Patty O'Green

::Crystal, fresh off her sit-down interview with Axel, is seen packing her bags. Camera zooms to the door where the one and only ZACK MALIBU is.:: ZACK: “Hey Chrissy, ready for our…hey, why are you packing up?” CRYSTAL (mumbling): “Gotta go...have to go away.” ZACK: “Whadya mean? You have a match! 10 man elimination? Remember?” CRYSTAL (very distracted): “Huh? Match? No, no, no…I gotta go…” ZACK: “CRYSTAL! Snap out of it! What’s the matter with you?” CRYSTAL: “Zack? Did you see that interview? Did you?” ZACK: “Sorry Chrissy, I didn’t. I was busy. What did that nutjob Axel say?” CRYSTAL (looking scared): “He said he loved me; that he was obsessed with me.” ZACK: “So what? You have obsessed fans all the time! We all do; it’s just puppy love.” CRYSTAL (leaving the dressing room): “NO! It isn’t Zack! Axel is INSANE! I know this man. He will do anything to get what he wants. I have to go, NOW. Bye.” ZACK(following Crystal out, walking behind her): “This isn’t the Crystal I know. You’re just going to leave, just because you’re a little scared? You have a match, an obligation! You are acting like a coward!” ::Crystal turns around to stare at Zack:: CRYSTAL: “I’m not a coward! I’m just…just…” ZACK: “Just what Crystal?” CRYSTAL: “Scared.” ::Crystal turns back around, going in the garage:: ZACK: “Crystal! Wait!” ::Crystal enters the garage with Zack right behind her. She goes to her car…only to see her car destroyed. She stares at it in horror, while Zack just looks in shock. AXEL emerges from just behind Crystal and Zack, also looking at the car.:: AXEL (in Crystal’s ear): “The things we’ll do for love.” ::Crystal’s face turns from a look of horror to a look of pure rage. She turns around, and takes a swing at Axel, who, fortunately for him, ducks the shot. Zack then holds Crystal back from trying to do anything else, while Axel just chuckles.:: CRYSTAL: “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” ZACK: “Calm down Crystal! Save it for the match!” AXEL: “See you Sunday Crystal. And don’t worry; all your fear won’t be unanswered.” ::Zack drags Crystal, screaming obscenities back in the building while it fades to black to Axel’s smirking face:: (Go to break)

(Return from break) (We're taken backstage to Northstar's office. He's putting on wrist tape, while Jenna Elfman interrogates him about his past history in the OAOAST) JENNA You really made an attempt on the old GM's life? NORTHSTAR Tim Mosey? I guess, I did. I don't know. He pushed me. He pushed me and pushed me and he never let up, not for a second. Not once did he ever bother to sing my praises, he just kept pushing me. Then one day he pushed me over the edge and that was that. Guess he's out of wrestling. I don't care. JENNA I see. What happened with Zack's girlfriend? Did you steal her away, or something of that nature? NORTHSTAR I didn't steal her, I just chased her off. It's mind games. He had it coming. JENNA Sure he did. What about the entrance ramp thing? NORTHSTAR I don't really remember that. I guess I may have done it. He's still here, so why the prob? JENNA Maybe, there's something you're not telling me, either because you're ashamed, or you honestly don't remember. But, I can't comprehend how you could hate someone so much. You used to be his friend! You used to like him. What happened? Why would you give him that sort of treatment? NORTHSTAR We're too much alike, that's what happened. We're so similar that there's no way we could've co existed as friends, so now we're bitter enemies, dedicating our lives to seeing the other's demise. Pity, but it was inevitable. I've always been the Christian to his Edge. Living in his shadow as a second rate Zack Malibu. I needed a way to step out into my own. But....I just couldn't. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tired to climb the mountain, there he was, waiting to push me back towards bottom. I always tell people I beat Zack Malibu six times in one night during that Ironman match at LTP. Yeah, well he beat me seven times. Seven times in one nigh to retain his world title. To me that was devastating, I was beyond heartbroken, you couldn't have consoled me if you wanted to. JENNA What happened after that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing good at least. Zack went back to prancing around like the match never happened, never even stopping to give me credit for hanging with him for eighty minutes. None of the bastards in the locker room stopped to give me credit. Nobody ever stopped to say "Hey, nice job last night", or "Hey, awesome match." They just went back to kissing Zack's ass and pretended like I never existed. (Northstar walks away from Jenna, and stares into space.) NORTHSTAR I'll always be second best..... I hate him! I hate him for everything that he's done to me! I tried to right past wrongs, correct my mistakes and make this company a better place, but he's done nothing but piss and moan like a petulant child! "Waah there's not enough room for the wrestlers! Waah there's two many actors around!" Who gives a shit preppy? Seriously, man. Did he ever stop to think that maybe if this movie was successful, that he might have some more money in his pocket and a few movie deals coming his way? Of course he didn't think of that! Because, every idea I have is met with a knee jerk "I don't like it" from him. I hate him. I wish...I wish...I wish he was dead! I want someone to kill him. I want him to die. JENNA Edward, don't say that. NORTHSTAR Why not? Zack Malibu has made every day of this job a long arduous hell. He's even turned you against me as some sort of symbolic revenge for me getting Allison to dump him. JENNA What are you talking about? NORTHSTAR Do you take me for a blind fool? I watch my own show, I have cameras every where. I know what you two talked about last week! I'm not fucking blind! He told you... he...told you everything that I'd done to him, and you come rushing to me, waving your snap judgment flag in the air and accuse me of being the bad guy! JENNA I never accused you of anything! NORTHSTAR Bullshit! You never even stopped your wild accusations and asked my side of the story. JENNA Are you crazy? Edward, stop and listen to yourself. I just asked for your side of the story. NORTHSTAR You asked but you didn't really want to know. Your goal was to look for something you could you use to ambush me with. You wanted to dig up dirt so you can go back to pretty boy Malibu and tell him how he was right all along! Tell him what an evil, vile disgusting little troll I've become. Then you guys can hop on the let's bash Northstar band wagon, because nothing I ever do is good enough for anyone! Tell him how I've ruined wrestling, made a joke out everything this company was built on! Tell him that I was so jealous of people like Crystal, K Money, Calvin, an Axel getting all the attention that I had to become GM just to fuck with them in a sad little attempt to mask my own inadequacies and inferiority. Go on, tell him. It's true. TELL HIM. I don't care! I don't fucking give a shit about you or about him, or anyone else! I hate everyone. JENNA You've changed so much. NORTHSTAR (In a calmer tone) I don't..I mean. People change. That's what they do. Right? They change and they grow. JENNA You haven't grown and you've changed for the worse. NORTHSTAR Oooooh! So sorry if I don't meet your unreasonable expectations of what a real man should be! Maybe, you'd be better off crawling back to your husband? Or better yet, I think Zack's always looking to add to his stable of ring rats! Provided you don't mind having your name forgotten by Monday JENNA You're being an asshole NORTHSTAR It's the only thing I'm good at (Jenna stands up and goes to Northstar's side.) JENNA I won't lie. I'm awfully disappointed in the way you've changed. But, I want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm not angry, and I don't blame you for the things you've done or the path you've taken. But, if you don't take steps to change the direction you're going, we're going to have problems. I'll always be there for you, and I'll love you to the end of time, but probably not in the way you want me to. NORTHSTAR What are you saying? (Nothing. Jenna kisses Northstar and walks out of the room, leaving him to wonder what she meant.) (Go to arena) COLE Northstar doesn’t have a way with women does he? COACH Northstar doesn’t have a way with PEOPLE! Cue: “Nitro” by the Offspring BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Dahlonega Georgia, weighing in at one hundred ninety five pounds, He is The Role Model… JACOBBBBB LYYYYYYYYNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!! And his opponent, in the ring, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds, PHOENIXXXXXXX!!!!! COLE Jacob Lyne certainly would have a lot of anger from what has happened to him at the hands of our X Division Champion in the past month. First he was disrespected at Zero Hour, and then last week Sly Sommers and AJ Flaire screwed Lyne out of a win there! COACH The title match at AngleMania is all about respect… AJ Flaire doesn’t believe he is getting the respect he deserves, and Jacob Lyne feels disrespected by our X Champion! Lyne and Phoenix lock up as the bell sounds. Lyne gets the side headlock, Phoenix pushes Lyne off, Lyne comes off the ropes and hits a shoulder block. Lyne runs to the ropes again, Phoenix ducks under, Lyne runs to the other side, leapfrog by Phoenix, Phoenix tries another leapfrog, but Lyne catches him with a dropkick while he is suspended in mid air! COLE Great vertical leap on Jacob Lyne! Lyne tries for the cover, but Phoenix kicks out just after two. Lyne grabs Phoenix, and sends him for an Irish Whip. Phoenix jumps and springboards off the ropes, turns in mid air and hits a high Crossbody! Cover by Phoenix! One… TwNO! Lyne kicks out easily before the two. COLE Phoenix showing off his luchadore skills. Phoenix grabs Lyne by the hair and pulls him up to the ropes. Irish whip by Phoenix is reversed; Phoenix comes off the ropes, and hits a Flying Legscissors! Lyne gets back up quickly, and Phoneix hits a hurricanrana! COACH Phoenix showing off some great skill here! Phoenix goes up to the top rope, and signals for his finisher! COLE Might look for a Shooting Star! Phoenix gets up to the top rope, but Jacob Lyne is also up! Lyne lands a punch to the gut and grabs Lyne with both hands! Lyne launches Phoneix off the top rope, Phoenix landing hard on his back! CABOOSE Lyne had better perform better than this if he wants to become the X Division Champion! COLE I was talking to Jacob earlier today, and all he seems to be thinking about is the match this Sunday. I have a feeling he will have some choice words for AJ Flaire after this match. Jacob Lyne staggers over to Phoenix, who is just getting to his feet. Boot to the midsection by Jacob Lyne, front face lock, Lyne lifts Phoenix high in the air, and drops his down with a Brainbuster! Lyne goes up to the top! COLE The end is near! Lyne comes off the top rope… Crop Circle! COACH Great move by Lyne, one of the most difficult top rope moves a man can pull off. One… Two… Three!! The Bell sounds as “Nitro” starts up again and Michael Buffer grabs his microphone. BUFFER Here is your winner, JACOB LYNE! Jacob Lyne gets up and grabs his head, shaking out the cobwebs caused by his match. Lyne grabs a microphone… Cue: ‘Man in the Box’ by Alice In Chains COLE Now what? AJ Flaire appears at the entrance way, in street clothes, including the *BRAND NEW* AJ Flaire T-Shirt (Front: Respect the Champ; Back: He’s Phenomenal) and black jeans, with his belt over his shoulder. He smiles at Jacob Lyne and claps, mocking his win moments ago. COLE Oh, real classy by the X Champ. Real classy. Lyne tests the microphone, and looks up at the X Champion. LYNE Alright, I’ve had enough, you ignorant, self-centered bastard. Come down to the ring; see if you mock me there. AJ nods in agreement, and starts to walk down to the ring, with Jacob Lyne ready for him. COLE Well here we go! AJ picks up the pace and slides into the ring, where Jacob Lyne is there to meet him. They exchange right hands; AJ gets the better of Lyne, and sends him to the ropes for an Irish Whip. Lyne comes off the ropes, and hits a HUGE Spinning Heel Kick, taking the X Champ down! COACH AJ’s down! AJ gets up quickly and runs at Lyne, who catches him with a boot to the midsection. Lyne tries for a Lyne Driver, but AJ slips down his back! Lyne turns around, boot to the stomach by AJ, AJ tries to hit That’s Phenomenal, but Lyne blocks it, and Back Body Drops AJ, who lands hard on the canvas! COLE Both men trying for their finishing moves, but neither can hit them! Lyne measures AJ, who gets up with the aid of the ropes. AJ turns around, and Lyne clotheslines AJ out of the ring! Lyne picks up the X Division Championship Belt and holds it high above his head, to a pop from the crowd! COACH Jacob Lyne is in firm control! Lyne holds the belt up, and then throws it at AJ Flaire! AJ backs up the ramp with a shocked look on his face, as Jacob Lyne celebrates inside the ring, as “Nitro” starts up again! COLE AJ Flaire has a lot to worry about this Sunday at AngleMania! CABOOSE Lyne had the better of AJ tonight; we could see a new X Division Champion at Mania! COACH Playas! I’m getting word that we’ve got cameras locked on Cryssy! Take me there!

(Cut to the backstage area, where Sly Sommers is zipping up his travel bags in the Totally Endorsed locker room, and getting ready to head out. All of a sudden, Calvin Szechstein comes into the room.) CALVIN: Hey Sly, where are you goin'? SLY: What do you mean, "Where am I goin'?"? I'm going home! Did you see Peter Knight out there? If he sees me around here before Sunday, he's bound to tear my flippin' head off! CALVIN: Buddy, pal...(puts his arm around Sly)...I need you, man. See, I'm not going to be able to compete in that big ten-man "HeldDOWN~! versus Hollywood" match tonight due to the fact that I need to rest so that I'm one-hundred percent when I beat Zack Malibu on Sunday night and so that we don't wash up the buyrates by dumbly giving away the main event of the biggest Pay-Per-View in history in an elimination tag match on free TV, and I need a replacement... SLY: Why don't you get Colvid? Why me? CALVIN: You don't get it, do you? When people think of Totally Endorsed, they think of world champion-caliber wrestling. They think of yours truly going in there and defeating the best of the best, the cream of the crop, night in and night out. They think of only the elite of the wrestling world. But Sly...I won't be around forever. One day, and I definately don't know when, but I won't be around anymore. Someone has to keep Totally Endorsed running as the elite group that only future legends and demi-gods can enter. Someone has to lead this group of men amongst boys to the next level. That man is YOU, Sly. You ask why I'm not picking Colvid. Well, Colvid is the ultimate right-hand man; he's an excellent back-up to our excellence. But, I honestly think he is missing that one intangiable that us stars share. That's right, Sly...I said US stars. Tonight, once you accept my spot in the match, you start your elevation to the level that only I currently am on. You're a star now, Sly...but tonight is preparing you to become a superstar. You take my spot, and you've made it. You don't...and let's just say you're letting the glass ceiling give you a concussion. SLY: But what about Peter Knight? CALVIN: What about him? You're better than him! I know it, you know it, and the entire world knows it! You go out there tonight, and you embarass him in front of the entire world before you go onto Sunday night, and destroy him in front of the largest audience in the history of this company. If anything, you can get into his head tonight and let him know how much you outclass him. Then, he'll go in on Sunday knowing that he won't win, and that will make it so much easier for you to just plow right through him! SLY: You know what, man? You're right. This is MY opportunity to take. This is MY time to shine. Tonight, I'm gonna hang with the big boys, and I'm gonna establish myself as one of them! Thanks, Cal. I really appreciate the talk we've had. Just give me a few minutes to suit up, please? CALVIN: Okay, man; whatever you need. Good luck out there. SLY: I'm Sly Sommers: I don't need luck! CALVIN: Now THAT'S the Sly Sommers that I know! See you, man. (Cal leaves the room as Sly looks on, and we Fade to Black.) (Go to break)

The following is a classic Anglemania moment, brought to you by Gatorade. Gatorade; Is it in you? Anglemania II The crowd is going absolutely INSANE right now, as these two men just won't quit. It seems as though Superstar has a back up plan, as he pulls something out of his tights…BRASS KNUCKLES. Both men get up, and Tony gets WALLOPED with a punch, sending him crashing to the mat. Instead of covering, Superstar heads to the top rope…FROG SPLASH ON TONY'S LEFT KNEE~!! Without missing a beat, Superstar carries Tony and sets him up on the turnbuckle. With Tony occupied, he sets up ANOTHER one of the tables in the ring. He seems to be preparing for a reverse Razor's Edge of some sort…when TONY STARTS FIGHTING BACK! Punches in bunches to the back of Superstar's head, and then a TOP ROPE BULLDOG THROUGH THE TABLE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Fade out) (Return from break) MC: We're back, here on HeldDOWN~!. Over the past two months, a feud of literal gigantic proportions has been raging here in HeldDOWN~!, between the resident man-monster "The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin and the new giant on the block, Gibraltar. What started off as a brief partnership quickly turned into World War Three, with both men exploding at the sight of the other every chance they got. COACH: Like we said last week, in order to control these beasts, Northstar has ordered a mandatory seperation of the two mastadons so that no further damage to either themselves or anyone else occurs. But, he did order that both men have seperate public workouts of sorts to release their anger before the big match on Sunday night. CABOOSE: Last week, we saw Gibraltar absolutely and totally destroy and annihilate a innocent, young man who, we can tell you, is currently in the hospital, and is suffering from a severe concussion, three cracked discs in his spine, and severe lacerrations after being destroyed by the seven foot, two inch; nearly five-hundred pound Goliath of sorts. MC: This week, it's Brock Auustin's turn. Without any further ado, let's go to the ring for our next contest! ("Punishment" starts up, and Rick Heyross leads a motivated, intense Brock Auustin to the ring. Heyross is yelling words of motivation into Brock's ear with each step they take.) BUFFER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....weighing in at 320 pounds, accompanied to the ring by his agent, Rick Heyross...from Victoria, Minnesota, he is "The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin! And his opponent, from Omaha, Nebraska; weighing in at 274 pounds, here is Tim Powers! MC: Let's note here that Heyross hand-picked Powers for this match due to his height and size, but that Powers is at least four inches shorter than Gibraltar, over two hundred pounds lighter, and definately lacks the muscle mass of Gibraltar. COACH: Between this and the poor young man last week, these guys are just proving that you cannot duplicate either Brock Auustin or Gibraltar! (bell rings) Auustin charges forward with extreme velocity, and tackles Powers into the corner. Brock then throws various punches and kicks that send Powers down to a seated position. Brock continues with the tremendous clubbering as the referee tries to pull Auustin off of Powers. Auustin then turns around and literally growls at the referee, frightening him to the point that he falls down without being touched. Auustin then turns back to Powers, who he pulls up, and rips into with some intense, loud chops! MC: Brock just practically sent his hand through Tim Powers' chest! Auustin then sits Powers down on the top turnbuckle just to clutch him and toss him over halfway across the ring! Brock waits for Powers to get up. When he finally stumbles up, albeit still heavily dazed, Brock charges at him, and clotheslines him so hard that he lands on top of his head! Auustin pulls Powers back up by the back of his tights, and grabs him for a side suplex. Brock then lifts Powers, and drops him with an incredible Blue Thunder Dominator! COACH: Very symbolistic...this has been nothing short of total domination! Brock goes for the cover, but like Andrew with Gibraltar last week, Heyross orders Brock to pull Powers up instead. Brock does so, and then whips Powers off to the ropes. Brock then catches Powers on the way back, and dumps him on his head with a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Auustin pulls Powers off of the mat quickly, and lets loose with a series of violent forearms to the face, each one rocking Powers's head back until Brock lets go of the back of Tim's head with the free hand, and plasters Powers with a final forearm, sending him flying into the turnbuckles! Auustin pulls the lifeless powers up, and brings him over and down on his neck with a brutal overhead uranage suplex! CABOOSE: I think this fool just became a few inches shorter! Auustin pops up, and clutches Powers again. This time, he lifts him off of the mat with a waistlock, and brings him over with a brutal German suplex! Auustin keeps ahold of Powers, and chains that suplex into an even-more brutal half-nelson suplex! Auustin rolls through, while keeping ahold of Powers, hooks both arms behind Powers's head, and powers him over with a devastating tiger suplex! Brock rolls through again, gets to his feet, hooks Powers in a full nelson, and then practically decapitates him with a brutal release dragon suplex! MC: Brock Auustin is a killing machine! Heyross then yells at Brock, "Use the Chokebreaker! Use the Chokebreaker!" Brock looks over at his agent with a confused look on his face, and then shrugs. Brock bends down, and lifts Powers to his feet by the throat. Auustin then lifts Powers up by the throat, and nails the Chokebreaker! Brock goes for the cover.......1...........2........Brock lifts Powers up by the throat, and tosses him up on his shoulders. Brock then starts pivoting, and nails an impressive spinning F-Stunner-5! Brock goes for the cover................1.................2...............3! MC: That's quite the academic win! Short and sweet, for sure! BUFFER: The winner of the contest....."The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin! Rick Heyross then pulls a table out from under the ring, and sets it up outside the ring. Heyross then grabs the microphone from Michael Buffer, and enters the ring... HEYROSS: Saint Andrew...you can break out all the religious mumbo-jumbo phrases and your "holier than thou" bullcrap, but the fact of the matter is that none of your empty statement will be able to save your guy's ass on Sunday night. Sure, Gibraltar is taller and heavier than Brock, but Brock is, without a doubt, the most athletic big man of this era! Sure, Gibraltar can plow through just about anyone. But, Brock here...Brock can go around you. Brock can go under you. Brock can jump over you. And yes...Brock can go straight through you! This Sunday night, be ready; the "rock of Gibraltar" will be crumbled by "The Current Big Thing"! Now, Brock...demonstrate Gibraltar's fate this Sunday night for all of us! Brock then pulls Tim Powers up, lifts him over his shoulder, and then drapes him over the top rope stomach-first. Brock then goes to the apron, and points down to the table. Auustin then lifts Powers onto his shoulders...and SENDS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE F-STUNNER-5! CROWD: "Holy shit! Holy shit!" MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WOW! HEYROSS: Gibraltar...you won't be defeated on Sunday. You'll be MURDERED! ("Punishment" starts up again, and a crew of EMT's head out to the ring with a stretcher as Rick Heyross leads Brock back to the locker room area.) COACH: Wow...just wow. I can't believe what I just saw! CABOOSE: That was definately impressive, but you have to think: Gibraltar is almost five hundred pounds! As strong as Brock Auustin is, Gibraltar is a freakin' beast! I highly doubt Brock Auustin will be able to just toss around a man that's seven feet, two inches and at least four hundred and eighty pounds like that! MC: Who knows? But all I know is that, just based on the past two weeks, let Gibraltar's past few months and EVERYTHING Brock has done here, this battle between these two colossus monsters on Sunday night might bring the entire state of Michigan down! COACH: I cannot imagine how brutal of a beating both of these guys are going to be dishing out, coming up at Anglemania III! MC: As the EMT's unfortunately have to stretcher out Brock's casualty here, we have to take a time-out. More hD~! in 3! (Go to break) (Return from break) ::As we come back from a commercial break, Coach and Caboose are seen at the announcers table:: COACH Well, Michael Cole is now in position backstage for the very special ‘Hands Off’ interview with The OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven Champion Axel, and the challenger for that title at AngleMania Three, Crystal. CABOOSE All the questions will be answered tonight. All bets are off; this should be one hell of a segment. COACH Let’s cross to Michael Cole, backstage with Axel and Crystal. *The camera cuts to Michael Cole sitting in a swivel chair, clipboard in hand, with Axel on his right, Championship belt over shoulder, and Crystal on his left. COLE Ladies and Gentlemen, good evening. I’d now like to introduce the reigning Twenty-Four Seven Champion Axel, and his challenger at AngleMania Three, Crystal. AXEL Cole. CRYSTAL Michael. COLE OK. Let me start by asking you Axel, what made you have this sudden urge to join back up with Crystal? AXEL I wanted to re-form the most dominant group that the OAOAST will ever see. I already had Gunner, Crystal was next. Plus, Crystal had been having some trouble with certain guys, and I would have been happy to help her, had she decided to join me once again. COLE Alright. Now Crystal, why didn’t you join back up with Axel and the Bleeding Souls? Surely the offer was a very promising one. CRYSTAL Michael, I remember how good the Souls were in Detroit. I remember how dominant we were. But I also remembered how Axel was in Detroit, and how he is the same person now. When I first invited Axel to come to this company, I thought he would be the Adam that I knew years ago. The Adam that I saw as my greatest friend, the Adam that I would train with, the Adam that I would go out on the town with. But the Axel you see before you today was not the same person that I held in the highest regard. The Axel that you see before you is power-hungry and bitter at the world, and most importantly, me. COLE Crystal, you mentioned bitter. Axel, why are you so bitter toward Crystal? She got you into the OAOAST. Why are you so bitter toward her? AXEL I’m bitter because she left me high and dry Michael, she left me to slay the monster myself. She went off to fight her own battles, when we could have been a successful entity, a force to be reckoned with. I’d go as far as to say if we had of teamed up, we would both have titles right now, and I’m not just talking about the belt over my shoulder. CRYSTAL Adam, that’s bullshit and you know it. This is supposed to be about the truth, so go ahead, why don’t you tell them the fucking truth? (Crystal starts to get worked up) Why don’t you tell them why you are so bitter towards me? Go on Mister Dark One, master of all those shit quotes, you Scott Levy rip off, why don’t you tell them why you are bitter? Because really, I would love to hear why too. You’ve never been the type to get easily bitter; what could I have possibly done to you? COLE Crystal, sit down, please. Axel, care to answer? AXEL (practically growling) I wouldn’t push me if I were you Crystal. CRYSTAL What’s the matter Adam, cat got your tongue? For some reason, you suddenly became bitter towards me and my accomplishments, and that’s when all the Raven shit happened. You were a great wrestler, a technical master, a student of the game that took no shit from anyone. Then, after I left, you changed. You became darker, more sadistic, you changed for the worse. COLE Axel, is this- AXEL How dare you, you ungrateful, stupid BITCH (‘Oooh’ from the crowd). I taught you everything I knew, I taught you how to cope in this business. I gave you a place to stay when you needed it; I gave you chances in this business when you needed them. Hell, I got you your first Main Event Match in Detroit. You were the only person in my life that I cared for, and you wouldn’t return the favor. YOU WERE THE ONLY PERSON I EVER LOVED! CRYSTAL(looking shocked) What? COLE OK, Axel, Crystal, let’s move on. CRYSTAL Shut up Cole. What did you say Adam? AXEL I warned you Crystal. Now it all comes out. I’m in love; hell I’m obsessive. (Stands up and stands over Crystal) And when I want something * that * badly, I always get it. (Leans over so he’s nose-to-nose with Crystal) Be afraid, because at AngleMania, I will systematically destroy you. I will force you to return my feelings, by any means necessary. I have two motivations for this Sunday Crystal: for my obsession to be found, and to prove my dominance over you. And Crystal, you know it as well as I do, my threats aren’t empty. ::Axel stalks out of the room, leaving Crystal with a shell-shocked look on her face::

(Return from break) HeldDOWN~! returns, but not to the arena, nor the backstage area. Instead, the cameras come up behind a man standing in the middle of the street, most of his body hidden by the night skies. A voiceover, whether it's the same person in the shot or not is unknown, is heard. "A mere three days. Probably the longest three days of my life." The figure turns to meet the camera, and it's show to be Zack Malibu, clad in baggy jeans, a black button down shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Three days, Calvin. It's when it all comes to a head. To steal the tagline, it's what it all comes down to. You and I, one on one, for the first time since the last time. Anglemania 3. OAOAST World Title." Zack stops, and takes a deep breath. He looks off to his side for a second, and laughs quietly to hiimself. "You say you've beaten me, Calvin? You say you have my number? See, I disagree with that statement. Have you won matches against me, sure? You've climbed ladders, been thrown through glass and into cages just to win. You've done it just to hold onto that title, but I wouldn't say you've beaten me, Calvin. You see, because every time I got knocked down, hit with a chair, thrown off a ladder, hit with a belt, busted open in front of my friends and family...I never stayed down. You have never, EVER, been able to keep me down. I have kept coming again and again and AGAIN and YOU, my friend, are the one who has been beaten. Beaten by your own ego, your own bravado. You've done nothing but treat that title as an afterthought. A steppingstone to the lifestyles of the rich and famous. Your ego kept you away from the arenas, away from the gym, away from the place that made you famous in the first place. Your ego has already done you in, and I'm just here to seal the deal." Zack stops, and looks down at the street under his feet, as the cameras close in tightly on him, catching a perfect head shot as he looks back up, right into the lens. "This time, it's not about titles. Not about endorsements, contracts, Hollywood, or anything else that has gotten in the way before. This time, it's a matter of principle. It's a matter of respect. This is my company. This is my home, and I will do anything...ANYTHING...to make you respect it. You will not ruin the name of this company. You will not destroy the legacy that is built into that championship. You will not, and I promise you, you will NOT, defeat me. I know what I need to do, Calvin. I'm just wondering though, do you know what you've done?" Malibu stares intensely into the camera, and the turns away, walking up the street and into the night, as the screen evolves into darkness, and the Anglemania 3 logo flashes on screen, before the segment ends. (BACK to the arena) CABOOSE What’s with Zack always carrying on about how this is “his company”? What makes him any better then Sly, Crystal or Mad Marty? It’s as much their company as it is his. He’s full of hot air. COACH: Ever heard of the term, “broken record”? One of the big matches that HeldDOWN~! is sending into Anglemania III on Sunday is a match to determine who gets the first crack at the winner of the gigantic Zack Malibu/Calvin Szechstein World Heavyweight Title match, as two of the most underrated wrestling talents in the world in Sly Sommers and Peter Knight will do battle. CABOOSE: Northstar's given both guys the week off to rest up, so that they are both on their "A" game for Sunday night. However, Sly Sommers has requested a public forum to discuss something, so let's go to Michael Cole, who is in the ring with the mic! (Cut to MC in the ring) MC: Ladies and gentlemen, this Sunday night, you will see a number one contender's match for the OAOAST World Title at Anglemania III between two of the most underrated talents, at least in this announcer's opinion, in the company right now. Let me bring in, at this time, one of the two combatants for that contest....representing Totally Endorsed, Sly "The Sly" Sommers! ("Orange Crush" starts up, and Sly Sommers struts to the ring, wearing a nice designer suit to show off the collective wealth of the Totally Endorsed stable.) MC: Sly, this Sunday you walk into what is possibly the biggest opportunity of your career, as, if you defeat Peter Knight, you become the number one contender to the OAOAST World Title. But, that's much easier said than done, as Peter Knight has proven himself to be a tremendous wrestler, and an even better brawler. You've basically taken it to task to enfuriate him as much as possible, and I think you have sent him over the edge! If he comes in with a deranged mental state on Sunday night, I think you might as well consider yourself dead! SLY: Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...you see, that's where your lack of in-ring expertise makes you look like even more of a dumbass than what you already are. You see, I'm readily willing to admit that Peter Knight is a really good wrestler, though neither of his namesake's names, those being Christopher Knight or "Peter Brady", are. Hell, me and him are really equal in skill, in my eyes. That's where my plan comes in. See, since we are so equal in talent, I have to get any advantage I can in order to ensure my victory on Sunday. So, I play a little mind game here, I try and temporarily injure Knight with a chain shot there...and I think I've gotten me an automatic win. MC: Okay, I see your point. But that begs the question: let's say your plan works. Let's say you do defeat Peter Knight on Sunday night. But, let's also say that Calvin retains the World Title in the main event. What happens there? SLY: That's a loaded question there, Mr. Cole; definately not something I would expect out of a crack ::cough::addict::cough:: journalist like you. But, I'll be honest with you here...I honestly don't know. I mean, I'm sure Cal's got a plan; I mean, Cal's ALWAYS got a plan. But me nor Colvid have talked to him in weeks. All I know is that he's about as concentrated on beating Zack Malibu once and for all this Sunday night. But that's a hurdle we'll pass when we come to it. MC: That's definately an interesting answer. Now, ever since you've come to HeldDOWN~!, we've seen many different sides of you. We've seen you at your comedic finest, we've seen you brawl your heart out, we've seen you break out an excellent technical arsenal...the question is, which Sly Sommers will we see on Sunday? SLY: Ha ha...This is where I would usually give you a "no comment" since I don't like showing all of my cards. But, my gameplan going into this is practically flawless, so I might as well let it all out. Peter Knight is one heck of a brawler. Not many people can go fist-for-fist, kick-for-kick with him. I am certainly not going to try. That's why I am going to take Peter down to the mat and out-wrestle him, like a true wrestler should be able to! I figure, if I can keep him grounded so he can't use all of his brawling tactics, I got the match won! MC: Fair enough. I'm out of questions, so I'll leave this mic with you as I go back to the table, and you can have an open forum. SLY: You know, as annoying as you can be, Michael, you are one heck of a mic stand. Now, I just want the opportunity to get in a few last words for Peter Knight. Peter, week after week after week, I've used my superior mental capcities to defeat you...(crowd rises to their feet as they notice Peter Knight entering the ring, straight out of the crowd, and standing behind Sly)...well, I'm glad you people are getting into what I have to say. Now...(Knight taps Sly on the shoulder)...leave me alone, Cole... Sly walks right into a knee to the mid-section from Knight. Knight then sends Sly off to the ropes, and brings him down hard with a snap powerslam. Knight then kips up, and waves Sly up, as the crowd starts cheering since they know that Knight is preparing for the Knightmare. Sly stumbles to his feet, and turns around as Knight lifts Sly up on his shoulders. At that instant, Colvid comes running down the ramp with a chair. Knight sees him coming, and drops Sly on the mat. Colvid enters the ring and swings the chair at Knight. But, Peter ducks the chairshot, both men turn around, and Knight kicks Colvid in the mid-section. PK then lifts Colvid onto his shoulders, and drops him down face-first on the chair with the Knightmare! MC: KNIGHTMARE! KNIGHTMARE! COACH: Will that be Sly Sommers's fate on Sunday night? Knight pops up, all excited from the adreneline running through his veins. What he doesn't see is Sly Sommers pulling a chain out of the pocket of his suit pants. Sly gets to his feet with the chain wrapped around his fist, as Knight turns around. PK walks right into a chain-assisted punch by Sommers, sending him down to the mat! Sly then signals for his patented piledriver. Sommers pulls Knight up, positions him, and spikes him on top of his head with the piledriver! CABOOSE: Nope, that will be Peter Knight's fate on Sunday night! Sommers then goes traps Peter's arm in between his legs, and clutches the head for the Cravateface, as the timekeeper repeatedly rings the bell to try and signal for some help. Eventually, a few referees and four enhancement talent wrestlers come from the back to split this thing up. But, when they hit the ring, Sly slowly gets off of Knight, calmly tells everyone to calm down, and leaves the ring, practically strutting backwards as he walks back up the aisle. Sly then re-adjusts his tie, giggles at what he's done, and leaves to the locker room. MC: This is absolutely no good! Who knows how bad of condition Sly Sommers has left Peter Knight in, going into Anglemania III! CABOOSE: Shut up, you goody-two-shoes! Bottom line is, when you're going into a match as evenly matched with your opponent as Sly is with Knight, you HAVE to go for an edge over the other guy at any costs possible, or you'll end up left in the dust! COACH: You know, Michael is right...this shouldn't be condoned at ALL. But anyway...more hD~! in three. (Go to break)

(Return from break) BUFFER "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Intorducing first, weighing in at 221 pounds, Chris Stevens!" A generic rock tune plays over the arena speakers as Christ Stevens walks down the aisle. COLE "Welcome back to HeldDown, folks! We're only three days, three days out from Anglemania 3, LIVE from the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit, Michigan!" COACH "Absolutely, and at Anglemania we'll see what will most likely be the final conflict between Hoff and CWM!" COLE "Out of all the great matches this Sunday, I don't know if there is any one fueled by raw emotion more than this one." CABOOSE "Yeah, but I'm still waiting to hear from CWM. He seemed a little hesitant last week, and--" Caboose is cut off by the opening chords of "Black" by Sevendust as the crowd comes alive! BUFFER "And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds....HOFF!!!" Hoff steps out onto the stage and surveys the crowd, pointing out to the cheering fans. COACH "Hoff has really earned a lot of love from this crowd!" COLE "Over the last few weeks we've seen the big man really turn over a new leaf, make a new start here in the OAOAST, and I think his actions last week impressed a lot of people!" CABOOSE "Oh, bull. What's so impressive about shaking hands and kissing ass?" COACH "Well, I think that it shows a lot of character." CABOOSE "Please. What would YOU know about character?" COACH "True, but I think that Hoff is just trying to put all of the Underground dealings behind him." COLE "Absolutely. With the Superstar going AWOL after his controversial match at Zero Hour, Hoff is the last remaining Underground member, and I think that he's trying to change himself for the better!" Hoff rolls into the ring, shoots a look at Stevens, climbs to the top rope and waves the fans to their feet! Hoff raises one fist in the air as the fans cheer! COACH "Say what you will, but these fans are giving it up!" Hoff hops down from the turnbuckle as the bell rings to start the match. Hoff and Chris Stevens circle each other...and Hoff extends his hand! COLE "Another show of respect from Hoff!" CABOOSE "Actually, since neither of you qualifies as an actual journalist, I did some research and found out that Hoff and Chris Stevens actually share a backround wrestling in Minnesota." COACH "Really?" CABOOSE "Yes, moron, they both got their start in International Pro Wrestling, an independent promotion in Minneapolis." Stevens shakes Hoff's hand, and the two men circle again. COACH "Hey, I might be a moron, but at least people like me!" CABOOSE "People like me...LOTS of people." COLE "Oh yeah? Who?" CABOOSE ".....you know what, screw this. I don't need to be questioned by Nick and Jessica." COACH "Ooh! I want to be Jessica!" Cole and Caboose look dumbfounded as Hoff and Stevens lock up. Hoff slips out and applies a side headlock. Stevens elbows Hoff in the side, and shoots him off into the ropes. Hoff comes off with a shoulderblock that sends Stevens down, but he pops back up. Hoff comes off the ropes again, Stevens leapfrogs over him, and catches him coming across with a drop toe hold. Stevens slaps on another headlock as Hoff lies on the mat. COLE "Chris Stevens getting the better of Hoff early on!" CABOOSE "Stevens is very quick, very agile." Hoff fights back to his feet and elbows Stevens in the gut. Hoff attempts to shoot Stevens into the ropes, but Stevens holds onto the headlock. COLE "Chris Stevens is really applying the pressure on Hoff!" Hoff tries to send Stevens into the ropes again, but to no avail. Stevens cranks in on Hoff's neck. Hoff lifts Stevens up for a back suplex, but Stevens hangs onto the headlock and rolls through! CABOOSE "Great countermove there by Stevens." Stevens switches the headlock to a cross arm bar. He cranks back, but Hoff rolls back through the move and cradles Stevens into a roll-up! The referee makes the count, but Stevens kicks out at two. Both men pop to their feet, and Hoff shoots a smile at Stevens as the fans applaud! COLE "Some good mat wrestling early on here." COACH "Yeah. Next to hot chicks in tight outfits, not much beats good, solid wrestling." CABOOSE "Sad to say, I have to agree with you." The two circle again, and Stevens charges, but Hoff takes him down with a deep arm drag! Stevens gets to his feet, charges again, but Hoff meets him with another arm drag into an armbar! Hoff wrenches back on the arm, but Stevens kicks Hoff in the gut, puts a leg over Hoff's head, and flips over backwards and out of the hold! COLE "Another great counter by Stevens!" Chris Stevens lands on his feet, but Hoff drills him with a hard clothesline that sends him down! Hoff bends over to pick Stevens up, but Stevens snapmares him over his shoulder and applies a rear chinlock. Hoff fights to his feet, spins around in the hold, grabs Stevens around the waist, and bridges him into a Northern Lights suplex! The referee makes the cover, but again Stevens is out at two! COACH "Hoff once again utilizing that Northern Lights suplex, that's a cool move!" CABOOSE "Cool AND effective, Coach. You get the sense that these guys really know each other." Both men get to their feet, and Hoff hits Stevens with a sharp right hand. Hoff unloads a few more punches, then whips Stevens into the ropes and catches him with a high back body drop -- but Stevens lands on his feet! Hoff turns around, but Stevens catches him with a boot to the midsection, scoops him, and slams him to the canvas! Stvens drops a leg across Hoff's throat and goes for the cover! ONE...... TWO...... But Hoff kicks out with authority at two! COLE "Wow, what great agility and ring presence by Chris Stevens!" Stevens pulls Hoff up and whips him to the corner, but Hoff reverses and sends Stevens in. Hoff charges in and catches Stevens with a hard clothesline. COACH "Now Hoff has him where he wants him." Hoff takes a step back and unloads a few roundhouse punches to Stevens' midsection. Hoff winds up and swings a big right hook at Stevens' head, but Stevens ducks under the blow, sneaks behind Hoff, and rolls him up for another near fall! COLE "I'm starting to think that Stevens may be too quick for Hoff!" Stevens backs out of the corner and charges in with a jumping clothesline, but Hoff moves and Stevens' head hits the top of the post! CABOOSE "Looks like he was too quick for himself, too!" Stevens reels back after the missed move, Hoff grabs him in a rear waistlock and hits him with a release German suplex! Hoff gets to his feet and plays to the crowd after the big power move! COLE "Now we might be seeing the momentum shift here." Hoff walks over to Stevens, picks him up, and hooks him for a vertical suplex. Hoff picks Stevens up and hooks him for another suplex... CABOOSE "We've seen Hoff do this before, he loves to wear his opponent down with a barrage of suplexes like this." Hoff drops Stevens with another vertical suplex. Hoff picks Stevens up for a third time, lifts him up for another suplex, but Stevens slides out of Hoff's grasp and lands behind him! Before Hoff can react, Stevens catches him with a dropkick to the back that sends Hoff into the ropes! Stevens nips up as Hoff stumbles off the ropes, and he catches the big man with a hurricanrana! He hooks the legs! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREENO!! Kickout by Hoff! COLE "Nice move by Stevens! He's really showing off his agility in there!" COACH "Yeah, but can he keep Hoff down?" Stevens is up first as both men find their feet, and he catches Hoff with a knife-edge chop. The fans WOOOO, and Stevens chops Hoff across the chest again. Stevens sends Hoff into the ropes, but Hoff ducks a back elbow and comes off the other side with a diving clothesline that sends both men down! COLE "Stevens was just turned inside-out there!" Hoff gets to his feet first and steps behind Stevens. As Stevens gets up, Hoff grabs him and takes him down with a back suplex. Hoff floats over into a cover, but only gets two. Hoff pulls Stevens back to his feet and whips him HARD into the buckle. Stevens hits face-first and staggers back, and Hoff catches him with a neckbreaker. CABOOSE "Good catch-as-catch-can move by Hoff, hitting that big neckbreaker while his opponent's back was turned. Plus, hitting the man when his back is turned is ALWAYS a good idea." Hoff pulls Stevens up and goes behind, hitting him with a big pendulum backbreaker. Hoff heads to the outside and the fans come to their feet! COACH "Big man going upstairs!" Hoff climbs to the top rope as Stevens lies prone on the mat. Hoff looks down, sizes the distance, and dives off with a big elbow...but Stevens rolls out of the way! COLE "Stevens moved just in time! It could have been all over!" Hoff holds his elbow in pain as he lies on the canvas. Stevens slowly gets to his feet. He spies Hoff on the mat...and heads to the top rope! COLE "What's Stevens doing here?" Stevens shoots up the turnbuckles and quickly turns to face the ring. Stevens jumps off with a frog splash...but now Hoff moves out of the way!" COACH "Whoa!" CABOOSE "Nice frog splash there, but no one home!" Stevens grabs his side as Hoff gets to his feet. Smiling at the crowd, Hoff picks Stevens up, kicks him, and plants him with a DDT! The fans cheer as Hoff poses after the big move! COLE "This could be big trouble for Stevens." Hoff pulls Stevens up, grabs him by the hair, and screams "THAT'S IT!" to the crowd, who go BANANA in response! CABOOSE "This IS big trouble for Stevens!" Hoff whips Stevens into the ropes and catches him for the SPINEBUSTER-- but Stevens grabs Hoff by the neck and swings him down into a DDT of his own! COLE "Swinging DDT! What a counter to Hoff's big spinebuster!" Stevens gets up as Hoff staggers to his feet. Stevens spins Hoff around, grabs a 3/4 facelock, and slams Hoff down to the mat with a POLLYCUTTER!! COACH "What?! That's -- that's CWM's move!" CABOOSE "How's THAT for mind games?!" Stevens hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO!!!!!!!! Hoff BARELY gets a shoulder up! COLE "I really thought he had him!" Stevens slaps the mat and gets to his feet. He pulls Hoff up and whips him to the ropes...but Hoff reverses the whip and pulls Stevens back with a short-arm clothesline! Stevens flips inside out as Hoff looks down at him! COACH "Uh-oh...Hoff is pissed." Hoff picks Stevens up by the hair, looks HARD into his eyes, then hooks his arm around Stevens' neck and hits him with the Rock Bottom! Hoff makes the cover as the fans count along! COLE "This is it!" ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *ding ding ding* BUFFER "Here is your winner....HOFF!" Hoff pulls his hand away from the offiical, then stares down at Chris Stevens before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his own arm in victory. COLE "Great match here tonight, but in the end Hoff got the job done. But how telling was this? Will Hoff kick out of the Pollycutter? Is this the scene we will see in three days at Anglemania 3?" COACH Got me! But right now, Jackie is backstage with Mr.Bryte! ::The scene opens backstage, where we see Chris Bryte standing alongside Jackie Gayda:: Jackie: Fans, I'm back here with Chris Bryte, and Chris, last week it was announced that you'd referee a match between Gunner Sharps and Panther set for this Sunday night at AngleMania III. If Panther wins, he earns a title shot at the 24/7 Championship after the PPV. Now Chris...perhaps you could give us a little insight into how this match came about. Bryte: Well, Jackie, it should be noted that I asked for this match! Last week, after everything that went down last week between me, Panther and Gunner, I went to Northstar and I asked this! I asked for Panther vs. Gunner, and I asked for the right to be the special guest referee. Jackie: But why? Bryte: Why? Well Jackie...I heard what Panther said last week, and he does have a point. If not for me getting involved in that match between he and Axel, Panther would probably still be the champion today! It was my fault, and I owe Panther big...and I'm gonna start by repaying him, this Sunday night, by helping him get back what's rightfully his! By helping him correct my mistake! By...by... ::The camera pans left, where we see Panther standing with a cold glare on his face. The crowd pops inside the arena when his image appears upon the Angletron:: Bryte: (nervously) H-he-hey man! Panther: What did I tell you? Bryte: Wha...huh? Panther: What did I tell you?! Bryte:...stay outta your business? Panther: DAMN RIGHT! (crowd pops) Bryte: But don't you see? This is your chance, Panther! You wanted to be the 24/7 Champion again and I'm helping you do that! Panther: Oh, I'm gonna be the 24/7 Champ again, Bryte! But it won't be your help that gets me there! I won the belt by myself, and I'll get it back by myself. Bryte: Well...the match is already signed. What do you want me to do? You wanna cancel it? Panther: Oh no, no, no! Don't cancel it, because after what went down last week, I owe Gunner Sharps an ass whooping, and this Sunday night, he'll catch a Champion of Champions style ass whooping the likes of which has never been seen. But as far as you go, Chris...you can be the ref...but you'd better stay the hell outta the way! Bryte: But... Panther: No, shut up! You're the ref, and you'll do nothing but count the 1-2-3 only! And Chris, if somehow, someway, you end up costing me this match...whether Tina likes it or not...YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!! ::The crowd pops in the background, and Panther shoots Bryte another HARD glare before walking out of the picture. Chris turns to Jackie, who shrugs her shoulders as we fade out:: (Go to break) ::A trumpet blares. The planet Earth is shown. The camera zooms in on the United States. The camera zooms in on Detroit, Michigan. The camera does a bird’s-eye view of the CGI Detroit before zooming in on the Pontiac Silverdome. The camera zooms into the inside of the domed stadium. “Fight” plays as spotlights circle the Silverdome. A close-up is shown of the CGI ring. Finally, there is a shot at the top of the CGI Silverdome. Fireworks explode from the ring, and spotlights shine on the OaOasT AngleMania III logo. The OaOasT AngleMania III logo stands in the center of the ring as spotlights shine on it. A small ticker is placed underneath the logo. All together it saids “OAOAST ANGLEMANIA III 3 DAYS AWAY.” Fireworks explode again as “Fight” stops playing.::

The show'll be up around 9 EST.

Hi!

Someone write me a run down for the PPV! I started on one but it sucked and was boring.

Like, send all of your stuff to me, please! I'll be posting the show this week. Ya'll know what time I post the show, so get it to me before then.

Uh, yeah. But, I'm on spring break, so I'm not on the computer that has all the graphics. I won't be back on campus until Saturday, so, like, I guess I could send Papa the pictures then.

Hi.

Actually, I think we're already set for the tag team title match. Thanks any way!

Northstar Vs Alix Spezia with special guest Jenna Elfman ( I like colors!) Acolytes of Northstar Vs TNT Vs ??? Vs ???

Jesus, I can't believe I'm up at 5:31 am. I'm hungry, there's no food but unwrapped month old chicken, and all the stores are closed. Oh, the show! Zack did a wonderful job on a skit I've been nagging him for weeks to write. Much love to Calvin for posting the show this week, and to Adam for a rock solid match. I should also say "sorry" to Papacita as I totally messed up Tom Goran's entrance when I added in Hoff's stuff. If you want to send it to me, I can correct the mistake that I apologize profusely for.

Oh poopie, Zack! You go and flip the script by changing the heel team after I made a graphic already. But, that team makes a lot more sense then the old one. Anyway, I promise ya'll more developments on the tag team title match at AM III!

I put it in.

Someone who isn't me is going to have to post the show.

What did FS end up getting banned for, any way?

Like, sorry its up so late! Edit: The show was okay. Part of that was my fault as I was in a rush to get it up (It was still late). Dama's beatdown was a great piece of work, and I look forward to the next installment in the saga of Foshi!

Hoff's stuff has been added in! The show goes from being okay, to being pretty good! Yea for Hoff! Yea! Yea! Yea! On a random note, why does the voltage meter in RAW 2 build up so fast? I'm only one minute into the match and I already hit two Unprettiers! Boo!

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I got nothing, Hoff daddy. I meant to PM you about that.

(Return from break) Cole: THE ROAD TO ANGLEMANIA will be making a few pit stops in the upcoming weeks as our mega stars make a variety of appearances on America's favorite Television programs! Coach: Damn skippy! Monday you can catch Northstar and Jenna Elfman on the Today Show and set your VCR to record Alix Spezia's appearance on "Good Morning America." That same night be sure to check out our world champion on Leno! Caboose: That's not all, next Tuesday look for former 24/7 champion Panther to appear on TRL along side yours truly. Believe me it wasn't my choice to team up with old bitch boy. Coach: Two Saturdays from now on BET, Holly-wood and "3 Stages of Hell" director John Singleton count down their ten favorite hip hop videos of the nineties. That same night, Calvin and Jim Ross will be on MTV at 7:00 EST to countdown the top five best Anglemania matches! MC: Coming up right now is the sixth match in the Seven Sins Series between the Minions and the Global Party Exchange. COACH: After being down three-to-nothing, the GPX have come back the past couple of weeks to bring the score up to a one-win defecit, as they've won both a two-out-of-three-falls match and last week's Tornado match against the Minions. CABOOSE: After the GPX OBVIOUSLY cheated and used a table last week to win, Northstar's ordered that tables not only be legal this week, but be cause for elimination. MC: The rules go like this: Once you go through a table, you're down as having lost half of the match for your team. However, if you're able to go on, you can legally stay in the match, despite having already gone through a table. But, once both members of a team have gone through a table, that team loses the match. COACH: Without any further ado, let's go to the ring and get some WOOD! CABOOSE: That was truly disturbing.... ("Make Her Say" starts up, and the fans pop for the expected entrance for Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson. However, neither man comes out.) MC: This is very odd. CABOOSE: Strange, indeed...for normal men. But the GPX are glorified wimps! COACH: Whatever. (Confused, the sound crew starts up "Pompeii", and the Minions come to the ring. They bow right before they get to the ring, and then start setting up tables around ringside. They set it up so that nearly every inch of the front half of the ringside area has a table set up on it in some form; seven tables overall.) MC: This could get insane. BUFFER: From St. Andrew's Cathedral, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 411 pounds...Nathaniel and Michael, the Minions! Out of nowhere, the lights go out, and the opening lyrics to "Make Her Say" play over the P.A. system again. The music stops right as the lights come up, and the GPX are standing behind the Minions. Nathaniel and Michael then turn around, and walk right into stereo superkicks from Static and Jackson! COACH: The Global Party Exchange were fashionably late! What a start! Static and Jackson pull Nathaniel and Michael up, and send them off to the ropes. The GPX follow the Minions, attempting to catch them at the ropes to send them over the top with clotheslines. However, the Minions see it coming, and are able to send Static and Jackson over the top with backdrops. Both GPX members land on their feet on the apron, but get met with shoulder blocks to the mid-section. The Minions then launch themselves over the top, and go for stereo sunset flip bombs through the tables on the floor. But, when the Minions touch the floor, the GPX clutch the top rope, and kick their assigned Minion in the face three times to get out of the predicament. The Minions then stumble around in between two tables, and are then met with stereo top-rope Asai moonsaults! MC: The Exchange are coming from all corners tonight! Jackson pulls Nathaniel up and sends him into the ring, as Static straddles Michael on the floor and starts punching him. Johnny goes to the apron, and then slingshots himself into the ring with a flipping legdrop onto Nathaniel. Johnny pulls Nathaniel up, and stands him up in the corner. Jackson then lets loose with repeated, stiff chops to the chest. Johnny follows up by pulling Nathaniel out of the corner, lifting him over his shoulder, and then twisting that into an inverted neckbreaker. Jackson then clutches the top rope, and launches himself up for an Arabian press. Seconds earlier, Nathaniel sent Scotty Static face-first into the guardrail on the floor, and was able to get to the apron in time to grab Jackson's legs, and leave him hanging over the top rope by the knees. MC: The Minions are masters of the two-on-one attack, especially the two-on-one sneak attack! Nathaniel gets to his feet, and then clutches Jackson's head, following up by dropping him with an elevated falling reverse DDT. Michael then slingshots himself over the top rope, and comes down on Johnny Jackson's chest hard with a twisting splash. Scotty Static makes it to his feet on the floor, so Nathaniel launches himself over the top rope, and sends Static back down with a pescado. Michael lifts Jackson to his feet in the ring, and connects with three stiff European uppercuts. Michael then hooks Jackson in a reverse DDT position, lifts him, and brings him down hard neck-first onto his knee. COACH: That's not a Curtain Call; that's an acting career ender! Michael then sits Johnny up in a seated position on the mat, and connects with three stiff kicks to the spine, as Nathaniel connects with a brainbuster on the floor on Scotty Static to keep him down. Nathaniel slides into the ring as Michael comes off of the ropes in front of Jackson, and connects with a running knee to the face. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up to his feet, hooks him in a headlock, and then smashes Jackson face-first onto his knee while keeping ahold of the headlock; as Michael latches on for the second part of the move, as in one fluid motion, the Minions bring Jackson down with a Russian legsweep/STO combination. CABOOSE: I love how the Minions have effectively kept Scotty Static at bay as they're able to work on Johnny Jackson and take him out first. Nathaniel pulls Jackson to his feet, and attempts to go for a suplex. But, Jackson lands on his feet behind Johnny, turns him around, hooks the head, and attempts a Sliced Bread No. 2. However, on the way back, Michael catches Johnny over his shoulder, and both Minions bring Jackson down with a Stunner/gutbuster double-team manuever. Just then, Scotty Static is able to climb onto the apron, and then up to the top rope. The Minions turn around, and Static launches onto them; attempting a cross-body block. However, they both catch Static. Nathaniel clutches Static by himself, and spins him around into a Catatonic, right onto Michael's bent knee. COACH: Yet another in the devastating series of double-team manuevers from the Minions! Nathaniel notices that Johnny Jackson has stumbled back to his feet, and attempts to send him back down with a superkick. But, Johnny catches the foot. Just at that second, Michael comes into the picture and connects with his superkick, sending Jackson down to the mat hard. Michael then slides outside of the ring, grabs one of the tables, kicks the legs in, and lifts it over his head. He then tosses it into the ring, having to slide it over the top rope. Michael slides back into the ring as Nathaniel lays it down flat on the mat. Michael slides back in, and lifts Static off of the mat. Nathaniel stands in front of his partner, as Michael lifts Scotty up for a powerbomb. But, Static is able to roll out the back end, and dropkicks Michael into a spear on Nathaniel doing so! MC: Superb reversal by Static, using his opponents against themselves! Michael comes back up, trying to apologize to Nathaniel. Static spins Nathaniel around, and brings him over with a Northern Lights suplex onto the flat table as Johnny Jackson gets to his feet and nails a running flip senton onto Michael's stomach. Nathaniel sneaks out of the ring as Static pulls Michael to his feet, and stands him up in a corner. Jackson then rips into Michael with a series of repeated side knees to the stomach, followed by a running double knee strike to the face from Static. Jackson then lifts Michael onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, and brings him down with a sit-down facebuster. While this is going on, Nathaniel already has another table in the ring, and is setting it up diagonally in the corner. CABOOSE: Never underestimate the down-right sneakiness of the Minions! Static turns around to see what Nathaniel is doing, and charges at him. But, Nathaniel drops down, and Scotty's momentum sends him over the top and back to the concrete floor, making a sickening "Splat!" noise in the process. Jackson then charges at Nathaniel, but gets met with a savate kick to the stomach, followed by a superkick to the jaw, sending him down. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up, and basically stands him up using the table in the corner, forearming Johnny three times in the face to keep him there. Michael is standing in the opposite corner, and then charges at Jackson to send him through the table. But, Jackson moves. Michael is able to avoid going through the table by launching himself to the top rope in an amazing leap, turn around, and nail an incredible missile dropkick to the back of Jackson's head, sending him straight into a Flatliner from Nathaniel! COACH: I am impressed with the Minions knowing their way around the ring this well at such a young age, and being able to avoid certain danger like that! Both Minions then pull Jackson up to his feet, as Static crawls to the apron. Nathaniel then nails a basement dropkick to send Static back down to the floor. Nathaniel then joins his brother Michael in attempting a double Irish whip to send Jackson through the table in the corner. But, Johnny stalls himself, and uses the Minions to flip himself back onto his feet between them, and follows up by pulling both Minions into each other, head-first. Nathaniel goes down as Michael stumbles around. Johnny Jackson gets to his feet, and hooks Michael in a waistlock. Michael reverses, and is in position to attempt a German suplex on Jackson to send him through the table. But, Jackson latches his legs around Michael's waist on the way up, and rolls forward, sending Michael down to the mat on his back. Jackson pops back up, but is immediately met with a stiff Yakuza kick from Nathaniel, sending him back into a dazed position and propped up on the table in the corner. MC: That's the thing about these Minions: whenever you get one down, the other will hit you twice as hard! Nathaniel then pulls Jackson to his feet, and quickly lifts him in powerbomb position. Scotty Static is on the apron by the time this happens. Jackson is barely able to squeeze out the back end, and even lands on his face doing so. Nathaniel turns around, and walks right into a tremendous springboard missile dropkick to the face from Static! Static kips up, and immediately brings a charging Michael down with a hiptoss into a neckbreaker. Scotty gets to his feet, and lifts Nathaniel to his feet. Static then places Nathaniel's head in between his legs, and lifts him for a powerbomb, presumably through the table in the corner. Static tries to take a step with Nathaniel lifted, but Nathaniel slips out the back end, turns Static around, and connects with a knee to the mid-section. Nathaniel then lifts Static up on his shoulder for a running powerbomb. Nathaniel charges forward, but right before he launches Scotty off, Static brings himself forward, and nails an amazing hurricanrana reversal, flipping Nathaniel through the table in the corner! MC: WOW! What a reversal! COACH: And just like that, the tides have turned, as the Global Party Exchange have now taken the lead in this match, with only one more Minion to go through a table before they can tie up the series! Both Global Party Exchange members then set up the other table center-ring, and immediately get Michael to his feet. They attempt to bring him over with a double hiptoss into a double powerbomb. But, Michael punches his way out of the move, and walks over the table to get away from them. Michael then charges into Static's mid-section with his shoulder, and sends him into a corner. Johnny Jackson charges at Michael, but Michael is able to turn around and deliver a drop toe hold on Johnny that makes him accidentally deliver a headbutt to Static's groin. Static rolls to the apron holding himself, as Michael picks up Jackson in slam position, and lays him down on the table. Michael then heads to the top rope. MC: This is NOT good news for Johnny Jackson! Michael then launches off to attempt a 450 splash! But, Jackson rolls off of the table. Michael is able to manuever himself at the end of the rotation so he can land in front of the table and roll onto his feet. But, when he turns around, Jackson charges, leaps onto the table with one foot, and then launches onto Michael with a bodypress! Jackson then connects with rapid-fire punches to Michael's face as Nathaniel is still practically unconcious in the corner after the referee cleared out the table residue, and Static's just getting to his feet on the apron. Johnny pulls Michael up, and lays him down on the table. Jackson then connects with three forearms to the throat to keep Michael on the table. Static then runs across the apron, closer to where the action is going on. Scotty climbs to the top rope, and looks to be positioning himself for a moonsault. But, Michael is able to reach up and rake Johnny Jackson's eyes, causing him to wander backwards blindly as instinct, and accidentally crotch his own partner on the top turnbuckle. CABOOSE: Michael's brain is a much better partner than Scotty is to Johnny! MC: Will you shut up? Michael gets up off of the table, and connects with a knee to Johnny Jackson's mid-section. Michael then climbs to the second rope, using Jackson's back as a stepping stone, clutches onto Scotty Static from behind, and brings him off of the top rope with an inverted Blue Thunder Bomb, landing in a standing position and sending him straight through the table below! CABOOSE: Michael just drove Scotty Static straight to hell! MC: With that table break, it now ties up the two teams, and the next man to go through a table, whether it be Johnny Jackson or Michael, will be the deciding break in the contest! Jackson gets fully standing, and starts going back-and-forth with punches to the face with Michael. Finally, Jackson is able to duck a punch from Michael, and clothesline him over the top rope. But, right as Johnny lands on the floor, Michael backs up as Nathaniel finally gets up from his table fall, and hooks Michael, bringing him over with a devastating release German suplex! Nathaniel takes a second to shake off the cobwebs, and then gets to his feet, and signals to Michael to send a table into the ring. Michael flips over one of the tables at ringside, closes the legs, picks it up, and slides it into the ring, under the bottom rope. Nathaniel then picks it up to set up, but turns around, and gets it dropkicked into his face by a groggy Johnny Jackson. The table goes flying over the top rope, and back to the floor as Nathaniel goes down. Jackson then waits for Nathaniel to get to his feet. When Nathaniel gets up, Johnny charges at him. But, Nathaniel drops down, and sends Jackson over the top rope and onto the apron. MC: Again, Jackson is in a horrible position. Michael slides back into the ring, as Nathaniel turns around, and they both pull a dazed Scotty Static to his feet. They lift him up, and attempt what would be a devastating double powerbomb over the top rope. But, Static snaps out of his daze and starts punching both Minions in the face enough to get them to just flip him and drop him stomach-first onto the top rope. Nathaniel then goes to center-ring, and charges at Scotty to possibly spear him to the floor. But, at the last second, Scotty latches onto Nathaniel and brings him down to the floor with an amazing suplex! COACH: Where in the hell did THAT come from? Michael has the ring all to himself, as he sees Johnny Jackson getting to his feet on the apron. Michael then charges to the ropes that Johnny is facing, bounces off of them, and knocks him back down with a tremendous Yakuza kick to the face! Michael then rolls Jackson onto a table right beside the apron. Michael then heads up to the top rope, but very slowly. When he gets to the top rope, he is distracted by Scotty Static getting to his feet. Static starts talking trash to distract Michael further. While this is going on, Johnny Jackson is able to roll off of the table behind Michael. Out of nowhere, Static is handed a chair from a fan in the front row, and tosses it at Michael, who is unable to catch it and takes the brunt of the chair toss to the forehead, sending him off of the top rope and through the table! BUFFER: Your winners...the Global Party Exchange! MC: My lord, what an ending! COACH: I think they just killed Michael! The referee, Nathaniel, and a few attendants check over Michael as the GPX groggily head backstage. Northstar suddenly appears on top of the stage. NORTHSTAR: My my, that was a daredevil show if I've ever seen one. Those were some amazing risks you four took, and for that I thank you. Now, next week...the conclusion to the past six weeks of blood, sweat, and tears that you guys put into this series. Match number seven...the finale. Series is tied three-to-three, and this is the big one. Whoever wins this become superstars forever. Now it's on my plate to decide the match stipulation...hmmm...let me think here. Wait, I got it. See, the finish to this match featured you, Scotty Static, deciding to take it upon yourself to step outside the boundaries of the stipulations and use a chair, therefore proving that this feud's gotten too deep for any rules whatsoever. So, next week...don't even bother bringing ring gear. You four are going to settle this feud the old-fashioned way. Forget wrestling...next week, you four are going to beat the hell out of each other in a STREET FIGHT! Goodbye. (Northstar exits as the crowd is abuzz.) MC: Next week, this series will be settled...no rules, no regulations...it'll be the GPX versus the Minions...it's just a good, old-fashioned street fight! COACH: I have a feeling these four will be taking the brawling style that populates the street fight style to a whole new, innovative level! CABOOSE: It'll be good, indeed. I guess I have to be the one who says this....more hD~! next week! Later, ass wipes! Buy my t-shirts! (FADE to black)

Instead of the usual opening video we’re treated to this Video Package~! [A deep, bass-like thud sounds, and as it hits and fades out, we see a slow-mo shot of Goblin and Widow standing over the prone form of SpiderPoet. Fade to black.] [Another deep thud, this time slightly louder. A shot in time with it of a pair of red boots with white webs steps onto the hD~! entrance set. The camera is on the stage itself, and all we see are the boots. The fans in the background are cheering, though there is no audio. Only the resounding bass from the thud. Fade to black.] [The thud hits again, this time louder than before. A strings section stirs softly with a sorrowful rising sound. The shot is a slow-motion shot of the Dark Poet walking along the arena rooftop from IntenseZone last year. Fade to black.] [Another Thud. This time with these simple words: It's Happening Again. ANGLEMANIA 3] OAOAST HeldDOWN~! The opening pyro EXPLODES into the air as the crowd is whipped into a frenzy! They hold up their signs as the camera pans the arena. Finally we settle in on Sofa Central and two familiar faces and one new one. Michael Cole: The Road to Anglemania CONTINUES! Caboose: Are you going to start every show like that? Cole: As a matter of fact, I am! Today the ROAD TO ANGLEMANIA takes us to Philadelphia! This may be the city of brotherly love, but tonight's going to be anything but LOVELY! Caboose: Oh brother....damn it, you've got me started also! Cole: Fans, Jonathan Coachman has been delayed backstage due to filming of an overdose scene for "3 Stages of Hell", so subbing for him is none other than....JEWEL! Jewel: Hi America. Cole: Thanks for sitting in with us, Jewel. On the ROAD TO ANGLEMANIA, we'll be seeing Axel defend his newly won 24/7 championship against the Rookie, Chris Bryte! Jewel: Wow. Cole: Plus Hoff and Mad Matt are both in action and we're guaranteed to see more steamy developments from the saga that is Ryan Smith and Damaramu! Jewel: Sounds great. Cole: ROAD TO ANGLEMANIA, Jewel! It sounds better then great. IT SOUNDS AWESOME! ROAD TO ANGLEMANIA! CHANT IT WITH ME! Cole and Jewel: Anglemania....Anglemania...ANGLEMANIA! Caboose: Man, I'm too sober for this shit. Cole: I'm not! For some reason, Josh Duhamel is in our ring! The opening segment is reserved for wrestlers, not primadonna actors! I'm sure he's out here to run down the hard work our athletes put in night in and out. I hope someone pelts him with a peanut that goes in his mouth, down his throat, and chokes him to death Jewel: Quit being so mean spirited and listen to what he has to say. Then if you don't like it, you can criticize. Cole: Fair enough. (Like Cole said, Josh is standing in the center of the ring. He's wearing a bucket hat to cover up the wound Zack gave him last week.) Josh Duhamel: Good evening America! I would like to rap with you about wrestling fans. During my time on "3 Stages of Hell" I've noticed that wrestling fans are incredibly odd. A fickle bunch, they flock to the nearest smokey barn and outdated arena to catch a glimpse of so called athletes. They live and die with each carefully scripted movement their heroes make, cheering these roid monkeys on to a predetermined outcome. The fans use these performers to make them feel like the man they wish they could be. Not once do they come to grips with the fact this is just an elaborate illusion. Northstar told me they live their life in a dream world, tossing aside all semblances of common sense and logic for a two hour television show. It's all pretty stupid if you ask me. Cole: No one is, chump. Duhamel: But wrestling fans, like fans of the arts and sports fans, all have one thing in common; they all want to be entertained! And where do these people go for to satisfy their first for quality entertainment? To the movies, where else! That is why I am privileged and honored to bring you the first ever sneak peek at the last movie you'll ever need to see, "3 Stages of Hell"! (The fans meet this announcement with a round of boos and taunts) Duhamel: I know, you want to see the whole movie! But you'll have to wait until August. For now enjoy this clip. (We go to a scene from "3 Stages of Hell". Vance Mackman played by James Woods is sitting in his office, talking to Max Blaze played by Josh Duhamel.) Mr.Mackman: Max, do you like working for RPW? Max: Sure, I guess. Mr.Mackman: You guess? Max: Yes. Yes I like working for RPW. There's no other company I'd rather work for, I guess. Mr.Mackman: You guess? There are those two nasty words again. Doesn't sound to me that you're committed to being the best that RPW has to offer. I only want people on my roster who have the drive to be the top dog in this industry. Max: I want to be the best, sir. Mr.Mackman: Do you? It seems to me that you're willing to talk the talk, but not walk the walk. You want to be the best? Prove it. Max: How? (Mr.Mackman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of anabolic substances. He pushes it across the desk and at Max, who slowly backs way from the jar) (Back to the arena) Josh: Entertainment at its finest, friends! I don't how you'll be able to wait until August to get a view at this guaranteed Oscar winner! Cole: More like guaranteed Razzie winner. Jewel: It won't be that bad. Josh: Rest assured, that we here on the "3 Stages of Hell" set will be working closely with the HeldDOWN crew to bring you more sneak peaks at this summer’s most anticipated film, "3 Stages of Hell". Throughout the spring and summer you can expect the cast of "3 Stages of Hell" to play a more active role on HeldDOWN. Can you handle the heat? ("Trust me" by Lucy Woodward plays as Josh exits the ring to a chorus of boos! He pretends that they're cheers and bows to the fans as he makes his way up the ramp) Cole: I'd like to thank our special guest, Jewel for filling in for Jonathan Coachman. Caboose: Yeah, it's nice to have someone who doesn't make awkward homoerotic comments about our boss. Cole: And who wears deodorant. Jewel: Ah ha. It was my pleasure to be here. Let's do it again some time. I had fun. Cole: More fun on the way! Stick around, because Jeremy Red is in the house! (Go to break)