship."

It is now. You can make a child cry, and make a grown man lose his sanity. Your segment was longer than I expected. I'm with SP on this one -- when writers have a vision their writing will develop very well. I hope to see that kind of an effort every week insted of seeing the directors (OAOAST slang for person posting the show) say "we might be low on content."

The show is up at its normal slot when I post the show (OAOAST Home Entertainment). If you ask me -- and you're not, because I'm talking to myself -- this is one of the strongest IZ' in a while, probably since the "season premiere" back in October. Everything clicked, from storylines in and out of the ring. SP return will be a nice addition to IZ. Popick continues doing his thang, yo. My character was written out in the damnest way possible. But the most important thing: IZ FINALLY got a championship. The Rev. Trophy on hD! was meant for IZ but an honest mistake sent the thing to hD! Hopefully the addition of the Adrenalin title will get those involved with IZ reasons to continue reaching for the stars. I would give the show a 10 just for my presence alone, on and off screen. But I'll be humble and give it an 9 out of 10. You know the show will be good if I post it. I'm Tony The Body. I'm...just kiddin' ya'll...or "yo" as Mr. Joseph says. Click here to go to next weeks booking thread

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Really? If I wasn't so damn lazy I'd go back and re-read the thread...But I'm lazy. The show will be released in minutes. PRL reminds me of me when I first started -- doing too much too soon. When I first joined the OAOAST in May 2002 I start writing a weekly "talk show." Looking back at it now, the show sucked! It was full of errors and a total rush job. The show lasted about 4 weeks before I went on to do a squash show -- quit that in 2-3 weeks. I'm not real big on guys pulling double or even triple duty on a show unless there's a storyline reason why. Eskimo was going to do the show over the span of 2 weeks, but I felt it should be done in one show, because not only would it give IZ -- the flagship show which gets manhandled by hD! -- some spotlight to shine again. And because it gave the IZ roster 2 and a half weeks to think of things to do for the next IZ.

I thought only Cuban Wall was having a match? Stephen Joseph wrote the PRL/SJ tourny match.

It is, sorta. When I give a deadline, that's it. Sometimes I might come off as a General or something, due to me enforcing deadlines. The show is already formatted and ready to be released, all I need is PRL's stuff. If you have something, you better send it in before Tuesday afternoon.

Limping out of the backstage entrance and into the parking garage (obviously to go meet SP at the hospital), Stephen Joseph and Reject are walking to a silver BMW sedan. REJECT Next week huh...? Title Shot? STEPHEN Not bad. REJECT Fo'So. How bout da redirection? STEPHEN Bought. Hook, Line, Sinker. Remember Reject, ole BPP's one step ahead of Mr. Blackie. REJECT (shocked look) Umm... STEPHEN (putting bags in to the trunk) What? REJECT Jennifer! Stephen Joseph and the cameraman race to the other side of the car where Jennifer is propped up against the passenger side-door, knocked unconscious with blood pooling down from her face. The sight sickens Reject so much that he turns his head and falls to his knees, throwing up. Stephen's face turns white. A sign on her says "See you next week. Dan says Hi." STEPHEN He's so fucking dead. REJECT My Jennifer... © 2003 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. STEPHEN (staring into the camera) Dan Black, you are a dead man.

FADE IN: A large private conference room located in the arena. Dan Black and the Deadly Alliance stand around a beautiful oval table, a projection of the Adrenaline Tournament brackets on the wall behind Dan. EARLIER TODAY Video Courtesy of: Dan Black & the Deadly Alliance BLACK Now, I didn't set up this tournament to let Stephen Joseph of all people win it. And I admit it, I don't know who this "mystery entrant" is. But I'm fairly sure Joseph has something to do with it. Black pauses, looks around the room. Present are G-MONEY, PLUSHY AL LOGAN and DANGEROUS A. BLACK Hey, where's Alfdogg? MONEY ...we havn't seen him in days. Black frowns. BLACK That can't be good...but no matter. As you can see- you three are ALL in this tournament. That means the Deadly Alliance has a huge chance to take the Adrenalin Title, and give ME...I mean...US more power over IntenseZone. DANGEROUS A Are we supposed to be grateful, Black? BLACK What's your problem, DA? DA Have you forgotten our first blood match in Japan just a few weeks ago? BLACK Oh, that little disagreement we had? I thought we were over that. DA Just because you and Alf were in cahoots all in this time, it doesn't mean I have to like you. Or respect you. BLACK Don't make me beat that respect into you, I've already done it once- MONEY Guys- guys, this isn't the time. Dan, you were talking about the tournament? BLACK Yeah. It's simple. Do this for yourselves. Do it for the Deadly Alliance. Do it for me. You won't regret it. FADE TO RING Instead of the normal pomp and circumstance that begins the show every week, DANGEROUS A is already in the ring. While STEPHEN JOSEPH is also standing dead-center in the ring, next to ring announcer Gary Michael Capetta. JR The crowd is silent, they know tonight isn't your normal IZ. This is something bigger. Much bigger. Tonight...the victories will be sweeter. The pain will be worth every bodyache, broken bone, sprained ankle. Tonight, somebody's going home with championship gold. GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the opening round of the Adrenalin championship tournament. For the first time all night the crowd cheers. GMC Already in the ring, to my left, from Las Vagas, by way of Japan...Dangerous A! JR Oddly, no mention of representing the Deadly Alliance. Stephen Joseph grabs the mic from Gary. JR There has been a lot of talk on the internet who the mystery man might be: The Superstar's IZ return; Goodhelmet's return; Anglesault; Alfdogg's double cross; Bps21; Angle-Plex; an SWF defector; and even Jake "The Snake" Roberts. Rumors range from the bizzare to the impossible. STEPHEN JOSEPH His opponent, making his return for this very event, from Charleston South Carolina... The crowd breaks out in a cheer as they know what OAOAST superstar makes his home in Charleston. STEPHEN (CONT'D) SpiderPoet! "Believe in Angels" plays over the speakers. The crowd is stunned yet excited by the mystery man we now know is SpiderPoet. JR Oh my God! SpiderPoet! I don't believe this! SpiderPoet is a former OAOAST tag team champion with El Dandy, better known as Los Infernales. They defeated Jingus & Mystery Eskimo -- now Dan Black -- at AngleMania II. He were also an original member of Stephen Joseph's Trinity. Their friendship broke down because of betrayal but the two made up, people change and both men are now back where they belong. Stephen exits the ring. DA is looking right at the entrance way, waiting for SP to emerge. The cheers are getting louder. The camera cuts to the crowd where SPIDERPOET is coming from. JR SP's coming from the crowd. DA doesn't know, he's looking towards the entrance. * DING DING DING * SP slides in the ring, turns DA around and hammers him with rights (hands) and knife-edge chops. Irish whip -- SP is going for the tildeBANG~! DA grabs the top rope, stopping his momentum and begins hitting an array of martial arts kicks to the body of the returning SP. SpiderPoet staggers around. Big boot to the face. What force. What force! Typically you don't see such hard kicks to the face in he States. The style in Japan is very much more physical than North American wrestling. DA does the "throat slash" gestures banned by the National Football League aka the No Fun League (that's for you Vince). Oh, gut-wrench. He's swinging for the fences. KISS OF THE DRAGON! Dangerous A covers SP. 1... 2... KICKOUT! That just sends the crowd nuts. DA is going nuts himself, putting his hands over his head. He can't believe SP just kicked out of the Kiss of the Dragon. JR SpiderPoet is Hulking Up! The adrenaline (no pun intended) must be running thru the vains of SpiderPoet. There's no other explaintion that would answer how he kicked out of the Kiss of the Dragon. I don't recall anybody kicking out of it. And I'm sure somebody at home is saying "JR's going overboard with the hyperbole again." You can't learn how to hyperbole. Gimme a break. DA once again uses an assortment of kicks to the body but SP is blocking out the pain. DA misses a standing spin-wheel kick. SP applies a waist-lock -- ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES! 3 to be exact. SP looks at the crowd. The remaining fans who aren't already on their feet do so. They know what's coming up next. JR Folks, you gotta be hear to experience this. I'm getting goosebumps just callin' the match. SP whips DA to the ropes... tildeBANG~! 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * GMC The winner of the match, advancing to the semifinals of the Adrenalin championship tournament...SPIDERPOET! JR SpiderPoet has won it. SpiderPoet has won it. Dangerous A, no matter what you think of him, deserves a lot of credit. He was assigned to wrestle a mystery man. That mystery man turned out to be SpiderPoet. DA didn't roll over, he took it to SP. He hit the Kiss of the Dragon but SP incredibly kicked out. (Personally I thought it was over) And most of all, DA nearly pulled off the upset without the help of Dan Black or the Deadly Alliance. That's talent, folks. The young man doesn't need help from others only looking out for themselves. Dan Black must be flipping out backstage over the recent turn of events. Him & Stephen Joseph are playing a human game of chess. Each men trying to out move one another. Yet week after week, Stephen Joseph still seems to be one step ahead of the former Ice Man. Fans, we still have 3 other opening round matches including the semifinals and finals later tonight. Stay with us. You're watching IntenseZone. IZ -- the innovation has arrived.

UPDATE Things I need: I need a match involving G-Money Tourny Finals PRL's stuff -- PRL, remember your stuff will be happening after your Adrenalin title match.

Adrenalin Title Touranment Finals G-Money vs. SpiderPoet We return to Jim Ross and looking at the camera, the crowd buzzing loudly all around them. Recognizing that they are on the air, Ross offers his best announcers voice, but it's still tinged with anticipation. JR Well fans, it's time. It's been one heck of a night, we've seen some absolutely tremendous contests, and now we have arrived at the end. In just moments, the first ever Adrenaline Champion is going to be crowned. Will it be the surprise entrant, the returning James "Spider-Poet" Cone, or will it be G-Money? This is anybody's game. Anybody's time. Cut to a view of the entrance set, high up and back, overlooking the ring. A graphic sets in for the ADRENALINE CHAMPIONSHIP as the lights darken. CUE: "Believe in Angels" As the guitar kicks in, the lights darken and purple and white lights begin flashing and roving around the arena. The drums kick in, and the AngleTron begins showing footage of SPIDERPOET from past matches in time with the music. Once it kicks in full force, POET emerges from the back. He grins at the top of the ramp, though obviously tired, and begins making his way down towards the ring. The fans are going absolutely crazy and he slides under the ropes to a deafening roar. SP spins around in the middle of the ring, pointing out to the fans and mouthing the normal self-encouragement and bravado. JR There he is, ladies and gentlemen. I tell you, I never, EVER expected to see that man here tonight. He's been helping make sure the paychecks keep coming from up in the office, but I never thought I'd see him lace up the boots anytime soon. Bah Gawsh, what a night this is going to be. CUE: "For The Love of Money" by the O'Jays The lights go out and a lone green spotlight hits the entrance ramp. G MONEY appears, much to the fans dislike. Green pyro fires off as he sneers at the ring, and suddenly darts forward, sprinting down the ramp at full speed, losing the silver track suit's coat as he goes! JR It looks like Money is ready to get this thing going! Money slides in the ring, and Poet is on it, rebounding off the opposite ropes and coming in for a dropkick. The collision is nasty, and Money is visibly stunned for a moment. As SP tries to capitalize, Money quickly finds his senses and lands a shot to the mid-section from his knees. Poet is rocked, but it's not nearly enough to make him let go, and he draws back and hits a quick right to Money's face. Money retaliates with another shot to the mid-section, and Poet hits the right hand again. Another trade, and finally Money goes a little higher and rocks Poet's jaw, buying the time to scramble away and find his footing. Poet rubs his jaw as the two circle the ring, shaking out the confrontation. Money seems cold and calculating, and the two lurch into a crisp lockup. They jockey for position, and Money seems to gain it, firing Poet off into the ropes. Poet comes flying back with enough momentum to make Money's sudden TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER absolutely horrendous. SP rebounds off of his knee and flops to the mat, back arched as pain rips through him SP tries to struggle to his feet, but Money is on him, hammering away with stomps to his ribs that send SP into a fetal position. Money goes for the hair and hauls SP up to his knees, and slams him with a right hand that rocks Poet back. SP sways forward and returns fire with a quick forearm to Money's stomach, which buys him just enough time to get to the ropes and find his footing again. Money, however, charges with a clothesline, flipping Poet backwards over the top rope to the outside! Money turns away and smirks, talking trash to the crowd, and makes the mistake of thinking that the sudden round of cheering is directed at him. When he turns back around, he finds Poet crouched on the top rope, before springboarding off into a CROSS BODY! Poet lands and stays put, trying to lock Money down with the cover! 1... -KICKOUT~! It's too early, and Money is too determined. He pushes Poet up and off and is on his feet by the time SP is, and the two immediately move in with right hands, trading harsh blows. Finally, SP fires Money to the ropes. TILDEBA–NO! MONEY REVERSES THE PRESS AND LANDS BEHIND POET! He locks the haNDS! GERMAN SUPLEX! Money holds it for the pin! 1... 2... KICKOUT! And Poet rolls back over his neck to his feet while Money easily rolls over to his own. The two set and stare one another down for a moment, tense, trying to figure a way for advantage. Finally, they ease and take a step back from one another, only to charge right away! They collide in a harsh lockup, and Money uses his momentum to push Poet back into the corner, where he starts CHOKING POET! The ref is on it, though, and forces the two apart. Money backs away slowly, hands up in a, "I don't know what you're talking about!" gesture. As soon as the ref is clear, however, POET EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE~! Money is rocks out, flat on his back, and Poet twists around and stomps down into a crouch, fairly shaking in anticipation. As Money tries to get back to his feet, SP slaps his hands on the mat, working the crowd into a frenzy! Money is up – SPIDAHKICK~! BLOCKED! MONEY GRABS THE FOOT! SPINS POET AROUND! RAMS HIM INTO THE CORNER, SHOULDER FIRST! POET COLLIDES WITH THE REF, WHO GOES DOWN! While Poet is temporarily stunned, Money takes a moment to point to his head and wink. He turns and moves on the corner, where Poet has his hands on the top rope. Poet jumps up, mule kick style and LOCKS HIS FEET AROUND MONEY'S NECK! HURRICANRANA TO THE RAMP OUTSIDE! POET HOLDS ON – SKINS THE CAT BACK IN~!~! SP sprints to the opposite ropes and comes back full tilt - leaps - SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA TO MONEY! Both men are hurt, but slowly trying to get to their feet. Poet is up first and turns to drag Money on up to his feet, but MONEY HITS THE LOW BLOW! Poet is rocked and turns away, doubles over. Money is there, picking Poet up and DROPPING HIM, FACE FIRST, ON THE BARRIER! Poet is sprawled on the ramp, and Money scurries off, his features betraying intense thinking. He has a plan, and it probably isn't good. Money is on the other side of the ring as Poet begins to stir, visibly shaken. Money slides a steel chair in the ring and slides in after it. He stands, leaving it on the mat behind him, and meets eyes with Poet, giving a, 'Just Bring It' show with his hands. Poet charges and slides in under the ropes, and Money quickly snags the chair. Poet gets to his feet, just in time to see the chair swinging his way. FRAM~!, a VICIOUS CHAIRSHOT CLANGS THROUGHOUT THE RINGSIDE AREA. Poet is DOWN, and blood is pouring from his forehead. Money tosses the chair outside and runs over to nudge the Ref to consciousness. He quickly falls on Poet and pulls the leg up! 1... 2... 2.99999 - KICKOUT! THE CROWD EXPLODES! MONEY EXPLODES! On his feet, Money is screaming obscenities and stomping madly. He quickly moves for a killing blow and grabs Poet's legs – GOLDLEAF! GOLDLEAF! AND HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN! The ref is still out of it, however, giving Poet the time to gather all his strength and reach for the ropes. They're . . . . . . JUST . . . . . CLOSE ENOUGH! SP barely wraps his fingers around the rope and collapses in a pool of his own blood, screaming as Money refuses to let go. The ref has found his sense now though, and, from his knees, orders Money to let it go. Which Money does with more obscenities. Enraged, Money turns and grabs a hand full of Poet's hair and hauls him to his knees. He slams a right hand down, but Poet retaliates with a shot to the ribs! Money! Poet! Money! Poet! POET BLOCKS! SP wraps his arms around Money's waist and powers his way up - FLAPJACK INTO THE ROPES! Money is hurting after that, and Poet is trying to get to his feet, blood pouring down his face. He gets to his feet as Money does and they move toward one another. Money goes for the Irish Whip - POET REVERSES - MONEY ON THE RETURN - TILDEBANG~! TILDEBANG~! Poet collapses onto Money and rolls him up! 1... 2.... 3! 3! 3! SPIDERPOET HAS DONE IT! SPIDERPOET HAS WON THE ADRENALINE CHAMPIONSHIP! * DING DING DING DING * GARY The winner of the match and NEW OAOAST Adrenalin champion...SPIDERPOET! As Money rolls out of the ring in disgust and visible disappointment, the Ref walks over to the kneeling Poet with the Adrenaline Belt and holds it down to him. SP takes it, wiping some of the blood from his eyes and wraps it around his waist. He stands, slowly, and raises his arms as the crowd goes insane all around him. With a grin, he lets out a victory yell and spins around in triumph. JR Wait- what's this? Dan Black has come sprinting down the ailse! Dan grabs up a chair from ringside and slides into the ring. The crowd erupts in BOOOOOOS, and Poet turns to see whats causing the commotion... CRACK! ...right into a vicious chair shot! Poet goes down like he's been shot, the Adrenalin Title belt falling to the mat. Black grabs the title belt, and holds it up, dropping the chair onto the face of Poet. He takes a mic in his other hand. BLACK I didn't introduce this title just for a piece of crap like this... Dan kicks the prone body of SP with the toe of his boot. BLACK ...to walk away with it. Not one of you idiots could stop him. But there's one man who can. You know how the saying goes, "if you want something done right"...So, at Bloody, Battered and Beaten there will be the first Adrenalin Title defence. Spider Poet against....Dan Black, in a STEEL CAGE MATCH. JR MAH GAWD! The Adrenalin will truly be running at the pay per view! Dan Black vs Spider Poet! In a CAGE! BLACK picks up the chair again and SMASHES SP in the head with it! There's a roar from the crowd as Stephen Joseph comes sprinting down the ailse! Black scatters out of the ring as SJ slides in, grinning at SJ mockingly. Stephen checks on Poet as Black leaves, gathering the jeers of the crowd as he does so. EMTs rush to the scene to attend to SP. No doubt a visit to the hospital is in order. "I'll meet you at the hospital," says Stephen. JR What a brutal assault! Dan Black just couldn't stand Poet winning the new title, so he's putting himself first in line for a shot at it! Man, oh, man. What a night it has been on IZ. SpiderPoet makes his triumpant return to win the first ever Adrenalin championship after defeating Dangerous A, his good friend Stephen Joseph and G-Money in the finals. Dan Black, I hope you're watching. You know, there's an old saying: "You don't always get what you want, you get what you need." Dan Black, I assure you, you need a major ass-kicking. Yeah, I said it! Somebody needs to kick your ass! All of a sudden, JR throws down his headset. JR picks it up but only talks into the mic, he doesn't put the headset back on. JR I apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen, my headset was transmitting a lot of yelling... Suddenly we cut outside...

Backstage, a cameraman follows a black woman in sandles to Corporate's office. She opens the door. Tony, sitting at his desk writing something down looks up. TONY Miss Celo? MISS CELO Yes, hon. It's me, Miss Celo. I came hear to help you. Every week I see doubt in your eyes, yes? TONY Yes. MISS CELO You wonder if ya still got it, yes? TONY Yes. H-How do you know. MISS CELO I'm Miss Celo, mon. I know all. Normally I charge a $1.99 per minute, but I kinda have this problem with Uncle Sam, so this reading is free. I'm here to tell ya you should lose your self-doubt, hon. Look at ya. Look at the OAOAST. This is your empire. You took a wee tiny company starting out in April 2002 and turned it into a major powerhouse not just in the e-fed business, but in the business world as well. OAOAST is Wall Street's hottest thing right now. Despite being a fantasic businessmon, you're a sexy mon as well, yes? TONY Yes! MISS CELO You're Tony "The Body," Mr. OAOAST. TONY (stands up) Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm Tony "The Body"! I'm Tony "The Body"! I'm Tony "The Body"! Tony walks towards a giant mirror inside the office, removes his jacket and shirt TONY (looking at himself in the mirror, flexing) Look at this guns! I'm mean look at 'em. So powerful it can take down an entire Army. But not the United States Army because they're an Army of 1. MISS CELO (off-screen) My work his is done, hon. And remember: you're Mr. OAOAST. TONY My God, look at me! (kissing his biceps) I'm not only dead sexy, I'm Mr. OAOAST. I'm the sexiest man walking God's green earth. How can you not lust over me -- Tony "The Body." Hahaha! Tony passionatly French kisses his reflection on the mirror as we go to the ring. "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" is playing. Puerto Rican Lightning is already in the ring, with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Mr. Boricua at ringside. Puerto Rican Lightning is sweating and breathing heavily, lying on a turnbuckle, panting. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Mr. Boricua look for Mad Cappa but no sucess while PRL jumps up and down in the ring. The crowd is booing as usual with PRL sneering at them and jawing at them. He demands for a microphone and waits for the booing to stop. JR We're back here live on IntenseZone, with Puerto Rican Lightning's OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Championship Match coming up now. PRL is still recovering from his Adrenalin Title Tournament against Stephen Jospeh earlier tonight, in which he LOST, I might add, but not before getting some payback on Stephen Jospeh coutersy of the Lightning Crew. PRL seems to be winded from that match, but he still wants to go through with this NA and P.R. Title defense against a so-called Puerto Rico "Ledgend". Considering what PRL has pulled in the past, I doubt the legitmacy of that comment. PRL has the mic let's see what he has to say. "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" dies down. The crowd begins booing loudly, stopping P.R.L. from speaking. He gives them a dirty look which causes the crowd to finally quiet down. PRL Now, ladies and gentlemen....well let me rephrase that: Now all you pieces of trailer park trash (Crowd Boos), it is now time, for YOUR OaOasT North American AND Puerto Rican Championship Match. Now, I know you are all disappointed that I lost the Adrenalin Title Tournament to Stephen Joseph (Crowd Cheers). But, you will all be happy to know that even though I lost, I still got TWO belts to be defended here on IntenseZone, so it is not like a total lost. PRL puts on a fake cheesy smile. The crowd boos him, so PRL sneers. JR I don't think the fans feel the same way PRL feels about the lost. PRL (Continuing) Anyway, it is now time for one of Puerto Rico's own to make HIS OaOasT debut! Now, this young man is nervous about his debut, so please, be kind to him. I called him up from some schmuck independant league in San Juan, and he was glad to participate. Not that I blame him, since he had to sleep on used matresses and eat spagehtti for breakfast, lunch, and dinner while in San Juan. Now, that I have rescued him, he is rocking all Da Bling-Bling AND getting some of the finest ladies this side of San Juan! See, I'm not such a bad guy after all! (Smiles) So, it is time for the debut of this young man. This future superstar. This next Ric Flair, Steve Austin, Hulk Hogan, Rock. The Next Big Thing. Ladies and gentlemen, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, He is Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez! "100%" by Big Pun starts to play. The AngleTron shows a Puerto Rico Flag waving proudly, as the crowd stands up waiting for Jose to show up. They are curious as PRL stands in the ring smiling. JR Well, Jose's music has started. But, he has yet to make an apperance. I wonder where he is. The crowd grows impatient as "100%" continues to play. It stops and restarts again. Still no Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez. The crowd begins booing. JR It's been 5 minutes, and still no Jose. Where could he be? "100%" starts again, and still no Jose. Finally, a small, skinny, nervous young man is shoved through the entrance. The young man begs to go back in, but a muscular hand forces him out. The crowd boos angrily, as PRL has fooled them once again. Jose is not what PRL made him out to be. Instead, Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez is another small, skinny Hispanic with semi-long black curly hair, long red tights and a red tank top, red boots, a mustache, red elbow pads, and a look of fear on his face. He walks slowly into the ring, sweating and in fear the whole time. The crowd begins booing young Jose as PRL, Mr. Boricua, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez laugh. PRL GOT YA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I never said how tall he was, or how muscular he was, or infact, he smart he is for taking a match against Puerto Rican Lightning! You all just got too worked up and expected something good, but instead got this. You guys are soooooooo stupid! I can't believe how gullible you can be! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!! JR Well, this is just downright rude. PRL, once again, pulling a charade on us. How awful of this man, but then again, I wouldn't expect anything else from PRL. He is a no good piece of garbage! "100%" by Big Pun continues to play, as Jose nervously enters the ring. He hesistates entering the ring, but finally does and looks at the crowd who are booing him mercifully. PRL laughs. JR I feel terrible for this young man. He is taking a big risk by entering the ring against the psycothic Puerto Rican Lightning. He better be careful in there. PRL is a ruthless bastard who will attack any and everyone. He is evil. The crowd boos and chant "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!". The referee checks both men and the bell rings as "100%" by Big Pun dies down. * DING DING DING * OAOAST North American & Puerto Rican Championship Match Puerto Rican Lightning (Champion, With Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Mr. Boricua) vs. Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez JR And here we go with this "match". Puerto Rican Lightning gets a good luck kiss from Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and stares at Jose. The young Hispanic stares at PRL with a look of fear in his eyes. PRL smiles and dares Jose to shake his hand. Jose looks around nervously at the crowd who boo. Jose hesistates, but shakes PRL's right hand. PRL clotheslines Jose who does a somersault onto the mat. JR BAWD GAWD~!!! THE POWER OF PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! THIS IS JUST A SLAUGHTER!!! PRL begins stomping his boots on Jose's face, who covers up as much as he can. He then picks up Jose, and slaps him in his face. JR A HARD SHOT BY PRL! Puerto Rican Lightning now whipping Jose to the ropes and he hits a Spinning Heel Kick onto Gonsalves. PRL does several close fisted strikes to Jose's face. He then picks him up and does a Vertical Suplex. Follow by another. And another. And another. JR Beautiful Vertical Suplexes on Jose Gonsalves. PRL really laying into him. Puerto Rican Lightning heads to the top rope....and comes back down with The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003. He then heads to the second rope, and hits an elbowdrop from it. He goes for the cover. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!!! P.R. bodyslams Jose. The crowd begins booing and chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" as PRL lays in several quick elbowdrops. He then picks up Jose, and whips him into the ropes. Back drop on Jose. PRL whips him into the ropes again and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. PRL grabs Jose's right ankle and slams it onto the mat. P.R. picks up Jose and lands some European Uppercuts to his face. He whips Jose Gonsalves to the ropes again and does a leapfrog over him. Jose heads to the other ropes, and PRL comes back with a reverse leapfrog. PRL then follows with an armdrag, follow by another one. He then hits a dropkick on Gonsalves which send him to the mat. JR Jose Gonsalves has yet to get any offense in in this matchup. Remimiscent of Cuban Wall's match against Mark Pollak Henderson earlier this evening. Double Underhook DDT on Jose Gonsalves. Cover for a two count. Lightning waits for Jose to get up as the crowd begins booing loudly. PRL trash talks to the Jose, laughing evily, and kicking him in his head. Jose slowly gets up, and once he does, PRL whips him into the ropes and gives him a Samoan Drop. He then picks up Gonsalves again, and gives him the Lightning Strike. JR THE LIGHTNING STRIKE! PRL HAS JUST GIVEN JOSE GONSALVES THE LIGHTNING STRIKE! COVER! 1! 2! NO!!! JOSE GOT OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! Puerto Rican Lightning gives Jose a Dangerous DDT. He heads to the top rope. The crowd begins to stand in anticipation as PRL removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. He does the international "UP YOURS!" signal to the crowd, then leaps off the top rope with his signature FU Elbow Drop which connects on Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez. JR The FU Elbow Drop! It could be over! PRL goes for the cover. 1.... 2.... NO!!! PRL, gets frustrated. He picks up Jose and whips him into the ropes. Sidewalk Slam on Gonsalves. Another cover for a two count. Tha Puerto Rican picks up Jose once again and whips him into the turnbuckle. PRL chops Jose several times. The crowd chants "WOOOOOOO!" after each chop. PRL whips Jose into another turnbuckle, and hits a Stinger Splash onto Jose. He then whips him into another turnbuckle, but Jose reverses, and PRL does a Flair Flip onto the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Lightning lands perfectly onto the ring apron with an evil smile on his face. He bows to the crowd and begins dancing down the ring apron, when Jose clotheslines PRL. JR OH MY~!!! JOSE GONSALVES HAS JUST SHOCKED PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WITH A CLOTHESLINE OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd cheers loudly as Jose jumps up and down looking to gain momentaum. Puerto Rican Lightning gets up, shocked, but still standing, as Jose begins laying in lefts and rights to a man bigger than him. PRL no-sells all of the punches, and lays in one right hand jab to Jose to bring him down. PRL lays in several jabs of his own, each knocking down Jose. He whips Jose into the ropes, and drop toeholds him onto the second rope. The crowd boos, but stands up as PRL has a sick smile on his face. JR It looks like PRL is going for one of his signature moves! PRL 7-8-7! PRL bounces off the opposite side of the ropes and hits Jose with the 7-8-7. Jose holds his face in pain as PRL jumps on the ropes and hits the San Juan Jam onto Jose for the cover. 1...... 2....... KICK OUT!!! JR Jose Gonsalves has been dealt with several strong shots to the head by Puerto Rican Lightning, but he is still in the match-up. PRL may have been in a match earlier this evening, but is still fightning. PRL picks up Jose and slaps his head. He then heads to the ropes and hits a shining wizard on Jose. He goes for the cover. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!!! JR Puerto Rican Lightning is not happy that he is unable to get Jose pinned, obviously. PRL whiping Gonsalves....spinning wheel kick. Rolling Thunder. Cover. Kick out! PRL now whipping Jose to the ropes again. He is now stomping a mudhole in him. PRL poses as the crowd boos. He jaws with the fans, then goes back to Gonsalves. He picks Gonsalves up and whips him into the ropes, but Gonsalves reverses and PRL hits the turnbuckle sternum first. Jose follows with a hurricarana on P.R. that causes the crowd to explode. JR JOSE GONSALVES IS GETTING SOME OFFENSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIS MATCH-UP! Jose Gonsalves waits for PRL to get up as the crowd starts to cheer for Jose. Jose begins laying lefts and rights to PRL, and whips him into the ropes. He applies a head scissor takedown on PRL for a two count. Jose then gets up and heads to the ropes once again, but PRL stops him with a Cappa Killer. JR THE CAPPER KILLER! MAD CAPPA'S SIGNATURE MOVE HAS BEEN USED ON JOSE!! 1... 2.... KICK OUT!!! The crowd lets out a giant cheer as PRL expresses shock. The crowd continues getting more and more into Jose as PRL bodyslams Jose. He follows with a kneedrop then heads to the ropes. JR Puerto Rican Lightning is going to the top rope once again. PRL jumps off for a moonsault.....which misses as Jose moves out of the way. The crowd cheers as both PRL and Jose lay on the mat for a seconds with the referee beginning a 10 count. JR Jose has just shocked PRL. I believe that PRL has underestimated Jose in this matchup. He maybe smaller than Puerto Rican Lightning, but he has heart! The referee continues counting as a small "JOSE! JOSE! JOSE!" chant begins. PRL and Jose Gonsalves struggle to get up. As the referee counts 6, PRL and Gonsalves are on their knees. At 8, they both get up and begin laying rights and lefts to each other. PRL gets the advantage with Rock-Style punches that send Jose back to the mat. PRL sends Gonsalves to the ropes again, but as PRL bends his head down, Gonsalves kicks PRL in the head and rolls him up. JR COULD THIS BE THE UPSET?! 1-2-THR-NO!!! JOSE WAS SO CLOSE! JUST SO, SO CLOSE! HE COULD HAVE DONE IT!!! Gonsalves beats on PRL some more to the shock of Lightning. He heads to the top rope...and comes down with a crossbody drop. JR 1-2-KICKOUT! The crowd is now hot and are rooting for Jose. They are chanting "JOSE! JOSE! JOSE!" quite loudly as Jose and PRL get up. JR This crowd now 100% behind Jose, and I can't say that I blame them. Jose is giving 100% of his heart to defeat Puerto Rican Lightning and become the North American and Puerto Rican Champion. Jose is back up. Jose begins feeding on the crowd's heat as he dropkicks PRL. He hits another dropkick. And another which sends PRL out of the ring to the crowd's cheers. JR Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez has just sent Puerto Rican Lightning out of the ring! It seems as if PRL was overconfident in this matchup. Could we see an upset? Could we see a new North American and Puerto Rican Champion? Puerto Rican Lightning heads out of the ring. The crowd is hot once again chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" PRL tells them to shut up. When they don't, he covers his ears up to drown out the noise. When that doesn't work, he slaps his forehead four times. When that doesn't work, he heads to Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Mr. Boricua to calm him down. JR This match now getting to PRL. He can't take the heat it seeems. The crowd continues chanting as Jose Gonsalves heads to the top rope. He waits for Lightning to come to the right spot. He jumps off the top rope with a moonsault that takes PRL down. JR MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT ONTO PRL FROM THE OUTSIDE! WHAT A PHEMEMONAL MOVE! A PHENEMEONAL MOVE ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! THIS IS INCREDIBLE! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THIS RIGHT NOW!!! The crowd chants "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" as PRL and Jose lay on the floor. Mr. Boricua and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez begin to worry about Lightning, who is knocked out. Jose Gonsalves gets up first and throws PRL into the ring. He kicks PRL in the gut several times then picks him up. Hurricarna pin for two. He picks up PRL again, and clotheslines him. He then dropkicks him to the mat and removes the straps to his tanktop. The crowd explodes as Jose jumps up and down feeding off the crowd's energy. He urges the crowd to get hotter, which they do. A chant of "LET'S GO JOSE! LET'S GO JOSE! LET'S GO JOSE! LET'S GO JOSE!" starts and is said throughout the arena as Jose grabs PRL and whips him into the ropes. Jose Gonsalves goes for a clothesline, but Puerto Rican Lightning ducks and hits a Flying Forearm. The crowd boos as PRL gets up and whips Jose into the ropes again, and hits another Flying Forearm. JR Uh-oh. Oh dear. This is not good for Jose. This is not good at all. Puerto Rican Lightning is setting up for the P.R. Nightmare. This is not good. Puerto Rican Lightning picks up Jose again and does another Flying Forearm. He then picks up Jose once more, whips him into the ropes, heads to the ropes himself and hits the fourth flying forearm. He kips up to loud boos and jumps up and down with an evil smile on his face. JR PRL IS SETTING UP FOR THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC! Puerto Rican Lightning heads to a turnbuckle as the crowd begins booing. They chant "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" as Puerto Rican Lightning stomps his foot a'la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. The crowd stands up in anticipation as Jose starts to get up. PRL yells at him as he gets more hyper and hyper. JR IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE ALL OVER! Jose gets up, and Puerto Rican Lightning goes for the Sweet Chin Music. He tries to do it, but Jose catches the leg, so PRL does an enzuguri on him to boos. JR JOSE BLOCKED THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC, BUT STILL GOT AN ENZUGURI FOR HIS TROUBLES. DAMNIT! Both PRL and Jose lie on the mat. PRL rises up first and picks up Jose. JR Puerto Rican Lightning hits the P.R. NIGHTMARE--NO!!! JOSE ESCAPED!!! Jose Gonsalves goes for a clothesline but PRL ducks and hits a hurricarana on him. PRL picks Jose up and goes for the P.R. Nightmare again, but Jose holds on and hits a Northern Lights Suplex on PRL. 1.... 2... NO!!! Jose picks up PRL, and tries to do a Vertical Suplex, but PRL drops out of it, turns Gonsalves around.....and delievers the P.R. Nightmare on Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez to boos from the crowd. JR P.R. NIGHTMARE! THE P.R. NIGHTMARE ON JOSE! GET UP KID! GET UP! THIS COULD BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE! GET UP! GET UP! 1... 2... 3!!!!! * DING DING DING * JR DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! GMC Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and STILL OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Champion....PUERTO RICCCCAAAAANNNNNN LIGHTTTTNNNNINNNNGGGG!!! JR AW, DAMNIT! JOSE COULD HAVE HAD A SHOT! HE COULD HAVE DONE IT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" begins to play again as the crowd boos. Puerto Rican Lightning struggles to get up, tired, and smiles evily. Jose Gonsalves lies on the mat, crying in pain, screaming "Why? Why?" to the sky. PRL holds his stomach, but raises his left fist in victory while Mr. Boricua and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez cheer him on. "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" chants begin again. JR It was a close battle that no one saw coming. Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez was originally scheldued to make Puerto Rican Lightning look good. To be an enchancement talent. But instead, he gave 100% to win, and on several occasions, came inches from becoming OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Champion. Unfortnaley, he came up short, but he made his impact on Puerto Rican Lightning, and Lord willing, he will get a contract to wrestle on the IntenseZone real soon. This young man shocked the hell out of Puerto Rican Lightning and the fans and for that, you have to applaud him! "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" continues to play as Puerto Rican Lightning recieves his OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Championship belts. He raises them high for all the crowd to see. They boo him as usual, while PRL jaws with the fans and laughs evily as usual. Jose is struggling to get out of the ring. Puerto Rican Lightning sees this, and with a sneer on his face, kicks Jose in the stomach, sending him back onto the mat. He begins beating down on him with lefts rights and kicks while the crowd boos. JR Now come on! THAT IS ENOUGH! PLEASE STOP IT! DAMN YOUR BLACK HEART PRL! DAMN YOUR BLACK SOUL TO HELL! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!!! The bell rings again and again, but the beatdown doesn't stop. Jose is bleeding and dazed as PRL picks him up....and hits him over the head with the NA Title belt. He picks him up again...and hits him over the head with the Puerto Rican Championship belt. The crowd boos and chant "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!" Lightning sneers and continues beating on the bloodied Jose. JR Stop it, right now! You won the match! You don't need to do this! For the love of God, please stop this! THIS IS ENOUGH! STOP IT! WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP THIS DAMN SLAUGHTER!!! The rest of The Lightning Crew come out to the ring and help the beatdown on Jose. The crowd boos even louder as the beatdown continues. JR AND THE LIGHTNING CREW ARE HERE! JUST LIKE EARLIER TONIGHT WHEN THEY ATTACKED STEPHEN JOSEPH! THEY'RE OUT HERE AGAIN! IT'S NOT FAIR DAMNIT! WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE COME OUT HERE AND STOP IT!!! Puerto Rican Lightning gives Jose another P.R. Nightmare. Thomas Rodreguiez kicks Jose in the balls. Colombian Heat gives Jose the Colombian Necktie. Vitamin X follows with the Overdose. Mr. Boricua chokeslams Jose. Cuban Wall follows with the Lightning Crew Splash. And Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez finishes with a hard slap to the face. The crowd boos as Jose lies on the mat, bloodied. The Lightning Crew celebrate. They raise their arms in the air and laugh evily. JR THOSE COLD-HEARTED, EVIL, EGOTISICAL SONS-OF-A-BITCHES!!! THOSE NO GOOD EVIL COWARDS!!! THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BE IN THE OAOAST!!! INFACT, THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BE IN THE UNITED STATES!!! SOMEBODY MUST STOP THEM ALL!!!! DAMN THEM ALL!!! Suddenly, the jeers turn to loud cheers as "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool begins playing. Puerto Rican Lightning has a look of fear mixed in with shock on his face. The Lightning Crew start to panic. JR CAPPA!!! MAD CAPPA!!! COULD IT BE? THE MAD CAPPA IS HERE!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS HERE!!!! THE MAD CAPPA IS IN THE BUILDING!!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!!! The crowd goes crazy as The Lightning Crew panic. Suddenly, Colombian Heat tells the Lightning Crew to "Play dead." At first, they all are shocked, but go through with it anyway. Puerto Rican Lightning and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez exit the ring and head out through the crowd while Colombian Heat, Mr. Boricua, Cuban Wall, Thomas Rodreguiez, and Vitamin X all lie down on the mat, pretending to be knocked out. JR What the? What the? What the hell are the Lightning Crew doing? Are they actually trying to fool The Mad Cappa? Are they serious? PRL and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez are gone as The Mad Cappa finally runs into the ring. The crowd goes absolutley insane for Cappa, chanting his name and cheering like crazy. The Mad Cappa enters the ring with a confused look on his face, seeing the Lightning Crew play dead. JR Cappa seems as confused as I am. Why the hell are they playing dead. Are they that afraid of The Mad Cappa? The crowd becomes quiet for a few seconds as Cappa checks each Lightning Crew member. Each one is playing dead; not moving, not talking, and eyes closed. The Mad Cappa wonders what he should do, but the crowd tries to warn them that they are not actually knocked out. Jose has been taken out of the ring by referees and officals, whilst Mad Cappa checks the audience for any sign of Puerto Rican Lightning. JR Well, The Lightning Crew aren't moving. But what do they have plan? Why the hell would they do this? Suddenly, the plan becomes clear as Colombian Heat gets up while The Mad Cappa's back is turned. Colombian Heat axe handles Cappa, and begins beating on him. He whips him into the ropes, but Cappa comes back with the BUST A CAP! The crowd cheers as the rest of The Lightning Crew get up. The Mad Cappa attacks each member sucessfully while the crowd eats it up. JR THE MAD CAPPA!!! ONCE AGAIN ATTACKING THE LIGHTNING CREW!!! NO MATTER WHAT THE LIGHTNING CREW DOES, IT SEEMS THEY CAN NEVER GET THEIR HANDS ON THE MAD CAPPA!!! AND WHO EXACTLY THOUGHT PLAYING DEAD WAS A GOOD IDEA?!!! THE MAD CAPPA LAYING IT INTO THE LIGHTNING CREW!!! BUST A CAP! for Thomas Rodreguiez. BUST A CAP for Cuban Wall. BUST A CAP for Mr. Boricua. BUST A CAP! for Vitamin X. Colombian Heat tries to attack Mad Cappa again, but Cappa ducks and clotheslines him out of the ring. The Lightning Crew all leave the ring in pain once again, while the crowd goes insane. The Mad Cappa yells at The Lightning Crew and jumps up and down. Chants of "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!" JR THE MAD CAPPA HAS ONCE AGAIN TAKEN CARE OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! BUT NOT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! PRL HAS AVOIDED HIM LIKE THE PLAGUE SINCE CAPPA RETURNED! AND I BET, THAT HAS MADE CAPPA WANT TO TAKE OUT PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING EVEN MORE!!!! THE MAD CAPPA WILL NOT REST UNTIL HE GETS HIS HANDS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! The Mad Cappa searches the audience for Puerto Rican Lightning. From the crowd comes, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. She stomps angrily into the ring and taps him on his right shoulder. JR Lindsay? What the hell is she doing? Why exactly is SHE talking to Cappa? That jezebel. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez yells at Mad Cappa. She curses at him in Spanish while Cappa just looks in awe. The crowd becomes hot, awaiting Cappa to do something. Some begin chanting "Take Her Out! Take Her Out!" Cappa is still being yelled at by Lindsay, who calls him an "Asshole. Son-Of-A-Bitch. Prick." Cappa just looks at her. Finally, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez slaps The Mad Cappa hard across his face. The crowd "Oooooohhhhhhsssss!!!" as The Mad Cappa gets a psycho look in his eye. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez stands in fear. JR Oh, he might just do something. The Mad Cappa kicks Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez in the gut....and delievers a BUST A CAP on her. The crowd explodes a Lindsay falls face first onto the mat. JR BUST A CAP!!! BUST A CAP!!! BUST A CAP ON MISS LINDSAY GONZALEZ!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS HIT THE BUST A CAP ON MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ!!! TAKE THAT YOU JEZEBEL!!! The crowd explodes as Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez lies on the mat, knocked out. The Mad Cappa jumps up and down getting the crowd hyped up as "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool starts up again. He dances a bit as Lindsay continues to be knocked out. JR THE MAD CAPPA MAY HAVE NOT GOTTEN PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING THIS WEEK, BUT HE HAS SENT HIM A MESSAGE AND THAT MESSAGE IS THAT HE CAN BEAT THE LIGHTNING CREW ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!!! AND HE DID IT TWO TIMES TONIGHT!!! THE MAD CAPPA HAS GOTTEN THE BEST OF THE LIGHTNING CREW TWICE THIS WEEK!!! The Mad Cappa continues to celebrate as "Let Me Clear My Throat" continues to play. He heads out of the ring and goes underneath the ring, and finds a cooler. The crowd pops as he grabs a beer from the cooler and guzzles it all down Stone Cold-style. He pours some on Lindsay to try and wake her up causing the crowd to cheer some more. The beer causes her hair and shirt to be wet, but fails to wake her up. JR THE MAD CAPPA NOW CELEBRATING WITH A BEER!!! ONE OF THESE DAYS!!! ONE OF THESE DAYS!!!! THE MAD CAPPA WILL GET HIS HANDS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! MARK MY WORDS!!! HE WILL GET HIS HANDS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING!!! The Mad Cappa exits the ring with the cooler in his right hand, and the beer in his left hand. He drinks the beer on the way to the entrance, even throwing some beers to the fans. He raises the beer and the cooler at the entrance causing the crowd to cheer as "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool continues to play. He exits through the entrance while Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is still knocked out. JR MAD CAPPA IS ONE STEP CLOSER TO GETTING HIS HANDS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING.... Suddenly, the song stops and the booing begins as Puerto Rican Lightning once again appears. He carefully steps into the ring. Making sure that Mad Cappa is gone. He slowly enters the ring, continually looking through the arena for any sign of Cappa. He sees Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez knocked out with beer on her, and freaks out. PRL WHAT?! WHAT?! LINDSAY! LINDSAY! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?! OH, LINDSAY! LINDSAY! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU! OH GOD, WHY DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?! WHY? JR PRL is freaked out at Lindsay Gonzalez recieving the BUST A CAP from Cappa. Puerto Rican Lightning grabs Lindsay and holds her by his chest, doing an overdramatic cry and acting like Lindsay has die. The crowd boos PRL and chant "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" as Lightning cradles Lindsay next to him vowing vegenace against Cappa. JR If PRL cared so much about Lindsay, he would have been with her when Cappa was out there. If he cared so much, he would have actually fought Cappa himself! "Know Your Role 2K3 (Hollywood Version)" begins to play again as Puerto Rican Lightning picks up Lindsay and carries her out of the ring. The crowd boos as PRL begins crying loudly. PRL WHY GOD? WHY GOD, WHY? I LOVE YOU LINDSAY! I LOVE YOU! JR Well, PRL now carrying Lindsay out of here, and something tells me that the PRL/Mad Cappa feud has now been kicked up a notch. Puerto Rican Lightning tries to look for sympathy, but finds none, so he walks to the entrance, with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez in his arms. He kneels down and cries and then gets right back up and carries her through the entrance with the crowd booing the whole time. JR Well, another chapter in the PRL/Mad Cappa feud has been written. We will find out next week what happens next, but we still got more to come because coming up next is our main event! The Tournament Final to crown the first ever OaOasT Adrenalin Title. It's G-Money vs. Spider-Poet. It's on, and it's coming up next! OAOAST Television Guide Tuesdays - IZ Thursdays - hD! Last Sunday of Every Month - Pay-Per-View

JR My gawd, that was a helluva match we just saw folks but thats what iz is all about folks. "Hate Me Nows" blares over the pa system. JR My gawd, we know what that music means. It means that D-Nice is in the arena and yep he's on his way down to the ring and what's this no HPB? I've never seen this before, it must be something serious for that to happen. Well we might as well go down to the ring and see what's on his mind. D-Nice grabs the mic. D-NICE As my dawgs can see the big guy is not by my side, he's actually in the back setting up the afterparty we got planned after IZ. But I'm out here to talk business. At Deadly Games (cheap pop) I made an impact but not a sufficient one but during that match I had an opportunity to square off against a man who I hadn't faced in over three years, that man was Dangerous A. (a few boos from the crowd) Dangerous A, you know me and you know at Deadly Games I had you in the "Nice and Smoothe," but unfortunately you escaped. I remember in Japan me and you faced each other at Champion Carnival in the finals -- a forty minute war. But that night you kicked out of it and went on to beat me for the championship. Ever since that night I've studied that tape a hundred times. You were the better man that night but now I want a rematch. I've been studying your matches and learning your skills; this time I will not be denied. I need this to silence my inner demons, so I have a proposal: A best of five series with each match being different from the rest; a cage match, I Quit match, street fight, last man standing, stretcher match. No run-ins, no DQ's just honor and the strong spirit. I want us to take each other farther than we've ever been. And oh, by the way Japanese rules: that means pure stiffness and clean finishes, man to man...except it...I dare you too. (drops mic, music begins to play as he walks to the back) JR My gawd, did ya'll here that? A best of five match challege to Dangerous A, I can't wait to hear from Dangerous A on that one. A slow-deep voiced annoucer saids "LIGHTNING". The crowd boos and stand up in anticipation as the AngleTron lights up with Puerto Rican Lightning's face on it. The crowd boos the moment his face is shown. The image of a smiling PRL changes to another image of PRL, this time of him holding the Puerto Rican Championship after a win. The crowd continues booing waiting for PRL to show up. As the AngleTron continues showing image after image of PRL, music is being played in the background. The music is slow and comatose. It's easy to listen to as violins play throughout. A man whispers the word "Chance" throughout as a heavy metal guitar begins to play. On the AngleTron, the image of PRL changes to an image of a choked up PRL. Then an angry PRL. Then a sad PRL. Finally, another smiling image, but this time in a more psychotic matter. The AngleTron switches to a Puerto Rican flag with, in big blocky letters, the words LIGHTNING CREW appear. A lightning bolt hits the stage and fog and pyro fire up. The crowd boos again as "No Chance In Hell" starts up. No Chance (No Chance) that's what ya got (Ha, Ha, Ha, Yeah) "No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd begins to play as strobe lights appear on the entrance. The crowd boos as smoke fills up the entrance way. We're up against no machine too strong (too strong). Pussy politcians buying souls for us are PUPPETS (Puppets) JR Well, it appears we are now scheldued for the wrestling debut of Cuban Wall of the Lightning Crew. This man has been a member of The Lightning Crew for about a month now, but he has yet to step into a ring and compete in an offical match. We will now see how he holds up in the OaOasT coming up next. Suddenly, the crowd's booing becomes louder as Cuban Wall finally makes his entrance. He looks at the crowd with a sneer on his face and pumps his right fist into the air. Chants of "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" fill up the arena as Cuban Wall makes his way to the ring, cold, silent, and with a determined look on his face. He shadow boxes a bit as the bell rings. But tie a string around your finger now boy cuz Cuz, it's just a matter of time Cuz you got No Chance (No Chance) No Chance In Hell (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) No Chance No Chance In Hell!!! * DING DING DING * GMC Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheldued for one fall. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 285 lbs. From Havana, Cuba, he is the Offical Muscle of The Lightning Crew, CUBAN WALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! The camera cuts to Cuban Wall's oppoent who is already in the ring. He is a short, pale young man with short red hair and blue eyes. He is wearing blue short speedo-style tights with blue kneepads and blue boots. GMC (Continuing) And his oppoent, weighning in at 163 lbs. From Hartford, Connecuit, MARK POLLAKKKKKKKKKK HENDERSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Mark Pollak Henderson raises his fist in the air, but gets minimal response. Cuban Wall enters the ring as "No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd continues to play. You've got No Chance (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) No Chance In Hell!!! You've got No Chance!!!! (Got No Chance) No Chance In Hell!!! (No Chance In Hell) No Chance (Chance) No Chance In Hell!!!! (YEAH!!!) JR This young man is also making his OaOasT debut tonight. Mark Pollak Henderson, 29 years old from Hartford, Connecuit. He has alot to handle as he faces the dangerous Cuban Wall tonight. Cuban Wall jaws with the fans then raises his fist in the air to loud boos. He then goes on the turnbuckle and recieves more boos as well. He steps down and shadowboxes a bit as "No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd dies down. Come on, Come on Come and get it (Come and get it) Come On! (Come on!) The referee checks on Cuban Wall and Mark Pollak Henderson. He rings the bell and the match begins. * DING DING DING * Cuban Wall vs. Mark Pollak Henderson JR And here we go, with Cuban Wall's debut match on IntenseZone. This man is a HOSS. 6 feet 285 lbs. Cuban Wall and Mark Pollak Henderson circle each other as the crowd begins booing and chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" They lock up with Wall getting a headlock on Henderson. He holds onto it for a few seconds, but Henderson scratches Wall in the eyes. He goes for a back body drop, but Cuban weighs too much for Mark to handle, so Cuban clubs him in the neck and whips him into the ropes. Wall whipping Henderson into the ropes. A clothesline with authority! Now, Cuban is choking Mark. The referee demands that Cuban Wall stop and he obliges. Cuban Wall kicks Mark Pollak Henderson in the face and the gut several times, then heads to the ropes and drops a couple of elbows onto his neck. The crowd is booing Wall, not in PRL-like levels, but enough to be heard. Cuban Wall bodyslams Mark twice, then headbutts him on the mat. The crowd begins chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" again causing Cuban to tell them to shut up. He heads to the top rope....and drops a fist onto Henderson's body. He goes for a cover. 1..... 2..... Kick out! JR Cuban Wall is manhandling Henderson in his debut match. What a HOSS this man is. What a HOSS. Cuban Wall urges Mark to get up, so he kicks him in the gut to bring him back down. Wall picks up Mark, and does a backbreaker onto him. He goes for another cover. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT~! JR Mark Pollak Henderson is still in this match, but for how long? Cuban Wall picks up Henderson, and punches him in the face. He picks him up again and punches him in the face. He punches him again then whips him into a turnbuckle. He follows with an avalance and then a bulldog. He goes for a cover for a two count. Wall picks up Mark, and does a short clothesline on him. He picks him up again and does another clothesline. Follow by another. And another. He whips Henderson into the ropes, and does a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker for another two count. JR Double-Armed DDT. Cover. 1,2,NO! Wall drops several legdrops onto the back of Mark's neck. The crowd begins booing loudly once again, chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" Cuban poses for a bit then jaws with the fans. He goes back to beating on Mark Pollak Henderson. Cuban Wall does a Death Valley Drop then heads to the top rope. He comes down with a Flying Headbutt and goes for the cover. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!!! Cuban Wall gets a little frustrated, but carries on. He picks up Mark Pollak Henderson, and chokes him. The crowd boos as Cuban Wall laughs. JR Now come on. That is not right. Cuban Wall cannot get away with this! Cuban Wall picks up Mark into a Gorilla Press. The crowd is in awe of Wall, as he grunts and yells, bench pressing Mark over his head, before dropping him back down completing the Gorilla Press Slam. JR What power from Cuban Wall! What strength! Cuban Wall is amazing! This is incredible. How can he do this? Wall continuing the assault beating on Mark Pollak Henderson like a scalded dog. Shining Wizard on Cuban Wall. He goes for a cover. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!!! Cuban Wall whips Mark into the ropes. He begins punching him in the gut several times. JR These Lightning Crew members. Following everything PRL saids. "Drinking his kool-aid" as it maybe. It's disgusting. Cuban Wall was just a regular person, but he became entranced by PRL and has been following him ever since. This man is dangerous and psycothic. Anyone who drinks PRL's "kool-aid" is bound to be unstable since PRL is unstable himself. Do these Lightning Crew members have any free will? Do they sell their souls to Puerto Rican Lightning? Cuban Wall whips Mark into the turnbuckle, and comes back with another avalanche. He then whips him into the ropes, and hits a flying clothesline. JR What grace! What aglity from Cuban Wall! He got a few inches off the ground with that one. 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! JR But Mark Henderson is still in this match! Phemenomal! Cuban Wall whips Mark Pollak Henderson into the ropes and follows with a chokeslam. JR CHOKESLAM!!! CHOKESLAM!!! CHOKESLAM!!! THE CHOKESLAM BY CUBAN WALL! IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE ALL OVER!!! Cuban Wall looks at the crowd who boo him. They boo him mercilessly as Cuban Wall does the "That's It!" sign. JR It looks like this could be all over. Cuban Wall is signaling for the end. This doesn't look good for Mark Pollak Henderson. Mark Pollak Henderson is dazed as Cuban Wall picks him up. He lifts him up....into the WALLBREAKER (A-Train's Train Wreck). JR TRAINWRECK!!! THAT IS THE TRAINWRECK ON MARK POLLAK HENDERSON!!! IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE ALL OVER!!! Cuban Wall has a sick look in his eyes. He smiles and heads to the ropes as the crowd boos. He comes down on Mark Pollak Henderson hard with the Lightning Crew Splash (Splash). Mark screams in pain. JR LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH! THE LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH FROM CUBAN WALL!!! Cuban Wall goes for the cover. 1...... 2...... 3!!!! * DING DING DING * GMC Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match....CUBANNNNNNNN WALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!! "No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd starts up again as Cuban Wall gets off of Mark Pollak Henderson. The crowd boos as Cuban Wall raises his arms in victory. He laughs at Mark Henderson, who is being checked on by the referee. Cuban Wall sneers at the crowd who boo him and exits the ring, slightly panting and sweating. JR Well, that was an impressive showing from Cuban Wall, the offical muscle of the Lightning Crew as we are told. BAWD GAWD this HOSS is indeed making an impact on IntenseZone and the OaOasT and it looks like PRL picked the right person to be apart of the Lightning Crew. Mark Pollak Henderson looks to be in serious pain right now, thanks to Cuban Wall, who did not even let him get an ounce of offense in this match-up. "No Chance In Hell" continues to play as Cuban Wall makes his way to the entrance. He jaws with several fans along the way, and sneers at the camera. He smiles evily and raises his fists in the air before leaving, laughing evily. The crowd boos loudly as the camera cuts to Mark Pollak Henderson who is being checked on by referees. JR Lord knows how many bodies Cuban Wall will leave broken, as he begins his wrestling career in the OaOasT. This man is psycothic and all IZ wrestlers better beware. This man is drinking "PRL's kool-aid" and it is poisonous. PRL wasn't victorious tonight like Cuban Wall was, but I'm sure he's thrilled to see his guy overpower his way to the winner's circle. Stay tuned, we will be back with more action -- the finals of the Adrenalin title tournament -- right here on OAOAST IntenseZone!

Adrenalin Title Tournament SemiFinals SpiderPoet vs. Stephen Joseph JR Now we come to a match between two of the biggest names IntenseZone has to offer. This match could main event any show you want to think about, but tonight its for a place in the finals of the Adrenalin title tournament. The winner to face G-Money. Stephen Joseph is looking for his first title in sometime, and to strike a blow for the corporate team in capturing the new championship. Spider Poet defeated Dangerous A earlier tonight to get here, but can he shake off the ring rust to defeat an OAOAST legend in SJ? We're about to find out… GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the final semi-final in the Adrenaline Title tournament and is set for one fall…introducing first… "Aww Naww" hits up, and the crowd rises to welcome Stephen Joseph back to the ring! GMC From Atlanta Georgia, weighing 225lbs....Stephen JoooooooooooooSEPH! JR Stephen and "Spider Poet" Peter Cone are good friends and have been working together recently on the corporate side of things, but find themselves opposed in the ring tonight! SJ strolls to the ring, a smile on his face despite the beating he's taken at the hands of the Lightning Crew. He's clearly looking forward to this match. GMC And his opponent… "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool beats out, as the AngleTron now displays images of the Spider Poet walking…until there's a BANG of pyro, and the Poet himself leaps out, grinning, glad to be back in the OAOAST. JR SpiderPoet using two different theme musics tonight. I'm sure he hopes that'll bring him good luck. GMC Weighing 230lbs….the man…known as….SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAH POET! The fans, still delirious with surprise at SP's earlier appearance, roar him on to the ring once more. Poet, visibly moved, slaps hands with a few fans as he makes his way down the aisle, before sliding into the ring and saluting each side of the arena. Poet's music cuts as our referee calls both men together for a brief explanation of the rules. JR Here we go folks, these two stars just two matches away from winning that shiny new belt! The ref calls for the opening bell and gestures for our competitors to get it on! * DING DING DING * SJ and Spider Poet circle each other, until both step forward, smile, and we get a firm handshake to start things of! The crowd applauds the show of sportsmanship as Poet takes a step forward, looking for a lock up. SJ obliges, as they grapple in the middle of the ring. Stephen comes out on top, gripping Poet's arm around and applying a wristlock. SJ starts to wrench in the hold, but SP quickly counters, spinning round and reversing to an arm bar on SJ! It's Stephen's turn to feel the pain, but he too doesn't stay in a hold for long and rolls forward, allowing him to twist and break the armbar, before whipping Poet to the ropes. As Poet returns SJ simply shoulderblocks him to the mat and drops for a cover, but Poet bridges up and out from under the body of SJ! JR What agility from Poet with that Matrix like escape! This man has some powerful abilities... SJ doesn't allow SP any time however, and as he rises kicks Poet in the gut to double him over. Stephen pushes Poet into a corner and starts to work him over with kicks to the midsection. SJ hammers away at the Poet's ribs before whipping him hard across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Joseph runs in after SP, but Poet uses the ropes to swings himself up and over SJ's charge, before rolling down his body and pulling him into a pinning predicament, sunset flip style- ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! SJ is up and moves in on Poet again- only to get pulled into a cradle! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! SJ springs up and swings hard at SP, who ducks, getting behind his opponent and dragging him into a school boy pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JR Spiderpoet knows that this match can't go too long, he doesn't want to be exhausted for the final should he get there, so he's trying for a quick, upset pin! SJ pulls himself up slightly dizzily and runs at SP again, who merely steps aside and assists SJs run so he slams into the corner turnbuckles. Stephen staggers out, turning around and eating a dropkick to the jaw as SP floats into the air! SJ scrambles back to his feet but SP is on top of him and whips him to the ropes. As Stephen comes back SP flips his arm under SJs and sends him up and over with an arm drag that gets huge elevation. Joseph pulls himself up to one knee, holding his back where he landed so hard, and grimaces. Poet calmly walks over as SJ stands and CHOPS him hard across the chest! Stephen winces, but Poet delivers another stinging CHOP before flipping Joseph over to the mat with a snapmare takeover. As Stephen sits on the mat, Poet quickly runs to the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and diving forward, snapping his boots straight into the face of SJ! The cover! ONE! TWO! T-KICKOUT! Poet brings SJ up and grabs a front facelock before hitting a quick snap suplex, floating over for the cover: ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JR Poet working hard to try and wear down SJ, making him kick out, keeping him under constant pressure…It's a very impressive display against a man as experienced as Stephen. Both men are up as Poet goes to another arm bar on Stephen, who struggles for a moment before managing to reverse it. Joseph tries to force Poet into the corner, but as SP gets near the ropes, he jumps onto the middle cable, then the top, and springboards back off it, wrapping his legs around the head of SJ and dragging him around and over with a hurracanrana! JR Awesome agility from Poet! He escaped that armbar AND left Stephen lying! Poet decides against a cover this time, choosing to keep the assault going, and whips SJ to the ropes- where he stops, managing to hold on at the last minute. SP shrugs and sprints at SJ! The corporate leader ducks and manages to backdrop Poet out over the top rope- but he lands on the apron! SJ turns quickly however and is able to crack SP with a punch and then grab him for a suplex to bring Poet back into the ring! SJ drops a leg across the throat of Poet as he lies on the mat, before running to the ropes and delivering a Muta style elbow to the chest. SJ brings SP up and underhooks both arms, going for a DDT, but Poet wrenches free and spins behind Stephen, applying a waistlock. SP goes for the release German suplex but SJ somehow lands on his feet! JR Great escape from Stephen! These two men are so evenly matched, this could take all night to seperate them! Poet rises and turns – straight into that double underhook DDT he was fighting to avoid! SP's head is driven hard into the mat, and SJ rolls him over and covers: ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! SJ rises, bringing SP up with him, before kicking him in the gut and then hammering him up again with a stiff forearm shot. SJ grabs SP around the midsection and executes a Northern Lites suplex, holding for the bridge! ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRRRRR-KICKOUT! JR Well that was close- Stephen is so dangerous, he has such a vast arsenal of moves in his offence. Poet needs to get back into this quick or Joesph could put him away for good! SJ scoops SP up and kicks him in the gut again, before going for a discus punch- that SP ducks! SP looks to fire up, but gets stopped as SJ dives forward and cuts SP off with a stiff lariat. The crowd cheers, but seems split as to who they're backing for the win. SJ poses briefly, before drawing him up and signalling for the Fallen Angel! JR SJ too wants to get this over with quickly. If this match goes long, the winner will be that much more tired for the final. SJ sets for the initial suplex but Poet slips his leg behind Stephen's and blocks the move. SJ tries again, but SP reverses to his own vertical suplex that snaps SJ hard onto the canvas! SP heads up top as SJ pulls himself to his feet. Poet leaps off with a missile dropkick that cracks SJ in the face! Cover! ONE! TWO! THRRRR-KICKOUT! SP heads up top again, with SJ still on his back, and leaps off with a high elevation moonsault- that SJ rolls avoids at the last second, rolling aside! Poet crashes to the mat and holds his ribs, as SJ starts to use the ropes to pull himself up. JR Poet just hit hard, and that's exactly the kind of impact he wants to avoid to stay fresh! Both men are up, and SP swings a lariat at SJ that Joseph ducks. SJ gets behind SP and hits him with a German suplex! Joseph rolls with it, going for another, but SP suddenly reverses to his own waistlock and hits Stephen with a German suplex! SP now goes for another German, but SJ reverses to a Full nelson! Before Stephen can hit the suplex however, SP drops to the mat, escaping SJ's grasp and rolling backwards through his legs! SJ turns but Poet kicks him in the stomach and plants him with a DDT! JR Great exchange of moves, these men are so well matched- I'd love to see them with a longer match to show us more, but both men want the win NOW! Poet waits behind SJ, ready for him to get up. At last Stephen rises, and Poet bounces off the ropes, going for the tildeBANG~! neckbreaker but SJ pushes him off, kicks him in the gut and goes for the Fallen Angel once more! SJ pulls Poet up into the suplex, but SP struggles and escapes, falling down to the mat and hitting the tildeBANG~! SP overs, pulling the legs up high! ONE! TWO! SJ struggles to kickout! TWO AND A HALF! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE! SJ kicks out, but- * DING DING DING * GMC The winner of the match and advancing to the final....SPIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHPOET! JR Spiderpoet pulled it off! He kept SJ down just long enough, but it was so close! Perhaps SJ was feeling the effects of the assault he suffered, but what a huge win for Poet! In the ring, SJ is rising, holding his neck, and looks at SP for a moment, before grinning and shaking his hand. Stephen raises the arm of SP before leaving to a huge ovation. SP applauds SJ out of the ring, before leaving himself.

Adrenalin Title Tournament SemiFinals Shuffle vs. G-Money JR And now it's time for a highly anticipated 2nd round match. The Shuffle vs.. G. Money. I could run down all that's happened between these two, but that's not important, what's important is that THEY HATE EACH OTHER~!. Earlier tonight Shuffle put Money's friend Plushy Al Logan out of commission- and now he's looking to do the same to Money. The arena goes black as green spotlight comes hits G. Money in the middle the ramp and green pyro goes the sides of the ramp. GMC From Salisbury, England at two-hundred and forty five pounds, G. MONEY~! Money makes his way to the ring, sheds his track suit and warms up- waiting for the Shuffle. JR This Money is a no account bastard. He's hit Shuffle with more cheap shots than Shuffle's got dance moves. A giant flash of white pyro hits, and THE SHUFFLE~! is at the top of the ramp. RJD2's "The Horror" hits and Shuffle dances his way to the ring. He stops to give his a number from a girl in the crowd as Money looks on, cracking his trademark EVIL SMIRK~!. GMC From Lynnwood, Washington- at Two Hundred and Fifty-Five pounds- THE SHUFFLE~! Shuffle slides into the ring and continues his dancing. Money stands still and looks on in disgust. The ref brings the two together, the bell rings and the match begins. Money moves in to lock Shuffle, but Shuffle skips away. Money stalks Shuffle around the ring- Shuffle working to keep out of Money's reach. JR Shuffle looking to avoid Money. Shuffle's got a hurt neck, and Money's a master with the submission holds, Shuffle knows that he has to avoid the Goldleaf tonight- or his match, and maybe his career will be over. Money reaches out to strike Shuffle, and Shuffle grabs his arm and tries to lock in a standing arm bar. Money reverses his attempt in a hammer lock. Shuffle uses his free arm to throw and elbow and free himself. Money's still got his arm held, and grabs the other. He's about to hook in a double underhook, but Shuffle lunges forward and headbutts Money- breaking his grasp. JR Shuffle working hard and showing some ingenuity to break away from Money. Shuffle grabs Money and goes to irish whip him, but it's reversed and Money nails Shuffle with a clothesline. As Shuffle drops, Money sends a knee into his back. Shuffle rolls our of the ring and uses the bottom rope to swing himself to his feet as Money nails him with a baseball slide! JR Money is not letting Shuffle rest a bit. Shuffle's hurt and having to be cautious and it's taking him out of his game. Money drops outside the ring and moves to work on Shuffle. Shuffle pops up before he can get there and fires a right hand into Money. Another right, and a left and Shuffle is driving Money back. He catches and arm and throws Money into the side of the ring. He moves to drive a shoulder into Money, but Money grabs the ring ropes and pulls himself into the air, using his legs to lock a head scissors. Shuffle struggles for a bit, but then sits down hard- his weight breaking the hold. JR Money with an innovative hold. But Shuffle uses his mass to fight out of it. Shuffles on the floor, and Money on the apron, Money turns and drops a back elbow towards the seated wrestler- but Shuffle is able to roll out of the way and Money lands hard. Shuffle rolls back in the ring and focuses on Money. JR Usually Shuffle would take a chance like this to show off some of his dance moves, but in this match it's just business for him. As Shuffle recovers in the ring, Money rises and slides into the ring himself. Shuffle moves in and they lock up- Money gains the advantage and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Money moves in and throws a boot to Shuffle's neck. The ref forces him to break the hold before the 5 count- and Shuffle moves away to recover and Money argues with the ref. The two men focus on each other again- moving in to lock up. They start a test of strength, Shuffle starts to give, but then comes back, hooks Money and hits an overhead suplex. Money's down, but you can see that the torque require to hit the move took something out of Shuffle as well. JR Shuffle gets Money down, but he's paying a price as well. His neck and upper back are in bad shape. Money rises and Shuffle's still on his knees, slow to recover. Money moves forward, but Shuffle lunges and catches Money with a double leg take down. He keeps the legs locked and rolls Money over, looking for a Boston Crab. Money rights it off and reveres the move into a rear naked choke. He's got his legs wrapped around Shuffle's waist and dancing machine is struggling. JR OH NO!!! Money's got Shuffle in a submission hold. This might be it, Shuffle might not have the strength to fight out of this!! Shuffle fights, trying to stand. He's eventually able to get up on a knee, and uses a free hand to rake Money's eyes. Money breaks the hold and Shuffle rolls away and stands as Money recovers and complains to the ref. Shuffle has his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath and Money moves in, but out of nowhere Shuffle his the KICK ASS BLASTA~! Super KICK!!! Money's down, Shuffle covers. 1.... KICKOUT!! JR Shuffle hit Money with a solid kick, but he just couldn't put enough force behind it to keep Money down. The men lock again, and Money goes for an irish whip, but Shuffle reverses and as Money comes off the ropes Shuffle nails him with a solid clothesline. The crowd pops hard as they feel like Shuffle's gaining an advantage. Shuffle moves for a cover, but Money kickout before the ref can start his count. Money shoots Shuffle a look, as if to say "Did you really think that move could put me away?". Shuffle ignores the look and stares ahead, his face full of grim determination. Another lockup in the middle of the ring, Money moves so that he's got Shuffle from behind and hits a back drop suplex. As Shuffle drops, he's careful to hold his head high and center the impact of the move on his lower back. JR Shuffle's working smart. He's protecting that injured neck as much as he can, but against Money- there may be no way he can protect it enough! Money should be covering here, but he's determined to make Shuffle tap, so he's just going to keep working that neck. As Shuffle starts to stand, Money slips behind him and looks to lock in some kind of neck hold, but Shuffle reaches behind him- holds Money's head and drops down, nailing a jaw breaker!! JR Nice move by Shuffle, but another one that may have hurt him as much as it did Money! Shuffle is now holding his neck in obvious pain. Money's feeling this last one a bit two, he may have bit his tongue in the jawbreaker, as blood is starting to poor from his mouth. He wipes aside and moves towards. He grabs Shuffle and hits a pendulum back breaker, but as he's bringing Shuffle down, Shuffle swings his body so that the impact of the knee hits the lower back. Shuffle rolls away, and as Money moves towards him he rises up and hits a shoulder block- pushing Money back. He grabs Money, whips him into the ropes, and as Money rebounds hits him with a heavy dropkick!! Cover -- 1... 2... KICKOUT~! Both men slowly rise, staring each other down. Another lock up, Money gets Shuffle in the hammer lock, and hits a Northern Lights Suplex, he's got the arm still locked, and another suplex, and another. JR Shuffle hit his own hat trick of rolling suplexes on Logan earlier tonight, is Money about to do him one better... YES!! Money hits the fourth suplex, and Shuffle is down and dazed. Money's in no hurry. He stops and cracks the EVIL SMIRK~! to the crowd as if to tell them that he's about to make their beloved Shuffle tap. He grabs the legs and looks to hook in the GOLDLEAF~!, but Shuffle fighting it and Money can't turn him over. Money realizes this isn't working, and since he's still got the legs, tries to apply a figure 4! JR Money's using his head. He's working Shuffle's legs and lower back, but since Shuffle's tried to center most of the damage he's taken to that area, it's probably not feeling well either! Shuffle's still fighting, and works to reverse the figure 4, before he can, Money breaks the hold and rolls out of the ring. As he's recovering on the outside, Shuffle stands and charges forward, leaping through the ropes in a suicide drive and driving Money to the ground. JR Shuffle might not have enough in the gas tank to win this match, but he's giving it every little bit he's got!! The ref stars a 10 count as both men are down. When the count reaches 6 Shuffle's up and into the ring, Money follows shortly after. Both men stand in opposite corners, shooting hateful glances at each other and their hands are on their knees, both recovering and planning. As the men moves towards each other, Money hits a drop toe hold. He's got Shuffle down and has his legs... THE GOLDLEAF IS LOCKED IN~!!! JR BAH GAWD NO!!!!!!!! Money fiercely pulls on Shuffle's legs as his knee is on Shuffle's neck. He's stretching out Shuffle's back, and Shuffle is screaming in pain. The ref asks Shuffle if he will tap- but Shuffle won't make eye contact with the ref and shakes his head. He's straining to break the hold- he's got his arms planted into the mat, the camera focuses on Shuffle's eyes, and you can see that they close, as he almost blacks out, but right after that he's able to power up and flip Money off of him. The crowd explodes. JR HOW DID SHUFFLE DO IT!!! He threw Money off of him, he should have tapped dead to rights, he almost passed out- but he fought him off!! Money looks bewildered and frustrated. He's staring at Shuffle with a look of confusion and hatred. Shuffle's still on the ground- holding his neck. You can see tears of pain running down his face. He slowly stands as the crowd cheers grow louder. Money moves forward and Shuffle fires chop across his face as a huge "WOOOOO!!!" springs from the crowd. Another chop "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" ANOTHER chop "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Shuffle grabs Money and hits a double arm DDT. He rolls into a cover -- 1... 2... 3... NO!!! KICKOUT!!! Both men slowly rise. Money throws a punch into Shuffle, knocking him back. Shuffle answers with a punch of his own. Money with another blow and as Shuffle moves for one of his own, Money grabs his arm and pulls him down into a CROSSFACE~! JR Money, changing things up. His Goldleaf didn't work, so he's trying the crossface!!! The ref again looks to Shuffle, who again won't make eye contact and fights, he's able to get his foot on the ropes, the ref forces Money to break the hold. JR AGAIN. Shuffle just keeps fight him off!! THERE IS NO QUIT IN THIS MAN!! Shuffle's slow to recover, pulling himself up by the ropes. Money charges, but he gets an elbow to the face for his trouble. As he recoils, Shuffle throws himself off the ropes and moves to spear Money down. Money catches Shuffle as he goes for the spear and turns it into a DDT!! Money starts to set up for the Goldleaf again, but Shuffle is able to drop-toe-hold him down. He holds onto the leg and is able to lock Money into an STF!! JR Shuffle with a submission of his own. He's trying to beat Money at his own game!! Money's fighting, and Shuffle's trying to hold on, but you can see that it's hurting Shuffle just to hold it one. Eventually he has to release the hold. JR Shuffle just couldn't keep it locked in. Almost every move he does is causing him as much pain as it does Money. He and Money both roll clear of each other. Shuffle's obviously almost out of it. Money charges and knocks him down- he goes again to lock in the Goldleaf, but Shuffle kicks him away. Shuffle's still down and again Money moves in, and again Shuffle fights him off. Money's frustrated, he runs towards Shuffle again- but Shuffle catches him and hits the STANDING SPINEBUSTER and a HUGE POP from the crowd. Cover -- 1.... 2.... 3............ NO!!! Money KICKS OUT!! Shuffle's still down, his last drop of effort used in the pin. Money rises, and picks up Shuffle, he holds him up and nails a shoulder breaker to the left shoulder! JR BREAKDOWN!! BREAKDOWN!! Money only uses this when his opponent won't tap. Money nails a shoulder breaker on the right shoulder, then the tombstone piledriver to complete the BREAKDOWN~!. He covers Shuffle 1... 2... 3.... YES!!! JR NO!!! Money beat Shuffle. Shuffle gave all that he could, but in the end the injury that he sustained weeks ago was too much. He fought as hard, as with as much heart as anybody I've ever seen. But Money could not be stopped. Money has advanced to the finals!! Money cracks his EVIL SMIRK~! and walks up the ramp. Shuffle's still down in the ring as the medics look at his neck. After a few minutes- he rises to a pop from the crowd and slowly walks back up the ramp. Cut to commercial.

Adrenalin Title Tournament Opening Round P.R. Lightning vs. Stephen Joseph PUERTO RICO LIGHTNING CUT MY DAMN MUSIC! Music immediately dies out before it had really even started. PRL is out by himself, though one expects the Lightning Crew to be around somewhere. Puerto Rican Lightning Listen to me! I am the Number #1 contender on the Intense Five. (keeps walking) I am the North American Champion, the greatest North American Champion ever! (keeps walking) I am the leader of the greatest stable in the history of the OAOAST. I have beaten anyone who is worth anything around here. (slides into the ring) THEN WHY WON'T ANYONE GIVE ME SOME DAMN RESPECT! I WANT RESPECT! I WANT MY WORLD TITLE SHOT! And just to prove a point, I WILL WIN THE ADRENALINE TITLE AND FORCE DAN BLACK TO GIVE ME MY FUCKING TITLE SHOT! Why can't anyone appreciate what I have done? I DEMAND RESPECT! (over the house speaks) Awww, Shut Up Already! Cue, "Awww Naww" by Nappy Roots The crowd jumps up to its feet in cheers as Puerto Rican Lightning puts his hands over his ears, yelling at the crowd to be quiet. From the entranceway, a recently attitudely adjusted Stephen Joseph hops through the curtain to the roar of the crowd and a microphone in his hand. STEPHEN JOSEPH Now let ole B...P...P tell you a few things Mr. P...R...L (crowd cheers and Stephen Joseph keeps walking slowly towards the ring) I, not you, was the greatest North American Champion of all-time. MY name made that belt you wear sonny. Also, I believe the Trinity sold waaay more merchandise than your stable ever has, and we were only around for a few months. Someone should take a marketing class, if you had the intelligencia you little mocha choca wannabe latte! PRL JUST SHUT UP! STEPHEN JOSEPH You go around, holmes, messing with the fun-loving Mad Cappa. Not cool. You say you're going to win the Adrenaline Title Tourney, but someone's overlooking a certain someone right here, right now. If you had bigger cajones than an acorn, I might expect you to put up a fight. I might put money on you winning. But by gawd you reek of compensation papi! How much you pay that little whore to act like she likes you, how much coke you give your pals to watch your back? You nuttin' esse...and tonight you're gonna learn the hardy way that when you take on a legend, you ain't no thing but a chicken wing...and SNAP holmes, I break you. (Slides into the ring) JR And IMMEDIATELY Puerto Rican Lightning attacks Stephen Joseph. Stephen's words may not have been a smart thing to say to the North American Champion, who does have the longest reign of any North American Champion! But remember Stephen was a two-time champion, a tag champion, and was the last man eliminated in last year's rumble. Puerto Rican Lightning clubs the back of Stephen's neck, dropping a stalling elbow on the small of the back. Now, thinking he has the advantage, PRl pulls Stephen up, but Stephen counters with a quick rollup! 1! 2! 3! No! PRL kicks out of it and scatters to the other side of the ring! He throws his hands up and makes a come hither motion, drawing the Lightning Crew out from the back! Stephen is up too and see this, distracted by the new-comers, and is drilled into the turnbuckle, PRL whips him back out and into the ropes, grabbing Popick as he comes back into a PR NIGHTMARE! JR BY GAWD, PR NIGHTMARE ON Stephen! The Lightning Crew is watching from the top of the ramp just laughing at Stephen's fortune. PRL's gotta go for the cover here. But Puerto Rican Lightning doesn't go for the cover at all. Instead, he pulls a near lifeless Stephen Joseph up and into the turnbuckle, , placing him sitting dazed on the top. Puerto Rican Lightning signals to the Lightning Crew and smiles to the crowd, when DJ KOOL flares up on the speakers! The Mad Cappa hops over a rail right near the ring, distracting PRL. Cappa dances a bit drawing the Lightning Crew down, and The Mad Cappa takes off with the Lightning Crew in hot pursuit. Puerto Rican Lightning was watching all of this holding Popick's head and standing on the second turnbuckle. PRL turns around to a smiling a waving Stephen Joseph who pokes PRL in the eyes! Quickly Clasping a full-nelson, Stephen Joseph pulls PRL up JR Stephen Joseph hits Puerto Rican Lightning with an old-school top-rope Tiger Driver, a move from BPP's rookie months! Puerto Rican Lightning collapses with a might impact! Stephen's got the cover! The Lightning Crew turn around upon hearing the impact, expecting PRL to be covering Stephen. Suprised, they dash back in over the railing! 1! 2! 3! JR Stephen Joseph advances and he skirts out of the ring right before the Lightning Crew gets there! Stephen Joseph begins to walk back up the ramp, smiling and pointing at the Lighting Crew and PRL in the ring when the crowd boos heavily! Stephen turns around and gets leveled by a BLACKOUT From Dan Black! Dan Black rolls him into the ring, and then goes under the ring as the Lightning Crew put their boots to Stephen. Dan pulls out a table and throws it into the ring, sliding in and along with PRL they set it up. The Lightning Crew hold Stephen up and Dan Black slaps the spit out of Stephen's mouth. DAN BLACK Do what you came to do to him. Do it and get paid! Puerto Rican Lightning smiles and the Lightning crew whip Stephen towards the rope and catch him on the rebound, flapjacking him up. Stephen tries to roll, which is what they wanted, and they walk carrying him and the momentum to the table with him leaning over, PRL on the table. PRL puts Stephen's head in between his legs, jumps up as the Lightning Crew let go, and they fall through the table breaking it in an completely unprotected Piledriver through the table. PRL gets up from kneeling and looks at the table broken completely, and Stephen Joseph quivering in its wreckage. A small crosses his lips. JR BY GAWD, Stephen won the match, but PRL and his Lightning Crew have sent a message. They are not to be messed with, and to prove it they took out a legend. Mad Cappa had better be careful! Will we see Stephen Joseph vs. Spider Poet tonight? Dan Black is in his office, face set, eyes blazing. There's a knock on the door, and Black calls the visitor in. G Money strides into the office. BLACK Money, what the hell is going on out there?! DA and Logan both out already? MONEY Hey, DA couldn't have expected someone like Spiderpoet to show up. He had no time to prepare! And Logan, well, the Shuffle is one tough bugger, I should know. BLACK I don't want to hear your excuses. If this Alliance is going to go anywhere, I need you to go out and win this thing. MONEY No problem...I have the Shuffle up next, and believe me, he may have gotten the better of me in the past, but I now know exactly how to beat him. I'll be in that final, don't worry Dan. Black nods, seemingly reassured. BLACK Well, good luck. And if you see someone out for your match, well- MONEY No. Don't come down. I need to beat Shuffle by myself. After everything thats gone down between us, I want to finish him, one on one. BLACK Admirable sentiments, Money. Just don't let them stop you doing your job...

Adrenalin Title Tournament Opening Round Judas vs. G-Money "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins echo's around the arena as the lights go out and a single blue spotlight can be seen as Juda's makes his way out closely followed by Farther. Juda's climbs into the ring and Father can audibly be heard telling Judas not to screw up. The lights stay down as a now green spotlight is on the enterance way, as "For the love of Money" by the O'Jays can be heard as G-Money slowly struts towardss the ring. Once in the ring he removes his silver tracksuit and quickly stretchs while always keeping his eyes on Juda's. The ref calls for the bell and the match starts, a tie up in the middle of the ring, G-money overpowers Judas and takes it in too the corner. JR The ref's asking for a clean break here but i don't think we'll get it. Money looks like he's going to break for a second but attacks Juda's with one chop, two chops, three cho.... Juda's grabs Moneys arm mid chop and chucks money into the corner and replys with a volley of chops of his own. Juda's irish whips money into the opposite corner and follows it up with a dropkick to the face. Money staggers out of the corner and lands on his face. Juda's goes for the STF but Money scrambles to get too the ropes before Juda's can get it locked in. JR Smart move their stopping the Juda's from locking in that STF there. Juda's grabs Money by the hair to pick him up so that he end's up stood behind him, Juda's locks his hands around Moneys waist and hits a brutal dangerous release german suplex. JR Money landed right on the top of his head there folks. Juda's goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Money picks himself up by using the ropes, but is still dazed, Juda's runs at Money looking for a clothesline, but Money ducks still holding on to the ropes low bridging Juda's who falls to the outside where Father begins admonishing him. FATHER What are you doing?! Stay on him! Juda's quickly climbs back onto the apron, but is caught by Money who's regained his senses and is brough back in the hardway with a suplex, Money flots over for the pin... 1... 2--Kickout! JR A quick kickout out two, a suplex isn't going to be enough to put away Juda's at this point. Money quickly picks up Juda's lifts him up and drill's him with a solid backbreaker, and holds on to Juda's arching him back over his knee trying to get the sumbission out of Juda's. MONEY Tap out you stupid son of a bitch! FATHER Don't you dare tap out Juda's! Don't you dare! Money releases the hold, but goes straight back to work as he hits a overhead belly to belly on Juda's, who lays on the mat motionless. Money seizes the oppurtuinity and begins to prime Juda's for the goldleaf, but he catchs him with a inside crade - 1... 2... Kickout! JR Money was just able to kick out after being caught off guard with the cradle. Both men now back on their feet, exchanging rights and lefts, Money whips Juda's to the corner but Juda's reverses it and sends Money into the corner. Juda's sets Money onto the top rope. JR What could Juda's be looking for here? Juda's climbs onto the second rope, Juda's attempts a superplex, its blocked, Money with a low blow to Juda's, Money maneveurs himself on the tope rope so he's stood up, he slams Juda's head into the top turnbuckle, and jumps off the top rope catching Juda's with a top rope Sunset Flip Powerbomb! 1... 2... JR Moneys got his feet on the rope, the no good, piece of crap! 3! JR Moneys advancing to the next round of the Idreniline title tournament bah gawd!! Money gets to his feet, pointing at himself and raising one finger symbilising thats he's number 1, as he makes his way to the back. Father climbs the ring steps and gets into the ring. Father helps up Juda's, then slaps him with all his might, as Father leaves also. JR It seems we have a situation backstage. Let's go back there now!! We cut backstage to see people crowding around someone lying on the floor, but we cannot see who it is. Suddenly Blurricane and three of the Blurri-Rangers walk up. BLURRICANE Let me through! What happened?? The crowd breaks and we see the Yellow Ranger knocked out cold on the ground with his leg bent at an awkward angle. TRAINER His leg has been broken. BLURRICANE By whom?? Did anyone see anything?? The people standing around shake their heads no as Blurricane looks upset. BLURRICANE I think I have a good idea who did this. GREEN RANGER We better keep a tighter guard.

Backstage we see Judas sitting in a chair with his head bowed in silence as Father stands over him and J. Arthur stands in the background, smirking to himself. FATHER Quit moping…it makes you look weak. JUDAS I'm not moping…I'm thinking of ways to kill you. FATHER Hahaha….that's funny. If you killed me you'd end up in prison after all and you don't want to go there you said. JUDAS At least in that case I would have the satisfaction of knowing you're gone. J. ARTHUR Hey you need to remember who made you! Literally made you! FATHER Don't be sad…I've been given new life and together we could rule this place. I had this planned from the beginning. I was always searching for a way to restore the use of my legs and when I was imprisoned my true friends kept searching for it. Now I'm back and not only do I have the use of my legs, but I also have new strength! Did you know that I used to be a shoot fighter? I was what you call a stretcher. I could bend a body until a person would beg for their life. I would love to relive those days and if you would only work with me we could strike fear into everyone here! JUDAS Do I really have a choice? I either do what you say or lose my job and I don't have anything to fall back on. FATHER I wish you wouldn't look at it that way. I can give you more than anyone could. JUDAS And you could take away more than anyone. You and that weasel over there. J. ARTHUR Weasel? Ha…don't be so cliché. FATHER James look after him for awhile…I have something to take care of. J. ARTHUR (Taking Father aside) I told you not to call me James. That was my Dad's name and I don't want to be associated with him anymore! FATHER Oh fine…your father was always a jackass, so I can see where you're coming from. Believe me I know…he is my brother after all. J. ARTHUR So long…uncle. Adrenalin Title Tournament Opening Round Shuffle vs. Logan "Mean Steet" by Van Halen blairs over the PA as PlushyAl Logan runs out to a chorus of boos. GMC From Bassett California, at One-Hundred and Ninety- Five Pounds... "Plushy AL LoooooooGAN!! Then, the blinding flash of light- and "The Horror" hits as the Shuffle stands on the top of the ramp. He makes his way to the ring- dancing and working the crowd. GMC From Lynnwood, Washington, at Two-Hundered and Fifty-Five Pounds- THE SHUFFLE~! JR Shuffle's making his return to OAOAST after taking last week off to rest the neck that was hurt the last time he faced Logan one-on-one. He eliminated Logan at Deadly Games, but was eliminated himself when Logan's stablemate G. Money took a chair to Shuffle. You know Shuffle's looking for revenge and a shot at G. Money in the second round. The men come face to face in the ring, Shuffle offers a hand, but Logan spits on him!! Shuffle opens up on Logan, throwing rights and lefts and backing him into a corner. JR Logan just showed his true colors there, and he's taking a pounding as payback. Shuffle's got Logan against the ring post- and starts throwing sholders into him- Brock Lesnar-style. He pulls the dazed Logan out of the coren and hooks Logan up for a big overhead suplex. With Logan down, Shuffle's up- runs and bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop across Plushy Al's neck. JR Shuffle isn't wasting any time with Logan. He's giving him a vicious beating. Shuffle stands over Logan, and as he goes to pick him up, Logan attempts a low blow- but Shuffle catches his hand- and Logan gets a knee to the head as punishement. Shuffle picks Logan up- and hooks in and hits a double underhook overhead suplex, Logan crashes down and Shuffle's got the arms still hooks, and second suplex, and then a third!! JR Shuffle with the rolling double-underhook suplex, I haven't seen him use that before- powerful sequence- Logan's basically out!. Shuffle makes his way to the top turnbuckle, about to hit the Fat Man's Moonsault~! When Logan rises, and knocks Shuffle down- crotching him on the ring post JR N0!!! This is the exact same thing that happened before- this is how Shuffle got hurt by Logan in the first place. Logan climbs the turnbuckle, but Shuffle recovers. He's got Logan locked in, and hits the BIG THROWDOWN~! to the apron outside!! JR Shuffle just crushed Logan from about 10 feet in the air. Logan's out cold. The ref starts the 10 count and Shuffle slowly rises and makes his way into the ring. The ref is still counting Logan out , as Shuffle looks to the crowd, shrugs and starts up the B. Diddy Shuffle~!!!! Shuffle's still dancing as the count reachs 10. * DING DING DING DING * GMC The winner of the match as of result of a countout, advancing to the semifinals...SHUFFLE! JR Logan's been counted out. Shuffle wins and advances in the tourament. The medical staff is attending to Logan- he looks to be hurt in a bad way. Normally I'd say that you hate to see this, but when it comes to Plushy Al Logan, I'm sure there's a few people who think that this is just karma coming back to bite him on his plushy ass. Shuffle dances his way out of the ring, up the ramp and into the back.

Damn. I'm a little jealous I won't have that match for this week. That's a very good idea. Like Eskimo said, do it for next week.

That would of been awesome IMO. It could've happened in 1992 since Flair and Dibiase were already in the WWF, Tully wasn't doing much since WCW decided not to re-sign him in 1989 due to his failed drug test, and Arn was on the verge of getting fired from WCW when Bill Watts became WCW VP of Wrestling Ops., because he didn't want to take a pay cut. Then again, hot rumor back in '92 was DiBiase going to WCW but didn't because WCW wasn't willing to offer him the money he wanted. How things changed when Bischoff took over: Watts - sign guys for cheap price, Bischoff - over pay. Then again, Watts' job was to cut cost.