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I'd like to add some Gold Glove picks as well, if I may. AL C - Ivan Rodriguez, DET (just barely edging Mauer) 1B - Mark Texiera, TEX 2B - Mark Ellis, OAK 3B - Mike Lowell, BOS (just 6 errors all year) SS - Michael Young, TEX (A-Gon would have had it if he played more games) LF - Carl Crawford, TB CF - Corey Patterson, BAL RF - Jermaine Dye, CHW (Nick Markakis a close second) P - Kris Benson, BAL (not as many IPs as Josh Beckett, but a higher Range Factor) NL C - Brad Ausmus, HOU 1B - Albert Pujols, STL 2B - Orlando Hudson, ARI 3B - Freddy Sanchez, PIT SS - Adam Everett, HOU LF - Alfonso Soriano, WAS CF - Carlos Beltran, NYM RF - Brad Hawpe, COL P - Bronson Arroyo, CIN

If the first episode is any indication, Michael Emerson's Emmy nomination should be in the bag. I'm going to enjoy learning about Henry/Bob's backstory.

I gotta do one of these for the Yankees? Fuck the Yankees, watch the postseason.

They probably just got the guy that does ESPN Monday Night Football's graphics. Mark Foley (AAAAGGGGGG)

What's wrong with you? So what if in just two years your front office pissed away all the goodwill it got after '04? The rest of the world is sick of the six months it usually takes to play a Red Sox-Yankees playoff series anyway. That Beckett trade worked out for everyone; the Marlins got some prospects, Beckett got paid and the fans in the Monster Seats got more chances at home run balls. You were willing to wait 86 years for a title, another 10+ years should be a piece of cake so shut up, paahk the caah and watch the postseason!

We like to arbitrarily drop/add the -ugh to a lot of small towns up here. It's the same pronunciation either way.

How can you make that statement after 1 week. Plus Heroes was the Premier, tough to judge because of that/ Why not? The Heroes premiere brought a big audience and it was only able to sustain a little more than half of it. That's not good.

Guess that whole thing about guaranteeing that you won't sell the system on E-Bay will be a lot easier to enforce.

Barbed wire steel cage matches, LIVE in all Gamestop stores across the nation!! Winner gets the coveted PS3. Now watch Sony have more "problems" and force EB employees to just sell PS3 parts and tell the customers to put their own damn system together.

That does make sense what with the subway clock going nuts when he first teleported to NYC. I'm guessing all the "Heroes" are drawn to NYC and that explosion is meant to wipe them all out with the cheerleader's father being one of the masterminds.

Seriously, what the fuck is up with ESPN's graphics people? Along with the AAAAAAGGGGGG, they had the little countdown timer in their Bottom Line earlier today....but the logos were of the Falcons and Saints. Someone better get their asses fired soon.

Indeed. They are rounding out these characters pretty well. The CGI folks must enjoy mutilating the cheerleader character in so many ways.

I'll add more in-depth feedback a little later, but my overall thoughts are as follows: We are on a PPV roll right now. Everyone put a lot of thought into their matches, making sure that it had a good overall story in addition to making the in-ring action was exciting to read as well. Like NYU, I'm seriously digging what a pompus ass Landon Maddix (See? I remembered, KC) is. I was really looking forward to the main event and I think it delivered nicely; EWC and NYU really should deserve credit for an incredibly entertaining feud over the past month. The ending was a little strange at first, but it certainly makes sense when you think about Drek's history. I was putting off and putting off writing my match until the last minute and I thought it suffered as a result, so I'm glad and a little surprised it's getting such good response. Overall, not as good as AngleSlam, but definitely in the top 5 PPVs of the year.

While I agree that Varitek's value is a little overblown, you have to give a better reason for this than "It's Jason Varitek."

AL MVP 1. Derek Jeter 2. David Ortiz 3. Joe Mauer 4. Travis Hafner 5. Justin Morneau 6. Johan Santana 7. Cheng-Meng Wang 8. Grady Sizemore 9. Jonathan Papelbon 10. Frank Thomas NL MVP 1. Miguel Cabrera 2. Albert Pujols 3. Carlos Beltran 4. Ryan Howard 5. Lance Berkman 6. Alfonso Soriano 7. David Wright 8. Brandon Webb 9. Nomar Garciaparra 10. Carlos Zambrano AL Cy Young 1. Johan Santana 2. Cheng Meng Wang 3. Jonathan Papelbon NL Cy Young 1. Brandon Webb 2. Roy Oswalt 3. Carlos Zambrano AL Manager of the Year 1. Jim Leyland 2. Ron Gardenhire 3. Terry Francona NL Manager of the Year 1. Joe Girardi 2. Willie Randolph 3. Grady Little AL Rookie of the Year 1. Justin Verlander 2. Jonathan Papelbon 3. Jered Weaver NL Rookie of the Year 1. Hanley Ramirez 2. Dan Uggla 3. Chris Duncan

I still hold some, some reservations about Grossman because of his injury history, but that defense is a BEAST and they should slap around the other teams in their division with little problem. I think the Raiders clinched an 0-16 season today. When you let the Browns come back from a big lead and beat you, you won't beat anybody.

What the hell is up with Miami? 15 points against the TEXANS? Next Sunday can't come soon enough. If Dillon and Maroney can stay healthy at the same time, look the fuck out NFL.

Fucking hell, I suck at this. The Rams covered by half a point preventing Porter from completely sweeping the differential picks.

Bump to remind people that I am working on this. I really, really, really, really want and hope to get this done tonight because I'm helping my sister move tomorrow and I don't want to hold up the show one bit.

I was about to say. That's probably the only smart move Theo and Co. have done since winning the championship. Is there a single team in the playoffs this year that has a rotation that makes you say "Yeah, I'm confident they can get it done"? I can't find one. This may be a postseason with one of the highest runs per game averages in history.

Meltzer is running a contest where the person who correctly predicts the quarter hour audience for the Ortiz-Shamrock match wins a year's subscription to the Observer. I entered. What the hell?

The only major changes I can see is a new "Friends" system that's kind of like a PM Buddy List and a revamped post editor. Changes are listed here, but a lot of it is more on the moderating/admin side of things.

CREDITS: Written by Alfdogg Bruce Blank Zack Malibu Tony149 NYU King Cucaracha KingPK Ed Wood Caulfield The Man Behind the Curtain KingPK ©2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved.

The camera cuts to the backstage area. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are checking on Cuban Wall. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is panicking. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN Are you okay man? Are you okay? CUBAN WALL I'll live, man. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and, folks, if you're just joining us, earlier tonight, Drek Stone did a beat down on Cuban Wall as a way to send a message to Tha Puerto Rican. COACH And might I say, he did a good job! STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Oh man. It looks like he got you pretty bad. CUBAN WALL Guys, calm down. I told you. I'll live. MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Oh God. That was so terrible. How could they do that? Lindsay is on the brink of tears. Popick checks on Cuban Wall's face. COLE Even though Drek Stone didn't attack Tha Puerto Rican, it looks like he struck first blood three days away from World Without End. COACH And think about this, Cole. If this is what Drek Stone did to Cuban Wall, a 6'7" 285 pound big man, imagine what he's going to do to Tha Puerto Rican, whose a few inches shorter than him! This Sunday is going to be great! COLE It's going to be quite a night on Sunday. Tha Puerto Rican is pacing back and forth. THA PUERTO RICAN DAMN IT! Drek's going down on Sunday. You hear that Drek! You're dead this Sunday! YOU HEAR THAT DREK!?!?! YOU'RE DEAD THIS SUNDAY! YOU'RE DEAD!!! PRL throws a garbage can away in frustration. He mutters to himself, and then goes back to checking on Cuban Wall with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph. (Cut to Sofa Central) COLE Wow. PRL is in a bad mood heading into World Without End. One of his closest friends, the Muscle For The Lightning Crew, just got beat up by Drek Stone. COACH That was just an example of what Drek Stone's going to do to PRL this Sunday. The match won't end until one of their cornermen throws in the towel. After what Drek does to Tha Puerto Rican this Sunday, Stephen Joseph's going to have no choice but to throw in the towel! COLE This is the second week in the roll where Drek Stone has gotten the upper hand. He's got the ball in his court as we head into the Alamodome this Sunday night. Will we see him successfully retain his OAOAST World Heavyweight Title against Tha Puerto Rican? Or will Tha Puerto Rican get revenge for tonight and dethrone Drek Stone to win the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title for the first time ever? So much anticipation, so much intensity, and it will all come to a head this Sunday, October 1st, at OAOAST World Without End! No disqualifications. No count outs. No pinfalls. No submissions. The only way to win is for someone to throw in the towel. It's "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican taking on "Reckless" Drek Stone for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship and it's happening from the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas at World Without End, Sunday October 1st, live only on pay-per-view! Just one more friendly reminder COLE This Sunday night, we've got a stacked card for our World Without End spectacular, but there is one match on that show that has everyone's attention perhaps more than any other. It's a Dream Tag Team Match, with no rules pertaining to it, as we prepare for another chapter in the blood feud between Bruce Blank and Zack Malibu, this time with some added involvment. COACH When it comes to The Wildcards, there's always added involvement, yo. But Malibu, someone's got his back this time around. COLE After months of being jaded by his peers due to being responsible for the Wildcards reign of terror which ultimately came back to haunt him, someone has stepped up to the plate. That someone is Leon Rodez, Zack Malibu's former partner in The Usual Suspects. This Sunday night, that duo will reform and enter a tag team match for the first time since the beginning of this year, to take on two of The Wildcards who earned their sick reputations in a certain other company. Despite what you know them as here on OAOAST Television, Blank and Bloodshed were known as The Dead Precendents in another organization, where their brutality was as unmatched as it is here. Bruce Blank attempted to back Zack into a corner by having both Todd Cortez and Bloodshed attack him in recent weeks, however when Rodez stepped into the picture, it lured Blank back out into the open, after claiming that he has no need or reason to step back into the ring with Zack again. What we'd like to take you to now is to both teams, obviously not together as that's a recipe for chaos. However The Usual Suspects are standing by outside, while Blank and Bloodshed are inside the arena, under heavy watch no less. We take you now to both teams and their comments on the match this coming Sunday. The scene fades to the parking lot, where we see Zack Malibu pacing, and his partner Leon Rodez sitting on the back end of a car, appearing to be in though. MALIBU So as yet another protective measure, we're out here. In the parking lot, rather than out in the ring in front of you fans, or even in the backstage area close by. Instead of being amongst the rest of the OAOAST roster, we've got to make these comments from the confines of the parking lot, because everyone knows that Zack Malibu doesn't want to wait until Sunday night. Everyone knows that Bruce Blank doesn't want until Sunday night. It's not that we don't want to wait...it's that we CAN'T wait, for entirely different reasons. You know all of my reasons...especially you, Bruce. I know yours too. I know why you can't wait. I know why you're going to try to take my head off with that equalizer of yours if you get a chance before Sunday, and it's because you think the end is near, don't you? Don't you feel like, after all this, your day of reckoning is going to catch up with you? The scene quickly cuts to an empty room backstage. Bloodshed sits in the corner, arms folded on his knees, while Bruce Blank grins into the camera. BLANK Am I hearin' you right out there, boy? Are you tryin' to make me look scared? Scared of what, mind you? A mental midget of a man so broken down he don't know what's good for him anymore? A man so obsessed not with me like he claims, but with himself and the fact that he can't swallow his pride and realize he failed his friends, his family, his fans, and most importantly, his baby girl? YOU FAILED, ZACK! What we've got coming up is a DREAM MATCH, one for the ages...BUT YOU NEED TO FACE REALITY! That dream match is gonna be a nightmare for you, one that you might not wake up from! I've pushed you to your limit, beaten you to the brink of death, and yet you want more!? MORE!? MORE FROM ME, AND FROM THIS MAN, OVER HERE, WITH NO REGARD FOR HIS OWN SAFETY OR YOURS?! YOU HAVE DUG YOUR OWN GRAVE, BOY, AND YOU'RE BRINGING AN INNOCENT MAN ALONG FOR THE RIDE! Once again, the camera cuts, this time back to the parking lot, where Rodez has hopped off the car, and is approaching the camera. RODEZ Innocent? Maybe. Dragged? Hardly. I didn't get dragged into anything, Blank. Nothing was sugarcoated for me. I've seen first hand what this man has been through, and that's EXACTLY why I stepped up. Because I'm not going to let a man I respect, my partner, my FRIEND, go at this alone. I'm not going to watch the family this man has at home used as a lure to get him to come at you, only to be beaten down again and again and again. Rage can blind you, Bruce...and when Zack Malibu is blinded I'm going to be there to be his eyes. That could be good for you...I could let him go easy on you...but now that I think about it, it's highly unlikely. Yet another camera cut, back to Blank and Bloodshed. BLANK EASY!? You hearin' this, Bloodshed? Leon Rodez ain't gonna let Zack go easy on me!? WE DON'T DO EASY, YOU SISSY SONS A' BITCHES! Ain't nothin' easy about this life. You tryin' to be the voice of reason here, Leon? Let me spell it out for you...that reason of yours is fallin' on deaf ears. Just because my man here don't talk too much don't mean he don't understand the importance of this situation. Just because I might not seem like a highly educated fellow doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doin'. I took your partner APART. I did what everyone tried to do, but no one could. Some came close, but I FINISHED THE JOB! ZACK MALIBU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN, THANKS TO BRUCE BLANK AND THE WILDCARDS! Camera cut... MALIBU Never be the same? You're right, you sick bastard, I won't ever be the same after what you did! I can handle disrespect, Bruce. In this business, that comes with the territory...but what YOU DID went FAR AND BEYOND DISRESPECT! You want to talk about reality? My FAMILY IS A REALITY, BLANK. WHAT YOU DID IS A REALITY! YOU CROSSED THE LINE, AND IT HAS LED YOU DOWN A PATH YOU AREN'T GOING TO COME BACK FROM! Annnnnnnnnnnd cut... BLANK A path I ain't comin' back from? Do you even know what you're sayin'? You know what, this little promo experiment here, it's all well and good, but if you got somethin' to say boy, why don't you blaze a path back into the building and say it to MY FACE! (Off camera) Bruce, Bruce we can't have any of... BLANK (raising his barbed wire bat) Can't have any of what? You shut your mouth and run the camera, boy. C'mon, Usual Suspects, you wanna give these people a little bit o' heat before we burn the place down on Sunday, let's get it goin'! Outside, Malibu and Leon are already heading for the doors, pushing aside crew members and staff who are trying to keep them from moving back into the arena. COACH It’s definitely on now!! A PPV preview right here in front of us Cole! COLE Zack and Leon are famous for not backing down from ANY fight even! Not even one that may look like it favors Bruce and Bloodshed! Zack yanks the door open and then heads down the hallway with Leon Rodez only a few feet behind him as they seek out Blank and Bloodshed. They turn and head down another hallway, peeking into each room that they pass, when suddenly they're pounced on from behind by two individuals who are definitely NOT Bruce Blank and Bloodshed... ...the third Wildcard, Todd Cortez, along with Landon Maddix! COACH What the hell is this?? While Cole and Coach protest and scream bloody murder, Cortez and Maddix pick Leon up and each take an arm, slamming him back first into the wall. Zack gets up from having been knocked to the floor and grabs Cortez by the waist, trying to drive him back, but Maddix turns from kicking at Leon on the floor and clubs Zack over the back, no doubt trying to look good in front of Cortez to ease their tensions! COLE This was a setup! Zack and Leon took the bait, but it was a damn trap all along by The Wildcards and Maddix! COACH Zack's always been irrational, Mikey, and Blank knows that he is now more than ever! Maddix tries to pull Zack away from Cortez, but Zack comes up and delivers a hard back elbow, knocking him back...only to turn right into a huge cowboy boot to the face! *WHACK!!* COLE Sonuva... Blank, appearing out of nowhere, is now on the scene, having just drilled Zack with a big boot. Leon comes up swinging, but Cortez and Maddix double up on him, while Blank and Bloodshed work Zack over, kicking him repeatedly and making sure not to leave him any room for recovery! COLE This is a massacre, someone help them!! Blank, clutching his beloved barbed wire bat, nods to Bloodshed, who picks Zack up by the head and then rakes his face before throwing him through the curtain! Malibu rolls out onto the entrance ramp, and as soon as Blank and Bloodshed step through it, they're met with resounding boos and jeers. Once in front of the arena full of fans, Bloodshed picks Zack up again, and this time Blank takes his bat longways and charges forward, drilling the tip of it into Zack's skull! *CRACK!!* Zack goes down hard, and Blank stands over him...but all of a sudden, the fans rejoice, as Leon Rodez has apparently broken free from Cortez and Maddix, and has rushed to aid his fallen friend! He spins Blank around and starts drilling him with fast jabs, and spins around as Bloodshed charges him and floors him with a lariat! Rodez becomes a one man army, going after both Dead Precedents...but then Landon Maddix comes out from the back and hits a chop-block to his knee, taking his legs right out from under him! COLE DAMMIT! Maddix goes to the knee, and now Rodez is down! Cortez follows, and now the four men, obviously all on the same page despite what Maddix will tell you, bring their rivals down to the ringside area. Blank leads Malibu, and once they hit ringside, drives him headfirst into the steel ringpost, opening a gash on Malibu's forehead just as he flops to the floor! COACH He's busted open! God damn it, Zack Malibu is busted open again! Rodez gets rolled into the ring, while Bloodshed and Cortez go and swipe steel chairs before sliding into the ring. Maddix picks Leon up off the canvas, while Bloodshed eyes Zack, who is being rolled into the ring by Blank. The Wildcards and Maddix surround The Usual Suspects, who are now at their mercy. Bloodshed watches as Zack struggles to get up, the blood from his forehead trickling on the canvas...BUT HE REACHES UP AND GRABS A TESTICULAR CLAW ON BLOODSHED! COLE THAT'S ONE WAY TO WIN A FIGHT! TEAR 'EM OFF, ZACK! COACH Damn Mikey...HARSH! The crowd roars, but it's momentarily, as Cortez brings his chair down hard across Zack's back. Maddix, who has held Rodez at bay and trash talked him, now takes him by the head and waves for Cortez to hold the chair up in front of him, and hurls Rodez headfirst into it! Leon bounces off the steel chair and falls back to the canvas, as all four men prepare to massacre them some more... ...but not if SCOTTY STATIC AND JOHNNY JAX have anything to say about it! COLE LISTEN TO THE CROWD! THE GPX! THEY'RE HERE! Two thirds of The Hooligans hit the ring, fighting through the wall of Wildcards and Maddix to aid Malibu and Rodez. The numbers don't appear to be doing any favors for The GPX, but within another minute Malibu and Rodez are on their feet, pulling Bloodshed and Blank away so that the odds are even! It's mayhem! COACH All hell is breaking loose, Cole! Scotty Static takes Cortez by the head and runs him into the turnbuckles, then takes him by the head once again and hurls him over the ropes. Maddix pleads for mercy from Jax, but winds up bumping into Static. Maddix turns around and Static just makes a look like "don't ask ME to help you" before Landon turns around into a patented Yakuza Kick from Jax! Meanwhile Zack is hammering on Blank in the corner, raking the sole of his boot across the redneck's face before seeing his barbed wire bat on the canvas, and picking it up! Zack holds the bat up high, and swings down at Blank, who rolls out under the bottom rope just in time to avoid a shot with it! With Leon, Zack, and the GPX left standing in the ring, the fans are going wild, while the four men on the outside are aching and agitated that their little scheme didn't go as planned! COLE It's chaos here tonight, and I can only imagine what it'll be like this Sunday! The GPX vs. Todd Cortez and Landon Maddix. The Usual Suspects reunite to take on Bruce Blank and Bloodshed in a Streetfight! World Without End is this Sunday, and don't you dare miss it! We've gotta go! Cole gives the final shoutout, as Malibu stands on the ropes, calling out to Blank. The GPX make motions for Landon and Todd as well, while Leon stands favoring his knee, glaring at the group of villains who are retreating for the backstage area, as we fade to black.

A cold, dark voice begins to speak the ungodly hymn over the loud speakers, as smoke begins to cover the entrance way. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits, and the crowd ROARS for Brock Ausstin, as he makes his way down to the ring. COLE And it's time for our final Beat the Clock match, as the champ comes up to bat! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following Beat the Clock match is scheduled for one fall with a 15-minute time limit, and it is for the OAOAST Heartland championship! Making his way down the aisle, hailing from Victoria, Minnesota, and weighing in at 305 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE And we'll find out momentarily who awaits him in the on-deck circle! COACH And whoever it is will have the opportunity to walk into World Without End and the Chamber of Hell with that title, that's around Brock's waist! Brock stands in the middle of the ring, with his hands on his hips. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* The crowd goes NUTS. COLE OH MY!!! Bohemoth walks through the curtains, causing thr crowd noise to escalate. When he looks to the ring at Brock, a big grin comes across his face. COLE It's the NEW 24/7 champion, Bohemoth! COACH This is Brock's Beat the Clock opponent??? COLE Obviously! BUFFER His opponent...hailing from Greenville, South Carolina, and weighing in at 284 pounds...he is the NEW OAOAST 24/7 champion... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMO THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Bo walks to ringside, then jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring, as he and Brock have never taken their eyes off one another. COLE All the challengers have been set! But who will they challenge for the title? We're about to find out! Bo hands the 24/7 belt to the referee, who hands it to the timekeeper. Brock then hands the HL belt over, and the referee holds it up in the air. BUFFER The time to beat is six minutes, one second, set by Gunner Sharps. The referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COACH I think that's academic at this point, go ahead and pencil Gunner in there! COLE Absolutely, no way this match is done in six minutes! This is going to be a war! Bo and Brock approach mid-ring and go face-to-face, as flashbulbs go off all over. COLE Last week, Bo was successful in winning the OAOAST 24/7 championship from Landon Maddix, his first OAOAST championship! But it's only Brock's belt that's on the line in this match! COACH Can you imagine that, Cole? Within ten days, Bo could be walking into the PPV and the Chamber with two belts! COLE It could happen! The two big men jaw at each other for a few seconds, before Brock delivers a shove to Bo! Bo stands back and smiles, before moving in and shoving back! COLE And an exchange of shoves, as both men sizing each other up! COACH And the crowd getting into this one, as well! LET'S GO BO! LET'S GO BROCK! LET'S GO BO! LET'S GO BROCK! Bo and Brock take a lap around the ring, then tie up. After a brief struggle, Bo shoves Brock back into his corner! Bo flexes, as the crowd cheers. COLE And a great show of strength by Bo there! COACH I don't think Brock's gonna go for that! Brock moves right back in, and the two tie up again. The two struggle for several seconds this time, before Brock shoves Bo right down to the mat! COLE Whoa! Bo hops right back up, and shrugs it off, before holding his hand up in the air, challenging Brock to a test of strength. COACH Oh, this ought to be good! Brock locks one hand with Bo, then locks the other, and the two clash into one another. After a couple seconds, both men back off and clash once again. Both men struggle, then the hands slowly go up. COACH Here go the arms, Cole! COLE And Bo with a slight edge in height over Brock, let's see if that works in his favor! Both men fight the power of the other, as Bo's hands creep onto the top of Brock's and Brock starts to go down! COACH It looks like's Bo's doing it, Cole! Brock slowly goes down to his knees! COLE And Bo with the early power edge! Crowd: BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! Bo cranks down, as the referee checks with Brock. Brock says no emphatically, before working a foot to the mat. COLE But Brock coming right back, he's up to one knee! The arms shake, as Brock pushes back up and is able to get his hands on top! Brock gets to his tip-toes, and forces Bo down to the mat! COLE And now it's Bo who's been broken down! CROWD: BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! COLE And the crowd very divided here, both these men huge fan favorites in recent weeks and months! Brock cranks down, but Bo refuses to give up. Bo pushes up, and gets a foot on the mat, then pushes the rest of the way up. However, once he gets to a full standing position, Brock stands back and kicks his right hand, breaking the grip, then ducks underneath the left arm, and delivers a wristlock suplex! Brock floats over and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE And a great move by Brock, getting a two-count! COACH And I don't think Bo wants to get into a mat-wrestling exhibition with Brock here, because he'll go down in a hurry! Both men have a brief staredown, then Bo runs to the ropes and goes for a shoulderblock, but neither man budges. Brock then tries the same move, with the same result. COLE And both men able to withstand the momentum of the other! Bo and Brock go into a CRISS-CROSS~! Both men go back and forth once, then Bo drops down. He then hops up and goes for a clothesline, but Brock ducks, then catches Bo in a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Bo gets up, and puts his hands on his hips for a second, then the two CRISS-CROSS once again! Both men go back and forth, then Brock drops down. Batista hops over, then stops, and catches Brock with a FRONT SPINEBUSTER~! when he gets up! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Bo gets up, then measures a dazed Brock and clotheslines him to the floor! COLE And Brock down and out to the outside! COACH And this is the first real advantage we've seen someone have thus far, Cole! After a brief count from the referee, Bo follows Brock to the outside, and picks him up, hooking him around the waist and ramming him into the ring apron! Bo then does it a second time, and tosses Brock back into the ring. Bo picks Brock up and delivers a rib-breaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Bo backs Brock up into a corner and hammers away, as the referee counts. COLE And Bo laying in the punishment on Brock Ausstin in the corner! Bo backs off, then moves back in. The referee steps in bewteen, and Bo pushes him aside angrily. COLE Whoa, Bo's gotta be careful here! After a brief argument, Bo moves back in on Brock, who grabs him and swings him around into the corner, delivering blows to the head and midsection! COLE And Brock with a flurry here on Bo! What a rush of adrenaline! The crowd starts to get behind Brock, as he whips Bo across the ring, and follows him with a clothesline! He follows that with a back suplex, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Brock then picks up Bo and whips him HARD into the corner, catching him on the rebound, and picking him up an attempt for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE And Brock's still got time here! Bo struggles, and slips behind the back, then drapes Brock's arm over the shoulder, going for the EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~!!!!!11111 COACH And now Bo going for the kill! Brock elbows Bo to get out, and catches him with a fisherman's suplex! 1... 2... NO! Bo kicks out! COLE And Brock still going for that time here, but not likely to get it as we're coming up on the six-minute mark right now! COACH It's going to be Gunner Sharps going in last at World Without End! Brock trips up Gunner, and turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf! COLE Submission hold applied, Brock with a Texas Cloverleaf! Brock sits back on the hold, as Bo reaches for the ropes! Bo pushes up on the mat to drag himself over, but Brock pulls him back to the middle! COLE And he's got it in the middle of the ring now! Bo yells out in pain, but slowly drags himself to the side, and is able to grab the bottom rope! The referee counts Brock, who releases at four. Brock picks up Bo, and delivers a short-arm clothesline! Brock drops a big elbow, and covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Brock picks up Bo, and sets him up from behind, dropping him with a pumphandle slam! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Brock complains to the referee, then attempts to go back to the Cloverleaf, but Bo struggles, and backs into the ropes, then uses them to pull Brock through to the floor with his legs! COLE Great leverage counter move by Bo right there! Bo gets to his feet slowly, as Brock gathers himself on the floor. Brock comes back in, and charges Bo, and both men clothesline each other! COACH Double clothesline! The referee counts. 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! Bo sits up, as the crowd cheers him on. BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! Brock follows, and goes for a right hand, but Bo blocks, and delivers one of his own! Bo then fires off right hands, before flooring Brock with a clothesline! Bo pumps his arms, as the crowd gets behind him! Bo then backs into the ropes, and delivers a second clothesline! Then a third! He then picks up Brock, and delivers a vertical suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Brock delivers a blow to the midsection as Bo goes after him again. Brock then sets up Bo in the corner, and tries a whip across. Bo reverses, but Brock uses the buckles to try to jump over. Bo catches him, however, and delivers a RUNNING POWERSLAM~! COLE WHAT STRENGTH by Bohemoth! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Brock gets the shoulder up! COACH Brock's not done yet, though! Bo gets up, and waits for Brock to get to his feet. When Brock stands, Bo is behind him, and hooks a cobra clutch! COLE And now it's Bo looking for a submission! Brock flails his free arm around, trying to struggle out, but Bo has it really cinched! COACH And a nice cobra clutch, he's got this on good! Brock grudgingly reaches for the rope, then sinks to one knee. COACH He's going down, Cole! This could be it! Bo takes him down to the mat, where the referee checks his arm. ONE!!! TWO!!! Brock holds through on the third try, then sits up, then struggles his way back to his feet. He backs up, backing Bo into the buckles! However, Bo recovers quickly, and delivers a big forearm blow from behind! Bo then attempts an Irish whip, which Brock tries to reverse, but Bo holds on and whips Brock the other way...right into the referee standing in the corner! COACH Uh-oh... COLE Referee takes it hard, and he's out of it! Bo delivers a back suplex to Brock, then goes to the top rope. COACH And look at Bo go upstairs! Brock gets to his feet, only to be met with a double axhandle! Bo stops briefly to look at the referee, then goes up on the other side. Brock gets to his feet sooner, but not soon enough, as Bo hits another axhandle! Bo signals for the end! COLE Bo says it's over! Bo picks up Brock, and sets up an Irish whip, but Brock blocks, then pulls Bo in...and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COACH But so does Brock! COLE Brock hit it! But there's no referee! Brock makes the count himself, then tries to revive the referee. He then goes back over to Bo, who has pulled himself up with the ropes. He charges, but catches a foot to the face! Brock is staggered, but charges again...and gets caught with the EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~!!!!!11111 COLE He got it! And the referee's coming to! COACH Here it is, Cole! The referee slowly counts... 1... 2... ... BROCK GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!!! COACH NO! Brock was too close to the ropes! Bo slaps the mat in frustration, then measures Brock as he gets to his feet. Bo comes in with a clothesline, but the momentum takes him to the floor, as well! COLE And now both men out of it on the floor! The crowd cheers loudly. COLE And these fans here in Austin loving this one! This is one hell of a match! Both men pull themselves to their feet, then begin slugging it out. Brock delivers a knee to the midsection, then attempts an Irish whip, but Bo reverses, and sends Brock right into the steel steps! Brock arches his back on the floor, as Bo picks him up and tosses him back inside. Bo measures Brock, and floors him with the MURDERLINE~!!! COLE BIG lariat from Bo! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Brock gets the shoulder up! Bo picks up Brock, and sets him up once again for the EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~!!!!!11111 However, Brock counters with elbows, then goes once again for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 Bo slips behind the back, then shoves Brock into the ropes, as Brock comes back and collides heads with Bo! COLE And a big collision right there! COACH I think they hit heads, Cole! After a brief lull, both men get up and begin exchanging right hands. COLE And these two men exchanging blows once again... *DING DING DING* COACH Aww, man! COLE And the bell sounding, the 15-minute time limit obviously having expired! Brock and Bo continue to slug it out, eventually grappling and heading into a corner. Several officials run to the ring to break things up. COLE These men still going at each other, they want to find out who the better man is! After several seconds, officials finally separate the two. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the 15-minute time limit in this match has expired, this contest is a DRAW! *crowd boos* Bo asks for, and gets, a mike. BOHEMOTH Wait a minute, now...I don't think anyone wants it to end like this now, do they? *crowd cheers* BOHEMOTH So Brock, why don't you quit hiding behind those officials, and... Suddenly, Brock parts the sea of officials and gets a double-leg takedown on Bo! COACH Well, that's all Bo needed to say! The two big men grapple on the mat, as officials pull them apart once again. This time, Brock comes up with the mike. BROCK You know what, Bo...you're absolutely right. How about FIVE MORE MINUTES, people? *crowd pops HUGE* BROCK I mean, that's the least you could do, since you were too scared to put up YOUR belt against me, right? Bo charges and tackles Brock into the corner, and the referees swarm them once again. COLE Well, Brock asking for five more minutes, but that's obviously not going to happen, as it's chaos in there right now! Finally the referees restore order, then raise the hands of both men, as the crowd cheers. The referees then leave the ring slowly, keeping an eye on Brock and Bo, who now seem calm and composed. Bo says a few words to Brock, then makes a belt motion, before holding his fist out. Brock looks at it for a minute, before raising his hand and knocking his fist down onto it. The crowd cheers as Bo leaves the ring. COLE And a nice show of respect after a hard fought 15-minute draw between two OAOAST titleholders! COACH Wait a minute, camera, come back to the ring! As Bo walks down the aisle with his hands in the air, Alfdogg and Team Canada have appeared out of nowhere and jumped Brock in the ring! COLE It's Alfdogg, and his running buddies! Where did they come from? As Strutter and Pantera hold Brock back for Alf, Bo turns around and sees the commotion in the ring. He pauses for a moment, before heading back to the ring, and delivering a MASSIVE clothesline to Felix Strutter! COLE And it's Bo to the rescue! Bo delivers a clothesline to Pantera next, then floors Alf with a SPINEBUSTER~! COLE And Bo cleaning house! Bo pounds away on Alf in the corner, but Pantera comes from behind and hooks the FULL NELSON~!, as Alf delivers a savate kick to the midsection! COACH But Team Canada with strength in numbers! COLE Not for long! Here comes America's Team! Moss and Benjamin slide into the ring, and go after the Canadians. As they brawl it out, Gunner Sharps slides in, and floors Brock with a big foot! Bo then floors him with a MURDERLINE~!!! COACH Look at the mayhem in there right now! And it only gets more chaotic, as Reject rushes to the ring, with the Burrough Boys in tow! They handle things against Brock & co, until more bodies run out! COLE Here comes Thunderkid! COACH And that's Colombian Heat behind him, I see Jumbo, too! COLE And here comes Team Jamaica! This is unbelieveable! COACH It's like a battle royal just broke out, Cole! The huge group of combatants battle it out in and out of the ring, as everyone pairs off! Alf vs TK! Reject vs Heat! The Burrough Boys vs the Jamaicans & Jumbo! Americans vs Canadians! And Brock & Bo double up on Gunner, sending him to the floor with a clothesline! COLE Folks, this is absolute chaos, I don't know what to make of it! Let's cut away and go to another segment, a commercial, anything! We flash away from Double C once again to now find the lovely Ms. Lindsey Gonzalez chatting happily in an empty corridor with Cuban Wall. With her eyes twinkling delightedly, Lindsey can’t help but flash her exquisite smile to her world. She’s powerless to hide it. LINDSEY Can you believe it? Only three more days until PRL finally gets the belt that he’s been chasing for his entire career. I’m so excited for him. CUBAN WALL And we’re going to be there to cheer him the entire time. LINDSEY I’ll tell you, he really deserves this. I’ve never seen anybody more determined and motivated than him. And with Popick in his corner at World Without End, Hoff is going to have no choice but to throw in that towel. With that, Drek and Hoff slowly walk into the scene. Drek, now with his wrists fully taped, has the Heavyweight Title pompously draped over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Hoff has both a blue towel and a pink towel wrapped around his neck. HOFF So I see you have it all figured out? I’m going to be throwing in the towel at World Without End, am I? LINDSEY I know Stephen isn’t throwing in the towel, that’s for damn sure. HOFF Paco… DREK It’s Paca. She’s a woman. HOFF Paca, you need to watch your mouth when you address me. For somebody that’s been stuck managing a winless stable for what seems like years now, you are way too confident. Honey, have you yet realized who Tha Puerto Rican is facing on Sunday? CUBAN WALL I realize that you need to watch the way you talk to her. HOFF ….what?! I don’t even know who the hell you are! Cuban Wall steps closer to Hoff so the former Heavyweight Champion can get a better look. However, before the two superstars can come to blows, Drek Stone steps in the middle. DREK Okay, friends, let’s calm down this a little. Ms. Gonzalez has a point. There’s a chance – as miniscule as it might be – that PRL could walk out of World Without End with the Heavyweight Title. I don’t have any experience with towel matches. This is the first one I’m ever competing in, so yeah, I suppose I am at a disadvantage. Clearly, PRL has some kind of game plan if he’s the one who chose the stipulation. And I guess that means I’m walking into this match completely blind – no true idea of what I’m going to do to win or how I’m going to leave the colossal Alamodome with the Heavyweight Title. Man, I am at a huge weakness, you realize that? LINDSEY What’s your point with all this? DREK Well, the best solution to something unfamiliar has always been practice, practice, practice. I’m absolutely clueless with towel matches right at this very moment. So the only conclusion? Practice! And you guys will help me out! Impromptu towel match right now! Me vs. Cuban Wall! Lindsey and Hoff are the towelholders! Let’s go! LINDSEY No! DREK Hoff, do it! Hoff clears his throat quickly before uttering the three necessary sounds before any match. HOFF Ding ding ding! Before Cuban Wall even has a chance to raise his arms and block himself, Drek charges forward and cracks the gold plate of the Heavyweight Title against the Wall’s head. He immediately falls to the ground clutching his skull, which gives Drek a prime opportunity to callously stomp the Lightning Crew member’s face. Hoff, breaking out of his unbiased position as Drek’s cornerman for a moment, makes sure to help his partner out. Seeing Lindsey trembling with fear though, Hoff immediately stops what he’s doing and stares at the latina beauty. HOFF Come on, honey! Have some fun! It’s a towel match, sweetheart! Hoff tosses the pink towel at Lindsey and then immediately turns to kick Cuban Wall across the bridge of his nose. Wall screams in anguish as Drek looks on with a huge smile. DREK That was a good one, Hoff. Nice job. But you’re my cornerman! Get back in the corner! Hoff turns around to walk away from the melee, but sees Lindsey holding the pink towel over her head and looking ready to fling it in. Hoff, not wanting this joke of a match to end already, runs towards her with the quickness of a cat – if I had to pick one, it’d probably be Garfield -- and wraps his mammoth arms around her waist. This effectively pins her arms against her body and keeps her from throwing in her rag. HOFF Don’t you care about the fans?! You can’t end this already! It’s just getting good! With blood trickling from both of Cuban Wall’s nostrils, the big man tries crawling away from the Heavyweight Champion, but he doesn’t have much luck. Drek, seeing a steel chair innocently sitting only a few feet away from him, slowly folds the weapon up. With a gleam in his eye, he takes a few moments to happily soak in the distressed screams of Lindsey Gonzalez before lifting the chair up – -- AND SMACKING IT AGAINST THE BACK OF CUBAN WALL’S HEAD! The fans in Austin collectively groan as Lindsey wails uncontrollably, begging Hoff and Drek to stop the onslaught. Meanwhile, Hoff looks faux concerned himself. HOFF Drek….Drek! Are you okay?! With Cuban Wall basically dead weight at this point, Drek grabs a solid hold of his hair with both hands. HOFF OH MY GOD! DREK, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE! LINDSEY, LOOK AT THIS! DREK’S IN TROUBLE! Mocking Lindsey, he shakes her around like a ragdoll, loudly screaming into her ear. HOFF SHOULD I…SHOULD I THROW IN THE TOWEL?! DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?! Now that Cuban Wall has been rendered powerless, Drek begins yanking the big man across the floor by his hair to a nearby stairwell. HOFF OH GOD! WON’T YOU PLEASE JUST TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?! After a few moments of struggling – pulling someone across the floor by their hair is hard work, as I’m sure you know -- Drek finally gets Cuban Wall close enough to the stairs. But Hoff is still concerned. HOFF OH GOD, I CAN’T LOOK! Drek, think about your career! I’m gonna…I’m gonna throw in the towel! I HAVE TO! Ignoring the H-Man’s screams, Drek notices Cuban Wall beginning to stir. With a loud groan, the Wall wipes the blood away from his nose and tries to sit up. But Drek is ready and waiting. Ending Cuban Wall’s comeback before it can even start, Drek steps back and gives the Wall a hard kick across the jaw – -- SENDING THE BIG MAN TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS!! The deafening thud of Cuban Wall hitting the bottom of the stairway echoes in the hallway as Lindsey Gonzalez hysterically sobs in Hoff’s arms. With a chuckle, Hoff finally lets Lindsey go. She immediately tosses her pink towel down to her feet and speeds down the stairwell to get to her Lightning Crew partner. Smirking, Hoff picks up the Heavyweight Title and hands it to Drek Stone. HOFF Congratulations! So now you’re 1-0 in towel matches! PRL ain’t got nothing on you! DREK It was tough. Cuban Wall was a major challenge, I’ll give him that. But I’m UNSTOPPABLE in towel matches. HOFF That Lindsey Gonzalez was a tough one to crack though. She didn’t want to throw in that towel for anything. DREK I saw, I saw. But you stood strong! You stood calm and you stood your ground! HOFF I WAS calm, wasn’t I? DREK You know it! With Lindsey Gonzalez screaming loudly for paramedics to attend the injured Cuban Wall… …Hoff calmly drapes his blue towel emblazoned with a golden H back around his neck… …and Drek Stone walks away with his hands in his pockets, whistling cheerfully to himself. Drek Stone is now up to a 1-0 record in towel matches. And Tha Puerto Rican is down one member of the Lightning Crew for Sunday. OAOAST Backtracker Commercial break