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From Zack's earlier post:

* DING DING * BUFFER Our following contest is set for one fall. Already in the ring, to my left, from Latin America, LOS CONQUISTADORS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Los Conquistadors march up to the center of the ring and salute the crowd. As they turn around, they trip over their feet and tumble to the mat. The crowd laughs. The Conquistadors calmly get up and salute the crowd once more before marching back to their corner. COACH Well, fellas, now we know why there isn't any liquor left in the back. Los Conquistadors must've drank it all. The Coach hears they've been hitting the bottle hard, depressed about losing their popularity in our Latin markets to Los Diablos de Feugo. And speaking of the Diablos, man, are they ch-- Owww! CABOOSE You're not going to ruin another gay gimmick, Coachman. COLE I believe the politically correct term is ho-- COACH Tsk, tsk, tsk. They're not homos. They're homies. Get it [i]straight,[/i] fellas. CABOOSE I can't believe you set him up for that line, Cole. If we haven't already offended our viewing audience, now is the perfect time to remind them all that our next pay-per-view will be held in the home of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, Cleveland, Ohio. The OAOAST presents... [B][COLOR=orange]WORLD WITHOUT END[/COLOR] Sunday, October 25th, LIVE only on PAY-PER-VIEW! [COLOR=red]Call your local cable or satellite provider to order now. Or log onto OAOAST.com to pre-order the webcast.[/COLOR][/B] COACH World Without End is going to be off the charts. CUE: "Boulvevard of Broken Dreams" COLE Speaking of off the charts, would you listen to the ovation for the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions! BUFFER Their opponents. From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing 345 pounds, the former World tag team champions... THE SK8TER BOIZ! The music is blaring. The crowd is on their feet. But no Sk8ter Boiz. CABOOSE What's going on here? Where are the Sk8ter Boiz? Damn, I feel like such a tool saying that. Something obviously had to happen for them not to be out here. COACH Maybe they weren't home by 10 last night, and Mrs. Nerdly grounded them. :lol: COLE I'm being told through my headset that the Boiz are held up in one of the many men's bathroom in the arena, having fled from -- WHO? COACH No freakin' way! I guess "The Anvil" needs the money. COLE I'm not referring to that brainfart of a creation. I'm talking about the...SOONER BRUISERS! The Sooners sprint to the ring. Michael Buffer gets out of the ring just in the nick of time as the Bruisers slide underneath the bottom rope and level Los Conquistadors, who are paralyzed in fear, with a pair of Soonerlines. The Man of Tomorrow follows up by doing PUSH-UPS, counting the amount done in Spanish. The brothers from Oklahoma then send the crowd into a frenzy by putting on a suplex clinic -- belly-to-belly, belly-to-back, head and legs, gut-wrench, half-nelson, T-Bone, etc. One of the Conquistadors is thrown outside. Frankie PRESSES the other above his head. Referee Nick Patrick pleds with him not to drop the masked man onto the arena floor. FRANKIE :( "AWWWWWWWWW!" Nick tries cheering up Frankie by patting him on the back. He cheers him up alright. Frankie THROWS the Conquistador onto his partner outside! COACH OH! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!" COLE When the Psycho Gremlin goes down on all fours, you know what that means. Frankie, tilting his head up, howls. "OW-OW-OW-OWWWWWWWWWW!" CABOOSE With a nickname like "Psycho Gremlin," Frankie should be in a padded cell. That bloody yank is crazy. COACH The fool's probably just getting a jump on taking out the agression he'll have after OU loses to Texas this Saturday in the Red-River Shootout. Frank calls in Michael Buffer. Buffer prepares to conduct an interview, but Frank rips the mic out of his hands and shoves him away. FRANK Go sit the hell down! South Central Militia, our patience is runnin' out. We called your asses out last week, but instead of facing us like real men, you run and hide like a couple of pussies. Two guys from the mean streets of South Central L.A. getting punk'd out by a couple of farm boys. Now that I think about it, you punks are doin' us a favor by avoiding our challenge. Because if get manage to get our hands on you in the streets, we won't have to deal with the reprecussions from management. And we know you guys wouldn't file charges because you'd look like even bigger pussies to your boys in the hood runnin' to the cops instead of takin' care of business yourselves. FRANKIE Besides, celebrities can get away with murder. Ain't that right, big brother? OWWWWWWWWW! "OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" FRANK That's right. So South Central Militia, we're givin' you one more week. If you don't hear from you then, then we're gonna go find your sorry asses. (looks over) Whatcha whinin' about?! The camera pans over. Nick Patrick tells the guys about the scheduled match that didn't take place. FRANK You want your match? We'll give you your goddamn match! The Bruisers bring Los Conquistadors back into the ring. Frank pulverizes Uno with forearm strikes to the side of the face, while Frankie beats Dos with good ol' fashion American right hands. COLE If it weren't for the masks, right now we'd be able to see how puffy the Conquistadors faces are. They are getting destroyed in there. CABOOSE That's what the OAOAST is all about. You can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. COACH Exactly. The Bruisers whip Los Conquistadors out of the ropes. Frankie with a big-time Soonerline! TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM by Frank! The Man of Tomorrow picks Uno up and fires him back to the ropes. Frankie scoopes Dos up and charges to the corner, ramming Dos' back in the top turnbuckle and powerslamming him down to the canvas as his brother hits Uno with the FRANKENSTEINER! COLE And that's no cruiserweight, ladies and gentlemen. That's 6'3, 275 pounds of meat. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners: THE SOONER BRUISERS! "Frankenstein" cues up, the Sooner Bruisers glance over at Conquistadors, ready to attack, but Nick Patrick, who's attending to the Conquistadors tells the Sooners to back off. Frank flexes his bicep for the camera and begs to hear an answer next week. COLE There you have it. The Sooner Bruisers practically begging the South Central Militia to reply to their challenge. As the non-response would tell you, nobody has heard from the South Central Militia since Dirty Deeds. And the man who would have communications with them, Jim Cornette, is apparently on an overseas tour with the New New Midnight Express. I say apparently because their bookings are handled by Jim Cornette himself. In a contract first of its kind, because the New New Midnight Express are signed to Jim Cornette Enterprises, who worked out a deal with the OAOAST, they are allowed to wrestle anywhere in the world so long that it doesn't interfere with their OAOAST scheduled. Like I said, it's a contract first of its kind, and probably something that would catch on in other sports in the coming months and years. COACH James E.'s a smart man. The only other person I think gives James E. a run for his money is Rick Heyross. They know how to bring in the money, baby. COLE The Sooner Bruisers want an answer. Will they get one? We'll find out next week.

That would explain why Kevin looked like he was burning a hole through Flair before the tag match. For those who recorded Raw, if you go back and re-watch the part where HHH throws Flair out onto the legends side of the ring, when he's choking Flair out with the sledgehammer, look in the background and you'll see Kevin with a big smile on his face. Von Erich had 2 of my favorite moments in the show. The one I just mentioned and when he applied the Claw hold.

Patty gave me a bunch of nicknames, he's the one who came up with "Psycho Gremlin" moniker. Too bad I didn't save them. I do like your suggested though. Speaking of Ventura (still sporting the pirate look), I happened to be channel surfing last night and stumbled upon his interview on The Big Idea on CNBC. Apparently he's moving out of the country. The only hint he gave on where is that its somewhere warm.

Tag team stuff Promos from either the Sooner Bruisers and/or Los Diablos de Feugo.

This part Alf? If you call the hotline I'll spill the beans. Or I'll send you a PM if you really want to know.

Subject to change

Are you going to use it next week? We had similar plans, which I put off until next week. If you're going to use it for the next show let me know so I can hold off on using what I have planned for the week after. Feedback: Great opening segment. From Candie's return, to the fireworks between Zack, SG, and PK. "Masshole"? Ha! Always like it when we do ads/commericals. at Calvin sticking it to Alf by basically telling Stevens to get involved in the HL title match. SJ's segment served its purpose. One thing: CWM has been off the shows since AS, so that should've been mentioned. Grouping the TLC-led beatdown, SJ promo and Heyross/Richards segments: Very solid. Nothing bad there. The CWM-SJ match made me feel much more confident in myself as a match writer. Looked like a rush job. Still, it was a good effort. Entertaining. And boy, will you have a lot of jobs to return. The CW/Parka stuff was handled very well. CW heckling Parka after he explained why he didn't show up at DD was funny. Good match between Alf-Brock. Excellent ME. I've really been enjoying the short reign of Zack and Leon as tag champs so far. The squence were Zack and SG block each other's superkicks and ends with Zack countering the Someplex into a bulldog was my favorite part of the match. Honorable mention to the slam series. Yeah, my feedback now includes spots I marked out for. The Love Shack was awesome. Lots of great bits in there. Laughed throughout.

Beat the Champ! For what it's worth, my character (Tony Brannigan) has never received a one on one rematch since losing the World Title. Maybe we could play that up somewhere. Perhaps refusing to go along with any tournament or 4 Way until it's a "take it or leave" deal.

Sooner Bruisers promo

Backstage, Tony Schiavone stands in front of a OAOAST backdrop, alongside the Sooner Bruisers, who look INTENSE! SCHIAVONE Gentlemen, this past Sunday night at Dirty Deeds you were involved in one of the best matches I've ever seen in the history of this great sport, going up against the New New Midnight Express. Back and forth encounter with many great exchanges. But it's what happened before the 1-2-3 that I'd like to talk to you about. It's no secret the South Central Militia are serving as Jim Cornette's hitmen. He wants somebody eliminated, they get the job done for him. Unfortunately they've already completed one successful mission, taking out the Heavenly Rockers. We know these are some real bad guys with equally bad attitudes. Nothing more than hired thugs. And it appears they've turned their eyes to you as we saw at Dirty Deeds, where they cost you your match against the New New Midnight Express. It is said wounds heal in time. But judging by the looks on your faces, that isn't the case. FRANK HELL, NO, that isn't the case, Tony Schiavone! We pride ourselves on kicking ass straight up. If we're beaten it's because we lost to the better team that night. Everybody who saw that tag match Sunday night knows the New New Midnight Express weren't the better team. Like after pulling out of a fine piece of ass, the next step if the big finish. And like anyone of the Man of Tomorrow's megabytes would tell you, the big finish is never premature. As we're about to finish off the Midnights, them punk-ass bitches, Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana, the South Central Militia, show up and screw us up the ass. We don't need no damn help winning matches. Just like a lumberjack, all we need is our hands. So boys, instead of hittin' us from behind, why don't you try doing it in front of our faces? My brother and I challenge you two punks next week. We don't care if you're under contract or not, we'll do it non-sanction if we have to. We want a piece of your asses! FRANKIE Dirty Deeds...done dirt cheap? Next week we'll another AC/DC classic: "Highway to Hell." Ow-ow-ow-OWWWWWWW! FRANK The Man of Tomorrow is your upgrade, download if ya need me. The Man of Tomorrow flexes his bicep, then kisses the peak before exiting with his brother. SCHAIVONE That's it from here, guys. Back to you.

At this point it'll be the Love Doctors vs. Los Diablos de Feugo for the HI-YAH tag titles, as well as some sort of confrontation between the Bruisers and Militia. Not sure about plans for Black T. Any ideas Eski? Ever since the Originals/Upstarts feud started it's been a week to week thing. I can understand the concern over the lack of matches, but at least it's happening on our second-level PPVs and not our Elite 4 (AP, AM, GAB, AS). If we go through with plans for "November Sweeps", an entire HD or entire month of shows booked by different OAOASTers it could result in a spike of PPV matches. Especially now that the active part of the roster are all Mods.

From the 9/22 booking thread:

The spirit of the old 2 hour In Your House PPVs returned in the form of Dirty Deeds. With just 5 matches on the card, only 4 of which were complete when the show went up, so throw in a sprikle of Beware of Dog, Dirty Deeds could have easily become one of the weakest PPV in OAOAST history. It didn't, thanks to the effort from those involved. Feedback time! It's starting to become a tradition that I start a PPV with a tag match, that probably involves the NNMX for that matter, but I felt like it was the best tag match I've ever written. I did a piss poor job polishing it up so I could watch the Cowboys/49ers game, but it was the first time I managed to include just about every element that makes a great tag bout: illegal double-teams, false hot tags (could've used a couple more), nearfalls and some great double-team maneuvers. Hell, I even broked out the powder and tag rope! Good Women's Title match. Short "match" between Cappa and Otaku. I'm guessing it sets up a rematch. I can't believe Zack bladed before the match even began. Talk about wanting all the attention. You could've at least done a manly blade job, Malibu. That suckered closed up halfway through. In all seriousness, the tag title cage match was fantatsic. Including a great "Holy Shit" spot that we've all come to expect in cage matches since the Mankind/UT HIAC match. TH & Reject came off looking really strong despite doing the job. Loved the Heart Attack Eyepoke spot as well. The confrontation between Alf and Calvin makes me wish for something that won't happen. And I'm not talking about a match between the two. Enjoyed the segments of PK getting ready for his bout. Nice touch. Really enjoyed the main event. If there's a positive to be found in Hoff's absence, it's that there is a sense the title could change hands in any one of his defenses, that way the belt is on somebody who's around. The finish reminded me of the Chono/Muta NWA Title match from Starrcade '92, where Muta gets placed in the STF that seems last forever, eventually getting the crowd behind him before tapping out immediately afterwards. Overall: Very good show.

MMoM's stuff has been edited in. The tag match should be done shortly.

I second that. November's PPV is indeed entitled "November Reign". December's show was renamed "Climax" last year.

Better write it SJ. Haven't seen Eski around, I'm too spent from having to cram everything together late night, PR might be able to help, but I'm not sure.

The show is up in OAOAST: HE. The opening and anything else left off the show will be edited in whenever I receive it.

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*DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLadies and gentlemen, the following is the Mmmmmain Event of Dirty Deeds!! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” BUFFER It is Champion versus Champion for the One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Championship of the World!! Your referee tonight will be Earl Hebner. Now, are you ready? “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” BUFFER Fenway Park, are you RRRRRRRREADY? “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” BUFFER Now, for the thousands here at Fenway and the millions watching at home……..LLLLLLLLET’S GET RRRRREADY TO RRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!!!!! CUE: Oh Hell Yeah ”YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” The crowd becomes unglued as the H-Blocx tune hits the PA and the challenger steps through the curtain. COLE Oh my, LISTEN to this!! COACH This crowd is ready, Cole. BUFFER (Barely audible over the crowd) Introducing first, the challenger: From Fall River, Massachusetts, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. He appears tonight in his first ever OAOAST World Championship match and is currently the reigning X-Division Champion of the Woooooorrld……PETERRRRRRRRR KNIIIIIIIIIGHT!! Knight, looking completely focused and seemingly tuning out the huge ovation he is getting, steps through the ropes and heads right for his corner, unstrapping his belt and handing it off to the timekeeper. He flexes his neck and pulls on the ropes to get himself loose as his music fades, to be replaced by…. CUE: Black BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOOOM!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” The World Champion walks into Fenway Park to a reaction that he hasn’t heard for a while, the pro-PK crowd hurling boos and insults at him as he walks down the ramp. BUFFER And his opponent: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds, he IS the One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD: HOFF!! Knight locks his eyes onto Hoff and doesn’t take them off him as he approaches the ring and steps through the ropes. He raises the title belt into the air, which takes Knight’s eyes off of him for a moment, but that only intensifies the boos. CABOOSE Looks like Hoff won’t be able to play to the crowd like he’s used to, because these people will tear him to shreds if he tries it. Hebner takes the title belt from Hoff and raises it into the air, making a full turn to each side of the ring before handing it off. He checks both men for foreign objects as the crowd breaks into a “LET’S GO PE-TER!!!” *clap clap clapclapclap* chant. Hebner gives them both some last minute instructions and signals for the bell. *DING DING* COLE Here we go! Knight feints a charge out of the corner, but Hoff doesn’t flinch. As the two men circle the ring, measuring each other up, the crowd lets their allegiance be known. “P-K!” “P-K!” “P-K!” “P-K!” “P-K!” “P-K!” The first contact of the match is a lockup, both men jockeying for position. Hoff backs Knight into the corner, drawing boos from the Fenway crowd as Hebner asks for a break, which Hoff does cleanly. HOFF You better be ready, boy. Hebner demands action, and the two big men lock up again. Hoff quickly sneaks around and grabs a waistlock and burying his head in PK’s upper back so Knight cannot get any shots in with his elbows. Knight doesn’t see this and tries to throw one, but it gets nothing but air, the momentum spinning Knight around back into Hoff’s clutches and leading to a belly to back suplex. Hoff’s cocky side comes to the surface as he flexes his muscles, drawing a torrent of boos. COLE Hoff certainly seems to not be fazed by this crowd in the least. COACH You remember his Thrillogy days, don’t you? This is cake for him. They lock up once more and again Hoff goes behind Knight, but Knight switches it and takes Hoff down to a roar from the crowd. He spins around and grabs a front facelock, shifting his weight upwards to gain pressure and leverage, but Hoff manages to crawl backwards and hook his foot under the bottom rope to force a break. Knight pulls Hoff up by the hair and backs him into the ropes, whipping him off and bracing himself for a shoulder knockdown, but Hoff charges off the ropes and gets the knockdown himself. He bounces off the ropes and hops over Knight, shooting off the opposite ropes and looking for a clothesline, but Knight sidesteps him and gives him a shove, adding to the momentum that sends Hoff over the top rope and to the floor. Knight goes out after him and picks him up off the grass, grabbing his arm and whipping him into the ringpost. Knight keeps on him and picks him up again, looking for a whip into the ring steps, but Hoff reverses it, sending PK barreling into the three ton solid steel stairs, though they easily split in half and sound like they’re just made of aluminum. COLE Both men taking it to each other right away here. Knight wanted to take the fight outside, but Hoff is no stranger to that. Hoff grabs Knight’s arm and sends him into the ringside barrier. Hoff charges in and leaps, looking for a Stinger Splash, but Knight moves with Hoff striking his ribs on the barrier and toppling over into the first row. Knight reaches over the barrier and pulls Hoff up by the hair, hooking his head and tights and lifting him up for a suplex back onto the grassy ringside area. Knight rolls him into the ring and follows him in. COLE Knight….oh, first cover of the match coming here. ONE TWO Kickout. Hoff shoots his shoulder up quickly after two. Knight, having seen where Hoff landed on the barrier, immediately zeroes in on the ribs, landing some hard stomps and dropping a few elbows before putting Hoff into a seated position and sitting behind him, wrapping his legs around Hoff’s waist and grabbing a reverse bearhug to restrict Hoff’s breathing. A few of the Hoff fans in the crowd tries to rally the champion, but every “HOFF!” they bellow is followed by a “SUCKS!” that sounds ten times louder. Hoff grabs Knight’s hands, trying to break the grasp of the challenger, but Knight answers that by squeezing harder, making it tougher for Hoff to draw a breath into his lungs. CABOOSE Hoff hit pretty good on that barrier, so who knows if some of those ribs are broken. Hoff takes a few deep breaths and grabs the hands again. This time, he manages to lift Knight’s arms upwards just enough so that he can slide under them to escape and quickly springs back with a clothesline to put him down. He covers. ONE TWO Kickout by Knight. Hoff starts to pull him up, but a quick jab to the ribs cuts him off and Knight grabs a quick cradle. ONE TWO No, Hoff kicks out. Knight fires off some right hands and sends Hoff into the corner, following up with a running knee to the ribs, but he uses his left knee, and hobbles a bit as he follows up with another charge, this time trying for a shoulder to the ribs, but Hoff moves, causing PK to strike the post. Hoff pulls his tights to yank him into a schoolboy. ONE TWO But Knight kicks out at two. Hoff whips him off the ropes and goes for a press slam, but Knight lands on his feet and, when Hoff turns, hoists him into a fireman’s carry! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” COLE He’s got Hoff up! Knight makes sure he’s got a good grasp on the champion, slightly stumbling with the added weight on his shoulders (and knee), turns him….. *WHAM* And drills Hoff into the mat with a Knightmare!!! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” COLE He hit it! He hit it! Does it happen now?! Here’s the cover. ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! ”YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! “No! No! No! TWO! TWO!” That is the voice of Earl Hebner, who is frantically waving his arms at the timekeeper, waving the pin off and signaling that Hoff got his shoulder up before the three count. The crowd, realizing that the bell didn’t ring and Knight’s hand isn’t being raised, boos lustily at Hebner. Knight, who was sitting in shock that his dream has actually come true, sees Hebner displaying two fingers and gets to his feet, walking over and pleading his case as the fans continue to voice their displeasure. “BULLLLLSHIT!” “BULLLLLSHIT!” “BULLLLLSHIT!” COLE That was extremely close. I think we’ve got a replay cued up, so let’s take a look here. The OAOAST Double Feature appears on the screen, with the live action shifted to a smaller screen and a slow motion replay of Hebner making his count. As his hand starts going down for three, Hoff’s shoulder clearly lifts off the canvas and is off the mat as Hebner’s hand slaps the mat for a third time. COACH Well, can’t really argue with that call. Good job by Hebner to immediately wave the pinfall off and continue the match. As the live action fills the screen once again, Knight continues to argue, clapping his hands three times to signify what he heard, but Hebner counters by clapping his hands twice and making a “shoulder up” motion with his arm. Knight looks into the overhead lights and lets out an aggravated sigh before walking over and dragging Hoff up by the hair……but suddenly Hoff hooks him and drills him to the mat with a Rock Bottom!! “BOOOOOOOOOO!!” COLE Rock Bottom!! Hoff with a Rock Bottom out of nowhere! Shaking off the cobwebs, Hoff slowly crawls over to Knight and collapses on top of him for the cover. ONNNNNNNNNEEE TWOOOOOOOOOO THR---No, shoulder up!! “YEAHHHHHHH!!!” CABOOSE Back and forth. It’ll be the man that makes the most critical mistake that will go home a loser. Hoff, letting out a frustrated groan himself, pulls Knight to his feet and firing off some rights, backing Knight into the ropes. He goes for a whip, but Knight reverses it sending Hoff into the strands and putting his head down for a back body drop, but Hoff puts the brakes on and grabs a front facelock, twisting Knight around and nailing a swinging neckbreaker. Knight grabs his neck in pain as Hoff sits up, trying to catch a few breaths. He looks to the corner, back to Knight, and then back to the corner. He gets to his feet and walks towards it, stepping to the outside and climbing the turnbuckles, the crowd rising to its feet in anticipation of what’s to come. COACH Hoff’s goin’ upstairs, boys. CABOOSE This might be it! This might be Hoff’s big mistake! Hoff steadies himself on the top and lifts up his arm, signaling for the Big Elbow Drop. He takes a deep breath, judges the distance one last time, and leaps…… But Knight rolls out of the way, Hoff landing on his arm and shoulder. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE NO! Nobody home on the elbow!! You might be right, Caboose. Knight gets to his feet and, now visibly limping on the bad knee, grabs Hoff’s legs and attempts to step between them. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COACH And now he’s going for the kill! Knight steps in between them and crosses the feet, but Hoff is well aware of what PK is going for and scoots backwards using his hands, taking Knight with him to the ropes. Hoff wraps his arms around the bottom rope, yelling at Hebner to do his job while Knight tries to pull Hoff back to the middle of the ring. Hebner starts his five count, but Knight won’t let go after five, so Hebner physically gets between them and pulls Knight away, holding him back and warning him not to get out of line. Knight pushes him away and walks towards Hoff, stinging him with a chop to the chest before backing him into the ropes and whipping him, bouncing off the ropes himself to get some momentum. He tries a clothesline, but Hoff ducks it, sending PK off the opposite ropes while stopping himself. He turns as Knight approaches him and….. *WHAM* SSSSSPINEBUSSSSSTAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! COLE Spine on the pine! The cover. ONNNNNNNEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOO KICKOUT!!! COLE Only two! These men are leaving it all in the ring tonight. Hoff buries his face in his hands and pounds the mat, his frustration in not being able to put Knight away building. CABOOSE I still think one of these two is going to make a mistake that will cost them the match. Hoff almost did, but he recovered well. Hoff gets to his feet and stalks Knight, waiting for him to get up. PK uses the ropes to get to his feet, his knee bothering him more and more. Hoff sneaks up behind him and grabs a rear facelock, throwing his other arm into the air. HOFF FUTURE SHOOOOOOOCK!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” COACH Here it is! Hoff hooks the tights and goes to lift PK, but Knight swings his legs and forces Hoff to put him back down. Hoff tries again, but again Knight blocks it, driving an elbow into Hoff’s gut. Another to the gut and one to the face knocks Hoff back. He turns back, but PK picks his legs, stepping in between them and crossing them! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The crowd rises to its feet as Knight tries to turn Hoff over while Hoff frantically tries to reach for the ropes, Hebner, Knight, anything that will allow him to escape. Knight turns him over and goes for the arms, but Hoff shakes and twists them, trying with all his might to keep them away from Knight’s grasp. Knight drills him in the lower back with some forearms which stuns Hoff enough so that he can wrap his arms up in the full nelson. COLE Ace in the Hole!!! Peter Knight has it on the World Champion!! COACH But look! Look how close Hoff is to the ropes and the full nelson frees his hands to grab them! Indeed, Hoff is aware of his surroundings and manages to turn himself towards the closest ropes. Using the slight height and weight advantage he has, coupled with the fact that PK is struggling to keep the hold on because of the pressure it is putting on his knee, slowly inches closer and closer to the ropes until he is close enough to reach out and grab it. COLE Hoff forced a break! Knight better keep his cool or this match is over. Hebner demands a break from Knight and starts his five count again. This time, Knight complies and releases at four, stumbling backwards into the ropes. He slaps them in absolute fury that he didn’t have Hoff further away from the ropes, realizing that that might have been his shot. Hoff rolls to the center of the ring, holding his back from the hold and the forearm shots he endured. Knight sees him and raises his arms, making a sweeping motion and screaming “THAT’S IT!!” “YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” CABOOSE Hoff is right in the middle of the ring. I don’t think he’s hurting as much as he’s putting on. Knight walks over as Hoff rolls onto his back, still grunting in pain. Knight picks up his legs and puts his right leg between them….but Hoff suddenly grabs it, knocking PK off balance and onto his stomach with Hoff quickly applying the anklelock to the left leg!! “BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” COLE ANKLELOCK!!! CABOOSE Hoff suckered him in! What a smart move by Hoff! Hoff wrenches the ankle as Knight crab walks on his hands, trying to get himself to the ropes, but Hoff pulls him backwards and keeps him in the center of the ring. The crowd stomps and claps, trying to rally the X-Champion. “PK! PK! PK! PK! PK! PK!” Knight screams in pain but keeps his resolve, stretching his hand out and trying to inch himself closer and closer to the ropes and a break. He musters all the strength he has left and slowly crawls towards the ropes, managing to block the pain out of his mind and focus only on the bottom rope. He gets closer and the cheering intensifies. Closer….. Closer…… COLE He’s so close; he probably can feel the rope with his fingertips. Knight reaches out in a last gasp…… And barely misses the rope! Hoff drags him back to the center of the ring and turns the hold into a heel hook, adding pressure to the left knee as well!!! “AWWWWWWWWWW!!!” COACH Hoff might have it here! A look of severe agony crosses Knight’s face at the addition of pressure to his injured knee. He reaches out for the ropes, but Hoff has all the leverage. Knight tries to push himself forwards, but can barely move a few centimeters, with Hoff cranking on the ankle as punishment. Knight answers every Hebner inquiry with a forceful “NO!” but as Hoff tightens the hold, a look of panic begins to cross his face. He screws his eyes shut and reaches out for the ropes again, trying to will himself over to his only salvation. CABOOSE He’s fading! Knight buries his face into the canvas, still reaching for the ropes, but when he picks his head back up, a look of resignation is clear on his face. He raises his right hand to prepare to tap out, but his left hand almost involuntarily grabs it, trying to stop it from hitting the mat. Hebner asks him again if he wants to quit, but his refusals don’t carry the force they once had. “PK! PK! PK! PK! PK! PK!” The crowd once again tries to rally their home state superstar, but PK is running on empty. He raises his hand once again and, seeing his dream slip through his fingers….. *Taptaptaptaptaptap* Taps out. *DING DING DING DING* Hoff, completely exhausted himself, releases the hold and rolls away from Knight, lying flat on his back and thrusting his fists into the air as Hebner retrieves the belt and Hebner makes it official. BUFFER LLLadies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL the OAOAST Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOORLD: HOFF! Hoff gets to a sitting position, accepting the belt and his getting his hand raised by Hebner as Black hits the PA once again. Knight crawls to the corner and buries his face in it, completely drained both physically and emotionally by this match. The crowd, it also having been drained, applauds not Hoff’s victory, but the effort that these two men just gave them. Hoff raises the belt and waves acknowledgement of the applause as Hebner goes over to check on Knight. PK uses the ropes (with an assist by Earl) to get to his feet in the corner, tears visibly rolling down his face. COLE You have to give it to that man; he pushed himself and Hoff as far as both men can go, but he just couldn’t get it done in the end. Hoff slings the title belt over his shoulder and walks over to Knight, who hangs over the ropes in dejection. Hoff slaps him in the back and leans in close, saying something inaudible to him. COACH Hoff is showing what a great champion he is, consoling his opponent in his darkest time. Peter Knight’s dream is to hold that title that Hoff now holds, but he’ll have other shots if this match has shown us anything. Knight picks his head up and brushes the tears away. Hebner gives him the X-Title belt, a consolation prize to Knight, like a year’s supply of Rice A’ Roni. Hoff extends his hand and Knight accepts it for a brief handshake, but he decides not to hang around anymore and steps through the ropes, carrying his belt like a sack of groceries as he walks up the ramp as the crowd and Hoff applaud his effort, though Knight does not acknowledge it. COLE An incredible, if heartbreaking match to close out a great event here at Fenway Park. We hope that you have enjoyed Dirty Deeds 2005 everyone. For Caboose and Jonathan Coachman, I’m Michael Cole, goodnight from Fenway! Hoff hits the turnbuckles and lifts his title belt high as we fade to black.

We cut to the back to find Peter Knight once again seated in front of his locker, this time dressed for battle. He pulls his kneepads on, first the right and then the left. As he adjusts his left pad, he pauses once again and looks into his locker. He reaches in and grabs his bag, unzipping it and reaching in. When his hand appears again, it is holding the knee brace he had been wearing for the most part these last two months. He unconsciously flexes his left knee as he stares at the brace. He places it on his chair as he stands and jogs in place while slapping himself in the face a few times to get himself going. He picks the brace up again and shakes his head, flinging it into his locker and grabbing his title belt before walking out of the frame. October 30, 2005 SCHIAVONE World Without End promises to be a wild night. It usually is. But when is it never in the OAOAST? Jess, we've seen a lot of great action here tonight, but we're just moments away from our main event of the evening. You got the current X-Champion Peter Knight going up against Hoff for the World Title. What are your thoughts as we head towards our next match? VENTURA It should be a helluva match. You know, Knight's really stepped up his game since winning the X-Title. But I think Hoff is emotionally drained from putting all his effort behind regaining the title whereas Knight has been on a roll. I also feel Hoff has too many things going on in his head besides wrestling. He's one of the many caught between the whole Upstarts/Original civil war. Honestly, I think we're gonna have a new Heavyweight Champion of the World. SCHIAVONE Wow! But I'm going to have to disagree with you. VENTURA You always do. Do you live for that very reason? SCHIAVONE No. I just think Hoff's experienced in high-profile matches gives him the edge. It took many of our past World titleholders more than one attempt before winning their first World Title. One of your favorites... VENTURA He is my favorite. SCHIAVONE (CONT'D) ...Tony Brannigan being one. Well, fans, this is what we came to see. Two great young competitors in the primes of their careers going at it for the World Title. Jesse and I will see you at World Without End, Sunday, October 30th. Now let's go up to ring and Michael Buffer.

COLE Folks up next, live from Fenway Park at Dirty Deeds 2005, we're going to see the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles defended inside the confines of a 15 foot high steel cage! CABOOSE It was just a few weeks ago that the wild card tandem of Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez, put together by GM Calvin Szechstein to show the unity The Originals have maintained with certain Upstarts, captured the belts in a classic TLC match that many are touting as the Match of the Year. COACH I'd vouch for that. COLE It was also GM Szechstein that made this contest, wanting Zack and Leon to prove themselves to be fighting champions by taking on two men waiting on their moment in the sun. The tandem of Thunderkid and Reject have been craving this shot, and tonight they get it . Let's go to the ring. DING! DING! DING! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is a STEEEEEEEEL CAAAAAAAAGE MATCH FOR THE OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES! The crowd roars, but are soon overpowered by the sound of "God of Thunder" by KISS. BUFFER Introducing first ,the challengers...at a combined weight of 465 pounds, first, from Green Bay, WI, this is THUNDERKID! His tag team partner, hailing from New York City, REEEEEEEEEEEEJECT! The two superstars walk down the aisle and step through the door of the cage, glaring menacingly at the crowd. These are two men who know they are not fan favorites tonight but could care less, as what they want are the gold straps, not the acceptance of the fans. Speaking of fan acceptance, the throbbing of bass chords replaces the KISS classic, as "Getting Away With Murder" fills the Boston air. CABOOSE Here come the champeens! Malibu leads the way, coming out of the back with the OAOAST World Tag Team title belt strapped around his waist. Rodez jogs slightly behind him, throwing an arm up to the crowd before running up and jumping onto his partner's back and throwing another arm up! Malibu turns and looks at Rodez, having not expected the enthusiasm from his partner, but together they play to the crowd as they make their way to the ring. COLE Looks like these two have their fair share of supporters tonight. CABOOSE I'm sure Malibu's got some hometown folk here as well! BUFFER Approaching the ring at this time, they are the OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...at a combined weight of four hundred, twenty eight pounds, first, from Grand Rapids, Michigan, he is "Silky Smooth" LEON ROOOOODEZ! His tag team partner, from Providence, Rhode Island, he is known as the OAOAST Franchise, ZAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! COLE They've got a big test ahead of them. They're not the most experienced duo on our roster, but alone they've been two of the greatest superstars in their own rights. A curveball was thrown to them in the form of the steel cage, which is a "regulator" so to speak to keep any Originals or Upstarts from getting involved. COACH Not to mention bring in some extra buys. CABOOSE Huh? COACH Hey, I read my newsletters! DING! DING! DING! With the bell rung, all Zack and Rodez have to do now is get into the cage. Which is easier said than done with the challengers guarding the doorway. Thunderkid kicks out at Zack and Rodez as they try to get in, while Reject reaches out and grabs the door, closing it on the champions. The challengers hold the door shut while Rodez tries to re-group for the champions, but a frustrated Zack is too busy trying to re-open the door that he doesn't hear his partner. A brief tussle ensues, before finally Thunderkid releases the door...only to kick it back, sending it flying back into Zack's face!! Zack crashes past Rodez to the floor, distracting The Silky Smooth One and allowing Reject to drag him into the cage! COLE Look at this...it's two on one here!! CABOOSE Great strategy from the challenger, you have to admit that Michael. Tag team wrestling's always been about isolating your opponent and believe me, Leon Rodez is competely isolated while he's alone in this Cage. As he's dragged into the cage, Rodez manages to push Reject away, but Thunderkid fires a boot up into the chest as he tries to get in. Quickly TK pulls Rodez the rest of the way in and slams the door, ordering the referee to lock it. Zack is still on the floor, but the referee locks it anyway as the match is underway. Meanwhile, Reject and TK put the boots to Rodez in the cage. Backed up in the corner, Rodez tries to cover up but the stomps and the straight kicks keep coming and he finds himself under barrage. Rodez falls to his knees under the onslaught. But Reject quickly pulls him back up, whipping him out of the corner and across the ring. Hurtling towards the opposite turnbuckles, Rodez plants his hands on the top rope and lifts himself up and over the charging Reject...only to fall right in front of Thunderkid, who wipes him out with a clothesline to the back of the head! Reject then follows up with some more stomps, TK joining in, beating down Rodez as boos rain down on the challengers. "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" The crowd start to will Zack to get up and in the match, but he remains laid out on the arena floor, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead. That allows the challenger all the time in the world to pull Rodez to his feet. TK holds Rodez by the hair for a Reject kick, then pins his arms behind his back for another. TK then whips Rodez around, pulling him into a short-arm clothesline. COLE This doesn't look good. Zack's locked out of the cage and he's already busted open! TK and Reject could win the title without Zack even getting in the cage! Together, the challengers slowly pull Rodez to his feet. Desperately Rodez starts to pepper Reject in the gut with right hands from his knees, but TK lays in with clubbing forearms to the back to weaken him down. He and Reject then pull Rodez to his feet, each taking him behind the head and charging across the ring... *CHING!* ...and HURLING Rodez face-first into the wall of the cage!! Rodez bounces back off the cage and falls to his hands and knees, the challenger stalking over him. Looking to each other, Reject gives TK the nod and they pull Rodez up again. And taking Rodez by the head, they charge across the opposite side... *CHING!* ...sending him into the opposite side of the cage!! CABOOSE These guys aren't wasting any time in doing their damage. Rodez falls flat on his face in the centre of the ring as TK and Reject discuss what they're going to do next. Whatever their plans were though, they soon change as they see the referee on the outside of the cage hurriedly trying to unlock the door for a groggy but awake Zack Malibu. The cage door opens and Zack tries to crawl in. But Reject rushes across the ring, baseball sliding across and knocking Zack back out to the floor. Reject then orders the door locked again, while TK bides his time choking Rodez with the flat of his boot. "WE WANT ZACK!" "WE WANT ZACK!" "WE WANT ZACK!" "WE WANT ZACK!" COACH I think these people want Zack guys! CABOOSE Suh-wish. Thunderkid continues to choke away on The Silky Smooth One, until Reject brushes him aside to drop a legdrop across the throat. On the outside, Zack tries to pull himself up once more. Something which Thunderkid sees and decides he wants no part of, making a pin on Rodez as he tries to end the match... 1... 2... Kickout. TK drags Rodez back to his feet, sending him into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, the back of Rodez's head whiplashes over and crashes into the cage wall, causing him to stumble slowly back. So TK changes tactic, booting Rodez in the gut before hitting the side ropes and executing a swinging neckbreaker. Reject keeps a watch on Zack, content to let his partner continue his dominance. Backing into the corner, TK climbs to the middle rope and waits for Rodez to climb back to his feet. Slowly Rodez does, lumbering around and taking a leaping right hand directly between the eyes. Head snapping back, Rodez collapses backwards, TK cradling his leg instantly with a pin... 1... 2... Kickout. COLE The challengers are trying to get this match over with as quickly as possible here, before Zack can get a chance to get in. Because once he does, the odds are even and Zack is no stranger to this kind of environment. CABOOSE No doubt. He's been in Cage Matches, he's been in War Games...and right now, he's probably pissed off that he's busted open. I don't blame Thunderkid and Reject for not wanting him in there now. Pulling Rodez to his feet again, TK slams a knee into the gut of Rodez...and a second, before applying a front facelock. He then shoots the arm over the back, dropping to one knee with a modified facebuster that leaves Rodez on all fours, dazed. TK then hits the ropes and drives a basement dropkick to the side of Leon's head. Climbing back up, TK takes a quick glance over and sees Reject busy holding the door shut, trying to prevent the referee from unlocking it as Zack is up again and trying to get in. The incompetent referee isn't doing him any favours though. So Zack takes matters into his own hands, storming past the ref and climbing the cage, to a big pop from the crowd! COLE Here we go! Here comes Zack! *CHING!* But Zack doesn't make it far up the cage wall, as Reject dropkicks the cage causing Zack to lose his grip and crash back to the arena floor. CABOOSE Yeah...and there goes Zack. Zack clambers back up and starts to look around for another way in, unable to see one but trying determinedly. Again he begins to climb the cage from the outside. But again, Reject stops him, shaking the cage violently until Zack falls back to earth. But all this is distracting Reject from what's going on behind him...Leon Rodez fighting back on Thunderkid! Rodez fires away with right hand after right hand, backing TK up a couple of steps before charging him with a clothesli...NO! Thunderkid ducks, turning on his heels just as Rodez charges again. Stooping low, TK lifts up Rodez for a slam. Rodez floats over the back though, landing behind TK and yanking him down by the head, right into the knees with a Lungblower!! A quivering TK rolls away holding his ribs, as finally Reject sees what's going down and abandons Zack, charging Rodez with right hands. Rodez retaliates and the two are exchanging right hands now, allowing Zack to rush back over and get the referee to unlock the cage door!! The ref isn't exactly quick on the draw though, which allows Reject time to catch Rodez in the eyes, then duck low and charge Rodez spine first into the turnbuckles. Rodez slumps to a crouched position, as Reject quickly turns back towards Zack... *WHAM!* "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...WHO'S IN THE CAGE AND EXPLODES ON REJECT WITH A SPEAR!!!! COLE Aw damn, Zack's in the cage and business has picked up bah gawd! Stumbling away from Reject, Zack scrambles over to TK and pulls him up. An irish whip sends TK across the ring and back into a standing dropkick, catching the challenger right on the BUTT of the jaw. Zack then goes over to Rodez, checking he's okay. And he seems to be, hugging a rather bemused Zack like an long lost friend. Rodez then brushes past Zack to go after TK, nailing him with a right hand. And a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!!" ...and a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!!" ...a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!!" ...three chops, rocking Thunderkid... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!!" ...before Zack lays in with one himself. TK stands sucking wind as Zack and Leon quickly discuss strategy, Zack picking TK up in his arms as if going for a Spinebuster. But instead of that, Zack holds TK in place while Rodez rushes past into the ropes. Back he comes, hitting the opposite ropes, before slowing down in time to rock TK with a devestating Hart Attack...EYEPOKE!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OHMAHGAWD~! COLE Feel the Devesta-SHUN~! As Thunderkid blindly fumbles at his face, Zack drops him with an inverted atomic drop before looking at his partner in despair. Rodez is pretty pleased with the move himself though. So Zack shrugs, grabbing Rodez's arm and pulling him in for a double clothesline! Down goes TK, but the champs continue their hand holding and nail Reject with a double clothesline too! The challengers both lay downed on the mat, as Zack checks his forehead...which isn't too badly cut, the blood not flowing at the moment...while Rodez fires up the crowd. CABOOSE For a makeshift team, these two aren't entirely terrible. COLE Trust me folks, coming from 'Boose, this is a compliment. CABOOSE It's the best they'll ever get too. Both challengers get up at the same time, so the champions approach, and pair off. Zack takes Reject, while Rodez takes Thunderkid, and then send them across the ring, into the ropes. Leon and Zack spring off their feet, each man catching his respective opponent with a dropkick to the chin. The champions get up and immediately pull their stunned foes off the canvas, and then lead them towards the wall of the cage, as Thunderkid gets hurled into one side of the steel while his partner is sent sailing into it just across the ring! Thunderkid falls to the canvas, while the impact has Reject hobbling, and he staggers around right into Zack, who takes his wrist, wrenches his arm, and then pulls him in, planting him with a quick inverted atomic drop! Malibu then drops his head and hooks the waist, completing the chain with a Northern Lights Suplex, as the crowd counts along with the referee's count. ONE! TWO! NO! After Reject's kickout, Zack immediately rolls to his feet, only to see his partner whipping Thunderkid in his direction! Malibu immediately spins to the side and grabs Thunderkid, lifting him up horizontally before dropping him on the canvas with a crushing sideslam! As soon as he makes impact, Rodez bounds for the side ropes, rebounding towards his fallen foe while Malibu rises up and hops over Thunderkid, then tucks his head to back bodydrop his own partner Rodez and have him squash TK with a somersault splash! COLE Whatamanuever! Assisted somersault splash by the tag team champions, who are doing their best to prove they can hang with the more experienced OAOAST duos! Rodez hooks a leg, and once again the champions have the challengers in a pinning predicament! ONE! TWO! NO! Thunderkid rolls a shoulder, so Rodez simply brings him up to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Coming off, TK is caught with a double hiptoss, but Malibu and Rodez don't take him all the way to the mat, instead catching his legs with their free arms...AND LAUNCH HIM ONTO A RECOVERING REJECT! CABOOSE Tossed like a lawn dart into his own partner! The crowd roars as the challengers roll across the canvas, both smarting from the dart-toss manuever. Leon and Zack look to each other and nod, then approach their foes again. Looking to keep their momentum, the champs pair off with their foes again, but as Leon brings TK up to his feet, he's met with a thumb to the eye, then taken by the head and hurled headfirst into the cage wall! This is all unknown to Malibu, who has backed Reject in the corner, and perches himself on the middle rope, and starts pounding away! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! S-NO! Thunderkid comes over and pulls Malibu down to the canvas, but Zack lands on his feet, knocking TK away with a back elbow, but it distracts him enough for Reject to power out of the corner and rattle him with an STO! The challengers then start putting the boots to Malibu and work him over, as Leon staggers to his feet, blood now tricking from his forehead! He sees his partner getting doubled up on and rushes over, spinning Reject around and nailing him with right hands, but Reject cuts him off with a well placed knee, then whips him into the corner. Reject charges in, but Leon springs up and plants both of his feet into Reject's chest, driving him back, then hops up on the second rope and leaps onto Reject's shoulders, sending him flying after a huracanrana! COACH Look at Leon go like a one man show! CABOOSE The challengers have done a good job of working Zack over, I'll give them credit, but Leon is definitely keeping his team alive. Rodez gets to his feet, and Thunderkid moves away from Zack and attack, driving Leon back into the ropes after several forearms. He sends Leon across the ring, but Rodez reverses in mid move and sends Thunderkid to the ropes...but misses his dropkick attempt, as TK clung to the top rope! Thunderkid then grabs Leon's legs and catapults him towards the cage wall...but SOMEHOW Leon manages to catch the wall, and starts climbing up it! COLE Leon Rodez is racing to the top of the cage, and I don't think that's what Thunderkid had intended! TK scrambles up after Rodez, while the crowd roars at the sight of the two men moving towards the top of the huge metal structure. CABOOSE Now these two both know it's not an "escape rules" match...Calvin said he wanted a winner by pinfall or submission, not by running away. COLE True, but what TK may not realize is he's being led away from his partner, and Leon has broken this match down into a standard two on two fight once again. By taking TK away from his partner, there's no room for a double team situation. Leon makes it to the top of the cage first, and draps his leg over the side, resting himself atop the cage. As TK climbs, Rodez grabs him and starts punching at the bridge of his nose, then takes his head and rams it into the cage wall! TK is dazed, but he clings to the cage for dear life, not wanting to take the fall off the wall. Down on the canvas Reject has gotten back to his feet, and looms over Zack Malibu, but as he reaches down for the popular prep, Zack nips up, and in one swift motion scissors Reject's head, snapping him over with a huracanrana out of the nip up~! The crowd pops as Reject scrambles to his feet, only to get blasted with a roaring elbow that staggers him, and then a discus clothesline that puts him back on his back! Reject rolls away from Malibu, trying to escape the punishment, and Zack actually lets him, as he spies Thunderkid pawing at Rodez, trying to yank and/or shove him off the top of the cage! Zack goes to the wall of the cage and jumps up, trying to snatch TK's ankle, but it's out of reach...SO MALIBU STARTS CLIMBING THE CAGE WALL! Rodez and TK continue dueling, until Zack manages to grab TK's ankle and jumps back down to the canvas, using gravity against TK to pull him down... ...RIGHT ONTO THE TOP ROPE CROTCH FIRST~! CABOOSE *sigh* If only one day someone would do that to Coachman. COACH Wha!? CABOOSE Oh c'mon, you make me feel dirty just by sitting next to you the way you fawn over everything with girl parts. Thunderkid clings to the rope in pain, until Zack pulls him down to the canvas. He positions TK near the center of the ring, in the perfect spot for a high impact move. Malibu looks up, and the crowd comes to their feet as Leon Rodez makes the 450 motion with his hands, and starts pushing himself up to a standing position ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE! COLE Is he...I mean no way, not from the top of the cage! Holding the cage wall, Leon gets both his feet on the metallic ledge, but as he pushes up slowly, a recovering Reject pounces Malibu, shoving him into the cage wall...AND IT KNOCKS LEON OFF BALANCE! CABOOSE HOLY SHIT! COACH I thought only fans could say that? Leon manages to grip the top of the cage on his way down, and he's dangling from the cage wall! He tries to pull himself up, knowing that a fall from that height down to the ground could prove deadly! Meanwhile in the ring, a groggy Malibu is pulled into a standing headscissors, and Reject hoists him up, hanging him upside down before stepping over the arms of the former World Champion...CONNECTING WITH PITCH BLACK~! CABOOSE It's over! Rodez can't help, and Zack just got hit with that devestating finisher! Reject covers, looking very pleased with himself as he hears the referee's hand hit the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO! NO! COLE ZACK MALIBU KICKED OUT OF PITCH BLACK! CABOOSE I take it back! The Fenway fans roar, as Malibu rolled his shoulder at the last second! Furious, Reject gets up and stomps away at Malibu, then drops to his knees and tears at Zacks's face, pounding his head into the canvas as well. He lifts Malibu up again, and tries for a second Pitch Black, but as he goes to lift Zack the tag champion shifts his weight, dropping back down to the canvas! He manages to counter, lifting Reject up over his shoulders, and when Thunderkid comes running to help, Malibu spins to crack him with the feet of his own partner! Thunderkid rolls away, but Reject manages to slide off Zack's shoulders and land behind him, snaring him in an inverted facelock, but Zack spins out of it and shoves Reject back! Reject, infuriated with the resilience of the tag champion, storms towards Malibu again...but out of NOWHERE Zack cracks him with the SCHOOL'S OUT before collapsing himself! COLE We've got the challengers down, one champion down, and the other hanging on for dear life! Rodez struggles, and after a few moments finally is able to get his arms over the top of the cage. He manages to drag himself up to the top, and when he does he pushes up so that his feet are resting on the thin metal rod. Looking down in the ring, Leon surveys the damage, and sees everyone sprawled out on the canvas. For the second time he begins to come up to his feet while on the cage, and the next sight you see is one for the ages as LEON RODEZ HITS HIS PATENTED 450 SPLASH OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE DOWN ONTO REJECT~!~!~!~! COACH DIZZAMN! COLE BECAUSE THE LADY LOVES FROM THE TOP OF A STEEL CAGE! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Rodez bounces off Reject and rolls around on the canvas, his ribs smarting from the impact of the splash. The Fenway crowd is on their feet, unanimously cheering the fan favorite's daredevil tactic. COLE He hit it, but he's got to make the cover! It's up to Leon! A groggy Rodez crawls over slowly, still favoring the ribs with one arm, while draping the other one across the unconscious Reject. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! CABOOSE They did it! The new champions have retained their titles here tonight at Dirty Deeds! "Jungle Boogie" starts playing, as the referee helps Leon to his feet and raises his hand, signifying victory. Malibu, bloody and still shaken, rises up to his feet and comes over, and together the champions have their hands raised to the delight of the crowd. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen your winners, and STILL OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, ZAAAAAAACK MALIBU AND LEON ROOOOOOOOOOODEZ! COLE Some were surprised to see them win the titles in the first place, others are surprised that they managed to keep them tonight, but there is no doubt that Leon Rodez and Zack Malibu are slowly becoming one of the most cohesive units in the OAOAST! After having their hands raises, Malibu extends a hand to his partner, only to have Leon swat it away and give him a big hug, probably thankful that his life was spared from taking that fall. Malibu just shrugs and congratulates his partner, and as they exit the cage the champions are handed their title belts, which they raise proudly as the Bostonians cheer them on. COLE General Manager Calvin Szechstein said he wanted action and some additions to the highlight reel tonight, and that match definitely delivered. The OAOAST World Tag Team Championship stays around the waists of Malibu and Rodez, but can the OAOAST World Title stay around Hoff's waist after the challenge of Peter Knight? We'll find out, as Dirty Deeds continues!

*HeldDOWN General Manager Calvin Szechstein is shown sitting in his office when the door opens and Alfdogg walks in.* CALVIN Hey, don't you knock? ALF I do if I'm in a good mood. But...I'm not. And I surely hope you've been using the time since I was in the ring to think of an opponent for me. CALVIN Well, to be perfectly honest, Alf, I haven't. And I also don't appreciate the tone you took with my name out there, and the tone you're taking right now. ALF And *I* don't appreciate YOU just sitting around on your ass back here while my 30-day period runs out. *OOOOOOs from the crowd* I've made it perfectly clear that I'm ready to defend my title, are you actually going to let me lose it like this? CALVIN Well, unfortunately, the OAOAST isn't dictated on what you want, Alf. Don't come in here with an attitude towards me because no one wants to have a match with you. ALF Oh, well excuse me! You *are* the General Manager, am I right? CALVIN Yes, oddly enough, you are. ALF Isn't it YOUR job to find competition for me? And if no one wants to face me, can't you, you know, MAKE them face me, seeing as, again, you ARE the General Manager? CALVIN Do you have any suggestions? ALF *laughs and grins* Yeah, actually, I do. If you don't have an opponent for me this Thursday, when I walk in to Providence...then how about if I come drag you out of this office, and kick YOUR ass? *Calvin is drawn out of his seat by this comment, but keeps a composed look. A huge OOOHHHHHHH is let out by the crowd, with scattered boos and cheers.* ALF Don't think I can't. And DON'T think I WON'T. *Alf and Calvin have a brief staredown before Alf walks out of the office, as the crowd is in stunned silence.* ~”Breathe” by Fabulous kicks up as the Mad Cappa comes out of the visitor’s dugout. He’s wearing a Yankees jersey and a backwards Yankees cap. He raises up his baseball bat, and it has the Yankees logo spray painted on it. The crowd boos him about as loud as they can, but thankfully no one throws car batteries at him. He walks over to the cage, tapping his bat against it before going in. He gets a mike and begins speaking into it after the boos end.~ Mad Cappa: So, here I am, in Boston, Massachusetts! The town of champions.. and we can’t wrestle in a place with a roof? What kind of second rate place is this? ~”Tessie” by the Dropkick Murphies starts up, the crowd roars. Tessie is the Royal Rooters rally cry Tessie is the song they always sung Tessie echoed April through October nights After serenading Stahl, Dineen and Young Tessie is a maiden with the sparkling eyes Tessie is a maiden with the love She doesn't know the meaning of her sight She's got a comment full of love And sometimes when the game is on the line Tessie always carried them away Up the road from Third Base to Huntington The boys will always sing and sway Two! Three! Four! Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only, only, only The Rooters showed up at the Grounds one day They found their seats had all been sold McGreevy led the charge into the park Stormed the gates and put the game on hold The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright Boston's tenth man could not be wrong Up from Third Base to Huntington They sang another victory song Two! Three! Four! Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only, only, only The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright Boston's tenth man could not be wrong Up from Third Base to Huntington They sang another victory song Two! Three! Four! Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Boston, you are the only, only, only Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Red Sox, you are the only, only, only Otaku II comes out in the Boston equivalent of Mad Cappa’s attire without the bat, and his tights have the Red Sox logo on the sides. Otaku looks the crowd over before jogging over to the cage and confronting MC, getting a mike of his own. He channels Ric Flair’s final Nitro speech.~ O2: You want to know why we, the OAOAST, are here? I’ll tell you, Mad Cappa! Boston is the CITY OF CHAMPIONS, baby! The Patriots won the Super Bowl again and the Sox broke the friggin’ curse! MC: Big deal, whoever you are. Who the heck are you, anyhow? O2: I’m Otaku II, and I’m a born and bred Bostonian! ~The crowd goes bonkers.~ O2: Soon, I promise everyone here, I WILL bring a title home to Boston, but I can’t do that until I do some wrestling….. What do ya say, Cappa? Why don’t we show the fans how you have a cage match? MC: Sounds good to me ~MC decks Otaku, a ref gets in the ring and signals for the bell, the cage gets locked as MC stomps on Otaku’s back, staining the jersey he’s wearing.~ Cole: Mad Cappa still doesn’t have any class, does he? ~Cappa continues to pound on Otaku before pacing around the ring flipping the crowd off. Otaku gets up and faces MC as he comes back, the cage is locked now, there’s nowhere to go. Cappa chops Otaku! Otaku is staggered, but he comes right back with a tough chop of his own, driving Cappa back. Cappa swings a wild right, but Otaku dodges it. Cappa quickly turns and snaps a kick into Otaku’s midsection, BUST A CAP!~ Caboose: MC hit the Bust A Cap out of nowhere! That’s a great finisher, a move you can hit at any time! ~Otaku goes down, but Mad Cappa doesn’t make a pinfall attempt. Instead, he gets his baseball bat, which he dropped earlier, and pulls Otaku up to his feet.~ Cole: Oh no! ~Mad Cappa clocks Otaku with his bat! Otaku is out before he hits the mat! The ref immediately calls the match off, awarding the match to MC since Otaku is in no shape to continue. Ayane, Tony, and Mike dash out to help the paramedics.~ Cole: That was sick! Caboose: That was smart! He took full advantage of the rules of the cage match! Cole: Otaku may never be the same again! Caboose: That’s the chance you take when you step in the ring. ~MC leaves the cage after Otaku is dragged out, holding his bat high as he goes into the dugout. The crowd boos mercilessly.~ SCHAIVONE Well, uh, we didn't except that. VENTURA You never know what you'll see a OAOAST event. That's what makes us #1, baby. SCHIAVONE Moving on. Jess, big match coming up next -- it's our first of two World title matches. Thunderkid and Reject will challenge the new combination of Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez for the World Tag Team Championship inside a steel cage. VENTURA You know, Schiavone, it puts a smile on my face, as a former AWA Tag Team Champion with the late, great Adrian Adonis, to see the tag division prospering. As we saw earlier tonight, tag team wrestling can be very exciting. Big wigs in other promotion's have left their tag division behind. But we in the OAOAST have the "No Tag Team Left Behind" act. It's really a shame, but with the division prospering the press avoids it. It took TK and Reject to bring the issue to the forefront. And what better way to make your voice heard than by defeating the previous World tag team champions, the Sk8ter Boiz. They proved they're up to the task. If I'm Zack and Leon, I put my beef with the GPX behind me and focus solely on the task at hand. Otherwise, with the match being fought in a cage, the tag champs might not only lose their belts but their careers as well. SCHIAVONE There you have it, fans. The tag titles are on the line...right now!

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

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