Patty O'Green

*Black. The Phenom's face is the only visable thing seen.* PHENOM You think you know who I am, huh? You think I'm just a flash in the pan, no-named nobody? Well, what you need to know is that I'm not just anyone. I'M THE PHENOM~! The only person who has the grapefruits to demand a real challenge. So far, the OAOAST has been a namby-pamby Thread. Well you know what? That's going to change. The moment I appear in front of you, everything will change. You will see some real fights, not like you've seen before. So, if you think you're ready for me, you're dead wrong. And if you think you're better than me, I'll...see...you...in...hell! *White Stripes' 'Seven Nation Army' plays* The Phenom is coming. Be ready. (return from break) (We go backstage where Justice Inc. is sitting around. Jude and Blurricane look sick as Leah, Eddy, and Parka check on them. Suddenly JAE and Cain appear at the door.) PARKA What the hell do you want now? J. ARTHUR Did you get the serum we sent last week? PARKA Yes, but you only gave us enough for one week. Where’s the rest!? J. ARTHUR Not so fast! Why aren’t you three out there trying to find the serum? Why do we have to run around and do your work for you!? PARKA I’ve been trying to help ease their pain and look for the serum, but only you two can get in to see Father! Now where’s the rest!? J. ARTHUR We have it in a safe place, but first we want your word on something! PARKA What!? People’s lives are at stake here! J. ARTHUR You and Jude have to agree to face us at World Without End! We’re tired of messing around and want to finish this. If you agree to face us then we will give you the serum. PARKA Fine you have your match. J. ARTHUR Hold on…we want a cage match! Just because I don’t want someone to die doesn’t mean I don’t want to hurt someone. PARKA Fine…now give it to us. J. ARTHUR Here’s enough to last until the PPV. You will get the rest when you show up for the match. We have to be sure. *JAE tosses the serum to Parka and leaves with Cain.* PARKA You son of a bitch! (Fade out) COLE Damn J.Arthur to hell! This is bigger then pro wrestling! We'll be back with tonight's main event! COACH You're odd. (Go to break)

(Go to break) Backstage, a few members of the OAOAST roster have converged around a certain spot down one of the corridors where a noticeboard stands. What would a wrestling arena be without a noticeboard? Among the wrestlers looking at the board meanwhile is Leon Rodez, stood at the centre with a scowl on his face. If you've ever seen that episode of The Simpsons where they all play softball but lots of actual baseball players get jobs and the regular characters don't get in because all the baseball guys are better but then they all get taken out before the game except for Darryl Strawberry and it's REALLY WACKY~!...then, you can picture the look on Rodez's face. As some of the crowd begins to disperse, Rodez sighs. Before a white gloved hand falls upon his shoulder. BLURRICANE Ouch man. Rodez turns his head around, to be met by a smiling Blurricane, who looks right past Rodez and to the noticeboard himself. BLURRICANE I can't BELIEVE Drek and Panther tied for this thing. Surely they could have given us another week of matches or something...but now, we've got all this confusion. Seems kinda stupid if you ask me. RODEZ Well, I guess you're right. But we all knew the schedule coming in, so...we're just going to have to hope this means Drek doesn't get the title shot. BLURRICANE True. Then again, I'm not gonna be happy for Panther either. After all, I WANTED that shot. RODEZ Oh, the feeling's mutual. If I hadn't screwed up my ribs... BLURRICANE If I didn't have the wrong partners in that six-man tag... RODEZ ...or, if I'd been a bit luckier. BLURRICANE If I'd have been in that Gauntlet Match... Rodez and Blurricane both sigh, as Blurricane takes another look at standings posted on the noitceboard. BLURRICANE Still...at least I didn't come last. See ya around... Blurricane goes to walk off. But a hand on his shoulder stops him, before quickly pulling him around face to face with a suddenly rather pissed Rodez. Looking a litle confused, Blurricane tries to leave again, but again gets stopped. RODEZ And, what the hell is that supposed to mean? BLURRICANE Wha...what? What does what mean? RODEZ "Oh, at least I didn't finish last!" BLURRICANE Well...I didn't. I was just saying, that if I came last in the Round-Robin then I'd be pretty miffed, you know? Whazzamaddawityou? RODEZ Do you even know who came last? Blurricane shrugs, looks past Rodez at the standings again...and smiles to himself, as he looks down the list. BLURRICANE Oh...that'd be you. RODEZ Yeah, that'd be me...which is exactly my problem. See, it's one thing coming last in the Round-Robin Tournament. That's my fault. My problem. And something I can deal with. But I really, really don't need people making a joke out of it. I'd expect it from a jackass like Drek. But I really didn't think that The Blurricane...was a jackass. BLURRICANE And now you do? RODEZ I'm beginning to wonde... BLURRICANE Just remember, this 'jackass' BEAT you a few weeks ago. If you were good enough to beat me, maybe I wouldn't need to joke about it, eh? Rodez chuckles, unable to hide the growing anger in his voice as he does. RODEZ Right, right. The first time you beat me, you needed Drek Stone's help...otherwise, I had your sorry ass beat. And the SECOND time, I had bad ribs... BLURRICANE Bad ribs? Is that all? You didn't have a headache...or, a toothache. Or maybe you stayed up late the night before saving children from burning houses? Excuses are for LOSERS Leon! I don't need excuses see. RODEZ So what's your excuse for not winning the Round-Robin yourself then, Mr X-Division Champion? BLURRICANE Oh, that's right...I AM the X-Division Champion! I may not have won the Round-Robin, may not be getting the title shot. But I have something to console myself with. What have YOU got? RODEZ Tell ya what, Blurri. After World Without End...maybe then I'll have the X-Division Title to console myself with. How does that grab ya, goofy? BLURRICANE What? RODEZ I'm challenging you to a match. At World Without End. Leon Rodez versus The Blurricane with no interference, no special guest referees, no crap. Just you and me. Unless of course you're not up to facing the man who came bottom of the Round-Robin Tournament. That wouldn't look very impressive now, would it? BLURRICANE You want to face me? I thought...you know, we were pals. RODEZ So did I, until tonight. BLURRICANE I also thought you had a sense of humor. But obviously I was wrong, on both counts. So if you want me at World Without End, then congratulations, because you've GOT me at World Without End! Just so we don't have any doubts though... Blurricane snarls as he steps forward, getting right up in Rodez's face...a move which is replicated by Rodez, causing the two men's foreheads to BUTT and a staredown to begin. BLURRICANE ...I'm not going to hold anything back. And I'm not gonna accept any excuses when I kick your ass and retain my title. RODEZ We'll see. Backing off, Rodez flashes a last smile at Blurricane who is still unnaturally fuming. RODEZ We'll see! (Fade out) (To the arena!) "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system to a huge pop from the crowd. The arena fades to black, and after approximately 5 seconds... *BOOOOOOOOOM~!* A HUUUUUUUUUGE pyro blast rocks the arena. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where both Panther and Tina appear through a thick cloud of smoke, both clad in their ring gear (matching red and silver). They walk to the edge of the stage, where Tina drops to one knee, with Panther standing behind her. They both scour the arena, soaking up the crowd reaction as they await the cue in the music, and once the horns begin to blare, Panther slowly raises his arms into the air. He holds the pose as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, and once the horns stop, he snaps his arms down by his sides, cuing the spotlights to disperse about the arena. Panther then steps over Tina and starts down the ramp, with her following closely behind. BUFFER The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, PA, at a total combined weight of 373 pounds, here is the team of PANTHER AND TIIIIIIIIINNNNNAAAA!!! The crowd pops once more as the couple continues their path to the ring. Once Panther nears the bottom of the ramp, Tina sprints past him and slides into the ring, turning back to face him as he takes a vertical leap onto the apron. Tina then holds the ropes open for Panther, who steps through and heads out to the center of the ring, playing to the crowd on the way. He then brushes the ref aside and takes stance behind Tina, who's on one knee facing the main camera. On cue, the arena goes black and white spotlights begin roaming the crowd to the beat of the music, getting brighter...and brighter...and brighter before converging on the center of the ring, where Panther snaps his right fist into the air and pyro explodes from all four ring posts. The flashing red and white spotlights return as Panther and Tina round the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd. COLE Well, fans, there you see them! Panther and Tina here tonight in Tag Team action! Of course, Panther coming off that huge win over the Mad Cappa last week in his hometown of Philly, and as a result, the Road to the Elimination Chamber has ended in a tie with both Panther and Drek Stone tied at 7. COACH Yeah, I couldn't believe it, Mikey. I mean...what's gonna happen now? Who's getting the spot in the Elimination Chamber match? CABOOSE Well if Watts and the rest of the suits have any brains, they'll give the shot to Drek Stone. COLE What?! How can you say that? They both men finished with the same score! CABOOSE But Drek won his match first. For that reason alone he should get the title shot...plus he clearly deserves it more. COLE I'm not gonna argue with you. We'll get the decision on that situation a little later on, but right now, let's get to this match. The arena lights return to normal and Tina tosses her headband into the crowd as the music begins to die down. The pair then turns to the entrance, awaiting their opponents... HAHAHAHA! MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEEEEEEEY!!! We get a HUUUUGE nostalgia pop from the fans as the classic Million Dollar Man theme hits the PA system. Cameras cut to the entrance, where Ted Dibiase and IRS step out from the locker room; Ted's clad in his classic black and gold sparkling suit, and IRS is carrying a silver briefcase in his right hand. BUFFER Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 485 pounds, here is the team of Ted Dibiase and Irwin R. Schyster, MONEY INCORPORATED!!!!!!!!! COLE Money Inc. doing battle with Panther and Tina tonight. This one came about a couple of months ago when Panther squared off against IRS in singles competition. Schyster was a little upset about being used as cannon fodder to build Panther up going into Angleslam and wanted another shot at him, so this match was made here tonight. Panther teaming with Tina, and Irwin teaming with his former WWF Tag Team Championship partner, Ted Dibiase, and it looks like these two teams aren't gonna waste any time here! *DING DING DING* Money Inc. hits the ring and goes straight after Panther and Tina, drawing a big pop from the crowd. Irwin and Panther trade blows on one side of the ring while Tina and Ted to the same on the other. A rake at the face and a knee to the gut by Dibiase halts Tina's offense, and with a handful of hair, he slings the Superwoman to the outside. Ted then comes up from behind and hits Panther with a double axehandle to the back, knocking him to his knees. IRS follows that up with a right hand to the top of Panther's head, and then its double team city, to a mixed reaction from the crowd! COLE Hey ref! Get one of them outta there! Dibiase then grabs a double chicken wing on Panther and yanks him back to his feet, allowing Irwin to measure him for a clean right hand to the jaw! A second one. He then hits the ropes and comes off with a flying clothesline-- COLE OH MY! COACH HE GOT DIBIASE! Indeed, Panther's able to move out of the way at the last second, and Dibiase catches the blow full force. Schyster has no time to mourn his mistake, as Panther's right on him with right hands and chops, sending him back into the ropes. Irish whip by Panther is reversed, sending him into the far side, and when Panther comes off, Schyster drops his head for a back body drop. Panther has is scouted, though, and pulls him into a standing headscissors. The crowd begins to clamor... COLE Da Bomb! He's going for it! Schyster knows it, and falls flat to the canvas in order to counter. Panther, ever tenacious, drops down with him, and begins pounding his lower back with huge right hands and clubbing forearms before muscling him back up and into position for his finisher. The crowd noise is deafening as Panther prepares to lift him, but before he gets the chance, Dibiase grabs his partner by the ankle and yanks him out to the arena floor, where both men try and catch a breather. The crowd boos slightly in the background. CABOOSE Smart move there by Money Inc. Slow the pace of this one...make them wrestle your type of match. These two weren't 3-time champions for nothing. Chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena as Money Inc. huddles to talk strategy on the outside. One of the cameramen tries to lean in to get a listen to what they're saying, and promptly gets backhanded for his troubles. Suddenly, Tina rushes around to where they're standing, catches both men by the hair and slams their heads together with a double noggin knocker, much to the crowd's delight. Both men are staggered by the impact, making them prone to a double clothesline from the Superwoman that puts them both flat on their backs. Then, Panther hops to the top rope and begins to measure them. COLE Uh oh! CABOOSE Look out, guys! Tina backs away, allowing Money Inc. to return to their feet, and when they do, Panther leaps from the top rope and lands upon both men with a beautifully executed Corkscrew plancha! Panther pops back to his feet and snaps his right fist into the air, drawing another pop from the crowd before he reaches down and pulls Irwin back to his feet by his suspenders. Tina does the same with Dibiase, and the couple slides their opponents into the ring. They follow them in, and when Money Inc. return to their feet, Panther and Tina rush them from behind with a pair of rear waistlocks and drive them both into the ropes, taking them down with stereo roll-ups! Both men's shoulders are down... 1... 2... NO! Money Inc. manages to reverse into roll-up pins of their own... COLE HEY WAIT! THEY'VE GOT THE TIGHTS!!! But the ref doesn't see it, and counts... 1... 2... NO! Stereo kickouts by Panther and Tina send them both into the ropes. When Panther and Tina return to their feet, Money Inc. charges them with full heads of steam. Panther manages to side step Schyster and send him sailing over the top to the outside, while Tina merely drops down, sending Dibiase into the ropes. When he rebounds, Tina returns to her feet and catches him coming off in side slam position. She then turns him around to the point that his body is parallel with the ring ropes, at which point she drops him in a pendulum backbreaker, holding him on the knee. Panther then heads out to the apron, wrenches back on the top rope and propels himself into the ring, taking Dibiase right off of Tina's knee with an Eddie Guerrero-style hilo. Dibiase pulls himself up to a knee, clutching his ribs as a result of the move. With a smile on his face, Panther runs to the ropes opposite him and snaps off, coming straight at Dibiase and... *WHAM* ...nearly decapitating him with a devastating running front dropkick to the face. Panther quickly falls into the cover... 1... 2... THR--NO!!!! Only a two count! COLE How close was that? CABOOSE Not close enough! C'mon, Ted! Panther yanks Dibiase back to his feet and backs him into his and Tina's corner, where he rips into him with a hard chop to the chest! He follows up with a second, then makes the tag to Tina, who had stepped out onto the apron after Panther's hilo. Panther takes Dibiase over with a snap mare, allowing Tina to come up from behind and nail him with a hard soccer kick to the small of the back. She then brings him back to his feet, hooks him in a front waistlock and takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex. She doesn't go for the pin, however, but holds on, rolling through and bringing him back to his feet, where she takes him over with another suplex. She rolls through again (drawing more pops from the crowd), but this time, when she reaches her feet, Dibiase catches her with a kneelift right to the sternum, causing her to break her grip. A second one causes her to stand upright, and then Dibiase scoops her up for a slam--NO! Tina goes up and over his shoulder and lands behind him. She hooks him in and inverted facelock and drives him down to the mat with the Red Light Special (Eye of the Hurricane). The crowd goes wild as she pops back to her feet and looks down upon her injured foe. COLE Red Light Special by Tina and Dibiase is down! Things not looking good for Money Inc. here! With Dibiase still on the mat, Tina frizzes up her hair and steps out to the apron, where she begins to ascend the turnbuckles. CABOOSE This is a mistake! She should've gone for the cover there! COLE Tina's going for a high risk! Will it pay off? The clamors as Tina reaches the top rope measures Dibiase. With him still prone on the mat, she slowly raises both arms into the air (with both index fingers pointed toward the heavens), and leaps off with a flying elbow-- *THUD* COLE OH!!! NOBODY HOME! Indeed! Dibiase rolled out of the way at the last possible second. Tina climbs back to her feet favoring the arm. Wasting no time, Dibiase moves right in on her, yanking her out to the center of the ring and applying the MILLION DOLLAR DREAM!!!!!! The crowd goes BONKERS in the background as Tina flails her free arm wildly! CABOOSE IT'S OVER!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT, IT'S OVER! COLE Dibiase has the hold locked in! Tina's in some serious trouble... CABOOSE No way she gets out of this! No way! As Dibiase cinches up on the hold, Panther rhythmically slaps the top turnbuckle in an effort to rally the crowd behind Tina. It works, as the crowd picks up his beat, stomping and clapping in unison, but it appears to be too little, too late, as Tina has already begun to fade. With the hold cinched in tight, Tina slumps down onto her knees with her arm lying limp at her side. Seeing no signs of life in her, the ref moves in and raises her left arm into the air... AND IT DROPS! He raises the arm a second time... IT DROPS AGAIN! Dibiase's got a huge grin on his face as the referee raises the arm for the third and final time... and it... it... it... it DRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-- *WHAM* PANTHER NAILS DIBIASE FROM BEHIND WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK AT THE LAST SECOND TO CAUSE THE BREAK! Both Dibiase and Tina fall to the canvas as the ref orders Panther to the outside. CABOOSE C'mon, now! That was unfair! COLE Panther risking disqualification to save Tina there! CABOOSE He should be disqualified! Give the match to Money Inc! C'mon! The crowd again claps and stomps in unison...many cheering Tina on, but quite frankly, many rooting for Dibiase. Both wrestlers crawl toward their respective corners, and we've got a race for the tag. Dibiase reaches his corner first and tags in Irwin, who rushes in and cuts Tina off just before she reaches Panther. He yanks her back to her feet and lifts her into position for a Samoan Drop, but Tina manages to slip off his back, grab his head with both hands and drop to her knees, driving the back of his neck down onto her head. Irwin rolls around on the mat clutching at the back of his neck as Tina continues to crawl for the corner... COLE C'mon, Tina! You're almost there! CABOOSE Will you please be unbiased, Cole? Schyster makes a last ditch effort to try and stop her, but Tina lunges forward and makes the tag anyway. The crowd erupts as Panther hits the ring and tears into Schyster, nailing him with rights and lefts that send him stumbling into the ropes. Panther with an Irish whip attempt, but Schyster reverses and sends him into the far side. He tries to catch him in a side slam, but Panther flips through and lands on his feet. He then gutwrenches Irwin and muscles him up into tombstone position. CABOOSE Oh no! Fight it, Irwin! Fight it! He tries, but it's no use as Panther turns him toward the main camera and drops him down HARD in The Truth! Panther makes the cover...the ref slides in position for the count... 1... 2... DIBIASE BREAKS IT UP JUST BEFORE 3!!!!! The crowd boos as Ted begins laying forearms into Panther's back and head. He then muscles him back to his feet, where he nails him with a hard knife edge. A second sends him staggering back back into the ropes. By now, Schyster has returned to his feet (still dazed from the Truth), and Dibiase asks him to come over to help out. He does so, after taking a moment to shake the cobwebs loose, and the two send Panther into the ropes with a double Irish whip. They attempt to catch him coming off with a double clothesline, but Panther manages to duck under and continue into the other side, coming off with a double dropkick that puts both men down on the canvas. Dibiase quickly returns to his feet, only to be taken over with vicious German Suplex! The crowd pops as Panther springs back to his feet and sends an intense look into the crowd. CABOOSE No! Not this! COLE It's vintage Panther, folks! Irwin returns to his feet shortly after, at which point, Panther comes up from behind and drills him with a German! Panther springs back to his feet and shoots another glare into the crowd, then looks down upon both his opponents and begins motioning for them to get up. COLE Panther's measuring both men! Which of them is gonna get it? Will it be Dibiase or Schyster? Both men slowly begin to return to their feet, with Panther imploring them to rise every step of the way. Dibiase's up first, and Panther rushes in and ties him up with a rear waistlock--OH! But Irwin makes the save with a flying forearm to the head. Dibiase goes down and Panther's sent staggering into the ropes, at which point, Irwin pounces him and begins hammering him with right hands. Another Irish whip by Irwin, but Panther reverses and sends him in; however, Irwin has the presence of mind to catch Panther with a flying clothesline coming off, nearly ripping Panther's head off his shoulders. Irwin quickly lifts Panther off the mat and brings him back to his feet before scooping him up onto his shoulders and dropping him down with the Write Off (Samoan Drop). CABOOSE That's it! He's got him right here! COLE IRS hits the Write Off! Will this be enough to put Panther away? Cover... 1... 2... ...TINA breaks up the pin with a flying elbow to the back of the head! The crowd pops big for that! CABOOSE This referee is letting them get away with every dirty trick in the book! C'mon, now! Tina gets nailed from behind by Dibiase, knocking her to her knees. He lifts her up and tosses her to the floor once again, then follows her out there. They brawl on the floor as, meanwhile, Schyster begins putting the boots to the fallen Panther. He then lifts him back to his feet, where he nails him with a hard chop to the chest. A second one sends Panther back to the buckle, and then Schyster lifts Panther up and sets him on the top rope, going for what looks to be a superplex. But when he climbs up with Panther, he gets nailed with an elbow to the top of the head. A second one causes him to loose his grip and tumble back down to the mat, at which point, Panther begins to stand upright on the top. COACH He could be going for the Frog Splash here... He is, but IRS rolls out of the way just as Panther takes off. Panther's aware of the move, though, and has enough time to tuck his head, allowing him to roll back to his feet upon landing. IRS is back up as well and comes at Panther with a wild swing that misses! Panther from behind grabs a full nelson and trying for a Dragon Suplex. Irwin manages to sit out, though, and hook his legs under Panther's armpits, trying to take him over in a Victory Roll cradle. Panther manages to counter that, though, and lift him up for a wheelbarrow suplex. As he's lifting Schyster, Tina rushes the ring, hooks his (IRS's) head in a front facelock and drives him right back down with a devastating DDTina! COACH DAYUM! COLE Schyster may have just had his neck broken there! Irwin's down and out, and Panther immediately goes for the cover. He hooks the leg... 1... Dibiase enters the ring... 2... ...BUT HE'S CUT OFF BY TINA! 3!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* **Cue "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER Here are your winners, the team of PANTHER AND TIIIIIIINNNNNNAAA!!!! The crowd gives a huge pop as Panther rises to his feet and is greeted with a hug from Tina. The ref then comes between them and raises both their hands in victory. COLE There you have it, folks! Panther and Tina with the win. Panther's hot streak continues and who knows...maybe this win'll have some influence over the Round Robin Tournament decision. CABOOSE I hope not. I've said it before and I'll say it again: if Watts has any kinda brain in that body of his, he will give the title shot to Drek Stone! That's the people's choice. COLE Will you be serious? Panther’s celebration in the ring with Tina is suddenly cut off by the booming chords of A3 starting to blast over the loudspeakers. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One The crowd erupts in a wild series of jeers as Drek Stone steps onto the top of the ramp with a microphone in his hand. Wearing a black Armani suit and grey cashmere undershirt - complete with a golden cross around his neck - Drek takes a moment to allow the fans to hurl their hatred at them. Tonight, the complaints just don’t seem to be phasing him. With a casual smile, he stares out at the crowd for a second, then turns his attention to Panther. DREK Congratulations, Panther. Once again, you managed to steal another win tonight. This truly is something that should be commended. Why not have balloons fall from the ceiling? Why not have the Star Spangled Banner playing as you walk out of this building? Why not make a complete mockery out of your match tonight - just like you made a complete mockery out of the entire Round Robin tournament! “BOOOOOOOOO!” DREK Oh, boo me all you want. But it’s beyond true. I said this earlier tonight, and I will say it now. These words may be strong, but truer words have never been spoken. Panther, you did NOT deserve to tie for First Place in the Road to the Elimination Chamber. You do NOT deserve to be where I am! The fact that you were able to swindle your way to this place is deplorable, and I am not going to idly stand by and watch as you try to remain as a roadblock to my destiny! Panther, with a scowl on his face, edges closer to the ring ropes. He props his arms onto the top turnbuckle and stands by, waiting to hear what Drek Stone has to say next. DREK Panther, I worked my ass off to get to that first place spot. Let’s see what I did. I beat Gunner Sharps by pinfall - all by myself! *Drek holds out one finger to count this win. Meanwhile, the fans boo, clearly remembering that Drek needed Gunner’s title belt to help get the win* DREK I single-handedly won that Six Man tag match all by myself a few weeks ago. I literally had to carry the Blurricane and the Mad Cappa to victory. Yes, they were doing their best with their lackluster wrestling to try to keep me away from those points. But I had to drag them kicking and screaming to victory. Three more points for me…. *Drek holds out two fingers now* DREK And I beat the Blurricane resoundingly, despite the interference of that psycho superhero bitch Leah Blackstone. *This comment really raises the ire of the crowd, as they break out into a “Drek Stone Sucks!” chant* DREK These were my accomplishments, Panther. This is how I got as far as I did. And what did you do? Roll the footage. Let’s just see what the great hero of the OAOAST - Panther - was able to do. Let’s watch these inspirational clips. *Footage from the Panther/Blurricane match from HeldDown: Australia starts to play on the Angletron. We see Christopher Cain hit the Blurricane with Quick Death on the arena floor, then roll Panther into the ring. The referee slowly begins counting the Blurricane outside of the ring, until he finally gets to 10. The bell rings as we see Panther’s hand get raised* DREK Oh, that is something else. While I was busy dominating guys from left to right, you were winning matches by countout……and thanks to interference, mind you! And there we go. All of a sudden now, you find yourself with an extra point. But oh no, we’re not done yet. Let’s roll some more footage. *This time, clips from the 9/30 HeldDown are played when Panther fought Gunner Sharps in the Round Robin tournament. We watch a few shots of Gunner dominating Panther, but suddenly see Gunner pushing down the referee and calling for the bell. We then see Panther get his hand raised yet again* DREK Have I mentioned how much you were able to prove to me there? While I was able to dispose of that giant disappointment in a matter of seconds, you had to rely on his mental deficiencies to push down the referee and get you a disqualification point. There we go. Another point for Panther. But now, the hits just keep on coming. *For a third time, footage starts to play on the Angletron. This time, it’s the Panther/Cappa match from last week. We watch as Panther manages to lock The Mad Cappa into Truth Infection and keep him trapped in the hold for a few seconds. A monster pop then arises both from the clip and the crowd in Baltimore as Cappa is forced to tap out due to the pain* DREK Finally, the most sickening thing I have ever seen. I never thought anybody could have stooped that low but Panther, you proved me wrong. You actually had to pay off The Mad Cappa to give you a submission win. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Oh, what the hell is he talking about now? CABOOSE Let’s wait to see where he goes with this. All the pieces are starting to fit together. DREK Think about it. I’ve never been able to make The Mad Cappa submit. I’ve thrown everything at that bastard, and he’s refused to give up. Suddenly, you trap him into your joke of a hold, and we see him submitting?! Give me a damn break, Panther! If Cappa wouldn’t submit from my torturous moves, there’s no way in HELL HE WOULD GIVE UP FROM YOURS! Admit it, Panther. Admit what you did! Admit you paid off The Mad Cappa! ADMIT THAT YOUR WINS WERE CHEAP! ADMIT WHO SHOULD BE GETTING THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE SHOT! YOU’RE A SHAM, PANTHER! YOU’RE NOTHING MORE THAN A…. WATTS Stop right there, Mr. Stone. The fans let out a collective roar as Bill Watts appears on the Angletron with a disappointed look on his face. WATTS I’ve spent enough time listening to your conspiracy theories. Making it a point that Panther won by countout? Won by disqualification? Actually having the audacity to say that he needed to pay to win? Are you out of your mind. DREK No, Watts. You’re out of your…. WATTS NO, DREK! Listen to me. You’re the one going insane here. Have we forgotten that you needed to use the 24/7 Championship to finally put Gunner down for the count? Have we forgotten that you weren’t even the one to get the pin in the Six-Man match, but it was your heated rival The Mad Cappa that got the count? Your loss to Leon Rodez? Your loss to Gunner Sharps in the gauntlet? Your record is perhaps more so blemished than Panther’s, so I would stop the ridiculous claims now if I were you. The crowd lets out a loud pop, and mixed chants of “Panther!” and “Watts!” start to echo throughout the building. WATTS Now, I’m not here to waste anyone’s time. I just have one special announcement. The fact of the matter is that, yes, Panther and Drek Stone did indeed tie at the end of the Round Robin tournament. In my opinion, they both deserve to be there. But, in the end, we can only have one of these men getting a title shot at our Pay-Per-View in November. So here’s what I’ll do. Ten days away, at World Without End, Drek Stone and Panther will be having a match. This match will be the deciding one between you two men. The winner will be getting the Title Shot in November. The loser will have the distinction of being known as tied for first place in our 2004 Round Robin tourney, but that will be it. The camera shows Panther in the ring, happily smiling and nodding his head at Bill’s proclamation. However, the anger that starts to etch across Drek’s face is clearly evident. He’s not happy at this announcement. WATTS And since I think the surroundings of this match is special, I am going to do my best to make the first-ever meeting of Drek Stone and Panther are special as well. Because, at World Without End, I am ordering that this match be made to be a LADDER MATCH! COLE Whoa! COACH Can the stakes possibly get any higher? WATTS The contract for our November title shot will be suspended above the ring. Whoever retrieves it first will be the man moving onto our Pay-Per-View next month. Whoever doesn’t get it can live with the fact that they fell just a little short. I’ll see you gentlemen in ten days. The fans explode as Panther stands on the middle rope and stares down at Drek Stone, eagerly awaiting their confrontation at World Without End. Meanwhile, Drek looks back at Panther with a combined expression of both shock and anger. COLE I can’t believe this. Panther and Drek will be meeting in a ladder match at World Without End in ten days. Everything is up for grabs here. The winner gets a title shot in November! The loser gets nothing! Can the stakes get any higher? CABOOSE I can’t believe Watts would try to break the rules like this! I can’t wait until Drek Stone wins that title shot. Oh, I can’t wait. Panther and Drek Stone look at each other for a few more moments, before we fade into a commercial. (Go to break)

(Return from break) The fans boo as the camera cuts to a scene of Hoff sitting in the back, in his street clothes, eyes locked on a TV set with a VCR attached. Hoff looks exceedingly focused as the images flash on-screen. COLE There's Hoff, who will-- CABOOSE Shut it, Cole! Let me handle this. Ladies and gentlemen, there he is, the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship, the future of the sport of professional wrestling, and OUR NEXT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, HOFF!! COLE You're amazing. COACH How long have you been waiting to bust that one out, 'Booze? CABOOSE Since Tuesday, actually. COACH Nice. Hoff furows his brow slightly, stroking his goatee as he watches the film intently. The audio can be picked up faintly... COLE What a move by Crystal! COACH Hey Mikey, that's you! CABOOSE Oh, you simp... COACH What a great series of moves by both competitors, but Crystal getting the upper-hand! COLE Such smooth technique by the champion. She's a master in that ring. COLE Hoff apparently studying some film of Crystal! COACH Well it's no secret that Hoff is pretty focused for the impending title match at World Without End! CABOOSE You damn right he is. COLE We've got word that our own Josh Matthews is about to ask Hoff for a comment on last week's events. The camera pulls out to reveal J. Math stepping into frame, a microphone in his hand. MATTHEWS Hoff, if I could have a word with you... The big man ignores Matthews, or doesn't hear him. Either way, he doesn't spare Josh a glance. MATTHEWS Hoff, just a moment of your time... Hoff rolls his eyes before aiming a remote control at the television. Hoff presses a button, and the television set goes black. Hoff then stands up, looking down at Josh with disdain. MATTHEWS Hoff, a lot of people have been wondering if what Crystal said last week got inside your head at all. Hoff smirks, and grabs the mic from Josh. HOFF You think that Crystal's inside of my head? Josh swallows hard. MATTHEWS Well, I mean, a lot of people...people were saying, maybe... Hoff cuts Josh off. HOFF Josh, I admit. I've got Crystal on the brain. All I can think about is Halloween night, looking at her from across the ring, moments before the start of the match of my career. I'm obsessed, Josh. Zack and I might be at each others' throats, but I understand where he's coming from. The want, the desire to have that title consumes you. It eats away at you. Do you understand? MATTHEWS Ye-- HOFF You don't, and you couldn't. Josh, when I was the 24/7 champion...I might not have been the most honorable man on the roster, but I was PROUD, Josh! I wore that title with pride and I defended it each night to the best of my ability. And as proud as I am of that feat, and as much as it meant to me, this sensation I'm feeling now is a world apart. To know, to taste victory, to know that you're ten days and three seconds away from being the man...that's a feeling like nothing else on Earth. The longing...the anticipation. So, yeah, Josh. Crystal is in my head. But as to what she said last week...forget about it. I'm past that. MATTHEWS But you're-- Hoff again grabs the mic away. HOFF Let me address this to Crystal, because I know you're listening. Crystal, you made one hell of a mistake last week. I gotta admit, I'm a pretty cocky guy. But you got me thinking, Crystal. You got me thinking that maybe just waltzing into World Without End with no game plan wouldn't be enough. So I've been here all day, and all week, I've been watching tapes, studying you. I'm getting to know you, Crystal. Every move, every hold, every counter. And I'm working. Working harder than I ever have to get better, and to adapt...to adapt to you. Let me assure you of one thing: the next time we step in this ring, I'll be ready. Hoff turns his focus back to Josh. HOFF Josh, look in my eyes. JOSH Okay... HOFF What do you see? JOSH I see-- HOFF I'll tell you what you see. You see greatness. You see talent. You see the future. But what you don't see is fear. Tell me, and tell me the truth now: do you see any fear in my eyes? JOSH Well, no. HOFF No...you don't. But not only don't you see fear, you don't see any arrogance, do you, Josh? Josh looks long and hard into Hoff's eyes. JOSH Well...I guess not. HOFF (to the camera) Crystal, you've changed me. You've made me better, made me stronger. You've created a monster, and now you've got to ask yourself, "how do I slay the beast?" You don't, Crystal. You can't any longer. All you can do is wait, and enjoy your last week as the World Champion, because I am coming for you, and I am going to take your title. No fear, no arrogance. No Thrillogy, either. Just me and you, the hunter and the hunted, the champion and the demon. Your days are numbered. I hope you enjoy them, because at World Without End your world is going to change, and your title will become mine. It's like I've said all along...Hoff is the future...and the future has arrived. Hoff stares into the camera, and the shot zooms in on his eyes, and fades to black. (Go to the arena) "Bound for the Floor" starts up and the boobirds come out in full force. COLE These fans are all over Chris Stevens tonight. COACH Well, can you blame 'em, after what he said last week? COLE No I-- CABOOSE Yes I can. Chris Stevens was telling it like it is and these whiny people took offense. COLE Stop it. Stevens walks out onto the stage, scowling. He walks down the ramp, refusing to slap any hands, even shying away from one zealous fan. Michael Buffer cues up the intros... BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way down the aisle, weighing in at 218 pounds...Chrrrr-is Stevens!!! Stevens slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then pops to his feet. Stevens holds his arms out, mockingly trying to pump up the crowd, who jeer in return. COLE Stevens said some horrible things last week about our fans, but that's nothing compared to what he did to Phoenix! The montiors, and TV sets of America, cut quickly to footage of Stevens laying out the luchadore, Phoenix, from behind with a steel chair. COACH Well at least we're finally gonna see this match, and maybe now Phoenix will have a chance for revenge! The fans' reaction dies down as Stevens' music dies off...then picks up as the masked man steps onto the stage! "Take to Flight" kicks in, and the fans go wild! COACH Phoenix made a lot of friends last week! CABOOSE Please. Phoenix waves the crowd up, and this time they get to their feet, cheering and clapping for the good guy! BUFFER And his opponent! From El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 185 pounds...PHOENIX!!!!! Phoenix bounds down the aisle, slapping hands and enjoying his newfound hero status, while in the ring, Stevens frowns and shakes his head. COLE An interesting scenario here, guys. It was just a few short months ago that we saw Chris Stevens make the trasition from, well, from a preliminary talent to a bonafide superstar, and now we may be seeing Phoenix do the same, with Stevens as the foil! CABOOSE Oh, that's just fascinating. Cole, you are such a pain in the bottom. The fact is, Phoenix may be good but Stevens told it true! He is the true bonafide star all right, and he's going to show us what REAL wrestling is all about! COLE Phoenix no stranger to technical wrestling either, Caboose. COACH YEAH!! BOO-YAH!! HOW YOU LIKE HIM NOW, HUH?! CABOOSE Oh, sweet Christ. Sit down. As Coach continues to direct Caboose to his crotch, Phoenix climbs into the ring, then turns and plays to the crowd, climbing onto the second strand-- but Stevens attacks him from behind! *ding ding ding ding* COLE Come on! CABOOSE Now, Cole, backfighting is a key part of technical wrestling. The bell rings as Phoenix falls over the ropes and spills to the ground. Stevens hops the ropes and follows him down, laying in some boots on the outside of the ring. COACH I thought we were gonna see a technical battle? CABOOSE Patience, Coach! We WILL see what Chris promised us. Phoenix crawls away from Stevens, but Stevens quickly grabs him from behind and rolls him into the squared circle. COLE At least we're back in the ring. CABOOSE Guys, does it excite anyone else that we could see Hoff and Drek Stone wrestling for the World Title next month! COLE Caboose, try to stick to the matter at hand. CABOOSE I am! I mean, but, that match...oh baby. Who would I cheer for? COLE I have no idea. COACH Drek Stone, probably. CABOOSE Probably. He is a good friend of mine, you know. COLE AND COACH We know. Phoenix rolls into the ring, crawling to all fours. Stevens slides in after him, rising to his feet and grabbing Phoenix by the back of the mask. Stevens turns Phoenix around, but the luchadore surprises him with a dropkick! COACH Whoa! Stevens stumbles into the ring ropes, and Phoenix, on his back, catches him coming off with a monkey flip! Stevens sails across the mat while Phoenix kips up! Phoenix spins to face Stevens, who turns towards Phoenix with a pissed-off look! Phoenix yells for Stevens to get up! "YEEEEEEEEEAH!!!" COLE The fans are loving it! Stevens gets up and charges at Phoenix, but gets tossed over with an armdrag! Both men back up, and Phoenix catches Stevens again with a reverse armdrag takedown! Phoenix beats Stevens to his feet, and catches him with a headscissors takedown! COACH He is quick! COLE Phoenix loves to blend speed with technique! And he's damn good at it! CABOOSE Well, if he's so good, why is he jerking curtains? COLE That may be a thing of the past! Stevens rolls through the move and onto his feet, and again charges Phoenix, only to be floored with a drop toe hold! Phoenix quickly snatches him up with a La Magistral cradle! ONE! TWO! NO! Chris Stevens kicks out of the pinning combination, and Phoenix rolls away and up to his feet. Phoenix suddenly turns to the crowd and shouts to them, waving them up! "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" COLE He said he loves the crowd! CABOOSE This is sickening. COACH This is GREAT! CABOOSE YOU'RE sickening! COACH Duly noted. Chris Stevens slowly gets to his feet, looking unsettled. Phoenix turns back to face him, and the two men circle. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, won by Stevens who turns it into a side headlock, then transitions seamlessly into a hammerlock. Phoenix reverses the move, but Stevens slides through the reversal and twists it into an armwringer. CABOOSE See? Look at the masterful technique of this man. COLE He is good, no one can deny. His biggest rival, Hoff, called him one of the best to lace up a pair of boots. CABOOSE High praise. Stevens twists Phoenix's arm, but Phoenix quickly rolls through and reverses into an armwringer takedown! Stevens hits the mat hard, letting out a yelp, as Phoenix transitions into a top wristlock. "LET'S GO PHOENIX, LET'S GO!" *STOMP STOMP* "LET'S GO PHOENIX, LET'S GO!" *STOMP STOMP* CABOOSE Idiots. Stevens fights to his feet while in the wristlock, but Phoenix quickly kicks him in the ribs! Stevens doubles over, and Phoenix scales the nearby buckle, jumping off the top, and throwing Stevens overhead in a modified armdrag takedown! The fans pop for the big move, and Phoenix quickly crawls over to make a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE That was a close one for Stevens! Stevens gets to his feet, but Phoenix meets him with another dropkick. Stevens falls, and Phoenix pops back up! As Stevens rises, Phoenix grabs him for a swinging neckbreaker, but Stevens stops it with a shot to the ribs! Phoenix clutches his gut and doubles over in pain, allowing Stevens to hit HIM with the move instead. Stevens sits back up as Phoenix clutches his neck, and the crowd gets on him. CABOOSE What?!? All he did was hit a neckbreaker! Come ON, people!! Stevens rolls backwards and makes a cover, but Phoenix kicks out at two. Stevens pulls Phoenix back up by the mask, and drops him back down with a scoop slam. The crowd boos as Stevens hops onto the nearby turnbuckle! COLE I don't know if Stevens has worn Phoenix down enough! CABOOSE Come on, he's tiny! How tough can he be? Stevens looks down as he stands on the second rope. Stevens measures the distance...then takes a second to flip off the fans! COACH Now that's unnecessary! CABOOSE The hell it is! Stevens dives off the second with a Bret Hart forearm! AND PHOENIX ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Phoenix quickly capitalizes with a modified Oklahoma roll on Stevens! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Almost had him! Now Phoenix feels the momentum! CABOOSE Come on, Chris, don't let this happen to you! Phoenix gets back to his feet, and waits for Stevens to get up! Slowly, facing the wrong way, Stevens gets up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Stevens turns, still holding his head, and Phoenix LEAPS onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana-- but Stevens turns it into a sit-out powerbomb!! COACH DAYUM~! COLE What impact! Stevens gets to his feet and looks down at Phoenix, scowling, kicking him once in the face to the dismay of the fans! The crowd jeers as Stevens climbs onto the apron and up the ropes! "BOOOOOOOO" COLE Stevens looking for that Froggy Splash! Stevens wastes no more time, and leaps, CRUSHING Phoenix with the frog splash! The referee makes the count! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* BUFFER The winner of this contest....CHRIS STEEEE-VENS!!!!!! Stevens climbs off of Phoenix, looking down with a sneer as the official raises his hand. Stevens pulls it away in true bad guy fashion, then bends down, taunting Phoenix. COLE Well, Stevens gets the win, but Phoenix looked pretty damn good! COACH I'm just glad we finally got to see this matchup! COLE Absolutely. CABOOSE Hell, even I can agree with that. This WAS a hard-fought one for these guys. Stevens stands up straight, and asks for...a mic? COLE Oh, now what the hell is this? (Stevens grabs the mic, the crowd boos) STEVENS Now, wait one damn second! I just came out here and put my body on the line for you people in a spectacular match. How dare you react negatively to me! Maybe if I ditch a huge main event to go overseas and curtain-jerk over there, like SOME people, maybe you'll cheer me! Or, what if I start coming out to some badass Skynyrd, THEN you'd cheer me! Or...if I pander to all of you, you'd all love me! Well, guess what? Nuh-uh! Chris Stevens ain't doin' that anymore! I'm not waiting for anything; I'm gonna take my spot now! COLE Stevens is-- HEY WAIT!! ("Gimme Back My Bullets" starts up, and Sly Sommers comes out with his hair tied back, wearing a red athletic jumpsuit with white vertical lines going down the arms and legs, and the HI-YAH logo on the back, as the fans erupt. He slaps hands with every fan that sticks their arm out while he walks to the ring with a huge smile on his face. He then slides into the ring, and looks around as the crowd stands up, chanting "SLY!") COACH Now THIS is a hero's welcome! STEVENS Lookie he... (Sly pulls a microphone out of his pocket and puts his finger up to hush Chris up) "SLY SLY SLY SLY SLY SLY" SLY First off, WHAT'S UP BALTIMORE?!?!?!?! (Crowd cheers wildly) Damn, that felt good. Now, it's time to do a bit of therapy here. You're Chris Stevens, correct? STEVENS No crap, Sherlock. SLY Settle down, fido. I haven't been here, as you all have seen, for the past few weeks, but I got the Inter'web and I got videotapes. I've seen you come out here every week and whine about how your airtime's being taken, and how no one's respecting you. That's a pretty big problem. Well, I got a three-step program to heal your ailments... (Stevens looks agitated) SLY Step one: stop feuding with vampires. That crap just don't work out, man. (Crowd laughs, Chris stomps the mat in anger) SLY Dude, chill out. Secondly, stop being such a douchebag. I was a douchebag for a while...hell, I even hung around with Calvin Szechstein, how lame is THAT? What happened? I got booed out of the building in most places, even when I was having success in the X-Division. CHRIS I don't care what these people think about me, I'm going right to the top with or without them! SLY That's step three, you idiot! Don't just talk about how you're "going right to the top" or how you're gonna "take your spot". Actually DO IT! Otherwise, you're just blowing smoke up our butts. CHRIS Fine... Stevens looks down for a second, while the fans boo...then looks back at Sommers. CHRIS Then how about this: at World Without End, you versus me, how about it, Mister Japanese Sensation? SLY I'm digging that...but I'm digging this even more: if you win, I'll sign over every booking I have until the end of the year to you, basically handing you my spot, which is what you wanted, right? In fact, for those not on the Internet or in the scoop, I'm booked in the main event of the November Pay-Per-View. Not gonna say what it is or how I'm involved, but if you beat me, you got THAT too. CHRIS I'm likin' what I'm hearing... SLY In fact, if you beat me, I'll pull a old Japanese humiliation trick on myself and become what they call a "Dojo Boy". To explain, I'll come out with no intro music, pyro, fanfare, etc., just wearing plain black trunks and boots. I'll lower myself to even below your ranks. CHRIS This sounds really, really good. But you know what would be even better? SLY What? Chris drops his mic and connects with a loud superkick to Sly's jaw, sending him down to the mat. Chris quickly climbs to the top rope...and crashed down hard with a huge frog splash! OAOAST officials run down to the ring and try and clear Chris out, as he grabs a mic and walks down the rampway... CHRIS So, guess that whole "stop talking and do it" thing actually works, eh? Chris walks down the rampway with his arms in the air, victoriously, surveying what he had just done to Sly Sommers. COLE Chris Stevens more than just ruined Sly Sommers's homecoming here tonight! COACH But, Sly Sommers has a chance for revenge at World Without End! Stevens vs. Sommers on Halloween NIGHT! More HD in 3! (Go to break!)

COLE Wait, folks, let’s take this to the back. I’m getting word that Jackie Gayda is trying to catch up with Drek Stone for an interview. CABOOSE Oh, this should be good. *The camera cuts away to Jackie running down the hallway trying to catch up with Drek, who is leisurely pulling a suitcase further into the arena* JACKIE Drek……..Drek! Can I get a quick word with you? Drek slowly stops, drops the suitcase onto the floor, and stares into the camera. DREK …..no. Drek then picks up his suitcase and starts to walk down the hallway again, until Jackie runs further down the hall to catch him. JACKIE Well, maybe more than one quick word. Drek, can I get your thoughts on this Round Robin controversy? What are your thoughts about being tied with Panther for first place, heading into November? This time, Drek seems to take the question a little more seriously. Politely dropping his baggage to the ground once again, he takes a moment to smooth out his suit and eyeball Jackie for a few seconds. He then finally decides to address the people. DREK My thoughts on this Round Robin will be made known tonight, when I expose Panther for being the absolute fraud that he is. I deserve to be going for that Heavyweight title shot - NOT HIM. And I’m going to prove that later on HeldDown. There you go, doll. There’s your Edward R. Murrow award winning interview. Once again, I’m friggin improving things for everyone around here. Once again, Drek picks up his luggage and begins to roll it down towards the locker room. This time, Jackie doesn’t stop him. She lets him continue to walk towards the back double doors as the camera slowly fades away. (TO THE ARENA WITH GUSTO!) COACH Welcome back. It's now time for a tag team elimination bout between the Tetherses and the Bryants. These two teams have actually been feuding since late-July, when Sean Bryant split off from the Rave and Assault Squad and formed a team with his prodigical cousin Alex. COLE But the interesting thing is...I don't think these two teams have ever squared off in a two-on-two format on television yet. COACH That's not the only interesting thing in this match. You see, whoever scores the final pinfall, whether it be the only survivor on a team, or just the one guy on his team to send the last guy packing, gets a shot at Yuji Chusaki's HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title at World Without End, certainly a great honor. COLE Without any further ado, let's go to the ring! ("Bully" starts up, and the Bryant Cousins come out to the ring. Alex walks to the ring calmly, adjusting the athletic tape on his wrists as Sean ecstatically hops around all over the place, yelling harsh words at the fans.) BUFFER The following is an elimination tag team bout, with the winner of the final fall going on to meet Yuji Chusaki for the HI-YAH Jr. Title at World Without End. Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at a combined weight of 357 pounds...the team of "Trick Style" Sean and "The Grappler" Alex...the Bryants! COACH These two are total contrasts to each other: Sean's a loud, abrasive aerial-based competitor who is as flashy as they get, and Alex is a quiet but violent technical wizard who is in there to get his job done, not show off. COLE Speaking of getting the job done, we've heard through the grapevine that Alex Bryant's actually been working out at the Malibu School of Wrestling lately, as the Bryants' rich uncle has paid Zack off so that his nephews can get ring time with Zack's young students, and Alex has been constantly working on various unusual pinning combinations, which he claims is now his key to becoming the top wrestler in this company, tag team or otherwise. We'll see if the training has helped any tonight! ("Roll On" by the Living End starts up, as Nate and Mikey Tethers come out to their new entrance music. They slap hands with the fans as they run down the aisle before sliding into the ring.) *BELL RINGS* Alex Bryant starts off in the ring with Nate Tethers. Nate claps his hands together, getting the crowd to do a big group clap to get behind him. Alex and Nate then lock up in center-ring. Alex gracefully puts Nate in a headlock. Alex switches arms on the headlock, and brings Nate over with a headlock takeover. Alex then quickly lets go of the grounded headlock and grabs onto Nate's leg before he can do anything. Alex comes to his feet, and starts twisting Nate's ankle. COLE This kid is so fast at just moving around the ring; I'm honestly shocked that he's only been wrestling professionally for thirteen months. Nate is somehow able to balance himself on one leg and rise to his feet, but Alex drives him back down with a legsweep before rolling him onto his stomach by the leg and going into a grounded waistlock. Alex then hooks Nate's head and near leg to roll him into a ball-and-chain cradle, but rolls him to a sitting position before the referee can go down to count. Alex stands and brings Nate down to a laying position with a side headscissors. COACH The point behind sitting him up before locking it in is that he can bring the leg down across Nate's throat before applying it, which is one of the only ways I think a throat strike is legal. Nate struggles before moving to a front position, where he's basically bent over directly in front of Alex while still in the headscissors. Nate then does a headstand to try and escape, but Alex latches onto Nate's mid-section to keep him attached. Alex rolls and puts Nate onto his stomach before going into a grounded front facelock. Alex then slowly rises while keeping it applied, and switches his grip to lift Nate and drop him with a vertical suplex before transitioning into a rear chinlock. COLE The way this guy chains together moves sometimes amazes me. Alex pulls him up with the chinlock and goes into a headlock. But, Nate quickly gets out by shoving Alex off to the ropes. Alex throws a running clothesline, but Nate ducks it. Alex stops in the center of the ring and Nate goes off to the ropes. When he runs back, he dives at Alex like he's going for a clothesline, but then turns himself around and hits a flying reverse DDT! COACH Haven't seen that one before! Nate comes to his feet immediately, as Alex stumbles up a second or two later. Alex walks right into a big hiptoss by Nate. Alex comes up again, oblivious to where he's at, and Nate dives at him, landing in wheelbarrow position. Nate pushes up off of the mat, and grabs Alex's head to drive him down to the mat with a bulldog facedrop onto his knee! Alex stumbles around in a circle while holding his face before being whipped off to the ropes. Coming back, Alex runs right into a high dropkick from Nate Tethers! COLE Is that the Nike logo imbedded on the side of Alex Bryant's face? Both competitors come back up, with Bryant holding his face. Nate lifts Alex and slams him down to the mat. Nate then runs and comes off of the ropes to nail a rolling senton across Alex's chest. Nate immediately pops off of the mat and climbs to the top rope, immediately coming off with a falling kneedrop to the chest. Nate then pulls Alex up, and sends him back with a Russian legsweep. Nate immediately gets up and comes off the ropes, where he takes two steps forward and hits a flipping legdrop. Nate goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Nate pulls Alex up and connects with a series of punches to the face that send him back into the ropes. Nate whips Alex odff, and hits a big spinning wheel kick. After being hit with it, Alex rolls to the outside quickly while holding his face. COACH Nate Tethers' fast-paced defense here isn't giving "The Grappler" enough time to think. Alex Bryant shrugs himself off before going back into the ring slowly. He then sticks his hand out, in a challenge for a Greco-Roman knucklelock. Nate sticks his hand out to grab on for the knucklelock, but Alex pulls him in and rakes his eyes. Alex hooks Nate and brings him down with a waistlock takedown. Alex goes right back to the front facelock and pulls him up with it. COLE The whole point of throwing him down just to pull him off is that it throws the opponent's body and brain off, with all the sudden movements in opposite directions, confusing him into a false state of balance. Alex pulls Nate to the Bryants' corner and tags in his cousin Sean. Alex twists around and snapmares Nate, leaving him right open for a snap dropkick to the spine. Sean enters the ring then by hitting a twisting slingshot liftoff into a moonsault over the top rope, wowing the crowd and going for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sean pulls Nate up, and chops him across the chest. He whips Nate to the ropes, and delivers a spectacular spinning wheel kick rotation in mid-air into a hurricanrana! Sean hops on Nate for the pin, but barely gets a two-count. Sean pulls Nate up to a sitting position, and puts one foot on Nate's shoulders, using it to flip off of and deliver a moonsault headbutt to Nate's stomach! COLE I wish this guy would start doing moves that we can name! Sean pulls Nate up, and shoves him into a neutral corner. Bryant follows up with two thrust kicks to the chest before hitting a beautiful tiger wall flip (walking/kicking up the opponent's upper torso and backflipping off)! As soon as he lands on his feet, he connects with a spinning wheel kick to his cornered opponent. Sean hairmares Nate down to the mat, making sure he's sitting. Sean goes to the second rope and connects with a stiff flying toe kick to the back of the head! COACH As bad as this kid's attitude is, he's been blessed with some of the most incredible athletic talents I've honestly ever seen. Sean rises to grab Nate's ankle and drag him to the Bryants' corner, where he tags in his cousin Alex. Both Alex and Sean then lift Nate off the mat by the legs, and nail a painful-looking inverted double powerbomb into the corner! Sean goes to the apron, as Alex connects with a vicious European uppercut while pulling Nate up to a standing position. Alex then lifts Nate onto his shoulders and nails a beautiful Finley Roll (rolling senton/Samoan Drop combo) before coming to his feet while KEEPING AHOLD of Nate on his shoulders. He flips Nate over his neck, and brings him down in a vicious backbreaker variation! COLE Some of this stuff that Alex Bryant does in the ring is proof of the evolution of wrestling: not just the aerial mind-blowing stuff that his cousin Sean does, but just the way he can add the smallest touches to ordinary moves, or do something with a move that might seem obvious to think of after he does it, but might not have been thought possible before he broke it out. Alex pulls Nate off of the mat, and performs a nice snap suplex. Alex rises to his feet, runs, comes off of the ropes, and hits a quick jumping kneedrop. He goes for the cover, but without hooking the leg... 1... 2... Kickout. TRACY SMOTHERS Hook the leg, man. COLE WHOA, where'd you come from? TRACY SMOTHERS ::exits:: Alex pulls Nate up, gutwrenches him, and slams him down to the mat back-first. Alex comes off of the ropes, but keeps running instead of doing something to the fallen Nate Tethers, other than stepping on him while running. Alex hops on the middle rope, looking to be going for a Lionsault...before holding onto the top rope and just standing there to flip off the crowd. COACH C'mon now! The point is to win the match, not anger the fans! Alex climbs down and pulls Nate up, only to shove him in a neutral corner. Alex connects with a big knee to the mid-section. He pulls Nate out to lift him and hit a bridging fallaway slam for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex rolls back onto his feet, lifting Nate up in slam position with him. He has Sean slap the back of his hand to tag himself in. Sean goes down to one knee, and Alex hits a Hero Sandwich (slam swung around into Rock Bottom) onto Sean's knee! Alex goes to the apron as Sean pulls Nate up. He slaps Nate in the face as a sign of disrespect before snapmaring him over to a seated position. Sean comes off of the ropes and connects with a low dropkick to Nate's face. COLE Sean's lack of size is more than made up for by the speed and velocity he can get on stuff like that. Sean dives onto the middle rope right after kipping up, and hits an incredible Lion-Legdrop (Lionsault twisted in mid-flip into a flying legdrop). Sean goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sean pulls Nate up to his feet, and hits a jawbreaker, which he uses the momentum of coming back up to his feet to nail a dropsault that sends Nate back into the Bryants' corner. Sean tags Alex back in, who lifts Nate up in spinebuster-form. Sean comes off of the ropes, leaps over Alex's head, and hits a ass splash to Nate's chest that sends him down hard. COACH The double-teaming on Nate so far has been quite well-worked. Alex rolls through for a jackknife pin as soon as Sean pops off and goes to the apron... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex pulls Nate up, and lifts him for a slam. But, he then swings Nate around and drops him gut-first onto his bent knee. Alex floats that right into a Russian legsweep, which he chains into an Octopus Hold! But, Nate is able to use his abnormally long legs (at least for his frame) to scoot around and reach the ropes quickly. Alex is up quickly, and won't let Nate get up on his own accord, sending him down with a knee strike to the side of the head as he tries to get up. COLE They're just not letting Nate Tethers get anything in. Alex pulls Nate up and hooks him in a headlock to drag him back to the Bryants' corner. Alex tags in Sean, who immediately connects with a dropkick to the side of Nate's stomach. Sean grabs Nate from Alex, who goes to the apron, and snapmares him before hitting a standing Whisper in the Wind (turnaround senton). He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean argues with the referee for about five seconds before pulling Nate up, and whipping him off to the ropes. When he comes back, Sean dives at him, but in a split second, Nate catches him and drops him head-first with a Michinoku Driver II (TAKA's finisher in America)! But, Nate's way too weakened to cradle the legs for the cover. COLE Both men look to be crawling to their corners, something that they should definately be doing. The referee's counting them down, but the crowd cheering for Nate to tag out is overriding his voice. Sean gets to his corner first and tags out to Alex...and Alex gets to Nate in the nick of time, dragging him center-ring by the ankle before pulling him up. He hooks Nate in a half-nelson, and drives him down gut-first across his knee. Nate comes to his feet, dazed, as Alex comes off of the ropes. Alex takes Nate's head off with a huge Yakuza kick, and goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex pulls Nate up, and lifts him for a vertical suplex before dropping him down in a gutbuster variation. He pulls Nate up fully to his feet, and shoves him backwards, causing him to bounce back forward via the ropes and right into a shoulder charge to the stomach. Alex Bryant lifts Nate up onto his shoulders in Samoan drop fashion, and shoots him up, falling backwards himself with both knees up, causing Nate to fall stomach-first onto his knees! COACH That's gotta hurt! Alex pulls Nate up to his feet, and locks in an abdominal stretch. But, he falls back to a seated position and rolls Nate onto his shoulders for a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Alex rolls through immediately into a seated abdominal stretch. Nate can't find an escape, so he starts kicking upward with his free leg, connecting with a few knees to Alex's face. He then is able to get enough momentum to wrap his leg around Alex's head, and force him to break the hold by rolling him into an inverted victory roll cradle... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Nate goes for a flying headscissors. But, Alex puts him back down on his feet and hits a reverse DDT. He pulls Nate up, and pulls Nate's arms behind his back while placing one foot in the small of Nate's back before rolling onto his own back and putting the other foot in his back, forming a sick-looking inverted surfboard. Sean springboards to the top rope, and comes crashing down on Nate's stomach at a sick angle! COACH WHAT THE HELL? The crowd chants "NICE!" at what they just saw, as Sean runs back to his corner immediately, and Alex scoots over to tag him in. He immediately goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean's in shock from the kickout! He pulls Nate up, and hooks him for an Ace Crusher before turning it around into a falling reverse DDT. Sean then comes off of the ropes, and hits a mind-blowing running 450 splash! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. He pulls Nate up, and shoves him into a neutral corner. He grabs his arm and pulls him out of the corner, before pulling him back in with a turnaround whip into a hurricanrana that sends him face-first into the middle turnbuckle! Sean quickly pulls him down, laying in front of the corner. Sean gets in the corner, slings up, and hits an incredible corkscrew split-legged moonsault! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean immediately tags in Alex after the kickout, who pulls Nate up and lifts him onto his shoulders. He tosses him off, and dumps him onto Sean's knee gut-first. Alex pulls Nate off of the mat as Sean goes to the apron, and connects with yet another European uppercut. Alex then lifts Nate over his shoulder, looking to be going for an over-the-shoulder powerslam. But, he then drops down to his knees, basically dropping Nate gut-first onto his shoulder. COLE Nice variation of the gutbuster... COACH Haven't they all been? Alex then comes off of the ropes and hits a running double-kneedrop to the stomach before slowly pulling Nate up, wasting a whole lot of time jawing with the official. He then lifts Nate up to go for the Border City Driver (cross-legged fisherman's Michinoku Driver), but Nate's able to fight his way out and roll Alex into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come off of the mat, and Nate connects with a discus backhand strike to Alex's face. Alex pops up, and both competitors go down via stereo flying forearms to the face. They then slowly crawl towards their corners, hoping to get the tags in... COLE Maybe Nate can actually get the tag out this time to his fresh partner, Mikey... They both get closer and closer to their partners, and the crowd claps in unison, trying to encourage Nate to tag out...and Alex tags out to Sean first! Sean dives at Nate, but fails, as Nate finally gets the hot tag to his brother Mikey, and the crowd erupts! COACH Mikey Tethers has finally entered the match! He comes in, fists-a-fury, sending Sean back into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He whips Sean off to the ropes, and Sean goes for a flying headscissors, but Mikey reverses with a quesadora (tilt-a-whirl backbreaker)! Mikey pulls Sean up, and connects with ten repeated, loud chops to the chest, switching off hands on each one. COLE OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! He whips Sean off to the ropes, and hits a nice rydeen bomb (Sky High/armpit-lift sitdown bomb). But, he doesn't stay with it, and immediately comes back up to his feet. Sean stumbles up to his feet, and walks right into a series of punches to the face. He then gets whipped off to the ropes, and runs right into a front dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the floor. COACH When you're wrestling guys like Nate and Mikey Tethers, and they're elevated above you, you're in no-man's land! Mikey comes off the ropes on the other side of the ring, and runs towards the side that Sean's on. Alex puts his leg out between the top and middle ropes, trying to intercept any dives...but Mikey dives over the top rope, bypassing the block and hitting an amazing tope con hilo (flip dive over the top rope) onto Sean! The crowd chants "O-A-OAST!" at the great dive. COLE niceNICE! Mikey gets up and pulls Alex Bryant off of the apron, immediately sending him down with a superkick to the jaw. He then throws Sean back into the ring and goes to the apron, where he springboards to the top rope and connects with a beautiful flipping senton. He goes for the pin... 1.... 2.... Kickout! Mikey immediately pulls Sean up, and lifts him for a side suplex. But, he flips him over his back and brings him down in a bulldog! COACH Very Teddy Hart-like there... He goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Mikey pulls Sean up, and lifts him for a slam. But, he then tosses Sean up and brings him down hard with a sitdown powerbomb! Cover... 1... 2... Alex slides back into the ring out of nowhere and breaks it up! Alex pulls Mikey up and whips him off to the ropes, as the referee's quickly losing control of this bout. Mikey leapfrogs Alex on the way back and puts the brakes on. Alex turns around, and walks right into a spinning wheel kick from Mikey. Sean has stumbled up to his feet and runs at Mikey. But, Mikey sees him coming, and brings him down with a hiptoss backbreaker! COLE Mikey Tethers is like a house of fire! Mikey signals to the air, and goes to the top rope. He looks around at the crowd to get support, but takes too much time, as Alex is able to pop onto his feet and run into the top rope to crotch Mikey. He climbs to the middle rope and hooks Mikey for a superplex. But, right then, Nate rushes back into the ring and forearms Alex in the back before setting him up on his shoulders in an electric chair... COACH What could they be setting up here? Mikey rises to his feet on the top rope while turning around. He then reaches back and hooks Alex's head over his shoulder. He flips backwards....DOOMSDAY SLICED BREAD #2! When landing, Mikey lands in moonsault-like fashion on Sean, who he then goes for the pin on... 1... 2.... THREE! BUFFER Sean Bryant has been eliminated! COLE Folks...this might not look good... The camera closes in on Sean, showing that when Mikey landed, he somehow crashed down on Sean's arm, snapping it in half just about. COACH I'm being told that our bosses want us to go to a commercial break while we get this whole thing settled. We'll be back in a few. (COMMERCIAL BREAK) COLE We're back. During the break, Sean Bryant, who suffered what looks to be an unfortunate arm injury as an effect of the amazing double-team Sliced Bread #2 on his partner, was helped to the back right after elimination. COACH The only positive, if we can say that, is that it's given the other three time to rest, and now that they're in their corners and Sean's being taken care of in the back, we can restart the match. *DING* Alex charges at both Bryants, but he runs into a double boot to the mid-section. COLE It looks like the referee's just going to let this go as is, without any tagging. Both Bryants latch onto Alex, and hit a big double gutwrench suplex. Nate and Mikey immediately come to their feet, as Nate gives Mikey his foot. Mikey then launches Nate's foot up, assisting his brother in a big moonsault. Nate goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Nate pulls Alex up, and whips him off to the ropes. Alex comes back, and runs right into a tilt-a-whirl lift into over-the-shoulder powerslam positioning. Mikey hooks Alex's head and arm, and both Tetherses bring him down with a double-team elevated Flatliner. Both Tetherses come up, and Nate jumps into wheelbarrow position on Mikey, who then lifts his brother up and drops him with a cannonball senton onto Alex Bryant! COLE He just used his brother as a weapon! Mikey then leaps to the second rope, and hits a turnaround legdrop. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Mikey lifts Alex up, and hooks Alex's head over his shoulder. Nate grabs Mikey's leg, and flips him over, helping him hit a standing Sliced Bread #2! Cover! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Nate and Mikey get up, and literally discuss their next move. Nate then pulls Alex up, as Mikey goes to the top rope. Nate then lifts Alex up in an electric chair on his shoulders. Mikey yells "IT'S OVER!" and launches off the top rope. But, Alex swings and hits Mikey in the nuts in mid-air! Alex immediately fights his way out of the electric chair with repeated punches to the top of Nate's skull. COLE That's a first! Alex walks over to Mikey, who's holding himself on the ground, and pulls him up. He lifts him cross-legged, and nails the Border City Driver! Alex cradles the legs... 1... 2... THREE! BUFFER Mikey Tethers has been eliminated! COLE It's down to Nate Tethers and Alex Bryant: who will get the shot at the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title at World Without End?!?! Alex immediately gets ahold of Nate, who he kicks in the stomach and forces down on all fours before doing the La Magistral arm crank and sitting back to roll Nate on his shoulders... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE I think that's one of those odd pinning combinations he's been working on at the Malibu School. Both competitors come up, and Alex acts like he's going to throw a forearm, causing Nate to duck and leaving him wide open for an Oklahoma Roll... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Alex puts Nate in a rear waistlock. He then goes into a reverse pumphandle (hooking both of the opponent's arms under his own legs) and flips him onto his back. Alex hops over Nate, and bridges back, tucking Nate's legs up at his shoulders... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Alex scores with a double legsweep. He keeps ahold of the legs, and falls forward into an Alligator Press (falls forward, forcing weight to push opponent's legs down so that his ankles are touching his shoulders)... 1.... 2... Kickout! Both come back up, and Alex kicks Nate in the stomach. He grabs Nate's far arm and steps over it before hooking the far arm and rolling forward, trapping Nate in a crucifix-type manuever... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both come up again, and Alex hops over Nate's shouders, hooking himself around Nate for a Code Red. But, Alex sends his momentum backwards to roll Nate forward and into a sunset cradle... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up again, but Nate ducks a punch from Alex. Nate then hops up on Alex's shoulders and goes for a reverse hurricanrana. But, Alex keeps ahold of Nate in the electric chair and bridges back with an ocean cyclone suplex!... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Alex pulls a dazed and dizzied Nate up, and hooks him for a Russian legsweep. But, he then rolls Nate forward and into an inverted side cradle... 1.... 2.... KICKOUT! Both competitors come up, and Alex bends down for a legsweep. But, Nate leaps over him and goes for a sunset flip! However, Alex sits down and hooks Nate's legs for a pinning cradle of his own... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both competitors come up, and Alex ducks underneath an attempted clothesline, hooking the arm while doing so. He brings Nate down with a sitdown backslide... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Nate rolls out of it and knees Alex in the face before Alex can get back up to his feet. He pulls Alex up and hooks him in a front facelock. Alex then jumps to the second rope and spins while jumping, trying to go for a tornado DDT. However, Alex is able to shift the momentum and put Nate in fireman's position to reverse, before bridging back into a bridged Samoan Drop pin... 1.... 2.... Kickout! Alex goes for the sunset flip as soon as he gets to his feet, and brings Nate over. But instead of sticking with it, he starts rolling around in a circle around the ring, spinning Nate's entire body with his legs in a move called the Kiwi Roll. He stops after ten rotations and keeps him down for the pin... 1... 2.... KICKOUT! Alex comes up immediately, and Nate follows, albeit really dizzy. Alex pulls him in by the arm and tries to take him down for the Border City Stretch (crossface, but with the arm usually hooked between the attacker's leg put behind his neck), but Nate sees it coming and rolls out. Both competitors quickly back up to their feet, and Alex scores with a snapmare out of nowhere. He keeps Nate in a seated position and puts his legs around Nate's head before hooking his toes under Nate's thighs and sitting down on his BUTT for a pinning predicament... 1.... 2.... THREE! BUFFER Your winner of the contest, and going on to meet Yuji Chusaki at World Without End for the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title, Alex Bryant! COLE He said he would do it in the interview backstage, and he did it! Alex Bryant showcased some of those odd pinning combinations that we've heard he's been practicing, and they paid off well. COACH So, it'll be Chusaki vs. Alex Bryant for the HI-YAH Junior Heavyweight Title, Sunday, October 31st, live on Pay-Per-View...it's the high-flying foreign sensation against the mat technicican prodigy! More HD in Three! (Go to break)

Never. ATTN. spoke at my high school graduation. EAT THAT!

Okey dokey pokey. Zack, I sent you what I got. Keep them bitches comin because I drink a lot.

The entire state of Maryland is awful. I’m sorry I was born there. I’ll never live that down. People from Baltimore are sometimes known as Baltimorons. Holly-Wood and ???? Vs Chicks Over Dicks (I already know who ???? is!) If someone wanted to have match with one or both Fanboys that would be nice.

I do know. Send it. There aren't enough matches!

Is this man still alive? I haven't seen him in ages.

eye think he was paying u a compliment.

That cage match was some crazy ass shit! Read it now!

Yo Crystal~! I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "she can't get up!" DAMN! she fell n' she can't get up!

SLAM! LET THE BOYZ BE BOYZ! roster list There's a roster list for you, Phenom. Its ever so slightly out of date. Check the character specs thread if you want UP TO THE MINUTE STATS!

Was it Ahmed Johnson?

Hoff is the greatest person ever. Edit: I mean that.

To echo what my main man, Hoff, said; you can debut at WWE if you'd like. You actually don't need anyone's permission to appear on a show. Edit: I edited that photo you sent me into your character specs. Consider it commemorated.

I take care of those who take care of their's. We get ours. Oh stop! You're just saying that because I had Caboose say that Black T was the best tag team.

ACK-SHEW-UL FEED BACK!!!!!!!! The cage match was mother fucking certifiable, man! On the straight up real shit. Tony must’ve lost his mind when he wrote that one. All kinds of brutal insane shit going down! Best segment I’ve read in a long time. Fucking out of control man! Get down with the get down, Tony! WTF 4 REAL? Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologized a trillion times. Onto the rest of the show. Very good. Strong show. I knew a Chris Stevens heel turn was coming, but that didn’t make it any less welcome. He beat up on his fellow OAOAST enhancement talent? Who the fuck does he think is? Just because he’s got an entrance video, he thinks he’s all big time! I was wondering when he’d start getting involved with his former jobber buddies. Mike Hunt needs some love. hehheheheheeee. Crystal got into Hoff’s head tonight with some sound advice. I’m waiting for the skit where Hoff gets at Crystal by destroying the Coach. Although, I guess he’d be doing her a favor by smacking around the horny geek boy that salivates over her. But it would be like the Undertaker smacking up JR when he was feuding with Austin. If that never happened just ignore the previous sentence. Vut else? That was cool with The Love Doctors jacking the Frankensteiners’ title shot. The Frankensteiners done been bitchedddddddddd! Fuck Wu-Tang. It’s the Love Doctors who ain’t nuthin to fuck wit. I was surprised that they lost. However their loss preserves the integrity of Gangsta or Wanksta. Because of my psychic abilities I was able to see Ragdoll’s heel turn coming. Axel’s taken a lot of abuse. First getting a sledge hammer jammed in his face then getting fire spit in it. He needs a hug. *Hug* Damn you Saint Louis for not building a domed stadium! Dharma and Greg won’t come until like three am because of the Cards game. Oh, I thought this was the e-mail I was writing. NYU always looks for feedback, so Patty will provide him with what he seeks. I never know what to say about matches. Maybe that’s why I’m not rolling in pussy like my dawg Scott Keith! Good match that made both men look good, which is always important. NYU loves his spaces between counts. I love my Sugar free Cherry Jello. Anyway, this was a good piece of writing as well. NYU always does a good job of making his matches really dramatic if you dig me. Speaking of drama, we got a good one in the main event. It culminated in the home town boy scoring a huge victory in front of his people! Swell ball! Papa and NYU should produce and awesome tie breaking match next week! Why I think it could be match of the year! The best match in HeldDOWN history! No pressure, though. Newcomer, The Phenom had a nice debut promo. Short and sweet. Like me! Tee-heh! Did I forget anybody?

Crystal, we say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin

AWWW DAYUM!

AAAA-toowwwnn!!!!

CRAZY ASS SHIT, B!

Back in the club! Panther/Cappa has been edited in.

We cut to ringside, where Michael Buffer stands in the center of the ring with a mic in hand. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final stop in the ROAD TO THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER! We're greeted to the opening trumpets of DJ Kool's "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)." The house lights drop, bright spotlights begin to circle the arena and the camera pans the arena, picking up numerous fans clapping along and dancing to the hip hop beat. A bright spotlight highlights the entrance as the Mad Cappa charges onto the stage with a look of determination on his face. He throws his hands into the air, garnering a mixed, but mostly positive crowd response before starting down the ramp towards ringside. BUFFER Introducing first: he hails from Anacostia, Washington, D.C. and weighs in tonight at 185 pounds, here is THE MAAAAAAAAAAD CAPPAAAAAA~! Cappa continues his path to ringside, tagging the hands of a few fans in the front row along the way. Once at ringside, Cappa slides into the ring and runs to the far corner, climbing to the second rope and raising his arms once more to play to the crowd. COLE There he is, fans...the man who came out of last week's show tied for first place in the Round Robin standings, and a man who quite frankly is in the driver's seat as far as this tournament goes, The Mad Cappa. What a big match this is. CABOOSE Yeah. Coming into tonight, Cappa and Blurricane may have been tied for first place with six points a piece, but that's not the case right now! Oh no! Michael, tell the people who's leading the pack right now! COLE Well...right now it's Drek Stone. CABOOSE YES! "Reckless" Drek Stone, my pick to win it all! COLE Yeah, Stone picked up a huge pinfall victory to bring his tally up to 7 points...one point ahead of Cappa. And that's what makes this match so important, 'Boose! A pinfall or a submission will bring this thing home for The Mad Cappa. A DQ or Count Out victory will leave him tied with Stone for first. Must-win situation for Cappa here...but a win is never guaranteed when you're in the ring with the likes of this man... Cappa's music fades out and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system to a HUUUUUUUGE pop from the Philly crowd. The arena goes pitch black, and after approximately five seconds... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!" A HUUUUUGE pyro blast rips through the stage, driving the crowd into a frenzy. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where Panther appears with Tina through a thick cloud of smoke. Panther’s wearing a solid black cap and a “Panther’s Way” t-shirt (both autographed) over his trademark basketball jersey. With his trademark smirk on his face, Panther strolls out to the edge of the stage, where Tina gets down onto one knee in front of him. Panther takes a moment to scour the arena, then, as the horns begin to blare over the PA system, Panther slowly raises his hands into the air, holds the pose as bright white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then snaps his hands down by his side as the spotlights disburse about the arena. Panther then steps over Tina and starts down the ramp with her following closely behind. BUFFER His opponent: hailing from PHILADELPHIA, PA (huge pop), being accompanied by Tina and weighing in at 194 pounds, here is the Champion of Champions...PAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHHHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR~! The hometown pop brings a huge smile to Panther's face. He nears the bottom of the ramp, at which point Tina sprints past him and slides into the ring, turning back to face him just as he makes a vertical leap onto the apron. She walks over and holds the ropes for him, allowing him to step through and walk out to the center of the ring. Once there, Panther brushes both Buffer and referee Earl Hebner off to the side, then shoves Tina back down to a knee facing the camera. Shooting an intense glare into the crowd, Panther takes stance behind her, and as the horns begin to blare once more, four bright spotlights begin to roam the darkened arena to the beat of the music…getting brighter…and brighter…and brighter before converging on the center of the ring, where both Panther and Tina snap their right fists into the air and pyro explodes from all four ring posts. The flashing red and white spotlights return as Panther climbs the ropes and begins to play to the crowd. COLE What a response for Panther! These fans here in Philly are going absolutely wild for the Champion of Champions! CABOOSE Just further proof that these mutants here in Philly have no class whatsoever! These people here are nothing more than brain dead idiots! COLE Will you be nice?! Just once! CABOOSE It's not in my contract. COLE (sighs) Whatever. Things not looking too good for Panther coming into this thing, as thus far he's only been able to rack up 4 points. He's not out of the tournament, however. If he can get a submission victory here, he'll be tied with Drek Stone at 7! CABOOSE But that's a pretty big "if", Cole! Cappa may be dumb, but he's smart enough to know the situation Panther's in right now! Don't think he won't be on extra guard for any submission holds that Panther tries. COLE I'm sure he will be. Panther's music dies down and he takes a moment to confer with Tina in the corner. After a moment of conversation, the two share a kiss, and Tina exits the ring just as referee Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go. This thing is underway. Chants of "LET'S GO PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena as the two men head out towards the center of the ring. Cappa reaches for a collar-and-elbow but Panther ducks under and picks his ankle, putting him flat on his back with a single-leg takedown. With Cappa's leg in hand, Panther goes right for a figure four, but Cappa kicks him away before he can get it applied. Undaunted, Panther goes right back for the leg, but Cappa presses his right boot into his chest, sending Panther tumbling to the canvas. Panther uses his momentum to roll right back to his feet and goes right back for Cappa leg,. Cappa tries once more to kick him away, but Panther swats the free leg away. Cappa tries it again, but to avail as Panther yanks on the other leg and drives his knee right into the insertion of the knee, causing Cappa to cry out in pain. He does this one more time before turning into Cappa's leg with a spinning toe-hold... CROWD WHOOOOOO~! The crowd "WHOOO's" in anticipation, but Cappa manages to pull himself underneath the ropes just before Panther's able to get the figure four applied! The ref calls for the break as Cappa clutches the bottom rope with both hands. REF. HEBNER C'mon, Panther! Break it up! 1...2...3... The crowd boos in the background as Panther releases Cappa's leg. COLE Panther going for the submission right off the bat. He realizes what's at stake here. Cappa slides out onto the apron as the ref ushers Panther out to the center of the ring. With Panther at bay, Cappa breathes a sigh of relief and pulls himself to a standing position. Panther moves right in on Cappa, only to catch a hard forearm to the face for his troubles. Cappa follows that up with a right hand before grabbing Panther and hooking him in a front facelock. The crowd begins to clamor as Cappa tosses Panther's arm back over his head, hooks his tights and... COACH He's not gonna suplex him to the floor, is he? ...that's what he's going for, but Panther's able to block it. Cappa tries it one more time, but again he's unsuccessful. Instead, Panther lifts Cappa up and suplexes him into the ring... ...HOWEVER, Cappa twists out mid-move and ends up landing on his feet behind Panther. He quickly grabs Panther around the waist, tucks his head underneath his armpit and tries to take him over with a backdrop suplex, but Panther flips up and over Cappa's head and lands on his feet behind him. Panther waists no time in hooking Cappa and pulling him into a Dragon Sleeper... COACH TRUTH INFECTION! HE'S GOING FOR THE TRUTH INFECTION! Indeed he is, and the crowd pops big for the hold. However, before Panther's able to get the Dragon Clutch set in, Cappa works his way over to the ropes once more. The crowd boos again as the ref calls for the break. REF HEBNER He's got the ropes! Break it! 1...2...3... Panther angrily shoves Cappa to the mat, drawing a pop from the partisan crowd. Panther takes a step back at the ref's behest, allowing Cappa time to get back to his feet. COLE Panther...again going right for the submission hold. CABOOSE But again, Cappa's able to sense what's coming and get to the ropes! And look at Panther: it looks as if some frustration's beginning to set in on his part. Indeed. Panther's pacing back and forth in an effort to cool off. Meanwhile, Cappa appears somewhat annoyed by Panther's roughness on the break. Once he reaches his feet, he marches right over to Panther and greets him with a shove to the chest... *CRACK* ...to which Panther responds with a HARD slap across the face, much to the crowd's delight. Cappa's not as happy, however, and drops Panther with THE IMPACT! (roaring elbow). He then drops to a mounted position on Panther's chest and begins firing off rapid-fire right hands to the forehead of the Philly-native. The crowd boos Cappa's offense, but the boos turn to cheers when Panther grabs Cappa by the throat, pulls him down to the mat and rolls him onto his back, allowing Panther to fire off some right hands of his own. Cappa shoves Panther away, and the two quickly return to there feet, where they begin trading blows in the center of the ring. Cappa! Panther! Cappa! Panther! Cappa! Panther! COLE We've got a slugfest on our hands! Cappa grabs a side headlock to end the exchange. Panther shoves Cappa into the ropes, but gets floored with a hard shoulderblock as he comes off. Cappa hits the ropes again, and Panther rolls onto his stomach, allowing Cappa to go up and over as he comes off. Panther springs back to a vertical base, but gets knocked right back to the mat by another Cappa shoulderblock. Cappa heads into the ropes once more, and Panther again rolls onto his stomach, allowing Cappa to leap over him and head to the other side. Panther springs back to his feet once again, this time catching Cappa with a drop toehold as he comes off. With Cappa flat on his stomach in the center of the ring, Panther quickly staddles his back and grabs him by the head, trying to apply the Truth Infection once more. COLE He's going for it again! Panther's going for the Truth Infection. The crowd pops in anticipation for the hold, but Cappa's fighting it with all his might. He manages to free his head from Panther's grasp and crawl toward the ropes, with Panther trying to lock in the Truth Infection every step of the way. Eventually, Panther manages to get the hold locked in fully, and the crowd gives huge pop in response; unfortunately, by this time, Cappa has pulled himself within arm's length of the bottom rope, and he easily grabs it with his right hand. LOUD boos from the crowd as the referee again forces Panther to break. REF. HEBNER C'mon, Panther, break it up! 1...2...3...4... Panther releases on four, and Cappa slides to the outside for a breather. The crowd is booing loudly as Cappa paces the ringside area. COACH Damn! Listen to these people! COLE Partisan crowd here in Philly here tonight. This is an unenviable position for Cappa to be in...fighting Panther in his hometown. Cappa is prepares to pull himself back onto the apron when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Tina approaching him. He immediately turns and shoots her a suspicious glare, stopping her dead in her tracks. Noticing the distraction, Panther tries to catch Cappa with a baseball slide, but Cappa sees it coming and side steps it. Panther's momentum takes him to the outside, where Cappa begins peppering him with right hands. He then grabs Panther by the hair, drags him toward the ringpost and slams his head into it. He then rolls Panther into the ring and heads to the top rope. Cappa measures Panther as he pulls himself back up, and once Panther's vertical, Cappa stands upright on the top rope and dives... ...RIGHT INTO A PANTHER CUTTER!!!!!!! The crowd erupts in the background, and Panther wastes no time in going for the cover! He hooks the leg, and the crowd counts along as the ref's hand strikes the mat for... CROWD 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! Panther pulled him up! COACH Huh?! COLE Panther just pulled The Mad Cappa up! COACH Why'd he do that?! He may have had the match won! CABOOSE It's because he realizes that a pinfall won't cut it! Panther has to get a submission victory or he's out of this tournament! Panther runs his right hand through his hair and pounds the mat in frustration. He notices Cappa beginning to stir on the canvas, and blasts him with a right hand. Another. He uses a handful of hair to bring Cappa back to his feet, at which point he drags him out to the center of the ring and applies a Cobra Clutch. The crowd pops once more as Panther cinches up on the hold, but Cappa has enough presence of mind to drop to the mat and fling Panther off of him with an armdrag-like counter. Panther rolls right back to his feet and goes at Cappa once more, grabbing his legs and going for what looks to be a Sharpshooter. The crowd once again pops in anticipation, but Cappa catches Panther's foot as he's trying to step through. Panther tries to step through again, but again Cappa blocks the foot. Panther tries to force his leg through, but Cappa ends up booting him in the chest, sending him crashing backfirst off the turnbuckles. The force of the impact causes Panther to stumble back out to the center of the ring, where Cappa rolls him up with an inside cradle! COLE Cappa's got him hooked... 1... 2... THRRRRRR---NO!!!! Panther barely kicks out in time! COLE Panther just half a count away from securing his spot in the Elimination Chamber. Both men back to a standing position, where Cappa scores with a HARD clothesline that puts Panther onto the mat. Panther quickly recovers and rises to his feet, but catches a spinning wheel kick for his troubles. Cappa lifts Panther back to his feet and nails him with a hard right before sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Panther comes off and gets snapped over with a beautiful powerslam. Cover by Cappa...hook of the leg... 1... 2... NO!!!!! Just a TWOOOOOOOO~! Cappa lifts Panther back to his feet and takes him down with a scoop slam. He follows that up with a snapping leg drop across Panther's throat. Cappa then heads out to the apron, where he begins to ascend the turnbuckle. COLE Cappa headed up for another high-risk. His last attempt didn't go so well; will this one pay off? COACH I dunno. He's still looking a little loopy from that Panther Cutter. The Philly crowd rabidly cheers Panther on as he pulls himself back to his feet. Panther makes it up, but as soon as he's vertical, Cappa leaps from the top rope and nails him right on the jaw with a missile dropkick. Panther is down, and Cappa goes for another cover... 1... 2... NO! Panther shoots his shoulder off the canvas right before the count of three. Cappa then lifts Panther up to a seated position and applies a full nelson. Tina has a look of concern on her face as she watches on from the outside. COLE This time it's Cappa with the submission hold. CABOOSE I don't think he expects to get a submission with this thing, though. He's just trying to get Panther to expend some energy. Trying to wear him down. COLE But this crowd here in Philly is ever vocal, and they're trying to will Panther out of this thing...my God it's deafening in here. The fans clap and stomp in unison as chants of "LET'S GO PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena. The chants serve to motivate Panther, and with the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Panther turns to his right, trying to find a way to escape. He manages to pull himself up to on knee as Cappa cinches up on the hold, trying to apply more pressure, but Panther continues fighting the hold, and eventually manages to separate Cappa's arms, breaking the full nelson. Panther quickly tries to rise to his feet, but Cappa catches him with a hard forearm to the back of the head. A second. He then grabs Panther in a rear waistlock and snaps him over for a German Suplex. The crowd boos wildly as Cappa pops back to his feet with a smile on his face. COLE Cappa with that German...this crowd doesn't like that one bit. CABOOSE I'm actually liking this, Cole. Not only is Cappa gonna win this thing, but he's also gonna rub this crowd's nose in it. Cappa turns back to Panther and motions for him to get back up--begging and pleading him, and the crowd looks as if they're about ready to riot. Slowly, Panther pulls himself back to a knee, them pushes himself to his feet, at which point Cappa slips behind him, grabs another rear waistlock and goes for a German--THAT'S BLOCKED! Cappa tries it again, but Panther blockes it once more, and begins firing reverse elbows to the side of the head to free himself from Cappa's grip. Cappa staggers back into the buckle, but quickly comes back and charges at Panther with a clothesline. Panther ducks under, however, hooks Cappa around the waist and catches him with a release German-- CROWD OOOOOOOOOH~! COACH DAYUM!!!!!! --dropping Cappa gutfirst across the top turnbuckle! COLE My God, did you hear that impact! Cappa...Cappa's in trouble! Indeed. Cappa's hung up on the top turnbuckle, as Panther takes a moment to catch his breath. He then moves in on Cappa, catching him with 3 hard stomps to the back of the head before lifting him up and shoving him back onto the turnbuckle, nearly causing him to fall from the top rope to the outside. As Cappa tries to keep his balance, Panther steps up onto the bottom rope and rips into his chest with an open hand strike. *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOO~! Another! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOO~! And another. With Cappa still set up on top, Panther begins to climb up with him, and the crowd begins to stir. COLE Panther's headed up top with Cappa. What's he going for? COACH Could be a Pantherplex. That appears to be it, but before he gets a chance to execute it, Cappa catches him with a right hand to the throat. He nails him with one more before shoving Panther from the top, causing him to crash hard on the mat below. Cappa clutches at his stomach as he begins to stand upright on the top rope, and with the crowd booing him relentlessly, Cappa leaps from the top for a flying leg drop THAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.... ...CONNECTS!!!!!!! Cappa goes for the cover and reaches for the far leg as Hebner counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Just a two! Just a two! CABOOSE You don't get much closer than that. COLE Tell me about it. This crowd here in Philly nearly had a mass heart attack. CABOOSE Yeah, well that's where eating all those nasty cheesesteaks will get you in the long run, Cole. Cappa's still clutching at his gut as he tries to lift Panther off the canvas. However, Panther catches him with a right hand to the gut the doubles him over. An upper cut right to the jaw sends Cappa staggering into the ropes. Panther pushes himself back to his feet and whips Cappa into the far side. Cappa rebounds, and Panther catches him coming off with a BAAAAAAAAACK BODY DR--NO!!!!!!! Cappa sees it coming and catches Panther in a standing headscissors...CAPPABOMB!!!!!!!!!!! Panther's shoulders are down once more! Referee with the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Just a two!!!!!!!! Cappa questions the ref's count, but Hebner holds up two fingers to reiterate the fact that it was only two. COLE Cappa can't believe it! He had the title shot right in his grasp there! What does he have to do?! COACH I think I know what Cappa needs to do, and I think we're about to see it right here. Cappa pulls himself back to his feet and walks towards a corner, waiting for Panther to rise. The crowd, realizing what Cappa's setting up for, voices its disapproval, but their jeers don't phase Cappa any, as he's got his eyes fixed on Panther. With determination written all over his face, Cappa sets himself as Panther slowly...SLOWLY begins to rise. Tina bangs against the mat, trying to warn Panther of the danger that awaits him, and once Panther reaches his feet, Cappa moves right in on him and blasts him with a boot to the midsection. This doubles Panther over, putting him in perfect position BUST A CAP--NOOOOOOO! Panther shoves him into the ropes. Panther tries to catch Cappa with a dropkick as he comes off, but Cappa catches his legs and drops him to the canvas. With Panther's legs tucked up under his armpits, Cappa works to turn Panther over into the Walls of Cappa! Panther tries desperately to fight it...trying with all his might to keep Cappa from turning it over, but it's no use. Cappa turns Panther over and leans back with all his might. Both Tina and the crowd are frantic by this point. COLE Walls of Cappa applied! CABOOSE That's it! There's no way Panther escapes this. COLE Panther's trying to fight it. Panther's trying to hold on...can he?! Can he?! Cappa grits his teeth as he wrenches back on the hold, causing Panther to cry out in pain. On the outside, Tina tries to encourage Panther by slapping the canvas. Eventually, the crowd picks up her beat and the "PANTHER" chants start up again as Panther begins crawling toward the bottom rope. He's crawling hand over hand, trying as best he can to get to the bottom rope... ...he's within an arm's reach... ...almost there... ...almost... ...BUT CAPPA PULLS HIM BACK OUT TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!!!! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Cappa sets the hold one more time. CABOOSE It's definitely over now! COLE Cappa's got a smile on his face a mile wide! That World Title shot is practically dancing right before his eyes! Panther raises his open palm into the air, and he appears just about ready to tap, when the crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison once more. Panther starts to bring his arm down, but the crowd's beginning to get into him once again. His adrenaline begins to flow, and once again, Panther begins crawling to the ropes. Hand over hand! Hand over hand! Cappa tries with all his might to keep Panther in the center of ring, but the energy he's expended applying the hold leaves him unable to. Slowly but surely, Panther finds his way back to the ropes. Cappa makes one last ditch effort to increase the pressure, but it doesn't stop Panther as he reaches for the bottom rope once more... ...he's almost there... ...the ropes are within arm's reach... ...AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE! The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as the referee forces Cappa to break. CABOOSE How the hell did he hold on that long?! COLE Panther...what heart and determination! Maybe he can still win this thing. Maybe...just maybe he'll be able to pull this one out. Panther clutches at his lower back as he pulls himself back to his feet. He takes a deep breath and turns toward Cappa, ready to go on attack... ...but Cappa nails him with a boot to the gut and DRILLS him with BUST A CAP~! COLE HE GOT IT!!!!!! The impact sends Panther rolling out to the arena floor, right at Tina's feet. She instinctively goes to help him up, but stops when the ref admonishes her. Panther looks to be out cold, and the ref begins to put the count down on him... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Realizes Panther's not moving, Tina rushes to his side to help him up. Hebner breaks his count to admonish Tina, but gets shoved aside by a determined Cappa. Cappa hops to the outside, shoves Tina to the ground and lifts the unconscious Panther back up. The crowd boos Cappa as he muscles Panther back into the ring and follows him in. He makes the cover on Panther...hook of the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Panther got his foot on the bottom rope!!!!!!!! Cappa can't believe it! COACH What's it gonna take for Cappa to finish this man?! Cappa buries his face in his hands and pounds the canvas in frustration. He then grabs Panther by the head, and begins pounding him with rapid-fire rights. He then lifts Panther back to his feet...Panther shoves Cappa away and manages to put up somewhat of a fight with a bunch of weak right hands, but Cappa ends his attempted flurry with a sharp knee to the gut. The move sends Panther to his knees, at which point, Cappa slips behind him and applies a dragon sleeper. Cappa cranks back as much as he can as Panther makes a last ditch effort to try and come back. He plants his right foot onto the mat, and manages to get his left foot under him as well. Cappa tries to maintain the hold, but Panther walks him over to a corner, where he places his right foot on the middle turnbuckle, places the left on the top rope and pushes back, going up and over Cappa's head and landing on his feet. Once behind him, Panther grabs a dragon sleeper of his own, but Cappa manages to fight out of it with right hands to the head. Panther, undeterred, comes back with a knee to the small of the back and reapplies the hold, driving the crowd into a frenzy. The crowd feverishly cheers Panther on as he works Cappa over onto his stomach...Cappa tries to fight it, but to no avail, as Panther shoves him onto the mat, sits down across his back and wrenches back on the hold. COLE He's got it! The Truth Infection is applied! Panther's got it locked in... CABOOSE And look at Cappa's positioning! He's facing away from the ropes! COLE Cappa...my God, can he hold on?! Can he... With his upper body away from the ropes, he kicks out his right leg, desperately trying to find the bottom rope. He finds nothing, and with Panther cranking back as much as possible, and the fans chanting "TAP, TAP, TAP" at the top of their lungs... ...Cappa raises his right hand and... ...and... ...HE TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* **Cue "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER HERE IS YOUR WINNER: PAAAAAAAAAAANTHHHHHHHEEEERRRRRRRR~!!!!!!!! The crowd goes crazy as Panther releases the hold and falls to the canvas, exhausted. Tina rushes the ring to tend to him. COLE He got him! Panther reached down deep and made the Mad Cappa tap! What a win for Panther here in his hometown, and fans, that's 3 points for Panther! COACH Wait a minute, Cole. Do you realize what this means? That just gave him three points. CABOOSE Oh no. I know what you're getting at. Please don't let it be true. COLE Hold on. Let's see the point tally. POINTS: Drek Stone: 7 Panther: 7 The Mad Cappa: 6 The Blurricane: 6 Gunner Sharps: 5 Leon Rodez: 2 CABOOSE It can't be. COLE It certainly is. At the conclusion of this tournament - Drek Stone and Panther are tied for first place! COACH I can't believe the unpredictability of this tournament. At the beginning of tonight, the Mad Cappa and the Blurricane were tied for first place. Now, at the conclusion of this tournament, it turns out to be Drek Stone and Panther are tied. CABOOSE Coach, stop the babbling. Who's going to get that title shot now? COACH I don't know. But I think this situation needs to be addressed. COLE What an end to this tournament. Folks, I'm sure we'll hear from Watts next week concerning the results of this tournament. But, for now - the end of this tournament has Drek Stone and Panther TIED for first place. COACH What an ending! What a tournament! COLE What's going to happen next week? CABOOSE God will strike down upon me yet again, killing any shred of hope I might decide to cling onto. COLE It's certainly possible! Anything can happen in the OAOAST! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK AS HELDDOWN COMES TO YOU LIVE FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND! Tina lifts Panther back to his feet and raises his arm into the air, and the arena is illuminated by dozens of flashbulbs as the fans give them both a standing ovation. (GOOD NIGHT!)