Patty O'Green

part deleted, sent to tony Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the OAOAST WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!! ::The crowd pops in the background as "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The arena lights quickly fade to black, and after approximately 5 seconds... **BOOOOOM!!!** ...the arena is rocked by a HUGE pyro blast. Flashing red and white lights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where Panther appears through a thick cloud of smoke with the 24/7 title belt draped over his right shoulder and his right knee heavily taped. He limps slightly towards the top of the ramp, where, after waiting for the cue in his music, he grabs his title belt with both hands and raises it high over his head, holding the pose as bright white spotlights illuminate the entrance behind him. Suddenly, he snaps it down by his right side, flings the belt back over his right shoulder, then starts down the entrance ramp to the ring.:: Announcer: Introducing first...hailing from Philadelphia, PA...weighing in tonight at 198 pounds...the reigning OAOAST 24/7 Champion...PAAAAAAAAANTHEEEEEEERRRRRRRR! ::The crowd pops at the mention of his name, as Panther continues his path to ringside. At the bottom of the ramp, Panther tosses the belt over the top rope and into the ring, where it's caught by the referee. He then leaps onto the apron, pausing briefly as the crowd cheers and takes pictures, then steps to the ropes and walks out to the center of the ring. Once inside, he grabs the 24/7 Title from the official and raises it in his right hand before turning to the main camera. He lays the belt down in front of him, once again waits for the cue in his music, and takes stance behind the belt. Suddenly, four white spotlights highlight the ringposts, getting brighter...and brighter...and brighter...before converging on the middle of the ring, where Panther snaps his right fist into the air and pyro blasts explode from all four posts. He grabs the belt from the canvas and slides it out to a ringside attendent as the lights return to normal and his music begins to die down:: Cole: There he is, folks. The challenger for the World Title here tonight on HeldDOWN~! This is such a big opportunity for Panther...he's come a long way in his short tenure here in the OAOAST. Caboose: Yeah. Panther said this is the biggest match in his career and he's right. Not too many wrestlers get an opportunity to do battle with the champ. But you've gotta wonder guys, just how is that knee of his holding up? How badly injured is Panther's right knee? Especially after that attack by Axel and Gunner in the back earlier. Coach: I dunno...he looks alright to me. Cole: Hopefully that knee won't give Panther any trouble in this match. Caboose: Oh, but it will. You've gotta be a fool to think that Calvin won't go right after that knee. It's like he's got a big bull's eye painted right on that knee. Cole: Fans, we are awaiting our champion... "Three-two-one, I'M THE BOMB!" ::"I'm The Bomb" by the Electric Six begins to play over the public address system, the crowd systematically booing as Calvin Szechstein steps out onto the stage, wearing a FUBU jersey over his singlet, and the OAOAST World Title belt over his right shoulder. He has a huge grin on his face as he walks towards the edge of the stage, looks around the arena for a moment, they starts down the ramp towards ringside:: Announcer: And his opponent...representing Totally Endorsed...he hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...weighing in tonight at 197 pounds...he is the OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...CALVIN...SZEEEEEECHSTEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIN!!!!!! ::Calvin raises the World Title belt high over his head, inciting boos from the capacity crowd. As Calvin reaches ringside, a large cup of soda comes flying from the right side of the arena, catching him right in the back of the head. The grin quickly disappears from Calvin's face as he turns to his right to see where the cup came from, and then begins arguing with fans at ringside. He takes a couple of steps towards the guardrail and begins to argue with a couple of rowdy fans in the front row. Noticing the distraction from the ring, Panther seizes the opportunity, hitting off the far rope, dashing across the ring and leaping over the top rope, taking Calvin down with a tremendous corkscrew plancha! The crowd pops as Panther goes to work on Calvin on the outside:: Cole: Corkscrew Plancha by Panther!!! Did you see the elevation?! Caboose: The elevation?! What about the cheating?! The lowlife basically blindsided our World Champion! Cole: Panther not wanting the waste time! He's taking the fight right to Calvin, and look at him go! Panther has mounted Calvin and is nailing him with repeated right hands to the forehead and the side of the temple. He then grabs Calvin's hair with both hands, and begins slamming the back of his head against the steel ramp...again and again and again and again, until finally, the referee rushes out to the floor, grabs Panther by the back of his jersey and yanks him off of the Champion. The referee attempts to hold Panther back on the outside, as Calvin attempts to gather himself. He climbs to a knee, then pushes himself back to a vertical base. He's groggy, however, and staggers backwards into the steel guardrail. At this point, Panther shoves the referee aside and moves in on Calvin, catching him with a hard boot to the midsection. A second! Panther then uses a handful of hair to yank Calvin off the guardrail, and rips into him with a VICIOUS chop to the chest that causes Calvin to wince in pain. Panther then takes a hold of Calvin's left arm, and with an Irish whip... **CLANG** Sends the Champion crashing backfirst into the steel stairs! The crowd cheers loudly as Calvin slumps down to the floor, clutching at his lower back on the way down! With a look of confidence in his eyes, Panther raises his right fist, drawing another strong pop from the crowd. He then points to Calvin (who's seated against he stairs clutching the back of his head), takes a couple of steps back, then charges in, catching the champion with a basement dropkick that sandwiches his head up against the stairs!!! Caboose: Good Lord!!!! Cole: Calvin's head was just crushed like a grape!! The World Champion is in trouble here in the early stages of the match! Caboose: This thing hasn't even started yet, Cole! He jumped Calvin before the bell! Coach: And look at Calvin, guys! I think he's busted! HE IS!!!! Calvin lies face down on the arena floor, bleeding from the back of his head, as the referee once again tries to hold Panther back. Again, Panther nonchalantly shoves the official aside, grabs Calvin by the hair, drags him back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Panther rolls in as well, and the referee follows shortly behind him. The ref runs over to the far side of the ring and calls for the bell. **DING DING DING** Cole: Yes! This match now officially underway! Now in the middle of the ring, Calvin scrambles back to his feet, still groggy from the punishment taken on the outside. He staggers around the ring for a moment, throwing wild right hands into the air before Panther comes up behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy!!! 1... 2... THRRR--NO!!!!!! Calvin's kicks out after two!!! Both men get right back to there feet, and Calvin tries to catch Panther with another wild right hand. Panther slips under, however, rolling him up with another schoolboy to the crowd's delight! 1.... 2... NO!!!!!!! Once again, Calvin's out after two! Again, both men quickly get back to their feet, and Panther catches Calvin with another boot to the midsection! He follows up with a hard right hand... **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOO~! And follows that up with a VICIOUS knife edge that sends Calvin back into the ropes. Panther then grabs Calvin and sends him in with an Irish whip. As Calvin comes off, Panther lowers his head for a back body drop, but Calvin catches him in a standing headscissors, causing the crowd to clamor in the background. Coach: Uh oh! Cole: Calvin could be going for it! He could be going for the Code Red Clash! Coach: If he hits this, this thing is over! Cole: HE'S GOT HIM UP!!! The crowd gasps as Calvin lifts Panther up into position, but Panther blocks it, shifting his weight, causing Calvin to drop him before he can get him in place. Calvin tries to lift Panther a second time, but again, Panther shifts his weight to block it. Calvin begins hammering down with forearm shots across the back of Panther, to which Panther responds by standing upright, sending Calvin up over his head with a back body drop! Panther shakes his right leg slightly (trying not to draw too much attention to the injury) and as Calvin tries to climb to his feet, Panther runs to the ropes, rebounds, and comes off with a Dusty-like elbow that puts Calvin right back on the mat! Calvin pops right back up, only to be caught with another elbow that sends him staggering back into a nearby corner. Panther immediately charges at Calvin in the buckle, leaping into his chest, attempting to take him over with a monkey flip... ...BUT CALVIN BLOCKS IT! He holds onto Panther, turning him around and setting him on the top turnbuckle, where he begins hacking away at the challenger with VICIOUS, flesh-ripping chops! **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOO~! **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOOO~! **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOOO~! Calvin tears into Panther, leaving him sitting on the top, clutching his chest in pain. Calvin then starts climbing up the ropes himself, perhaps preparing to take Panther over with a superplex. Calvin has both feet planted on the second rope, when suddenly, Panther catches him with two clubbing forearms to the back of the head. He then grabs Calvin's head and slams it down against the top turnbuckle!!! And again!!! Panther does it a third time, sending Calvin tumbling backwards from the ropes and out towards the center of the ring. At this point, Panther begins to stand upright on the top rope, with the crowd clamoring in the background as his measures his fallen foe. Then, after scouring the arena briefly, Panther leaps into the air, coming off the top with a tremendous frog splash that... MISSES!!!!!!!!!!!! Caboose: No water in the pool for that one! Calvin's quick to capitalize on Panther's mistake, hopping back to his feet and taking him over with an Oklahoma roll! The shoulders are down... 1... 2... NO! Panther just about before three! Panther rolls onto his stomach and attempts to climb back to his feet, but Calvin catches him in a front face lock, at which point he begins driving repeated knees to forehead of the 24/7 Champion. Still with the facelock applied, he drags Panther back to a vertical base, at which point, he tosses his right arm over his head, and takes Panther over in a snap suplex! He floats over into the cover...1...2...NO! Panther out after two! Calvin climbs back to his feet and drives an Austin style elbow to the head of Panther! Another cover by Calvin...1...2...NO! Only a two! Calvin uses a handful of Panther's hair to yank him back to his feet, then rattles his jaw with a stiff looking European uppercut that sends Panther staggering back a few steps! Calvin grabs Panther once again and nails him with another European uppercut, this one sending him into the ropes. As Panther comes off, Calvin catches him again, but this time, when he attempts the European uppercut, Panther sidesteps it, slips behind Calvin and hooks his arms for a backslide! Cole: Backslide!!! Panther's trying for the backslide! Can he take him over?! He's trying, damn it, but Calvin's trying his best to fight it. Both men are pulling with all their might, with the fans screaming and clapping in the background, most of them trying to cheer Panther on, but so far, it's a stalemate in this struggle for the backslide. Suddenly, Panther plants his feet and propells himself backwards, rolling over the back of Calvin, landing on his feet in front of him. Calvin tries to catch Panther a clothesline, but he ducks it, managing to slip behind the champion, wrap him up in a rear waistlock, and dumping him on the back of his head with a vicious German Suplex! Panther springs back to his feet and motions for the crowd to "get up", and loud cheers echo throughout the arena as Panther turns back to Calvin. He walks over to the champion, grabs him by the hair and drags him back to his feet. Calvin fires off a series of weak right hands in a vain attempt to fight Panther off, but it's no use as Panther slips behind him once again, locks on another rear waistlock, and brings him over once again with a German Suplex. Panther pops back to his feet one more time, and shoots an intense glare into the camera, causing the crowd to pop louder than ever. He turns back to the fallen World Champion and begins to stomp on the canvas, begging the Champ to get back up. Cole: Folks...if only you could experience the feeling in this arena right now! Panther...the challenger has worked this crowd into a frenzy! He's got this capacity crowd on its feet! He's got the World Champ on the run! I...I can't believe this! Calvin once again pulls himself back to a knee, and a sinister smile comes across Panther's face. Calvin then shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and pushes himself back to a standing position, at which point Panther slips behind him once again and locks on the rear waistlock. One more German coming up... NO!!!!!!!! Calvin counters with a reverse elbow to the side of the head. Two more send Panther staggering backwards. Looking to capitalize, Calvin turns to face Panther, rears back and tries a right hand, but Panther catches him in a half nelson and uses it to force him down, driving the back of Calvin's head down across his right knee. Panther comes up limping slightly. Coach: I think Panther hurt his knee on that last move. Cole: Oh...what a shame there. Up until now, that knee hasn't been giving Panther too much trouble in this one...he's dominated most of this match. Caboose: Yeah. Only because he jumped Calvin before the bell! He's been cheating since the start of this thing! Panther shakes off the injury and walks over to the ropes facing Calvin, and begins to measure him as the champion tries to gather himself. Calvin slaps himself in the head a few times, and slowly pulls himself back up to a knee. Suddenly, Panther darts at Calvin, coming straight at his head with a running basement dropkick-- **SNAP** Cole: OH NO!!! Coach: HE CAUGHT THE REF!!!!!!!!!! Indeed! At the last second, Calvin ducks out of the way, causing Panther to shoot over his head and dropkick the ref (who was standing behind Calvin) right in his left kneecap! The official SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER~! as he falls to the canvas, clutching his leg! Concerned for the ref's well-being, Panther immediately rushes to his side to check on his condition, giving Calvin the chance to get himself together. After climbing to his feet, Calvin positions himself behind Panther. The crowd begins yelling, attempting to warn Panther of the danger that lurks behind him, but its too late, as Calvin charges in and clips Panther's injured right knee from behind, causing the 24/7 Champ to fall to the canvas in pain! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Calvin pops back to his feet with a smile on his face! Caboose: I told you! I told you it'd only be a matter of time before Calvin went to work on that knee! Cole: Calvin has found the weakness, folks! Calvin catches Panther with a hard stomp to his injured knee, causing him to scream out in pain! He follows it up with another stomp, which leads Panther to clutch his knee close to his chest. Calvin grabs Panther's right ankle and yanks on it to hyperextend it. He does it a second time, then turns into Panther's right leg with a spinning toe hold... Crowd: WHOOOO~! Figure four coming up, but... Cole: WAIT A MINUTE!!!! As Calvin reaches for Panther's left leg, Panther pulls his head down and takes him over with an inside cradle!!! Cole: Panther's got Calvin! Small package...HE'S GOT HIM!!! HE'S GOT HIM!!! WHERE THE HELL IS THE REF?!?!?! He's still on the canvas, clutching his injured left knee. He turns over and spots the pin, however, and SLOWLY begins to crawl into position... ...slowly... ...he's almost there... ...FINALLY, the ref's in position and counts 1... 2... NO!!!!!!! CALVIN KICKS OUT!!! Cole: Damn it!!! I can't believe it! Panther had him there!!! He had the title won! Caboose: I don't think so, Cole! I think Calvin could've kicked out anytime he wanted to! Calvin's right back to his feet, and begins hammering away upon Panther with elbows and forearms to the top of the head. Calvin grabs Panther by the hair and tries to drag him back to his feet...OH! Panther with a double leg takedown puts Calvin on his back! Panther rolls forward into a pinning combination, with both legs hooked... ...THE REFEREE'S OUT OF POSITION AGAIN!!! Cole: Damn it, ref!!! C'mon!!! The ref, still injured from the dropkick, spots the pin once again, and again begins to crawl into position as Calvin desperately attempts to kickout! Coach: Hurry up, ref! Panther's got the title won!!!! ...he's almost there... ...HE'S THERE AND COUNTS 1... TWO--NO!!!!!!!! Calvin right out after two!!! Panther bangs the mat in frustration, and shouts obscenities at the official! Cole: Damn it! That's twice now this official's cost Panther the title! Caboose: Hey! Who does Panther have to blame for that?! He's the one who took hurt the officials leg. Calvin's up again and catches Panther with a hard kick to the head, followed up by an overhand right. Brings Panther back to his feet, tucks his head under Panther's right armpit, bends back Panther's right leg with his left hand, lifts him up and drives him down across the knee, drawing boos from the crowd. Panther rolls around on the mat in pain as Calvin walks over towards the fallen official and begins to pull him back to his feet. Calvin leans the ref up agains the ropes, and asks him if he can continue. The ref nods affirmatively, at which point, Calvin walks back over to Panther, who's trying to get back up. He catches Panther by the hair, and again tries to yank him back to a standing position, but Panther once again catches him with a double leg takedown, drawing a pop from the crowd. Panther then cinches up on Calvin's legs, and the crowd begins to come to his feet as he lifts the Champion back up onto the back of his neck and falls backwards, slingshotting Calvin headfirst into the turnbuckles!!! Dazed, Calvin staggers back into the waiting arms of Panther, who brings him over in another schoolboy! The official tries to get into position, but his knee collapses under him! The crowd boos wildly! Cole: Damn it! C'mon!!! Coach: Do we have another ref back there for this?! Cole: Panther's got Calvin pinned again! This referee once again out of position...damn it! The referee slowly crawls into position, where he begins to count... 1... CALVIN'S OUT AFTER ONE!!!!!!!!! Again, Panther bangs the mat in frustration, and yells at the official. Suddenly, a second referee rushes out from the locker room and slides into the ring to attend to the first ref! Cole: Finally we've got another official out here. I don't think that first ref is fit to continue this match! Coach: Tell me about it! He may have had his leg broken here! Cole: Fans, we've got a commecial break. We're gonna try and get this thing sorted out. Stay with us as the match continues... **COMMERCIAL** When the break ends, we fade in to see Panther grab Calvin's right leg from the canvas, turns into it with a spinning toe hold... Crowd: WHOOO~! Panther smiles as he reaches down and grabs Calvin's left leg, extends it, then slaps on a figure four leglock! The crowd cheers wildly in the background as Calvin begins to scream in pain. Cole: FIGURE FOUR! PANTHER'S GOT IT LOCKED! Caboose: Fight it, Calvin! Fight it! Cole: Fan's we're back on HeldDOWN~! We've got a new official, and folks, we could be just moments away from a new World Champion. Calvin is in trouble, and this crowd is on its feet! Caboose: I can't believe that Panther--MY GOD! CALVIN, WATCH YOUR SHOULDERS! 1...2...NO! Calvin sits up off the mat, and grasps Panther's legs, trying to break to hold. Panther flashes a smile to Calvin, then leans back, applying more pressure. Calvin: AHHHHHHHHH! Calvin falls back to the canvas in pain, and, noticing that the Champ's shoulders are down once again, the referee begins to count...1...2...NO! Calvin sits back up. Calvin: (to Panther) You sonuvabitch!!! You no good... **CRACK** A HARD slap to the chest sends Calvin right back to the mat, his shoulders down once more. 1...2...Calvin sits back up... **CRACK** Calvin goes down again! 1...2...NO! He again sits back up! **CRACK** Another hard slap and down he goes AGAIN! 1...2...Calvin's back up after two, a look of pain etched on his face. He breathes deep, labored breaths as Panther smiles and rears back his right hand one more time, but upon the follow through, Calvin catches the hand and shoves it down to the canvas. He then reaches foward and manages to catch Panther with a DEEP...DEEP eye gouge, drawing boos from the crowd and causing Panther to break the figure four. Panther quickly climbs to his feet, clutching his eyes as he staggers backwards into the ropes. Calvin quickly scrambles to his feet, and, limping slightly, he rushes over to the challenger and greets him with a stiff kick to the right knee. Panther cringes as Calvin follows up with a second kick to the knee, to which Panther responds with an eye rake, which sends Calvin reeling out to the center of the ring. Panther, stepping gingerly, follows Calvin out and catches him from behind with a hard forearm shot that sends him staggering into the ropes. Coming off, Calvin catches Panther with a hard right hand to the face...Panther responds with one of his own! Calvin comes right back with another right! Panther responds once again! Calvin! Panther! Calvin! Panther!!! Panther again! Cole: This thing has boiled down to a slugfest! Coach: And it looks like Panther's winning. OH! But another eye gouge by Calvin halts Panther's momentum. Panther staggers back a couple of steps, holding his face, then fires off a desperation right hand, which Calvin ducks. The Champion then slips behind Panther, tucks his head under his right armpit, tucks his head under Panther's right armpit, bends back Panther's right leg with his left hand, lifts him up and once again drives Panther's down across his knee. Panther cries out in pain and falls to the canvas, once again clutching at the injured knee, as Calvin leans back against the ropes, almost breathing a sigh of relief. Panther quickly tries to get back to his feet, but his knee buckles under him, and he goes back down. Panther again tries to return to a standing position, but he knee gives out again, and he falls right back to the mat. The crowd boos in the background as the referee walks over to Panther, asking if he can continue. Panther nods affirmatively, and, with the ref trying to hold Calvin at bay, tries desperately to push himself back up one more time. His third attempt is successful, but as soon as he reaches his feet, Calvin rushes in from behind, again clipping the back of his injured knee, sending Panther to the canvas. The crowd begins to boo as Calvin returns to his feet, and begins relentlessly stomping Panther's knee, again and again and again, with Panther's screams growing louder after each strike. He then grabs a hold of Panther's right ankle, slides out to the floor and begins dragging Panther towards the apron. Panther tries to fight him off, desperately kicking at Calvin with his left leg, but it's no use, as Calvin lifts Panther's leg into the air and slams it down across the apron. Panther screams loudly, and Calvin grabs his ankle a second time and slams his leg into the apron once more. The referee kneels down next to Panther, checking to see if he can continue, but before he can get an answer, Calvin grabs a hold of his ankle one more time and drags the injured challenger over to the ringpost. Cole: Calvin's dragging Panther over to that post, folks...and I would reckon that he's got evil intentions! Panther's still trying to fight Calvin off, pressing his left leg up against the ringpost to prevent Calvin from pulling him further, but Calvin soon grabs Panther's left leg as well, and uses both legs to pull Panther crotch first into the post. Coach: Ouch! Cole: Panther's in a world of hurt here. And watch Calvin here, he's got that right leg again. Calvin taunts a few fans in the front row before rearing back with Panther's injured leg and ramming it hard into the post. He does it a second time, leading the referee to slide out to the floor and reprimand him. The two argue briefly before Calvin presses the palm of his hand against his face and shoves him hard to the floor. With Calvin distracted, Panther attempts to pull himself away from the corner, but Calvin quickly catches his ankle and pulls him back into the post. He then extends Panther's right leg, bends Panther's left leg around the post, and... Cole: Oh no!! Not this! Yup...Calvin brings his right leg up, and locks Panther in the dreaded RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR!!!!!!!!!! Cole: Dear God!!! Calvin's trying to break Panther's leg, damn it! C'mon!!! Calvin applies as much pressure as possible as Panther screams his lungs out in the ring. The referee returns to his feet, and tries to get Calvin to break the hold, but Calvin refuses, and instead increases the pressure on Panther's leg. The official again asks Calvin for the break, but when he refuses a second time, he grabs a hold of Calvin's hair and pulls him off of Panther, drawing a pop from the crowd. Cole: Great call by the official there. Caboose: Great call?! Since when has a referee been allowed to put his hands on a wrestler like that?! Coach: Panther's hurt bad, guys. Indeed. Unable to stand, Panther crawls back out to the center of the ring, attempting to create as much distance between he and Calvin as possible. Unfortunately for him, however, Calvin soon returns to the ring, catches up with Panther, and goes right back to work on the leg. He grabs a hold of Panther's right leg, twists up on the ankle, then drives the point of his elbow right into Panther's knee. Calvin quickly returns to his feet and drives another elbow into the knee of Panther! And another! And another! And BY GAWD ANOTHER!!! Cole: The Champion is just being vicious here! Indeed he is. Back to his feet, Calvin yanks on Panther's leg, then turns away from Panther. He then tries to lock on another figure four, but Panther kicks him in the chest, knocking him away. He tries for it again, but Panther kicks him away again. Frustrated, Calvin grabs Panther's right leg one more time and drives another elbow into the knee, again causing Panther to scream. Calvin returns to his feet and turns his back to Panther. He then wraps up Panther's legs, turns him over onto his stomach, and applies a reverse figure four to Panther. The crowd boos once again as Calvin begins to apply pressure. Caboose: This could be it right here, guys! Cole: Panther's knee is taking a lot of punishment here. It was hurt last week in the match with Superstar...it was Axel's and Gunner's target earlier on tonight in a backstage attack, and in this match, Calvin is doing even more damage here with this hold, and fans, this could be Panther's breaking point. I wouldn't be surprised if Panther...if he just gave in right here. The crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison, trying as best they can to will Panther out of the hold. With a look of pain etched on his face, Panther begins to use to scratch and claw at the canvas, using whatever strength he has remaining to pull himself closer to the ropes. The clapping and chanting gets louder and louder as Panther gets closer...and closer...and closer to the ropes. Cole: Panther's trying as hard as he can to reach the ropes. Coach: He's almost there! Panther's maybe an inch or so away from the bottom rope, when Calvin increases the pressure on his legs, causing him to scream one more time. Panther tries to block out the pain, however, clinching his teeth and extending his right arm forward, desperately attempting to reach the ropes. He's reaching... ...reaching... ...ALMOST THERE.... ...ALLLLLMOST.... NO!!!!!!!! Just micrometers away from the bottom rope, Panther's body suddenly drops to the canvas. The crowd is stunned! The referee again kneels at Panther's side, but doesn't get a response. Caboose: I think he just passed out from the pain. Cole: You may be right. Panther's not moving, folks. Calvin increases the pressure on Panther's knee, but Panther doesn't move. He just continues lying there flat on the canvas. The referee grabs Panther's right arm and raises it into the air to see if he can continue. IT DROPS! Coach: Uh oh! Chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" start up in the crowd as the referee raises Panther's arm a second time... IT DROPS AGAIN! Cole: Fans, if that arm drops one more time, this thing is over. The chants get louder, and the fans begin clapping and stomping all over again as the referee raises his arm one last time... ...it... ...it... ....it... DROPS!!!!!!! NO!!! IT STAYS UP!!!!!!!! Panther raises his arm just before it hits the canvas, bringing the crowd to life. He then plants his left hand against the mat, using it to pull himself closer to the ropes as he reaches forward with his right hand... AND HE'S GOT IT!!!! The crowd pops in the background as the referee calls for the break! Cole: Panther got the rope! The hold must be broken...CALVIN'S NOT BREAKING! C'MON!! Calvin holds on well after the ref calls for the break, drawing boos from the crowd. Finally, the ref steps in once more and pulls Calvin off of Panther. Caboose: This damn referee is getting out of hand! That's the second time he put his hands on the Champ! Cole: And Calvin doesn't look happy about it! Calvin climbs back to his feet and shoves the referee...who responds by shoving him back, drawing a pop from the crowd. Calvin shoves the ref a second time, but the ref shoves him back one more time. Angered, Calvin cocks his fist, ready to strike the ref, but stops when he notices Panther pulling himself back up in the corner. He flags the ref off then moves in on Panther, catching him with a stomp to the knee just as he reaches his feet. He stomps down a second time, then grabs a hold of Panther's leg, using it to drag Panther out to the center of the ring. Hopping on his left leg, Panther takes 2 wild swings at Calvins head, both missing. Then, as they reach the center of the ring, Calvin springs off his left leg, presses it into Calvin's chest and sends Calvin crashing HARD into the buckle, much to the crowd's delight. Dazed from the force, Calvin staggers out and falls forward, but Panther raises his right foot at the last second, causing Calvin to hit facefirst off the flat of his boot, then fall to the canvas, clutching his jaw in pain. Calvin rolls around on the mat, clutching his jaw as chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" start up once again in the background. Meanwhile, Panther, after stretching his knee to regain the feeling, tries to pull himself back to his feet. Calvin does the same. Cole: We've got a bit of a race on our hands. Which one of these men will reach his feet first. Caboose: It's...it's... PANTHER! Panther reaches his feet, then staggers back into the ropes, clutching his knee. Calvin is up shortly afterwards, and after taking a moment to shake loose the cobwebs, he charges in at Panther, but misses with a clothesline. Calvin turns around to face Panther, only to be met with a 3/4 headlock and a... Cole: PANTHER CUTTER!!!!!!! The crowd explodes as Panther brings Calvin down with the Panther Cutter. But Panther's knee is killing him, and he doesn't go for the cover. Cole: C'mon Panther! You've got it won! All you've gotta do is roll over and the title is yours. The crowd begins cheering and stomping in unison yet again as Panther rolls over, then drapes his left arm across the chest of Panther! Cole: This could be it... 1... 2... 3!!!! NO!!!!!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!!!!!! Panther slaps the canvas in frustration, then grabs Calvin by the hair and begins hitting him with right hands. Using the hair, Panther then drags Calvin back to his feet, drags him out to the center of the ring, and places him in a standing headscissors, drawing a pop from the crowd. Coach: He could be setting up for Da' Bomb here! He is. He wraps his arms around Calvin's waist, and brings him up into powerbomb position... BUT CALVIN ESCAPES, sitting out and landing on his feet, where he doubles Panther over with a boot to the midsection, then places him in a standing headscissors of his own! Cole: Code Red Clash! He's gonna try it again! He tries it, but Panther blocks it again! He tries to lift Panther again, but then it's blocked... Suddenly, Panther fires off an uppercut to the groin, drawing a pop from the crowd as Calvin staggers back into the ropes, clutching the injured area. Caboose: That should be a disqualification! C'mon ref! Panther tries to move in on Calvin, but his knee gives, causing him to stagger backwards. Noticing Panther favoring the leg, Calvin sucks up the pain (not the best choice of words there, lol) and charges in at Panther, only to be caught with a full nelson, which Panther uses to take the Champion over in a dragon suplex!!!!! He tries to bridge but the leg gives way! BOTH SHOULDERS ARE DOWN... 1... 2... CALVIN RAISES THE RIGHT SHOULDER... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!! **DING DING DING** **Cue "I'm The Bomb" Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL OAOAST World Champion...CALVIN...SZECHSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEIN!!!!!!! Cole: Damn!!! Calvin retains! Caboose: Why so surprised, Cole. Calvin's the best wrestler in the OAOAST today. Possibly the greatest World Champion we've ever had! Cole: That's debatable! Calvin...he came *that* close to coughing up the World Title!!! THAT CLOSE! Caboose: But he didn't lose the title! Calvin, the resilient wrestler that he is, took everything that Panther had to throw at him, and still came out with the victory! Give him credit! The crowd boos as Calvin's presented with the World Title belt. He looks down at Panther, who's looking up at him with tears in his eyes, and raises the title high above his head, basically adding insult to injury. Calvin then slides out of the ring, and starts back up the ramp towards the stage, where two more figures appear. Cole: Oh no! That's Axel and Gunner! Caboose: Yes! And remember what Northstar said. They could do anything they wanted to Panther AFTER the match! Well the match is over, Cole, but it looks like the fun is just beginning. Calvin's music dies down as Axel and Gunner head down to ringside, Axel with a steel chair in hand. Panther spots them entering the ring, and attempts to climb back to his feet to defend himself, but his knee buckles, and soons falls prey to Axel's and Gunner's attack. The crowd boos in the background as the two men go to work on Panther, Gunner stomping away at the injured 24/7 Champ as Axel pounds him with the steel chair. After a moment, the crowd begins to clamor, with many fans turning towards the entrance to see what's going on. Cole: IT'S TINA!!! YES!!! Tina heads out from the back and rushes the ring, charging Axel and nailing him with a HARD forearm that sends him staggering into the ropes. Gunner tries to attack her from behind, but she nails him with a series of forearms as well, and has Gunner reeling before Axel comes up from behind and blasts her in the back of the head with the chair, drawing more boos from the crowd. Axel hits Tina with another chairshot, and the crowd begins to clamor again as an angry Chris Bryte rushes out from the back, hoping to save the day. As soon as he hits the ring, however, Axel blasts him with a VICIOUS chairshot, sending him tumbling through the ropes and out to the arena floor. Cole: Axel and Gunner have laid out Panther, Tina and Chris Bryte. They are on a rampage out here...and oh no! Don't tell me...NOT AGAIN! Gunner grabs Panther's injured right knee and extends it, and Axel turns to Panther with a sinister smile on his face. Coach: We saw this backstage earlier on! Axel raises the chair high above his head, but... Cole: WAIT A MINUTE!!! ...before he can bring it down, K-Money and AJ Flaire rush the ring with chairs of their own. K-Money nails Axel in the back, and AJ nails Gunner, both shots sending the recipients to the canvas. K-Money and AJ follow up, hammering away with repeated chairshots on Axel and Gunner until they roll out of the ring. The crowd pops in the background as Axel and Gunner head back towards the ramp, both men pointing and shouting obscenities at K-Money and AJ Flaire. Cole: Ladies and gentlemen...Axel and Gunner just tried to injure Panther again. Thank God for K-Money and AJ Flaire. Had they not arrived when they did, who knows what damage would've been done to Panther. Coach: Peeps, when we come back its time for the second of our two main events. (Go to break)

(Return from break) ::The scene opens backstage in the hallway, where we see Axel and Gunner walking...and they look PISSED. Gunner grabs a folding chair and slams it up against the wall, then grabs the edge of a table and flips it over, spilling a bunch of papers and a coffee maker onto the floor. He then kicks the wall a few times before turning back to Axel:: Gunner: Can you believe what just happened out there?! Can you believe it?! Axel: Gunner... Gunner: Nobody does that to us and gets away with it! Nobody!! Axel: (sighs) Gunner... Gunner: You know what, I say that we find that bastard right now! We find Panther...we hunt him down, we beat him down and this time we put his ass down for good! ::Gunner begins pacing angrily, and kicks the overturned table. In the background, a door opens, and a curious Northstar steps into the hallway behind Axel and Gunner:: Axel: We could do that, Gunner...but what's the fun in it? Why waste our time in hurting Panther physically...when we could destroy him mentally? Gunner: Uh...what are you getting at? Axel: Think about it, Gunner...you heard him earlier. The biggest night of his career. The biggest opportunity in his life. (smiles) If we hurt Panther...why not hurt him when it means the most. Gunner: (smiles) Hehe...I got cha. Northstar: Um...excuse me butterflies! ::Startled, Gunner and Axel turn around, spotting the approaching HeldDOWN~! GM:: Northstar: Now, I could be mistaken but Axel, darling, are you suggesting that tonight, you and Gunner here might get involved in my main event? Gunner: So what's it to you if we were? Northstar: Why Gunner, it's everything to me! You see, darlings, I've got an obligation to the fans out there. I've promised them a World Title match, and...well, you know me. I'm not one to break a promise...and I'm certainly not one to disappoint our fans. Axel: No need to worry Northstar. You'll have your little title match tonight. Northstar: Really? That's great. That's just great. And just to insure that the World Title match goes on as planned, let it be known that I'm banning all secondary parties from ringside. No wrestlers other than Panther or Calvin will be allowed near that ring tonight. Gunner: (surprised) Wha...what...how can you...? Northstar: It's called protecting my main event, love. And just for a little added protection, neither of you are to lay a hand on Panther until AFTER the title match. Gunner: But...but... Northstar: Hey. After the match ends, you two can do anything you want to Panther. Anything...just as long as my main event goes on as planned. Is that clear? ::Axel sneers at Northstar, who's smiling sweetly all the while:: Axel: Like I said...no need to worry, Northstar. Your title match is as good as secure. Northstar: Great...now, if you'll excuse me. ::Northstar turns away from them and walks back towards his office. As he steps inside and shuts the door behind him, Axel and Gunner turn to one another and nod as the scene cuts out. (Go to break)

(We cut backstage, where we see Sly Sommers lacing up his boots in the Totally Endorsed locker room. Colvid walks into the room and sits down beside Sly.) COLVID: Hey, man. I've been trying to get ahold of you for the past week on the cell, man. SLY: I've had it turned off. I don't need any distractions until after I win the X Cup. COLVID: That's cool. After all, that trophy would look really nice as the centerpiece of our meeting table. SLY: Yeah, sure.... COLVID: What's the matter? Still thinking about that broad? SLY: Yeah, I am, man. I just don't really know what happened. I mean...(Colvid slaps Sly in the face)...what the hell? COLVID: Get the chick out of your mind! She wasn't good enough to see how you're a king amongst men, and that she'd be lucky to even be remotely around you. I'm proud of you, man. I HATED having to help you fight battles that your delusional ass made with your mouth. You got the distraction out of the way before it got too harmful, now get the distraction out of your head. You've got five competitors to beat tonight, and then at Zero Hour, you have to be ready to win three matches almost in a row! Get your head in the game. SLY: You know, you're right. Thanks, man. COLVID: No problem. Now, you have a match to go out and win, don't you. SLY: Hell yes, I do. (Sly gets up, and walks off as Michael Cole's audio feed cuts in...) MC: Six-Way Super X Survival Scramble, up next! (Go to break) (Return from break) COACH: It's now time for a special preview of the upcoming 1st Annual OAOAST Super X Cup, as five wrestlers from HeldDOWN~! and three from Intense Zone will do battle in an eight-man single elimination tournament, exclusively on Pay-Per-View, at the appropriately named "Zero Hour: Night of the X". MC: As Michael said, three competitors from Intense Zone will be competing along side the HeldDOWN~! X-Division regulars, but only one has been announced so far, as the superstar himself, "Shooter" Jay Darring, will attempt to make his big comeback in the X Cup, facing former X Division Champion Mad Matt in what is definately considered an Intense Zone versus HeldDOWN~! dream match. The other two matches so far announced are Sly Sommers battling Crystal in a renewal of a less-than-intense feud from this past fall brought the forefront as both have evolutionized as competitors in the past six months, as well as "The Role Model" Jacob Lyne, who no doubt about it, will be a breakout star of 2004, facing the leader of the Communion, St. Andrew. CABOOSE: I guess I get to do the honors of announcing that, in what very well might be the only Intense Zone-exclusive match of this tournament, The Black Diamond, who did have a decent fairing in the Hour-Long Gauntlet on New Year's Day, will battle a man who, as of late, has become a cornerstone of the Intense Zone brand, in Puerto Rican Lightning! MC: The X Cup has obviously brought out the stars, as Crystal, Jay Darring, and now PRL have all entered their names into the X fray just to get into this tournament! COACH: Without any further ado, let's get to the ring, where Michael Buffer's waiting with the ring intros.... (bell rings as the six competitors are standing either inside or around the ring) BUFFER: The following contest is the Super X 6-Way Survival Scramble, where five of the six HeldDOWN~! representitives in the first ever Super X Cup, to be held at Zero Hour: Night of the X. The rules are as follows: six men will start. The only way this will end is if either Leon Rodez defeats anyone in this match, making him the automatic winner and the man who will take the place of the man he defeats in the Super X Cup Tournament; or until five of the six men are eliminated, with none being by Rodez. This match will be contested under scramble rules, which mean that once you leave the ring, you are no longer a legal participant in the action and must eventually return to your corner. Introducing the contestants...first, currently standing outside the ring, weighing in tonight at 195 pounds, hailing from Bayside, California, he is the former OAOAST HeldDOWN~! X Champion and the current WCW Television Champion of the WOOOOOOORLD! Representing Totally Endorsed, he is Sly "The Sly" Sommers! (boos around as Sly pops up from a bent position with his face down on the ring apron, with his fists pumped in the air) BUFFER: The second participant...from Peoria, Illinois...weighing in tonight at 211 pounds...he is also a former X Champion....ladies and gentlemen....Mad Matt! (cheers) BUFFER: The third competitor....from St. Andrew's Cathedral, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the leader of the Communion...St. Andrew! (boos) BUFFER: The fourth combatant...from Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in tonight at 198 pounds, he is Leon Rodez! (cheers) BUFFER: The next competitor...coming in tonight at 220 pounds, from Dahlonega, Georgia, "The Role Model" Jacob Lyne! (scattered cheers turn into a good pop as Lyne climbs to the second rope and gets the crowd riled up) BUFFER: And the final competitor...she weighs in tonight at 128 pounds, from Conquitlam, British Columbia....representing The Firm...Crystal! (overwhelming cheers) MC: Looks like the crowd has a favorite, wouldn't you say? CABOOSE: Testosterone runs this earth, and I can guarantee you that it will rule this match, and the tournament at Zero Hour: Night of the X. (bell rings) As soon as they hear the bell, Sommers, Crystal, Matt, and Andrew all rush outside the ring so that Jacob Lyne has to start with Leon Rodez. The friends slap hands, and then lock up collar-and-elbow style as the other four go to their corners. Lyne uses that to go to a reverse hammerlock on Rodez, who twists around and reverses that into an Irish whip. Lyne comes off of the ropes as Rodez leapfrogs over him. Lyne comes off the ropes, and flips into a roll over Rodez's attempted monkey flip. Both men kip up to their feet, and Rodez runs at Lyne. Lyne sidesteps and Rodez runs off to the ropes. Lyne grabs ahold of Rodez under his arm as he runs back, and attempts a hiptoss. But, Rodez's legs land on the top rope, as he bounces into a backflip, which he then uses to bring Jacob Lyne over with an armdrag. Both men back onto their feet, and Lyne jumps up, ending up wrapping his legs around Rodez in a wheelbarrow. Lyne pulls himself upward, and brings Rodez over and down with an armdrag. Both men pop back up, and they do a dosey-doe in the middle of the ring, leading to both of them sliding to the outside. MC: Lyne and Rodez just took advantage of the rules of this match, and basically forced two other competitors into the ring with that one action. St. Andrew and Crystal come into the ring, as Crystal runs at Andrew. She goes for a wheelbarrow into a bulldog like Jacob Lyne. But, Andrew uses his immense size advantage to simply toss Crystal off of him. Andrew then goes to stomp her face, but she's able to bridge herself before his foot comes down. She then balances herself onto her feet, and runs to the ropes. She charges at Andrew, and grabs his hand as she tumbles forward. She tries to bring him down with her momentum as she falls, but again, Andrew's able to use his size advantage to stay on his feet and pull Crystal up. Andrew then hooks Crystal's head and attempts to go for an early Decadence Drop. But, when he goes down for it, she spins her way out and into a standing position. Crystal then jumps on Andrew for a standing rana, but Andrew grabs her and flips her onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position. Andrew charges at Crystal, but gets met with a boot to the face. She gets to a standing position on the top rope as he stumbles around, holding his face. Andrew turns around, and Crystal dives off the top rope, bringing him down with an incredible diving rana, sending Andrew flying under the bottom rope and out of the ring. COACH: What a hurricanrana! CABOOSE: I'm impressed with her being able to overcome the big size difference and get the advantage. Mad Matt then comes into the ring, and immediately runs at the ropes. He bounces off, grabs Crystal's wrist, and sends her off to the ropes. Crystal comes off of the ropes and goes for a flying headscissors, but accidentally catches her throat on the top rope as she's spinning. Matt takes advantage of the discontinuation of spinning, and launches her feet upward, sending Crystal over the top rope and to the floor. Right as her feet touch the floor, Sly Sommers springboards to the top rope from his corner. As Matt turns around and makes two big steps to the center of the ring, Sommers launches off for a flying lariat. But, Matt jumps up and reverses it with a deadly spear, sending Sly crashing to the mat. Matt then gets on top of Sly, and lets loose with a bevy of punches. COACH: Obviously, Mad Matt still does not forgive Sly for beating him for the X Title back in November. Matt then pulls Sly up, and whips him to the ropes. Matt tries to take Sly down with a clothesline, but Sly slips underneath Matt's arm, and hooks Matt's head from behind for the One Hit Wonder. However, Matt is able to spin it around into a reverse DDT position for himself. Yet, Sly is able to get two knee strikes to Matt's face, and reverse that into a snapmare. Sommers then goes for a kick to the spine, but Matt grabs the leg, pulls it to trip Sly, grabs the other leg under his arm, turns himself and Sly over, and locks Sly's hands to complete the inverted surfboard. But, Matt ends up leaning too far back, and Sly ends up touching the ropes, causing an automatic rope break. Both men get up, and Matt charges at Sly. But, Sly dips under, and backdrops Matt over the top rope. But, Matt lands on his feet on the apron. Sly and Matt duke it out with back-and-forth jabs to the jaw. Eventually, Sly is able to duck a punch, in which Matt overswings and spins himself all the way around, and Sly is able to shove him from behind down to the floor. MC: Matt's anger there got the best of him. COACH: That's something he cannot afford to do in a situation like the Super X Cup Tournament. Crystal flips herself in the ring, and charges at Sly. Sly bends over for a backdrop, but Crystal instead leaps onto Sly's back, and performs an incredible flip dive onto Mad Matt! Sly sort of is disorientated to his surroundings as St. Andrew charges at him. Sly falls back while holding the top rope, and Andrew ends up accidentally flying to the floor, onto a dazed Crystal and Mad Matt! Sly then looks down at what's happened, and smiles. When the other three get up, Sly springboards to the top rope, and dives onto the three on the floor! Leon Rodez then enters the ring. He clutches the top rope on the side that the other four are on the floor on, does a twisting springboard to the top rope, and connects with a beautiful moonsault onto his opponents! Jacob Lyne then enters the ring, and when the five competitors on the floor get to their feet, he runs at a corner, does a double jump from the mat to the middle rope to the top rope catty-corner to the other five, and nails an amazing corkscrew 450 dive onto them! COACH: That was an absolutely amazing sequence of aerial assault at its finest! Eventually, Leon Rodez and Crystal arrise from the mess of bodies. They both crawl into the ring, and eventually end up center-ring. Crystal blocks a punch from Rodez, does an impressive Arabian press-type springboard off of the top rope while holding onto Leon's wrist, lands with her head underneath Leon's arm out of the back flip, and is able to take him over with a Northern Lights suplex from the momentum.......1........2......kickout. Both back up, and Crystal slides behind for a backslide. But, Leon is able to reverse into a swinging neckbreaker onto his knee. He then brings her up, and down on her face with a Flatliner. Rodez then arrogantly stands over her, thrusting himself. But, as he does this, Mad Matt springboards to the top rope and connects with a stiff flying knee to the back of Leon's head, sending him down in a heap as Matt rolls out of the ring. MC: That, my friends, is full contact! Crystal and Leon come to their senses at around the same time as the other four make it to their corners. Crystal forearms Leon in the face three times, and then puts him in a wristlock. She drags him over to Jacob Lyne's corner, and tags out, handing the wristlock to Jacob at the same time. Lyne cranks on his friend's wrist, then drags him to Sly's corner by the arm. Jacob tags out, and hands the wristlock to Sly. Sly cranks it, and drags Leon over to Andrew's corner. Sly tags out, and Andrew cranks the wristlock. Andrew drags Rodez over to Matt's corner. Matt tags in, and grabs the wristlock from Sly, and then cranks on it himself. Andrew then drags Leon over to Crystal's corner, and tags out while keeping ahold of the wristlock. Crystal quickly climbs to the top rope...and comes down with a brutal double stomp onto Leon Rodez's extended arm! COACH: OUCH! CABOOSE: I think the collective goal thus far in the match is everyone already in the tournament is determined to get Leon out of the match so that none of them lose their spot. Crystal then locks in a short armscissors, yanking on Leon's arm on the mat. Leon is able to roll backwards and onto his feet, which he then steps over his own arm, turns Crystal around, and brings her down with a DDT, using his good arm. Leon holds his bad arm, but then kips up. Leon then attempts a standing flip legdrop on Crystal. But, Crystal rolls over, and immediately pushes herself to her feet, as Leon falls on his ass. Crystal then dropkicks him square in the face. Crystal kips up again, and drags Leon by the hair to Andrew's corner. She then tags in St. Andrew, who kicks Leon Rodez in the jaw. Andrew then whips Leon off to the ropes. Andrew picks Leon up in a side slam, and nails a backbreaker. He then, in one fluid motion, stands up and falls forward, dumping Leon on his face in the process. Andrew quickly follows up by standing over Leon, grabbing his hurt arm, and putting it in an angled standing armbar, clawing the bicep muscle for added pressure. He keeps it locked in for a while, but eventually realizes that Leon won't tap, so he lets go of the armbar, but keeps ahold of the wrist. Andrew then drags Leon over to Sly Sommers's corner, and tags Sly in. MC: Thus far, targetting the common enemy has completely worked. Sly grabs Leon's hand, and performs an Irish whip. But, he doesn't let go, and performs an inverted Rocker Dropper onto Rodez's arm. Sly then traps Leon's arm in between his legs, and goes for his brand new submission hold, the Cravateface (Crippler Crossface/cravate combo). But, before he can get it fully locked in, Leon successfully gets to the ropes. Sly breaks the hold, gets up, and stomps Leon in the back of the head twice. Sommers pulls Leon up, and slams him down in mid-ring. Sly then calls out for the other four competitors to scale their respective corner. So they all go up top, as Sly simply tells the referee to shut up. With Sly directing traffic, all four of them come down with a spectacular four-post massacre, with Crystal doing a legdrop, Matt coming down with a kneedrop, Andrew nailing a split-legged frog splash, and Lyne capping it off with an amazing twisting senton! COACH: Leon Rodez is SOOO not surviving this bevy of top-rope attacks! Sommers then turns Rodez over, traps his arm, and locks in the Cravateface! As if that wasn't enough, Crystal gets ahold of his legs, and sits down with a Sharpshooter! Mad Matt then grabs Leon's free arm, and locks in a Fujiwara armbar, ala the current X Champion AJ Flaire. Jacob Lyne and St. Andrew, not being able to grab onto any submission holds, simply stand on Leon's back to add pressure to the Cravateface and Sharpshooter....and Leon taps! BUFFER: Ladies and gentlemen, Leon Rodez has been eliminated...Leon Rodez. MC: We are down to five, as no one in this contest is now in danger of losing their spot in the tournament! COACH: But the pride of knowing that you come out of this as the supreme representitive of HeldDOWN~!'s X team going into the Super X Cup still is! Lyne and Andrew immediately start exchanging forearms to the head in center-ring. Then, forming a circle almost, Sly and Crystal start exchanging forearms while standing on the two sides that Andrew and Jacob aren't. Eventually, it turns into a circle of forearms. Mad Matt, knowing that he's out of the line of fire, goes up top, facing the crowd. He then vaults off with a moonsault. But, all four of the others stop their forearms, and collectively catch them. They then practically crowd-surf him from the middle of the ring, over the top rope, and to the floor! Then, Crystal and Sly square off, as do Andrew and Lyne, as we're practically getting previews of two first-round X Cup matches. Both pairs trade repeated forearms, before Crystal and Lyne get the advantage, forearming Sly and Andrew back-first into the ropes. Crystal and Jacob then whip Sly and Andrew to the other end. But, Sly and Andrew reverse the Irish whip. Crystal and Jacob stop themselves right before hitting the ropes as Sly and Andrew charge at them. Crystal and Jacob drop down, as Sly and Andrew go flying over the top rope. Andrew ends up falling on the floor, but Sly grabs the top rope, and attempts to skin the cat. But, as he's pulling himself up, Lyne dropkicks Sly in the face and sends him down to the floor. MC: It's safe to say the referee's lost control of this match! CABOOSE: I think it's safe to say the competitors have lost control of this match! Lyne and Crystal, realizing it's still every person for themselves, start battling near the ropes. Crystal gets the advantage with three repeated punches to the face. Crystal then goes for a discus forearm, but Lyne ducks under, clutches her, and sends her flying over the top rope onto the other three with an amazing overhead Exploder suplex! When the other four get to their feet, Lyne springboards to the top rope, and connects with a magnificent twisting moonsault! Lyne pulls Mad Matt out of the sea of bodies, and throws him back into the ring. Jacob goes up top, and signals for his Crop Circle. He takes off, but Matt moves. However, somehow, Jacob is able to land on his feet. Matt charges at him for a running forearm, but Lyne drops down and sends Matt face-first into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Lyne then stands behind Matt, hooks his waist, and brings him over with an overhead release German suplex, right on the top of his head! Lyne then quickly gets to the top rope, launches off, and nails the Crop Circle, right on Matt's neck! Lyne turns him over and cradles the legs..........1...............2..............3! BUFFER: Mad Matt has been eliminated...Mad Matt. MC: It says a lot about the talent that HeldDOWN~! is sending to the Super X Cup when Mad Matt, a man who reigned supreme over the X-Division in 2003, is the second man eliminated in this match. CABOOSE: Good effort by the wacko, but I agree with you sadly...the evolution of this division is astounding. Lyne gets up, and Andrew, who slid into the ring seconds earlier, nails him from behind with a forearm to the small of the back. Andrew then hooks Jacob's head, and lifts him for the end. But, Lyne lands on his feet behind Andrew, picks Andrew up, and drops him with a spinning Blue Thunder Bomb............1..........2.........kickout. Jacob pulls Andrew up, and whips him to the ropes. Andrew reverses the whip, but Lyne slides under the bottom rope and to the floor. Right as he does that, Crystal springboards to the top rope and connects with a beautiful missile dropkick to Andrew. Right as Crystal gets to her feet, Sly springboards off of the top rope, and connects with a stiff lariat to Crystal. St. Andrew makes his way to the apron as Sly gets up off of the mat. Andrew then springboards to the top rope, but Jacob Lyne, who's attempting to get up at the same time, accidentally falls backwards onto the ropes and crotches Andrew. Sly is then able to climb to the second rope, hook Andrew, and bring him back with a second-rope USA High Angle Backdrop! Sly then floats that over seemlessly into the Cravateface.....and Andrew submits! BUFFER: Saint Andrew has been eliminated....Saint Andrew. MC: I guess he gets to go back to his sanctuary and pray. CABOOSE: That was so funny, I forgot to laugh. COACH: We are down to three now, though. Crystal, Sly, and Jacob all try to stare each other down, before Crystal locks in a headlock on Sly. Lyne charges at her, but she kicks him in the stomach. Sly shoves her off to the ropes, as Lyne steps in the way after she hits the ropes. He leapfrogs over Crystal, who then jumps up as Sly catches her in wheelbarrow position. He lifts her, Jacob grabs her neck, and they bring her over with a double-team wheelbarrow swinging neckbreaker. Sly and Lyne get up, and they start exchanging forearms. Jacob gets the advantage, and knees Sly in the stomach. Jacob then takes off to the ropes behind Sly, bounces off, and brings Sly down with a rolling Unprettier/Tomikaze. Jacob goes for the cover...........1.........2........kickout. Jacob then pulls Sly up, and shoves him in a corner. Just then, Crystal is able to pull herself up, and attempts a rana on Lyne. Lyne pushes her off, and she flips into a dropkick to Sly's chest, in which she then uses to flip into a dropkick to Lyne's chest! MC: The Female Phenom just defied herself some gravity right there! COACH: Wow! Crystal pulls Jacob up, as Sly falls on his face. She whips Lyne off to the ropes, but he reverses. She tries to catch him with a flying headscissors, but Lyne catches her, grabs her head, and drives her down with an inverted Lyne Driver! Jacob goes for the cover..........1..........2.........Sly breaks it up! Sly then yells at Jacob, "This is MY match, and I'm beatin' everyone!" Sommers then goes for the pin........1.........2........Lyne pulls Sly off of Crystal and onto his feet by the hair, and tosses him over the top rope, and to the floor! Lyne turns around and tries to pull Crystal to her feet, but Crystal instead punches Lyne in the stomach twice, and gets to her feet. Crystal then comes off of the ropes, but when she charges at Jacob, he catches her in a solo H-Bomb-style position. He spins her around, ala a spinning Blue Thunder Bomb, but then brings her down with a deadly reverse Lyne Driver! Lyne goes for the cover................1..................2..............3! BUFFER: Crystal has been eliminated.....Crystal. COACH: I can't believe it! Jacob Lyne has eliminated "The Female Phenom" Crystal! CABOOSE: I can tell you one thing: owning a victory over someone of Crystal's position in this company will get you noticed for sure! MC: We're down to our final two here. Sly slides back into the ring, and Jacob brings him over in a 3/4 nelson roll........1........2......kickout. Both men back up, Sly steps over Lyne's head as he's bent over, and brings him down in an Oklahoma roll........1.......2.....kickout. Both men back up, and Lyne goes for the brainbuster. But, Sly lands on his feet behind Jacob. Sly shoves Lyne off to a corner while Sly himself charges at Jacob, but Jacob kips over Sly. Sly turns around, runs at Jacob, and goes for a flying headscissors. But, he spins around enough that he is able to bring Lyne down with an amazing piledriver variation! MC: I think Jacob Lyne just passed away! COACH: Passed away through the mat head-first! Lyne ends up bouncing near the ropes. Sommers groggily grabs Jacob and pulls him away from the ropes..............1..............2.............kickout! Sly cannot believe it! Sommers pulls Lyne up, and signals for the One Hit Wonder. However, Lyne twists himself around, hooks Sly, and brings him up and down with the Brainbuster! Jacob goes for the cover...............1...............2..........kickout! Lyne immediately gets up, and goes for a standing Shooting Star Press. Lyne launches off...and Sommers moves. Sly gets up as Jacob stumbles to his feet. Sommers sneaks behind Lyne, and hooks him for a reverse DDT. Sly then spins that around, picks up Lyne piggyback-style, and drops him with the Sommerset! Sly goes for the cover............1.................2.........kickout! COACH: Both men refuse to stay down! Sly pulls Lyne up, clutches him, and takes him over for the USA High Angle Backdrop! Sommers goes for the cover..........1....................2............kickout! Sly yells at the referee, and then heads up top. Sly signals for a Picture-Perfect elbow drop. But, he spends way too much time signalling, as Jacob is able to pop up and crotch Sommers on the top turnbuckle. Lyne then climbs to the top rope beside Sly, and signals for an Ultimo Dragon-style top rope hurricanrana. But, Sly punches Jacob in the stomach at the last second. Sly then props Jacob up on his shoulders with Lyne's stomach facing the sky. Sly gets to a standing position, and hooks Lyne's arm around his own throat, and it looks like he's going for a Cut Day off of the top rope! MC: Don't do it, Sly! Don't kill the kid! Sly takes off....and Jacob tries to reverse it in mid-air! He doesn't get the reversal all the way through, and they both LAND ON THEIR HEADS! CABOOSE: Holy freaking crap! COACH: They seriously might both be dead! MC: Neither man's moving...do something, ref! The referee checks both men to see if either is conscious. Neither appears to be, so the referee calls for the bell. BUFFER: Due to both men being unable to continue due to knockout, this match has been determined a draw! MC: Wow...after a match like this, we still don't have a clear-cut favorite going into the Super X Cup! COACH: Sly Sommers and Jacob Lyne just went to a draw here in a match that was basically thought up with no draws in mind. If these two are willing to do this on free television, just think about what they could break out on Pay-Per-View! CABOOSE: I usually don't shill, but...ORDER ZERO HOUR: NIGHT OF THE X RIGHT NOW! This tournament is going to be off-the-charts, and I know none of you want to be the one loser on the block who goes to work the next morning and has no clue what happened! MC: Sly versus Crystal, Matt vs. Jay Darring, PRL versus Mad Matt, and "The Role Model" versus Saint Andrew....and that's just the first round! COACH: Take this upcoming commercial break to pre-order Zero Hour: Night of the X. More in a few here on HeldDOWN~! (Go to break)

(Return from break) (We're taken backstage to a lounge area with Northstar and his older sister Holly-wood. Northstar's slumped in a leather chair, his right leg planted over an arm and his left outstretched. He's drinking his third glass of wine, and is wearing sun glasses despite the fact that's it's eight at night and the only light in the room comes from a scented candle. Holly-wood is sitting up right, with her leg's crossed and drinking a bottled water.) Northstar: Do you think Jimmy had fun? Holly-wood: Yeah. He really laid into Mikey. When Mr.Woods told him that a jungle chimp could do a better job at announcing, I swear it looked Mikey was about to start bawling. It was pathetic! But it was definitely funny. Northstar: I guess. Holly-wood: Aww, what's wrong? I thought you loved torturing your employees? Northstar: I do. I do. It's just that my heart's not really into it, ya know. It just doesn't seem the same, ya know. (Northstar stares off into space) I wish.... Holly-wood: What? Northstar: Nothing. Never mind Holly-wood: Boooo! Just tell me. Is it about Jenna and Alix? Northstar: No! Holly-wood: Liar, liar, pants on fire! Northstar: Shut up and leave me alone. (Holly-wood gets up and takes a seat on the free arm of her brother's chair. She grabs Northstar's hair and playfully shakes his head back and forth) Holly-wood: Aww, no fair. Don't keep secrets! You can tell your big sis. You never held anything back before. Northstar (swatting her hand away): First time for everything, Holly. Holly-wood: For shame! Doesn't matter, I have ESP. I'll just read your mind. You wish that you could leave HeldDOWN behind, buy a mansion in Lyon, and live there with Jenna, your three kids, your five horses and your seventeenth century vineyard? Did I get it right? Northstar: Holly, that's sooooo corny. Holly-wood: But I'm right. Northstar: Maybe. Holly-wood: You're so predictable. Is there any place for Alix in that vineyard? (Suddenly a young security office bursts into the lounge! Holly-wood looks up in shock, but Northstar doesn't even bother to raise his head. He just continues to nurse his glass of wine while his security officer makes an ass of himself.) Security: Sir Northstar Sir! Northstar(looking perplexed): What in the red hell do you want? Security: Sir we have a problem at the production truck. It's been stolen! Northstar: STOLEN!? Who steals a production truck!? Security: Well hijacked is a better word sir......... Northstar: By who!? Hollywood: I think you'd better look at this!!!! Northstar: What? Shit........... *Northstar turns to the TV monitor in his office to see Ryan Smith standing on it. Suddenly Northstar's image is overtaken by Ryan Smith.* Ryan Smith: Ladies and Gentleman at home. You saw what I did earlier tonight. Attacking Damaramu from behind and laying him out. It's a taste of his own medicine. Now I understand that Northstar has painted me as some nut. A crazy man that likes to hurt people and can't take the fact that his career is over. Well that folks is very very untrue. Now under the guise of Northstar's secretary I have invited as many Hollywood insider shows as possible here tonight. They think they're here to interview Northstar and the actors about the movie. Sorry folks but that's not why you're here. See all of you shows are here to see what kind of man is running this promotion. This will be an exclusive on the injustice that has been committed against me and you should put it as your lead story going into tomorrow's shows folks. Just watch. *We fade out to a video. "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong begins to play in the background. The Song "I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself what a wonderful world." *We're taken back to the first time Dama and Smith meet in the ring.* Dama drops the microphone and stands behind Ryan Smith waiting for him to stand. Smith comes to his feet stumbling backwards towards Dama. Dama catches Smith and drapes him over his shoulders in a reverse DVD style. Dama screams and drops Smith with the Burning Hammer. Smith hits the ground hard as his neck is jarred on Dama's shoulder. He starts to clutch at his neck but slowly slips into unconciousness. MC:"He could have broken his neck!" Coach:"Actually, I think he was aiming to do that!" Dama: "Let this be a lesson to anybody that wants to fight me! And as for you Smith...I'll see you in the ring next week." "I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself what a wonderful world." *Now we go back to the first match between Damaramu and Ryan Smith.* Smith slowly fights his way to his feet as Dama limps over to him. Smith grabs him and goes behind him looking for the Dragon Suplex! Dama however manages to break Smith's grip and ducks around behind Smith....PICKING HIM UP FOR THE BURNING HAMMER! THERE IT IS! Smith is out cold! But Dama doesn't go for the pin! Coach:"Stop toying with him, you've got the match won!" MC:"He doesn't want to win, Coach. He wants to maim!" He rolls over behind Smith and cinches a crossface on. Dama pulls back on Smith's head as he buries his knee into Smith's upper back.....the ref is down checking......Smith is already out! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL! The ref ends it as Dama keeps the hold applied! HeldDOWN~!'s brand new announcer Michael Buffer makes the official announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, DAMARAMU~!" Upon hearing his name announced Dama releases the hold and stands with his hands out to his sides. He then points straight at the camera with a stoic look on his face. Then he looks down and notices Smith. Dama smiles and pulls Smith to his feet. The ref gets shoved down as Dama picks him up for another Burning Hammer! MC:"No, STOP IT!" "This is called the Dama Hammer! You better call it right Michael Cole!" Dama screams as he drops Smith down straight onto his neck. Smith just lays on the mat...unmoving. Dama then moves over and applies the crossface again! Coach:"Cole, you don't think he's gonna come over here, do you? I mean, he seems to hate you, not me, but still..." MC:"Shut up, Jonathan." Dama SCREAMS at Smith while wrenching on his neck: "Break! Fucking break! I'm going to break your neck!" A host of officials run out to pull Dama off of Smith. Smith's girlfriend jumps into the ring and begins yelling at Dama to release the hold. Finally Dama releases the hold as Smith drops back to the mat out cold. "The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do They're really saying I love you." *We go back to the night Damaramu and Northstar form an alliance* *Northstar notices Crystal begging for the tag and goes over to oblige. Northstar tags her in as she enters the ring. Wait...Northstar is reaching into his shorts......he’s got brass knucks!!! HE NAILS CRYSTAL IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!!!* Cole: What the hell!? Northstar just knocked Crystal out cold! Coach: That bitch! Caboose: HAHA! I love it! *Northstar sneers at the fallen Crystal and then looks over to Dama who is laying on the mat looking Northstar straight in the eyes! Dama smiles and kips up!!!!! Dama walks over to where Crystal has fallen and drags her to the middle of the ring! Dama goes up top...........FROGSPLASH!!!!!* Cole: She’s already out! This is adding insult to injury! *Dama covers Crystal as the ref stands there looking confused.* Northstar(grabbing the ref by the collar): Do it or you’re fired! *The ref throws himself to the mat and counts! 1!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!* Cole: That’s just sick! Announcer: The winner of the bout........DAMARAMU! *The fans boo loudly as Northstar flips Crystal over and pulls her up by her hair....Damaramu grabs a chair and comes back into the ring!* "I hear babies crying, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll never know And I think to myself what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world." *we now go back to the night where Damaramu screws Smith out of his job.* *Smith looks out to the crowd for approval and is met with a huge cheer, he then rears his fist back as Damaramu covers up slightly. Smith goes to swing and his arm is caught by Lunde, who turns him around and gives him a boot to the mid-section. Smith bends over from the impact and Lunde wraps his left arm around Smith’s neck while walking back towards the middle of the ring and plants him with a stiff, snap DDT.* COLE Oh my god! Right on that injured neck! *Smith lays motionless on the mat and Lunde covers him, hooking the leg and placing his back over Smith’s chest so he can look out to the crowd. Damaramu gets down and counts quickly 1 2 3!!!! * COLE Oh that wasn't right at all! Damaramu counted 3 in about a second and now Smith has lost his job! This sucks! COACH How can Lunde be proud of himself!? *Lunde slowly gets up, placing his right hand on the back of his neck and winces a little in pain while Damaramu raises Lunde’s arm in victory. Lunde’s theme hits. Buffer: Your winner of the match…Scott Lunde! * COLE Under dubious means. CABOOSE This man gave us one hell of a match and should be very proud of his victory! COLE I'll admit he wrestled like a star....but he didn't win on his own! *Lunde stumbles back towards the ropes and then proceeds to exit the ring while the fans boo and throw small pieces of trash towards the ring. Lunde’s theme stops as he reaches halfway down the aisle, but he continues to walk to the back as we now see Damaramu looking down at Smith. Damaramu gives an evil grin while Smith is barely moving after the DDT.* COLE What now? *Damaramu exits the ring as Smith begins to stir. Dama grabs a chair and comes back into the ring as Smith is cominig to his feet. Dama lifts it high............and he brings it crashing down on Smith's head!* COLE What a vicious shot! That bastard! *Blood slowly begins to stream out of Smith's head as Damaramu asks for a microphone and bends over Smith pulling his head up by his air. Dama takes a few shots to Smith's head with the microphone as the fans go nuts.* DAMARAMU Guess what Smith? You don't have a job! As the sole represenative of the GM's office I'd like to let you know that your application for readmittance onto this show has been denied! Get to the unemployment line punk! You've been broken. *Damaramu drops the microphone and violently yanks Smith to his feet hoisting him up in position for the Dama Hammer. Dama screams and then flips Smith over bringing him down on his face and neck!* COLE This is a damn tragedy! Smith fought back from his injured neck to get his revenge and do what he loves and this asshole and Northstar have ruined it all! And now the Dama Hammer to add a little injury to that HUGE insult. This show sucks. CABOOSE Well Smith.......I hear McDonalds has an opening! HAHAHA! COLE Dammit............ *the song ends as does the video* Ryan Smith: As you can see these men have done everything in their powers from the first day I had on the job to end my career. Well you know what I'm tired of it! Print that Hollywood! Show that on your show! I've lost my job because this maniac tried to kill me and his ego maniac friend here decided he doesn't like me either! So you know what!? I'm not leaving until I get my job back. Or at least a fair shot at it. So get ready Hollywood......because you are here to see a show that will not continue till this injustice is righted. Oh look we have to go to a commercial break. I'll be here afterwards. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* *We return to see an absolute mad scene out in front of the production truck. About 10 different Hollywood news shows are surrounding the truck trying to interview Northstar who is just staring at the truck with a bewildered look. Damaramu however is standing at the top of the steps with a steel pipe beating on the door. None of the reporters are brave enough to go anywhere near him.* Damaramu: COME OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! *Northstar stammers to answer questions but can't quit looking at the enraged Damaramu with a look of almost fright. Finally Jenna Elfman comes through the crowd and walks up to Northstar.* Jenna: NORTHSTAR! Is everything this man just said and everything he just showed us true!? Northstar: Well.......ummm........sort of......you see........ Random Reporter: Northstar! Is it true that Damaramu underwent a psych evaluation and was declared to have the mentality of a serial killer! Northstar: Don't be absurd! *Northstar looks down wide eyed as if the man just hit the nail on the head.* Jenna: Northstar this is wrong! You give that man his job back! Northstar(leaning towards the microphones): It's not that easy! The man has been out of action for to long! I can't just let him back into the ring! It's a liability! Random Reporter II: Give him another match to prove his worth! This time without a biased referee! Damaramu: COME OUT HERE SMITH YOU SPINELESS BITCH! Northstar: If I do that man will hurt me.....badly. Random Reporter: But isn't he employed by you!? I could never intimidate my boss! Northstar: Yeah but you're not 6'4" and 250 pounds! You can't kill a tiger with your bear hands! Random Reporter III: Are you saying that Damaramu has killed an innocent Tiger before? Northstar: NO! Go away you vultures! Jenna: I mean it Northstar! Northstar: FINE! FINE! Damaramu come down! Damaramu: Fuck you! I'm getting in there! Northstar: Damaramu! Ryan Smith has another chance to make it back on Helddown! Damaramu: WHAT!? *Damaramu leaps over the railing and runs through the reporters tackling Northstar and holding him to the ground with the pipe pressed against his throat.* Damaramu: What was that?........friend. Northstar(choking): He gets another match to get on........ Damaramu: NO! Northstar(still choking): I'm sorry.....he'll get a match at Zero Hour to get back on Helddown. His opponent will be.......will be......... Damaramu: YES!? Northstar(about to pass out): Skull Mask............... Damaramu(smiling and helping Northstar up): Excellent......he'll never make it back on here! Jenna: What's a Skull Mask? Northstar: Attention Hollywood! At Zero Hour Ryan Smith will have a chance to retain his job. It will be against none other than Skull Mask! Random Reporter: Who!? Northstar: All will be revealed next week! I will bring out Skull Mask....next week! *the reporters all go crazy as they turn to the truck and Ryan Smith who has exited.* Reporters(all at once): Mr. Smith! Can we get your comments!? Northstar: Nobody will get his comments! He is still not an official part of this show and he is trespassing! Take him away! *A host of cops appear and drag Ryan Smith from the steps of the truck and cuff him up.* Northstar: Take him away! Ryan Smith: You'll regret this when I'm back on the show Northstar! Get ready! Damaramu: Wait a minute! I have to say bye! *The cops turn with Smith in cuffs as Damaramu brings the steel pipe crashing down on Ryan Smith's head. Smith is immediately knocked out as blood begins to trickle down his head. The cops all hold Damaramu back as two of them drag Smith off to the squad car. The reporters now more anxious than ever overtake Damaramu and Northstar trying to get commments as we fade to black.*

(Return from break) We head backstage where Northstar and Jenna Elfman are sitting in her dressing room. They're both on the same couch, inches away from each other, but to them it feels like they're worlds apart.) Northstar: It's been a week and we still haven't talked. Jenna: You're busy so am I. Northstar: I tried calling you. Jenna: I know. Northstar: Why didn't you respond? Jenna: I didn't know what to say. (There's an awkward silence as Northstar struggles to put his thoughts into words that wouldn't make him sound like a blithering fool. Jenna simply stares at the necklace he gave her a week ago. A necklace she's worn every day since HeldDOWN is love.) Northstar: I'm not sorry I kissed you. Jenna: I know. Northstar: Do you think it was a mistake? Jenna: I know Northstar: What? Jenna: Sorry, I mean yes. (Northstar gently places the thousand dollar diamond necklace he gave Jenna in between his index and middle fingers. He carefully slides it through his fingers, afraid that he might break it and her heart.) Northstar: You're wearing the necklace. Our necklace. Was that a mistake? (Jenna turns her head away from Northstar. The necklace slips out of his fingers and falls onto her neck.) Jenna: Oh, Edward.. Northstar: Was it? (More silence) Jenna: No... (Northstar places his hand under Jenna's chin and softly turns her head so that she's facing him.) Northstar: Do you love me, Jen? Jenna: Yes. I love you. Northstar: Really? (More silence) Jenna: Yeah. But, I need some time. We both need some time. Northstar: For what? Jenna: To think. You're asking me to destroy a marriage that's been going since you were nine. I could never hurt my husband like that. You....my heart, my feelings..their all asking a great deal. It's taking a toll. I need time. Northstar: I understand. No pressure. Jenna: I know. Northstar: Good. Jenna: How is Alix holding up? Northstar: She won't talk to me. Can't say I blame her. I wouldn't talk to me either. But, I love Alix. Honestly, I do. But, at the same time I love you. And I love you more than I could ever love her. And it pains me to say that, because I don't feel that I've put the proper effort into our relationship, and she's given me so much that I don't want to hurt her. When I saw her crying last week, I just wanted to kill myself, because I couldn't believe I could hurt someone who has been such an important part of my life. And If I could find a solution that would make us all happy, I'd do it in an instant. But life is about choices. Some are easy, like deciding to eat at Subway or Mcdonalds. Other's are hard and if you make the wrong choice you'll live the rest of your life in regret. I don't want to live in regret. Ten years from now, I want to wake up in the morning, look to my right and say I chose the right one. I'm with the right woman. That's not going to happen if I stick with Alix. If I pick Alix, my entire life would be one giant "what if". We might have a beautiful beach front home in Malibu, gorgeous kids and property in Florida, but none of that would erase the regret that would haunt me until the end of my days. No matter how good my life would be with Alix, I know that it would be ten times better if I were with you. Jenna: Thank you. Don't think I don't appreciate that. I just want to make sure that neither of us will live in regret. (For reasons known only to him, Northstar starts to chuckle) Jenna: What's so funny? Northstar: I remember when you would come over and we'd play NHL 95 for Super Nintendo for hours on end Jenna: And you always said, if you won I'd have to kiss you. (Jenna starts to laugh as well) Northstar: I had perfect record. Jenna: A negative perfect record! You never won. Not once. Northstar: Ya know, I have a Super Nintendo emulator on my laptop. Care to make a friendly wager? Jenna: You're on. (We've been on the run, driving in the sun, looking out for number one, Sofa Central here we come. Right back where we started from.) Coach: That was sweet, weren't it? Cole: If you consider the ruining of a young couple's relationship sweet, then sure it was as sweet as sugar! Caboose: M.C, you need to get over it. Cole: I can't! We work in a company that constantly changes. I think we have the highest turnover rate in the history of pro wrestling. People come here for a month then we never see them again. Or maybe they'll show up three months later with no real explanation as to where they've been only to leave again. It sucks. There's no order here. There's no stability. But, you could always count on seeing Alix and Northstar together. They've been with each other since last June. That's like eight months. Eight months is an eternity in wrestling time. It's a millennium in the OAOAST. I want some freaking stability! Alix and Northstar provided that. Coach: They haven't broken up yet. Cole: They will. Coach: Be positive, man. Caboose: Quit being such fucking pussies! I feel like I'm on Designing Women with the way you bitches whine. I'm positive our next match is going to rule. On with it! I want action! Cue: ‘Kick Start my Heart’ by Motley Crüe The building explodes as K Money appears at the entrance way, clad in a ‘Firm’ T-Shirt, and his normal wrestling attire. He plays to the crowd at the top of the ramp before strutting down and stepping into the ring. He stretches on the ropes before climbing the turn buckles and playing to the crowd once again. COLE Well we are ready for a big one on one match-up ladies and gentlemen, and we are giving you Pay Per View quality tonight, only on HeldDown! ANNOUNCER The Following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood California, weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds even, he is one of the most respected superstars on the HeldDown Roster, the Leader of the Firm, K. MOOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Money takes his Shirt off and throws it into the crowd. He then turns his attention to the top of the ramp, waiting for his opponent’s entrance. BOOM!BOOM!BOOBOOBOOMMMBOOOMMMM!!!!!!! Cue: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed The opening lines of the song don’t even play, the pyro just goes off and the chorus booms over the loudspeakers. Axel walks out of the entrance way and does the crucifix pose that the top of the ramp before walking down to the ring. He steps up onto the apron and goes between the ropes, all the time staring at K Money. COACH This stems deeper than Crystal you guys, remember the comments that Axel made about K Money just a few months ago? He made comments not only about K Money’s relationship with his brother, Ragdoll, but also insinuated that there was something going on between Money and Ragdoll’s ex girlfriend, Melanie! ANNOUNCER And his opponent, from Tasmania, Australia, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, known the world around as the best wrestler to come out of The Land Down Under, he is The Dark One… AXXXXXXXXXXEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!! CABOOSE Axel was just speaking his mind! K Money had no business being out here last week, “trying to play hero”, as Axel put it. So tonight, Axel’s getting some payback. Axel and K Money circle the ring as the bell rings. Both men come into the centre of the ring and start to talk trash, with K Money getting right in Axel’s face. CABOOSE That won’t intimidate Axel, Money. Not gonna happen. COLE Axel is one of the best players of mind games in the business, and you gotta believe that he has heard it, as well as said it, all before. Axel laughs at K Money, and Money responds with a hard right, to which Axel fires a right straight back. Another hard right connects to the temple of Axel, and one straight back to the head of K Money. A third hard right hand by both men, and K Money appears to be the worse for ware. K Money backs into the corner while Axel continues to score with hard rights. Axel gives K Money one last shot to the head, and then brings him out of the corner. COACH Axel appears to have the advantage; he has more power behind his right hands than K Money. Axel puts Money against the ropes, grabs him by the left arm and sends him for an Irish Whip. K Money comes off the ropes, Axel tries a clothesline, and Money goes under and comes off the other side, Axel turns around, and right into a Spinning Wheel Kick! COLE Beautiful athleticism by K Money! Axel gets up quickly and runs right into a K Money clothesline. Axel gets up again, but K Money launches into the air and dropkicks Axel right in the face! Quick cover by K Money, but after a one count, Axel kicks out easily. CABOOSE There is no chance of a three count this early in the match; Axel was always going to kick out early. COACH But it’s also sound strategy by K Money there to cover Axel, because every Kickout expends a whole lot of energy, which wears down The Dark One. Axel gets up, and K Money is waiting. K Money winds up and lands a hard, forceful chop to the chest of Axel, who falls straight back from the velocity of the shot. CROWD WHOOOOOOOOO! COLE What a chop by K Money, it took Axel off his feet! Axel gets up quickly again, and K Money hits another hard chop, but Axel doesn’t go down, and instead comes back with a chop of his own. K money fires back with a chop, but Axel comes straight back again! COACH These men are chopping the hell out of each other! K Money gets the chopping advantage and sends Axel for an Irish Whip. Axel reverses, K Money comes off the ropes, Axel lowers his head, K Money grabs Axels head and runs up the turnbuckles… COLE He’s going for Sliced Bread Number Three early! …but Axel throws him out of the ring, and straight down to the floor, with his head crashing on the barricade! CABOOSE Ha ha ha! That’s what K Money gets for trying to do a move like that to Axel! Axel rolls out of the ring and grabs K Money by the hair. Axel gets K Money in a front face lock, and gives him a front suplex onto the barricade, so K Money is hanging over it! Axel slides into the ring, and does the crucifix pose! COLE What’s he thinking here? Axel grabs the top rope and springboards up on it! Axel then dives off, and lands a leg drop to the back of K Money! COACH My God! CABOOSE Holy Crap! COLE What hang time! K Money’s back may be crushed! Axel gets up slowly, as his rear end had a hard collision with the concrete floor. He picks K Money up by the head, and lands a hard right hand to his face. Axel grabs K Money by the left arm and Irish Whips him toward the steps… …but K Money reverses and Axel goes crashing into the steel! COLE Great reversal by K Money has bought himself some time! CABOOSE Axel hit that big leg drop, but he hurt himself on the move as well, which caused him to lose focus for just the right amount of time. K Money holds the back of his head in pain, and then walks over to the fallen Axel. Money grabs Axel by the hair and rolls him into the ring. Axel clutches at his shoulder, and then pulls himself up in the corner. K Money rolls into the ring and runs straight at Axel! K money jumps and front dropkicks Axel in the chest, before moonsaulting off to complete Dr. Smooth's Secret Recipe! COACH Again, great athleticism shown by the former X Division Champion. Axel staggers out of the corner, and K money locks in a front face lock! K Money lifts Axel up, and hits the Old School Expulsion! CABOOSE Corino isn’t going to be happy about that! K Money goes for the cover on Axel! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOO… COLE Hook of the leg… THRNOOOOOOOOO!! COLE …and oh so close for K Money! Money grabs Axel by the hair again and lifts him to his feet. K Money grabs Axels left arm again and tries to Irish whip him into the corner, but Axel reverses and K Money goes crashing hard into the turnbuckles! Axel runs at K Money and follows up the Irish whip with a hard clothesline into the corner. COACH The momentum is starting to shift here; Axel may very well have the advantage. Axel pulls K Money out of the corner and gets a front face lock. Axel lifts Money high in the air for a vertical suplex, and leaves him hanging for seconds! COLE All the blood rushing to the head of K Money! Axel leaves K Money hanging in the air, and then drives his head into the mat for a stiff Brainbuster! Axel quickly goes through the ropes and heads to the top turnbuckle, before diving off for an elbow drop! Axel gets a cover on K Money! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOO… THRRRRRRNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE K Money barely kicked out there! Axel doesn’t complain to the referee, he just goes straight back to work on K Money, connecting to his head with hard boots before lifting him to his feet again. Axel grabs Money’s head and puts it between his legs. Axel lifts Money up high for a Powerbomb attempt! COACH K Money is about to get planted! Axel tries for a Powerbomb, but K Money starts connecting with hard right hands to the head! K Money tries to take Axel over for a hurricanrana, but Axel holds onto K Money! Axel shouts as he lifts K Money up to a Powerbomb position, using all of his energy to get K Money back up! Axel spins around once, and then drops K money down for a hard Sitout Powerbomb! Cover! CABOOSE Matt Morgan he ain’t! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE How close was that! K Money just kicked out there! COACH That must have taken Axel a tremendous amount of energy to get K Money back up there! Axel slowly gets to his feet, takes a few deep breaths, and goes back over to K Money. K Money gets to his feet also, and is met by a hard uppercut to the throat that sends him staggering back into the corner! Axel measures K Money, and then connects with a solid right hand to the temple, but K money fires back with a right hand! And another right hand! And another right hand! K Money comes off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, Axel ducks under, K Money turns around, kick to the midsection, Evenflow DDT by Axel! Cover! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… COLECould be all over here! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! COACH Yes! He kicked out! Go K Money! CABOOSE You realise he’s probably got the hots for Crystal. COACH Go Axel! CABOOSE Axel wants Crystal as well. COACH Draw! Neither man should win!! Axel goes to the top rope quickly again, flips off the crowd, and comes off with a Frog Splash! Cover! ONE… TWOOOOO… THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE ANOTHER near fall by Axel! I can’t believe Money has kicked out through all of this, tremendous resiliency! Axel starts to get frustrated at K Money’s resiliency, and he gets in the referees face, arguing that the last pinfall was three! COLE Axel’s getting pre-occupied; this gives K Money some time! Axel gets out of the referees face and turns his attention back to K Money, who is almost at his feet. Axel tires a right hand, but K money blacks and hits one of his own! Axel tries a second punch, but Money blocks again and fires a hard right hand! K Money connects to the head of Axel with three more right hands! Irish whip by K Money, reversed by Axel, K Money runs to the ropes and springboards off the middle! K Money turns in mid air and delivers a Clothesline to Axel!!! COLE GREAT Clothesline by K Money! Both men down! The referee utilizes his ten count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! CABOOSE K Money just turned the tide of this match; this has been a great contest so far! FIVE! Both men starting to stir… SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! …K MONEY IS UP FIRST! AXEL IS UP SECOND! Axel runs at Money, but Money hits a clothesline! Axel gets up quickly and runs at Money again, but tastes the same thing! Axel gets up again and K Money hits a flurry of right hands! Irish Whip by K Money, and hits a BAAAAAACK BODY DROP! Axel is up again, K Money hooks Axel up, and gives him a Side Belly to Belly! COACH K Money in control! K Money holds onto Axel, and gives him a second Belly to Belly! K money lifts Axel up again quickly, and delivers a third side Belly to Belly Suplex! Cover by K Money! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOO… THRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! CABOOSE Axel just kicks out! COLE How close was that? COACH Two and seven eighths right there! K Money signals to the crowd, and measures Axel! Axel gets up slowly and turns around to face K Money, boot to the midsection by K Money, Money hooks Axels head, runs up the turnbuckles and turns in mid air to deliver a DDT! K Money hits SLICED BREAD NUMBER THREE! COLE BIG MOVE THERE BY K MONEY! He might have the win here! K Money climbs the turnbuckles quickly, and plays to the crowd! K Money comes off the ropes with a back flip… …and hits a MOONSAULT! COACH Big Moonsault there by K Money! He’s gotta have the advantage here! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! COLE K Money was so close that time! COACH He can’t believe it! K Money can’t believe that Axel kicked out! K Money comes off the ropes and hits a quick leg drop to the throat of Axel! Money lifts Axel up and gives him a quick boot to the midsection. Irish Whip by K Money, Axel reverses, Axel goes for a clothesline, Money ducks under, Money comes off the other side and goes for a clothesline, this time Axel ducks, Money comes off the ropes a third time, and Axel hits a MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER! CABOOSE Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! We know what’s coming! Axel grabs the left leg of K Money straight away, and turns him over for a Single Leg Crab, The Axel Grinder! COLE K Money is writhing in pain! CABOOSE That standing single leg crab, Axel puts his knee into the back of his opponent for added pressure. Great submission maneuver. The referee gets in perfect position to ask money if he gives up as Money shouts in pain! Money grabs the left leg of Axel and rolls through! K Money grabs both of Axel’s legs and tries to turn him over for the Bounced Check! COLE AWESOME reversal there by K Money! Money tries to turn Axel over, and he almost does it! Axel grabs the hair of K Money and takes him down for an inside cradle! COLE Inside Cradle! Axel could steal one here! ONE…. TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… THRRRRRRREEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COACH That caught K Money by surprise, great sequence of reversals by both men! Both men are up quickly, Axel tires a clothesline; Money ducks under and hits a Jumping Wheel Kick! Money goes right to Axel’s legs and tries to turn him over for the Bounced Check yet again! CABOOSE Money wants to make Axel submit tonight! This time, Money turns Axel over! Axel cries out in pain, and tries to crawl to the ropes! COLE Axel might tap! Axel lifts his hand, as if to tap out… … But he just keeps crawling to the ropes!! COACH Axel must be in tremendous pain! Money tries to drag Axel back, but Axel is too strong! Axel crawls closer to the ropes… Closer to the ropes… Closer… …AND HE GETS THERE! COLEAxel JUST got there! K Money can’t believe it! Money grabs Axel by the head as he gets up slowly. Irish whip by K Money, Axel reverses and puts K Money on his shoulders! Axel turns around, and hits a Death Valley Driver! Cover by Axel this time! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOO… THRREEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE K Money barely kicks out again! Neither man can get the pinfall tonight! Axel, visibly frustrated, rolls out of the ring and over to the timekeepers table. He shoves the timekeeper out of the way and grabs a steel chair! Meanwhile, K Money is getting up! CABOOSE Axel has lost his temper! Axel slides into the ring with the chair and raises it high above his head! Axel runs at K Money… …but the referee grabs the chair away from Axel! Boot to the midsection by K Money, and he puts Axel between his legs! COLE Might be The Show Stopper here! Money tries to hook the legs, but Axel sweeps Money’s legs out from under him! Axel hooks both legs for a catapult, and sends K Money flying… …INTO THE REFEREE!! COLE The referee is down! Axel sees the fallen official and laughs. He goes over to where the official dropped the chair and grabs it again. He turns his attention to K Money, and waits patiently for Money to rise to his feet! COLE Axel is stalking his prey! CABOOSE No referee, no rules! K Money turns around, and Axel swings… …and misses! Axel turns around and K money boots him in the stomach! Hook of the arms by K Money, who drives Axel’s head into the mat with The Show Stopper!!! COACH Its over! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…. FOUUUURRRRRRR…………… FOUR???? REFEREE STILL DOWN!!! COLE Dammit! The referee is still down from that inadvertent collision! COACH How is Money going to get the three count now?? K Money tries to wake the referee up, and then notices the chair! K Money smiles, and grabs the steel chair, to the delight of the crowd! CABOOSE Wait a minute, that isn’t legal! COLE Axel brought that chair into the ring; he deserves to have it used against him! K Money drops the chair on the ground as he raises Axel up and hooks his arms again! COACH He’s gonna hit a Show Stopper on the chair! Money tries the Show Stopper, but Axel blocks it and hits a low blow! COLE Low Blow by Axel! CABOOSE The Equalizer! K Money lets go of Axel and holds his crotch, shouting in pain! Axel turns Money around and lifts him up on his shoulders! COLE OH my god! We know what this is! Axel rotates Money over, and drops him down FACE FIRST onto the chair for an AXEL SLAM! CABOOSE AXEL SLAM! YEAH! The referee WAKES UP! ONEEEEEE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! COLE Not like this, NO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* The crowd is on the verge of a riot as Disturbed’s ‘The Game’ begins to blare over the sounds system! ANNOUNCER Here is your winner, AXXXXXXXXELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! Axel staggers to his feet and does the crucifix pose to an obviously pissed off crowd. He then motions for someone to come from the back! COLE Who is he calling? CABOOSE Who do you think Cole? You dumbass. Suddenly, GUNNER SHARPS appears from the back with a smile on his face. The giant hoss steps over the ropes and into the ring to congratulate Axel on his victory, before turning their attention to K Money! COLE Leave K Money alone, you’ve won the match! Gunner goes to the corner as Axel lifts K money to his feet. Axel holds K Money up as Gunner charges, and hits a MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR on the defenseless K Money! COACH The Sharp End on K Money! Stop it! That’s enough! Axel points to Gunner, and then to the sky, as they both bash their hearts and then their fists! CABOOSE There’s that handshake again, and that isn’t a good sign for K Money! Gunner lifts the lifeless K Money up and puts him between his legs as Axel goes up to the top rope! COLE OH NO! This is the same move that injured AJ Flaire two weeks ago! Gunner starts to lift K Money up…. COLE Wait a minute! COACH Look who it is! …PANTHER comes into the ring from the crowd, steel chair in hand! Gunner doesn’t see Panther, and WHACK! Panther SMASHES the chair into the big of Gunner Sharps, who lets go of K Money and bails out of the ring! Axel and Gunner back up the ramp, Axel with a half-smile on his face, and Gunner with a look of intensity in his eyes! COLE Thank god Panther came out here to save K Money! Axel and Gunner should be ashamed of themselves! First Axel cheats to win his match, and then he and Gunner attack a defenseless K Money! COACHK Money was a goner if not for Panther! The number one contender saves K Money! CABOOSE There are certainly a few unresolved issues here, what else could happen tonight? Coach: Bitchin setup, Boo! We’ll find out after these words from our sponsors! (GO to break)

Cole: Well, I’m sure Hoff’ll see you in hell. You’ll settle up there. It's now time for the third match in the Seven Sins Series, as the Minions, who are up two-to-nothing, will battle the Global Party Exchange, the overwhelming underdogs in this contest, in an Elimination contest, as both members of the team must be eliminated in order for the match to end. COACH: The past two weeks, we have seen the Minions take out Johnny Jackson alone, utilizing a weakness they created in the first match, attacking Jackson's back and neck. So, in order to make things interesting in match three, Northstar is utilizing the one stipulation that would force the Minions to switch up their gameplan and target both men: the Elimination match. CABOOSE: Personally, I think it's unfair, and a conspiracy against the church! MC: Whatever you say, Caboose...anyway, we're going to the ring right now, where Michael Buffer's in the ring, making the official ring announcments! ("Make Her Say" starts up, and the Global Party Exchange, consisting of Johnny "Jam" Jackson and Scotty Static, come out to a good ovation, holding water bottles. They run around the ring and slap hands with the fans, and then slide into the ring.) BUFFER: The following contest is an Elimination match, as the only way to win this match is by gaining victories over both of your opponents. This is the third contest in the Seven Sins Best-of-Seven Series. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 407 pounds, from Orlando, Florida, the team of Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson, the Global Party Exchange! CABOOSE: Like I said last week, there are many hard games to play, but the hardest of them all is playing catch-up, and the Global Party Exchange must do that tonight, or be left in the dust! ("Pompeii" starts up, and out come Nathaniel and Michael, the Minions, again without their leader St. Andrew.) BUFFER: And their opponents...weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 408 pounds; from St. Andrew's Cathedral, they are currently leading in the series two-to-nothing, they are Michael and Nathaniel, the Minions! COACH: The Minions might be in the driver's seat now, but knowing that they must change up their regular plan drastically, as well as again going this alone without their leader might cause them to lose grip on the steering wheel! (bell rings) Static and Jackson take drinks of their water bottles, charge at the Minions, and spit the water at them, blinding them temporarily. The GPX score stereo small packages on the Minions...............1................2...........kickout. All four men back up, and the GPX rock the Minions with three repeated punches to the face. Stereo Irish whips by Static and Jackson send the Minions off to the ropes, and the GPX both bow their heads too soon, telegraphing their backdrops and giving the Minions the opportunity to kick them in the faces. Johnny and Scotty stumble back, and the Minions charge at them with clotheslines. But, both Scotty and Johnny slip underneath the arms, bring Nathaniel and Michael over, and nail sitdown spinning neckbreakers at the same time. Static and Jackson then pull the Minions up, and send them to opposite corners. Johnny charges at Nathaniel as Scotty charges at Michael, and they both go up for monkey flips. The Minions flip onto their feet, but end up bumping into each other mid-ring, and fall down, sitting back-to-back. Static and Jackson then go to the second rope on the corner of the ring that they are on, and nail dropkicks to Michael and Nathaniel's faces. The Minions roll themselves over near the ropes, and use them to pull themselves up. Scotty and Johnny set it up, and then superkick the Minions over the top rope, and to the floor! MC: The Global Party Exchange have totally dominated the opening seconds of this contest! Scotty goes up top on one side, and Johnny up top on another. They turn around, and then take off, nailing amazing stereo moonsaults onto the Minions! Jackson then tosses Michael into the ring, as Static heads to his corner. Johnny goes up top, waits for Michael to stumble to his feet, and then nails an incredible missile dropkick. Jackson goes for the cover.............1.............2...........kickout. Johnny pulls Michael to his feet, and whips him off to the ropes. Jackson goes for a hiptoss, but Michael lands on his feet. So, Johnny hooks Michael's head, drops him neck-first on his knee twice, and then nails a falling reverse DDT. Johnny goes for another pin.............1............2............kickout. Jackson pulls Michael back to his feet, and kicks him in the stomach. Johnny then backs up to the ropes, but gets nailed with a knee to the back by Nathaniel. COACH: Yet again, the Minions have to go two-on-one to take out Johnny Jackson. CABOOSE: To quote a great man, "By any means necessary." Jackson stumbles forward, and walks into a Russian legsweep from Michael. Michael then pulls Jackson up, puts him in a front facelock, drags him to the Minion corner, and tags in his brother Nathaniel. Nathaniel then nails a tremendous slingshot senton across the arched back of Jackson. Michael goes to the corner as Nathaniel goes for the cover............1............2............kickout. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up, and sets him up in the Minion corner. Nathaniel then connects with three roundhouse kicks to the mid-section, and then steps to the middle rope to deliver a knee to the face. Nathaniel, in one swooped motion, follows up with a bulldog, driving Jackson face-first into the mat. Nathaniel goes for another cover.............1.............2............kickout. Nathaniel pulls Johnny up again, and whips him off to the ropes. Nathaniel then brings Jackson down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, which he then follows up with by pulling Jackson up slightly, and dropping him with an angled STO. Nathaniel goes for yet another cover.................1................2..............kickout! MC: It looks as if the Minions are trying to close up shop early, but Jackson isn't letting them lock the door! Nathaniel shoves Michael into the Minions' corner, and tags in Michael. Both Minions then whip Johnny off to the ropes. Nathaniel lifts Jackson and brings him down with a backbreaker, as Michael runs, and nails a flip legdrop, bending Jackson in half upon the landing. Nathaniel goes back to his corner as Michael goes for the cover...........1.............2..........kickout. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up, and picks him up in a suplex position. But, Jackson lands on his feet behind Nathaniel, bringing him down with a state roll/prawn hold...........1............2.............kickout. Both men get up, Johnny gets a running springboard to the second rope, and goes for a turn-around sunset flip........1........2......Nathaniel rolls through, clutches Jackson as he pulls him up, and drops him on his neck with a high-angle powerbomb that he cradles for a pin..............1...........2........kickout. CABOOSE: Just like that, Johnny's little spurt of energy got killed off right there! Ha ha! Nathaniel drags Jackson by the hair over near the Minions' corner, as Nathaniel tags Michael back in. Nathaniel whips Jackson off to the ropes, and both Minions catch Jackson H-Bomb-style. They then drop him with an inverted tilting powerbomb-type manuever. Michael goes for the cover as Nathaniel gets back to his corner............1...........2..............kickout. Michael pulls Johnny up, and sends him off to the ropes. Michael scores with a snap powerslam. But, he holds onto it, pulling Jackson up with him. Michael puts Jackson on his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, and goes to the second rope. Michael then nails an incredible swanton with his opponent on his shoulders! Michael goes for the cover..........1.........2.......kickout! MC: Innovation can sometimes lead to victory, but not on that move! Michael pulls Jackson up, and looks like he's had enough. He hooks Jackson's arm, and goes for the Awakening (Half-Nelson Michinoku Driver II), but at the last second, Johnny brings Michael over with an inverted victory roll.............1...............2.............kickout! Both men are back up, and Jackson is able to let off with a series of punches to the face. Jackson whips Michael off to the ropes, and brings him down with a spinebuster bomb..............1............2............kickout. Jackson pulls Michael up, and whips him off to the ropes. Jackson runs in place for a second to get the crowd riled up, and then charges forward. But, at the same time he throws his Yakuza kick, Michael sticks up his foot, and both men go down at the same time due to boots to the jaw. MC: Both men are down, and the way this match goes could be determined by which one of these guys gets to tag out first! Both Michael and Jackson crawl to their corners slowly. Scotty Static gets the crowd to clap in unison to get the adreneline flowing in Johnny Jackson. Michael reaches out....but Jackson makes the tag first! Nathaniel runs into the ring, as Static climbs to the top rope. Nathaniel charges at the corner, but Static does an awe-inspiring Shooting Star-style flip over Nathaniel, landing on his feet! As Nathaniel charges at him, Scotty turns around, and drops Nathaniel with a falling hiptoss. Both men back up, and Static rips into Nathaniel's chest with a series of stiff, overhand chops. Static sends Nathaniel off to the ropes, and catches him with a side belly-to-belly suplex. Michael runs into the ring, but Static is able to bring him over with a side headscissors takedown. COACH: Scotty Static is hitting on all cylinders here! CABOOSE: He won't last too long...no one has that much energy! Static pulls Nathaniel up, and sends him into a neutral corner. Static then starts the ten-punch count. 1...2.....3.....4.....5....6....Michael sneaks up behind Static, and brings him down with a powerbomb. Michael then pulls Static back up, and sets him up in a piledriver-like position, as Nathaniel goes up top, for the set-up to the Holy Divide. But, Johnny Jackson shakes the ropes and crotches Nathaniel on the top turnbuckle. Michael tosses Scotty Static outside of the ring, where he takes a nasty fall onto the concrete, as Johnny Jackson tries to set up a sunset flip powerbomb. Jackson flips down, but Michael catches him in STO position. Michael walks him back a few steps back with Jackson, as he turns Jackson around so that he's facing the turnbuckle. Nathaniel then stands on the top turnbuckle, and takes off....double-team STO/top rope missile dropkick! Michael goes for the cover.....1........2..........3! BUFFER: Johnny "Jam" Jackson has been eliminated....Johnny Jackson. CABOOSE: Ha ha, Johnny Jackson once again proves why he is the weak link of the Global Party Exchange! MC: Will you shut up? The fact of the matter is, the Minions have opened a weakness on Jackson during this series, and are doing one heck of a job of exposing and leeching upon the back and neck pains of Johnny Jackson. The Minions seem to be the better strategists thus far, but I know that the Global Party Exchange will get their stuff together soon and defeat the Minions at least once! CABOOSE: At least once...good job of showing hope for your boys! Nathaniel goes to the outside and throws Static back into the ring. Michael heads up top as Nathaniel slides back into the ring, pulls Static up, and places him on his shoulders electric-chair-style. But, at the last second, Static rolls forward, and sends Nathaniel flying forward with an inverted monkey flip, sending him right into his partner Michael, who crotches himself on the top rope. Static shakes the cobwebs off, and then scores with a springboard off of Nathaniel's bent-over back, into a no-hand-touch hurricanrana on Michael! Static somehow lands on his feet after bringing Michael over, and is able to bring Nathaniel over with a bridging German suplex.........1........2......kickout. Static's back up, and hops onto Michael for a pin...........1...............2...........kickout! Static pulls Michael up, and goes for an Irish whip. But, Michael reverses the whip, and catches Scotty in STO position when he comes back around. Nathaniel pops up, and signals for a Yakuza kick to Static. But, by the time he throws it, Scotty swings Michael around, and Nathaniel accidentally kicks his own partner in the back of the head! Static swings around and gets a schoolboy on Nathaniel...............1...............2..................3! BUFFER: Minion Nathaniel has been eliminated...Nathaniel. COACH: What was that about the Minions being a better unit, Caboose? CABOOSE: The match isn't over yet, nimwit! Static pops up, as he gets forearmed in the back of the head by Michael. Michael then hooks Scotty's head and brings him down with an STO. Michael goes for the cover.......1......2.....kickout. Michael pulls Static up, and whips him off to the ropes. But, Scotty slides under Michael's legs, pops up, and brings him back with a rolling prawn hold...........1............2............kickout that sends Static running shoulder-first into the ringpost. Michael gets behind Scotty, and brings him back with a bridging side suplex......1......2.......kickout! Scotty rolls back onto his knees, but is fairly out of it. Michael gets to his feet, and charges forward. He goes for a shining enziguri, but Scotty ducks the knee to the back of his head, yet keeps ahold of Michael's leg. Static gets to his feet, pulls Michael in by the leg, and nails a great-looking inverted Blue Thunder Bomb, ending it by flipping Michael onto his face! COACH: Yet another new move by the new breed of this promotion! Static turns Michael around and goes for the cover........1........2......kickout! Scotty pulls Michael up, and stands him up in a corner. Static boots Michael in the stomach twice, and then goes for some sort of press in the corner. However, Michael bends down, and sends Scotty over the top rope. Static lands on his feet on the apron however, and gives Michael a shoulder to the stomach. Scotty then attempts to slingshot himself over the top rope for something, but Michael catches his head in a front facelock at the last second. In that position, Michael drops Scotty with Rigor Sets In (DDT w/ feet draped over the top rope), spiking Scotty on the top of his head! Michael cradles the leg for a pin............1............2.........kickout! MC: I can't believe it! Scotty Static might have just gotten some serious neck damage, but he was still able to kick out! Michael growls in frustration, but then pulls Scotty up. Michael picks up Static in suplex position, and drops him groin-first on the top rope. Michael then goes to the second rope, and hooks Static for a superplex. However, Scotty blocks twice, and shoves Michael off of the rope. Michael backflips onto his feet as Scotty quickly climbs to a standing position on the top rope. Michael quickly leaps to the second rope, and then to the top rope, hooks Static's arm, and brings him down with a top-rope version of the Awakening! Michael hooks the legs........1......2........3! BUFFER: Ladies and gentlemen...your winners of the contest, the Minions! MC: I can't believe it! You were right in your prediction, Caboose! CABOOSE: The Minions have a three-to-nothing advantage, and I don't see anything stopping this great streak next week! The Minions are plowing through the GPX like nothing! COACH: Not so fast, cowboy...Scotty and Johnny put in one hell of an effort in this one, and I wouldn't be surprised to see this loss motivate them over the edge to a clutch victory next week! MC: Speaking of next week, I'm being sent a message over my headset about next week...apparantly Northstar wants not only a longer match next week, but also wants all four men involved for at least two of the falls, whereas the Minions had a two-to-one advantage in fall two, and the third fall was a singles match. Therefore, next week's battle will be a two-out-of-three falls match! COACH: Big news there, as whoever wants the win more will have to gut it out for at least two wins over both members of the opposing team next week! CABOOSE: As always, "The Man" is holding great wrestlers like the Minions down! MC: You're a goof, you jackass. Anyway, more hD~! in a few! (GO to break)

(Return from break) (Cut backstage, where Brock Auustin's pounding the crap out of a punching bag, and Rick Heyross is pacing back-and-forth while yelling at someone on a cell phone, when Josh Matthews walks in.) JOSH: Could we get a word with you, Mr. Heyross? HEYROSS: (to phone) I have to go, I'll be right back. (turns off phone) What do you think you're doing, interrupting an important phone call of mine? JOSH: I was wanting to get your reaction to the news that Saint Andrew, on behalf of Gibraltar, has rejected Brock Auustin's challenge for Anglemania III. HEYROSS: What do you think my reaction is? I'm pissed, you idiot! This could have been a headline match on the biggest show in this company's history, and we could have eliminated one of those psycho religious types, all in one fell swoop. But noooo...that idiot Saint Andrew just had to go and ruin it because I'm a "snake in the grass". Andrew, let me ask you something, what's worse: doing what I do in my profession, making life better for both myself and a young man whose only chance of taking advantage of his natural size and athletic ability was coming here, after being kicked out of his house and various youth shelters as a child, or pretending to be a "Son of God"; making a farce out of the faith that myself, as well as millions of others have, just so you can be "marketable"? You're the yellow-bellied scum in this scenario, you rotten piece of crap. Denying my monster Brock the opportunity at taking out your monster Gibraltar (Brock overhears and punches a hole through the punching bag angrily)....settle down, big man...is like denying any human being the right to breathe. You've angered the beast, but rest assured, I guarantee that we will get the match. In fact...in one week, I guarantee you will be agreeing to the match at Anglemania, on this very program. Now, if you'll excuse me, you highlighted nimwit, I have to get back to my phone call.... JOSH: But Mr. Heyross...(Brock walks towards Josh)...okay, I'll go! (Josh runs) (Fade to black) We cut to a shot of GM Northstar's office. Northstar is at his desk, reading a copy of Entertainment Weekly. Suddenly, the door opens a crack, and Hoff slips in, looking over his shoulder, and breathing a sigh of relief as he enters the office. Northstar, annoyed, puts his magazie down and looks at Hoff, who takes a seat across from Northstar's desk. NORTHSTAR: "Well, what the hell do you want? I'm a busy man." Hoff's eyebrows raise. "Yeah, I can see that. Reading 'People' is hard work." Northstar shoots Hoff a perturbed look. NORTHSTAR: "If you'd like, darling, I can have security escort you out..." HOFF: "No no, no, sorry. Listen, I've got something you need to see." Hoff reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a legal-looking form. Northstar takes it from Hoff and looks over it, slowly. A frown passes over his face. Northstar pauses for a second, then looks up at Hoff. NORTHSTAR: "How did you come about this?" HOFF: "Well, when I was making my will last week, I did a little detective work." Hoff smiles smugly. NORTHSTAR: "I see....wait, you actually made a will? Wow. Sweetie, Superstar is so going to kill you." Hoff's brow furrows. NORTHSTAR: "Still, it's a good thing I see this. I can't have any legal problems, not now, not with my movie filming...isn't that right, Hoff Daddy?" Northstar smirks as Hoff does his best Buff Bagwell pose. NORTHSTAR: "Not to mention my own problems..." Northstar trails off. HOFF: "Um, boss? What about CWM?" Northstar jerks his head up. "Oh, yeah, well...I guess you're off the hook, big boy. I don't like having my talent laid up, but I can't have a man who's not medically cleared to wrestle in the ring. Hell, I hope I don't get sued over your tag match two weeks ago." Hoff grins from ear to ear. HOFF: "So that's it? He can't wrestle?" NORTHSTAR: "Until I hear otherwise from his doctor." Hoff gets up, still smiling, and thanks Northstar repeatedly. Hoff opens the door and turns around... BAM! ...and gets cracked in the face with a tire iron!! Hoff stumbles back into the GM's office and CWM walks through the door! CWM rears back, and swings again, catching Hoff in the jaw! Hoff falls back and lands on Northstar's desk. Northstar leaps from his chair and heads out the door, yelling "SECURITY! SECURITY!!!!!" CWM picks up Hoff and throws him into a file cabinet! Hoff hits the metal head-first, then stumbles back, right into another shot from the tire iron!! Hoff falls to the ground hard!! CWM: "Get up, you son of a bitch!" CWM pulls Hoff to his knees. Hoff, a small cut opened up on his forehead, catches CWM in the gut with a right hand. CWM stumbles back, but rears back for another swing of the tire iron. Hoff quickly catches CWM with another hard shot ot the gut, and CWM drops the tire iron and stumbles back. Hoff gets to his feet and throws CWM out the door and into the hallway. CWM hits the far wall. Hoff follows him out, but CWM spins around and pounces on Hoff, and the two men lock up, throwing hard shots at each other!! CWM lands a HUGE left cross that stuns Hoff for a second. CWM winds up again, but suddenly, two security men pull Hoff out of the fray. CWM starts after Hoff, but Charlie Hoss steps in and restrains him. Northstar steps in between the two men, looking at both with disgust. CWM is red, nostrils flared, eyes angry; Hoff is cut, and bleeding from his nose as well. NORTHSTAR: "Look at you two! You stupid brutes! You wrecked my office!" Hoff and CWM's eyes remain locked on each other. NORTHSTAR: "I have had enough of this! You two sweethearts want each other so bad? Fine!" Hoff's eyes go wide. "Northstar, what do you--" NORTHSTAR: "Can it, sugar. You want to fight? Fine. At Zero Hour, you guys are gonna fight. It's gonna be CWM vs. Hoff....in an unsanctioned, back-lot brawl!!" Hoff's jaw drops as CWM nods and smiles sickly. HOFF: "But..but..." NORTHSTAR: "But nothing. I can't have CWM in a wrestling ring, but you're both still HeldDOWN stars, which means you listen to me. And I say you get this worked out the only way two uncivilized assholes like you would know how." Hoff looks like he's about to say something, but Northstar shoots him a glare, and he stays silent. CWM is still smiling. NORTHSTAR: "Get these idiots out of my building." Security drags Hoff and CWM off in opposite directions as Northstar enters his office and slams the door. The cameras cut back to Sofa Central. COLE: "Wow, I guess it's official! CWM vs. Hoff in an unsanctioned brawl at Zero Hour! Coach: I hope Hoff dies. Cole: Coach! Coach: Well, sorry! But he has a PS2 with a mod chip that’s he’s leaving me once CWM kills him and I definitely don’t want to pay three hundred bucks to get one of my own. Cole: So you want Hoff to die so you can play illegally copied games? Coach: Yes.

Cole: Foshi? We haven’t seen him in ages! Coach: And thank god, because he looks like shit run over. What’s he done to himself? Caboose: I don’t care! I don’t care! No one interrupts the.... CUE: "Anarchy in the UK" by The Sex Pistols Caboose: Damn it! -The fans quickly stand to attention, filling the arena with boos. The curtain opens slowly, revealing 1/2 of the Tag Team Champions, Tyler Bridges, accompanied, of course, by Tiffany Cardinale. The bell rings, and we go to GMC for the intros. GARY MICHAEL CAPETTA Ladies and Gentlemen...the next match is a LADDER MATCH...and is for the OAOAST X CHAMPIONSHIP! Entering first...from Liverpool, England...weighing in at One Hundred and Ninety-Eight pounds...he is one half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions...The Crown Jewel of England...TYLEEEEERRRRRR BRIIIIIIIDGESSSSS!!! -The fans boo louder as Tyler slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. COLE Fans, this match...I cannot even describe how incredible this match will be. AJ Flaire...the X Champion...vs. Tyler Bridges...vs. TJ Burns...in a ladder match for the OAOAST X Title. This will be very good. CABOOSE That is very true, Michael, but the real question here is: How will AJ Flaire get his neck broken here tonight? TNT are very dangerous, and with a ladder thrown into the mix, it is a safe bet that they will double team young AJ. CUE: "The Rocky Road to Dublin" by The Dropkick Murphy's -In a surprising twist, the boos turn to slight cheers! The curtain flies open, and out hops the other half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions, TJ Burns. GMC "Entering second…from Donegal, Ireland…weighing in at One Hundred and Ninety Pounds…he is 1/2 of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions…The Heartbreaker…T…J…BUUUUUUUUURNS!! -TJ smiles to the crowd, before sprinting down to the ring. He slides in right beside Tyler, who is still staring at the entrance way. The lights dim slightly. COLE Here he comes… CUE: "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains. -The fans absolutely explode as red and blue pyro shoots off from the entryway, signaling the entrance of the OAOAST X Champion. GMC And the Champion…from Wherever he damn well wants…weighing in at Two Hundred…and Fifteen Pounds…he is the OAOAST X CHAMPION!! He is the Icon…the PHENOMENAL ONE…A…J…FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIRE!! -The cheers grow even louder as AJ slides in from behind Tyler and TJ, wielding a chair. WHACK!! Tyler falls to his knees, clutching his lower back. TJ turns quickly…WHACK!! TJ, too, falls to the mat, only clutching his head instead. AJ Flaire has cleaned house!! DING, DING, DING!! COLE The match JUST started, and already TNT are down and out! CABOOSE I will admit, AJ has taken control of this match…maybe I was wrong. -Tyler slowly gets to a standing position, unaware of AJ, who is stalking behind him. Tyler slowly turns…WHOOSH!! He barely ducks a hellacious chairshot! Tyler ducks behind AJ and grabs him around the waist. In one fluid motion, Tyler lifts, sending AJ careening through the air…and into a standing position!! AJ saw the German Suplex coming and countered it! Tyler quickly turns, just as AJ tosses the chair to him. Tyler catches it instinctively…WHAM!!! Tyler's head whips back from the force of the chair, which was kicked by AJ! Tyler flies back, landing near the far turnbuckle! COACH Wow! AJ Flaire just DECIMATED Tyler Bridges with that Van Daminator! CABOOSE You sounded a LOT like Michael Cole, there… -AJ quickly stands, taking in the cheers and applause of the fans in attendance before quickly sliding out of the ring, where the ladder awaits. COLEAJ going for the ladder early on in this match. -AJ slowly picks the ladder up and turns toward the ring…WHAM!! AJ flies backward as the ladder crashes into his chest, the force of TJ's boots causing it to do so. TJ hits the mats hard, causing him to rest the ladder on his chest as he clutches his head. TJ smirks as he looks at AJ…then proceeds to climb up onto the announce desk. COLE What the hell is TJ doing on our desk?! COACH HEY! Get off of there, you damn kid…damn kids and their music… -TJ smiles at the crowd, who are on their feet…AND LEAPS OFF! TJ, showing his incredible athletic ability, soars through the air, twisting his body into a full front flip…He lingers in the air for a few seconds before…CRASH!!!! The fans erupt as TJ flops on the mats, clutching at his ribs as AJ convulses under the ladder! COLE 450 LEAF CLOVER OFF OUR TABLE ONTO A LADDER COVERED AJ FLAIRE!! CABOOSE …Damn… COACH Sweet Jesus All Mighty! -The fans chant of "HO-LY SHIT!" grows louder as Tyler begins to stand in the middle of the ring. He shakes the cobwebs loose and looks outside the ring at his fallen tag partner and the champ…and cracks a smile. He slowly stumbles towards the ropes and climbs outside. He slowly picks up the ladder and slides it into the ring. The fans start to slightly cheer as Tyler nonchalantly sets the ladder up and begins to climb. COLE Tyler Bridges not wasting any time here…he wants that title! CABOOSE Wait…he Wants the title?! I thought he was just in the match because he was TOLD to be! WHAT!? You can actually WANT the title in the match now?!? WHAT THE FUCK?! COLE …… COACH Wow, Michael, you're Caboose's bitch. -Tyler, seeing that he has all the time in the world, starts to slowly climb the ladder, unaware that TJ Burns, still clutching his ribs, has slid into the ring. TJ stumbles towards the ladder and grabs Tyler by the back of his tights, pulling his partner off. Tyler glares at TJ and points to the title as he says "What the hell are you doing?!" TJ shakes his head and points to himself. "We agreed that I would win it…remember?" Tyler crosses his arms and looks down to the mat. "Remember?!" TJ screams, pushing Tyler. COLE This doesn't look good… -Tyler looks up slowly at TJ…and nods. The fans boo as TJ smiles and begins his climb up the ladder. COLE WHAT?! CABOOSE Huh…I guess he's not in it to win it… -TJ is only three rungs away from grabbing the title. He slowly reaches his hand up as the fans boos turn to cheers…TJ almost has it…BUT GETS LOCKED IN A FULL NELSON!! The fans weren't cheering for TJ…no, they were cheering for TYLER, who had quickly climbed up the ladder. TJ screams in terror as Tyler falls backward…CRASH!~!!!!!! The fans erupt in "HO-LY SHIT!" chants as TJ folds up like an accordion next to the ropes, as Tyler clutches his lower back. COACH LONDON BRIDGE OFF THE LADDER!!! COLE TJ BURNS IS DEAD!! HE IS DEAD!! -The fans are on their feet, cheering the hell out of these men. Tyler slowly begins to get to his feet as TJ slides out of ring, clutching his neck. As a replay of the move is shown, AJ Flaire is on his feet, and has slid into the ring, where he meets Tyler Bridges. Tyler slowly picks AJ up….WHACK!! AJ clutches at his already beet red chest…WHACK!!! Another chop sends AJ reeling into the ropes…WHACK!! Another causes the Phenomenal One to drop to his knees, clutching his chest in pain. Tyler sees his chance and grabs AJ by the wrist, whipping him into the opposite ropes. AJ rebounds…and ducks a clothesline attempt! He rebounds off the other ropes…is caught by Tyler…WHAM!! AJ clutches at his lower back and squirms on the mat. COLE Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker by Tyler Bridges! CABOOSENow, if Tyler Bridges is smart, he would continue working on that injured back of AJ, which, we all know, could break at any second. COLE That's right. AJ's back is at a point where it could snap like a twig at any given moment. Any match could be AJ's last! -Tyler, almost as if hearing the announcers, starts stomping away on the lower back of AJ, causing the X Champion to scream in pain. After six good stomps, Tyler quickly grabs AJ by the head and picks him up to a standing position…WHACK!! Another blistering chop causes AJ to reel in pain again. Tyler, not wanting to waste any time, quickly sets AJ up in a suplex position. Tyler lifts…AND DROPS AJ STOMACH FIRST ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! The fans groan as AJ lets out a loud yell of pain before falling forward onto his back. Tyler smiles a wicked grin as AJ slowly pushes himself to his feet, clutching at his stomach. Tyler stands only a few feet away from AJ, who is now on his feet, and prepares for his next move. AJ slowly gets to a standing position, just as Tyler rushes forward…WHAM!! AJ falls back down to the mat, clutching the back of his head. COLE HUGE clothesline by Tyler Bridges. He nearly decapitated AJ with that move. -Tyler, wasting little time, grabs AJ by the head once again and lifts him to a standing position. Tyler grabs AJ by the wrist and whips him towards the opposite ropes. AJ rebounds, and Tyler (in an uncharacteristic move) telegraphs a backdrop…WHAM!! Tyler clutches at his jaw, courtesy of the soccer style kick from AJ. Tyler reels as AJ staggers back…THEN EXPLODES WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK TO THE FACE!! The fans erupt as Tyler bounces off the mat, clutching his jaw. COLE All Three Men Are DOWN!! COACH That Spinning Wheel kick took a lot out of AJ Flaire as well. CABOOSE Wait…HOW IN THE HELL IS TJ BURNS MOVING?! -The fans cheers grow louder as TJ Burns slowly slides into the ring, still clutching the back of his neck. AJ is slowly getting to his feet, right along with Tyler. A minute passes, and now, all three men are standing. The crowd roars as they all stare at each other…WHAM!! Tyler clocks AJ with a vicious right hand, causing the X Champion to reel…WHAM!! TJ now gets a right hand, this time from AJ…WHAM!! Tyler now feels the fist, this time from TJ…WHAM!! Tyler clocks AJ…WHAM!! AJ potatoes TJ…WHAM!! TJ sucker punches Tyler…WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!! The fans roar with approval as the three men continue to deck each other in a circle…WHAM!! Tyler's punch to AJ finally knocks the Champion to the mat, and now it's just Tyler and TJ, the Tag Team Champions. TJ goes for a right hand, but it's blocked by Tyler, who delivers a right hand of his own…another punch by TJ, another block and punch by Tyler…Tyler, now with a second wind, delivers a vicious punch…and another…and another. Tyler has TJ reeling! Being the opportunist he is, Tyler grabs TJ's wrist and whips him into the ropes. TJ rebounds and is lifted high into the air…CRASH!!!! The fans groan as TJ flops around the ring, clutching his ribs! COLE Tyler Bridges just flap-jacked TJ Burns onto the ladder!! CABOOSE I pity his ribs…horrible way to break them. -Tyler stands quickly and makes his way to the ropes, where he quickly slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring. The fans stir as Tyler fumbles under the ring…before pulling out ANOTHER ladder! The fans cheer slightly as Tyler slides it into the ring under the bottom rope, then goes back to under the ring. He is much quicker this time, and he pulls out… COLE A TABLE!! -The fans erupt as Tyler quickly unfolds the table and sets it up perpendicular to the ring. He quickly slides in, just as AJ gets to his feet. Tyler hovers over AJ and points to the table on that outside, before singing "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…" The fans in the front row cheer loudly, causing the rest of the arena to cheer as well…because they're sheep. COLE Is Tyler Bridges going to do what I think he's going to do? CABOOSE If you think he's going to London Bridge AJ Flaire out of the ring and through that table, thusly breaking our X Champion's neck…then I think you're right on the money. -Tyler smirks as he turns away from AJ and grabs the second ladder. He quickly sets it up, and grabs the other ladder. He sets that one up right beside the other. Tyler slowly grabs AJ by the hair and gets him to a standing position, before lifting him up onto the fourth rung of the ladders…and grabbing his arms in a Full-Nelson. The fans erupt as Tyler climbs up behind AJ. COLE Oh good god no…This should not happen! -Tyler slowly starts to lift…but stops!! He releases the FN and flops forward into the ladder, allowing AJ to step aside! CABOOSEIT'S K-MONEY!! K-MONEY IS IN THE RING!! -The fans weren't cheering for Tyler…no, they were cheering for Money, who had entered through the crowd. Money climbs up beside Tyler, who is now standing on both ladders, and grabs his left arm. AJ grabs the right arm, causing the fans to rise to their feet…Money and Flaire lift suddenly and fall forward, releasing their holds of Tyler's arms…CRASH~!~!~!~!~!~! The fans cheer and groan as Tyler clutches the back of his neck on the outside, amidst the pieces of the broken table. COLE BIG BANG FROM THE FIRM TO TYLER BRIDGES TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH A TABLE!!! IN-CRED-I-BLE!! CABOOSE HOLY SHIT!! COACH WHAT?!~ -The fans erupt in a "HO-LY SHIT!" chant that would wake the dead as AJ and Money slap hands, unaware that TJ Burns is climbing Money's ladder. Money turns quickly, seeing the only remaining threat, and climbs the other side of the ladder. COLE …I am speechless… CABOOSE THANK YOU!! Finally… -Money is now eye level with TJ Burns, and both are at the top of the ladder. Money and TJ exchange punches, but Money, being the fresher man, gets the upper hand. Money quickly grabs the head of TJ and pushes it down, before climbing slightly higher. The fans, still breathless from the Big Bang, watch on in silence as Money flips over TJ and grabs his legs, possibly looking for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, but TJ holds onto the top of the ladder, leaving Money dangling, fighting to powerbomb the Irish Heartbreaker. Meanwhile, AJ is now at the top of the other ladder…he looks at the title…then at TJ…then back to the title…then back to TJ…AND LEAPS OFF!! The fans hold their breath as TJ drives his foot into the jaw of TJ Burns, stunning him enough to release his hold on the ladder…CRASH!!! TJ bounces off the mat with so much force that he flips forward onto his stomach, just as AJ grabs the Title ring at the last second! The fans are exploding as AJ uses his last ounce of strength to unhook the title…and fall to the mat. DING DING DING!! COLE AJ RETAINS!! AJ RETAINS THE X TITLE!! GMC LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!…YOUR WINNER…and STILL…OAOAST X CHAMPION…THE PHENOMENAL ONE…A…J….FLAAAAAAIIIIIIIRRRREEEEE!!! -The crowd roars with approval as Money helps AJ to his feet. CUE: "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains. COLE AJ FLAIRE…AJ SOMEHOW BEAT THE ODDS TONIGHT AND RETAINED HIS X TITLE!! COACH He might have been saved by Money, but AJ won this one himself in my, and all the fans here's, eyes. CABOOSE This was a fucking PHENOMENAL match! COLE FANS! WE HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!! (Go to break)

::The scene opens backstage by the interview set, where we see Jackie Gayda (w/ the official HeldDOWN~! microphone) standing alongside the 24/7 Champion, Panther. Panther's clad in his white and red "Panther 215" basketball jersey, black tear-away warm-up pants, and black boots, with the 24/7 Title belt draped over his right shoulder.:: Jackie: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm back here with the reigning 24/7 Champion, Panther, who right here tonight will have the opportunity to challenge for the OAOAST World Title against Calvin Szechstein. Panther, last week, you earned this opportunity by defeating the Superstar in a hard-fought encounter, one in which you suffered a minor knee injury. You've got a big night ahead of you, Panther, but before I ask anything else, I've gotta know...how's the knee feeling? Panther: Jackie baby, I'd be lying if I came out here and told you that my knee's 100%. To be honest, it hurts like hell. But that really doesn't matter, Jackie, because make no mistake about it, there's nothing or no one that can keep me from missing out on this opportunity here tonight. Jackie: I understand. Again, this is a great opportunity for you. I mean, you've risen up the rankings so fast in the short time you've been here, Panther. Tell me, do you find this whole situation a little overwhelming for you? Are you nervous or anything going into the match. Panther: You know something, Jackie, I've been doing this for 7 long years. This isn't exactly my first go-around. I've been in big match situations before...this is nothing new to me. But ya know...I can't say I don't feel those butterflies building up in my stomach right now. I can't say that I don't feel the goosebumps building up on my arm, because, Jackie, out of all the big matches, out of all the opportunities I've had in my career, this is the biggest of them all! This is the biggest challenge I've ever faced! See, Jackie, when I look back at all the achievements I've made in the last 7 years, every title, trophy, every star on my record, Jackie, they all pale in comparison to the OAOAST World Title belt! And tonight, I do battle with one of the greatest wrestlers in the world. The only champion in this industry that matters...Calvin Szechstein. (chuckles) Am I nervous? You bet your ass I'm nervous! But Jackie, don't mistake nervousness for apprehension! Don't confuse respect with intimidation! Because, Calvin, while I respect you as a wrestler, while I respect everything you've done as Champion, don't think for one second that I'm just gonna sit back and allow you to have your way tonight, because you see, once the hype stops, once the bell sounds, when it's just me and you in the center of the ring...Calvin, you become just like everybody else that's crossed my path! You become just another wrestler, and I will not...I repeat, I WILL NOT hesitate to take you apart in that ring tonight. Jackie: Well, Panther... Male voice (off camera): Hold on, hold on! ::Suddenly, the camera pans right, and Axel appears in the picture. The crowd boos inside the arena as Axel walks up to Panther and Jackie with an angry look on his face:: Jackie: Axel...Axel, what are you do-- ::Suddenly, Axel snatches the mic from Jackie and shoves her back into the interview set, prompting Panther to shove him back a step. Axel cocks his fist, preparing to strike Panther, but Panther cocks his as well, and the two engage in an intense staredown as a few officials rush into the picture to try and cool things down:: Panther: What do you want?! Axel: What do I want? I want to know just how in the hell you got a title shot before me! I could beat your ass any day of the week! Panther: Well then, why don't you try right now? ::Suddenly, Axel shoves Panther back a step, leading Panther to shove him back. Suddenly, Axel fires off a right hand to Panther...Panther responds and... Cole: Oh my goodness, folks! We've got a fist fight backstage!!! Panther and Axel! Panther and Axel are going at it tooth and nail! ::The crowd cheers wildly as the two wrestlers trade rights and lefts as officials scramble to break up the melee! However, before they're able to succeed in their attempt, GUNNER SHARPS comes out of nowhere and blasts Panther in the back of the head with a chair!!!:: Cole: Wait a minute! THAT'S GUNNER SHARPS! Coach: Where the hell did he come from?! ::The force of the chairshot is enough to knock Panther to the floor, at which point, Axel charges in and begins putting the boots to the fallen wrestler. The crowd boos wildly inside the arena as Axel stomps down across Panther's head while Gunner repeatedly pounds the 24/7 Champ with chairshot after chairshot to back. Officials try their best to pull the attackers off of Panther, but each of them is swatted away. Then, Axel, with a sinister smile on his face, grabs Panther's right leg, and holds it outstretched for Gunner:: Cole: What is this?! What...what is Axel thinking?! What are they gonna do? ::Gunner smiles, and with Panther vainly trying to escape Axel's clutches, Gunner raises the steel chair above his head, and brings it down... **WHAM** ...HARD across Panther's injured right knee, causing Panther to scream out in pain. Suddenly, more officials and security guards enter the picture and shove Axel and Gunner away. Satisfied with the job they've done, they don't put up much resistance, and calmly exit to the right, leaving Panther rolling around on the floor clutching his right knee:: Cole: I can't believe this, folks! Panther's been attacked. That knee has been hurt. My God! What effect will this have on the World Title match tonight?! Will Panther even be in the shape to compete in that match tonight?! Coach: No way. He might as well.... Caboose is cut off was we fade into a mysterious scene. A small stage harboring instruments and equipment in an outdoor setting is seen. It is just on the brink of evening. The stage and area normally designated for a decent sized crowd is completely deserted except for a single figure sitting crossed legged in the very center of the stage. He is clad entirely in black and continues staring down for several seconds before looking up at the camera. The man at a first glance is clearly Mongoose Foshi but upon a second inspection is not that man at all. Physically, his hair is much longer and not well kept at all and his once clean goatee is now a scruffy looking beard that appears to be present out of neglect rather than intention. But more than all that is the blank stare he produces looking straight ahead of him. All but gone is the once cheery glimmer that lit up his eyes. Now, behind them there is nothing but darkness. He stares straight ahead for a few more moments before quietly standing up. Foshi wanders around the stage glancing at each piece of equipment. He eventually returns to the center of the stage and stares at the microphone stand as though he were looking down at a comatose friend. He looks down once more before lashing violently at the stand. He picks it up and begins trashing every part of the stage and equipment. He topples over the drum set, smashes the guitars, tosses speakers off the stage before collapsing to the floor looking down once more. He gradually looks up and sees his bass guitar propped up in front of him. For the first, what appears to be a grin begins to spread across his face. He picks it up and straps it on and looks once more like the old Mongoose Foshi. He begins to play the beginning to one of their songs to himself but stops suddenly as the grin disappears entirely as though it were never there. He rips the bass off and smashes it to pieces. He kicks the remnants around and swings at anything he can hit. Foshi storms off the stage and out of the camera's view without giving it another glance. The camera stays on the battered stage for a few moments with nothing but silence heard before fading out. (Back to the SC)

(Return from break) "Not in love" by Enrique Iglesias from the "3 Stages of Hell" sound track hits and the crowd gets to their feet in hopes of getting a better view of the arriving wrestlers. They start to boo when they see James Woods and Holly-wood enter the arena. Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, star of "3 Stages of Hell" James Woods and director of HeldDOWN player personnel, Holly-wood! Give them a round of applause! The fans give them something, but it isn't a round of applause! They jeer Mr.Woods unmercifully, but several die hard Holly-wood fans show love for their girl. Holly-wood waves to the fans that are nice enough to cheer her as she and James Woods head over to announcer's table. Caboose: We're out of here! Coach: See ya in a few! Want me to bring you back a big gulp? Cole: What? Where are you two going? (Caboose and Coach say nothing. They simply wave good-bye and leave Michael to draw his own uneducated conclusions. They shake hands with James Woods and Holly-wood, who take a seat next to a confused M.C.) Before Cole can introduce the special guest announcers the carefree sounds of "Daydreamin'" by Boomkat fill the arena. The lights go dim and a grey star shines brightly on the entrance ramp. Holly-wood's mentally vacant boy friend, Silver Star emerges from the back. He stops in the middle of the star, gets down on one knee, and flexes his hockey stick thin muscles. All he has to do is flash an arrogant grin and the crowd showers him with jeers and taunts. Cole: Fans I've been joined by "3 Stages of Hell" star, James Woods and Northstar's sister Holly-wood! I guess they'll be helping me call the action between Chris Bryte and Silver Star. Holly, you do know that Silver Star made up all those things he said about Chris Bryte last week? Holly-wood: I know. I talked to Tina and we cleared the air, but I felt that Chris Bryte deserved the opportunity to get some get back, so I didn't unbook the match. Cole: That's rather nice of you. Maybe I'm old fashioned but where... Woods: "uga, booga, yap, yap, nothing important" Holly-wood (giggling): What are you doing? Woods: Just impersonating the Ken Doll to the right of me. Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a TV time limit of twenty minutes, now making his way to the ring, from Santa Monica, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, he is wrestling's biggest ass hole....SILVER STAAAAARRR! Silver Star heads down the entrance and rolls into the ring. He shoots Chris Bryte a hostile glare before climbing to the top rope and giving the fans an ill tempered throat slash gesture. Holly-wood: This may be the first match Chris Bryte is favored to win. Woods: Don't have a lot of faith in your beau, eh. Holly-wood: I'm sure he'll have a good showing, but he'll find a way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. He promised me a win for a belated V day gift. But if he gave money back guarantees his ass would be in chapter eleven! Buffer: And the opponent, already in the ring....Chris Bryte! He is being seconded by the lovely, TINAAAAAAAA Chris Bryte raises his arms into air, drawing some polite cheers from the under ten crowd in the audience. Most everyone else greets him with apathy or out right hostility! Cole: Chris Bryte is one the brightest stars on HeldDOWN! Woods: Oh lord, what sin did I commit that would cause you to force me to endure such stale and uninspired wit? An African jungle ape could've come up with a better pun. Bryte is bright? Somebody shoot him, for the sake of our gene pool! Cole: Take a chill pill. Can't we keep this civil? Woods: Civil? Nothing's ever civil with you bottom feeding Neanderthals. Cole: I'm going to take the high road and ignore that comment. Holly-wood, what's does Chris Bryte need to do in order to win this match. Holly-wood: Ooh! Good question. He needs to not get pinned. Seriously! If he can make it past the six minute mark without getting pinned then he's in good shape. Because, Silver Star's bound to screw up and he can capitalize on that mistake. *ding ding* The two men lock up. Silver Star uses his slight advantage in strength to shove Chris Bryte against the ropes. Bryte comes charging back with an out stretched arm! Silver Star smartly drops to his stomach and hooks his legs around Bryte's quickly taking him down with a drop toe hold! Bryte's face smashes against the unforgiving mat! Silver Star hops to his feet, runs to ropes and rebounds with a well placed elbow across the back of Bryte's neck! Silver Star stays grounded and wisely hooks him into a side head lock. Crowd: You suck! You suck! Chris Bryte is able to rise to his feet. Realizing that he's in danger of losing control of the match, Silver Star tightens his grip on Bryte's neck. It's all in vain however, as Bryte hooks his arms around Silver Star's waist and sends him down to the mat, headlock and all with a back body drop! Woods: I can't believe that these morons in the stands are actually paying money to watch this shit. Northstar's the ultimate con man. Cole: Mr.Woods need I remind you that as a color commentator your job is not to insult the spending habits of our loyal fan? Holly-wood: Michael, I like you, but pretty boy play by play men are a dime a dozen. Mind what you say, and who you say it to. Thank you! Silver Star has gotten to his feet. He's has no time to catch his breath as Chris Bryte fires off a series of stinging knife edge chops! In an effort to protect his pasty chest, Silver Star turns his back to the rookie. This gives Chris Bryte the perfect opportunity to unload a few clubbing forearms to Silver Star's upper back! Every forearm is met with a feminine whelp from Silver Star. Bryte hooks Silver Star into a waistlock. He tries a German suplex but Silver Star is able to block it by hooking his leg between Bryte's. Sadly, Bryte doesn't realize that's it's going to be next to impossible to suplex Silver Star, so he keeps trying to get him into the air. Growing tired of having Chris' crotch rub against his ass, Silver Star nails him in the cheek with a quick elbow! Dazed, Bryte stumbles backwards as Tina urges him to stay on his opponent! Woods: Who is this raspy voiced bimbo? Cole: She's Tina! One of our newest divas. Woods: Is diva now synonymous with trailer park skank? I guess Northstar's hiring site unseen. Someone get a muzzle on that dog. My ears depended on it. Silver Star drives his knee into the rookie's gut! The move doubles Bryte over in pain. He nearly falls to the ground but Silver Star grabs his head and keeps him up right. Silver Star locks Chris Bryte into a front face lock. Bryte tries to fight out with some weak punches, but they refuse to phase Silver Star. Double S grabs the back of Chris Bryte's tights and lifts upside down into the air. Silver Star lets the blood rush to Bryte's head before dropping him forward. Before Bryte hits the mat Silver Star extends his knee forward, causing Chris's stomach to land on Silver Star's knee! Bryte rolls around the ground grabbing his hurt stomach. Silver Star blows Tina a mocking kiss before locking Chris Bryte into the dreaded Acolyte of Northstar chinlock! Holly-wood: Silver Star just used a gut buster, right? Yeah! So if he just injured the stomach why's he targeting the neck? Huh? Huh? Cole: Shouldn't you, you know, be cheering your boyfriend onto victory, instead of nitpicking his mistakes? Holly-wood: Oh no! It's much better if I'm needlessly honest. Mr.Bryte valiantly fights to his feet with the chinlock still applied. He nails Silver Star in the gut with several quick elbows causing the hold to break. Bryte rushes to ropes and bounces off full force! He goes for what looks to be a shoulder block, but Silver Star counters with a flap jack! Holly-wood: Hpmh! Cole: What would you have done Gordon Solie? Holly-wood: I would've kicked Chris in the stomach and taken him down a swinging neck breaker. Then I would've locked on a neck vice and sung the chorus to Solsbury Hill. In Swedish. Silver Star grabs Bryte's legs. He lifts him high into the air and slams him face first onto the mat! Holly-wood: Mr.Woods, in case you didn't know, we call that a face crusher. Woods: Ha! I'm still amazed they give these things official names. As if it makes this so called sport any less of a shoddy farce. Silver Star brings Bryte to his feet. He hooks him into a front face lock, then drops him with a lighting quick snap suplex. "Singed and sealed!" Silver Star boasts as he surveys his fallen opponent. He rolls on top of Bryte and uses his hands to press Chris Bryte's shoulder's against the mat. Holly-wood: Mr.Woods, that's called a pinning combination. Or something. Pin attempt 1....KICK OUT! Frustrated with a perceived slow count, Silver Star bitches out the ref. His mini hissy fit gives Bryte time to get to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye Silver Star notices Bryte charging at him. At the last minute, Silver Star gets his elbow up, catching Bryte in the nose and knocking him to the mat! Silver Star leans back, raises his skinny arms into the air and shouts "Right on, baby! Right on!" Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck! Woods: Can't these heathens think of anything more clever to say than "you suck"? Holly-wood: You don't have to take an IQ test to enter an OAO show. Bryte crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself upright. Silver Star, however is waiting for him and pounces on him with an inverted face lock! Silver Star tilts his body side ways and rams his elbow into Chris Bryte's chest, driving him back first onto the canvas! Cole: Final Cut! Final Cut! Woods: Are you related to Nat King Cole? Because you're delivery is just as stiff. Holly-wood: Is it hot in here or did Mikey just get burned? Silver Star grabs Bryte by the back of his head and lifts him to his feet. He turns around and hooks him into position for a stunner! REVERSED into a back body drop! Silver Star flips out of the move and lands on the ring apron! Bryte foolishly walks over to him and is nailed in the face with a right hand! Silver Star hooks him into position for a vertical suplex! Suddenly, Tina runs towards Silver Star and nails him with a low blow! Silver Star breaks the hold! Chris Bryte seizes on his new found opportunity and brings Silver Star back into the ring with a vertical suplex! THUD! Silver Star hits the mat hard! Chris Bryte falls on top of Silver Star and wastes no time in going for his first pin attempt of the match! 1........2........3! Chris Bryte pops up almost instantly! He's overcome with joy, and he wildly pumps his fist into the air! He hops out of the ring and gives Tina a heartfelt hug, as the a generic production song is played over the sound system. Buffer: Your winner.......CHRIS BRYYYYTTTTEEE! Cole: Chris Bryte wins! Chris Bryte wins! Oh what a victory for Chris Bryte! Holly-wood: Yawwwwwwwwwn. Don't act all surprised. I told you this was coming. As sure as the sun'll come up tomorrow, Silver Star will lose his match. Cole: Give your boyfriend some credit. He controlled ninety percent of the match! Holly-wood: And he won zero percent of it. Sorry, I only show love to the winners. C'mon James, we've got an after party to go to! Mikey, you're welcome to come, there's a twenty dollar cover. Dress to undress...if you get my drift. (Holly-wood takes off her head set and exits the commentator's position. She heads to the ring and rolls a dejected Silver Star out of the squared circle. They head to back, as she congratulates him on a job poorly done.) Cole: That was fun, wasn't it? Woods: You and I have two very different ideas of what constitutes entertainment. This supposed sport is pathetic at best, outright deplorable at worst. You call yourself a journalist? I call you a joke. Cole: I.... Woods: Don't talk to me. Here's five dollars. Buy yourself some respectability. Shill. (James Woods throws a crumpled bill in Michael's face. He leaves the commentator's position with a smug grin on his face, and Michael Cole's dignity in his pocket. When James Woods is well out of earshot, Cole resumes talking.) Cole: Um, kudos to Chris Bryte for hanging in there and picking up a win. That James Woods was a jerk, he can spew all the negative bile he wants about me, but he shouldn't hurl insults towards hardworking athletes like Chris Bryte, and not so hard working stoners like Silver Star. I'd like to see him take a snap suplex, or even a snapmare. He'd probably get his stunt man to do it while he gets a manicure and drinks an espresso! What a disgusting self serving jerk. Why did Holly just let him put down our industry like it was nothing? I guess we're going to break. Hopefully Caboose and Coach'll be back when we return. Man, I never thought I'd be wishing to have those two by my side. (Go to break) (We see Zack sitting in a classroom surrounded by a racially diverse group of every day high school students.) Zack Malibu: Hey gang. This is Zack Malibu, I've got a new hit for the fall season... Zack and the kids: DON'T DO DRUGS! ( We return from break with Caboose and Coach at their usual commentary positions.) Caboose: Michael, talk to me. Cole: I don't believe you. Caboose: What did you expect me to do? Cole: I didn't expect you to give up your commentator's spot to Satan! Caboose: He's not Satan. Besides, you would've done the same thing. John Singleton offered me a part in the movie if I let James Woods flex his commentator muscles so he could get a little "real life" experience before they shoot his commentary scenes. Cole: You sold me out for a bit part in a "No holds barred" ripoff ? Caboose: Don't think of it that way. Think of it as me doing my part to better our working environment and add a little change to my pocket. Cole: Change to your pocket? You're really something, man. What's your excuse Coach? Where'd you run off to? Coach: Me? I just had to pee and my jar was full. Cole: To much info, Coach. To much info. Regardless, I’m glad to have you back. Or else I might have been stuck with James Woods, Holly-wood and maybe Josh Matthews. Who happens to be backstage. (We cut backstage, where we see Josh Matthews in front of a door.) JOSH: We are backstage here, in front of St. Andrew's mock cathedral, where I'm awaiting getting an answer upon the challenge that Rick Heyross laid down for Anglemania III, where Brock Auustin would face Andrew's monster Gibraltar. (locker room door opens; Andrew comes out) Saint Andrew, do you have any answer for Rick Heyross's challenge on behalf of Brock Auustin to Gibraltar for Anglemania? ANDREW: First off, how dare you approach a man of my stature in the church like an ordinary street fiend? Anyway, to answer your question, I do, in fact, have an answer for Rick Heyross. No, a match between Gibraltar and Brock Auustin will NOT happen at Anglemania III. Why? First off, I know weasels like you. You're the type of man who comes to church on the night after he loses a thousand dollars betting on basketball at a casino, and makes his money back by stealing from the collection basket. You're the type of man who would convince a priest that his grandmother died just so he could get the sympathy gifts from the congregation. You're a snake in the grass, Heyross, and I will not help you in one bit make money off of your only source of monetary gain anymore, you worthless piraha. In fact, I know you, Rick Heyross, are single-handedly responsible for getting my monster banned from all HeldDOWN~! events until after Zero Hour: Night of the X, and we will have our revenge soon. But it WON'T be in a match at Anglemania. Now, if you'll excuse me, Josh, I have to go back and prepare for a match. (Andrew goes back inside) JOSH: There you have it...apparantly we won't have a "Battle of the Monsters" at Anglemania. Back to you guys in the arena! ( Climbing up on Sofa Central. I could see the city light. Wind was blowing. Time stood still.) Coach: Ass monkey! He should’ve said “Thanks St.Andrew. Now we turn it over to Jackie Gayda who’s with the 24/7 champion Panther.” Don’t they teach these kids anything in journalism school?

Hi.

Did I really write "Say something menacing"? Because if I did, then like, eww! Anyway, after rereading the show it gets a 10! Cool stuff from everyone.

I know I missed something. But what? And don't say the credits or the match graphics. I'll get them in later.

Even though I posted the show I didn't really read much of it. However, I did like the segments from CWM and Ragdoll. I'll read the rest a little later. The show would've been up sooner if my internet connection hadn't been munching a dick.

::The camera cuts back to ringside, where the ring announcer is standing in the center of the ring:: Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the #1 contendership for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship!!!!! ::Suddenly, the arena lights drop, and the crowd pops as "State Prop (You Know Us) hits the PA system. After approximinately 5-6 seconds... **BOOOOOOOOOM!!!** ...the arena is rocked by a HUGE pyro blast. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on stage, where Panther appears through through a thick cloud of smoke, with the 24/7 Title belt draped over his shoulder. He walks towards the edge of the stage and pauses for a moment, waiting for the cue in his music. Then, as the horns blare in the background, Panther flings the title from his shoulder and raises it into the air, holding it high above his head as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then swiftly snaps it down by his right side as the spotlights disperse about the arena. Panther flings the belt back onto his shoulder as he starts down the ramp to ringside:: Announcer: Introducing first...he hails from Philadelphia, PA...weighing in tonight at 198 pounds...he is the reigning HeldDOWN~! 24/7 Champion...PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!! ::The crowd pops wildly at the mention of Panther's name. As Panther gets close to the ringside area, he tosses the 24/7 belt over the top rope and into the ring, where it's caught by the referee, then takes a vertical leap onto the ring apron before climbing in. He then takes the belt from the official and walks out towards the center of the ring, with the belt raised high in his right hand, soaking up the cheers from the capacity crowd. Then, he lays the title belt flat on the mat, turns towards the main camera and, again on cue with his music, takes stance behind the belt, glaring intensely into the camera as the horns blare once more white spotlights highlight the ringposts....getting brighter...and brighter...and brighter...before converging on the center of the ring, where Panther snaps his right fist into the air and pyro blasts explode from the four posts. The lights immediately return to normal, Panther grabs the title belt from the mat and hands it over to the referee, who in turn hands the belt over to a ringside attendent...who in turn carries it over to the timekeeper...who in turn GETS THE TITLE STOLEN from him by a couple of punk ass kids in the front row. The kids quickly take off with the title belt with security hot on their trail:: Coach: That...can't be good. Cole: (nervous laughter) Well fans, it's been quite a night already...I still can't get over what we've already seen in the Poplex Wedding... Caboose: Greatest. Thing. Ever. By the way! Superstar is great! Just great! Cole: Well we're gonna see just how great he is as he does battle with the man who eliminated him from the Royal Rumble just a couple of weeks ago. It's Panther vs. Superstar...#1 contendership on the line...here we go... "I'M NOT AFRAAAAAID~!" ::A chorus of boos erupts from the crowd as Earshot's "Not Afraid" hits the PA system, and a deep red hue covers the arena. The camera focuses on the entrance, as Superstar slowly walks out from the locker room area with a look of...well...INTENSITY~! in his eyes. He pauses for a moment when he reaches the top of the ramp, scouring the arena momentarily, then focusing his sights directly on Panther. He then starts down to the ring:: Announcer: His opponent...hailing from Tuscon, Arizona...he weighs in tonight at 246 pounds...ladies and gentlemen...THIS...IS...THE SUUUUUUUUUPERSTAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR~! ::The crowd boos at the mention of his name as Superstar continues his path to the bottom of the ramp, as inside the ring, Panther paces in anticipation. When he reaches ringside, Superstar reaches up, grabs the bottom and middle rope with his left and right hands respectively and pulls himself onto the apron, where he engages in a deep...INTENSE~! staredown with the reigning 24/7 Champ. He then takes a step through the ropes and enters the ring, and walks towards the middle of the ring, where he and Panther go eye to eye. Suddenly, the referee steps between them and separates the two competitors as the arena lights return to normal as the theme music dies down. A slight smirk appears across Superstar's face as the official begins giving the pair instructions. Then, after both men have confirmed their understanding of the rules, the official calls for the bell... **Ding Ding Ding** Cole: AAAAAAAAAND...THEY'RE OFF~! Caboose: (looking at Cole like he's a complete fool) "And they're off?!" What is this, horse racing? Cole: (slightly embarrassed) Well...I thought it sounded cool. Anyway, folks, as stated, this match is for the #1 contendership. The right to face the World Champion Calvin Szechstein right here next week on HeldDOWN~! And no matter which way this thing goes, it'll be quite a match right here next week on hD~! Caboose: "No matter which way it goes"?! Are you trying to break a world record for the most dumb ass comments in a single match? Michael Cole, how could you even think that Panther has even a remote chance at beating Superstar?! I mean...we're talking about a world class athlete here! We're talking about a man who not too long ago defeated YOUR HERO, Cole, Zack Malibu...fair and square, might I add, right in the middle of the ring. Cole: Well before you write Panther off, don't forget that as I stated earlier on, Panther did eliminate Superstar from the Rumble at Anglepalooza! Caboose: Big deal! So he tossed the man over the top rope! Superstar wasn't ready for him, and Panther got lucky! But tonight, Panther's luck runs out! Tonight, Panther has to face Superstar one-on-one...man-to-man, and I promise you, Cole...I promise you Coach, that just like the Poplex Wedding, by the end of this match, Panther's career will be RUINED...that Wedding thing was GOLD~! by the way! GOLD~! Coach: Yeah, yeah! Panther and Superstar still staring one another down...man, it's intense in here. Indeed. Panther and Supes have yet to take their eyes off of one another in the center of the ring. At this point, Superstar points to the canvas...apparently telling Panther "Just lay down! You're no match for me kid!" Panther shakes his head negatively, prompting laughter from the UGW leader. Supes points at the mat again and tells Panther to "lay down", then takes his right hand and shoves Panther's right shoulder. A second shove knocks Panther off balance, causing him to take a couple of steps in reverse, but Panther quickly gets back up into Superstar's face, at which point he's met with a HARD slap-- **SPLAT** --to which he immediately responds by spitting his wad of gum directly into Superstar's face, drawing a loud "OOOOOOOOH" from the crowd. Caboose: What a show of disrespect. He'll pay for that! Superstar rubs his face for a moment, visibly angered, then he quickly goes for a lock up, and he and Panther begin to jockey for position. Panther fights to gain an early advantage, but is no match for Superstar in the strength department, and is easily muscled backwards into a corner. Once in the corner, Superstar presses all his body weight against Panther's frame... Official: C'mon, break it! 1...2...3...4...BREAK!!! Superstar doesn't break, however. Instead, he takes his right hand and mashes it right up against Panther's face, pushing his head and neck backwards over the top turnbuckle. The referee grabs Superstar's hand and actually tries to pry him off of Panther, and after a brief moment of struggle, Superstar releases...at which point he's met with a shove to the chest from Panther-- **CRACK** --AND RESPONDS with another HARD slap to the face of the 24/7 Champ. The crowd boos wildly in the background as Superstar cockily backpedals out towards the center of the ring, inviting Panther to come in to attack him. Panther keeps his cool, however, merely shrugging off the blow before calmly walking back out towards the center of the ring, where he squares off against Superstar once again. There's a bit more trash talk between the two in the center of the ring, as Panther implores SS to tie it up once more. Superstar obliges his request with a STIFF~! collar-and-elbow tie-- **THUD** Coach: DAMN! Superstar shoves Panther HARD to the mat, bouncing the back of his head off the canvas. The crowd boos as Superstar shows off a double bicep. Meanwhile, Panther rolls back to a kneeling position, shakes out the cobwebs, then climbs back to his feet, where he begins to circle Superstar. Caboose: What I tell ya, Cole?! Panther is no match for the Superstar! Cole: It's early, Caboose! A mere shove off doesn't win you a match. Caboose: Well it's showing me that Panther doesn't know how to handle Superstar! I mean, really! He's a a lightweight! Panther's strength is in his speed and quickness, yet he's trying to match power with the man! Cole: Well...maybe he knows something. I dunno...it's difficult to judge when you're not in that ring. Caboose: Yeah, well, I'll tell you something I do know: if Panther keeps on wrestling like this, he'll find himself on the losing end very quickly...right Coach? Coach: I've gotta agree with you there. Now on the opposite side of the ring, Panther implores Superstar for another lockup, again, drawing laughter from the OAOAST veteran. Superstar waves him on, and, with a look of anger and determination in his eyes, Panther steps in...and they lock up ONE MORE TIME! The two jockey for position, with Panther trying to shove Superstar back...planting his right foot in front of him to get some more leverage...AND IT APPEARS TO BE WORKING! Superstar is driven off balance, stumbling to regain his footing. Panther pushes more, driving Supes back a couple more steps, and the crowd, noticing Panther's effort, starts to get into it. They begin stomping and clapping in unison as Panther pushes Supes back another step...but he comes right back and sends Panther back a couple of steps. Panther plants his foot once again, pushing Superstar back another step...then Superstar pushes back, sending Panther back a step...and another step...and another...and another...and the crowd begins to boo, as it becomes apparent that Panther, despite all his effort, is no match for Superstar in the strength department. Panther keeps on fighting though, and as Superstar drives him close to the buckle, Panther places his left foot on the bottom rope for leverage...then the right. He then climbs up another rung, to the point where he's actually sitting on the top turnbuckle, with the collar-and-elbow tie-up still applied. Official: Break it you two! C'mon...1...2...3...4... They break on four, and Superstar takes a slight step back, holding his hands into the air to signify a clean break. He turns to the referee for approval, when suddenly... **CRACK** Panther turns his head with a HARD right hand slap! The crowd goes "OOOOH", and Superstar, stunned, holds his left cheek. Before SS can shake his head, snap his fingers and say "OH NO...YOU DIDN'T!"... **CRACK** Panther slaps him across the face once again. **CRACK** A third slap spins him around and sends him stumbling in the opposite direction, drawing a pop from the crowd. Infuriated, Superstar turns back towards Panther and charges at him with a full head of steam... ...but Panther stands upright on the second rope, leaps over his foe as he comes in, and runs out to the center of the ring. Panther quickly runs to the ropes, and when he rebounds, Superstar charges back out to middle of the ring and tries for a clothesline, which Panther ducks. Panther then hits off the other side, this time ducking a roundhouse kick as he comes off and runs to the other side. This time, as he comes off, Panther slides through the legs of Superstar, managing to catch both hands on the way through. Now behind Superstar, Panther yanks on his arms, flipping him over into a seated position, and in a quick motion, Panther criss crosses both of SS's arms around his neck, and wrenches back on a criss cross choke. The crowd pops in the background as Superstar tries to find a way of escape. Coach: Nice move by Panther! Cole: He's got this submission hold locked in on Superstar. It could be over right here, gang! Caboose: No way! No way he beats Caboose here...see! No sooner than he spoke, Superstar tugs his right arm away from Panther, then does the same with the left. Panther quickly cinches up a reverse chinlock, but before he really has a chance to lock it in, Superstar spins out, goes behind Panther, and from his knees, locks the 24/7 Champion in a rear waistlock. Panther prys at Superstar's hands, desperately trying to escape the grip, but it's to no use, as Superstar climbs back to his feet, and drives Panther forward into the turnbuckle. Superstar immediately goes to work, driving repeated shoulders into the back of the Champion of Champions, each one causing Panther to grimace in pain. Superstar then drags Panther out of the buckle, tucking his head under his left armpit and once again locking his hands around Panther's waist. Coach: We could be getting set for a Backdrop driver, here! That's exactly what he's going for-- Cole: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!! Mid move, Panther backflips out, going up and over Superstar's shoulder and landing on his feet behind him, where he catches him with a well-placed dropkick, sending him facefirst into the top turnbuckle. Superstar staggers backwards, somewhat dazed, allowing Panther to grab a rear waistlock of his own, and take Superstar over with a huge GERMAN SUPLEX...NO BRIDGE! ALL IMPACT! Cole: German suplex by Panther! This crowd is on its feet! Indeed. The crowd pops big for the move, as Panther springs back to his feet, and shoots an intense glare into the main camera. Meanwhile. Superstar rolls over onto his knees, trying to regain his bearings. He pulls himself back up to one knee...then to his feet, then he LUNGES for Panther, misses with a wild clothesline, only to be taken up an over with ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX, the force of which causes him to roll backwards onto his knees, then fall flat onto his face as the crowd pops in the background. Panther springs back to his feet once again, and he's FIRED UP, damn it! He motions to the crowd to "get up", before turning back to Superstar and motion for him to do the same. The crowd once again begins cheering and stomping in the background as Panther vehemently yells at Superstar to get up! He's almost begging him to get up as Superstar slowly pulls himself back up to his knees...then up to one knee...then back to a standing position. Panther wastes no time in slipping behind Supes and grabbing another waistlock, attempting to take him over yet again... ...BUT IT'S BLOCKED!!! Superstar counters the move, firing off reverse elbows to the jaw of Panther, causing him to loosen his grip. Standing switch and go behind by Superstar, and he tries for a German suplex of his own... ...BUT IT'S BLOCKED!!!! Superstar tries it again, but Panther shoots his legs back (almost grabbing a bodyscissors) and rolls forward, taking Superstar over in a modified victory roll... 1.... 2... NO! Only a two! Panther quickly gets back to his feet. Superstar attempts to do the same, but Panther cuts him off with a double axehandle to the back of the head, knocking him to his knees. Panther then begins to go to work, hammering down with repeated right hand elbows to the back of the neck of Superstar. Panther then stradles Superstar's back, placing his left hand under his chin and his right hand around his head and twisting off, wrenching his neck in the process. Superstar falls forward, clutching the back of his neck, and he attempts to crawl away from Panther, but catches a swift boot to the back of the neck for his troubles. Panther follows up with another boot, then reaches down, using a handful of hair to pull Superstar back up to his knees. Again, Panther places his hands around the chin and forehead of Superstar, and after firing off three right hands to the bridge of the nose, Panther twists off once again, again causing Superstar to fall forward in pain. Coach: Panther's attacking the neck of Superstar. Cole: He may be trying to soften him up for the Panther Cutter...perhaps even Da Bomb. Sound strategy by the 24/7 Champ! Superstar crawls into a near corner, using the ropes to pull himself back up as the referee tries to hold Panther back from attacking. Once Superstar reaches his feet, Panther, smelling blood, shoves the official aside and follows him into the buckle, where he begins to stomp away at the midsection of the former 24/7 Champion. Then, as Superstar doubles over in pain, Panther grabs a side headlock and begins to wrench back on the hold, putting as much pressure on Superstar's head and neck as he possibly can. With the headlock still applied, Panther drags him out to the center of the ring, still cinching up on the neck. Suddenly, Superstar shoves off, sending Panther crashing shoulder first into the buckle, and after taking a moment to crack his neck, Superstar charges in at Panther, only to be met with a reverse elbow to the jaw that sends him staggering back out to the center of the ring. Panther measures the dazed Superstar, and as he attempts to regain him bearings, Panther comes at him, firing off an attempted Superkick, but Superstar ducks and Panther's momentum takes him up and over his head. Panther quickly turns back to Superstar just in time to see him moving in with a superkick of his own. Panther ducks to avoid the blow, but Superstar stops mid-move, shifting onto his other leg, and nailing him in the back of the head of the head with a devastating enzuiguri!! Cole: Dear God! What a shot by Superstar. Coach: He damn near took his head off. The force of the blow knocks Panther forward and into the ropes, at which point, Superstar pounces on the fallen 24/7 Champion, viciously pounding away with forearms and knees to the top and the back of the head. He then reaches down and grabs two handfuls of Panther's hair, using it to pull him to a kneeling position. Panther struggles to free himself from Superstar's grasp, but it's to no use, as he bends Panther's neck back, rears back and drives the point of his elbow right into the forehead of the Champ of Champs! He repeats this move three more times before placing his left hand up under Panther's chin, wrapping his right hand across, and twisting off on Panther's neck, drawing loud boos from the crowd as Panther falls forward and hit the canvas. Caboose: Superstar's returning the favor from earlier on! I love it! Isn't that nice? Panther tries to crawl away from Supes, but a swift kick to the gut turns him over onto his back. Superstar follows it up with a hard stomp, driving the flat of his boot into the face of Panther. Superstar then taunts the crowd, drawing a chorus of boos as Panther rolls around on the mat in pain. Panther rolls over onto his knees, again attempting to pull himself back up, but Superstar is right on him with another hard stomp to the head. Handful of hair brings Panther back to his feet, and Superstar fires off a knee lift that catches him right in the forehead! A second one catches Panther right under the jaw, sending him staggering back to the buckle, as Superstar looks on with a sinister smile on his face. Superstar then moves in on Panther, catching him with a vicious open hand strike to the chest....a second strike echoes throughout the arena. Superstar then whips Panther across the ring and follows him into the opposite buckle. However, upon reaching the corner, Panther runs up to the top rope, moonsaults up and over the charging Superstar and lands on his feet in the center of the ring. Panther then runs at Superstar, who, after turning to spot Panther, catches the 24/7 Champ coming in with a back drop that sends him up and over the top rope... Cole: Oh! He landed on the apron! Panther landed on the apron! Indeed. In the midair, Panther manages to grab the top rope and land on the ring apron. However, upon landing, Panther appears to have injured his right knee! Panther limps towards the middle of the apron, all the while trying to shake his right leg loose. Superstar notices Panther favoring the leg, then runs at him, attempting to catch him with a clothesline, but Panther ducks... **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOO~! ...and catches him with a hard knife-edge chop from the apron! **CRACK** Crowd: WHOOO~! A second chop by Panther! He then reaches over the top rope, grabs Superstar by the head and hooks him in a front facelock. He then flings his right arm over the back of his neck and... Caboose: Oh no! Wait a minute! Cole: Panther's got him hooked! Don't tell me he's gonna...he's not gonna suplex him out to the floor, is he?! That's exactly what Panther is thinking, but when he tries to lift Superstar... Caboose: HE CAN'T GET HIM! No! Panther can't find the strength to take him up and over. He tries it a second time, and again, is unable to lift Superstar. This time, Panther releases his grip, grimacing in pain as he shakes his right leg a second time! Superstar quickly seizes the opportunity, catching Panther with a swift kick right to his right kneecap...a second kick to the knee causes Panther reach down and clutch his injured knee, nearly tumbling forward from the apron in the process. As Panther struggles to maintain his balance, Superstar takes a couple of steps back and charges Panther, catching him with an elbow to the side of the head that sends him flying from the apron (still clutching his knee, mind you) and landing knee first on top of the steel barricade! Coach, Caboose and Cole: OH MY GOD~! Chants of "Holy shit" echo throughout the arena as Panther falls to the ringside mats clutching his injured knee close to his chest. Meanwhile, in the ring, the referee attempts to hold Superstar back as he puts the count down on Panther. Cole: Ladies and gentlemen...oh my goodness, I can't believe... Coach: Did you see that?! Hell, did you hear that?! Cole: I saw and heard it alright. Panther's knee smashing hard off that barricade, and damn it, Panther's leg may be broken into a thousand pieces! Caboose: This has gotta be it right here! There's no way...there's absolutely no way Panther's coming back from this...I don't think I've ever seen anything like that in all my years...and his leg is broken I think! Cole: Unfortunately, you may be right! On the floor, Panther tries to scramble back to his feet to beat the count, but quickly crumbles back to the floor as he knee collapses underneath him. Panther then tries a second time to pull himself back to a standing position, but again, his knee collapses, and he falls to the floor, clutching the injured knee and screaming in pain. Realizing the severity of the injury, the referee slides out to the floor to check on Panther. He kneels down at Panther's side, and after briefly conferring with the 24/7 Champion, the official then stands, looks back to the locker room, holds up his arms in an "X" fashion, then quickly returns back to Panther's side. The fans begin to boo in the background as a group of trainers and HeldDOWN~! officials make their way out to ringside. Cole: Oh no! Oh no! Say it ain't so! Tell me it's not gonna end this way! Not with an injury! Caboose: Well...it looks like that's exactly what's happening. I honestly think Panther broke his leg on that one. Coach: Damn. You've gotta feel for Panther here. Panther...probably the biggest night of his career so far. A chance to get a shot at the World Championship, and then something like this happens. Caboose: Hey, look on the bright side...this is GREAT for Superstar! Cole: Oh stop it! Fans, we've got officials attending to Panther on the outside...hopefully...I'm not sure what's going on, but hopefully he's ok. Right now, we've gotta take a quick commecial break. When we return...I dunno what's gonna happen. Stay with us... ***COMMERCIAL*** When the break ends, Panther is back inside the ring, lying flat on his back as Superstar repeatedly stomps his injured right knee. The crowd is LIVID in the background! Cole: Fans, we're back, and what we just saw during the commercial break was one of the most sickening displays I've ever seen! Caboose: It was absolutely great! Take a look at the replay! ***DURING THE BREAK*** Cole: Fans, this was the scene. Panther was down on the arena floor. He was hurt...we thought the match would be stopped, when there you see Superstar out to the floor...we THOUGHT he was coming to the aid of Panther! Caboose: You may have thought it! That nitwit Coach may have thought it, but *I* knew the truth all along! He was just suckering Panther in...and look at that! Cole: Superstar...pretending to help Panther back to the locker room, but instead...right there! You see him lift Panther up and drop him knee first across the steel stairs...not once...BUT TWICE, DAMN IT!!! HE DID IT TWICE! What a worthless, poor excuse for a human being! Caboose: I said it before, and I'll say it again! Superstar is GOLD~! tonight! He's got that killer instinct! He refuses to be denied, and I predict that in one week's time, Cole, this man will have his chance to receive the ULTIMATE gold! The OAOAST World Title! There's your #1 contender right there! The HeldDOWN~! logo scrolls across the screen as we cut back to LIVE ACTION, as Superstar has Panther trapped in the corner with his injured knee draped over the middle rope, and he's just pulling on the knee, causing Panther to scream in pain. The referee rushes in and calls for the break. Official: 1...2...3...BREAK IT! Superstar backs off with a slight smile, once again with his hands raised above his head to signify a clean break. Panther's breathing heavily in the buckle as he clutches his injured knee. Suddenly, Superstar comes back in and fires a hard kick right to Panther's knee cap. And another one. He then removes Panther's knee from the middle rope, tucking his right foot under his left arm and using it to drag the injured wrestler out to the center of the ring, with Panther vainly swinging his arms in Superstar's direction in an attempt to escape. Once in the center of the ring, Superstar takes Panther over with a dragon screw, whipping him over with such force, that Panther does two rotations and lands on his stomach. Superstar's not done, though, as he holds onto the injured leg, using it to drag Panther back to a somewhat vertical base. Hopping on his left leg, Panther turns back to Superstar and takes another vain swing at him, but Superstar laughs at Panther's pathetic attempt to defend himself. He tugs on Panther's leg a bit, attempting to hyperextend it, then takes him over once more with another vicious dragon screw, this one putting Panther flat on his back. Again, Superstar holds onto Panther's injured leg, climbing back to a standing position and cinching up on the leg right at the knee. Panther kicks at Superstar with his left leg, but it's swatted away, and Superstar proceeds to lift Panther back up onto the back of his neck...turn him over... and... and... Panther tries to fight it... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT.... SUPERSTAR SITS DOWN ON THE HALF BOSTON CRAB!!!! The crowd boos wildly as Superstar cinches back up on the hold, and Panther screams in pain on the mat. Cole: Half crab!!! Half crab by Superstar!!! Coach: This could be all right here! Caboose: Calvin...say hello to the Superstar!!! Superstar grits his teeth and wrenches back on the knee as Panther wriths in pain on the mat, desperately clawing at the bottom rope. In the background, the fans begin stomping and chanting once more, and chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" begin to echo throughout the arena. The camera does a close up on Panther, who, after taking a deep breath, places both palms on the mat, and uses what upper body strength he has to push up off the canvas to relieve some of the pressure from the hold. He then tries to pull himself to the ropes, hand over hand, and the cheers and stomping get louder and louder. Cole: This crowd is making a lotta noise! They're trying to will Panther out of this hold. Panther's trying as hard as he can to escape the hold. Can he do it?! Caboose: Of course not, Cole. Panther just doesn't have the strength to break the hold. He doesn't have the ability...hell, I guess you can say he doesn't have what it takes to run with the best of the OAOAST! Coach: Well he's damn sure trying! Look. Panther's almost at the bottom rope, and has his hand extended...grasping for it...but before he can reach it, Superstar releases the hold. He rolls Panther onto his back, grabs him by the right ankle and drags him out to the center of the ring, where he drops an elbow right into the insertion of Panther's knee, causing him to cry out in pain. Back to a standing position, Superstar once again tugs at Panther's leg to hyperextend it, then drops another elbow to the knee. At this point, the official kneels over to Panther to ask him whether or not he can continue. Panther responds by shoving the official away, drawing a small pop from the crowd. Now back to his feet once again, Superstar stomps down upon the injured knee of Panther. He does it a second time. Panther rolls over onto his stomach, attempting to buy some time by crawling towards the ropes, but Superstar grabs the ankle once again and drags him back out to the center of the ring, where he places the flat of his boot at the back of Panther's right knee, lefts the injured leg into the air, then stomps down on it, sandwiching his knee between Superstar's boot and the canvas. Again, Panther screams in pain as he clutching at the injured limb. Caboose: Superstar is taking that knee apart piece by piece. Coach: If it wasn't broken before, it may be broken now. Caboose: And it's only gonna get worse from here. Panther rolls onto his back yet again, at which point Superstar grabs the left leg, turns into it with a spinning toe-hold... Crowd: WHOOO~! ...and attempts to grab the right leg to turn it into a figure four leglock, but Panther boots him in the chest, sending him back a few steps. Undaunted, Superstar grabs the leg once again and turns into another spinning toe hold, at which point, Panther grabs him by the head and pulls him down... Cole: Oh! Inside cradle by Panther!!!! What an upset this could be... 1... 2... THR--NO!!! Superstar kicks JUUUUUUST before the count of 3. He springs back to his feet, runs back over to Panther and again stomps down on the right knee. He does it a second time. He grabs the ankle once again, yanks on it one more time, and drops another elbow into the insertion of the knee. Cole: Panther's just unable to catch break here. Caboose: Untrue, Cole. I'm sure that leg'll be breaking at any time now. It could be right here. Superstar climbs back to his feet, and again tries for the figure four, but Panther desperately attempts to fight it off, more violently than he did the two prior attempts. Then, Panther uses just about every ounce of strength in his body, he presses both feet into the chest of Superstar, and again pushes him off, propelling Superstar backwards, sending him crashing HARD off the turnbuckles. Superstar's head whips violently when he makes contact the buckles, making him somewhat groggy. He staggers out of the corner and out to Panther (who's lying spread eagle on the canvas), then falls forward... ...BUT Panther raises his right foot at the last second, causing Superstar to land facefirst on the bottom of his boot, then fall to the canvas. Superstar is down, and the crowd once again cheers in the background, but in the process of delivering the last move, Panther jammed his injured leg, and once again writhes in pain on the canvas. With both men down, the official stands over them, and proceeds to count both men out... 1.... 2... 3... 4... Superstar begins to stir. 5... Panther begins crawling over to the bottom rope. 6... Superstar does the same. 7... Panther grabs a hold of the bottom and middle ropes, and begins to pull himself back to a standing position. 8... The ref halts the count at 8, as Panther pulls himself back up to a standing position, then staggers back into a nearby turnbuckle clutching his knee. On the opposite side of the ring, Superstar, still trying to shake loose the cobwebs, pulls himself back to his feet. Upon spotting him, Panther limps out to the center of the ring, stepping as gingerly as possible to avoid putting pressure on the injured knee. When Superstar reaches his feet, Panther darts after him. However, Superstar sees Panther coming, and when Panther comes in, he sidesteps him, catches him by the back of his jersey and the waistband of his shorts and sends Panther SAILING over the top rope and to the outside, where his knee smacks hard off the thin mats at ringside. The crowd boos wildly as Superstar falls to the mat, holding his arms up in victory. Cole: Oh my goodness! Superstar sends Panther up and over the top rope!!! Just like Panther did to him at Anglepalooza! Caboose: Oh yes, Cole! This thing has just come full circle between Panther and Superstar, and how ironic would it be if that one move right there was the move that ended Panther's championship hopes? Coach: I dunno. How ironic would it be?! Cole: I dunno, but right now, Panther is down once again on the outside. He is hurt, and he could be on the verge of being counted out here. The referee's count is up to 3 as Panther tries to push himself back to his feet, but again, his knee crumbles underneath his weight. Panther bangs the ringside mats in frustration, then rolls over onto the mat, looking up at the lights in dispair. Caboose: Hey...hey, I think he's giving up. Panther's actually gonna give this thing up! That seems to be the case, as he just lies there on the floor with a sombre look on his face, as the referee's count reaches 5. In the ring, Superstar walks over to the ropes by Panther, leans over and begins to taunt the fallen wrestler, prompting the ref to push him back out to the center of the ring, delaying the count somewhat. It really doesn't seem to matter, though, as Panther just continues to lie there, his spirit broken. Suddenly, the chants start up once again. "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" Starting out slightly, then spreading throughout the arena, as the fans begin clapping and stomping yet again. After a couple of moments of arguing with Superstar in the ring, the official returns back to the ropes and picks up the count at 6. But by now, the surging crowd seems to be getting to Panther. Panther sits up, then scours the arena...a look of intensity building in his eyes. He grits his teeth and turns over onto his knees, attempting to push himself up to his feet as the ref hits 7. Panther's knee buckles, and he goes back down to one knee. The official's count reaches 8, as Panther desperately crawls over to the ring apron, as Superstar smugly looks on from the ring. Coach: You'd better hurry up, Panther. Only two more numbers left! Caboose: There's NINE~! The crowd is now at a fever pitch as Panther pulls himself back onto the ring apron... BUT HE FALLS BACK TO THE FLOOR~! The crowd lets loose a collective gasp as Panther quickly scrambles back to his feet, and with one last ditch effort, he lunges onto the apron, and manages to roll back into the ring JUST BEFORE THE REFEREE REACHES THE COUNT OF 10 BY GAWD!!!!!!!! Cole: He made it! He made it! Caboose: But watch Superstar! Superstar's right on him when he gets back into the ring, hammering down upon him with repeated elbows to the back of the head. Superstar grabs a handful of hair and pulls Panther back to his feet, at which point he tucks his head underneath Panther's right armpit, bends back Panther's right knee with his left hand, then lifts Panther high into the air and drops Panther's knee onto his knee. Superstar lifts Panther a second time, then drives him across the knee once again, causing Panther to scream in pain. When Superstar puts Panther down, he stumbles back into the near buckle. Superstar follows him in, catching Panther with another hard kick to the injured knee. And another. Superstar grabs Panther's injured leg, drapes it over the middle rope, and fires off repeated kicks to the knee before the referee steps in and shoves him back out to the center of the ring. Frustrated, Superstar rolls his eyes and shoves the referee aside, drawing boos from the crowd. Now with his eyes firmly fixed on Panther, Superstar wipes the sweat from his brow and charges in at Panther... ...but at the last moment, Panther, whose right leg was already draped over the middle rope, swings his left leg through as well, hopping out onto ring apron as Superstar goes between the top and middle turnbuckles, running HEADFIRST into the steel ringpost! Superstar immediately staggers back, falling flat on his back in front of Panther, parallel with the ring ropes. Then, Panther scours the arena with a look of intensity in his eyes, and after shaking off his injured leg, he clutches the top rope, leans back and propells himself into the ring and onto the chest of Superstar. Panther falls back into the cover and reaches for Superstar's far leg. The referee counts... Crowd: 1....2....3!!!!!!!!!!!!! Caboose: NO!!!!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!! HE GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPE!! Cole: DAMN IT! The crowd boos loudly after that one, and the frustration begins to build in Panther's face. He punches at the canvas, grabs Superstar by the hair and proceeds to pull both he and himself back to a standing position. When they reach their feet, Panther drags him out to the center of the ring and locks on a 3/4 headlock, causing the crowd to clamor... ...but Superstar quickly shoves off, sending Panther into the ropes. When Panther comes off, Superstar ducks the head, but Panther catches in a front facelock. He tosses his right arm over his shoulder, hooks his leg with his left hand, and tries for the Pantherplex--NO!!!!!! Superstar counters with the small package... 1... 2... NO!!!!!! PANTHER REVERSES!!!!! 1... 2... SUPERSTAR KICKS OUT AT TWO~! Superstar beats Panther back to his feet, and attempts to grab the 24/7 Champion by the hair, but catches a short jab to the midsection for his troubles. A second one doubles him over. Panther then climbs back to a standing position and locks on another 3/4 headlock. Cole: Panther Cutter coming up... NO! Superstar shoves off a second time, this time, lifting Panther into the air and sending his injured right knee crashing up against the top turnbuckle. Panther stumbles backwards, again favoring the injury, at which point Superstar comes up from behind with a rear waistlock, tucks his head under Panther's left armpit and takes the Champ of Champs up and over with a DANGEROUS (SO DANGEROUS~!)... Cole: BACKDROP DRIVER~! The crowd boos loudly as Superstar staggers back to his feet and stumbles into the ropes--perhaps the effects of running into the post beginning to catch up with him. He once again wipes the sweat from his brow, then looks down at Panther, who's lying in an awkward position on the canvas, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Caboose: My God, I think he killed him. Superstar breathes a sigh of relief, then points down at Panther's fallen body and signals for the end. Cole: You're kidding me. Not this! After all this kid has suffered throughout this match, don't tell me... Caboose: Yes, Michael Cole. Star Power is coming up! He walks out to the center of the ring and grabs Panther by the hair and tries to yank him up from the canvas...but Panther is dead weight. Coach: He's out like a light! Superstar then reaches down, grabbing Panther under his armpits, and muscling the unconscious wrestler back to a vertical...well...a semi-vertical base. Then, he turns Panther around so that he's facing him, and scoops him up over his shoulder, preparing to put the Champ of Champs out of his misery... ...BUT NO!!! Panther's dead weight proves to be to much for Supes, and he drops him forward onto the mat. The crowd boos in the background as Superstar staggers back into the ropes to catch his breath. Coach: Why doesn't he just pin him?! Panther's out! Caboose: I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're right, Coach! Superstar, you've got it won! The title match is yours! PIN HIM!!!! But he DOESN'T pin him. He's determined to hit Panther with one last move to put him away for good. He again grabs Panther under his armpits, muscles his lifeless body off the canvas, and once again scoops Panther up over his shoulder for the Star Power. However, Panther's dead weight causes him to lose his balance, stumbling backwards a couple of steps, then tumbling forward towards the canvas, at which point, Panther suddenly comes to life, hooking his leg on the way down, and rolling him over into a pinning combination... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!! **DING DING DING** **Cue "State Prop" Announcer: Here is your winner...and #1 Contender for the OAOAST World Championship...PAAAAAAANTHERRRRRR!! Superstar sits up on the canvas, his eyes wide open in disbelief as Panther stumbles back to his feet, and the referee raises his right hand into the air as the crowd cheers and takes pictures in the background. Panther then limps over to the far corner and collapses into the top turnbuckle as Superstar bangs against the mat in frustration, then rolls out of the ring and to the outside. Cole: Unbelievable, folks! Panther has done it. Panther has just gotten an upset victory over Superstar, and that means next week, live on HeldDOWN~!, he gets to challenge for the World Championship against Calvin Szechstein!!! Panther!!! Panther!! Panther...................................DAMN IT~! Caboose: Yeah, damn it is right. I don't understand it, Michael! Superstar had it! He had Panther beat! Why didn't he go for the cover?! Cole: Well, whether or not he would've gotten Panther after the backdrop driver, we'll never no. Not on this occasion. All that matters is right now, Panther's got a shot at the title. Panther's got a shot to achieve his goal of being the best, and beating the best in the OAOAST, and I'm glad to see it. Coach: Yeah, big up to my man Panther on this one! Caboose: Ah...screw you guys. Cole: For the Coach and Caboose, I'm M.C.! Tune in next week! ::Panther limps back out to the center of the ring, where's he's presented with the recovered (THANKFULLY) 24/7 Championship belt. He raises that high above his head, and the cameras flash in the background. The HD! logo flashes on screen and we fade out. C-ya next week!::

The following is a message from the American dream, Dusty Rhodes (Dusty Rhodes is shown on screen, sitting on chair against a pitch black background) Dusty Rhodes: The American dream here. Growin up digging ditches and unclogging toilets as the son of plumber down in Texas, I seen some bad people and I seen some good people. But, I ain't never seen none badder than Ragdoll n' Damaramu and I ain't never seen none gooder than Crystal n' Zack Malibu. Tonight the world is focused on dem, dadday. As they gonna collide like only dey can and put hard times on eachotha, for da first ever Match Maker's Mayhem. The HeldDOWN muthaship'll will fly higher than ever before as they travel down a road few of us will ever see. Friend Vs friend, foe Vs foe. Dadday, this is gonna be something special. Don't let us down. (fade out) OAOAST HeldDOWN~! IS LOVE! (The Emmy winning opening video plays to should’ve won a grammy “Trust me” by Lucy Woodward. This time, clips of various superstar couples have been added to the montage. After the video finishes, we’re taken to a jam packed arena and the opening pyro EXPLODES!) (The pyro settles leaving a smokey haze over the arena. The camera pan’s across fans getting a shot at their less than creative signs. The camera stops to focus on a disgustingly obese audience member holding a sign that says “Zack Malibu’s personal lollipop.” Ooookay then! Anyway, we’re shortly taken to Sofa Central) Michael Cole: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the most exciting show on television, OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Tonight HeldDOWN is love and romance is in the air! We’re coming to you live from the sold out Compaq Center in San Jose, California! I’m Michael Cole, joined by Caboose and...hey! Where he’d go? (Coach comes running to the announce table carrying two cotton candies, a case of nachos, a large Mountain Dew, a jumbo Popcorn and a giant pretzel! He clumsily slides into his seat and spills soda all over Da Booze!) Coach: Sorry gangsters. The concession stand line was a mile thick! Caboose: That’s mile long, nimrod. Mile long! And you spilled sugar water all over my pants! Coach: Want me to use my tongue to wipe it up, my sweet baboo. Caboose: You’re dead. Cole: Boys, leave the fighting to the wrestlers. Speaking of wrestler’s what’s our first match? Caboose: Our first match isn’t a match. It’s an interview with Ragdoll. We’re going backstage to J.Math. (Cut to J.Math!) JOSH Thanks, Sofa Central...Fans, I am standing beside one of the most deranged, most twisted, most feared, and most hated wrestler the OAOAST has ever seen...the one and only Ragdoll...Ragdoll, thank you very much. -The camera pans over to show Ragdoll, smoking a cigarette of course, leaning against the wall. He wears a black "True Art Tattoo Parlor" sweatshirt, black jeans, and a black backwards baseball cap. His eyes are distant as they look completely past Josh and off towards whatever. There is an awkward silence as the camera pans back to Josh, who looks at the camera and shrugs. JOSH Uh...Ragdoll...wo...would you care to explain your absence...you missed about three weeks. -Ragdoll turns his head slowly towards Josh and smiles slightly. Its not a happy smile, mind you...it's more a sadistic smile. JOSH ....ah shit... -Ragdoll slowly pushes himself off of the wall and walks towards Josh, causing the young lad to step back. RAGDOLL ...Have you ever been in rehab, Nidia? JOSH I... RAGDOLL Have you ever had to go to a place...where people in nice suits and pretty dresses act like they care about your well-being...but in actuality, all they really give a damn about is how you pay the bill? JOSH ...well...no... RAGDOLL Oh don't lie, Maven...of course you have. You work in the wrestling business. The higher-ups act like they want you to get clean - in this case, Northstar - but all they REALLY care about is how you bring them revenue. The OAOAST is the gay brother of rehab, in all honesty. JOSH Mr. Baker...none of that is true...GM Northstar cares 100% about his wrestlers well-being. RAGDOLL Cut the shit, Jackie...you know just as well as I do that not a single person in this FUCKING company gives a damn about me. I had a serious problem, and not a single person extended a hand to me... JOSH .... RAGDOLL ...but you know what hurt the most? The King of Nice...Zack Malibu...turned a deaf ear to my pleas of help. Do you have any idea how many times I called him asking for help? I thought that this was the guy that would help anyone, includng me. I guess I was wrong though, wasn't I, Josh? I realized during my stay in rehab...Zack only helps those that will help his career. Well, you know what? Fuck him. He will pay for being such a selfish bastard...he will bleed...he will cry...and I will laugh my ass off. I will not rest...until I break...Zack's...neck. -WHAM!! Josh suddenly drops to the ground, clutching his jaw. Ragdoll shakes his fist, before reaching off camera. He slowly pulls back...revealing a baseball bat. Josh starts to back away as Ragdoll stalks forward, but is suddenly cut off by Jasmine. JASMINE Austin, baby...put down the bat, please...Josh did nothing to you... RAGDOLL ...you tell Zack...you tell that two-faced son of a bitch his days are numbered... JASMINE Come on sweety...come on... RAGDOLL You tell him, Matthews...you fucking tell him... -with those words, Ragdoll is dragged away by Jasmine. The screen fades to black. (Go to break)

*The camera pans out on a door marked: Staff Only: Weapon Storage. The cameraman pushes the door open to reveal a room stuffed full of every weapon ever used in the OAOAST, CWM is standing next to the broken shards of a table* CWM: This table lying here is the table that Hoff put me through last week. It will lie here broken and forgotten to gather dust and rot. Soon Hoff will have much in common with this table. Because his day is coming. You know, I'll admit I've made alot of threats and alot of promises. I told Hoff to get a will, that I was going to fuck him up worse than I ever was fucked up. So far though I've been writing checks that my ass can't cash. Hoff and Superstar have been one step ahead of me. And now Zack has his own issues to sort out with Ragdoll, so I'm all alone. But that's okay. I don't need ANYONE'S help to deal with Hoff. As for Superstar...well I'm working on a surprise for you so you better start checking over you shoulder kid. I've noticed something else. When I looked Hoff in the eye last night I didn't see quite enough fear in his eyes. I don't think he's taking me seriously enough. That's a big mistake Hoffy Boy. I want you to look into my eyes. *Camera zooms into CWM's eyes. His deep green eyes look like they are about to burst into flames* CWM: Are these the eyes of someone who makes idle threats? I don't think so. You made the biggest mistake of your life time when you turned on me. You managed to piss me off. I want to demonstrate to you how serious I am about beating you. *CWM walks out of Camera view and the camera follows him further back into the storage room where CWM stops in front of a 5 foot tall keg* CWM: This is my beer keg. It's seen me through good times and bad. I sunk every penny I owned into getting this federation started and when it took off I took my first paycheck and bought this. From the Start of the aWo, to it's breakup, to my first title reign, and everything else I've had this. It and that it contains means more to me than anything. Growing up I had no friends. Beer was the only thing I could count on. It still is one of only two things I can count on. The other thing is this... *CWM picks up a rusted Tire Iron, blood still staining it* CWM: This is my weapon of choice. It's never failed me...just like beer. But I've realized something about beer...It's a crutch... *CWM whirls around in the blink of an eye and begins hammer the Beer Keg with the tire iron. It begins to creak and then with a final blow of the tire iron it bursts apart floding the room with beer. CWM turns back to the camera seeminly wiping a tear away.* CWM: The question you have to ask yourself Hoff is if I'm willing to destroy the most precious thing in my life...what will I do when I get my hands on you? *Fade out*

(Return from break) As HeldDOWN is LOVE~ returns from a commercial break, the arena is dressed in splendid fashion, as the OAOAST prepares for its first ever wedding ceremony! Flowers are spread along the ramp, the AngleTron, and the ring, as a beautiful chapel of LOVE~ is set up inside of the ring. “The Wedding Song” continues to play and the fans grow restless, but rest assured, they are ACTUALLY very excited about the wedding! COACH Welcome back to HeldDOWN, fans, and we’re pumped and prepped for the wedding of Big Poppa Poplex! CABOOSE All I can say is thank GOD for Cole being a best man, because I don’t know if I could live with him crying on my shoulder during this shindig. COACH That’s what I’m here for, Boose. Suddenly, Barry Manilow’s timeless classic, “Mandy”, echoes throughout the arena, and, well, the crowd is kind of indifferent as Poplex’s best men and Jenni’s bridesmaids strut down the ramp and enter the ring! Notable appearances are Poplex’s best friends Tarantula-Rhymer and Michael Cole, Jenni’s former transvestite friend Siddhartha, and many of Poplex’s family, including his second cousin twice removed, Billy Bob Poplex, his brother “Howard” Dean Poplex, and his former boyfriend Jake Potter. Finally, behind all of them, Schaeffer slowly walks down to the ring, holding the Word of God in his shaking hands. Tears are freely flowing from the priest’s eyes, as he prepares to send his begotten son onto a new path of life. COACH This is such a moving moment, Caboose, and I’ve never witnessed anything like it. CABOOSE Moving in all the wrong ways, yes. I feel like moving to the nearest bathroom. Schaeffer gets into the ring and takes a microphone, playing with it like a wing-wang before talking. SCHAEFFER Dearly beloved, we are gathered-crap, I knew I forgot something. Allow me to introduce you to the groom! From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 160 pounds, this is Big Poppa Poplex! Village People’s “In the Navy” hits and the crowd EXPLODES as Big Poppa Poplex emerges, clapping along to the beat in his pink tuxedo and sandals! Big Grand Poppa Poplex looks on, swelling with pride as his grandson wears the same sandals he wore as a wrestler. CABOOSE This is ridiculous! Wrestler entrances? Entrance music? Jesus, this is awful! COACH Shut up, Boose, and let me lean on you. Poplex reaches the ring and looks lovingly at Schaeffer, who pats him on the shoulder and starts speaking again. SCHAEFFER Now, introducing the bride! She normally would be accompanied by her father, but he died in a brutal sperm bank massacre, so she is accompanied by a coat rack! This is JENNI! “Here Comes the Bride” plays and the crowd goes lovey-dovey in their cheering as they greet Jenni, the bride! She looks absolutely GLOWING~ as she wears a matching pink dress and sandals. The coat rack isn’t even a burden as she enters the ring and walks up to her man. SCHAEFFER Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the uniting of two bodies…two souls…two lives. I have known Big Poppa Poplex for many a year, since his penis was only two inches long and his voice sounded like Fran Drescher! Yes, that time he asked me to ‘purify’ him in the shower- Poplex simply smiles at Jenni and clears his throat at Schaeffer, who gets the message and continues. SCHAEFFER Right! Like I was saying, as treasurer of the Wing-Wang Gang, I am going to read some bible passages that will guide you two on your way to holy salvation. Isaiah 66:24: “When you see this,” *Schaeffer grabs his penis* “your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like grass; the hand of the Lord shall be known to His servants, and His indignation to his enemies. For behold, the Lord will come with fire and with His chariots, like a whirlwind, to render His anger with fury, and His rebuke with flames of fire. For by fire and by His sword the Lord will judge all flesh; and the slain of the Lord shall be many.” The crowd sits uncomfortably as Schaeffer continues his completely off-topic sermon, but Poplex simply grabs a hold of Jenni’s ass and the two smile lovingly as the old man continues. SCHAEFFER Those who sanctify themselves and purify themselves, to go to the gardens after an idol in the midst, eating swine’s flesh and the abomination and the mouse, shall be consumed together, says the Lord. Now…what was this passage about? It embodies the Wing-Wang Gang as a whole. Jenni, welcome to the Wing-Wang Gang. Now, should anyone have any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace! Silence, besides a few drunken frat boys wishing to marry Poplex. SUDDENLY, Wang Chung’s “Everybody Have Fun Tonight” hits and the crowd goes OMGWTF WILD as…THE SUPERSTAR WALKS OUT!! CABOOSE Finally, some levity! COACH What business does THIS goon have coming out here? CABOOSE …well, Poplex DID call him out last week. As Poplex looks on MADLY IN ANGER~, Superstar produces a microphone and begins speaking. SUPERSTAR I figured I’d use this song because, Jenni, you-*we* know this song ALL too well. Remember last week at the karaoke bar? You’d just been dumped by Siddhartha the Transvestite, and you were drowning your sorrows away. I was pretty sad over losing the night before, so together we got up there and we sang Wang Chung. It was a great night. Especially what happened after that. Tears begin forming in Schaeffer’s eyes. SUPERSTAR Well, you don’t need the details, but we went back to my hotel room and HAD SEX. ROUGH, NASTY SEX. YOU SAID I WAS THE ONE. I really don’t care that you left me, since you’re pretty awful, but it’s the thought that counts. So, Poplex, ask yourself, do you REALLY want to marry someone who’s slept with ME? BPP can only break down sobbing, Michael Cole holding him up. This causes Jenni to burst into sobs, apologizing a million times over to her fiancé. Superstar stops and smiles, but Big Grand Poppa charges from the ring at Superstar, for ruining his grandson’s wedding! BGP swings with a wild punch, but SS easily sidesteps it and kicks BGP in the nuts! Superstar then easily grabs BGP and tosses him right into the steel barrier. BGP starts to breathe heavily, holding his back from the pain. Superstar begins to point and laugh at him, but then notices the ENTIRE POPLEX FAMILY~ running after him. Knowing he’s outnumbered, Supes takes off into the backstage area. All the Poplex’s run after him, with the exception of Billy Bob Poplex, who goes to check on his Grandfather. He notices BGP holding his chest. BILLY BOB POPLEX We need a doctor! Somebody get a doctor! Paramedics rush out to the scene. They place BGP on the stretcher and bring him to the back, with Billy Bob right by his side. In the ring, BPP has composed himself. BIG POPPA POPLEX Jenni…through my gallon of tears, I’ve come to a revelation: I love you, and nothing will change that. I’m full of southern hospitality, and I’m ready to forgive you. As Schaeffer taught me, “Isaiah 43:24: I have held My peace a long time, I have been still and restrained Myself. Now I will cry like a woman in labor, I will pant and gasp at once.” I forgive you, Jenni, as I know you have no more secrets from me. Schaeffer swallows his saliva, and starts to sweat. SCHAEFFER I....I can’t go through with this! The crowd sits in their chairs puzzled. SCHAEFFER Poplex, my dear boy. When I was young, about your age, my life was a disaster. I was an alcoholic. I was a druggie. I remember riding all over the United States with the hells angels on my hog. One day, I was smoking the marijuana, driving along in Atlanta. And then something happened that changed my life forever: A young child, about three years of age, ran across the road. I swerved at the last minute, barely missing the child, and drove right into a truck that was shipping adult entertainment products. I got out of the car, blood running down my face, the sky filled with dildos and porno mags, and at that moment, I realized that I had to change my life forever. That, my son, is when I found God. And after a few months, I was on the right path in life. But after everything I had done to get away from my terrible past, there was one thing I could not escape from: My strong sexual urges. Poplex stands frozen. He knows what Schaeffer is about to tell him, but he can’t believe it. SCHAEFFER You see my boy....last week when you told me about your bride, I just couldn’t wait a week to meet her. I had to check her out, and make sure that she was the right girl for you. Well, I went to her house, and...I...I....just couldn’t control myself. She said that I reminded her of her high school history teacher, and we both started drinking the alcohol, and... Before Schaeffer can finish, Poplex falls to his knees crying. Schaeffer kneels down and hugs him. Everyone in the arena has their mouth wide open, in absolute SHOCK over Schaeffer’s revelation, and in absolute disgust of the image of Schaeffer having sex. Jenni, in tears, runs off, out of the arena. Poplex picks up Schaeffer’s mic. POPLEX Jenni! Jenni! Wait! BPP jumps out of the ring, chasing after his bride to be. Schaeffer tries to follow, and almost kills himself trying to get out of the ring and run up the rampway at the same speed of Poplex. Camera cuts to Poplex’s locker room, where Big Grand Poppa is lying on a table, with Billy Bob on a knee beside him. BIG GRAND POPPA (whispering) How’d it go? BILLY BOB POPLEX (crying) It went good. It was beautiful. BIG GRAND POPPA (whispering) That’s good. That’s....goo.... BGP’s muscles relax, and his head fall to it’s side. A doctor check his pulse and shakes his head. BILLY BOB POPLEX Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Cut to the parking lot. Jenni, in her white wedding gown, tears going down her face, is seen getting in Poplex’s pink pickup truck and driving off in haste. Poplex and Schaeffer BURST~ onto the scene, yelling for Jenni. SCHAEFFER Where did she go? Poplex looks around and sees his pickup in the distance. POPLEX There! There she is! Follow me! Poplex RUNS~ to his limousine and PULLS~ the driver out. He gets in the driver’s seat, and Schaeffer, noticeably out of breathe and sweating buckets, calls shotgun and jumps into the passenger side. Poplex quickly accelerates, speeding out of the parking lot, with a “Just Married” sign hanging off the back of the limo. (Back to Sofazentrale) Coach: What did you think of that segment my, sweet baboo? Caboose: You’re not Sally, I’m not Linus....STOP CALLING ME YOUR SWEET BABOO! In fact stop talking period. Because you always talk with your mouth full and I’m tired of you dropping chilli sauce on my pants. This may be HeldDOWN is love for but Caboose is all about the hate! Coach: Somebody had a visit from his Aunt Flo. Didn’t he? Cole: Coach, don’t go there! Ladies and Gentlemen we've recieved word from the back that CWM is ready to give us some words...from an unusual place.

Cole: How did that no talent bimbo, Jackie Gayda get a job on the show? Caboose: Same way you did, she gives good head. Coach: You’re tooooooooooo funny, my sweet baboo! Caboose: One more time. One more time and you’re dead meat. COACH: I’ll take that bet, my sweet baboo. It is now time for the second match in the Seven Sins Series between the two top, up-and-coming young teams of HeldDOWN~!, St. Andrew's Minions and the Global Party Exchange. MC: Last week, we saw the Minions corner Johnny Jackson and work over his back and neck, leading to Jackson having to tap out to the Cycle to Nowhere. CABOOSE: After the match, Northstar unfairly came onto the big screen and declared this week's match as being "Pinfalls Only", since Johnny was a wussy and tapped out. MC: First off, any man would tap out after being worked over like that and then being put in a submission hold that painful. Second, Northstar's just out to change things up, since seven of the same matches weekly isn't exactly the best way to run a wrestling show. COACH: While you two bitch and moan, let's go to the ring! Buffer, take it away! ("Make Her Say" starts up, and the Global Party Exchange, consisting of Johnny "Jam" Jackson and Scotty Static, come out to a nice ovation. They run around the ring and slap hands with the fans, and then slide into the ring.) BUFFER: The following contest is set for one pinfall, with submission victories barred, and is the second contest in the Seven Sins Best-of-Seven Series. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 407 pounds, from Orlando, Florida, the team of Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson, the Global Party Exchange! CABOOSE: The odds are definately against the GPX tonight, as they have to both play catch-up to get the series tied, plus Johnny's back and neck might still be aching from last Thursday night! ("Pompeii" starts up, and out come Nathaniel and Michael, the Minions, without their leader St. Andrew.) BUFFER: And their opponents...weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 408 pounds; from St. Andrew's Cathedral, they are currently leading in the series one-to-nothing, they are Michael and Nathaniel, the Minions! MC: They showed last week that being without their leader St. Andrew didn't make them any weaker, but as time goes on in this series, when desperate moments come up, will they start trying to rely on their absent leader and therefore cost themselves matches? (bell rings) Michael starts off with Scotty Static, who tells Johnny Jackson to stay in the corner so the Minions can't immediately target him like last week. They lock up, and Michael is able to power Static into a corner. Michael teases a clean break, but then slaps Scotty in the face. Michael backs up, and both men then circle in the center of the ring. They then lock up again, but this time, Static is able to shove Michael into a neutral corner. Static teases a clean break, but in an effort of one-uppsmanship, slaps Michael in the face. Michael angrily charges at Static, but gets dropped with a drop toe hold, which Static seemlessly converts into an Oklahoma roll.............1...............2..........kickout. Both men get back up, and Michael brings Static down with a small package........1........2.....kickout. MC: Fast-paced opening here between the two young break-out stars of the future. Both men get back up, and Static brings Michael down with a snap headlock takedown, but hooks the far leg for a cradle......1......2......kickout. Both men up yet again, and Michael brings Static over for a crucifix pin...........1............2.........Static rolls out. Michael kips up to his feet, and Static catches Michael with a headscissors takedown into a victory roll cradle........1.......2.......Michael rolls backwards so that Static's shoulders are down........1........2.....kickout. Both men back up, and Static catches Michael with a hurricanrana into a cradle pin...........1...........2........Michael rolls it into a sunset flip pin.............1.............2..........Scotty rolls backwards into a jackknife cradle..........1...........2........kickout. Both men back up, and Scotty hooks Michael in a front facelock while dragging him over to the GPX corner. Static then tags in Johnny Jackson, who slingshots himself over the top rope and brings Michael over into an inverted Oklakhoma roll.......1..........2........kickout. Both men back up, and Michael is able to slip behind Jackson to bring him over with a backslide........1......2.......kickout. Both men back up, and Jackson catches Michael with a full nelson, which he then uses to roll Michael over onto his shoulders in a cradle.........1.......2....kickout. Michael then hooks Jackson in an armbar, and pulls him over to the Minions' corner. Michael tags in Nathaniel, who grabs Jackson's arm, and brings him over into a La Magistral cradle..............1..............2........kickout. COACH: These guys are taking the "pinfalls only" stipulation to heart! CABOOSE: For four rookies, they sure do know how to pin you in a crapload of ways! Both men get back up, and Nathaniel connects with an STO takedown, which he then bridges his legs over to use it as a cradle pin...........1..........2........kickout. Both men get back up, and Nathaniel kicks Jackson in the stomach. Nathaniel whips Jackson off to the ropes, and goes for a hiptoss. But, Jackson lands on his feet bridge-style to block it. Nathaniel responds with an inverted Hog Log legdrop, right across Johnny's throat. Nathaniel goes for an immediate cover.............1...........2.......kickout. Nathaniel sits Jackson up, and connects with two stiff toe kicks to the spine while holding onto his head. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up, and connects with a fast scoop slam. Nathaniel then comes off of the ropes, and connects with a Power Drive (Muta-style) elbow drop. Nathaniel then goes for another pin.............1...............2.......kickout. Nathaniel immediately gets up, and while holding Jackson's head down, drops three quick knees on the bridge of Jackson's nose. Nathaniel then drags Johnny over to the Minions' corner, and tags in Michael. Michael slingshots himself to the second rope in the inside corner, and connects with a moonsault. Michael goes for a cover..........1..........2..........Jackson gets his foot on the bottom rope. MC: Looks like the Minions are going back to their gameplan from last week of keeping Jackson in the ring and targeting him alone. COACH: They're also looking to be trying and closing shop early with all of these early pinfalls, but Jackson's not ready to give up yet. Michael pulls Johnny to his feet, and whips him off to the ropes. Michael goes for a clothesline, but Johnny is able to duck. Jackson comes off of the ropes at the other end, and goes for a flying headscissors. However, Michael twirls Johnny back onto his feet, and brings him back with a Russian legsweep. Michael goes for the cover............1...............2...........kickout. Michael pulls Jackson to his feet, and shoves him into the Minion corner. Michael then connects with two front savate kicks, and then climbs the middle rope, and spins around for a back kick, square to Jackson's jaw. Michael rolls back onto his feet, and delivers a devastating jumping knee to Jackson's jaw. Johnny falls to a seated position in the corner, as Michael quickly tags Nathaniel back into the ring. MC: The Minions are showing wisdom far beyond their years here, with the constant quick tags. Michael and Nathaniel utilize their legal five seconds in the ring together by each grabbing a leg of Jackson's, lifting him, and bringing him back with a double seated powerbomb. Michael slides out of the ring as Nathaniel goes for the pin...........1............2.........kickout. Nathaniel pulls Jackson up, and stands him up in a neutral corner, stomach-first. Nathaniel then lifts up the back of Jackson's shirt, and lets loose with four stiff chops, each being harder than the last. Nathaniel then lets loose with a series of forearms to the lower back, ending with a back elbow shot. Nathaniel then hooks Johnny's head in neckbreaker-position, and looks to be attempting a running neckbreaker. However, Jackson grabs ahold of the top rope, and refuses to let go. Nathaniel pulls as hard as he can, but Jackson refuses to let go. Finally, Johnny is able to score with two overhead punches to Nathaniel's face, followed up by climbing up the turnbuckles, and flipping over to drop Nathaniel with a devastating DDT! COACH: The tide might be turning! What a move! Both men are down, and look to be crawling towards their corners as the referee counts them down...................1......................2..............3..........4....... .....5...........Nathaniel's near a tag..........6...........7.....Jackson's within inches........8........Michael makes the tag in, runs about half-way into the ring, and literally dives to grab Johnny Jackson's ankle so he is unable to make the tag. Michael gets to his feet and pulls Jackson to mid-ring. He then drops the elbow on Jackson's back, and follows up by quickly getting to his feet and nailing a standing cannonball senton onto Jackson's back. Michael then hooks Johnny's head and leg, and turns him over for a pin...........1...........2...........kickout. COACH: Despite the Minions' relentless attack on Jackson's back, "Jam" refuses to give in! CABOOSE: If he doesn't just let them pin him soon, they're going to permanently mess up his spine! Michael looks up at the referee in frustration, and then pulls Jackson up to his feet. Michael whips Johnny off to the ropes, and goes for a hiptoss driver. However, Jackson somehow finds the energy to flip his legs so that he can hook Michael's head with them, and bring him over with a hurricanrana out of nowhere. Both men get back up, and Jackson blocks two punches from Michael, retaliating with two right hands of his own. Jackson then whips Michael off to the ropes, and brings him over in a powerslam. However, Johnny makes the rookie mistake of not going for the win, and instead pulling him up to whip him to the ropes. Jackson slides underneath a forearm attempt from Michael, and hooks his arms for the Full Nelson Slam. However, Michael is able to slide his way out of the move, and goes for a standing Yakuza kick. Jackson catches the foot, and spins it around. But, at the same time as Jackson throws a Yakuza kick of his own and connects, Michael spins around with a Dragon whip spinkick, which also connects, as both men go down. COACH: No longer does either side have momentum. The first man to tag out automatically gets the advantage for his team! Both men slowly crawl to their corners, as the referee begins the count.............1...............2...............3............4............5... .......Michael is currently moving faster to his corner than Johnny is to his.........6...........7.........Michael tags in to Nathaniel, who quickly charges into the ring. But, before he's able to grab Jackson, Johnny rolls forward and tags in Scotty Static! Static springboards to the top rope, and connects with a beautiful missile dropkick on Nathaniel. Scotty immediately goes for the cover...........1...........2..........kickout. Static pulls Nathaniel up, and whips him off to the ropes. Static then connects with an incredible no-look jumping heel kick. Scotty hollers, and the crowd starts cheering him more. Static then pulls Nathaniel up, and kicks him in the stomach. Static then springboards to the second rope, and connects with a corkscrew legdrop to the back of Nathaniel's head. MC: Scotty Static has taken over this party! CABOOSE: Please, stop trying to be hip. Static goes for the cover...........1............2...........Michael runs into the ring and breaks it up at the last second. Michael pulls Static up, but Static fights Michael off, and sends him off to the ropes. Static then brings him over with a hurricanrana, which sends Michael outside the ring, under the bottom rope. Static then clutches the top rope, and waits for Michael to get to his feet. When he does, Scotty springboards to the top rope, and connects with a flip press onto Michael! MC: Air Static! Static ends up landing in the front row, and slaps hands with a few fans, before turning around and being plowed over by a corkscrew tope suicida (dive through the ropes) from Nathaniel! As the Minions and Scotty Static get to their feet on the floor, Johnny Jackson, still showing pain in his back and neck region, scoots to the middle of the apron. He then springboards to the middle rope, and hits one hell of an Asai corkscrew flip, onto all three other men! COACH: All four of these guys are showing why they are the new breed in tag team wrestling! CABOOSE: But notice how Jackson landed his dive...his back did connect with the guardrail on the way down, and that is definately not good news for the guy that named himself after a sandwich ingredient. The first two men up from the abyss of bodies are Scotty Static and Nathaniel. Static and Nathaniel trade punches as they climb over the guardrail, but Static ends up blocking two of Nathaniel's punches, and nailing four of his own, leaving him with enough of an advantage to grab Nathaniel's shirt and toss him into the ring. However, as Static tries to climb back into the ring himself, a pair of hands comes up from out of the ring apron, and yank Static by the ankle, underneath the ring. MC: What in the hell...? COACH: Come on! This is wrestling, not magic show B.S.! As this is going on, Johnny Jackson is able to grab Michael by the shirt, and practically drag him from the front row, back into the ring. But, Jackson's unaware that his partner has been pulled out of this match reluctantly, as he puts Michael in a corner, and starts wailing away for the ten-punch series. But, as Jackson gets to six, Nathaniel sneaks behind him, slips in between his legs, and pulls him up and out. Nathaniel headbutts Jackson in the groin, unbeknowingst to the referee, as he picks him up, making Jackson drop to a pilerdriver position. Nathaniel shakes the cobwebs, and then heads up to the top rope, facing the crowd. They're in position as Nathaniel launches off...The Holy Divide! Michael covers Jackson as Nathaniel faces them in a kneeling position and crosses himself............1.............2..............3! MC: The pinfall was academic, but the circumstances are more than a little shady! CABOOSE: What's so shady about a clean pin? Facts are facts...the Minions are now up two-to-nothing! COACH: Where's Scotty Static then? Just then, Static rolls out from underneath the ring, with a cut open on his forehead. A masked man dressed from head to toe in black rolls out from underneath the ring, and joins the Minions on the ramp. The masked man secretly unmasks while the Minions bow before him, giving away that it is, in fact, Saint Andrew who helped the Minions get this win. MC: That bastard! He was banned from ringside and STILL wormed his way into the conclusion of this contest! Just then, HeldDOWN~! GM Northstar appears at the start of the ramp, and he has a mic! NORTHSTAR: Minions, congratulations on your second victory in the Seven Sins Series. But, I'm disappointed in you nontheless. I set this up so you guys and the GPX could make YOURSELVES stars, not have someone come in, interfere, and steal your thunder! Andrew...I banned you from ringside for a reason. I shouldn't have to worry about you interfering next week, since I booked you in a Six-Way Survival match. But, if you stick your nose in the match next week, or any other week, you and your group of Waco Kool-Aid drinkers are FIRED! Now...Minions, another change-up for next week: since you two like targeting Johnny Jackson alone so much to get the win, I'm going to throw a pitchfork into your gameplan. Next week, you will HAVE to focus your energies on both members of the Global Party Exchange, since, in order to win the match, you MUST defeat both of them. That's right...next week, you four will compete in an elimination match! That is all! MC: How about that for messing up the Minions' plan? COACH: Next week might bring a little bit different of a result for the brothers Minion! As the Communion is freaking out on the aisleway, we've got to go to a commercial. More HeldDOWN~! in a few! (Go to break) (Return from break) ::The scene opens backstage with Panther and Tina leaning up against a wall, Panther wearing his red ring gear (with black trim and lettering), a matching bandana around his forehead, and the 24/7 title belt around his waist, and Tina wearing tight black jeans and boots, a red tube top with a black Superwoman "S" on the front and a diamond-studded choker around her neck. They appear to be arguing. At one point, Tina turns to walk away, but Panther grabs her by the arm and pulls her back:: Tina: YOU KNOW...(takes a deep breath) you DO have a match to get ready for tonight! Panther: Tina, I've been trying to get in touch with you all week. You won't answer your phone, your cell phone's disconnected...hell, you've blocked my e-mail...Tina...I just need to know... Tina: What? What do you need to know? Panther: Last week...what Bryte said about you giving me half your paycheck and all that stuff...was that true? ::Tina doesn't answer, and instead cuts her eyes away from him and looks off into the distance.:: Panther:...well...? Tina: (turns back to Panther) Yeah...it's true. Panther: (buries his face in his right hand) Oh...God! Tina: (sighs) I've been using the money to help pay off your bills and what not... Panther: Why? Tina: What do you mean "why"? Panther: Damn it, Tina! We've been through this before! I don't need your help! I don't want your help... Tina: You asshole! ::Panther rolls his eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales deeply before turning back to Tina with a look of ANGER~! and frustration on his face:: Panther: Well, what do I owe you? Tina: Huh? Panther: For the money! You never do something for nothing. Obviously, you want something from me...so what do I owe you? Tina: Panther...look...you don't...(sighs) you don't owe me anything, alright? I mean...it was the least I could do. After all, if it wasn't for me shutting down your fed, you wouldn't have had those financial problems in the first place...and I did kinda wreck your marriage and all. ::Tina's begins to tear up a bit, and the look on Panther's face softens somewhat:: Panther: Ok...ok, but Tina, we've been here since October. Why the hell didn't you tell me? Tina: Why should I? It doesn't change the fact that I pretty much ruined your life. Panther: (sighs) You did not... Tina: Yes I did, Panther. I mean...(sniffles) I think back to all the bad things I used to do to you, Panther...all the times I turned on you, all the times I had you attacked...when I killed your unborn child, and I was proud of it. I didn't have any remorse, because at the time you were a conceited...egotistical asshole. (sniffles) And then last summer we met up again, and you were so...so different. I mean...you had a wife that you really loved...you had those kids that you loved...that you really enjoyed taking care of. You turned into a really nice guy, Panther...and that just made me feel so bad for what I'd done to you. And then to top it off, after all I did, after I came between you and your wife, when I thought you might have gotten me pregnant, you still offered to take care of the baby... ::A tear runs down Tina’s cheek as she continues:: Tina: You looked out for me, despite all the rotton things I'd done to you in the past. And then what do I do? I drag you back into wrestling…make you come to the OAOAST and make you completely miserable. I get you into this mess with Brock Ausstin…get you beaten up, injured…you start to become obsessed with the business all over again, and suddenly you’re turning back into the same self-centered asshole you were before. Panther…that’s why I tried to cost you that match a few weeks back. That’s why I tried to end your career, because I figured while you’d never forgive me for what I’ve done…and I don’t deserve to be forgiven, I don’t, but I thought that if I could get you out of the business, you’d go back to being the same nice guy I met last summer. Without wrestling...hell...without me around to ruin your life, you’d be a better person, and most importantly, you’d be happy…and that’s all I want for you right now. ::At this point, Panther smiles and shakes his head in disbelief. He then puts his arm around Tina and pulls her close, bringing a look of bewilderment to her face:: Panther: (chuckles) Why you gotta make it so hard for me to hate you? Huh? (Tina smirks) Listen, I dunno where you got the impression that I’m miserable, but Tina, right now that couldn’t be further from the truth. See, I’m happy right now. I’m happy here on HeldDOWN~! Hell, look at me. I’m the 24/7 champ. Tonight, I get a chance to challenge for the WORLD TITLE! Things are finally starting to go my way around here, and honestly I haven’t been this happy in a long time.And as far as you ruining my life goes...Tina, you're being too hard on yourself...(sigh) and you know...now that I think about it...I guess I've been a little too hard on you too. I mean…you have kinda gone outta your way to help me out these last few months. I tell you what…let’s take all of this bullshit between us…everything that’s gone on with us in the past, and just forget about. Let’s me and you start over right now… Tina:…you do mean as friends, of course…I mean…because Chris… Panther: Of course. Friends. Tina: Ok….because Chris…(nervous giggle) you know… Panther: Look, damn it, I don't have all night. I've got an important match to get ready for. Do you wanna be friends or not? Tina: (smiles) Yes! Panther: Alright then. ::Panther leans over and gives Tina a big hug. Crowd goes "AWWWW" inside the arena. Panther then lets go, pats Tina on the head, and starts to walk away:: Panther: Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go get ready for my match. Tina: Good luck, Panther. ::Tina wipes the tears from her cheek and smiles as Panther walks off in the distance.:: (Head to break)

(Return from break) (We cut backstage to E!'s very own Jules Asner! She's with GM Northstar and his partner in nefarious evil doings, Damaramu!) Jules Asner: Hello every body! I'm Jules Asner, host of E!'s hit show "Revealed" I'm pulling double duty for the OAOAST and E! by interviewing HeldDOWN General Manager and architect behind the amazing "3 Stages of Hell" movie. How are you, Northstar? Northstar: Well, I have a beautiful fiance, I'm head of the most successful brand of sports entertainment on earth, I have my own reality show in the works and I just bought a new yacht. I'd say I'm doing all right. How bout yourself, love? Jules: I'm fine. Actually, I'm surprised that you're doing so well, considering that there are rumors flying that your employees are unhappy with the production of "3 Stages of Hell". (Northstar laughs nervously) Northstar: Uh, those are just rumors. Yes. They're rumors coming from the keyboards of entertainment journalists with overly active imaginations and to much time on their hands now that Benifer is done. Jules: But, I saw one of your female wrestlers, assault star Josh Duhamel. Northstar: Jules, darling, one grumpy Gus does not an unhappy roster make. The offending party has been talked to and reprimanded. She issued a private apology, which Josh accepted and we're moving on. Everyone is pleased as low fat cherry punch with how the movie is progressing, and the wrestlers just adore the actors. Absolutely adore them. Jules: I hear you're staring to adore one Mrs.Elfman, which is a little odd considering that she's married and you're engaged to the prettiest Maggie Gyllenhaal look alike, Alix Spezia Northstar: Jenna always has and always will have a special place in my heart. I don't see why that should change just because I've slipped the ring on Alley cat's finger. Jules: Fair enough. Who's the big guy behind you? Northstar: Him? That's Damaramu. He's like Vin Diesel, only talented. (They laugh) Jules: You're so witty, you know that? Northstar: I've been told that before. Now, Damaramu is my absolute most favorite wrestler in the whole wide galaxy! If he was a song, he'd be "Baby Girl" by Nelly Furtado. If he was a movie, he'd be "The Sweetest Thing". If he was a mid twentieth century dance, he'd be "Agon" by George Balanchine. If he was a hot brunette, he'd be you! Jules: Thank you. He doesn't say much. Why not? Northstar: He just had a match, so he's pretty tired. He needs to go nighty night! (Laughter) Well, maybe I can get him to talk. Dama, say a few menacing words for us. Damaramu: Jules.....let me ask you something......have you ever felt fear? Jules: Why yes....... Damaramu: I mean true fear.....like the kind that makes you want to cry and wish that it's all a bad dream? The kind that makes life seem surreal? *Damaramu gets real close to Jules as Northstar looks a little nervous* Damaramu: Let me tell you.....that star that assaulted Josh Duhamel......she felt that fear. Ryan Smith, the biggest bitch this world has ever seen feels that fear on a daily basis now. And when I'm the world champion......everyone will feel that fear. *Jules looks like she is about to cry as Damaramu stands up and smiles.* Northstar: Well he certainly is one of a kind! Now back to the movie..... *One of the camera men steps forward now looking down at the camera.* Camera Man: I'm sorry I'm having a little bit of trouble with this camera. Can we cut? Sorry it's just that the little red light went off. Northstar: Let me see that! I took a Film school in college! *The camera man starts to walk off as Damaramu's eyes get real wide and he starts to yell.* Damaramu: YOU SON OF A......... *Damaramu starts to step forward but the camera man swings the camera as hard as he can throwing himself to the ground in the process of putting so much force behind the swing. The side of the camera shatters across Damaramu's face as he falls straight backwards to the ground with blood running down his face.* Jules: What's going on!? Northstar: What do you think you're doing!? *Northstar stands up as the camera man rises to his feet ripping his hat and beard off. Northstar sits in his seat his eyes growing wide with fear as Ryan Smith now stands in front of him.* Ryan Smith(grabbing Northstar by the collar): You keep that god damn camera running and you sit right their Jules! This son of a bitch tried to ruin my life! This son of a bitch has told me that I can no longer wrestler here......and he did it after screwing me over in a match. And that bastard laying on the floor out cold tried to KILL ME! Jules: Is this true Northstar!? Northstar(standing up and slapping Smith's hand off): Don't try to intimidate me! You are a liability and what I did was for your own good! Ryan Smith: Cut the bullshit Northstar! You know why you did it! Northstar: I don't have to take this! Someone get Damaramu a medic and someone else call security! SECURITY! SEC.......OOMPH! *Ryan Smith sets back and delivers a hard right hand right to Northstar's jaw taking him down.* Ryan Smith: Jules put this on your TV show! The man running this show is perhaps one of the most immoral men alive! He's out for one person and that's himself! And his favorite wrestler here!? Why this man is a psycho. He's a killer! He tries to kill people in that ring! Everyone says "This man is sick! He tries to injure someone in every match!" Yes he does! *Smith turns to the camera* But none of you people at home have seen the real Damaramu! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN WHAT THIS MAN CAN DO! YOU HAVE NO IDEA! HE'S A KILLER! YOU WILL ALL BE SORRY WHENEVER YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN! STOP HIM NOW BEFORE IT'S TO LATE! I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE HE WAS JUST CONFUSED BUT NO! HE IS REALLY THAT CRAZY AND YOU HAVE NOT EVEN SEEN THE REAL DAMARAMU YET! HE HAS A DARKER SIDE! *Ryan Smith is now red in the face as he starts to ramble incoherently into the camera. He looks up and notices that security is running his way and he takes off as fast as he can. Northstar sits up holding his jaw as Smith runs out of the building with security in hot pursuit.* Northstar: THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER! TURN THOSE CAMERA'S OFF! *FADE OUT* (Backstage, gorgeous interviewette JACKIE GAYDA~! is standing by with Johnny "Jam" Jackson and Scotty Static, the duo known as the Global Party Exchange!) JACKIE Hey out there, Jackie here with two guys who are looking to soar to new heights here on HeldDOWN~!, I'm talking about Johnny Jackson and Scotty Static, you know them best as the GPX. Guys, tonight, you'll once again take on Minions Michael and Nathaniel in a Seven Sins Series matchup. What are your thoughts on the series, and on the Minions in general? JACKSON Well you know, sexy lady, you have a pleasurable experience tonight, because you are the first interviewer to be able to corner us for an interview. Most of the time, we try to do our talking in the ring, you know actions speaking louder than words and all that. But now the time has come for the GPX to let loose with the verbal barrage on those glorified altar boys, The Minions of St. Andrew. STATIC What Johnny Jam is trying to say, hot mama, is that since our first night here in the OAOAST, The Minions have tried their best to put one over on us. Oh sure, they took my partner out for a bit, and they had that walking growth hormone try to put us in permanent body casts, but look at us boys...WE'S STILL STANDIN'~! You see, The GPX, we know how to party up, but we know how to throw down. So tonight, we're gonna throw down, we're gonna paint the town, and we're gonna paint it red with church boy blood~! Seven Sins Series, hell boys, you ever hear of lucky seven? Well, you're gonna need some damn luck, because you've lit a fire under the two boys that know how to play with it pretty well. Pinfalls, submissions, one on one, two on two, it's all good in our hood, because you might have gotten this party started, but we're gonna make sure it ends with a bang. Hell, who says you need to be taken seriously? Dropping you on your heads sure sounds like fun to me! JACKIE With that said boys, good luck tonight in your matchup against The Minions. Jackie Gayda here, sending it back to you Michael! (Back to sofaiziney dul centralizeiney. That’s Martian by the way)

*I’m Just A Girl hits as the red and white lights streak over the entrance way. The fans erupt as Crystal appears on the stage.* BUFFER Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the special Matchmaker's Mayhem matchup! Making her way to the ring first...from Coquitlam, BC Canada, weighing in at 130 pounds...THE FEMALE PHENOM CRYSTAL!!!!!!!! *The fans pop accordingly as Crystal enters the ring and climbs the ropes playing to the crowd the entire time. Suddenly a very different atmosphere overtakes the arena as “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack hits and Damaramu’s presence is known. A spotlight appears on the stage revealing Damaramu and Northstar standing together.* BUFFER Now, her tag team partner...being accompanied by HeldDOWN~! General Manager NORTHSTAR, he is from Moore, Oklahoma...weighing in at 250 pounds...DAMARAMU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Damaramu begins to make his way to the ring as the fans boo him and Crystal stares a hole right through him.* CABOOSE 250!? Man this guy came in at 240 and he’s been putting on muscle weight ever since he arrived! What a monster. COACH You keep admiring his body Caboose...I’ll stick to admiring Crystal’s. COLE Guys! This is an interesting match. Damaramu and Crystal just finished up one hell of a blood feud and now they’re forced to team up! Last time they teamed up they won the match but Damaramu hung Crystal out to dry. *Damaramu enters the ring and then turns to the non-delight of the crowd. Suddenly “Handsome Devil” by the Smiths begins to play and the fans give a mixed reaction. Mostly the fans are booing but a few cheer out of respect for Ragdoll’s attempt in rehab.* CABOOSE Ragdoll was in rehab and he made a plea.....a plea to a friend and that call was unanswered by Zack Malibu! And he calls himself a role model!? COLE Well I question the validity of anything Ragdoll says but we’ll see how things play out. Announcer: And their opponents! First from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 174 pounds....RAGDOLL!!!!!!!!!!!! *The fans give Ragdoll another mixed reaction when his name is called as he enters the ring. He stops on his side and looks across the ring at Crystal who is warming up on the ropes and then at Damaramu who is standing in the corner like a stone statue staring a hole right through Ragdoll.* WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!! *The fans EXPLODE as Zack Malibu’s music begins to play over the speakers. The blue and gold pyro goes of as Zack and Candie appear on the stage to the delight of the fans who were waiting for another face they could go crazy for after the long introductions of Damaramu and Ragdoll.* Announcer: And his tag team partner! Being accompanied by Candie, from Los Angeles California and weighing in at 195 pounds........ZACK MALIBU!!!!! *The fans once again explode as Zack Malibu finishes his sprint to the ring high fiving the fans on his way. Zack jumps into the ring and is full of energy. He pats Ragdoll on the back who shoots him a “Go to hell look” then he runs over to shake Crystal’s hand. Crystal shakes his hand back and smiles.* COLE Good sportsmanship by Zack Malibu here! COACH You realize that this is the first meeting between Damaramu and Zack Malibu since Zack eliminated Dama from the Rumble? CABOOSE And let’s not forget that Dama promised to break Zack for it! COACH He threatens that a lot... CABOOSEAnd he’s broken all of those he vowed to, let's not forget that. *As Zack is shaking Crystal’s hand Damaramu sets back and then delivers a gigantic spit right into Malibu’s face. Zack steps back rubbing it off and then he rushes forward attacking Damaramu!* COLE Here we go! Crystal and Ragdoll clear the ring as Zack goes crazy! *Northstar yells from the outside of the ring as Zack starts unloading on Damaramu with wild lefts and rights. Dama however fights back and both men start slugging it out in the center of the ring. Zack wins the fist fight and sends Dama flying into the ropes. Zack catches him with a high back body drop on his way back in.* COLE Oh man Dama hit the mat hard there! *Dama fights his way to his feet only to be clotheslined back down by the angry Zack Malibu. Zack goes on the attack delivering some stomps to the grounded Damaramu before yanking him up and delivering a hard snap suplex. Dama wrenches in pain as he hits the mat with impact. Malibu is right back on him though hitting the ropes and coming back in with a running elbow drop. Dama sits up holding his face and Malibu delivers a hard martial arts kick right to Dama’s lower back!* COACH Dama should’ve thought twice before he spit in Zack Malibu’s face! CABOOSE This is all part of his plan! Just watch! COLE Bad blood here from the Rumble match! Now they’re letting their aggressions out all over each other! COACH Well one of them is! *Zack delivers a few more kicks to Dama’s back before yanking him back up to his feet and delivering a few forearm smashes to his lower back. Damaramu continues to hold his back as Ragdoll leans over the ropes and slaps Zack on the back tagging himself in. Zack gives Ragdoll a “What the hell?” look but Ragdoll goes right to work on Dama. Ragdoll sends Dama into the ropes and delivers a high jumping dropkick to Dama’s face. Ragdoll runs and delivers an elbow to Crystal on the apron for good measure.* CABOOSE That’s what I like! That selfish Zack was hogging the spotlight and Ragdoll got himself involved in the match! COLE Zack was just getting started! *Crystal protests the cheapshot, while Ragdoll sends Damaramu into the ropes and meets him with a tackle before going nuts with punches all over Dama’s face. Dama covers up as Ragdoll unloads. Finally Ragdoll drags Dama up by his hair and sends him into the corner. Ragdoll runs in and leaps up onto the second rope playing to the crowd. The mixed reaction returns and Malibu takes the opportunity and tags himself in! Ragdoll looks down shooting Malibu a dirty look giving Dama enough time to get his hands under Ragdoll!* COLE Damaramu’s still in it! CABOOSE To much stalling! You never give Damaramu enough time to recover! *Damaramu comes out of the corner driving Ragdoll into the mat with a powerbomb! Damaramu stands up smiling and turns around into a Zack Malibu missile dropkick from the top!! Dama hits the mat as Malibu recovers from the aerial assault he just unleashed. Zack goes back to Damaramu and sends him flying into the ropes. Dama comes back as Zack tries to deliver a Yakuza Kick~! but Dama ducks! Damaramu comes back on the rebound with a hard lariat turning Malibu inside out!* CABOOSE OH DAMN! That belongs on ESPN’s Top 10 hits! COACH Damaramu at 250 is by far the biggest competitor in this match and it’s showing now! *Damaramu yanks Zack up by his air and spins him around forward talking trash. Zack stands there with a dazed look on his face as Damaramu starts delivering elbow smash after elbow smash...Zack is reeling on the ropes and then Dama spins around delivering a hard rolling elbow! Zack is loopy as he bounces off the ropes into Dama’s waiting arms....spinebuster!* COLE Wow Damaramu is really giving it to Zack here! *Crystal leans over the ropes asking for the tag but Damaramu ignores here continuing to work on Zack Malibu. Dama sends Zack into the ropes and catches him coming back in with a spinning powerslam. Dama stands over Zack as the fans boo and then Dama steps on his face! The ref goes crazy trying to get Damaramu off as he stands on Zack’s face!* COLE That’s just uncalled for! This is a wrestling match dammit! *Damaramu finally steps off Zack as the ref admonishes him. Zack tries to roll onto his stomach and Dama leaps to the air coming down with a stomp onto Zack’s lower back. Dama pulls Zack back up and picks him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Zack comes down straight on his head! Damaramu wisely goes for the cover after spiking Zack, and the ref moves in for the pin attempt...Zack kicks out at the count of 2! Dama stands up and delivers a hard kick to the ribs as Malibu starts to get up, causing Zack to roll over onto his stomach. Zack cries out in pain as Dama drops down onto him with his knee firmly planted in Zack’s back and applies the crossface! Dama with the crossface locked in!* COLE The fans are going nuts! Dama is trying to make Zack tap out early! *Zack tries to fight his way to the ropes as Dama keeps the crossface tightly locked. The fans go nuts as Dama continues to yank on back on the move nearly bending Malibu in half. Suddenly Ragdoll rushes into the ring and boots Dama right in the head, causing him to release his grip on Zack Malibu! COACH Well it looks like he does want to be a team player! *Ragdoll yells at Zack to get the hell up and goes back to his corner. Dama lays there a little shaken up from the blow and then rolls to his feet staring at Ragdoll. Dama smiles an evil grin at Ragdoll before turning to tag in Crystal.* COLE What a coward! Ragdoll obviously wanted a go at Dama, but now he's putting Crystal in for the first time since this matchup started! DAMA Beat his ass bitch! *Crystal flips Damaramu off as she enters the ring. Zack is starting to get to his feet and Crystal jumps on him delivering some hard chops to the chest. Zack is being backed up to the corner as Crystal turns his chest red with chops. Once in the corner Crystal begins delivering kicks to Zack’s midsection as he just takes the beating. Crystal steps back, readying Zack for her next move, but looks over to see Northstar on the outside staring a hole in her. Shooting a wary eye back at her employer, Crystal goes back to the corner and pulls Zack out wheeling him around and grabbing him in a waistlock. Zack tries to fight it but Crystal yanks back dropping him on his head with a German suplex! Zack is crumpled in a heap on the mat holding his head. Ragdoll stares on and Dama and Northstar continue to call for more of Zack’s blood.* COLE Zack is in a very bad way here. CABOOSE And Damaramu and Northstar love it! I think Ragdoll may even be enjoying this! COACH I know my girl and I can tell she’s not enjoying this! *Crystal drops down and pins Zack as if wanting to end it now.* 1!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT! *Crystal looks a little flustered and goes back down for the pinfall again.* 1!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT AGAIN WITH AUTHORITY! COLE Zack is still in this! *Crystal looks down at Zack, and he starts to fight his way back up. Crystal looks at Northstar who gives her another look and she sets back and delivers a hard superkick! Zack crumbles to the mat again. Crystal looks angry and she goes for the cover again!* 1!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT! *Crystal has finally had enough and she goes over to tag Damaramu back into the match.......DAMA TURNS HIS BACK ON HER! Crystal screams at Dama as he starts a conversation with Northstar. Crystal thinks about it and then she slaps Dama on the back of the head!* COLE Well now he’s tagged in! *Dama turns around giving Crystal a pissed off look and then says “You just doomed your little friend in there!” Dama jumps into the ring and looks at the fallen Zack Malibu. Dama kicks him in the back of the head a little and then yanks him to his feet gripping him around the throat.* DAMA DID YOU LIKE ELIMINATING ME!? HUH!? WELL THAT’S IT YOU PREPPY ASSHOLE! *Damaramu slaps Zack in the face and then spins him around picking him up in position for the Dama Hammer!* COLE It’s over if Dama hits this! *Dama screams and throws Zack over but Malibu lands on his feet! Damaramu turns for a short arm clothesline but Zack ducks!!!!!!!!! DESPERATION SCHOOL'S OUT~! DAMA’S DOWN! ZACK IS GROGGY...HE FALLS BACK...AND BLINDLY TAGS RAGDOLL IN~! COACH About time someone woke him up from that nap on the apron. Ragdoll blows right past Zack, who is slumped back in the corner, still in the ring, as he quickly goes for the cover on the unconscious Damaramu, who got blasted with Malibu's patented superkick. Ragdoll covers, and the referee moves in... ONE! TWO!! THR...NO! NO! NORTHSTAR PUTS DAMARAMU'S FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! The referee notices the foot, but then questions Northstar about it. Northstar mouths off, telling the referee to just do his job or start collecting welfare. The ref backs off, as Ragdoll pulls Dama to his feet, and hits a sick open handed chop to the weary Dama's chest. Dama turns around from the blow, but Ragdoll turns him back towards him, slapping him hard across the pecs again, reddening his chest. Ragdoll sends Damaramu into the ropes, and catches him coming off with a Manhattan Drop, drilling Dama crotch first onto his knee. The move causes Dama to hunch over in pain, as Ragdoll bounces off the ropes behind him and slams him headfirst into the mat with a bulldog! Dama rolls onto his back after the impact, and Ragdoll quickly goes for the cover again...another two count, as Damaramu is able to get a shoulder up at the last millisecond possible! COLE Dama wanted to be selfish, keeping all the action to himself at the start of this contest, however if he doesn't make the tag soon, he's going to make Northstar a very unhappy man tonight. COACH I don't even want to get into the hidden meanings you've placed in that sentence, Mikey boy. Ragdoll picks Damaramu up and throws him into the corner, Dama crashing chest first. Ragdoll then starts choking the hated heel on the top rope, and gets admonished by the referee, but flips the referee off and turns back to Damaramu! As Ragdoll pulls for him, Dama collapses to his knees, and hits a low blow out of desperation, crumpling Ragdoll to the mat. CABOOSE Now that is the true science of wrestling! COACH Touching another mans nards? Now we know why you enjoyed your career so much! Dama struggles for his corner, as Northstar cheerleads from ringside, telling Crystal to reach in for the tag. Crystal waits patiently where she should, so Northstar slides into the ring, and starts to drag Damaramu closer to his own corner so that he can make the tag, but the referee pulls Northstar away! The referee and Northstar get into an argument, and Northstar shoves the ref...so the referee shoves Northstar on his ass to a major pop! Northstar scurries to his feet, and goes for the referee, but the referee quickly steps aside and BOOM~!...CANDIE SPEARS NORTHSTAR~! The crowd goes nuts as the GM rolls out of the ring, and Malibu's girlfriend celebrates in the ring! Suddenly, her celebration is cut short by Damaramu, who takes her by the hair, spinning her around, and then grabs her by the throat! Dama's wide eyes look straight into Candie's, but before he can do anything, Crystal slaps him on the shoulder and tags herself in to save one of her best friends! CABOOSE What! That stupid bitch! COACHOh that's it, you mascara wearing tard. Put 'em up, Batman! Damaramu turns to Crystal while holding onto Candie, and pushes Crystal back into the corner! Crystal gets stunned by her back slamming against the turnbuckles, but when Dama turns back around to face Candie, all he sees is the sole of a boot coming at him...AND CRACKING HIM WITH SCHOOL'S OUT~! MALIBU ENTERED THE RING TO MAKE THE SAVE FOR HIS GIRL, AND THE CROWD IS RABID~! Dama stumbles back, topping through the ropes and onto the floor, while Zack ushers Candie out of the ring. Meanwhile, Ragdoll rushes to monkey flip Crystal out of the corner, but she holds onto his legs and throws him up, and he comes down crotching himself across the top rope! Crystal climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off onto his shoulders, snapping him back into the ring with a flying huracanrana~! The crowd pops huge as Crystal looks to the crowd and runs the ropes, looking for the Diamond In The Rough~!, but as she runs the ropes, Northstar, who is starting to recover, reaches up on the apron and inadvertently grabs her foot! COLE What is he doing!? CABOOSE It was an accident, but surely she'll overreact... ...and Crystal turns to him, frustrated, then LAUNCHES herself over the ropes and crushes the General Manager with a pescado! COACH Haha, it is NOT Northstar's night tonight, boys! Crystal pops up to her feet and pumps her fists, while a recovered Damaramu yells at her for what she's done, and then goes to tend to his boss. Crystal slides back into the ring and goes back for the fallen Ragdoll, but when she picks him up he surprises her by playing possum and lifting her up on his shoulders, then carrying her near the ropes and tossing her out so that she crashes down neck first across the top rope! Crystal flops back to the mat, gasping for air, and as she's getting up to be looked at by the ref, Ragdoll charges in and BLASTS her in the head with a Devil Doll~! Crystal crumbles to the mat, but Ragdoll pulls her up to her knees by her hair, steps back, and then charges in, nailing her with ANOTHER Devil Doll~! Crystal is limp, but Ragdoll looks out to the crowd, raising his hand to call for "one more", but the crowd boos, and Malibu says to go for the pin already. Ragdoll looks at Zack, then slowly walks over to his corner, extending his hand for the tag, and motioning for Zack to be the one to get the pinfall. Zack goes to tag in, hoping to give Crystal some mercy from this maniac, but instead Ragdoll piefaces his partner, and turns back to Crystal. He pulls her up and braces her on all fours, as she doesn't even know where she is. Ragdoll bounces off the ropes, looking for a third Devil Doll to finish her off...BUT MALIBU DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE AIR! ZACK SPRINGBOARDS IN WITH A DROPKICK TO SAVE CRYSTAL~! CABOOSE He turned on his partner! Look, there is your proof that Ragdoll was right all along. Malibu is a selfish cutthroat! Zack yells at Ragdoll, who lay on the ringmat in shock/pain. With Zack's back turned, a recovered and rested Damaramu sneaks in...LIFTING ZACK UP FOR THE DAMA HAMMER~!...NO~! Malibu slides out, and spins Dama around...SCHOOL'S OUT~!...NO~!, foot grabbed by Dama, and he pulls Zack into a lariat...DUCKED, and Malibu goes behind with a waistlock...RELEASE OVERHEAD GERMAN SUPLEX SLAMS DAMA ON THE CANVAS~! Malibu calls on Dama, prompting him to get up and come at him face to face, nose to nose. Damaramu pushes himself up, and just as he comes at Zack...WHAM! RAGDOLL RUNS ZACK INTO DAMA, AND THEIR HEADS COLLIDE~! Both men fall back to the mat in a daze, while Ragdoll drags Crystal near the corner, then ascends to the top. Tilting his head back in a cocky manner, Ragdoll leaps off, rotating in midair before crashing down on Crystal with his patented BLACK LABEL SHOOTING STAR PRESS~! COACH YO~! COLE It's been a while since he took that one out of the bag! Ragdoll crushes Crystal upon impact, and covers her in a cocky manner, as the referee makes the count... ONE! TWO!! THREE!! CABOOSE Well, I'm happy. That no good Malibu almost cost this man a chance at redemption. COLE Redemption? He tried to cave Crystal's skull in! CABOOSE It's not my fault it's hollow. COACH I'm tellin' you, Booze, this shit ain't flyin' right with me. CABOOSE Oh pipe down, you poor man's Jimmy Walker. "Handsome Devil" comes up, and the crowd boos heavily, as Ragdoll gloats over his win. Malibu gets to his feet, holding his head and coming towards his partner/rival, while Ragdoll just looks on with a smirk, then backs out of the ring. Ragdoll backs up the aisle, while Zack and Candie check on Crystal, and Damaramu and Northstar curse under their breath at ringside. COLE It may have not been a match made in heaven for either team, but it was certainly mayhem! In one match, Austin Baker has seemingly infuriated not only the General Manager and his main protege, but the Female Phenom and The Franchise of the OAOAST~! If you ask me, Ragdoll is nothing more than a marked man. CABOOSE He's a smart man, Cole. Trust no one and do anything necessary is his credo, and by God, it got him a win tonight. COLE Fans, once again a HeldDOWN~! first leaves us with a shocking conclusion, and a bitter taste in our mouths... CABOOSE I think that's just from all the blowjobs you give to keep this job. COACH Oh SHIT, he went there Mikey, he went there! CABOOSE So did your mother, snapperhead. COLE Fans, before The Coach and Caboose tear this Sofa Central set to pieces, we're going to mercy kill this one and head for the higher grounds of a commercial break. Back with more after this~! (Head to break)

(We come back from commercial break with a caption on an all-black screen that says, "The Following Has Been Paid For By The Friends And Associates of Rick Heyross, and then it cuts to Heyross sitting behind a desk in his office.) HEYROSS: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. As most of you may or may not know, due to last week's wild incident between my client, "The Current Big Thing" Brock Auustin and Gibraltar. I am here to claim that, on behalf of my client, it was entirely not his fault. What happened was Mr. Auustin was in the wrong position, and accidentally grazed Mr. Gibraltar's face with the foot of one of our opponents during his finishing manuever, the F-Stunner-5. Mr. Gibraltar, letting his unrelenting temper get the best of him, forcefully attacked my client, ending up with both men brawling all throughout the building and the area around it before having to be controlled by a group of law enforcers and their tasers. Being the super-agent that I am, I have come up with a way to not only end this problem, but also to build even more interest for Anglemania III. You see, for every big man in wrestling, there has been an anthetisis to him that is just as big, or even larger. After my client's domination of this promotion over a long period of time, he has finally found someone even larger and just as mean and destructive to become his arch-enemy, this being Mr. Gibraltar. Therefore, the only way we can possibly settle this and make money out of it is by proposing this: at Anglemania III, on Sunday night, March 28th, HeldDOWN~! and Rick Heyross bring to you "The Battle of the Monsters". It would be my client, Brock Auustin, facing St. Andrew's monster, Gibraltar. My client has already signed the contract to face Gibraltar; all that needs to be done now is St. Andrew accepting the challenge for his follower. I thank you for your time, and I hope that Mr. Andrew and Mr. Gibraltar agree to the terms, as I'm sure all of the HeldDOWN~! fans across the world would love to see this colossus battle. (Back to the SC!) Cole: Fans, Anglemania already has a main event caliber match and we haven’t even gotten to Zero hour! Caboose: Hold your horses. Anglemania has a proposed match. Nothing’s been signed. St.Andrew hasn’t agreed to it, Northstar hasn’t approved it. Stop getting people’s hopes up! Cole: I’m only trying to get people psyched for the biggest show in OAOAST history! Coach: My sweet baboo is right. Stop thinking about the biggest show in OAOAST history and start thinking about the biggest commercial break in OAOAST history! It’s next! Now if you’ll excuse me I have to make a nacho run. (Go to break) HeldDOWN~! returns from break, and immediately a huge crowd pop is heard, as Zack Malibu, along with HeldDOWN~!'s own interviewer extrordinaire and all-that pimp masta JOSH MATTHEWS~! are headed down to the ring~! COLE Zack and Josh? What on earth is this about? CABOOSE Well this is HeldDOWN~! Is Love, Cole. Maybe Zack is trying to fix you up with someone who's your type. COLE Josh is NOT my type! CABOOSE So you are gay then? COLE What? No! But even if I was...I wouldn't go for Matthews. COACH Me either playa...me either. *Caboose and Cole turn to look at Coach.* COACH Just sayin', is all. The reaction dies down, and Zack calls for the microphone, which ring announcer Michael Buffer tosses up into the ring. MALIBU I know I'm using up some valuable time by being out here, so I'll get right to the point. Ragdoll...Austin...get your ass out here right now! COLE WHOA~! Zack Malibu, calling out Ragdoll to the delight of the crowd! The cameras look toward the entranceway, as do Zack and Josh, but no one comes out. MALIBU Baker...get your scraggly, cowardly ass out to this ring right now, before I drag you out of whatever bathroom stall you're residing in by your greasy hair and take you out here the hard way! COACH YO~! Oh snap, he went there~! CABOOSE Went WHERE, Jonathan? COACH It's a figure of...bah, nevermind. MALIBUC'mon Ragdoll, what's wrong? Can't come out here when my eyes are on the entranceway? Can't come out when I can see you coming? You know why, Ragdoll...it's for the same reason that you've started to ruin your life. You, my friend, are nothing more than a COWARD! The crowd cheers, and even Josh Matthews, someone not exactly held in the highest regard by the HeldDOWN~! faces, agrees. MALIBU You see, Rags, I heard what you said earlier. You're trying to pin it all on me. You want Zack Malibu to take responsibility for YOUR actions. You say I never helped you? You say I never reached back to you when you reached out to me? Let's have a bit of a refresher course, Austin. You see, you and I, we never saw eye to eye when it came to loyalties on this program. We've been enemies more than we've ever been friends. But when you hit rock bottom, when you were at your lowest, scraping your knees across the grime covered streets, shaking in a corner because you couldn't get your fix, what happened then? It was you, Austin, who called on your brother Ken, saying that you knew you screwed up, and that you wanted out. You knew you had demons to face, and you were afraid to face them alone. Now you and your brother have never had the best relationship, but I'll be damned if that man didn't drop everything he was doing, put his career on hold to save YOUR ASS. The same man who turned his back on his flesh and blood. The same man who sent him packing for months. Your brother, because deep down he still cares greatly for you, wanted nothing more than to get you on your feet. So he tried and he tried, and god dammit if you didn't start to shape up a bit. Then you started to wane, Austin. You started to fall off the wagon again, and Ken was at a loss. If he couldn't help you, who could? Well you know, Ken called me up one night and said "Zack, listen. I respect you probably more than anyone else I know, and I need your help on this. I need you to save my baby brothers life." So in turn, out of respect for your brother and everything he's done for this company, I went looking for you. I gave you numbers to call, people to get in touch with, many of whom have dealt with the pain that you faced. I gave you stacks of pamphlets. I sat up with you talking over coffee, trying to get you to see that this was not the way. Austin, I was there for you, but you couldn't hold on. You just had to do it. You had to reach down, you had to pick up that needle and jam it in your arm, flushing away your existence for a momentary high. YOU were the one who chose to refrain from what we were doing. You put our lives on pause to help you, when the truth was that you didn't want to be helped! The saying goes that you cannot save those who do not wish to be saved. If you wanted to be saved so badly, you would have made more of an effort, Austin. You would have thrown the needles away. You would have gotten back into the gym and worked harder for a comeback. You could have been inspirational, but the truth is you let everyone down. It has absolutely killed your brother to see what you've done to yourself. You've torn your family apart, and the only thing you can say is that it's MY FAULT? MY FAULT? Oh no, no that's not true at all. What is true, Austin, is that you are so damn afraid of reality, so afraid of all your past actions biting you in the ass, that you simply wish to avoid the blame, avoid the responsiblity. You can't even look me in the eye to tell me I let you down. You have to attack me from behind, thinking you need to prove a point. Well Austin, I'm out here now, and if there are any guts left inside you, you will come out here right now, and look me in the eye, and tell me what you want to say to me to my face! The crowd roars, as Malibu seems flustered by the tirade. Quickly, the cheers become jeers, as Austin Baker, aka Ragdoll, powerwalks down to the ring, sliding in and swiping the mic right out of Malibu's hand. RAGDOLL You know what, Zack? This is just what I expected. For you to turn this all back around and try to save yourself some face. I pity you Zack, I really do, because for all I've done wrong, I've never run from anything. I'm back here now, and I'm right in your face. As for coming at you from any angle, that's just the art of war, baby. That's how we play the game, that's how I play the game, and I could damn well take you out at any time I wanted to. Except...hehe...what's this? This your new bodyguard or something? Ragdoll looks at Matthews, who is intimidated, but Zack steps in between them, and takes his mic back. MALIBU No, he's not my bodyguard, but you know why he's out here, big man? Because of you. You think you're a tough guy, intimidating Josh here earlier? Well you know what, you're face to face with him. No bats, no weapons, just you and Josh. Go ahead, tough guy, lay one on him. Hit him. Josh, shocked, looks at Zack like he's crazy. MALIBU Josh, don't worry, he's not going to do anything. That's not his style. It's not like the great Austin Baker to come at you when you know it's coming, now is it, Ragdoll? Ragdoll stands there fuming, while Josh gulps. MALIBU C'mon Austin, hit him. Take Josh out. Hell, he's not my best buddy either, half the time I want to do it. TAKE HIM OUT! Josh pleads with Zack to stop this, but Zack tells him to keep his cool, then turns back to Ragdoll. MALIBU Hit him, Rags. Let all that frustration out. The pain, the suffering, everything you want. Pretend he's me. Pretend he's your brother. Pretend he's the very substance that has made you sink to unthinkable depths as a man...I WANT YOU TO TAKE JOSH MATTHEWS TO HELL WITH YOU! TAKE HIM OUT~! Ragdoll, not able to take anymore, swings for the fences... ...AND MALIBU STEPS IN TO BLOCK~! MALIBU UNLOADS A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS, STAGGERING RAGDOLL BACK, and a FINAL SHOT CARRIES HIM OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR~! COLE Incredible! Zack Malibu has struck a nerve with Ragdoll! COACH And they have to TEAM UP TONIGHT~! Ragdoll tries to come back in, but security quickly runs down to quell the situation, as Josh Matthews breathes a huge sigh of relief in the ring. Zack Malibu looks on at Ragdoll, and these two will be on the same side in the first ever Matchmaker's Mayhem Match~!

We're taken backstage to a sobbing Alix Spezia. Her cheating, semi crazy, makeup wearing, womanizing and ambiguous boyfriend is sitting next to her. His lips are still covered in Jenna Elfman's lipstick) Northstar: Alix, stop crying. Alix: Go away! Northstar: Alix, please it's... Alix: It's not what I think? GO AWAY! Northstar: You don't want me to leave. (Northstar tries to get close to Alix, but she angrily swats at him, opening a cut above his eye.) Northstar: Ow. Alix: Please, go away. NOW! Please..... Northstar: Fine, I will. But not until you at least listen to what I have to say. If you're still mad at me, then I'll walk out of your life forever. (Alix buries her face in her hands) Alix: I don't need to listen! I saw! With my own two eyes, I saw you stick your tongue down her throat. I saw you! How could you? How could you betray my trust? Northstar: Alix, it was just...I mean...I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. It's just she was there in front of me and I've dreamed of kissing her ever since I was little kid. Most kids want to grow up and play hockey or be a fireman, I just wanted to kiss Jenna. Alix: And I wanted to be queen of England but do you see me marrying Prince Charles?! Northstar: Alix......you didn't let me finish. When I was kissing her and running my hands through her thick, luscious golden locks and moved them down to her voluptuous and round buttox all I could think about was your lips, the warmth of your body and your vibrant, bouncy, onyx colored hair. You must believe me! Alix: I...I...can't. What about that diamond necklace you gave her? Were you thinking of me when you put it on her? Were you? It was such a beautiful necklace. And when I found it in your suitcase, I was so happy! Not because it's a really pretty necklace, but because they say diamonds are forever and I hoped this necklace meant our love would be to. But, you turn around and you give it to Jenna. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? Don't you realize she doesn't love you? She doesn't even think of you in any sort of sexual way. You're like a little brother to her! Don't you understand that I'm the one in love with you! I'm the one who held you in my arms like a baby after the ironman match against Zack. Do you remember how much you cried, how many tears rolled down your eyes? Everyone was leaving the arena but I sat there, I held you tight and I told you it would be okay, I wiped your tears away. I gave you hope for another day. When it finally dawned on you that your world championship dream was dead did Jenna console you? Did she sing you to sleep that night? Did she? Northstar: No. Alix: But I did. I was there for you. I'm always there for you, because I love you and I want to be there for you. I've always loved you. Even when I was just a production intern and you were a ditzy blonde in the Dream machines, and you didn't even know my name I loved you. I'd walk on water just to be by your side. I'd take down the heavens if it meant we could be together. (Alix starts to cry again. Northstar tries to put his arm around her but she shoves him away.) Northstar: I know that. I know. I love Jenna but I love you to, I wouldn't be marrying you if I wasn't in love. I need you to calm down. Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you like this. Alix: Just, go away. That's the best thing you can do for me. Northstar: If I leave, I can't give you your gift. (Alix stops crying and her eyes light up just a tad) Alix: You...really....have a present for me? Northstar Yeah. Ya know the Matchmakers Mayhem match? Alix: Uh-huh. Northstar: Well, I've dedicated it to you! It's your very own personal wrestling match! Former world champion Zack Malibu and Master of mischief Ragdoll team up to take on the buxom blonde bombshell Crystal and your acquaintance by association, Damaramu! And they're fighting for you! Every school's out, every devil doll, every whatever Crystal's finisher is is done with you in mind. These four warriors don't fight because they hate each other, they fight because we have an undying eternal bond to one another. (Alix starts to sob uncontrollably. Northstar tries to hold her in his arms but she gets up and leaves, still crying) Northstar: Tears of joy. Yessir, tears of joy. (Central sofa to cut we) Cole: Alix, dump him! Northstar is a trifling, lying sleaze ball. He'll never change. He's always going to hurt Alix, and he's always to make up some phony apology. He's not sorry he kissed Jenna Elfman. He's sorry that he got caught. Dump his ass. It's not like he's a knockout. Honey child, there are better men out there. Caboose: Like you? Cole: What? I didn't say that. Coach change the subject. Quick! Coach: Um, let’s go to break! (Head to break) (as we come back from the break, Michael Cole is standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand) COLE Well Ladies and Gentlemen; let’s take you back to last week, when it was AJ Flaire, the X Division Champion, facing his good friend and teammate Crystal, in one on one action. It was shaping up to be a great encounter, until Axel and Gunner Sharps interrupted the match. Well, let’s show you what happened. (Cole points to the stage as a clip of the match is shown, starting at when Axel and Gunner entered the ring) The two men slide into the ring where the referee is there to meet them. The referee points to both men, and then to the entrance way! CABOOSE Ah, ref, I don’t think they really care. Axel shoves the ref out of the way as he looks straight at Crystal, who is starting to crawl towards the corner. She doesn’t see Axel! COACH Don’t look at her like that! The referee once again steps in front of Axel! He puts a finger in Axel’s chest, and Axel grabs it, and twists it! The microphone picks up a crack! COLE HE HAS BROKEN THAT OFFICIALS FINGER! STOP HIM! Axel shoves the referee in the path of Gunner who grabs him by the throat! Gunner lifts the referee up in a Gorilla Press! Gunner holds the referee in the air for a few seconds, and then drops him down with a Spinebuster Slam! COACH Tortured Soul Slam on the Referee! He is out! Suddenly, AJ Flaire gets up and runs at Axel, but Gunner steps in front of him, blocking AJ’s path! We see Gunner say “don’t drag yourself into this Aaron, this isn’t your fight!’ COLE AJ’s trying to help his friend here, but Gunner is trying to reason with him! AJ tries to push Gunner out of the way, but he can’t. So AJ slaps Gunner on the side of the face! CABOOSE Bad move there AJ, baaaaaaad move. Gunner holds his face and turns around slowly! He catches AJ Flaire by the throat! CHOKESLAM by Gunner Sharps on AJ Flaire! COLE That’s enough; you guys have proved your point! Gunner picks AJ’s now lifeless body up and sets hi up for a Powerbomb! Axel goes up to the top rope, waiting for Gunner! Gunner lifts AJ high for a Powerbomb and then lifts him higher by his tights, as Axel jumps off and grabs AJ! Axel falls as Gunner falls, and together they deliver both a Spinebuster and an elevated Powerbomb!! CABOOSE With AJ’s bad back, he could be severely injured here! Gunner looks at the fallen AJ, and we see the slightest hint of sadness in his face, but it is quickly followed by the hatred that filled his expression just a few moments ago. Axel gets up, and Axel looks over at Crystal, who has seen this entire take place, and is now trying to pull herself up out of the corner. Axel just looks straight into her eyes and says ‘You brought this on yourselves’. (The HeldDown logo flashes over the screen and we see Cole again in the middle of the ring) COLE Well, after that incident, Axel promised me, and you fans, that he would come out here and give an explanation of why he and Gunner chose to interfere in the match, robbing you fans of a conclusive finish. So I’d like to invite Axel out to the ringside area now. CUE: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed (Axel’s entrance music begins to play, and Axel comes out to ringside, without pyro. He has a frown on his face as he steps between the ring ropes and grabs a microphone, before joining Michael Cole in the middle of the ring) COLE Well firstly Axel, thanks for being out here, I’m sure these fans all want to know what you have to say. AXEL Just ask the questions Michael and don’t try and butter me up. I came out here to tell everyone the history between me and Crystal. COLE Well Axel, that’s my first question, how did you meet Crystal? AXEL I met Crystal about five years ago in my native Australia. She was just starting out, and it was her first really big tour. She was away from her family, so she befriended me. She was with me all the time Michael, god, she practically worshipped the ground that I walked on. COLE Were you ever closer than friends? AXEL How did I know that was coming up next? You’re a pervert, just like everybody else in this arena (cheap heat). That’s the question that I refuse to answer. COLE What’s DPWX, and how does it tie you and Crystal together? AXEL Detroit Pro Wrestling Xtreme, the federation that I, along with the Bleeding Souls, basically ran. In case all you people haven’t figured it out yet, the Bleeding Souls consisted of Me, Crystal, Gunner and AJ Flaire. And yes, Gunner and AJ were the best of friends, as were Crystal and I. COLE Well, now that Coach has breathed a sigh of relief, let me ask you this: Why did you attack AJ Flaire last week, and why do you now want Crystal to join you again? AXEL Michael, it’s pretty simple. AJ Flaire and I had a fight when he debuted in the OAOAST. I was the one that got him the job; I was the one responsible for bringing him in. Just like Crystal, he never once thanked me for what I did. Last week, he got in the way, and as much as it pained Gunner and me to hurt him, we had to send a message. We had to show Crystal what the result of her decision was. COLE Why do you want Crystal to re-join you, and Gunner? AXEL Michael, the last time the Bleeding Souls were a cohesive unit, we were in complete control. Everyone knew their place. I was the Champ, AJ and Gunner were the tag team, and Crystal was the crown jewel. She was the mid-card champion, although I always knew she could go places. I taught her the way of the world; I taught her how to cope in this business. COLE Are you jealous of her success here in the OAOAST? AXEL What do you think Michael? While she was getting title shots, while she was getting place in Elimination Chamber matches, I was stuck beating the shit out of rookies who didn’t know any better. I was lost in the shuffle. I BEAT Calvin. I BEAT Malibu. I BEAT CWM. I beat them all, and I got no recognition for it whatsoever. Meanwhile the resident ‘female phenom’, and hell, who do you think coined that phrase, was getting all the attention, just because the guys all wanted her. I beat Calvin one on one, and I hold a tag victory over him, she couldn’t beat him in either title shot. What does that tell you? COLE Okay Axel, final question: do you think you can beat Crystal? (Axel smiles cockily, and brings the microphone to his lips) AXEL Well… Cue: ‘I’m just a Girl’ by No Doubt (The crowd goes INSANE, as Crystal appears the ramp, walks briskly to the ring, slides in, and snatches Cole’s microphone!) CRYSTAL Come on Adam, can you beat me? You seem to be in an honest mood, airing our dirty laundry for the world to see, telling everyone how we used to be, so come on, put your money where your mouth is. Can you beat me? AXEL I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again, sweetheart. CRYSTAL Well why don’t you try and beat me… right now. Crystal steps back and puts her arms out, begging Axel to hit her. Axel’s smile turns to a look of anger, even sadness. Suddenly, Gunner Sharps walks down the ramp, and into the ring, and he stands beside Axel. Crystal still seems ready to take both men on, and they start to step towards her, Crystal backing up with each step… Cue: "Kick Start my Heart" by Motley Crue The crowd goes INSANE as K Money sprints down the ramp and into the ring, as Axel and Gunner slid out opposite sides, before meeting again at the ramp! Money quickly asks Crystal if she is OK, and he then turns his attention to Axel again, inviting him into the ring for a bit of two on two action. Axel still has his microphone, and begins to speak again. AXEL You wanna be a hero, Baker? You wanna come down here and save the girl? Well why don’t you defend her honor next week, one on one with the DARK ONE! The crowd pops HUGE at this challenge, and chants of ‘Fuck him up Mon-ey, Fuck him up! CLAP! CLAP!’ start as the crowd wait in anticipation. K Money grabs a microphone and addresses Axel. K MONEY You want me next week? You got it! I’m gonna kick your ass, but I’ll make sure I leave some for Crystal! AXEL Okay then Hero, let’s make it interesting. I want to beat you fair and square, so how about your buddies The Firm, as well as my man Gunner Sharps, are barred from ringside for the duration of the match. You and me, one on one. K MONEY Sounds good to me. The Firm and Gunner Sharps barred from ringside. Seeya next week. (Cole re-joins the broadcast position) COLE What an announcement! Cue: "Kick Start my Heart" by Motley Crue CABOOSE What a match that will be next week, Axel versus K Money, one on one! COACH Thank god for K Money! But if he does anything to Crystal, I’m going to hang his underwear on the flagpole! Caboose: You’re a fool. Fans, there’s nothing more exciting then seeing the OAOAST live. Here to tell you about upcoming events is Kevin Kelly! (Go to house show ads, s’il vous plait!)

(We head backstage for another awesome skit, because after all, who wants wrestling on a wrestling show? This time we find Jenna Elfman sitting in her lavishly decorated dressing room, perusing the latest issue of Cosmo girl. An issue that just happens to have a feature on Northstar. The man who just happens to be entering Jenna's dressing room with a present. Let's watch, baby!) Northstar: Jen, darling! Happy Valentine's Day! Jenna: Huh? Oh, happy Valentine's Day. I just got off the phone with the man I'm married to, my husband, Bohdi. The man I willingly exchanged vows of faithfulness with. Northstar: I get it, you're married. You don't have to beat me over the head with this Brodi guy. Jenna: It's Bohdi. You met him at the wedding. He's the nephew of a composer. Northstar: And I'm the nephew of the son of a plumber from Texas. So what, darling? It's not who you're related to, it's who you are. Any who, I come bearing a gift. Jenna: A break from your incessant flirting? Northstar: You know you love it. Jenna: What tipped you off? The fact that I pretend I'm sleeping every time you enter the room, or is that every time you call me I answer the phone in a faux Dutch accent? Northstar: You're stinging sarcasm is only making me more and more aroused. Jenna: You have an insult fetish? That's unique. But what's your gift? (Northstar pulls a small black box out of his pocket) Jenna: Uh oh. Northstar: I wanted to get you something that would symbolize the way I felt about you. But then I realized that such an object doesn't exist. No one thing could properly illustrate how I feel about you. Every time I see you, smell you, hear you, I feel miserable. I can't stand being around you. I just look into your eyes and I get depressed. I hear you laugh at someone else's joke and I'm over come with an insane jealously. I see you smile at someone else and your look of happiness turns my thoughts to despair. You're standing here in front of me, and it should be the happiest moment of my life, but I don't think that there's anyone in the world more miserable than me. I love you so much and every day that I don't have you, I feel like I'm fucking dying inside. I know I have Alix, but she's only a placeholder. You're the one I was meant to be with. I just want to hold you and kiss you, and never let you go, but all I can do is give you this meaningless, sterile and empty object. (Northstar opens the black box to reveal a Leo diamond three stoned pendant, the most expensive necklace Kay jewelers offers. The crowd ooh's and aah's as they get a good look at diamond accessory. Jenna takes it out of Northstar's hand. She starts to put it on but the quickly places it back in Northstar's hand.) Jenna: It's wonderful but I can't accept it. Northstar: But I love you! Jenna: I still can't accept it. There's just no way. I'd be leading you on, when you really need me to tell you the truth. You only have a crush left over from when you were a kid. You're confused. You don't really love me. Love isn't about feeling terrible around the object of your affection. Miserable isn't in the definition of love. Seeing me smile shouldn't send you into fits of rage. You're just lonely and confused. Northstar: I'm lonely, confused and in love with you. Jenna: No you're not! Look, I have a life, a husband. It wouldn't work out. It couldn't possibly work out between us. I'm flattered, you're a sweet kid, you're very handsome but there's an ocean between us and no boats to cross with. You have a gorgeous fiance, and its obvious she worships the ice you skate on. Go give the necklace to her. Northstar: Will you at least try it on? Jenna: Yes. It's the least I can do. (Northstar helps Jenna try on the pendant. He steps back to admire how stunning she looks in the attractive pendant. Jenna's cheeks are overcome with a rosy glow.) Jenna: It's.....exquisite. Northstar: So are you. (Northstar brushes Jenna's hair away from her forehead. He leans forward and gives her a light kiss on the side of her neck causing her to shiver ever so slightly. When she doesn't protest Northstar moves his kisses up her neck, to her cheek and slowly to the front of the face he's doted on for song. He parts her deep red lips with his tongue. They meet for a tender kiss. Instead of squirming away Jenna leans into his embrace and firmly places her hands onto his chest. Almost instinctively her fingers work their way up his body and start to caress his hair. Her arms find a resting place on his shoulder blades. Northstar slowly slides his hands down Jenna's back, then lovingly runs them up the back of her shirt, feeling the warmth of her bare flesh while his tongue gently slides over hers. His blissful moment comes crashing to a halt when the sound of a door slamming is heard. He and Jenna break their lip lock.) Jenna: Oh my. (Northstar turns around to see his fiance, Alix Spezia staring in horror at the two kissers) Northstar: Alix! Oh fuck. Alley cat, I can... Alix: Explain? (Alix then breaks into tears. She grabs a vase off a make up table and hurls at a wall. It shatters into hundreds of tiny pieces. She then leaves the room, slamming the door so hard a picture falls off the wall and the glass on the frame comes apart.) Northstar: Where were we? Jenna: Go after her. (Northstar goes back to kiss her, but she steps aside.) Northstar: I wanna stay with you. Jenna: Quit pouting and go! (Northstar starts to protest but Jenna points her finger at the door signaling the end of the discussion. Northstar reluctantly exits the room. When he's gone Jenna puts her hand to her forehead and shakes her head) Jenna: What did I just do? (CUT to la Central de Sofa) Cole: You just ruined a marriage, you home wrecker! I hope you're happy. Coach: Chill out. I think Northstar’s caught up with Alix. We’re about to see a happy ending.

(We return from break feeling good, feeling great. How are you?) "Higher" by Creed plays and out comes....Jeremy Red. Jeremy Red has an evil smirk on his face and he is wearing a medium sized Mad Matt:Shadow of Madness t-shirt. Red takes the shirt off and rips it in half to boos from the crowd. Red:Two weeks ago, I pinned Mad Matt in the center of the ring and well, no one has seen his ass in public since. I did what I set out to do and I RAN Mad Matt out of OAOAST. He is never coming back. He is too busy hiding under a rock because he is afraid that will kick his ass. The crowd chants "bullshit". Red:You don't believe that I pinned Mad Matt cleanly in the center of the ring. This footage should speak for itself. We see footage with a graphic that says:Two weeks ago. Jeremy Red rolls up Mad Matt in a small package and the referee's count is slowed down and it is shown at such an angle that it doesn't see Jeremy Red pulling the tights. Coach:That was an obviously doctored piece of... Caboose:That is exactly how it happened Coach. Don't try to argue when you have videotaped proof sitting in front of you. Red:I wanted to finish the job this week. I looked in every corner of the arena, under every object, and I still couldn't find Mad Matt. So what I did, just in case that spineless coward did not show up is I got myself one of the top ten X-Division opponents from South of the Border. It is the man....the myth....the legend...CAPTAIN INSANEO. Captain Insaneo comes to the ring wearing a La Parka mask, torn up blue jeans, and an opened flannel shirt which reveals a bear gut. He attempts to enter the ring but gets winded. Cole:Funny...I never even heard of this guy. Caboose:Cole, Captain Insaneo is a legend south of the border. What a feather in the cap for Jeremy Red to beat this lucha libre legend. Sure he gained about 50 lbs since he last wrestled but he can't help that. The bell rings and Captain Insaneo hits a forearm smash to Jeremy Red. Red backs off and Insanoe swings his forearm but Jeremy Red ducks. Jeremy Red hits a back elbow to The Captain and stomps away at him. Red picks up Insaneo and throws him into the ropes. Red goes for a Thesz Press but Insaneo counters with a spinebuster. Insaneo bounces off the ropes and misses an elbowdrop. He has fallen and he can't get up. Red pounces on Insaneo like a shark smelling blood and pounds away on him with punches. Red picks up Insaneo and DDT. Red covers Insaneo. One..... Kickout. Cole:The Captain kicks out at one. This washed up Lucha Libre star that no one has ever heard of will not be put out by a simple move such as a DDT. Coach:Red looks to be digging deeper into his offense but he doesn't have to that much farther to dig. Caboose:All he has to do is use that small package that he destroyed Mad Matt with. He is toying with them, you morons. Jeremy Red picks up The Captain and throws him into the ropes. Sleeperhold from Jeremy Red. Red is forcing the Captain down but the Captain goes behind and drives Jeremy Red down with an akward backdrop suplex. The Captain is up and he lifts Jeremy Red off the canvas. Insaneo throws Jeremy Red over the top rope and to the floor. Insaneo climbs over the second rope, almost getting winded in the process. Insaneo leaps off and he just kind of falls into Jeremy Red in what may be a plancha. Insaneo throws Red into the ring and climbs to the bottom rope. Insaneo leaps off with an elbowdrop from the bottom rope. That's his finisher. The Totally Insane Leap. Insaneo goes for the cover. One...... Two..... Thr.....Red kicks out. Cole:Jeremy Red was almost pinned. Insaneo's mass was a help there. Coach:Insaneo looks to be signalling for another Totally Insane Leap. Caboose:Red may be in trouble. No one has survived two of these. Insaneo climbs to the bottom rope but he trips and falls off onto his face. Jeremy Red grabs Insaneo and hooks him in an inverted full nelson. Red sits out on the move, jarring Insaneo's neck. Red has the move still locked in. Cole:Red has this submission move on and it actually looks painfall. Caboose:He told me that move was called the Shades of Red. Red is cranking the neck of the Captain. Coach:The Captain looks to be about ready to submit. Red cranks the hold and he does have the fingers locked. Captain Insaneo submits. Red has won with that sitout inverted full nelson submission that he calls the Shades of Red. Red refuses to release the hold for a few more seconds. Red finally releases the hold and grabs the microphone. Red:Anyone who gets in the ring with me will be eliminated that quickly. Mad Matt....I dare you to come out next week. As for anyone else who wants a piece of me, I always have an open contract. Good guy. Bad guy. Gay guy. Straight guy. Heck you don't even need to be a guy. I will beat you all....I will.... The lights go out. A blue light comes back on and "Higher" by Creed plays. Red:No way...I beat you Matt. You dare shows your face. We turn to see a figure in a long trechcoat in the ramp who has his back to the ring. He looks to be the size and the build of Mad Matt. He turns around but the arena is so dark we can't see his face. Red looks about ready to freak out. Suddenly a chilling cold voice that resembles Mad Matt's, only with a more mysterious tone comes over the loud speaker. Voice:You are at your end Jeremy Red. The shadows are a mysterious place. Don't ever go in them alone. You can run but you can't hide. After the Madness is done with you, you will be in one of two places. A hospital or a morgue. It is too late to escape your face, Jeremy Red. Beware. The lights come back on and the man at the top of the ramp who may be Mad Matt just vanished. Caboose: Hey Coach, I heard you hid a camera in Jenna Elfman’s dressing room! Coach: Uh... Caboose: It’s okay, no one’s gonna know, except for the twenty million people who see this show, the cops, and her lawyers. Before you get fired let’s at least watch the camrea!