Patty O'Green

(Return from ad) OAOAST Clash of the Champions AJ Flaire, X Champion vs. “Iceheart” Dan Black, Adrenaline Champion 2/3 Falls Match Winner Take All COLE It’s time for what should be a great match up, which has been extended to 2 out of 3 falls match at the request of Dan Black, who, in his words wants “to beat that snivelling wretch twice more”. We’ve also heard that the OAOAST board of directors has BANNED Jivin’ Jim Ross from appearing at ringside during this important title match! COACH A brave move by Dan, and one which will test both men to their limits. AJ Flaire is, of course, phenomenal, and Black is clearly underestimating him. CABOOSE Hey, Dan is a veteran, he’s beaten everybody in the OAOAST and come back for more. Flaire’s just some punk. He won’t be able to hang with Black- we saw that on HeldDown. Cut to clip of HD’s tag match, with Dan low blowing AJ and then pinning him with the Pitch Black (Angel’s Wings) COLE Dan did get the pin there, but I have a feeling he won’t get so lucky twice more tonight. Cue: “Quiet” A flood of dark smoke pours out onto the stage underneath the AngleTron. A flurry of white pyro sparks shoots up amongst the smoke, until with a huge pyro BANG, the smoke is dissipated and Dan Black strides through. Clad in black Edge style trenchcoat and shiny black shades, Dan walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans. Dan slides into the ring and takes off the coat, revealing the Adrenaline Title around his waist. He hands it to our official for this match and leans back against the ropes. Cue: “Man in the Box” AJ Flaire walks out calmly, raising his hands to the POPPING crowd and quickly running down to the ring, where Dan Black ducks out as he sees his approach. Flaire hands his X title belt to the ref, and adopts a corner to wait in. At ringside, Dan removes his shades and offers them to a young fan, Bret Hart style, before snatching them away again and laughing. COLE He’s so EVIL! Black throws the glasses away and enters the ring, waiting in the corner opposite AJ for the announcements of Buffer as Flaire’s music cuts. BUFFER The following contest is a title vs title match where the losers championship will be absorbed into the winners. It is set for two falls, with a one hour time limit. Introducing first, to my left, from London, England…he weighs in at two hundred, fourty two pounds and he is the OAOAST Adrenaline Champion- Daaaaaaaaan BLLLLLLLLLLACK! Dan raises an arm into the air in a casual salute. The crowd boos and wonders whether to throw stuff now or later. BUFFER Aaaaaaand his opponent…from wherever he wants….weighing two hundred, fifteen pounds…he is the OAOAST X Division Champion…..A….J….FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAIRE! AJ bounces on the spot as the crowd gives him a healthy POP! Buffer leaves as our official holds up both title belts and then hands them to the time keeper at ringside as we get our opening bell. DING DING DING Both men come out of their corners sharply, both wearing black tights but with AJ’s short and trimmed with blue, Dan’s long and trimmed with silver. Dan and AJ, at equal height, eyeball each other with no display of emotion, until Black just swings back and SLAPS Flaire hard across the face! AJ steps back as Dan looks around, a smug smile on his face…that vanishes as Flaire CRACKS him with a forearm shot! Another forearm, and Flaire sends Black to the ropes. Dan bounces back at AJ, who shoulderblocks him down to the mat. Dan is back up quickly and runs to the ropes, looking to shoulderblock AJ in return, but Flaire drops down and Black has to run over the top. As Dan rebounds off the ropes on the opposite side, AJ kips up and hits him square in the face with a moonsault dropkick! Dan staggers up and moves at AJ, who grabs his left arm and drags him up and over, sending Dan skidding across the mat. Dizzy, Black rises but Flaire is on him, firing another pair of forearms into his jaw COLE AJ using his superior speed and athletic ability to get on top here. COACH Black isnt a high flyerr…he’ll have to slow AJ down into an exchange of holds. COLE Flaire can wrestle to, don’t forget. CABOOSE Just like Coach at Backlash, right? COACH Shh…don’t mention that…they don’t know I’m here, remember… AJ pushes Dan into the corner, and CHOPS hard into his exposed chest. Dan recoils and clutches his pecs, but AJ pushes his hand aside and LASHES him with another cutting chop. Flaire pulls Dan out of the corner and applies a front facelock, before lifting Dan up with a hanging vertical suplex and then dropping back, slamming Black to the mat hard. AJ scoops Black from the canvas and tries an Irish whip, but Dan reverses it. As AJ returns from the ropes, Black greets him with a back elbow that throws AJ away. Dan grabs Flaire in a waistlock from behind, before lifting him off his feet and dropping him to the mat with an amateur style take down. Dan goes after the arm of AJ, trying to haul it back into Fujiwara armbar, but Flaire rolls onto his side and blocks the hold by holding his wrist with his other hand to lock it in place. Black releases the arm and stands quickly to start stomping on AJ, going after the shoulder, but Flaire swings around rapidly with a spinning kick that knocks Dan’s legs out from under him! COACH Such agility from AJ, he can attack from anywhere! CABOOSE Dan has to avoid those fast strikes and keep trying to grind Flaire down. I don’t think AJ has the stamina to go thirty or fourty minutes with Black. Flaire pounces on Dan’s arm, going for a Fujiwara armbar of his own, but Black is quickly up to his feet and counters to a wrist lock on AJ. Flaire wastes no time in escaping, rolling forwards smartly and grabbing Dan’s left arm into a hammerlock. Black scowls in pain but he too counters swiftly, throwing a back elbow into AJ’s face, and with Flaire stunned Dan counters the hammerlock into a full nelson! Black tenses, trying for a Dragon suplex, but AJ gets a leg behind Dan’s to block it. Black tries again, and now his grip is loosened enough for AJ to slip free of the nelson and grab Black into a side headlock. Dan moves forward and, getting his hand on the small of Flaire’s back, pushes him off to the ropes. Dan ducks down for a back drop, but AJ just rolls over his back and grabs a waistlock. Dan reverses to a waistlock of his own and pulls Flaire over with a release German suplex! But AJ flips over and lands on his feet in a crouch! Dan turns, smirking, and AJ charges into him with a full force SPEAR! COLE These guys have been going hold for hold, and AJ just decided to break it up! CABOOSE Meh, he’s a cruiserweight, it’s like being speared by a supermodel. Flaire covers Dan: ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! AJ brings Dan back up and chicken wings his arms, pulling him up and dropping him down back first onto his outstretched knee! COACH BUTTERFLY BACKBREAKER! COLE AJ just broke Dan’s SPINE! BAH GAWD! CABOOSE Just because JR is banned from ringside, you don’t have to do your terrible impressions. COACH I like them! Black is on the canvas, clutching his back where it rebounded of the solid bone of AJ’s knee. Flaire grabs Dan’s legs and crosses them, before turning Dan over into a Texas Cloverleaf! AJ stands up, putting as much pressure as possible on Black’s back. Dan shouts in pain and starts to try and claw his way across the mat. Eventually, he can reach out and just grasp the bottom rope, and AJ releases the hold at the ref’s count. Flaire pulls Dan into the middle of the ring and just plants a knee straight into his spine. Another knee, and then a running double knee! COACH Flaire really going after the back of Dan! CABOOSE Well, he got knocked out cold by Dan’s Pitch Black on HeldDown, he probably wants to make Dan’s back to weak to be able to pick AJ up and hit it here tonight! COLE Good thinking, C-Man! AJ has Dan back to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Dan grimaces in pain as his already sore back is flung into the turnbuckles. Flaire measures Dan, and then charges in, leaping into the air with a Stinger Splash- but Black leaps aside, and AJ slams onto the buckles. Dan rolls him up from behind, grapevining the leg! ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! THREE! NO! KICKOUT! Flaire rolls to his feet and meets Dan with a pair of chops to the chest, before attempting another whip to the corner. This time however Black holds onto AJ’s left arm as he is whipped and stops himself, before turning the hold into an arm bar. Dan kicks Flaire in the gut and extends the arm out. Black gets side on to AJ, still holding the arm, and then drops back, plunging Flaire’s face into the mat and snapping the extended arm hard. COACH Divorce Court from Dan! We saw him make initial attacks on Flaire’s arm earlier, and now he’s going right back after it. Indeed, Black immediately brings AJ back up, dragging him by the left arm, and executes a slow, griding overhead turn on the armbar, before lying the arm across his own right shoulder and slamming it down hard. AJ’s arm bounces off and Flaire clutches it protectively, but Black grabs it again, hammerlocking it and then executing a belly to back suplex with the lock still in place, so that Flaire is dropped onto the mat arm first! As Dan rises from the suplex, his face strains a little and he holds the small of his back, but he quickly brings AJ up, hammerlocks the arm and this time body slams him onto it. Again Dan seems to feel this in his back, but it doesn’t slow him down. Black leaves AJ lying in the middle of the ring, clutching his left arm, and steps out to the ring spron. He slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle, pausing to flip off the fans, and then leaps into the air, flying at Flaire with a diving headbutt- but AJ rolls aside! COLE That headbutt was directed straight at AJ’s injured arm! If that had connected AJ might have been down to one good arm for the rest of his career, never mind this match! CABOOSE A lucky escape from AJ- but now Dan has his mark, he has his plan, he can smell blood. COACH You know, I think Dan may be targeting the arm to stop AJ hitting his “That’s Phenomenal” cradle piledriver! CABOOSE My god, you’re getting into this at last! Black clutches his head as AJ gets to his feet, wringing out the arm. Flaire advances on Dan, who’s up to one knee and slams a shot into AJ’s gut as he approaches. AJ still brings Dan up however, and as Black swings for him ducks, allowing Dan’s momentum to push him in front. Flaire grabs Dan around the waist and hits him with a quick belly to back suplex. Black feels it more than usually however, squirming on the mat. AJ presses him down for a cover: ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! KICKOUT! Flaire brings Black up, grabs his neck and snapmares him back down again, leaving Dan sitting on the mat. AJ rocks back and SLAMS a kick into Dan’s back! Dan clenches his fists and shouts, but no sooner has he done than Flaire kicks him again with equal force! AJ quickly runs to the ropes and rebounds with a flying dropkick to Dan’s back that snaps his head forward and leaves him on his back once more. Flaire nods in approval and goes for the Texas Cloverleaf once more, but Dan sits up and punches AJ in the head until he backs off. Flaire shakes his head to clear it while Dan uses the ropes to pull himself up. Flaire turns and runs at Dan, but Black drops down and back drops Flaire so that he flies out over the top- but lands on the apron! Black turns and AJ cracks him with a forearm, but Dan fights back with his own that leaves AJ hanging onto the rope with one hand. Black steps out onto the apron with AJ, kicks him in the gut- and gives him the BLACK OUT STUNNER- off the apron to the floor! COLE MAH GAWD! CABOOSE That’s strike two! Flaire’s head is SMASHED into Dan’s shoulder, and he goes down like he’s been shot. Black is down to, holding his back. The impact of falling to the floor from the apron in the sitting position necessary for the stunner has sent a shock through his spine. Dan gets up after a moment, wincing, and moves over to AJ, rolling him back into the ring, where he immediately covers: ONE! TWO! THREE! Dan rolls off AJ, raising an arm! But the referee shakes his head to the timekeeper, telling him not to ring the bell- and points to AJ’s foot on the bottom rope! Black, still unaware, is slowly getting to his feet. The official points to the foot, shaking his head. Dan’s face is a mask of thunder, and he shoves the referee away to go after AJ once more. Dan picks Flaire up, grabs his left arm, and slams it down onto the top rope. Again, Dan abuses the arm on the cable. And a third time. With AJ still groggy from the super Black Out, Black drapes the arm onto the top rope and climbs to the top rope, before jumping off with an elbow directly to the exposed arm! Dan pushes the pained AJ to the mat and covers: ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! KICKOUT! Dan rolls AJ over and locks on the Heart of Ice! COACH That’s Dan’s submission finisher! The Heart of Ice crossface! With AJ’s injured arm, that’s got to be agony! CABOOSE Yeah, you forgot about the crossface, didn’t you? That’s another reason for Dan to go after the arm. Keep trying, junior. COLE As Mystery Eskimo, Dan Black got most of the people in the damn company to tap out to that crossface- can AJ survive it? Flaire is shouting in pain, eyes wild, face red. Dan hauls back on the hold, tearing at the neck and upper left arm of AJ. Flaire’s hand waivers…waivers…. CABOOSE He’s tapping! But Flaire isnt’t tapping- he’s put his hand down to pull himself across the mat closer to the ropes- closer- closer- COLE He made it! The ref counts Dan off the hold, and he breaks reluctantly. CABOOSE Flaire should have tapped as soon as he was in the hold! He would still have had another fall to make it up. COLE That’s not the way AJ thinks! He’s not a quitter, no matter the circumstances! Black waits impatiently for AJ to get to his feet, and then moves in. Flaire meets him with a headbutt however, that stuns Dan back. AJ chops at Dan with his right arm, before trying for a spinkick that Dan ducks. Black throws a lariat at AJ, but he too evades. Dan turns at AJ once more- and eats a superkick to the jaw that sends him to the canvas! Flaire immediately climbs to the top rope, waiting for Dan to rise. As he does so, his back to AJ, Flaire quickly leaps off, sending his diving boots straight into the back of Dan with a missile drop kick! Black is flung onto this face and clutches his back yet again. AJ picks himself up and wraps Dan around with a La Majistral cradle! ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF THRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! KICKOUT! COLE That was so close to the first fall! COACH We’re well into this match, both men have taken some serious punishment, and its still level! CABOOSE I have to admit, AJ’s giving a better show than I thought. But his arm’s gone, there’s no way he can survive this. COACH What about Dan’s back? CABOOSE It’s fine! Just a slight strain. Trust me. Both men pick themselves up, with AJ the more aggressive and on top with a forearm shot to Dan’s back. Flaire brings Dan into the middle of the ring, puts his head between his legs and SHOUTS! COACH Don’t shout! Everyone knows your finishers coming then! AJ grabs Dan around the waist and goes for the That’s Phenomenal- but his arm gives out! Dan drops back out of AJ’s grasp- and with Flaire distracted drags him straight into the Heart of Ice once more! This time however, Dan wrenches back AJ’s injured left arm, tucking it back behind Dan’s right shoulder before he applies the cross face! (Alex Shelley’s Border City Stretch) COACH OUCH! COLE A new variation of the Heart of Ice! CABOOSE Added pressure and pain to that arm- and its in the middle of the ring! Do the smart thing kid! Save the arm! Dan pulls back, screaming at AJ to tap like the bitch he is! Flaire’s free arm is shaking…he reaches desperately for the ropes….but Dan has him locked in place on the mat…AJ’s arm waivers…. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP DING DING DING BUFFER The winner of the first fall by submission- Dan BLACK! Dan keeps the hold locked in for the full four seconds he’s allowed before dropping AJ’s seemingly lifeless body to the mat. Black backs away as we start the thirty second rest period between falls. The crowd BOOOOS Black forcefully as the former IZ GM grins, running his hand through his dark hair and making the tap out gesture on the top turnbuckle. COACH This is going to be hard as hell for AJ to come back now. Dan only needs one more fall. CABOOSE And that arm is hanging by a thread. The kid did well, but he’s no match for Black. Dan’s just too good. The thirty seconds are up. DING DING DING The bell rings, and the second fall is underway. AJ has only made it back to a crouch, and Dan is on him, looking to lock in the Heart of Ice once more- and he cinches it in! The crowd BOOOS before chanting- PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! AJ is screaming in pain once more! There’s a look of triumph in Dan’s eyes as he tears at the arm- but during the 30 second break, AJ has rolled closer to the ropes, and he’s a lot nearer than previously. With a last, desperate effort, Flaire lunges forward- and his fingers just curl around the bottom rope. The official counts Dan off, and he rises, SPITTING onto the back of AJ before rolling him over away from the ropes and covering: ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT! Dan throws back his head in anger, and exhales deeply- and goes back for the Heart of Ice! But AJ scrambles out frantically, and gets to his feet, meeting Dan with a kick to the gut and a DDT that spikes Black’s head hard onto the mat! Both men are down, as the crowd gets behind AJ, stomping their feet. Flaire responds, rolling over to drape an arm on Dan: ONE! TWO! TWO AND HALF! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! SHOULDER UP! COACH Both these guys are running low on energy now. Anything could score a fall. A clothesline, a dropkick- CABOOSE Anything except that crappy leglock you were using on Tajiri. COACH Hey! Flaire is back up slowly, and moves to the opposite corner of the ring, waiting for Dan to rise. Black is on both knees- then one knee- and AJ charges in, stepping up on Dan’s knee and hitting a SHINING WIZARD! KNEE TO THE SKULL! AJ covers! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! AJ rolls away in disbelief, as Dan clutches his head on the mat. Flaire gets to his feet, his left arm hanging lifelessly at his side, and climbs to the top rope. Dan staggers to his feet and falls onto the top rope, unbalancing AJ and causing him to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! With a burst of –ahem- Adrenaline, Dan runs up the ropes, grabs AJ around the midsection- and gives him a release northern lites suplex off the top rope! AJ lands hard on his back, but Dan lands on his back too and recoils in pain! COACH I’m not sure who that hurt more! A spectacular move from Dan, but he doesn’t want to be falling from that height onto that hurt back! CABOOSE He’ll walk it off! Don’t worry! Black takes a few moments to get to his feet, and this allows AJ a chance to start to rise too. Dan is up and ready for him however, and we get KICK WHAM BLACKOUT- NO! AJ pushes Dan off! AJ gets KICK WHAM THAT’S PHENOMENAL- NO! The arm gives again! Dan goes for the Heart of Ice! AJ goes down to one knee only and blocks it! Dan hammers his arm but he can’t force AJ down into the hold! Black pulls AJ up- kick to the gut- underhooked arms- PITCH BLACK- NO! Dan’s back gives out as he pulls AJ up! Flaire with roll up on Black! ONE! TWO! TWO AND HALF! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DING DING DING POP from the crowd! BUFFER The winner of the fall- A-J- FLAIRE! COACH He did it! He pulled it level! That’s ph- CABOOSE Don’t say it. That was LUCKY. Damn lucky. He slipped out of Dan’s grasp because he SWEATS so much, and then pinned Dan with a handful of tights! COLE There was no handful of tights! That was clean! Dan slams the mat with both hands in utter frustration! AJ leans against the ropes, breathing heavily. The referee tries to keep the men apart during the thirty second rest period, but Dan walks over to AJ…. COACH He just got something from his tights! COLE It’s knucks! STEEL KNUCKS! AJ rises to meet Dan and gets NAILED with the knucks! AJ crumples forwards, as the referee shouts angrily at Dan! COLE That’s got to be a disqualification! CABOOSE Nah- we’re between falls! This isn’t part of the match! COACH That sneaky son of a bitch! Dan allows the official to take the knucks, the damage done, and then points to his wrist. CABOOSE He’s right! Thirty second rest period is up! COLE Some rest AJ got! The referee reluctantly calls for the bell. DING DING DING Third and final fall. Dan covers AJ. ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! KICKOUT! COLE MAH GAWD! Caboose slaps Cole. COLE It was worth it. COACH AJ want the X title to stay alive! He wants to prove to Dan Black that he can’t walk all over HeldDown! He’s going to do it, Caboose, I can feel it! CABOOSE You want one too? COACH No sir. Dan grabs the official by the shirt and screams at him. The referee shakes his head and holds up two fingers to signify the count, and Dan drops him with an angry growl. Dan turns back to AJ and stomps a mudhole in him, furiously driving his boot into Flaire’s chest and arm. Black brings AJ up and tries a whip into the corner, but AJ somehow reverses it! Dan bounces into the turnbuckles and Flaire groggily runs in at him. But Dan is more than ready and, throwing his arm across AJ’s chest, comes out of the corner and hits him with a stiff STO! Flaire is slammed hard to the mat, and Dan pushes up his legs for the cover- and puts his feet on the ropes! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEE! NO! The referee sees the feet on the rope and calls off the count, knocking Dan’s boots down! Unbalanced, Black falls back and Flaire rolls him up! ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! KICK OUT! CABOOSE MAH GAWD! COLE What- you- you?! CABOOSE Hey, this is exciting! Dan rolls to his feet, wasting no time, gesturing for AJ to get up. Flaire does so, still moving slowly from the effects of the knuck and STO, and he wanders straight into Dan’s clutches! Black kicks him in the gut and goes for a piledriver- but AJ fights back and backdrops Dan high into the air where he lands again on the hurt back! Flaire drops to his knees with the effort of escape, and Dan gets to his feet, but the pain in his back drops his down to one knee again. AJ sees this out of the corner of his eye and with an effort turns and runs at Dan for another Shining Wizard- but Dan gets up and meets AJ with a YAKUZA KICK! Flaire’s head is snapped back hard and Dan just drops onto him to cover! ONE! TWO! CABOOSE It’s over! TWO AND HALF! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! NO! KICKOUT! The crowd sucks in air in relief! Dan rolls off AJ, shaking his head and looking like he’s about to cry. COACH He can’t put this kid away! Dan has the advantage in experience, weight, strength- he just can’t finish him! COLE AJ truly IS phenomenal, and Dan can’t take it! Black gets to his feet, even walking looking painful from his back. He moves over to AJ and, like a savage dog, goes for the Heart of Ice once more- but Flaire, groggy as he is, sees it coming and rolls out of his clutches before he can sink it in. COLE Dan’s gone for that too many times, AJ is now able to have it scouted! CABOOSE It’s just luck! All it takes is another 5 seconds in that hold and it’ll be over! AJ is up and hits Dan with a chop. Dan chops back. AJ fires a forearm. Dan responds, and the two champions are suddenly exchanging stiff, bnutal forearms in the middle of the ring, to the approval of the crowd! The fans roar AJ on as he gets the upper hand and whips Dan to the ropes. AJ drops for a backdrop, to further hurt Dan’s back, but Black stops himself and kicks AJ in the chest. Dan bounces off the ropes at AJ but Flaire meets him with KICK WHAM – CABOOSE Why’s he trying that? His arm’s too weak! -THAT’S PHENOMENAL! COLE He HIT IT! OH MY GOD HE HIT IT! COVER! ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! KICK! OUT! CABOOSE AJ didn’t have full control! He didn’t get full impact! We cut to a replay of the cradle piledriver… COLE You’re right! His arm just gave out as he was dropping Dan, and he couldn’t power his head into the mat as he normally would! AJ leaves Dan lying face first on the mat, and climbs out of the ring to the apron. Slowly, his left arm immobile, Flaire reaches the top rope. Dan lies underneath him. AJ looks all around the packed arena, and take a huge breath. Flaire jumps off forward….into space….spiralling over and over with a 450 twisting slash that brings his body DETONATING onto the back of his opponent! The crowd ERUPTS! COACH EXTRA SPECIAL! EXTRA SPECIAL CONNECTS! DID YOU FEEL THAT IMPACT! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! AJ clutches his midsection with his right arm, and rolls Dan over clumsily with it. AJ hooks up a leg as the entire crowd counts along: ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DING DING DING COACH He did it! HUGE POP! Cue: “Man in the Box” BUFFER The winner of the third fall and of the match….the X Division Champion………A! J! FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIRE! COLE He did it Caboose! That 450 to the back of Dan was enough! COACH The Adrenaline Title is no more! AJ just picked up a HUGE win! He’s beaten an OAOAST veteran by 2 falls to one, and this kid is going to be a champion for a hell of a long time, I guarantee it! CABOOSE Dan’s back was just too injured. That sneaky AJ went after it like a wild dog, he’s got no class. COACH What about Dan with the arm? CABOOSE THAT was legitimate wrestling. In the ring, the referee raises the hand of the exhausted AJ as he staggers to his feet. Dan is motionless on the mat still, as Jivin’ Jim Ross runs out with a crowd of EMTs, who load Dan Black onto a body board and take him away carefully. COACH That looks like a serious injury for Dan. And he used every trick, every move in his game to beat AJ, and it couldn’t be done. Flaire leaves the ring to rabid applause from the fans, who start up a chant: A-J -FLAIRE! A-J-FLAIRE! CABOOSE This makes me sick. COACH For once, Dan Black got what he deserved! We’ll see him try and explain this on HeldDown! CABOOSE Stop gloating! Cut! CUT TO: TV AD: The Godfather of the OAOAST, Anglesault, stands dead-center in a wrestling ring. ANGLESAULT Hey, you ugly fanboys, Anglesault here to offer you the deal of a lifetime. No, it's not a night alone with a woman. It is, however, the only time you'll experience an orgasm without using your hands -- or for those you do yoga, without the use of your mouths. I'm talkin' 'bout the 2-disc Special Edition AngleMania 3 DVD. AS holds up the DVD, black background with AM logo in the middle -- Zack & Calvin on the top with the OAOAST Title behind them; AS & T-Bod on the bottom. There are slogans on the top and bottom of cover. TOP: "Two Men, One Belt" BOTTOM: "The Cage: Screams of No Reply" The OAOAST has gone ball-busters to put out the best damn DVD possible. So good, it has my personal stamp of approval. Included in this Speical Edition: Commentary by the man who beat me -- which is no easy task -- for the OAOAST Championship at AngleMania II, Zack Malibu and the man he defeated at AM 3 Calvin whatever the hell his last name is. (Hey, try spelling that.) INTERCUT: Clip from AM 3... Calvin wanders at ringside, clearing his head, but gets spun around and meets Zack's right hand! CALVIN (Voice Over) There's Zack, cheating as usual. ZACK (Voice Over) How was I cheatin'? CALVIN (V.O.) You used a closed-fist, you moron! ANGLESAULT (CONT'D) Also included: MTV's "Diary," "Cribs" & "I Wanna Have a Famous Face" -- Zack Malibu episodes "Who'd He Piss Off?" interactive game Only seen in the U.K., now available for the first-time in North America -- OAOAST Confidential, hosted by Caboose And a 10 minute sit-down interview with yours truly. After which, you can relive the historic "Stairway to Heaven" match involving me & TheSoleSurvivor from AngleSlam 2002 & the brutal AngleMania 3 Cage match where I "saulté" T-Bod. All of this can be yours for $29.95! That's right, all that for only $29.95. Canned booing. AS looks around. ANGLESAULT Okay, okay. Since the economy can't decided whether or not it wants to boom or stay in decline, I'll knock $5 off and include a limited edition AM 3 poster signed by me, T-Bod, Calvin & Zack. Booing continues. ANGLESAULT (angry) That isn't good enough for you? Jesus Christ, who are you? Boston Red Sox fans? For that, I'm jacking the price back up to $29.95. Do what John Henry couldn't -- spend the dough to get the very best. If you don't, I'll own your ass like General George S. Steinbrenner did to that money-pincher. Buy the DVD, bitches. ANGLEMANIA III SPECIAL EDITION DVD $29.95 To order call: 1-555-116-469 Or those cheap bastards without a credit/debit card, mail payment payable to OAOAST Entertainment: AM 3 SE DVD One OAOAST Center New York, New York We don't need a zip code because every mail carrier knows who the fuck we are. CUT TO: Backstage AJ Flaire is returning to his locker room when he finds Rick and J. Arthur Edwards waiting for him. AJ Listen, I just had a long match and I don’t have time for you two. RICK Don’t worry, I’m just here to congratulate you on a job well done. You managed to survive tonight, but that was just a warm up. AJ Listen, Blurricane… RICK Whoa! What did you just call me?? AJ I called you Blurricane…get over it. RICK Get over it? (Turning to J. Arthur) Get over it he says. *SMACK* Rick nails AJ with a punch and AJ after being stunned slams Rick into the wall. The two start punching away at each other, but the officials quickly break them up. RICK I’ll get over it once that belt is around my waist!! J. ARTHUR Come on Rick let’s go! Rick and J.A. leave as officials keep AJ from running after him. (Go the arena)

Colombian Heat turns around and argues with Abe Vigoda. Abe shows the piece of paper that is the contract for the P.R./Mad Cappa Puerto Rican Championship match. Vigoda shows Heat the part of the contract where it saids that Heat would be the Special Guest Referee and that the match would be No Holds Barred and that if Heat got hit by Cappa, he would be disqualified and the belt would return to P.R. Vigoda gets a microphone and begins to speak. ABE VIGODA: Now, I know that I’m getting older, and I’m forgetting things, but I KNOW that I would remember something involving the OaOasT, and, I can’t remember signing the contract that said you would be the special guest referee. Or that Cappa could lose the Puerto Rican Championship if he hit you. COLOMBIAN HEAT: Well, you are old— VIGODA: And also, THIS isn’t even my signature! Points to an “Abe Vickgoda” on the contract.* And that isn’t how you spell my last name! ABE VICKGODA? That’s not my last name! There is no C or K in Vigoda. COLOMBIAN HEAT: What makes you so sure? VIGODA: Sonny, I’ve been signing my signature for more than 50 years. I think I would know how to spell my own name by now. I’m old, not stupid. COLOMBIAN HEAT: But--- D.O.A. VIGODA: So, the only explanation I can figure out, thanks to all my years of watching Matlock, is that you forged my signature onto the contract, after adding those damn stipulations. Then you went to the OaOasT Board of Directors, and, thinking that I Okayed it, made you the referee for the match, and Okayed the stipulations. HEAT: AAAHHHH! YOU CAUGHT ME! COLE: Heat lied to us all! VIGODA: So, this match WILL still go on, but YOU are no longer the referee! I have this young man as the referee here, Mark. REFEREE: Mike. VIGODA: Whatever. And he will go to the ring and count the 1-2-3. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my office and make sure this match ends the right way. Abe Vigoda goes to leave, but Colombian Heat pulls him back by his right arm and grabs the microphone. COLOMBIAN HEAT: You can’t do that, yo! I’M the referee. I’M the kid wearing the black and white shirt! I’M the man who has ref this match, so Youze better step off, G! Don’t make me bust a cap in your ass, cuz, I don’t care how old you are, you mess with P.R., you mess with me! VIGODA: Kid, I have no idea what the hell you just said. But you better let go, or else you will regret it. HEAT: And what are you gonna do, son? Huh? You gonna hit me? Huh? That’s what you gonna do? You gonna punch me in the face? HA! HA! HA! Yeah right. Go ahead and try. Come on. I dare ya. Come on old man. Hit me. Give me your best shot! HA! HA! Come on! I dare ya. Come on old man. Hit me. Hit me. Come on! I dare ya! Come on you old geezer. You old man. Come on. Go for it! HA! HA! ABE VIGODA: Okay. You asked for it. Colombian Heat points to his face, daring for Abe Vigoda to punch him in the face. Abe turns around, and winds up…and punches Colombian Heat straight in the nose, knocking him to the floor in one punch to a loud face pop. VIGODA: Heh. Still got it! Colombian Heat lies dizzy, in a daze on the floor. The crowd explodes with cheers. Tha Puerto Rican stands shocked in the ring. He screams out “NOOO!” Abe Vigoda leaves, while the referee enters the ring. P.R. is still shocked. COLE: ABE VIGODA HAS JUST HIT COLOMBIAN HEAT!!! AN 86-YEAR-OLD MAN HAS JUST HIT A 21-YEAR-OLD MAN RIGHT IN THE NOSE AND KNOCKED HIM OUT WITH ONE SHOT!!! CABOOSE: OH. THA PUERTO RICAN WILL NEVER LET COLOMBIAN HEAT LIVE THAT DOWN. COACH: ABE VIGODA HAS JUST GOTTEN THE BEST OF COLOMBIAN HEAT! AND NOW THIS MATCH HAS A FAIR AND UNBIASED REFEREE!!! CABOOSE: OH NO! OH NO! HEAT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE? UGH. NO! NO! COLE: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! Tha Puerto Rican grabs his Puerto Rican Championship belt that is still in the ring. Cappa is up, so P.R. gets ready to hit him with the belt. P.R. jaws with the referee in the ring as he waits for Cappa to get up. Once Cappa gets up, P.R. goes to hit Cappa with the belt, however, Cappa ducks, and kicks Tha Puerto Rican in the stomach, does the “You Can’t See Me” hand gesture to a face pop, and gives him the BUST A CAP to a loud pop. COLE: BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! CABOOSE: BUT P.R. IS STILL UP!!! Tha Puerto Rican bounces up from the BUST A CAP in a daze. He stumbles around the ring, dizzy. The crowd cheers as The Mad Cappa grabs Tha Puerto Rican’s Puerto Rican Championship belt, and wallops him with it in the face. The crowd cheers loudly. Cappa throws the belt aside, and covers Tha Puerto Rican. COLE: AND THAT’S THE EXCLAMATION POINT!!! CABOOSE: NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!! COACH: P.R. JUST GOT HIT WITH HIS PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!!! AND NOW CAPPA IS COVERING HIM!!! CABOOSE: OH NO!!! The referee counts. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2 2/3 2 ¾ 2.9999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (18:53) CABOOSE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! COLE: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! COACH: CAPPA DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MICHAEL BUFFER: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Champion, THE MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! ::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing. The referee raises the hands of The Mad Cappa to loud cheers. The crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The Mad Cappa smiles a wide smile as Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat. Colombian Heat is still lying in the entranceway. The referee gives The Mad Cappa P.R.’s Puerto Rican Championship belt. Cappa smiles, but then tells the ref he wants the new Puerto Rican Championship belt. The ref obliges and hands over the new title belt to Cappa. P.R. struggles to get up as The Mad Cappa now has both the old and new versions of the Puerto Rican Championship belt. Cappa dances with both belts in his hands with the crowd still cheering.:: COLE: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! ABE VIGODA KNOCKED OUT COLOMBIAN HEAT WITH ONE SHOT!!! ALL IT TOOK WAS ONE PUNCH TO THE NOSE AND COLOMBIAN HEAT’S LIGHTS WERE OUT!!! CABOOSE: Oh man. This is embarrassing. This is embarrassing for The Lightning Crew. For Colombian Heat. For Tha Puerto Rican. Colombian Heat. 21 years old. He can legally drink now. Was. Just. Punched in the face. By an 86-year-old man. AN 86-YEAR-OLD MAN! The man is a senior citizen! The man is old! He just knocked out the 21-year-old! Oh man. Heat is going to be pissed. P.R. is going to be pissed. Oh, is he going to be pissed! He is damn going to be pissed! ::Colombian Heat now gets up. He lifts his head up and sees Cappa in the ring celebrating, and starts to cry. P.R. crawls, and uses the ring ropes to get on his knees. He sneers at Cappa, but Cappa is still celebrating with both belts. He places the belts in front of him, and dances to loud cheers.:: COLE: THE MAD CAPPA IS IN POSESSION OF BOTH HIS AND P.R.’S PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS!!! CAPPA HAD A NEW ONE MADE FOR HIM, BUT HE STILL IS USING P.R.’S BELT!!! CABOOSE: HE SHOULD GIVE P.R.’S TITLE BELT BACK TO HIM, SINCE HE HAS HIS OWN DAMN BELT CREATED FOR HIM! HE DOESN’T NEED TWO BELTS! COACHMAN: HE WOULDN’T GIVE P.R. EVEN THE SLIGHEST MOMENT OF HAPPINESS! HE’LL KEEP BOTH BELTS, HE IS STILL THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION AFTERALL!!! CABOOSE: WHAT KIND OF SELFISH MAN IS THE MAD CAPPA! KEEPING TWO TITLES!!! DON’T BE GREEDY! GIVE THE MAN HIS BELT BACK!!! HE IS THE ORIGINAL OWNER ANYWAY!!! COLE: CAPPA CAME THROUGH ONCE AGAIN! MANY SAID IT COULDN’T BE DONE! BUT IT WAS!!! AND THE MAD CAPPA HAS OVERCOME BOTH THA PUERTO RICAN AND COLOMBIAN HEAT TO RETAIN THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!! COACH: COLOMBIAN HEAT HIT THA PUERTO RICAN WITH THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!! HOW WILL P.R. FEEL ABOUT THAT? HE ALSO MESSED UP ON THE CONTRACT REVEALING IT TO BE A FAKE!!! HOW WILL P.R. FEEL ABOUT THAT?!!! CABOOSE: ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT THERE WILL BE SOME AMINOUSITY BETWEEN P.R. AND HEAT? BECAUSE THERE WON’T BE! P.R. AND HEAT WILL SETTLE IT AND GO ON WITH THEIR LIVES. THERE IS NO TROUBLE! THE LIGHTNING CREW IS FINE! THEY WILL NEVER SPLIT UP! THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN TONIGHT! THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN ANY NIGHT! THEY’VE HAD PROBLEMS BEFORE, AND THEY’RE FINE!!! TRUST ME! I GUARANTEE IT! THEY ARE STILL FRIENDS! THEY ARE STILL BEST FRIENDS! COLE: I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THAT! I THINK P.R. IS PRETTY PISSED THAT COLOMBIAN HEAT HAS ONCE AGAIN COST HIM THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP! COACHMAN: FIRST AT ANGLEMANIA III WITH THE CHAIRSHOT, AND NOW, WITH THE BELTSHOT, AND THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO C OR A K IN ABE VIGODA! CABOOSE: CURSE THAT SPELLING! ::The Mad Cappa raises both his and P.R.’s Puerto Rican Championship belts to loud cheers. He smiles and dances in the ring. P.R. sneers at Colombian Heat, who is still in the entranceway, on one knee.:: COLE: WE ALL THOUGHT THAT THE MAD CAPPA WOULD NOT BE 100% PHYSICALLY OR MENTALLY FOLLOWING WHAT HAPPENED LAST THURSDAY ON HELDDOWN~! WHEN THA PUERTO RICAN STOLE THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! BUT INSTEAD, THE MAD CAPPA CAME BACK WITH A BRAND NEW PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT, A BETTER ONE, AND NOW OWNS BOTH BELTS! HE HAS DEFEATED THA PUERTO RICAN ONCE AGAIN IN THEIR FINAL MEETING! THESE TWO HAVE HAD A LOT OF GREAT MOMENTS TOGETHER AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME THESE TWO WILL MEET IN THE SQUARE CIRCLE ONE ON ONE! WHAT A RIDE IT HAS BEEN! WHAT A FEUD THESE TWO HAVE HAD! THEY’VE GAVE US GREAT MEMORIES AND NOW, ONE MORE TIME, THE MAD CAPPA COMES OUT VICTORIOUS AND IS NOW IN POSESSION OF THE BELT P.R. HOLDS DEARLY! WAY TO GO CAPPA! CABOOSE: THIS SUCKS! ::”Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” continues playing. The Mad Cappa gets on the turnbuckles and poses with both OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belts. The crowd cheers loudly. Colombian Heat is now up and watching the celebration take place. He groans and walks towards the ring. P.R. sneers at Heat.:: COLE: THE MAD CAPPA HAS RETAINED THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP! ONE MORE TIME HE HAS DEFEATED THA PUERTO RICAN! ONCE AGAIN, FOR THE LAST TIME! CABOOSE: AWWWW! ::The Mad Cappa dances and smiles. He gives a thumbs up and does a shimmy. He smiles and exits the ring with both Puerto Rican Championship belts.:: COLE: WHAT A FEUD THESE TWO HAVE HAD! THE FEUD IS OVER! THE MAD CAPPA HAS WON! GOOD WINS OVER EVIL! ::The Mad Cappa walks down the entranceway passing Colombian Heat. The crowd is still cheering and chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Heat curses out Cappa, muttering “Son-Of-A-Bitch.” Cappa smiles, and raises both Puerto Rican Championships in front of Heat to rub it in. Heat groans and sneers. Cappa dances and walks towards the entrance. Heat continues walking to the ring. Tha Puerto Rican is still in the ring, standing up, depressed.:: COLE: Colombian Heat has cost P.R. a lost to Mad Cappa. He was the last wrestler Cappa defeated in The Lightning Crew Gauntlet. He hit P.R. in the head with a chair at OaOasT AngleMania III. And tonight, he hit P.R. with the Puerto Rican Championship belt, and was revealed to be a phony referee thanks to OaOasT Director of Authority Abe Vigoda, and then was knocked out by Vigoda with one punch. I say Heat has caused P.R. a lot of problems. ::The Mad Cappa stands next to the entrance and raises the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belts one more time. The crowd cheers loudly and chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Cappa smiles and leaves through the entrance. Heat enters the ring with Tha Puerto Rican putting his face on a turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool stops playing and Mad Cappa has left.:: COLE: The Mad Cappa is still the Puerto Rican Champion. Tha Puerto Rican is pissed off. And I think Colombian Heat is in trouble with The Lightning Crew. CABOOSE: Stop it. ::The crowd is silent. Colombian Heat has a worried look on his face. He bites his fingernails and slowly walks towards P.R. Tha Puerto Rican still buries his head on the turnbuckle. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Heat is hesitant, but moves closer towards P.R.:: COLE: Heat looks sorry for hitting P.R. with the belt. COACH: Heat should be sorry for misspelling Abe Vigoda’s name. ::Colombian Heat touches P.R., but P.R. shoves him away.:: COLOMBIAN HEAT: I’m sorry. I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you in the face. It was an accident. It was all an accident, I swear. I swear to God. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I apologized for everything. For The Lightning Crew Gauntlet, for AngleMania III, for tonight. We still friends? ::Colombian Heat puts his right hand out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation on whether or not P.R. will shake it. P.R. looks at Heat’s hand. He sneers at Heat.:: COLE: What will P.R. do? Is he going to shake Heat’s hand? Will he do that? :.R. looks at Heat’s hand. He turns around and gives Heat an angry look.:: THA PUERTO RICAN: YOU IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!!!! ABE VICKGODA?!!! THERE IS NO C OR A K IN VIGODA?!!! ABE VICKGODA?!!! ABE VICKGODA?!!! YOU RUINED IT FOR ME!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! YOU MORON!!! YOU IDIOT!!! ::Colombian Heat tries to pull P.R.’s arm, but P.R. shoves him onto the mat. The crowd boos that move and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. yells out “YOU MAKE ME SICK!” and leaves the ring. The crowd boos P.R. as P.R. storms out of the ring. Colombian Heat lies in the ring dumbfounded. He saids “What the?” and then gets up.:: COLE: Looks like there is friction between Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa. COACH: P.R. can no longer handle all of Heat’s mess-ups. He must be pretty angry right now. CABOOSE: OH NO. OH GOD NO. Please don’t tell me this is true. DAMNIT! No, you guys are a great team. Don’t stop being friends! Come on! You have lots of fans that want you to stay friends! COLE: How many fans? CABOOSE: Who cares about statistics, Cole? The point is that this better not lead to what I think it is leading to. ::Tha Puerto Rican storms through the entrance with Colombian Heat following, saying that he is sorry the entire time. He goes to look for Tha Puerto Rican, and exits through the curtain. The crowd is booing what P.R. did and chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” The crowd cools down, still shocked over what Tha Puerto Rican did.:: COLE: There appears to be problems in The Lightning Crew camp. CABOOSE: Must…not…worry. COACH: P.R. left the ring pretty pissed off at Colombian Heat. Is this the end for Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat? Or will they patch everything up just in time for HeldDOWN~! This Thursday? COLE: I guess we will find out this Thursday on HeldDOWN~! On the aftermath of this great matchup and the end of the great Mad Cappa/Puerto Rican feud. What’s next for The Mad Cappa having vanquished his archrival? The man he has feuded with for over a year? What’s next for him and his new Puerto Rican Championship belt? And what about Tha Puerto Rican? He has fought Cappa for the last time in a one-on-one match. What’s next for him? Where does he go now? And what about Colombian Heat? Are he and Tha Puerto Rican still friends? So many questions are going to be answered this week, so be sure to check out HeldDOWN~! This Thursday night at 8 p.m. Eastern Standard Time for all the answers and the aftermath of this match, and all the matches that have happened at The Year of Living Anglelously including the match that is coming up next. ::FADE OUT:: (Go to OAOAST Diva's in Vegas II ad)

::The OaOasT and HeldDOWN~! Logos flash by on the screen. The match-up graphic for The Mad Cappa/Puerto Rican Match-Up appears onscreen causing the crowd to cheer loudly. “Click, Click, Boom” by Saliva plays in the background as the crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”:: COLE: Fans, coming up next, is a match filled with emotion. The Mad Cappa is looking to not only retain his Puerto Rican Championship from Tha Puerto Rican, but also to also get the Puerto Rican Championship belt back. Tha Puerto Rican is in possession of Cappa’s title, and Cappa has to go through not only Tha Puerto Rican, but also the special guest referee Colombian Heat, in order to get it back. One More Time. This is it. One More Time P.R. and Cappa will lock it up. And it will once again be for the Puerto Rican Championship. The belt that these two men have been fighting for more than a year. CABOOSE: This is going to be a slaughter! The Mad Cappa is in no way 100% physically or mentally after what he has been put through these last 2 weeks. P.R., meanwhile, is 100% physically and mentally. He is the puppetmaster. He has The Mad Cappa right where he wants him, and he is now going to go for the kill. I can guarantee that P.R. is coming out of Living Anglelously as the NEW Puerto Rican Champion. P.R. better get the champagne ready, because he will be celebrating tonight along with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Colombian Heat! COACH: This is probably the most anticipated rematch in OaOasT history. These two men put on a classic mat encounter at AngleMania III on March 28, 2004. In front of 74,000 fans in the Pontiac Silverdome, The Mad Cappa defeated Tha Puerto Rican winning the Puerto Rican Championship for the first time and keeping his career in tact. The entire IntenseZone lockerroom came out to celebrate with Cappa in a very emotional scene. Even Zack Malibu came out to help Cappa defeat Tha Puerto Rican. Now, these two will collide One More Time. COLE: The AngleMania match was one of the greatest matches in AngleMania and OaOasT history. This is the sequel. Many people say that sequels rarely live up to the originals, but something tells me that this rematch will be on par with the AngleMania match. This match is personal. The Mad Cappa and Tha Puerto Rican hate each other so much. They’ve put each other through hell in their feud, and this is the end of the road for these two. CABOOSE: I just can’t wait. It’s in the air. Title changes will happen tonight! Not only will Sly Sommers win the OaOasT World Heavyweight Championship, not only will Dan Black win the X Division Title, but Tha Puerto Rican will win the Puerto Rican Championship! I can feel it, Cole, with Heat as the special referee. P.R./Cappa Part IV: One More Time. I can’t wait! COLE: And let’s not forget the rules made by Vitamin X earlier tonight. The match is now a No Holds Barred Match-Up. And if The Mad Cappa hits Colombian Heat in any part of his body, or even looks at him funny, Cappa will be disqualified and the Puerto Rican Championship will be awarded to Tha Puerto Rican. It’s The Mad Cappa/Tha Puerto Rican Part IV: One More Time. It’s coming up right now. Let’s go down to Michael Buffer for the introductions. *DING DING DING* ::The camera cuts to Michael Buffer standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in his right hand. Reading from cue cards, he begins to speak.:: MICHAEL BUFFER: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Championship match. ::The crowd pops loudly.:: BUFFER: Once again, it is the two men who have combated for the Puerto Rican Title for more than a year. But, this will be the last time that these two men have a match against each other. This is the Final Encounter. One More Time. These two will battle it out. This match is a No Holds Barred Match and if The Mad Cappa hits the referee in any part of his body, or even looks at him funny, then he will be disqualified and the title shall be awarded to Tha Puerto Rican. ::The crowd boos that announcement.:: COLE: The rule made by Vitamin X. BUFFER: Last month at AngleMania III, these two men put on a masterpiece that will be talked about for years to come. Since then, their hatred has escalated to what you see now. Now, these two will have duke it out for what only one can have. This feud is personal, and it will end tonight. One-On-One. P.R./Mad Cappa Part IV: One More Time. ARE YOU READY? CROWD: YEAH!!!! BUFFER: ARE YOU REEEEEEEAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY????!!!! CROWD: YEAH!!!!!! BUFFER: Then for the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the globe, ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEET’S GET READY TO RUMMBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ::The crowd cheers loudly. They cheer and chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!”:: COLE: HERE WE GO! P.R./CAPPA IV! ::A lightning bolt hits the entrance. The crowd does a FACE POP~! But then starts booing as smoke and fog fill up the entrance. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds begins playing over the P.A. System as the AngleTron shows The Lightning Crew entrance video. The lights become dimmed and red and orange lights flicker on and off in the entrance as The Lightning Crew logo appears on the ramp. Finally, Colombian Heat appears through the smoke and fog and flickering lights to loud boos. Heat throws up some gang signs and grabs his testicles, bobbing his head to the beat of his entrance song. Heat flips the crowd off, and shows off his referee attire. Colombian Heat is wearing a black and white stripe doo-rag. Black and white stripe sunglasses, a black and white chain, a clock around his neck painted in black and white stripes, a referee shirt, black and white stripe wristbands, baggy black jeans, and black sneakers. Heat dances to the ring, stopping to jaw with some fans and throw gang signs, as “No Chance In Hell” continues to play.:: COLE (sarcastic): That’s nice. He got a custom made clock for this match. CABOOSE: He’s the gangsta referee, g! COACH: I SO want that black and white clock! BUFFER: The following contest is a No Holds Barred Match scheduled for one fall and is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Championship. Introducing first, is the Special Guest Referee. From Bogotá, Colombia, weighing in at 173 lbs. Standing 5”8’, he is known for his speed and athleticism. A high-flyer from South America, he joined The Lightning Crew 7 months ago, and since then, he has served as the second-in-command of The Lightning Crew, and is Tha Puerto Rican’s best friend. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the special guest referee…COLOMBIAN HEEEAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! ::The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” as Colombian Heat continues dancing, grabbing his testicles, and flipping the crowd. Heat trash talks as he enters the ring and dances as “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds continues playing.:: COLE: No Holds Barred. Colombian Heat is probably the most important person in this contest. Will he do the right thing? Will he call this match down the middle? Or will he let his Lightning Crew allegiance sway him into being biased towards Tha Puerto Rican. CABOOSE: How dare you question Heat’s tenacity? Heat said earlier, he SWORE TO GOD that if The Mad Cappa pins Tha Puerto Rican, he would count the 1-2-3. COACH: You have to take anything The Lightning Crew say with a grain of salt. They HAVE lied in the past. They lied 2 weeks ago on HeldDOWN~! When Tha Puerto Rican threw a *replica* Puerto Rican Championship belt was thrown into a river. They’ve lied, cheated, and steal before. So, you should be skeptical on whether or not Heat will follow with his word. CABOOSE: I’m skeptical with many things, but with The Lightning Crew I’m not. ::Colombian Heat raises his hands and the crowd boos. Heat grabs his testicles and bounces off the ropes. Colombian Heat gets on the turnbuckles and poses and gets more boos. Heat stands in the ring with a sly smile on his face and sneers at the crowd. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds stops playing.:: COLE: Colombian Heat is the most important person in this match. All eyes will be on him, to see if he makes the right decision. Will he count the 1-2-3? ::A deep, slow voiced man saids "LIGHTNING CREW". The AngleTron lights up with an image of Tha Puerto Rican on it. The crowd boos the moment his face is shown. The image of a smiling P.R. changes to another image of P.R. raising the Puerto Rican Championship belt after a match. The crowd continues booing waiting for Tha Puerto Rican to show up. As the AngleTron shows image after image of P.R., music is being played in the background. The music is slow and mellow sounding like the opening to a classical song. A man whispers the words "Chance" throughout the opening. On the AngleTron, the image changes to an image of Tha Puerto Rican choked up. Follow by P.R. being very very angry. Follow by Tha Puerto Rican crying. Finally, the last image is of Tha Puerto Rican smiling in a psychotic matter. The music swells, the crescendo hits, the AngleTron switches to a waving Puerto Rico flag with, in big white blocky letters, LIGHTNING CREW appearing in front of it. A lightning bolt hits the entrance. Fog fills up the entrance as "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Boyds begins playing. The Lightning Crew entrance video plays on the AngleTron as the crowd boos waiting for P.R. to arrive.:: COLE: And here comes the challenger. The leader of The Lightning Crew. CABOOSE: Here is the ying and yang to The Lightning Crew. The heart and soul. The…uh...some other team. ::The camera cuts to Colombian Heat applauding in the ring. He yells out “That’s my boy! That’s my boy!” The crowd chants "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" until finally, Tha Puerto Rican steps through the fog and smoke and the flickering lights, and smiles evilly. The crowd boos P.R. loudly, although some are actually cheering. The crowd is chanting "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" but P.R. does not listen. The crowd explodes with boos. Tha Puerto Rican shows the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt to the crowd. He laughs and then walks to the ring while Colombian Heat applauds P.R..:: COLE: There is Tha Puerto Rican with THE MAD CAPPA’S Puerto Rican Title belt! BUFFER: Coming to the ring at this time, he is the challenger. From San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the former Puerto Rican Champion, and tonight, he looks to be Champion once again. Last month at AngleMania III, after being Champion for a record 8 months, he lost the title to his mortal enemy, the man he is facing tonight. With an unheard amount of talent, he is the most powerful Puerto Rican athlete in the world today. A mix of speed, technical wrestling, intelligence, and charisma, he is one of a kind. He is fighting his archrival one-on-one for the fourth time tonight, and it will be the last time. In this final meeting, he looks to defeat his enemy once and for all and get back the title that he created. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the leader of The Lightning Crew, the one, the only, the P.R. Menace, THA PUERTO RICCCCCAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! CABOOSE: The title he created? What is Buffer talking about? That belt was won in a one-night tournament in San Juan, Puerto Rico last year. COLE: I can’t believe you also think that’s true. Everyone and their mother knows that that is a total lie devised by PRL. The belt didn’t actually mean anything until Stephen Joseph made it an official OaOasT title belt just before AngleMania back in March! CABOOSE: That belt was prestigious when P.R. defended it. It has been disgraced since The Mad Cappa got his disgusting hands on it. But, it’s okay, since The Mad Cappa will have one of the shortest reigns as Puerto Rican Champion after the night is over! COACH: Who was the shortest reigning Puerto Rican Champion? CABOOSE: Pedro Morales, with a reign of a day. COLE: Coach, you’re feeding into the lie. Snap out of it! CABOOSE: Shut up, Cole, don’t make me kick your ass! ::Tha Puerto Rican walks cool and cocky to the ring as "No Chance In Hell" continues to play. The crowd continues booing him, some even throwing garbage in his direction. Tha Puerto Rican jaws with some fans at ringside and flips them off, although he does slap hands with the 3 or 4 fans that are actually cheering Tha Puerto Rican, which makes him smile and points to them saying “They know who’s boss!” P.R. laughs evilly, and puts the OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship over his left shoulder, and then steps onto the ring apron and sneers at the crowd. Colombian Heat holds the ropes for P.R., and P.R. enters the ring, and spins around soaking in the jeers, and revealing in the hatred the fans feel for him. P.R. laughs evilly, and talks about how great he is, then does the HBK-pose while pyro fires up behind him. Colombian Heat applauds P.R. Tha Puerto Rican laughs evilly as the crowd boos loudly and chants "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" Tha Puerto Rican gets on the top rope and poses, receiving nothing but boos. P.R. flips the crowd off then heads to another turnbuckle, where a single spotlight shines on him. He poses a'la The Rock, and again receives boos. The crowd chants "P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!" but P.R. just sneers at the crowd as "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Boyds continues playing.:: CABOOSE: Look at that belt, off the shoulder of THE Most electrifying man in professional wrestling, NOT sports-entertainment. COLE: So, he’s really trying to be like The Rock, huh? CABOOSE: Who? COLE: Nevermind. That belt does not belong to him. It belongs to the actual Puerto Rican Champion, The Mad Cappa. He won that belt at AngleMania III on March 28, 2004 and as a result, that belt is his property. CABOOSE: You know what they say. Possession is 9/10s of the law. And look whose shoulder it’s laying off of. COLE: Remember the rules, if The Mad Cappa hits Colombian Heat in any part of his body, or even looks at him funny, he will be disqualified and the belt will return to Tha Puerto Rican. Talk about stupid rules. What a screwjob by Vitamin X. CABOOSE: Well, let me ask you something. In a match of this importance, do you want The Mad Cappa to be hitting the referee? COLE: No. But referees don’t normally attack wrestlers. Challengers don’t throw champions into rivers! And that’s what we’ve seen the last 2 weeks! How is Cappa going to control himself? How is he going to hold his venom for Colombian Heat and Tha Puerto Rican? Tha Puerto Rican has embarrassed and humiliated The Mad Cappa since AngleMania III, Cappa has GOT to be pissed off and can’t wait to get his hands on Tha Puerto Rican. But if he can’t control his temper, then he is disqualified, and we got a new Puerto Rican Champion! That’s a terrible way to win the title. By disqualification! CABOOSE: Hey, P.R. will win the title back by ANY MEANS NECESSARY! COACH: I guess as long as the belt is off The Mad Cappa then it doesn’t matter, huh? CABOOSE: Well, that’s one way to look at it. COLE: This isn’t just a match. This is personal. The Mad Cappa and Tha Puerto Rican HATE each other. And this will be the fourth one-on-one meeting between these two, and it will be the last. One More Time. Tha Puerto Rican vs. The Mad Cappa IV: One More Time. It’s happening right now! ::Tha Puerto Rican jaws with the fans, then heads off the top rope and stands in the ring, as the lights go back on in the arena, and the fans chant "P.R. SUCKS!" "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Boyds dies down. The crowd still chants and Tha Puerto Rican still trash talks. P.R. paces in the ring awaiting Cappa’s arrival. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!”:: COACHMAN: I’m getting goosebumps. This is going to be off the hook! These two can light up the night everytime they step in the ring together. They blow the roof of the joint together. Oh boy. Oh boy! :.R. talks with Colombian Heat waiting for Cappa to arrive. P.R. and Heat laugh evilly.:: COLE: This can’t be good. *1, 2, 3. Hit It!* ::The opening trumpet blare causes the crowd to explode. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool begins playing. The crowd cheers loudly as the lights go down and spotlights circle the arena. The fans chant “GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!” in tune with the beat as lights flicker on and off in the entrance. Some fans dance to the hip-hop song when suddenly; one spotlight shines in the center of the entrance. The crowd explodes with even louder cheers as The Mad Cappa’s back is shown. Cappa dances and then turns around…revealing a new OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship belt around his waist. The belt is black leather designed like the old school 1980s WWF Intercontinental Championship belt. In the center is a gold plate with the OAOAST logo on top and PUERTO RICAN written on the top in black and white. The island of Puerto Rico is in the center with the Puerto Rico flag inserted into it. CHAMPION is written at the bottom in black and white with a nameplate underneath it with THE MAD CAPPA written on it. The straps are filled with maps of different parts of Puerto Rico. Cappa shows off his brand new title belt to the crowd causing the crowd to cheer him even louder. Cappa points the belt towards Tha Puerto Rican who is pissed off, whining to Colombian Heat, who is shocked.:: COLE: Well, how about that! The Mad Cappa has a new Puerto Rican Championship belt made to replace the one P.R. made! CABOOSE: WHAT? NO! NO! THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! WHY? COACH: The Mad Cappa made lemonade out of lemons! Instead of moping around about losing the Puerto Rican Championship belt, he went out and made a new and BETTER one! That was a great idea on Cappa’s part! COLE: And that belt actually LOOKS like a title belt! COACH: Damn right! CABOOSE: HEY! This is not fair! This wasn’t supposed to happen! The Mad Cappa was supposed to be beltless! He wasn’t supposed to go out and make a new one! This is a conspiracy against P.R.! The OaOasT gave him a new belt! This is not fair! The OaOasT didn’t give Tha Puerto Rican a new belt! Come on! COLE: I guess we can say that the belt around Cappa’s waist is the new Puerto Rican Championship belt right? CABOOSE: NO! THE REAL BELT IS THE ONE P.R. HAS! THAT BELT IS PHONY! P.R. HAS THE REAL BELT! COACH: CAPPA HAS GOLD AROUND HIS WAIST ONCE AGAIN! COLE: And Tha Puerto Rican is pissed off about it! ::Indeed, Tha Puerto Rican is furious that The Mad Cappa has a new belt. He raises his Puerto Rican Championship belt that has The Mad Cappa scribbled out on the nameplate. Cappa and P.R. trash talk each other. Cappa removes his Puerto Rican Championship belt as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” continues playing. He gives the belt to a ringside crewmember, never taking his eyes off of Tha Puerto Rican. P.R. sneers at Cappa, as Cappa has a serious look on his face, as he stands in the aisleway.:: BUFFER: And his opponent. From Anacostia, Washington, D.C. Standing 5”10’ and weighing in at 185 lbs. Tonight, he looks to get the last strike in his battle with his archrival. Last month at AngleMania III, he overcame all the odds and became the new Puerto Rican Champion. He is once again, the underdog, but that has never stopped him before. Coming back from a crushed larynx that many thought would end his career, he came back better than before, defeating all challengers. Tonight he steps in the ring One More Time against his mortal enemy. Having defeating him once before, he fights not only for his title, but for pride as well. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing The One And Only AngleSault Thread Puerto Rican Champion, THE MADDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! ::The Mad Cappa rushes into the ring and into a brawl with Tha Puerto Rican. Michael Buffer exits the ring quickly. Colombian Heat orders the bell to be rung.:: *DING DING DING* COLE: HERE WE GO!!! “One More Time” No Holds Barred Match For The OaOasT Puerto Rican Championship. (If The Mad Cappa Hits Colombian Heat In Any Part of His Body, Or Even Looks At Him Funny, Then He Will Be Disqualified, And The Title Will Be Given Back To Tha Puerto Rican.) The Mad Cappa (Champion) vs. Tha Puerto Rican (Challenger) With Special Guest Referee Colombian Heat: The Mad Cappa and Tha Puerto Rican engage in a slugfest in the middle of the ring with the crowd going crazy the entire time. COLE: CAPPA AND P.R. GOING AT IT ONCE AGAIN! REMEMBER! NO HOLDS BARRED! ANYTHING GOES! THERE MUST BE A WINNER IN THIS CONTEST! The Mad Cappa gets the better of Tha Puerto Rican, and punches him in the face several times, leading him to the turnbuckle. Cappa flips off Tha Puerto Rican and Irish Whips him into a turnbuckle. P.R. does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron. The Mad Cappa continues the assault by clotheslining P.R. The crowd pops loudly as Cappa, furious, grabs P.R. by his dreadlocks and throws him back into the ring. COLE: CAPPA IS GETTING THE BETTER OF P.R. IN THE EARLY GOING! HE IS TEARING INTO THE FORMER PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION BIG TIME! Cappa whips P.R. into a turnbuckle once again. P.R. hits the turnbuckle chest first and does a backflip onto the mat. TMC picks up P.R. and chops him on his chest. The crowd “WOOOOOOOOOS!” with each chop. Cappa chops P.R. into a turnbuckle once again. P.R. is struggling to escape and gasping for air. Cappa kicks P.R. in the face stomping a mudhole into him. The crowd counts along with each kick. Colombian Heat, standing by worried, comes towards Cappa and tries to get him to stop. Cappa turns around and gives Heat a dirty look. CABOOSE: LOOK OUT HEAT! CAPPA IS CRAZY! HE’S LOOKING AT YOU FUNNY! DISQUALIFY HIM! COLE: Cappa better watch out! He better not hit Heat! Cappa trash talks Colombian Heat, not noticing that Tha Puerto Rican is getting up. As Cappa corners Heat, P.R. shows up and lowblows Cappa. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Tha Puerto Rican punches Cappa in the face, sending him down to the mat. COLE: Colombian Heat has already asserted himself in this match! CABOOSE: He’s just trying to restore order. P.R. kicks Cappa in the face and trash talks him at the same time. P.R. heads to the ropes…and does a Five Knuckle Shuffle onto Cappa. CABOOSE: HA! HA! I LOVE IT! The crowd boos as P.R. does the “You Can’t See Me” hand gesture to Cappa. P.R. picks up Mad Cappa and whips him into the ropes, The Mad Cappa reverses. P.R. goes for a clothesline, but Cappa ducks, and gives P.R. The Fall From Grace to a loud pop. COLE: THE FALL FROM GRACE! AND NOW THA PUERTO RICAN IS GETTING HIT BY LIGHTNING PUNCHES BY THE MAD CAPPA! The Mad Cappa yells at Tha Puerto Rican and heads to the top rope. Top Rope Legdrop. The Mad Cappa goes for the cover. Colombian Heat counts. 1… 2… KICK OUT!!! Cappa beats on Tha Puerto Rican. COLE: Colombian Heat with a fair count, which I’m glad to say. CABOOSE: See, Heat is calling this match right down the middle. There is nothing to worry about. Don’t worry your little head about it. Cappa whips P.R. to the ropes. Cappa puts his head down, so P.R. grabs him and gives him a Dangerous DDT causing the crowd to groan. COLE: OH MY! CABOOSE: HA! HA! COACH: P.R. with the cover! 1! 2! KICK OUT! P.R. grabs The Mad Cappa, who is catching his breath, and punches him in the face. Cappa stumbles around getting punched in the face. Colombian Heat watches it all with a serious look on his face. CABOOSE: Colombian Heat swore to God that he would call this match right down the middle. COLE: Well, I hope to God that he is telling the truth. P.R. whips Cappa into the ropes, and catches him with a spinning heel kick. P.R. exits the ring and heads to the top rope. The crowd stands up and boos loudly, although some are cheering. P.R. removes his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. He does some weird hand signals and gives the crowd the international signal for “UP YOURS!” and then leaps off the top with the F.U. Elbow Drop to a face pop. COLE: F.U. Elbow Drop! CABOOSE: And the crowd seems to like that one. I guess P.R. has more fans then we like to give him credit for huh? COACH: P.R. hit the F.U. Elbow Drop early in this match up meaning that he wants to finish this match quickly. P.R. quickly gets back up and stands Cappa up. He brings him down again with the spinning wheel kick. He picks up Cappa and slaps him in the face. The crowd groans. P.R. beats on Cappa and then whips him into the ropes. Cappa reverses, and P.R. rests on the ring ropes. Cappa charges, but P.R. backdrops him out of the ring to a loud pop. COLE: OH MY! THA PUERTO RICAN JUST BACKDROPPED THE MAD CAPPA OUT OF THE RING AND ONTO THE COLD HARD CONCRETE BELOW! CABOOSE: HOLY CRAP DID THE MAD CAPPA HIT THE FLOOR HARD! LET’S HOPE THIS PARALYZED HIM AND HE CAN NEVER WALK AGAIN! COLE: NOW THAT IS NOT RIGHT! THAT’S TASTELESS! CABOOSE: HEY! THE ‘BOOSE SPEAKS HIS MIND ALL THE TIME! COACH: SO DOES THE COACH! CABOOSE: SHUT UP!!! COLE: The Mad Cappa is out on the floor. Tha Puerto Rican is standing in the ring, posing for these fans. Some fans chant “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” but it is drowned out by “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. sneers at the crowd. Meanwhile, The Mad Cappa is slowly getting up. Colombian Heat tells him that. P.R. heads to the ropes, and just as Cappa is up; P.R. leaps over the top rope and onto The Mad Cappa with a springboard Shooting Star Press. COLE: AND THA PUERTO RICAN STRIKES AGAIN! WHAT A MOVE! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE MOVE! The crowd chants “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa lie on the floor. COACH: But if you noticed, Colombian Heat let P.R. know that Cappa was on the floor. It was almost like he was telling him what move to do! CABOOSE: You’re looking too much into it, Coach. Heat was merely telling P.R. where Cappa was. He wasn’t telling him what move to do. That’s ignorant. You’re being ignorant! Colombian Heat exits the ring and watches P.R. and Cappa get up. P.R. gets up first, so he gives Cappa a shining wizard onto Cappa. COLE: The Puerto Rican Champion is on the floor. And the electrifying challenger. At 24 years old, P.R. has reached the top of the mountain. CABOOSE: That’s right! He’s one of a kind! Tha Puerto Rican picks up The Mad Cappa, and drags him down the entranceway. COLE: Their match at AngleMania III was a technical and mat wrestling masterpiece. I don’t think this match will be like that. This is a fight. This is a brawl we are seeing right now, ladies and gentlemen, live on The Year of Living Anglelously. One More Time. P.R./Mad Cappa IV. Tha Puerto Rican continues dragging Cappa into the area next to the entrance. P.R. slams Cappa’s head into a barricade. He then grabs a fire extinguisher and smashes Cappa’s head with it. The crowd boos loudly as Colombian Heat tries to get P.R. back into the ring. P.R. Heat and sneers at the crowd. COLE: This match is No Holds Barred, but it wasn’t No Holds Barred until earlier tonight, as deemed by Vitamin X and Colombian Heat. CABOOSE: X using his connections to once again give the peeps what they want. Up close and personal with Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa! Look at this! They’re fighting within the crowd. This is what the OaOasT is all about. This is what makes the OaOasT great! This is wonderful! P.R. kicks Cappa in the face several times. He then slams Cappa’s face into the barricade once again. Cappa, however, pokes P.R. in his eyes. The crowd cheers as The Mad Cappa punches P.R. in the face. COLE: Cappa is coming back. He is fighting back. He is fighting to keep his Puerto Rican Title! This is a fight that is not in his favor! He is the underdog once again! Cappa whipping P.R. into the entrance. P.R. reverses, and Cappa smashes his face against one of the pillars at the entrance causing it to fall, walking into a Russian Legsweep by Tha Puerto Rican. P.R. drops several elbows into Cappa’s chest. COLE: That set is still intact, but Cappa may not. He just got Russian Legsweeped by Tha Puerto Rican onto the cold concrete. No protect mat is in place there. CABOOSE: Cappa is not such a tough guy is he? You see, P.R. could handle this. Not Cappa. Cappa is weak. He is such a coward. You saw what he did 2 weeks ago. He bowed down to P.R. because he wanted to get the Puerto Rican Championship back. HA! HA! What a pussy. Tha Puerto Rican takes a cable wire and chokes Cappa with it. Cappa struggles to breathe as the crowd chants “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” Colombian Heat tries to stop P.R., but P.R. continues choking Cappa out. He stops and then picks up Cappa once again. P.R. puts Cappa in position for a vertical suplex. Tha Puerto Rican tries to lift Cappa up, but Cappa holds on. P.R. tries again, but The Mad Cappa lifts P.R. up for a vertical suplex of his own. The crowd cheers. CABOOSE: NO! NO! NO! THAT’S NOT RIGHT! THAT’S NOT RIGHT AT ALL! DAMNIT! COLE: Right on the floor! No mats for protection! CABOOSE: Heat get them back into the ring! COLE: Colombian Heat wanted No Holds Barred, he gets No Holds Barred! The Mad Cappa picks up Tha Puerto Rican as the crowd cheers. They chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The Mad Cappa punches P.R. in the face many times, sending him to the opposite corner of the entranceway. Cappa and P.R. brawl once again. Cappa whips P.R. into the entranceway. P.R. smacks his face against one of the pillars in the entrance causing it to fall. Cappa follows with a Russian Legsweep. COLE: And now Tha Puerto Rican gets hit in the face. One of the pillars has hit P.R., just like one of them hit The Mad Cappa earlier. Cappa gets right back up and grabs one of the metal cases and drops it onto P.R.’s head. COLE: Cappa is now in control once again, as this match has degenerated into a brawl, which symbolizes how much Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa hate each other and how far they will go to take each other out for good. P.R. and Cappa both get up, so Cappa gives P.R. a X-Factor on the pillar. He then grabs a cable wire and starts choking P.R. with it. The crowd cheers as Colombian Heat stands there watching with a worry look on his face. COACHMAN: And now The Mad Cappa is choking P.R. with the cable wire, just like P.R. did earlier before. P.R. is gasping for air as the Puerto Rican Champion in this match-up is dominating him. CABOOSE: GET UP P.R.! GET UP! The Mad Cappa lets go of the cable wire and then grabs P.R.’s dreadlocks once again and drags him towards a barricade. CABOOSE: This is NOT going good for Tha Puerto Rican! COACH: Hey. Vitamin X and Colombian Heat made this match No Holds Barred. It was their bright idea. But if Cappa hits Colombian Heat he will be disqualified and lose the title. The Mad Cappa flips P.R. the middle finger and then whips him into a railing. The crowd cheers as P.R. hits the railing backfirst. Cappa trash talks Tha Puerto Rican, who is lying on the floor. The Mad Cappa gets onto one of the audio/camera stages and waits for P.R. to get up. P.R. slowly gets up, and when he does, Cappa does a side swinging moonsault onto Tha Puerto Rican causing the crowd to pop louder. COLE: This is not a wrestling match! This is nothing more than a Saturday night, Sunday night fistfight! The Mad Cappa gets up and hurries over to a giant blue suitcase as P.R. gets up. Cappa shoves the suitcase, and it rolls towards P.R., hitting him in the face causing the crowd to pop again. P.R. somersaults onto the floor. COLE: And The Mad Cappa is continuing the assault! CABOOSE: Ugh. This is terrible. Come on P.R.! Come on! Get up! Get back into this! YOU MUST WIN! DAMNIT! COME ON! TMC gets on the giant blue suitcase and waits for P.R. to get up. Colombian Heat tries to get Cappa to get off, but Cappa flips P.R. off instead. CABOOSE: THAT SHOULD GET HIM DISQUALIFIED! HE FLIPED THE REFEREE OFF! THAT SHOULD GET HIM DISQUALIFIED! Cappa leaps off the giant suitcase with a missile dropkick. But P.R. moves out of the way and Cappa hits the floor causing the crowd to groan. CABOOSE: YES! COLE: The Mad Cappa hits the cold hard steel, missing that missile dropkick. COACH: Mad Cappa better get back up quickly if he wants to win. P.R. is getting up first! Colombian Heat checks on The Mad Cappa as P.R. sneers. P.R. asks “What the hell are you doing?!” He trash talks Cappa as he grabs the giant blue suitcase. CABOOSE: The Mad Cappa should be disqualified for that total lack of respect for Colombian Heat! Flipping him the bird like that! What kind of Puerto Rican Champion is he? Tha Puerto Rican shoves the giant metal blue suitcase towards Cappa. It hits him, and Cappa rolls over it onto the floor. P.R. kicks Cappa and then lowblows him. COACH: If you’re wondering why they are not in the ring, it’s because of the man in the striped shirt. He made this No Holds Barred. And Cappa is hit in the face by that crane that is holding the camera thanks to Tha Puerto Rican! Cappa is on the concrete getting hit in the face by that boom camera! Tha Puerto Rican chokes The Mad Cappa yelling “DIE, CAPPA, DIE! DIE CAPPA, DIE!” Colombian Heat tries to get the two men to go back into the ring, but P.R. does not listen. He continues choking. CABOOSE: Now, you gotta admit that Colombian Heat has been an impartial and fair referee since the match started. COLE: He hasn’t been biased, atleast not too much. And I’m happy to say that. Let’s hope he keeps it up. CABOOSE: See, I told you. I am always right! This is what a referee SHOULD be doing. This is great! HA! HA! P.R. stops choking Cappa and picks him up. P.R. trash talks Cappa and flips him off. He drags him towards the aisleway and tries to hit Cappa on the barricade. However, Cappa holds on, and hits P.R. in the barricade. The crowd cheers loudly as Cappa beats P.R. down the entranceway. Cappa drags P.R. towards the ring. COLE: And now The Mad Cappa strikes back once again! Hitting P.R. in the face on the barricade. And now, finally, these two are heading back into the ring! COACH: They have been brawling for God knows how long! Both men are fatigued; you can see the perspiration on both their bodies. They’re breathing heavily. They’re tired, but are still fighting! Incredible! The crowd is chanting “CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA! CAP-PA!” as Cappa trash talks P.R. and whips him into the stairs. The crowd groans as Tha Puerto Rican hits the staircase, his right elbow getting most of the impact. COLE: This is the return match. This is the two men who battled it out at AngleMania III, just a month ago, getting it on again at The Year of Living Anglelously. This is the rematch. The most anticipated rematch in the history of the OaOasT. The final time these two will lock it up. One More Time. The fourth, and last, one-on-one encounter between Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa. CABOOSE: Come on P.R.! The Mad Cappa throws Tha Puerto Rican back into the ring. Colombian Heat follows. The crowd has quitted down as The Mad Cappa sneers at Tha Puerto Rican. He picks up Tha Puerto Rican and gives him some European Uppercuts. He then places him between his legs and brings him down with the Cappabomb. COLE: THE CAPPABOMB! THE MAD CAPPA HAS HIT P.R. WITH THE CAPPABOMB! THAT’S ONE OF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES! The Mad Cappa covers P.R. 1… 2… THRE-KICK OUT!!! COLE: That was a rather slow count by Colombian Heat. COACH: You’re right, Michael. It did seem sort of suspicious to me. CABOOSE: You two are idiots. That was NOT a slow count. Get your eyes checked! The crowd, and The Mad Cappa, noticed it was a slow count too. Colombian Heat puts two fingers up telling Cappa it was a fair count. Cappa argues with Heat about the crowd. He stands up and engages in a staredown with Colombian Heat, arguing him with him. COLE: Uh-oh. This could get early. CABOOSE: HIT HIM CAPPA! HIT HEAT! HIT HIM! MAKE HIM SUFFER! Colombian Heat shoves The Mad Cappa to loud boos. He then shoves him again. The crowd stands up as Cappa tries to control his temper. COLE: Now come on! What kind of referee is that? What kind of referee shoves the wrestlers? CABOOSE: Hey. Heat is just keeping order by any means necessary. COLE: He is goading Cappa. He is trying to make him lose his temper so that P.R. can win the Puerto Rican Championship! Colombian Heat slaps The Mad Cappa. The crowd does a collective “OOOOOHHHHH!!!” Cappa’s face is now furious. Colombian Heat reminds him that he cannot hit him at all or be disqualified. The crowd stands up wondering what The Mad Cappa is going to do. Cappa’s face is now red as Heat tries to goad him into hitting him. Cappa holds onto the ropes, with his face red with rage. COLE: Now what kind of referee is THAT? He just SLAPPED him right in the face! He is flat out trying to make The Mad Cappa hit him just so he can disqualify him. CABOOSE: Colombian Heat is a great man. Sacrificing himself for the betterment of his friend. Sacrificing himself so P.R. can be happy. What a great friend Heat is. What a great best friend he is! Heat jaws with Cappa; meanwhile Tha Puerto Rican is up. He charges towards Cappa, but Cappa sees this, and flips Tha Puerto Rican over the top rope and onto the floor. COLE: AND OH MY! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE MOVE! GREAT TIMING BY THE MAD CAPPA! HE FLIPPED THA PUERTO RICAN OVER THE TOP ROPE JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! CABOOSE: NOOOOOO!!! COACH: THE MAD CAPPA JUST SENT THA PUERTO RICAN TO ANOTHER TIME ZONE! CABOOSE: THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH! The Mad Cappa exits the ring. Tha Puerto Rican is in pain, lying on the mat, breathing hard. Colombian Heat orders Cappa to get back into the ring, but Cappa refuses to listen. Just as P.R. gets up, Cappa grabs him from behind and gives him a reverse DDT onto the floor. COLE: And The Mad Cappa follows with a reverse DDT that almost knocked the life out of Tha Puerto Rican! The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Cappa picks up P.R., but P.R. lowblows Cappa. Tha Puerto Rican grabs Mad Cappa, and brings him down with the Latin Slam on the floor. The crowd boos. P.R. and Cappa lie on the floor in pain. COLE: Latin Slam! A Latin Slam by Tha Puerto Rican! And he did it on the floor, not in the ring. Cappa’s head bounced off the floor. What a sick visual! COACH: Their match at AngleMania III was all about wrestling. THIS match is all about fighting! This is just two men who hate each other so damn much, letting their hate get the best of each other. Their hate is exploding tonight in front of these fans and us! The title isn’t that important. They just want to tear each other from limb to limb. They just wanna—hey! Tha Puerto Rican snatches the headset from Jonathon “The Coach” Coachman and shoves him down. Caboose cheers P.R. on. The Mad Cappa lies on the floor. THA PUERTO RICAN: Shut your mouth, Coach! I’m sick of hearing of ya! Nobody wants to hear you talk; they want to hear the most electrifying man in professional wrestling run his mouth as he kicks the candy ass of The Mad CRAPPA! Mad Cappa, I HATE your guts! You are a living, breathing, stinking piece of trash! And that’s the truth, Ruth! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! Tha Puerto Rican takes off the headset. Jonathon Coachman gets back on. COACH: Hello. Testing. Testing. One. Two. Three. CABOOSE: DAMNIT! I WAS ENJOYING THA PUERTO RICAN TALK! NOW I HAVE MR. HORNDOG HERE BACK AGAIN, DAMNIT! COACH: Everybody loves me! I’m a nice guy! CABOOSE: I hate you. COLE: Tha Puerto Rican attacking The Mad Cappa with lefts and rights. CABOOSE: Tha Puerto Rican is making The Mad Cappa his bitch right here, right now at Living Anglelously! P.R. spits on his right hand and punches Cappa with it. COLE: The Puerto Rican Champion is in a bad way right now. The Mad Cappa crawls across the floor in pain. P.R. trash talks to Mad Cappa, sneering at the Puerto Rican Champion. P.R. stops to pose causing the crowd to boo. He laughs evilly. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Suddenly, The Mad Cappa grabs a chair and uses it to get up. However, Colombian Heat grabs the chair and takes it away from Cappa. Heat tosses the chair to Tha Puerto Rican, causing the crowd to boo louder. COLE: HEY! COLOMBIAN HEAT JUST TOSSED THAT CHAIR TO THA PUERTO RICAN! COLOMBIAN HEAT JUST TOSSED THAT CHAIR TO THA PUERTO RICAN! CABOOSE: UH…NO HE DIDN’T! COLOMBIAN HEAT TOSSED THE CHAIR AWAY, AND P.R. JUST HAPPENED TO CATCH IT! THAT’S IT! THAT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL! COLOMBIAN HEAT DID NOT INTENTIONALLY TOSS IT TO P.R.! COACH: ARE YOU BLIND? IT’S RIGHT THERE! HEAT TOSSED THE CHAIR TO P.R.! P.R. smashes the chair across the back of The Mad Cappa. The crowd groans. P.R. slams the chair across the back of The Mad Cappa once again. He laughs evilly and throws the chair away grabbing TMC and punching him in the face. COLE: The P.R. Menace is now once again in control of this match, and it’s no thanks to Colombian Heat, the REFEREE for this match-up! The 24-year-old challenger, on a mission, to regain the Puerto Rican Championship, and as we just saw, he has backup in the referee, his own best friend, Colombian Heat. Things are going P.R.’s way right now. It’s No Holds Barred, and Colombian Heat probably loves P.R. in control right now. Tha Puerto Rican, breathing heavily, and moving slower, grabs TMC and takes him to the announcer’s table. He slams Cappa’s face on the announcer’s table. COLE: And now the fight is being fought next to us! P.R. slams Cappa’s face on the table once again. Cappa bounces off onto the floor. Colombian Heat removes his sunglasses, and watches the match with a serious look on his face. COLE: I think we’ve seen enough here! Get them back in the ring, Heat! CABOOSE: This is No Holds Barred. These two can go anywhere they want with no problem! Hey, Vitamin X and Colombian Heat made it this way! COLE: ENOUGH’S ENOUGH DAMNIT! Tha Puerto Rican slams The Mad Cappa’s face onto the announcer’s table for a third time. Cappa crawls onto the announcer’s table and lies there. Michael Cole, Jonathon “The Coach” Coachman, and Caboose get up from their seats, and watch Cappa lie on top of the announcer’s table, in pain, fatigued, breathing hard, and sweating. COLOMBIAN HEAT: Get back in the ring, P.R.! THA PUERTO RICAN: NOT NOW! Tha Puerto Rican looks at one of the cameramen and gets an idea. He charges towards the cameraman, and grabs the camera away from him. He shoves the cameraman away and uses the camera. CABOOSE: Check it out, we’re on PRL! Puerto Rican Live! COACH: We are now seeing things from the camera, P.R. is using! COLE: P.R. has commandeered that camera and is using it! Our monitors are showing things through his camera! THA PUERTO RICAN: This is the P.R.-CAM NOW! I’m Tha Puerto Rican, Bitch! Welcome to my show! CABOOSE: THA PUERTO RICAN IS USING THAT CAMERA! THIS IS GREAT! Tha Puerto Rican gets on top of the announcer’s table with the camera in his right arm. He films The Mad Cappa lying on the announcer’s table. Colombian Heat takes one of the monitors and shows P.R. exactly what he is filming. P.R. spits on Mad Cappa’s face. Heat laughs evilly. THA PUERTO RICAN (while filming The Mad Cappa and talking like the Crocodile Hunter): Crockey! What you bloats are seeing is The Maddus Cappius Trashius. Also known as The Mad Cappa: The Biggest Piece of Trash on the Face of the Earth! He is only one of kind, folks, and is the weakest animal in the jungle. CABOOSE: HA! HA! P.R. IS The Crocodile Hunter! P.R. (talking normal): CRAPPA, You SUCK, pal! You are pathetic. HA! HA! Look at you. Weak. You are nothing, Cappa. NOTHING! NOTHING! CRAPPA. CRAPPA, I HATE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW! LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT I THINK OF YOU!!! P.R. gives The Mad Cappa the middle finger to boos. Cappa is still lying on the announcer’s table. P.R.: YOU CAN TAKE THIS TO HELL WITH YOU, COMPLIMENTS OF THA PUERTO RICAN! Tha Puerto Rican films the crowd. The fans all mug for the camera, going crazy, cheering. THA PUERTO RICAN (still filming): LOOK AT ALL THESE PIECES OF TRAILER PARK TRASH! WELL, AT LEAST YOU ARE WITH YOUR OWN KIND, CRAPPA! CABOOSE: UH…P.R.! COLE: PUT THAT CAMERA DOWN! CABOOSE: P.R. P.R.: CAPPA? P.R. films the announcer’s table, but instead of finding Cappa’s face lying on it, he finds Cappa’s legs standing up. CABOOSE: P.R.! LOOK OUT! THA PUERTO RICAN: Oh Poopie. Tha Puerto Rican films The Mad Cappa standing up and giving him two middle fingers. Cappa kicks P.R. in the stomach…and gives him the BUST A CAP through the announcer’s table with the camera still with Tha Puerto Rican. COLE: OH MY!!! WHAT A MOVE!!! ALL THIS CARNAGE!!! THE TABLE IS BROKEN!!! CAPPA WITH A BUST A CAP THROUGH THE TABLE!!! THAT’S THE FIRST TIME WE’VE EVER SEEN THAT DONE BY CAPPA!!! The Mad Cappa and Tha Puerto Rican lie in the wreckage of the announcer’s table. Cole, Coach, and Caboose are still standing up. Colombian Heat is still watching the match, amazed. He has a worried look on his face. The camera cuts to an instant replay of the BUST A CAP through the announcer’s table, but seen through the camera P.R. had. Mad Cappa grabs the camera and smashes it across P.R.’s face, breaking it. COLE: AND NOW THAT CAMERA IS BROKEN! CABOOSE: THAT’S A $1,000 CAMERA CRAPPA! YOU BETTER PAY FOR BREAKING IT USING YOUR OWN MONEY! ASSHOLE! The Mad Cappa grabs Tha Puerto Rican by his dreadlocks and throws him back into the ring. Colombian Heat follows. The crowd is going crazy following the BUST A CAP, chanting “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” COLE: We have a wreck over here. But the match is still going. And it’s now in the ring, finally, after all the fighting that we’ve seen on the outside. It’s incredible. All the carnage these two men have produced! Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa begin fighting once again. They trade lefts and rights, until both men are up. They continue brawling, with The Mad Cappa Irish Whipping P.R. into the ropes. P.R. reverses, however, and then grabs Mad Cappa and gives him a spinebuster. COLE: SPINEBUSTER! Tha Puerto Rican gets up and looks at the crowd and then at Cappa. He sneers at Cappa. Heat smiles evilly and tells him to go for the Puerto Rico Elbow. P.R. obliges and gets in position to deliver the Puerto Rico Elbow. The crowd stands up and boos loudly chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. flips the crowd the middle finger, and then removes his right elbow pad. He spits on the elbow pad and throws it onto The Mad Cappa’s face. He then does weird hand signals, and heads to the ropes. COLE: Oh no. CABOOSE: It is now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, NOT, sports-entertainment, The Puerto Rico Elbow! Tha Puerto Rican bounces off the ropes, leaps over Mad Cappa, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. P.R. starts dancing, causing a slight face pop. Heat cheers. CABOOSE: Get down, P.R.! Get down with your bad self! P.R. stops and drops the Puerto Rico Elbow. But Cappa moves out of the way, and P.R. hits the canvas. COLE: And The Puerto Rico Elbow misses! That’s the first time that that has happened for Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE: Ugh. Damnit! The damn Mad Cappa has escaped. He moved out of the way! What the hell? COACH: And now The Mad Cappa is back up again. The Mad Cappa gets up and gets behind Tha Puerto Rican. Colombian Heat stands behind The Mad Cappa and tries to warn Tha Puerto Rican. P.R. slowly gets up with the crowd cheering loudly and standing up. They chant “MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA! MAD CAP-PA!” The crowd claps its hands in unison, cheering Cappa on. P.R. gets on one knee, breathing heavily, tired, dizzy, and sweating. CABOOSE: Oh no. Oh no. Get up P.R.! Get up, Damnit! Come in! P.R. continues getting up. Heat ties to warn him yelling “LOOK OUT, G!!!” P.R. gets up, and looks around. P.R. breathes a sigh of relief. COLE: He has no idea, what’s behind him. CABOOSE: LOOK OUT!!! P.R. turns around, and gets kicked in the stomach. The Mad Cappa goes for the BUST A CAP…but P.R. shoves The Mad Cappa right into Colombian Heat knocking him to the canvas causing the crowd to boo. COLE: Cappa went for the BUST A CAP, and Tha Puerto Rican shot him off! CABOOSE: HE HIT COLOMBIAN HEAT! HE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED! HE HIT COLOMBIAN HEAT! HE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED! COACH: THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! HE DIDN’T INTENTIONALLY HIT HIM! The Mad Cappa bounces falls to the mat along with Heat, who clutches his chin. Cappa bounces back up, and gets kicked in the stomach. Tha Puerto Rican gives The Mad Cappa the P.R. Nightmare to loud boos. COLE: THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! THA PUERTO RICAN HAS JUST GIVEN THE MAD CAPPA THE P.R. NIGHTMARE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN ON THE MAT BUT THA PUERTO RICAN HAS STRUCK, GIVING THE MAD CAPPA HIS FINISHING MOVE! COACH: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN ON THE MAT! CABOOSE: ALL P.R. HAS TO DO IS COVER MAD CAPPA AND HE WILL BE THE PUERTO RICAN CHAMPION FOR A THIRD TIME! COME ON, P.R.! DO IT! COVER! COVER THE MAD CRAPPA! COVER THE MAD CRAPPA! DO IT! 1! 2! 3! DO IT DAMNIT! Colombian Heat has a look of anger on his face. He cheers on Tha Puerto Rican, and tries to get him to cover The Mad Cappa. COLE: Colombian Heat will not disqualify The Mad Cappa. CABOOSE: DAMNIT! Come on Heat, you idiot. Disqualify the bastard and give the title back to Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat face first right next to The Mad Cappa, struggling to get up. Colombian Heat grabs P.R.’s right arm and drags it onto The Mad Cappa’s chest. The crowd boos loudly as Heat counts. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2 ¾ 2.999999999999999999999999999999 THREEEEEEEEEEE-------------KICK OUT!!!! COLE: YES!!! YES!!! THE MAD CAPPA KICKED OUT OF THE P.R. NIGHTMARE!!! AND COLOMBIAN HEAT CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! Colombian Heat has a frustrated look on his face. He screams out loud and curses Mad Cappa. COLE: Colombian Heat put Tha Puerto Rican’s right arm on Cappa’s chest, and then count the pin. But that still wasn’t enough to put The Mad Cappa away. This was the second time Cappa has kicked out of the P.R. Nightmare. The first being at AngleMania III last month. Colombian Heat sneers at Cappa and then exits the ring. He shoves away the timekeeper and grabs P.R.’s Puerto Rican Championship belt. P.R. and The Mad Cappa start to get up as Heat takes P.R.’s belt into the ring. COLE: Now what is Heat doing now? He’s got the Puerto Rican Title belt, well, the OLD version of the title belt, and he’s in the ring with it. Colombian Heat enters the ring and gets in position to hit someone with the belt. The crowd stands up and boos loudly as Heat motions for Cappa to get up. P.R. is up on knee, and when he sees Heat with the belt, he smiles an evil smile. P.R. laughs evilly. COLE (sarcastic): Yeah, he’s SUCH an impartial referee. Try and defend THIS Caboose. This is obvious cheating! CABOOSE: Hey, The Mad Cappa DID hit him. This is just his way of getting revenge on him. COACH: HE’S THE REFEREE! He isn’t supposed to do this! CABOOSE: CAPPA HIT HIM FIRST! He had all he could take! Now, he’s getting pay back! Tha Puerto Rican stands up and applauds Colombian Heat. The Mad Cappa is on one knee still getting up. Colombian Heat continues holding the Puerto Rican Championship belt sneering. The crowd is booing loudly chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Tha Puerto Rican gives The Mad Cappa two middle fingers, laughing evilly. CABOOSE: Say goodnight Mad Cappa. Your Puerto Rican Championship reign is about to end. Can you feel it? And it’s all your fault, Cappa! Colombian Heat couldn’t take any more of your crap, and I can’t blame him for that! A hush silence falls over the crowd as The Mad Cappa gets up. P.R. continues flipping Cappa off, laughing evilly as Cappa turns around. Colombian Heat rushes towards The Mad Cappa with the old Puerto Rican Championship belt. The Mad Cappa ducks…and Colombian Heat hits Tha Puerto Rican with the old Puerto Rican Championship belt to loud cheers. COLE: COLOMBIAN HEAT HAS JUST KNOCKED OUT THA PUERTO RICAN WITH HIS PUERTO RICAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! HEAT HAS JUST KNOCKED OUT HIS BEST FRIEND! NOW THE MAD CAPPA COVERS THA PUERTO RICAN! WILL COLOMBIAN HEAT COUNT THE PIN? WILL HE? The Mad Cappa covers Tha Puerto Rican. Colombian Heat counts with the crowd counting along. 1… 2… THR---Colombian Heat stops the count. Instead, Heat gives The Mad Cappa two middle fingers and yells out “FUCK YOU!!!” COLE: 3!!! 3!!! 3, DAMN YOU!!! COUNT THE THREE!!! The crowd explodes with loud boos and “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chants. The Mad Cappa goes after Colombian Heat, but Heat runs out of the ring and into the entranceway. COACH: Colombian Heat will not count the 1-2-3! He went against his word. He swore to God that he would call the match down the middle, but he has lied to us all. What a screwjob! Colombian Heat walks down the entranceway, continuing flipping Cappa two middle fingers. The crowd is still booing loudly with some fans throwing garbage at Heat. Cappa is shocked. Heat yells out “FUCK YOU CAPPA! YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT, BOY! FUCK YOU CAPPA!!! YEAH! WHAT? BITCH, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?! WHAT! UHHHH!!!” COLE: COLOMBIAN HEAT DIDN’T COUNT 3!!! THAT LYING SCUMBAG!!! NOW HE’S RUNNING AWAY!!! HIS WORD IS NOT WORTH A DAMN!!! HE SAID HE COUNT!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! Suddenly, the crowd’s boos turn to cheers. OaOasT Director of Authority, ABE VIGODA appears with a piece of paper and a referee next to him. The fans pop loudly for the OaOasT D.O.A. and know that something good will happen since he has a referee with him. Abe Vigoda looks a little ticked off as he bumps into Colombian Heat in the entranceway. COLE: NOW ABE VIGODA IS OUT HERE! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?

BRYTE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!! He a crazed look appears in his eyes as he begins yanking at his hair. Bryte begins huffing and puffing as he takes a handful of Panther's hair and drags him back to his feet. Panther shoots a shoot jab to Bryte's midsection, but Bryte comes right back with a knee to Panther's hip! A second one to the midsection doubles Panther over, and a third knee lift sends Panther staggering backwards into the corner. On the floor, Tina turns back to the action to see Bryte firmly in control, with a slight smile on his face. Bryte wipes some of the blood from his mouth, moves in on Panther and catches him in the chest with another HARD knife edge chop! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOOOO~! Another one causes Panther to writhe in pain. Bryte rears back for another one, but pauses, another smile coming across his face. Suddenly, he reaches forward, grabs a hold of Panther's jersey, and RIPS IT RIGHT DOWN THE CENTER! There's a stunned silence from the crowd... 3 C'S OH NO HE DIDN'T! Oh yes he did! Bryte looks over at Tina on the floor, who just covers her eyes and looks away. Bryte looks around the arena and shrugs his shoulders...not quite realizing just what the hell he's done until he turns back to Panther, who's breathing heavily through clinched teeth, looking down at the remains of his tattered jersey as they lay on the canvas. All at once, Bryte winds up and hits Panther with another HARD chop...this one having NO effect on Panther. He winds up and nails him with another, with the same result. Suddenly, Panther looks up at Bryte, shooting him the coldest glare imaginable! CABOOSE Chris...WHY did you rip that jersey?! WHY?! Bryte begins to beg off a bit as Panther stands upright in the corner, with both his fists cocked and his body trembling! Bryte fires off a kick to Panther's right leg...STILL NO EFFECT!! Judo chop to the shoulder...STILL NO EFFECT! A look of fear comes across Bryte's face as he unleashes another martial arts flurry, throwing punch after punch! Kick after kick! Knee after-- PANTHER AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH~! COLE Oh my! Suddenly, Panther grabs Bryte in a front waistlock and drives him back into a turnbuckle, and begins driving shoulder after shoulder into the midsection of Bryte, each blow causing the youngster to cry out in pain! Then, Panther grabs two handfuls of Bryte's hair, drags him out of the buckle and beels him across the ring, with Bryte hitting hard off the mat! He immediately pops back to his feet with his arms outstretched, again trying to beg off! BRYTE C'mon, Panther! I didn't mean! C'mon, Panther--NOOOOOOOO~! Panther grabs two more handfuls of Bryte's hair, and as Bryte kicks and punches at him wildly, Panther turns and hurls the rookie across the ring once more, sending him in with such force that Bryte slides into the post, crotching himself! COLE My God, folks! Panther has lost it! COACH Yeah! And for those of you who don't know, now you know! You don't tug on Superman's cape, and you don't fuck with Panther's jerseys! Panther reaches down and grabs another handful of Bryte's hair and pulls him back to his feet. As Bryte continues to beg, Panther catches him with an open hand slap right to the face! Bryte tries to come back with a right hand, but Panther catches him in a half nelson and uses it to drive him down, with the back of Bryte's neck bouncing off of his knee. Panther then springs back to his feet, and as Bryte clutches at his neck on the canvas, Panther runs to the ropes opposite him, bounces off and nails him with a running front dropkick right to the face. Panther makes the cover... 1... 2... NO!!!!!!!!!! Just a TWOOOOOOOOO~! Panther with another handful of hair brings Bryte back to his feet. He then tucks his head under Bryte's right armpit, wraps his arms around his waist and takes him over with a back suplex!! With Bryte down on the canvas, Panther walks over to a corner, steps out to the apron and begins to make the climb once again! COLE We saw this earlier on! Tina prevented him from hitting it! Let's see if Panther has better luck this time! The crowd clamors and comes to his feet as Panther stands upright on top, and with Bryte prone on the canvas, Panther leaps into the air, coming down upon his opponent with his trademark... COLE FROG SPLASH~! COACH That could do it! COLE He hooks the leg! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO~! Only a two count!!!!!! Panther looks frustrated as he pulls himself back to a knee. He grabs another handful of Bryte's hair, preparing to bring him back up, but when he reaches a standing position, Bryte shoves his arms away, reaches up and rakes his eyes, drawing boos from the crowd. CABOOSE YES! Judo chop by Bryte sends Panther staggering back into the ropes, followed up by a forearm shot from the rookie. Bryte grabs Panther's arm and tries to send him in with an Irish whip--NO!!!!! Reversal by Panther sends Bryte into the ropes! Bryte with a Tajiri-like handspring into the ropes, but as he's coming off with the elbow, Panther catches him from behind in full nelson! Another look of fear comes across Bryte's face as he desperately tries to escape Panther's grasp, but it's no use, as Panther flashes a smile into the main camera, and folds Bryte up with a Dragon Suplex!!!!! No Bridge, all impact!!!!!! Bryte instinctively pops back up to his feet, then staggers back into a nearby buckle, at which point, Panther turns to him with a sinister smile! CABOOSE Oh no! Oh yes!! Panther starts loading it up, when suddenly, Tina climbs back up onto the apron, hoping to stop Panther from doing the move. The referee approaches her, trying to persuade her to get down from the apron, when... CABOOSE My God, Tina! GET DOWN! GET DOWN!!! Panther charges in at Bryte and catches him with a swift, hard kick to the groin! Another! Another! GOOD GAWD ANOTHER! COLE RAPID-FIRE LOW BLOWS!!! RAPID-FIRE LOW BLOWS! MY GOD! After 9 swift kicks to the groin, Panther backs out takes a step back, draws Bryte out of the buckle and racks him with an uppercut to the groin, drawing another pop from the crowd. Tina hops down from the apron, with a look on her face that says...well..."oops". The ref turns back to the action just in time to see Panther double Bryte over with a boot to the midsection, slap on a 3/4 headlock, and drop him with a... COLE PANTHER CUTTER!!!!!!!! The crowd ERUPTS when he hits the move, and chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena. Panther springs back to his feet and turns to the main camera, soaking up the crowd reaction. Then, with a look of intensity in his eyes, he points at Bryte's body and makes a throat slitting gesture! COLE Panther's calling for the end! He's getting ready to finish this thing off! He reaches down, grabs a handful of hair, picks Bryte up off the canvas and pulls him into a standing headscissors, causing the crowd to clamor. Then, he wraps his arms around Bryte's waist, lifts him up into powerbomb position... COLE HERE IT IS...DA BOMB-- WAIT!!!!!!! Mid-move, Bryte wraps his legs around Panther's head and begins squeezing tightly. Panther holds Bryte up on his shoulders for a few moments, thenm slowly begins to slump to the canvas. The crowd looks stunned, not realizing just what's going on until we get another camera angle, showing us a close-up of the move. COLE What the... CABOOSE That's a triangle choke! Yes it is!! The crowd boos in the background as Bryte cinches up on the hold as much as he can, screamijng "TAAAAAP!!! TAP!!!! TAAAAAAAP!" Panther tries as hard as he can to fight the hold, scratching, clawing and pushing his way towards the ropes like he did earlier. It doesn't work this time, however, as Bryte has the hold applied perfectly, and soon enough, Panther begins to fade. The fans begin clapping and stomping in unison, trying to rally Panther out of the hold. COLE This crowd is making some noise for Panther! CABOOSE But he's not moving, Cole! Look at him! Panther is out! Indeed, he appears to be. From the floor, Tina looks on with concern as the referee once again comes in and checks Panther's left arm. He raises the arm once... AND IT DROPS!!!!!!! The ref raises Panther's arm a second time... AND IT STAYS UP!!!! CABOOSE No! COLE Panther's still in this thing! The crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison once again as Panther makes one more attempt to escape the hold. Panther rolls Bryte up onto the back of his neck, plants his feet under him, and...using every ounce of strength he can muster, he muscles Bryte up off the canvas, and with all his might, he snaps Bryte down to the canvas, dropping him right on the back of his neck with... COLE DA BOMB!!!!! DA BOMB! HE GOT IT! Yes! But Panther's spent as well! Both men are down on the canvas, as Tina paces back and forth about the ringside area. The cans begin clapping and stomping once again, chanting "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" at the top of their lungs! COLE Both men are down!!! Both men have taken a helluva lot of punishment in this match already! Who will get up first?! Will it be... CABOOSE It's Bryte!!!! Bryte begins pulling himself up onto his knees, trying to shake off the effects of Da Bomb. He begins crawling over to the ropes just as as Panther is beginning to stir. Bryte crawls out to the apron, grabs a hold of the middle rope, and uses it to pull himself back to his feet. Once he gets reaches a standing position, he then begins ascending the turnbuckles! COLE Chris Bryte...is he headed up top! CABOOSE Apparently! I'm not so sure that this is the smart thing to do! COACH Well he's doing it! COLE But watch Panther... Just as Bryte reaches the top rope, Panther reaches his feet. He makes a lunge for the top rope, shaking it and causing Bryte to fall and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! The crowd cheers wildly in the background! CABOOSE Well, there goes the honeymoon plans! COLE Panther...at the last split second, crotching Bryte on the top! Chris Bryte is in trouble, and now watch Panther! What's he preparing to do here?! Panther walks over to Bryte, turns his back to him and pushes himself up onto the second turnbuckle, with Bryte over his head. The crowd clamors as Panther muscles Bryte up over his shoulder...and in to tombstone position! COLE Oh no! CABOOSE He wouldn't! He would! With the crowd on its feet, Panther stands upright on the middle rope, and leaps off with Bryte, driving him headfirst into the mat with... COLE THE TRUTH!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD, THE TRUTH!!!!!! COACH From the second turnbuckle!!!!!!! COLE CHRIS BRYTE IS DEAD!!!!!!! As Bryte lies motionless on the canvas, Panther crawls over to his prone body and makes the cover. Hook of the leg... CROWD 1....2....3!!!!!!!!!! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here is your winner of the second fall...PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRR~! COLE Panther has tied the match at one fall a piece! Emphatically! CABOOSE I can't believe he just did that! How reckless can you be! He could've...he could've just ended the man's career! COLE And he's just seconds away from ending Bryte's career once and for all! There's no way Bryte comes back from that! No way! COACH Can we get another look at that?! The Living Anglelously logo scrolls across the ring once again as we see a couple of instant replays of the Truth from the second rope. The logo scrolls across the screen once again, as the 30 second break comes to an end. * DING DING DING * COLE It's now time for the third and final fall! The loser of this fall will lose his career, and judging by the looks of things, the loser will be Chris Bryte! Bryte isn't moving at all after the Truth. He's just lying there in a pool of blood with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. Panther has a sick, twisted smile on his face as he hovers above his opponent. Then, as Tina looks on from the floor, with her hands clasped together, almost as if she's in prayer, Panther plants his boot squarely into Bryte's chest, ready to put him out of his misery... 1... 2... WAIT A MINUTE! COLE Panther...he just took his foot off! What the hell... COACH He had it won! Bryte's done! Indeed! But Panther's NOT done! With the crowd cheering him on, Panther reaches down, grabs him by the hair and pulls his limp carcass up off the canvas! REFEREE C'mon, Panther! You're gonna kill him! *THUD* Panther shoves the ref to the mat one more time, drawing another loud pop from the crowd. He then scoops Bryte back up over his shoulder, turns towards the main camera, and with another smile on his face, drops the lifeless rookie in the Truth one more time!!!!! Panther looks down upon his Bryte, with a look of intensity on his face, as the chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" start up again. Then, Panther makes a nonchalant cover... 1... 2.. NO! Panther pulls him up! CABOOSE What the hell is Panther doing?! COLE Panther has lost it! Panther wants to maim Bryte! He will not stop until this kid can never walk again! The official again pleads with Panther to stop, but Panther shoves him hard to the canvas, this time, with so much force that the ref rolls backwards out of the ring and out to the floor. Panther then turns back to Bryte and once again drags his limp body up off the mat. Now with Bryte in a seated position, Panther kneels down and locks on a dragon sleeper! The crowd pops once more in the background as Panther turns Bryte over onto his stomach and transitions the hold into the Truth Infection (Dragon Clutch). COLE Truth Infection by Panther! Truth Infection... CABOOSE What is the meaning of this?! HE'S OUT!!!!!!! COLE Panther...my goodness he's snapped! By now, Tina has crawled her way into the ring, tears streaming down her face as she rushes to Panther's side, begging him to release the hold. Panther doesn't seem to hear her, however, and begins wrenching back even further on the hold as the rabid crowd cheers him on. Frustrated, Tina begins screaming at Panther! TINA LET HIM GO!!!!!! PANTHER, PLEASE! JUST LET HIM GO!!!!!!!! She grabs Panther's right arm and begins trying to pry it from around Chris Bryte's neck, pulling with all her might! Suddenly... *THUD* ...Panther rises and shoves Tina off of him, sending her tumbling back to the canvas. Panther turns sharply and shoots an intense glare in her direction, sending her fearfully scrambling to the arena floor. Panther then turns back to Bryte with a sinister look. He stadles his back, reaches down and re-applies the Truth Infection, drawing another pop from the crowd! CABOOSE We may need security out here to break this thing up! Panther's absolutely lost it! Panther continues to wrench back on the hold as a distraught Tina looks on from the outside. She begins yanking at her blood red hair, trying to thing of a way to keep Panther from killing her fiance. Suddenly, she turns to the crowd and looks down, noticing HHH's sledgehammer lying just on the other side of the guardrail. Moving as quickly as possible, she reaches over the rail, grabs the hammer and starts back to the ring. Then, as Panther continues to cinch up on the hold, Tina slides into the ring, runs up behind Panther and drives the BUTT of the hammer right into the back of his head, knocking him to the canvas! The crowd boos wildly as Tina looks down at Panther, tears streaming down her cheek as she stands above Panther, wielding the hammer. Dazed, Panther slowly pulls himself up to a knee, shakes the cobwebs loose, then looks up at Tina, a look of confusion in his eyes. Tina sobs as she and Panther look eyes. TINA (sniff) I'm sorry! And with that... *WHAM* Tina drives the hammer right into Panther's face, knocking him unconscious. She quickly discards the hammer, then grabs Bryte and pulls him on top of Panther, exiting the ring just as the referee begins to crawl back inside. COLE Oh no! No! Don't tell me! The ref slowly pulls himself into position to count the fall, crawling hand over hand... COLE No! Not like this! C'mon! Both combatants lie motionless on the mat, Bryte's arm draped across Panther's body...and the ref begins to count... 1.... 2...... 3!!!!!!!! * DING DING DING * Cue: "It's Goin' Down" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, YOUR WINNER: CHRRRRRIIIIIIS...BRRRRRYYYYYYYYTE!!!!!! COLE DAMN IT!!!!!! NO!!! DAMN IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! CABOOSE Believe it, Cole! Panther's lost! Panther is done! Panther is gone from the OAOAST! I love it! COLE My God! I just can't...Panther... CABOOSE And don't even bother trying to make excuses Cole! You saw what happened! Panther tried to kill this man! He could've pinned Bryte anytime he wanted after The Truth from the middle rope, but he didn't! He tried to hurt Bryte! He tried to cripple him, and in the process, Panther beat himself! He's got no one to blame for this but himself, and I'm glad to see him gone! Good riddance! COLE Panther...I'm not gonna say I agree with his actions towards the closing stages but...to have it all end this way. This is...this is just unbelievable! On the floor, the camera spots Tina seated up against the ring apron bawling uncontrollably. She takes a deep breath to compose herself, climbs back to her feet, then reaches into the ring, grabbing Bryte by his right arm and dragging his lifeless body out to the floor. She drapes his right arm around her neck, wraps her arm around his waist and begins to carry the youngster back up the ramp to the locker room, with the crowd booing wildly as she makes her exit. At the top of the ramp, she turns back to the ring and takes once last look at Panther. She wipes a tear from her right eye, turns back to the locker room, and carried Bryte back through the curtain.

The match-up graphic for Panther/Chris Bryte appears on screen, drawing a slight pop from the crowd. Career Match: 2/3 Falls Panther vs. Chris Bryte Cole Ladies and gentlemen...UP NEXT! It's 2-out-of-3-Falls! Panther vs. the rookie, Chris Bryte! Both men's wrestling careers will be on the line! Fans...let's take a look at what led up to this encounter! Dramatic music plays in the background as we fade into a video package highlighting the entire Panther/Tina/Chris Bryte saga (starting with Panther's loss to the unknown Bryte on the January 1st HeldDOWN and showing clips of Tina's revealing her relationship with Bryte a week later, Panther's winning the 24/7 Title, Panther's successful title defense against Bryte from early February, the whole ordeal with Bryte, Tina and Axel, which led to Bryte accidentally costing Panther the 24/7 Title to Axel, a backstage confrontation between Panther and Tina, during which Tina begs with Panther not to retaliate against Bryte, warning him that she'll be forced to side with Chris against him if he does, the Panther/Gunner match, which Panther loses thanks in part to a miscue from guest ref Chris Bryte, Bryte's marriage proposal to Tina, Panther snapping on Tina after she asks him to be the best man for their wedding, the mysterious attack on Tina from two weeks ago, which left her hospitalized with a minor skull fracture, Bryte walking in on a Panther/Tina kiss from this past week's show and him subsequently challenging Panther to a career match for the PPV, which Panther reluctantly accepts). When the video ends, we cut to the interview area, where Jackie Gayda (with a mic) is standing alongside Tina. The fans inside the arena give a mixed reaction when Tina's image appears on the Angletron. JACKIE Well, fans, you just saw how this situation with Panther and Chris Bryte came about. Right now, I'm back here with Tina, Chris Bryte's fiancee and Panther's former manager. And Tina, first off, I'd just like to know what kind of condition you're in after that attack you suffered two weeks ago? TINA Well, Jackie, I'm not 100% by any means. I feel like crap to be honest, I probably shouldn't even be here...but with everything that's been going on between Panther and Chris lately, I felt I needed to be here. JACKIE I understand. Now Tina, we're just about ready for the match...it's a career match, as you know. 2-out-of-3 falls. And in the past, Tina, you've been quoted as saying that in an issue between Panther and Bryte, regardless of your history with Panther or any feelings that you've held for him in the past, in the end, your support would lie firmly with your fiance, Chris Bryte. But one has to wonder...after what we saw this past Thursday on HeldDOWN...with the kiss you shared with Panther...have your feelings on the matter changed any...? Tina looks troubled as Gayda holds the mic up to her lips, awaiting her answer. She opens her mouth, preparing to speak, but before she's able to respond... CHRIS BRYTE (off camera) Wait a minute! Wait just a darn minute, Jackie! Both women jump, startled by the unexpected interuption, and the crowd inside the arena boos wildly as Chris Bryte enters the picture. He places his right arm around Tina, pulls her close to his chest, and, with his left hand, moves the mic towards his mouth. BRYTE Have her feelings changed, Jackie?! What kinda stupid question is that?! Of course they haven't changed! What you have to realize, what the people need to realize, and most importantly, what PANTHER needs to realize is that Tina and I...WE'RE IN LOVE! (crowd boos) She loves me, I love her, and there's nothing that Panther or anybody walking the face of this earth could ever do to change that! Now Jackie...I hear you speak about that kiss in the hospital last week, and I know what you're thinking! You're just like all these little teenie boppers out there! You think it's SOOOO cute! SOOOO romantic! But Jackie, you and all these Panther groupies out there fail to realize the truth of it all...that Panther took advantage of an injured woman! She was medicated! She didn't know what was going on! She was vulnerable and Panther took advantage of her, and that, in my eyes, makes Panther probably the lowest piece of crap walking the face of this earth! And to think, Panther! To think that I tried so hard to be your friend! That I tried so hard to put our differences aside and help you out...only to have you pull something like this! You make me SICK! (crowd boos) Well tonight, Panther, I make you pay for what you've done! All of the pain that you've caused me over the past week will come back onto you! 2-out-of-3 falls! Me and you! They said that my first win over you was a fluke! People said that there was no way that I could beat you again! Well tonight, Panther, I'm gonna prove all the critics wrong! Tonight, not only will I beat you again...I'm gonna do it twice in one match! And when I'm through with you, Panther, not only can you never show your face in the OAOAST again, but you will never be able to come near Tina AGAIN! Never! As long as you live! The crowd boos in the background, and mild chants of "Chris Bryte Sucks" start up inside the arena. Chris grits his teeth, turns to Tina and gives her a hard kiss on the cheek. He then turns back to the camera with a look of intensity. BRYTE Panther...the time for talk is done! Now, it's showtime, and I guarantee you that you're in for the shock of a lifetime when we step in that ring! Forget about the Panther's Way! Tonight, and for now on...things around here are only gonna be going the Chris Bryte way! And guess what Panther...THERE CAN'T BE ANY OTHER WAY! (LOUD boos from the crowd) C'mon, Tina! Let's go! Bryte kisses her on the cheek once more and storms out of the scene, leaving Tina alone with Jackie. Tina is trembling a bit, and has a look of fear on her face as she glares in Brytes direction. She then turns to Jackie, sighs, and follows Bryte off camera. Our camera then cut back to ringside, focusing on a group of fans in the front row holding up signs such as "HOFF DADDY", "Sly Sommers is my Hero", and "Panther and Tina, sittin' in a tree...". We focus on these signs for a good 10 seconds, when suddenly, *TRIPLE H * shoves his way through the crowd and leaps into camera shot, a sledgehammer in his right hand and a water bottle in the other. COLE Well folks...you see all the big names are in the house for this one. We've even got the WWE's Triple H in attendence! COACH Yup. THE GAME is in the house! CABOOSE Christ! He even holds the fans down! Look at him! Triple H poses and spits water for a few moments, all while trying to keep nearby fans out of his camera shot. We then cut to Michael Buffer, who's standing in the center of the ring with a mic. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is a CAREER MATCH, and is scheduled for the best 2-out-of-3 falls! "It's Goin' Down" by the Linkin' Park feat. the X-Ecutioners hits the PA system, and the arena slowly fades to black. A deep blue hue covers the arena, white strobe lights begin flashing at the entrance, and a thick smoke pours out from the locker room. Watch them flee Watch them flee Watch them flee Hip-Hop hits And you do it like this Suddenly, the locker room curtains swing open and Chris Bryte steps out from the locker room, met by a chorus of boos from the capacity crowd. Tina follows closely behind him, and after Bryte takes a few moments to play to the crowd, he throws his right fist into the air and the couple heads down the ramp to ringside. Buffer Introducing first...being accompanied to the ring by his fiancee, TINA...hailing from Topeka, Kansas, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds...here is CHRIS...BRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYTE!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Bryte's name. Upon reaching ringside, Bryte slides under the bottom rope, springs to his feet and runs towards the far corner, hopping onto the middle turnbuckle and raising the double fists to the crowd, holding the pose as numerous camera flashes go off around the arena:: Cole There he is, folks! Chris Bryte! His very first PPV match, and boy is it a doozy! Caboose "A doozy?!" Really, Cole! What are you? 80?! Geez! Cole (Rolls eyes) Yeah, well...Chris Bryte sounds very confident heading into this match, 'Boose. Which is good, but...well...keep in mind that this man just began wrestling in January! His first match EVER was on January 1st against Panther! Caboose And he BEAT Panther! Fair and square, might I add! Cole Well...whether or not it was a clean win is debatable, but it was a win nonetheless. However, as far as tonight goes...I dunno, guys! I just can't see Bryte winning this thing! Coach I feel ya home slice! I mean, really! Bryte has to pin Panther not once, but TWICE to win this thing. I can't even see him doing it once! I think Bryte made a mistake by asking for this match! A career match at that! Caboose Ah, listen to you two! Now I don't like Bryte at all! Personally, I'd just love to see these two idiots just destroy each other and be gone from the OAOAST forever! But you've gotta see this match for what it is! This isn't just a match! This is personal! Panther tried to take advantage of this man's woman! The love of his life! Bryte's mad! He's pissed off, and he will stop at nothing to beat Panther here...and I think that he's gonna do it! He's got the motivation, and most importantly, he's got Tina! Cole Yes...but what role *will* Tina play in this match?! Caboose What do you mean what role...didn't you just see what happened backstage?! She's standing by her man! Coach I dunno! She didn't look to enthusiastic in the locker room a second ago! Cole I dunno. So many questions relating to this match! The time for answers is now! Here we go, folks! By now, Bryte has hopped down from the ropes and is now warming up in the ring. Suddenly, Bryte's music abruptly stops, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The arena suddenly goes black, and after approximately 5 seconds... **BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!** ...a HUGE pyro blast at the entrance rocks the arena. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on stage, where Panther appears through a thick cloud of smoke, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Clad in his white "Panther 215 gear" with red trim, Panther appears to be in deep thought as he strolls towards the edge of the take and pauses, glaring into the crowd with a look of intensity. Then, as the horns begin to blare in the background, Panther, on cue, raises his arms high above his head, holding the pose momentarily as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then snaps them down by his sides. The spotlights disperse about the arena, Panther takes a deep breath, then starts down the ramp WITH PURPOSE~!:: Buffer His opponent...hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety-Eight Pounds...he is known around the world as the Champion of Champions...PAAAAAAAAAAANTHERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! Cole What an ovation for Panther! These fans are on their feet for the Champion of Champions! They are on their feet for...for... Coach What the hell?! Panther is about 3/4 the way down the ramp when suddenly, a LAARGE, muscular black man climbs over the ringside barricades and saunters into his path. Panther stops dead in his tracks, confused as the unknown man turns to him with his arms folded against his chest. Coach My God, AHMED JOHNSON LIVES~! Cole That's not Ahmed! I dunno who this man is, but... As Panther eyes the large man uneasily, the lights slowly return to normal, giving us a better look at the man. He's wearing a dark blue tank top, fairly tight-fitting blue jeans and dirty tan boots, and has a crazed smile on his face as he gazes psychotically at Panther. Panther shrugs his shoulders and takes a couple of steps towards the man, when suddenly, the monster springs into action, raising his right leg and... *WHAM* ...mowing Panther down with a thunderous Mafia Kick!!! Panther's music stops abruptly and the crowd begins to boo wildly as the man hovers above Panther, motioning for him to get up. Cole My God! Caboose He almost took his head off! Cole This man has just assaulted Panther! Panther's supposed to be wrestling a career match here...what the...what...oh no! Coach He's busted! Indeed. The camera does a close-up on Panther's face, and a small trickle of blood begins to stream down his forehead. Panther slowly begins to pull himself back to his feet, but as soon as he reaches a vertical base, the unknown man sends him right back down with a HARD right hand to the forehead. Panther instinctively springs back to his feet, but he's mowed right back down with another right! Panther springs back up one more time, and is on rubber legs, staggering around the ramp, throwing punches at the air, hoping to, in some way, fend off this surprise onslaught. Then, with a sinister smile on his face, the monster opens his right hand, rears back, extending it high into the air, then brings it down onto Panther's head, locking him in a claw hold. The crowd boos wildly in the background. Cole Claw hold! This monster has Panther... Caboose Can you believe this?! Coach This guy's hand is almost as big as Panther's head! Good God! Cole Where the hell is security?!?!?! ::Panther's screaming bloody murder as the big man squeezes the life out of him with his right hand; Panther's blood runs down his hands and wrists as the man applies more and more pressure. The man squeezes and squeezes, driving Panther down to one knee as, at ringside, a nervous Tina looks on in horror. She fidgets a bit, contemplating whether or not she should help out her former companion. Then, as officials and event staff begin to pour out of the locker room, Tina decides to take action. She runs up the ramp, rears back and blasts the behemoth with a clubbing forearm between the shoulder blades, causing him to drop Panther's limp body to the ground. The shot really doesn't have an effect on him, however, and he turns sharply to face her, causing Tina's eyes and mouth to open in fear. Her teeth begins to chatter, her knees begin to shake, and she slowly raises her right hand, pointing her index finger in the man's direction... Tina Y-y-y...(gulps) YOU~! ::The man nods his head affimatively and smiles, advancing on Tina. However, before he can do any damage, he's grabbed by a bevy of security guards, who desperately struggle to muscle the man's arms behind his back so that they can cuff him. 3 or 4 more guards rush onto the scene, and after a moment of struggle, they're able to put the cuffs on the man:: Cole Finally! Security able to get this situation under control! Coach Tina said "You!" Like she recognized him or something. Cole She seemed scared to death on top of that....guys...you don't think...could this have been the man who attacked Tina?! Coach I dunno. This is crazy! ::Security is preparing to escort him out of the building, when suddenly, the man snaps his cuffs and in one motion, flings his arms into the air, throwing ALL of the guards and event staff that tried to subdue him to the ground. He shoots a sinister glance at Tina (freezing her in her tracks), then smugly looks down at the semi-conscious Panther, who's lying at his feet. His damage already done, he flicks the blood off of his hands, steps over Panther's body and climbs back into the crowd from where he came. In the ring, Bryte and the assigned referee look on in confusion:: Cole Panther's hurt, folks! Caboose No crap! Did you see the size of that guy's hands?! Cole This monster of a man has just laid out Panther...why?! I dunno! All I know is that we've got a wrestler down...we've got a match scheduled here...my God! ::With the fans cheering him on, Panther rolls over onto his stomach, presses the palms of his hands against the steel ramp and slowly begins to push himself back to his feet. However, Panther's completely out of it from the attack, and ends up falling back down onto his face. Panther tries to push himself back up a second time, to similar results. Panther then begins crawling forward, pulling himself hand over hand before falling once more, this time at the feet of Tina. The crowd clamors in anticipation of Tina's actions. Tina nervously looks down at Panther (who's grasping her right foot), then turns back to the ring to look at Bryte. Unsympathetic, Bryte motions for her to throw Panther into the ring. Tina seems confused, and looks down at Panther a second time, who's bleeding profusely. She starts to reach down to help him up, but suddenly stops, turns and looks back at Chris. Again, Bryte tells her to throw him into the ring. Tina takes a deep breath, sighs, and then reaches down, clasping Panther's left arm in her hands. Slight chants of "TI-NA, TI-NA" are starting up in the crowd (primarily among the famale fans) as she drapes Panther's arm around her neck, wraps her arms around his waist, and gently helps him to his feet. Tina pauses once Panther reaches a standing position, taking a long, hard look at Panther's face as the blood streams down. Panther's body nearly slips out of her arms, but she catches him and pulls him close, looking deep into Panther's eyes. Tears appear to be building up in Tina's eyes as she gazes at him for a moment, and it appears as if she may ignore Bryte's request and help Panther back to the locker room. However, she suddenly turns, drags him over to the ring apron and rolls Panther inside, drawing slight boos from the crowd. The referee calls for the bell:: **Ding Ding Ding** Cole Tina rolling Panther back into the ring. This match is underway! Coach Panther's not moving though. How can the ref ring the bell to start the match when Panther's obviously...he's not in shape to wrestle. Cole Well...yes. Judgment call by the official. But watch Panther here! Panther's starting to move... Indeed. Panther extends his right hand into the air, making desperate swipes at the air as he attempts to roll over onto his stomach. Panther's too weak though, and once again collapses, this time falling flat on his back. Hovering above him, Bryte turns, looks at the crowd for a moment...then drops to the mat for a lateral press on Panther. He hooks the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!! *DING DING DING* ::The crowd boos LOUDLY as Bryte springs back to his feet with his arms raised high into the air:: Cole I can't believe it! Buffer Here is your winner of the first fall...CHRIS...BRYTE!!!!!!! Cole Chris Bryte has just defeated Panther to take the first fall of the match... Caboose And what about that, Cole?! What about that, Coach?! You said that it couldn't be done, but there it is! Right there in the middle of the ring, Chris Bryte has just pinned Panther for the second time! Coach Oh sure. Only after the man got his ass kicked on the outside! Caboose Oh stop your excuses, Cole! Chris Bryte has just proved you wrong! You and all of these moronic fans here tonight! I love it! Cole The fans don't like this, but that fall's gonna count, unfortunately. Panther's got a 30 second rest period and fans, let's take another look at what just went down a moment ago. ::The Living Angleously logo scrolls across the screen as we cut to an instant replay of Panther being assaulted on the outside by the unknown man. We then flash to the image of Panther lying in the ring, with Bryte easily covering his prone body for the 1-2-3. The Living Angleously logo scrolls back across the screen to end the replay, and in live action, Panther is still down on the mat as the referee calls for the bell to start the second fall.:: *DING DING DING* Now with a big grin on his face, Bryte walks back over to the fallen Panther and goes for another lateral press... Caboose This'll do it right here! Coach No! Kick out, Panther! 1... 2... THRRR--NO!!!!!!!!!! Panther gets his right foot on the bottom rope at the last second, drawing a pop from the crowd. Angered, Bryte hooks the right leg and orders the ref to count once more. 1... 2... THRRRRRR--NOOOOO!!!!!! PANTHER KICKS OUT BEFORE THE COUNT OF THREE, drawing another pop from the crowd. Frustrated, Bryte strikes the mat, then grabs Panther with both hands and begins choking him on the mat. The crowd boos in the background as he bangs Panther's head against the canvas repeatedly! Referee C'mon, Chris! Break the choke! Break it! 1...2... Bryte breaks on two, then mounts Panther, sitting on his chest as he rains down with piston-like right hands to the open wound on his head. He then begins ripping and clawing at the gash as the referee attempts to pull him off of Panther! Cole Chris Bryte is vicious here in the early going! Indeed he is! The referee finally succeeds in pulling Bryte off of Panther, and Panther rolls over to a kneeling position, trying to shake off the effects of the earlier attack, but Bryte's right back on him, charging in with a kick to the face that sends Panther tumbling backwards to the mat. Panther pulls himself back to his knees once again, but another well-placed boot by Bryte sends the Champ of Champs falling back into the second turnbuckle of a nearby corner. Bryte again pounces Panther, leaping onto his chest with a double stomp, then jamming his right foot into Panther's throat choking him once more and causing Panther to kick and flail his legs wildly. The referee steps in once again. Referee 1...2...3...4...BREAK THE DAMN CHOKE! Bryte refuses to, however, and the referee is once again forced to pull Bryte off of Panther, grabbing two handfuls of hair and yanking him to the canvas, much to the crowd's delight. Bryte pops back to his feet and begins arguing with the ref, giving Panther some much-needed time to regain his bearings. Panther reaches up, grabs the top rope with both hands and pulls himself back to a standing position. However, as soon as he reaches his feet, Bryte charges in on him again, catching Panther with a running forearm to the jaw that sends him back into the buckle. Bryte buries a couple of boots into Panther's midsection, then grabs Panther's right arm for an Irish whip... Oh! But Panther holds onto the top rope to block the move! Caboose Uh oh! Cole Panther's still got some life left in him, folks! Bryte tries the whip a second time, but again, Panther holds on. Bryte catches Panther with another forearm shot, followed by two more stomps to the midsection to soften him up before trying the whip again. However, Panther manages to counter, reversing the momentum on Bryte and pulling him up onto his shoulders in fireman's carry position Cole The Deep End! Panther's got Bryte in position for the Deep End-- But Bryte quickly manages to slip off of Panther's shoulders, landing behind him. He shoves Panther forward, into the ropes, going up for a very HIIIIIGH elevation dropkick as Panther comes off, but... *THUD* ....PANTHER HOLDS ON, and Bryte hits HARD off the canvas, again, to the crowd's delight. As Bryte winces in pain on the mat, Panther quickly moves in on him, grabbing Bryte's legs, stepping through with his right leg, and grapevining Bryte's legs with his own. Bryte desperately attempts to fight, but it's no use, as Panther swings his left leg over, and sits down on the... Cole SHARPSHOOTER!!!!!! SHARPSHOOTER!!!!!! PANTHER'S GOT IT LOCKED!!!!!! Yes! The crowd ERUPTS as Panther wrenches back on the hold, with Bryte scratching and clawing at the mat, trying to find a way of escape. Cole Fans, you remember it was one month ago at Anglemania! Gunner Sharps had Panther locked in this very hold when Chris Bryte, the assigned official for the match, called for the bell, claiming that Panther had tapped out! Panther denied tapping! He believes that Chris Bryte screwed him out of that match at Anglemania, and right here tonight, he could be seconds away from getting his revenge by making Chris Bryte tap to the Sharpshooter FOR REAL! Caboose Get to the ropes, Chris! Get to the ropes--NO! DON'T TAP! Bryte has his right hand extended into the air and appears to be ready to bring it down to the canvas, when suddenly, Panther releases the hold and drops to one knee, holding his head with his right hand. The official quickly runs to Panther's side to check on him. Coach It appears that Panther hasn't quite shaken the effects of that attack before the match. As the referee confers with Panther to see if he's able to continue, Bryte crawls over to the ropes on the far side of the ring and begins to pull himself back to his feet. Panther shakes the cobwebs loose, and pushes himself back to his feet, with his back facing Bryte. Immediately, Bryte tries to take advantage, charging Panther from behind and trying for a clothesline, but Panther spots him out of the corner of his eyes and ducks under. Bryte's momentum sends him into the ropes, and as he comes off, he runs right into a Dusty Rhodes-like elbow from Panther that sends him straight to the mat. Panther staggers into the ropes and Bryte quickly returns to his feet, hoping to capitalize once again. He charges in at Panther but gets caught coming in, and with a T-Bone Suplex, Panther dumps Bryte over the top rope and out to the floor, right at Tina's feet. Panther still appears somewhat groggy, stumbling out towards the center of the ring as Tina attends to her fiance on the outside. Bryte's furious, however, and shoves her off of him. He pulls himself back to a standing position and climbs back onto the apron, but a well-timed forearm shot from Panther knocks him right back to the floor. Bryte quickly pulls himself back up and climbs back onto the apron a second time, but another forearm shot sends him to the floor again! Bryte is PISSED, and begins banging at the ringside mats as he sits out on the floor admidst taunts from the ringside fans. Tina again offers to help Bryte up, but he shrugs her off again, and returns to his feet once more. He grabs a hold of the middle rope and pulls himself back to to the apron a third time, where Panther's waiting for him.. *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOO~! HARD chop to the chest of Bryte has the rookie reeling! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOO~! A second chop sends Bryte leaning backwards, gripping the top rope tightly in order to keep from falling from the apron. Panther then begins to go to work! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOO~! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOO~! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOOOOOO~! Three VICIOUS chops to the chest of Bryte has the younger reeling as he releases the top rope to clutch his beet-red chest with his left hand. Seizing the opportunity, Panther runs over to a near corner and perches himself upon the top rope. Before Bryte can realize what's going on, Panther leaps from the top, taking the rookie from the apron and to the floor with a beautifully executed flying rana. The crowd comes to its feet, with numerous "HOLY SHIT" chants breaking out across the arena. As Chris Bryte lies convulsing on the arena floor, Panther slaps the ringside mats, pushes himself back to his feet and...uh oh! UH OH!!! HE'S FIRED UP, DAMN IT~! Caboose Oh no! Cole Oh yes!!! Panther has just come alive, and will you listen to this crowd! The fans are frenzied as Panther huffs and puffs on the floor, gazing intensely into the crowd as chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" start up once more. Panther then reaches for his right glove, slowly undoing the velcro, yanking the glove from his hand and tossing it down to the floor. He then reaches for his left glove and does the same. Then, he turns back to Bryte and motions for him to "C'MON!" Cole My goodness, Panther's intense! Bryte pulls himself back to his feet, only to get ROCKED by a hard right hand from Panther! A second sends Bryte staggering back into the ring stairs, where Panther moves in on him, tearing into the rookie with a vicious flurry of rights! Lefts! Rights! Lefts! To to jaw! To the side of the head! Beating the rookie down into a seated position as the crowd goes wild in the background. Panther then turns away from Bryte, takes a couple of steps in the opposite direction (sending Tina scurrying around to the other side of the ring in the process), then turns back towards Bryte, charging and catching him with a running dropkick to the head, sandwiching the poor rookie's head up against the unforgiving steel. Panther springs right back to his feet and motions for the crowd to get up, inciting more cheers as Bryte's broken body slumps slowly to the floor! Cole It is ALL Panther right now! He is owning Chris Bryte at this moment, and these fans are absolutely loving it. Tina cautiously peers around the corner of the ring, nervously watching on as Panther stands above Bryte, looking down at the blood, which has run from his head and is now flowing down onto his jersey. With his right hand, Panther wipes some of the blood away from his forehead then reaches down, picks Bryte up and rolls him into the ring. Chris scrambles back to his feet as Panther follows him in. Cole The action now making its way back into the ring, and look at Bryte, guys! He's out of it! Indeed. Now, it's Bryte who's swinging wildly at the air, desperately trying to fend off Panther's onslaught. He manages to spot Panther and sends a wild right in his direction, but Panther ducks under and DRILLS him with another hard right hand. Bryte tries another, but Panther ducks once again, and another right hand sends him staggering back into a nearby corner. Panther moves in on him, catching him with a boot to the midsection, followed up by a HARD knife edge chop. He then grabs Bryte's right arm and sends him across the ring, causing him to hit backfirst off the opposite buckle and stagger out to the center of the ring. Panther quickly grabs the youngster and whips him back into the original buckle, this time with Bryte hitting HARD, sternum-first off the buckles. As Bryte staggers back out to the center of the ring, Panther comes up from behind, grabs a rear waistlock, and dumps him on the back of his head with a VICIOUS-looking German suplex. Panther springs back to his feet and shoots another look of intensity into the main camera. Cole This is vintage Panther, folks! Panther turns back to Bryte, who's now bleeding from the head due to Panther's attack on the floor. He motions for him to get up, and Bryte obliges, pulling himself up to a knee, then to a standing position, then lunging at Panther with another wild right...but Panther ducks under, grabs another rear waistlock, and FOLDS HIM UP with another German, taking him over with such force that Bryte rolls backwards onto his knees, then falls facefist onto the mat. On the floor, Tina covers her eyes, as the crowd noise gets louder. Cole We could be moments away from seeing the end of the second fall, fans! Panther is hot! This crowd is red hot! And Chris Bryte may be ripe for the pickings! Panther is now standing above Bryte, as we've seen so many times before, begging, pleading with the youngster to get back up! Bryte tries to oblige him, pulling himself back to his knees, and slowly crawling over to the ropes. When he reaches them, he grabs the top rope, attempting to pull himself back up, but is too weak, and ends up collapsing throat-first across the middle rope. Concerned, Tina runs around the ring and over to her fiance, trying to hold back to tears as she watches him lying motionless across the middle rope. She reaches up to him, clasping his bloodied face in her hands... ...but Panther quickly intervenes, grabbing the waistband of Bryte's trunks and yanking him off the ropes (to a good-sized pop from the crowd). He pulls the groggy youngster back to standing position, and as Tina looks on, trembling from the outside, Panther grabs another rear waistlock... Coach Third German coming up-- NO!!!!!! Bryte with a reverse elbow catches Panther on the jaw! A second elbow breaks Panther's grip, sending him stumbling backwards. Bryte rests against the top rope for a moment, taking a second or two to gather himself before turning to Panther and firing off another wild right hand. Panther ducks under yet again, slips behind Bryte, grabs another rear waistlock, and takes the rookie up and over with a release German... Crowd OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!! Cole Dear GOD! ...dropping Bryte stomach-first on the top turnbuckle with incredible impact. Tina cringes on the outside as Panther springs back to his feet, and a loud chant of "HOLY SHIT" starts up from the crowd. Coach Did you hear Bryte's body hit off that turnbuckle?! Cole Chris Bryte is being absolutely taken apart by the Champion of Champions! My God, this is getting brutal! The referee moves in to check on Bryte, who's teetering upside down on the buckle. Suddenly, Panther grabs the ref by his shirt and tosses him aside (drawing another crowd pop), then begins going to work Bryte, stomping him in the back of the head repeatedly. The referee move in a second time, trying to stop the onslaught, but is shoved aside once more by Panther, who walks over to the opposite buckle and turns back to Bryte, measuring him. With the crowd cheering him on, Panther grits his teeth, slaps his chest and darts across the ring, catching Bryte with a low dropkick to the back of the head that sends Bryte's face crashing HARD off the middle turnbuckle. The referee admonishes Panther, but he's shoved aside again. Panther climbs back to his feet, walks over to the buckle, grabs Bryte by the hair pulls him upright, allowing us to see his face. In addition to the head injury, Bryte's now bleeding from the nose and is coughing up blood from his mouth (which may or may not be the result of an internal injury). Panther shoves Bryte up, causing him to lean backwards, nearly falling off the top turnbuckle. Panther then rips into Bryte with a chop... *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOO~! ...and another... *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOO~! And ANOTHER! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOOOO~! With Bryte completly out of it on the top rope, Panther begins to climb up with him, placing both feet on the second rope, pulling himself up...then deciding to go a rung higher...ALLLL THE WAY TO THE TOP! Caboose What's he going for now?! With both men up on top, Panther nails Bryte with a right hand. A second. He then grabs Bryte in a front facelock, drapes his right arm up over his head, and begins pulling the rookie back to a standing position. Bryte places both feet on the to turnbuckle, trying to steady himself to keep from falling off, when suddenly, Panther hooks Bryte's right leg with his left arm, and with the crowd cheering once again in the background, Panther lifts him up and takes him ALLL THE WAY DOWN with a tremendous... Cole PANTHERPLEX!!!!!!!! MY GOD! THE PANTHERPLEX FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!! The men hit the canvas with incredible impact, but Panther manages to hold his grip, and kips up into a bridge! Coach And that'll do it right there! The ref slides into position and counts the fall... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! NO! NO! NO!!! ONLY A TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cole and Coach WHAT?! Cole How in the hell...after all the punishment Bryte has taken, how is he even...how did he kick outta that?! Caboose I told you idiots! The man's got determination! He's motivated! He will not allow himself to be beaten by Panther! Cole Well he may not have a choice here in a moment! Look at this. Panther brings Bryte back to a standing position and rips into him with another chop! Another! Panther with another Irish whip sends Bryte bouncing off the buckle, and Panther catches him coming off with a NOT-SO MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER, planting him in the center of the ring. Back to his feet, Panther looks down at Bryte, then starts towards the turnbuckle. The crowd pops as Panther steps out to the apron and begins making the climb. Cole Fans...despite that attack before the match, Panther has pretty much dominated this one. He has owned this match. Chris Bryte...unfortunately for him, just no match for Panther, and we may be about the see the beginning of the end of this young man's career! The crowd comes to its feet as Panther reaches the top and looks down upon Chris Bryte, who lies bloodied and beaten on the canvas. Suddenly, Tina pulls herself onto the apron and grabs Panther's attention. Coach What's this?! The teary-eyed Tina begins pleading with Panther not to jump, imploring him to just call the match off instead. The crowd boos in the background, with a large (mostly male) portion of the crowd beginning to chant "FUCK HER UP, PAN-THER, FUCK HER UP! **CLAP CLAP**" Panther says something to Tina and the two begin to argue. Suddenly, Chris Bryte comes to life, springing to his feet, dashing towards the corner where Panther is, springboarding off the second rope and leaping into the air, catching Panther with an enzuiguri that sends him tumbling forward from the top rope. The crowd is in shock! Cole Chris Bryte... Coach Did you just...did I just see what I thought I saw?! Cole Great athletecism by Bryte...I certainly...I never saw that coming. Caboose Look at Tina! I don't even think *she* saw it coming either! That seems to be the case, as Tina's looking at Bryte with mouth wide open. As she hops off the apron, the injured Bryte pulls himself back up and limps over to a far corner, clutching at his ribs. Meanwhile, Panther shakes loose the cobwebs from the enzuiguri and picks himself back up. He turns, spots Bryte in the corner and moves in on him. When he gets there, however, Bryte swiftly turns and catches him with a stiff looking kick to the right calf, causing Panther to drop down to a knee. Bryte limps over to another corner as Panther, seemingly more surprised than hurt, picks himself back up once again. Again, he sees Bryte resting in the buckle and decides to go after him. He moves in on Bryte, rearing back, perhaps going for another Dusty-like elbow, but as he's following through, Bryte turns sharply again, catching Panther's elbow in his left hand. As Panther looks on in confusion, Bryte (with his right hand) catches Panther with a swift judo chop to the kidneys and an open-hand thrust to the armpit, again, causing Panther to drop to his knees in pain. As Panther attempts to gather himself, Bryte walks out to the center of the ring, turns and motions for Panther, screaming "C'MON YOU SONUVABITCH!" Bryte slaps the canvas, with a look of intensity in his eyes, and when Panther turns to face him... *CRACK* He's met with a VICIOUS martial arts kick right to the shoulder blade! *CRACK* Another catches Panther right in the side of the neck. Then, Bryte takes a martial arts stance, lets loose a wild battle cry and... *CRACK~!* NAILS Panther with a roundhouse kick to the side of the jaw, putting him flat on his back! The crowd boos wildly as Bryte saunters around the ring with a smug look on his face. On the floor, Tina's shooting Bryte a "WTF?!" stare! Coach Where the hell is this coming from?! Cole I...I dunno. I really don't know! The ref attends to Panther, who's sitting on the mat holding his jaw. When asked if he can continue, Panther once again shoves him aside and pushes himself back to his feet. However, as soon as he reaches a veritcal base, Bryte moves back in on him with a swift kick to the ribs, doubling him over. Another one to the shoulder spins Panther around. Panther tries to use his momentum to come at Bryte with a Roaring Elbow, but Bryte catches Panther's forearm with both hands, turns into it, and uses it to take Panther over with a jude throw! With Panther on the mat, Bryte, from behind, reaches around Panther's and clasps his hands, trapping Panther in a head and arm lock. Then, with his hands pulled up under Panther's throat, Bryte applies a bodyscissors and falls back to the canvas, wrenching back on the hold with all his might. Panther struggles to escape the hold, squirming and flailing his free arm in an effert to get loose. Luckily, the hold is applied close to the ropes, and Panther's able to hook the bottom rope with his right hand. Referee C'mon, Chris! Break it! 1...2...3... Bryte breaks on three, and climbs back to a standing position while Panther gasps for air on the mat. Suddenly, Bryte reaches down and slaps Panther in the back of the head, drawing his ire. He slaps him again, and we begin to see a look of anger building up in Panther's eyes. He pulls himself up to his knees and comes at Bryte with a spear, driving him back a few steps, but Bryte is able to drive Panther facefirst down to the canvas, where he begins tearing into the Champ of Champs with a series of VICOUS knee strikes to the top of the head. He then grabs Panther, pulls him into a front bodyscissors and locks him up in a guillotine choke. Bryte wrenches back of the head of Panther once again as Panther violently attempts to escape! Cole Chris Bryte...first with those martial arts strikes...now submission moves?! What the hell is going on? Coach I dunno. Before this, I don't think I've even seen the guy do anything other than punch, kick and choke. Cole This is shocking! Panther continues to fight the hold, but appears to be slowing down. Slowly, but surely, Panther begins to slump to the canvas. The crowd boos in the background as the referee moves in to check on Panther. He grabs his free hand and raises it high into the air... AND IT DROPS! Caboose He may have choked him out! A smile comes across Bryte's face as the referee raises Panther's hand a second time... IT DROPS AGAIN! The boos get louder and Bryte's smile gets wider! Cole I cannot believe what I'm seeing here! Caboose I'm loving this! How great will this be?! After the two of you ran your mouths about Bryte...saying you didn't think he had a chance in this match! How great would it be for him to not only beat Panther two falls straight, but to also end his career on a choke out?! Cole We could be seconds away from seeing that here! Tina looks on intently from the floor as the ref raises Panther's hand for the third and final time. The crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison, hoping to rally Panther back into the contest as the referee holds the arm high into the air...then releases it... AND THE ARM... IT DRRRR... IT DRRRRRRR... IT DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRO... NO!!!!!!!!! IT STAYS UP!!!!!! The crowd cheers as Panther comes alive once again, pressing the palm of his against the mat and, using his free legs, scratching, clawing, doing everything in his power, Panther manages to pull himself to the ropes. The the crowd ralling behind him, Panther extends his free hand, and...and... ...almost there... HE GOT IT! Panther grabs the bottom rope, drawing a pop from the capacity crowd. Referee Break it, Chris! 1...2...3...4... Bryte releases the hold on four and climbs back to his. The camera focuses on Tina on the floor, who mouths the word "Wow", and appears to breath a sigh of relief as Panther begins using the ropes to get back to his feet. Bryte wipes the blood from his face and moves in on Panther, rearing back, preparing to strike... ...but Panther catches him coming in with a reverse elbow right to to gut. A second one doubles Bryte over, and a third catches him right on the jaw, sending him staggering back out to the center of the ring. Bryte shakes loose the cobwebs and tries to get back on Panther before he makes it back to his feet, but Panther does make it back up, and as Bryte comes in, Panther blocks a right hand from his younger opponent and connects with one of his own, sending him staggering back out towards the center of the ring. Bryte tries to rebound and rears back to another right, but Panther blocks that one as well, and connects with another haymaker, sending Bryte back a few more steps! Bryte tries to come back in, only to be met with a left hand jab! A second! Panther triples up! Right cross to the jaw! Cole Panther's coming back! He's coming back-- NOPE! Bryte knocks down an attempted jab from Panther and comes over the top with one of his own, followed by a series of martial arts kicks and punches that send Panther reeling back into the ropes, much to the crowd's dismay. With Panther up against the ropes, Bryte tries for one last savate kick, which Panther catches. Panther shoves Bryte's leg back, spinning him around. However, Bryte uses the momentum from the spin to catch Panther on the jaw with a Shelton Benjamin-style spinning wheel kick, sending Panther tumbling backwards through the ropes and out onto the apron. Bryte quickly springs back to his feet and snaps his right fist into the air, drawing boos from the crowd. Cole Oh! Bryte mocking Panther! On the apron, Panther uses the middle rope to pull himself back to his knees. Bryte turns to him with a smile and charges forward, catching him square in the nose with a running front dropkick (one of Panther's favorite moves), sending the Champ of Champs falling backwards from the apron, with the back of his head smacking hard off the thin black mats at ringside. Bryte dances around the ring, soaking up the boos from the capacity crowd! On the floor, Tina again peers around the ringpost to check on Panther, then looks up at Bryte in the ring, who winks at her and flashes a smile! Bryte (to Tina) This is for you, baby!!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWW! Tina shoots Bryte a forced smile as Bryte walks forward and steps out to the apron, right above Panther. As Panther stumbles back to his feet (clutching at the back of his head), Bryte leaps from the apron, flooring Panther with a flying sidekick to the jaw. Bryte gets right on Panther once again, catching him with a couple of kicks to the ribs, and a hard strike to the small of the back. He then reaches down, grabs Panther by the back of his jersey and pulls him back to his feet. *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOO~! Bryte with a hard knife edge chop to the back of Panther's neck! *CRACK* Crowd WHOOOOOOOO~! Another one. Bryte grabs Panther by the back of the head and charges forward with him, sending him crashing headfirst into the steel guardrail. He takes a brief moment to play to the crowd before turning back to Panther and charging at him with an attempted scissors kick... ...but Panther ducks under the move, and Bryte's right leg comes crashing down across the barricade. Panther clutches at the back of his head, still feeling the effects of the tumble from the apron...not to mention everything else that's happened to him in this match. He then moves in, grabs Bryte's right leg (which is draped across the barricade) and slams it down across the railing once more, drawing another pop from the crowd. He does it once again! A third time! Panther then shoves Bryte over the barricade and into the front row, drawing an even louder pop from the crowd. Panther takes a moment to wipe the blood from his eyes, and then, as Bryte is climbing back to his feet, Panther leaps up onto the railing-- *CRACK* Coach DAMN~! BUT A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM BRYTE CATCHES HIM RIGHT IN THE TEMPLE, sending him falling back to the floor. The crowd boos in the background as Bryte flashes another smile and points at Panther's fallen body... ...then, the camera pans slightly to Bryte's right, where that damn Triple H is mugging for the camera again. Bryte eyes him uneasily as he repeatedly poses and spits water, with his sledgehammer in his right hand. *CRACK* Chris Bryte hauls off and blasts HHH with a roundhouse, drawing a LOUD pop from the crowd as Hunter's body falls to the floor, unconscious. Legit smile from Tina on that one. Coach Heh! Try holding *that* down, bitch! Cole Stop it! Bryte prepares to climb back over the guardrail, but stops himself. He then looks down at HHH's fallen body and spots the sledgehammer lying right next to his head. Suddenly, Bryte looks up at the camera, and a small light bulb appears (from thin air) over his head... Coach and Cole Oh no!!!!! OH YES! Bryte grabs said lightbulb from the air, shatters it, leaps back over the guardrail and JAMS ITS JAGGED EDGES INTO THE OPEN WOUND ON PANTHER'S FOREHEAD! The crowd looks on in disbelief! Caboose That was cute, Papa! Real, real cute! Yeah, wasn't it? Bryte tosses the lightbulb to the floor and grabs Panther, attempting to Irish whip him into the stairs, but Panther counters, baseball sliding across the floor in order to avoid impact with the stairs. As Panther scrambles back to his feet, Bryte charges in at him, rearing back for a clothesline... BUT PANTHER DUCKS UNDER, turns and goes for a clothesline of his own... BUT BRYTE DUCKS UNDER!!! Both men turn simultaneously and... *WHAM* ...catch one another with simultaneous forearm shots to the jaw. Both men stagger back a couple of steps, shake loose the cobwebs, then go at one another again... *WHAM* ...this time, catching one another on the jaw with simultaneous Mafia kicks! Both men fall limp to the arena floor, with the crowd giving a round of applause in the background. Cole Man! This one has turned into quite the war! Caboose Yeah. I've gotta admit, I wasn't expecting anything we've seen in this one. I didn't think we'd see a fight like this! Not between these two! Cole Both Panther and Bryte are down on the outside...and...there's Tina! The crowd clamors as Tina cautiously makes her way over to the fallen combatants. She looks down upon both men with a look of confusion on her face...then looks up at the ring, where the ref is looking down at her. The ref shrugs his shoulders at her, then finally (why he didn't do it earlier...) starts the 10 count on Panther and Bryte! 1.... 2.... 3.... Chris Bryte begins calling Tina's name, reaching out and grasping at her, seemingly asking for her help. Naturally, Tina walks over and prepares to help her fiance, but... 4... ...she suddenly stops in her tracks, and glances over at Panther. She looks down at Bryte once again, confusion written all over her face. She then walks away from Bryte and over to Panther, kneeling down by his head and preparing to pick him up, to the crowd's delight! BUT NO!!!! Tina stops once again and looks up at the ref, confused. The ref shrugs his shoulders once more and continues his count! 5.... Cole Tina...Tina doesn't know what to do! She doesn't know who to help! Caboose Well if she's gonna help anyway, she needs to be helping out her fiance!!! They're getting married soon! Remember! She remembers! And as the ref's count reaches 6, walks over to Bryte, reaches down and pulls him back to his feet. With Bryte back at a vertical base, Tina muscles him over to the apron and rolls him into the ring, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Cole Tina has made her choice!!! She has chosen to help out Chris Bryte...and look at Panther! He's down on the floor and he's not moving! Caboose And remember, guys! No more second chances for Panther here! This is 2-out-of-3 falls, but remember, Panther's already down a fall! If he gets counted out here, his wrestling career is OVER here in the OAOAST! As the referee's count hits 7, Tina turns her back to Panther, and the crowd boos her WILDLY for her decision. However, more indecision appears on Tina's face as she guiltily looks down at the floor, more tears building up in her eyes. She takes a deep breath and slowly turns her head, glancing over her left shoulder as Panther slowly begins to climb back to his feet. The referees count then reaches... 8! The crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison, trying to rally Panther back up. He pulls himself up to a knee...clutches his bloody forehead with his right hand, and... and... ...FALLS BACK DOWN!!!!!!!!! The referee's count reaches *9*!!! Caboose IT'S OVER! There's no way he can make it back in now! Cole Panther is down! Panther... Tina mutters the words "Damn it" to herself, turns and heads back to Panther. She grabs him by the back of his jersey, yanks him back to a standing position, and rolls him back into the ring JUST before the referee's count reaches 10! The crowd cheers in the background as Tina once again turns her back to the action, a look of guilt on her face. Caboose Can you believe her?! Bryte had the match won!!!! Cole Tina just helped Panther back in! Panther's still in this thing! Pan-- *CRACK* Cole DAMN IT! As soon as Panther pulls himself to a knee, Bryte charges at him, stepping up onto his knee and catching him right on the money with a SHINING WIZARD~! Panther falls backwards to the canvas, and Bryte falls into the cover. The referee slides into position and makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!! Cole NO! NO! NO!!!!!!! IT WAS ONLY A TWO!!!!!!!!!

(Return from ad) Hoff vs. Gibraltar COLE Folks, we are moments away from the highly anticipated matchup between Gibraltar and Hoff! This one promises to be, to quote our old friend Jim Ross, a real "slobberknocker." CABOOSE Please, don't mention that guy again. This match is really more of a brawl than anything, as laid out by that inavlid Abe Vigoda. Kinda surprising that the old man had a good idea. COACH Yeah, the rules are simple: kick each other's ass! COLE A little more to it than that, Coach. The match will start in the ring, but the referee will be there only to monitor the progress as these two big men brawl to the back. The match will progress through the backstage area, until one of these men reaches the official HeldDOWN locker room and is declared the winner. The AngleTron shows a camera progressing through the hallways and to a door marked "HeldDOWN Locker Room". COACH It's a race! CABOOSE Very good, smart guy. COLE A race of sorts, but there's more to it than that. These guys are going to beat each other to a pulp! "Pompeii" by E. S. Posthumus plays over the arena speakers as Gibraltar appears at the top of the entranceway...alone. COACH Hey, where's St. Andrew? COLE Good question! MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, approaching the ring, from St. Andrew's Cathedral, he is arguably the most dominant force in professional wrestling...standing over seven feet tall and weighing a monstrous four-hundred and eighty pounds....GI-BRALLLLL-TAR!!!! Gibraltar stalks to the ring, a scowl on his face. He climbs the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring, not acknowledging the chorus of boos coming from the stands. CABOOSE Saint Andrew is a smart man, guys. I'm sure he's around here somewhere. "Pompeii" fades out and the arena is silent for a moment, Suddenly, the lights go down and "Black" by Sevendust blares over the speakers as the fans come to their feet! BUFFER And his opponent! Strobe lights flash across the arena as Hoff steps on the stage, surveying the crowd. BUFFER Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota, he is a true house of power. Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds....HOFF!!!! Hoff walks toward the ring with purpose, keeping his eyes locked onto Gibraltar, then breaks into a sprint and slides into the ring! The bell rings as Hoff pounces to his feet and flies at Gibraltar!! Hoff floors Gibraltar and unloads a barrage of right hands! COLE Hoff is explosive! COACH And angry! Hoff pummels away at Gibraltar before pulling him up and throwing him into the ropes. Hoff runs off the other side, and catches Gibraltar with a spear! Gibraltar hits the mat and Hoff is on him again, throwing hard rights and lefts! COLE What a furious assault by Hoff! He's really taking it to Gibraltar! Gibraltar breaks free of Hoff's grasp and rolls to the outside. Hoff looks down at him for a second...then climbs the far turnbuckle and salutes the crowd! CABOOSE Oh, cripes. Always a suckup. COACH 'Booze, these fans are loving it! Gibraltar looks warily at Hoff, not sure what to make of the quick assault. Hoff hops off of the turnbuckle and beckons Gibraltar back in the ring. The monster climbs onto the apron, and locks eyes with Hoff. COLE Gibraltar is being very tenative right now, guys. CABOOSE He's probably trying to determine Hoff's biggest weakness. COACH I don't see one! CABOOSE YOU can't see anything. COACH Yeah, well...you can't see....ME! Coach waves his hand in front of his face...and disappears. COLE Um... CABOOSE ..... COLE That was odd. CABOOSE ...Oh, thank you, to whatever god did this. I am your servant. Gibraltar continues to stare at Hoff in the ring. A chant of "Hoff" picks up at ringside as Hoff tells the big monster to "come on." Finally, Gibraltar steps over the top rope and into the ring, but no further. COLE I think Gibraltar's really thrown off by not having St. Andrew at ringside to coach him. CABOOSE True. Andrew must have something really good in store if he left Gibraltar all alone. COLE But Gibraltar's no slouch in the ring either, we all know that. CABOOSE Hey, you don't have to tell me. This guy can flat-out GO. Gibraltar takes a tenative step toward Hoff, and Hoff....raises a hand. COLE Oh my! CABOOSE What? This isn't Crystal. Hoff's gonna get killed! Hoff wiggles his fingers, egging Gibraltar into the test of strength. Gibraltar looks at Hoff's hand once, then back into his eyes...and takes the hand. COLE What is Hoff thinking? Hoff raises his other hand, and Gibraltar reaches for it-- and Hoff KICKS HIM IN THE BALLS~! COLE Good lord! CABOOSE Aw, come on. That is dirty pool. COLE Hey, maybe, but a smart move by Hoff nonetheless. And legal in this match. Gibraltar sinks to his knees, letting loose a guttural scream of pain. Hoff looks out among the fans, smirks, and shrugs, and the chants grow louder. COLE Well these FANS love it! CABOOSE The fans are simps. Hoff raises both hands into the air, and drives a double-axehandle blow into the small of Gibraltar's back, sending the bigger man to all fours. Hoff kicks him HARD in the ribs, and Gibraltar falls to his face. Hoff begins to stomp away at Gibraltar's back, but again he rolls to safety. Gibraltar pulls himself up using the ropes, and turns to face Hoff-- HOFF COME ON, BITCH! The fans ROAR at this. Gibraltar charges in at Hoff, but Hoff slips behind Gibraltar. Gibraltar turns around, and Hoff peppers him with a series of right jabs! COLE Did you know Hoff used to be a bouncer? CABOOSE Well, it would explain all the brawls. You know what's really amazing is the level of insightful commentary since Coach blinked out of existance. COLE Amen to that. Hoff backs Gibraltar into a corner...but Gibraltar blocks a right hand, spins, and throws Hoff into the corner instead! COLE Hoff may be in trouble now. CABOOSE Well, Gibraltar's like a wild animal without Andrew, and you don't want to corner a rabid animal. Gibraltar charges in and plants a STIFF back elbow into Hoff's jaw, and another. Gibraltar rears back and delivers a HUGE back elbow to the temple that crumples Hoff into the corner. Gibraltar grabs Hoff and Irish whips him into the opposite corner, and Hoff lands HARD, back-first, and falls to his knees. COLE Now we're starting to see Gibraltar's immense power and-- OH MY! Gibraltar charges in at Hoff and hits a HUGE running boot to Hoff's face that snaps Hoff's head back! CABOOSE That was sick. I love it. Hoff's head wobbles almost comically before he falls, face-first, to the mat. Gibraltar walks over to him and begins stomping HARD onto Hoff's back and neck. COLE Well, we do know that not only is this monster powerful, he's downright brutal! A sick scowl passes over Girbaltar's face as he stomps at Hoff. Hoff reaches out for a nearby rope and begins pulling himself up, but Gibraltar literally stomps him down off the rope! Gibraltar picks Hoff up himself, though, and lets him stand woozily, while Gibraltar runs off the ropes and catches Hoff with a big lariat! Hoff lands on his shoulders and neck, actually flipping over backwards from the impact. COLE Hoff just got turned inside-out with that violent lariat clothesline! CABOOSE I got it. It's the neck. Gibraltar is going after Hoff's neck. COLE Hoff did need medical attention last month after his match with CWM at Anglemania. It's probably a good place to find a weakness! Hoff weakly grabs the back of his neck as he lies face-down on the mat. Gibraltar picks Hoff up and again runs off the ropes, but this time Hoff ducks the move, and catches Gibraltar coming off the far side with a standing dropkick! Gibraltar staggers back and almost falls over the ropes! COLE Nice move by Hoff! And Gibraltar better be careful! CABOOSE It's not hard for a seven-footer to stumble over the ropes, Cole. Hoff, though, takes a while to get to his feet, collecting himself on one knee. As Hoff gets up, Gibraltar drives a forearm into his back, sending Hoff reeling. Gibraltar clubs Hoff again, and then pulls Hoff around and whips him into the ropes. Gibraltar catches Hoff in a full military press as he comes off the ropes, and holds him up high! COLE Gibraltar just liften Hoff like he was nothing! Gibraltar presses Hoff over his head, then drops him quickly down into a powerslam! CABOOSE What impact! The wind has to be driven out of Hoff on that one. Gibraltar kicks Hoff in the side, rolling Hoff onto his stomach, then kicks him again back onto his back. Gibraltar bends down and yells into Hoff's face. GIBRALTAR YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? COLE Pride from Gibraltar! CABOOSE It's not all about being Andrew's lackey, Cole. Gibraltar wants respect; from Hoff, and these people. The people, however, simply boo Gibraltar vehemently as he drags Hoff to his feet. Gibraltar wraps his hands around Hoff's throat and throws him into a corner, and begins pummeling away with stiff forearm shots! CABOOSE Gibraltar's in full control, Cole. Saint Andrew's plan won't even be necessary. There's your winner, right there. Hoff tries to get his arms up to shield the blows, but to no avail. Gibraltar POUNDS on Hoff, then steps back and chokes him with his boot. Hoff flails, but can't escape the hold. COLE That's one big boot! CABOOSE What are you, Coach? COLE Sorry. It is a big boot, though. Size 18. CABOOSE *whistles* Gibraltar lowers his boot, and Hoff falls to his knees, holding the ropes and gasping for air. Gibraltar once again kicks him in the face, sending him falling to the mat. COLE This is one hell of a beating, 'Booze. CABOOSE You're damn right it is. Hoff tries to pull himself up again, but Gibraltar grabs him by the hair and pulls him off the ropes. Gibraltar throws a punch, but Hoff blocks it, but Gibraltar responds by driving his knee into Hoff's ribs! Hoff doubles over in pain, and Gibraltar knees him in the face and sends him back down to the mat. COLE Jeez. Gibraltar picks Hoff up and whips him into the ropes again, looking to catch him with a clothesline...but Hoff ducks and comes off the other side with a big diving clothesline that sends both men down! The fans begin to stomp and cheer for Hoff as both men struggle to their feet! COLE This could be the break Hoff needs! Gibraltar reaches one knee as Hoff climbs the ropes and leans in the corner. Gibraltar gets to his feet and movestoward Hoff, but Hoff spins around and throws a big right cross that stuns Gibraltar! Gibraltar reels, and Hoff hits him again! Hoff runs off the ropes...but Gibraltar regains his balance and catches Hoff with a big boot to the face! CABOOSE Oh ho! That put Hoff in his place. Gibraltar shakes the cobwebs out of his head, and picks Hoff up off the mat. Gibraltar looks hard at Hoff, and grabs him by the throat! COLE Could it be time for the Chokebreaker? CABOOSE Sucha brutal move, wreaking havoc on the neck and back and-- AW COME ON!! Hoff's wide eys narrow as he stops struggling to get free...and KICKS GIBRALTAR IN THE BALLS~! CABOOSE Jesus H. Caboose, this is ridiculous. Hoff grabs the doubled-over Gibraltar by the head, and plants him with a DDT! Hoff pops to his feet, and heads to the outside! COLE We were wondering when someone would try to win this thing, and it looks like Hoff may go for the gusto! CABOOSE But I don't know if one DDT is enough to keep Gibraltar down, and...wait, where's Hoff going? Hoff looks down the ramp, then turns and walks the other way, around the ring, to where Buffer and the timekeeper are seated. Hoff shoves the timekeeper off of his chair, and grabs it! COLE Uh-oh....oh, my, here we go. CABOOSE All this man does is cheat. Cheat and play foul and...and... COLE It's all legal! CABOOSE Bollocks. Caboose fumes as Hoff folds the steel chair and slides in the ring. Gibraltar is back to his feet and swings at Hoff, but Hoff simply raises the chair, and Gibraltar howls as his fist hits the steel. COLE Ha ha! Smart move! CABOOSE *grumble* Gibraltar shakes his hand out and turns away...then turns back...right into a chairshot! Hoff FLOORS Gibraltar with a shot to the face! COLE Right between the eyes! The fans are rabid as Gibraltar lies on the mat. Hoff looks down at him, raises the chair, and brings it down HARD across Gibraltar's body! Hoff throws the chair away as Gibraltar lies still! COLE This is it! Gibraltar's out! All Hoff has to do is walk to the back! Hoff heads to the ropes, steps halfway through...and pauses. COLE What's he doing? CABOOSE I'll tell you what he's doing: wasting time! Hoff looks out across the fans, and shakes his head "no" before stepping back in the ring! COLE This one's not over! CABOOSE You're right there, Michael. Look. Gibraltar starts to stir on the mat as Hof walks over to him. Gibraltar actually makes it to one knee... COLE Wow, what resilience from Gibraltar! Very few men could shake off those chairshots. Gibraltar gets to one foot, then two...turns around, and walks right into a right hand! And another! Hoff whips Gibraltar into the ropes, catching him with a drop toe hold! Hoff gets up, sizes Gibraltar up, and drops a leg across the back of Gibraltar's head! Hoff pulls Gibraltar up, and grabs him for a bodyslam...but he can't get the big man up! CABOOSE Where's Hoff's power now, huh Cole? Hoff strains...and strains...and Gibraltar blasts him with a forearm shot that sends him down! COLE That's near 500 pounds, Caboose! CABOOSE Yeah, and Hoff couldn't do it! Gibraltar clubs Hoff with a forearm shot, then pulls him into a standing headscissors. Gibraltar grabs Hoff around the waist, but Hoff resists and slips out of Gibraltar's grasp! Before Gibraltar can react, Hoff trips him and takes him down to the mat! Hoff grabs Gibrlatar's legs...and stomps him in the lower abdomen! CABOOSE AW! COLE Now that one was clean, 'Booze. CABOOSE Maybe. Gibraltar rolls to the side, and Hoff picks him up. Gibraltar throws a wild haymaker, but Hoff darts out of harm's way, and catches Gibraltar as he spins around with a falling neckbreaker! COLE Quick thinking by Hoff to capitalize on Gibraltar's wild punch! Hoff picks Gibraltar up again, and slaps on a side headlock. Gibraltar grabs Hoff's waist and hoists him up for a modified side suplex, but Hoff flips over and lands on his feet! Gibraltar throws a back elbow, but again Hoff ducks! Gibraltar's momentum carries him around, and Hoff quickly applies a waistlock...and LAUNCHES Gibraltar overhead with a belly to belly suplex that brings the crowd to their feet! CABOOSE Holy lord! COLE Did we just see that? The fans are cheering like mad for the awesome, unexpected feat of strength, but Hoff comes up slowly, holding his ribs. CABOOSE Everything has a price, Cole. Remember that. COLE All right, Ted DiBiase...still, you may be right, that took a lot out of Hoff. Hoff slowly gets up, and actually slips back to his knees once before using the ropes for support. Meanwhile, Gibraltar finds his feet, but dazed. The two men stumble toward each other...and Hoff BODYSLAMS Gibraltar! COLE Good God! CABOOSE He got him over! Hoff falls from the strain of the move, but gets up quicker this time, and looks around. The arena breaks out in a chant of Hoff...and Hoff smiles back at the arena. COLE What a feat of strength by Hoff! Two HUGE power moves on the nearly 500-pound monster! CABOOSE Even I gotta admit, that's impressive. Still smiling, Hoff doubles over and grabs his back, but the feeling passes. Standing upright, Hoff looks around...and turns his eyes to the corner. COLE Oh my. Hoff points to the corner and the crowd goes wild! CABOOSE This could be trouble. Hoff, still favoring his back, heads outside and climbs up the ropes. Perched on the top turnbuckle, Hoff looks out over the arena. CABOOSE Come on, Gibraltar, MOVE! Hoff stand upright....looks down....and leaps..... ...but Gibraltar ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! COLE Oh, no! CABOOSE Oh, yes! Nobody home, nitwit! Ahahaha... Hoff holds both his elbow and side in pain as Gibraltar slowly makes his way to his feet. Spying Hoff lying on the ground, Gibraltar picks him up and slams him HARD to the canvas! COLE That was the most gruesome bodyslam ever. CABOOSE I know! I love this guy! Gibraltar, looking furious, picks Hoff up and slams him hard again, sending a shock through Hoff's body. CABOOSE Yeah! Go Gibraltar! This is GREAT! Gibraltar picks Hoff up off the mat, and almost effortlessly, grabs him by the hair and throws him over the top rope and to the outside! Hoff lands with a thud on the concrete! COLE Hoff's in a bad way here, that missed elbow cost him dearly. Gibraltar exits the ring and hops down to the arena floor, picking Hoff up and throwing him headfirst into the steel ring steps. The steps scatter with a clang as Hoff plows through them. Gibraltar, not satisfied, picks Hoff up and throws him into the nearby guardrail, then clotheslines him over it and into the seats at ringside! COLE Some fans getting a close-up view! Gibraltar straddles the rail as well, and begins pummeling Hoff...but Hoff blocks a shot and fires back! The two men brawl in the corwd, before Hoff hits a big European uppercut that sends Gibraltar reeling! Hoff sneaks up behind him and dumps him over the railing! COLE Yeah, come on Hoff! CABOOSE Cole, at least try to be objective. COLE WHAT?! CABOOSE Hey, I never said I was. Just that you should be. Hoff hops over the guardrail and grabs Gibraltar, throwing him headfirst into the steel ringpost! Gibraltar bounces back, and Hoff tosses him onto the entrance ramp! COLE A scene reminiscent from HeldDOWN a few weeks ago! CABOOSE Yeah, but still...no St. Andrew! Where is he? Hoff throws a punch at Gibraltar, but Gibraltar blocks the blow and counters! Gibraltar swings, but Hoff ducks and fires back with a left hook! The two men brawl, and brawl, and brawl...and brawl up the aisleway and to the stage! COLE The race is on! Gibraltar breaks free of the tie-up and heads for the entranceway, but Hoff grabs him from behind and rakes his eyes! Smiling smugly, Hoff simply walks by the blinded monster and through the curtain! CABOOSE And Hoff is in the lead! COLE We've got a camera standing by... As Gibraltar runs his eyes and walks through the curtain, the AngleTron switches to a view of Hoff walking backstage...but Gibraltar runs up behind him and throws him into a wall! Gibraltar spins Hoff around and throws a straight punch for his face, but Hoff ducks, and Gibraltar smashes the wall! Plaster flies everywhere! COLE Gibraltar, the monster, just punched a hole through the damn wall! CABOOSE I hope he's insured. Hoff grabs Gibraltar's arm and twists, applying a modified armbar. Hoff steps back from the wall, and turns, throwing Gibraltar shoulder-first into the wall! Gibraltar clutches his arm as Hoff walks off! But Gibraltar collects himeslf and runs at Hoff, clotheslining him from behind...no! Hoff ducks the blow! COLE Hoff knew what was coming! Hoff waits for Gibraltar to turn around, then kicks him in the gut, grabs his arm, and winds him up...short-arm clothesline sends Gibraltar down! CABOOSE Oh, NO! COLE This could be all she wrote! The fans watching on the video wall cheer as Hoff looks down at Gibraltar, once again giving the thumbs up/thumbs down gesture...and pointing his thumb squarely down! CABOOSE WHo does he think he is, Caesar? COLE He's the man about to win this match! Indeed, Hoff pulls a dazed Gibraltar to his feet...but Gibraltar springs to life, busting out of Hoff's grasp! Gibraltar throws a big right hand that sends Hoff reeling! As Hoff turns back, Gibraltar throws another clothesline...but Hoff ducks under and hooks his arm around Gibraltar's neck! COLE Rock Bottom! Here it is! Here-- hey WAIT! Hoff grabs Gibraltar's back and rears back for the Rock Bottom, but from out of nowhere, Saint Andrew appears and bashes Hoff with a steel chair! CABOOSE Oh, thank God. I knew he'd come though! Hoff drops Gibraltar as his back arches in pain. Andrew sneers at Hoff and steps back tenatively, looking to swing another shot...but freezes when Hoff turns around! COLE Get him Hoff, come on! Hoff's eyes go wide and his nostrils flare at the sight of Andrew! Andrew balks...but only for a second, and then he rears back for another chairshot...but Hoff kicks him in the gut! Andrew, stunned, drops the chair and stumbles forward...right into a SPINEBUSTER~! COLE Yeah! CABOOSE Oh, I think he landed on the chair, please somebody go help him. Hoff smiles as he pops to his feet, looking down at Andrew's body...when a big hand spins him around! COLE Oh wait, it's Gibraltar! Damn him! Damn the numbers game! Damn it all! CABOOSE You can't damn the blessed...oh here it comes!! Gibraltar wraps his hand around Hoff's throat, and before Hoff can react, Gibraltar lifts him up high and drives him across his knee with the CHOKEBREAKER!! COLE There it is, the Chokebreaker from Gibraltar! CABOOSE Oh, what a move, what sweet salvation... Gibraltar looks down at Hoff, who is barely moving. Andrew climbs to his feet, and leaning on Gibraltar for support, leads his monster down the corner that he was hiding behind, down a short hallway, and into a door marked "HeldDOWN Locker Room." COLE Dammit all. *ding ding ding* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest....GI-BRALLLL-TAAAAAAR!!!!! COLE I cannot believe what we have just seen. CABOOSE Whatta coup! COLE A coup? CABOOSE Hell yes! Or heaven yes, in this case. Anyway Gibraltar and St. Andrew, not surprisingly, outsmarted Hoff and come away winners tonight. COLE Well, in any case-- *POOF* COACH Hey guys, what'd I miss? CABOOSE ...................... COLE Hey, Coach. CABOOSE ........................................NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! COACH What? COLE Well at least there's some justice in this world, and sometimes the wicked are punished. CABOOSE God, the pain! THE PAIN!! COLE But in any event, Hoff was just robbed here tonight. COACH You have to wonder whether or not Hoff'll let this stand this Thursday on HeldDOWN, but for now, you're right Mikey, Hoffy Claus was screwed. CABOOSE Oh God the voice, it burns..... COLE Good to have you back, Coach. COACH Good to be here. CABOOSE Next match! We're making record time! Hurry this shit up!

Drek Stone vs. Damaramu COLE Coming up next is the culmination of one of the more personal feuds this month. Ever since Drek Stone has made his debut in the OAOAST, he’s proven himself to be one of the most cocky… CABOOSE Confident. COLE …..or confident superstars we’ve ever had here in the OAOAST. Winning Heavyweight Titles in three different federations before, Drek has said his current goal is to win the OAOAST Heavyweight Title, and he wants to do it as soon as possible. But instead, it turns out that somebody decided to stand in his way. Literally. COACH Drek already didn’t have many friends in the locker room following his debut interview. However, his attitude led him into serious trouble with an already furious Damaramu, still hurting from his loss to Ryan Smith at AngleMania III. From something as simple as two men bumping into each other in the hallway, this feud has escalated into shouting matches, face-to-face confrontations, surprise attacks, bloody faces….. CABOOSE And a priceless, ruined portrait. The anger of Damaramu might be scary in its intensity, but keep in mind that, with that attack, he also released the fury of Drek Stone as well. And in Drek’s OAOAST Pay-Per-View tonight, there’s no telling what he could pull out. Both men have found themselves sidetracked from their goals by their distaste for one another, and it comes to a head tonight. COLE Let’s go down to the ring for what should be an exciting matchup. You Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One. The song plays for a few more seconds until Drek Stone finally steps out of the entranceway. He stands at the top of the ramp for a few moments with his hands on his hips, slowly looking over the crowd booing him. He saunters down the ramp with a cocky smirk and, at the bottom, he makes sure to flex his arms for the audience. Finally, he rolls into the ring and arrogantly holds his arms out for the crowd. After this action, fireworks begin to rise from the four corners of the ring. As the music comes to an end, he starts to bounce against the ropes and jog in place. CABOOSE Look at that…..the absolute epitome of confidence. How could you NOT like that man? COACH Well, for one thing….. DONG!! The lights in the arena quickly go out as funeral bells play over the loudspeakers. Green spotlights flash at the top of the ramp, and green smoke begins to seep into the ring. “Ministry of Darkness” then begins to play throughout the arena as Damaramu slowly walks out of the entranceway to a larger series of cheers than normal. He marches down the ramp calmly, never taking his eyes off of Drek. He climbs into the ring and turns his back to Drek, staring at an audience that looks transfixed by his entrance. He gradually raises his arms up until the lights in the arena turn back on. COLE Guys, can you FEEL the power of Damaramu?! COACH Man, I’m feeling chills run through my spine right now. CABOOSE Yeah, well, I’m feeling copyright infringement. COLE And now that both men are in the ring…..OH WAIT…. Drek immediately runs at Dama, but he quickly spins around and plants Drek in the face with a big boot. Immediately after getting knocked down, Drek rolls out of the ring, holding his face. CABOOSE Oh, that’s not fair! DISQUALIFICATION! Drek is walking over there to give him a handshake….and he gets THAT?! COLE What are you talking about? He went over there for a sneak attack and… COACH Cole, I don’t think it needs to be explained. But thanks anyway. With a look of both surprise and irritation, he stares at Dama. However, Dama is now staring at Drek with somewhat of a smirk on his face. Drek slowly climbs back into the squared circle and stares at Dama from across the ring. He cautiously walks over to where Dama is standing, looking like he’s ready to initiate a grapple. However, Drek quickly rattles off a right hand. He delivers another one to Dama, followed by a third punch. However, Dama starts to battle back. He begins striking Drek with hard fists and knocks him into the corner. Drek is trapped as Dama starts to rattle off rights and lefts into Stone’s midsection. Suddenly, he grabs Drek by his neck and flings him halfway across the ring! COLE And, ONCE AGAIN, Dama has managed to get the best of Drek. And he’s using it with his strength. Noticeably in both pain and shock, Drek strains to get back up on his feet. Dama begins to stomp towards him, but Drek quickly drops him with a drop toe hold. He immediately jumps onto Dama’s side and grabs him in a side headlock. However, after a few seconds, Dama manages to get on his knees and chuck Drek off of his neck. Drek runs into the ropes for an attack, but Dama springs back up and drops Drek with a VICIOUS clothesline. CABOOSE What is Dama doing?! Good God, there’s a chance he could bruise Drek’s face. What a damn animal! COACH The disgust for one another has been brewing between both men. And right now, Dama is just letting it unleash. CABOOSE ……..why the hell are you at this table anyway? Dama picks Drek up by his hair and throws him into the ropes. He goes for yet another clothesline, but Drek somersaults underneath it. Dama turns around, and Drek gives him a sudden dropkick to the jaw. Dama is taken off his feet by this sudden attack. Drek immediately climbs onto Dama’s chest and begins striking him several times in the face. He quickly gets off and gives Dama a few nasty stomps in his midsection. Drek quickly picks Dama up by his hair and delivers a short-arm clothesline to bring him back down. CABOOSE There we go! You see that?! That’s athleticism! That’s the kind of stuff champions are made from! COLE And, for the first time in this match, Drek has a solid advantage…. CABOOSE He was biding his time before. Christ, you know NOTHING about psychology…. As Dama is laying on the mat, Drek slowly climbs to the top rope, making sure to pound his chest for the crowd in the arena and the audience sitting at rope. As Dama gets back up on his feet, Drek jumps off with a high cross-body. However, Dama CATCHES him in mid-air, holding him in powerslam position. He shifts Drek’s body over and lifts him up high for a gorilla press slam. Suddenly, Dama throws Drek up and falls to one knee. And Drek falls STERNUM-FIRST into Dama’s outstretched right knee. Drek is clutching at his stomach on the mat, but Dama seems to have messed his knee up a little with that move. He starts to rub his leg as Drek struggles to get back up to a standing position. Once Drek gets back up on his feet, Dama gives him a kick to the stomach. Dama puts Drek’s head between his legs, lifts him up high, and absolutely SPIKES DREK INTO THE MAT WITH A POWERBOMB. Yet, once again, he takes a few seconds to favor his knee. He makes the cover as the crowd counts along. 1……. 2….. KICKOUT!! CABOOSE Oh, thank God……I mean……absolutely nothing to worry about. Everything is under control. COACH For Drek’s sake, he better hope so. Because, I didn’t know it was possible before, but Dama looks even more determined than he did before. Drek manages to get a shoulder up. Looking annoyed, Dama picks Drek up by hair and throws him into the ropes. However, upon bouncing back, Drek slides and catches Dama with a dropkick to the knee. Dama drops to one leg, as Drek makes a strong effort to get up. Finally, after both men are standing, Drek runs from behind and brings Dama down with a chop block. Taking into account the cocky grin on his face, it’s obvious that Drek believes he’s now found a weakness. He gives a HARD stomp to Dama’s leg…..followed by another one…..and yet another. Drek then jumps up and drives HIS knee into Dama’s leg. The fans are surprised to hear Damaramu actually yelling in pain. CABOOSE Genius! Absolute brilliance! Athleticism AND brains. With a little more experience, he might actually become as good as me….or near it. What a way to take advantage of his surrroundings. COLE But how much damage could Dama’s knee now be in? This may mean trouble…. Drek waits for a few seconds until Dama manages to rise again. He runs into the ropes, obviously preparing for another chop-block, but Dama GRABS HIM BY HIS THROAT!! The fans start going crazy as Dama lifts Drek up for A CHOKESLAM. But Drek manages to slide behind Dama’s back and give him a kick to the back of the knee. He runs into the ropes for another attack, but AGAIN, Dama manages to grab Drek by his neck. This time, he gives Drek a vicious shove over the top rope, sending him hurtling to the floor. COACH Dama may now have one leg, but that’s not going to stop him from using BRUTE strength. CABOOSE Brains over brawn. Brains over brawn. Drek slowly gets back up on his knees, shaking his head to get the cobwebs out. He walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, but Dama is waiting nearby in the ring. He grabs Drek by his hair and begins to pull him up. But Drek sweeps Dama’s legs from beneath him, sending him falling to the mat. Drek then grabs Dama’s legs and gives them a brutal tug, sending him GROIN-FIRST into the ringpost. COLE Oh come on, THAT’S not right. Dammit! CABOOSE What?! Dama’s perfectly willing to do the same thing! COACH Doesn’t mean it’s okay for Drek to do it. Two wrongs don’t make a right. CABOOSE What are you, nine years old?! COLE Damn, damn, dammity, damn, damn, damn! Drek immediately grabs Dama’s left leg and spins his body around it. He grabs the right leg, crosses it over the left, jumps up…..AND HE HAS DAMA TRAPPED IN A RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR!! Dama starts screaming in a mixture of pain and rage, as the referee counts for Drek to release it. 1…. 2….. 3….. 4….. Drek quickly lets go of the move and rolls back into the ring. He immediately rolls back out and goes right back to Dama’s legs. CABOOSE Drek Stone is a cerebral assassin in every sense of the word. COLE I don’t think we can use that term. COACH And you actually complaned about copyright violations before?! He begins to set up for ANOTHER Figure-Four. He grabs Dama’s left leg and spins his body around it…..but Dama pulls his leg and sends Drek face-first into the corner post!! Startled, Drek lets go of Dama’s legs and falls to his knees. Dama begins to make a concentrated effort to get off his back. Drek rolls back into the ring, where Dama has managed to stand once again. Drek runs at Dama, but gets caught with a FIERCE POWERSLAM!!! Dama makes the cover!! 1….. 2….. NO!! COLE Drek Stone was JUST able to get a shoulder up! COACH Barely! You could SEE that powerslam shake his bones! Dama gets back up, but now he looks furious. He grabs Drek by his throat and starts choking him. He violently picks him up off the mat by his neck and sets him up against the ropes. He starts giving him VICIOUS elbows to the face. After nearly SEVEN elbows, he rears back…..and HITS DREK WITH A ROLLING ELBOW!! Drek falls to the mat, and Dama makes the cover. 1….. 2……. KICKOUT!! Drek once again manages to kick out!! Dama gets back up to his feet, still favoring his right knee. He waits for Drek to slowly rise. As Drek gets to his knees, he balls his fist up and gives Dama a NASTY LOW BLOW outside out of the referee’s viewpoint. COLE Damn!! He’s breaking the rules again!! CABOOSE Where? What the hell are you talking about?! Some fly landed on my television monitor….and the picture went out for a second…..and….. COLE Oh yeah right. This is getting ridiculous! Dama is doubled over in pain as Drek makes an effort to run into the ropes. He bounces back but Dama SURPRISES him by lifting him in a bodyslam position…..but he shifts his body over and he has Drek set up for a tombstone. He lifts him up….and DROPS DREK INTO THE MAT WITH A TOMBSTONE!! The fans start going crazy!! 1….. 2…… SHOULDER UP!! CABOOSE Oh, thank GOD!! Drek manages to get a shoulder up at the last second!! Dama starts shaking the ring ropes in anger, and climbs to his feet. He slices his thumb across his throat…..and the fans are actually CHEERING! He lifts Drek up by his head and sets him in position for the DAMA DRIVER!! But after a little stalling, Drek manuevers himself out and, on the way down, grabs Dama’s head. AND HE HITS HIM WITH THE STONECUTTER!!! DREK CLIMBED OUT OF THE DAMA DRIVER AND HIT DAMA WITH A STONECUTTER!! CABOOSE STONECUTTER!! STONECUTTER!! IT’S OVER!! COACH Can Drek Stone do it?!?! He scrambles over to Dama on his knees to make the cover!! 1…… 2…… BUT DAMA GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!! The fans explode as the referee stops the count and notifies Drek that it isn’t over. COACH You want to talk about brains? Dama knew exactly WHERE he was in that ring. Even when he didn’t have the strength to kick out, he knew to put his feet on the ropes. CABOOSE What does he want? A friggin cookie or something? He’s still a savage. Drek starts jumping up and down in anger, but quickly calms himself. He picks Dama up off the mat and, using his shoulder, charges Dama into the corner. He lifts Dama up onto the top turnbuckle. Turning his back to him, he grabs Dama’s arms. He lifts them up……and SENDS DAMARAMU FLIPPING OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE INTO THE MAT!! HE JUST HIT DAMARAMU WITH THE DIAMOND DUST!! Drek quickly crawls over to make the cover!! 1…… 2…… BUT DAMA KICKS OUT!! Drek starts pounding the mat with his fists, screaming to the referee that it was a three count. COLE Just as Drek did before, Dama is escaping from everything that Drek is throwing at him. CABOOSE Dama looks….alright….I guess…… However, Drek quickly makes sure to stop the temper tantrum and gives himself a few relaxing breaths. He grabs Dama by his arm and tugs him over to the nearest turnbuckle. Drek slowly begins to scale the corner with a wide smile on his face. Once at the top, he pounds his chest for the fans. Finally, he jumps up with a HIGH SPRINGING MOONSAULT…….BUT DAMA PUTS HIS KNEES UP!! Drek falls BODY-FIRST RIGHT INTO DAMA’S KNEES!! The fans go crazy as Drek rolls around on the mat clutching his stomach, and Dama holds onto his right knee in pain. Both men are down and the referee starts to count. 1….. 2….. 3….. 4…… Dama begins to stir off of the mat….. 5……. 6……. Drek uses the middle rope to pull himself off of the mat. Dama is now back on his feet so the referee stops the count. Both men are woozy. Drek dizzily walks over to Damaramu…..AND DAMARAMU LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE DAMA DRIVER!! He jumps up…..and BASHES DREK INTO THE MAT WITH THE DAMA DRIVER!! IT’S OVER!!! He makes the cover!! CABOOSE KICK OUT, DREK!!! 1……. COLE HE LOOKS TO BE OUT!! CABOOSE GET A SHOULDER UP!! SOMETHING!!! 2……. BUT DAMA LIFTS DREK’S HEAD OFF THE MAT!! With a sinister smile, he pulled Drek’s head off of the ground! The fans start to get loud, realizing that Dama isn’t done with the punishment yet. CABOOSE Oh, what an idiot! He may have just cost himself the match! COACH Or maybe just sealed it up for him! He wanted to teach Drek Stone a lesson, and it looks like he’s ready to finally start the class. He begins to pick Drek off of the ground but, in a last ditch effort, Drek grabs Dama by his shirt and rolls him out of the ring, between the middle ropes. Both men are now down once again. Drek slowly and painfully picks himself off of the mat and rolls out to the ring apron. He struggles to get to his feet but, using the ropes, he’s able to stand on the ring apron. He waits for Dama to get up again and, once he does, he jumps off the apron. But DAMA GRABS AN ATTACKING DREK BY THE THROAT!! HE LIFTS HIM UP AND GIVES HIM A CHOKESLAM ONTO THE ARENA FLOOR!! COLE Oh my god! COACH DREK IS OUT!! Drek looks to be finished!! The fans start going crazy as Drek looks to be out cold!! The referee starts counting both guys out of the ring. 1….. 2….. But the move seems to have damaged Dama’s knee again somewhat. He starts rubbing it with his hand and begins to limp a little, trying to get some feeling back into it. 3…… 4……. CABOOSE Come on, Drek. Find some strength!! 5…….. Dama limps around the ring, trying to get some feeling back into his knee. He seems more preoccupied with rehabbing his leg than he is with rolling back into the ring. He’s now on the opposite ring from the referee, who’s back is turned from Dama as he’s counting Drek. COLE Dama is still favoring that knee of his. COACH He should really roll into the ring. This isn’t smart. 6……… Suddenly, the fans all begin to stand and yell as Ryan Smith jumps out of the crowd and runs straight at Damaramu. Dama spins in time to see Smith heading for him, but Smith is too quick leaving his feet. He grabs Dama by the head and, with lightning speed, DROPS DAMA STRAIGHT DOWN WITH A SPINNING SLEEPER DROP!! Smith stands and walks around the ring, smirking at Damaramu, before heading up the ramp. CABOOSE WHOA!! COLE What the hell was THAT about?! CABOOSE I have no idea!! But now both men are even!! Drek is even with Dama!! 7…….. Drek slowly manages to stir himself off of the floor. 8…….. Drek is back on his knees, but Dama is now out cold on the arena floor. COLE Oh come on. NOT LIKE THIS!! COACH You have to be kidding me!! 9…….. Drek, with a last fit of energy, lifts himself off the floor and rolls into the ring. Meanwhile, Dama is still out. 10!!!!!!! * DING!! DING!!! DING!!!! * CABOOSE YES!! Drek is SUCCESSFUL in his first OAOAST PPV match!! Amazing!! ANNOUNCER Ladies and gentlemen……your winner……as a result of a countout……..DREK…….STONE!!!! The fans start booing as Drek struggles to get back up on his feet. He seems a little confused, but as the referee starts to raise his hand, he lets out a loud laugh. He falls to his knees and holds his hands out to the sky, overly exaggerating the value and circumstances of his win. COLE Oh please. What a nauseating celebration. But then again, what a match! What effort both men showed here tonight. COACH But what’s with Ryan Smith interfering? What for? This had nothing to do with him. CABOOSE Does it matter? Drek won all by himself!! COACH What the hell were you watching?! Dama got screwed out of this win that he EARNED. CABOOSE You’re a racist, Coach. Just because Drek’s Italian, you’re taking away from his win! Give the man credit! COACH I am! But Dama had the match won! CABOOSE Who’s hand is raised?! NOT DAMARAMU!! IT’S DREK’S HAND!! COLE Wait, what’s going on?! Damaramu slowly rises up to his feet with a furiously bewildered look on his face. He looks around, trying to figure out where Smith went, until his eyes center on Drek standing in the ring. Dama slides into the ring as Drek backs up to the ropes with a wary, yet cautious, look on his face. Dama bounces off the ropes and heads for Drek. Drek braces himself for impact.......BUT NO! Dama baseball slides between Drek's legs and starts to head up the ramp where Ryan Smith is standing! Smith looks at Dama, and then exits through the curtain with Dama in hot pursuit. Drek leans on the ropes for a second, and then the cocky smile returns to his face as he raises his arms in victory. COLE Uh-oh. This could be trouble…. COACH I can tell you one thing. I do NOT want to be Ryan Smith tonight. I don’t know if Dama has ever looked angrier….and that’s saying something. COLE What a match! Folks, we’ll be right back. CABOOSE Oh will we? COLE Um, yes. CABOOSE What if we're abducted by Martians? COLE Then no, we won't be back. (Go to a house show ad)

We see an overhead shot from outside the arena, and then we cut to the three announcers, discussing the next match up. COLE Ladies and Gentlemen we are set for the big one on one contest, pitting the ‘Dark One’ Axel, against his former ally, the seven foot giant Gunner Sharps... There’s a lot of bad blood in this match guys, and a score will be settled. CABOOSE There certainly is Michael. AJ and Gunner got the better of Axel two weeks ago, but it was Axel who got the win this past Thursday night on HeldDown. COACH But first let’s take you to the backstage area, where AJ Flaire is with Josh Matthews. Camera cuts to Backstage, where Josh and AJ are once again in front of a HeldDown sign. JOSH AJ Flaire, yourself, and Gunner Sharps have two big matches tonight, against the two men who defeated you in a tag team contest last Thursday night, Dan Black and Axel. Your thoughts? AJ Josh, I am excited, happy, hell, I’m damn ecstatic that Gunner and I are friends once again. There was a long period there where we were at odds, because of Axel. Gunner saw the light, he saw that Axel was doing nothing to further his career; he was only serving to hurt it. As for my opponent tonight, Dan Black, well I know, and the fans know what this title means to me, what the X Division, and its growth as a whole, means to me. When you verbally disrespect this belt, you spit in the face of every guy that has held this title, every guy that’s ever dreamed of wearing what I wear. Most importantly, you spit in the face of me, and all of my accomplishments in the last four months. Beating Mad Matt, beating both members of TNT, beating Sly, beating Lyne, beating the Minions, and beating Axel last week. No one ever spits in my face, and gets away with it. No one ever disrespects my championship, and gets away with it. This Sunday Dan Black, you will not take this belt away from me, you will not be the man that de-thrones AJ Flaire. I’m taking your belt Black, and I’m proving why this Division is more powerful than anyone gives it credit for. JOSH Well AJ, what about Axel? Any comments about your former friend? AJ Well Axel, I’ve only got one- A hand cuts AJ Flaire off in the middle of speaking, and the camera pans back to reveal Gunner Sharps! Gunner grabs the microphone, and begins to speak, first facing AJ. GUNNER Sorry AJ, but this is my business *faces camera*. Axel, you wanted a match with me? Well be careful what you wish for son, you just might get it. Two weeks ago, I made a conscious decision. I made a conscious decision to side with the fans. I made a conscious decision to side with AJ. And I made a conscious decision to SPEAR YOUR ASS! You ignorant bastard, you couldn’t see it coming? Too blinded by your supposed ‘love’ for Crystal, a girl that I have over the past week mended fences with? No Axel, I was never going to side with you. Last week, you tried to intimidate me? I’m Seven foot tall, and I’m Three Hundred and Fifty-Five pounds of solid muscle. I don’t get intimidated, I intimidate! So Axel, tonight, I’m going to intimidate you. I’m going to beat some sense into you Axel, I’m going to make sure that you get out of this fucked up little dream world you live in where you are the centre of all things, and you matter more than everyone else, because YOU DON’T! You mean nothing to me, you mean nothing to AJ, and above all, you mean nothing to Crystal. It’s getting too late for you to mend fences Axel, I mended mine before the cut off. You always talk about pain? Well you will find out what real pain feels like tonight. Gunner shoves the microphone back in Josh’s chest, before walking out of camera shot and leaving Josh with AJ, who now has a smile on his face. AJ Now that right there Josh, That’s Phenomenal. We cut back to the arena and the announcers. Axel vs. Gunner Sharpe COLE AJ and Gunner are fired up tonight! They’re ready for some action! CUE: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner Sharps appears from behind the curtain to a pop from the fans. He jogs down the ramp and steps up onto the apron, before stepping over the top rope with ease. Gunner goes up to the second rope and greets the crowd, who respond with another pop. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in tonight at Three Hundred Fifty-Five pounds… GUNNERRRR SHAAAAAAAAAARRRRPPPPSSSSSSS! COACH The fans have really started to take a liking to Gunner Sharps. They have embraced the big man ever since he sided with AJ Flaire. I really think he can get the job done tonight, with the massive height and weight advantage that he has over Axel. CABOOSE you can’t discount Axel Michael Cole. His sadistic and devilish tendencies give him an advantage over any opponent. He studies ways to hurt people, to take people down. COACH That may be right Caboose, but I think Gunner is well aware of this, and may have a game plan of his own. COLE So Caboose, you’ve researched these guys’ styles over the past few days, what do you think are the keys to victory for each man here tonight? CABOOSE Well for Axel, it’s to get the big man down, and to keep him down. You take out one of those legs, one of those tree trunks, you keep Gunner grounded, and his arsenal of power moves is severely damaged. It’s kind of hard to lift someone when you have only got one leg that works properly. As for Gunner, well, he just needs to work at his pace. Axel may try and take to the air, maybe try to get an advantage by using his speed. Well Gunner needs to slow the pace right down, be methodical, and be cold and calculating. If Gunner dictates the pace, he can win this match. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The pyro goes off and the lights go out in the arena as ‘The Game’ by Disturbed plays. Gunner waits impatiently for Axel’s arrival, and focuses in on the entrance ramp. The fans start to get restless, as Axel still hasn’t appeared. COLE Well where is he? The fans suddenly deliver a surprise pop, as Axel appears behind Gunner, with the big man not realising that Axel is there! Axel enters the ring, runs at Gunner, and takes his left leg out from under him with a chop block, sending the big man down! COACH Axel just came from the crowd! Axel grabs Gunner’s left leg and lands a vicious kick above the knee, with the big man writhing in pain. Axel connects with another kick, and another, before dropping an elbow across Gunners leg, and applying a leg lock. Axel tries to hyper-extend the knee, before getting up again and dropping another elbow across the leg, and wrenching back on it yet again. Axel stands up a third time, and this time drops a knee across the leg, and wrenches the leg in a different position, all the while Gunner crying out and writhing in pain, and trying to get to the ropes. CABOOSE You see, this si what I was talking about Michael Cole, this is exactly what Axel had to do if he was going to beat the Seven footer. He had to work the leg. Magnificent psychology by The Dark One. Axel grabs the leg again and drags it over to the ropes, laying it across the bottom rope. Axel stands on the leg, which places even more pressure, before jumping off and delivering another elbow to the left leg of Gunner Sharps, this time while it is perched on the bottom rope. Axel stands on the leg and does the same thing again, dropping an elbow across the leg. The referee gives Axel a five count to get off the ropes, and Axel obliges by taking Gunners leg to the middle of the ring again. Axel reaches down to get a better grip of the leg, and Gunner catches him with a hard right hand, that sends Axel staggering backward. Gunner tries to get to his feet, but Axel grabs the left leg again quickly. This doesn’t stop the big man; however, as he still manages to get vertical, using his good leg, the right leg, while Axel holds onto the left. Gunner steadies, while Axel taunts him, holding the now partially injured leg. Then Gunner suddenly jumps high in the air, landing a HUGE enziguri to the head of Axel! COLE What incredible flexibility and agility by the Three Hundred Fifty-Five pound Gunner Sharps! Gunner and Axel both slowly get to their feet, Gunner favouring the left leg, trying to shake some feeling back into it. Axel runs at Gunner, but Gunner catches Axel with a hard clothesline, knocking ‘The Dark One’ down! Axel gets up quickly and tries a right hand to the head of the big man, but Gunner blocks the blow and lands one of his own, sending Axel back into the corner. Gunner follows Axel into the corner, and delivers a second hard right hand to the head of Axel, before unloading a barrage of stuff rights and lefts to the midsection of the former 24/7 Champion! Axel, reeling, tries a haymaker, but Gunner ducks under it, and lefts Axel over his shoulder. Gunner walks two steps forward out of the corner, and sends Axel crashing down to the mat, spine first, with a big powerslam. Gunner goes for the cover… COLE First cover of the match up! One! Two! COLE The leg is hooked… No! Kickout at two by Axel. COLE … but no, Axel kicks out at two. COACH The thing is as well Michael, that when Gunner covers a man, that’s three hundred fifty pounds on your chest right there, and you gotta somehow lift your shoulder off of the canvas. Now Axel is a strong guy, but every time Gunner covers him, that’s a lot of energy to be expending at this stage in a match. The big man grabs Axel again, and Irish whips him, before reversing the whip himself, and delivering another hard clothesline, knocking Axel down again. Gunner picks up Axel yet again, and picks him up for a sidewalk slam. Gunner jumps and delivers that sidewalk slam, before hooking the leg for a cover… COLE Gunner slowing the pace down, another cover, leg is hooked… One! Two! No! Another kick out by Axel. COLE And another kick out by Axel. You’re right Coach, every time Axel kicks out; he is expending a great amount of energy. Gunner has to realise this, and I thin that is why Gunner is making the covers when he is. Gunner, still slightly favouring his left leg, lifts Axel up to his feet, before grabbing his left hand and whipping him into the corner. Gunner runs at Axel, but Axel lifts a boot up, connects to the face of Gunner, and follows it up with another chop block to the left leg of Gunner Sharps! CABOOSE Gunner did what I said there, he slowed the pace down, delivering those hard right hands, those clubbing blows to the head and midsection of Axel. Then he made a mistake, because he Irish Whipped Axel into the corner, he tried to quicken the pace just enough. Axel got the boot to the face, and now he’s working on the leg again. Axel grabs the leg and drags it to the corner, before rolling to the outside of the ring. Axel grabs the leg again, and brings it toward the ring post, with the crowd, aware of what is about to happen, jeering him, and starting a small ‘Gun-ner’ chant, to try and motivate the big seven footer. Axel brings the leg back, before snapping it right around the ring post with a thud, eliciting a shout of ‘No!’ from Gunner. Axel develops a sadistic smile, and then snaps the leg around the ring post again! Axel then grabs a hold of both legs, turns around and smiles at the crowd, before reversing back… COACH This has gotta hurt! … and ramming Gunners’ privates into the ring post! Axel crosses one leg over the other, and puts his leg between them, before rocking back, and locking in a figure 4 leg lock to Gunner Sharps around the ring post! The referee can do nothing about this, except start a five count, at which Axel breaks at four! Axel then delivers a standing elbow to the leg of Gunner, before ramming it around the ring post yet again! Axel rolls back into the ring, and looks at the somewhat defenceless Gunner Sharps, grasping at his now injured left leg. Axel takes the opportunity to go for a cover… One! Two! No! Gunner powers out at two. Gunner tries to get to his feet using the ropes, but Axel takes him down with another chop block. Then Axel grabs his left leg yet again, and brings him to the centre of the ring! Axel steps his leg over, twists around, and locks in a Figure Four! COLE Figure Four! Figure Four! Gunner could tap out right here! COACH Gunner has to be in tremendous pain right now! Gunner roars in pain as Axel locks the Figure Four in, and wrenches back on the leg. Gunner’s shoulders go down to the mat as he writhes in agony! One! Two! No! Gunner realises, and lifts his shoulders off the mat. Gunner tries to crawl to the ropes, but Axel crawls the other way, and grabs the bottom rope for added leverage! The referee checks on Gunner, and Gunner shouts that Axel is using the ropes! The referee checks Axel, who by now has let go of the bottom rope, and pleads innocence as he wrenches the leg even harder! Gunner’s shoulders go down again… One! Two! No! Gunner lifts his shoulders off the mat, and tries to turn Axel over, as the crowd try to will him on, the ‘Gun-ner’ chant becoming louder and louder! Gunner finds the strength to try one last gasp effort to turn over… and he does it, reversing the hold! COLE Gunner is still alive in this match! Axel quickly goes to the ropes, with the referee helping untangle the legs, and break he hold. The two men both take a second to regroup, before both trying to get up. Axel gets to his feet first, while Gunner has a harder time, using the ropes. Axel walks over to Gunner and tries to land a right hand to the back of his head, but Gunner turns around and blocks the blow, before delivering a right hand of his own, sending Axel backward! Axel comes forward and tries another right hand, and Gunner again blocks, and again lands a right of his own. Gunner steps toward Axel, gingerly, and lands a third, then a fourth right hand to the side of the head. Still favouring the left leg, Gunner sends Axel for an Irish Whip, Axel comes off the ropes, Gunner tries a clothesline, and Axel ducks under. Boot to the midsection by Axel, hooks the head of Gunner Sharps, does a quick half crucifix pose, and drives Gunner’s head down into the mat for an Evenflow DDT! CABOOSE Ha-ha! Axel has the advantage one again! COLE Axel with a stiff DDT, driving Gunner’s head into the mat, and it looks like he’s going for some high risk! This may not be a wise move! CABOOSE Why not Michael? He has Gunner grounded, this may be the move that puts the big guy away for good! Axel goes through the ropes and ascends the turnbuckles, steadying at the top rope. Axel signals to the crowd, and points at Gunner, before launching himself off the top rope for a five star frog splash… … But Gunner moves out of the way! Axel gets nothing but canvas! COLE Axel crashed, and he sure burned! Both men down! Gunner gets up first out of the two men, and Axel runs at him once again. Gunner catches Axel by the throat with his left arm, before taunting ‘The Dark One’ and lifting him high in the air for a massive Gorilla Press on one leg! COLE Look at the strength! With one leg! Gunner drops Axel over his shoulder, and sends him crashing down to the mat with a Spinebuster! Gunner limps over to the other side of the ring, and crouches in the corner, setting up for the Spear! COACH He’s going for the Spear! CABOOSE But can he do it with one good leg? Gunner waits for Axel to get to his feet, and starts to charge at Axel.. but his leg gives way when he puts full weight on it, and Gunner goes down in a heap! COLE He can’t do it! That leg is too banged up! Axe’s game plan has worked! The referee goes to check on Gunner, and Gunner tells the referee he is OK. Axel gets up and measures Gunner, before running and going for a Harlem Side Kick… But Gunner moves out of the way and the referee goes down! Axel turns around quickly, Gunner goes for a boot to the midsection, but Axel takes Gunner down with a vicious Dragon Screw! COACH The referee is down! Gunner is down! Axel is standing! CABOOSE Now this is where a smart guy takes advantage of the situation, right here. Axel’s a smart guy. He’s taking advantage of the situation. Axel looks at the fallen referee and smiles his wicked smile. He rolls to the outside of the ring, shoves the timekeeper out of the way, and grabs his steel folding chair. Axel slides into the ring, chair in hand, and measures Gunner, the sick, sadistic smile once again evident on his face. Gunner gets to one knee, and Axel charges at him, and lifts the chair high above his head… COLE Axel’s going to hit Gunner with that chair, Axel is going to decapitate Gunner Sha… … MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEEEEEEEAAAARRRRRRR~!~!~! BY GUNNER SHARPS OUT OF NOWHERE, THE CHAIR FLIES OVER BEHIND AXEL! COACH SPEAR! SPEAR! Gunner hit that huge Spear, driving Axel down to the mat!! GUNNER GOES FOR THE COVER, The fans chant along! ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRR!!! FOUR? HA FUCKING HA! NO REFEREE! COLE Dammit, the fans could count until tomorrow, and Gunner would still win this match! The referee is down, and Gunner is livid! Gunner stands up and hobbles over to the referee’s lifeless body, shaking him to wake up. Gunner grabs Axel again, and makes the cut-throat motion to the crowd, signalling for the end! COLE Gunner is going to go for All Guns Blazing! That Running over-the-shoulder powerbomb! It’s an AWESOME move! COACH Well why doesn’t he call it the Awesome Bomb? CABOOSE Your stupidity amazes me sometimes. Gunner puts Axel between his legs, and walks forward for All Guns Blazing… But Axel slips off the back of Gunner! Gunner staggers forward, and Axel grabs the steel chair! Gunner turns around, and WHAM~! Axel levels Gunner with a huge chair shot, knocking the big man down! COLE That was a vile chair shot by Axel! The referee can do nothing, he’s still down! Axel grabs the left leg of Gunner yet again, and brings the chair down into the knee of Gunner Sharps! Axel lays the chair over the injured leg, comes off the ropes, and delivers a knee to the chair, driving it into Axel’s leg once again! COACH This is a sickening display by Axel! Axel opens the chair up enough, and puts Gunner’s leg through it, and jumping on the chair, using it like a vice to try and snap Gunner’s leg in half! Gunner screams in pain and Axel sees that the referee is waking up! Axel unhooks the chair from Gunner’s leg and slides it out of the ring! Axel grabs Gunner’s leg again, and turns the big man over, locking in the Axel Grinder! CABOOSE Axel Grinder! The Single Leg Crap is locked in! This is the exclamation point! Gunner tries in vain to crawl toward the ropes, but Axel just pulls him back to the centre of the ring! The referee gets to his feet, and sees that Gunner is locked in the Axel Grinder in the centre of the ring! Axel wrenches the leg back further, and despite the fans’ chants, Gunner is forced to… COLE No! Hold on Gunner! … TAP OUT! *DING DING DING* Cue: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed The fans begin to jeer and boo loudly, starting an ‘ass-hole’ chant, which is overshadowed by an even louder ‘BULL-SHIT’ chant! Axel, after a long period, releases the hold, as his theme music keeps playing. BUFFER Here is your winner by submission… AXXXELLLLLLLLLL! Axel does the crucifix pose as the fans begin to throw bottles and cans into the ring, with Axel smile that sadistic smile once again, and looking down at the fallen Gunner Sharps. Axel rolls out of the ring, and up the ramp, to even more boos from the crowd. COLE Well that man on your screen folks, Axel, was damn lucky to get away tonight. If it hadn’t of been for that damn chair, I gotta believe that Gunner would have emerged the victor in this contest here tonight. CABOOSE Well, as I said Michael Cole, Axel took advantage of the situation, and he did what any good wrestler would do – I know I would – he did what he had to do to win. Axel walks out of the arena, as officials rush from the back to attend to Gunner Sharps. Gunner rolls out of the ring with help from the officials, and then makes his way out of the arena, with one official on each arm, as he refuses a stretcher. COACH Well I know this guys, this battle is far from over, and we will certainly see some fall out from this match this Thursday night on HeldDown. COLE What else can happen tonight? We’ve still got X Title and World Title matches to bring you!

Chain On a Pole Match The Cuban Wall vs. Ryan Smith ANNOUNCER The following bout is scheduled for 1 fall and is a CHAIN ON A POLE MATCH! LIGHTENING CREW! The fans stand and boo as a lightening bolt hits the entrance way and “No Chance in Hell” starts playing and The Cuban Wall appears on the stage. The fans continue to boo as he raises his arm and plays to the crowd. ANNOUNCER Making his way to the ring. From Havana, Cuba! Weighing in at 285 pounds......THE CUBAN WALL!!!!!!!! The fans continue to jeer and boo as The Cuban Wall enters the ring and begins jawing to the fans. He looks around and then climbs the turnbuckle where the chain hangs and shakes the pole for a moment before laughing maniacally. But the boo’s turn to wild cheers as The OU Fight Song begins to play. ANNOUNCER And his opponent! From Norman, Oklahoma! Weighing in at 226 pounds.....RYAN SMITH!!!!!!!!!! The fans cheer as Smith appears on stage pumping his fist to the air. He begins to walk a little faster before rushing the ring just as he does everytime he’s face off against The Cuban Wall! COLE Well this worked for Smith last time he faced Cuban Wall! Smith charges into the ring and immediately begins to deliver hard lefts and rights! Cuban Wall seems dazed but tries to punch back. Smith ducks under a haymaker delivers some kidney punches the back Wall up onto the ropes! Smith begins to drop clubbing blows onto Wall’s neck as he lays forward on the ropes dazed by the sudden attack! Smith hits the ropes.......and leaps over Wall! Guillotine! Wall bounces backwards and lands on his back holding his neck as the fans chant! FANS HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! COLE DID YOU SEE THAT!? COACH He cleared Cuban Wall! He leaped over him and guillotined him! Smith is right back in the ring on Cuban Wall as he tries to stand. Smith delivers some hard punches before pulling him to his feet. Smith stands Wall up and begins to punch him back to the ropes....Smith irish whips him and delivers a high flipping dropkick! Smith hits the ropes and delivers an elbow drop! Pin! 1!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!! Kick out easily! COLE Smith just trying to wear him down here. COACH You know the thing I noticed about Smith is that while he is a small guy and a technical wrestler...he brawls and fights like he weighs 300 pounds! CABOOSE Yeah well he’s facing a guy that really is almost 300 pounds so his ass better be careful! Wall once again tries to climb to his feet but Smith climbs to the second rope. A dazed Wall backs up towards the corner and Smith flies off with a bulldog! Wall’s face is driven into the mat as the fan’s go crazy! Smith looks up at the chain and begins to climb the ropes.....but Wall is getting back to his feet! Wall comes up behind Smith.....and his kicked in the face! Smith comes flying off with a clothesline.......NO! Wall catches him and drives him into the mat with a bossman slam! The fans immediately stand and boo at this turn of events! COLE Not a smart move by Smith! Smith tries to roll to the ropes but Wall is already on him! Wall chases him to the ropes and begins to stomp away on the prone Smith! Wall yanks Smith to his feet by his hair and picks him up on his shoulders for a powerslam! Wall displays his strength by walking to the middle of the ring with Smith on his shoulders and then driving him into the mat with a hard powerslam! Smith is in a world of hurt as Wall is back to his feet and coming off the ropes.....big splash! COLE This does not look good for Smith! CABOOSE It never looks good for a punk like Smith! Wall sits up on one knee and yanks Smith’s head up by the hair. Wall begins to pound his face with hard clubbing punches. Smith’s nose begins to slowly bleed as the pounding continues! Finally after about 8 shots Wall drops him and goes for a cover. 1!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!! SMITH KICKS OUT! Wall slowly rises to his feet looking down at the prone Smith. Smith tries to get to his feet making it to his hands and knees before Wall field goal kicks him right in the ribs lifting his entire body off the ground! Smith roles over in pain as Wall jaws at the crowd while they jeer him. Wall pulls Smith to his feet and whips him into the ropes.....he catches him coming off with a hard spinning powerslam! Smith is in lala land as Wall sends him into the turnbuckle! Wall comes in for an avalanche.....NO! Smith moves! Wall hits the turnbuckle and backs up dazed......Smith quickly to the second rope.........clothesline bringing Wall off of his feet! Smith looking desperate hobbles to the pole corner and begins to climb.....Wall is back up behind him and shoves him off to the outside! Smith hits the apron and falls to the floor! COLE Smith was getting desperate there and went for the chain quickly.....but to no avail! Wall looks up at the chain and then decides against going after it just yet. Instead he heads to the outside where Smith is laying. Wall yanks him to his feet and picks him up for a bearhug! Wall squeezes for about 5 seconds then runs him straight into the ringpost! Again! Again! Wall walks all the way to the opposite post holding the dazed Smith.....like a speeding train Wall runs in and slams Smith back first into the barrier moving it back a few feet! COLE Oh my god! That was painful to watch! COACH I don’t know how he’ll be able to stand now. CABOOSE He won’t. COACH I think he broke the barrier! CABOOSE Are you ignoring me? Smith lays on the guardrail for a second as Wall begins to deliver some hard shots. Smith moves his head back and begins to slap Smith’s chest with his giant hand! Smith grabs his chest in pain as Wall grabs him by the back of the head.....and shoves him into the ringpost face first! Smith falls over and Wall pulls him up again shoving him into the ring. Wall pulls Smith up by the back of his tights and delivers some hard shots to his lower back. Wall picks Smith up and delivers a hard back breaker across his knee and he holds it! Wall is bending Smith across his knee! The fans begin to chant Smith names and pounds the floor in support! Smith tries to fight out but he can’t, Wall just continues the pressure! COACH I don’t know how he can stand this! COLE The ref is asking him if he gives up! The fans are so loud now that the ref can’t even hear Smith crying out. Wall is screaming something as well as Smith continues to try and fight out but he is in the worst position to fight out of! Finally Wall stands to his feet pulling Smith up with him. Wall picks him up and drops him across his knee with another backbreaker! This time however he lets him fall to the mat. Wall now notices the chain and points to it as the fans boo and jeer. Wall heads for the turnbuckle and begins to climb.....he slowly makes it to the top and starts to stand to reach up for the chain...but Smith is fighting up....Smith stands and stumbles into the top rope! Wall loses his footing and crotches himself! The fans all wince feeling Wall’s pain as Smith lays on the ropes. Slowly he raises his head as the fans all cheer realizing he’s back in it! COLE There is no die in Smith! The roof is about to blow off of this arena! Smith stands and screams looking fired up as Wall finally gets off the top rope. Wall stumbles back right into Smith’s right hand! Smith begins to fire off on Wall like a man possessed! Wall is sent into the ropes.....Smith behind him.....Smith strains because of his back but he manages to get Wall up for a german suplex! Smith lays on the mat holding his back unable to capitalize. Wall however looks just as bad being dropped on his head! Smith slowly makes it to his feet and starts to climb up the top rope! Smith is up there......Wall walks up behind him.......Smith kicks him off.......and SMITH GRABS THE CHAIN! THE FANS ERUPT! NO.....WALL IS UP ON THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE AND HE POWERBOMBS SMITH OFF THE TOP! THE FANS HAVE LOST IT! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SMITH KICKS OUT BARELY! COLE Oh man......I can’t breath! That was amazing! What a comeback by Smith! But Wall is to much! Wall slowly gets to his feet and finds the chain laying on the mat......Smith is back up and......he nearly eats a chain to the face! But Smith manages to duck. Wall turns around....right into a low blow by Smith! Wall drops the chain! Smith hits the ropes and comes flying back in for a punch...Wall ducks! The fans are going nuts at this amazing turn of events! Wall picks him up for the WALL BREAKER! WALL SPINS AROUND SCREAMING.......SMITH WITH A CHAIN SHOT TO THE FACE! WALL DROPS HIM! SMITH WITH A HARD RIGHT FROM THE CHAIN! WALL REFUSES TO GO DOWN! THE FANS ARE ABOUT TO LOSE IT! SMITH HITS THE ROPES.........HIGH SWINGING SLEEPER DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SMITH WITH THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! ANNOUNCER The winner of this bout.........RYAN SMITH!!! COLE What a victory by Ryan Smith! He took a hell of a pounding and what a comeback! What a turn of reversals at the end of that match! CABOOSE I’m speechless. COACH Finally! The fans cheer as Smith slides out of the ring raising his hands in victory! He looks around and then heads out through the crowd celebrating with all of his fans! The fans mob over him as he heads through them to the back hugging and giving high fives to anyone that wants one! (We fade out and are shown an ad for next month's show, School's Out) SCHOOL'S OUT: CLASS DISMISSED May 30, 2004 (Back to the arena)

We cut backstage as Ryan Smith is pacing back and forth shadow boxing and stretching out in preperation for his chain on a pole match. Suddenly we hear a voice behind him. VOICE Getting ready for your match huh? It's weird not wrestling you tonight. Smith spins around to see Damaramu walking up to him. SMITH Oh it's you. DAMA Yeah it's me. Listen Ryan...I just wanted to say that whatever happens tonight......I'll be pulling for you. SMITH You pulling for me? DAMA Yes.....because.......*Dama gets into Smith's face*......I promised you that I'd end your career and that promise remains intact. If you allow yourself to be beaten and put on the shelf by a fat tub of goo like The Cuban Wall then you weren't worthy of my time. I hope you win. Because I'm looking forward to that rematch that'll end it all. Dama smirks in Smith's face then turns to walk off but Smith spins him back around. SMITH Oh Dama.....it'll never be over between us. Never. Dama and Smith stare into one another's eye's with intensity never seen before and then both men turn in the opposite direction and walk off. (Back to the arena) The Global Party Exchange vs. Skull Mask & Skull Kid In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na... The fans all stand and cheer as the lights on the stage go crazy and The Global Party Exchange bursts onto the stage!* ANNOUNCER The following tag team bout is scheduled for one fall! Making there way to the ring weighing in at a total combined weight of 407 pounds........Scotty Static and Johnny Jam Jackson......THE GLOBAAAAAL PARTY EXXXCHANGE!!!!!!!!!!! The fans continue to go nuts and all the teenage girls shriek as the two young men enter the ring and stand on the ropes playing to the crowd. Suddenly though a cold air goes over the arena as all of the lights go out. The fans begin to boo as a green light bathes the entrance way. “Scarecrow Man” by the Misfits begins to play as Skull Mask and Skull Kid walk onto the stage with absolutely no expression on their faces. Both men look at the crowd and then slowly raise there arms before stalking to the ring. ANNOUNCER And there opponents! From Mexico City weighing in at a total combined weight of 503 pounds........Skull Mask and Skull Kid......THE CULT OF DAMARAMU!!!!! The fans continue to boo as the two men enter the ring slowly and stand in front of there opponents. Scotty and Johnny both back up looking a little bit frightened and discussing strategy. Finally the lights come back on as Skull Mask steps out of the ring leaving Skull Kid to start things. Johnny and Scotty give one another a high five as Johnny exits the ring leaving Scotty to start. DING DING DING! COLE The GPX sure are going to have a tough task in front of them. But hey.......they’re world class athletes! CABOOSE Hmmm.......a Cult.......do they have Kool Aid? COACH Huh? Skull Kid locks up with Scotty as both men fight over the lock up. Scotty catches Kid in an armbar. Kid fights for a second and then hits the mat laying flat on his back then kipping up and shoving Scotty into his own armbar. Scotty winces for a second before doing a front roll and coming up out of the move. Both men face each other now as the fans clap. They lock up again and this time Skull Kid gets Scotty into a side headlock. Scotty backs him up to the ropes and sends him running. Scotty ducks, leapfrog by Kid, Scotty tries to catch him with a hiptoss on the rebound but Skull Kid flips to his feet from the hiptoss. Kid hits the ropes again as Scotty looks bewildered but quickly regains his bearings and ducks under a Skull Kid spinning wheel kick! Kid wipes out on the mat but seems unaffected! He is quickly to his feet! Scotty runs towards him and goes for a hurricarana! Kid holds on as he goes down and pulls him back up! Scotty rolls over him and brings him down for a pin! 1!!!! 2!!!!! Skull Kid reverses to where he’s sitting on Scotty’s chest! 1!!!!! 2!!!!!! Kick out! COLE Both men seem evenly matched here! COACH Yep neither one can seem to grab a clear advantage! Both men start to lock up again but Skull Kid quickly shoves his thumb into Scotty’s eye! CABOOSE There’s your advantage! Scotty backs up holding his eye as Skull Kid hits the ropes. Scotty regains his bearings in time to be hit with the spinning wheel kick! Kid is quickly back to his feet and begins to deliver some chops to the chest that back Scotty up to the corner! Kid begins to lay into Scotty with hard martial arts kicks that break him down. Kid runs to the opposite corner and then comes speeding across the ring to the prone Scotty. Kid climbs the turnbuckles until he bounces off of the top rope and kicks Scotty in the face! Scotty reels and Kid falls to the apron. Kid goes up top as Scotty wobbles to the middle of the ring and comes flying off with a missile dropkick! The fans begin to boo Kid and then cheer Scotty as he lays in the middle of the ring. Kid pulls Scotty to his feet and then drops him right back down with a DDT! Kid kips back up and stands over the prone Scotty as Johnny seems to be losing his mind on the apron! Kid looks at Johnny with no expression on his face and then slowly points to the physically imposing giant Skull Mask that is standing in the corner. The fans grow silent and then begin to boo as Skull Kid slowly walks to the corner and tags in Skull Mask. COLE This just got even more interesting. COACH Honestly.....and I’m looking at this objectively.......how are they going to beat that guy!? Mask slowly stalks to Scotty who is now trying to get to his feet. He feels Skull Mask’s pants and uses them to help himself to his feet. Finally he stands face to face with Skull Mask. He looks around and then goes to deliver a punch showing no fear! However Skull Mask catches his fist and twists it under. Scotty writhes in pain and Mask suddenly moves with blinding speed! He begins to deliver hard clubbing blows to Scotty. Scotty drops to his knees but Mask yanks him back up and lifts him up high on his shoulders in a canadian backbreaker! Scotty writhes in pain for a minute before Skull Mask flips it into a powerbomb like motion bringing him straight down on his head! COLE He spiked him! COACH He killed him! CABOOSE Awesome! Skull Mask goes for the cover! 1!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!! NO SCOTTY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! OH MY GOD! COLE The fans are going nuts! Johnny is trying to get them back into this! COACH The Cult came out fast and hard early on and just beat Scotty around....but he’s showing great toughness! Skull Mask shows no reaction the kickout and just stands to his feet yanking Scotty up by the hair. Skull grabs him by the throat getting ready to lift him high for the chokeslam but Scotty deliver a kick right between Skull’s legs! The fans erupt as Skull lets go and winces in pain! Scotty falls to the mat and begins to crawl towards his partner! Scotty is almost there as the fans begin to chant........ FANS GPX! GPX! Johnny leans in for the tag.......NO! Skull Mask is back on Scotty pulling him up by the head and tossing him down to the mat! Mask wheels around......big boot to Johnny! The fans all boo as the wind is taken out of there sails. Mask pulls Scotty back to the middle of the ring and delivers a few vicious knees to the mid section before sending him into the ropes.......Mask catches him on the rebound and delivers a sidewalk slam! Mask stands back to his feet and walks over to the corner to tag in Skull Kid. Kid receives the tag and quickly leaps to the top turnbuckle. Kid goes high......450 LEGDROP! THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! COLE OUT OF NOWHERE! COACH He nearly cut his head off! Kid goes for the cover! 1!!!!! 2!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!! NO! JOHNNY OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ELBOW! IT’S BROKEN UP! COLE These fans erupting at Johnny’s big save! Uh-oh! Skull Mask enters the ring and heads right for Johnny but the ref steps in between them. Skull Kid takes this opportunity and pulls something out of his tights.....brass knucks! He goes to punch Scotty with them.....Scotty ducks.......he picks Skull Kid up and drops him with an atomic drop! Kid dances in pain as Scotty picks up the brass knucks......and tosses them out of the ring! CABOOSE What a moron! COLE He’s doing the noble thing! What a true competitor! Scotty shakes his head regaining himself as Mask and Johnny are finally herded out of the ring. Scotty comes to and delivers a hard right hand to Skull Kid...he sends him into the ropes......high flipping dropkick and the fans erupt! Scotty decides not to toe it out with Skull Kid being so groggy so he makes the tag to Johnny and the fans go nuts! Johnny enters the ring a house on fire! He starts pounding on Skull Kid with hard rights and lefts! He sends him into the ropes and hits him with a clothesline on the way back in.....and he runs to Skull Mask’s corner flying right into his face with a forearm smash that takes him off the apron! COLE He’s all fired up and ready to go! Skull Kid tries to get to his feet but Johnny picks him up and powerslams him back down......Johnny hits the ropes.....big legdrop! Scotty picks him up again and sends him into the ropes...he comes back in and is met with a spinebuster! Scotty with the pinfall! 1!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT! COLE He almost had him! Johnny is not affected by the kick out as he backs Kid up to the corner with some punches and tags in Scotty! Scotty leaps into the ring and sends Kid into the opposite turnbuckle! Scotty follows him in and monkey flips him out! Scotty back to his feet as he delivers some hard rights and lefts to Skull Kid! He goes up for the hurricarana.....and he gets it! Pinfall! 1!!!! 2!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!! NO HE KICKED OUT! COLE He almost had him again! Johnny begs for the tag so Scotty tags him in again! Johnny enters into the ring and sends Skull Mask into the ropes....he catches him on the rebound with a flipping powerslam! Johnny goes up.....and comes flying off the second turnbuckle with an elbow! Johnny sends kid into the ropes....and catches him with......a swinging bearhug into a uranage! Pinfall! 1!!!!! 2!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!! SKULL KID KICKS OUT! COLE Oh my god! What will it take to beat this guy!? CABOOSE They have weird powers given to them by Damaramu! COACH Are you ok? CABOOSE Fine you pink elephant! Johnny tags Scotty in again! Scotty enters the ring and hits the ropes as Skull Kid is trying to get up........Shining wizard! Skull Kid is flat on his back! Scotty heads to the ropes and goes up jumping to the top rope for the STATIC SHOCK!............NO! SKULL MASK IS BACK ON THE APRON WITH THE BRASS KNUCKS...AND HE PUNCHES SCOTTY RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE! THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT! COLE WHAT!? NO! NOT LIKE THIS! Skull Mask drops the knucks to the floor and leans over for the tag as Johnny freaks out in the corner. Kid crawls over the fallen Scotty Static and tags in Skull Mask as the boo’s begin to fill the arena! COLE Uh-oh......this isn’t good! COACH Not good at all! I think the parties over! Skull Mask yanks Scotty up and grabs him around the throat for a chokeslam.......Johnny runs in.......and is caught to! Skull strains and.......HE CHOKESLAMS BOTH MEN AT THE SAME TIME! COLE What strength! COACH I’m scared! CABOOSE (praying) Oh Damaramu please protect this announce table and all who sit at it....except Cole and Coach. Skull Mask picks Scotty up for a powerbomb and suddenly whips around.....HELICOPTER SIT OUT POWERBOMB........RIGHT ONTO JOHNNY! THE FANS ARE BOOING LIKE NUTS! SKULL MASK WITH THE COVER! 1!!!! 2!!!!! 3!!!!! DING! DING! DING! ANNOUNCER THE WINNER’S OF THIS BOUT.....SKULL MASK AND SKULL KID........THE CULT OF DAMARAMU! The fans boo as the green light bathes the ring while both Skull’s raise there hands high in the air! They both still show no emotion as they continue there dark and mono celebration. COLE What will it take to beat these two!?!?!? CABOOSE A shotgun. Let's speed this show up, huh! I got things to see and people to do! On with the next match!

That's what Zack told me, but what are the brackets? I'm out of the loop.

Am I blind or are Alaska and Hawaii missing from the USA in this game?

I hate April fools'. Book something.

Not really. I'm taking a break from the OAOAST. I may comeback later. Or maybe I won't. Either way, C-ya!

I already sent your skit to Zack. Edit: I also sent PFL's stuff.

Send your stuff to someone else. I won't be posting the show this week, or any week in the foreseeable future.

Can you take these two out and put someone else in the fourway match?

YO! I got something for you. Uh, let me respond to your other PM and tell you then.

For those who care the roster page is semi updated.

Since when has CC been a mod? And what's she a mod of?

Thanks for all the compliments on the ten man. I'm partial to it because I wrote part of it, Zack wrote the other part. As for the rest of the show, Bryte's logic made sense to moi. I think he and Panther should form a tag team at some point. The little exchange between Axel and Crystal was nicely done as well. Also, I got a lot more matches then I expected. I assumed that people would take it easy this week due to finishing up their AM matches. I was wrong!

I'll leave some soon.

CREDITSSSSQDGWUFGWQ! Double C Hoff Papa Dama PFL Zack Moi Adam Whoever wrote the Angleslam match Moi PRL!

OAOAST HeldDOWN~! “Trust me” by pop hottie Lucy Woodward plays as we SEE THE LOGO~ The opening pyro explodes around the MCI center in Washington DC! The camera gives us several shots of the sold out crowd before finally resting on Sofa Central and Triple C! COLE Welcome to HeldDOWN! We've made one final stop before Anglemania in the nation's capital, Washington, DC! CABOOSE More like nation’s crapital. COACH Crapital? LOL, Boozy. CABOOSE Put a sock in it. Mike, you called tonight's HeldDOWN the biggest show in our short history. Normally, I'd refer to you as a face licking shill, but this time you may be right. COLE I think I am. Folks, tonight Team Hollywood, consisting of Northstar, Calvin, Josh Duhamel, Silver Star and Buff daddy goes against Team HeldDOWN, consisting of Zack, Alix, Candie, Crystal and Peter Knight in a winner takes all, high stakes match up! COACH If team Hollywood wins then John Singleton and his crew gain free reign over HeldDOWN~! and it's staff/roster. If the hD~! side wins, the cast and crew of 3 Stages Of Hell cease production, and get to steppin'. Holla at a playa! CABOOSE All I know is that if Team Hollywood loses Northstar's gonna have a serious legal problem on his hands with Twentieth Century Fox for breech of contract. COLE Make me give a damn! Let's get on with the show! *The OU Fight Song booms over the arena's speakers as the fans all stand up and cheer for who they expect to exit the curtain. Sure enough the fans explode as Ryan Smith and Charlie Hoss make there way out of back and towards the ring.* COLE Well the week long cooling off period for Ryan Smith and Charlie Hoss is over. Any word on if Damaramu is out of jail yet? COACH Last I checked his ass was still locked up. *Both men enter the ring and give a wave to the fans. Smith has a large bandage wrapped around his head still left over from the assault that he recieved at the hands of Damaramu. Smith grabs a mic and the fans all stop to listen.* SMITH I would like to thank all of the fans for there concern. Me and Charlie are fine. And I estimate from what I've heard that Alix will be alright to. I feel very badly that you all had to witness that horrific scene that occured two weeks ago. But I warned you all! I told everyone that Damaramu was not human! I told you all that he had no emotion. And I think that just proves it. The man enjoys hurting people. If he could he'd attack every single one of you in the crowd. I know how much you all hate him. *The fans cheer to show there approval for what Smith is saying* And let me tell you......I hate him more than all of you combined. This man used to be my best friend. But I've learned that there is no redemption. I've learned that Satan himself cannot be redeemed. So I'm going to ride into Anglemania and proceed to whip the devil's ass from one side of the ring to the other until he is out cold and never wants to show his evil face on Helddown again. *The fans all cheer as Charlie Hoss takes the microphone.* HOSS Damaramu....you're a monster. That's all there is to it. And I can't wait to see what Smith does to you. As for Skull Mask....you big bastard. You think you scare me? You think your freaky face paint and freaky clothes scare me? You show no emotion...well I'm going to make you feel plenty. You'll be feeling pain when I'm kicking your ass at Anglemania! SMITH That's a promise folks. We aren't going to be pushed around anymore. *The lights all go out as the fans all begin to make some noise. Suddenly a green mist and light fills the arena. The Undertaker's Ministry of Darkness music begins to play over the arena. However whenever the Undertaker speaks in tongues during the song everyone notices that it is Damaramu's voice. Smith and Hoss look confused, not afraid but confused.* COLE What the hell is going on? CABOOSE I think that devil they were talking about is here. *Suddenly Damaramu's voice booms over the arena. But he is nowhere to be seen. There is a more sinister edge to his voice.* DAMARAMU Ryan Smith. You warned everyone about the real me. You wanted to prevent the demon inside of me from making itself known....to late. Your very existence has driven me over the edge. Yes there is no redemption. But there is no saving your soul from what will occur at Anglemania. No saving it from ME. You will see that side of me you got a good look at a few years ago and hoped that you would never see again. I'm coming to Anglemania Ryan Smith. And hell's coming with me. *Smith and Hoss stand up looking confused as the lights go back on in the arena to reveal Skull Mask in the ring with a chair. Smith turns around to have it cracked over his skull. Hoss turns to do something but is also dropped by a thunderous blow to the head. Skull Mask stands in the ring over the two fallen warriors and looks up at the sky as the green mist fills the ring again and the Ministry Music plays again. The fans are standing in stunned silence at what just occured as Skull Mask continues to look to the sky as if praying to something.* FADE TO BLACK VOICEOVER The following is a classic CALVIN SZECHSTEIN moment! Brought to you by General Managers for a champion with integrity Angleslam 2003 Zack comes out of the corner at Calvin, who looks defenseless, but ducks the oncoming onslaught and backdrops Zack over the top...NO~! Zack SKINS THE CAT...NO~! Calvin grabs him by the legs, pulling him in a bit, and then hits the Hardcore Holly style nutshot~! Zack falls to the mat, clutching himself, and Calvin takes the loose rope and quickly wraps in around Zack's neck, using the hook from it's turnbuckle support to keep it in place. Calvin pulls Zack to his feet, and mouths something to him...THEN TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE~! ZACK MALIBU IS BEING HUNG~! The referee slides out of the ring frantically, trying to undo Zack from the cable. Calvin climbs up the ladder steadily, making it to the next to last step, and reaching up, the OAOAST Title Belt swaying in the breeze. The referee frees Zack from his grip, and Zack collapses to the deck, out of breath and near-faint, as the referee looks into the ring... AND SEES CALVIN SZECHSTEIN GRAB THE OAOAST WORLD TITLE BELT~! MC NO! No, not like that! COACH ...well...shit... The crowd boos HEAVILY, as Calvin stays perched on the ladder, raising up the big Gold belt in his right hand, then pulling it close to him, hugging it. He comes down from the ladder, and the referee goes to raise his hand, but he knocks the referee away, choosing to look down at, then raise up the belt he has just claimed, as the announcement is made... RING ANNOUNCER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...and NEW...OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...CALVIN SZECHSTEIN!!! (Fade out) (Go to break)

(Return from break) COACH Main event time! COLE Who’s going home with the rights to HeldDOWN and who goes home empty handed? CABOOSE Simple mind, simple question. This is Team Hollywood’s match for the taking. They have one non wrestler compared to team HeldDOWN’s one non wrestler and one severely injured wrestler. Easy pickings for a more cohesive and established unit like Team Hollywood. If you think otherwise, then frankly you have no business in the pro wrestling industry. Actually, when team Hollywood wins the match, I doubt you two will even be in the pro wrestling industry! COLE Sorry, Caboose, but I have faith in my friends! I know the good guys will win tonight and we can close out this stressful chapter in HeldDOWN’s history! COACH Before we start, I should tell you that I'm getting word that due to TNT and the AON keeping all possible tag teams from entering the tag match at AM III, Northstar has changed it from a fatal four way match to a three stages of hell match! COLE Arrogant slime! CABOOSE Wrong. Confident pro. The house lights dim to the point where you'd think the arena had a blackout. The fans pop in anticipation for the start of tonight's MAIN EVENT. Chants of "HeldDOWN" can be heard in the 400 level of MCI Center. A spot light shines on HeldDOWN's ring announcer Michael Buffer. BUFFER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! The crowd pops! BUFFER IT IS TIME FOR TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT..... A TEN MAN ELIMINATION MATCH BETWEEN TEAM HOLLYWOOD..... CROWD BOOOOOOO! BUFFER AND TEAM HELDDOWN~~~~! CROWD YEAAAAAAAA! BUFFER The rules are as follows, each wrestler can be eliminated by pin fall, submission or disqualification. Once a wrestler has been eliminated he or she must return to dressing room immediately. With that said LETS GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLEEEEEEE! There's a long pause, and a silence falls over the previously rabid sellout crowd. The upper part of the arena is filled with a light blue fog, while the lights bath the venue in a dark blue glow. VOICE Wake me up A blue missile pyro shoots out from an opening on the right side of the entrance stage. VOICE Wake me up A yellow missile pyro shoots out from an opening on the left side of the entrance stage The voice continues as the pyro alternates between blue and yellow, left and right before finally reaching the middle of the entrance stage. The voice stops, and a massive green pyro missile comes flying from the stop of the arena and lands on the center of the stage, causing more blue and gold pyro to explode on the entrance ramp! The familiar sounds of the piano keys fill the air, as "Bring me to life" blares through the arena's state of the art sound system! The fans blow the roof off the MCI Center with cheers for Team HeldDOWN~! COLE Throw one up for the home team, playas! COACH Hey! They're feeding you my lines! Shoulder to shoulder the HeldDOWN representatives step through a thick pyro induced smoke! With team captain Zack Malibu in the middle, they stop at the top of the entrance ramp, join hands and raise their arms into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd! COLE Standing together as one, they are team HeldDOWN~! Caboose, how can you not swell with pride? CABOOSE Easy. None of these creeps, are dotting the i's on my paycheck. COACH There's no I in Caboose. CABOOSE And there's no U in intelligent, either. Led by Zack Malibu and his gal pal Candie, team HeldDOWN walks down the ramp, to a loud ovation. Peter Knight and Crystal position themselves behind Candie and Zack, while the injured Alix lags behind waving to the crowd. BUFFER Now making their way to the ring, first, from San Jose, California, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she will be facing HeldDOWN's general manager at Anglemania, she is ALIX SPEZZZZIAAAA! From Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds, former world tag team champion.....PETER KNIIIIIIIIGHT! Team HeldDOWN slides into the ring, the flashing lights bath them in an aqua color. Knight and Alix climb to the top of two separate corners, while Candie and Crystal climb to the vacant ones. The four team mates work the crowd into a frenzy while Zack stands in the center of the ring arms folded and with his eyes on the entrance ramp. BUFFER From Coquitlam, B.C, Canada, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds, the OAOAST's female phenom.....CRYSTAAAAAAAAL! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds, CAAAAAAANDIE! And finally... A small "Zack" chant breaks out. BUFFER The captain of Team HELDDOWN~!, he will be appearing in his second straight ANGLEMANIA main event, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds.....ZACK MALIBBBBUUUUUUUUUU~! As soon as Buffer's done announcing Zack's name, "Bring me to life" cuts out. The lights change from a dark blue, to a devilish red. Bubbles begin to float out from the top of jumbo tron and into the crowd. A golden pyro shower falls from the ceiling and lands in front of the entrance way. Another shower, this time a red one, falls from the scoreboard and into the center of the ring, causing Team HeldDOWN to scatter from the ring. The unfamiliar opening guitar rife of the theme song for "3 Stages of Hell" "Disarm" by Smashing Pumpkins, starts. The slow pace of the song doesn't stop the crowd from erupting with boo's so venomous and hate filled that they'd put the devil himself to shame. COLE The enemy has been sighted. Show them no mercy! When Billy Corgan's voice starts, Team Hollywood emerges through the raining pyro waterfall, heads down and mouths silent. Northstar steps through first and they head down to the ring without delay. BUFFER Now making their way to the ring, being accompanied by James Woods and John Singleton first from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, former WCW United States champion....BUFF BAGWEEEEEEEL! From Bayside, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, former X division champion, SLY SOMMMERS~! CABOOSE At eighteen years of age, Sly is the youngest competitor in this match. Crystal is second at nineteen COACH Just the way I like em, barely legal! With both their pyro waterfalls ended, and the depressing lyrics of the Smashing Pumpkin's hit filling the air, Team Hollywood walks down the entrance ramp in a single file unit. Team Captain Northstar leads, followed by Silver Star, Sly, Josh Duhamel, Buff, James Woods and director John Singleton. BUFFER From Santa Monica, CALIFORNIA, one half of the number one contenders to the world tag team titles, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds....SILVER STAAAAAAAAARRRR! From Minot, North Dakota weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, "3 Stages of Hell"'s leading man....JOSH DUHAMEEEEEEELLL! And finally the team captain, from Beverly Hills, CALIFORNIA, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, he's beaten Anglesault, he's beaten CWM, he's beaten Zack Malibu, he's beaten Tim Moysey, he's beaten Spider Poet, he is HeldDOWN's general manager.......NOOOOOORTHSTAAAAAAAAR! The announcement of Northstar's name is met with jeers. Team Hollywood gets into the ring, ready to fight and stares down their adversaries who are also making their way into the ring. COLE The atmosphere in the arena is electric! Never have I seen anything like it before! CABOOSE Haven't you announced a Wrestlemania mainevent? COLE NEVER HAVE I SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE! The fans don't know who to cheer for, who to chant for and who to boo, so their screams and shouts come out a garbled mess. The ref for tonight's match is barely able to make himself heard due to the crowd's deafening noise. COLE Referee Sid Smythe isn't going to have an easy time controlling this match. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes tonight. CABOOSE With a comb over like that and five o'clock shadow, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes any night. To add to the audio commotion the competitors start hurling insults and threats at one another as well. Leading the exchange of abusive slander are the team captains, Northstar and Zack Malibu. "I'll drown HeldDOWN, Zack. Drown it in a pool of your blood and remake it in my image." Northstar boasts as Silver Star pats his good friend on the back for encouragement. "Knock off the shit, bub." Zack responds. Alix Spezia stands next to him with confidence and without fear of the man she once gave her heart to. A man who's trying his hardest to avoid meeting her ice cold glare. "Can't say I didn't warn ya, love!" Northstar shouts to Zack, his voice hardly able to carry over the crowds unified chant of "Zack! Zack! Zack!" Never once taking his eye off Zack, Northstar orders his team out of the ring and onto the apron. They comply. Silver Star gives Northstar an encouraging punch to the arm, before slipping through the ropes. CABOOSE Come on Malibu, tell your henchmen to beat it! Zack asks his team to leave the ring, and they do so without question. They position themselves closely together on the ring apron, whereas team Hollywood has spread themselves out to the point where they almost take up two corners. Sly slams his hand on the turnbuckle. "Let's go!" He shouts, echoing the crowd's desire to see some action. Sly's wish is the ref's command, the bell is rung and we're under way! COACH Our livelihoods hang in the balance of this match. CABOOSE Speak for yourself, cock jockey. Northstar and I are like brothers. He'd never fire family. A cocky smirk etched on his gorgeous face, Northstar stares down Zack. However, Zack stands firm, eyes planted on his long time adversary. Northstar inches closer to Zack, his smirk replaced with a chilling frown. Zack still holds his ground, refusing to be intimidated, refusing to lose the psychological battle. CROWD NORTHSTAR SUCKS! NORTHSTAR SUCKS! NORTHSTAR SUCKS! The crowd's hatred is all the motivation Northstar needs to go on the attack. He drills Zack with a spinning back hand that sends the preppy staggering back into the ropes. Northstar follows, leans his chest into Zack's body, grabs his right arm and whips him to the opposite side of the ring! As Zack instinctively turns and reaches his arm for the rope, Buff cheap shots him a forearm shot to the back! Zack stumbles forward into a waiting Northstar's arms. Northstar hooks Zack into position for a Rock bottom, does a little trash talking, then sweeps his left leg out from under him and drives him to the ground with an STO! "The world is mine, baby! The world is mine!" Northstar's arrogant statement does nothing but elicit more negative reactions from a crowd he's failed to win over. COLE I'll never understand the need to hold a conversation with the entire world when you are in the heat of battle. COACH That's because you aren't a show man. Neither am I. I'm a Coachman! Get it? Northstar hooks Zack into a grounded side head lock. As he continues with the hold, Northstar starts to sing "Low" by Kelly Clarkson. "Have you ever been low? Have you ever had a friend who let you down?" COLE He's singing! In a wrestling match! With the headlock still applied, both men get to their feet. Zack gives Northstar a shove that sends him into the ropes nearest the GM's corner. Zack bends over so that Northstar must leap frog him. Northstar on the other hand has a different idea. Instead of leap frogging Zack on the rebound, he sunset flips him! Lying on the mat, Northstar holds on to Zack's tights and tries to bring him into a pinning situation! Zack won't play along, however. Instead he drops to his knees, so that he's firmly positioned on Northstar's neck. Helpless, Northstar can only cry out in pain as Zack hammers him with punch after punch after punch! COACH Big poppa Zack is your hook up! CABOOSE You're getting your bland baby faces mixed up again. Zack hops off Northstar, stands up and throws his right arm into the air, energizing the crowd and his teammates! CROWD Zack! Zack! Zack! Northstar rolls to his corner, he begrudgingly makes the tag to Buff Bagwell, drawing a smattering of boo's from the crowd. Buff hops over the ropes, and wastes no time in engaging Zack in a spirited brawl! They exchange hard rights and quick lefts, a scene reminiscent of their match from last week. Just like last week, Zack gets the upper hand with a flesh searing chop! Whooooo! Another chop! Whooooo! Another chop! Whoooo! Another chop! Buff's chest is a light red from the viscous blows! CABOOSE What's wrong with you Malibu? Can't you see that you've destroyed a picture perfect tan? Not wanting to hog all the action for himself, Zack tags in the big man, Peter Knight! Knight slowly steps over the dark red ring ropes. His slow movement proves costly, as it gives Buff just enough time to recover from the earlier chops. Hoping to prevent the big man from getting in any offense, Buff pounces on Knight! He hammers him with a clubbing forearm to the back then a European uppercut to the face sending Knight staggering back into one of the few neutral corners "Take out his knees!" Sly instructs, hoping that Buff can soften him up before their Anglemania match. Buff decides to follow Sly's instruction. He places Knights leg onto the second rope. Knight tries to fight back with a punch, but Buff quickly blocks it and nails Knight in the nose with a head BUTT! Buff begins to stomp away at Knight's knee, not once noticing the blood pouring from Knights nose. COLE This can't be good. We've get a bleeder and we're only minutes into the match. Buff ends his attack on Knight's knee, grabs the back of his head and leads Knight to Team Hollywood's corner. All four men stick their hands over the ropes, eager to get their hands on a weakened knight. Not knowing which one of his blood thirsty teammates to bring into the match, Buff plays a game of eney meeny miny moe and finally settles of Silver Star! He slaps SS' hand and tells him to go up top for a double team. Buff holds Knight's massive arms behind his back, preventing him from escaping a potentially deadly double team maneuver. "Green for the money! Go for the honey!" Silver Star hollers before coming off the top and nailing Knight in his nose with an ax handle smash! Blood flows like a waterfall from Knight's nose, down his chin and "SPLAT!" Onto the canvas as well. Northstar leans over the top rope and takes a verbal jab at his former stable mate. "Hey! I hope you're gonna clean that up after this is over! I'm not your maid!" It's a mean spirited comment that elicits a round of laughter from Team Hollywood and their allies on the outside. Buff lets Knight go and he falls to the ground. Showing no mercy, Silver Star refuses to let up! He lifts Knight's tree trunk like leg into the air, tilts his own body, and drops an elbow onto the side of Knight's knee! That coupled with the damage done by Buff's previous attack, causes Knight to howl in immense pain! He slams his hands against the mat as Silver Star applies pressure on a leg lock. COLE Will Peter Knight submit? Will team HeldDOWN be team ManDOWN? Find out after this break! (Go to break) (Return from break) The commercials end and we return to the match. "3 Stages of Hell" leading man Josh Duhamel has replaced Silver Star. Josh is using his foot to choke Knight between the ropes! Knight screams out for help, but only receives a smack to the face from director John Singleton. The ref goes over to admonish Singleton, taking his attention away from the match and allowing Sly to jump into the ring for some double team action! COACH Pay attention, Sid! This match is too important to get side tracked by outside happenings. Sly runs over his double team idea with the wrestling novice Josh Duhamel. Josh says he doesn't get it, so Sly explains it again. Josh still doesn't get it, and Sly pitches a fit! He calls in Northstar to execute the double team maneuver, but the young GM stays firmly planted when he sees Knight standing, fuming and looking to hurt someone. Josh and Sly turn around at the same time...BAM! they both get floored with a double clothesline! Sly rolls out of the ring immediately, but Josh, who isn't used to taking this sort of punishment is unable to make an escape! Knight brings him to his feet and throws him into the ropes! On the rebound, Josh's million dollar face is met with a big boot from Knight's good leg! Knight limps to his corner and makes the tag to ............. CANDIE! CROWD We want Candie! We want Candie! COACH We're about to get her, playas! Candie climbs to the top rope and sails off with a picture perfect high risk MOONSAULT~! OOMPH! The fans pop like it's going out of style as her chest connects with a KO'ed Josh Duhamel! She winces in pain but is still able to go for a lateral press. PIN ATTEMPT 1....2.....3?? NORTHSTAR COMES OFF THE TOP WITH A BIG TIME ELBOW DROP ONTO CANDIE'S BACK! CANDIE ENDS HER PIN ATTEMPT! COLE Did she get it? Was that free? I mean three. CABOOSE No she didn't get it! That was only 2.9! Referee Sid Smythe leans over the rope and shouts something to ringside announcer Michael Buffer. COACH What the heck is he's saying Boo? CABOOSE If you'd shut up, maybe I could HEAR! "Ladies and gentlemen...the pinfall....COUNTS!" The announcement gets a pop from the fans, as they realize they're only four more pins away from being rid of "3 Stages of Hell". "Josh Duhamel..." Buffer continues "has been eliminated!" Another crowd pop follows! Josh is rolled out of the ring by the referee, who's getting an earful from Silver Star, James Woods and Buff Bagwell. Instead of throwing a temper tantrum or losing his cool, Northstar calmly and coolly hooks his arms around Candie's legs, turns her over and puts her into the LIONTAMER~! The crowd boo's heavily at the sight of one of Northstar's two new finishing moves! At the urging of her boyfriend and her team mates, Candie is able to make the ropes.... BUT before she can wrap her hands around them John Singleton yanks them away from her! In an effort to make up for his earlier bad call, the ref lets this infraction slide. Calm expression on his face, Northstar drags Candie back to the center of the ring where she TAPS THE FUCK OUT to the LIONTAMER~! CROWD Booooooooo! BUFFER Candie has been... ELIMINATED! Northstar let's Candie go. He slaps his chest, then blows a mocking kiss to the fans who want nothing better but to see him get humiliated on the biggest night of his life. CROWD YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! Northstar ignores the fans. Instead he turns to the last remaining blonde bombshell besides himself, Crystal. He wiggles his ass in her direction, blows her kiss and invites her into the ring. She turns to Alix, who nods and tells her to go. Crystal gets into the ring, popping the crowd! Northstar who never had any intention of fighting Crystal, waves bye and runs to his corner tagging Sly Sommers! CABOOSE Here comes the OAOAST's next main event star, Sly! COACH He hasn't beat Peter Knight yet! CABOOSE He will. I've got one thousand bucks riding on it! The two youngsters lock up, they jockey for position with Sly getting the upper hand with a forearm shot! He grabs Crystal's arm and shoots her into the ropes! On the rebound Crystal leaps into the air for a hurricanrana! Sly counters with a running powerbomb, which Crystal counters back into a hurricanrana! CROWD AND COACH CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! Crystal gives the crowd an appreciative thumbs up! She brings Sly to his feet, elbowing him in the back of the head, to make sure she stays on the offensive. She goes behind Sly, putting her head under his left arm, she lifts him onto her shoulder, then falls backwards, driving him down with a belly to back suplex! COACH That's a main eventer, playa! Sly is able is to use the ropes to get to his feet, the voluptuous ring vixen is right on his case, and nails him with a shoulder block, that sends him flying over the top rope and to the outside! The fans in the front row get to their feet and taunt the hell out of HeldDOWN's fastest rising star. To add injury to insult, Sly find's himself on the outside of team HeldDOWN's corner. Never claiming to play fair, the tanned brunette, Alix hops off the ring apron. She brings Sly to his feet and drives him to the mat with a double arm DDT! CABOOSE What kind of sportsmanship is that? Team Hollywood would never stoop so slow! COLE She's the only one who hasn't been in the match, she needs to stay fresh. CROWD SLY'S A CATCHER! SLY'S A CATCHER! Alix pushes Sly into the ring, into the waiting arms of Crystal. She brings Sly to this feet and whips him into the ropes, she bounces off the ropes herself and throws a clothesline at Sly! DUCKED! Sly rebounds one more time.... KAPOW! He nails Crystal with a flying knee to the chest! Sly's to out of it to string together another set of offensive maneuvers so he tags in Silver Star! Silver ducks under the ropes and is met with a chorus of jeers as he goose steps his way over to Crystal! Crystal gets to a vertical base, but is met a cheap shot thumb to the eye! With Crystal temporarily blinded, Silver Star capitalizes on an opportunity and nails her with a spinning wheel kick! Instead of taunting or going for a pin, Silver Star makes a tag to his good friend Northstar. Northstar hooks his arms around her legs and the crowd erupts with boo's because they think he's going for a LIONTAMER~! Much to their surprise, he simply sling shots Crystal to his corner, where Buff nails her with an outstretched fist! Rather then continue to punish Crystal, Northstar tags Buff in. COLE Uh, I've run out of things to say. Surprisingly, Buff hasn't run out of moves to use. He patiently waits for Crystal to get to her feet. When she does, he nails her in the head with a quick elbow strike! Much to Buff's displeasure, she stumbles but doesn't fall! Buff smacks her with a right cross, but he still doesn't floor her! Frustrated, he runs the ropes, coming back with an outstretched arm, looking to clothesline Crystal! Crystal has other ideas, she leaps into the air and hits Buff with a TOTALLY BEAUTIFUL DROP KICK, turning the momentum in her teams favor! CROWD CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! COACH HELL YEAH! THAT A GIRL! THAT A GIRL! I WANT TO CARRY YOUR BABY! Every person on the ring apron leans over the ropes and out stretches their hand, looking for a tag as the two wrestlers crawl to their respective corners! The crowd is on their feet, buzzing with uncontrollable electricity as they wonder who will get the coveted hot tag! CRYSTAL TAGS IN ALIX SPEZIA, causing the pro HeldDOWN audience to go absolutely wild! Alix flips into the ring! BUFF TAGS NORTHSTAR! NO! Northstar yanks his hand away at the last minute when he sees Alix in the ring. Buff reaches out one more time for the heartbroken GM, but Northstar hops of the ring apron and adamantly refuses to step in the ring with Alix. CROWD NORTHSTAR DOES ANAL! NORTHSTAR DOES ANAL! Alix makes a mad dash for team Hollywood's corner! She cuts off all potential routes of escape for Buff, by shoving Silver Star off the apron, and flooring Sly with a punch! CROWD ALIX RULES! ALIX RULES! ALIX RULES! Alix turns her attention to a now standing Buff. Buff throws a wild haymaker in her direction! Using her speed, Alix slips behind Buff and rolls him up with an inside cradle! Pin attempt! CROWD 1 CROWD 2 CROWD 3!!!!!! Buff quickly gets on his knees, protesting that Alix held his tights. Something that definitely did not happen. The referee tells Buff to leave the ring, lest he wants his entire team disqualified. BUFFER Buff Bagwell has been....ELIMINATED! Alix smiles and gives an appreciative and loving wave to all the fans that are on their feet cheering for her and her team! CABOOSE What? A former united states champion has just been pinned by T&A! Team Hollywood is scattered about on the outside. Northstar is making excuses for their poor showing to an enraged James Woods and John Singleton, while Silver Star and Sly are bitching out Buff Bagwell for getting pinned with a school boy. COLE Trouble on tinsel team! Will things be solved before we come back from the break? (GO to break) (RETURN FROM BREAK) Back! Things are kind of straightened out for team Hollywood. Buff's long gone, and John Singleton and James Woods have returned to their previous duty of cheering on their team as opposed to criticizing them. Currently in the ring is Northstar's friend since second grade, Silver Star and his estranged fiance, Alix Spezia. Just like everyone else in the match, Silver Star has an extreme height and weight advantage over Alix. However she refuses to back down! She charges at Silver Star for a lock up and gets shoved down to the ground! Silver Star smiles at his display of strength then flexes his less then impressive muscles drawing groans from the females in the audience. Alix gets back up, dusts her self off and goes for another lock up. Silver Star switches things up and goes behind her with a hammer lock! He shoves her by her injured back into the ropes, and she noticeably winces in pain. Peter Knight tags himself in, but Alix tags herself back in! "Let me do this." She tells him, her voice barely above a soft whisper. Knight reluctantly allows Alix to continue the match. Silver Star's face displays a smile a mile long when he sees that the weakened Alix wishes to continue the match! SMACK! The smile's turned right side up when Alix FLOORS him with a flying forearm! The crowd pops, but the move itself did more to anger Silver Star then seriously injure him. CABOOSE If Alix wants to stay in this match, any offensive move she does cannot have her landing on her back. That was a good move to use. The two residents of Cali, get to their feet at the same time. Despite just getting rocked with a flying forearm Silver Star is able hit an offensive maneuver. He scoops Alix up and slams her back first onto the mat! Alix clinches her fist and grits her teeth as she tries not to let the pain overwhelm her. CABOOSE When you have a lower back strain and an injured collarbone, even the most basic of moves can be deadly! Silver Star bends over for a lateral press, but gets rolled up into a pin by Alix! 1 2 KICK OUT! Enraged that Alix almost got a three off him, Silver Star springs to his feet! He waits for Alix to get to her feet as well, then meets her with a forearm to back! Alix puts her hand on the small of her back and cringes as the pain starts to become to much for her to bear. CROWD Let's go Alix! Let's go Alix! Let's go Alix! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Zack bangs on the turnbuckle, hoping to provide encouragement to a long time enemy turned new found friend. Silver Star grabs the back of Alix's thick coffee colored hair. He turns to Northstar and shouts "Doing this for you, buddy!" THWAAAAAAM! Silver Star violently and cruelly slams Alix back first onto the unforgiving canvas! He raises his arms into the air and the crowd explodes with boos at his display of cruelty and arrogance. CABOOSE These are such basic moves, that its taking Silver Star no energy to use them, but it's making life a living hell for Alix. Alix is on her knees trying her best to hide the tears that won't stop rolling down her face. Her remaining team mates urge her to crawl back to her corner and make a tag. "Come on, Alix!" Zack implores her, now more concerned with her safety then winning the match. Silver Star grabs Alix by the back of her pants before she can make it to her corner. He brings her to a standing position then drops her back down with a high impact back drop! He pops up and admires the suffering he's caused his former acquaintance. He picks her up one more time and nails her with a pendulum back breaker. A very audible whimper escapes from Alix's mouth. Northstar can only lean his head against the turnbuckle and close his eyes, an attempt to block Alix's suffering from his mind. However, it's all for nothing as he can still hear her crying and whimpering, sounds that break what's left of his cold, black heart into pieces and cause tears to form in the corner of his icy blue eyes. "FINISH IT!" Northstar orders Silver Star "You sure, you don't want none of this?" Silver Star asks back. "DO IT!" Northstar hollers forcefully. Silver Star shrugs his shoulders and says "ok". He hooks his arms around Alix's legs, then flips her over for a LIONTAMER~! He sits down on her back, howling in delight as more and more tears run down her cheeks and soak the canvas! Crystal steps through the ropes to save Alix, but gets waved off by her female teammate. Reluctantly, Crystal leaves the ring, leaving her teammate to fight out of the hold. With great effort, Alix tries to claw her way to the ropes. But for every step she takes towards the ropes, Silver Star brings her three steps back! Alix pounds her clinched fist against the mat the rapidly, hoping to gather the energy to power out of the move! "Please, give up." Northstar pleads. COACH Just give up! There's no point in subjecting yourself to this! Alix's pounding grows weaker and weaker, until finally it ceases and she stops moving altogether. With her beautiful face soaked in tears, Alix passes out from the unbearable pain she's been subjected to. The ref realizes that Alix is unable to compete he sticks his head through the ropes and tells Buffer to make his announcement. "Alix Spezia has been....ELIMINATED!" The crowd doesn't know whether to cheer due to Alix's pain finally being over, or boo due to fact that the sides are now even. They settle on a boisterous round of applause and cheers for Alix courageousness. Despite the fact that she can't hear them, their cheers grow louder and louder and finally turn to chants of her name, as if they think their voices and support will bring her back to life. Instead she lies still, the side of her head pressed against the mat, her dark hair falling over her face and onto a pool of tears. Silver Star STILL has the Liontamer clinched in on an unconscious Alix! The ref orders him to let it go, but Silver Star wanting to cause more damage, only laughs him off. Northstar yells at him to break the hold, but Silver Star and pretends he doesn't hear him. "Break the hold or get disqualified!" Smythe shouts, looking for a way to make Silver Star release his grip on Alix. "You'll DQ me? I dare you!" The dare is answered! Smythe walks to Team HeldDOWN's corner, leans over the ropes and tells Buffer to announce Silver Star's elimination. BUFFER As a result of a disqualification, Silver Star has been eliminated! COLE Awesome! CABOOSE At least he'll be fresh for the tag team match at AM. The fans get on their feet to express their joy over this announcement. Silver Star gets on his feet, to express something, but it ain't joy. He lets Alix out of the Liontamer, setting his sights on a new target. Outraged over being DQed he charges at Sid Smythe. Smythe tries to step out of the way, but simply isn't fast enough. Silver Star grabs Smythe by the shirt, and hurls obscenities at him while he stares bullets through the trembling senior ref. Smythe begs for mercy, but Silver Star is a cold blooded GANGSTA~! Figuring that he's got nothing left to lose, Silver Star SPIKES Smythe with a buzzkiller! CROWD You suck! You suck! You suck! COACH Odd how SS went from being the joke of the company, to the most hated man in the match with a simple submission hold. Silver Star exits the ring without saying a word to anyone. Northstar gives his (ex?) friend a glare so frigid it would freeze the devil in his tracks. Silver Star doesn't meet his gaze however, instead he walks up the ramp, cupping his ears like Hogan as the crowd showers him with boos and jeers. COLE Folks, Alix is down and we have no referee. When we come back we hope to have this taken care of. (Go to break) (Return from break) HeldDOWN~! returns, as in the ring, Peter Knight is slugging away at his Anglemania 3 opponent, Sly Somers, in the corner of the ring. Referee Sid Smythe, having been taken out of the match earlier on, has been replaced hastily with JOSH~! COLE Northstar can't be happy about Silver Star's bravado. It cost the Hollywood team the advantage! COACH Nah, not true, playa. We still got J. Wood and Johnny S. here at ringside. Don't you worry though, I'm keepin' an eye on 'em. Knight slugs away at Sly in the corner, and then whips him into the far side. Sly's back hits hard, and he stumbles out of the corner on the rebound, as Knight catches him and spins around, drilling him into the mat with a powerslam! Knight holds on, hooking the leg, but Somers gets a shoulder up at the count of 2! Peter Knight scoops Sly up, but Sly was playing possum, as he spins behind Knight and uses a quick rollup, hoping that the shock will lead to an elimination, but it does not, as Knight also kicks out at 2! Somers backs him into the ropes, using punches and chops to try and wear his larger adversary down, but Knight shoves him down to the mat, then tries to follow up with an elbow drop, but Sly rolls out of the way! Sly bounces off the ropes and leaps up, coming down across PK's ribs with a splash, but Knight rolls out of the way and Sly flapjacks himself on the canvas! Knight kicks him in the gut, then lifts him for a powerbomb, however Sly counters by wrapping his arm around Knight's head and drilling him headfirst into the mat with a DDT! Both men are weary, and their respective corners each cheerlead for them to make a tag. Knight stretches for his corner, but Somers pulls his legs, dragging him further away from both Crystal and Zack. Sly rolls Knight over, but Peter kicks him off with both legs, sending Sly flying backwards! Somers picks himself up off the mat, and charges Knight, who tucks his head and lifts Sly up across his shoulders...KNIGHTMARE~!...NO! Sly slides off Knight's shoulders, and shoves him into the ropes, then tries to leapfrog over him, but Knight catches Sly in the air across his shoulders, and in one swift motion, spins him outward and drills him with the KNIGHTMARE~! COLE He just hit him with that out of nowhere. COACH Well, it had to come from somewhere! CABOOSE Why don't you go look for it then? Peter rolls over and covers, and Northstar darts in to break up the count, only to be SPEARED~! by Crystal in the process, as the referee's hand comes down once, twice...THRICE~! COLE Sly Somers is out of here! Northstar is at a 3 on 1 disadvantage! The referee backs Crystal away, as she's not the legal person in the match. Crystal takes her spot next to Zack on the apron, as Peter Knight gets to his feet, watching as his opponent for this Sunday rolls out of the ring under the ropes, and heads back up the aisleway, as John Singleton and James Woods throw their hands up in disgust. Knight spies Northstar curled up in the corner, looking like he's ready to cry, and moves in on him, only to have Northstar pop up and throw powder in his eyes! COLE Where did he get that powder from! COACH Probably robbed Holly-Wood's makeup counter. COLE Or just used his own. CABOOSE Ah, keep it up, and soon I'll be here all by myself. Knight swings blindly, as Northstar points and laughs, then kicks Knight in the stomach, and hooks him for the HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE~!, but Peter tucks his arm behind Northstar's other leg, and lifts up, then drops him to the mat with a falling powerbomb out of desperation! James Woods and John Singleton run to the side where Northstar is at, as Peter Knight is down, hardly able to push himself up. He starts a crawl for the corner, but just as it looks like he's going to make it, Northstar grabs his foot...but pulls his boot off! The GM of hD~! goes stumbling back, as he did not realize his own strength, and pulled Knight's boot right off his foot! CABOOSE Put it back on him Northstar! The stench alone will do you in! Knight gets up, just as shocked as Northstar was, and ducks as Northstar comes running at him, weilding the boot as a weapon! He turns back to Northstar, and scoops him up for the KNIGHTMARE~!, but Northstar counters with a crucifix rollup, catching Knight off guard...and keeping him down for the three count! COACH Poor Peter, man. First he lost his boot, now he lost the fall! Knight rolls out of the ring, protesting to the official, and as they bicker, the crowd pops loudly as Crystal dives into the ring from the top rope, wrapping her legs around Northstar's head and snapping him over with a huracanrana! She picks up the flamboyant one and whips him into the ropes, but he changes direction and turns towards her, kicking her in the gut, and looking for the Hollywood Homicide, but she spins around and kicks his leg out from under him, and follows up with a SWANK~! standing moonsault! The crowd is rabid, as Crystal hooks the leg...but only gets TWO~! James Woods and John Singleton, fearing the worst for Northstar, huddle up at ringside to do...something. Crystal backs Northstar into the corner and climbs up on the second rope, hitting him with punch after punch, but he counters with a simple shove, pushing her off the ropes and down to the mat. As she comes at him, James Woods hands Northstar a cloth, and Northstar wraps his arms around Crystal, attempting to gag her with it! COACH Is...is that ether!? COLE What is this, 1984? Crystal quickly drops down, staggering Northstar with a jawbreaker, as he holds the ether soaked rag! Referee Sid Smythe comes and swipes the rag away as Northstar checks for his teeth, so Northstar piefaces him in return! Sid, his face now covered with white powder residue that was on Northstar's hands, starts sneezing uncontrollably, and wipes his nose with...the ether soaked rag! Two seconds later, Sid Smythe is knocked unconscious in the ring, and we have no referee! COLE We need an official out here, stat! CABOOSE Stat? What are you in, the E.R.? Both Northstar and Crystal look at the fallen Sid, and then start brawling again, as Crystal uses a double leg takedown, and then starts pounding away on Northstar! He slides out from under her, and pulls himself up by the ropes, trying to get away from the Female Phenom, but she rushes forward and clotheslines him out of the ring! James Woods and John Singleton try to help Northstar up, but Crystal launches herself over the ropes with a pescado, crashing down on the GM, the director, and the smarmy actor! COACH A three for one special! CABOOSE I hear she's used to that. COACH I'll gut you, jackoff. Crystal gets up, and the crowd is jacked to see her on a roll, as Malibu climbs up on the second rope and works them up as well. All of a sudden, Silver Star runs back out to the ringside area, and pulls Zack down off the apron, and starts brawling with him! COLE What is this BUTT pirate doing back out here? CABOOSE You guys can easily spot one of your own, eh? Silver Star starts pounding away on Zack, and then swipes the bell right off the timekeepers table, looking to take Zack's head off...and smashes the bell into the ringpost, the resulting impact causing his hands to tremble! Silver Star drops the bell, as Zack takes him by the hair and flings him over the railing, into the crowd! Meanwhile, Crystal rolls Northstar back into the ring, where Sid Smyth still lay unconscious, but she's grabbed from behind by John Singleton, and hurled into the ring steps, knocking them over! COACH OH NO HE DIDN'T~! COLE Jonatha...what the hell... The next thing you hear is a huge crowd ROAR~!, as DA COACH~! jumps off the Sofa Central commentary table WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE TO JOHN SINGLETON~! Coach WAILS on him with punches, sticking up for the lovely Crystal, until James Woods clubs him in the back of the neck with an axehandle! Woods starts stomping on Coach, until... COLE Screw this! ...MICHAEL COLE GETS UP AND SPEARS WOODS OUT OF HIS $500 SHOES~! Woods goes down like a sack of bricks, as Michael Cole picks him up and rams him headfirst into the ringpost! CABOOSE I knew I'd like it much better like this! It's pure pandemonium at ringside, as Coach and Singleton brawl, Woods and Michael Cole brawl, Zack leaves Silver Star laying in one of the arena stairwells, and Crystal lay at ringside. Northstar is groggy in the ring, and the fans cheer loudly as Zack Malibu slides into the ring, coming face to face with his nemesis! CABOOSE C'mon Northstar, kick his ass so we can go back to the hotel with the honeys! Malibu, his face red with anger, starts punching Northstar once, twice, three times, then rearing back and catching him with a ROARING ELBOW~! that knocks him off his feet. Zack motions to the back for an official to run out, but no one does. Suddenly, a mixed reaction from the crowd overtakes the arena, as the nice-person-but-she's-still-from-Hollywood former Dharma, Jenna Elfman, comes running down the aisle! She slides into the ring and tugs at Sid Smythe, pulling his referee shirt off him and throwing it on! She rolls the pudgy Smythe out of the ring, as Malibu turns her around and asks her what she's doing. Before she can even answer, Northstar tries a rollup, with a handful of tights...but Zack kicks out at 2.9! Northstar gets up, and a smile stretches across his face, as Jenna Elfman stands up and looks at him. He takes her by the hand and pulls her in, hugging her tightly as if he hasn't seen her in years, and keeps her viewpoint facing the crowd, as boos are heard. Malibu staggers to his feet, but as he does, CALVIN SZECHSTEIN slides in, clutching his pride and joy, the OAOAST World Title, and SMASHES ZACK ACROSS THE FACE WITH IT~! CABOOSE You wanted the title Zack, well THERE IT IS! As soon as Calvin ducks out of the ring, ducking by the apron as to not be seen, Northstar breaks up the hug, showing it was insincere all along! He cockily lays across Zack, as Jenna makes the count! ONE! TWO!! THRE...NO NO NO!!!!! ZACK MALIBU GETS A SHOULDER UP! The crowd ERUPTS as Zack kicks out, and Northstar's jaw drops. He gets up and starts stomping his feet, then tells Jenna that she counts too slow, and even makes a rapid fire three count of his own to show her how it's done! Northstar walks over to the ropes, yelling for Calvin, and tells him to throw him a chair! Calvin shoves Michael Buffer aside and grabs his, tossing it up to the General Manager! Northstar turns to Zack's fallen body, but Jenna pulls the chair away from Northstar, not allowing it to go down like that! CABOOSE Oh my God, you blonde bimbo, give him the chair! Northstar clasps his hands together, asking "pretty please" for the chair back, and starts stalking Jenna around the ring. When she tells him no, his voice gets louder, and his face is twisted into a sneer, ordering her to give him the chair! Jenna Elfman, looking out to the crowd and most likely afraid of her old friend at this point, does the only thing she can do... ...she throws the chair RIGHT AT HIM~! The edge of the chair catches Northstar in the forehead as he catches it, and it dazes him! He turns around, and Zack Malibu is right there waiting with SCHOOL'S OUT INTO THE CHAIR~! NORTHSTAR'S GONNA NEED SOME PLASTIC SURGERY TOMORROW~! CABOOSE I think I see his face in that chair! Malibu falls on top, reaching back and hooking up the leg, as Jenna Elfman dives to the mat and makes the count just like Northstar said to do it... ONE~! TWO~!! THREE~!!! CABOOSE NO! That bitch just cost herself a six figure movie deal! The crowd goes wild, as "Bring Me To Life" is cued up. Calvin Szechstein backs up the ramp, sneering at the fact that his old foe managed to eek away with another victory. Crystal slowly gets into the ring, and is helped up by Zack, as Cole and Coach also enter the ring for the final announcement... BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Northstar HAS BEEN ELIMINATED~! Your winners, TEAM HELDDOWN~! Jenna Elfman celebrates with the hD~! crew in the ring, as John Singleton, weary from the beatdown Coach laid upon him, points his finger and threatens that she'll never work in movies again. He and Woods stagger up the ramp, beaten and defeated. Silver Star, works his through the crowd, trying in vain to ignore their jeers and taunts. His head is held low as he walks up the entrance way. Not once did he look at his fallen friend, Northstar. Malibu and Elfman hug, as Northstar continues to look up at the ceiling. Red and blue confetti falls onto his motionless body. Knocked silly from the final blow that won this one for the OAOAST crew, he can only listen to the celebratory cheers coming from the fans and team HD~!’s surviving members. CROWD HELDDOWN! HELDDOWN! HELDDOWN! CABOOSE If this is a sign of things to come, then I'm not sure I want to be a part of it. This is Caboose, signing off so that I can catch John Singleton before he leaves the building. I was made for the movies! *End Show*