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The funk brings in the noise. Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" playing The Sooner Bruisers to the ring. Big Frank verbally abusing fans ringside who give him and his brother the business, gushing over his ripped physique while Uber circles around to psyche himself up. * DING DING * BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...from Oklahoma, 525 pounds, "The Man of Tomorrow" Big Frank and "The Psycho Gremlin" Uber Bruiser... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUISERSSSSSS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE A rude reception for the men who will meet Black T for the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship at World Without End this Sunday night live only on pay-per-view. Tonight they'll face the makeshift team of World Tag Team Champion Tony Brannigan and Synth, steming from the incident all 4 men were involved in during the Beverly Hills Blonds-Love Doctors lumberjack match last week. COACH I still maintain the opinion that had Synth and Tony not provoked Big Frank and Uber into a fight, there is no way Simon and Ned would've lost to the Docs. They had the match won. COLE In case you're wondering about the status of the Beverly Hills Blonds and Los Diablos de Fuego, ladies and gentlemen. In addition to the $5,000 they were fined, the Blonds were suspended one week following our telecast last week. Mariachi and Moracca, meanwhile, were given the week off to recover from the blood loss they suffered. COACH Yeah, take management's side, Mikey. My sources tell me the Blonds were NOT suspended, a story created by OAOAST management after Mackenzie DeCenzo told them the Blonds were gonna sit out this week in protest. COLE Of what?! COACH I think it's fairly obvious. "He's Simply Ravishing...OWWWWWW!" The jeers turn into cheers for the introduction of the next team. Separate entrances for the tandem of Tony Brannigan and Synth. "The Ice Heart" Dan Black accompanying fellow tag team champion Tony Brannigan ringside. BUFFER Their opponents. First...from Hollywood U.S.A., weighing 262 pounds, a former World Champion and current co-holder of the tag team championship of the world... TONY BRRRRANNIGAN! COLE Here he comes, Coach. Tony Brannigan, a OAOAST original. And what a reaction he receives from the great fans in attendence tonight. Sharpely dressed in his tailor-made Armani suit Black sits in with the guys at Sofa Central, neatly draping the tag team title over his right shoulder COLE Apparently we're going to be joined by Dan Black. Mr. Black, an unexpected but welcome surprise. BLACK (adjusting headset) You're bloody right it's a welcome surprise. It's not every day a World champion graces your presence. COACH Referring to the tag team championship, of course. Everybody knows Tony Brannigan is the only member of Black T to ever hold [i]the[/i] OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. That's gotta sting a little, doesn't it, Dan? BLACK Ah, I see you're wasting no time trying to cause friction between myself and Mr. Brannigan, Johnathan. But it's just that, Mr. Coachman -- wasting your time. I'm here in support of my tag team partner Tony Brannigan. That said, I'm quite baffled by the OAOAST's decision to allow such a match to occur just days before a major championship bout at World Without End. Not only am I baffled by management, but also Tony. Let's not forget, just last month I nearly injured myself in a match 3 days before Angleslam after Mr. Brannigan demanded we have a bout with The Sooner Bruisers, an injury I have yet to fully heal from. Sometimes the competitive fire gets the best of my partner. "Heart-Shaped Box" hits the moment Black finishes speaking, the crowd ERUPTING for the arrival of "The Heavenly Rocker" Synth. As if he was shot out of a cannon, Synth rushes onstage full of adreanline and storms the ring! The Synthmeister marching to the beat of his own drum, fighting the Bruisers by himself! Brannigan evens the odds, he and Big Frank exchanging heavy fire alongside Synth and Uber. COLE All 4 men picking up right where they left off last week. Synth fighting for himself and his best friends, Logan Mann and wife Holly-Wood, the victims of The Sooner Bruisers. Tony and Big Frank, meanwhile, have beef of their own. Brannigan angered by Frank's questioning of his manhood after OAOAST Champion Drek Stone shrugged off his request for a title shot. COACH (chuckles) More like no sold. BLACK Drek Stone did himself a favor by not recognizing Tony's challenge. He's been waiting a long time for his one on one rematch for the championship he never rightfully lost. Mr. Brannigan is driven by his pent up frustration. Uber and Synth brawl to the outside, falling through the ropes together. The Psycho Gremlin gets his licks in, kicking Synth in the ribs again and again. Third time's not the charm, however. Synth grabs Uber's leg and drives the big man backward into the steel guardrail. Synth stays on the attack, rocking Bruiser with rights and stinging chops. Knee to the gut puts an ends to that. Uber about ready to ram Synth face-first into the ringpost when The Synthmeister blocks it, lands a quick elbow strike to the ribs...and posts Uber! "YEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Back inside the ring, Big Frank has Tony reeling after raking the eyes. Front kicks and clubbering forearm shots leave Brannigan rattled. In a remarkable feat of strength, Frank muscles Brannigan up for a military press, only to have Tony return the eye rake from earlier! Attitude Adjustment piledriver coming up, but Frank counters with a backdrop out of sheer instinct. Big Frank still blinded, as evident by his walking right into a Synth FLYING BACK ELBOW! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Synth-a-nator popping up to his feet to stomp the face of Big Frank Bruiser! Frank introduced to the turnbuckle. Synth whips him to the far corner and charges in, soaring through the air to deliver a leaping forearm smash...INTO THE RINGPOST! COLE Oh, my. Synth took a risk and it didn't payoff, slamming that twice broken arm onto the ringpost. BLACK As my fellow Englishman Caboose once said, the pitfall of wrestling on emotion is that you're more prone to mistakes. Fighting on guts and determination rather than strategy. And as all of us in the sport know, wrestling is a game of human chess. Slumped on the top rope is Synth, clutching his arm. Big Frank shakes off the cobwebs as he walks over to the corner, smashing Synth's arm again on the ringpost before he climbs onto the second rope and drapes the Heavenly Rocker across his shoulder blades. Super Somoan drop? No, Synth wiggles free and brings Frank down with a POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... Uber breaks up the pin. Then he and Synth go at it. Charles Robinson stepping in between the two. Synth goes up to the middle rope...and is tagged by Tony. The Synthmeister left hanging by Tony's decision. Brannigan buckles Frank's legs following a hard right. Big Frank whipped him to the ropes...Powerslam! COACH He's not going for it already, is he? COLE Indeed he is. Tony uses the powerslam as the prelude to the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE spinebuster, planting "The Man of Tomorrow" into the canvas, but the referee doesn't count because a blind tag had been made. Brannigan in the face of Charles Robinson, who tries to explain what happened. Straight out of an action movie, Robinson dives for cover from the big building explosion, that being an Uber Bruiser TOP ROPE BULLDOG!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Synth saves Tony Brannigan. Brannigan taken to the corner and worked over by The Sooner Bruisers. Big Frank screaming for Dan Black to do something. BLACK You just worry about the match, precious. Does that ever draw the ire of Big Frank Bruiser. Frank momentarily losing focus on the task at hand, giving Tony more than enough time to.stage a comeback. Brannigan exhibiting some of the babyface fire normally seen from the likes of Synth, battling his way out of the Sooner corner. Tony puts Uber on his heels, pushing him further and further away from his corner with giant haymakers. Brannigan sends Uber for a ride. The Psycho Gremlin ducks a clothesline and shoots back at Tony, stopping in his tracks as Tony goes up for a leapfrog...SOONERLINE! COACH DAYUM~! COLE You could hear the air being knocked out of Tony on that one. Uber asks big brother for the boot, and gets just that, driving Tony's face into the sole of Big Frank's boot. A tag is made, and Brannigan is shot off to the ropes. Another vicious Soonerline for Tony Brannigan. Big Frank once again tries to military press slam Tony, and is successful. The Man of Tomorrow gives his bicep some love, then spikes the elbow down onto Tony's heart. The cover! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Frank snaps at the referee, wrapping his massive hands around the pencil-neck of Charles Robinson to protest the count. It's also provides Synth with the perfect opportunity to strike...MISSLE DROPKICK! Big Frank collides into Charles, squashing him on the mat. Charles turns onto his side and curls up in a fetal position, conveniently facing away from the action. Synth wailing away on Frank! Uber returns to the ring wielding a STEEL CHAIR! * BOOM * Synth squirms around like a fish following the chairshot. The Bruisers target the arm. Big Frank repeatedly smashing the edge of the chair down on the arm. COACH Stay here Dan. BLACK (scoffs) I have no intention of helping Synth.. COLE The referee is down and it's 2 on 1. The Sooner Bruisers all over Synth. The Sooners then turn their attention to Tony Brannigan. Tony bashed in the face with a wicked chairshot! Dan Black said he wouldn't help Synth, but you know he'd help his partner. Black entering the ring a house afire, decking both Sooners. Dan's offensive fury is brief, ganged up on by the Sooners. The chair comes back into play. Uber holding onto Dan to give Frank a clear shot. Big Frank swings... * BOOM * ...and misses, drilling his brother! Frank doesn't have time to be shocked. Tony Brannigan rushing from the side to scoop him up in a bearhug as Black hits the near side...3-B! COLE Black Body Bag! There it is, Coach. Black T have nailed it. But the referee is still down. Not if Dan Black has anything to do with it, trying to revive the ref by poking him with the chair! Unbeknownst to Dan, Uber is crotched in the corner. A clap of the hands draws his attention. The Psycho Gremlin charging towards Black, who side steps and cracks the chair across the back, inadvertently causing Uber to bulldoze Synth just as he's rising up! * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * 3 chairshots and Uber still remains on his feet. Suddenly, Black hears footsteps fastly approaching and... * BOOM * ...CLOBBERS TONY BRANNIGAN!! BLACK :o COLE About as much expression you'll ever see from Dan Black, accidently nailing his own parter, Coach. COACH Oh, I don't think it was an accident, Mikey. It looks to me like it was payback for last week. You know, when Tony punched Dan. COLE That was an accident, just like this was. Dan stands over Tony, hands in face. He can't believe what just happened. Neither can the Bruisers, but they'll take it anyway they can. Uber clipping Black's legs from behind, as Frank covers Tony! The bad luck continues for Black T. Uber managing to revive the refere. Charles crawls over to count the fall while shaking away the cobwebs. COLE No, no, no, no. ONE... TWO... THREE! COLE No! * DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match... THE SOONER BRUISERS! COLE Damnit! COACH Oh, baby! Huge, HUGE win for Big Frank and Uber going into World Without End. COLE Will we have new tag team champions come next week?

Do the show from Austin to stay close to San Antonio, home of World Without End 2006. The Sooner Bruisers vs. Synth & Tony Brannigan

The Beat the Clock matches produced some good stuff with Reject/O'Hara being PPV worthy. Liked the two finishes used in the Alf/Faqu bout. Zack once again proving why he's one of the best, if not the best, promo man in the OAOAST. You can cut the intensity with a knife. Short and sweet promo from Pete. Hey, I know it wasn't much but it was some feedback. OMG! PK said WWE. Now we'll be hearing from their lawyers! But a good promo. Bo got a belt. Cool. What's an Exploding Firecracker up the Anus match? I have a pretty good idea what it means, but is there really such a match? Anyway, strong segment to close the show. I give you guys credit for coming up with one of the few gimmick matches that isn't overplayed. The Stone-PR feud has surprised me in how good it has been. I know they're both capable writers, but I wasn't sure how their characters would mesh. Match of the Night: Reject vs. Jamie O'Hara Line of the Night: "BECAUSE I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND SEND IT TO YOUR DAUGHTER IN A SHOEBOX!" -- Bruce Blank

OAOAST World Tag Team Title Match Black T © vs. The Sooner Bruisers

MATCH Inside the Toyota Center, the lumberjacks involved in the next match have surrounded the ring. They include Black T, The Sooner Bruisers, Synth of the Heavenly Rockers, Lone Star Gunslingers, South Central Militia. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER LLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following contest on HeldDOWN~! is a LUMBERJACK match! Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime The music of Blondie plays for a second time tonight. The Beverly Hills Blonds ANGERILY~! march to the ring, sneering. The hazmat suits wore earlier in the night replaced by their wrestling attire. Simon and Ned nod in disapproval after viewing the lumberjack. None of whom could be considered allies. COACH Simon and Ned are in a terrible disadvantage, Mikey. In every lumberjack match I've seen the competitiors involved have had their fair share of supporters. The Blonds have none. COLE Synth is the only person the Blonds have ever had a grudge with in the past. So I'd say the choice in lumberjacks is fair. Although I can't help but wonder about The Sooner Bruisers. Last week they served as Theodore Moneymaker's "insurance policy." Who's to say he didn't buy the Bruisers services again this week? BUFFER And their opponents...! An old school ambulance SIREN blares through the loud speakers, the [b][color=#FF0000]red strobe lights[/color][/b] spinning like crazy. Simon and Ned just about keel over in excitement thinking their opponents are Rescue 911 until an unfamiliar piece of music hits. Whooaaaaa The hot summer night fell like a net I've got to find my baby yet I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SIMON & NED :o :o COLE THE LOVE DOCTORS! Doctors Max Anderson and Steven Pigley strut onto stage to the tune of Robert Palmer's "Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)", driving the ladies into a frenzy with their gyratations. The Doctors of Love perform a rather risque striptease in front of two lucky ladies after going around the ring high-fiving and hugging (women only) fans. The Docs throw their lab coats into the crowd, causing the pretty LAYDEEZ~ to fight over the rights. Max and Steven hop on the apron and simultaneously remove their scrubs to loud female shrieks, and are attacked from behind as they pull their shirts over their heads. The Beverly Hills Blonds the aggressors in the early going, bringing the Docs inside the ring by their hair, using the Docs own shirts to CHOKE them! Simon and Ned whip Anderson and Pigley to the ropes. The Doctors of Doctornomics leapfrog a pair of attempted back bodydrops and send the Blonds reeling to the floor with precision dropkicks! COLE And out go the Blonds. COACH This is the by product of Watts booking the Blonds in a match on short notice. They've had no time to prepare. It's not right. COLE The attack on Los Diablos de Fuego wasn't right either, but I didn't hear you complain then. Haven't you ever heard the phrase, "what goes around comes around"? Karma at its finest. Simon and Ned land in the wrong side of town, home of The Sooner Bruisers. But rather than toss the Blonds back in like they're supposed to, Big Frank and Uber HELP them to their feet. Tony Brannigan and Synth know how to do the job, moving the Bruisers aside and throwing the Blonds in themselves. The Sooners aren't the only ones unhappy about that, so are the Beverly Hills Blonds. Synth and Tony avoiding kicks directed their way. A shoving match ensues on the arena floor between Tony/Synth and the Sooners. Dan Black having to pull Tony away from the other 3 men. A peaceful end to a potentially violent standoff. Bigger problems lie ahead for the Blonds. The Love Doctors charge forward and leap up...stereo headscissor takedowns! A fury of right hands are unleashed on Simon and Ned. The Blonds shot to the ropes and backdropped on the rebound. Double dropkick on Ned! Double hip toss on Simon! Then brought together for a meeting of the minds. DOUBLE COCONUT! The Blonds go their separate ways. Blanchard out on the apron, Singleton down near the center of the ring. Dr. Stephen Irish whips his own colleague, crotching down as Dr. Max springs off the ropes and leapfrogs over him, splashing "The Video Voyeur"! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Simon is brought up in a arm wringer and dragged to the corner. Dr. Steven Pigley with a double axe handle smash from the second rope! The Love Doctors utilize a series of quick tags to drop axe handle smashes onto the outstretch arm of Singleton. Dr. Steven flawlessly performs a routine arm wringer, armdrag and armbar in succession. The cocky blond in pain, gritting his teeth and grimacing. He returns to a vertical base and rakes the eyes, then clobbers Pigley. Irish whipped reversed. A blind tag made by The Love Doctors. Simon tackles Steven to the mat and hits the near side. Pigley rolls over but doesn't play dead, popping up after Simon goes over the top and leapfrogs him again on the rebound, then a fun game of CRISS-CROSS. Both men picking up steam. Simon stops in his tracks to surprise Dr. Steven with a monkey flip, but it's he who is stunned when Pigley cradles him in midair. Paging Dr. Anderson. ATOMIC DROP/DROPKICK COMBO! COLE The Lovematic Grampa! ONE... TWO... THR--NO! Simon's face smashed in the turnbuckle. Dr. Max traps him in the corner and climbs onto the second rope, driving his fist into the face. Irish whip to the buckle, Simon getting the boot up as Anderson charges in. Simon climbs to the top, only to crotch himself on the turnbuckle after a dropkick to the midsection from Max Anderson, M.D.! Max rocks Singleton some more with Kobashi Spinning Backfists, before going up and delivering a superplex! Another exchange made by The Love Doctors. Steven Pigley...SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP!! COLE That brings the crowd out of their seats. The Love Doctors on the verge of defeating the former 3-time World tag team champions. ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! Dr. Steven attempts to follow with a Crucifix Bomb, but Simon squirms free and Irish whips Pigley. Ned Blanchard pulls down on the top rope as Steven nears, causing him to tumble over the top to the floor! Singleton distracts the referee while Blanchard does the dirty work outside, ramming Dr. Steven into the guardrail! The Handsome Hustler hammers away on Steven, chopping the hell outta him. Dr. Max takes matters into his own hands, coming to the aid of his colleague, but Nick Patrick cuts him off and orders the doc back to his corner. Simon antagonzies Anderson, baiting him inside the ring to allow Ned more time to punish Steven outside, tossing him into the 10,000 pound steel steps! Ned denies any foul play as he's spotted rolling Pigley back in, nonchalantly returning to his corner, dusting his hands as to say that was a piece of cake. COACH We're seeing why the Blonds are the best tag team in the OAOAST, Mikey. Just when it looked like they were in trouble, they turn it all around. Only the great ones can do that. Ned official tags in, and makes an immediate impact...stomping Dr. Steven while he's down! Simon acting like his buddy just kicked Shawn Michaels' ass in Syracuse, New York. Blanchard places Pigley throat-first on the middle rope and hits the far side, crashing all his weight down onto the upper back of Steven. For once in his life Ned actually obliges by the rules, walking away to give Dr. Steven time to come out of the corner. Or so we thought. The Handsome Hustler living up to his nakesake, hustling Nick Patrick into a friendly conversation to buy Simon the time he needs to kick Pigley right in the kisser, snapping the ladies man doctor backward! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The ladies shriek in horror. Teen and pre-teen girls crying and wishing death on Simon for possibly ruining Dr. Pigley's movie star features. Simon feels their pain and enjoys it, faking mooning the crowd, and sending baseball and football announcer/Budweiser pitchman Joe Buck into a tirade somewhere in America. Blanchard drops a knee on Pigley's face for the hell of it, slamming him and climbing onto the ropes afterward. Elbow from the second rope misses its mark. Dr. Steven rallies. Punching and chopping his way back into the match, leaving Ned jelly-legged. Pigley hits a FLATLINER and covers! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Saved made by Simon, who's chastised for his interference. Singleton brushes the referee aside as Dr. Steven approaches. Right hand blocked by Pigley. Enzurigi disposes the cocky blond. The Handsome Hustler clobbering Steven from behind, taking the doctor for a ride to the far corner, but the physican-turned-wrestler jumps onto the second rope and dives back at Ned...FLYING CROSSBODY! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! His adreanline pumping Dr. Steven doesn't even think about tagging out, hitting a Thes Press from the second rope! ONE... TWO... TH-- TWO! Pigley somersaults off Blanchard and decks Simon on the apron! Now he looks to make the tag, but he'll have to hurdle over Ned to get to his corner. Steven sprints towards Ned and leaps as high in the air as he can, Blanchard's 2" height advantage coming into play as he's able to grab ahold of Pigley, spin and Hot Shot him on the top rope! Dr. Pigley experiences a nasty whiplash effect as his head jerks back violently. Simon accepts the tag and ascends to the top, a prone doctor lying down below. FLYING ELBOW DROP! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Dr. Max Anderson doesn't blow the save in a big spot, breaking up the pin just in time. Simon and Ned get under Max's skin long enough for them to execute a DOUBLE FLAPJACK behind the ref's back. Nick Patrick goes to count but again Max disrupts the pin. COACH As unfair as the match is, at least the lumberjacks have had enough respect not to interfere in the contest. Unlike Max Anderson. Simon hits the ropes following a snapmare and plants the knee...into nothing but canvas! Steven rolling away, setting Simon up for a Figure Four...NO! Simon kicks him off to the Blonds corner, but Steven lowers the shoulder and thrusts it into the gut of Ned Blanchard, flipping him inside the ring. Simon misses a spear in the corner, jamming his shoulder into the middle turnbuckle as Dr. Pigley pulls his legs up and rolls through with a sunset flip! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Both men roll back onto their feet. Simon lunging forward and again smashing into the turnbuckles as Dr. Steven leapfrogs. Ned Blanchard stands in his way, charging full steam ahead...but Steven ducks and the Blonds collide! Pigley somersaults to his corner and makes the HOT TAG! Dr. Max Anderson en euego, striking down the Blonds like his fists are the wrath of God. Two scoops and a slam. Anderson backdropping Simon into the arms of Ned, who catches his partner in a piledriver position...only to have Dr. Steven Pigley dropkick him in the back, causing Blanchard to pancake Simon! Dr. Steven declares Ned's TIME OF DEATH at this moment, spiking him with his version of the Michinoku Driver! Dr. Max swivels the hips as he points to the top, drawing :wub: from the ladies. Simon and Ned, meanwhile, undergo a session of SHOCK THERAPY (450 Splash)! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!! The Sooner Bruisers pull Dr. Max outside and begin pummeling him. Before the badly positioned referee can see what all the commotion is about, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser are wiped out by a Dr. Steven Pigley TOPE! All hell breaks loose as the lumberjacks engage in gang warfare. The Lone Star Gunslingers and South Central Militia renewing their rivarly, while old wounds open when Synth rocks Dan Black. The Synthmeister and Tony Brannigan unknowingly bump into each other. With all the mayhem around him Brannigan just swings wildly...leveling Dan Black! TONY :( Brannigan clearly upset. He'd rather be upset than in pain. That's the spot he finds himself in as he becomes the target of a 2 on 1 attack at the hands of the team he and Dan will meet at World Without End, The Sooner Bruisers. COLE The Sooners trying to soften up Tony Brannigan prior to World Without End, October 1st. The Bruisers overwhelming the former World Champion and current World tag team champion. COACH That's what he gets for laying a finger on Big Frank. COLE He never touched him! COACH You're obviously not watching the same match I am. Synth returns the favor from Angleslam, coming to the aid of his one-time rival Tony Brannigan. Synth beating on Frank and Uber like a wildman -- punching, kicking, biting and even scratching! Tony rejoins the mini-battle royal outside, exchanging fire with Big Frank. Dan Black left in amazement as he watches his partner and co-holder of the OAOAST World tag team championship fight alongside a member of the team they defeated a month ago for the gold. As the action continues outside, it resumes inside. The Love Doctors and Beverly Hills Blonds trading blows. The Doctors Of Love duck punches from the Blonds and hit a pair of atomic drops, then clamp on stereo sleeper holds! COACH Come on, fellas. Fight it. You gotta fight it. COLE The Beverly Hills Blonds being put to sleep in front of a worldwide television audience. Mackenzie DeCenzo aging in front of the screen wherever she is. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Blonds experience an allergic reaction that causes their legs to kick back, crunching Max and Steven in the areas most private and vital to a man. Ned Blanchard's 90210 enzurigi deletes Dr. Pigley's role in the final scene. Simon and Ned hit a double DDT on Dr. Anderson and prepare to drop the Atomic Blond. The Blonds take their places on opposite corners, but the wrap party is delayed when the brawl between The Sooner Bruisers and Tony Brannigan/Synth spills inside. The Blonds demanding Nick Patrick remove them from the set. Patrick is caught in the crossfire, popped in the face by a Big Frank elbow. The Blonds remain on top, screaming for the referee to get up... "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" ...while they go down! [b][color=#FF0000]Their heads wrapped in bandages soaking blood[/color] [color=#FF99FF]LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO[/color][/b] swipe the Blonds' legs out from under, crotching them on the top turnbuckles! Unfortunately for Simon, unlike Ned, he falls from the top back into the ring. The Love Doctors seize the opportunity. Dr. Max lifts Simon up in a bearhug as Dr. Steven flies through the air and hits a seated senton! COLE Guerney to the Center of the Earth! Dr. Max Anderson covers! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * COACH What? No way. Whooaaaaa The hot summer night fell like a net I've got to find my baby yet I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red Doctor, doctor, give me the news BUFFER Here are your winners...THE LOVE DOCTORS! COLE My goodness, Coach! Los Diablos have one up the Beverly Hills Blonds! Hahahaha! COACH That ain't right. It just ain't right. The Blonds had the match won. Somebody please reverse the decision. The Blonds remain down in the ring. The Love Doctors going outside ringside high-fiving and hugging fans just like they did during the intro. Los Diablos themselves get in on the act, doing the La Macarena onstage with added pelvic thrusts in the direction of Simon and Ned. COLE This will be a night Simon and Ned never forget.

To go on sometime after the Blonds-Los Diablos match (more of an angle than anything, but you know what I mean). PROMO Backstage, the Beverly Hills Blonds are joined by Mackenzie DeCenzo, the trio laughing it up inside their private dressing room. Ned Blanchard pops open a bottle of champagne and guzzles it down. OAOAST correspondent Josh Matthews disgusted by the Blonds exuberant behavior. JOSH Guys, I cannot believe how--how pleased you are with yourselves. I mean, while Los Diablos de Fuego are bleeding half to death over at the trainer's room, here you are celebrating. NED Jesus Christ, son, you make it sound so grim. So Los Diablos loss a bit of blood...big deal. Merely a flesh wound. I've bled worse nicking myself shaving. Ha! JOSH Simon Singleton, you've always been thought to be the more open minded member of the group. How could you go along with the plan? SIMON Simple, Joshie. Money. The champagne in the room -- paid for by one Teddy Moneymaker. Last week Mackie gave ol' Moneybags her word we'd avenge him. And that's exactly what we did. Moracca and Mariachi found out what it is like to be attacked from behind. MACKIE As much as I'd love to take credit for the success of our lastest feature, it was a team effort. Simon and Ned penned a wonderful script worthy of an Academy Award. Ben Affleck and Matt Damon have nothing on my men. I would also like to thank my close personal friend Theodore Moneymaker for his financial contributions. I spent the last few days at Teddy's Mexico -- kinda ironic, huh? --compound hammering out the final details of our deal. Without his involvement none of this would have been possible. And here they are, the men of the hour! Mackenzie and the Blonds give Los Conquistadors a round of applause. Ned handing them bottles of Tequila, which Uno and Dos drink like water. They even share some with kidnapped Los Diablos mascot El Oveja! JOSH I think we now know who those financial contributions were spent on, Mackenzie. MACKIE Honey, you don't know the half of it. SMN Productions treat their guests first class. (to Conquistadors) Gentlemen, would you like to say a few words? JOSH They speak English? Los Conquisatadors use an ERASER BOARD to communicate their message. A modern day Wily E. Coyote. One of the Conquistadors scribble on the board and holds it up. "LOS DIABLOS ARE A DISGRACE TO LATIOS. THEY LOSERS! CONQUISTADORS NUMERE UNO!" The other Conquistador erasers the message and jots down his comments. "QUEERING DON'T MAKE THE WORLD RIGHT, NOR DOES IT MAKE YOU STAR. CONQUISTADORS NUMERE UNO!" UNO Ai, yi, yi, yi! Everyone in the room is caught off-guard by the appearance of OAOAST President BILL WATTS and SECURITY. BILL Excuse me, Josh. I sure hate to interrupt the interview, but I've got a couple of announcements to make. MACKIE Couldn't you do this on your own time? Right now it's currently for the Beverly Hills Blonds and friends. BILL Well I think you'll be interested in what I have to say, Mackenzie, because it involves you, the Blonds and your "friends." MACKIE, SIMON, NED :hm: BILL I see you ladies and gentlemen are real pleased with your actions tonight. You think you got away with the perfect plan, right? Got paid real good too I hear. SIMON Then you hear pretty good for a geezer, gramps. Blonds laugh. Bill doesn't. Conquistadors getting loaded in the background. BILL You know guys, I've known you for awhile now and it's no secret you're two of the brightest stars in the sport today, but I'm real disappoint in you both. Conscientious objectors? That's a load of B.S. and you know it. Professional wrestling is alot like the military, in that you might be placed in a tough spot during your time in service. But don't go crying when you are put in a bad spot because that's part of the risk when you sign up. It's kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest. You gotta be one bad hombre to hang in there, especially in the OAOAST. We've got plenty of colorful characters here. Los Diablos de Fuego being two of them. Now I don't agree with their choice in lifestyle, but they've proven they can compete at a high level. NED I got rights, pops. I've got beliefs. So don't shove this self-righteous crap down my throat, man! BILL I'm not shoving anything down your throat. You did that yourself once you and Simon agreed to let a skirt control your every move. NED :( BILL You know what I'm talking about. The contract you signed with Mackenzie DeCenzo after your split with Jim Cornette, a good friend of mine. She controls your bookings, but your under OUR control once your appear in a arena for a OAOAST event. Here's the part where you're all involved. I just came back from the trainer's room and lemme tell you, Los Diablos want a piece of you two TONIGHT. But the doctor told me they've lossed so much blood from the attack by Los Conquistadors it would be criminal negligence to let them compete. So, in the words of your good friend Teddy Moneymaker...or Theodore, as he'd like...I tell you what I'm gonna do. First, the 4 of you are fined $5,000 each. MACKIE Yawn. Cash or credit? BILL Whichever you'd prefer. I'll give you credit for that devious scheme you guys pulled off, but Simon said something that rings true. The fans pay good money to come out and see their favorite OAOAST superstars compete. And you will compete here tonight...in a LUMBERJACK MATCH! SIMON & NED :huh: MACKIE What?! BILL You heard me right. A lumberjack match. SIMON Against who?! BILL You'll find out once you're in the ring. By the way, Mackenzie, why don't you go to Money Manor or wherever it is you go to meet Theodore and cook him a meal, because Houston's finest will be escorting you OUT of the building! Conquistadors, you guys better find yourselves a good travel agent because you need to be in Louisville tomorrow night for your match. That's right. Your match. You boys have been unemployed for months, and if you expect to pay that $10,000 fine you're gonna need the work. JOSH Mr. Watts, they don't understand speak English. They can read and write it, but they can't hear it. BILL That's okay, Josh. I'll have one of our bi-lingual employees explain it to them. Law enforcement carry out Watts' orders, escorting Mackenzie and Los Conquistadors out of the building. The Blonds throwing a fit, ripping off their hazmat suits, pleading with Watts. The Cowboy has none of it, telling the Blonds to get ready because they haven't much time until their match is up. JOSH I guess that does it from here. Back to you.

There will be a couple more segments that follow this, which will be posted separately. Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go Gingerbread men courtesy of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties fall from the ceiling to coincide with the entrance of Los Diablos de Fuego. COLE It's raining gingerbread men, Coach. COACH Mariachi and Moracca live the gay lifestyle of "The Flintstones" and "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" eras. They love to have a gay ol' time and pretty themselves up. It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen (Ow!) Pink and yellow lights flash across the arena as Los Diablos emerge onstage performing the TANGO~! with their inflatable sheep doll El Oveja. They bump and hump just about everything on their way down the ramp -- guardrails, cameramen, male fans in the front row! Moracca hands his sombrero to the hottest guy he sees and bends over for a SPANKING! MORACCA :o COLE (laughs) The fans in Houston having a great time. And this is the type of atomsphere you'll experience at a live OAOAST event. COACH Molested by a homosexual luchador? COLE Why are you so caught up in the homosexual aspect of Los Diablos de Fuego, Coach? You're treating them with the same kind of prejudice your people faced in the 1960s, Coach. COACH How can you compare the struggles of my people to [i]your[/i] people, Cole? COLE [i]My[/i] people? COACH Come on, Mikey. You're gayer than George Michael. And even look like him, too. * DING DING DING * BUFFER This contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by their mascot El Oveja...from sunny, funny Cabo San Lucas in Mexico, weighing in at 340 pounds: Mariachi and Moracca...they are the unparalelled LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-O-O-O-OH!! Los Diablos bump and grind on Michael Buffer. Mariachi jabs him in the BUTT with his pitch fork, then stares seductively into the camera while sucking on the middle prong of his prop! COACH It's Halloween and the Gay Pride parade everyday for these two. Oh, no. They're coming our way! Moracca and Mariachi go Ariel at Sofa Central, disgusting Coach but delighting Cole. Los Diablos plant a kiss on Cole's cheeks and dive back into the ring, waving at the voice of the OAOAST. COLE Whew! Was that fun or what? Man, what a rush! I felt so alive. COACH I bet you did. Rene Dupree ain't got nothing on you. Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime BUFFER Their opponents...from Beverly Hills, 90210, at a total combine weight of 460 pounds...MACKENZIE DECENZO presents SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLLLLLLOOOONDSSSSSSSSS! Stage hands roll out the [color=#FF0000][b]red carpet[/b][/color] as [i]Call Me[/i] plays in the background. The Beverly Hills Blonds enter the Toyota Center in HAZMAT SUITS. Mackenzie DeCenzo nowhere in sight. The Blonds maintain their distance from Los Diablos, steering clear of the ring. Ned magically produces a microphone. NED If I could have your attention, please, there's something I'd like to say on behalf of The Beverly Hills Blonds. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SIMON Quiet on the set! NED You people love us and you know it, so shut up! Your reaction is making what we've got to say all the much easier. There won't be any match tonight. I've agonized over the decision for the last week, and with the blessing of Simon and Mackenzie, who's tending to more importance business in the back, I hereby announce our status as a conscientious objectors due to personal beliefs. That being the Beverly Hills Blonds are too rich and famous to be in the same ring as Los Diablos de Fuego, much less in the same vicinity. It has nothing to do with the fact Los Diablos de Fuego -- such an appropriate name, because they will be flaming in hell one day -- prefer the sausage and not the taco. I was prepared to go through with the bout until my 6-year-old daughter, a huge fan of Los Diablos and their goat mascot because of the tree-huggin' hippie views implanted in her by her mother Krista Isadora Duncan... "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" NED ...screw the bitch. It's her fault you people won't see me in the ring because she decided to dropped our daughter off at my crib Friday morning so she could go to Havana for some kind of conference. Once my kid found out her daddy and Uncle Simon were gonna wrestler Cuckoo and Coco Puff and heard what we had in store for them and that damn goat, she cried her little eyes out, begging daddy not to kill the homies. Being the great father than I am I placed my child's interest over my career. COACH Ned Blanchard, Father of the Year! COLE I'll give them points for creativity, but everybody knows it's all a damn act. Not only is Ned homophobic, he couldn't care less about his beautiful daughter Maya. The only reason he's even maintained a relationship with her is because she's a child prodigy. He sees dollar signs not love. Notice how he never once referred to her by name. That's because he doesn't know her name! COACH Oh, come on, Mikey. You wouldn't want to get felt up by Los Diablos de Fuego, right? Wait a minute...heh...you would! COLE Who writes your damn material? Don't you and Ned realize the sport requires wrestlers to lockup, go-behind and pin your opponent? SIMON We're real sorry all our great fans won't be able to see the hottest tag team in the world today compete, but we did take that into account when making our decision. Ned and I know the people in attendence paid their hard earned money to be here tonight. Sure they earned most of it scrubbing toliets, mowing lawns, and working 9-5 unlike the Beverly Hills Blonds and Teddy Moneymaker, but you do deserve to get what you paid for. And you paid to see a match featuring Rosie O'Donnell's favorite tag team. She may think they're cutie patooties, but brother Ned, something tells me Moracca and Mariachi won't be so cute after tonight. Los Diablos are tried of the talking. They want to fight. Referee Charles Robinson having to restrain them. SIMON They're getting hissy! They're getting hissy! NED Ain't that the cutest thing? SIMON The cutest. SIMON & NED :D :lol: Suddenly, two men in full [b][color=#999900]gold bodysuits and gloves[/color][/b] wrapped in [b]BARB WIRE[/b] storm the ring. * WHAM, WHAM * Los Diablos go down in a heap, [b][color=#FF0000]bleeding profusely[/color][/b], masks torn from the barb wire attack by the great Latin American tag team...LOS CONQUISTADORS! COLE It was a damn set-up! The Blonds casually stroll backstage while Uno and Dos put the boots to Moracaa and Mariachi, grinding the barb wire into their open wounds! Los Diablos [b][color=#FF99FF]pink ponchos[/color][/b] covered in [b][color=#FF0000]crimson[/color][/b]. Uno, or maybe Dos, strips Mariachi of his devil tail and uses it to WHIP HIM, paint-brushing the luchador. Though the damage has already been done, the arrival of OAOAST officals prevent Los Conquistadors from further injuring Los Diablos de Fuego. Adding insult to injury Los Conquistadors STEAL the beloved mascot of Los Diablos, El Oveja! COLE Hey, there's no need for that! Leave them alone, damnit! Los Conquistadors exit with El Oveja. Los Diablos de Fuego left laying in a pool of their own blood as we go to...

Beverly Hills Blonds vs. Los Diablos de Fuego Lumberjack Match

Sk8ter Boiz vs. NRG: Sweet match. Been awhile since NRG actually won a match. Marked for the old school picture-in-picture Boiz promo. NYU taking us to school with his Drek Stone/Cappa history lesson. Nice. Neat twist at the end, with Cappa baiting Stone to put the title on the line. But it gives away the result. No way Drek loses. Wonder where that GPX-D*LUX segment is headed. Intrigue. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but the 6-man division is slowly but surely coming along with the arrival of The Burrough Boys and the combination of Jumbo/Team Jamaica. Cool finish at the end. Landon Maddix quickly becoming one of my favorites. Excellent promo skills. BO~! I diggin' that feud already. Screw the matches. Just let them talk! Knight/Sooners vs. Pete/Black T: PK did a helluva job here. Appreciate him including Synth to further The Heavenly Rockers/Sooner Bruisers angle. Smart move including a "commerical break," less wear on you as a writer. Those type of matches can easily turn into marathons (I know, I wrote two of them for HD) and burn you out for weeks. TK with strong words for Alf. And PK is pissed backstage. So pissed he's putting his career on the line! 10-man elimination match: Alf's a master at these matches, delivering yet again. Reject and Brock are getting quite the push here. TriCappaThon Challenge: Well I was wrong. I thought for sure Stone would win after the segment earlier. Props for the finish. NYU brought it tonight, even stealing some of PR's moves! Overall, thumbs up. The guys have put together a string of excellent shows lately. Match of the Night: 10-man elimination match tag (honorable mention to TriCappaThon Challenge) Line of the Night: "NRG, one question, are you adequately prepared to RAWK!?" -- The Marv

It sounded much better of paper. At least the match more than makes up for it. Backstage, OAOAST correspondent Josh Matthews is stationed outside a door marked [b][color=#999900]$[/color] [color=#009900]THEODORE MONEYMAKER[/color] [color=#999900]$[/color][/b]. JOSH In just a few moments I'm going to attempt to interview Theodore Moneymaker. As we saw, Theodore defeated Synth of the Heavenly Rockers, as dubious as it may have been, but it's the mayhem that occured after the bout people are still buzzing about. A scuffle broke out involving The Sooner Bruisers and Black T's Tony Brannigan, who saved the Synthmeister from a 2 on 1 attack. While all that was going down Theodore was heading backstage along with Mackenzie DeCenzo when Los Diablos de Fuego -- Moracca and Mariachi -- made a surprise appearance and pancaked Moneymaker to the ground with a devastating double-team maneuver. That brought the Beverly Hills Blonds out, as well as security. It's been awhile since we've seen Los Diablos on OAOAST television. They've split their time between Mexico, HI-YAH and the OAOVW. Now apparently they're back in the OAOAST. * KNOCK, KNOCK * Josh enters. The mood is less than celebratory inside the dressing room of Theodore Moneymaker, who rests on the couch with an ice bag on his head. Mackenzie DeCenzo feverishly working the phones in the background, persumably to her lawyers, while The Beverly Hills Blonds make sure Teddy is comforable, fluffing his pillow and slapping a slab of raw steak on his face. Then Josh is spotted. SIMON Watch out! One of Los Diablos unmasked. Get 'em! The Blonds pounce Josh, about to pumpel him when Mackenzie stops them. MACKIE Guys, no! It's just Josh Matthews. NED Lucky sumbitch. But I'm watching you, man. You're about their size and a metrosexual. JOSH But their homosexuals. SIMON Aha. Only a Diablo would know that. JOSH :huh: MACKIE Josh, what do you want? JOSH A comment from Theodore. Teddy SNAPS his fingers. On cue, the Blonds carry Matthews over to him. Moneymaker removes the steak and speaks. THEODORE Never in my life have I been more humiliated than tonight. I might as well have been pricked by an HIV infected needle when Los Diablos de Fuego drove me into the steel rampway and then...and then kissed me. I don't know what their deal is, but their actions did more than upset me, it cost them any future employment as my gardners! MACKIE Teddy, I am [i]so[/i] sorry. Right now we should be celebrating the biggest victory of your career, not agonizing over the behavior of two peasents. Let me make it up to you. Next week, in that very ring, my boys will avenge you when they crush Los Diablos de Fuego and send them running back across the border. NED We'll avenge you next you, man. SIMON You, Teddy! THEODORE Mackie, you're a good friend. I gladly accept your offer. I feel much safier knowing I have ladies and gentlemen like yourselves watching my back. Unlike us the wrestlers in the OAOAST have no class. Now would somebody please call a [/i]doctor[/i]! I need an AIDS test! MAN (Off-Screen) Did somebody... MAN #2 (O.S.) ...say doctor? In a night of returns, THE LOVE DOCTORS, Max Anderson and Stephen Pigley, strut into view decked in their scrubs and lab coats, gyrating to the imaginary music and giving Mackenzie a wink. DR. STEPHEN Nice to see you two again. And you too, Simon and Ned. Docs perform a chest bump! MACKIE (repulsive sigh) How did you get past security? DR. STEPHEN Told them we were Teddy's private doctors. I also specalize in gynecology, so if, you know... MACKIE (gasps) You little twerp! Who do you think you are talking to me like that? Simon, Ned. The Blonds step forward. DR. MAX Whoa. Hold on there, Crockett and Tubbs. Look, Mac, Stephen and I were just passing through when we couldn't help but overhear Teddy's problem. THEODORE Exactly. My problem. And it's Theodore to you. DR. MAX Yeah, right. Forgot about that. But it just so happens we've got the cure you're thinking of. You asked for an AIDS test, right? We'll do it for you right here, right now. Free of charge! THEODORE I don't know guys. I'd have more peace of mind if my [i]real[/i] private doctor, Alexander Graham Bell, conducted the test. DR. STEPHEN Come on, Teddy. We're licensed doctors. Not only in medicine but in love. Dr. Max Anderson wraps athletic tape around Theodore's arm. DR. MAX It won't take long or hurt one bit. Don't let the fact Moracaa and Mariachi are HIV-positive... THEODORE :bubbles: DR. MAX (CONT'D) ...bother you. Sure, them kissing you on the cheek practically means they've had sex with you, but look on the bright side. The chances of you contracting the virus are slim to none. DR. STEPHEN Think of their masks as really huge condoms. Only much more effect. Besides, you're twice as rich as Magic Johnson, so even if you caught something you'd be able to buy all the medicine you need from Windy City Hospital. DR. MAX At discount prices! THEODORE (laughs) You're just razzing me, right? DR. STEPHEN No. You're gonna die. THEODORE :o LOVE DOCTORS :lol: DR. MAX We're just messin' with you, Teddy. Pretty funny, huh? But we'll still administer the test to give you peace of mind. Moneymaker rips his arm away from Max. THEODORE :angry: The hell you will. What kind of a sick joke is that, telling a wealthy socialite like yours truly he's gonna die?! I'm gonna sue you for everything you've got. No, I've got a better idea. I don't need your sloppy leftovers. I know what I'm gonna do. Simon, Ned...please escort these gentlemen out, including Matthews. DR. MAX Yeah, well, um...look at the time, huh, Doctor? I believe we better get a moving if we're gonna make that appointment with the Mendoza sisters. DR. STEPHEN Agreed. It's time to give them all our lovin'. The Docs bolt out of the room. Josh attempts to follow suit, but the Blonds grab him from behind and give him an ATOMIC WEDGIE before tossing him out the door! THEODORE Damn them Diablos de Fuego! The Blonds SHUT the door on the cameraman's face and we're out.

There will be a backstage segment to follow. Will be posted when finished. COLE We're about set to go. First I'd like to introduce our special guest commentator for the next bout, the Executive Producer of SMN Productions Mackenzie DeCenzo. Mackie, welcome to the broadcast. MACKIE Your pleasure. And it's Mackenzie. Mackie is reserved for dear friends such as Johnathan. I must say, it's quite a thrill to finally work with TV's sexiest black man. COACH Oh, please, Mackie. It's our honor to have you here at Sofa Central. By the way, I had a blast at the party you and the Beverly Hills Blonds threw for Teddy the weekend after his return to the ring. Thank you for introducing me to Halle Berry. The girl just wouldn't keep her hands off me. You should've seen the look of disappoint on her face when I told her she was just a fantasy because I already have a special baby girl. COLE In you mind. Anyway, Mackenzie, the last time we saw you, you and the Blonds were riding along with Theodore Moneymaker who inquired about buying a stake in SMN Productions. Any development on that front? MACKIE ... COLE Any comment at all? MACKIE My only comment is no comment. Let's get on with the match, shall we? * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest LIVE on HeldDOWN is scheduled for one fall. Your referee for the contest, Earl Hebner. Introducing first...from Vero Beach, Florida, weighing 237 pounds, "The Billion Dollar Heir" THEODORE MONEYMAKER! Theodore enters to the music of AC/DC's "Money Talks," clad in his $100,000 white smoking jacket made by the finest materials money can buy. Practically oozing arrogance Moneymaker flaunts his wealth, waving a wad of $100 bills to the crowd. COLE As Theodore makes his way to the ring, Mackenzie, as I mentioned, there have been a number of rumors circulating online about your relationship with "The Billion Dollar Heir." MACKIE Typical for the tabloids to assume it's romance whenever two beautiful people are spotted socializing because it helps sell more magazines and pictures. Teddy is a wonderful man, but he and I are nothing more than friends. But you know what they say, every woman goes crazy for a sharpe dressed man. The arena goes from jeers to cheers in a matter of seconds once Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" hits. THEODORE :o COLE Look at the expression on Theodore Moneymaker's face. I bet he didn't expect matchmakers to book him a high profile opponent so soon into his return. He probably expected another call up from the OAOVW. MACKIE This is totally unfair. Without question it's attempt to sabotage the career of Teddy before it skyrockets. One match doesn't remove months of ring rust. COACH Yeah. COLE There wouldn't be any rust if Theodore didn't just work Thursdays. MACKIE A man of Teddy's statue doesn't work every day of the week like the little people. It's one of the perks of being rich and famous -- you call the shots. BUFFER And his opponent...hailing from Sin City, one-half of the greatest rock n' wrestling band of all time, The Heavenly Rockers...SYNTH! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: The Synthmeister walks with purpose to the ring, slapping hands while never losing sight of Theodore, who PAYS the referee to hold the top rope up for Synth to step through. As always...there's a catch. Microphone in hand, Theodore addresses Synth face to face. THEODORE Cut the music. Always one to tell it like it is, I can tell you and everyone in the crowd, Synth, you're a tougher opponent than the man I faced last week. Normally this would be the time where I'd offer you a cash incentive to put forth your best effort in the spirit of competition, but seeing as how the spirit of the Heavenly Rockers has been shattered yet again, I'm going to offer you something better. You're obviously in no condition to wrestle. Then again, being in condition to perform in the ring or onstage has never been your strong suit. So out of the kindness of my heart...however filled with lust and greed it may be...I'm prepared to offer you $500,000 just to walk away from our match. Think of it as a one night health insurance plan. SYNTH Health insurance? Ah ain't need no stinkin' health insurance. The Synthmeister is rock n' roll. "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" THEODORE (chuckles) Think about it, little man. I'm willing to offer you $500,000 in exchange for your health. Would you rather be popping popping pills alongside Logan to ease the pain after yet another beatdown or treated at the finest medical facilities in the world? SYNTH Whitey rich already, bee-yotch. THEODORE Oh, I see. Heh. I like your style, Synth. Can't say that about your music or wrestling ability, lack thereof, but I admire your business sense. Unlike the little people in the crowd... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" THEODORE (CONT'D) ...$500,000 is chump change to you. So I'll up the offer. 1 MILLION dollars to walk away, baby. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SYNTH Ah think you's gotta do a whole lot better than dat. THEODORE (stern) Take it or leave it. As if he's on "The Price is Right," Synth asks the crowd for help. Their answer is clear -- no. SYNTH A mill just to walk away? THEODORE You got it. The easiest million you'll ever make. Heh heh heh ha. SYNTH For sure. But I'm in a mood for a fight! * THUNK * Synth smashes the mic in Teddy's face! MACKIE (gasps) Teddy! SYNTH The Synthmeister would never take your money, you damn dirty evolution of an ape! * THUNK * And again! COACH I can't believe Synth would rather he and Logan pop pills than receive full body massages and other treatments for their ailments. Actually, I can. The point is, he's an idiot. He's a prime example of one of the little people hating the rich for their problems. COLE Would you stop it with the whole 'little people' put down! We're all equal. * DING DING DING * Theodore finds himself on the receiving end of a baaaaaack bodydrop. Moneymaker doing his best lawyers plea in the nearest corner, asking Synth to show some mercy. Synth's response -- a kick to the sternum! Synth shoves Moneymaker against the turnbuckles and climbs to the second rope, slamming his fist into Teddy's forehead and hip tossing him out of the corner. Leg lariat finds its target, the heel of Synth's boots catching Moneymaker flush in the jaw. The Billion Dollar Heir rolls outside, demanding the referee restore order before continuing. MACKIE There you go. Slow the pace. COLE You sure you wouldn't rather be ringside directing Theodore. MACKIE Teddy's a gifted wrestler, Michael. He doesn't need my help. In a trend that's becoming increasing worrisome for Moneymaker, he removes his jacket and pants long after the match has begun. Teddy very timid climbing onto the apron, stepping down everytime he feels Synth is going to make a move. Referee Earl Hebner re-starts the countout which Teddy milks every second of. Finally, after reassurances from the referee and even Synth Theodore re-enters the squared circle. Wiping his hands on the side of his trunks, Teddy and Synth circle around and lock up in the center of the ring. Teddy doubling the Synthmeister over with a knee to the gut, then clubs him to the mat. Gutwrench suplex is followed by A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS! ONE... KICKOUT! Not even a two count. Way too early to expect a pinfall, so Teddy scoopes Synth for a slam but he floats over and hits an atomic drop that sends "The Billion Dollar Heir" crashing into the turnbuckles, shooting him right back at Synth who lands a kick to the midsection and swings ol' moneybags over in a neckbreaker! Synth slams Teddy in the middle of the ring and goes up to the top...SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP! COLE He may have him right here. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! As he's brought up to his feet, Theodore swipes Synth's hands away and devilishly rakes the eyes! Moneymaker unleashing a fury of rights and knife-edge chops, firing Synth to the ropes. But it's he who is flaten by a running shoulder tackle. The Synthmeister hits the near side, skipping over Teddy and under a leapfrog...but caught on the rebound with a snap powerslam! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Teddy measures Synth for a stomp to the face, leaping high in the air, just to jam his right leg on mat as Synth moves. Synth capitalizes, slapping on the FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! COACH Since when did Synth develop a mind for wrestling? Only a thinking man's wrestler would have done that. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What the hell?! They have no business out here. "They" are no other than THE SOONER BRUISERS, who scope the action first-hand at ringside. Synth spots them and immediately relinquishes the figure four in anticipation of trouble. Trouble the referee tries to curb by order Big Frank and Uber backstage...until they produce MANAGER'S LICENSES. COACH Beautiful. COLE How the hell did they get those? Well I know how, but for whom? Are the Sooner Bruisers and Theodore Moneymaker in collusion, or is this just a one night deal? Mackenzie DeCenzo, what do you know about this? MACKIE How would I know anything? COLE Don't play me, girlfriend. You a close friend of Theodore's. I wouldn't be the least bit surprise if you had a hand in obtaining licenses for The Sooner Bruisers. MACKIE Sir, I am insulted. I run SMN Productions not Green Acres. But wouldn't you say a good insurance policy is hard to come by these days, hmm? FRANK (to Synth and Earl) Read 'em and weap, boys. Synth takes a swing at Frank but misses. Theodore doesn't, however, clotheslining the Synthmeister to the floor. Earl backs a hobbled Theodore Moneymaker away from the ropes, leaving Synth right at the front door of The Sooner Bruisers. A place where all trespassers are annihilated. Synth no exception. Hot shot on the guardrail rib-first! COLE Come on, ref. Turn around. Synth is in deep trouble. And so are we if we don't take this time out. Stay with us. We'll be back! [b][color=#FF9900]HELDDOWN[/color]~! CONTINUES...[/b] Cole welcomes us back from break as we return just in time to see Theodore execute a flawless double underhook suplex. ONE... TWO... T-- KICKOUT! Teddy sends Synth for a short but painful ride, drilling the back of the elbow right in the heart. He spins and drops the knee down onto the chest, posing for the cameras afterwards, rubbing his thumb and index fingers together, flashing the universal sign of money! Synth rammed face-first in the buckle. Teddy viciously chopping away in the corner, turning Synth's chest into ground beef. Moneymaker whiffs on a decapitating right hand, putting Synth back in the driver's seat. The Synthmeister hammers Teddy, whipping him to the far corner...and runs into a big boot to the face! Theodore climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off, his hands clasp together...only to be met by a punch to the gut! Bumbling around like a drunken old fool, Teddy is caught with a kick and a DOUBLE-ARM DDT! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE That took as much out of Synth as it did Theodore. Synth running on fumes, having not quite recovered from the beating he took from The Sooner Bruisers prior to the commerical break. COACH Forget Synth. Talk about Teddy. The man's put on a clinic. COLE He's improving his cardio with this match, I can guarantee you that. Synth taking him to the limit. Synth drapes an arm across the chest. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Synth rises to his feet, pulling Teddy up with him, but he's thrown outside by his pants...or so Teddy thinks. Synth lands gingerly on the apron leaps to the top, dropkicking Teddy all the way across the ring! Moneymakers drops on all fours as Synth charges...and uses Teddy as a springboard, WIPING OUT THE SOONER BRUISERS!! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: SYNTH :headbang: Synth acknowledges the support of the fans from the apron and SPITS on Big Frank and Uber. His back turned to the ring Synth is caught off-guard when Teddy sneaks up on him and drags him over the top rope back inside the ring locked in THE BANK VAULT! MACKIE Whoooooo! All right, Teddy. It's over. COLE It ain't over till it's over, Mackenzie. Remember that saying. Synth fires a series of elbows to the ribs out of sheer desperation, but Theodore kicks the leg out from under him and drops Synth to a knee. Moneymaker leaning in on Synth for added leverage, shaking him from side to side. Synth's eyes becoming heavy as he reaches for the ropes feet away, the crowd urging him on. But it isn't enough. Synth's arm slowly falls to his side. Teddy bringing him up and around for a thunderous BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX. The second number in the 3 Code Combination. The last number... ...DIVING BACK ELBOW DROP FROM SECOND ROPE! COACH 3 Code Combination! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * MACKIE Told ya. Bye. COACH Bye, Mackie. See you around. BUFFER Here is your winner...THEODORE MONEYMAKER! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mackenzie removes her headsets and heads to the back alongside Theodore, raising his hand in victory. The match may be over, but the fighting is far from it. Big Frank and Uber going to work on Synth in the ring, setting him up for a patent double-team maneuver...ELECTRIC CHAIR BULLDOG! * DING DING DING DING DING DING * COLE Ring the damn bell all you want. Like that's gonna work. We need security out here, damnit! The Sooner Bruisers are trying to end Synth's career just like they did Logan's. Somebody get out here and put a stop to it. Damn them! THEODORE :lol: MACKIE :) Theodore and Mackenzie have a laugh at the expense of Synth's brutal assault. Then it's the fans who have a laugh at Theodore's expense when [b][color=#FF99FF]LOS DIABLOS DE FEUGO[/color][/b] return from wherever the hell they've been and give Moneymaker a Mexican facial, planting his ruggedly handsome face into the steel stage with a DOUBLE FLATLINER, preceeded by a kiss on each other! :wub: :wub: COLE My God! The ultimate kiss of death. COACH I hope OAOAST officials are watching this. Los Diablos oughta be fined and suspended. I know. Make them watch countless hours of hetrosexual porn. They have no business out here. COLE You didn't complain when the Sooner Bruisers came out. COACH Because they had a license to be here! MACKIE :o Los Diablos hound Mackenzie, chasing her around ringside, pinching her BUTT while Big Frank clamps a front facelock on Synth and lifts him up for a 69 Driver, drawing a collective gasp from the fans inside the FedEx Forum. Earl Hebner can only plead for Synth's saftey, no physical threat to the brothers from Oklahoma. He's helpless until help arrives in the form of... ...TONY BRANNIGAN!? "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tony hits the ring with a vengence, cleaning house on The Sooner Bruisers. More chaos ensues as the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS, straight out of the '80s in pastel suits, make their presence felt by going after Los Diablos. Moracca and Mariachi use their speed to cause Simon and Ned to BUMP INTO EACH OTHER! When it's all said and done the arena looks like its under seige. Wrestlers cussing. Men down. Officials and security everywhere. COLE It's a world without end, Coach! COACH Now isn't the time to be clever, Mikey. We need help for Teddy and the Blonds. Would somebody please help Teddy and the Blonds! COLE We gotta take a break, fans. We'll be right back!

Now that I think about, I guess you could de-mod Patty. I don't think he's been in here in ages. When we've talked he's only asked to retain his "Creative Consultant" title, which I forgot to include in AS's credits but he and I consult on storylines (see Theodore's debut and look -- all Patty, baby). Edit: Well I guess Patty does read GCF. So whoever de-mods him, the blood is now on your hands.

No, he's really alive. He's our Phantom of the Opera.

Zack's call. The belts are under his control. I think.

Patty is alive and well. I talk to him as often as I do KC -- a lot. He says he'll only come back if we give him the World Title. Just kidding. About the title. He's alive.

As NYU said, ton of matches this week. It shouldn't be that much of a surprise since the second week after a PPV traditionally is the most packed. And this week's show had just a bit of everything. After the shock of Alf's turn wore off, it's great to see him as a heel again. Heel Alf means the return of cheap heat. Love it. Now that Team Canada have had a chance to speak, I'm becoming more of a fan. Pretty soon they're gonna be giving Team Heyross a run for their money in the most underrate team category. I'm w/NYU in saying face Brock is gonna take a little time getting used to. When Bo went face he had the charisma factor, whereas Brock is just a bad ass. After seeing "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan's time in Mid-South/UWF (when he didn't suck!), a tough-as-nails bad ass can work. Backstage brawl featuring Zack and The Wildcards: I've been on a Mid-South/UWF kick recently, as evident by my constant mentionings, but now I finally understand the sense of realism people said Watts had. That segment was a perfect example. Intense. The matches throughout the night involving Team Canada/Alf-Team Heyross/Brock rocked, man. Alf seems more motivated than usual for this storyline. Or maybe he just has everything well planned. Maybe he's had it all along, and since I can hardly remember what I wrote two weeks ago it could've slipped my mind, but Knight appears to have developed more of a fire in recent weeks. I guess being thrown into an ocean does that to you. Words cannot describe the Hooligan street fight. To piggyback on NYU's comments, PPV caliber indeed. Candidate for TV Match of the Year. The banter between PR and Drek Stone made what are overplayed contract signings stand out. TriCappaThon is a pretty neat gimmick and tagline. Reject made a huge stride in reestablishing himself with that win over Jumbo. (Yeah, it's getting pretty late, but with the stuff I have to write next week I need to get my feedback out of the way) Another PPV caliber match on free HD TV in Alf/Brock. Good stuff, as usual from the two. Mega announcement at the end. Oklahoma! Although hearing Watts say he's from Texas is pretty funny. You can always count on PR to deliver. The fact the match was a more streamline version of the PR/Cappa feud made it even better. The guys are showing lots of creativity w/the 3 match series from Alf and the TriCappaThon. Match of the Night: Hooligan Street Fight Dialogue of the Week: "Somebody steal your cannoli? Swipe your soccer ball? You upset the Sopranos aren’t going to be on for another couple of months? Is that it, buddy?" -- PR

Theodore Moneymaker in action (and it's not a jobber), plus more

I didn't know that and I actually read the shows! Having just skimmed it, was that the time first we ever had an OOC note during a match? And Alf deserves another title reign for updating the title switch. It's about time somebody other than myself updated title changes. That's why I will forever go down as the greatest transitional champ in OAOAST history. I was rewarded for my contributions behind the scenes. Imagine my surprise when I learned my reign was actually shorter than Alf's! Since this is a thread for comments that don't warrant a thread (there's a mouthful), I demand NYU breakout the old feedback format where he detailed the pros and cons of every segment. On the same subject, Zack should write that Scott Keith-like rant he once did years ago. It may have been better than the actual show itself. I think it's saved in the HE section. That could be your Christmas present to us, Malibu.

That's why you're the boss. We can always count of you to lock yourself in a room and come out with a plan. Who are the other two guys?

Never thought about it that way, but it works. I don't think many people picked up on the announcers mentioning Team Axel winning anyway.

When Watts first debuted he used Kid Rock's "Cowboy." And we should somehow explain Axel's absence. I've talked with Adam about it in the past. A lot of us tend to use authority figures to advance angles and whatnot, and with Adam busy with school we're left hanging. My first suggestion to him was to say Axel was impeached. But that would be something he'd need to sign off on, or if a whole bunch of guys got together and said that's the way it's gotta be.

Include in this segment: OAOAST Backtracker/Comments from Logan/Rescue 911 vs. Sooner Bruisers/Post-match interview w/Sooners [b]And now [color=#FF0000]OAOAST[/color] [color=#3333FF]BACKTRACKER[/color], brought to you by [s][color=#CC66CC]Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties[/color][/s]... [b][i][color=#009900]MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY[/color]...[color=#999900]MONEYMAKER[/color]![/i] [color=#999900]$[/color] [color=#009900]THEODORE MONEYMAKER[/color] [color=#999900]$[/color] LAST WEEK[/b] [quote]THEODORE As everyone knows, "The Billion Dollar Heir" is marking his return to the ring. So tonight calls for something special. Since this is my first match in months, I want to be able to work on my in-ring conditioning, and wrestling you, little man, sure isn't gonna help. Let's be honest, you're nothing more than a late-season call up. A wrestler management brought up from the OAOVW to experience the big leagues. You're no threat to me. In fact, you're no threat to yourself. I happen to know for a fact, as an independent contractor, you're only being paid a measly $100 to work tonight. So I tell you what I'm gonna do. As an incentive for you to compete to the best of your ability, I'm gonna up the ante. If you can somehow find a way to beat me I will pay you $1,000. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE $1,000? Wow! THEODORE You heard me right, baby. An extra $1,000 if you, Rico, can beat "The Billion Dollar Heir" by pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. But if I win...you must kiss my feet. * STYLISH CLIP * Teddy shoots Rico to the ropes...back elbow... vertical suplex... powerslam. Theodore pops up and drops a FISTFUL OF DOLLARS onto Rico's face. Signaling the end is up, Teddy locks Rico in the...BANK VAULT! COLE There it is. We saw Theodore use that move a few weeks ago. That corba clutch sleeper he calls the Bank Vault. COACH That's just the first number of the 3 Code Combination. You'll see what I mean. Theodore spins Rico around and plants him near the corner with a belly-to-belly suplex, then connects with a DIVING BACK ELBOW from the second rope! ONE... TWO... THREE! * STYLISH CLIP #2 * THEODORE A deal's a deal, Rico. I put my money where my mouth is. Now it's time for you to live up to your end of the bargin and pucker up. Look on the bright side, at least you have a story to tell your grandkids one day that doesn't involve you being a loser. Wait a minute. Yes, it does! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Teddy shoves Rico's face into the toe of his boot, forcing him to kiss his feet as "Money Talks" blares overhead. Cue the replay. COLE An impressive showing by Theodore Moneymaker. He may be a narcissistic egomanic, but you can't take anything away from his in-ring ability.[/quote] COLE Theodore Moneymaker opening up the check book for that piece, no doubt. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, as seen on Angleslam, the rivarly between the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers continues to rage on after Big Frank and Uber Bruiser once again laid into Synth and Logan after the bout. Obviously upset over how the match ended. But perhaps not as upset as one man...Logan Usher Mann, who is still convalescing from the beating he and Synth received at the hands of The Sooner Bruisers. Earlier in the week I had the chance to speak with one-half of the former OAOAST World tag team champions. Let's hear that piece right now. [b][color=#FF9900]Previously Recorded Comments[/color] VOICE OF [color=#3333FF]Logan Usher Mann[/color] Wrestler/Musican[/b] Footage of the aforementioned event at Angleslam rolls during the phone interview. COLE Logan, I know it's been a trying time for you personally and professionally. Thank you for sparing a moment of your time. LOGAN And I thank you for not footing us with the long distance bill like you guys did last time when you spoke to Synth. I know what I'm about to say is gonna make me sound like a broken record, but I've had it up to hear with all the bull[bleep]. As we speak I'm lying on the bed, neck in a brace, having just been told by my doctor minutes before this telephone hook up that my wrestling career may be over after suffering yet another neck sprain thanks to the 69 Driver Big Frank Bruiser spiked me with at Angleslam. It's a re-aggravation of the same injury I suffered months ago on the very same move at Living Angleously. Doctors say the best case scenario is that a little R&R will do the trick and that the time spent away from the ring will help ease the pain I've been experiencing everyday since Angleslam. But I want the Sooner Bruisers to know this: I don't care what the doctors say, even if it means risking paralysis, Logan Mann and the Heavenly Rockers will rock n' roll again. And Black T, you better believe we want our rematch for the tag titles. However, first thing's first...The Sooner Bruisers. One way or another, we're gonna getcha. Count on it sayeth Logan Usher Mann. * CLICK * "You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent Want it quick [i]Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency[/i] So urgent, emergency Emer... emer... emer... Its urgent" Live in the arena, Foreigner's 1980s classic [i]Urgent[/i] plays two men dressed as an EMT and POLICE OFFICER to the ring. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest on HeldDOWN~!, one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing...from the OAOAST First Responders Unit...EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! COLE Recuse 911 making their OAOAST debut. I understand they're from the newly created OAOAST First Responders Unit, Coach. COACH Considering who their opponents, I hope there's more of them in the back. They're probably gonna need some medical assistance tonight. And what about the threat made by Logan Mann? He's snapped, Mikey. The OAOAST should give him the Kurt Angle ultimatum. Clean up or die on your own watch. Logan is digging the Heavenly Rockers' grave. COLE I'm afraid you're right, Coach. Logan has been through so much emotionally the past few years it's going to lead to something disasterous. The very second Rescue 911's music fades away the boo birds come out in full force. Edgar Winter's [i]Frankenstein[/i] accompaning The Sooner Bruisers ringside. The usual pre-match routine scraped. Straight to the ring or bust. BUFFER And their opponents...hailing from Oklahoma City, 525 pounds... "The Man of Tomorrow" BIG FRANK and "The Psycho Gremlin" UBER BRUISER... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUISERS! * DING DING DING * Big Frank and Uber re-enact the opening minutes of their Angleslam match, jumping Rescue 911 prior to the bell like they did Black T. Officer Bosley thrown outside, leaving EMT Tim to the Bruisers. The Sooners send Tim in for the ride, pressing him up in the air and right down on his belly! Frank slumps Tim over his right shoulder facing up... * BOOM * ...and releases him after a TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP from Uber! COLE And that will do it. The Man of Tomorrow with the cover. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Frank lifts Tim up, shaking his head. He drags the semi-conscious EMT to the Rescue 911 corner and has him tag in a woozy Officer Bosley. Big Frank pulls in the dazed officer and suplexes him overhead. Bosley staggers to his feet...and lands a right! Officer Bosley rocks the Man of Tomorrow with more rights and backhand judo chops. Irish whip...No, reversed! TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! COLE There isn't another team in the OAOAST that can match power with the Sooner Bruisers. COACH And that's what makes them so dangerous, Mikey. Not only are Big Frank and Uber powerful, but they can brawl and wrestle. You just can't prepare for one style against them, they're a triple threat. Big Frank flexes and talks smack to O.B. Uber tagged in. Frank firing Bosley to the ropes, stepping aside to allow the Psycho Gremlin to run up from behind and WALLOP law enforcement's finest with a SOONERLINE! Uber scoopes Bos up, waistlocking him from the rear...BACKDROP DRIVER! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Uber HOWWWWLS as he runs circles around Officer Bosley's body, drawing an imaginary police outline. Big Frank returns to the action, double underhooking the arms of O.B...TIGER BOMB! The Man of Tomorrow mocks the Heavenly Rockers, twirling the FINGER OF DEATH~ to signal for the Frankensteiner. EMT Time with one last attempt to save the match for his team, but Uber takes him out with a Soonerline. Looking to send a message to Black T and the Heavenly Rockers, Big Frank and Uber hit the FRANKENSTEINER and OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE simultaneously! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER Here are your winners... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! Coach handles the replay and tosses it to Michael Cole. COLE Unfortunately for Rescue 911, they were unsuccessful in their OAOAST debut, the victims of misfortune in drawing the Sooner Bruisers as their opponents. Joined ringside by Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, who didn't waste time snapping their one match losing streak, defeating EMT Tim and Officer Bosley in dominating fashion. And dominate they did once again at Angleslam, having their way with the Heavenly Rockers until Black T of all people made the save. Gentlemen, you may have failed in your attempt to capture the World tag team championship, but you damn sure succeed in eliminating the Heavenly Rockers for quite possibly the rest of their careers. BIG FRANK What do you mean failed? The Sooner Bruisers don't fail at nothing. Going into Angleslam we said our goal was to destroy the Heavenly Rockers, the tag belts would just be icing on the cake. We had our cake, but there wasn't any icing because of that skank whore Holly-Wood. Logan Mann should blame that freak-- Let me rephrase that. That's an insult to all my freakozoids. Holly deserves to be called what she really is, a bitch. A bitch Logan Mann should blame for what happened to him. It's because of her that he's lying in the position she knows all too well -- face up. Me and my brother had the match won. You know it, I know it, the whole free world knows it...even the damn commies know it. I had Logan Mann screaming like a little bitch in the Lazy-E-Boy. I heard him say aunt, uncle, brother and sister. But there was no referee. Everybody knows what happens next. Holly-Wood comes off the top and DDT's me, placing Logan on top. Yet they still didn't win. Like Holly-Wood, Synth and Logan are chokers. They got lucky the first time around. And it don't take no rocket scientist to figure out luck wasn't on their side at Angleslam. COLE It certainly was not. Black T walking away the new champions. UBER On one hand, we had the satisfaction of seeing the Heavenly Rockers lose the tag titles. On the other, it came at our expense. So Black T, we're callin' you out. We want you. Anytime, any place. You and us for the gold. Let's see who the real World tag team champions are. As far as we're concerned, you're lookin' at 'em. Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwwww! COLE That may be easier said than done, gentlemen. Tony Brannigan has his eyes set on becoming the World heavyweight champion. BIG FRANK Can somebody tell me when Tony Brannigan became a pussy? I remember Tony Brannigan as the hawkish bad ass not the bleeding heart liberal. You see, Brannigan, instead of worrying about the World Title, you should worry about The Sooner Bruisers leaving you in a pool of your own blood again. That's why you don't see him tonight, Michael Cole. He got punk'd by the World Champion. You don't challenge the most powerful man in wrestling just because the event is in your hometown. On second thought, Brannigan is smart going after the World Title...it saves him another ass-kicking from The Sooner Bruisers. Let the flexing and howling commence. Big Frank and Uber doing their thing for the camera. COLE Well fans, Tony Brannigan isn't the only one who can issue a challenge. The Sooner Bruisers want Black T for the World tag team title. To quote Mr. Brannigan from last week, "Get in line." Now a word from our sponser.

Sooner Bruisers vs. Recuse 911, plus promo

It's Do the Right Thing: The Wrestling Promo War. I've been watching a lot of old Mid-South Wrestling recently, and one of the things I love about it is how sometimes you see the heels fight each other. In this case it makes perfect sense since PR wants to be World Champion. Coach Alf. USA! USA USA! Although Axel is the authority figure in the fed, the fact that storyline has gone nowhere since it happened, I have no problems with seeing Watts used as the on-air boss. More awesomeness from the Blank/Malibu feud. You can't put into words just how good that storyline is. Imagine the meeting that took place between the head honcos from the OAOAST and SWF to get that Landon Maddix tape on the air. The GPX are pissed. A Hooligan Street Fight? Book it. You knew PR's boys were gonna do everything they could to him help beat Hoff. PR with the sneaky pin, holding onto the tights. Team Heyross vs. Team Canada: The fuck?! Alf, damn turncoat. You hooking up with Team Canada is worse than the time Sgt. Slaughter became an Iraqi sympathizer. Apparently it's a double turn. Brock to the rescue, but he can't fight the power himself. Match of the Night: Team Canada vs. Team Heyross (the storyline involved put it over) Line of the Night: "But I don’t want to hear you crying when Hoff Future Shocks you out of your Nikes tonight and you’re forced to lay the smack down together with Stephen Popick in the privacy of your locker room." -- Drek Stone, OAOAST World Champion

SWOOP~ over to the INTERVIEW STAGE and Jesse "The Body" Ventura. VENTURA Sunday night at Angleslam I said I'd hope to once again introduce my next guests as the new World tag team champions. Well dreams do come true. Ladies and gentlemen, the OAOAST tag team champions of the world...BLACK TEEEEEEEEEEE! CUE: "Quiet" "BOOOOO-YEEEEAAAHH!" Black T emerge through a cloud of black smoke proudly holding the tag belts above their heads for all to see, dressed to the nines as usual, with Dan Black styling a top hat and MONOCLE! COLE When you're the tag team champions I suppose you can wear anything you want. And while the new champions make their way to the interview location, let's go back to Angleslam and see how Black T regained the championship for a third time. [b]This Past Sunday [color=#FF0000]ANGLESLAM[/color] [color=#FF9900]Courtesy: OAOAST The Magazine[/color][/b] Cole narrates still photographs flashed on the screen highlighting key moments in the bout, including the dramatic aftermath. Back live in the arena, Black T climb up the same side of steps (so subtle) and shake hands with Jesse. VENTURA Champs, congratulations. Third time the charm. Brannigan drapes the belt over his shoulder. Dan Black holding his at the side. Next month's magazine cover. TONY Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the tag division who else but none other than Black T walks around the corner and back onto the top of the mountain. I told you and everyone watching, Jesse, that Dan and I would leave Miami as the World tag team champions. Now that we're back on the saddle, everyone's going to be gunning for us. VENTURA Absolutely. And it didn't take long. The Sooner Bruisers are none to pleased with you and Dan coming to the aid of The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood following the Triple Threat match at Angleslam. Word on the street is Big Frank and Uber are mad as hell and they're coming after YOUR tag titles. TONY Mr. Black and myself aren't the best humanitarians in the world, but we couldn't let a pretty young thing like Holly-Wood get roughed up by two brutes. Despite our bad reputations, Dan and I have families ourselves. Hell, we're practically brothers. If the Sooner Bruisers have a problem with us, all I have to say is...get in line. They're just one of many teams who are gonna want a shot at us and the titles. And for the record, farm boys, Black T once again rule the tag team division so bow to our greatness. DAN Just look at the quality of teams in the OAOAST, Mr. Ventura. You know the Heavenly Rockers are going to want a rematch. Then you have exciting young teams such as The Beverly Hills Blonds, D*LUX, and perhaps pound for pound the best tag team in the world today, Team Heyross. You can even throw Fliex Strutter and Ken Patera, Team Canada, into the mix. They beat 16 other teams to win the Tag Team World Cup. The competition is so extraordinary it's going to make our third reign all the much sweeter as we defeat each and every team. TONY Speaking of winning, I guess congratulations are also in order to our new World Champion Drek Stone. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" TONY Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, champ. You're once again the big man on campus, the World Heavyweight Champion. The single most powerful man in the sport. When you talk people listen. Well I'm about to talk to you and you better listen good. Before you start basketing in the glory, Drek, let me remind you of June 26, 2005. Does that date ring a bell? It should. You know why? That was the night you single-handedly ended my reign as World's Champion. Let me take you back to a simpler time in life, ladies and gentlemen. A time were the only war people were talking about was in Iraq. There was no civil war in the OAOAST. No fighting from within. All was good in OAOASTland. Until the Great Angle Bash. Not a day goes by that I don't replay the finish of that match in my head. Here I am defending the World Title on worldwide pay-per-view at one of our elite 4 events in a rematch against the man I defeated for it weeks earlier. Out of Body Experience, boom! 1-2-3. Match over, right? Little did I know the match was over all right. For me. Next thing I know I'm spun around and driven face-down into the canvas. Stonecutter. As I looked up, my vision blurred, who did I see? Drek Stone. My opponent? Axel. Put two and two together and you'll see where I'm going? June 26, 2005 was more than just the night I lost the title. It was the start of what would become a struggle for power...a civil war. A war lost by the OAOAST. But there wasn't just one World War in history. There were two. Just like there won't be one civil war in OAOAST history because another one is coming. I may have to live with the fact Drek Stone regained the title before I could, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing as he rules the ring. Axel thought he was being real clever by throwing Black T a bone, signing the contracts for our tag title match at Angleslam. I got news for you, boss, you just opened the door to your demise. How so? We're the World tag team champions. Sure our power might not match that of the World Champion, but we're back on top. And if there's one thing people love to be apart of it's a winner. Therefore, at our next pay-per-view event World Without End...which just happens to be in my birthplace of San Antonio, Texas...I challenge you, Drek Stone, for the World Heavyweight Title! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" DAN :huh: TONY (CONT'D) You and me. One on one. C'mon, Drek. Let's see if you got any "stones" in you. Put the title on the line. COLE Tony Brannigan vs. Drek Stone for the OAOAST Championship at World Without End? What a match that would be. VENTURA Wait a minute. What about the tag titles? You don't honestly think you can chase the World Title and hold onto the tag belts at the same time, do you? DAN Exactly. It's suicide. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration until you started going into business for yourself. Your actions have already gotten us in enough trouble, let's not... TONY My actions? What kind of a comment is that? Maybe if you had been a World Champion in your career you'd understand, but you haven't. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA (mouthing) Whoa. DAN (fiery) You're right. I've never been World Champion. But I've never let my personal goals get in the way of our partnership like you did once you won the title last year. It's a good thing we weren't the tag champions then because there's absolutely no way we'd hold onto the titles for more than two weeks. Need I remind you of The Original Elite? Our partner in that organization allowed his personal agenda to get in the way of business, leading to our defeat of the tag team championship. I'm trying to prevent a repeat of that situation TONY The hell you are. You're afraid I'd win the World Title and leave you and the tag titles hanging. I can promise you that is the furtherest thing from the truth. But chasing the World Title is something I just have to do whether you like it or not. If you need me I'll be in the back. Tony leaves the stage, followed by Dan Black who tries to talk some sense into his partner. Jesse Ventura left speechless.