Patty O'Green

Chief Financial Officer, The Enterprise Mackenzie DeCenzo Nickname: The Money Honey Age: 29 Height: 5'6Weight: Who knows! Hometown: Los Angeles, CA Alignment: Heel Entrance Music: Paul Oakenfold and Pharell Williams-Sex and Money Attire: When with Wright and Moneymaker she usually wears a business suit, complete with short skirt, and Gucci sun glasses. On some occasions may wear a very flashy evening gown made for expensive extravagant night on the town. But if she's with Alix, she'll try and dress down to fit her girlfriend's less then formal personality. Finisher: Cash Flow-Fisherman's DDT Signature Movez: First In, First Out-Scissors Kick Tramp Stamp-Corner shoulder thursts aimed her rival's lower back. E-commercide-Arm trap neckbreaker Moneymoon-no she doesn't moon anyone, she just gives them a BUTT bump in the corner Trademark gestures/character info: When managing Wright, and Moneymaker, Mackenzie isn't shy about allowing herself to be part of in the action. But, with Alix, who's still adored by the crowd, Mackenzie manages to quell her urges for involvement, and relegates her role to that of cheerleader, and not physical catalyst. Bio: A graduate of San Diego State University and a noted researcher on the influence of organizational behavior in short and long term revenue gains, Mackenzie DeCenzo has an insatiable thirst for cold hard cash. It was her unashamed pursuit of green that drew the attention of NRG, who hired her to serve as their chief financial officer, and spokeswoman on television. Unfortunately for them, Mackenzie quickly realized there potential for profit gain was markedly low. Thus, she dumped them as part of a carefully orchestrated scheme to rebrand the Midnight Express as The Beverly Hills Blonds. Success for the trio was immediate, and their summer of 2006 saw The Blonds heralded as one of the most entertaining properties on television. This continued rise through every level of superstardom didn't go noticed by just the fans. Powerful businessman, Theodore Moneymaker or the feared Moneymaker clan, noticed it as well, and invited them to form a partnership. From that The Enterprise was born. Time has been generous to The Enterprise, as their members have known failure very rarely, and success very often. They've even done some in-house movement as Mackenzie has been transferred to manage Wright and Moneymaker, making room for Molly to serve the Blonds. Occasional turmoil has befallen them, such as the fallout with Jade Rodez, and Mackenzie nearly losing her job over accusations of homosexuality. These accusations lay dormant for several months, but were recently proven correct, as Mackenzie gave into her hearts' yearning and boldly began a relationship with The Enterprise's old enemey, Alix Maria Spezia. Unfortunatley that did not work out very well for Mackenzie. DeCenzo, who had hoped to use Alix's fame and record deal to launch herself into the pop culture stratusphere, instead became embroiled in a drug fueled scandal created by Alix's overdoses on three separate occasions. Happy to annoy the problem, Mackenzie insisted that Krista was behind the leaks of Alix's drug use. While this worked for a little, Alix eventually went back to Krista leaving Mackenzie alone and angry.

hey. who's todd cortez repped by in the graphics department??

Alix Maria Spezia Vs Vinny Valentine if possible. I'm going out of town Thursday night, so if it isn't in by Thursday morning its never getting in!

so everything is in aside from the ME of course.

observe, dear friends, as I enjoy the show! Another week, another shocking title match ending! I didn't think there was a chance on this planet for Denzel to beat Reject, but he did it! Unfortunately it got reversed a segment later, but the outcome of their title rematch at NR should be interesting to see. Is Hebner gonna turn heel on Denzel and replay the SS screwjob? See, dudes, I know wrestling history. Don't come at me like I'm stupid. I liked that actual finish where the Burroughs boys came out, and then Deuce and Jumbo come out to throw down for their set. What can be said about reel talk, aside that I was the inspiration for the name, and that Tony did the seg 100% perfectly. High quality work from a man who's given us high quality work since the OAOAST started. Excellent chemistry shown between one-time arch enemies The Rockers and The Blonds. All we needed was Jim Cornette and it would've been the perfect flashback. Lol this show was so barren I had to write two filler matches just to space it out properly. I think that SJ/PRL/Landon was one of the stronger in ring promos I've read here in a very long time. Every dude was on point, and Landon even kicked European history on us. Really a fantastic job by all parties, I was genuinely entertained while reading it. My second filler match!!! The absentee Landon/PRL match!!! My Love Shack!!!

So, I posed this question to tony and kc a few months back, but as our time spent in the lord's year of 2007 draws ever shorter, I will ask the rest of you fine fellows, would you like to do an Angle Awards this year? Now, my thoughts were that seeing that there are a lot less people aboard the goodship OAOAST then previous yrs, those writing related awards like writer of the year, match writer of the year, etc seem almost pointless. But maybe that's just me. However, I figured we could still probably do a downsized AA, with awards such as tag team of the year, wrestler of the year, heel/face, MOTY, etc, etc. Anyway, I can organize it, and tally up all the votes. Just let me know if you guys actually want to do Angle Awards this year.

Alright, so that's basically 3-0 in favor of kayfabe only awards. When do people want the the cutoff date to be, because I'll start putting together the ballot around then? I think you all used NR for last year's, so we might as well just do that again.

OAOAST Productions, Proudly Presents... #~~THE LOVE SHACK~~# Fade into a television studio far different then anything ever seen on OAOAST programming. It appears as something that belongs on a day time talk show, not you're typical wrestling show. Each of its brick walls are adorned with oversized neon light signs that read LOVE SHACK and a trio of large video screens that run adjacent to the rising row of seats that lifts all the way back to the production booth. These seats are split into sections of three by a trio of wide stairways that roam all the way down to the talk show's stage. Sitting in these seats, are rabid fans who are quite dissimilar to your typical OAOAST crowd, mainly middle aged midwestern suburban housewives, generally overweight, and somewhat unattractive. There are certainly more then few male fans, the majority of whom appear like the type of gentlemen(I use that term loosely) we might see at an OAOAST event. The actual beige carpeted stage features four plush green cushioned wood grain chairs that rest beneath another neon lit LOVE SHACK sign that hangs from a plethora of crisscrossing metal bars that are stationed in front of a brick wall that's accented by soft blue spotlights. ANNOUNCER Love Generation, are you ready for your weekly dosage of the silkiest, smoothest, playa in all the land? Then throw your hands up for Leon Rodez!!!! “LEON! LEON! LEON!” chants the now standing audience. Right on cue from a doorway at the top of the stairs appears their hero, adorned in a snazzy three piece pinstriped suit. He charges down one set of stairs, slapping hands with his worshiping fans, before roaming up another set of stairs to do the same thing. Once that's complete, he finally speaks. LEON Ladies and gentlemen, I am (looks down to his name tag on his suit jacket) Zedor noel? Can we not assign the dyslexics to the name tag department? Imagine the disaster if we ever get a guy named kciD cassI on the show! Regardless, thank you all for joining me for a very special edition of The Love Shack. Mostly special because its the first Love Shack in years to not proceed the previous episode six months later. But its also special because its the first Love Shack in just about ever whose studio audience isn't a bunch of cardboard boxes and work release maximum security prisoners. Although that Nazi war crimes tribunal really dug Popick that one time we had him on here. Leon ventures down one of the seating rows in the middle of the risers, placing himself amongst his people. LEON Guys, there's lots of drama in TV land these days. You can't avoid it no matter what. You've got the writers strike in Hollywood, that's really doing a number on a lot of popular well respected television shows...and HeldDOWN. For real. Production here has ground to a halt, now that there's no one left to rip off every character from early nineties wcw, and late nineties WWF. The guys they got to cross the picket line didn't work so well either. Yeah, took one look at The Beverly Hills Blonds and crossed right back over. New on the lists of demands, the OAOAST updates its calendar to the year 2007. “LEON! LEON! LEON!” the audience sings as the host strikes a kung-fu pose to defend himself against what's likely to be a strong dressing down from the OAOAST front office. LEON What else is going on, lately? Ah, Dog The Bounty Hunter doesn't play well with non-whites. The A&E network tried to say they were shocked and appalled by his use of racist language. I can understand appalled, but shocked? No way. Look at him. When I look at Dog, I see a guy that belongs on the set of Deliverance raping Burt Renoylds with a beer bottle. Every time I watch that show, I can't help but wonder does he dry clean his Grand Wizard robes or does he power wash them? The audience applauds for the host's jabs at the disgraced celebrity, and Leon takes small bows, while his boyish face boasts a sheepish grin. LEON Okay, okay, onto the important things at hand. Last week, ladies and germs, was our first ever Halloween Spectacular. Now, lot's of huge things went down on that fateful Wednesday night. This very segment returned to television sets across the globe, I got a kiss on the cheek from Melody Nerdly, the world title may have changed hands, I don't know I slept through the main event, as I do everything involving Landon Maddix, and The Rockers actually managed to outlast eleven other much more talented tag teams to steal...er, win another run as tag champions. But even more impressive then that, is the fact that my good friend (yeah right!) Krista Isadora Duncan by herself, orchestrated the elimination of five different teams, en route to being the final elimination in the bout. But Krista Isadora Duncan is a singular entity, not one of those crazy indy-hipster mixed up, gender bending tag team names all the kids are going for these days. She was just one woman in a match swarming with tag teams. So the burning question is, where oh where was her tag partner and adorable little girlfriend, Alix Maria Spezia? We're intending on piecing together that puzzle here tonight on The Love Shack! As Leon inexplicably begins dancing up and down the aisle, the audience applauds his determination to provide them with the answers they seek. LEON But if we're really going to solve this mystery properly, then our magnifying glass needs to hit one woman, and one woman only! Alix! But she's not here. So, let's bring out the next breast....best thing, I swear I meant best, please don't shoot Elephant tranquilizers into my balls again, Krista. Emerging from the backstage area is Krista Isadora Duncan, earning a boisterous standing ovation from the crowd. The sleeves of a bright white and red flannel shirt are ruffled up to her elbows, and her legs pour out of a pair of cargo jeans and into spotless white tennis shoes. She wears a red and white headband to match her shirt. After waving to the roaring audience, she takes a seat in her chair, not looking overly thrilled to be here. LEON Krista, thanks for being on the show. And please let me be the first to offer you congrats on your excellent showing in the costume battle royal. KRISTA I'll be sure to file that little nugget of kindness in the blackened abyss where my soul once resided. Thank you, Mister Rodez. LEON You can call me by my first name. KRISTA Or I can call you by your full name, fucking douchebag. LEON Mister Rodez it will be! Krista, do you know why you're here on The Shack de la love? KRISTA Yes. In my previous life my aggressive military actions tailspun the entire free world into a five year war that saw over sixty million people lose their life, and brought every major superpower to the brink of extinction. I also annexed Poland, and without so much as a second thought, deported a good percentage of their citizens to concentration camps for mass executions. I systematically killed somewhere between 11 and 14 million people, including about 6 million Jews, and countless other Catholic and Protestant opponents, homosexuals, Roma, the physically handicapped and mentally retarded, Soviet prisoners of war , Jehovah's Witnesses, anti-Nazi clergy, trade unionists, and psychiatric patients. And I'm here amongst a man who's contribution to the realm of mass communication includes naming his signature moves with such laudable witticisms as “its da boom!”, and “call that bitch bojangles” because I am being punished. LEON A simple “I don't know” could've sufficed, probably. Just a note for next time. KRISTA I have an idea, old friend old pal, why don't we skip the whole back and forth repartee, and go straight to the part where I start banging my head against that brickwall in a futile effort to kill myself? Maybe I'll beat out the tune to Stayin Alive to give it all a nice ironic feel. LEON I..um..no. No. Krista, we have you here today, because we need to know about Alix. I know, you have to be more worried then anyone, but have you at least heard anything from her? KRISTA No, not really. Nothing. We were supposed to take Maya to the circus on Monday, but she was a no show. That's sort of understandable, because, you know, clowns are cruel exaggerations of unfortunate deformities and the pain of their condition is masked only by their grotesque painted smiles. So, right on my sapphic sister. Well, she did text message me on Sunday saying there was a problem at her cookie shop. The monkeys are out of control apparently. LEON Monkeys? She has monkeys in a cookie shop? KRISTA Do you know any other way to create chunky monkey ice cream? They're all potty trained and two of them can read your thoughts. But she hasn't even been answering her cellphone, which is insane because that girl lives on her cell sometimes. The bill I pay goes higher then most countries' gross national product. Sometimes the only way I can get her to make love to me is if I promise to throw in 600 weeknight minutes with every orgasm. But I don't even care about the how or the why, I just want someone to tell me everything is okay. We live in a city swarming with paparazzi, instead of taking fifteen million pictures of Britney Spears' diseased infested crotch, how about one of you find my girlfriend! Leon is distracted for a moment, as a production crew member passes him a note. The words on the paper spark his interest, and his eyebrows raise in curiosity. Krista notices his sudden change in expression. KRISTA What? What's wrong? LEON (tossing the note aside and beaming with excitement) Love Generation, I believe we have lift off! If you're standing up, sit down, if you're sitting down, stand up so you can sit down again, because on my heart and my soul, I promise you that we have someone who can bust this mystery wide open! Person backstage, will you please make yourself at home here in the Love Shack! Bringing forth a reaction of utter disbelief that soon delves into a sickened venom, Mackenzie DeCenzo, outfitted in black jeans and a white tank top, strolls onto the stage. Krista's expression turns depressingly empty, unable to even manage a frown in the face of the shimmering smile Mackenzie directs towards a wrathful audience. Fully ignoring Krista, Mackenzie smugly plops herself into the seat directly next to her. LEON Um, Mackenzie, wow. The audience may not be happy to see you, but those ratings that went sky rocketing through the ceiling, they sure as heck love ya! Striking writers, get the heck out, and stay the heck out, because The Grand Rapids Golden Child got that one man HEAT MACHINE! “LEON! LEON! LEON!” his audience sings. LEON Ah, so welcome to The Love Shack, Mackenzie. No hard feelings about the whole summer long feud with your Enterprise, bygones are bygones, that which does not kill only makes us stronger, takes more muscles to frown then smile. Let's not dilly dally, let's cut right to the point, what do you know about Alix's disappearance? Mackenzie giggles, a simple act that causes a wave of boos to pour from the stands. MACKENZIE Where was Alix on the night of the Halloween Spectacular? Is that what you're asking me, Mister Rodez? That's a question that seems to have vaunted up to the unsolvable status once owned exclusively by “what came first the chicken or the egg” or “what's the meaning of life.” You hop on to the Internet and you're immediately brought under siege by millions of theories on Alix's whereabouts, by the usual lamebrained gossip columnists. The server of every wrestling and entertainment message board we've ever been unlucky enough to visit, is bogged down by thousands of empty headed mongs trying to nail down Alix's whereabouts. Flip on your TV, and the brainless talking heads on E! And TMZ have enough ideas and quips to make this stupid primate look the part of a modern day Voltaire! LEON (solemnly looking towards an audience member) I think she's talking to you.... MACKENZIE This great inquiry is both sad, and hilarious, but mostly futile, because in everyone's efforts to treat this like it was some grand search for Hoffa's body or the Holy Grail, you whacked out conspiracy theorists have neglected a basic truth. LEON And what would that be? MACKENZIE That, Alix is tired of Krista's shit. KRISTA (stunned) What? Mackenzie crosses her legs, and with folded arms leans back in her chair, as she flashes that contemptuous smirk that continues to outrage the audience. MACKENZIE I didn't stutter. You heard exactly what I said. Alix is tired of your shit. You want to know the answer to where Alix was on Halloween Spectacular? Mackenzie rises from her chair, a grace of prideful superiority curls her lips into a smile, and her blue eyes cackle like raging thunderstorms. MACKENZIE You're looking at her. LEON There's ratings, and then there's ratings. And this, Love Generation, is ratings! “FILTHY WHORE! FILTHY WHORE! FILTHY WHORE!” the audience chants towards Mackie. MACKENZIE Hmmm, what a charming assortment of window lickers you've managed to smuggle from the local hospital's psychiatric ward, Mister Rodez. Krista, would you like me to repeat myself, or would you prefer to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart first? Krista looks helpless, like a fragile little girl left at the mercies of a callous switch wielding tormentor. Tears begin glazing over her weary eyes, a whiteness creeps over her once bronze skin, and her bubblegum pink lips quiver with the power of a thousand years of anguish. This doesn't go unnoticed by Leon, who quickly turns concerned at his verbal sparring partner's emotional downfall. LEON Krista, did you hear what she said? KRISTA Yeah, I heard. Please allow me to offer this as a rebuttal. There's no actual rebuttal offered. Only a ferocious cougar like pounce by the alleged jilted lover. She's on Mackenzie with alarming quickness and frightening terror, intent only on shredding her new worst enemy to pieces. The audience delights in Mackenzie's comeuppance, and loudly roots Krista on, as the younger woman shrieks in horror, as she's devoured by the savage Krista. Finally security guards recover from their paralyzing fear of Krista and step into the fray. They remove Krista, who's hair is drenched by sweat, sliding her head band to her neck. Her sleeves are unruffled, and her shirt hangs open now missing all but two of her buttons. Disgusted, fearful, and eager for revenge all at the same time, Mackenzie scrambles back to her seat, seething while she tries to group together the tattered rags of her tank top. “LET KRISTA GO! LET KRISTA GO! LET KRISTA GO!” LEON Against my status as a heterosexual red blooded male, I've got to say, Krista, you have to calm down! Impossible. She bucks wildly against the security guards restraint, flailing her arms towards her growling rival. KRISTA No! No! She's lying! This is a trick! This is one of Moneymaker's tricks! Leon motions to the security guard to set Krista down. Exhausted, by her surge of feral energy, she returns to her seat, and lowers her head in despair. LEON Uh, Krista, well...uh...um...she kind sounds serious to me. KRISTA (lifting her head up) No, no, no! Stop! Don't listen to her! This is all a mistake! MACKENZIE The only mistake here was made twelve years ago, when Alix first fell under your spell. Well, now the spell is broken, and Alix, my Alix, can see you for what you truly are, a cold, heartless, manic depressive, alcoholic monster, who probably can't even remember what ditch she passed out in last night. Day, after, day, Krista, all she thought about was you, and then I came and I tumbled the sky down. I'm a light that's aglow, that's alive. I'm a warm place in her heart. You? You're anger and regret, left shivering and standing in the dark. I've done what you could never do for Alix, I've given her the greatest gift anyone can have, to love and be loved in return. KRISTA That's not true! I've taken care of her... MACKENZIE You what? Yes, you've always paid the bills, supported her with your wealth of cash, and I'll grant you that you even met all her needs. Minus one, the need to be loved. She tells you, she loves you, and you have to look away, because you can't say anything back, without it being a total lie. You live in the same house, and still there are a million miles between your fantasy and her reality. You're cold and indifferent, and her heart was crashing into dust, and you were just letting it fade away. You want to control Alix, own like a pet. All, I want to do is make her realize that she is nothing less then the most wonderful person to ever set foot on any planet in any solar system. LEON How did you and Alix even get together? MACKENZIE It was only a month ago. Alix drove all the way to my apartment complex in Manhattan Beach to come see me. I had to rush down the stairs and meet her at the front door, because the doorman called and told me she was on the floor, bawling her eyes out. I had to pick her up off the ground, and carry her in my arms up the steps to my apartment, so I could put the pieces of her back together, pieces that this woman destroyed because she is incapable of caring about anyone past the person looking back at her in the mirror. So if you want to chant filthy whore to me, then fuck you, because I love her like no one else can. This isn't a trick, a gimmick, or your usual wrestling bullshit, this is me loving Alix Maria Spezia today, tomorrow and forever. Wherever she goes, whatever shes says, I can do nothing but love her with every inch of my heart. When she kisses me I feel tremors in the back of my knee. My synapses fire orders “move your arms, your legs, do something, she's the girl of your dreams, she's your one and only.” And I know she's the one because the smell of her makes my head swim, I get a physical joly when ever she looks at me. She touches me in one place and I feel it everywhere. I touch her anywhere and I feel it for days. I just want to love her the way she deserves to be loved. Like a queen. Leon is passed another card from a production crew member. The words on this one, nearly cripple him with their exciting possibilities. LEON (reading the card) Neptune's Trousers! Mackenzie, just dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, and now it looks like someone's heading straight for Nagaski. Alix Maria Sepzia, make yourself at home at the Love Shack! An interesting mixture of cheers and boos greets Alix, as the brunette, in a black fleece that reads “NEW YORK” and heavily destroyed jeans somberly walks onto the set. The reaction of her two warring lovers is decidedly positive, however, as they both cast tender smiles towards her. Krista rushes to meet at her at the entry way to the stage, and sinks down to her knees, passing along a pleading stare towards her girlfriend. KRISTA Oh, Alix! ALIX Uh, Krista... KRISTA Wait, you're not calling me Krissy like you always do. ALIX I don't want to call you Krissy. I just want to tell you something. I..I..I..uh...um...I'm a huge Clippers fan! You know the money we were gonna donate to war orphans? I used it to buy coke, then sold that coke to the war orphans at triple the price so I could buy Clippers season tickets. There! LEON Alix.... ALIX I dropped the your toothbrush in the toilet without telling you? I really hate America's Got Talent? If by talent you mean corporate greed, crappy health care, and terrible reality television, then yeah, we got that coming out of David Hasselhoff's ass. Uh, last Halloween I stuffed notes that read “JESUS H8s ISLAM” and various other radical right wing propaganda into every packet of skittles? No one is buying Alix's lies, and the steady murmur of annoyance among the crowd increases the pressure on her. MACKENZIE Don't be afraid, baby. I'm here. Alix takes a deep breath and nods. ALIX Is it hot in here or is it just the fact that I'm about to be the cause of my girlfriend's suicide? I don't know what to say. KRISTA “No.” “She's lying.” “Let's force her to dry hump a corpse inside a septic tank AKA have sex with Johnny Depp, then let's throw her off a cliff into a pile of AIDS filed syringes, dip her in flesh rotting acid, and if she manages to survive that, toss her into a hot tub overflowing with starving barracudas.” These would be all be excellent conversation starters. LEON I think the local pet shop closes at eight so its a no go on those barracudas. Why don't we start with the truth, Alix? I think that might be good idea. Alix's face flames with anger at Leon's exacerbation of the situation. ALIX Hey, shut up, if I wanted to be fake lectured for thirty minutes, I would've gone on Judge Judy. At least she's hot, and at least she has a reason for her high estrogen count. MACKENZIE Don't get mad, baby. Just, let it come out. I know you can. Suddenly, Alix's typically bombastic and bubbly voice morphs into a low, serious one, emerging as barely more then a faint whisper. ALIX The truth is, uh, yeah, I guess...um, god this sucks....uh....I'm lo..in...love with uh, uh Mackenzie. I'm in love with Mackenzie. I'm in love with Mackenzie. I'm in love with Mackenzie! There, alright, there, there's your truth. I'm in love with Mackenzie. New tears start down Krista's cheeks, but they don't matter, no one could have enough tears for this. KRISTA No you're not! You're confused, Alix! You're confused. She's poisoned you. We can't lose each other. You belong with me. ALIX I've been running away from you, Krista, and I didn't want to face you like this. I didn't know how to face the fact that I loved her more then you. I've been so scared . But Mackenzie, with her all these walls disappear, and she makes me feel stronger, like I'm important, like I can finally do things on my own, that I don't have to depend on somebody. Somebody like you. And I'm rambling but I'm so sorry, Krista, you know I am. I never wanna hurt you, I never meant to make you cry... Her sobbing face sags into Alix's stomach, and her body suffers through fits of violent trembling. Mackenzie, strangely, doesn't look overly concerned with Krista's outpouring of emotion. KRISTA Then don't! Please, god, don't do this! Please! ALIX Krista, I don't have a choice anymore. God, I don't wanna make you, like, feel bad, but you did this to me. I feel like our world is crumbling on national television, and its all because of you. I can't even really pretend that you'll change, because I don't have the tears left to cry when you disappoint me. I'm all cried out, Krista. For twelve freaking years, you have had me tethered and chained. I could just hear your name, and its like I'd faint. Twelve years ago, you took me over , all you had to do was look at me, and you could touch me in the most purest and beautiful ways I ever known. Twelve years, Krista, do you how much I have adored you? Worshiped you? Lived to hear your every word, and see your every smile. And, like, just...all I ever wanted in return was for you to give me back even a quarter of the affection I gave you. Horror squeezes Krista's voice down to a whisper. KRISTA Please stop.....Alix. I can't stand it. Why are you doing this to us? Why? Alix isn't listening to her, too afraid to stop speaking before tears explode through her eyes. Her voice drops another octave, going colder then the chills that spread down the base of Krista's spine. She sounds as though she's become a totally different woman, far removed from the beautiful girl Krista loved. ALIX There is so much effort, wasted effort, stupid gestures, totally ridiculous things, that I've done, and every single one of them I did it for you. I've blown through asshole boyfriends...present company excluded, stayed by your side through every one of your rehab trips, loved your daughter like I gave birth to her myself, been your perfect girlfriend, so you can be the perfect lesbian celebrity and I honestly, don't what I have to show for it, except a decaying empty emotional void. Tears brim again, this time on both their faces. To their left, Mackenzie watches with the calm precession that makes it look like everything is going according to plan. KRISTA Alix, please...I....I....don't..why.....you're breaking my heart. ALIX (steeling herself with anger) I'm breaking your heart? Well, that's too bad because you've already broken mine. Trembling, shaking her head, Krista's eyes look at Alix with one last gaze of desperate hope. KRISTA (voice exploding with the power of volcanoes) Look me in the eyes and you tell me you don't love me! ALIX No! You look me in the eyes, and you tell me you do love me, and if you can really do that, we can runaway, and we can leave the world behind, and we can die and peace and finally rest. But you can't do that, Krista! Because you've never ever said those words to me, and that's all I wanted! Its not your money, your intelligence, or your looks I was after. All I've been dying to hear is “I love you, Alix.” Four words, none of them more then a single syllable. You say I love you to your cat, your dog, even your hairstylist. But not to the woman who would go to the end of time with you. Its too late now. I don't wanna be your babygirl anymore, Krista. I just want what's best for me, and what's best for me is Mackenzie. The ground, the world, falls away beneath Krista, and she sinks away, joined by tears and brutal sobbing that seems as if it will last an eternity. Agony roots Alix above Krista's spiritless body, where she lays limp and broken in the smoky dusk of a love destroyed. An open mouthed Leon stands weakly, strangled by the violent shock that he played unwitting MC to the demise of Alix and Krista's relationship. Alix stumbles over her emotionally destroyed ex-girlfriend and into her new lover's arms. Her eyes are raw and numb, her selfcontrol all but shattered, and she cries from the relentless mind shredding dread. Her whole body shakes, and she floods with fresh tears. Mackenzie strokes her hair gently, and her lips stay warm and tender on her forehead. MACKENZIE Shhh...shh...don't cry, baby. Its alright, its okay. Everything is fine now. Everything is fine. We cut back to an image of Leon Rodez, standing amongst a shell shocked crowd, that are having as difficult a time regaining their composure as he. LEON Um, I guess that's it. Yeah, that's it. Unless, you guys have another one of those cards, hopefully one that says “Gotcha!” No? Okay. Another happy ending on The Love Shack, eh. Goodnight, everybody. The joyless host retreats up the stairs, desperate to escape the murky cloud thats fallen over his usual lighthearted show. Marvin Gaye's rendition of Stand By Me plays, as the logo of The Love Shack is superimposed over the image of the crowd, faintly clapping after the disaster they just witnessed. If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me Darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, oh stand, stand by me FADE OUT

THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY PRESENTED IN HD Blasting on the screen is our introductory video, showcasing the adrenaline fueled thrill ride that is OAOAST programming. As the video cycles through close ups of key characters, and the death defying spots and stunts they routinely preform, Party Like a Rockstar provides a thumping soundtrack. The video finally closes out with a black and white image of The Puerto Rican starring sternly over his bare shoulder. We're quickly glide across the entrance set, which is given a very Puerto Rican feel due to our unique surroundings. The cornucopia of video screens all flash images of the Puerto Rican Flag, the lights on the set's ceiling usually a moody blue and black, are now fun and playful blue, red and white. Even the entrance doors aren't spared from a Puerto Rican makeover, as they now proudly display a flag that's being waved about by thousands of rabid OAOAST crowd members. What fans aren't carrying their homeland's flag, are thrusting signs pledging their love and respect for native son PRL high into the sky. The more passionate fans have gone as far as to paint their bodies with the image of the Lightening Crew leader. That's probably overdoing it a bit, but you know, whatever gets you off. COACH Hide your wallet, Cole, there's Mexicans afoot. COLE These are Puerto Ricans, idiot! We're in Puerto Rico! COACH Puerto Ricans, eh? Hide your wallet and your weed. It ain't safe! COLE Folks, I'm sorry that we've had to start of the show with Coach slandering a land that's been great to all us OAOAST employees. And these fans, perhaps the only fans alive who have anything nice to say about PRL, are some of the most passionate we've ever encountered, and it is great to be here. The OAOAST is a huge deal here, and numerous Puerto Rican celebrities are here tonight, such as Bernie Williams, Felix Trinadad, Miguel Cotto, Carlos Beltran. But I have to wonder if any of them are as popular down here as PRL? I'd have to say most definitely not! They love him and its easy to see why he loves them back. What warm and wonderful people... COACH Quit kissing the ass of a wasteland that ain't even good enough to be the fifty first state. The honies is smoking, but that's about all they got going out in here "Cuba Jr." Look, big shit went down at the Halloween Spectacular, you need to focus in on that. The Heavenly Rockers fought their way into a second tag title reign... COLE By beating, a woman who had no partner. And we still don't know where Alix is, and its been over a week since the match! Krista Isadora Duncan will be on The Love Shack after the show is over, so hopefully she'll shed some light on this, because its very disturbing. COACH Alix is fine, that girl is made of Teflon, nothing could ever happen to her. She's probably just trying to figure out how to chew gum and walk at the same time. As I was saying, The Rockers are your brand new One and Only World Tag Team Champions! Abdullah Abir Nerdly, is the best Nerdly of all time! And, while everyone knows how great The Rockers are, they didn't know what kind of man Stephen Joseph Popick was. COLE Yeah, he's a world champion. If you can believe that. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to think, but he's representing us to the world, and you can make of that what you will. Tonight, we've got a hell of an evening on tap, the international world title is going be defended in a few moments, Christopher Patrick Allen will be in action against Max Anderson, The Blonds are up to their sneaky ways again, Popick is here, along with PRL, and I already mentioned The Love Shack with Krista Isadora Duncan. COACH Maybe Alix dedicated herself to the service of Christ and became a nun. COLE And maybe pigs are flying out my urethra. Master Blaster (Jammin') plays, and Denzel Spencer gets a nice reaction as he makes his way to the ring. COLE And we kick it off with a World title match! Big opportunity for Denzel Spencer! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest...is for the OAOAST International championship of the WORLD! It is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, the challenger! Hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica, weighing in at 227 pounds...DENNNNNZZZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPENCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! COACH Can you imagine, though, if this guy were to become a World champion right here tonight? COLE What's wrong with that, Denzel Spencer's a great athlete! COACH That would be almost as bad as Jeff Hardy being a World champion! COLE Oh, come ON. COACH ...ok, that was a little much, you're right. Spencer slides into the ring and poses on the buckles, as Renegade hits, and boos fill the arena as Reject makes his entrance. BUFFER His opponent...hailing from the Bronx, weighing in at 235 pounds...he is the OAOAST International champion of the WORLD...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJECT!!!!! Reject climbs into the ring and poses with the belt, then hands it to the referee, and when he turns around, he's leveled with a flying forearm! *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go! International World title on the line! COACH What a cheap shot that was by Spencer! Spencer hammers on Reject, who crawls into a corner. Spencer levels him with kicks and forearms, then attempts an Irish whip. However, Reject reverses, then charges, but Spencer moves out of the way! Spencer then catches Reject with a drop toe hold, then a clothesline as he gets to his feet! COLE Denzel Spencer looking great in the early going! Spencer then backs Reject into a corner, and climbs to the second rope, hammering away as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Spencer then whips Reject into the ropes, but puts his head down, and gets kicked in the face by Reject! COLE Mistake by Spencer, and Reject taking advantage! Spencer staggers into the ropes, but when Reject charges him, he ducks down and dumps him to the floor! COLE And Reject sent to the outside! Spencer stops briefly to catch his breath, then backs into the ropes, and attempts a baseball slide, but Reject steps out of the way, then clotheslines Spencer on the floor! COACH Yeah! COLE Big clothesline from Reject, Spencer landing on the floor with a thud! Reject catches his breath, then stomps away on Spencer before tossing him back inside. Reject rolls back in, then picks up Spencer by the head, running to the ropes and jumping over the top, hanging Spencer on the rope! COACH Beautiful! Reject quickly rolls back in, then hits a fistdrop on Spencer and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject then chokes away on Spencer on the mat, breaking at the referee's four-count. He then poses for the crowd, drawing boos. COLE Reject with the advantage here in this World championship match! Reject grabs Spencer and pulls him to the apron, then steps outside and drops an elbow across the collarbone area! He then does it a second time, and Spencer falls off the apron and onto the floor. COACH And now it goes to the outside, Cole, and this plays into Reject's advantage! COLE I'd have to agree with that. Reject picks up Spencer, and drops him across the guardrail! He then picks him up again, and throws him HARD into the steel steps! COACH DAY-UM~! COLE What FORCE Reject used to send Spencer into those steel steps! Reject then rolls back inside and poses some more for the crowd, who boos in response. He lets Spencer crawl back inside, then drops an elbow to the back of the head. Spencer turns over to his back, and Reject drops a fist. He then drops another, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Credit to Denzel Spencer, he keeps kicking out! Reject picks up Spencer, but Spencer starts firing off right hands! COLE And look at him fight back! Spencer whips Reject into the ropes, but Reject ducks a spinkick, and drills Spencer with a spinning wheel kick! COACH There we go! COLE But just like that, Reject puts a stop to the rally! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Reject goes to the top rope, but Spencer beats him to the corner, and racks him! COACH Oh no! COLE Big chance for Specner to gain an advantage! Spencer follows Reject to the top, and takes him off with a HURRICANRANA~! COLE BIG move by Denzel Spencer! Both men are out on the mat, as the referee counts. 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! Spencer gets to his feet first, and ducks a clothesline from Reject, hitting him with an atomic drop! Reject is propelled into the ropes, and when he comes back, Spencer catches him with an inverted atomic drop! Denzel then takes Reject down with a jumping sidekick, ala Booker T, and covers... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE Near-fall for Denzel Spencer! Spencer picks up Reject, and whips him into a corner, hitting with a handspring elbow! As Reject staggers out, Spencer slips behind him and climbs the ropes backwards, then hits Reject with a missile dropkick! COLE Big dropkick! 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE WOW, so close! As Spencer argues the count, the Burrough Boys start walking to the ring! COLE Wait a minute! Here come the Burrough Boys! COACH Yeah, let's see how Denzel handles this! Spencer stares down the Burrough Boys from the ring, as Jumbo and Deuce Deuce Bigelow come out of the crowd, and block the end of the aisleway, arms crossed! COLE He's not gonna have to handle it, Coach! The Burrough Boys briefly point at Jumbo and Deuce, then charge in, and a 4-on-2 brawl erupts! COLE And we've got a donnybrook on the outside! The six men brawl on the outside, and Deuce and Jumbo eventually send the Burrough Boys heading for the hills! COLE And Deuce and Jumbo have fought them all off! Spencer scoops Reject up, but Reject slips behind the back, and delivers a foot to the gut. COACH Could be the Pitch Black, Cole! Reject sets up the PITCH BLACK~!!!!!11111, but Spencer trips him up, and executes a slingshot...sending Reject right into the referee! COLE Uh-oh, the referee goes down! Reject gets to his feet slowly, and turns around. Spencer attempts a hurricanrana, but Reject blocks with a sitout powerbomb! COACH YEAH! Now's time to take advantage! COLE I think Reject has gotten a little more from Denzel Spencer than he bargained for! Reject rolls to the outside, and grabs the belt from the timekeeper. COACH And now I think Spencer's about to get the belt in a way he's not going to like! Reject rolls into the ring and signals to the crowd that it's over, then waits on Spencer to get up. He charges, but Spencer hits a quick dropkick to the shin, causing Reject to go down and drop the belt. Spencer then picks up the belt, and floors Reject! COACH OH NO! COLE Reject is down, but there's no referee! Spencer covers, as the crowd counts. Suddenly, Earl Hebner rushes down the aisle, slides in, and makes the count... 1... 2... ... NO!!! Reject gets the shoulder up! COACH Whew! COLE And Reject JUST does kick out! Spencer briefly questions the referee's count, then picks up Reject. He whips him into a corner, and charges, but Reject gets his foot up! COLE And Spencer running right into the foot of Reject! Reject gets his wits about him, then notices who the new referee is. He walks over and confronts Hebner, as Spencer tries to recover. COACH Look at this! COLE We've seen this in recent weeks, Reject with his intimidation of Earl Hebner... COACH I think he wants to know where Hebner was when he had a cover on Spencer earlier! Reject exchanges words with Hebner, then shoves him into the ropes. Hebner bounces off the ropes, then shoves Reject right back! COACH No, THERE'S the problem right there! He has no right to put his hands on the wrestlers! COLE And the wrestlers have no right to put their hands on a referee! Reject grabs Hebner by the face, and roughly shoves him to the mat! Reject slowly turns around, and catches Spencer's right foot with his right hand. Spencer spins to his left, catching Reject under the chin with his left foot! COLE Great kick by Spencer! Reject lands in a corner, and Spencer runs to the corner, and hits Reject with a split-legged moonsault! Hebner counts... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COACH WHAT??? COLE IT'S OVER! WE'VE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! Hebner heads for the hills, and Reject tries to give chase, but is restrained by Deuce and Jumbo as Hebner gets away. COACH This is not fair, Cole! Reject got screwed! And you know it! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NEWWWWWWWW OAOAST International champion of the WORLD...DENNNNNZZZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPENCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Buffer just gets the announcement out of his mouth before Reject chases him out of the ring. COLE Reject is irate! Reject has just lost the International World title! Spencer has bailed out of the ring, and high-fives Jumbo and Deuce as he walks down the aisle. Reject has grabbed a chair from ringside, and is storming around the ring, as Spencer stops at the entryway to acknowledge the fans, dropping to his knees and clutching the belt to his chest. COLE A great moment here in the OAOAST, we have a new International World champion! COACH This is bullshit! This is UNFUCKING CALLED FOR~! COLE Fans, we've got to take a break, what a start on OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Commercial Break

"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "Megalomaniac" by Incubus hits, as from behind the curtain steps Megan Skye, heralding the arrival of Landon who stops at the top of the ramp and thrusting his hands out to his side to boos. Landon walks confidently to the ring, despite the abuse of the crowd being thrown his way. The camera in front of him gets a good shot of his now bare waist, which earns him a chastising from Landon and Megan as they pass. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your main-event of the evening live on TSM, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being lead to the ring by his manager MEGAN SKYE. Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... he weighs in tonight at two hundred, eight pounds... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMAAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!! Landon leaps to the apron, looking out at the crowd as Megan climbs the steps. Megan holds open the ropes and Landon bounds into the ring, spinning himself into the centre of the ring HBK style and posing with Megan. "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the partizan crowd standing up and cheering. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, and his manager and his fiancee Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. The crowd's cheers get louder still, to the point of being near deafening! COLE I've got goosebumps right now! What a reaction for Tha Puerto Rican, again! PRL flashes a rare smile out at the crowd and nods his head, pumping his fist to his heart to show his love for his 'raza'. Lindsay takes her man by the hand and the couple begin their walk to the ring as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing. BUFFER And, introducing the opponent. From SAN JUAN, PUERTO RRRRRRRRRIIICCOOOOOOOOO!! "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER ... weighing in at two hundred, twenty pounds and being accompanied by the OAOAST World Women's Champion, MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ! Here is, "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION"... THA PUUUUUEEEEEEEERRTOOOOOOOO RRIIIIIIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!! "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The first couple of Puerto Rico, being showered with cheers here. They've been in town all week making public apperances, TV, radio, the whole nine yards. You couldn't move for the past week without seeing those two faces. They're like the Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes of Puerto Rico! COACH Come on, PRL isn't QUITE that short. COLE That's not exactly what I meant. Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and scans his adoring crowd. Lindsay holds the ropes, and PRL enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans cheers and then does the HBK muscle pose while a huge burst of pyro goes off behind him. From the outside, Landon looks on trying to hide his jealousy at the grandious entrance of his opponent. COLE This is a once in a lifetime moment for Tha Puerto Rican, what must he be feeling right now? The crowd is still cheering as PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and smells the electricity in the air. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and soaks up some more of the atmosphere. A very bored looking Landon makes a motion for the hometown hero to 'wrap it up' while he hits turnbuckle number three, determined to give his people the maximum photo opportunity. "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" Jumping off the turnbuckle, PR turns to each side of the crowd in turn and does the "we're not worthy" bow, which is being returned his way by many of the fans. COACH Oh, so now PRL LOVES his fans. He LOVES the people. Bleugh! You know, I never had PR down as a hypocrite but now, I dunno. COLE Coach, he's in Puerto Rico. This is his home, these are his people! What did you expect him to do, come out and insult the local sports team? COACH They have one? COLE Probably. Landon sees that PRL is finally bringing the ceremonies to a close and slowly climbs the ring steps, eyeing up The Corporate Champion. Turning to him, PRL calls over Lindsey and gives her a kiss good luck, keeping a close eye on Landon the entire time. Lindsey takes PRL's belongings to the floor and takes her place in the corner, already exchanging some scathing looks with her counterpart Megan Skye across the ring. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and we're ready to go. Well, PRL is. Climbing off the top ring step, Landon very slowly walks across the ring apron with his eyes locked on Tha Puerto Rican. PRL drops into a crouched position, pulling up his tights to his knees and inviting Landon to take him on. But Landon isn't about to be drawn into anything before he's ready, demanding referee Mike Chioda keeps PRL back before he even thinks about entering the ring. And of course, when he doesn't, the moment PRL moves in Maddix bails to the floor again complaining. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Well, this will be a first time one on one meeting, when Landon eventually decides to get into the ring. Chioda eventually gets PRL to give Maddix space to get into the ring. Maddix slowly enters and still looks pretty cautious as he moves around the ring. Smiling, PRL hears the buzz of the crowd and encourages some clapping, much to Landon's consternation. COACH Oh, come on PR, you're better than this!! COLE A fantastic atmosphere here tonight for this huge, pay per view quality HeldDOWN~! main event. What a great crowd we've had here tonight in San Juan and we thank you joining us at home on TSM to enjoy it with us. As his attempts to quieten the crowd down fail miserably, Landon eventually has enough and tries to jump PRL. Tha hometown boy is ready for him and they tie-up, with Landon getting the better of it and forcing PR back into a corner. No sooner has contact been made with the turnbuckle pads, off backs La Cucaracha, not even giving PRL a chance to free himself. PRL sneers at Landon, as he soaks up the mini-victory for all it's worth. And then some. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" COLE These people know enough English to make their feelings known. Of course, Landon is half-Spanish anyway but... The two lock up again, Landon this time applying a side headlock. As he gloats over that though, PRL suddenly takes his feet from out underneath him, executing a quick back suplex. Shocked, out of the ring rolls Maddix, calling for a time-out. COACH He needs a second Cole. This was a long flight over here, after all, he could have that DVT stuff. COLE Coach, that affects your legs. COACH Yeah, well, the guy has two jobs. Cut him some slack! Growing impatient, PRL paces around the ring. The crowd, his crowd, are getting impatient too and encourage him to go after Landon, which eventually he does. Just about spotting PR heading towards him in time, off scoots Landon, rounding the ring and sliding in. PRL does the same, a little naively, paying for it with a boot to the head from La Cucaracha! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" After a few more stomps away marches Landon, tapping his head which of course means he has ALL the brains. As he goes back over to PRL, the hometown hero has pulled himself up, but finds himself trapped in a corner. A forearm rocks him... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and sets up a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second! Landon then looks for an irish whip... but PRL spins out in front, pulling the former World Champion forward and giving him a good old fashioned BAAAAACK bodydrop! Coming down on his tailbone hard, Maddix rolls right over onto his knees and tries to beg off for a second, before again rolling for the outside. Only difference is, this time he doesn't quite make it. COLE Uh-oh! Maddix is trying to catch the next plane out of Puerto Rico, but this flight has been delayed due to Puerto Rican Lightning! COACH Worst annecdote... in the last ten minutes. By the ankle, PRL pulls the pleading Landon right the way back into the centre of the ring, forcing him to get back to his feet and fight. PRL is waiting on him by then though and lands a stinging punch. And another. A third... a fourth... and a fifth! Backed into the ropes, Landon looks a little punch-drunk as he tries to hurl a right hand of his own. The wild swing is ducked by Tha Puerto Rican however, booting Landon in the gut before giving him a European uppercut. Maddix ends up hung over the ropes, PRL pulling him right off of them and into an irish whip, setting himself for an early Spinebuster... but he sets too early, allowing Maddix to put on the brakes and connect with a kick to the shoulder blade! MEGAN THAT'S RIGHT LANDON, YOU'VE GOT HIM! YOU'VE GO... Hitting the ropes, the over-confident La Cucaracha runs right into a steamrollering clothesline from Tha Puerto Rican! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" MEGAN ..... The crowd go wild for the high-impact move and even wilder as PRL stops near the ropes, looking out into the sea of humanity for a second. They're quick to warn him once Maddix is back to his feet though. PRL quickly turns on his heels and leans into the ropes, picking his spot as Landon turns around for another clothesli... NO! Landon ducks, watching PRL turn around and throwing a Superki... CAUGHT! Holding onto the leg, PRL leaves Landon hopping around and milks the situation a little, before slamming his elbow down into the kneecap of La Cucaracha... and then dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker as the momentum throws Landon forwards! It's at this point we cut away backstage, to where our World Champ Stephen Joseph Popick is standing watching this on a monitor. He's actually in The Lightning Crew locker room and there's plenty of couches around. So the fact he's standing says a lot. Back to live action meanwhile and PRL loads Landon up, sending him off the ropes with an irish whip. Back shoots Landon, ducking underneath a leapfrog and coming off the far ropes. Not turning for more than a second, up goes PRL again, reverse leapfrogging Maddix this time. From the outside, Megan hollers at her man, telling him to watch out for the armdrag. To no avail, as Tha Puerto Rican sweeps him over to a pop from the crowd! COLE Patented PRL! And this crowd, eating it up! COACH More fool them I say. These people are so desperate for a hero on this remote, non-descript island, they're clinging onto a guy... hell, you heard it from Popick himself, a guy who's sold out to Corporate America. He's The Corporate Champion and you know, I love him for it, but he comes out here sucking up to these people he left behind at the border... COLE The border!? As in the US/MEXICO border!? COACH Same dif. COLE You realise Puerto Ricans have US citizenship, right? COACH Thanks, Wikipedia. Maddix is retreating now and backs into a corner, looking for some sort of a reprieve from the oncoming Puerto Rican. Again to no avail as PRL boots him in the gut, forcing Landon up against the turnbuckles which he then climbs, fist clenched... "UNO!" "DOS!" "TRES!" "QUATRO!" "CINCO!" "SE..." ...NO! The counting stops at Se... uh, six, as Landon shoves PRL in the chest. Down crashes Tha Puerto Rican, but he manages to roll through most of the impact on landing apparantly, as he rushes right back at Landon with a Stinger Splash before he's had time to come out of the corner! COLE PRL running on something a little extra tonight! Landon begins to stagger out of the corner, so PRL turns and makes for the far set of ring ropes. However, Landon isn't quite as dazed as he seems. And he lures PRL in with some wobbily body language, before suddenly springing to life and cutting him off with a Dropsault! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE But Landon Maddix, nothing if not resiliant. He doesn't call himself 'La Cucaracha' for nothing. Cover by Maddix... 1... NO! COLE Wow, quick kickout by PRL, barely even a one count! The crowd are bouyed by that, as a slightly embarrassed Landon measures PRL for a stomp. PRL feels it, but continues to pull himself to his feet. Stalking around his opponent, Maddix measures him for a stomp to the chest. PRL hits the mat again, but bounces back up, forcing Landon to get defensive and trap him in a front facelock before he regains his feet. COLE Landon fighting off not just PRL, but tens of thousands right now! You heard what PRL said earlier, he IS Puerto Rico! COACH Since when did you believe what PRL says? PRL grabs Landon's leg trying to find an escape. Kicking his leg free, the former World Champion clubs PR in the back a couple of times to try and subdue him. Maddix then sets up... and executes a vertical suplex. Rolling through, Landon then hits the ropes, coming off the middle with a Quebrada... ...NO, PRL rolls clear... ...but Landon manages to get his hands up and land safely on all fours! PRL has pulled himself up and once his relief at saving himself passes, Maddix charges in. The Corporate Champion ducks his head, causing Landon to bandera to the apron, catching PRL as he turns with a forearm over the ropes. Gripping onto the top rope, Maddix then pulls himself back into the ring, locking his ankles around PR's neck on the way over and taking him down with a headscissors! MADDIX OLÉ! The celebrations don't last long for Landon though, as when he turns around, he fails to Dogde THIS, BITCH~! and eats some Gamengiri!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Landon pulling out a little lucha libré, It's PR's turn to make a cover this time... 1... 2... No! True to form, PR gets on the referee's case about a slow count. Hey, maybe he hasn't changed so much after all! "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" Waiting on Maddix to get up, PRL sets. Crouched, he eyes Landon up, almost salivating at the prospect of what he's about to do next. Reaching his feet Landon looks a little shaken still, turning around in search of his opponent. And he turns right into a scoop and a slam, bringing the crowd to their feet. COLE UH-OH! COACH Oh man, here it comes! COLE Could it be, The Intensezone Elbow!? PRL looks up to see thousands of his Puerto Rican faithful on their feet and grins. Slowly he teases off the elbowpad, before spitti... NO. PR thinks about it, before shaking his head and throwing it into the crowd instead!! A surge of activity starts up as the people try to grab the precious elbowpad, as back in the ring PRL does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, jumps over Maddix... ...AND GETS TRIPPED BY MEGAN SKYE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Aw, come on! As PRL turns and glares at Megan, around sprints Lindsey to get herself some of her opposite number! But referee Chioda jumps out of the ring to bravely get between the two fiesty females before they can come to blows. Megan and Lindsey have to settle for just catty insults then, still enough to keep Chioda's hands full... ...which means he misses the BLANTANT LOWBLOW in the ring, as a distracted PRL backs into Maddix's range! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As PR holds the Corporate Jewels, Landon pulls him around by the arm, spiking him with a quick DDT! The Corporate Champ lays spark out in the middle of the ring, prompting Landon to scream at Chioda to get back inside and make the count. And with Lindsey and Megan finally seperated, he does so... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Landon applies a chinlock, trying to cover up the fact that PRL is favouring his testicles from the referee. COLE Man, thank goodness PRL kicked out there or we might have had a riot on our hands! Megan with the distraction, Maddix with the lowblow, that's not the way Tha Puerto Rican deserves to go down in San Juan if that's to be the case. COACH Oh, you make it sound as if PRL's never cheated in his career. COLE He has. Plenty of times. But not so far tonight. The people of San Juan get behind PR, Lindsay trying to rally them not that they need any extra encouragement. Looking up at the hostile crowd around him, Landon starts to panic as PRL's fist starts a-pumping, dragging him from a seated position onto his back with the chinlock. COACH You are such a hack, you know that? These people cheer for PR and suddenly you're sticking up for him, crying foul everytime he's in the slightest bit of danger, cheering his every move? You sicken me. COLE Me!? What the hell happened to you being his biggest fan!? Usually we need to change the covers on this sofa after a PRL match! As the support continues to grow in the arena, Tha Puerto Rican starts to come to life. Rolling over onto his side, up climbs PR, Maddix still clinging onto him and desperately trying to keep him down. PRL reaches his feet and Landon suddenly adjusts, changing his hold on the head to a Sleeper. But Tha Puerto Rican is already up and he fires off an elbow to the gut! And another! Landon loses the sleeper... and eats a punch! Another! And another! PRL, unloading, punch after punch after punch. He stops, spits on the left hand... the opening Maddix needs to land a desperation knee to the gut and cut the flurry off! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Turning PRL into the ropes Maddix executes an irish whip. However as PRL comes off the ropes it's clear that he's in control of his run as he comes sprinting back, soaring through the air at the shocked Landon with a flying forearm... ...NO! Maddix hits the mat, avoiding the flying Puerto Rican! PR crashes and burns, as Maddix checks an imaginary watch on his wrist... before kipping up! COACH Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about! The Spanish Showstopper! COLE Landon just mocking PRL with that kip-up. Jeers and whistles rain down on Landon from all sides of the arena. By now, Landon is growing to enjoy the negative reaction and further infuriates the fans by "smelling the electricity", apparantly smelling something foul in the Puerto Rico air and turning his nose up. Maddix then goes back after PRL, pulling him off the canvas and connecting with a boot to the gut. Wringing out the arm, Landon steps over so he's straddling Tha Puerto Rican's right arm, before bringing his right leg up under the jaw! PRL's head snaps back violently and he staggers around for a second, looking like he'll stay on his feet... but not so, to a smile from Landon as he faceplants to the canvas. COLE ¡Buenas Noches! PRL. Lindsey looks genuinely worried for the first time in the match as referee Chioda checks if PRL is still conscious. Watching all this from the corner is Landon, just lounging back in the turnbuckles and taking his sweet time over his next move. "CANTO DE CAB - RÓN!" *clapclap clapclapclap!* "CANTO DE CAB - RÓN!" *clapclap clapclapclap!* COLE I've no idea what that means but... uh, I'm guessing Landon does. As the crowd continue to sing away, Maddix pushes himself up onto the middle rope and gives them all a hearty 'up yours'. He then waves PRL on, diving off the middle rope as he walks in, PLANTING PRL with a Flying DDT! Tha Puerto Rican folds up like an accordion, Landon pushing him onto his back and hooking a leg... COACH That could do it! 1... 2... NO! COACH It could, but it doesn't. Landon briefly accuses Chioda of favouritism before, with a shocked look on his face, pointing to Lindsey Gonzalez climbing to the apron wielding some sort of deadly weapon. Except she isn't. On either count. By the time Chioda realises that though, Landon has already applied his blatant choke. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Maddix breaks just before five, earning him a reprimand from Chioda. Landon complains of not being able to hear the referee properly over all the noise in the arena... all while kneeling across PRL's throat! Which, of course, Chioda doesn't realise at first due to his reprimanding. COLE Come on referee! Spotting PRL's flailing legs out of the corner of his eye, Chioda realises something is up and finally spots the hidden choke... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOU..." Breaking a little earlier this time, Landon apologises to Chioda. COLE That was the oldest trick in the book right there. COACH And the best part about it is, it still works! PRL is up now, backed into a corner trying to get his breath back. Following him into the corner, Maddix pins PR's arms over the ropes and then rears back, firing off a STIFF kick to the chest! Followed up with a second, equally as stiff kick! Tha Puerto Rican is really hanging in the corner now, the ropes holding him up, while Landon... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...throws a knifedge chop! Irish whip by Landon, sending PRL across the ring and into the opposite corner. The former World Champion then charges, soaring through the air and connecting on a big leaping forearm strike in the corner on Tha Puerto Rican! COLE PRL is in trouble right now. This could turn out to be a nightmare homecoming for Puerto Rico's favourite son were he to lose tonight! As PRL stumbles out of the corner, Landon grabs him, snapmaring him over... *SMACK!* ...before landing with another thunderous kick, this time to the spine! PRL writhes on the canvas Landon then leaps, coming off the middle rope with a Quebrada, which this time connects! Leg hooked... 1... 2... NO! ...but as soon as PRL kicks out, Maddix steps over his back and locks him in the LAND OF NOD!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh, he's got him trapped! Land Of Nod, this could spell curtains for Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Don't you just love it when fairytales don't come true? Maddix wrenches back on the head, referee Chioda right there to check if PRL is a- about to give it up and b- still conscious. At the moment, Tha Puerto Rican is still in the fight, wagging his finger at the ref and trying to hang on. Maddix is sitting back now though, pulling back on the modified dragon sleeper as far as PRL's neck will go. Suddenly, in all this commotion, the camera cuts to the entranceway, as STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK has chosen this moment to walk to ringside! The boos are drowned out by the support being lent PRL's way, but he's still not welcomed... even though he appears to be cheering Tha Puerto Rican on. COACH Ah, all is well now. PRL's Career Consultant is here and not a moment too soon! COLE Popick's got some nerve coming out here after the way he spoke to Tha Puerto Rican earlier on tonight and even more never to cheering him on as if nothing's happened! COACH He's still PR's Career Consultant Michael. It's his job! Besides, what would PRL be without Popick by his side? PRL doesn't see Popick but does suddenly get a jolt of energy as he tries to escape the Land Of Nod. Pushing up on his hands and knees, PRL does his best to look around and see where he is. Lindsey is shouting over the masses of fans behind her, trying to guide her man, Landon shaking his head vehemently as he pulls back on the head some more... ...watching in despair as PRL's hand starts to reach out in front of him... ...AND GRABS THE MIDDLE ROPE!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "BREAK THE HOLD LANDON..." "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOU..." Landon does break, stomping PRL in the back and marching away in frustration. On the outside Popick starts to get behind PRL, drawing a confused glance from Lindsey a few feet away around the ring. COACH What a gracious man Popick is. After all PRL said to and about him earlier, he's still man enough to let bygones be bygones and come out here, lend his support to his best friend. COLE I'm sure PRL is delighted. Dragging PRL away from the ropes, Maddix points down at Popick and makes sure he's watching closely as he brings PR to his feet, stooping down and lifting PRL up onto his shoulders! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE GTS! The crowd sense it, Cole senses it... but so does PRL, kicking his legs frantically in an attempt to free himself. Landon struggles, and eventually loses Tha Puerto Rican! Sliding off the shoulders and down the back, PR spins Landon around and hooks him up for the LATIN SLA... NO! Landon elbows his way free. The last elbow spins PRL around, Maddix waiting on him on the way back and going for a kick. But PR blocks, catching the leg and leaving Landon hopping on the other foot. Before Landon can react, PRL then whips Maddix around, spinning him 360... KICK! *WHAM!* COLE CAPPA KILLA!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Maddix takes a dramatic bump to a thunderous ovation from the Puerto Rican crowd, Lindsey jumping for joy on the outside. But the noise soon dies down a little when it's apparant that Tha Puerto Rican isn't able to follow up. Both men stay down and referee Chioda, after checking for signs of life from both, begins a standing 10 count. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "FOUR!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "FIVE!" COLE This capacity crowd trying to bring Tha Puerto Rican back to his feet! "SIX!" "SEVEN!" On eight, both Landon and PRL break the count. PRL is up to one knee but Landon is on his feet, albeit with the aid of the ring ropes. Shaking out the cobwebs, Landon walks over to PRL and drags him off his knees to his feet... but PRL suddenly spins around and lands a punch! And another! A third! Fourth! Fifth! Maddix is reeling, as PRL throws up the left hand, spitting on it... and connecting with a final punch that knocks La Cucaracha off his feet! Suddenly, the adrenaline is flowing and Tha Puerto Rican is feeling it again, circling the ring and whipping the San Juan crowd into a frenzy! COLE Can you feel it!? Can you feel the electricity in the air!? Catching Landon on his way in, Tha Puerto Rican hooks the former World Champ up and takes him over with a vertical suplex! He then rolls through, and does a second vertical suplex on La Cucaracha! PRL rolls through again, and lifts Landon up for a third straight vertical suplex. He holds Landon up in the air for a few seconds, letting the blood rush to his head, almost teasing the crowd who are going wild in anticipation. COACH Come on already! COLE The strength of Tha Puerto Rican! And he's giving these people the perfect photo-op as he holds La Cucaracha overhead! COACH Shame that a camera would probably cost most of these people a year's wages. PR does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture, and then walks towards the ropes. He drops Landon’s feet across the top ring rope and gives him the third vertical suplex, which completes the Corporate Trifecta!! For once he leaves the applauding to others after the sequence though, not wasting any time in dragging Landon into position. Once he's got Landon where he wants him, Tha Puerto Rican then exits the ring and climbs the top rope. The crowd stands up and cheers wildly, getting behind their man. PRL stands up on the top rope, removes his elbow pad, and throws it down on the mat. PR motions to the crowd, and then leaps off the top rope, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air... ...AND HITS THE CORPORATE ELBOW DROP!! "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jumping right back to his feet, PRL looks around... and gives the "that's it" gesture, ready to finish Landon off. However, it's at this point he finally spots Popick standing in the aisleway. Popick claps for his client and encourages him to go ahead and do it, failing to hide the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder as he does so. The unwanted encouragement from Popick distracts Tha Puerto Rican and he goes over to the ropes, waving for him to "go away". Popick simply shouts back that "I'm your Career Consultant" and doesn't go anywhere. COACH What the hell is PR's problem!? Popick's only out here to help him. COLE You sure about that? COACH Of course I am! He's PR's Career Consultant, he knows that PRL needs him out here. COLE Now, I don't know as Tha Puerto Rican needs Popick at all. He certainly didn't ask for his help tonight, that much is for certain. COACH Oh yeah, just look at all those World Titles he's won with Popick told to stay in the back over the past few months. :rollseyes: Eventually PRL gives up with Popick and turns his attentions back to Maddix. However, by now Maddix has had time enough to recover from the elbow and he lures PR in, before planting him with the Complete Shot! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Cover by Landon... 1... 2... NO!! "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" Backing away into a corner, Maddix takes a second to catch his breath... *STOMP!* ...before slamming his foot into the canvas. COLE Wait a minute... is Landon tuning up the band!? *STOMP!* COACH Oh yeah he is. *STOMP!* COLE Maddix has been on the recieving end of plenty of Superkicks in the past couple of months, could this be payback here for Tha Puerto Rican? Shaking himself back to life, PRL clambers back up... *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ...little knowing what's waiting... *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ...DUCKED! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Maddix freezes, cursing his bad luck. He then turns on his heels and charges PRL, only to run into a little spine on the pine action from The Corporate Champion! COLE Could the second time be the charm!? Tha Puerto Rican, breathing hard, goes to remove his right elbow pad. He soon remembers that has long gone into the crowd though, so removes his left elbow pad instead, throwing it down onto La Cucaracha’s body. He does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, jumps over Maddix, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. PR stops, pumping a fist to the crowd... and then drops the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, the INTENSEZONE ELBOW!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE He hits it! The Intensezone Elbow, on point! COACH Nobody remembers IntenseZone anymore. Rolling over, PRL applies the lateral press and counts along... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP!!! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He kicked out! Unbelievable, I thought it was over and so did the majority of people in this arena. COACH That's what you get for writing off Landon Maddix prematurely. Stomping to his feet, a glaring Puerto Rican Lightning reads referee Chioda the riot act. COLE PRL looking a little frustrated here. COACH Is it any wonder? His Career Consultant is a World Champion, his girlfriend is a World Champion and here he is, never been World Champ, can't finish off the former champ even with thousands of people behind him. I'd probably be frustrated too. Turning away from the referee, PRL suddenly drops to a crouched position, stalking Landon as he climbs back to his feet. Trying to scream over the crowd, warnings from Megan don't seem to go heeded by Landon as he turns around in search of PR. And he turns right into PR, ducking under the arm and setting up the LATIN SLA... ...NO! Maddix connects on a quick elbow, then spins around the back and hooks PRL down with a Crucifix... COLE Out of nowhere... 1... 2... NO!! Both men roll to their feet, Landon throwing a forearm which is blocked by PRL, responding with a stinging punch. Maddix is caught off guard and goes staggering backwards into a neutral corner. PRL charges right in after him... and EATS boot! With PRL dazed, Landon then backs in and hooks the head, before scaling the turnbuckles looking for the SEATED SHIRANU... ...NO! PRL suddenly runs forward and CROTCHES Maddix on the top turnbuckle, facing out into the crowd!! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE ¡Oh Dios Mio! COACH Now that's got to be a foul, surely! Outraged at the treatment of her man, Megan climbs to the apron to complain to the referee. Sure enough, that draws Lindsey around the ring. And this time, Chioda can't react quickly enough to prevent the ladies coming to blows as Lindsey drags Megan down from the apron by the seat of her pants and SLAPS HER TO THE GROUND!! The Women's Champion puts the badmouth on Megan, until she reaches up and pulls her to the floor, causing a brawl to ensue at ringside!! "YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE CATFIGHT! CATFIIIIIIIIGGHHT!!! COACH Quick, somebody throw some water on them! COLE What good would that do? COACH It'd be hawt. Referee Chioda is understandably distracted by the fight on the floor, missing out on seeing PRL get thrown from the ring ropes as he attempts to bring Landon off them with a back superplex. PRL crashes and burns on the canvas, leaving Landon sat up top, taking a moment to get his breath. Unfortunately though, that moment is interrupted by STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK, as he clambers onto the apron... ::BELTSHOT::~!~! COLE Wha... POPICK! POPICK WITH THE WORLD TITLE, RIGHT TO THE HEAD!! Maddix gets clocked clean with the gold belt, backflipping off the top and landing on his head again just for good measure! Not having seen this, PRL looks momentarily confused as he gets to his feet, seeing a groggy Maddix hauling himself to his head and walking around in a zombified state. But, not one to look a gifthorse in the mouth, PRL doesn't wait around to ask any questions... KICK! *WHAM!* COLE CORPORATE NIGHTMARE!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rolling Maddix over, PRL hooks the leg deep, waving the slow to react Chioda over... 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE HE GOT HIM! PR... WINS IN PUERTO RICO!! BUFFER LLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH... THA PPUUUUUEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRTTOOOOOOOOOO... RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" PRL doesn't have long to celebrate his hard fought victory though before Stephen Joseph Popick slides into the ring. Helping PRL to his feet, he raises the unsuspecting Corporate Champion's hand in the air. The moment PRL realises who's raising his hand though, he wrenches it away and looks accusingly at his "Career Consultant" as he begins to put 2 and 2 together in his head. Popick waves at him to calm down though... ...before turning around and beginning to put the boots to La Cucaracha!! COLE NOW WHAT!? COACH Well, Popick wants in on the fun I guess. What did I tell you though Mikey, where would PR be without his trusty Career Consultant? Look at him, leading the way again! COLE This is ridiculous! As Popick stomps away on the helpless Maddix, PRL seems unsure of whether to join in the beatdown or not. His mind is soon made up though as down the aisle sprints ZACK MALIBU, to the shock of the sold-out crowd! COACH When the hell did HE get here!? COLE Just in time by the looks of it!! Zack dives headlong into the ring and takes down Popick, tackling him to the ground and mounting the new World Champion with a flurry of punches. Given the choice between the two, PRL wastes no time in picking Zack to go after, kicking Zack in the head to... well, the biggest pop anyone will ever get for kicking Zack in the head any time soon. PRL lays into Zack with the shaky leg kicks, Popick picking himself up and joining in the assault. COACH Normal service has been resumed, Michael. What the hell was Zack even thinking, saving Landon Maddix!? COLE I don't think that was his intention... wait a second, is that... YES, it is TODD CORTEZ!! The Urban Legend rushes to the ring, which earns him a mixed reaction. But when he instantly turns his back on PRL and starts to stomp away on the hapless Landon, he soon wins the fans over. Cortez kicks Landon all the way out of the ring and follows after him, while behind him Zack suddenly starts to fire back on PR and Popick. He fights both off with some palm thrusts to the gut and to the face before grabbing them by the head and clocking them with the immortal DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER! And as PRL and Popick go down, Zack turns to Landon, shooting himself out of the ring AND WIPING OUT LANDON AND CORTEZ WITH A PLANCHA!! COLE This is chaos! It's broken down in San Juan... Right on cue, Medal hits, and the crowd goes wild as Anglesault makes his way through the entrance doors. COLE Here comes the boss to break this up! COACH What a buzzkill. The fighting between Landon, Cortez and Zack peeters out as AS walks out, PRL and Popick starting to pull themselves up in the ring. ANGLESAULT Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. I appreciate you all want to get your hands on each other, which is why I'm out here. See, it's about time we addressed November Reign. Popick... you might not have wanted to defend that title tonight, but if you think you're calling the shots as it pertains to you being the World Champion, you are in for a shock. First off, next week, you WILL be defending that title! Still woozy, Popick groans at that one, holding his head for more reasons than one. ANGLESAULT And assuming you make it through that, we need to re-arrange November Reign. PRL, Zack, Cortez, Maddix, you guys have already signed the contracts for the previous November Reign main-event, which has put me in a tough position. Obviously, we now have a fifth wheel in Stephen Joseph Popick. You know, I like to pride myself in giving people what they want... no matter how long that may take. So, to make amends, you four will ALL get a shot come November Reign. COLE Wow! COACH Now, that doesn't seem fair to me. ANGLESAULT But that's not all. See, sometimes things don't go to plan around here. This is one of those times and it's ironic it should happen at November Reign time again. I'm sure you all know what I'm referring to. Well, while I'm righting one wrong, I may as well right another. You didn't get it last year. You WILL get it this. Because, Popick, at November Reign you're going to be defending that title... inside of a TRIPLE... DECKER... CAGE!!!!! "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" POPICK COLE OH... MY!!! The crowd go wild as the five men in and around the ring muse over that announcement. Zack breaks into a little bit of a smile as he sees the colour begin to drain out of Popick's face, turning to PRL and fearing the worst as he grins back at him. ANGLESAULT Yes, Popick, it's going to be you versus Todd Cortez... "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" ANGLESAULT ...Landon Maddix... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ANGLESAULT ...Zack Malibu... "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" ANGLESAULT ...Tha Puerto Rican... "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ANGLESAULT ...OH! And, this guy... *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WWHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!?! COLE OH... MMMMYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! San Juan comes completely UNGLUED, as AngleSault steps aside out of the path of THE METEROFUCKIN'SEXUAL MONSTER, BOHEMOTH!!!!!! Bo marches to the ring as Popick and PRL collectively freak out in the ring, especially as Bo doesn't break stride passing Cortez and Zack. As Bo walks past them, Cortez and Zack suddenly start going at it again, while the suited and booted Bohemoth slides into the ring. PRL and Popick back away as, seeing the fight on the floor nearing him, Landon rather unwisely rolls into the ring. Staring at the man who put him out of action for so many months, Bohemoth points the finger at Tha Puerto Rican, who is sweating bullets all of a sudden... ...until Landon bumps into Bohemoth. COLE Wrong place, wrong time!! Already feeling that sinking feeling, Landon turns around pleading for mercy. No such luck. Bohemoth sweeps Landon off his feet and PLANTS him with the Front Spinebuster!! COACH Oh, Landon! COLE It's turning into a bad night for the former World Champion! And he might not be alone! As Landon's limp body is dragged from the ring by Megan, Bo turns his attentions right back to Popick and PRL. The World Champion and The Corporate Champion similarly try to beg for mercy, similarly knowing they're probably wasting their time. And that proves the case as Bohemoth marches towards them... ...at which point Popick, having started to hide behind PRL, SHOVES PRL INTO BOHEMOTH AND DIVES OUT OF THE RING!! *WHAM!* PRL gets driven into the canvas with a Front Spinebuster, Popick already halfway up the aisle as Bohemoth tears off his jacket and rips away his shirt. The fired up Meterosexual Monster places his foot on the chest of Tha Puerto Rican, making the reaction from the Puerto Rican fans decidedly mixed as he points out to Popick in the aisle... Thumbs Up. THUMBS DOWN~! "YYYEEEEAAAAHHH - BOOOOOOOOO - EEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Not PRL! THIS IS HIS HOME DAMNIT! COLE Coach, it really IS you! COACH Yeah, yeah. COLE Oh man what revelation here tonight! What an situation! Triple Decker Cage at November Reign, The Meterosexual Monster is back! Popick has only been World Champion for a week and his days as Champion may already be numbered! Don't go anywhere, The Love Shack is next but from myself and The Coach, we'll see you next week! Bohemoth continues to stand tall in the centre of the ring, Popick looking on from the stage and Zack and Cortez (having broken their fight up) from the aisle, as we fade out to...

I GOT THESE NIGGAS, BREEZY! Jay-Z's announcement brings upon a smooth ride of piano melodies from his song Success off his new American Gangster album. Green and yellow spotlights flicker off the entrance stage, and the video screens are adorned with images of Christopher Patrick Allen's numerous actions of violence. From the parting entrance doors steps the man himself, clad in denim jeans and the brand new Enterprise hockey jersey available only on OAOASTShop. Allen bounds down the stairs in front of the entrance doors, menacingly cracking his knuckles, and and putting on an air of unmatched coolness as he puffs on a Cuban Cigar. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a televised time limit of ten minutes, now making his way to the ring, representing The Enterprise, from Youngstown, Ohio, he weighs in at two hundred eighty pounds....CHRISTOPHER PATRICK ALLEN! ***Fuck what you people say this isn't 1995 only fgts dont have hometowns*** The announcement of his name leads Allen to remove the cigar from his mouth, and callously flick the ashes towards those audience members that make the mistake of giving him the dreaded thumbs down. COLE Christopher Patrick Allen in singles action tonight. As he gets more experienced, he gets even more deadly. A year from now, he could be a beast. COACH A year from now? He already is a beast! A cold blooded killer. BUFFER And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, he weighed in at two hundred twenty six pounds....DOCTOR MAX ANDERSON! Anderson gives love to the many females in the audience by flexing his chiseled muscles, and grinding his juicy hips. COLE The Love Doctors looked on the right track after they teamed with Deuce to upset The Beverly Hills Blonds and Christopher Patrick Allen at Halloween Spectacular. But, an attack on Stephen Pigley left his arm injured, and things got even worse for The Love Doctors when they were the second elimination in the costume tag title battle royal. COACH [DENIS GREEN]They were what we thought they were. If you wanna crown them, then crown their ass, but they were who we thought they were![/DENIS GREEN] DING DING DING Anderson foolishly engages in a lockup with his much larger foe. Foolish because, Allen shrugs off his grasp then drives his knee into his foe's toned stomach. While Anderson remains doubled over in agony, Allen bounds off the ropes. When he returns, a nearly recovered Anderson leaps into the air for a body splash. But the big man catches his rival into his burly arms! As fear outlines Anderson's face, Allen charges across the ring heading towards the corner. His plan is mangle Anderson on the ring posts, but its a plan that never comes to pass, thanks to Anderson slipping free of his grasp. Now on ground level, the good doctor begins hammering his rival with a succession of forearm shots. COLE Who do you think has the advantage in this match? COACH Am I to answer that honestly? Is it a trick question? Who do you think? The Love Doctors got lucky at Halloween Spectacular. The luck ran out in the battle royal, and its going to continue to run out against CPA. The blows do little in the way of damage to CPA, and the Certified Public Asskicker halts all the doc's attempts at offense by flattening him with a swipe of his boot. Referee Charles Robinson scores the ensuing pinfall... ONE TWO But Anderson rolls his shoulder of the canvas. Clutching his sore face, he springs to his feet, and instantly takes to the ropes, before Allen can lay another finger on him. As he bounds back, he extends his arm for a lariat, and connects solidly with The Enterprise's heavy hitter's chest. CPA stumbles awkwardly, unwilling to go down, but unable to fire off a return attack. This allows the stud muffin to agilely leap to the third rope, and come down upon his rival with a crossbody block into a pin! ONE Allen kicks out with casual ease, showing no ill effects besides a disgusted grunt of annoyance. COACH YO, PPL! I got that secret code to extra head from Cole's mom! When you see Cole Mother either say this or dail it in your cell - UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT RIGHT, RIGHT LEFT, B-A, A-B-, SELECT, START. You will get 30 Extra dick suckings from that Captain Kangaroo lookin biznich!! COLE I hate these filler matches. Anderson pounces upon Allen with a front facelock, fully planning on executing a DDT. But this move is made totally impossible by the fact that Allen effortlessly shoves him into the corner. Maxwell braces himself for impact, which allows him to scramble towards the second rope. Steeling his face with gritty determination, he flies towards his opponent with an axe handle smash! The shot connects perfectly, and drops the Youngstown native to the mat. COACH Cole's mama code is the code for CONTRA on Nintendo to get 30 extra men (no homo) i seen Cole mother and said that code out loud and she started humming the CONTRA intro and suck my dick 30 times, the shit really worked. Ya'll dudes need to get on that. No homo. CLAK CLAK CLAK RIGHT IN COLEFATHER MILKSHAKE. Smiling to himself, Anderson hooks Allen's leg for the pin.... ONE But, again Allen has little trouble in kicking out. This doesn't seem to bother Anderson, who seductively grinds his hips towards a group of lovely young coeds in the front row. Once he's done trying to impress the Latin beauties, he returns his attention to CPA. Unfortunately, CPA greets him with a thundering left hand! The strike rocks Anderson, but he remains upright, a sitting duck, to the right cross Allen bombs across his jaw! Now, Doctor Anderson's knees buckle, and he's left totally defenseless against an uppercut that sends him hurtling backwards! He crashes into the canvas with amazing force, drawing concerned gasps from a few young children in the first row. COLE Yikes! Max Anderson just got drilled by CPA! Allen goes for the pin... ONE TWO Amazingly enough, the hunky doctor kicks out. Growling with animal ferocity, Allen tears him off the canvas. But before he can execute any offensive strikes, Doctor Anderson stuns him with a jawbreaker! This leaves Allen stunned and confused, which permits an opportunistic Anderson to trap him into a roll up... ONE Unsurprisingly, Allen kicks out, causing Anderson to sigh in despair. COLE If Doctor Anderson wants more then that one count, he's got to go for a more high impact move! Perhaps having heard Cole's advice, Anderson halts his despairing, and ventures towards the top rope. Patiently, he waits for Allen to rise, and once he does he dismounts his perch with a crossbody block! But, as graceful glide through the sky comes to an unfortunate ending, as he lands draped across CPA's expansive shoulders. Without so much as a smirk, a grunt, or a frown, Allen drills his enemy into the canvas with a Dominator! As all the life drains from the doctor's body, the referee counts the pin... ONE! TWO! THREE! COLE And its over just like that. The Love Doctors luck ran out that opening match at Halloween Spectacular it would seem. Max Anderson no match for the power of CPA. Allen pulls himself off Anderson's motionless body, and heads the middle of the ring, leaning over the ropes, and pounding his fists into his chest in triumph for his victory. BUFFER Your winner, CHRISTOPHER PATRICK ALLEN! COLE Mister Moneymaker, and Mister Wright, wherever they are, have to be fairly happy with the outcome of this match, as well as the premier of Reel Talk. Its been quite the night for The Enterprise, an interesting, if not incredibly inaccurate and biased talk show with The Blonds, and Allen makes short work of their continued enemy Doctor Anderson. Still more to come tonight, such as the mainevent, and the Love Shack with Krista Isadora Duncan. COMMERCIAL We're taken to the OAOAST ActionZone, where diva personality Maggie Nerdly, attired in a ruffled lace black skirt, and a black polo shirt, sits atop the news desk. MAGGIE What's up ya'll? It girl, Maggie Nerdly on the scene, reminding you to check out OAOAST AfterParty, the dopest video stream on all the internet, posted up at the usual spot up at OAOAST.com! This week I'm jammin with Bon Jovi himself, Mariachi gets some CPR lessons from EMT Tim Cash, we're heading base jumping with my big bro MARV, who's lookin for a creative way to go back on injured reserve, and James Blonde tells us what goes into creating the perfect entrance robe. So, I better see ya BUTT at the AfterParty!

OAOAST HeldDOWN is brought to you by Assassins Creed-Available November 14th Hitman-In Theatres November 21st Sicko: Special Edition-Now Available on DVD "Stronger" by Kanye West blares out from the entrance stage. "Makes us harder, better, faster, STRONGER" BOOM BAM BOOMBOOMBOOM! "I need you right now!" The crowd, confused for a moment, stops its P.R.! chant (which they've been doing non-stop since 3AM the day before), now sees a certain wrestler emerge from the back. Confusion turns to hate, and that leads the crowd to immediately boo. Stephen Joseph is walking out, the OAOAST Heavyweight Champion. "Ladies and Gentlemen, your NU OAOAST HeavyWeight Champion of the world, from Atlanta, Georgia ..." The crowd uproar is so loud that the ring announcer cannot be heard. Stephen Joseph is walking slowly to the ring, holding a beautiful big gold belt up over his head, his two hands clutching at the sport's most prized possession. Stephen Joseph is immaculately dressed in a Hugo Boss $10,000 dollar suit, dressed to the nines in the best whites money can buy. The crowd continues to jeer at SJ as he walks down to the ringside steps. Dressed to the nines, SJ lowers the belt and uses a free hand to adjust his tie. Stephen Joseph catches the thrown microphone. He taps it quizically and then looks at the crowd of fans. A soft chuckle later, he brings the mic to his lips, and the crowd boos evermore. SJ pauses and it can be seen that he isn't bothered at all. In fact, he may actually enjoy being the center of all that is hated. SJ: How's it going OAOAST fans? How about that Halloween Spooktacular? Once again, good ole Stephen Joseph shows why he's the greatest Superstar that's been in the OAOAST. Zack Malibu my ass. Crowd: YOU SUCK! PR'S BETTER! MY GRANDMA'S BETTER! SJ: Hmm. You guys don't like me very much do you? ::SJ chuckles:: After all I've done for you. Like come back from retirement twice when I said I wouldn't? Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SJ: Hmm. Like when I brought out the greatest 3 man group ever? The Trinity? Man in Crowd: You pervert Jesus! SJ: Uhh huh. Guess you all didn't like my numerous title runs either. My political staging, backstabbing, and manipulation? That's a darn shame. You know, I'm taking a trip down memory road here. I recall that once I wasn't expected to win the OAOAST World Title. Let's roll that clip! --OAOAST WOOSH~!-- to the clips from OAOAST World Without End 2005 ::CLIP 1:: Popick covers Brannigan, hooking up his leg and getting extra leverage from the tights, straining with all his body to pin Tony’s shoulders down! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING* BUFFER Tony Brannigan has been eliminated! ::CLIP 2:: PK flips Popick onto his shoulders – KNIGHTMARE! Knight brings SJ into the middle of the ring! ONE! TWO! THREE! No? Hebner’s hand doesn’t hit the mat for the third time – Stephen Joseph has grabbed it! Hebner angrily tries to shake his hand free, and Knight gets up and stomps SJ’s arm to force him. PK puts Popick onto his shoulders, and tries for another Knightmare – but as he turns SJ’s boots collide with Hebner’s head! Stunned, Hebner falls to all fours, holding the side of his head. COLE Oh no! Hebner couldn’t get out of the way in time! CABOOSE Someone get another referee out here, quick! The impact with our near geriatric official causes Knight to lose his grip and Popick falls to the mat – cue instantaneous low blow! Knight collapses to his knees as the fans scream displeasure. Popick brings Knight to the corner and applies a full nelson – then jumps off and round and delivers FINALITY! Cover! Hebner recovers quickly and gets in position for the count. ONE! TWO! CABOOSE No! No! THREE! *DING DING DING* Trash begins to fill the ring as Stephen Joseph rolls off Knight, clenching his fists and pumping them, repeatedly screaming "YES!" as Hebner retrieves the belt. BUFFER The winner of the match.... CABOOSE Don't say it, Buffer. BUFFER and NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (Caboose: GODDAMNIT!!!) OAOAST Heavyweight Champion of the World – STEEEEEEEEPHEN JOOOOOOSEPH! The new champ grabs the title from Earl Hebner and raises it high above his head, grinning from ear to ear. ::END CLIPS:: --OAOAST WOOSH~!-- back to the ring SJ: I outlasted three other men, and pinned two of them, in a fatal fourway match. No one gave me a shot. But I did it. I didn't cheat. I didn't have help. I DID IT MYSELF! And did I get any respect? No, I didn't! That damn bunch of Upstarts pissed all over what I had done. I had helped them, and they dropped me like a bad habit. And then they learned what happens when you cross SJ. SJ: Last Thursday, no one gave me a shot. Except myself. Don't you think I don't know that. Crowd: PR! PR! PR! PR! PR! SJ: Excuse me, I'm talking here. This is my moment. When has Tha Puerto Rican won the OAOAST World Title, let alone twice? Thank you. I rest my case. SJ: Anyways, as I was saying, no one gave me a shot. And then, when Zack and Cortez interrupted the match, and next thing I know, I'm the CHAMP BABY! Crowd: PR! PR! PR! SJ: Seriously people. I'll get to him. I want to say one thing though. Zack Malibu, don't you think for a moment I am done with you. I'm not. I will EXPOSE you for what you are. For that deepest of the darkest of secrets that you've held for 5 years in the OAOAST. You can't stop the truth Zack. Crowd: SJ SUCKS! ZACK SUCKS! PR RULES! SJL Okay, I'll address everyone's favorite underachiever now. Would that make your A.D.D. ridden brains happen, ya zombies? *SJ looks more serious, less cocky* Here's the truth, no spin zone. The whole plan last Thursday was to soften up Maddix for PR. God I wanted PR to win the title. I wanted some payment for my investment. I mean, really, the guy talks like a cheap Rock Ripoff. I wanted to help change that, make him better, make him believe in him, not some pandering lap dog of the Purto Ricans. I was gonna injure Maddix when no one could see it, and then PR could take advantage of that for his shot. So if you want to know who to blame for SJ's win, its not SJ, and its not PR, and its not Maddix. Turn your blame to Zack and Cortez, because they interrupted, and thusly they changed how things would be. Its THEIR FAULT you get to deal with ME now. SJ: You see, once they interfered, and I got clocked,I didn't know where I was! And then I saw Maddix, and instinct took over. I don't remember the 3 count. I don't even remember standing. Its Zack's fault, not mine! Its Todds fault, not mine! SJ: So here it is. PR, I was a little harsh earlier. We're friends, we're pals. You know this. You know that I have had your back for years. I believe in PR when no one else did, not even your countrymen! SJ: PR, when I won the title the first time, who did I give first shot to? I gave it to you! SO you have nothing to... *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pop from the crowd is off the charts. A lightning bolt hits the entrance, and "Know Your Role '99" starts playing, bringing the crowd to its feet as the one guy they've been waiting for is finally going to make an appearance. The PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entrance stage and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. A few seconds elapsed, the entrance doors slide open, and out from the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. And somehow, the crowd's cheering gets even louder. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is finally back home in San Juan, Puerto Rico! What a homecoming for The Corporate Champ. Popick looks on from the ring as PR looks at the crowd with a serious expression on his face. He is decked out in a Puerto Rican flag bandana on the top of his head, sunglasses, an earring on his left ear, white dress shirt, red tie, black sports jacket, $500 Rolex watch on his right wrist, his engagement ring on his right ring finger, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. PR looks right at Popick, and then begins his walk down the entrance ramp. COLE The very foundation of the OAOAST was rocked last Wednesday night when Stephen Joseph Popick won his second World Heavyweight Title, just one month before his client, the man you see coming to the ring, is scheduled for a World Heavyweight Title Match of his own! If anyone is going to feel the effects of Popick's Title win, it's definitely Tha Puerto Rican! COACH PRL is back home, and Stephen Joseph Popick is the World Heavyweight Champion! It's like destiny! It's like this was meant to happen! You can't make this stuff up! COLE It is strangely appropriate that we begin the Popick Era in San Juan, Puerto Rico. But these people aren't here to see Popick. They came to see Tha Puerto Rican, and they couldn't be any more thrilled right now that he's here in the arena! PRL walks around ringside, letting the people in the front row get a good look at him and his greatness. PR climbs the ring steps and stops at the ring apron. He looks at the crowd, lowers his sunglasses, and does a Corporate Eyebrow, before entering the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans cheers while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the P.A. system. PRL does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd cheers even louder. Popick applauds his client and friend. PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his hands. The crowd cheers. PR says something and then jumps off the second turnbuckle so that he can head to another second turnbuckle to raise his hands again. The crowd cheers some more. P.R. then climbs off that turnbuckle and heads to a third second turnbuckle where he raises his right fist in the air and "smells the electricity" ala The Rock while a single spotlight shines on him. COLE These 10,000-plus have been waiting since February 10, 2004 to see Tha Puerto Rican appear in a wrestling ring in Puerto Rico! The last time the OAOAST held an event in Puerto Rico was on a special edition of OAOAST IntenseZone dubbed The Battle Of San Juan which was hosted by The Lightning Crew! On that night, Tha Puerto Rican, Colombian Heat, Cuban Wall, and PROTOTYPE: The PERFECT Lightning Crew Member now known as John "Rock Hard" Brickston defeated the team of The Mad Cappa, Reject, Teddy Weddy, and K-NESS. It was a memorable match and a great moment in Tha Puerto Rican's career. And now tonight, on November 8, 2007, over three years later, Tha Puerto Rican is back in San Juan, Puerto Rico, in front of 10,050 of his fellow Puerto Ricans! PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving cheers. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes and calls for a microphone. Popick only stands and watches, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his right shoulder. COLE We have not heard from PRL since last Wednesday. He should definitely have alot on his mind concerning the result of the main event of the Halloween Spectacular! COACH You heard Popick. It was all in the heat of the moment. Hopefully, Tha Puerto Rican understands this. Popick didn't mean no harm and wasn't intentionally trying to sabotage PRL's World Title plans! COLE You might think so. But let's just wait and see what PRL thinks. PRL grabs a microphone from a ring attendant. The lights go back on in the arena. P.R. paces back and forth in the ring, staring at the NEW World Heavyweight Champion of the One And Only AngleSault Thread. "Know Your Role '99" dies down, but the crowd's cheering does not. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" COLE Listen to this! The respect, the love, the admiration the people of San Juan have for their native son! "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" PR stops to "smell the electricity" once again. The crowd can't stop chanting his name. The camera cuts to a good amount of pro-PRL signs in the crowd for once. The camera also shows several fans waving Puerto Rican flags. COACH Will they let him speak already!? COLE Let them have this moment, Coach. They've waited years for this night! PRL stops and stares at Popick. The World Champ is all smiles. But The Corporate Champ isn't. P.R. finally brings the microphone to his lips. At this the chants stop as all of San Juan anxiously awaits for him to speak. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN Just before I talk about what went down last Wednesday night, I have something to get off my chest. And that is, after all these years, FINALLY...Tha Puerto Rican...HAS COME BACK-- "TO SAN JUAN!" Tha Puerto Rican, his head tilted back, takes a pause before speaking again. THA PUERTO RICAN ...home. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" THA PUERTO RICAN Home to San Juan. The birthplace of Tha Puerto Rican. This is where the legend began. This is where it all started. Right here. 28 years ago. When my mommy and daddy did the horizontal rumba, and through that the corporate sperm met with the corporate egg and 9 months later, the Corporate Champ came out into this world and proceeded to slap his doctor before he could slap him! The crowd cheers. Popick chuckles. PRL This is home. Home of the best damn food in the world! The crowd cheers. PRL Home of the best damn music in the world! The crowd cheers some more. PRL Home of the best damn HOTTEST women in the world! The crowd cheers again. PRL And I just happen to be with the HOTTEST one of them all! Sup Lindsay? Heh, heh. And most importantly, this is the home of the best damn wrestling fans in the entire world! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" PRL You people know greatness when you see it! And you know that Tha Puerto Rican is without a shadow of a doubt the most electrifying man in ALL of entertainment! The crowd happens to agree with cheers. THA PUERTO RICAN And now with all that being said, this leads me right into the next topic of discussion. Namely you, Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Popick. Some cheer because of his association with PRL, but others boo because he IS The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST after all. PRL Now Stephen, last Wednesday night, you surprised the hell out of everybody, when you crawled over, covered Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix, and got the 1-2-3 becoming the World Heavyweight Champion for the SECOND time in your career. Now, I gotta give credit where credit is due. You managed to finally unseat the little cockroach after all these months, and for that, I say congratulations! Popick nods his head and mouths, "Thank You!" PR Yeah. Yeah. Congratulations are in order...but I'm not about to just sit back and watch you hold that belt for God knows how long. This gets Popick's attention, and the crowds as well. PRL You see, seeing as how we are here in San Juan, Puerto Rico. CHEAP POP~! PRL Tha Puerto Rican's hometown. Tha Puerto Rican lives 45 minutes away from this arena. This is my homecoming, this is Tha Puerto Rican's homecoming. Seeing as how we are surrounded by the millions-- "AND MILLIONS!" PRL ANNNNND MILLIONS of Tha Puerto Rican's fans...I see no better time than now...to issue you a challenge. You and me. One-on-one. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican vs. Stephen Joseph Popick for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship TONIGHT here in SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Hey! How about that? A blockbuster main event for us here tonight! Right in Puerto Rico! THA PUERTO RICAN I see no better time than now to do this match! We are live in San Juan! The Lightning Crew wants it! I want it! THE PEOPLE WANT IT! CROWD WE SURE DO! THA PUERTO RICAN (CONT'D) ALL OF PUERTO RICO WANTS IT! How much more appropriate can you get? Me winning the World Heavyweight Title here in my hometown? I couldn't ask for anything better! So what do you say, Popick? Are you game? Do you want to go one-on-one with The Corporate One tonight? Are you down? In front of all of my friends, in front of all of my family, do you want to duke it out for the World Title tonight? COACH Well? Do you!? Popick doesn't seem too keen on this idea. In fact, he appears a little bit nervous about it. The crowd is antsy, waiting Popick's response. SJP thinks about PR's challenge. COLE Popick doesn't seem too thrill on the idea of having a Title match tonight. COACH How do you know? Stop assuming things! Assuming only makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'umption'! SJP adjusts the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder and then speaks. POPICK As much as I would love to defend the World Heavyweight Title against you tonight, Puerto...I'm afraid that that match is out of the question. PR is stunned. So is the crowd. COLE What? POPICK You see, I am not of the authority to make matches here in the OAOAST. Only AngleSault and "Cowboy" Bill Watts have that ability. And as far as I know, AngleSault is still determining how to readjust the World Title situation now that I have the belt. So until he tells me otherwise, I am afraid that you are NOT the Number One Contender to this Title. At least not now. THA PUERTO RICAN But can't you do something? You're a member of OAOAST Corporate! That's how I became The Corporate Champion in the first place! Can't you pull some strings? Bribe somebody? Do something to have a Title match tonight!? POPICK Believe me, I would do so in an instant. But I believe it was one 70's Dude who once said I have as much power as the janitor. And he wasn't too far off from the truth. So no, P.R. I am afraid that a World Title Match between you and me will NOT happen tonight in San Juan. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE I gotta say, something doesn't seem right about this. COACH There you go. With the conspiracy theories. Popick doesn't own the OAOAST. At least not yet. So he can't book matches on the fly! Only AngleSault and Bill Watts can do that! He just told you that a few seconds ago! COLE Still, it makes me wonder-- COACH Shut it, Cole! There's nothing underneath the surface or whatever! It's as clear as day! Popick can't defend the Title tonight! That's that! PRL is pissed that Popick turned down his challenge. And the crowd is not too happy about it either. POPICK Although, I gotta say, you are right. It is appropriate that we are here in San Juan on the first HeldDOWN~! of my second Title reign. And I do stress 'SECOND' Title reign, since we've been friends for how long? THA PUERTO RICAN A while. POPICK Almost as long as the last time we were here in San Juan. And in that time frame, HOW many World Titles have I won? PRL Two. POPICK Right. Right. And exactly HOW many World Titles have YOU won? PRL Zero. POPICK Right. I thought my memory was a little hazy. But I was right. Exactly 'nada' World Title reigns for you, my dear amigo! PR Popick, what's the point of this!? SJP Oh nothing. Nothing. Just thought I'd remind you of who's had more success in the OAOAST. I mean, we might be in YOUR hometown, but it is I, Stephen Joseph Popick, who holds the gold! And I hold the biggest and greatest gold of them all! This doesn't help Popick win the fans who are already booing him. In fact, MORE fans start booing him after this comment. COACH Well, he's right. He IS OUR World Champion! COLE I still can't believe it! Earlier this year he was holding the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles with PRL! Now he holds the World Title! Again! THA PUERTO RICAN You know Popick, you really ought to know when to talk and when to KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" POPICK I beg your pardon? PRL We might not be able to have a World Title Match tonight...but I am THIS close to wanting to have a one-on-one match against you anyway, 'amigo'! COLE Uh-oh! Things are heating up! COACH There we go. Heat of the moment again! SJP Now P.R. Stop and think. You're letting that Latin temper of yours get the better of you again! PRL Don't throw that bullcrap at me, Popick! You and I both know that no one AND THA PUERTO RICAN MEANS NO ONE deserves a World Title shot more than I do! And with you as Champion, that should make that scenario a THOUSAND TIMES easier than ever before! I've spent the last 5 damn months or so chasing that monkey ass Landon around while at the same time trying to fend off HACK Malibu! I've had to deal with the both of them in Handicap Matches, Ladder Matches, Triple Threat Matches, the works! And last Wednesday, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought my chasing was over. I thought my dream of becoming World Champion was close to becoming a reality. I thought I was a few days away from attaining the richest prize in our industry. But it turns out I was wrong. Apparently, I had gotten my hopes up and they came crashing down on me once again. Story of my life. Pffft. Some friend you are! Pffft. PRL turns and walks away. POPICK P.R., wait! PRL exits the ring. The crowd boos. But suddenly, Tha Puerto Rican stops and gets back into the ring. A sly smile appears on his face. PRL I just realized something. I know why you don't want to have a Title match with me. Not because of the OAOAST Board of Directors or whatever. Remember your first Title reign? POPICK Of course. Best 3 months of my entire life! PRL How sad. Anyway, remember the matches that we had? POPICK Indeed I do! We had one of the best matches of all-time at November Reign 2005! PRL Co-sign. But you know what I remember most about those matches? POPICK How much we entertained the crowd? PRL No. How awfully close I came to winning the World Title each and every time! I had your number, Popick and if I recall correctly, and I'm sure I do since I have a pretty good photographic memory, but...I seem to recall you *cheating* to beat me in both our matches! POPICK Well...yes...but...you see-- PRL Now, usually people cheat when they know they're outmatched. POPICK Yes, but-- PRL And if that's the case, then you obviously felt threatened by me. POPICK Not really. I-- PRL And you knew I could take your Title very easily. POPICK Not very easily. PRL SOOO, you cheated, and held onto the Title by the skin of your teeth! POPICK No. I-- PRL Now that you got that belt again, the memories of our Title matches are running through your head. POPICK Yes. But-- PRL And you do not want to go through those matches again. Because you know I'll whip your candy ass! POPICK Now come on! PRL! I-- PRL So, you deny me a Title match, because you know that at my first opportunity, I will lay the smackdown on your candy ass and become World Heavyweight Champion for the first time in my career! POPICK Uh...well-- PRL So THAT'S why you denied me a Title shot...because...well...you're a coward. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Oh! PR struck a nerve right there! COACH How dare he? Shame on you, P.R.! Shame! Popick seems offended by this remark. PRL You're scared of me! You don't want to fight me because you're scared of me! You chicken out because you don't want me to take your Title like you KNOW I will! SJP Now listen here, P.R. I am not afraid of YOU, and I am not afraid of ANYBODY! I am NOT a coward! I am going by the OAOAST guidelines for once in my life! Believe me, I don't like this anymore than you do! I would GLADLY, GLADLY have a match with you...just so that I could wipe that arrogant smirk right off of your face! PRL Then why don't ya? Huh? Why don't ya? Put your money where your mouth is! Put the belt up for grabs and meet me in the ring TONIGHT! COLE Sounds good to me! POPICK Once again, Puerto! I CANNOT PUT THE BELT ON THE LINE! No matter how much you bitch and moan, a Title Match tonight in San Juan WILL NOT HAPPEN! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tha Puerto Rican is not amused. Neither is the crowd. PRL I can't believe you would deny me a match in front of my people! POPICK Well, life isn't fair, Puerto. You should know that by now. PRL Too bad. I would have loved to kick your ass here in my hometown of San Juan! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stephen Joseph chuckles. SJP You know, I think you're letting these people's cheers get to your head! PRL Hey! These people want to see this match as much as I do! Right San Juan? "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" PRL It's just too bad that ol' Stephen Joseph doesn't have the BALLS to face me one-on-one in the ring tonight for the Title! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH OH NO HE DIDN'T! COLE PRL REALLY egging Popick on here! "ASSSS-HOLE!" "ASSSS-HOLE!" "ASSSS-HOLE!" "ASSSS-HOLE!" Stephen Joseph is PISSED OFF right now! He is literally shaking. His face is turning red. Popick tries to remain cool, but the anger is in his eyes. PR chuckles, and then sports a cocky smirk on his face. The crowd continues chanting, "ASS-HOLE!" at the World Heavyweight Champion. POPICK I don't have the balls to face you? I DON'T HAVE THE BALLS!? PRL Nope! Nothing down there! POPICK Let me tell you something you ungrateful son of a bitch! I'VE GOT BALLS THE SIZE OF GRAPEFRUITS! If I could right now, I WOULD SLAP THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! You dare threaten me? You dare mock me!? What makes you so great? Huh? Mr. Puerto Rico! Is that what you want to be? You ain't Mr. Puerto Rico! You ain't NOTHING! People, do you know what Tha Puerto Rican's real name is? Edward Quagmire! That's right. EDWARD QUAGMIRE. Nothing Latino sounding about that name, is there? The only Quagmire I know is a cartoon character, and he's WHITE for chrissakes! COACH He's got him there. POPICK And what about that mansion you have? Huh? That $20 million mansion you have in San Juan? How often do you go there? How often do you sleep there? Have breakfast there? Make love to Lindsay there? How many times? 1-2 times a year? At best? You know where you spend most of your free time, PR? In Miami! Or New York! Or Los Angeles! In the continental United States! Far away from San Juan, Mr. Puerto Rico! PR is getting really annoyed now. POPICK And then, what about your friends? Remember? Your old buddies from San Juan? The ones you used to hang out with? Remember them? Where have they been? When have you hung out with them? When have they come to OAOAST shows or flown on your private jet? Do you even remember their names, Mr. Puerto Rico? How about-- THA PUERTO RICAN Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoa whoa! Whoa! Hold on there, Popick! Hold on there! What are you trying to do here? Trying to defame me? Smear my good name? Popick, buddy, I thought we were friends! POPICK We are, Puerto. But this is a reality check! You aren't Mr. Puerto Rico! You go around calling yourself 'Tha Puerto Rican' and wearing the colors of the Puerto Rican flag, and talking about representing your roots. But you aren't representing your roots. You traded your life in San Juan away a LONG time ago! You aren't the man you used to be. You aren't a real Puerto Rican! You're nothing more but a SELLOUT! PRL Now see, that's where you're wrong Stephen! THAT'S where you are wrong! I've never traded in my roots for anything! I've always been proud of where I came from! I've always managed to never forget who I am! Tha Puerto Rican remembers being a youngster and taking trips to Olde San Juan. (CHEAP POP~!) I remember making patalinos with my grandmother and listening to my grandfather sing songs with his guitar. I remember my father taking me to this very arena to see Carlos Colon (CHEAP POP~!) wrestle and win match after match and reign as Universal Heavyweight Champion in the WWC! I have Puerto Rico running through my veins! You call me Mr. Puerto Rico, but you're wrong. I am not Mr. Puerto Rico. Tha Puerto Rican removes his sunglasses and stares directly face-to-face with Stephen Joseph Popick. PRL I AM Puerto Rico! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd erupts! PR and Popick continue staring at each other. PRL has a serious expression on his face, while Popick is a little bit nervous. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" COLE This crowd is 100% behind their hometown hero. COACH You can't blame them. Although I do wish things were a little bit more civil between PR and Popick. COLE You can cut the tension with a knife folks. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" Popick stares at PRL and then brings the microphone to his lips. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK So, you ARE Puerto Rico, huh? PRL nods his head. POPICK Then I guess you represent every man, woman, and child on this island? PRL nods his head again. POPICK Then I guess that means this is how I feel about every single inhabitant of Puerto Rico. Stephen Joseph Popick SLAPS PRL across the face! COLE Hey! Wait a minute! COACH Popick just bitchslapped PRL! COLE He slapped his own client! The crowd is stunned! PRL holds his left cheek in pain. He does the McMahon SNEER~! Popick tells him to "Bring it!" PRL removes his black sports jacket, loosens his tie, and rolls up his sleeves! Popick drops the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt on the mat, removes his sports jacket and motions for PRL to fight him! The crowd cheers! COLE Oh my! They're going to get into it! Things can explode any minute! COACH Their alliance is broken! Oh no! PRL and Popick stand nose-to-nose, literally! Both their faces are red. The crowd is going nuts at this point! COLE The World Heavyweight Champion and his friend are wanting to tear each other apart now! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are spewing venom at each other. PRL is FUMING! The crowd is at a fever pitch. "TIME OUT! TIME OUT! STOP THE MADNESS! THIS IS INSANITY!" Suddenly, all heads turn to the entrance way... as out strides LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MADDIX, microphone in hand. COLE It's the FORMER Champion! COACH Hey, don't call him that! Call him the ex cham... no, wait, actually that's worse. Just call him Landon. Landon. PRL and Popick, who were seconds ago nose to nose, have both turned their attentions to Landon now. So have the crowd, chanting something rather unpleasant in Spanish towards him, knowing full-well he's half-Spanish and can understand him. PRL smiles at the chants, while Popick just looks confused. MADDIX Before you two launch into the catfight of the century out here, I suggest you both calm the hell down. Okay? This is not happening. Not tonight. I could care less if we're in San Juan, San Jose, San Marino... it doesn't matter, we're not going to see this tonight. See, last week, I got SCREWED out of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" MADDIX And, predictably, you cheer because it was caused by some shady, law-breaking Hispanic. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" PRL looks a little pissed at that remark. MADDIX The fact that you two managed to screw up something so simple as injuring me ready for November Reign when you've got three guys who are basically hired lackeys for you, haven't wrestled in about half a year and for all intents and purposes seem to have become your personal beverage collectors and holders yet get flown with you to every OAOAST show, two of whom about 7 foot, 300 pounds, who could have done the job for you in any parking lot the OAOAST has passed through... that is quite frankly embarrassing. The fact that it's ended up with you, PRL, bitching about your MANAGER winning a title that you never even had and needed his help to even try and get... it'd be funny if I wasn't so pissed off right now! COACH He's got a point you know. I guess. MADDIX The point in all of this being, I should still be the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion right now! And if ANYBODY is going to be getting an OAOAST World Heavyweight Title shot tonight, it's going to be me! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" MADDIX I mean, let's think about it. Do you people REALLY want to see your hero here, 'Mr. Puerto Rico', getting a title-shot out of PITY? And have it be, what, his fifth shot at the title in as many months? Maybe more? Or do you want someone who's proven he doesn't choke under pressure? I mean, let's face it, it's about time another Spanish conquistador rolled into this god-foresaken island and captured what's rightfully his, eh? Oh, just major heel heat there. PRL Hey, we're already got two Conquistadors in this company already and they suck hard enough as it is, without you getting involved! MADDIX Hey, if my ancestors hadn't colonised this place, you'd still be Tha Uncivilised Mud Hut Dwelling Type Guy! "PUER - TO RI - CO!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "PUER - TO RI - CO!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* COLE Landon is in hostile territory right now. PRL Landon Maddix, you come into this arena, MY arena, in front of MY people... and you have the nerve to talk down to me? You know, I've had a lot of shots at the World Title. And maybe I didn't take it from you. But maybe that's because I never had the chance to wrestle you one on one, mano a mano... of course, we can change that tonight! COLE Uh-oh. Landon raises his eyebrows a little. PRL If I can't get my title shot tonight, I'd love nothing more than to kick your ass in San Juan!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MADDIX You know what, I didn't fly all the way here for nothing. I sure as hell didn't do it for the culture or the hospitality either. So, seeing as AngleSault's still shuffling around his OAOAST trading card collection trying to come up with a new November Reign main-event, I think beating you tonight might just be the perfect way to remind him, I deserve my rematch. PRL Then it's settled. You can go one... on one... with Tha Puerto Rican, here tonight... and I will whip your CANDY ASS all the way back to Espagna!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd seem to like that and as Maddix walks off grinning, PRL turns to Popick. The World Champion grabs the title and starts to leave too, having cooled down a little bit from the earlier altercation. PRL Oh and, Popick... this isn't over. PRL raises the Corporate Eyebrow as Know Your Role '99 kicks in again. Popick just turns and walks off, leaving PRL to soak in the moment with his people. COMMERCIAL COMING UP NEXT THE ENTERPRISE'S DIRECTOR OF SECUIRITY GETS VIOLENT CPA VS Max Anderson NEXT

The OAOAST Event Tracker is Brought To You By Gillette-The Best a Man Can Get November 15 - Denver, CO November 22 - Salt Lake City, UT November 25 (November Reign) - Las Vegas, NV November 29 - Portland, OR We return from commercial break with Cold War Kids' Hospital Beds already blasting into the arena. The camera pans through an audience that begins kicking up a small "we want PRL" chant before finally setting down on EMT Tim Cash, who's journeying down the entry ramp with his longtime partner Detective Bosley. COLE EMT Tim Cash here in singles action on OAOAST HeldDOWN. Big, big, big night here in the OAOAST, we're definitely going to be hearing from Popick later on, you never know what PRL has in store here in his home sweet home. And after HeldDOWN is over, be sure to catch The Love Shack with celebrity guest Krista Isadora Duncan. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of ten minutes. Now making his way to the ring being accompanied by Detective Bosley, he hails from Peoria, Illinois, EMT TIM CASH!!!! There's a small round of applause to greet Cash as he raises his arms into the air. BUFFER And his opponent, from Athens, Georgia, he is the PALE FACED KILLAH GUS HALVERSON!!!! DING DING DING DING Cash and Halverson tie up, and a short struggle ensues. Halverson gains the upper hand and snatches Cash into an armlock. He torques and tweaks on the limb, drawing a shout of pain from the lips of the EMT's mouth. Though the hold is painful, Cash is able to escape it by rolling to the mat, and kipping back up. Having taken Halverson by surprise, Cash succeeds in trapping him into an armlock. Unfortunately this submission is even shorter then the previous one, as the Canadian upends the medical technician with a fireman's carry. COLE You really have to appreciate the honor and class Rescue 911 conduct themselves with. Its a lost trait in today's sporting world. COACH Oh, the audience appreciates it, Cole! They appreciate it by remaining absolutely silent whenever they wrestle. Hahahahaah! Cash rolls to his feet, and is immediately put under fire by a wave of kicks! He manages to cut short the strikes by dragon whipping his young foe over. But the rookie quickly scurries upright to resume the kick filled assault. Not wishing to suffer through a welt the size of Rhode Island on his leg, Cash whips the Halverson away. Once his rival returns, the EMT sends him flying through the air with a back body drop. Halverson lands with a thud, bringing applause from Detective Bosley on the outside. COLE You have to wonder how Rescue 911 will go about getting into tag title contention, now that we have new one and only world tag team champions. I think they may be formidable foes for The Heavenly Rockers. The EMT tears Halverson off the mat and hurls him into the corner. He hits the posts with such impact, that blood seeps from his pale skin, and he's involuntarily stumbled towards the center of the ring. Still dazed by the sudden jolt of his collision, he's unable to stop Cash from punishing him with a Backbrain Wheelkick (whatever the hell that is). Even if Patty remains ignorant of what the heck I just typed, that won't stop Cash from throwing up a fist pump that's matched by Detective Bosley! COACH You think they could beat The Heavenly Rockers? Boy, is you stupid? The Rockers would run through them like a burrito through Mariachi's colon. While the 911 crew continue their fist pumping celebration to the delight of absolutely no one, Halverson gets to his feet. He doesn't wait for Cash to confront him, and instead batters him with forearm smashes, while his pours out rounds of insulting profanities. After he weakens Cash enough, he traps him into a side Russian leg sweep setup. Before executing the basic move, he shoots a one fingered salute to Bosley, which causes the temperamental New Yorker to nearly have a heart attack. While Bosley is restrained by the official, Halverson dips backwards and drives his rival into the mat with the leg sweep! COLE How about Anglesault on the first HeldDOWN of the month making a huge match for November Reign between Denzel Spencer and Reject for the International World Title. COACH Obviously, Anglesault wishes for Denzel to be permanently crippled or at least badly injured. And how you gonna share a first name with a pimp like Denzel Washington when you be an ol pissy piss stain t shirt wearing' omarion dance move stealin, long lost wayans brothers lookin ass nigga? Back in the ring, Halverson attempts a pinfall... ONE But Cash kicks out! Halverson brings him off the mat, and tightens him into a front facelock in preparation of a vertical suplex. His crassness gets the better of him, and he can't help but direct another middle finger towards an outraged Bosley. This proves to be a severe error on his part, as it gives time for Cash to break his way out the hold. Free of Halverson's clutches, the EMT begins peppering him with measured elbow strikes. But he only manages to get three strikes in before Halverson decks him diving discus lariat! As Bosley frets over an impending upset defeat, Halverson covers Cash for another fall. ONE TWO But, the Peroia native pops his shoulder off the mat, just microseconds before the three count. These microseconds come under instant debate by Halverson, as his thick Georgian accent demands that the referee explain why his hand is not being raised as the victor. COLE Gus Halverson needs to focus more on EMT Cash and less on the referee! You're not going to win the match that way, plus Cash has those cute little sausage nipples. Not surprisingly, Halverson's inane argument with the OAOAST officials, provides Cash more then enough time to recollect his missing strength. Within seconds, Halverson's booming voice is shrouded beneath gasps of torment and anguish. His formerly gruff, antagonistic face is placed under siege by a gruesome fear, and its all thanks to the Do Not Resuscitate (sleeper hold), Cash has trapped him with. Having no will or desire to test the strength of Cash's powerful finisher, Halverson chirps a quick and cowardly submission. Without waiting for the referee to call for the bell, Cash lets his enemy go free, and joyously pumps his victorious fists into the air. He's soon joined in the ring by Detective Bosley, and the two men of the law pass along highfives for Cash's excellent performance. BUFFER The winner of the match....EMT TIM CASH! COLE There's nothing like winning, and there's nothing like earning and honest living. EMT Tim Cash, tonight you've done both! Well done, friend. Hey, maybe after they unseat The Rockers for the belts, Cash can go after Popick? COACH N-O! COLE Okay then. Folks, when we come back, we'll hear from the new OAOAST world champion, the most hated man on the planet, Stephen Joseph Popick. You don't want to miss that. COMMERCIAL COMING UP NEXT ANOTHER REASON TO HATE STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK SPEAKS. YOU LISTEN. NEXT

COLE OK, we're back here at Sofa Central, and Reject is still in the ring, he's been pacing throughout the break... COACH He's got a mic now! Reject puts the mic to his face, as the crowd boos. REJECT Now...everyone here in this shithole, wannabe U.S. state, knows that I got SCREWED out here tonight! *crowd boos loudly* REJECT I was done wrong! And I'm not leaving this ring, until we make it right! *crowd boos* REJECT Now...*sets chair down*...here's what's going to happen. I want Anglesault to come down to this ring, and I want him to reverse the decision in this match. And if that doesn't happen, all these people here in Hawaii West, are going to go home really fuckin' disappointed! *crowd boos* COLE Reject holding a sit-down strike here... Reject waits for a few seconds, and Medal hits, which brings him to his feet as Anglesault walks through the curtains. COLE Well, ask and you shall receive! Anglesault slowly walks to the ring, and climbs inside. He gets a mic from ringside, as Reject begins to talk. REJECT First of all, I was just thinking of what I said right before you came out here...I'd like to apologize to any Hawaiians who may be watching this show. *crowd boos* REJECT I don't know what came over me, to compare you to a wasteland like Puerto Rico, it was totally uncalled for, and I apologize! *crowd boos loudly* REJECT Now then...you heard what I said back there. So...what are you gonna do about it? Anglesault pauses. ANGLESAULT Well, unfortunately, Reject...there's nothing I can do about it. *crowd cheers, as Reject's eyes grow wide.* ANGLESAULT The referee's decision is final. That means the only person who has any say in this situation...is the referee! REJECT You mean, I have to convince the referee to change his mind? Anglesault nods. REJECT Well, then what are we waiting for? Get him out here! ANGLESAULT All right then. Earl Hebner, come on down! After a few seconds, Hebner walks to the ring. COACH Reject staring a hole in the man who just screwed him out of his title! Hebner enters the ring, and stands in a corner with Anglesault. ANGLESAULT I want to bring one more man out here for this. I want the International World champion, Denzel Spencer, to come down to this ring. The crowd poops bigtime as Spencer walks through the curtains with the belt around his waist. COACH Oh, look at this! Spencer walks down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans, then climbs into the ring, and he, Hebner, and Anglesault discuss something amongst themselves. COLE What could they be talking about? They break their "huddle" after a couple minutes, and Anglesault starts to speak. ANGLESAULT Well, after talking things over, Earl and I both agree that his actions tonight were over the line. And, as a result, Earl has agreed to reverse the decision in the earlier match. *crowd boos* Spencer slowly takes the belt off, as Anglesault talks. ANGLESAULT Which means, Reject, you are still the OAOAST International World champion. REJECT Spencer looks at the belt for a few seconds, then hands it over to Anglesault. Reject goes to grab it, and Anglesault pulls it away. ANGLESAULT HOWEVER...Mr. Hebner and Mr. Spencer did have some terms in relation to this, and I felt they were more than reasonable. First of all, Mr. Hebner has requested that you give Mr. Spencer a rematch, for the International World title, at November Reign! *crowd cheers* ANGLESAULT Earl will be the referee for that match, and if you so much as lay a finger on Earl or any other referee, the match will be stopped, and the International World title will be awarded to Denzel Spencer! *crowd cheers* Reject looks frustrated, but seems to go along with it. ANGLESAULT And now for Denzel's request. You know, a couple weeks ago, we saw a match between Reject and Sandman9000, which was contested under normal OAOAST rules. Well, Denzel suggested that next week, why not have a rematch? *crowd cheers* Reject gets wide eyes. ANGLESAULT So next week, we're going to see a one-on-one match, for the Heartland title... *crowd cheers* ANGLESAULT With Reject the challenger, for Sandman9000! *crowd cheers* REJECT ANGLESAULT Good luck...champ! Anglesault tosses the belt back to Reject, as Medal plays he, Spencer, and Hebner to the back, with Reject in the ring, not looking too happy despite keeping his belt. COLE What a match for next week, Reject will take on Sandman9000, with Heartland title rules! COACH Yeah, but Reject got his belt back, didn't he? COLE Yes, but he'll have to meet Spencer another day, that being November Reign from Las Vegas! What a couple of bombshells from Anglesault! For right, now lets take you back to the action on Syndicated! And now, the OAOAST SPINEBUSTER OF THE WEEK! The Halloween Spectacular Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment We cut back inside and pan around the sold out crowd. COLE (Voice-Over) That, ladies and gentlemen, was from our Halloween Spectacular one week ago. Later that weekend on OAOAST Pro Wrestling, the top rated sports program in syndication, the Heavenly Rockers were guests… Well, see for yourself. Uncut and uncensored. The Enterprise presents… In association with the OAOAST and TSM… Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime A montage so over the top airs. It features the Blonds dancing with orphaned children in Rwanda, opening a school for the underprivileged, partying at a dance club, reuniting a father and daughter, more partying, confronting neo-Nazis, visiting troops overseas and the Playboy mansion. SCHIAVONE What in the world is going on here, Jesse? VENTURA A world television event! SCHIAVONE This reeks of egotism. Who do these guys think they are, Alex Rodriguez and Scott Boras? With the first Love Shack in months coming up this Thursday night on HeldDOWN, the Beverly Hills Blonds are trying to steal the spotlight. REEL TALK MOLLY (Voice-Over) Reel Talk is filmed live before a studio audience. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The curtain is raised to reveal an obscenely expensive set bookend by CAGED GO GO DANCERS and a FISH TANK that stretches from one end of the set to the other. CANNED APPLAUSE are dubbed over the crowd’s boos as our pastel suit-clad hosts grab a drink at the BAR before having a seat on their orange couches. A couple of young women rush towards the stage but are cut off by CPA. SIMON Thank you and welcome to the world television premiere of Reel Talk. I’m “Box Office” Simon Singleton, or B.O.S.S. for short. NED And I’m Ned Blanchard, the man whose goal in life is to break Wilt Chamberlain’s record for sleeping with the most women. So far 1,469 happy -- and very sore -- bitches! SIMON One of them my ex-wife. NED When he was still married to the broad! Canned laughter. SIMON Anyway, folks, I want to talk to you a little about the show. Unlike other talk shows… NED *cough*THELOVESHACK!*cough SIMON …Reel Talk is dedicated to the issues and people you really care about. No, not some presidential election a year away or even a writer’s strike, but such as our guests this evening, who one week ago at the Halloween Spectacular captured the One & Only World tag team championship for a second time. NED One behind our 3 title reigns. SIMON While you’ll never spot us hanging out together, at November Reign… NED Sunday night, November 25th live only on pay-per-view!! SIMON …you will see us on the same team as we face the Love Doctors… The Blonds stifle laughter. SCHIAVONE After what the Blonds did to them at the Halloween Spectacular I‘m not so sure they‘ll even be able to compete. VENTURA Look on the bright side, Schiavone -- the Docs will save a bundle nursing their own injuries. Who knows, maybe Pigley can get his partner to clear him! SIMON …and returning Lone Star Gunslingers in 8-man elimination action. NED Colonel Abdullah Abir Nerdly presents the greatest rock ‘n’ wrestling band of ALL-time…THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS! HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Dressed casually for the occasion, which is leather jacket/pants for them, the Heavenly Rockers are led out by Holly and the Colonel. NED Guys, welcome to the show. Please, make yourselves at home. SYNTH (to caged dancers) Yo, bitches! My dick, your pussy. After the show. LOGAN Blanchard, you’re still a piece of shit, but thanks for having us on. Nice show you got here. It has a little something I call professionalism. Other talk show hosts can learn a thing or two from you. SIMON You’re too kind. Too kind. It’s this kind of comradely that’s going to lead us to victory at November Reign. But let’s talk about your tag title win at the Halloween Spectacular. Loved the costumes, not the result. ABDULLAH Oh, it was a glorious day in my life and the careers of Synth and Logan. I proved all the critics wrong by guiding these men back to the top, something my dear sister Melody can’t say she’s done and never will. All those years my brothers and sisters-- SIMON Easy there, Colonel. We’re not asking for your life story. ABDULLAH NED Hey, what about this incident I heard about with Leon Rodez on that abortion of a talk show, The Love Shack. “YEAH!” SIMON SYNTH Oh, no, you didn’t. OH, NO! You went and got the Synthmeister all worked up. Did you see that shit he pulled on us? What kind of host sucker punches their guests? The Love Shack ain’t got nothing on your show. That fool’s lucky Logan didn’t finish him off. Bitch on his knees begging Mann not to embarrass him in front of Melody. Pussy. NED Just like his sister. Canned laughter. LOGAN It’s pretty simple. Melody is LAIR and HOMEWRECKER! NED LOGAN She tried to deceive the public by portraying herself as the victim when the real victims in all this are Holly and myself. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” LOGAN Melody desperately tried to breakup our marriage so that she could sneak in and manage the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time. Who can blame her? Anybody who associates themselves with the Heavenly Rockers instantly skyrocket in popularity. But rather than be subtle about it, Melody kept banging on the door. And we know what happened next. Tell 'em, baby. HOLLY Melody, you had your chance to exit gracefully. Now that you're back I plan on finishing what I started at Zero Hour. LOGAN What can I say? It runs in the family. Holly has business to finish with Melody and we have some business to finish with the Lone Star Gunslingers. They made quite a return...and they'll have quite an exit. SIMON Our time is up. Thanks to our guests for not causing a scene. We hoped you enjoyed the world television premiere of Reel Talk, the show dedicated to the issues and people you really care about. NED We know you did because we hosted. So be sure to join us next time on Reel Talk. I’m Ned Blanchard. SIMON And I’m Simon Singleton. NED/SIMON And you’ll see us again! Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime Executive Producer Theodore Moneymaker Produced By Simon Singleton Casting Couch Ned Blanchard Security CPA Directed By Molly Nerdly © The Enterprise COMMERCIAL

sorrry, but alf already called the opening segment about two weeks ago, and even the segment after that!

Remember Halloween Spectacular replaces HD on the week of Halloween. Say, don't we have some dude on our roster from Puerto Rico? Not too sure. Can't really remember. Is it Vincent Santana? I know we have a guy, but who could it be? Whoever could it be???!!!!!! do not call zhe mainevent!

A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out

come on ppl he goes through life with the name tugnutt

THE LOVE SHACK Featuring special guest: Krista Isadora Duncan look friends, i too can use the booking thread!

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[b][color="#808080"]DING DING DING[/color][/b] No sooner then a second after the bell sounds, do Los Conquistadors seek to gain an easy elimination, with a furious charge towards the Heavenly Rockers. While the other competitors wage an indistinguishable slugfest with one another, the boys in gold subdue The Rockers with a calvary of forearm smashes. But this advantage doesn't last for very long, as Synth succeeds in overpowering Uno with a simple thumb to the eye. Free of Uno, Esizer is able to assist his partner in trapping Dos into a front facelock. Despite the luchadore's struggles to remain grounded, they manage to elevate him into the skies as they edge closer and closer to the ropes. Sensing that his comrade's soon to face elimination, Uno flares forward to strike The Rockers with a lariat! A jumbled mishmash of pvc, faux-leather, bad hand writing and white cardboard topples over the ropes to the immense delight of the crowd. But its only the PVC and faux leather that feel the sting of the ring mats, as The Heavenly Rockers are able to hook onto the ropes and remain on the apron, earning a round of boos in the process. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#FFFF00"]Los Conquistadors[/color][/b] LEFT: 1st LEFT IN RING: 11 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: The Heavenly Rockers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH Couple of first rate losers, shoulda kept ya Mexican jumping bean ass in that INS detention center. These the type of fools who'd get dunked on in a wheelchair basketball league. Having to deal with potentially being eliminated by the two worst wrestlers on the roster is bad enough! But imagine having to deal with potentially being eliminated by our lord and savior, Jesus Christ. That's exactly the fate facing down the apron based Rockers, as they're thrown under a barrage of punches from MARV and MEL! Their archrivals terrorize them with an endless parade of jabs and hooks, leaving small welts on The Rocker's face, and each throwing the crowd into a frenzy over their potential elimination. But Colonel Abdullah Abir takes evasive maneuvers to ward off his brothers' quest for vengeance; he leaps onto the ring apron and swats the Jesus imposters in their thick beards with two unholy strikes of his Koran! The overmatched Express tumbles away from their prey, felled by the awesome might of Islam! ABULLAH [img=http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/054/c/9/Stamp__muslim___n_Proud_by_Muslim_Women.gif] MOLLY The OAOAST! Come for the goofy gimmicks, and stay for the offensive religious commentary! Elsewhere, in less religiously intolerant sectors of the ring, Charlie Moss and Marcellus Wallace have made it their mission in life to rid the match of the bulky Samoan, Faqu. Combining their impressive strength, they manage to at least lift part of his blubbery physique over the top rope. However, their success all but ends there, as James Blonde comes crashing into their alliance like a bat out of hell with an axe handle smash! While Moss, manages to avoid the strike, Wallace is dropped faster then Obama's chances of ever getting elected. In celebration of executing one of the most basic maneuverer in all of pro-wrestling, Blonde arrogantly begins brushing his shoulders. But this allows the gold painted Moss to surprise his green painted rival, by grabbing onto his army fatigues, and attempting to dump him over the ropes! Desperate not to be eliminated before the guy dressed as the giant penis, Blonde furiously begins bashing his helmet into Moss' body! COACH If someone was really smart they would've come dressed as Edward Scissorhands. Nothing is able to halt Moss from his task until Faqu drives the point of his elbow directly into the the back of his jersey. Saved from elimination, Blonde tries to enact a measure of revenge on his foe by joining his partner in underhooking Moss' arms. Together they flip the amateur superstar forward, seeking to hip toss him over the ropes. But, Moss counteracts their efforts, by planting his boots firmly onto the paint stained cables, then shooting his body backwards to pummel the luckless pair with a double inverted DDT! COACH Strike the pose, baby! Moss would be able to strike the Heisman pose if he weren't being mowed down by a lariat from a six foot two spandex penis. Our phallic pugilist, Ned Blanchard begins pumping stomps into Moss' back, decimating the former WDW tag team champion with a anamalistic joy. COLE Did you see how fast that dick came? And now he's exploding all over Moss! Without warning Ned is ripped away from his victim by the mummified remains of Stephen Pigley. Hungering for retribution over the injuries suffered earlier in the night, Pigley cocks (lolpun!) his hand back and blasts Ned into a vacant corner! COLE What force behind that punch! Stephen Pigley's arm was injured severely in the match with The Blonds earlier tonight, and we wants a little payback! A desperate bid for escape is exerted by Blanchard, but the bandage coated fist of his horrifying attacker locks him into place, and all he can do is coverup and pray to god for assistance. His calls for help are speedily answered by the king of the box office, Simon Singleton, who slams his two hundred thirty pounds into Pigley with a bodysplash. Exhausted by the combination of his previous injuries and that dangerous strike, Pigley slowly staggers out of the corner like a...well..a mummy! Unable to see past his blurred vision and uncomfortable bandages, he can do nothing to stop Quentin Benjamin from flattening him with a spinning heel kick. COACH Its gonna take a lot more then a few ace bandages to get yourself right after that one, Pigley! The fact that Benjamin has blatantly “stolen” his costume isn't lost on Simon, and the BOSS immediately dives upon the thief for his fashion transgression. Joined by Blanchard, the South Carolina transplant manages to hammer the Washingtonian into submission. With Benjamin incapable of offering any resistance, the three time tag team champions drag him onto the their shoulders for a modified DVD that would propel him from the ring. However, that devastating hold never comes to pass as Benjamin regains his wits, and peels off their shoulders to drive them into the canvas with a double DDT! Unfortunately for QB, not a second later does he become the victim of a running front flip neckbreaker courtesy of Doctor Anderson! COLE Don't think Anderson forgot that superkick Benjamin hit Pigley with! Its evident that Anderson will neither forgive no forget Benjamin for heel kicking his partner, as he removes his plastic tongs from his costume and proceeds pummel his fallen rival! But he's not granted much of a chance to turn QB into his next ER patient, thanks to the recovered BHB's overwhelming him with a flurry of forearm strikes. The Blonds then foist him onto their shoulders. Stepping over the beaten frame of Benjamin, Ned and Simon venture to the edge of the ring, and casually fling their victim over the top cable. But their nonchalance becomes costly, as they inadvertently dump Anderson onto the apron. The MD is quick to profit on this second life; he leaps to his feet and swats away BOSS with an elbow strike. The BHB's continue to fall like bowling pins, as Anderson levels the remaining member with a ferocious swipe of his oversized tweezers! COLE Anderson is a one doctor wrecking machine! Anderson attempts to step into the ring, hungering to continue this thrashing of his archrivals. However, his entry is halted by cinematographer extraordinarie Miss Molly Nerdly, who clamps a death grip onto his ankle. Quickly frustrated, Anderson offers furious efforts to free himself from her grip. But the Nerdly girl is steadfast in refusal, unwilling to remove Anderson from her clutches. Tired of Molly's annoyances, the MD utilizes his superior strength to violently shove the much smaller woman away! Now free of Molly's grip, Anderson's narrowed eyes stare into their face as though they were intent on burning a hole through her skull. Molly tries to move, but can't, the terror of Anderson's intimidation holding her immobile. “Oh you mustn't attack me! I still have student loans to repay!” Never one to let the call of a potential dyke out project go un-heeded, Krista moves to rescue Molly from her aggressor, while eliminating him from the contest at the same moment. However, thanks to sharp glance towards a video screen, Anderson witnesses Krista's arrival, and immediately works to befall America's favorite lesbian superhero. With an athletic leap, he elevates himself onto the cables, foreshadowing a springboard assault. However, Krista is every bit his superior in speed and agility, and shoots upwards to slam her shoes into his face. The force of her strike drives Anderson's plummeting figure from the ring, shattering it into pieces on the ring mats. There's a deafening snap, and Anderson lets out such a cry of anguish that for an instant the audience feels sorry for him. Then they forget all about him and turn their cheers towards Krista. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color="#800080"][b]The Love Doctors[/b][/color] LEFT: 2nd LEFT IN RING: 10 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/b] “And now the OAOAST returns from the parallel universe where The Love Doctors were a semi-competent tag team to our normal reality where they continue to suck a fountain of cock.” Krista comments. Ned is overcome with joy to see his perpetual rivals expelled from the match, and has to express this delight through the medium of modern dance. NED [img=http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/208/4/b/Dancin____Dancin___by_RejectifiedTomato.gif] “Do you see that? That's the father of my child! And you wonder why I'm a lesbian?” Krista yells to no one in particular. Mere inches away from Krista the war between Rescue 911 and the Wrecking Crew flames vehemently, as Rico De Janiero attempts to lift Bosley's bulky Smokey the Bear costume over the ropes. But Bosley clings onto the cables, as if the very existence of the endangered Montana Brown Bear depended on it. While, he fights a seemingly hopeless battle to survive, his spandex clad partner offers a ray of hope, rushing forward to shoulder block the Brazilian. But Rico anticipates Cash's arrival and slides out the way, leaving the comic book legend to smash into his dangling comrade! Bosley tumbles over the ropes, but on sheer luck alone, lands safely on the ring apron. COLE Detective Bosley almost eliminated from this contest! While Rico would love to simply shove Bosley to the floor with a callous swat of his bejeweled boot, there's the nagging matter of an unacceptable bug infestation consuming his kingly robes! A bug infestation? Well, certainly that's the only logical explanation for why the King of Mardi Gras feels like his ass is being chewed out by Pacman's extended family. The only logical explanation that is until Rico looks over his shoulders and sees the glitter stained legs of Mariachi's Cher costume protruding from beneath his robe. “Comece-me ir-se foder cara da merda!” Rico's normally smooth, now high-pitched and alarmed, voice chirps. COACH I don't speak of word of Portuguese but I'm pretty sure he wasn't saying “use lube next time”. Whatever De Janiero said, he screams it repeatedly, as he loses all sense of royal composure and darts about the ring in a mad effort to keep what's left of his salad from being tossed. The audience is delighted by Rico predicament, rooting on the flamboyant luchadore as he commits the kind of sexual harassment that could make Isiah Thomas blush. The fans' cheers grow even louder when Rico's crazed escape route is shut down by a double BUTT bump from EMT Cash and Moracca! “DEPORT RICO! DEPORT RICO! DEPORT RICO!” the fans sing. CASH and MORACCA [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/gheyfight.gif] MOLLY [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/gaydar.jpg] Biting Moracca's queer bait costs Cash dearly, for Lucius Soul punishes him for his distraction with a front Russian leg sweep. Moracca isn't spared from Soul's path of terror, as he's bowled over by aspinning side kick. Soul doesn't bother with admiring his quick destruction Cash and Moracca, and instead throws himself into the task of eliminating Mariachi. His bony fingers weave through the Mexican's ten dollar wig, using the cheap fabric as a leash to guide him towards the ropes. Once he reaches his destination he disposes of Mariachi as though he were common garbage, easily slinging him over the cables! But cheers ring out through the night, as the audience watches Mariachi preserve his chances for survival by hooking his hands onto the second rope. The avoidance of the elimination causes steam to pour out every pore in an enraged Soul's body. But there's no opportunity for him to exorcise his anger, due to a lethal diving shoulder tackle from Detective Bosley! As the smooth soul bro crumples to the mat, Bosley celebrates his moment of victory with a fistpump! COACH The Love Doctors already gone out, why can't Rescue 911 and Los Diablos do the same? I know I can't always get what I want, but damn, can a nigga at least get what he needs? Elsewhere, MARV gets precisely what he doesn't need, namely impaled onto the top rope by a reverse suplex from Simon Singleton. While his opponent can do nothing more then hack and wheeze, BOSS comes in with a measured knee that implants perfectly into MARV'S nose, thrusting him out the ropes grip as well as out of this contest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b]The Christ Air Express[/b] LEFT: 3rd LEFT IN RING: 9 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: The Beverly Hills Blonds ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But wait! There's the small matter of the crushed turban that extends from MARV's backside, and the spindly legs that twitch awakwardly beneath his two hundred pounds. ABULLAH تحصل لي من يستغل الاحمق برعشيت الدماغ انا اكره لك انت تقتل يستغل سوء الامتصاص لك انك انت يخون MARV Molly, translate. MOLLY “The very foolish male is the fact that it is the suction cup of the chicken! I am not the bitch which kills! Before I put out the fire, the hell of sexual intercourse is obtained from me!” Oh pity! I must stop using this google translator! COLE I think MARV just landed on his own brother! The muffled profanities of the broken manager, indicated that this is so, and the crowd rejoices with glee as the referees note that MARV's feet never touched the floor, only the crushed carcass of his brother. Thus he's allowed to continue in the bout. “Thanks, Colonel! You da man, b!” MARV half-heartedly compliments his sibling, as he uses his busted back as a step ladder to get back to the apron. MARV'S sudden return to the contest doesn't sit well with Singleton, and he angrily, rains blows at random, seeking to simply cut MARV down with his crazed punches. But, the Canadian halts Simon's attack, by calmly slicing his shoulder into his pudgy midsection. Singleton is left doubled over in agony, a helpless dupe to the double stomp his agile foe directs towards his noggin. MARV's sandals land with stunning force, yanking Singleton away from the ropes, and depositing him onto the canvas where his tortured screams spill through the night. COLE You have to give due respect to the Christ Air Express, they've come on strong tonight, avoiding near elimination and nearly eliminating The Rockers. Where Simon so horribly failed, Logan intends on meeting with great success, as he comes screeching down the ropes, with a lariat. But MARV swoops beneath the attack, the strands of his wig flowing gracefully behind him. Displeased by the miss, Logan retries his efforts, but again encounters failure when his adversary horsewhips a high kick into his face. Clutching his nose, Logan is forced to back away from the ropes, which gives MARV easy entry into the contest. The former skater boy comes on impossibly powerful, like a destroyer droid with a sword, each step a punch, every punch a step. Logan backs away as fast he dares but MARV's fists stay right on top of him. Mann's breath goes short and hard, then all but evaporates when MEL joins the pounding. [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“JESUS HATES YOU! JESUS HATES YOU!”[/color][/font]the fans sing to Logan. The rock n' wrestling star turned low fat, organically sound, diary product does the only right minded thing to do in such a situation, drop to his knees and beg for mercy from the lord. Or at least the guys who are dressed like him. Forgiveness is the ultimate gift of Christ, and thus the Nerdly's welcome the repented sinner into heaven's gates with a holy embrace. Then they proceed to wallop him with punches sent straight from the devil himself. [color="#8B0000"][font="Arial Black"]“SKATE OR DIE! SKATE OR DIE! SKATE OR DIE!”[/font][/color] Bored with breaking his knuckles on Logan's face, MEL tosses the rocker into the ropes. Holly tries to latch onto his ankle to prevent a return to his tormentors. But, her movement is just a shade too slow, and a terrified Logan is launched back into a sidewalk slam set-up from MARV. Without a word needing to be spoken between them, MEL leaps into the air with a leg drop, and poor Logan is crushed against the unforgiving canvas by their innovative double team! Mann hollers out in pain, but its scarcely heard over the applause of the audience. Unfortunately, the cheers quickly degenerate into heated boos the minute the fans watch Synth Esizer cut both Nerdlys down with a pair of upper cuts! But Esizer himself then falls prey to a sneak attack; Charlie Moss slams an elbow into the back of his head. His shinning gold arm crashes overhead chops against Synth's thick chest with the unstoppable power of an atomic bomb. Esizer spends lavishly on his energy to try and fight back, but its to no avail, and he's bulldozed into the ropes. Now he clings onto cables, aware that they're the only thing protecting him from an unwelcome exit from this contest. But, Moss comes tirelessly and ferocious, and it seems to be only a matter of time before Synth bids a not so fond farewell to the ring. “Help!” He hollers towards Holly. Instantly Holly springs onto the apron, the bone in her hair now wielded like the deadliest of daggers. The makeshift weapon hammers out, striking Moss between the eyes and ending his attempt to eliminate Synth. COLE Teamwork seems to be of the utmost importance in this tag team battle royal. But, Krista Isadora Duncan for the duration of this match has gone without her tag team partner and girlfriend for unknown reasons. You have to wonder how much that weighs on Krista's mind. The stunning blond champion faces a more immediate predicament with the not-so stunning blond challenger, James Blonde, who easily hip tosses the California sex kitten over the ropes and onto the apron. Oddly delighted by his simplistic move, the arrogant ex HI-YAH grappler begins brushing his green coated skin off. This causes an annoyed Krista to remark, “Wow! Clearly a man in your pristine physical condition is so incredibly attuned to every nuance of his body that I am just left in awe by your exhibition of the delicate intricacies involved in the timeless ballet that is the denouement of the hiptoss. This is your calling, sweet sir. Travel the country and give the people what the want, what they need. Yours is a gift destined to be shared. The sight of your hiptoss would cure AIDS babies on the spot and give hope to a generation that is losing faith in a world gone mad.” Having only dealt with the queen of sarcasm once before, JB inadvertently assumes her compliments were of the serious variety, and thanks her for the kindness. However, his gratitude quickly dissipates when she begins rifling punches into his goateed face! COLE Look at those left hands! Those left hands do enough damage to Blonde to allow Krista to launch herself into the ring, and tighten her gorgeous legs around his neck in a head scissors. COACH Look at those legs! Those beautiful, long, sexy legs... She curses him with a nauseating twirl before tilting her body sideways to violently flip him onto the canvas. Despite the fact that he's well on the verge of vomiting, Blonde quickly scurries to an unsteady vertical base. Krissy tries to capitalize on his wounded state by charging him with a high knee lift. However, JB recovers his health quickly enough to upend her with a back body drop. The audience holds its collective breath, as it appears their heroine is about to meet an untimely end. But her four hundred dollar heels land perfectly on the ring apron, a feat that earns her a thunderous ovation, and the opportunity to take tear stained bows towards audience and thank them for their appreciation. COACH Oh god lord, people have been landing on the apron all night, and she acts like she won an Emmy! Before Krista finishes her curtain call, The Mover From Vancouver is already in motion, threatening to blast her off the ropes with a shuffle kick. But Krista doesn't have two masters degrees for nothing and puts her intelligence to good use, by lowering the top rope. Though Blonde's widened blue eyes spot her treachery, his army boots can do nothing to prevent it, and he's slung over the ropes, left to slip into unconsciousness as his head brutally pangs off the mats. There's no sympathy for Blonde from the fans, who are much to focused on rooting on their favorite lady for her second straight elimination. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#808080"]James Blonde and Faqu[/color][/b] LEFT: 3rd LEFT IN RING:9 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/b] COLE Krista Isadora Duncan has to work by herself tonight, but that sure isn't stopping her! Mariachi views Krista's position as the perfect opportunity to bring her time in this match to a close. Charging forward, he spins into a blindingly fast discus punch. However, Miss California defeats his approach by smashing her heel into his chin, sending the gender impersonator stumbling backwards. Left dazed and wounded by the attack, he haplessly falls into the eager clutches of Logan Mann. With a twisted smile corrupting his face, Mann heaves the Mexican sensation towards the ring ropes. Minor Problem: Logan, like almost everyone in the match, throws like a three year old paraplegic crack baby, and thus Mariachi is slung onto the ropes, caught between survival and a fast approaching elimination. Krista enlists herself into the task of eliminating Mariachi, and stands upon the bottom rope, leaping up and down in an effort to shake him from his nest. If Krista's technique any effect on Mariachi then its unnoticed by the viewers, who's eyes remain entranced as her massive breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Its the type of once in a lifetime mythical boobie jigglation that bestows motivation to those of us who watch exercise shows on ESPNClassic with our pants off, to rush to the computer and nominate this as match of the decade. NED [img=http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/156/f/6/squirt_by_spacehamster.gif] “Ah, man, gross, this costume is a rental!” Rico complains. Realizing that Krista isn't doing anything more then giving Mariachi a vile case of motion sickness, Logan steps into action. He latches onto the luchadore's glittering boots, and gives him a mighty heave! Mariachi tumbles forward, an avalanche of glitter, sequins, fake hair, and spandex that explodes onto the canvas with a sickening thud. Sickening to the audience that is, but not to Logan Mann, who backs away from the scene of the crime with a bevy of callous laughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color="#FF0000"][b]Los Diablos[/b][/color] LEFT: 4th LEFT IN RING: 8 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: The Heavenly Rockers & Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I am a golden god!” Logan Mann informs the audience, holding his arms out to the side to bask in the heavens glow. [b]“ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK!”[/b] COACH You ain't gotta love The Rockers, but at some point you gotta submit to reality, and realize these dudes is up there as one of the top tag teams of our time. COLE No one's ever debated their talents, only their attitudes, and choices of managers. Speaking of, has Abdullah even gotten off the ground yet? But just as one elimination ends another seems to be beginning, as Singleton pounds away on MEL, doing enough damage to be able to begin pushing him over the cables. But MEL smartly evades dismissal from the match, by flopping onto the apron, and rolling beneath the bottom rope. His intent is to stay there and regain his fleeting breath, but Singleton makes this all but impossible by slingshotting himself over the ropes with a vile double stomp! Not wishing to have his Jesus Mask be crushed beneath Simon's feet, MEL quickly rolls back into the ring, which causes Simon to land himself directly into a jeopardous position on the ring apron. Jeopardous because EMT Cash now looks to knock him from his perch with a shoulder block. Fortunately, Singleton moves a shade quicker then his incoming aggressor, and beats him back with a forearm strike. He hastily returns himself into the ring, and accosts Cash with an inverted facelock. Locking a snarl behind gritted teeth, Simon hooks his foe's spandex tights and jerks the superhero wannabe into the air. He then lets his victim fall forward and across his body, kneeling down so that Cash crashes into an outstretched knee. COACH Let's talk about Bosley for a second. Why that man gonna wear a cartoon bear costume? Bitch be in his forties and walks out to that crap with no shame? Unfortunately, Singleton is quick to join Cash on the list of wrestler's in dire need of a masseuse, as MEL impales him with a twisting neckbreaker. “Did ya get that one on camera, Molly.” MEL asks his elder sister, voice dripping with condescension. “Oh of course I did! The world is the Siclopse's blank canvas, and all the colors of the known universe, are at my disposable for a wealth of beautiful brushstrokes!” “What's that on the camera lens?” “Its the lens cap, you stupidly stupid moron! I always keep it there during filming, so I won't lose it.” “Wow, you're smart, Molly!” “Oh of course I am! I do go to graduate school, after all.” Directly behind this conversation, Quentin Benjamin whips Vincent Santana into the ring ropes. As he returns, Santana springs upwards, ready to flatten QB with a Lou Thez press! But, Benjamin counters this attack by coiling his arms around Santana's scrawny waist. Before “Whitey” is even aware of what's happening he's being launched backwards by a belly to belly suplex! He hits the mat with such impact, that his carefully applied hairpiece comes loose, and his dirty blond hair spills aimlessly about the canvas. Despite the hair piece malfunction, Santana brushes aside his pain, and bullrushes QB. However, Benjamin meets his arrival with a swift knee to his boney midsection. Doubled over in misery, Vinny can do little more then watch in horror as the amateur wrestling star backs into the ropes in order to bounce back with a cross body block. But by the time QB is in the air, Santana regains enough strength to catch him in his arms. Vinny drives his body backwards, which flings QB forward in a one way trip to the outside mats! COLE Is the end for Quentin Benjamin? It certainly might have been had his two hundred thirty five pounds not slammed into MARV and a brawling Rico De Janiero like a runaway truck. MARV simply slumps to the ground, but De Janiero is subjected to an awkward topple over the ring ropes, that lands him robe first onto the apron, and tumbles his gaudy crown off his mulleted head. He scrambles to his feet, preparing to defend against possible elimination. Those defenses are immediately put to the test by Charlie Moss, who joins him on the ring apron accompanied by a wave of punches. Moss works as a mindless machine of slaughter, hammering the royal figure with punch after punch. Finally, De Janiero gets some semblance of offense in, by simply kicking Charlie in the frank n beans! COLE Ow! Illegal defense! First down Charlie Moss! COACH Illegal defense is a basketball penalty. Hell outta here with ya dumb equestrian dressage Brian Boitano figure skating hoomed out crotchless tutu sniffing cracker ass. The cheapshot rips the breath from Moss' lungs and buckles his knees, leaving him a sitting duck for De Janiero's big boot. But, Charlie calls upon his last ounce of energy and glides beneath the hold, causing his attacker to go screeching forward.....right into a missile dropkick from Quentin Benjamin! The sheer force of the strike rocks Rico backwards, and he crumples to the mat as though he'd been pumped full of bullets. A graceless slide to the canvas seems inevitable, and is loudly rooted for by the crowd. But, their desires go unfulfilled, thanks to Lucius Soul, diving onto his partner's foot and keeping his tumbling body away from the ringmats. “Pull me back in! Pull me back in!” Rico screams, as his face comes dangerously close to scraping the black surface before. Straining himself with all his strength, Soul tries his hardest to return Rico to the ring. Frenziedly, he tugs and pulls on his partner, while the Brazilian dangles through the air like an oversized pendulum. Soul's task is made all the more difficult by the fact that Moss that continually rams stomps into the hand that holds Rico above the abyss. The audience openly begs for Rico to taste the fabric of the mats, chanting “FALL! FALL!” at the top of their lungs. COLE How long can Lucius Soul maintain his hold on Rico? And Rico isn't exactly doing anything to help his cause. He looks like a cross between Tarzan and Jerry Lawler, high off that PCP! Above and beyond Soul's field of vision is the twisting and twirling figure of Quentin Benjamin, descending on the clueless superstar with a shooting star press! By the time the pop of the audience alerts him that somehting is amiss, its too late for Soul, and the Heisman candidate slams into his back! The attack is too powerful for Soul's grip to withstand, and his fingers crumble away from Rico's boots, and the Brazilian slowly slides backwards to the mat. Face wrought fear, he scrambles to grab hold of the ring apron. But this only speeds his descent, and within moments he lies sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by the applause of the fans. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [font="Arial Black"][color="#483D8B"]The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew[/color][/font] LEFT: 5th LEFT IN RING: 7 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: Team Heyross ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Out go the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew! Soul looks mad, but he should be happy, now he can get to club earlier and get his grind on! COACH For black folk, getting our grind on means getting up before noon. Only a few inches away from the “Mardi Gras catastrophe”, One-Eye Wallace and Ned Blanchard rifle off punches as though they were unloading machine gun fire, angrily and aimlessly smashing their fists into each others' face. But, as one spent half his life in prison, and the other spent seven hundred dollars on a custom made penis costume, I shouldn't have to tell you who wins this round of boxing. With Blanchard seemingly out on his feet, Wallace prepares to strike him into unconsciousness with the [B]Silver Bullet[/B] (Samoan Spike). But as Wallace's hand screams towards his face, Blanchard rips his body beneath it, and carries himself to the ropes. He returns, intent on hammering the ex-con with his infamous [b]90210 enziguri[/b]. He goes rocketing through the skies, but not due to his trademark flashy kick, rather due to the [b]POS[/b] (lift up double arm DDT) executed by Marcellus Wallace. “We a beast! Who? We, you dumbass bitch niggas! We!” Wallace hollers, directing his vile glare towards Ned. “That ether gonna be burnin' slow, Ned Blanchard.” “Why? Is ether the codename for your sister's vagina?” A nearby Krista wonders. WALLACE [img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/mad/332.gif] “Okay, take it easy there, OJ. Are you down for a bet? If you beat me in arm wrestling, youhavetoeliminateyourself from the match, but if I somehow beat you, illeliminatemyself. Are ya down?” Wallace nods his agreement, figuring that an arm wrestling contest against a woman less then half his size should present zero problems. “Yo goose is cooked, bitch!” “My goose is cooked? Inside that body of strapping black stallion, lies a dopey middle aged white man who likes to read Dave Barry books and TIVO's reruns of CSI, dying to be free. Very well, everyone please witness that Marcellus is agreeing to my original terms!” She proclaims, then under her breath adds. “LOL at Los Angeles public school system not teaching listening comprehension.” Smirking, Krista lies on her stomach and offers her arm for the unusual battle. Thankful for an easy way to eliminate the tag champion, Wallace joins her on the canvas, and tangles his fingers around her's. As expected, he cruises to a quick victory, minus all excitement, as he drops her arm to the canvas. Triumphantly, Wallace rises off the battle ground, verbally thumping his chest over such an untaxing victory, “You aint gotta go home, bitch, but you gots ta get the hell up out of here!” “Ah! Please refer to our original agreement, dear sir!” Outside official Charles Robinson chimes into recite Krista's original offer. “If you beat me in arm wrestling, [b]you[b] have to eliminate [b]yourself[/b] from the match, but if I somehow beat you, I'll eliminate myself. Are ya down?” [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/pronoun.jpg] Realizing his unrivaled failure, Wallace falls out in disgust. “My hubris! [img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/sad/014.gif]” He finds his eyes turning unaccountably hot, and his vision swims with unshed tears, as he's required to depart the ring under the terms of the bet. He glances to Krista for clemency, but the blond bombshell gives him nothing more then a stare as hard as a glacier. COACH Did that nigga just say “hubris”? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The South Central Militia LEFT: 6th LEFT IN RING: 6 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE With Krista minus a partner she has to resort to some clever tactics to get things towards her favor. As you can guess its not exactly easy for her to go around dumping people over the ropes who outweigh her by over a hundred pounds. She either has to catch them off guard or in this case swindle them out of the match. Elsewhere, the more conventional (although I hesitate to call a grown man in a bear suit “conventional”) Detective Bosley is dealing with Synth Esizer, flooring the rockstar with a right hand. Or in this case paw. Frightened out of his wits by the raw power of the former NYPD officer, a trembling Synth begs for a show of mercy. But its not Bosley who spares Synth from further beatings, rather its Simon Singleton who rushes behind the good officer, and catches him completely unaware with a bulldog! Quick to his feet, Synth offers no hints of gratitude towards his savior, and instead begins peppering him with left jabs. The blows prove to be nothing greater then a slight annoyance to DA BOSS~ and he rids himself of their nagging impact by bashing his enemy with a left cross. Thrilled with his minor accomplishment, Simon snaps and “image” of Synth's beaten body with an imaginary camera phone. However, in his seconds of arrogance, Charlie Moss sneaks behind him, and dropkicks him to the canvas. COLE There's a bit of a long running off again/on again rivalry between Team Heyross and The Enterprise. You had to know it would play out here. Under no inclination to be put in a defensive position, Singleton hurriedly rushes back to his feet. But so does Moss, who strikes first with a series of hellacious kicks. The non-stop attacks chip away at Simon's gold body paint, leaving red welts on pink skin in their place, as he's bulldozed back into the ropes. Even as Simon is tangled into the cables, the kicks continue, determined to send him out of the arena in a wheelchair. Obviously not wishing to spend the week using handicap parking, Singleton mounts the most effective counterattack possible: shoving his vexatious enemy to the mat. Unfortunately there's no reprieve for Si's plight, as the other half of Team Heyross enters the fray with a trio of knife edge chops that rip right through the vulnerable flesh of the three time tag team champion. COACH You have to admire the the team work on display here by Team Heyross! COLE Coach speak for: Charlie's penis tastes of sweet Vienna sausage. and when he burst his love nectar in my mouth it tastes the taste of a spectacular chardonnay! Singleton brings the rampant assault of chops to a sudden end, when he slices his knee into Benjamin's ripped midsection. With Benjamin quieted for the moment, Singleton attaches him into a front waistlock. Trying to move before his opponent can reclaim his strength, Singleton inches to the edge of the ring, where he attempts to launch Benjamin into the second row with a belly to belly suplex. A sudden panic recovers QB's energy, and he reaches to the top rope to freeze SS' efforts. But Singleton will not budge, and continues his attempt to propel Benjamin from the ring. Unable to simply tire Double S into surrender, Benjamin turns to more violent methods, and begins smashing his fists into his adversary's ears. Instantly Singleton's head begins ringing like a cathedral bell, and the stupendous pain is almost too crippling to bear. Forgetting all about quests for victories and tag title reigns, Singleton releases Benjamin and attends to the throbbing headache that overwhelms him. While BOSS may have forgotten all about Benjamin, the Washington native surely hasn't forgotten about him, and reminds Simon of his existence with a rolling wheel kick! The powerful force behind the attack recoils Singleton backwards until he's caught by the ropes. But they chose not to be gracious hosts, and expel him towards the outside! Preemptively the fans erupt with cheers for Simon's elimination, failing to notice the tenuous grip he maintains on the second rope. Beads of sweat streak across every inch of his body, turning his once thickly solid paint into a soupy mush. “LET IT GO! LET IT GO! LET IT GO!” the fans chant, until finally Benjamin attempts to make all their dreams come true with a baseball slide towards the vulnerable Singleton. But Molly finally does something besides provide comedic relief, by scrambling towards Simon locale, and crossing his ankles around the bottom rope. Though Benjamin crashes into Si's chest with NASCAR worthy force, Molly's arrangement manages to keep her employer afloat. However, the danger of elimination remains ever present; Benjamin now takes to merely trying to shove Simon out of title contention. Fortunately, for Simon, who can do nothing more but sulk in the pool of his own body paint, Molly climbs to the apron to assist in holding his position until help can arrive. The fans pop as Molly's skirt rides up, inadvertently treating them to the teenagers-to-men jacktasticlly bootylisicous Cameltoe/Wedgie combo that finishes off the few Johnson-Johnson addicts that managed to hold fort during the fine exhibition of the laws of gravity put on by Krista's jiggling mammaries. Back in the ring, Ned offers his teammates some much needed help, arriving onto the scene to brutally stomp Benjamin away from his partner. COLE Simon was on the brink right there, and an elimination would not have sat well with Mister Moneymaker! Satisfied that Simon's safe from elimination for the time being, Ned directs his attention away from Benjamin and towards the considerably easier target of EMT Cash. A roar of a right hand blasts Cash back into the corner, smashing breath from his lungs, leaving him swaying and half stunned. Ned strides forward, grunting in a tone deeper then a well, and blacker then obsidian. He raises his arm for a killing blow, but never gets to lower it thanks to a rake of the eyes from Cash! COACH “There's nothing more satisfying then making an honest living” Quote EMT Cash. Tell me, Cole, is there anything honest about jabbing your fingers into a man's eye? Cash bellows a low primal shout and flies at Ned, wanting to use his body to crush The Handsome Hustler to the canvas. But Blanchard's hands seize Cash's tight costume, and with impossible strength he tosses him over the ropes! But, before the audience can even react to the possibility of an elimination, Cash's hands flick out with the speed of The Flash, and latch onto the ropes for what little safety they can provide him. “OOOOOOH!” goes the audience. COACH What do they care? They couldn't pick this lame out of a one man police lineup! Cash tests his fast fading grip on the ropes no longer, and pulls himself back into the ring. Witnessing the EMT's return to the contest, paints a ghastly scowl onto Ned's face, and he immediately blasts Cash with a thundering overhand punch to the face. As droplets of blood trickle down the edges of Cash's eye slits, The Handsome Hustler flings him into the ropes. Given a clear path, Cash's feet return him towards the waiting lariat of Blanchard. But he sweeps towards the side the telegraphed attack, winding up behind Ned, who awkwardly careens forward. Blanchard regains his balance alarmingly quickly, and with anger lining his face, turns around to decapitate his enemy with a boomerang lariat. But, Cash counters this fast moving attack with an even faster moving European uppercut. The surprising strike throws Blanchard completely off balance, which permits Cash to trap him into a front facelock. In a scene reminiscent of Los Conquistadors earlier elimination, Cash brings Ned dangerously close to the ropes, and tilts his body backwards, letting gravity take care of the rest. Sadly, gravity exposes itself to be a pretty shitty tag partner, for it annoyingly dumps Ned onto the ring apron. [b]“GET RID OF NED! GET RID OF NED!”[/b] the fans chant. COACH Why is it so hard for these losers to put someone over the ropes? What's with all this landing on the apron mess? Upper body strength you weak ass herbs! Get some Body By Jake, a membership at Krista's gym, just do something. COLE For a guy who spends all his time here at this announce booth you sure do talk a lot of smack. Though Ned's now afflicted with Excedrin headache number 15, he refuses to let that stop him from the new lease he's gained on this match. After springing to his feet, he latches onto Cash's heavily gelled hair, and drives his neck into the ring ropes. All the air is instantly seized from Cash's lungs, and his every thought moves towards simply uncovering a way to breathe again. This preoccupation with basic health needs hinders him from seeing the dastardly approach of Simon Singleton. By the time he realizes he's in grave danger, Simon already has him on a freefall to the canvas! [B]SPLAT![/B] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color="#0000FF"][b]Rescue [/b][/color][color="#FF0000"][b]911[/b][/color] LEFT: 7th LEFT IN RING: 5 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: The Beverly Hills Blonds ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sweat pools around the ring mats, as Cash's body lies void of motion, face down like a buried corpse. Referees swarm to attended to the defeated emergency responder, but the majority of audience attention remains focused on the high fiving Beverly Hills Blonds, and they breate them with a varitey of jeers and taunts. COACH Bout time! Dudes was overstaying they welcome too long. Once Los Diablos and The Love Doctors go out, ya'll gots to get da stepping to! Just as Cash begins to be helped off the mat, MARV upends both Blonds with a double flying forearm. Both their brains functioning at the highest level of cowardice, the recently floored pair begin to roll away from the Christ like figure. But, with robes flaying behind him, MARV trails their path, and arbitrarily decides to wreak havoc on Ned. He scrapes the Handsome Hustler off the canvas, then sets him on a path to the corner. Blanchard's back is ravaged by the rough ring posts, but that's a small inconvenience compared to the body splash the former Sk8r Boi aims at him. At the last possible moment, Blanchard dives out of MARV's trajectory, and the agile grappler is left to helplessly collide with the turnbuckles. While Ned may prefer to capitalize on the opportunity MARV's groggy state permits him, such an action is made wholly impossible by the running dropkick Krista targets him with. Ned quickly skirts aside, which leads to Krista nearly puncturing MARV's trachea with her high heels. The Express member's health ranks about somewhere next to frog fungus reproductive rates on her list of concerns, and the California babe simply uses his chest as a launching pad to flip herself back towards Ned. Her arm coils around his neck, and forces him to go down with her in an inverted DDT! [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/font] “I really would prefer, thank you dear Krista, most beautiful of all women, who without her majesty we simple peasants could never survive. Might be kind of hard to work into a chant, try it with rhythmic clapping!” There's little time for Krista to instruct the fans on how to preform the chant, as MEL closes in on her with a shoulder block. But Krista overtakes her one time fitness protege with a whirling back kick that tailspins him into a state of grogginess. Miss California latches onto his arm and flings him through an outcropping of space towards the ropes. But MEL never reaches her intended destination; Charlie Moss smashes him to pieces with a catastrophic sit out spine buster! The fans react in sympathy pain, as they watch MEL curl into a ball of raging agony. COACH MARV and MEL once said they thought of Krista as a second mom. If my mom treated me that way, I'd smack the ho right in her messed up weave game. Right after I give her money for the rent and mow the lawn. Just because Moss vanquished her foe doesn't mean Krista has a chance to rest, for she's now faced with his formidable sibling MARV. The Nerdly twin is far more successful in dealing with Krissy then his brother, seizing on Krista's wrist and throwing her into a corner. He charges after her, past a brawling Synth and Benjamin, assuming he'll be able to merely clothesline her over the cables. However, Miss California prepares to counter his assault, by lifting her million dollar body into the air. The exact second MARV reaches the fitness queen, her award winning legs snake around his neck for a head scissors. COACH Look at those legs! Those beautiful, long, sexy legs... COLE You've done this before... COACH I could do this all night long. MARV takes hold of the objects of Coach's lust, and catapults their owner onto the ring apron. She comes down on her feet, but is instantly put on the defensive by MARV'S attempt to shove her off the ring apron. Krista fights off the attack with a swipe of her knee, rifling him back into the ring and causing him an immeasurable amount of pain. [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/font] COLE Well, if Alix were here she'd be able to help Krista fend off MARV. But, mysteriously Alix is no where to be found. Hopefully, she's safe and sound, maybe just got lost on the way to the arena. But, Krista sure hasn't missed a step so far. Although her luck may be running out against MARV. While Moss and Blanchard exchange chops in the background, Krista agilely leaps onto the top turnbuckle. Smiling devilishly, she motions for MARV to get his feet. When he finally agrees to her demands, her bewitching legs again find their way around his neck. Typically having your face buried in a fitness model's crotch is a deal with shelling out some serious scratch for, but not when she's attempting to give you a fifteen foot drop onto paper thin mats, as Krista is doing to MARV. Using his raw strength, MARV shifts his body to face away from Krista, so that he can simply electric chair drop her from the squared circle. But Krista again thwarts his plans, this time by bending her flexible body backwards over the ropes, and employing an unorthodox but crowd pleasing choke on her foe. COACH Buy Krista's entire line of fitness videos like MARV and MEL did, and you to can get illegally choked by the queen of fitness herself. What kind of customer mention is she running? Can, you imagine going into Burger King ordering a whopper and getting powerbombed by the assistant night manager? Form the corner of an eye that's in danger of being swelled shut by Quentin Benjamin, Logan Mann spots the unfortunate predicament of MARV. Eager to be rid of his irksome archenemy, Logan is lured towards the possibilities of elimination presented by MARV's position. But first he must rid himself of his current transgressor, Benjamin. As such, he throws QB into the ropes. When the amateur wrestling star returns, Logan moves in swift succession, hitting him with a kick to the gut, and following that with a snap [b][color="#0000FF"]Percussion DDT[/color][/b]! [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK!”[/color][/font] the fans instinctively chant. COLE Percussion DDT! As the crowd reacts to his deadly deeds on Benjamin, Logan's mind moves well past the execution of his finisher, and to the execution of MARV. While Krista's powerful thighs continue slowly suffocate MARV and arouse asphyxiation fetishts everywhere, Logan approaches his hated rival. In spite of his depleting energy, MARV summons enough strength to kick out at Logan. But this plays right into Mann's hands, quite literally, as he grabs hold of MARV'S attacking boots. As a roar of hate rumbles like a freight train through his throat, he upends MARV and Krista, causing them both to tumble backwards! Due to her gymnast worthy agility, Krista hasn't much difficulty in tightening her legs around the bottom rope and using them to pull herself back to the canvas. MARV, on the hand, isn't nearly as graceful as Krista, and instead has his night ended by an inelegant skid to the mats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b]The Christ Air Express[/b] LEFT: 8th LEFT IN RING: 4 ELIMINATED: None ELIMINATED BY: The Heavenly Rockers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH That's it for the [b]Skater Boooooyyyyysssss[/b]. You come all way back from another injury to get punked by the same people again?! Ya'll like a richman's Love Doctors. Ain't nothing to be proud of. Mama Nerdly done raised up some bitch made hos. ABDULLAH (dancing with Molly up and down ringside) Praise be! Praise be! To cultivate the land blessed by the touch of the prophets, has yielded the fruits of success! Praise be to Logan Mann! Praise be to Synth Esizer! Praise be to Holly-Wood! And praise be to Abdullah Abir Nerdly, speaker of the prophets, and leader of men! و كنت لا ترى اللغة الوطنية الخاصة بك هنا ، يمكنك ان تساعد على خلق بها تصبح متطوعه المترجم. تحقق من في لغتك برنامج ترجم MOLLY Once again, what he said! The fans are less then thrilled with the CAE's sudden elimination, and offer a buzzing chorus of jeers and boos in response. MARV does little to quell the now angered audience, scrambling back to his feet, and demanding to be let back into the ring to get a piece of The Rockers. His attitude is only worsened, when he's forced to watch Synth and Logan offer him a condescending bid farewell. [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK!”[/color][/font] Dismayed by the ending of their second match back in the OAOAST, the CAE and their superfly Christ outfits are shuffled to back by the gaggle of ringside officials. Though they're now far removed from the ring, they can't help but take their frustrations out on a couple of tombstones on the entrance ramp. COLE And we've been brought down to our final four, The Beverly Hills Blonds, The Heavenly Rockers, Team Heyross, and Krista Isadora Duncan all by herself. Coach, are you still sticking with Team Heyross? COACH Absolutely. The Beverly Hills Blonds, The Rockers, both excellent teams. But Team Heyross is due and Team Heyross is hungry for a tag title run! Get 'em boys! Quite obviously the wise choice of action for all parties would be to gang up on the undersized woman with nary an ally (or Ally) in sight. But this motley assortment of brutes will apparently never be confused as wise, as they completely ignore the partnerless tag team champion. This is just peachy for Krista, as it allows her time to adjust her makeup. Its not so peachy for Moss, who is struck down by roaring elbow from Blanchard. Watching his partner go down, immediately sets Benjamin on the warpath, and he lands a pleathora of knife edge chops into Ned's chest. As Ned's body is protected by a giant penis costume, the attacks do piddling damage to him, and he's able to casually whip his rival away. As Benjamin makes the return trip, Blanchard lowers his head (more puns!), attempting to impale QB with his oversized member. But the athletic superstar leap frogs over the attack, thinking he can bounce off the opposite ropes to mount some offense of his own. But this is far from the case, as his leap lands him right into the unwelcome clutches of Synth Esizer! After taking a moment to steady Benjamin in his grip, Esizer utterly destroys that grip, dipping backwards and letting his rival fly towards the ring ropes. Now minus a muscle bound amateur wrestler, Esizer quickly hops back to his feet, expecting to find QB gasping for air on the ring ropes. So, imagine his surprise when he sees the solid gold figure of QB descending on him with a spring board lariat! However great his surprise was, it doesn't stop him from ducking under Benjamin's arm, avoiding the lethal strike. But Synth's evasion of QB's attack casts itself as the end of his luck, as he's dropped by a spear from a charging Simon Singleton. Then Simon grabs onto Benjamin's arm and roughly contorts the limb with a powerful single arm DDT! COACH That ain't fair, BOSS. You gotta give a man some warning before you go kicking him in the face, and ripping out his arm. Common courtesy, duke. The sudden jolt seems to shake Benjamin from his stupor, and place him into a status of blood-red rage. Acting on this sizable anger, he bats Simon to the ground with trio of overhand rights! Synth Esizer isn't spared from QB's wrath, either, and is knocked backwards by a forearm shiver! But, Benjamin's parade of offensive is rained on by a downpour of punches from The Handsome Hustler. Soon the two warriors have locked themselves into all out slug fest, wildly tussling against the cables as they each look to knock the other into next week! “HEYROSS SUCKS! GET RID OF NED! HEYROSS SUCKS! GET RID OF NED!” COLE I think the fans may be hoping this leads to a double elimination. Logan attempts to use this little brawl to his advantage and enlists the help of Synth in order to lift the pair up and over the ring cables! But the two men succeeded in snagging hold of the ropes, shocking the fans who thought their time in this contest was at an end. Benjamin and Blanchard drag themselves back onto the apron. However, they completely shun the duo that just tried to eliminate them and instead return to the task of hammering each other with lunatic haymakers. Not exactly certain that Ned can withstand a fist fight with the ultra deadly Benjamin, Singleton darts to his position to lend his assistance. But whatever method of help he had concocted will forever remain an unsolved mystery, as Krista emerges onto the scene to facecrusher him away from the proceedings! “YEAAAA!” Dismissing the battered body of Singleton just as quickly as she destroyed it, Miss California throws herself into the war between Benjamin and Blanchard. Unfortunately her eagerness to head into the battle, costs her dearly. She falls victim to Logan and Synth's trap, and is promptly dumped over the ropes to the apron. While Benjamin and Mann continue an endless battle mere inches away, The Rockers take it upon themselves to bring about Krista's elimination, terrorizing her with a constant stream of stomps. COLE Krista has no partner to come to her rescue! She's held up fine so far, but that was when she could hide in the background and let's the others be preoccupied with one another. Now, she's in a pretty bad position. COACH Actually, I think its a pretty unique position. Its probably been over a decade since she's been hammered by a guy, muchless two. Brings back memories of those carefree days of middle school. Krista cries out in pain, her teary blue eyes seeming to almost look out towards the entry ramp for Alix's late arrival. But Alix never arrives, and all that comes is the ceaseless stomping of The Rockers' boots, attacks that scuff and scrape her flimsy leather costume and leave her soaking in a pool of anguish. She claws at the edge of the ring with her hand, but the apron fabric is much to weak for her grip, and with each passing second the fan favorite is pushed closer and closer to elimination. [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA![/color][/font] the audience bellows in unison. Suddenly Krista is blessed with a knight in shinning armor. Charlie Moss takes both Rockers off their feet a double side Russian leg sweep! Though he only struck down The Rockers due to them being in the way of offering assistance to his partner, Krista is able to reap the benefits of his action and take a much needed breather. COACH Charlie? Wh...why..why? You accidentally went Captain-save-a-ho on a vegetarian, and a homosexual. I know you didn't know the vegetarian part, but let's get some better looking out next time! Realizing that he's now faced with nearly insurmountable odds against the best athletes in the OAOAST, Blanchard begins simply lobbing Hail Mary punches every which way, praying he'll be bestowed the gift of a double knockout. But he's no match for the precise striking technique of Moss, and with one simple uppercut, the former Minnesota Gopher blasts the detested heel off the apron! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#9932CC"]The Beverly Hills Blonds[/color][/b] LEFT: 9th LEFT IN RING :3 ELIMINATED: Rescue 911 ELIMINATED BY: Team Heyross ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “YEAAAAAAAA!” screams the audience, delighted with The Beverly Hills Blond's expulsion from the contest. COLE Woah what a punch, Charlie Moss beating that dick! And Simon, Ned, and Molly are down and out in Beverly Hills, failing in their quest to be come four time tag team champions. COACH My prediction is only two eliminations from being right on! Or maybe one and a half, 'cause Krista ain't got no bitch! Shoulda been a hetero. A man wouldn't have you out here all by yaself. But, we hope Alix is okay blahblahblahblah. Ain't got no sympathy for no dykes! Clutching his bruised jaw, Ned has to be restrained by the officials, and Singleton from returning towards the ring to wage an all out assault on the bothersome Team Heyross. While TH are dismissive of Ned's rage, The Floridans seem to feed off it and expand the intensity behind their applause and cheers for the Blonds' elimination. This does sit particularly well with Ned, who loses what's left of his mind in an ill advised attempt to incite a fight with a group of annoying front row hecklers. Thankfully for the OAOAST's legal bills, he's kept at bay by Molly and Simon. COLE Did Molly have to leave her sheep out here? Jesus Christ it smells like your underwear, Coach! Now noticing that she's the lone person in the line of sight of two very violent, very murderous, meatheads, Krista is forced to craft another scheme to save herself from a prolonged beating. “Hey-ya, Charlie.” Her Southern California accent rings out. “Yeah, dude, come here I wanna talk to you. Come on aboard the SS Krista, a chill boat wherein no ill will is espoused!” Appearing to be the smarter one of the duo, Benjamin warns of the Krista Isadora Duncan trickery that has befallen countless other dupes and marks. For the moment it looks as if Moss will heed his partner's advice, which forces Krista to step up her smooth talk. “From a purely platonic, nonheterosexual standpoint, you are for real, my favorite wrestling bro. Why? Because you remind me of my two favorite people....” [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/charlie_sheen_4.jpg] [b]&[/b] [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/kate_moss1A_300_400.jpg] Convinced by her charm, and her impressive use of Google image search, Moss joins the uncharacteristicsly bubbly blond on aboard the SS Krista. But as expected, there's no thrilling conversation forthcoming only the steady whistle of the superkick the trickster aims towards Moss' face. Thanks to his supernatural reflexes, Moss is able to dip bellow her over priced pump. But, Benjamin's luck is far worse, and his face is shredded by her fatal strike. As the fans explode with a song of cheers, the Washington native crumples onto the apron, face slack, eyes vacant, all but removed from this contest. COACH There's still Charlie! There's still Charlie! Come on, Charlie, go and get it Charlie! Moss offers nothing but a quick glance to his fallen partner, before investing all his focus and rage towards the woman that left him beaten. He lunges at her with a lariat, but she evades the strike, and his arm and body shoot harmlessly by. The aftermath of his missed move isn't quite harmless, however, as Krista grabs onto his head and smashes his face through the ring apron! Jolts of pain now ripping through his head, Moss staggers from side to side, eventually walking himself into Krissy's deadly inverted lung blower! Moss pops off her body, flying from the apron, shrieking in chilling pain, as his body plummets to the outside mats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#808000"]Team Heyross[/color][/b] LEFT: 10th LEFT IN RING: 2 ELIMINATED: The Beverly Hills Blonds, The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew ELIMINATED BY: Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The screams of glee from the audience is completely deafening, as they now see that Krista is but an elimination away from retaining the tag titles all by her lonesome. [font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“K-I-D! K-I-D! K-I-D!”[/color][/font] the fans bleat, pumping their fist to give Krista the extra bit of encouragement she needs to achieve the impossible. COACH My pick! My pick! Why did you have do this to me, lord! I just want to live! COLE Um, yes. Definitely a tough end to swallow for Team Heyross, making it all the way to the final four, just to see their chances of being OAOAST tag champs slip away. Well, Krista, by herself, has gotten to the end of the match, and has had to pretty much outthink, outwit, and generally be one step ahead of everyone around her to survive. And while doing all this she has eliminated a whopping five teams. But The Rockers have accounted for three eliminations thus far. Who's going to win out? And will Alix finally make an appearance? We haven't heard anything from the back, except that she hasn't called, and isn't answering her cellphone or home phone. She's a bit flaky but she usually likes to get to the arena early to count the sprinkles on the donuts. On the outside Abdulah Abir Nerdly pays no mind to the gargantuan outpouring of cheers and support offered towards Krista, and instead lights the cigars to celebrate the what in his warped mind is the impending arrival The Rockers' second tag title reign. ABDULLAh [img=http://forums.sohh.com/images/smilies/smokin.gif] فعلنا ذلك! ث الكراسي الهزازه اكملوا مهمتهم وجعلت! Still reeling from the awful after effects of Moss' double side Russian leg sweep, the remaining tag team slowly pulls their dizzied body upright. Their frayed health and weary mental state is given sharp jolt by the noticeable absence of both The Beverly Hills Blonds, and Team Heyross. The startling fact that this match has now been turned into a two on one handicap contest against a far smaller opponent, decorates The Rockers' face with smiles that stretch all the way back to Nevada. But, Krista nearly knocks Logan all the way back to Nevada with a spinning wheel kick! The terrificly painful attack steamrolls the Rockers' frontman and brings forth a monstrous ovation from the audience. However, it also brings forth a monstrous shout of anger from Esizer, who charges the one woman demolition derby with a shoulderblock. But the SoCal hottie rips him off his feet with a crowd popping leg lariat! The beach bunny doesn't bother to celebrate her minor victory, instead deriving her pleasure from blasting Synth with a dropkick. But just as soon as he goes down, does Logan come back up, ready to eliminate her en route to a second tag title reign. But Krista has other ideas in mind, namely whipping him into the ropes. She lowers her head as Mann returns from the cables, but the Wildchild leapfrogs the champ and lands behind her. He twirls around to blast her with forearm smash, but Krissy counters the strike by stunning him with an inverted atomic drop! He clutches his ham n'eggers, and screams in white hot pain, as the crowd hoots and hollers over his misery. Their soon given even more to cheer about as Krista winds up and annihilates his once handsome face with a superkick! [b][size="3"][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA”[/color][/size][/b] COLE Krista's Great California Adventure! [i]Now[/i], Krista can celebrate, and she delights in fluffing her golden locks, “Et ma coiffure est toujours aussi parfaite!” she shouts in a comical French accent. With his charges bedraggled by the surprising power of the fitness queen, Abdullah is required to try his luck against Krissy, to afford Synth and Logan a moment to rest. He leaps onto the ring apron, instantly earning Krista's attention with insulting proclamations from his shrill voice. Wanting nothing more then to rip out his “nails on a chalkboard” voice box, two quick strides of her long legs bring her to his location. But, there's no moment for her to attack, as he snags hold of her flowing hair, and drives her downwards into the top rope! The fans fear this may be a prelude to an elimination of their beloved heroine. But their worries prove unfounded, as Krista shrugs aside the cheap shot to rearrange Abby's face with a SLAP! Abdullah drops away from the apron, in a hollering, vertical pillar of pain, crashing on the mats in front of a roundly unsympathetic audience. “BURN IN HELL ABDULLAH! BURN IN HELL ABDULLAH! BURN IN ABDULLAH!” they yell, which may make someone feel sorry for Abdullah were he not such a disagreeable prick. KRISTA [IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/jesusagree.gif] COACH Holly, you stay back! No telling what she'll do! COLE Holly's a good looking woman, I think we know exactly what Krista will do. Reverting her focus back to the more troublesome members of the Rocker crew, Krista smashes her elbow into Synth's gullet. He stumbles backwards, now more concerned with simply breathing then winning. This leaves him prey to any manner of viscous assaults, and the foxy mama capitalizes on this fact, by leaping into is back, and putting her knees to her chest to pulverize him with a lung blower! As the fans cheer her showing, Synth spews out shouts of misery. Hearing his bandmate's cries of distress, Logan rises to his feet and crazily directs a “superman” punch towards Miss California's lovely face. What the move packs in rage, it lacks in technique, form and most importantly speed, and Krista is easily able to duck bellow it and glide herself behind Mann. The momentum of his miss clumsily carries him forward, but he's held into place by Krista's hands being wrapped around his bloodied face. His entire body is violently dragged downward by the force of Krista's ode to Redd Fox the [b][color="#00FFFF"]"Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one!” [/color][/b] (Reverse X-Factor). The fans squawk with excitement, bursting with another roaring round of “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” chants. COLE Partner or no, Krista is rocking out on the Rockers! Though he'd much prefer to remain as inconspicuous as possible until the victory celebration, Abdullah has no choice but to return to the apron to run distraction for his team. Once again, he's disposed of as quickly as he arrived, brought down to the crowd's delight by a scissors kick. But, this time, his interference pays dividends for someone besides KID, as Synth is able to surprise her with a toss over the ropes. Everyone in The Rocker camp is ready to break out the champagne for what they expect is an elementary victory. Obviously they don't know Krista. The crowd does, however, and pops mightily as she skins the cat back into the ring with undemanding ease. Incredibly frustrated by his teams' inability to eliminate a thirty five year old single mother, Synth tries to channel his anger into pummeling Krista. This succeeds for about three seconds before Krista starts slicing up his legs with well timed kicks. Incapable of bracing himself for her parade of strikes, Synth tries to create some distance by thrusting her into the cables. She's bounced back into his waiting boot, doubling her over, and giving him time for a highly sought after breather. But, Holly churlishly demands that he stay on the aggressive, and what Holly wants, Holly gets. His arms coil around her neck, and he falls backwards hitting her with the [b]Percussion DDT![/b] SYNTH :headbang: [b][color="#FF0000"]“SYNTH HAS AIDS! SYNTH HAS AIDS! SYNTH HAS AIDS!”[/color][/b] ABDULLAH Destiny, Synth Esizer! Destiny is upon you! Seize its hand and know an infinite bounty of spiritual and physical wealth! COACH There it is! Percussion DDT, just like that, baby. Now you just gotta get her up and over the ropes! Its easy! Easy if you're sitting on leather sofa behind an announce table. Slightly more difficult if you're the guy with a forearm lodged directly into his balls, as Synth so happens to be! While the fans cheer for Synth's anguish, Krista hops upright, trying to get a read on Logan. But, the only read given to her is when she notices a sharp tug on her tight leather outfitt. Granted no opportunity to battle back against her aggressor, she's once again heaved over the cables. But, she simply skins the cat as if it were as routine and mundane as brushing her teeth in morning. The audience doesn't treat it with the casual disregard Krista shows it, and presents her with a raucous cheer for her continued survival. Logan, doesn't exactly share the fans pleasured sentiments, and angrily dives upon Krista with front facelock, foreshadowing another Percussion. But, alas, Logan in all his haste and ire forget to subdue the fiery babe with a kick to the gut, and as such she powers her way out of the hold with punches to his midsection. COLE Pretty amazing performance by Krista! The problem for The Rockers is that they come at her one at a time. That's nothing to her, that's what she deals with all the time. Its the two on one advantage they haven't been able to use, because when one is up, the other is already knocked down. Seeing her chances of being married to an OAOAST champion (lofty goals!) fade before her very eyes, Holly shrieks screams at Logan to stage a counterattack. But her demands fall on deaf ears, as Logan is at the cruel mercy of Krista's whims. And those whims drive her to perform a back flip onto her stomach, forcing a limp Logan to go airborne with her. Mann is deposited into a forward roll, brutally landing on his back at the hands of [b]Everybody hates Kris[/b] (back flip rock bottom). The ring ripples beneath the monumental impact of Krista and her mangled adversary, and the fans clap excitedly for Krista's moment of victory. [b][size="3"][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/size][/b] Synth ambushes the recipient of the crowd cheers and preps her for a basic body slam. But the elementary hold turns into a complex mess for the Sin City dweller when Krista's leather bound body slips out of his clutches and lands behind him. Before Synth is even made aware of the fact that she's no longer within his grasp, her heels are dropkicking him towards the ropes. Never the most graceful OAOAST superstar, Esizer manages to trip over his own two feet, and deposit his chunky frame onto the second rope. His klutzy loss is actually Krista gain, because she believes that he's in the perfect position to be eradicated by a high risk attack. The sultry sex kitten charges towards her vulnerable foe and leaps through the second rope, while latching onto the third and second cable to maintain her precious balance. She uses her generated momentum to swing back towards Synth, seeking to strike him with the 619,(or 310 if you will)! Her strike lands with pinpoint accuracy, and Synth is thrust back towards the center of the ring, knocked utterly loopy by her powerful kick. Not entirely sure of where he is or what he's doing, he staggers to his feet. His vision swims to the point where Krista's sling shotting body appears as nothing but a yellow and black blur. Despite his hindered sight, he knows something is wrong with the fact that it feels like a noose is being tightened around his neck, and moves quickly to correct it. He rushes towards the ropes, with the idea of powerbombing the vixen to the hell bellow. But he unfortunately plays right into Krista's trap and she bends backwards to hurricanrana him towards a crushing tag title defeat! “YEAA...” the fans prepare themselves to explode with glee, but are stopped short when they notice Logan latching onto Synth's leg, preventing him from being vanquished by Krista's hurricanrana. COLE Oh no. COACH And this is where, Krista should be asking herself where is my girlfriend. Because now she is screwed. Drapped over the ropes, with only the support of the crowd to call on for assistance, it certainly looks as though Krista is screwed. But the blond bombshell is as resilient as she is moody, and flat out refuses to capitulate to the trap The Rockers have backed her into. Her body thrashes and writhes like a fish out of water, trying to gather the forward momentum needed to bring herself back into an upright position. [b][size="3"][color="#FF8C00"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/size][/b] the audience tries to rally her. But a new difficulty presents itself, that of Abdullah Abir and Holly attaching themselves like leeches to her hands. Together they expend huge amounts of energy to try and worm her loose of Synth and bring her down to their world. To a world where The Rockers are tag team champions. COLE No! This isn't right! Someone stop this! The referees warn against it, but no threats of a disqualification are made, and as the boos begin growing so to do does the power of Abdullah and Holly's hold. Krista tries her hardest to fight against the terrible position she's been placed in, looking towards the entrance ramp, praying, wishing, hoping that Alix is soon to arrive. But there's no Alix, and there's also no hope for victory. Abdullah and Holly win out, finally pulling her depressingly limp body off of Synth. She slips to the floor, tumbling onto her knees, where her hair forms a sun stroked cloak in front of her dejected face. COACH Its over! They did it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b][color="#FF00FF"]Krista Isadora Duncan[/color][/b] LEFT: 11th LEFT IN RING: 1 ELIMINATED: The Love Doctors, James Blond and Faqu, Los Diablos, The South Central Militia, Team Heyross ELIMINATED BY: The Heavenly Rockers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER The winners and brand new One and Only World Tag Team Champions...THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS! Needless to say, the official announcement does not sit well with the spectators, and their boos are fierce and plentiful, raining down from every inch of medium sized arena. But not even all the hatered in the known universe could wipe the smile away from The Rockers' faces. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color="#FF0000"][b]the WINNNAZ[/b][/color] The Heavenly Rockers ELIMINATED: Los Conquistadors, Los Diablos, The Christ Air Express, Krista Isadora Duncan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Past the enraged jeers of a debris hurling audience, Abdullah and Holly enter the ring to congratulate the victors on their glorious accomplishments. Matching each other's prideful grin, Synth and Abdullah exchange high fives, and tight, tearful victory hugs. Logan and Holly's celebration of his mammoth accomplishment is even more intimate; they share a salaciously juicy kiss, as his face shines with the brightness of a supernova. Referee Billy Silverman enters the ring to pass the titles to Synth, only to have them gruffly snatched away by Abdullah, who places them at the feet of the newly crowned champions. Synth's hands shoot to his side, and his head cocks upwards towards the heavens, an arrogant salute to the ultimate triumph he's achieved tonight. COLE Cheap shot tactics, and a numbers advantage have allowed The Rockers to take a disgusting victory in this battle royal. What a shame, and what a great disservice to Krista and the other teams in this match. COACH Cheap shot tactics, and a numbers advantage have allowed The Rockers to take a disgusting victory in this battle royal? Naw, you got it wrong son. You explain to me what cheapshots were given in the Los Conquistadors, Los Diablos, and Christ Air Express, eliminations. All three were clean, and all three are part of the reason the rock n'wrestling era begins anew! Mad props to The Rockers! Krista seems to have quickly resigned herself towards a life without tag team gold, and now focuses her energy on uncovering Alix's whereabouts. Suspicion and worry leak into her mind, gathering themselves into a cloud so thick, that her voice cracks into softened tones as she implores the referees to tell if they've heard anything about Alix. Their negative answers do nothing to alleviate her doubt, and a cold fear begins frosting over her body. COLE The match is over and still no sight of Alix, who is almost always without fail at Krista's side. Its just so odd not seeing her out here. Yes, she's ditzy but when it comes to Krista, she's always realizable. I'm afraid something terrible may have happened to her. Do you think The Rockers had anything to do with Alix's disappearance? COACH Don't go around making those accusations! Why would they just hit one tag team? Why not hit a couple, and make things easier? Let these men enjoy their moment in the spotlight, their much deserved moment in the spotlight, without accusations of kidnapping or assault. I'm sure Alix just saw a Hello Kitty costumed she really liked, and decided to go trick or treating instead. Sure she'll get fined, but she's rich, she can afford it. COLE Well, regardless, tonight belongs to The Rockers, because like it or not, and I know many of us do not, the fourth title reign of Chicks Over Dicks has ended, and the second reign of The Rockers has begun.

hmm lets try seprating entrances from the match BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a twelve team battle royal for the One and Only World Tag team Championships! Let's meet the competitors in the ring... first weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred nine pounds, they are The Mover From Vancouver, James Blonde, and The Samoan Wrecking Ball, Faqu! James Blonde and Faqu are dressed as classic 1950's plastic soldiers, outfitted in authentic army gear, and covered from helmet to boot in green paint. BUFFER And next, coming in at a combined weight of four hundred thirty six pounds, from The Windy City, they are, Doctor Max Anderson, Doctor Stephen Pigley, The Love Doctors! Pigley has attired himself as one of fright night's trademark ghouls, the mummy. Its a fitting costume given the terrible arm injury he's suffered at the hands of his hated rivals, The Beverly Hills Blonds. Anderson's costume is a whimsical role reversal, as he now plays the role of patient, dressed up as the guy from the board game Operation. Its a beige bodysuit, consisting of the well known apple for an adam's apple, a plate of spare rips indicating the rips, a small horse representing a Charlie horse, and look there's like eighty teams to go, you wanna know what the costume looks like, go to Toys R Us and buy the damn game, w/yo broke ass. COACH That costume is only good if you like being poked all night, and from the looks of that metrosexual sissy, he certainly does, he certainly does. Also if your gimmick is that you're strippers why is one of you coming in a body cast and the other coming in a potato sack? BUFFER At a combined weight of four hundred eighty pounds, Quentin Benjamin, Charlie Moss, TEAM HEYROSSSS! “BOOOOOO!” With their muscular bodies cloaked behind a thick layer of gold paint, the former WDW tag team champions proudly jam their index fingers into football jerseys that match their glossy skin color. A curious fit of chatter occupies the audience, as they try to determine the exact identity of the pair's costumes. However, their confusion is quickly alleviated when Moss and Benjamin strike a legendary sports pose. COACH I get it! They're the hesiman trophy! The greatest athletes in the OAOAST dressed as an award to recognize the greatest athlete in college athletics. But these guys ain't no Ron Dayne or Eric Crouch. Its nothing but mad success and much glory tonight for my picks to take home the One and Only World Tag Team Titles. BUFFER And from Newport Harbor, California by way of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, they are the returning CHRIST AIR EXPRESS! [b]“YEAAAAAAA!”[/b] In act that's sure to condemn us all to hell, and prevent us from ever visiting any red states (which are each their own little slice of hell all by themselves), The Nerdly twins are looking ab-blasphemous in their "Buddy Christ from Dogma" costume. Satin robes, and fine cloth flutter through the air, while the Express flash a thumbs up that's every bit the disengious equal to the smarmy wink and a smile on their plastic Jesus masks. BUFFER And from the 90210, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred sixty pounds, joined at ringside by Molly Nerdly, they are THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS. [B][color="#FF0000"]BOOOOOOOO[/color][/B] Arrogantly believing himself to have the finest outfit of the participants, Simon Singleton, performs a slow, graceful twirl to afford the fans a chance to admire his custom designed Academy Award costume. However, his glimmering gold painted figure isn't met with awed reverence from the fans, but rather with outright hostility from Team Heyross who assume he's stolen their costume! A frenzied verbal donnybrook boils into near fisticuffs, as three men who look liked they've been 69ing Goldust have the type of debate usually reserved for eighth grade ice cream socials. Ned, on the other encounters none of the accusations of theft his partner was cursed with, as no one in their right mind would ever wear the penis costume he has on. As half the crowd rushes to the bathroom to throw up after noticing how intricate and accurately the penis is depicted, Blanchard exudes a smug satisfaction. Those who remain seated are rewarded with a titillating image of Molly, dressed in an adorably sexy Little Bo Peep costume, a frilly ruffled pink mini dress that accentuates her slim legs and scarcely goes beyond her creamy thighs. The only bad about this is that she's brought along sheep. Lots of sheep. Live sheep. BUFFER And, from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, LOS DIABLOSSSSS! Los Diablos have arrived to the evenings festitives in the only costume befitting their of near legendary flamboyance: [img=http://www.orlandofloridaguide.com/jacksonville/concerts/Cher%201751a2.jpg] BUFFER And representing the OAOAST first responders unit please give it up for Detective Tango Bosley, and EMT Tim Cash, RESCUE 9-1-1! Cash has come dressed as the DC comic book hero the Flash, while Bosley wears the much more cumbersome outfit of smoky the bear. BUFFER And, Florida please give a warm welcome to LOS CONQUESTIADORS.... Despite it being repeated oh about sixty billion times that this is a costume battle royal, the winless duo, seemed to have missed the memo, because unless you count gross incompetence as a costume, then they're absent any Halloween attire! COACH What the hell are Uno and Dos supposed to be? COLE Uno is Dos and Dos is Uno! COACH The company ran out of money for the costume budget, didn't they? [size="3"][b][i][color="#FF0000"]Convict....Convict....Convict[/i] [i]Up front Yeah....[/color] [color="#FF0000"][size="6"]Convict Music[/size][/color][/i][/b][/size] A tight tension grips hold of the venue, as the frightful piano melody of [i]Cross That Line[/i] decorates the audio landscape. Boos froth from the rabid mouthes of the Florida crowd, while The Militia's most violent exploits replay across the videoscreen. [I]Oooooh ooooh oooooh If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya (save ya, save ya) I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that papah (papah) Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters (them haters, them haters) But only if you cross that line[/i] A booming bass echoes into the night, signaling the arrival of the South Central Militia. The entrance doors tear apart, pouring a thick cloud of smoky haze into the foreboding cemetery scene. Carried in with the tremendous swell of smoke are the imposing figures of the former tag team champions, The South Central Militia. Slicing his way through the mist is the bestial One-Eye Wallace. Whereas most days he might emerge with a roar that could shake the underworld, on this night, Wallace steps with a grace and charm befitting of his three piece suit, and neatly pressed hair. Its an innocent, if not ambiguous costume, until the camera pans around to reveal that he has a Caucasian penis lodged into his BUTT cheeks! COACH I got this one. Nice suit, neat professional non-nappy hair, disingenuous smile, and taking it up the ass from the white man? He's Barack Obama! Vincent's costume is every bit the equal to Wallace in terms of exuding a professional class, a matching three piece suit, and a similar neatly pressed hair piece. The only difference seen on Vincent's costume is the white picket fence stuck between his legs. COACH Constantly straddling a fence? That one is easy, he's Rudy Giuliani! COLE I never knew The Militia were such keen political commentators. Flashing an unusually charming smile, the duo adjusts their ties and offer friendly nods to a not so friendly fanbase. They then stride down the entry rap, absent of their typical trash talk, which has now been replaced with empty handshakes and vacant smiles towards a distrustful fanbase. BUFFER From the mean streets of South Central Los Angeles, they are Vincent "WHITEY" Santana, Marcellus "ONE EYE" Wallace, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIAAAAA!! They dive into the ring, and ascend to opposite turnbuckle where their fists pump into the air in defiant triumph. The camera rotates around their rebellious ritual, as the chilling [color="#0000FF"][b]blue[/b][/color] lights continue to dance along the ringside area. COLE The Militia haven't quite been able to capture the success they saw earlier in the year when the OAOAST tag titles, but we'll see what they can do tonight against quite a number of tough foes. [i]Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees [/i] The disgust shown for Militia only carries over and magnifies when the dripping sounds of yesterday's soft rock hits spill into the arena. Signs calling for the deportation of Rico instantly go up into the air, joined by rousing chorus of “WRECKING CREW SUCKS” chants. While bad vibes may pollute the stands, nothing can corrupt the delicate mood of the entryway, where soft purple and pink lights give an otherwise grizzly scene a slight romantic touch. But there's no love shown to Rico De Janiero, who strolls out in a king's robe, and a jewel encrusted crown. Holding a ruby adorned scepter he waves to his disloyal subjects, bidding the more attractive among them to remove their clothing. Behind him is Lucius Soul dressed as the one thing someone with a gigantic afro can possibly go as, Jimi Hendrix! COACH Kingly attire for the King of Mardi Gras! And ya gotta ask yourself can The Wrecking Crew be crowned kings of the tag division tonight. They came close in the Scramble Cage match, then again at Zero Hour. Is tonight their night? BUFFFER Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing six feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred eighty eight pounds, he is SWEET LUCIUS SOOOOULL! And his partner standing at five feet eleven inches, weighing two hundred twenty five pounds, from Rio De Janeiro, he is The King of Mardi Gras, RICO DE JANEIRO! Together they the MARDI GRAS HOME WRECKING CREWWWWWW! The announcement of their name is not warmly welcomed by the crowd, who continue to pour out a river of jeers. But their disgust is ignored by a smiling Rico who happily waves as he parades down the ramp. Soul stays focused on the task at hand, making the belt motion around his waist, in between pointing his boney fingers to the teams all ready in the ring. COLE The last ever HI-YAH tag team champions, looked pretty impressive in their wars against The Gunslingers and The Rockers, but its a whole different ball game when you're facing down eleven other teams. [size="6"][i][b][color="#FF0000"]HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT[/color][/b][/i][/size] The jeers offered to The Militia and The Wrecking Crew, seem like an emission of heartfelt warmth and compassion when placed in comparassion with the burning hostility received by the incoming Rockers. Made a touch nervous by the sharp rise in the crowd's anger, the security guards tense up, nervously anticipating that a more bold fan may make a play against the hated grouping. Their fears definitely aren't set at ease, when Abdullah is seen dancing through the cemetery, dressed as Osama Bin Laden! As the fans cock their arms to hurl debris at him, he joyfully spits on the various graves through a toothsome smile. COLE How can you support a team that associates with a man who dresses up as Osama Bin Laden? COACH You act like he's dressing up like some kind of criminal. Far less inciteful and much more pleasurable then Abby's outfit, is Holly-Wood's costume. Her thin made for the runway body stretches through the dress made famous by Pebbles from The Flintstones, and a cute bone ties up her saucy naturally redhair. As fetching as her costume is, the real show stealers are The Rockers, who have dressed their upper bodies as milk cartons. A confusing costume certainly, until you look at the back and see the image of The Global Party Exchange pasted above huge bold letters that read [b]MISSING: HAVE YOU SEEN US?[/B]. [size="4"][b]***SHOTS FIRED****[/b][/size] (Patty sez: credit to KC for the joke!) COLE That's not right! The fans are inclined to agree, tossing even more hateful taunts The Rockers' way. Synth and Abdullah, may spend their time jawing back at their many enemies in the crowd, but Logan and Holly preoccupy themselves with a made for the Spice Channel makeout session atop the entry way. BUFFER Now playing in Daytona Beach, Flordia COLONEL ABULLAH NERDLY presents the “GREATEST rock 'n' wrestling band of AAAAALLLL-time“...THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS! The camera pans towards The Christ Air Express, who are all smiles at The Rockers arrival. But that could just be because their wearing a smiling Christ mask. I'm sure underneath, they're very upset. Abdullah Abir does his best to avoid their gazes, keeping himself behind the chiseled physique of Logan Mann. Logan pays little attention to Abdullah, and instead joins Synth in rather loudly and obnoxiously informing each tag team of what order they plan to eliminate them. COLE A little conceited if you ask me! You haven't even started the match, fellas. In fact the last time we had a battle royal, there were sixteen teams and you got tossed out third! COACH That was a pussified, waterdown version of The Rockers. And they got eliminated because of Gunslinger stupidity. These are the real Rockers. And the real Rockers are going down to the wire with Team Heyross or The Mardi Gras Wrecking Crew. Count on that. With only one team left to go the chants begin in earnest [size=4][b][color="#FFA500"]C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D![/color][/b][/size] [i][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way! I think you need a new one Hey, hey, you, you I could be your girlfriend! Hey, hey, you, you! I know that you like me! No way, no way! No, it's not a secret Hey, hey, you, you!! I want to be your girlfriend![/color][/font][/i] The enthusiastic cheerleading bounce of Avril's smash hit, ushers in even more enthusiastic chants from the sold out crowd, as a waterfall of [color="#FF00FF"][b]pink[/b][/color] pyro dives in front of the jumbo video screen. Its sparks are splashed along the stage, when its tagged by a fresh geyser of [b][color="#FF0000"]red[/color][/b] pyro . That serene pairing is then overpowered by the dominant thunder that comes from the [b][color="#FFFF00"]golden[/color][/b] pyro wall that takes over the entry way. COLE And here comes the champions! Delighting an audience that snaps constant pictures of her beautiful image is The Blond Tornado (aka Krista Isadora Duncan). Her buxom upper body fits into a sleek black and yellow deep plunging long sleeve top, with a yellow tornado emblem on the chest. Slender legs stretch beautifully from a black leather skirt into heavily buckled stiletto heels. Though her usual fashionably sexy look is present and accounted for, her expression of unshakable confidence is noticeably absent, substituted for by a worried look of confused annoyance. The audience is confused over her confusion, until they realize that something truly is afoul. There's no Alix! Over her shoulder, the superheroine continues to peer back the entry way, waiting for Alix to come and leap into her arms as she's done for so many matches this year. But the only thing Krista gets is smoke from the smoke machines and a steady bout of anxiety. Left with no choice, a dismayed Krista sulks down the entry ramp. Though the fans are incredibly disappointed to not see Alix, they don't let that temper them from their show of support for the present member of COD. BUFFER Now making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, she is a proud single mother, a best selling author, a founder of the world renowned fitness videos FIT WITH KID, she is the beauitufl, the intelligent, the talented, Miss California, KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN! COACH Where the hell is Alix? What's going on? Tyler Bryant is here. Mister Borucia is here. Niggas who aint had matches since the summer is lurking backstage and the tag champ ain't even showin up? COLE I haven't heard any word from her that she wouldn't be here. Obviously something is wrong, but the question is what. And is Krista even going to be allowed to wrestle without a partner? As Krista is greeted by the ringside officials, that seems to be the pressing question. She insists she doesn't know where Alix is, and worry lines sprout onto her face as she continues gazing back to an empty entry ramp. The referees haven't a clue what to do, not knowing if they should permit Krista to wrestle or not. Krista doesn't seem to care what they do, only wanting to hear word on Alix. Eventually the referees decide on making the match a non title costume battle royal, which being overheard by Adullah and Molly, does not go over very well. The two Nerdly children are ENRAGED and violently verbalize their protests. ABULLAH لاسبوع الماضي الفرجة الازرقع و عاجز ، واعرب اكثOAOAST :phaser: ر من لفة على ظهره ، صاحب السلس السلوك غير مرئي ، ما يقرب من جلبت الى نقطة من الدموع. البنات لا يبدو ان المعنيين مع صاحبKrista :stupid: محنة ، وبدلا من ا. Alix يتأرجح krista حولها ، مبتسما كما :asshole2: krista زخات :firing: MOLLY Uh-huh, yeah, what he said. Having exposed themselves as not knowing what the hell they're doing, the OAOAST officials allow the Nerdly kids to the call the shots, and change the match back to a title affair. They give Krista the option of competing, which she readily accepts, eager to get her mind off Alix's whereabouts. COLE Kirsta's gonna do this one by herself. And I can't imagine the difficulty involved in that. She'll need to clear her mind, and concentrate one hundred percent on the match.

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