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- Kenny Rogers' performance against the Yankees in the ALDS (Game 3, was it?). That ovation he got when he came off the mound was something special. - USC vs. Texas in the Rose Bowl - June 24th, Red Sox-Phillies nationally televised FOX game on a damp Saturday afternoon. I was there and saw both Papelbon pitch out of a bases loaded jam in extras followed by Papi bopping one out to win it, causing the drunk girl in front of me to jump on her seat and almost break her leg when she slips and it snaps shut.

Another fine NFL Network game, this one is. I'm thinking that there are going to be massive changes to their scheduling and presentation next season.

Yeah, 3 is the strongest season in terms of consistent quality. Good season-long plotlines (the J.D./Elliot relationship, Turk/Carla getting married) mixed with great guest-star driven mini-arcs (Michael J. Fox and Brendan Frasier).

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The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room once again, where Cuban Wall and Vitamin X are FUMING! Vitamin X is pacing back and forth, holding his head with an icepack, while Cuban Wall breathes hard. VX does the McMahon SNEER~! The crowd boos loudly. VITAMIN X I don’t believe this! I mean, HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!? All I was trying to do was HELP Stacey! Really, I would never harm her. I LOVE HER too much to harm her! CUBAN WALL I believe you, man. I believe you! I know you better than Colombian HACK does! You’re a gentleman. You wouldn’t do what Heat thought you were going to do! VX That’s right! I wasn’t! But Heat was never going to believe me. Still, I WAS trying to help Stacey out. That’s all. Honest! Ugh. This gets me so STEAMED! I’M PISSED NOW, DAMN IT! Ugh. Let me talk to Puerto. I’m gonna call Puerto. Vitamin X picks up the phone again. He dials a number. VX Good thing PR gave me Lindsay’s parents phone number. Let me put this on speakerphone. X presses the speakerphone button. The phone rings. It keeps on ringing. And ringing. Finally, a voice answers the phone. The voice sounds like Butthead of Beavis And Butthead fame. VOICE (Over the speakerphone) Uh...hello? VITAMIN X Yeah hi, is PRL there? VOICE Uh...who? VX You know. P.R. Tha Puerto Rican...Edward. VOICE Oh. That’s right. Him. Uh...yeah. He’s here. Who’s this? My name is Cameron. VITAMIN X Tell him it’s Vitamin X. CAMERON Who? VX Vitamin X. I’m a wrestler. I’m a member of The Lightning Crew. I wrestle for the OAOAST. CAMERON Uh...what’s an OAOAST? VX Ugh! Look, Cameron, I’m not really in the mood to tell you my life story, so just please put PR--Edward on the line, so that I can talk to him! CAMERON I only know of the WWF. I used to watch it when I was little. My favorites were Hulk Hogan, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, Shawn Michaels, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan, and Diesel. I remember when Bret Hart took on Shawn Michaels for the WWF Title at WrestleMania XII. That was a great match. It went 60 Minutes. I loved it. Didn’t that match take place in 1906? "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN It was 1996, YOU DUMB CANUCK! MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Here...let me grab the phone, Cameron. Hello? VX Lindsay, hi! How are you? Where’s PRL? LINDSAY Other than telling 1,001 Canadian jokes, he’s doing okay. VX Oh. Can you put him on the line for me, please? LINDSAY Sure. P.R.! PRL ...and then the guy says, ’I’m not an idiot. I’m Canadian!’ BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LINDSAY Yo, P! PRL What? LINDSAY X is on the line. PRL Oh. Cool...Hello? VX P.R., thank God you finally picked up the phone! How are ya? PRL Other than being in Canada, I’m fine. What’s up? VX Well Puerto, Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly beat D*LUX, so now they’re the #1 Contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles. PRL ...Shoot. VX Yeah. But then here’s what happened: I took Stacey Robertson to the emergency room, because Colombian Heat just so happened to KNOCK HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND OUT! And then you know what happened next? Colombian Heat storms into the ER and BEATS ME UP! God, I have a bruise above my right eye, my back is sore! Heat really did a number on me, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I WASN’T PREPARED TO FIGHT! PRL Geeze, he did ALL OF THAT to you!? VX Yeah. PRL *Sigh* All right. I can’t do anything about it this week, but next week, me AND Popick will both be there, and we WILL take care of Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly! He wants to mess with The Lightning Crew? Well, he’s gonna have to mess with me then! Vitamin X smiles. X Ha! Ha! THAT’S what I’m talking about! BOO-YAH! You go get them next week, Puerto! Thanks, man. PUERTO RICAN Hey. Anytime. Don’t forget to give me a Christmas present! VX Oh I will. I will. I got it already. (mouthing to Cuban Wall) not really. PRL Great! I can’t wait to get it! Hope it’s what I wanted! VX Oh...I’m sure--sure it is! PRL Excellent. Well, I better get going. Lindsay’s family is going to go lumberjacking, or curling, or going to a Rush concert or some other Canadian crap. See you next week, X. VITAMIN X Yeah, see you, P. PRL Ciao. Don’t ever let your brother pick up the phone again, Lindsay! He should be locked up in a mental institution, that’s where he should be-- *Click* VITAMIN X Well, that was easy. CUBAN WALL Lindsay’s family sure does suck, don’t they? VX Probably. But more importantly than all that, PRL WILL RETURN next week on HeldDOWN~!. I can’t wait to see what he does to Colombian HACK! It’s going to be good! Real good. Gabby Hayes good. HA HA! Now excuse me, but I gotta go get PRL a Christmas present. I’ll be right back. CUBAN WALL Did you get anything for me? VX Uh...no. Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX OW! CUBAN WALL Good. Because I don’t want anything. I hate Christmas. Christmas is for commies and hippies! VX THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUNCH ME IN THE JAW FOR!?!? CUBAN WALL Cuz I felt like it. VX GOD! Vitamin X leaves. Cuban Wall watches him leave. The crowd boos. COLE Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick, the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, will be here next week! COACH I can’t wait! Yippee! As we return to HeldDOWN~!, the familiar sound of "Magnus Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon" is mixed with the boos of the American crowd, as on the way to the ring strolls a bitter looking Alfdogg. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Team Canada... weighing in at two hundred, fourty pounds... AAAAALLLLLLFFFFDDOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Alright. This match was scheduled to be a prelude to Mainframe Monday, where it will be 24/7 Champion versus X Division Champion versus Heartland Champion, or as it was set to be, Canadian Champion. However, you're now looking at the former Canadian Champion, meaning Alfdogg is now out of the New Year's Spectacular. But, this'll be an interesting match nonetheless. Back on our last edition of Syndicated, Bohemoth scored a pinfall victory over the former World Champion... COACH In a tag team match. COLE ...in a tag team match, yes. But a win all the same. Imagine what a victory here in one on one action would do for The Meterosexual Monster. COACH He's got nothing to lose tonight. Mostly because, for some reason, Bohemoth's title isn't on the line. COLE Well, there's a little matter of the Mainframe Monday vote Coach, which has already started. We can't have titles flying about now that people are voting in numbers for which Champion has to defend their title. In the ring now, Alfdogg motions for Michael Buffer to hand him the microphone. The crowd start booing, ready and waiting for a patented Alfdogg cheapshot at the expence of the local sports franchise or franchises. But this week Alfdogg apparantly has other ideas. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Alfdogg wheels around AND WIPES OUT REFEREE CHARLES ROBINSON WITH THE MICROPHONE!! COLE WHAT THE HELL!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Robinson hits the mat hard and ends up face down on the canvas. With no hint of a smile, Alf then hands the microphone back to a stunned Michael Buffer and motions for the sound truck to 'play the music'. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER And his opponent... from Greenville, South Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and eighty four pounds... the reigning and defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, here comes Bohemoth but... what the hell is Alf playing at? COACH I've got no idea. The sliding doors part and Bohemoth strides out with his usual coolness, the 24/7 Championship draped over his shoulder as he enters. However, as he looks up at the ring he comes to a stop, confused as to why there's a referee laid out at Alfdogg's feet... ...distracting him as TEAM CANADA ATTACK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wha... DAMNIT! IT'S A SETUP! The crowd lay into "After Hours" Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera as they batter Bohemoth from his blindside, Pantera clubbing away with forearms as Strutter tries to keep up with some kicks. Bohemoth is caught completely unawares and Team Canada continue to beat him down the rampway. Eventually Bohemoth manages to turn around, but Pantera blasts him between the eyes. Strutter meanwhile turns back and waves at someone to 'hurry up'. COACH Hey, look... they've got a referee with them! COLE This is bizarre. COACH No, this is BRILLIANT! Vote be damned, Alfdogg's gonna win the 24/7 Title and get a ticket back to Mainframe Monday whether anyone likes it or not! Sure enough, Pantera pitches Bohemoth into the ring and Alfdogg takes over with stomps on the 24/7 Champion, as Strutter grabs referee Mike Chioda and drags him into the ring with him. Obviously Chioda is just doing his job and stands back as the trio of Team Canada put the boots to Bohemoth! Alfdogg calls the beating to a halt though and tells Pantera and Strutter to pick Bo back up, while he rolls to the outside and snatches a steel chair. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Uh-oh. COLE Here comes the cavalry!! The cheers obviously aren't for Team Canada. They're for AMERICA'S TEAM as they rush to the ring, closely followed by BROCK AUSSTIN!!! The OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Champions hit the ring and although the Canadians get the jump on them, they're soon fighting back, prompting a pier-six brawl to break out! Brock and Pantera! Strutter and Benjamin! Alfdogg and Moss! Fists are flying and in the melee, most of the crowd don't even notice REJECT running to the ring, looking to pick the bones on the situation! COLE Now, here comes Reject! This is insane! COACH It's like the Knicks and the Nuggets out here! Reject skids in and takes over on Bohemoth, looking to soften him up some more before New Year's Day no doubt. It's chaos, with eight of the OAOAST's finest going at it. And it looks like nothing is going to stop them. Nothing except "Medal" (Kurt Angle's Theme), that is. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAAAAA!? COLE HERE COMES THE BOSS!!! Suddenly, all the fighting seems to come to a stop. Alfdogg and Strutter are sent packing and Reject sees the odds turning against him, bailing from the ring too. Pantera then gets a clothesline from Brock and all eyes turn to the stage, where Anglesault himself is standing, microphone in hand. ANGLESAULT Enough! Enough! Anglesault scans the ring as Team Canada regroup on the floor, Reject keeping his distance. ANGLESAULT I hate to break this little pow-wow up. I just happened to be in the building tonight and I've got enough things to settle and finalise, without you all causing me more problems. So, I'm out here to solve those before they get out of control. First off, the vote for Mainframe Monday has already started. Alf, you want back in after last week's loss and I understand that. But the less complication surrounding this concept, the better. So as of right now, until the New Year, the 24/7 rule is officially... SUSPENDED! Alf starts to cuss out the boss as Team Canada try to protest their case from a distance. To no avail, of course. ANGLESAULT And second of all, I promised these people and the viewing public a match featuring Alfdogg and Bohemoth tonight. And they're going to get it! So, seeing as you're all so desperate for a fight... far be it from me to stop you. As of right now, I'm making a match. And it will be ALFDOGG... teaming with TEAM CANADA... and the X-Division Champion, REJECT! A sudden scowl forms across Alf's face, as he glares over at the surprised Reject. ANGLESAULT And you will be taking on the 24/7 Champion, BOHEMOTH and his partners, the 6-Man Tag Team Champions, AMERICA'S TEAM and BROCK AUSSTIN! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Alright! The four Champions in the ring seem pretty pleased about that, definately more so than Team Canada and Reject on the floor. ANGLESAULT And I don't know what you're all waiting for, because that match starts... RIGHT NOW! *DINGDINGDING!* Referee Mike Chioda, taking over for the KOed Charles Robinson seamlessly, calls for the bell and Anglesault makes his leave. Team Canada still look shell-shocked on the floor, Reject left shrugging his shoulders, as the foursome in the ring dare their opposition on. COLE Anglesault has laid down the law! We've got an eight-man tag team match on our hands and it's coming up next! Don't go anywhere, because HeldDOWN~! will be right back after these commercials! Commercials Back to live action and not a moment too soon. In the ring it's Felix Strutter and Quentin Benjamin, their respective team-mates on each apron as order has been restored. A wayward elbow by Strutter is ducked by Benjamin who continues into the ropes. Strutter leapfrogs high over the former NCAA Champion on the rebound though, dropping down and forcing Benjamin over top. A hiptoss is blocked though, Benjamin switching into a hiptoss of his own... but Strutter lands on his feet! Gaining his balance, Strutter leaps onto Quentin's thighs and tries to take him over with a Monkey Flip... but Benjamin lands on his feet! And we are at a stand-off, much to the frustration of "After Hours"! COLE What action, as you rejoin us on HeldDOWN~! An impromptu eight man tag team match in progress, made by the head of company Anglesault after chaos ensued before the break. COACH That's right, we were expecting Bohemoth versus Alfdogg and although Anglesault kinda played party pooper with Alf and the 24/7 Title, he's made one hell of a match to make up for it. COLE Somebody's hoping for a Christmas bonus. Strutter decides to tag out to Alfdogg, which gets a chorus of boos. It looks like Quentin is ready for him, but at the last moment he wags a finger, telling Alf to wait a second... as he tags in Bohemoth! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, it looks like we're going to see Alf versus Bo after all! In steps Bohemoth and Alfdogg looks a little less froggy all of a sudden. Cautiously Alf looks for a lock-up, luring the 24/7 Champion in before suddenly switching behind with a waistlock. Bohemoth lands a simple elbow and breaks the hold however, turning around and whipping Alf into the ropes. Underneath a clothesline Alf goes. But on the rebound he gets scooped up and PLANTED in mid-ring with a Powerslam! Leg is hooked... 1... 2... Kickout by Alf. Bohemoth helps Alf up and lands a big right hand, backing him into a neutral corner. In follows the bigman but Alf gets a boot up into the face! Bo takes a backstep and tries again, but again Alf gets the foot up! Third time is the charm though and as Alfdogg hops up to the middle rope, Bohemoth grabs the former World Champion and pitches him off the ropes with a hiptoss! COACH Wow, Alfdogg came down right on his tailbone! COLE That's the least of his worries now... With Alf hurting, Bohemoth strolls over to the corner and makes the tag to Brock Ausstin! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Alf pulls himself up, his Team Canada cohorts warn him to turn around, which he does, right into a clothesline from his long-time nemesis. Brock mows him down with a second clothesline. And a third, leaving Alfdogg wanting a timeout. Brock doesn't plan on granting him one, but Alf buys himself time as he lures in Brock and grabs the tights, sending him sprawling throat-first across the middle turnbuckle! COLE Right out of the playbook of Tully Blanchard. Alf crawls over and makes the tag to Ken Pantera, who quickly comes in and clubs away on Brock's back with forearms to keep him down. Loading Brock up, Pantera then whips him corner to corner. Out stumbles "The Current Big Thing", into a Trapped Arm Belly To Belly from Pantera! 1... 2... No! Keeping hold of the leg to keep Brock from getting to his corner, Pantera lets Strutter tag back in. Over the top vaults Strutter, coming down across the chest of Ausstin with a stomp and walking over to taunt Brock's partners. "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" COACH What is this, a Bush Rally? I wish these people would show some respect. COLE They get none in return, why should they? Strutter return to Brock and drops the point of the elbow across the back of the neck before reaching up, with a quick tag to Pantera. A double whip from Team Canada sends Brock into the ropes, Strutter executing a drop toehold right across the outstretched knee of Pantera! Strutter just beats the five count and leaves the ring, while Pantera shrugs Brock's body off of his knee and makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Pulling Brock back up, Pantera executes a quick snap suplex and tries again... 1... 2... Kickout again! COLE You have to do more than that to beat Brock Ausstin. COACH Maybe, but he's making him expend energy with every kickout. It's smart strategy. And so are quick tags, Pantera bringing Felix Strutter back in. Reject remains noteably disinterested in what's going on as Strutter climbs up top and comes down with a double axehandle on Brock. The bigman doesn't go down though, so Strutter wheels him back into the corner and takes issue with the opposition corner, luring in America's Team, allowing his team-mates to attack behind the referee's back!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on, triple team in the corner! COACH More smart strategy. COLE Well, yes. Questionable but effective, I'll admit that. Chioda tries to maintain order as the beatdown continues. And by the time he turns around the Canadians and Reject are all innocently watching on, Alfdogg having unwrapped the tag rope from around Brock's throat. Strutter lands some kicks in the corner on Brock and looks up at Reject, the two making a very icy tag to bring in Reject for the first time. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE No love there. Remember, it was just two weeks ago that Strutter and Reject were battling over the X-Division Title. Out of the corner comes Brock, courtesy of a snapmare. Reject then delivers a dropkick to the back of the head and pins Brock down for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject doesn't waste any time and reaches up, tagging in Pantera and scarpering. COLE Reject didn't last long, did he? COACH He's making quick tags, being a smart wrestler. Quit looking for angles, you're not a journalist anymore. In comes the powerhouse of the team again and he hauls Brock back to his feet. A forearm rocks Brock and sets up an irish whip. As Brock rebounds, Pantera goes to the gut with a right hand and doubles him over, hitting the ropes and looking to follow up with a kneelift. As the knee is lifted though, Brock spins and catches Pantera with a backslide... 1... 2... Pantera escapes... ...and takes down Brock with a clothesline! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Pantera almost got shocked there! Tag is made and in comes Alfdogg, stalking Brock. Some kicks to the head do as much to taunt Brock as inflict damage, Alf having fun with his long time enemy. Slowly, Alf then sets Brock up for a suplex. Brock blocks however, placing his leg behind Alfdogg's and preventing the lift. Alfdogg tries again but again Brock puts the kibosh on those plans, spinning out of the front facelock and pulling Alf up onto his shoulders looking for the F-STUNNER-5... ...but Alf lands a few knees into the ear and sneaks down the back, wrapping up Brock and taking him over with a German Suplex, into a bridge... 1... 2... Kickout! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Great display of power by Alf to hit that suplex and keep the bridge, but it only earns him a two count. COACH They need to put Brock away quick. That's twice now he's nearly slipped out of Team Canada's clutches and got a tag. Alf beats Brock down a little before making the tag to Strutter. The duo set Brock up and deliver a double irish whip, catching him on the rebound with stereo dropkicks to drop the bigman. The man from Thunder Bay then makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" The crowd rally behind Ausstin as Strutter snaps off some right hands. Brock continues to power to his feet despite the blows however and he palms "After Hours" off. Strutter comes back with some more jabs, but again Brock manages to shove him away. So, Felix measures Brock and aims for his head with a Roundhouse Kick... DUCKED! Strutter ends up doing a pirouette coming around back to face Brock, who grabs Strutter around the head and pops him with a Head and Arm Suplex, throwing Strutter HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Ho - lee crap!! COLE What a throw! It looked like Felix was shot out of a cannon he went so far! Both men are down and the trios of partners in the corner route their respective men on. Apart from Reject, who's still not in synch with his team-mates and Bohemoth, too cool to clap. COLE This is Brock's chance here. He's been in an awful long time and he's got three fresh partners to bring in. Brock begins to crawl to the corner, Strutter remaining motionless but near his corner. Eventually, "After Hours" begins to come to his senses and after a moment to look up he realises where he is, reaching out... ...and tagging in Alfdogg... ...as Brock makes a lunge... ...AND GETS THE TAG TO CHARLIE MOSS!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" New partners on each side and it's the fired up Moss who storms in, taking out Alf with an elbow! And a clothesline! Followed up with a BAAAAACK body drop that sends Alf flying! In comes Ken Pantera and Moss' pent up frustrations haven't run out yet, leaping up and knocking Pantera down with a forearm. Reject looks to save the situation but a sidestep and a hand in the back sends the X-Division Champion soaring over the top rope and to the floor and Moss has cleaned house!! COLE Charlie Moss dishing out some Americana, if you will! COACH Stop being so bias. Reject is American. COLE So's Alf. COACH Hush. Reject pulls himself up on the outside and shakes away the cobwebs. As he turns back to the ring though, Quentin Benjamin suddenly comes running down the apron and soars, wiping out Reject with a Flying Clothesline on the floor!! COLE Woah! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Back in the ring meanwhile, Alfdogg is up and he walks right into Moss. A boot to the gut doubles Alf up and Moss grabs a front waistlock, taking him over with an Overhead Belly To Belly! Moss scrambles after Alf and makes the cover... 1... 2... NO! Pantera is back in, but Moss lands a standing dropkick to fend him off, the Canadian powerhouse stumbling towards the ropes and getting lowbridged, as Bohemoth sits on the middle rope and causes Pantera to go tumbling to the floor! The innocent 24/7 Champion then returns to the corner, while Alf swings for the hills on Moss. Moss ducks, executing a crisp T-Bone Suplex and following with a quick pin... 1... 2... NO!! COLE Another kickout, but Alfdogg is reeling! As Moss climbs back up, Bohemoth extends a hand asking for the tag. And Moss is happy to oblige... ...until Pantera pulls Bohemoth off the apron! Pantera and Bohemoth start to slug it out on the floor, leaving Moss to go back on the offence. But Alf is waiting on him and catches Moss napping, with a small package... 1... 2... 3- NO! ONLY TWO! COLE Alf playing possum and it almost got him the victory. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. COACH And nobody's playing horseshoes in a century. Both men come back to their feet and it's Alf who strikes, kneeing Moss in the gut and whipping him into the turnbuckles. Alfdogg takes a run-up and then charges in, getting backdropped over the top by Moss but landing safely on his feet on the apron. For a while that is, before Moss lands a back elbow, sending Alf plummeting to ringside. Moss turns around and nods at his handiwork, walking back into the centre of the ring... ...AND INTO THE FULL NELSON OF KEN PANTERA!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH He caught him! Moss struggles in the Full Nelson for a few seconds and he manages to prevent Pantera from properly clasping the hands, which allows him to bottom out and escape the hold. Rolling back, Moss pulls Pantera over with a roll-up... 1... ...but he's not looking for a pin! Moss climbs back to his feet and turns Pantera over, looking to apply the Mossy Knoll!! It's Pantera's turn to struggle but Moss perseveres and manages to get the legs crossed, trying to elevate Pantera, but losing the awareness of his surroundings... *BAM!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH EULOGY~! COLE REJECT WITH THE EULOGY, from out of nowhere!! The X-Division Champion hops right to his feet and laps up the moment. But he doesn't realise what's waiting behind him as Bohemoth slides back into the ring and stalks the X-Division Champion. Only when Reject turns to go for the pin does he notice The Meterosexual Monster. And by then it's too late to prevent being clotheslined up and over the top to the floor! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Reject manages to land on his feet, but is reeling. Bohemoth exits the ring after him. And at that moment, Reject decides that discretion is the better part of valour and he backs up down the ramp, begging off from the 24/7 Champion! COLE Wait a minute... where's Reject going? COACH He's luring Bo in. COLE It doesn't look like he's luring him in. It looks like Reject's leaving! Bo follows after one of his Mainframe Monday opponents and Reject keeps on retreating. Back in the ring meanwhile and Moss is still down, as Alfdogg scales the turnbuckles. Looking around, Alf sees Strutter and Brock battling on the floor, Benjamin having been KOed also. And with no-one to stop him, Alf soars off the top... ....AND HITS THE FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE Oh, he got him good! Amazing hangtime from the former World Champion! COACH And Alf and Moss are the legal men! After a moment favouring his ribs, Alf drapes himself over Moss and over skids Chioda... 1... Bohemoth hears the count... 2... ...and runs back to the ring... 3!!!!!!!! ...but he's too late!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER Here are your winners... the team of REJECT, KEN PANTERA, "AFTER HOURS" FELIX STRUTTER and AAAAAALLLFFFFDDOOOOOOGG!!! Alf celebrates the win as Bohemoth stops at the bottom of the ramp, glaring back up at Reject who is celebrating the victory all the way up the rampway. All of Team Canada get in on the celebration as Brock is left bemused about what happened, slamming his hands into the apron in frustration. COLE It wasn't schdeuled, it wasn't expected but it was one heck of a match. And Team Canada pick up the win... COACH Thanks to Reject! COLE What!? How!? COACH Reject lured Bohemoth up the ramp and stopped him from making the save! Otherwise, we might still be going now. It was Alfdogg with the pin and it's Reject with the assist, sealing a fantastic victory. COLE I don't buy that Coach. I think Reject was trying to keep himself fresh for New Year's Spectacular, knowing he might have to defend his title. But Reject won't be running from Bohemoth on New Year's Day, not if he wants to come away with whatever belt you great fans vote to be up for grabs! That's gonna do it for us tonight, Merry Christmas everyone! We'll see you next week! Fade to black

The camera cuts to the emergency room where Vitamin X is with an unconcious Stacey Robertson. The crowd boos the moment VX is on screen. X is pacing back and forth, very worried for Stacey. VITAMIN X Stacey? STACEY!? Stacey, can you hear me? Stacey? STACEY!? Vitamin X touches Stacey’s face. He shakes her by her shoulders, desperately trying to wake her up. VX Stacey! Come on! Come on Stacey! Wake up! Wake up! Please. Oh God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Please. Please, Stacey! Please. Please wake up. WAKE UP! WAKE UP! The X-Man is unable to get the girl of his dreams to wake up for him. He takes a deep breath, and then stands over her. Vitamin X looks all over the emergency room to make sure no one else is there. VITAMIN X God, I think all those clothes are restricting you from waking up. Here, let me take off your bra. That ought to give you some air and wake you up! Vitamin X starts unbuttoning Stacey’s grey shirt. He is just about done unbuttoning when-- COLOMBIAN HEAT THAT’S MY GIRL, YOU BITCH! Colombian Heat launches an attack on Vitamin X! The crowd cheers as Colombian Heat gets on top of Vitamin X and starts punching him in the face repeatdely. Heat stands up and stomps on Vitamin X’s stomach. Stacey finally begins waking up. HEAT Punk jigga! Punk mother--Sucka! Bitch ass! BITCH! Security enters the emergency room and crowds around Colombian Heat. They pull him away from Vitamin X. Heat tries to escape the hold of the security guards, but can’t, despite constant shouts of "LET ME GO, SON! LET ME GO!" COLOMBIAN HEAT You stay away from her! YOU BETTA STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER, YOU PUNK SUCKA! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! I’S SWEAR TO GOD, I AM GOING TO HURT YOU IF YOU COME NEAR HER AGAIN! GET OFF ME, G! Vitamin X is dazed and confused. He lies on the floor while Stacey sits up and covers herself with her hands, wondering what just in the hell is going on. HEAT GET OFF ME! Cut to Double C~! COLE I don’t believe this! The NERVE of Vitamin X! Trying to take advantage of Stacey’s unconcious state! What kind of a man is he!? COACH Hey, he was just caught up in the moment! COLE Caught up in the moment, my ass! You saw what he did, Coach! He was unbuttoning her shirt! Thankfully, Colombian Heat came to her rescue, but God only knows what kind of sick things Vitamin X would do to her if Colombian Heat wasn’t there! COACH I think I have an idea. COLE No, Coach. NO! I don’t even want to THINK about that! COACH Of course you wouldn’t. Stacey’s a girl. COLE O...never mind. Never mind. Coach, lets--lets just move on. Okay? Okay. (ahem) Up next is the debut of a tag team who's been heating up the rings of HI-GATE in Japan, Royalty Of The Ring. Previous OAOAST X-Division wrestler Alex Bryant's been in Japan for the past couple of years, honing his craft with occasional American appearances. Standing 5'10 and weighing in at just over 200 pounds, he was having success in the junior heavyweight realm of Japanese wrestling, but wanted more. Recently, he's found quite the team with a rather-large German-born competitor named Zangief Carpentier, standing 6'6 and weighing 260 pounds, but with the agiliity of a man half his size. Both men are skilled in the European style of pro wrestling, but have thrown their talents together to create some of the most impressive double-team manuevers in the business today. COACH They come to us as the current HI-GATE Duos Champions, as well as the tag team champions of British promotion European Wrestling Union. Tonight, they make their debut in America as a team, looking for World Title status, starting their journey towards the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship! Let's go to some pre-recorded comments from the Royalty! (Cut to Bryant & Zangief, wearing matching green tights, with "ROYALTY" down the sides of the legs in white, and long, green, sleeveless robes at the HeldDOWN~! Interview Set! They are wearing their title belts around their waist, with the EWU belts further up their torso than the HI-GATE belts) ALEX BRYANT OAOAST...last time I was here, I came in with some breakdancing fool who lasted in wrestling as long as teenagers in the sack. I come back, not as a man, but as a KING, as I've conquered the world with my new partner here, Zangief Carpentier, standing at an impressive six feet, six inches tall, with the body of a Greek God and the mind of a rocket scientist! One-third French, one-third German, one-third AMAZING! We went to Europe, they had no match for us. We went to Japan...no sweat broken. Now, we come to America with one goal in mind: one more set of belts to go around these beautiful waists! Let these people hear your beautiful voice, Zangief! ZANGIEF CARPENTIER Könige Herrschen Oberst! Wir werden erobern! ***************** Cut to a shot of the ring, with two wrestlers already in it, both pale, stringy-haired, and skinny. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 384 pounds...Joey Bradley and Darren Udds! "We Are the Champions" starts up, as the lights come down to one spotlight by the entrance. As the chorus starts up, a hole in the stage opens, and up rises The Royalty of the Ring, wearing their flashy green robes and facing the crowd. They face one another and shake hands, then walk to the ring, waving to the crowd... BUFFER And THEIR opponents...from Germany by way of South Detroit, they weigh in at a combined weight of 480 pounds...Alex Bryant and Zangief Carpentier...the ROYALLLLTY of the RIIIIIIING! The spotlight follows them into the ring, as they politely scrape the bottom of their boots on the ring curtain, then enter the ring, go down to one knee, and cross their arms over their chest. The lights come up, as the Royalty slowly disrobe, and carefully hand their belts to the ring attendant. ALEX BRYANT If you drop those belts, we'll treat you like the whore you are! *DING DING* Alex Bryant starts off with Joey Bradley. They quickly lock up, and Bryant gets a headlock. Joey backs him up to the ropes, then shoves him off. Bryant runs and bounces off of the ropes, sending Joey down with a shoulderblock, then blows snot on him. Alex bounces off of the ropes and Joey rolls over for a dropdown...but Alex performs a rolling senton across his back. Bryant rolls to his feet and bows, then pulls Joey up and shoves him in Royalty's corner. Alex tags out to Zangief, and both members of Royalty back up. Alex lays down on his back and has Zangief grab his legs. They roll forward and that shoots Alex into hitting a shoulder charge to Joey's gut. COLE Creative double-team move! Carpentier pulls Joey out of the corner and immediately lifts him into a vertical suplex, of which he holds up, walking around the ring, as the crowd counts how long he holds Joey up, catching on at eight... EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY! TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-TWO! TWENTY-THREE! TWENTY-FOUR! TWENTY-FIVE! TWENTY-SIX! TWENTY-SEVEN! TWENTY-EIGHT! TWENTY-NINE! THIRTY! ...And Zangief drops him! Carpentier refuses to go for a cover, choosing to shove Bradley back into his team's corner. Zangief tags out to Alex, who climbs to the top rope. Carpentier snapmares Bradley out of the corner, allowing Alex to hit a nice top rope Hennig neck snap! Zangief goes back to the corner, as Alex ties all of Joey's limbs up, then rolls him onto his face, a tactic known in Mexico as "el nudo". Alex then steps on Joey's back with one foot and strikes a pose for the photographers in the crowd! COLE This guy isn't full of himself whatsoever... Alex stops the pose, then leaps up and hits a back senton, breaking the knot up! Alex pulls Bradley up with a front facelock, then tags out to Zangief once again. Carpentier goes up top, as Alex turns Joey around for a neckbreaker. Zangief comes off of the top rope and nails a flying kneedrop to the stomach as Alex brings Joey down with the neckbreaker! Zangief rolls through and spits on Darren Udds in his corner. Darren tries getting into the ring, distracting the referee. The Royalty take advantage, as Zangief goes back over and lifts Joey in a torture rack position. He then proceeds to spin Joey around so that he's able to fluidly drive him down with a Dominator with his left arm, right on Alex's knee! Bryant chains that so that he has Joey in a Russian legsweep position, as Zangief comes off of the ropes and assists the Russian legsweep with a diving European uppercut! COACH You HAVE to admit, these guys have some insane talent! The crowd applauds politely, as Darren Udds jumps into the ring illegally and runs right into a boot to the stomach from Zangief! Zangief then does a tilt-a-whirl, flinging Udds up by the legs, then drives him down into a front Lungblower by Alex! Zangief converts his grip to a wheelbarrow, and hurls Udds out of the ring, through the ropes! Alex goes up top, as Zangief lifts Joey Bradley up on his shoulders for an electric chair. The referee's lost all control, as Alex leaps high up off of the top rope and basically does a tilted double-stomp to Joey's upper-chest/shoulder-area! But, Zangief shows off insane power, holding onto Joey's legs as he hangs limp behind Zangief, on his shoulders. Carpentier then SLAMS his opponent to the mat with a reverse Alabama Slam, as Joey bounces off of the mat face-first! Carpentier goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! BUFFER YOUR WINNEEEEERS....the RRRRROYALTY of the RIIIIIIIING! Zangief shows off his agility, kipping up off of the mat. Alex and Zangief shake hands in the middle of the ring, and then force the referee and ring attendant to put their title belts on them. COLE It's one thing to demand respect because you deserve it, but this is ridiculous... The Royalty shake hands with cheesy grins on their faces, then blow kisses and wave to the crowd. They exit the ring, waving to their "loyal subjects". COACH You might not like the tactics, but that was an impressive debut for the newest team in the OAOAST, definately one to look out for! ---------------------------------------- Looking for that last minute gift? Want free shipping? Well, forget going to OAOAST.com if you are too cheap to pay for overnight shipping because we won't be able to send it out to you three friggin' days before Christmas without getting some extra scratch in return! Good going.... Grinch. ------------------------------------------- * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest...one fall, 15 minute time limit. Currently in the ring, accompanied by their advisor MACKENZIE DECENZO... "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the self proclaimed meanest and baddest men in all of Latin America, the always unpredictable...LOS CONQUISADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS! Mackie points to her clients, who raise their gold fists in the air. COLE No surprise here. Mackenzie DeCenzo now advising Los Conquistadors after Theodore Moneymaker all but placed a bounty on Los Diablos de Fuego last week. COACH Mackie knows a thing or two about rebuilding a team's confidence. Remember what she did to the careers of Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. She turned them into champions when everyone thought they were dead in the water. COLE I understand Los Conquistadors have been put through some grueling training in preparation for their showdown with Moracca and Mariachi New Year's night. The best money can buy, as the Enterprise love to say. Uh-oh. We got problems. COACH Speak for youself. The Beverly Hills Blonds are their way to Sofa Central! NED Get outta here, Cole. COACH Yeah. Outta here! SIMON Sorry, Coach. I'm afraid you too. In order to prove we're not homophobic, we gotta hate everybody equally for the time being. You're still America's favorite brother though. COACH But... "Heart-Shaped Box" hits, the fans go nuts, and Synth and Logan emerge from the back. BUFFER And their opponents...from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada...the greatest rock n wrestling band of all time, the HEAVENLYYYYYYYYYYYYY RRRRRRRRRRROCKERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS! NED Welcome to HeldDOWN~! with your new broadcast team. I'm Ned Blanchard... SIMON ...and I'm Simon Singleton. NED Otherwise known as the Beverly Hills Blonds, former 3-time tag champions of the world. Be sure to watch us capture the gold again New Year's night. We'll talk more about that later on, but right now...right now we have more company! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * DINGDINGDING * The bell sounds, but the action is delayed by the unexpected appearance of the OAOAST tag team champions. Big Frank and Uber Bruiser stopping by to check out their hated rivals, one of the teams involved in the tag team championship match at New Year's Spectauclar: Monday Mainframe, in person and perhaps to get an up close and personal look at the business consultant of another team gunning for their title New Year's night. NED There they are, the two men keeping the World tag team titles warm for us until New Year's night, the Sooner Bruisers. SIMON A couple of bad apples they are, Ned. Not as bad as you and me, of course, but bad apples nonetheless. They're the only team I dread having to face at Monday Mainframe. NED The New Year's Spectauclar! And a spectauclar it will be -- that's the night the hottest tag team in the biz, the Beverly Hills Blonds, regain the World tag team championship for an unprecedented fourth time! SIMON For real too. That Michael Cole originally tried to con the fans into thinking Black T were chasing their fourth tag title last year when it was really their third. Michael Cole is such a tool. Mackenzie eagerly points the champions in the direction of the Heavenly Rockers in hopes of a physcial confrontation. And it works. They want the Bruisers right now! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" SIMON And it looks like we might get a sneak peek of what's to come New Year's night...tonight! NED Our favorite whipping boys vs. the most dominating tag team in OAOAST history. Distracted by the champions presence ringside the Heavenly Rockers leave themselves open to attack from behind, and Los Conquistadors capitalize, ambushing the greatest rock n wrestling band of all time. They toss Synth out to the floor and concentrate on Logan, pummeling him to his knees. Outside, the Sooner Bruisers put the boots to Synth, then pretend they're just trying to help him up when spotted by referee Charles Robinson. Charles warning the Brusiers not to get physically involved in the match or they will be ejected. Naturally, Big Frank and Uber promise not to interfere. NED I don't think the referee has much to worry about in the Sooner Bruisers. Los Conquistadors have this match under control. (shouting to ref) They're just trying to watch the match, idiot! SIMON Uno and Dos won't need any help anyway. The money our man Teddy spent training these guys in the jungles of Latin America have turned Los Conquistadors into savages. Latin American savages. They're harder than hardcore. They're extreme with an "X". And you can't get any more xtreme than that. Los Conquistadors target the neck of Logan Mann, clotheslining him on the top rope. Uno, or maybe Dos (they're hard to tell apart), then drops a series of elbows across the neck, pulling the head back and digging the fingers into the nose! Mann has his face stomped into the canvas and then is dragged to the Conquistador corner for a tag. The man who could be Dos or possibly really Uno whips Logan into the ropes and thrusts both forearms dangerously close to the throat on the rebound, following it up with a big legdrop. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Into the Conquistadors corner goes Mann again, driven face-first into the knee of the illegal Conquistador. For the sake of everyone's sanity we'll call him Uno, being that he was the first Golden Boy in. Accepting the tag for his team, Uno works Logan's body over with rapid rights and lefts, snapmaring him to the center of the ring and applies a neck vice to weaken the muscles in Mann's already less than 100% neck. "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" The crowd rallies behind Mann, as does Synth who has finally made it up to his feet after the sneak-attack by Los Conquistadors and the cheapshots from the Sooner Bruisers. Big Frank and Uber teasing Logan with the tag title belts, drawing another warning from the referee. SIMON Lindsay Lohan's here? Where? NED It's LoGAN not LoHAN. Although I wish it were Lindsay. You should see her orgasm, man. I tell ya, it's like a fish out of water. All squirming around while I'm squirting in. SIMON You know I love you in a brotherly way, Ned, but you really gotta start using condoms, bro. Otherwise you're gonna have a crop of children. NED Crop of children? Oh, I get it. I plant my seed in too many gardens. Crops. Niiiice. Turning out attention back to the ring, the fist is pumping and the adreanline is flowing as Logan makes it back to his feet and smashes the Conquistador's jaw into the crown of his head! The jawbreaker succeeding in breaking the neck vice. Logan glances over at Synth, reaching for the tag, but he's too far away. So disorientated he forgot where he was. Logan quickly recovers and inches towards his corner, shaking off the cobwebs along the way. But it's Los Conquistadors who make the tag first. Dos rushing in to drop the big elbow on Logan, before knocking Synth off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dos drags Logan to the Conquistador side of the ring and performs the Mexican Hat Dance, mocking a cherished tradition of Los Diablos de Fuego and their people. Los Conquistador give the fist salute, which leads Dos to stick it between Logan's eyes! ONE... TWO... SAVE BY THE SYNTHMEISTER! NED Oh, come on, ref! Disqualify the sonuvabitch! SIMON And some people have the audacity to say we break the rules. Huh. That was textbook rulebreaking right there. NED Tag! We have a tag. Uno going back in. Charles Robinson struggles to prevent Los Conquistadors from double-teaming Logan, so Synth takes matters into his own hands and steps in, fending off Uno and Dos himself. The crowd is none to pleased when Charles finds the strength to restrain Synth, ordering him back on the apron. Los Conquistadors again seize the opportunity, firing Mann into the ropes, and elevating him high in the air with a double backdrop. Uno hits the ropes and delivers yet another elbow. NED They sure love their elbow drops, don't they? In case you people at home are wondering, that's not an illegal double-team because Los Conquistadors did it within the allotted 10 seconds. SIMON Certain commentators--cough*MichaelCole*cough--have led you to believe the rule is 5 seconds, but it's really 10. Trust us on that. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Uno sits Logan up and places him in a reverse chinlock. Mackenzie directing the action outside, asking Uno to grind the knee into the spine of the back as he tightens his grip. Synth shouting words of encouragement to his partner, getting the fans into it as well. "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" Logan tries to get the adreanline flowing again, kicking and screaming his way back into it. Logan slowly rising to a knee, then both feet. Elbow to the midsection gets Uno off his feet. So successful the first time Logan just keeps rattling off elbow after elbow until he breaks free. Then it's off to the ropes, but Dos grabs ahold of him. Uno charges in...and Mann moves aside, causing Los Conquistadors to collide! Back to the ropes and a blind tag, Logan drilling Uno with a spinning back elbow as Synth follows up with an elbow of his own...straight from the second rope! ONE... TWO... THREE! NO! SIMON Oh, ho, ho. Dos just in time with the save. But it's getting a little too close to comfort for me. NED I hear you all the way, buddy. The match is starting to get away from the referee. If it gets anymore chaotic I might have to step in and help restore order. Uh, I mean YOU might have to step in and restore order, Simon. I'm hurt. All hell breaks loose as both teams brawl in the ring. Everyone from the referee to the men and women outside keeping a close eye on this one. Los Conquistadors forced to restort to raking the eyes to regain control. Synth and Logan duck a pair of clotheslines and dive through the ropes, wiping out the Sooner Bruisers outside! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The crowd loves it, and so do the Heavenly Rockers. Synth and Logan hammering away on their arch-rivals. * WHAP * * WHAP * * WHAP * Logan unstrapping the belt Big Frank wears as an armband and using it as a weapon, whipping the Man of Tomorrow! Los Conquistadors to the rescue, if you what to call it that. Uno and Dos blindsiding the Heavenly Rockers for a second time tonight. The Golden Boys, who thank you for not being their friend, send Logan into the guardrail before sending Synth back into the squared circle. A bad mistake since it allows Synth time, albeit brief, to compose himself and come right back at them. He levels Dos with a baseball slide and crotches Uno on the way in, pulling up on the middle rope. Uno, who landed out on the apron, is brought back up and suplexed inside. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! NED Oh, hell yeah! He kicked out. That's exactly what Teddy paid your training for, to make you a fighter. Helluva competitor that kid is. Jesus Christ! What is this crap coming through out headsets? SIMON Our so-called "director" trying to tell us something. Hey, you guys in the truck shut up! We're trying to call a match here. What the hell are they saying Ned? NED The hell if I know. Somebody on their way to the arena. Probably some chump. Synth goes for a hangman's neckbreaker, but Uno shoves him towards the ropes where Mackenzie awaits, and she blasts the Synthmeister with her Gucci bag! Synth rolled up in a small package! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Logan saves the day. As does Dos, who wallops Mann upside the head. The match degernates into another pier-six brawl. Double Irish whip by Los Conquistadors, and Logan goes tumbling over the top thanks to the Sooner Bruisers yanking down the top rope...just as Synth nails both Conquistadors with a pair of PERCUSSION DDT's! Synth covers both Conquistadors. NED Action! The Blonds leave the broadcast, at least Simon does as Ned stops in his tracks and grimaces in pain when he notices the camera right on him. NED Ow, my badly injured groin. Unbeknowst to the referee, distracted by Mackenzie on the apron, the Bruisers are bruising Logan outside. Meanwhile, Simon comes off the top with a legdrop, placing one of the Conquistadors on top afterward. Singleton boasts over his job well done, to the cheers and applause of Ned Blanchard. NED (laughing) Yeah! That's my tag team partner. You see, that's why we're walking away with the gold New Year's night. It doesn't matter what type of match you people select. That right there showed you why the Beverly Hills Blonds are the best tag team in the world, period. As Ned finishes his verbal blowjob, cameras cut outside the arena where the pink Pinto affectionately known as the WANGMOBILE pulls up. The doors swings open in a surprisingly manly way and out step... ...LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO, sporting taria's in support of the embattled Miss USA! Unfortunately for Los Conquistadors, Mackie's high heels have caught on to the ring apron, and despite her best pleas the referee chooses to spend his time trying to free her rather than make the count. NED Holy... Why didn't somebody tell me these guys were on their way? What? Oh, screw you guys in the truck. You'll be lucky if you still have jobs next week. Forget the lady, ref. She'll be fine. Make the count! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Simon thinks the cheers are for him, so he basks in the glory not knowing what's fastly approaching behind him. NED Simon! * BOOM * Singleton eats a double right hand. But Los Diablos de Fuego didn't come alone. They brought along the WIFE of Logan Usher Mann...HOLLY-WOOD! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Holly yanks Mackie off the apron and gives her the wickest bitch slap you'll ever see! Charles Robinson sees the mayhem all around him and calls for the bell. * DINGDINGDINGDING * Officials rush to restore order. 10 are needed just to pry the Sooner Bruisers away from Logan! Holly wants her some of Big Frank, trying to breakthrough the sea of referees and agents to get at the man who has caused so much pain and suffering in her and Logan's lives. The crowd still too caught up in the moment to boo the apparent double disqualification. Lost in the mayhem is Ned Blanchard, the victim of a Los Diablos de Fuego DRY HUMPING! NED Son of a biiiiitch! Go to break! Go...to...break! Anywhere but here! COLE No! Keep the cameras rolling! I'm loving this! COACH And another chapter in your disturbing life is revealed, Michael. Let's go to break. Alfdogg vs. Bohemoth is next. Commercial break

A piano plays a melody, causing the crowd to cheer. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. "COME ON!" *BOOM~!* Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The crowd cheers loudly. Colombian Heat dances his way out through the curtains. Heat raises his hands, acknowledging the fans. Colombian Heat points to both sides of the entrance, asking if they 'wanna see it'. And they do, so the doors part and Stacey Robertson follows her man out. Heat smiles at Stacey and pecks her on the cheek before walking to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, to determine the Number One Contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship! Introducing team number one. First, accompanied to the ring by his girlfriend and manager, Stacey Robinson! Originally from Bogotá, Colombia but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at one hundred, eighty pounds... CCOOOOOLLLOOOOMMMBBIIIIIAAAAANN HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAATT!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This has been brewing for a while, Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly taking on D*LUX to determine who gets the next shot at the HI-YAH Tag Champions, PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick. This stems back to a more innocent time, when we believed PRL and Popick were on the level and lured in then champions D*LUX. Now, Heat and Fly tried to warn D*LUX back then not to trust them but D*LUX didn't heed their advice and ended up paying the price. But on top of that, they also attacked Heat and Fly a few weeks back. COACH All part of the plan of course. COLE Right. And although Heat and Fly 'saved' D*LUX from a beatdown back at November Reign, they made it very clear that they didn't do it for them and all was not forgiven. So, we come to tonight as these two teams go two on two for the first time. Colombian Heat gets off the second turnbuckle, and points to the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull dies down. The lights go down in the arena again. Two spotlights shine on the entrance. After five seconds... *BOOM~!* Spanish Fly shoots out from underneath the entrance stage with pyro behind him. Spanish Fly raises his right hand in the air causing the crowd to cheer. "Krokodilamadurinn" by Quarashi starts playing as Spanish Fly points to both sides of the arena and then walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And his partner. Originally from Tijuana, Mexico but now residing in San Diego, California. Standing 4’11" and weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds... SSSPPAAAAAAAAAANNIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHH... FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Spanish Fly, throws his trademark visor into the crowd as he jogs down the aisle, up the steps and into the ring. A high-five is exchanged between the partners before Fly scales the turnbuckles and fires up the crowd. Fly then leaps from the ropes and takes his position as Colombian Heat brandishes a microphone. HEAT NOW, if all ya'll are ready to see dem boyband suckers get beat down like suckaaaas... and ya'll wanna see me 'n mah boi, Spanish Fly, make dem all'z feel the Heat, then make some noise UP IN THIS-- "BI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATCH~!" The crowd cheers along with the catchphrase. But, noteably, there are some boos mixed in with the cheers and Heat gets rid of the mic.. COLE Looks like we've got a bit of a crowd split. Obviously plenty of D*LUX fans in the audience. COACH Or some grammar scholars. What the hell does 'all'z' mean? "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" That intro to A1's "First To Believe", can only mean one thing. Well, two if you count the unimpressed look from the opposition in the ring at the choice of song. The other is D*LUX's entrance. Jade Rodez is first to emerge, her team gathering around her, "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant hitting a triumphant pose on either side of their manager, decked out in all purple denim. Jade and her team soak up the energy of the crowd before Jade points the way on to the ring. And Shayne and Tyler do just that, as Fly and Heat beckon them on. BUFFER And, introducing the opponents. Accompanied to the ring by their manager, Jade Rodez! At a total combined weight of three hundred and eighty eight pounds... the two-time former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... the team of "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... they are D*LLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE The former champions who last week won their rematch, but only via disqualification thanks to interference from Mr. Boricua. And D*LUX are pencilled in to compete on New Year's Day at Mainframe Monday, taking on Boricua and Cuban Wall in one of three matches; a Tag Team Tables Match, a Steel Cage Match or a Latino Thug Street Fight. COACH Either way, they're going to get squashed like bugs, just like last week. COLE And that's an interesting point. Will D*LUX be 100% tonight after the beating put upon them one week ago? COACH Of course not. When The Lightning Crew do a beatdown, they make it stick. D*LUX walk to the ring as usual. But as the trash talk coming their way from the ring intensifies, their walk begins to pick up speed, D*LUX not about to back down from the fight as they rush the ring and instantly start to slug it out with Heat and Fly! *DINGDINGDING!* Uncharacteristic for these two teams, it's an all out brawl from the bell. Heat and Tyler, Fly and Shayne, battling it out in mid ring as the crowd go wild. Not for one particular team, but for the action they're providing as they battle it out. COLE 100% or not, D*LUX are here to fight! COACH Not for long though. Heat and Fly know as well as anyone D*LUX are still hurting from last week and they're going to give them no reprieve what-so-ever tonight. Heat ends up getting the better of Tyler and pitches him to the floor, before jumping Shayne from behind to help out Spanish Fly. Fly and Heat then team up with a double irish whip, shooting Shayne off into the ropes. He manages to hook the rope and come to a stop though, prompting Fly to run at him. But Shayne ducks his head, backdropping Fly over the top... ...AND ONTO TYLER!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Woah! Shayne Brave certainly didn't intend that. No time for Shayne to mourn over that though, as here comes Colombian Heat. Heat swings with a clothesline but Shayne runs right underneath it, hitting the ropes himself and knocking Heat down on the rebound with a big Flying Clothesline! Fired up, Shayne then plays to the crowd before actually encouraging Heat to get back to his feet. As he does so, off the ropes goes Shayne again. He forgets all about Spanish Fly though, who is just climbing onto the apron. Shayne ends up bumping into Fly, who falls off the apron... ...and right into the arms of Tyler Bryant, who CATCHES Fly, turns 180... *THUD!* ...and hotshots him on the ring apron! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This time Tyler was ready and Spanish Fly pays for it. COACH Good job he's happy wearing masks. He might need one after that, to cover his face. More so than before. Back in the ring meanwhile, Shayne has stumbled forward and into a right hand from Colombian Heat. Another right connects. And another. Heat turns to the crowd with "Showtime" reeling and does the DANCE~!, giving Brave a little Shake, Rattle and Roll action as he lands a final big punch to knock him down! Colombian Heat then backs off the ropes and does the SHIMMY~!, dropping the Shaky Leg Kneedrop and hooking the leg for the cover... 1... 2... Tyler breaks the fall up. COLE Well, I was going to say that the referee has lost all control, but I'm not sure he had it in the first place. This is just a brawl here! COACH The nice guys explode, I love it! Tyler gives Heat a taste of his own medicine with a series of quick jabs as he reaches his feet. A boot then doubles Heat up, setting him up for an irish whip... NO, reversed. Tyler hits the ropes and on the rebound Heat scoops him up... and over. Tyler lands on his feet behind the Colombian, spinning him around and scooping him up... and over, Heat landing behind Tyler now. Grabbing the arm and head, Heat looks for the Bong Hit, but an elbow to the gut breaks that up. Another elbow fends Heat off and Tyler hits the ropes, charging back... and getting cut off with a beautiful Standing Dropkick!! COLE Amazing agility there! Concerned about his boyband good looks, Tyler checks all his facial features are intact. Heat has no such concerns though and he boots Tyler down, then makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Heat grabs a side headlock on Tyler to keep him in close control. It doesn't last long though, as Tyler pushes him off into the ropes. Back comes Heat with a shoulder block, managing to knock Tyler down. Cover... 1... 2... Kickout, Tyler pushing Heat off to his feet. COLE Pace is picking up here, as you'd expect from these two teams. Heat hits the ropes again, but this time Tyler leapfrogs over the top. Back bounces Heat again, caught by surprise as from out of nowhere Shayne Brave runs in with a forearm strike. Wobbling, Heat falls into the ropes while D*LUX regroup, before combining to send Heat for the ride with a double irish whip. A double clothesline is thrown, but Heat ducks underneath, continuing off the ropes and looking for a double clothesline of his own. A combined set of ducks and trailing knees leave him doubled over in pain though and prone for a D*LUX double team. Tyler hits a kick to the back, followed up with a kick from the front by Shayne, leaving Heat on his knees as D*LUX both take a quick step back... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...and CRUSH Heat's head with stereo basement dropkicks!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE New Kicks On The Block! COACH Well, at least there's one person in the arena who'll still appreciate that reference, eh Mikey? You're of the right age and musical taste. COLE Don't hate. As Heat stares vacantly into the distance, Tyler pulls him down by the basketball jersey and makes the pin... 1... Shayne keeping guard... 2... No! Despite the kickout, Stacey Robertson is worried and she tries to get the crowd in her man's corner, leading the chants of "HEAT!", "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" D*LUX set up another double-team, referee Nick Patrick apparantly happy to let things go still without any of those pesky tags and rules. Another double whip sends Heat off the ropes, D*LUX trying again for a double clothesline. Underneath goes Heat again though and he drops and rolls, getting out of the way as Spanish Fly suddenly SOARS into view, springboarding off the top and landing a Springboard Dropkick, one foot for each boybander!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Spanish Fly is so explosive! He can come from out of nowhere and catch you totally by surprise because of that amazing speed and agility! COACH And the fact he's so short. COLE What!? COACH Well, you can't see him coming because he's about a foot under your line of vision. COLE Would you stop! Quickly evening the odds, Fly sends Shayne Brave out of the ring. Over rushes Jade to check on "Showtime", while Fly targets "Tremendous" Tyler, running the ropes and wiping him out with a crossbody block... 1... 2... No! Both men are quickly back up but quickest is Spanish Fly still, weaving underneath Tyler's lunging arms and springboarding up to the middle rope, flying back with a Quebrada Press that wipes Bryant out and leaves him down for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Fly whips the crowd into a frenzy as he sets Tyler up yet once more. Shooting at Tyler legs first, Fly feeds himself into a wheelbarrow position. Pushing off the canvas, the little luchadore then arches back up for the Rube Goldberg Bulldog... ...NO, COUNTERED, Tyler bouncing Fly on the back of his head with a back suplex!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH That'll cut any flying off in a hurry. As Fly settles holding his neck, Tyler crawls on top for the cover... 1... 2... But Colombian Heat interrupts the count! "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" Now it's Jade's turn to play cheerleader, drawing a scowl from Stacey. In the ring it's Heat and Tyler going toe to toe. Heat gets the better of the exchange of right hands and goes to the gut with a knee, before firing off a couple more rights. An irish whip then follows, Tyler bouncing off the ropes and right back into a Leg Lariat attack from Colombian Heat! Down he goes, as Heat turns to the fans and yells out a mighty "WHERE THE HOOD AT"? COLE We're about to see a little bit of Rolling Thunder, I think. Heat backs off the ropes and rolls... ...but the Thunder is cut off, as Shayne Brave slides back in and dropkicks Heat on his way back up!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Heat rolled right into that one, literally! Shayne dives on top with the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Shayne now helps Tyler back to his feet and the tag team specialists are ready to do what they do best, which isn't sing by the way. It's tag team manouveres. COLE PRL and Popick are watching on somewhere and I'm sure they're happy with how this is going. When the number one contendership will be cashed in isn't clear, but either way, these two teams are doing the Champions' bidding for them right now. They're pushing each other to their limits, just to get a shot at PRL and Popick who are sitting with their feet up right now no doubt. D*LUX go downstairs on Heat with a double elbow. Grabbing an arm and a leg each, Shayne and Tyler then lift Heat up and bring him down across the knees with the double gutbuster! COLE The Cowell Movement! Before either man can make a cover, Spanish Fly launches in with a Front Dropkick, taking out Shayne Brave. Tyler Bryant reacts quickly though and clotheslines the masked man down, before finally capitalising on Heat with the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Only a two, which gives Stacey Robertson a little hope, pounding the apron and encouraging Heat to get back up. COACH Wow, look at her, huh? COLE That's the first time you've looked up from that laptop all match. You must be smitten. COACH I googled her and didn't find anything, so you take what you can. COLE How very disturbing. Deciding to pursue Spanish Fly, Tyler runs the ropes and throws a Yakuza Kick at the masked Mexican. Fly doesn't have too far south to go to duck it though, which he does, schoolboying Tyler over... 1... 2... NO!! Scrambling back up, Tyler manages to trap Fly in a front facelock. After a quick crank of the hold he then hooks Fly up for a suplex, hooking the tights and taking him up and over. All the way over, as Fly lands on his feet behind Tyler. A quick back elbow leaves Fly dazed though, falling to one knee as Tyler spins around... *SMACK!* ...AND LANDS A SHINING ENZIGURI!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, my! COACH Knockout city! Fly is OUT! Out indeed, Fly slumping over himself and to the canvas. Tyler cradles the head and the leg and turns Fly over, into the pinning predicament as Patrick slides over... 1... 2... 3- NO!! SAVE BY COLOMBIAN HEAT!! COACH What a cheat. Heat pleads some innocence with the referee, but that doesn't seem to be enough for Jade Rodez, who starts to complain to the referee. That doesn't sit well with Stacey though and she marches around the ring, pushing Jade in the shoulder and pointing a finger in her face! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OOOOHHH YEESSS!! COLE Jade and Stacey squaring off! Get ready for the fur to fly! "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" The two proud females argue on the outside and seeing this, Colombian Heat ducks out of the ring motioning for Jade to 'get outta mah girl's grill'. Jade continues to plead her case though, as here comes Shayne Brave. Leaping off his feet, "Showtime" Shayne drills Heat with a dropkick... ...and Heat's foot gets caught on the middle rope as he stumbles from the apron... ...RIGHT INTO STACEY ROBERTSON!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! COLE Oh my! Colombian Heat just fell right out onto his girlfriend on the floor! And I think he might have hit his head on the concrete when he landed... COACH Who cares about him!? Is Stacey okay!? Both Heat and Stacey end up KOed on the arena floor as a hush seems to descend on at least some of the crowd. Jade, having just got out of harm's way, looks on in shock as Shayne Brave also seems shocked at what just happened, certainly not his intention to hurt an innocent bystander. Having not seen what happened, Tyler pulls Shayne away though to get back to the match and to Spanish Fly. COLE This doesn't look good. If you can hear me in the back, we need some help out here for Stacey... COACH Don't worry, here comes the help! Pan to the entrance way, as out jogs a very concerned looking... ...VITAMIN X!?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Vitamin X!? What the hell is he doing out here!? COACH Helping Stacey, what does it look like!? As he approaches the ring, X drops to his knees and brushes the hair out of Stacey's eyes, checking to see if she's conscious. He sees oddly familiar with signs of consciousness in females flat on their back, but let's not go there. In any event, X sees that Stacey needs help and quickly scoops her motionless body off the concrete, cradling her in his arms as he heads for the back!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH *applauds* What a gentlemen! COLE Gentleman!? He's taking Colombian Heat's girlfriend... well, he's... where IS he taking her!? COACH To get medical assistance! COLE God I sure hope so. Wherever Vitamin X is going, he's going there pretty quickly. Back at ringside meanwhile, Colombian Heat has come to his senses and looks around trying to find where Stacey ended up to check on her. He looks up just as X disappears through the sliding doors with Stacey in his arms. And without a second though to the contrary, the groggy Heat abandons the match and goes after his girlfriend! COLE Wait a minute... Heat is leaving! COACH Ha, poor Spanish Fly. He's been abandoned. I don't blame Heat one bit, but still. COLE Well Heat is out of here and it looks bad for Spanish Fly now. This is now a two on one match, which could very well become a glorified handicap match! D*LUX aren't going to cry over spilt milk. If Colombian Heat wants to leave, so be it. They've got Spanish Fly to worry about still as they shoot him off into the ropes, sweeping the masked man over with a Double Hiptoss! Tyler and Shayne then give the signal that it's over, as "Showtime" Shayne heads to the top rope. Tyler meanwhile turns Fly over onto his front, stepping over and trying to lock him in the lucha-libre inspired 'pendulum'. However, Fly fights his arms away and manages to roll onto his back, getting his feet up into the gut and pushing Tyler off into the ropes... ...WHICH IN TURN CROTCHES SHAYNE BRAVE ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shayne ends up bent-double on the top, as Tyler tries to apologise to his partner. Remembering there's a match to get on with, Tyler then turns around, but gets dropkicked down by Fly! COLE Fly needs to capitalise now if he stands any chance of pulling the victory out! He's got one man incapacitated and the other man down. He has to strike and strike now! Hopping over Tyler, Fly quickly scales the ropes in front of Shayne and takes a moment to steady himself up top. Taking a look back to check his ring positioning, Fly then leaps up, snaring Shayne around the head and bringing him off the top with a Super Hurricanrana... ...RIGHT DOWN ON TOP OF "TREMENDOUS" TYLER!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE TWO FOR ONE! D*LUX ARE DOWN! COACH You're joking... Having landed on his feet, back up top goes Spanish Fly in one swift movement... ...MOOOOOOOOOONSAULT!!! COLE HE GOT HIM... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE ...HE GOT HIM! UNBELIEVABLE!! *DINGDINGDING!* "Krokodilamadurinn" hits and Spanish Fly can barely believe it, Shayne Brave's last lunge coming seconds too late! Fly quickly scuttles out of the ring and leaps onto the barricade, into the arms of some of the front row fans as Jade and D*LUX are left in despair. BUFFER Your winners of the match and the number one contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship... COLOMBIAN HEAT and SPAAAANNIIIISSSHHHH FFFFFLLLLLLYYYYYY!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Fly finally pulls himself away from the fans and goes back up the aisle tagging hands, leaving D*LUX behind, a very Un-Merry Christmas for them. COLE Despite two on one odds at the end, Spanish Fly, with a little bit of luck and some quick thinking, picks up the victory for his team! And he and Colombian Heat, they will therefore get the shot at PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick's HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! COACH I don't see why that should happen now. Fly won the match solo, it should be PRL and Popick versus Spanish Fly for the titles. To hell with Colombian Heat. COLE That's ridiculous, but what should I expect I guess. Fact is, Heat and Fly WILL get the shot at the belts. I just hope that Heat catches up with Stacey and Vitamin X. What X is thinking, I'm not sure if we really want to know. Back with more HeldDOWN after this! Commercial break

It's the 76th Annual Angle Awards! LIVE on TSM Sunday, December 31st! COLE That's right folks; one night before our Mainframe Monday special, the Angle Awards, our year-end year in review special, will take place right here on TSM with awards including best PPV of the year and best wrestler of the year. Also, you will see, full and uncut, the matches chosen by the OAOAST stars and staff as our TV, PPV and comedy matches of the year! You shouldn't miss i...... Cole is interrupted as a very famous Aretha Franklin song plays over the PA system. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! COACH What the? As the song plays the Angle-Tron starts to show select highlights from last week’s heartbreaking main event. 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Bruce is still in the corner using it to hold himself up after the match but looking like he’s on top of the world as he pulled it off, he’s done it. Zack starts walking towards him with malice in his eye, and when Hebner tries to get Zack to back up, he's shoved to the canvas by the former World Champion! Zack walks right over to Blank and stares him in the eye, but then turns away. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Despite the fans chanting for him not to do it Zack stands his ground, turning towards Blank again...and extending his hand, with a defeated and disgusted look on his face. Blank smiles a smile as wide as you'll ever see, knowing he's got Zack's back against the wall. He reaches out and takes Zack's hand, shaking it firmly while patting him on the shoulder and saying something to his nemesis. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Malibu pulls away in anger and immediately exits the ring, heading up the aisle, while Blank basks in the glory of victory. The camera follows Zack Malibu as he takes the long, lonely walk to the back with his head held down. The camera captures the raw emotion, the disgust, the anger and the frustration of him being forced to reach out and shake Bruce’s hand in a sign of respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Bruce remains in the ring, both fists raised in the air as he celebrates his biggest victory to date. Grinning from ear to ear because he knows he dealt a devastating blow to Zack Malibu, in fact a devastating blow to all of the OAOAST who never thought they’d see the day where Zack Malibu would be forced to respect a man that’s been haunting him for so long. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! After playing the recap it loops back to the handshake and repeats the image of Zack Malibu shaking Bruce’s hand over and over again. After the third handshake or so golden fireworks go off to the left and the right of the Angle-Tron as Bruce Blank steps into the spotlight. * BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* The Redneck Superman is one big smile, a huge arrogant, condescending grin from ear to ear as he stops under the Angle-Tron, turns around and then watches Zack shake his hand. COLE God I had hoped we had seen the last of him COACH I dunno… if Zack Malibu respects him, maybe you should too COLE What are you saying? COACH Maybe we were wrong about the guy Michael, if he can earn Zack’s respect and all. Coach is probably the only human being in the arena even contemplating that idea as the rest of the crowd seem pretty unified in their hatred and disapproval of the Wildcarder. Not that Bruce cares mind you, after all he’s on top of the world right now, he’s even bought himself a nice suit (30 bucks at Wal-Mart) and he may even have showered for this momentous occasion. COLE I don’t want to hear him brag about beating Zack Malibu, I can’t take it Coach And with that Michael Cole gets up from his seat and walks away from the ring, leaving before Bruce has a chance to get a microphone. COACH Michael? Where you going man??... Mikey??.... Well good I never liked him anyway! BRUCE BLANK Well, well, well AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! Bruce can’t help but laugh as the crowd lets him know exactly what they think of him. BRUCE BLANK Yes, yes that’s true… but I’m an asshole who’s got Zack Malibu’s respect!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! BRUCE BLANK Last week Malibu finally showed everyone that he can take it like a man and admit that I am the better man here, that I am the superior wrestler in the OAOAST COACH Now I wouldn’t go THAT far… BRUCE BLANK You all saw it, he reached out and grabbed *this* hand Bruce holds up his right hand like it’s a sacred artifact and grins. BRUCE BLANK He shook it and then he said “You know Bruce I was wrong, you were right – I am nothing compared to you big man!” BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK It may not seem like he’d have time to say all that but trust me, I was there, it was VERY CLEAR that it was his message last Thursday. And now with Zack conquered I have no fear in making following proclamation. Bruce points to the Angle-Tron MISSION ACCOMPLISHED BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK That’s right, mission accomplished! I came, I saw and I conquered the OAOAST!! TODD CORTEZ Bruce!! Bruce I hate to interrupt you. Todd Cortez steps through the curtains followed closely behind by Bloodshed BRUCE BLANK Hey Todd, something wrong? TODD CORTEZ Wrong? What could be wrong after last Thursday? No in fact something is very, very right! You see we just got word that the Angle-Award ballots have been tallied and well it’s very clear that YOU!... have been voted Mr. OAOAST! COACH WHAT?? Cortez and Bloodshed reach through the curtains and then pull out a huge 7 foot tall golden trophy complete with the OAOAST logo and an engraved plaque that says “Bruce Blank – MR. OAOAST!” and everything COACH Hey wait a minute! There was no Mr. OAOAST voting on the Angle-Awards! BRUCE BLANK Are you serious? TODD CORTEZ Very, apparently with Zack Malibu’s endorsement *YOU* are the only one worthy of the name “Mr. OAOAST” The crowd boos and jeers as the Wildcarders carry the big trophy to the ring and then present it to Bruce Blank. The Redneck Superman wipes a little tear from his eye as he looks at the trophy. BRUCE BLANK You like me… you really, really like me. BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK You know when I came here to the OAOAST I had a dream…. Of course that one had naked women in it but this is pretty damn good too ha, ha, ha! I would just like to thank the people who made this award possible. I’d like to thank Bloodshed and Cortez, they are the wind beneath my wings Todd just laughs while Bloodshed shakes his head trying to not show any emotions. BRUCE BLANK I’d like to thank Todd Cortez for bringing me into the federation and for finally admitting that I am the better man. I would also like to thank the fans, you never stopped believing in me, you never stopped chanting my name BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE BLANK There you go again, you guys are the greatest. Oh and one more person I’d like to thank: ME! If I wasn’t so great then it might have been difficult to beat Zack Malibu… TWICE. If I wasn’t so great then I wouldn’t be worthy of being Mr. OAOAST COACH Maybe Cole had the right idea after all. BRUCE BLANK Having now become Mr. OAOAST it’s only a matter of time before I unseat Mr. Phantom Champion so that this federation can *FINALLY* have a world champion they can be proud off. COACH World Title??... Bruce wants a shot at the world title? No *beep*ing way. BRUCE BLANK After having to suffer through one inept world champion after another – Peter Knight, Alfdogg, Drek Stone and on and on it’s time for the true Mr. OAOAST to rise to the top! Thank you!! “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” kicks in as Bruce turns away from the camera and then picks up his gigantic trophy. COACH Thank god Bruce can’t just book himself in a world title match, thank god for Angle-Sault being in charge. Trust me fans he’ll never let that happen! COLE Ugh. Well, fortunately Bruce is NOT one of the choices that you have in the World Title match at Mainframe Monday. As announced at the top of the show, Drek Stone will defend his OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship on New Year's Day. Your choices a star from the past in OAOAST Legend CWM, a star from the present, former OAOAST Champion Tony Brannigan, and someone who proclaims that he is the future of this company, Landon Maddix. Simply log on to www.OAOAST.com and click on the big Mainframe Monday banner to submit your ballot. Voting will remain open up until just moments before each match, so Drek Stone will not know his opponent until match time! COACH The Man is holding him down again. COLE Here are the rest of your choices. The Mainframe Monday logo pops on the screen. The graphics for each match come up as a voiceover explains. V.O. Which Hooligan will face the "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez? A) Scotty Static B) Johnny Jax C) Jamie O'Hara The next graphic comes up. V.O. Bohemoth, Thunderkid and Reject will battle in a triple threat match. Which OAOAST Championship will be on the line? A) OAOAST Heartland Title B) OAOAST X Title C) OAOAST 24/7 Title V.O. The OAOAST Tag Team Titles will be defended in a multiple team match. Which match will it be? A) Over The Top Rope Battle Royal B) Triple Chance Battle Royal C) Tag Team Turmoil Match V.O. Brock Ausstin and The Manitoba Mammoth Deon Black will face-off. Which match is big enough for these two monsters? A) Street fight B) Steel Cage match C) Table match V.O. D*LUX will face off against Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua. Which match will you choose? A) Tables Match B) Steel Cage Match C) Latino Thug Street Fight V.O. Los Conquistadors against Los Diablos Del Fuego: which match? A) Mexican Deathmatch B) Barbed Wire Coal Miner's Glove C) Inflatable Sheep On A Pole V.O. And finally, twenty of the OAOAST's top X-Division stars will face off in a New Year's Knock Out battle royal. Nineteen spots are filled, but the twentieth is up to you. Which former X-Division star do you want to see? A) The Amazing Rando B) The Superstar C) Ultimo Villaño X V.O. It's Mainframe Monday, the OAOAST's first ever interactive show. Go to OAOAST.com to vote now! Commercial break

COLE Folks, we'd like to take this time to give a quick shout out to all our men and women stationed overseas that are joining us tonight via the Armed Forces Television and Radio networks. Stay safe, guys. COACH HOO-RAH! The bell rings to draw attention to Michael Buffer as he stands in the ring. MICHAEL BUFFER LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, introducing first… Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh! Whua-whua-whuaaaaaaa The crowd starts to cheer as the Long Star Gunslingers make their entrance to the very distinctive sound of Ennio Morricone them to "The Good, the Bad & the Ugly " both Baron Windel and Jock Mulligan high five fans as they head to the ring. Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh! Whua-whua-whuaaaaaaa MICHAEL BUFFER Introducing first, from the Lone Star State one half of the Long Star Gunslingers – JOCK MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIGAN!!! DENG-DENG-DENGDENG!! WO-HA-WOHA!! Jock and Baron leap up on the apron and then turn one more time to wave to the crowd before Jock Mulligan enters the ring, ready for action. MICHAEL BUFFER Coming down the aisle, from Dayton, Ohio – “the Lone Wolf”, here comes JAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES WOLFENSTEIN!! ”War without end No remorse No repent We don't care what it meant” The rookie comes out from the back wearing a white boxing style robe with black trim and a black lighting bolt on the back and the name “Wolfenstein” written across his shoulders. James heads straight for the ring, not even stopping for a second to take stock of Baron Windel who’s on the floor. ”Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath No remorse No repent” Jock removes his white jacket while James unties his belt and then carefully hands his robe to a ringside attendant *DING*DING*DING* COLE It’s unusual to see the Gunslingers in singles action Coach COACH Yeah a bit, but you know what they say – it’s better to be a lone gunman than a lonely gunman COLE Yeah … wait what? Jock extends his hand towards James Wolfenstein as a gesture of sportsman ship, a gesture that the rookie reluctantly accepts while looking for any signs of duplicity or sneak attacks. The Gunslingers aren’t the kind of guys who’ll attack you from behind so the handshake goes down without any incidents at all. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and start to jockey for position, despite being smaller than Wolfenstein Jock uses his leverage and experience to force the rookie into the corner. When the referee instructs him to break Jock just steps back and gives the surprised James Wolfenstein a clean break COLE He didn’t expect that COACH Good, never trust anyone – I’ve always said that. Instead of going for another collar and elbow tie up Wolfenstein explodes out of the corner ready to attack his opponent, but Jock is just a split second too fast for that and manages to wrap his arms around Wolfenstein’s waist and execute a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex that would have made Magnum TA proud. After the belly-to-belly Jock moves up a bit and twists Wolfenstein’s arm into a hammerlock to keep the rookie under control. COACH That was a classic rookie mistake right there, Jock Mulligan was ready for it! James uses his power to force himself back to his feet even thought Jock is still holding on to the hammer lock. One he’s back up James tries to reach through his own legs to grab one of Jock’s but to no avail. The moment he spins out of the hammerlock into one of his own Jock Mulligan continues the motion and ends up in control of the big man once again. With what can only be described as a frustrated look on his face James strikes Jock with a back elbow that knocks the cowboy back against the ropes. The elbow only really stunned Jock who quickly takes advantage of Wolfenstein still having his back to him by winding up for the discus punch and then the second James faces him *POWii* The whirling dervish punch strikes James Wolfenstein flush on the jaw knocking the rookie backwards, sending him stumbling through the ropes to the floor COACH Holy shit, what a blow by Jock Mulligan! COLE He knocked him clean out of the ring Coach, Wolfenstein is in trouble. The rookie staggers to his feet, sailing back and forth on the floor as he sees double after the discus punch from Jock. The Gunslinger stands back in the ring, waiting patiently on his opponent as James Wolfenstein regains his bearings and crawls back inside the ring. COLE He’s tough, you’ve got to give him that Coach COACH He is, I mean he took that blow and he’s still in the match – not that many men could take a blow like that and remain standing. The two men lock up once more with James turning the collar and elbow into a side headlock on his smaller opponent. Jock tries to spin out of it but Wolfenstein has it locked on HARD! The Gunslinger can’t even get out of it by pushing James into the ropes to help push him off. When Mulligan starts to push Wolfenstein forward in the hopes of pushing him into the ropes Wolfenstein releases his opponent letting Jock’s own momentum carry him into the corner. Wolfenstein clenches a fist and the builds up a head of steam for the corner MISS!! Jock leaps over the top rope to the apron as James Wolfenstein crashes into the turnbuckles, then the Gunslinger swiftly scales the ropes to get to the top. When the staggered Wolfenstein turns to face the corner Jock comes off for a flying cross body block. COLE HOLY CRAP! Instead of knocking Wolfenstein down the young rookie stands his ground and catches Jock in mid air. Then he lets himself fall backwards as he throws Jock backwards over his head to the canvas. Wolfenstein rolls over onto his feet, crouching down like a linebacker waiting for the snap. Once Jock is half way up Wolfenstein explodes out of his stance driving his shoulder into Mulligan’s midsection with a hit worthy of the NFL highlight reel YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH That woke up the crowd! Wolfenstein just speared the hell out of Jock Mulligan. COLE He exploded out of the stance, this guy played College football, maybe even in the NFL COACH Did you check the net? I’m sure some nerd got his entire background all mapped out already. COLE Nerds? On the net? Never!. After spearing Jock into the corner Wolfenstein launches into his now familiar series of palm strikes to the head, shoulders and back on Jock Mulligan. After peppering Jock with a series of palm strikes James locks his opponent in a front headlock, then grabs Jock’s white trunks and raises him up in the air and then holds him there. And holds him A bit longer A good 20 seconds or so as all the blood rushes to Jock’s head while James Wolfenstein holds the 242 pound up in the air like he was light as a feather Until *BAM!* He lands a text book delayed suplex on Jock Mulligan that once again gets a positive reaction from the crowd. James gets back to his feet and then pulls Jock back up as well to whip him into the ropes. When James goes for a lariat on his opponent Jock manages to duck under the extended arm, then as he hits the ropes he leaps at James Wolfenstein with the Bandit Kick COLE JAMES MOVED!! The kick didn’t hit it’s target! Wolfenstein takes a half step to the ring out of the path of the foot and then grabs Jock’s boot in mid air, with a twist of his waist he flips Jock to the ground, steps on Mulligan’s left foot and then applies the ankle lock on Jock Mulligan’s right foot twisting it into a very painful looking angle. It only takes about 5 seconds before Jock’s hand hits the mat. * TAP!*TAP!*TAP!* COLE He tapped out!! COACH That must have been really painful man, the foot was like twisted half way around! *DING*DING*DING* MICHAEL BUFFER The winner of the match, “the Lone Wolf” JAMES WOOOOOOOOLFENSTEIN!! Wolfenstein drops the foot and then raises his right hand in the air for a moment before heading for the ropes, he stops for a second as Baron Windel enters the ring to check on his opponent. Either the good Baron said something or maybe he was just in James’ way because the rookie just pushes the Gunslinger out of the way and then exits the right without even looking back. COLE Come on now COACH Hey someone is in your way, you make them move – it’s the only way to get some respect Cole! COLE Either way it was another win for the rookie, Mulligan almost made a fool of him but Wolfenstein’s high impact offence won it for him. SCENE: The city. More specifically, an inner city area. Buildings are worn and torn. Laundry hangs outside apartment windows, even in the brisk air of winter. Snow is falling, and it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. It's also beginning to look like it's time for some more HOOLIGANDA~! *jump cut~!* The scene flashes back, and we see Johnny Jax, Scotty Static, and Jamie O'Hara (the latter wearing a Santa cap and drinking a 40. oz) parading through the streets, looking right at home. STATIC Ain't nothin' like bein' home for the holidays, you know what I'm sayin'? O'HARA When did we get to Atlanta? How much have I bloody drank? Static shoves the smallest of the three Hooligans aside, and O'Hara simply takes another swig. JAX Everyone's in the spirit out here. Some people are naughty... (cut to a shot of someone being inserted into the back of a police car, their hands cuffed behind them) STATIC ...while some are being nice. (a shot of a man and woman, in a very precarious position, is shown...complete with a black box blurring certain "activity") JAX Dammit man, we got kids watching! STATIC Sorry moms and dads, I know that wasn't the package you had in mind for junior! O'HARA Screw this. 'Tis the season for giving and receiving, so I'ma go get me a ho ho ho! O'Hara storms away from the GPX, who look on at their tipsy friend. Jamie goes and approaches a woman of questionable occupation, not exactly dressed for winter weather. As he converses with her, a police car drives by, slowing to a crawl to check out what's going down. O'Hara, angered that the cops are profiling him, starts shouting and waving his arms, daring the cops to come and get him. Johnny and Scotty run up and drag their friend away, but it's too late...the sirens are on and the cops are giving chase! SCOTTY I don't think this is what they had in mind when they talked about "dashing through the snow!" O'HARA Yes they did! Dashing through the snow from one whore's open legs! O'Hara drops his 40. oz during the Hooligans sprint from the authorities, and we fade to a black screen that's soon tagged with spraypaint, stating "HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM THE HOOLIGANS". And now, back to Sofa Central. COLE Hahahaha...oh man, leave it to Jamie O'Hara. COACH J. had the right idea, but at the wrong time! COLE Keep in mind folks the views of The Hooligans are theirs and theirs alon...wait...what do you want!? Michael Cole questions the arrival of Todd Cortez, who simply piefaces the announcer back, and grabs a live mic off the table! CORTEZ Are you KIDDING me? That's the type of crap you people buy into? Let me tell you somethin' about those Hooligans, talkin' about being "home on the streets". Those three vanilla midgets ain't got NO IDEA...NO IDEA what it's like bein' from the streets. The streets to them is all about image...all style but no substance. You think any cops pull THEM over? That they ever got racially profiled? Jumped as soon as they walked out their house for their lunch money? Have to live in the same apartment house as druggies and hookers and killers...the lower rung of society? They ain't NEVER had to live that life. They ain't NEVER had to suffer, but they wanna act like they're hard? Like they're legit? Well let me tell you people somethin'...I don't care which one of them you vote for...that loudmouth Scotty Static, that wannabe Johnny Jax, or that spot monkey O'Hara...come Mainframe Monday, I'm gonna punk off one of those posers, and THAT'S what's real! Cortez throws the mic down, just as Michael Cole is climbing back into his seat. The fans boo the "Urban Legend" as he heads back up the aisleway, and HeldDOWN~! will be back, after this. Commercial break

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B-O-O-M~!~!~! It's a festive night here on HeldDOWN as we are in the final days before Christmas. Fully decorated and lit Christmas trees are on each side of the stage, the entrance doors each have a wreath hanging on them and the AngleTron is surrounded by tinsel with a giant bow on top. "Snow" is falling onto the packed house in St. Louis, Missouri, ready to have the OAOAST jingle their bells and deck their hollys and so forth. COLE It's a festive night here in the OAOAST as we are set for the final HeldDOWN before the Christmas holiday. Michael Cole here along with the Coach, wishing everyone a safe and happy holiday this weekend. COACH So, what did you get me this year, partner? COLE Hmm? COACH For Christmas. What did you get me? COLE Oh.....uhhhhh, hang on. Cole stands up and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his checkbook. He opens it and scribbles on a check before tearing it off. COLE Here you go. Enjoy. COACH Twenty bucks? Nana Coachman tried this last year and I booted her dialysis machine out the window. COLE COACH Hey, I was mad. Anyway, we were on the first floor. "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson thumps through the arena and the crowd rise to their feet, thumbs pointed firmly down and plenty of middle fingers going up the other way. As the sliding doors part, the figures of Megan Skye and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix emerge, with Landon smirking from ear to ear, arm in arm with his manageress as they walk to the ring. COLE We are eleven days away from the 2007 New Year's Spectacular, Mainframe Monday and the voting is still open! You can choose who, what and how you want to ring in the New Year with the OAOAST. And top of the ballot, announced at the start of the week, Drek Stone will defend his World Heavyweight Title against one of three prospective challengers. Tony Brannigan, CWM, or this man, Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix! COACH And I'd like to think we're looking at the recipient of the wooden spoon right now. I don't see why any true OAOAST fan would vote for an SWF star to challenge out World Champion. COLE Maybe they want to see two of the most hated men on the roster tear each other apart? COACH There's that, sure. But, I certainly won't be voting for him... Pan out from the announce table to reveal Johnathon Coachman's BRAND NEW LAPTOP! COACH ...ON THIS! COLE Of course you won't, it's not even plugged in. COACH It's no... crap. Where's the outlet on this damn table? Landon climbs the ring steps and bounds into the ring, holding the ropes open for Megan Skye to join him. Sure enough, Landon then heads straight for the microphone, demanding it from Michael Buffer who's sent packing by The Next Generation. Of course, without a microphone in his hand he's worthless, so it's no big loss. A brief bout of boos are thrown Landon's way and he's forced to wait for them to die down before starting. MADDIX First of all, I'd like to take a moment to extend my congratulations to one Bruce Blank, on his momentous victory last week. After all the aggravation and the persecution he, as well as myself, have suffered since joined this company it's nice to see that finally, The Wildcards are earning some 'Respect' around here. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Very cute choice of words. Landon smirks as he waits for quiet again. MADDIX Anyway, I'll make this quick because I've got to get to Santa's Village by tommorrow night. To wrestle, naturally. *rolls eyes* Now some of you might remember a couple of weeks ago, me talking about my goals for the coming year. And I officially entered myself into the Lethal Royal Dangerous Regal Whatever-Moniker-You-Like Rumble on January 28th, with my sights set on AngleMania and history on the grandest stage. But little did I know that I'd be getting so far ahead of myself. It's always best to plan ahead. Little did I know I needn't bother. See, the buzz in the air is because you've all got the chance to play fantasy booker on New Year's Day. And you, you fans, you great OAOAST fans, get to choose who challenges Drek Stone... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon pauses and actually nods in agreement with the boos. MADDIX ...challenges Drek Stone for the OAOAST World Title on January 1st! What better way to make history, what better time to make history than New Year's Day? To win the World Title with the sounds of Auld Lang Syne still ringing in the air and the alcohol already on tap. To truly make 2007 your year. To start the year as you mean to go on. What better way could there be? It certainly sounded rhetorical, but Landon looks for an answer from Megan all the same. Megan shrugs her shoulders and tells her man she doesn't know. MADDIX In the spirit of cliché, now would be the time where I talk about making the ascent to World Heavyweight Champion my New Year's Resolution, or how that belt would be the perfect late Christmas present. I'm not here to spout clichés though. I'm here... to campaign. As you've heard before and will no doubt hear countless other times tonight, it's YOUR vote that counts. You and you alone will dictate if New Year's Spectacular will be main-evented by Drek Stone vs. Tony Brannigan, Drek Stone vs. CWM or Drek Stone vs. moi, Landon Maddix. You and you alone. So, right now I'm going to plead my case to you all... The fans begin to express their disinterest already, as Landon flips the microphone around in his hand. MADDIX ...and in the spirit of Democracy, you'll hear me out, I'm sure. Landon continues to flip the microphone around, seemingly trying to think of the right way to plead his case. Looking around the crowd, Landon's eyes dart a little. These people seem a little bias already. If he's going to win them over, he knows he's going to have to pull some performance out of the bag... ...so he drops to his knees in the centre of the ring. MADDIX PLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE vote for me, I'm BEGGING you!! PLEASE vote for me! COLE What!? MADDIX I need this SO much you wouldn't believe! My tag team partner is the World Champion over at the SWF and I haven't had a title shot in MONTHS! The bastard never loses! NEVER I tell you! This is my only chance now! PLEASE, PLEASE! I'm SORRY for everything I said about the OAOAST! I'm SORRY for setting Rodez up and stealing his title! I'm SORRY... well, let's just say I'm sorry for the whole damn run so far! I didn't MEAN any of it! I'm a nice guy, really! And if you vote for me, I PROMISE I'll be a great World Champion! I'll kiss babies, I'll feed the poor, I'll clothe the lepers... WHATEVER YOU WANT, just VOTE FOR ME, I'm begging you! I'll never be the SWF World Champion again, so I need THIS title! The other two guys suck anyway! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This is a little pathetic. COACH A little? Hearing the boos, Landon pauses for a moment. Pouting a little, The Next Generation waits for the fans to quieten down, folding his arms as they decide to toy with the SWF superstar a little. MADDIX Is this what passes as democracy in this state!? I'm trying to save you the mistake of wasting your vote here, you people should be grateful for a little honesty out here... “He’s Simply Ravishing…OW! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, MY! The crowd go nuts as Landon's head snaps to the entrance way. He and Megan both look a little confused, Maddix seen mouthing the words 'I thought Rick Rude was dead'. Apparantly, he's not up on the entrance music of TONY BRANNIGAN, former World Heavyweight and three-time Tag Team Champion of the OAOAST! COLE We haven't seen Tony for months! But he's back and he's back on the trail of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! COACH Yeah, I wonder how Dan Black feels about that. COLE I'm sure he's voting as we speak. COACH But for who? COLE Stop trying to create trouble. T-Bod climbs the steps and enters the ring as Maddix pulls Megan behind him to protect her. Not that Tony would be likely to go after her, but let's be fair, Landon doesn't know that. Brannigan grabs another microphone from ringside and smiles to himself. He's back. "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" BRANNIGAN Let me cut you off right there kid. I don't know if you realise who the hell I am, but right now you and your little escort there are looking at what a real man looks like! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" BRANNIGAN You're looking at a former OAOAST World Champion. And this New Year, I intend on winning that World Title one more time! MADDIX Is that so? BRANNIGAN That is so. You come out here and you start begging these people to vote for you to take on Drek Stone. But you've done nothing to prove yourself to me or to these fans. I'm a former World Champion and I never, NEVER got my rematch! I jumped at the chance to get in on this vote and I trust these people to make the right choice. See, if there's one thing all these people want, it's to see Drek Stone get his ass kicked on New Year's Day! And I just don't think you're up to the task, little man. You se... MADDIX Woah woah WOAH! If anything, Tony looks a little amused at this two hundred fifteen pound youngster daring to challenge him. Maddix is not amused though, as he glares at Brannigan, breathing heavily. In ANGER~! MADDIX You did NOT just call me 'little man'! Nobody, but NOBODY, calls me little man. BRANNIGAN I think I just did, little man. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Landon is really fuming now, biting down on his lip as he tries to contain his anger. It's all fixing to break down now as Landon is calmed down by an impromptu neck massage from Megan Skye, a relaxed smile creeping over The Next Generation's face as he eventually tells Megan he's OK. MADDIX I'm going to let that slide this time, because you're obviously a little over-excited being in the ring with a superstar such as myself. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Wow. COLE No respect what-so-ever from Landon Maddix! MADDIX You obviously have a case to pledge and that's fine. That's democracy. But, this ring just happens to be taken. So, let me put it to you like this, 'Tone'. What I'd like to have right now... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Tony smirks, folding his arms as this spiel seems 'strangely' familiar. MADDIX ...is for you to keep the noise down, while you take off and I continue to show these people why I should be the Number One Contender, as well as what a REAL sexy man looks like. We're not going to hit your music again. It sucks. Thank you and goodbye. Now... BRANNIGAN Hey! I respect the fact that you feel the need to plead your case to get a title shot, because from what I hear you're not that popular. But if you wanna convince these people to vote for you, how about you do it the old fashioned way? COLE Oh, here we go! Suddenly, Tony starts to remove his shirt and it seems like it's time to fight! Maddix starts to panic as Brannigan throws his shirt across the ring and at The Next Generation's feet, before treating Megan Skye to the DOUBLE BICEP POSE~! he's so synonymous with!! Flipping the microphone over, Landon wields the mic like a weapon and charges, trying to club Brannigan over the head with it... but Brannigan ducks and catches Landon on the way back with a big right hand! Another big right! And another, Landon getting bounced around the ring like a pinball! Dazed, Maddix stumbles around the ring, noticing Megan screaming for him to 'get out of the way' from the outside. From what though isn't clear, until he turns around into a boot to the gut and gets pulled into a standing headscissors for the Attitude Adjustment Piledri... ...NO! Maddix drops to all fours to escape the move and scurries from the ring like the proverbial scolded dog!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Look at him run! And this crowd don't like it one bit. Landon Maddix wrote some cheques that his mouth couldn't cash and now, when the action got too hot for him, he's runs away with his tail between his legs from Tony Brannigan! Megan helps to drag Landon away up the ramp as "Simply Ravishing", despite Landon's earlier claims, does hit and the crowd give it up for T-Bod. Brannigan leans over the ropes and points the finger at Landon before making the ominous "belt motion" around his waist, reminding the world that he wants the World Title. Still looking a little shaky, Maddix points back at Brannigan vows revenge, all the while retreating up the ramp as the camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room where Vitamin X and Cuban Wall are at. The crowd boos. X is lying on the floor thinking about something while Cuban Wall watches him. VITAMIN X Ahhh, I dreamt about her last night, Wall. You know that dream when you’re sleeping and they fly in through the window? Cuban Wall looks up to the ceiling. He has a sleepy expression on his face. Wall sighs. CUBAN WALL Mmmmm...Jose. VX What was that? WALL Uh--nothing! Nothing! I like boobies! Yeah! Yeah! Titties rock! Yeah! Mmm-hmm! Yeah! The crowd laughs. Vitamin X looks at him funny, but then continues. Cuban Wall breathes a sigh of relief. VX Anyway, it was a wonderful dream. Absolutely FAN-TASTIC! I’m sleeping, and Stacey flies into my room, wearing nothing but a leopard print bikini. Oh yeah. It was SOOOOO hot. When I woke up...I uh, I had to change the sheets. CUBAN WALL Ewwwww. TMI, dude. TMI. X Wall, I have GOT to get with Stacey Robertson! Seriously, I need to be with her! She’s all I ever think about! She’s on my mind 24/7. I can’t concentrate on anything else. Not on my stocks, not on my wrestling, not on my ingenious plan for world domination-- CUBAN WALL Say what? VX Nothing! The point is, Wall, that I, Vitamin X, have GOT to be with Stacey Robertson, and take her away from Colombian Heat, if it’s the last thing I do! And it won’t be. It’s just a figure of speech. You know? CW Yeah. Anyway X, if you want to be with Stacey, why don’t you go talk to PRL? VITAMIN X Why would I take advice from YOU of all people? Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX Ow! CW Because he’s got Lindsay, so he must obviously know something about dealing with the ladies. VX What about you? CW Me? I’m not one for relationships. Just screw me and be done with it. VX You’re a symbol of the feminist movement, you know that? Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! CW Smart ass. VX Okay! Okay! Okay! I’ll call P.R. I haven’t talked to him since Monday, I wonder where he is? CUBAN WALL Well, let’s find out. Vitamin X picks up the telephone in the room and dials PRL’s cellphone number. VX I’ll put it on speakerphone. Vitamin X presses the speakerphone button. The phone rings. After a few seconds, the phone stops ringing, and we hear the sound of screaming kids in the background, along with "You’re Gonna Get Yours" by Public Enemy playing. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN (Over Speakerphone) H--hello? VX P--P.R.? Are you there? PRL Yeah. VX What’s up, big dogg? PRL Eh, nothing more. (More kids screaming) Just trying not to go insane and suffer hearing loss because of these ROTTEN KIDS back here! VX PR, where you at? PRL I’m in Canada. VX I’m sorry. PRL Yeah. I’m spending Christmas with Lindsay and her family at her parents house in Toronto. We just arrived this morning, and right now, I’m taking Lindsay’s little brats--I mean, her sister and her cousin out to ice cream. (Loud screaming) WOULD YOU PIPE DOWN FOR A SECOND!?!? MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Jesus, you don’t have to be so mean. PRL It’s bad enough I’ve got to spend some time with these kids. But if I even have to spend a *minute* with your braindead brother, I am leaving TOMORROW! VX P.R., you know Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly have got a match tonight against D*LUX right? PRL What? Oh, they do? (PRL lowers the volume down on the radio) They’re not fighting for a shot at my belt are they? VX Yup. It’s a #1 Contenders Match. PRL Crap!...What, these kids haven’t heard that word before? When I was 8, I knew all the 7 dirty words you can’t say on television! VX P.R., I was just wondering, you think I should make an appearance during that match? You know, Stacey Robertson’s going to be there. PRL You still like her!? VX Yes. AUORA P.R. smells like poop! PRL Why you little--I DO NOT smell like poop! So, X, you want to make an appearance during the match? Uh...sure. Sure. Go ahead. Go ahead. You have my approval. VITAMIN X Thanks, P.R.! PRL No problem. We hear more of Lindsay’s sister, Auora, and her cousin, Katie, making noise in the back of the car. You can also hear PRL shuddering. PRL Hold on...Okay...if you kids can’t keep your voices down, I am going to turn this car around AND THERE WILL BE NO ICE CREAM FOR ANYBODY! There’s a moment of silence. Then a sound is heard. PRL THAT’S IT! BACK TO WINNIPEG! LINDSAY But they live in Toronto! PRL IT DOESN’T MATTER WHERE THEY LIVE! The kids whine and moan in the back of the car. PRL You see, you see. THIS is why I don’t want kids. I HATE kids! I can’t deal with them AT ALL! VX P.R., you still there? PRL Oh. Yeah, X, I’ll call you back. Later. Bye. PRL hangs up the phone. VITAMIN X Wow, PR really doesn’t like Lindsay’s family at all, does he? CUBAN WALL That’s why I say there should be goverment regulation on to how many kids people should have. VITAMIN X What?...Anyway, we got a match to watch tonight. Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly are going to meet D*LUX. And Stacey’s going to be at ringside! But more importantly, whoever wins gets to meet PR and Popick for the titles. So, we got to pay EXTRA SPECIAL attention to that match, if you know what I mean. CUBAN WALL I sure do, bro. VX All right. Well, let’s go get a ’front row’ seat. Okay? CUBAN WALL Sure. Vitamin X and Cuban Wall get up and leave. X is about to open the door when-- VITAMIN X Goverment regulations? What the fuc-- Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX Ow! CUBAN WALL Come on, let’s go! Vitamin X and Cuban Wall leave The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd boos. Commercial break

It's apples and oranges to me. FF vs. something like Phantasy Star or Zelda vs. something like Metroid would have been a better debate.

EDIT - Dammit, I always forget the TB BAL - 20 Green Bay (3.5) (6.5) Kansas City Baltimore Carolina (4.5) Chicago (Four and a half? That's it?) (9.5) Indianapolis New England New Orleans Cleveland (3.5) Tennessee St. Louis (2.5) San Francisco (4.5) Cincinnati (4.5) San Diego Dallas (7.5) Miami (2.5)

Said it before and I'll say it again:

Yes folks, it's time to say goodbye to another great year in the OAOAST. Here's the *official* ballot for the 2006 Angle Awards which will take place Sunday, December 31st, one day before Mainframe Monday. You have until Midnight on December 25th to submit a ballot. If you believe a worthy candidate has been omitted from the choices, there is a write-in spot for each category where you can fill in your choice. In fact, one category will be determined by nothing BUT write-ins because I couldn't think of any nominees. Please submit all ballots by Private Message. When you do, I suggest you simply C&P the ballot and delete all the choices other than your own. Winners will be notified by Wednesday, December 27th and will be asked to write a brief acceptance speech. If you cannot, I will write a little something in. Here is the ballot: Character Categories Most Entertaining Character - Drek Stone - Landon Maddix - Zack Malibu - Tha Puerto Rican - Christian Wright - Hooligans - Write in: Most Welcome Return/Debut - Drek Stone - Anglesault - Wildcards - Theodore Moneymaker - James Riggs - Beverly Hills Blonds - Write in: Best Title Reign - Alfdogg (World Title) - Zack Malibu (HI-YAH World) - Peter Knight (World) - Brock Ausstin (Heartland title) - Heavenly Rockers (Tag) - Write in: Feud of the Year - Peter Knight vs. Alfdogg - Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank - Drek Stone vs. Tha Puerto Rican - Hooligans vs. Wildcards - Alfdogg vs. Brock Ausstin - Write in: PPV MOTY - Peter Knight vs. Alfdogg (AM V) - Two For the Money (AM V) - Alfdogg vs. Brock Ausstin (Zero Hour) - Drek Stone vs. Tha Puerto Rican (World Without End) - PRL vs. Thunderkid (AngleSlam) - Women's Scramble Match (Anglepalooza) - Wildcards vs. Hooligans (GAB) - Drek Stone/Hoff vs. Black T (AM V) - Leon Rodez vs. Landon Maddix (AngleSlam) - Write in: Free TV (HeldDOWN/Syndicated) MOTY - WarGames (10/28 Syndicated) - Philly Street Fight (11/30 HD) - Zack Malibu vs. Faqu (6/8 HD) - Drek/Hoff vs. Black T (5/14 Syndicated) - Torneo Cibernetica (8/10 HD) - Write in: Comedy MOTY - Miami Mayhem (AngleSlam) - Run For the Gold 2 (Living Angleously) - Write in: Most Shocking Moment - Peter Knight and Axel turn on Zack Malibu - Drek Stone returns - Anglesault returns (8/10 HD) - Bruce Blank's home invasion - Caboose's forced retirement - Upstarts piss on OAOAST banner - Write in: Most Entertaining Segment (Non-Match) - Bruce Blank's home invasion - Upstarts piss on banner (Angle Awards '05) - Drek Stone's "shoot" (3/23 HD) - Love Shack (Syndicated 5/13) - Drek Stone-PRL contract signing (9/7 HD) - Write in: Best Face - Bohemoth - Zack Malibu - Leon Rodez - Write in: Best Heel - Bruce Blank - Alfdogg - Tha Puerto Rican - Drek Stone - Landon Maddix - Write in: Best PPV Event - AngleSlam - Great Angle Bash - AngleMania V - Anglepalooza - School's Out - Write in: Tag Team of the Year - D*LUX - Beverly Hills Blonds - Sooner Bruisers - Black T - Popick and PRL - Write in: Best Feel-Good Moment - Alfdogg wins World Title at AMV - Zack Malibu wins HI-YAH World Title at Zero Hour - Peter Knight wins World Title on January 1st - Bohemoth spinebusters Christian Wright (5/12 HD) - Write in: Rookie of the Year - D*LUX - Landon Maddix - Bruce Blank - Write in: Most Underrated Wrestler - Write in: Stable of the Year - Wildcards - Hooligans - Enterprise - Write in: Male Wrestler of the Year - Alfdogg - Zack Malibu - Drek Stone - Tha Puerto Rican - Peter Knight - Landon Maddix - Bruce Blank - Write in: Writing Categories Most Undervalued - Ed Wood Caulfield - Tony149 - King Cucaracha - Papacita - KingPK - Write in: Best Contribution to the Fed - King Cucaracha - Zack Malibu - Bruce Blank - Ed Wood Caulfield - KingPK - NYU - Write in: Best Segment/Promo Writer - Ed Wood Caulfield - Zack Malibu - King Cucaracha - NYU - Patty O'Green - Tony149 - Write in: Best Match Writer - PFL - Zack Malibu - Ed Wood Caulfield - Alfdogg - Tony149 - King Cucaracha - Write in:

Here are the maps for this week: CBS Single Game: FOX DH Game 1: Game 2: And here are the playoff scenarios for this week:

Ballot will be up by Monday and voting will go on until Christmas Day.

Written by: Tony149 King Cucaracha Ed Wood Caulfield KingPK Bruce Blank Alfdogg Zack Malibu The Man Behind The Curtain: KingPK © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All rights reserved.

COLE This is it. A moment months in the making, a match anticipated by people the world over. No weapons, no partners, no nothing. Just two men embroiled in the most bitter feud imaginable. A personal war that has overcome the OAOAST throughout 2006. Zack Malibu. Bruce Blank. The most personal grudge in OAOAST history brings us here to HeldDOWN~! tonight. December 14th, 2006. Just 11 days before Christmas, and 2 days before his 26th birthday, will Zack Malibu have to shake hands and state his respect for a man that he'll never forgive for his sins, or will Bruce Blank enter the OAOAST ring for the last time tonight, and wind up conquered by his fiercest foe? "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is the song of choice for our first contestant, as Michael Buffer is in the ring doing intro's. BUFFER Fans, this is your main event of the evening. It is Respect versus Career. Coming down the aisle at this time, he holds the claim to being the OAOAST's most hated. He is the leader of The Wildcards...BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! The Southern badass comes out, minus his trust bat, but with all of his attitude in place. He walks the aisle attempting to shake hands in a show of "respect" towards the fans, but not one of them takes him up on the offer, as he's forced to walk to the ring amidst the jeers of the masses. COLE The nerve of this...ASSHOLE, plain and simple, to think that people would respect him just because he puts on this facade! Blank steps over the top rope and into the ring, tipping his hat to Michael Buffer and the referee, the famed Earl Hebner, before retreating to a neutral corner. "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward is cued up, and the fans come alive, as it marks the arrival of a very determined, very focused OAOAST Franchise. BUFFER His opponent, is a former two time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, and a former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Known the world over as the most popular wrestler in OAOAST history, THIS IS ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLIBUUUUUUUUUU! Looking ready, Malibu comes down the aisle, power-walking to the ring and ready to get it on, not wanting to drag this feud out any longer. Too many people have been hurt on Malibu's watch, and tonight, that comes to an end. COLE Zack Malibu is always at his best when his back is against the wall, Coach. He goes into this match tonight with not one physical win over Bruce Blank. Blank defeated Zack at Angleslam this past August, and the other times they've met, it's never been Zack pinning Bruce. The Usual Suspects defeated The Dead Precidents earlier this year when Leon Rodez captured the fall on Bloodshed in that match, and Zack, Leon and the GPX won War Games after Landon Maddix submitted. So Malibu's track record against Blank is not a favorable one. COACH I'm sure people appreciate your history lesson, Mikey Cole, but you gotta throw all that out the window. The only thing Zack Malibu is thinking about right now is tonight. Not about any pinfalls or submissions or wins and losses. He's focused. You know how he gets. He's INTENSE~! about this. He has a chance tonight to rid the OAOAST of the most sickening, sadistic superstar we've ever seen. I'd take Mario Logan back over this guy! COLE You would? COACH Well, no...but you get my meaning. Malibu and Blank move towards each other, and the hard camera stays focused on the two as they come face to face. It's a tense moment as the combatants are silent, but the body langauge says it all. Bruce has that trademark Southern smirk, while Malibu is stoic and focused, his body trembling with rage. The bell sounds, and instantly Malibu comes out swinging, stunning Bruce with right hands! COLE Here we go! You can tell Malibu wanted to go before the bell sounded, and when it rang, he took it as the go ahead! Bruce can't follow up, and Malibu delivers hit after hit, rocking him with right hands! Zack breaks away and shoots himself into the ropes, bouncing off and cracking Bruce across the chest with a lariat, but the force isn't enough to topple the big redneck! Zack hits the ropes again and delivers a second lariat, again staggering Bruce, but not knocking him down yet! Bruce fires back with a hard lariat from a standing position, blasting Malibu and sending him down to the canvas! As Zack shakes it off, he feels Bruce reaching for him and pulling him up, then taking him by the head and tossing him through the middle ropes out to the floor, where Zack splats out on the mats! COLE He knows he's without his equalizer, that barbed wire bat. He knows that he can't rely on The Wildcards. The most important thing though, and it's visible by the way he just discarded of Zack and got him out of the ring, is that he can't get himself into a position where Zack is in a zone, because he cannot outwrestle Zack Malibu! Zack gets up quickly and shakes off the toss, running back up onto the apron. Blank turns his head, away from the taunts of the crowd, and sees Zack springboard back in, diving at him...but Blank catches the crossbody! The crowd groans as Blank snickers, then powers Zack up over his head, pressing him in the air...and goes and hurls him over the top rope, sending him splattering out on the floor once again! COACH Malibu's getting tossed around like a ragdoll, and I don't mean K-Money's brother, brotha! Blank brushes his hands off as if he's disposed of hazardous waste, while Malibu pushes up off the floor, again having been unceremoniously tossed aside by his worst enemy. Once up, Zack darts under the bottom rope and comes up to his feet, swinging for the fences with a flurry of right hands that once again have Bruce staggering. He takes the big man by the arm and looks to send him towards the ropes, but Blank swings around and throws Zack to the ropes. Malibu rebounds and runs under a lariat attempt by Blank, hitting the far side and connecting with another one of his own that once again stagger Bruce, but don't topple him. Zack then fires off a chop, and another, and a third, and a forth, but Blank breaks it up by shoving Zack down to the canvas! Zack rolls to his feet almost immediately and comes back up, shooting low and trying to take Blank down! Bruce hovers over Zack, not allowing himself to be brought down, and then slams a hard forearm across Zack's back. A second blow weakens Zack further, and Blank pulls him up, but Zack knocks his hand away and blasts him with a European uppercut! Smarting from the blow, Bruce backs up, as Zack hits the near side, then runs to the far side of the ropes, leaping into the air and driving his foot into Bruce's chest with a bicycle kick that finally brings the big man down to Earth! COLE He's got him down, and now he's got to work on keeping him there! Malibu goes to work over Blank, but Bruce quickly rolls to the outside, drawing boos from the crowd for his act of cowardice! COACH As soon as he went down, he went out! He's avoiding Malibu like...like... COLE Like most women you show interest in do to you? COACH At least I'm interested in women, you tea-party havin' pillow biter. Blank wipes his brow, and snaps at the crowd for their reaction...then gets caught with feet across his jaw, as Malibu rocks him with a baseball slide kick! Bruce is dazed, so Malibu takes hold of the top rope and launches himself over with a pescado...but he's caught again by Blank, who throws him onto the apron and shoves him back into the ring! COLE Notice how Blank keeps pushing Malibu away from him, not letting him gain any sort of momentum! Blank pulls his big frame up onto the ring apron, but as he stands on it Malibu springs from the canvas into the air, nailing him with a standing dropkick that knocks him back down to the floor! With Bruce again in a fog, Zack races to the ropes and charges forward, diving through the ropes with a bodypress that sends him crashing into Bruce Blank and wiping them both out at ringside! COACH YO~! COLE High risk move by Zack Malibu, and it put Bruce Blank down! The crowd roars as Malibu gets up and climbs onto Bruce, hammering him with right hands while using his weight to pin him down. A furious Malibu pulls Bruce up and delivers a hard European uppercut, then takes him by the arm and whips him into the ring apron! Blank cringes as his back is smashed against the hard side of the ring, and it's only furthered when Zack pulls him forward, then runs him back into it! As Bruce slouches, Malibu fires off a pair of chops to further his assault, then leads Blank by the hair and keeps him in his clutches so that he's prone to a headbutt! Blank backs off, covering his nose and mouth with his hand, but Zack pulls him back around and delivers another one, smashing his forehead into Blank's face! As Bruce tends to himself, Malibu forces him back into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope. The raging redneck comes up to his feet as Malibu watches on, and attempts another launch via springboard, but Bruce lunges forward and pushes Malibu's legs off the top rope! Zack falls onto the apron, landing feet first like a cat, but Bruce is able to block his punch, then takes him by the head and runs him across the apron, smashing his face into the top turnbuckle! Zack staggers back, while Bruce hits the ropes inside the ring, extending his arm over the top rope and clotheslining Malibu off the apron and to the floor! COLE Just when we thought some control would be restored, we're moving right back to the outside! Blank, his nose and mouth now lined with blood from the headbutts, steps out onto the apron, then leaps off of it, jumping down to the floor to smash Zack across the back of the head with an axehandle! COACH Bruce Blank gettin' some hang time! Bruce toys with Zack, nudging him with the tip of his boot, then pulls him up to his feet...and delivers a hard slap across Malibu's face that knocks Zack back against the railing! Bruce stalks his foe, shouting "YOU WILL RESPECT ME"...only to be spit at by Malibu, who hocks a loogie right into Bruce's face! COLE You tell him, Zack! Blank is angry, but Malibu keeps him at bay with chops, fighting his way back, until Bruce puts a stop to it with a hard knee to the gut. With Zack doubled over, Blank takes him by the arm and whips him across ringside, and Zack crashes into the metal ring steps, knocking them from their base and causing himself to become bruised up in the process! After absorbing the blow, Zack is then sent back into the ring by Bruce, who hops up on the apron and enters through the ropes. He drops an elbow with Zack on the canvas, but at the last second Malibu rolls out of the way of the blow! Zack gets up and drops an elbow of his own, but Blank rolls out of the way, and Zack lands on nothing but canvas! Bruce gets up and then kicks his legs out, crashing down on Malibu's throat with a legdrop, and then sprawls across him for the pin! COLE Blank dropped that huge tree like leg of his right down on Zack's throat, and now he wants to try and put him away! ONE! T-KICKOUT! Quite quickly, Zack rolls a shoulder, escaping defeat. Blank brings the preppy superstar to his feet and rocks him with a forearm shot, then simply and blatantly rakes the eyes before luring Zack back in and taking him over with a suplex. Blank then pulls Zack up again and sends him into the corner, then gets a full head of steam and charges in, connecting with a running elbow across Zack's face! Zack falls forward out of the corner, and Bruce picks him up by the waist, taking him off his feet...then throws him forward back against the corner! The heel of Blank's boot is then placed against Zack's throat, and Earl Hebner initiates a five count, warning Blank that he needs to break the hold or risk a disqualification! Blank backs away, and sternly tells Hebner "You better respect me too, boy!" as he points a finger in his face, which is enough to let diminutive little Earl backstep a bit. Blank grabs Malibu and sends him across the ring into the far corner, where Malibu slams hard against the turnbuckles, but when Blank charges in this time, Zack ducks out of the way, and Bruce crashes into the corner himself! He staggers back, and Zack is right there to grab him by the waist, using every bit of his strength to pull the big man over with a German Suplex! COLE Zack Malibu brought the big man over and...wait, he's hanging on! They're coming to their feet again! WHAM! A second German Suplex! Once again, Malibu rolls through, forcibly bringing his larger foe to his feet, and picking him up AGAIN, dropping him with a third German! The crowd eggs him on, and Malibu AGAIN rolls to his feet, bringing Bruce with him, and ANOTHER German Suplex follows, making that the forth one that he's able to rock Bruce with! COACH He keeps getting up! He's going to suplex him half to death! Sure enough, both men are soon on their feet, and soon again Bruce is being dropped by a fifth German suplex! They roll to their feet again, but this time Malibu is too worn and doesn't have the strength, as he can't get Bruce up! Bruce reaches back and nails an elbow, but before he can do any more damage Zack pushes him towards the ropes, only to be bowled over with Blank rebound with a hard shoulderblock! Blank comes and yanks Zack up to his feet, hooking him in a front facelock...but Malibu slides his head out and delivers a kick to the gut, and another European uppercut that staggers Bruce near the ropes. Malibu charges, only to get backdropped up and over...but he lands on the apron...only to be hiptossed over the rope and right back in by Bruce Blank! Malibu is groggy as he rises from the ringmat, and soon finds himself grabbed by the throat! Blank lifts him off his feet for a chokeslam, but while in mid-air, Malibu reaches out and grabs Blank by the head, squeezing as hard as he can and trapping Blank in a move that he himself has used over time, the IRON CLAW~! COLE THE CLAW! ZACK MALIBU HAS THE IRON CLAW ON BRUCE BLANK! Blank, instead of chokeslamming Zack, now has to ease him down to his feet, trying to free himself of the hold. He grunts and groans as he shifts around, trying to break free, while the crowd cheers Zack on as he utilizes the famed Von Erich submission. COLE It was earlier this year during his tour of HI-YAH, where he was dubbed the Modern Day Warrior that Zack Malibu began using that move as a tribute to the original Modern Day Warrior, Kerry Von Erich. Right now, it could lead to victory tonight, and it could be the very move that sends Bruce Blank packing! Blank hollers out in agony as the tips of Zack's fingers dig into his skull, putting the pressure on! He continues to shift, first grabbing Zack's wrist with both hands...but then Blank is able to stretch his arm out long enough to grasp Zack by the head...AND APPLY HIS OWN IRON CLAW! COACH Blank's got it too! COLE They're BOTH trapped in the Iron Claw! Malibu groans, but won't relinquish his hold, as both men refuse to be the one to back down and break their submission! They hobble around the ring, each man growing wearier as they move around, looking for the one flaw that will lead to an advantage...and while moving around they wind up topping through the ropes, going out to the floor! COLE That's one way to break it! Blank had the leverage advantage, and was able to force Zack near the ropes, pushing him through and putting them both out here in front of us! Zack and Bruce both come up to their feet, and when they do, Bruce is quick to reapply the claw out on the floor, trapping Zack in it for a second time! Malibu grimaces as it's locked on, but then delivers a low kick to break it! COACH I suppose that's good, since it'll prevent little Blanks from running around someday! COLE I figure his overall demeanor is enough to scare any woman off. Zack takes Blank by the head and walks him over to the announce table, slamming his face into it and scaring the crap out of the residents of Sofa Central! He goes to do it again, but this time it's Zack's face that is sent into the tabletop, courtesy of a pissed off Redneck Superman! Blank takes Zack and pounds him across the back, beating him down to his knees with clubbing forearms, and sets him in a standing headscissors. He looks around, grinning sadistically as the crowd boos him on, and boo him even more when they realize what he wants to do! COLE Don't do it, Bruce! C'mon now! There's no listening to reason, as Blank reaches down and hoists Malibu up, flipping him into the air for a powerbomb through the...NO! Malibu floats through and lands on his feet in front of Bruce, then does a quick low drop and pulls Bruce up across his shoulders... ...AND PUTS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH THE ANGLE SLAM~! COACH YO~! COLE WATCH OUT~! Cole and Coachman jump back, as Blank is laid out on the remains of what was their announce table! Malibu stays laying on the floor as well, exhausted and starting up at the lights, while the crowd is going ballistic! COLE We've lost our announce table! Zack Malibu has just planted Bruce Blank with the Angle Slam! "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" The chants are heavy as Zack rolls to his feet, but as he motions towards the fallen monster, referee Hebner comes over and orders Zack back into the ring, reminding him that there are still rules to be upheld. Malibu tries to get by him, but Hebner orders him into the ring or else a DQ will result, so Zack swallows his pride and heads for the ring, while Blank is laid out on the outside. COLE Earl Hebner knows that if you give Blank and Malibu an inch, they'll take a mile. I don't think putting Bruce through our table was on purpose so much as it was just a reaction to avoiding the powerbomb on the floor. Earl knows he can't let action like that continue though, because despite their past wars, these two men agreed that normal match regulations would appy tonight. Blank stirs, and groggily comes up to his feet. Malibu braces himself and waits on him, but can't go diving out of the ring, as Hebner is blocking the way, checking on Bruce. An angry giant has awoken though, as Bruce brushes past Hebner and leaps onto the apron, getting back into the ring to face off with his nemesis! Blank steps over the ropes, only to be met with more chops from Malibu...until he simply shoves Zack away! Zack bounces off the ringmat, rolling onto his stomach, and gets up and charges, trying to tackle Blank down, but can't bring him down. He's battered across the back to break it up, then pulled up and grabbed by the throat, lifted up off his feet and left choking in the air! COACH He's choking the life out of him, Mikey Cole! Malibu's face starts turning blue, as Blank's evil eyes peer into his. The hardcore monster then drives Zack down into the canvas, then hits the ropes and leaps off his feet, crushing Malibu and driving whatever air is left in his body out of it with a huge big splash! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! COLE Dangerously close to three there, but luckily for Zack Malibu it wasn't! Blank pushes up, and then plants a foot on Zack's chest, then literally walks over him, causing Zack to curl up into a ball as he gasps for air. Blank walks towards the ropes and stares into the hard camera, nodding to it and smiling before turning around and grabbing Zack as he comes up, dropping him over his shoulder with a back suplex! With Zack down again, Blank circles him, staring at his fallen rival before exiting the ring, moving out to the apron. COLE Where's he going now? COACH Is he coming back near us? COLE I don't...think...oh my God... Cole, and everyone else, is shocked to see Blank not heading to the floor, but up the ropes! The big man, known more for his hardcore tendencies than his aerial ability, moves up to the top rope, taking not more than a moment to focus on his foe before diving off with a splash from the top turnbuckle... ...THAT ZACK MALIBU IS ABLE TO ROLL UNDER AND AVOID! COLE He took a gamble that didn't pay off! Blank is hurting after coming up short on his dive, while Malibu pushes up to his feet and leans against the ropes. Bruce starts crawling on all fours, trying to get up, but Zack runs forward and kicks a HELLA soccer kick to his chin, knocking him for a loop! Zack then rakes the tip of his boot across the side of Blank's face, then charges the ropes and comes off with a low dropkick to the crown of Blank's head! Bruce is flattened out on the canvas, and Zack rolls him onto his back, then leaps onto the third rope and moonsaults back onto Blank, crashing onto him and hooking his leg to try and put him out of the OAOAST! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH Ahh, so close! Zack gets up, and immediately drops a knee into Bruce's temple, then brings him to his feet. He takes him and goes to send him to the corner, but as aching as he is, Blank plants his feet and won't budge. He pulls on Zack's arm and sends him to the opposing corner, where Zack collides chest first...and he staggers back into the waiting arms of Bruce Blank, who drops him with a full nelson slam! Blank drops to his knees, then lays across Zack and orders Hebner to count, hoping that the next three seconds are what he's been waiting all match for. ONE! TWO! THR...NO! SHOULDER UP! ZACK KICKS OUT! COLE They're running on pure adrenaline now, Coach! It's not going to be pretty, and it's not going to end easily! Bruce pulls Zack up, striking him with two left jabs that nearly knock him back down, then brings his right knee into Zack's midsection. Bruce reaches down and presses Zack overhead, almost showing off his strength, but while Bruce is preoccupied with showboating, Malibu manages to wriggle free! He lands behind Bruce and tries for another ANGLE SLAM~!, but Bruce slips out of the attempt, spins Zack around, and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker! He makes the pin again, and Hebner dives to the mat! ONE! TWO! THRE...NO! NO! ZACK MALIBU PUTS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! COACH So close, but no cigar Brucey! Frustrated that defeat was halted by something as minor as a foot on the rope, Blank drags Zack across the canvas, then drops an elbow into his sternum! He then takes the back of Zack's head and rams it into the canvas repeately, pummeling Zack without remorse before luring him back to his feet. Zack is defenseless at this point, and Blank hoists him up onto his shoulders, making sure he has enough room for a running start. COLE Oh no...NO! COACH He's going for the Broken Dream! Blank runs with Malibu on his shoulder, but at the last second Zack slips out behind him! Bruce quickly turns around, and when he does... CRACK~! ...SCHOOL'S OUT ON BRUCE BLANK~! BUT HE DOESN'T GO DOWN~! COLE HE'S STILL STANDING! He's up, but he's teetering like a Weeble Wobble, as Zack steps back, then fires forward with ANOTHER School's Out...that knocks Bruce down into the ropes! The rebound fires him back to his feet, and when he comes up Zack connects with a THIRD SCHOOL'S OUT THAT FINALLY KNOCKS BRUCE BLANK DOWN~! COLE HE'S GOT HIM! COVER HIM, ZACK! Malibu leaps on Blank, still hooking a leg, as the crowd is going apeshit, with every voice in the arena making the count. ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! NO! BRUCE BLANK KICKS OUT! BRUCE KICKS OUT! COLE HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!? COACH I don't believe it! Malibu can't believe it, nor can the fans, and it surely shocked more than a few of you at home watching on television. Bruce Blank just survived not one, not two, but THREE School's Out superkicks! COLE I don't...I don't know how Zack can follow that up! COACH He can't get desperate now, Cole! COLE Kinda like you? COACH NOW ISN'T THE TIME FOR JOKES! Malibu, sure enough, is confused, as he doesn't know what he can do to slay the dragon tonight. So he pulls Blank up by his greasy mullet, or at least tries to, as Blank is nothing but dead weight. He tries dragging Bruce to his feet, but Bruce slightly pushes Zack away, trying to defend himself as best as possible. It barely bothers Malibu, who comes and grabs him by the head again...but as he brings Bruce Blank to his feet, Bruce rolls to the side and rolls Malibu up...GRABBING A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS IN THE PROCESS! COLE HEBNER! HEBNER LOOK! Earl can't hear, nor can he see the blatant violation, as Bruce Blank holds Zack Malibu down for the count! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT BY ZACK MALIBU! The fans roar, as Malibu kicked out of the illegal pin, much to Blank's chagrin! Zack comes up to his feet, and a desperate Blank swings a haymaker shot at him, which gets ducked! Zack does a go-round, grabbing him by the waist and hoisting him over, dropping him on the back of his head with ANOTHER German Suplex! COLE His neck must be jelly by now! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE HE DID IT! BRUCE BLANK IS OUT OF HERE! COACH BYE BYE, BRUCEY~! The fans are jumping in their seats, as Zack Malibu, after a near year long quest, has finally vanquished his greatest foe! He rolls onto his stomach before pushing up to his feet, the sweat pouring off of him, as Michael Buffer gets the official announcement from Earl Hebner. BUFFER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER...BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! COLE WHAT?! COACH WHAT?!?! Malibu's demeanor changes instantly, as he pulls Hebner aside. Hebner is fearing for his life as Malibu has grown wild-eyed, not wanting to hear what Hebner is telling him. COLE I don't...I don't see how Bruce Blank just won this match! COACH That Hebner DOES have a rep, you know. COLE Stop. Can we get a replay on this? Guys in the truck? Within seconds a replay of the final moments of action are shown, as Blank is dropped over with the German Suplex. Hebner slides down to count, but as he's counting Bruce slightly raises his left shoulder, keeping himself out of a pinning predicament but putting Malibu in one! COLE Oh no. Zack Malibu can NOT be happy! Bruce is wiped, but as Hebner goes over and raises his hand, he begins laughing uncontrollably. Malibu stands across the ring in the corner, looking out to the fans, as if he's ready to cry. Because now, he has to do something that affects his whole character, and his driving force. The man responsible for accosting his family and maiming his friends, is now waiting for a handshake. COACH You think he'll do it? COLE Normally, I'd say no matter what, Zack lives up to his word. This time, I'm not really sure. Malibu turns around, staring at Blank leaning against the other corner. Zack starts walking towards him with malice in his eye, and when Hebner tries to get Zack to back up, he's shoved to the canvas by the former World Champion! Zack walks right over to Blank and stares him in the eye, but then turns away. "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" COACH See? The fans don't wanna see this! COLE WE don't wanna see this! Despite what the fans are saying, Malibu stands his ground, turning to Blank again...and extending his hand, as the crowd boos violently. COLE What a blow to Zack Malibu tonight. To be humbled by such a rotten human being! Blank smiles a smile as wide as you'll ever see, knowing he's got Zack's back against the wall. He reaches out and takes Zack's hand, shaking it firmly while patting him on the shoulder. COLE This is sickening to me. Just disgusting. Look at Blank, acting like he's got a new best friend! Malibu pulls away and immediately exits the ring, heading up the aisleway, while Blank basks in the glory of victory. Malibu heads up the aisle with his head down, hurting physically and emotionally, as he's just had to offer a show of respect to the least likely candidate. If Bruce Blank wasn't already deep in Malibu's head, tonight sealed the deal, as not only can the Redneck Superman claim another victory over his rival...he's claimed his respect. FADE OUT.

Back to live action and as is traditional in professional wrestling, we return in the middle of a rear chinlock. Popick has tagged in during the break and is busy wearing Shayne down, while Tyler and Jade try to rally the crowd. COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN~! and you rejoin us with the HI-YAH World Tag Team Title Rematch in progress. During the commercial break, the champions have continued to isolate Shayne Brave in their half of the ring and generally frustrate the challengers, as well as these partisan fans. COACH It's been a textbook display of tag team wrestling. It's just a same the people at home have missed out on the past couple of minutes. Fists clenched, Shayne starts to try and fight back to his feet. As he reaches one knee he jabs an elbow into the gut of Popick, who groans in pain. PRL yells at him to 'cinch it in', but another elbow finds the mark and Popick's grip is slipping which gives Tyler and Jade some hope across the ring. Hope which is extinguished, as Popick grabs two handfuls of Shayne's long blond hair and throws him to the canvas! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Popick quickly tags out to avoid the reprimands from referee Nick Patrick. In comes PRL with his shaky leg kicks, stomping and stomping and stomping some more as Lindsay slams her hands on the ring apron, encouraging The Corporate Champion on. Finally the stomps cease and PRL storms across the ring, SPITTING in the face of "Tremendous" Tyler and luring him into the ring! COLE That's disgusting! COACH Calm down Mikey. Athletes can't just stop mid-game and clear their throats like gentlemen. They have to get rid of the excess phlegm while they can. COLE In someone else's face!? COACH Tyler got in the way, that's all. Referee Patrick and Jade Rodez both have to restrain Tyler from getting involved. Especially as Popick sneaks back into the ring and joins PRL in a 2-on-1 beatdown in the corner! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Now we see exactly why PRL did what he did! The referee's distracted and now the double team, typical tactics of PRL and Popick! As the referee finally turns around PRL shoos Popick back to the apron, innocently making a cover on the beaten down Brave... 1... 2... KICKOUT! PRL goes to work with some shaky leg kicks on "Showtime" Shayne, as Popick extends his hand for the tag. He's told by his partner to wait a second though, as apparently The Corporate Champion is having too much fun to tag out just yet. PRL grabs Shayne by his head as he climbs back up and slams it into the top turnbuckle pad in a neutral corner. PRL hits Shayne with some European Uppercuts. Tha Puerto Rican then whips Brave into the opposite turnbuckle and follows him in with the Stinger Splash! THA PUERTO RICAN OOOWWWWWWW! COACH Oh yeah, PRL's feeling it now. He's even got time for impressions now. COLE As opposed to everything he's done since he woke up this morning? COACH Uncalled for! Winded, Shayne stumbles out of the corner and into a boot from PRL. On goes a front facelock and with a quick pop of the hips, gives him a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through, and drags Shayne to his feet... for another vertical suplex. PRL rolls through a second time and pops the hips again, but this time holds Shayne vertical in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. Just to show off, PRL then carefully removes the hand from the waistband of the jeans, holding Shayne up with one hand! COACH Look at the strength! COLE Patented PRL here. PR does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. He then walks over to the ropes, and drops Shayne’s stomach on the top rope, doing a slingshot suplex to complete the Corporate Trifecta!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The only applause comes from Popick and Lindsay, everyone else showing their disgust of PRL despite his impressive series of moves. PRL just sneers out at the fans and lounges against the ropes, showing just how lightly he's taking the former champions. "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" By the hair, of course, PRL brings Shayne back to his feet and mocks the crowd. Scoop and a slam plants "Showtime" in the centre of the ring and PRL points to the corner, telling the world that he's going up! The crowd jeer PRL as he steps out onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckles in his corner with Popick routing him on. Top rope, PRL "smells the electricity" in the arena as the applause from Popick and Lindsay is drowned out by the fans. COLE PRL's taking an awful long time here. COACH He can afford to, that's how good he is. COLE We'll see. Positioning himself on the top, PRL now judges the distance and points down at Shayne, telling Tyler and Jade that he's going to finish their partner off. Finally PRL then leaps off the top, pulling his legs behind him, then bringing them back in front as he lands... ...with the Kenny-esque Top Rope Legdrop, right to the throat of the motionless Shayne Brave!!! COACH Mad Cappa Crusher 2006: The Remix! What athleticism! COLE That was impressive no doubt. After a pause to soak up the moment, PRL finally rolls over onto Shayne with the lateral press and counts along with the referee... 1... 2... TYLER PULLS PRL OFF BY THE FOOT!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Come on referee, get him out of there! PRL's sentiments exactly, yelling the exact same thing at referee Nick Patrick as Tyler is sent back to the apron. In the meantime PRL lays in some more shaky leg kicks to Shayne. Tha Puerto Rican now drags Shayne off the canvas again, landing a big punch. Punch. Punch. Punch! Punch!! Shayne is rocking and reeling as PRL goes to spit on the left hand, but thinks differently, turning to the D*LUX corner... and BUSTING A MOVE, J. Timberlake style! COACH Oh yeah! PRL go'headbreakitdown! COLE What!? A quick 360 and a grab of the crotch by PRL doesn't impress Jade or Tyler what-so-ever, PRL giving them the 'up yours' gesture to show them exactly what he thinks of their boyband sensibility... *SMACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...AND GETS TURNED INSIDE OUT BY AN ENZIGURI!!! COLE PRL GOT CAUGHT! COACH NO! Lindsay and Popick freak out as the kick brings fresh hope in the D*LUX corner. Tyler starts to pound the top turnbuckle, yelling at Shayne to get across to make the tag. "ONE!" "TWO!" COLE Nick Patrick laying the count on now. "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Despite the punishment he's taken Shayne tries to do just that, beginning the slow crawl to his corner. PRL shakes off the cobwebs and tries to do the same as the two men pass in the middle of the ring. Seeing signs of movement, Patrick halts the count, not wanting to end this important match on a cheap decision if he can help it. COLE It's a race to the tag now! Both men approaching their corner, but who will make the tag first! COACH PRL, it's got to be! COLE I don't know, that enziguri seemed to catch him good Coach. PRL glances up and sees Popick's hand out-stretched. And with a last lunge he reaches out and TAGS POPICK... ...AS TYLER TAGS IN ON THE OTHER SIDE!!!! JADE WHOOOOOOO! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There's the tag! Popick in, Tyler in and here we go! Popick gets the jump on Tyler in getting into the ring. But Tyler is a step ahead once in the ring. A big right rocks Popick back. And another right connects. Right, right, right, right, Tyler rocking Popick with a flurry of stinging punches before leaping up and dropkicking Popick up underneath the jaw, sending him rolling back into the ropes! COLE And look at Tyler go! COACH Don't worry, here comes PR... BACKDROP TO PRL! COLE ...and there GOES PR! Still fueled by adrenaline, Tyler rushes at Popick against the ropes. Popick manages to duck his head and backdrops Tyler up over the top, but Tyler grabs the rope on the way over, pulling himself safely onto the ring apron. Grabbing the middle rope, Tyler then skids in underneath the bottom rope, through the legs of the bemused Stephen Joseph Popick for good measure. And as Popick pulls himself back up, Tyler clotheslines him up and over the top to the floor! COACH Disqualification! Disqualification! COLE No! Under HI-YAH Rules it would be, but we're going by OAOAST Rules tonight on the request of the Champions. COACH Oh. Disregard. Popick is left reeling on the floor as Tyler now grabs the top rope again. With the crowd behind him, Tyler then launches himself up and over the top, WIPING OUT POPICK WITH THE PESCADO!! "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" COLE The pescado! Or, for our Spanish viewers, the 'fish'. COACH What? Talk about your dumb movenames. Both Tyler and Popick lay hurt on the floor as back in the ring, the two illegal men in the match are left. PRL and Shayne Brave. Both men are dazed and it's Shayne who recovers himself first, charging at PRL. A duck of the head by PRL fools Shayne though and he runs into a Samoan Drop from The Corporate Champion! PRL sits up and applauds himself briefly before noticing where he is in the ring. Or, more importantly, where Shayne is. COACH Oh yes, please say this is what I think it is. Climbing to his feet, Tha Puerto Rican stares down at Brave... and kicks his arm over his chest. COACH YES! Sweet God yes! COLE Oh boy. PRL removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down onto "Showtime" Shayne's face. PRL then does some weird hand signals and bounces off the ropes. The crowd already know what's on the way and start the booing early, as PRL leaps over Shayne Brave, and then bounces off the opposite ropes... ...AND GETS KICKED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY TYLER BRYANT!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE The IntenseZone Elbow is cut off! COACH D*LUX must have done their homework. COLE Probably wasn't a late night job. Caught unawares by the kick, PRL stumbles away from the ropes towards Shayne Brave. Sitting up, Brave sees PRL coming towards him and reaches up, cradling PRL into a Small Package... but Nick Patrick won't count the fall, as PRL isn't the legal man! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Good call referee, about time too! Shayne and Tyler briefly complain to Nick Patrick about the lack of a count. But they see a rather woozy PRL coming towards them and have to get their heads back in the game, ducking a double clothesline and catching the arms, lifting PRL up and dropping him down with their Double Gutbuster, the COWELL MOVEMENT!! COLE I don't know about America, but one thing's for sure, D*LUX's Got Talent! COACH Ugh, that's terrible. Shayne quickly makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Popick kicks Shayne to break it up! He then kicks Shayne a few times for good measure! However, Tyler comes in and beats on Popick to the crowd’s delight! COACH Get him out of there, ref! He has no right to be there! Nick Patrick breaks up the slugfest before it can get any worst by separating Tyler and SJP. He then orders Bryant to go back to his corner. Popick takes advantage of the referee’s momentarily distraction by rushing over and clipping Shayne Brave’s right foot, taking him down to the mat! PRL quickly gets on top of Shayne for the cover. After a few seconds, Nick Patrick gets on his knees and makes the count. COLE The match could end right here! 1! 2! 3! NO! COLE And Shayne gets his shoulder up! COACH That was a slow count! COLE No it wasn’t. Come on Coach! The Corporate Champion knows that Shayne’s in a unenviable position right about now, so he drops a few fists right on the forehead of "Showtime" Shayne. He then bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dust his right shoulder off, and then drops yet another fist onto Shayne’s forehead! The Five Knuckle Shuffle! COACH You can’t see him! Puerto Rican taunts Shayne, and then makes the tag to Popick to more boos. Jade Rodez is now growing concern for her team, while Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez has an evil grin on her angelic-like face. The crowd boos as Stephen Joseph Popick starts stomping on Shayne’s right ankle. COLE Popick really targeting that right leg that he clipped earlier. SJP drops a knee onto the right ankle! He then drops another one. Shayne is groaning in pain, holding his ankle whenever he can, which is not long, as SJP grabs Brave’s right leg and pulls on it. He then does it again. And again! And again! SHAYNE BRAVE AAAAHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" Stephen Joseph stretches his arms out and motions for the crowd to continue with the booing. He then stomps on the ankle one more time. With a smirk on his face, Stephen Joseph picks "Showtime" Shayne up by his hair. Popick grabs Shayne by his left wrist and gives him an Irish whip...but Shayne falls to the mat midway through! COLE Oh! The work on that ankle has taken its toll on Shayne Brave! PRL and Lindsay applaud Popick. Popick runs toward Shayne, jumps up, and drops a knee right on his nose! He then goes for the cover. He gets two. Popick taunts Shayne and then picks him up, and then makes the tag to PRL. Shayne is having trouble standing up, something Tha Puerto Rican takes great delight in. Puerto lays the smackdown on Shayne Brave with Rock-style punches to the temple. He then switches to regular punches to the face. P.R. hoists Shayne up...and hits him with a Cradle DDT! COLE Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad! PRL sneers at Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez. He then sits down on Shayne, using the D*LUX member as his couch. COLE Look at this arrogant cover from Tha Puerto Rican. COACH Hey, when you’re Tha Puerto Rican, you can be as arrogant as you want to be! Nick Patrick makes the count. 1... 2... Shayne Brave grabs PRL with his hands and rolls him up! 1.... 2... 2.99999999999999999999999999999 KICK OUT! COLE Whoa! Shayne almost pulled off the upset there! PRL gets up, shocked! He charges after Shayne...and gets his legs pulled out from right under him! Shayne goes for the cover, but PRL kicks out at 1. P.R. and Shayne get up at the same time. P.R. charges again, and gets punched in the face! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! The Corporate Champ is stunned! Shayne whips PRL into the ropes. He follows that with a flying clothesline! COLE Flying clothesline! Shayne Brave went off his feet even with a bad ankle on that one! Shayne crawls over to his corner. But is cut off by Popick! COACH Great save by Popick! Stephen stumps on Shayne’s back, and then returns to his corner. P.R.L. uses the ropes to get up, the fatigue now setting in. He stomps the back of Shayne’s head just because he can, and then slowly walks over to his corner and tags in Stephen Joseph. COLE PR and Popick showing some great tag team work here tonight, cutting off the ring and preventing Shayne from making the tag. COACH Yeah. They are HI-YAH Tag Team Champions for a reason, you know. COLE I won’t even start with you on that subject. Stephen Joseph picks up where he left off, stomping on Brave’s right ankle. SJP then grabs Brave’s right leg, and applies a half-crab on it! COLE Half-Boston Crab! The team of Popick and PRL really damaging that right ankle of Shayne Braves! Popick pulls back on the leg, screaming out for Shayne to quit. Shayne is in a great deal of pain, clawing at the mat and pulling at his hair. PRL has a kind of psychotic look on his face, the same look that Lindsay has on her face. Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez look on as Nick Patrick checks to see if Shayne has given up. "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" The member of D*LUX refuses to quit, fighting through the pain to crawl towards the ropes. COLE Tha Puerto Rican hoping that Stephen Joseph can get the win for his team! Popick sees that Shayne is moving towards the ropes, so he gives up doing the half-crab and then jumps up and drops an elbow on Shayne Brave’s back! Popick then grabs Shayne Brave by his right foot and then lifts him up in the air, before dropping him back down, directly on his right knee! Shayne clutches his ankle, wincing in pain. But Popick’s not done, as he continues stomping on the right ankle. COLE Stephen Joseph is just VICIOUS in his assault on Shayne Brave’s right ankle! SJP picks up Shayne Brave once again. Shayne is limping as Popick takes him over to a neutral corner. He sits Shayne on the top rope. He then grabs Shayne’s right foot and places it over the top rope and pulls on it. SJP punches Shayne, and then goes back to pulling on his right foot. He punches Shayne, then pulls on the foot, then punches him, then pulls on his foot, lather, rinse, repeat. But when Popick goes for a punch, it’s BLOCKED! Shayne punches Popick! He then punches him again! And again! And again! Popick is stunned! Brave puts both feet on the second turnbuckle. He grabs Popick in a front facelock. He then stands up on the top rope. Shayne looks at the crowd and at Tyler and Jade. Tornado DDT! COLE Tornado DDT! Shayne Brave managing to do the tornado DDT even with one bad ankle! COACH Oh come on Popick! Don’t let a one legged man beat you! Your Tag Titles are on the line for chrissakes! Both Popick and Shayne lie on the mat. The crowd has come alive once again, rooting D*LUX on. COLE Who’s going to make the tag first? Who? WHO!? Lindsay is SCREAMING for Popick to get up. Jade Rodez is slapping the mat again and again. Tyler frantically puts his hand out for the tag. SJP starts to sit up, while "Showtime" Shayne uses all the strength he’s got left to move a few inches to his corner. He starts crawling closer and closer to Tyler--PRL enters the ring and kicks him in the back of his head! COLE And there he goes again! PRL cutting the tag off, cutting Shayne off from his partner! The referee orders for Puerto Rican to get back to his corner, but Puerto’s not paying any attention to Nick Patrick. He instead drags "Showtime" Shayne by his long blonde locks over to the heel corner. COLE The Corporate Champion and The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST dissecting "Showtime" Shayne! COACH Brilliant. Brilliant tag team wrestling from these two! I am SO proud that these guys are the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions! COLE The HI-YAH Tag Team Champions are indeed showing some of their great wrestling ability tonight! COACH Not some of it. ALL of it! "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" PRL glances menancily at the crowd, and then heads back to the ring apron. Stephen Joseph Popick smiles and then exits the ring himself. He grabs Shayne by the legs and then pulls him into the ring post! Popick then grabs Shayne’s right foot and slams it across the ring post! COLE Oh, and Popick doing more damage to that right ankle! Popick jaws with the fans at ringside. "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" COACH Popick and PRL prove that it’s not a black thing, it’s not a white thing, it’s not even a Spanish thing, it’s a me-kicking-your-ass thing! Stephen enters the ring. He stomps Shayne Brave right on his nose. He then picks "Showtime" Shayne Brave up...and gives him a wheelbarrow suplex! Stephen then taunts Shayne and picks him up again. He jaw-jacks him, and then whips him into a the turnbuckle, left shoulder first! He then pulls Shayne off the turnbuckle by his waistband and grabs him from behind. German Suplex! Popick gets up again. He picks up Shayne. He kicks him in the gut. X-Factor! COLE Those three moves always done in succession! Popick has given that three-move combo to Shayne Brave, and the match looks to be in his hands! COACH Looks to be? Popick turns Shayne over onto his back. He then stands up and spits in his face! Popick exits the ring and climbs the second rope. COLE What’s Popick going to do now? COACH Something wonderful I bet! Stephen Joseph Popick looks over the downed Shayne Brave. He motions to the crowd that he’s going to finish him off. PRL nods his head approvingly and does the Outsiders "pointing" pose to him. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez also approves. "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez look on helplessly as Popick says, "I’ve got this in the bag!" and then jumps off the second rope with an elbow drop! THAT MISSES!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Popick missed the elbow off the second rope. The Tag Team Champion and the challenger are down! COACH Come on Popick! Get up! Don’t let PRL down! Nick Patrick starts his 10 count. Both Popick and Shayne show signs of life. 3... 4... 5... 6... Popick and Shayne crawl to their corners. 7... 8... SHAYNE MAKES THE TAG TO TYLER! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Hot tag to Tyler! "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant cuts the tag off from Popick to PRL in a bit of revenge. Tyler stomps on Popick as the crowd cheers him on. Bryant picks Popick up and gives him forearm shots to the face! Bryant Irish whips Popick into the ropes. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK Body Drop to Popick! SJP crawls over to his corner and makes the tag to Tha Puerto Rican with Tyler waiting to strike. Once PRL is in the ring, Tyler is on him, beating the crap out of Tha Puerto Rican like he owes him money! Punch. Punch. Punch. Tyler Bryant whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. Yakuza Kick! PRL Flair Flops onto the mat! COLE The P.R. Menace is down and out! Tyler Bryant plays to the cheering crowd who is loving every minute of this. He then heads to a neutral corner and gets into a crouching position. The crowd cheers. COLE And he could be going for it! He could be going for his finisher! COACH No! No! No! Look out PRL! He’s coming for ya! Tyler motions for PRL to get to his feet. PRL is still lying on the mat, kissing the canvas. Stephen Joseph and Lindsay desperately try to warn PRL of his upcoming doom, while Shayne Brave and Jade Rodez watch, hoping that Tyler nails the move. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is in a bad way here! We could be seconds away from the crowning of new HI-YAH Tag Team Champions! COACH For the love of God, PRL! Look out! He’s coming to spear you! Get out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY! Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets up, using his fists to get his head off the ground. He then gets on his right knee. Jade Rodez slaps the mat, getting the crowd to clap in unison. COLE The end maybe near for Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph’s Tag Team Title reign! COACH Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! COLE Tyler, eyeing, ready to strike with his spear! COACH Look out! Look out! Look out! PRL uses the ropes to slowly get to a vertical base. He rests his head on the top turnbuckle pad to catch his breath. PRL wipes the sweat off of his forehead and turns around, just as "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant charges forward like a bull-- NAILING THA PUERTO RICAN WITH THE MERRY TYLER GORE SHOWii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 COLE The Merry Tyler Gore Show! He hit it! Tyler’s got the match won for D*LUX! Tyler goes straight into the jacknife pin. Nick Patrick counts along with the fans. 1... 2... 2 1/2 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999 MR. BORICUA COMES INTO THE RING AND KICKS TYLER IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE No! No! No! Damnit! No! Mr. Boricua starts stomping on Tyler Bryant, which leaves Nick Patrick no other choice, but to call for the bell. *DING DING DING* (24:15) "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE No! Damnit! It’s not right! It’s not fair! Tyler had the match won! D*LUX were going to win back the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! Cuban Wall also enters the ring, and together, the two big men of The Lightning Crew proceed to do a beatdown on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant! The crowd boos loudly! COLE The Lightning Crew has once again screwed D*LUX out of the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles! Just like a November Reign, The Lightning Crew has SCREWED D*LUX! COACH Ah, isn’t life grand? Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua continue their beatdown of Tyler Bryant even as Nick Patrick keeps calling for the bell. Cuban Wall ends that by grabbing Nick Patrick and throwing him over the top rope and to the floor! Wall and Boricua go back to kicking the crap out of Tyler. Shayne Brave enters the ring and tries his hands at Wall, but the 6’7" 285 pound big man shrugs him off and punches Shayne in the face. He then grabs his neck in a goozle~! COLE Oh no! No! Not this! Mr. Boricua joins Cuban Wall in the goozle, just to make things 10x worse. COACH W00t~! Mr. Boricua! Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall look at each other, then grab Shayne by his jeans and lift him up... DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ON "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE!!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Shayne Brave convulses on the mat! Jade Rodez has no choice but to stand at ringside and watch all of this, helpless. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua scream, snort, and yell. Stephen Joseph Popick enters the ring to root the two big men on. Mr. Boricua splashes Shayne Brave to add insult to injury! COLE The Lightning Crew is destroying D*LUX! COACH This is what they get for trying to steal Tha Puerto Rican and Popick’s Tag Team Title belts! COLE Coach, that is a bunch of bullsh-- COACH And they’re still continuing the punishment! LOOK! Indeed, Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall stomp the crap out of Tyler Bryant, with Popick joining in this time. Tha Puerto Rican gets to his feet and rests his head on the top rope, but watches all of this. Indeed, Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall stomp the crap out of Tyler Bryant, with Popick joining in this time. Tha Puerto Rican gets to his feet and rests his head on the top rope, but watches all of this. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez applauds the destruction she is witnessing. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" A ringside attendant has handed Popick and P.R. their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts. The HI-YAH Tag Champs hold their belts up high while Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua pick up the severely weakened "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and punch him in the face. COLE Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua beating on Tyler like he’s a giant piece of meat and they’re Rocky Balboa! Mr. Boricua whips Tyler Bryant into the ropes. When he comes back, Cuban Wall hits him with a big boot to the face! With Tyler Bryant down in the center of the ring, Cuban Wall decides that there’s no better time than now to run up to the ropes, bounce off of them, run towards Tyler, leap up...and come crashing down on Tyler with his all his weight to do The Lightning Crew Splash! P.R./Popick applaud. COLE Lightning Crew Splash! The Lightning Crew Splash on Tyler Bryant! D*LUX is reeling from these attacks! COACH And look at poor little Jade Rodez! Forced to watch all of this! She can’t help them. She’s no match for Wall and Boricua and she knows this! I love it! COLE You are a sick human being, Coach. A sick human being. Jade Rodez covers her face with her hands, tears appearing in her eyes. Stephen Joseph Popick tells Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua to pick Tyler Bryant up as garbage starts filling up the ring. COLE Oh now what? What are they going to do now? Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua pick up Tyler by his long brown hair. Both big men smile an evil smile as they hold him up. Tyler is quite obviously out of it, but that still doesn’t stop the assault. Stephen Joseph Popick measures the distance between him and Tyler, and then holds his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt out. He smiles evilly and then charges forward, knocking Tyler Bryant down to the mat with a BELTSHOT~! COLE A ::Beltshot:: on Tyler Bryant! The fans are filling the ring with garbage, but they don’t care! The Lightning Crew is enjoying this! Those sick bastards! Now Tyler Bryant is convulsing on the mat. And blood starts dripping from his forehead. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua raise their hands in the air, laughing manically about all of this. Tha Puerto Rican smirks. "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" Stephen Joseph Popick outstretches his arms in a crucified position, holding his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt with his left hand. Popick laughs manically, soaking in the jeers of the fans. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK ONE MORE!? CUBAN WALL & MR. BORICUA YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! COLE No! No! No one more! No one more! That’s enough! That’s enough! COACH Yeah, I want one more! Give me one more Lightning Crew! Tha Puerto Rican commences with the trash talking. SJP and Cuban Wall pick up the now-bleeding Tyler Bryant up. Cuban Wall clutches Bryant’s throat. Mr. Boricua also clutches Bryant’s throat. Together, they grab him by his jeans and lift him up. DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ON "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111 POPICK YEAAAAHHHHHHH! YEAH-UH~! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant lies on the mat, spread eagle, blood pouring out from the wound on his forehead. "Showtime" Shayne Brave lies on the mat, breathing hard and watching all of this. Jade Rodez puts her head down in shame. The crowd boos lustfully. COLE The Lightning Crew stand tall over BOTH members of D*LUX! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, as a result of a disqualification...DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*LUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! However, because the titles cannot change hands on a disqualification...STILL the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the woooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllddddddddddd! STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK AND "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! The crowd boos this. Garbage is still being thrown into the ring. A "P.R. SUCKS!" chant starts up. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez applauds her men. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick raise their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts in the air while Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua give them a round of applause. COACH Champions now, Champions tomorrow, Champions FOREVER! Stephen Joseph Popick gets in "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant’s face. He taunts him despite the fact that Tyler is unconscious from the repeated abuse at the hands of The Lightning Crew. Popick does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture and then jams his HI-YAH World Tag Team Title belt in the face of Bryant. STEPHEN JOSEPH YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO GET THIS BELT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME!? NEVER! NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DEAL WITH IT, PINK BOY! Popick kicks Tyler in the face just because. The camera cuts to close-ups of Shayne and Tyler. The crowd continues booing. COLE The Lightning Crew has decimated D*LUX tonight. They have completely and utterly DESTROYED them. We all thought that tonight was the night that D*LUX would get their revenge and get their belts back, but The Lightning Crew had other plans. COACH Bravo, Lighting Crew, bravo! I’d say my hats off to you, but I’m not wearing any hats tonight. "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix starts playing again. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican high fives Popick, and then raises his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt over his head. He then sneers in the general direction of D*LUX and does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. P.R. points to the nameplate on the belt which has his name on it, telling D*LUX there is no chance in hell that they’ll ever win back the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles. COLE What a pathetic display from The Lightning Crew! COACH You mean what an incredible display from The Lightning Crew! I give it 5 stars! COLE I give it 0. These guys are the worst! COACH Oh, quit being such a crybaby, crybaby! COLE Stuff it, Coach! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez enters the ring with PRL’s black spray-painted briefcase. She hugs her boyfriend first, then Popick. She then raises their hands to more boos from the fans. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua look at what’s left of D*LUX, a satisfied grin on Wall’s face. Mr. B grunts, yells, and snorts. He then cracks his knuckles. D*LUX are still down and out with no signs of movement from either of them as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. COLE This night didn’t go exactly as D*LUX planned. And I’m sure the fans weren’t happy with the result either. Let’s take a look at the replay. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the ending of the match starting with Tyler Bryant about to hit PRL with The Merry Tyler Gore Show. COLE Tyler Bryant nailed PRL with his finishing move, The Merry Tyler Gore Show. He got the pin, but then Mr. Boricua entered the ring, causing the disqualification. Then things went downhill from there. Popick, Mr. Boricua, and Cuban Wall proceeded to do a BRUTAL beatdown on D*LUX, giving them TWO double chokeslams and busting Tyler open with that HI-YAH Tag Title belt! Cut to Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall giving Tyler Bryant the double chokeslam. COACH And watch this. Watch this! The two big men, Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua, just sending "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant through the mat with that double chokeslam! I guess he ain’t so "Tremendous" anymore, is he? We see the double chokeslam on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant from a different angle. COLE Ha. Very funny, Coach. COACH Thank you. COLE Well, D*LUX may have lost tonight. But I’m sure they’ll live to fight another day. Still, you gotta believe they wanted tonight to be the night they got the Tag Team Titles back. COACH Yeah, but what are you gonna do? COLE Look for another match with the champs soon I hope. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, Stephen Joseph Popick, Cuban Wall, Mr. Boricua, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez leave the ring. PRL and Popick sling their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts over their left and right shoulders, respectively. They gloat over their victory as they walk up the entrance ramp. Jade Rodez finally comes into the ring to check on D*LUX, who are still knocked out. Tyler Bryant’s face is now a crimson mask. COLE The Lightning Crew has left D*LUX laying. Tyler Bryant is busted open. Shayne Brave’s body is mangled. And the worst part of it all is that PRL and Popick are STILL the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions! I thought these men had changed. I thought they were different! But PRL and Popick are as rotten as they ever were, maybe even moreso! COACH Calm down, Mikey! PR and Popick are really angels...nah, not really. But I love them anyway! COLE This will certainly be a night D*LUX will never forget. COACH And a night the millions AND MILLIONS of Tha Puerto Rican’s fans will always remember too! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez raises the hands of P.R. and Popick. The crowd boos al three, who have cocky smirks on their faces. Popick pantomimes drawing a halo over PRL’s head, to signify that he’s an "angel". Afterwards, P.R.L. and Stephen Joseph Popick and continue walking up the entrance ramp with the members of The Lightning Crew as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix continues playing. COLE The fans didn’t get the result that they wanted from this match, but they hope, and WE hope, that the result of our next match will be a Zack Malibu victory. COACH Right. COLE Because fans, coming up next is our main event. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. We see the match-up graphic for the Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank "Career vs. Respect" Match. The crowd explodes with cheers. COLE In what is perhaps the most anticipated main event in the three year history of HeldDOWN~!, Zack Malibu finally gets his rematch against Bruce Blank and there is alot on the line in this one. Either we will see the last match of Bruce Blank’s career here in the OAOAST, or Zack Malibu must humble himself before Bruce Blank! It’s Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank, one-on-one, in a "Career vs. Respect" Match! If Zack wins, then Blank is gone from the OAOAST forever! But if Blank wins, then Zack must say to Blank and to the world that he respects him. It’s not about titles. It’s all about pride! Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank, a "Career vs. Respect" Match, our main event, coming up next right here on HeldDOWN~! The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Commercial break

"Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix starts playing. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Oh! I hear that music. That must mean it’s time for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Title Match! As the drums kick in, the entrance doors slide open, and smoke billows out. Then after a few seconds, through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, playing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt like a guitar, Stephen Joseph Popick, wearing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, presumably there to counter the presence of Jade Rodez. PRL laughs manically as he continues pretending he is a guitar hero, while Stephen Joseph just looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face. Popick holds his arms out in a crucified position, but his pyro doesn’t come out tonight. Lindsay carries PRL’s spray-painted briefcase with the Golden Contract inside. COLE Yeah, here come the Champions. COACH No, you gotta say, THE CHAMPS ARE HERE! COLE ...Nah. That only works with one person. COACH Yeah, you’re right. PRL stops playing air guitar and slings his title belt over his left shoulder. Puerto jaws with the fans, throwing threats their way. He then high fives Popick. Lindsay Gonzalez rubs their...belts and then directs them to the ring as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. *Well, I stand up next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I stand up next to a mountain chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island might even raise just a little sand 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child* Tha Puerto Rican taunts a fan who tries to touch him, and then continues walking to the ring, a sneer on his face. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing a grey striped tanktop, bracelets, gold earrings, a gold necklace, a black skirt, and combat boots, walks in the middle, a smile on her face. Popick holds his head up high, not bothering to look at the fans and just looks straight at the ring, his right hand on his belt, and his left hand hanging in the air. COLE You know when PRL and Popick asked for a title shot, we thought they’d changed. We all saw the way they acted after World Without End. How the fans responded to them. We all thought that they had turned over a new leaf. But it was all a ploy! It was all a ploy to win the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! They fooled us all to get some gold! But now D*LUX has a chance to avenge that lost by winning tonight. If D*LUX can win tonight, not only would they get some revenge, BUT, they would also avenge the fans who all believed PRL, who all thought he was different! They would win it for them! COACH Well keep on wishing. Keep on dreaming, Cole. Because it’s not going to happen. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are ready for D*LUX, much to your chagrin. D*LUX may *think* they know PRL/Popick’s gameplan, but I’m sure The Corporate Champ and his manager have a few aces up their sleeves. This is going to be tougher than D*LUX thinks and you can quote me on that! COLE Well PRL and Popick might *think* they’re ready...but D*LUX will surprise them! These men were ROBBED out of their belts, and they’re looking for some payback tonight! PRL raises his HI-YAH Tag Team Championship belt over his head, and then climbs onto the ring apron. He sneers at the crowd. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez holds the ropes, and Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. Popick climbs the ring steps and then climbs a turnbuckle, putting one foot on the top turnbuckle pad, and scans the crowd. SJP smirks. He jumps into the ring just as PRL spins around and does his HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. Popick and Lindsay applaud. COLE Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are the current HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions. But for how much longer? Could tonight see the end of their title reign? We are about to find out on this very special night, the second of our Triple Main Event! PRL takes his belt and his briefcase and heads to a second turnbuckle where he raises the belt and briefcase over his head. The crowd is booing loudly. Puerto Rican heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the belt and briefcase over his head again. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, slowly raises the briefcase and belt and "smells the electricity" a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses, earring, and HBK-like entrance attire as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. COACH Look at those two. Confident as ever. And of course Lindsay is as hot as she always is! They’re getting ready for a SUCCESSFUL title defense tonight! COLE Don’t be too sure about that, Coach. D*LUX are hungry. They want what was taken from them, and they want them now! COACH Again. Keep dreaming. Not going to happen. Blah, blah, blah, you know the rest! Popick removes his shades and gives them to a ringside attendant. Popick, PR, and Lindsay chat things up, perhaps discussing strategy. P.R. kisses his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt and hands it over to referee Nick Patrick. Popick also kisses his belt and also hands it over to referee Nick Patrick. P.R. and SJP high five each other while "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix dies down. COLE PR and Popick are having their first title defense tonight. Will it be their last? "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick bounce off the ropes, getting ready for the match. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez just stands there and watches her men. The crowd buzzes in anticipation of D*LUX’s entrance. PR and Popick look to the entrance. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd roars its approval as "First To Believe" by A1 blasts over the P.A. system. The entrance doors slide open, and little miss Jade Rodez makes her way first, her eyes targeting Tha Puerto Rican and Popick. She’s not that happy today, by the way. She’s SERIOUS. "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and "Showtime" Shayne Brave come out next, and they’re also in a serious mood, as proven by their angry expressions on their faces. Tyler stands on Jade’s left, Shayne on their right. They half-heatedly strike a pose, and then Jade points them to the ring, which they begin walking to, slapping *some* hands along the way. COLE The former Champions, and at one time, allies of Tha Puerto Rican and Popick! But allies no more. D*LUX have declared WAR on P.R. and Popick, and won’t rest until they get back their titles! COACH Oh I feel sorry for D*LUX. They’re in a war that they’ll never win. How do you suppose those two pretty boys will stop the tandem of PRL and Stephen Joseph? By singing to them? Maybe it’ll hurt their ears, but it WON’T give them the HI-YAH Tag Titles back! D*LUX continue their walk to the ring with Jade Rodez, looking right at PRL and Popick. COLE D*LUX won’t fall for PRL’s tricks this time. Last time they took it easy because they were worried about Puerto’s supposed ’broken’ arm, but there’s no lying tonight! D*LUX are going to come strong and hard and I believe they might just leave here tonight with the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles around their sexy waists! COACH Wait. What did you just say? COLE Oh...uh...nothing. Nothing! I didn’t say nothing! I like boobs. Yeah! Tyler and Shayne leap onto the ring apron. They each take a hand of Jade’s and pulled her up onto the ring apron with them. D*LUX hold the ropes, so that Jade Rodez can enter the ring. D*LUX follow her. The three of them throw out threats to PRL, Popick, and Lindsay, who just laugh them off. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Good luck, Backstreet Boys! HAHAHAHAHAHA! COLE The Champions sure are cocky, but the challengers are hungry, and that might spell bad news for Tha Puerto Rican and Popick! Popick pretends to ’put up his dukes’ like a cartoon character. This doesn’t make any member of D*LUX nor Jade laugh as "First To Believe" continues playing. COACH You’re right Cole. The first match wasn’t a fair fight. But now, we ARE going to see a fair fight, and it WILL be the same result. D*LUX are boys. PRL and Popick are men. And as you’ll clearly see, the men will beat the boys! Referee Nick Patrick tries to maintain the peace as Michael Buffer enters the ring. COLE P.R./Popick. D*LUX! The HI-YAH Tag Team Titles are on the line! It’s time for the much anticipated rematch between these two teams. The second of our Triple Main Event tonight on HeldDOWN~! Let’s go to the ring with Michael Buffer for our introductions. Michael Buffer stands in the center of the ring, with PRL, Popick, and Lindsay and D*LUX and Jade Rodez standing a few feet away from him. "First To Believe" by A1 dies down as the bell rings. *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a one hour TV time limit, and is for the HI-YAH Tag Team Championship of the world! Sanctioned by the HI-YAH organization out of Japan. The referee when the bell sounds will be Nick Patrick. Introducing first, to my left. The challengers. Accompanied as always by their manager, Jade Rodez. Both men hailing from the great state of Michigan and weighing in at a total combined weight of 397 lbs. They are the former two-time HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the wooooorrrrlllllld! "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant. They...are....DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*LUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! The crowd cheers uproariously for the team of D*LUX. D*LUX nod to the fans, but then turn their attention to PR/Popick. COACH BOOOOO! COLE Quiet, Coach! BUFFER And their opponents, to my right. (BOOOOOO!) Accompanied tonight by the 1st Lady of The Lightning Crew, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 445 lbs. (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) They are the reigning, and defending, undisputed HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the woooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllddddddddddd! STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK AND "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! The crowd boos PR and Popick out of the building. P.R. politely waves to the fans while Popick jogs in place. Lindsay points to her men. COLE These fans used to cheer these guys! Now they’re getting a complete 180! COACH It’s amazing how fickle these fans are. Simply amazing. As Michael Buffer leaves the ring, Nick Patrick shows the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts to P.R. and Popick, who touch them, and then to D*LUX, who also touch them, and then look at P.R./Popick. Nick Patrick raises the belts over his head in order to let the crowd know that this is a title match, and then hands the belts over to a ringside attendant. COLE We are about moments away from the start of this match, a match D*LUX have waited for, but didn’t get until last week, when PRL was pinned by Tyler Bryant! COACH With Colombian Heat’s help. COLE Still he was pinned. And that gave them the title shot. COACH What a shoddy reason to give them a shot. COLE Shut up. Nick Patrick pats down P.R./Popick and then D*LUX. He then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* "The Rematch!" HI-YAH WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN & STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK (Champions with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez) vs. D*LUX (Challengers with Jade Rodez) Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez gives a kiss to PR and a hug to Popick, and then leaves the ring. Jade Rodez high fives both members of D*LUX and then leaves the ring. The crowd is buzzing, excited for this match. COLE Here we go! The bell has rung! The match can begin! Who will hold the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles at the end of the night? COACH P-- COLE Save it, Coach! Stephen Joseph Popick agrees to start first for his team. "Showtime" Shayne Brave decides to start first for his team. After the usual high fives, Shayne and Popick circle each other. They lock up. Both men jockey for position. This takes them all the way to a neutral corner, where Nick Patrick forces them to break it up. Popick lets go...and then socks Shayne in the jaw! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Ow! What a cheapshot! COACH Only from the best. Only from the best. Shayne is pissed, so they lock up again. Once more they jockey for position. But neither man can get the advantage and once again they head to a neutral corner. Before Nick Patrick can break it up, Stephen Joseph lets go...and slaps Shayne right across his face! COLE Now come on now! That’s enough! COACH Popick’s just enjoying toying with the kid. I approve. Suddenly, Shayne starts firing with punches left and right! The crowd gets hotter with each punch, and Popick gets more and more dazed. COACH No! No! No! Popick, what are you letting him do to you!? Shayne turns around. Discuss punch! Popick falls to the mat! Shayne motions for SJ to bring it, but the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion begs off. COLE Is he begging off? COACH No! He’s just playing games with Shayne’s head. Popick continues begging off, but Brave decides to grab Stephen’s head, and gets scratched in the eyes as a result. COACH See? Stephen Joseph Popick uses the ropes to pull himself up. He punches the back of Shayne Brave, in between taunting him. SJP uses the CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms on the back of Shayne’s neck. He then lifts Shayne up from behind. High angle neckbreaker! COACH Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL moves from Stephen Joseph Popick! Corporately executed! PRL applauds his tag team partner from the ring apron. SJP smiles evilly as he taunts Shayne Brave some more, and then picks him up. Popick places Shayne in a standing headscissors causing the crowd to boo loudly. Popick just laughs it off, taunting Shayne some more. COLE Lots of taunting from Popick! COACH He’s confident that he’s got this one in the bag early! Popick goes to grab Shayne...but Shayne comes to life, grabbing Popick’s legs out from under him! Brave then grabs Popick’s legs again and sets him up...for a catapult into a neutral corner! Popick’s head rests on the top turnbuckle pad, so Shayne grabs Popick by his blonde hair and starts slamming his head on top of the turnbuckle! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! 11! 12! 13! 14! 15! 16! COACH STOP! STOP! STOP IT! 17! 18! 19! 20! Stephen Joseph Popick is now dazed and confused. He collapses to one knee. Luckily, he just so happens to be near his corner, so he makes the tag to Tha Puerto Rican. COLE The Corporate Champ is now in this match! PRL comes into the ring and starts attacking Shayne Brave with Rock-style punches to the temple. The punches stagger Shayne a little, but he still looks to be in the match. Punch. Punch! Punch!! NOW KISS THAT LEFT! Punch! Shayne goes down! COACH Yes! Yes! Get him! Get him! Get him! PRL goes to work on Shayne, kicking him with his shaky leg kicks. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" P.R. tells the crowd to shut up. He then grabs Shayne Brave by his hair and picks him up. PRL applies a headlock on Brave. Puerto Rican cinches the hold tight. P.R. punches Brave in the forehead for good measure. But then Shayne fires back with a back suplex, breaking the headlock! "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican both lie on the mat for a few seconds, but then Shayne quickly crawls over to his corner (the match has only been a few minutes long you know) and makes the tag to "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyler immediately starts stomping on Tha Puerto Rican. Bryant picks Tha Puerto Rican up and whips him into the ropes. Samoan Drop! Tyler picks up PRL by his hair and takes him over to a neutral corner. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tyler whips PRL into the opposite neutral corner. PRL hits the turnbuckle back first HARD! He then stumbles out from there...right into a BAAAAAAACK Body Drop from Bryant! Tyler then runs over to PRL’s corner and knocks Popick out to the floor with one punch! TYLER BRYANT YEAH-UH! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And Tyler Bryant is in control of Tha Puerto Rican! COACH And pigs have begun to fly. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez checks on Stephen Joseph Popick. Meanwhile, "Tremendous" Tyler picks Tha Puerto Rican up by his hair and takes him over to a neutral corner again. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE You just know that every second of everyday since November 27th, D*LUX have been thinking about what happened to them at November Reign! COACH They should just get over it. It’s been a few weeks. Let it go. COLE Coach, they were screwed out of their titles at November Reign. That’s something that’s hard to forget. COACH Well they should. It’s not healthy to keep living in the past. Tyler makes the tag to Shayne. Bryant takes PRL off the turnbuckle and places him in the middle of the ring. Tyler looks at Shayne. OPPOSITES ATTRACT! COLE Opposites Attract! That inverted atomic drop/Yakuza Kick combo has just been given to Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Hey no fair! That’s a double team move! They shouldn’t be doing this! Only one man is the legal man! Come on ref! Stop this! Shayne picks up PRL. He starts punching him in the face repeatedly "Showtime" Shayne grabs Puerto’s left arm and applies an arm-wringer on it, which he turns into a hammerlock. Shayne then punches the back of PRL’s neck and then bounces off the ropes, grabbing PRL and giving him a facecrusher! The crowd cheers. Shayne makes the tag to Tyler. Tyler grabs Tha Puerto Rican and picks him up. Phantom Neckbreaker! Tyler then hits Popick, knocking him off the ring apron again! COLE Oh! Not a good night for Popick! Not a good night at all! COACH Aah! Poor Popick! Lindsay Gonzalez goes to check on Popick again. While that happens, Tyler Bryant makes the tag back to Shayne Brave, who gets on the top rope, looks to the crowd, and then jumps off the top with a picture perfect elbow drop! COLE Beautiful move from one half of D*LUX! And here’s the first cover of the match! 1... 2... KICK OUT! "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" Shayne is mad, but he carries on, picking PRL up, and commencing with the punching of the face. Brave grabs PRL’s right arm and whips him into the ropes--PRL reverses--and Shayne gets hit with a knee to the back by Popick! Shayne turns around to see SJP pleading innocence. But Shayne’s not falling for that (again). He takes a swipe at Popick, but the Most Hated Man In The OAOAST gets off the ring apron, claiming a minor victory. Shayne Brave turns around...right into a clothesline from Tha Puerto Rican that turns him inside out! COLE And oh MY! What a move from Tha Puerto Rican! COACH And Stephen Joseph Popick with the assist! PRL points to his head, letting the crowd know how smart he is, further irritating the crowd. COLE "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican now with the match in his hands! Will The Corporate Champ and his manager retain the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles? We’ll find out right after this commercial break right here on HeldDOWN~! Tha Puerto Rican looks at the fallen "Showtime" Shayne Brave as we go to the commercial break. Commercials

The ignore feature is your friend. Worked for me. We'll see a Red Sox-Yankees two or three game series in Japan within two years, I think. That way they can see how REAL baseball is played: for a really, really long time.

Jingle Bells plays over the arena, as OAOAST ring attendants dressed as elves bring out various "presents", followed by a seven-foot high cactus wrapped in barbed wire, little christmas lights covering each barb. An attendant climbs a ladder, also wrapped in similar barbed wire, and places a star on top of the tree. The star is comprised of steel spikes, as you would see on the Road Warriors' shoulder pads. COACH Aah, the holiday season! COLE Absolutely, it's that time of year, time for our Christmas Deathmatch! Alfdogg defending his Canadian title against the hometown boy, Thunderkid! Let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* (done all slow and dramatic-like) BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following is a match for the OAOAST Canadian championship! Tonight, two former associates will go to war, perhaps their final war, right here in GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN! *crowd cheers* BUFFER Right here, for the first time in wrestling history, the OAOAST presents, on network television, a CHRISTMAS DEATHMATCH! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Green Bay, Wisconsin, ARRRRRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYYYYYOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY??? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here tonight, and the millions watching around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentleman...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *crowd cheers, then God of Thunder hits, and they EXPLODE, as TK walks through the curtains.* BUFFER Coming down the aisle...he weighs in at 250 pounds, and hails from right here in GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN... *crowd cheers* BUFFER ...introducing the challenger...THUNDERKID! TK slides into the ring and poses on the buckles in every corner. He then stands mid-ring with his hands on his knees, as Magnum Opus hits, and the crowd showers Alf with boos on his way out. BUFFER His opponent...weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST Canadian champion...ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf slides into the ring and poses on the buckles with his belt, drawing boos. He then hands the belt to the referee, who raises it in the air, then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Alf and TK face off in mid-ring, talking trash to one another as camera bulbs go off around them. Suddenly, Alf strikes! COLE Here we go! Alf gets in a few shots, then he and TK start trading punches! TK gets the better of the exchange, backing Alf into a corner, and climbing to the second rope, then hammering away as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! Alf brings TK out of the corner and tries an inverted atomic drop, but TK avoids the impact, then floors Alf with a clothesline! TK's home crowd cheers him on! COLE And TK on a roll here in this championship match! Alf ducks out of the ring, but TK meets him with a PLANCHA~! TK delivers right hands on the floor, then drags him over and rams his face into the ring steps! COLE And Alf's face meets the steel steps! COACH And it's been all TK here early on, Alf better get it going! TK sets up Alf, but Alf reverses an Irish whip, and sends TK into another set of ring steps! COACH There we go! Alf sets up TK on the floor, and delivers a vertical suplex! He then reaches underneath the ring. COACH What could Alf be going after here, Cole? COLE Who knows. Alf comes out with a strand of Christmas lights, and wraps them around TK's throat! COLE And Alf trying to choke out TK with those Christmas lights! COACH Like I said, I love the holiday season! Alf then throws TK back into the ring, and grabs a long, skinny present. He smacks it lightly against the ropes, then brings it down with a CRACK across the back of TK! COLE And Alf making good use of the "presents" already here, Coach! Alf unwraps the present, which was obviously a kendo stick, and delivers two more shots to the back, then lets TK get to his feet. Alf then delivers a shot to the gut, and another one to the back! Alf then raises his arms in the air, which draws boos from the crowd. Alf covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up TK and sends him into the corner, then charges with the stick, but TK lifts a foot into the face! TK then grabs the stick from Alf, and sends him to the mat with a shot right between the eyes! COLE WOW, right in the face! TK then sets up the cactus in the corner, then sets up Alf for a slingshot! COACH Oh, no! TK sends Alf right into the cactus with a slingshot! He then pulls Alf off of the cactus and delivers a back suplex, before going to the outside and grabbing the ladder which was used to put the star atop the cactus. COLE And TK with that ladder now! TK pulls the cactus out of the corner, then sets the ladder there, and starts climbing. When he gets to the top, he reaches his right foot out and places it on the cactus, then rides it down like a surfboard on top of Alf! COLE And Alf tastes the cactus again! TK covers... 1... 2... Kickout! TK then slides to the outside and sets up a table on the floor. He then slides in and picks Alf up, setting him up in a powerbomb! TK lifts him, and drives him into the mat! He then lifts him up once more, and carries him towards the ropes! COACH Oh no, not through the table! However, Alf is able to block, and counter into a hurricanrana, taking TK right over the top and down through the table! COLE But it's Alf with a terrific counter, and TK on the floor after going through that table! Alf lays on the apron for a few seconds, then grabs TK and drags him down the entranceway. COLE And now Alf taking TK backstage! Alf gets through the curtains, and rams TK gut-first into a table! He then spots Jumbo backstage, who is dressed as Santa. The crowd laughs. COACH What the hell is he doing back there? Alf grabs a large sack of candy canes from Jumbo. JUMBO Hey, I was eatin' those! Alf walks over to TK with the sack, and slams it across his back! Alf then finds a steel chair, and measures TK. When TK turns around, still on his knees, Alf brings the chair down onto his head...but it comes back up and cracks Alf! The camera then zooms in on TK, who is wearing a cheese head! This gets a big pop from the crowd. COLE How about that counter? TK picks up Alf and drags him across the backstage area, throwing him through a door, which leads outside! TK follows and he and Alf battle it out in the cold, Wisconsin air! COACH Can you imagine how cold those two must be right now? COLE This has been a non-stop fight for the Canadian title here on HeldDOWN~! TK gets the better of the brief outdoor slugfest, then drags Alf back inside, and all the way back down to the ring. COLE And back out in the ring, where Alf is now busted open, probably from that chair to the face! TK tosses Alf back into the ring, and grabs another present, this one round-shaped! COACH Look at that! TK got the world's largest donut for Christmas! TK unwraps the present, to reveal a wreath made entirely of barbed wire! COACH (concerned) ...well, I was wrong! COLE If you are right, I don't think Alf's gonna like the taste of this one! TK rolls back into the ring, where Alf has now found a present, unwrapping it to reveal a STOP sign! Alf pulls himself to his feet as TK stalks him, and tosses the sign at him, distracting him long enough to deliver a SUPERKICK~!, which sends the wreath back into the face of TK! COACH Oh my goodness! COLE And now it's TK who's been lacerated! Alf slowly gets to his feet, and tips the cactus over onto TK! COLE And what's Alf going for now? Alf grabs the stop sign, and ascends the top rope. COACH This can't end good for TK! Alf leaps off the top, and SPLASHES THE CACTUS, with TK underneath! COLE TK SMASHED underneath the cactus! Cover... 1... 2... NO! TK gets a shoulder up! COLE But still hanging in there! Alf grabs yet another present, which contains a baseball bat bag. Alf pulls out a bat, which just happens to be wrapped in barbed wire! COLE And the hits just keep on coming! COACH Well, this is where the Brewers play, so, maybe not. Alf waits for TK to pull himself up, then charges, but takes the wreath to the midsection! TK then backs into the ropes, slides on the mat, and decks Alf in the face with the wreath! COLE And Alf takes a shot with that wreath right to the face! TK staggers around the ring briefly, then drops to his knees and digs the wreath into the face of Alf! COLE And now TK just further opening that wound on the forehead of Alf! TK releases, and Alf immediately scrambles out of the ring. TK follows, as Alf makes his way backstage once again. The camera follows TK, getting lost in the curtain, then when the view is restored, the view is Ken Pantera hammering away on TK! COLE Oh, come on! What's Pantera doing there? Pantera then holds TK in a front facelock, as Felix Strutter appears, holding a massive candy cane, breaking it across the back of TK! COLE And TK reeling after that sneak attack by Team Canada! Alf sits in Santa's chair nearby, catching his wind, then gets to his feet and drags TK over to a large tank, about 10 feet high off the ground, containing Christmas tree balls. Alf climbs the ladder on the side of the tank, dragging TK up behind him. COACH Oh no, I shudder to think what could happen here! Once he has TK all the way up on the platform, about 6 feet above the tank, the two begin to trade blows. TK starts to get the better of the exchange, but Alf ducks a big right hand, and lifts TK in a back suplex, with both men FALLING INTO THE TANK OF CHRISTMAS TREE BALLS~! COLE OH MY GOD, both men into the tank! Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Both men lay around in the tank for about 30 seconds, before Alf starts to stir a little bit. He climbs out of the tank, and removes his shirt, shaking all the debris off of it, before putting it back on. He then grabs TK and pulls him down to the floor as he is inching his way down the ladder, and rams his face into the side of the tank. Pantera backs a golf cart onto the scene, and Alf drapes TK over the seat, then sits on the back, as Pantera drives them to the ring. COLE And now Alf and TK back on their way to the ring, courtesy of Ken Pantera! Alf grabs TK off the cart and rolls him back into the ring, then high-fives Pantera before he drives off. Alf then rolls back into the ring himself. Alf sets up the ladder in front of TK, then places TK's arms over his chest, much like the Undertaker would do. He places the wreath on his chest, and starts climbing the ladder. COACH And now Alf will finish TK off! Alf gets to the top of the ladder, gets his balance, and DROPS A LEG on TK! COACH That's it! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! TK gets a shoulder up! COLE BUT NO! TK refusing to quit! Alf lays back on the mat, as the crowd starts to cheer, and encourage TK. COLE Outstanding fight between both competitors! COACH You almost hate to see a loser in a match like this, Cole! Alf picks up TK and lays him against the cactus, in the corner. Alf backs up, and raises his hand in the air, drawing boos from the crowd, then charges TK, but TK moves out of the way, and Alf delivers a splash to the cactus! COLE And Alf once again into the cactus! TK grabs the ladder, and dropkicks it into the back of Alf! TK then catches Alf, hooking him in a front facelock! He then lifts Alf into the air, and drives him with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE HE HIT IT! 1... 2... NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! COACH How do you like that, Cole? Now it's Alf hanging in by the skin of his teeth! TK gets to his feet and looks down on Alf, rubbing his hand through his hair. He then sets the ladder back up, and climbs it, with his back to the cactus, bringing Alf up on the other side. TK sets up a suplex, but Alf blocks, and delivers right hands, then rams TK's face into the top of the ladder. Alf then climbs over to the other side of the ladder, sitting on TK's upper back and hooking his legs under TK's arms. COLE Oh my God... Alf flips down, BRINGING TK DOWN ON THE CACTUS~! COACH DAY-UM~! COLE And TK landing high and tight on his head and shoulders! Alf turns TK over on his back, then signals for the end. COACH NOW it's over! Alf scales the top rope, while TK reaches over, and grabs the spike star from the cactus! COLE But look at TK! Alf gets his balance, and leaps off for the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 ...but TK catches Alf in the forehead with the spike! COACH OH NO! COLE Alf diving right into that spike! Alf rolls over onto his back, as TK slowly gets to his feet. TK then backs into the ropes, and jumps, driving the spike star into Alf's forehead one more time, then picks up Alf again, as the crowd gets to their feet again...and delivers the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE He got it again! Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* The crowd EXPLODES as TK rolls to his back. COLE HE GOT HIM! And we've got a NEW champion! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Canadian champion...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE Two former friends turned enemies putting their bodies, their careers, their lives on the line here tonight for the gold, and in the end, Thunderkid has done it, he is the NEW OAOAST Canadian champion! The crowd is still going wild, as TK receives the belt from the referee, and raises it before slumping forward in the corner and hugging it to the side of his face. As Alf is helped from the ring, TK slowly rolls out and slaps hands with the ringside fans, then climbing over the barrier and celebrating with his hometown people. COLE An incredible scene here for Thunderkid, will it be the same scene later for the OAOAST when Zack Malibu clashes with Bruce Blank? It's Bruce's contract vs Zack's respect, coming up soon! After the break, we've got the HI-YAH Tag Team titles on the line! Stay right there!